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The New Pet

By: Steelwhip



The following is a work of fiction and should not be construed as a work of truth. If you are under the age of 18 years of age....LEAVE NOW. It is for fantasy purposes only. I repeat this is all made up......if you have a problem with fantasy and reality you shouldn’t be reading this sort of stuff anyways. Comments and suggestions are always appreciated. Flames will be ignored and all serious inquiries I will make all efforts to reply to.

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Chapter 1

Donavan drove down the highway in his nondescript gray mini-van. He looked over at his passenger and smiled. His passenger was a good looking woman, early 30's, brunette, 5'4", and most importunately, to Donavan, she had a 44DD chest. She kept her self in shape and still had a good firm body. Not much flab on her at all. Harriett looked back at him and returned his smile. 

"I've got a feeling about tonight Master;" she said to him in her sexy raspy voice. That voice always drove him wild," I think we are going to get lucky tonight."

Donavan nodded and turned his attention back to the road. He had a feeling as well. It had been to long since he and Harriett had been out on the prowl. They both needed a new play toy and Harriett suggested they hit the highway, some lonely hitchhiker, so easy to pick up. And who wouldn't accept a ride from them. Both were dressed in conservative clothing. Nothing untold about there appearance. Just another happy couple out for a pleasant drive. 

The last time they had been out on the road like this was 6 months ago. They had picked up a 22 year old female college student crossing the USA as part of her thesis. Nice body that one had. Perky tits and firm ass. She had readily accepted the ride from the nicely dressed couple and after drugging her with some coffee Donavan and Harriett began there training of her as a sex slave. They kept her for 3 months before selling her off to some biker gang for a tidy sum. 

But that was 3 months ago and Harriett suggested they go and find a new toy. Donavan readily agreed and after grabbing some equipment they set out on the highway. The highway they were on was notorious for the huge amount of hitchhikers and runaways that used it. It was also far enough away from where Donavan and Harriett lived they always felt safe collecting there victims here. 

They had been on the road for 2 hours and they began to feel a little discouraged about ever finding a suitable victim tonight, when they came across a female hitchhiker going in the opposite direction. Donavan drove up a mile or so and turned around to head back. They caught up to her in short order and pulled over in front of her. 

Harriett looked back as the female ran up to the van. "She looks like a keeper." An evil smile playing across her face. Harriett reached back and opened the side door as the girl approached the van.

"Hi sweetie" Harriett said out in her best friendly voice "need a ride?"

The girl looked into the van and seeing a friendly looking couple nodded and said "I sure do, thanks for stopping for me, I would hate to be walking out here for to much longer tonight. Lots of weirdoes out."

"Well come on in then sweetie." 

The girl got in the van and sat in the back seat. Introductions were made. She said her name was Jenni and she and Harriett began making pleasant chit chat. Harriett was good at putting people at ease. During this conversation Donavan got a good look at the girl in the rear view mirror. Not unpleasant looking. Maybe a little overweight about 5'2", red hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a heavy jacket so he couldn't get a good look at her tits but from the impression they made on her coat he was guessing that they were more than a hand full, Levi’s, tennis shoes, and a blue backpack completed her ensemble. A smile crossed his face. Good. He like good full firm tits. That's what attracted him to Harriett in the first place. 

Jenni said she was heading as far down the highway as they could take her, and after about a half hour of pleasant conversation Harriett was able to relax her and put her at ease enough to find out that Jenni was 18 and had left home now she was an adult. Typical story that Donavan had heard before, pissed at the folks, tired of small town life and wanted to see the world.

"A runaway, good, makes things easier for us." Donavan thought to himself.

After a few minuets later Jenni said she needed to go to the bathroom and Donavan willingly pulled over to a roadside connivance store to let her use one. Harriett offered to buy Jenni something to eat and drink and Jenni was grateful for this. She ran off happily to use the bathroom think it was a stroke of good fortune that this nice couple picked her up. Harriett smiled and reached over to Donavan giving him a deep passionate kiss and squeezing his already hard cock.

"She is a keeper" she whispered to Donavan and walked off to get some food and drinks. Fortunately she returned before Jenni did and Harriett was able to slip a potent knock out drug into Jenni's drink. Jenni returned and the 3 drove off heading to Donavan and Harriett house. 

Some more chitchat between Harriett and Jenni took place as Jenni devoured the food and drink provided to her and slowly her head began to droop and soon she was fast asleep. Harriett moved into the back of the van and began to go through Jenni's backpack. Nothing of interest, a few dollars, some photos, some cloths and a school ID from next state over.

"She's a long way from home." Harriett comment to Donavan after seeing the ID. "No one will find her out here." Harriett returned to the front seat and hummed a pleasant little tune the rest of the way home. The drug they gave Jenni would keep her out for hours. 

Eventually Donavan turned the van onto the long dirt road leading up to there house. It lay out in the middle of nowhere, the closest neighbor being over 1 mile away. It was secluded and that was the way Donavan and Harriett liked it. It was a nice 2 story ranch house that had been built in the early 50's. Donavan had bought it after discovering it had a "unique" addition to it. A specially designed bomb shelter had been included in the original building plans. Whoever had built it feared the threat of nuclear war and it seemed it they wish stay safe from nuclear fallout. This addition suited Donavan just fine. Roomy and spacious it was soundproof and being located under the basement of the house, it was just what Donavan and Harriett needed for there hobby. A costly refurbishment later and the house was ready for 'guests'. 

Donavan pulled in the drive way and after activating the remote garage door, pulled the van into the 2 car garage. He again activated the remote garage door and only after the door was all the way down did he shut off the engine and get out. Sure the chances of someone see he and Harriett drag an unconscious body out of the van was slim, no need to take chances. Harriett was already out and moving into the house to start a fire in the fire place. A quick easy was to dispose of Jenni's backpack and possessions. Donavan moved to the passenger side and opened it up looking down at his newest acquisition. She was sleeping soundly, shallow breaths with a slight smile playing across her lips. Donavan grabbed her and pulled her out of the van and into the house, dumping her on the floor. He then went to help Harriett with the fire. After the fire was good and started and Jolene's backpack and everything in it was on way to being nothing more than ash, the 2 returned to the still unconscious body and carried it downstairs to the basement.

The inside of the house was unremarkable. Your normal run of the mill furniture and belongings. The basement held the laundry room, storage room and a nicely furnished game room complete with pool table, dart board, and stocked bar. Off to one side of the game room was a locked full sized gun safe. Nothing unusual there except that this gun safe had been specially modified. Donavan spun the dial entering the combination into the safe and opened it. But instead of a collection of rifles one would expect to see there was a stairway leading down to the bomb shelter. The 2 carried there human cargo down these stairs to a secure steel door and after unlocking that and opening it the 2 carried Jenni into Donavan and Harriett's specially built dungeon.

The dungeon had been designed in the bomb shelter by Donavan and Harriett and had a huge number a interesting devices. The floor was carpeted in a deep plush red carpet. Very easy on the bare feet that the couple usually walked around down here in. The walls were covered from there original concrete with a layer of sound absorbing insulation and then a pleasing looking wooden interior over the top of that. Off to the right side of the room was a St. Andrews cross, and a padded sawhorse with securing devices at each of the four legs and an entrance to a small toilet facility. The bathroom held a shower stall, sink and toilet. It also held most of the couples 'bathroom toys'. In the middle of the room sat a specially designed gynecologist table, a chair that had no seat to it, some other unusual constructions that had no apparent use to them, and a swing hung from the ceiling. On the back wall hung many manacles and restraining devices at varying heights. Also a winch with a hook hung near the back wall and a small refrigerator was located off to the right. The left wall had several cabinets and shelves that held many of Donavan and Harriett's toys including whips, paddles, dildos and other specially designed instruments of pain/pleasure infliction.

"Well what should we start with lover?" Harriett asked.

Donavan looked around the room and said "Well secure her to the back wall, The manacles should hold her fine." 

The 2 carried her back to the wall and laid her out on the floor. Donavan bent down, unzipped her jacket and removed it. He cast her hungry gaze over the body. He was right, she was a little overweight but she did have a nice set of tits on her. The T-shirt she wore did little to hide her mounds. Harriett kneeled down and grabbed Jolene's tits and began to massage them.

"These are real" Harriett grinned wickedly at Donavan. Harriett reached down to remove the T-shirt but Donavan stopped her.

"No, I want to keep her fully clothed for now. Remove her shoes and socks" Harriett gave Donavan a hurt pouty look but complied. As she removed the girls foot wear, Donavan retrieved a ball gag from the collection of toys and put it on Jenni securing it well in place. He looked down at Harriett and saw that she had removed the shoes and socks and was now running her hands up and down Jenni's legs. 

Donavan and Harriett lifted Jenni up and secured her hands above her head to a set of manacles on the wall, and then secured her legs to the wall at a 4 foot interval from each other. They stepped back and observed there handiwork. Jenni was secured firmly to the wall, body slightly drooping from being held up by her arms, head hanging down. She would stay that way until she was released. The 2 turned and went backup stairs, hand in hand, securing both doors behind them. Jenni's jacket and shoes and socks were added to the fire and soon were no more. They then spent the rest of the night fucking like wild animals, untamed passion at the prospect of abusing another poor victim.

Chapter 2

The next morning Donavan and Harriett awoke and after a pleasant breakfast changed into there attire for the days events and headed into the dungeon. Harriett enjoyed dressing the part of a hard-core FemDom and wore a black leather outfit that consisted of a simple G-string with 2 straps leading up the front to her massive breasts where it formed a spider web pattern over them with a strap securing across the back. The pattern left her tits exposed. Both nipples were poking right out all firm and hard from the excitement she felt. 2 more straps lead up to her neck where it attached to a thick leather collar that was adorned with spikes and a single o-ring on the front of the collar. She also wore a pair of 6 inch spike stilettos. Donavan was more conservative wearing only a pair of leather shorts. It did nothing to hide the massive erection he sported. 

They entered the dungeon and looked over there toy. Jenni was still unconscious from the drugs given her the day before. Harriett walked over and lifted her head up and smiled. She patted the girls face and softly cooed to her.

"Time to wake up sweetie. Your new life awaits."

Jenni began to stir and with a opened her eyes very sleepily to Harriett. Jenni couldn't understand why her arms hurt and what was wrong with her mouth. She saw Harriett standing in front of her in a very revealing outfit. Jenni tried to move but found that her arms and legs wouldn't move. She tried to cry out but found she couldn't. Jenni began to struggle against her bonds but were unable to move them. Fear slammed into her like a freight train when she discovered she was bound to a wall and the nice couple that picked her up was standing in front of her in skimpy outfits. Jenni then got a good look at the room around her and seeing where she was began to struggle even more.

Donavan enjoyed this part. The initial realization and attempts to escape always excited Donavan. Harriett walked back and stood behind Donavan and the 2 watched there pet struggle in her bonds. Jenni was becoming frantic and almost hysterical in her attempts to escape. Mewing and crying coming from behind the ballgag. The couple took in the scene for a few minuets as Jenni's struggles started to calm down when she realized she couldn't get free. She looked at the couple with fear and terror in her eyes Jenni was trying to say something but the gag prevented any words from escaping. Donavan walked up to her and grabbing her hair looked into her eyes.

"Welcome to your new home. Your former life is forever over. You will now be trained to serve myself and my lady love. Serve us well and you may earn your freedom. Disappoint us and you will feel pain like you have never experienced before." Donavan said to her. He released her hair and turned and walked over to one of the shelves. "Of course, you will feel pain like you've never experienced before," he said mater of factly." And pleasure you've never felt before." He said back to her.

Harriett walked up to the secured figure and began to run her hands over her chest and arms. "Such a delicious creature. We have such sights to show you." her hands lingering on Jenni's tits massaging them.

Jenni struggled and attempted to get away from the exploring hands. She felt mixed emotions at the exploring hands. She felt repulsed at a woman touching her in a most intimate way and fear at being hurt. But the hands on her tits were making her feel tingly.

Donavan reached into one of the cabinets and pulled out a very nasty looking knife and turned back to Jenni. Upon seeing the glint of the blade Jenni's struggles began in earnest and tears welt up in her eyes. She was convinced she was going to die. She didn't want to die. I'll do anything you want she tried to scream. But the words never came. Just a string of unintelligible grunts and groans.

Harriett stood aside as Donavan walked up to Jenni. He placed the blade to her neck and very softly dragged it along her skin. Not enough to draw blood but enough to let her feel it. Jenni was shaking and sobbing afraid for her life. Donavan traced it down the front of her chest between her cleavage and down to her belly and back up again.

"Before your training can begin you must be stripped of your old life" Donavan whispered to her. His tongue reaching out and sliding up her neck and cheek as if to lick the fear she radiated. She jerked back but the cold steel returned to her neck.

"First lesson, never draw back from our touch or you will be punished." Donavan hissed and with a flick of his wrist, slashed the knife down slicing her T-shirt open but not touching skin. The T-shirt fell open to reveal a white bra holding in her breasts. 

Jenni was shaking wishing all of this would go away and she would wake up from this horrible dream. Donavan used the knife to remove the rest of the shirt from her body. He then moved down and removed her pants in the same manner revealing a pair of pink panties Jenni wore. Tears were streaming down her face as she stood there unable to do anything about this humiliation. 

The 2 stood there and watched there hapless victim struggling in her bonds, tears streaming down her face, body heaving from the sobs wracking her body. Donavan walked back over to Jenni. He lightly traced the knife over the bra where her nipples were. They soon became hard from the stimulation. A quick slice of the knife and the bra fell away from her breasts freeing them. They spilled out from there confines bouncing with the newfound release. 

Donavan again traced the knife over her nipples, careful not to draw blood but letting her know he could at a moments notice. A couple more slices and the bra was added to the collection of torn clothing. He moved the knife down and removed her panties in the same way. He stood back and observed his new pet. 

Her boobs were full and firm. Definitely not the size of Harriet's, but they came close, a 40 full D probably. The areolas were very large, size of a coke can top, and her nipples were full and firm poking out proudly. They were the diameter of pennies. Just the perfect size for the various nipple torments the couple had in mind. Her pussy was covered just lightly with a coating of fine red pubic hair and the lips of her pussy poked out from beneath them. 

Harriett retrieved a pair of hair clippers and walked over and with no amount of hesitation began to shear off all of Jenni’s hair. Jenni tried to move her head around to avoid the haircut but Harriett was persistent and after a sharp slap across Jenni’s tits the girl stopped her frantic movements and allowed Harriett to finish. In no time Jenni was left with a thin red stubble of hair across her head. Sobbing wracked her body as she realized that this was happening to her.

"Forget everything you knew before. Accept what you are now and your life will go easier." Harriett whispered to her. Harriett walked into the bathroom and returned with a can of shaving cream and an old fashioned straight razor. After lathering up Jenni’s head Harriett told her "Don’t move now....we wouldn't want to leave any perminate scars on you now do we." Jenni took this warning to heart and nodded her head in agreement. 

"See, doing what you are told to do is not so difficult, is it." Harriett said as she went to removing all of the stubble from Jenni's head. She began humming a little tune as she went to work. 

Donavan just stood back and watched as Harriett proceeded to move down and shave the rest of the hair from Jenni's body. He wasn't in a hurry to begin. Jenni wasn't going anywhere and he had plenty of time to taste the pleasures of her flesh. Harriett saved Jenni's pubic hairs for last and after shaving the area smooth and cleaning up any residual mess Harriett lowered her head down and began to lick and taste Jenni. She ran her tongue up and down her pussy lips and teased her clit with quick flicks of her tongue. Jenni was shocked as to the feeling erupting from her pussy and momentarily lost her self in the experience of Harriett's tongue on her. 

Harriett could feel Jenni's excitement build and wanting to tease her more she reached up her fingers and inserted 1 finger into Jenni's pussy that was getting very wet. Jenni instantly tensed up as Harriett's finger inserted her and reached her intact hymen. Harriett drew back in suprise and looked over to Donavan.

"She’s a virgin......a real to life virgin. Her cherry is still intact.” Harriett said in a pleasant tone.


The New Pet



Donavan had not expected this. In today’s day and age a 18 year old virgin was a rarity....and finding one as a runaway was a delight he never thought he would encounter. Donavan walked over to Jenni and looked her in the eye. "This is a unexpected suprise.....I'll have to come up with something special to take your virginity."

Harriett stood up and said "I want her...I want to brake her cherry." She stood in front of Donavan with her hands on her hips, tits poking out stiff and proudly. 

Donavan glowered at her not sure how to respond to her aggressive request. She knew that he was in charge and what he said was the law. "Sure you can have it......but when I say. Besides.....if her pussy has never been fucked then I am sure her ass hasn't been fucked before either...and I'll take that." The last part was more to heighten Jenni's fear than anything else. 

Harriett reached over and kissed Donavan thanking him for the privilege. Harriett ran over to grab a strap on dildo but was stopped by Donavan. "Not yet though....We need to show her what to expect if she disappoints us. Bring the whips." Harriett shot him another of her famous pouty looks but complied, she had already pushed to far by demanding to take Jenni first. She had to be careful or she would end up in the same situation as Jenni. Of course the prospect of being used and abused by her Master while Jenni watched sent a shocking thrill through her body. She remembered fondly when Donavan first began her training some years before. She had been Donavans first trainee and his best. Donavan had broke her completely and Harriett had devoted herself to serving Donavan ever since.

She brought over 2 whips, 1 was a massive cat 'o nine tails that she gave to Donavan and she kept the other whip, a standard bullwhip. Fear welled up in Jenni's eyes as she saw the 2 devices paraded in front of her.

Donavan shook the cat 'o nine tails out and with no warning snapped his hand up and laid the leather across Jenni’s tits. 

Pain erupted in Jenni like she had never felt before and a howl attempted to escape her mouth but was blocked by the ballgag. Her body shook with renewed sobbing and Donavan and Harriett admired how her tits bounced as she shook with fear and pain. 

Before Jenni could ready her self for another blow Harriett snapped out her whip and caught Jolene’s stomach sending more pain into Jenni’s body. Donavan hit her again across her legs and as Donavan brought his whip back Harriett used hers against Jenni’s body. The 2 stated a melodious pattern whipping every inch of Jenni’s body and soon her entire body was aflame with pain and her skin was crisscrossed with welts. 

Jenni wanted to scream for them to stop, to let her go, but couldn't. She wanted the pain to stop but it seemed to go on forever. And after what seemed an eternity the pain did stop with Jenni slumping down being held up by the manacles, tears streaming down her face. Donavan went over and checked her condition. The welts were sever but they had avoided her neck and face and her skin seemed to absorb the whipping very well. No blood was drawn and it looked that some of the welts were going down.

"Good" Donavan thought "Her body can take a lot of punishment with no long term effects"

Donavan reached out and lifted her face up by her chin to look into her tear filled eyes "That was nothing compared to some pain that we will inflict on you. As I said before, serve us or you will feel more pain than what was just inflicted on you."

Jenni nodded to him not wanting to go through what she just experienced. He let her head drop and returned the 2 whips to where they belonged. He retrieved a pair if nipple claps attached together by a thin chain. He returned to Jenni and began to lick and tease Jenni’s nipples with his tongue, moving from one back to the other. Jenni was suprised with the pleasure she was now feeling compared to the pain she just encountered. Jenni had never been with a guy before, being raised in a strict Catholic house hold. The farthest she had gone with a guy was a kiss with no tongue. She was overcome with feelings she had never felt before and soon the pleasure she was feeling was overcoming the pain her body was feeling and began to mew softly. 

At this point Donavan reached up and affixed both claps to her now very full and erect nipples. Jenni was suprised with this new form of pain. Donavan had a little trouble putting the clams on as her tits were so big, but he got them on and began to tighten them down as hard as he could. Jenni tried to pull away and got a slap across her face for her troubles. 

After affixing them and making sure they were in place hard and tight Donavan then attached a heavy weight to the chain connecting both clamps increasing her discomfort. He then collected the remainder of Jenni’s cloths and turned and motioned for Harriett that they should go. 

"But you said I could fuck her!" Harriett cried to Donavan and realized her mistake as soon as she said it. Donavan spun and was on her in a flash. Before she knew what was happening he had he bent over the saw horse, her full firm ass in the air, and had her arms and legs secured tightly in place.

Donavan walked around to the front of Harriett and looked down at his love. "It seems that I have been a bit remise in keeping you in line lately my dear. Yes, you can fuck her first but when I say. You know the rules. Obey me in all things or be punished."

He retrieved a massive paddle and stood behind Harriett savoring the moment. She made soft whimpering sounds but Donavan knew it was more from anticipation than from the prospect of being punished. Harriett enjoyed being punished and it seems that Donavan had not properly been doing enough lately. He stood there and watched her ass, she was softly wiggling her ass at him waiting for the spanking to commence.

Donavan raised the paddle and looked over to Jenni with a evil glint in his eye and brought the paddle down on Harriett's ass with all the force he could muster. A massive smack resounded in the dungeon and a heavy gasp of air escaped her lungs. Before she could recover he laid the paddle on her ass again. And again, and again. After about 30 such strokes and turning Harriett's ass a bright red color he stopped and ran his hands over his handiwork. The heat radiated from her skin was intoxicating to Donavan. Soft mewing and gasps of ecstasy were coming from Harriett. Donavan reached down and pulled her g-sting down to allow easy access to her pussy and slid a finger into her. It went in very easy as she was very wet from her spanking. His fingers prodded and explored her pussy and he pinched her clit. Harriett tried to move her ass back so she could get more of Donavan’s fingers into her hungry, sopping pussy. 

Jenni watched the spanking and Harriett's reaction to the punishment she received. On one hand she was in fear from receiving such treatment but another feeling welled up in her, arousal. The thought flicked through her mind of giving Harriett the same treatment and she lingered on that thought for a few moments.

Harriett continued to react with arousal by Donavan’s finger manipulations but before she could get off, he moved around to the front of her and pulled down his shorts exposing his rock hard manhood. It was 7 1/2 inches long and as a thick as a cucumber. He grabbed Harriett by the hair and aimed his cock at her mouth. Harriett knew what to do and devoured his cock with a verocity and began to bob her head up and down slicking his cock with her saliva. Donavan smiled and not wanting to have Harriett control the pace of the blowjob began to rock his hips back and forth pushing his cock into he mouth a little farther with each thrust and soon was hitting the back of Harriett's throat. Harriett struggled to keep up with the pace that Donavan had set by fucking her face. Soon Donavan had his cock down her throat and was slamming her face as he would fuck her pussy or ass. Harriett just laid there allowing Donavan to abuse her mouth trying to please him even more by lightly biting down on his cock like he enjoyed.

Donavan continued this pace for about 5 minuets before he pulled his cock out to let Harriett grab a gulp of fresh air. 

"More Master, please more." she begged. 

Donavan moved around to position himself behind her. "You enjoyed that didn't you." he asked her.

"Yes Master I did. Give me more." there was a hunger in her voice. Harriett looked up to Jenni and said to her "You will beg for him as I do." 

Donavan smacked her ass with his hand " You talk to much little one. And because you like having cock in your mouth so much......" He reached over for a cock gag and inserted it into her mouth and secured it on her head. The rubber cock wasn't as thick as Donavan but was longer. He moved back around behind her and positioned the head of his pole nudging to the entrance of her ass. Donavan began to feed his cock into her ass forcing her sphincter open. It stubbornly tightened but with a rough thrust her anus relaxed and his entire manhood slammed into her rectum filling her up it seemed almost to her stomach. A grunt and growl escaped from her. Donavan began to fuck her ass in a fierce rhythmic pattern. The pain erupting in her ass was a familiar pain that Harriett enjoyed. After a few minuets of hard stroking Harriett soon became slightly used to the massive piece of meat in her ass and settled into a rhythmic grunting each time Donavan slammed his cock into her ass.

Harriett enjoyed being fucked in the ass and rocked herself back as hard as she could to match Donavan’s thrusts and could feel her orgasm building. Donavan could feel her body beginning to build to an orgasm and felt his own orgasm begin to build as well so he increased the rhythm and speed of his thrusts and in a short period of time he could feel her body go into convulsions as her orgasm rocked her body. Normally she was a screamer but with the gag in her mouth there was only a series of squeals, grunts and groans. This sent Donavan over the edge and he unloaded his cum deep into her bowels. He thrust a few more times finishing himself off and pulled out. He patted her ass lovingly and retrieved another set of nipple clams like he had attached to Jenni and affixed them to Harriett. 

She was slowly coming back down to reality from the savage ass fucking she had received and moaned with pleasure as the cold steel was attached to her nipples and a weight hung from them. Donavan finished his handiwork and looked over both of his bound beauties, smiled, collected Jenni’s last belongings and before he walked out and secured the doors behind him he warned that both of the ladies should not lose control of there bladders during the night or they would be severely punished. He went upstairs and in short order the last physical traces of Jenni’s possessions were nothing but ashes in the fireplace.

Chapter 3

Donavan waited until well into the next afternoon before he went down to check on his 2 slaves. He forgo any pretext of clothing and went down into the dungeon naked, his cock hard leading the way in front of him. Harriett laid over the sawhorse and seemed to be sleeping, but Jenni was awake and struggling with discomfort in her confines. Donavan could guess why. It had been well over 24 hours since she had gone to the bathroom and she was struggling not to go. She remembered Donavan’s threat from the night before and didn’t want to endure whatever he might have in mind. Her eyes followed Donavan in the room with a mix of fear and relieve. She was afraid he would leave her down here and never return.

Donavan walked over to look at Harriett and sure enough she was snoring softly marking that she was asleep. With an evil grin moved behind her and winked to Jenni as he stroked his cock. He very carefully positioned him self and with no warning buried the entire length of his cock into Harriet's pussy. Harriett awoke with a start and as Donavan began a slow steady forceful pattern of strokes into her, she attempted to bring her self to full conciseness as a steady pressure of pleasure began to grow from her pussy and in no short time she was grunting and squealing as her Master buried his cock into her. She lost herself to the pleasure she was receiving and let the orgasm was over her like a tidal wave. 

Donavan felt Harriett go into her usual throws of passion when she came and he began pounding her pussy faster as the orgasm wash over her. He continued to pump her for several more minuets getting her off 2 more times. After he was satisfied he had pleasured her enough he pulled out and removed her cock gag. 

"Are you done being a bad little girl and are you ready to obey my commands again?" he asked her.

"Oh God yes Master!" she replied. Her voice a little hoarse from the night of having a rubber cock down her throat. "Any thing you wish......anything at all."

Donavan released her restraints and Harriett got down on her knees in front of her Master, and kissed his feet. "Thank you for the punishment master, I deserved it" She reached up and with her mouth attempted to take him into her but he stopped her;

"We have more pressing business. Get cleaned up and get something to eat. We have a virgin to break in today" He said looking over to Jenni. 

Harriett got up and rubbing life back into her muscles walked into the bathroom and disrobed from her skimpy attire with the exception of the collar and began to take a shower.

Donavan turned to Jenni and patted her abdomen "I’m sure you are ready to relieve yourself. And I’m glad you have not yet. I would have been so disappointed and would have had to punish you for it. See, doing what you are told is easy. I would hate to have to punish you for disappointing or disobeying me but I will if I have to." He slowly stroked her face. 

Donavan’s father had been an intelligence operative for "The Company" during the Vietnam war and had specialized in intelligence gathering from enemy POW's. Donavan had learned as much as he could from him, listening to his fathers stories about breaking down the personalities of the POW's to get the information from them. Those techniques he heard from his father he put to good use with the slaves he trained. One favorite technique was to appear to be the slaves friend and make the subject fell responsible for the punishment she receives. It worked like a charm and Donavan had gotten the technique down to an art.

While he was waiting for Harriett to come out from the bathroom he busied himself by removing the nipple clamps from Jenni, which brought a new wave of pain washing over her as blood flowed back into her nipples. He watched her nipples engorge them selves with blood and began to suck and chew on her tits roughly pinching and biting them.

After a few minuets of this abuse Jenni almost wished the clamps were back on. Harriett came from the bathroom freshly showered and was drying her hair as she walked over to the refrigerator and retrieved 2 bananas and gave Donavan the most erotic display of banana eating he had ever seen. Harriett was a slut and Donavan loved it.

He turned back to Jenni and removed her ballgag. She took in a deep inhale of breath as her jaws found themselves able to move again. Another pain jostled Jenni’s body as she worked her jaw muscles and attempted to swallow but with no moisture in her mouth she was finding it extremely difficult. She was able to whisper out "Please don’t hurt me. Ill be good and do what you say just don’t hurt me."

Donavan was pleased with this. Usually he received threats or begging to be released or some other nonsense. But this one was already accepting her fate and a sex slave and didn’t want to be hurt anymore. 

He gave her one of his best award winning smiles and said "Of course not pet. as long as you do what you are told then nothing to bad will happen to you. Now I’m going to guess you want to go to the bathroom right about now don’t you?"

She nodded.

"Good but you are going to have to earn that privilege. We will start with something easy for you. I’m going to release you from those restraints and I want you to fall to your knees and stay there until I tell you what to do. If you try and fight us then you will feel pain unlike you have ever experienced."

She nodded her head in fear.

Donavan and Harriett reached up and released her wrist restraints and Jenni slumped to the ground. After being held in the same position for so long her arms wouldn’t respond if she wanted them to. Her ankles were released as well and she made every effort to get into the position she was told to be in. A swift smack across her ass made her jolt and a cry of pain escaped her lips. She looked up to see Harriett holding a crop she had produced from somewhere.

"You must move faster than that." Harriett said "You will always crawl on the floor like an animal unless we tell you other wise and you will not look at us. If you do something you are not told to, or if you move to slow or if we feel like it you will receive another of these..." Harriett brought the crop across Jolene’s ass again to accentuate the threat. Jolene rocked with the pain but nodded meekly. 

"I will" she said. And received another smack across her ass.

"You will refer to us as Master and Mistress or Sir and Ma'am. Do I make myself clear?" Harriett asked.

"Yes Mistress" she responded.

She could feel Donavan behind her and her ordered her to her knees which she complied with instantly. Donavan reached around from behind her and placed a silver mesh collar around her throat. It held a simple o-ring on it like the collar that Harriett wore and it constricted slightly when he fixed it in place. She could feel him doing something to the back of the collar and heard a click.

"There that’s in place now. To let you know the collar has been bolted around you and will not come off unless I wish it to. Now since you have been a good girl we can let you go to the bathroom." Donavan informed her.

Harriett reached down and connected a leash to the collar and ordered her to crawl into the bathroom. Jenni forced her muscles to move and they responded very sluggishly and she received 4 more whacks from the crop before she was able to bring herself into the bathroom.

Donavan let Harriett handle this part of the training. He wasn’t into scat or golden showers and he always preferred to let Harriett handle the 'bathroom' aspects of the slaves. And after a few minuets of hearing Harriett instructing Jenni on how, when and where she was to relieve herself punctuated with the sounds of the crop hitting skin, Harriett walked Jenni back out into the main room and over to the winch. 

Donavan ordered her to her feet and to put her arms up in the air, which she did. He then tied her hands together and hooked it to the winch. Once that was done he used its mechanical motor to winch her up into the air and after a few seconds she was dangling a couple of feet off the ground. She could feel all of her weight bearing down on her shoulders and arms. More pain and discomfort for her to endure. Donavan then wheeled the table under her spreading her legs so one leg was on either side of the table as Harriett busied herself by putting on her favorite toy. She called it 'The Beast'. It was a massive strap on dildo that measured 10" long and as thick as her wrist. Harriett loved using it on slaves and the prospect of breaking Jenni’s cherry with this had gotten Harriett very, very wet.

Harriett then got on the table beneath Jenni and positioned the dildo right to the entrance of Jenni’s pussy. Jenni was aghast at this and cried "You cant put that in me its to big, it will tear me apart and kill me." Donavan brought his hand across her ass and it rocked her body rubbing the head of the massive rod against her clit and pussy sending a momentary flash of excitement through her. 




The New Pet



"I didn’t say you could talk did I slave?" Donavan asked.

"N..noo Master." Jenni was able to whisper out fearful at what punishment may befall her for her outburst.

"Good....now don’t worry about it not fitting....you would be amazed as to what you can get in a woman’s pussy. Its very expandable and can accommodate even the largest objects. You soon begin begging for this piece of rubber to fill you up.” He reached over for a tube of lubricant and after applying a very small amount on the head of the rubber beast positioned it directly under Jenni’s virgin pussy. “We want to make sure this goes in with no problem.” He lowered the winch a couple of inches guiding the head of the dildo into Jenni’s tight pussy. 

Jenni tried to position her self to ease the pressure this massive object was exerting on her pussy...she felt as if she was going to tear or worse. She whimpered and moaned as she couldn’t find a comfortable way to position her legs to accommodate entry.

Harriett was laying under Jenni watching her struggle to make herself more comfortable but knew that Jenni wasn’t going to find any comfort. Donavan stepped back and took in the scene. This was going to be fun. He had in hand the control buttons for the winch that held Jenni in the air. He showed them to Jenni and told her what it was. “This button makes the winch go up.” he pressed it momentarily and Jenni felt her self raise in the air a slight bit. “And this button makes the winch go down.” again a slight depression of the button and Jenni felt herself lower onto the dildo a slight bit...pain coursing through her body as the dildo forced her pussy lips open further than they had ever been before. “And this last button releases the winch dropping whatever its suspending.” Slow fearful realization dawned on Jenni as she realized what Donavan met by that...If he were to drop her then her body weight would force her down onto the massive piece of rubber tearing it up into her.

“Please don’t...” she began to sob when the realization of what that would do to her. 

“Not my choice to do that to you.” He handed the control over to Harriett “She’s the one who is going to have the honor of that.”

Harriett looked up at the struggling form and smiled evilly. Jenni looked down and saw the malicious intent in Harriet’s eyes. Jenni began to say something but before she could get out any words Harriett mashed her finger down on the release button.

With nothing to support Jenni in the air anymore gravity did its job and she came down impaling herself on the dildo. It smashed through her hymen at terrific speed and continued its journey up into her womb. Jenni let out a mournful wail as her virginity was ripped away from her and the dildo forced her pussy open to a massive diameter to accommodate the massive intrusion it now held. It felt as if it had penetrated into her stomach and she sat there impaled on it for a few seconds as sobs and moans escaped her lips.

Harriett loved to see there reaction when they were dropped onto her. She grinned and started to rock her hips forcing the dildo to move around inside Jenni. This of course increased her displeasure and she began to wail in agony.

Donavan let her sit there for a few minuets while Harriet rocked and thrust her hips, grinding into Jenni’s blood soaked pussy. No matter how Jenni moved she couldn’t escape the painful intrusion. He then pulled her off of Harriett. Sobs still came from her abused form. She fell to her knees. 

Donavan ordered her up and when she was slow in responding she felt the sharp sting of a crop smack into her tits. She rose to her feet trying to understand why all of this was happening to her. Donavan untied her hands and ordered her arms behind her. He put her arms together behind her and she felt a leather band secure around her wrists, palms facing away from each other. Another leather band was secured midway between her wrists and her elbows and another strap was finally secured around her elbows forcing them together. This forced her to arch her back and pushed her tits out. 

Harriett had gotten off of the table and when Donavan was through securing Jenni’s arms Harriett bent her over the table and forced the dildo back into her abused pussy. Jenni wailed in pain but there was nothing she could do about it. Harriett then began to rock back and forth bringing the dildo almost all of the way out before slamming it back in all the way. Each time brining a cry of pain from Jenni. Harriett continued this pace while she felt her own orgasm build from the dildo rubbing up against her clit. Shortly Harriett climaxed with a sloppy wet orgasm.. She pulled the dildo out and slumped against Donavan. Jenni fell to the ground in pain.

“That was a good one” she said breathlessly. “We need to find more virgins if there all going to do this to me.” She smiled to Donavan. She then removed the dildo and climbed back up on the table spreading her legs wide.

Donavan looked down at the sobbing form of abused flesh in front of him and said ”There doesn’t that make you feel like more of a woman now? I’m going to guess that your are a little thirsty right about now....it has been a while since you have had anything to drink..and I know that the drug we gave you tends to dry the mouth out.”

Jenni nodded her head “Yes Master I am thirsty,” She had been trying to hold the thirst that was raging in her in check by the comment Donavan made brought the need for liquid crashing back down on her.

“Good. But before you can have something to drink you must earn the privilege.” He commented.

“Now what” Jenni thought to herself “what more can they inflict on me”

“Now get your ass up on the table.” Donavan said to her.

Jenni was to sore and winded to move very fast and far by herself, she struggled to her feet and attempted to climb up on the table, difficult to do with her arms cinched behind her back, and with a little help from Donavan’s hands grabbing her from behind hauling her up by her tits, cruelly lifting her up to the table. Donavan had her positioned in a hands and knees kneeling position if Jenni had use of her arms. She was only able to hold her self in this position because his hands were holding her up by the tits.

Holding her up so she was looking straight down into Harriet’s sopping wet cunt.

“If you want something to drink...make her cum.” Donavan said.

“Please Master don’t make me.....”

Donavan removed his hands from her tits and drooped her face first into Harriet’s wetness giving her a face full of pussy.

`Harriett grabbed Jenni’s head and held it down to her pussy. ”I’m not feeling anything yet” Harriett said.

It was the last thing Jenni wanted to do...first this woman cruelly took her virginity and then was wanting her to eat her pussy, but Jenni was more concerned of the pain they would inflict on her if she didn’t obey. She gave it a few test licks turning her stomach as she did.

“That’s not going to make me cum...and if you want something to drink...you need to make me cum.”

Jenni was working her self up into working her tongue some more when...SMACK!....She received a massive paddle across the ass from Donavan. She drove her tongue deep into Harriet’s pussy afraid of anymore strikes from the paddle.

Harriett soon began cooing and moaning from all of the effort Jenni was putting into eating out her Mistress. Juices began flowing from Harriet’s pussy when Harriett locked one of her legs behind Jenni’s neck forcing her face deeper into Harriet’s pussy.

Jenni went on licking her pussy doing what she could to tease the clit and trying to remember what she had heard some of her friends talking about when there boyfriends did this to them.

Jenni must have finally done something right because suddenly Harriett was cumming and once she started she wouldn’t stop. Harriett locked her legs even tighter around Jenni and was doing her best to pull the girl into her cunt. 

Finally after several orgasms Harriett calmed down enough to release Jenni allowing the poor girl to gasp for some badly needed breath.

“Very good....”Harriett moaned and cooed “Very good.....”

Donavan looked at the 2 with some amusement in his eyes. “Well that wasn’t so hard was it...and now for your reward for being a good girl...we can let you have something to drink.”

Donavan pulled her off the table and told her to kneel on the floor which she did with no hesitation. Harriett then got her self off the table and standing on wobbly knees from the intense organism she just received placed herself right in front of Jenni.

“Open wide.” She said to the pet.

Jenni couldn’t understand what was going on but complied anywise. Harriett then began to fondle her tits and worked her hands down to her tits where she began to squeeze them sending an eruption of milk exploding from them and into Jenni’s open mouth. 

Years ago before Donavan had ‘acquired’ Harriett she had been in a bad abusive relation. She had gotten knocked up but the father of the child didn’t want anything to do with it and several months into pregnancy had beaten her so bad it had caused a miscarriage. This was the final straw for Harriett. She had the bastard arrested and placed in jail. One thing she always remembered fondly from the pregnancy was the full feeling that the milk in her tits gave her. She had enjoyed the feeling immensely and the heightened sexual feeling it gave her. Donavan learned of her one time fascination with lactation and had gone to great lengths to try and replicate the effect. He was able to discover it was possible to induce and reinduce lactation in women through a process of hormone injection and nipple stimulation. Harriett readily agreed to the procedure and had been living with milk filled udders ever since. 

Jenni was shocked by this and pulled back from Harriett. Harriett smiled down at the girl” Oh don’t be silly.....I’m sure your mother breast fed you when you were young...Its perfectly natural and nothing is wrong with it. Besides, its the only way your going to get anything to drink for a long time.” Harriett held her tits out for Jenni to take.

After some hesitation of the whole idea, the desire for something to drink over came Jenni’s revulsion and she leaned forward and took one of Harriett’s milk covered tits in mouth and began to suck on it attempting to get some of the precious liquid her body desired. 

It was difficult at first but she soon got the way done to get the milk, A combination of sucking and biting Harriett tits were required to release the milk. She sucked the liquid down greedily moving from one tit to the other when one was empty. She was repulsed on one hand to be forced to this state to get something to drink but was also getting a little wet with the chance to return some of the abuse she had received back on her captors by biting a little harder than she should have on Harriett tits. Harriett didn’t seem to mind as she stood there holding Jenni to her chest feeding her. After a while both udders were dry with no more milk to be had and Jenni slumped back thankful for the nourishment and liquid she had received.

But her serenity was short lived as Donavan grabbed her up and pulled her over to the sawhorse and threw her over it securing her ankles to the legs and grabbing a length of chain that was attached to the floor in front of her and securing it to the collar she wore around her neck.

“Now my turn” Donavan said to her. “Time to fuck that tight virgin ass of yours.....”

Chapter 4

Donavan slowly walked around his secured pet taking in all angles of her secured form he could. Jenni’s eyes followed him around with fear and trepidation wondering what next would happen to her. Donavan moved around behind Jenni and lightly ran his hands over her upturned ass. His touch brought a tingle of shock and pleasure through Jenni as she waited.

Donavan began to kneed the flesh of her ass and massage it” Well.....you have a bit of weight on you, my dear...but I think the “liquid diet” you are going to be living on for a while will take care of that.”

He moved around in front of her, his solid cock pointing directly at her face.” And the work out you’ll be getting from us will shed those unwanted pounds...you will see. Now....before I break that ass of yours in you are going to learn to suck my cock. And do a good job of it....I’m not going to lube your ass up before I fuck you so you better get my cock well and salived up. Understand?”

She nodded her head and opened her mouth to say “Yes Mast.......” but before she could finish what she was going to say Donavan had moved forward and slid his cock into her mouth. The unexpected intrusion took her by suprise as his meat filled up her mouth. She tried to buckle and escape form the oral intrusion but the straps holding her to the sawhorse were to tight. She worked her tongue to try and push his cock out of her mouth but all she succeeded in doing was successfully giving Donavan some pleasure as her tongue ran up and down his shaft. She began to gag when the head of his cock began to press down the back of her throat. Donavan ignored this and began to press his cock as far into her mouth as he could. 

“Better not throw up. Learn to take it all and soon you will be begging for me to fuck your mouth.” He said to her. Her gags kept up but she did everything to accommodate his cock. Soon she began to adjust to the intrusion in her throat and the desire to throw up went away. When Donavan realized that she had adjusted he rocked his hips back and thrust back into her face. 

The thrust took her by suprise and she began to struggle a little bit but realized that it was a bad idea when she saw Harriett move behind her with one of those nasty whips. 

Donavan rocked his hips back and thrust into her mouth again but this time when he was inserted all the way in a blaze of white hot pain erupted across her ass as Harriett brought the whip across her ass. The pain caused her to involuntarily gag and bite down on Donavan’s cock. A soft grunt escaped his lips and she received a slap across her face for the trouble.

“I like teeth but you have to learn when and how much to use.” He said to her “But right now you will control the urge to bite down on me. If you don’t you will be sorry” He left the threat hang in the air. She wasn’t sure what else they could do to her but she was in no rush to discover. She nodded her head to acknowledge what he had said because she couldn’t say anything with his cock down her throat. 

He slowly pulled out and thrust back in and she felt the white hot pain flash across her ass again but this time resisted as much as she could the instinct to bite down and cry out. Tears began to roll down her face from the pain across her ass and in her throat. Soon Donavan began a rhythmic pattern of thrusts into her mouth each time accentuated with Harriett laying the whip across Jolene’s ass. 

“You better start working up some saliva, or the fucking I’m going to give your ass is going to be very painful.” Donavan said after a time.

She tried to work up saliva in her mouth but it was still very dry from not having much to drink the previous 2 days. Fortunately the milk she received from Harriett seemed to have been enough and soon she was coating the cock in her mouth with all the saliva she could muster. She ran her tongue up and down the shaft as it was being thrust into her and she could hear Donavan breathing deeper than he usually did and guessed that he liked what she was doing with her tongue and did her best to keep him happy. 

“Not bad” she heard him say “She almost a natural cock sucker. Some training and she will almost be worth the effort we’ve put into her already.” A sudden flash of pride went through Jenni. She was receiving praise from her Master. If she was good enough then mabey she wouldn’t get hurt anymore. Little did Jenni know but already her thought pattern was adjusting to that of an obedient slave. 

Donavan could tell she was starting to get into the cock sucking from the way she started working her tongue over his cock. Even through the pain she must be feeling from the constant whipping her ass was receiving she was attempting to please him. This was good. That meant she would be much easier to train and control. Normally he enjoyed a challenge of breaking women. The most difficult pet he and Harriett had trained took almost 2 weeks to completely break. Even the last one, the college student, held out for a few days. But this was a nice change of pace. Jenni was already broken and all that was needed was the training. 

With a grunt Donavan pulled out of her mouth and allowed her to gasp for breath as she began to quietly sob from the pain on her backside. Harriett had stopped whipping her but the pain still remained. 

“Be quiet or I’ll give you something really to cry about” Harriett said to her and Jenni did all she could to stifle the sobs. Donavan moved around to her back side and took a look at Harriett’s handy work. A bull whip could be a nasty item if it wanted to. You could lay a persons skin open if you were not careful. But this had not happened with Jenni, Harriett was skilled with the whip and while Jenni’s ass was crisscrossed with deep red welts there was no torn skin or bleeding. Donavan and Harriett could be harsh but there was no reason to cause undue harm when it wasn’t nessicary. Besides, any damage like that would require them to attend to it. The couple liked there pets to remain for the most part undamaged. 

He ran his hands over the tortured ass cheeks feeling the heat that the welts gave off. Jenni stiffened under his touch as his wandering hands brought new spasms of pain over her. He saw the rosebud of her asshole pucker and flutter under his touch. He lightly ran his fingertips over the welts on Jenni and was pleasantly suprised when Jenni began to respond to his gentile caresses with excitation. She began to move her ass unconsciously in time with his fingers and soft gasps of pleasure escaped he lips. Even though her ass burned with pain, his fingers were doing...well...something nice to her. And she enjoyed it. 

He kept this up for a couple of minuets slowly relaxing and calming Jenni to the point where she almost began to forget what was to come next. Abruptly his hands left her ass cheeks only to be replaced with the head of his cock resting at the entrance of her sphincter. Jenni immediately stiffened up preparing for the worst but Donavan just sat there for a few seconds until Jenni began to relax a little. 

Donavan wanted to make this pleasure last. He had broken in virgin asses before and unlike Harriett he liked to take his time and draw the pleasure out. He slowly began to press forward his cock into Jenni’s ass but her sphincter tightly clamped down refusing the massive cock entry. He slowly pulled back and almost immediately began to press back forward. Again her ass refused entry. He repeated the process a third time and when he pushed back in he could feel her sphincter relaxing slightly. Slowly he repeated the process several more time until the head of his cock slid into her ass with a satisfying sounding grunt of pain from Jenni. He let his cock sit there for a few seconds and allowed her ass to begin to adjust to the new visitor it now held. 

After a few more moments he began to press into her ass deeper and slower. He didn’t pull back any time and slowly his cock began to fill her ass as he began to feed it up her ass. Jenni began to try and buck and escape as his rod began to fill her up to her breaking point. After what seemed an eternity of pain as her asshole was being stretched farther than it had ever been before, Donavan bottomed out as the full length of his cock rested in her ass. He didn’t even have to do anything as Jenni continued to try and rock and buck in an attempt to relieve the pressure in her ass. This was by far even more painful than what she experienced a few moments ago when her virginity was ripped from her. 




The New Phone



She unwrapped the box that had arrived in the mail and grinned, she loved all gadgets and toys and he knew that. She had a big toy bag full of vibrators and a host of different gadgets in the house, something for each and every occasion now she came to think about it. She'd grinned as she opened the new top of the range phone he had got her for her. She switched it on and tested the vibrate function on the end of her nose something she'd learnt at one of those kinky underwear parties. She laughed as she remembered the party organiser explaining that it was one of the most sensitive parts of the body and the room full of women with vibrators of all shapes and sizes held on their faces. 

Then she read the note that fell out of the box. 

"I know you will want to test the vibrate function first" he'd written.

She grinned, he really knew her to well but she had shown some self restraint not holding it against her pussy.

"But that's not why I've sent you this," the note went on. "Its so that I can tell you and show you exactly what I'd like to do to you at any time I want. Be sure you check it regularly."

He'd teased her mercilessly that day. Every email he had sent her as she sat in the office designed to have an impact. She'd got to the point where she started to react before she even opened them, his name on the email in her in box enough to get her wet with anticipation. They had arrived one after the other. Some long and graphic descriptions of what he wanted to do to her. Others pictures, explicit images of men and women fucking, women bound submissive, close ups of his cock exploding. One a story of two women giving each other their first orgasms which had bought back a few memories of lovers past. As the day had gone on she had got hotter and wetter, squirming more as each arrived, knowing that opening the next would just make it worse but quite unable to stop herself.

She had to go across town that afternoon, the walk to the station almost a relief away from the open plan office. He had certainly had an effect that day, she seemed to have had comment after comment about looking like she had a good weekend. She grinned, nothing to do with the weekend actually just a constant stream of erotic ideas delivered to her all day. The breeze was pleasant against her skin, some light relief from the heat that had been growing, her music playing through the headphones, she chosen the music to fuck to playlist on her ipod today.

The train was pretty empty and she logged in again to see what would be next. Perhaps it was time to add her own thoughts? As she stared round she realised it would be really easy to have a little fun here. She leaned back in the corner and slid her finger over her mound, even though the fabric it felt so good. Now if he was here it would be really easy to slide her fingers over his cock, to pull down his zipper and free it, sliding her nails over his balls which she knew he loved so much.

She leant back a little further thinking about it, feeling her nipples harden and grinning to herself. She imagined bending down and taking him in her mouth, flicking her tongue across the head before burying her head in his crotch and taking as much of him as she could into her mouth. 

She pulled her coat over her lap and wiggled her hips a bit so she could pull up her skirt. No panties of course, they just got in the way these days. She rubbed her finger over her swollen clit, flicking the ring in her piercing against it. Oh yes that felt so good. She imagined his cock in her mouth, filling it, feeling his hands on her head, in her hair, holding her, pushing her down harder against him until he was buried so deep in her mouth she was gagging as his cock pushed against her throat. 

She rubbed harder on her clit now. Fuck she was so wet, juices oozing out of her pussy, she was surprised they couldn't smell her at the other end of the carriage. That hot wet smell of sex had to be carrying in the air. She stopped suddenly realising the that the train was slowing and she was getting into the station. Quickly pulling down her skirt, she slipped on her jacket and got up, every inch the conservative business woman again, if one with an itch she really needed to scratch.

She got off the train and paused on the platform, clicking back into her in box. She tapped out a quick question "Ever fucked on a train?" and smiled. Maybe she should share some more? She added a quick description of her fingers on his cock and hit the send key. Probably a good job she had a few minutes walk to her next meeting, time and let that scent of sex, of warm wet pussy fade a little. She slid two fingers into her mouth and sucked the taste of herself from them. God he really knew how to get her hot.

She arrived a few minutes early and checked her mail again. Another reply, "No but I'd love to try fucking on a train". She grinned to herself, well maybe one day. The meeting dragged, she really didn't want to be there and suspected it was obvious at times. She kept wondering what he had sent her whilst she couldn't log on. Every time she thought about him and what he said he would do to her she grinned and felt herself get wetter again. She finally made an early exit muttering about family commitments and needing to make the early train home. 

She rushed to make the early train and was delighted to find a double seat empty at the back of the carriage. She slipped in, pulling her phone out desperate to see what he had sent her next. A picture filled the screen of a woman bent over being fucked hard from behind. Bastard she thought, he knows that always does it for me.

"Is this seat taken?" She nearly jumped out her skin as a mans voice interrupted her thoughts. She looked up and met his amused gaze.

"No", she said blushing as she realised from the amused look on his face he had clearly seen the picture as well.

He sat down next to her, his legs touching hers and winked.

"Nice, uh, phone you have there", he said his eyes flicking over her body, "that's the latest model isn't it?"

"Yes it is and it has some really good features" she flirted back, after all she was hardly going to carry off the sweet and innocent routine with any credibility now so she may as well have some fun.

"I'm sure it does", he drawled, pushing his leg harder against hers.

The next ten minutes flew by as they flirted their way up the line, everything an inuendo. Finally he stood up to go.

"Well this is my stop so I guess I have. to be going" he said reluctantly. He held her gaze and passed her a business card from his pocket, "If you need a hand with the phone, or in fact with anything else, just give me a call". He stared at her, his gaze burning into her.

"Maybe I will do just that, sometime" she said, her fingers brushing his as she took the card, sending sparks through her. She smiled up at him as he turned and headed for the train doors. 

Today was certainly turning out to be an interesting day she thought to herself as she snapped a photo of him surreptitiously on her phone. He really did have a nice ass, one that you could bounce grapes off. Her eyes were drawn back to the flashing icon that meant another new message and she hit the buttons to pull it up eagerly. 

"You must be nearly home now and I think you've been a very bad girl winding those men up on the train" he'd written. "I hope you haven't got yourself all hot and bothered again".

He really did know her incredibly well, this man she had had never even met. Everything he said reinforced just how well he understood her. She grinned as she scrolled down and looked at the picture she'd sent him of her glistening pussy the week before that he had sent back to her just now. Well that had been one hell of a night, she had been soaking wet. She knew just how much he had enjoyed that picture, he'd sent her one back, a photo of her photo with the evidence clearly spread all over it.

She hurried off the train at her station and walked home quickly. She unlocked the door, stepped through and kicking it shut dropped her briefcase just inside. The coat hit the floor somewhere further up the up the hallway along with her heels and she headed up the stairs shedding her clothes as she went. By the time she reached the bedroom she was naked. She immediately started rummaging in the bedside drawer looking for her most effective vibrator.

She sank back on the bed, hit his number on the phone and hit the on button on her vibrator, sinking it into her soaking wet pussy. 

"You bastard" she said as he picked up, "You are an evil man".

It hit her then, the first wave of her orgasm as he laughed into the phone. It washed over her, making her scream as her cunt spasmed.

"Who me?" he said, "You did it all to yourself" he paused, "But tonight I am going to make you come again and again my little cyber slut."

Inspired by a 'wet' Monday. To be continued ...?



The New Pillow Case Rapist



For Detective Paul Nunez the Pillow Case Rapist had become the second obsession of his life. He had been tracking him off and on for the last two years. Every time he took another victim, it landed on Detective Nunez's desk and another few weeks of his life would be spent reliving two years of frustration.

The PCR (Nunez smiled to himself as he realized that every case became an acronym if it stuck around long enough) had trapped another housewife in her home and raped her. The basic M.O. was there: break-in, pillow case, threats, and the multiple penetrations— both vaginally and anal, and the constant whispering how much he loved his victim during the rapes. The conformation that it was really the PCR: the woman was 5' 4" and weigh over two hundred pounds. The majority of his victims were large women.

A dark part of Nunez understood that last part of the PCR's M.O.: he too loved big girls. This led him to think of the first obsession of his life: 5' 7" 220 pound Amber. He reached into his pocket, took out his notebook and opened it to the page where he had written Amber's address from her license they day he had stopped for a rolling stop...

He had been angry as he pulled over the van that had almost clipped him. But his anger subsided as he saw the auburn hair beauty that smiled at him and apologized. She was wearing a pretty summer dress low cut so he could see her cleavage. He felt himself growing hard as he took her license and pretended to run her threw the computer as he wrote he home address into her book. He let her go with a warning.

He should have just let her go, but he had spent the last three weeks following her. He knew that right now she was at work and would return to an empty house tonight because her husband was out of town. She'd be all alone...

Amber entered her home and sighed; another Friday night alone. She knew they needed the money, but it was getting tiresome after three weeks in a row. She hated sleeping alone.

She trudged into her bedroom and slipped off her heels. Next off was her dress and bra, both tossed on the floor. She had just put her fingers into the waist band of her pantyhose when a pillow case was slipped over her head and the sharp edge of a knife pressed against her neck.

"Behave and I won't hurt you. Understand?" said a voice in her ear. 

The Pillow Case Rapist (PCR) had been waiting in her bedroom behind the door watching Amber strip down to her pantyhose. The sight of her sexy large ass in nylon was when he decided to grab her.

Amber froze as she felt the sharp blade on the skin of her neck. "Don't hurt me," she croaked. Fear made her whole body shake.

"Good girl, Amber," said the PCR. Amber took in a breath in surprise.

"How did you know my name," she said, afraid of the answer.

The PCR kissed the side of Amber's neck. "I have been following you for weeks, Amber. I know you are alone tonight. I have to show you how much I love you."

The PCR pulled Amber's hands behind her back and secured them with a plastic tie. Amber cried out.

"Please don't do this. Don't....rape me."

The PCR hands grabbed Amber's ample breasts. He ran the knife blade over them, teasing her nipples with the knife tip. Amber stood still, afraid even to breath.

"P....P...Please don't cut me. Don't hurt me, "pleaded Amber as the PCR began to suckle on her nipples. Amber's felt her nipples harden and her tears stained the pillow case. 

"What size are your breasts, Amber?"

"44 Double D," said Amber, voice low, full of fear and loathing of how this rapist was making her body feel.

"You are so beautiful, Amber. I am going to showing how much I love you. Now, stay still.

Amber did as she was told, her fear now becoming survival instinct: do as she was told and she will live. 

Amber saw the flash of the camera even through the pillow case. She felt humiliated; he was taking pictures of her rape. 

"Bend over Amber and spread your legs."

Amber obeyed and saw the flash as her rapist took the picture. She felt his hands on her ass now, kneading and squeezing.

"You have a great ass, Amber: big and round."

The PCR kneeled behind Amber and began to rub her clit through her pantyhose. He used the tip of he knife and opened up the crotch of her pantyhose and then sliced through her panties. His mouth went straight to her clit.

Amber cried out as she felt her rapist mouth sucking her clit. She felt warmth in her belly. She was getting wet as he gave her the one thing she loved the most.

"Please...stop...Don't...." she said in a low husky voice. 

The PCR gently put a finger inside Amber's wet pussy and began to work her cervix. He took her clit into his mouth and sucked while he worked his finger inside her.

Amber moaned. No, she could not come for her rapist. She could not do that...it was...

"NO... DON'T MAKE ME CUMMMM....AHHHH!"

The PCR tasted Amber's wetness and felt her pussy clench around his finger as she came for him. 

"I told you I loved you, Amber," said the PCR as he stood, grabbed her hips and entered her from behind with a hard thrust of his hips.

Amber cried and cried as the PCR raped her. With each stroke of his cock in her, he said "I love you." She never thought she would come to hate those words.

The PCR pulled out of Amber; tore open the pantyhose, spread her ass cheeks, entering her anus with a brutal thrust. 

Amber SCREAMED. She had never had anal sex and now she was being brutally raped there. 

The PCR slowed his strokes so he could savor the tightness of Amber, finally cumming into her ass after a few more minutes of effort.

He let go of her hips and Amber fell to the ground. She sobbed. She felt so humiliated, not by the anal rape, but by the fact she had cum for her rapist.

The PCR took a deep breath, grabbed Amber by the arm and pulled her to her feet. He pushed her face down on the bed. He rummaged threw her drawers and found two more pair of pantyhose and used them to tie her legs, spread apart, to the bottom of the bed. He took his camera and snapped off a few more pictures.

Amber lay there. She was beyond fighting. She was lucky to be alive now and her rapist had not cum in her pussy. She had been ovulating, and she did not want this...thing...getting her pregnant.

The PCR put the camera down. He ran his hands over Amber's body and then slowly pulled the pillow case up, exposing her mouth and nose. Amber took in a breath of fresh air.

The PCR kneeled on the bed and forced his semi-stiff cock into Amber's mouth. 

"I need to love your mouth, Amber."

The PCR grabbed Amber's head and raped her mouth with hard fast thrusts. Amber gagged several times.

When he was stiff and wet from her mouth, the PCR mounted Amber and entered her pussy. 

"NO MORE...Please...STOP..." cried Amber as her rapist entered her again.

"I have to, Amber. I love you. I want you to have my seed."

The PCR raped his Amber slowly, savoring her. He told her that he loved her with each stroke and when he came he reveled in the cry of anguish from Amber as she realized that his seed was now in her.

The PCR left Amber tied to the bed. He gently kissed her lips and told her how much he loved her before he left.

Later that evening, Detective Nunez sat at his computer up loading the pictures of Amber's rape. He felt his cock grow hard as each picture reminded him of his special night with her. 

He smiled at the thought of the file coming across his desk in the next few days and wondered what the real PCR would think of his work that night...



The New Playmate



1

When his father got engaged, it was a bit of a relief for Jonathan. Dad had been miserable for years after Jonathan’s mother had died three weeks before his thirteenth birthday. Now he seemed to be back to a vague semblance of his former self. Jonathan was glad - his Dad had been through a lot.

Jonathan had, of course, met Dad's fiancée a few times when she’d stayed at their house, but after a while, Dad asked him if he’d be all right if Emma moved in with them. There was concern on Dad’s face, but it was unnecessary – Jonathan was a quietly confident young man, who was simply happy for his father to have found someone.

But when his father came to pick him up from school, he did not expect to find what he did.

When he climbed up into the back of the four-by-four, there was a dazzlingly attractive slim redhead sitting inside, smiling at him. She was about his age, dressed in a disturbingly low-cut turquoise top and grey miniskirt. Her legs were covered in nylons.

"Hi Jonathan," said Dad.

"Jonathan," Emma smiled at him, "this is my daughter, Lucy."

"Hi," Lucy had an amazing smile. She gently shook his hand and he couldn't help but tremble.

Jonathan’s school was a school for boys, so he was completely unused to female company - especially such beautiful female company. But Lucy seemed to like him, and he found it easy to talk to her when he was at home. What he couldn’t help noticing, however, was that she seemed to like showing him glimpses of her body - showing off to him in the most outrageous ways.

If she wasn’t in her school uniform when he got home, she would be dressed in the shortest of mini-skirts, sometimes with sensual nylon stockings underneath and usually the very tightest, most revealing of tops - often leaving her midriff uncovered. Sometimes she wore nothing underneath her figure-hugging tops, letting her nipples really announce their presence and sometimes she would wear lacy bras that would show through a thin top to reveal the exotic swell of her young breasts. 

She didn’t keep from showing him her assets above her waistline, however. Every now and then, she’d drop things and pick them up in front of him, making sure her tiny skirt rode up to show the tops of her stockings, her milky, tender thighs and her soft feminine panties - perhaps a flash of pink one evening, perhaps blue, perhaps patterned another evening - making no comment whether or not she thought he could see. It burned inside him when he saw her, especially when he saw her intimate underwear and it was obvious she enjoyed such flirting. 

They’d go and sit in the lounge to watch cable until bedtime, eating their supper in front of the fire, chatting and relaxing. As she sat there, she’d flirt and smile, giving him magical smiles and sideways glances from her big round azure blue eyes. Like Jonathan, she was in her last year of school before college except that Lucy went to an all-girls school.

She’d cross her legs quite frequently, not worrying about the lack of coverage her skirt allowed her, to reveal her stocking-tops and a glimpse of underwear between her shapely thighs. Sometimes - maybe as they laughed at some triviality - she’d show even more, slipping off her shoes to pull up her knees and curl up on the armchair, allowing her skirt to all but vanish from view, her knickers very much on show. As long as Dad and Emma weren't looking, she flaunted herself in every imaginable way.

Jonathan tried not to make it obvious that he looked at her when she did such things - he was more than a little confused about his feelings, for one thing - but he did like to look. It was a real buzz inside, and he found his penis stiffening to the point that he had to alter his seating position to hide it. Sometimes, when she found herself in such a position that she might as well have been wearing no skirt at all, she would get less sure of herself, becoming a little embarrassed. She’d sit back as normal, conservatively covering herself until her confidence - and flirtatiousness - returned. 

Every now and then, they’d be watching television and he’d notice out of the corner of his eye that she was looking at him, not the film. This happened a lot. He’d look at her sometimes, and she'd turn away quickly, blushing slightly. When she looked at him like that, she’d shift position in her chair often, and usually ended up excusing herself to go to the bathroom.

During the first few weeks, he assumed her revealing clothes and display of bodily flesh was just a part of her bubbly personality - just something that was a part of Lucy’s identity and character - and her exhibitionism was an accident of carelessness brought on because she felt so relaxed with him. Jonathan didn’t complain - he enjoyed the glimpses of her very much, it was better than most of his friends at the strict boys’ school would see, whether they had men's magazines or not. The displays of Lucy progressively turned him on more and more day by day, and he felt very confused, since she was supposed to be a kind of sister for him - he certainly didn't think of her like a sister or look at her like a sister. 

Jonathan tended to spend a lot of time at school daydreaming, imagining, fantasizing about his new ‘sister’, and at home he was watching her almost constantly out of the corner of his eye. Before drifting off to sleep sometimes, he would be thinking of Lucy, trying to imagine what she would look like underneath those thin cotton panties, and he would quietly slip his stiff penis into a sock.

Then one morning, he woke to find something very unexpected in his bedroom.

The night before Lucy had been on form as ever, wearing a near belt-like black skirt and a thin pastel pink top that showed off her narrow waist and flat tummy. She had sat with him on the sofa, closer than ever before, so that he could smell her perfume all evening. 

He had wondered if Dad or Emma might see her being so close to him, but being newly engaged, the two of them were far too interested in each other to pay attention to the kids. Before going to bed, Jonathan had masturbated again to relieve the tension that he felt from being particularly turned on, and he had gone to sleep fairly quickly with all those wonderful endorphins in his system.

In the morning, he awoke to his father’s call, announcing that he had half an hour to get ready for school. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, mentally preparing for the tough day ahead. He tore off the duvet and reached for the dressing gown that was hung on the back of the chair that faced the bed opposite him. Not quite awake, he dropped the garment and it fell down the back onto the floor. He grunted in annoyance, and knelt down to retrieve it from under the chair. He pulled it out, but noticed that something else lay under there. 

Something white and blue. 

Puzzled, since he was a tidy boy and never left his clothes out, he reached forward for it, bringing back a handful of cloth - cotton, to be precise. What was it? 

He held them up, stretching them out in front of him, and gasped. They were a pair of panties. Blue and white checked high-cut girls’ panties. He sat there a few minutes, just looking at them. He knew instantly whose they were. They were too small for his mother, so there was only one person they could have belonged to - Lucy. He hadn’t really seen her underwear the previous evening - if anything, because she had been too close to him - so couldn’t say for certain, but there was no other rational explanation for their presence even in the house, let alone his bedroom. 

The panties were free of marks, but had obviously been worn. He put them to his nose briefly and smelt Lucy’s perfume emanating from the soft cotton. Definitely hers. His father’s next call snapped him out of his thoughts. He had ten minutes. Rapidly, he stuffed Lucy’s panties under his mattress and hurriedly put on his clothes. 

At school that day, Jonathan’s mind was sidetracked all day into thinking about the appearance of the underwear in his room. It was good that Lucy had been taken by her mother to school earlier, because he wasn't quite sure how he'd face her knowing he had her panties up in his room. 

During the day, his mind was definitely not on his schoolwork. He thought about what those panties looked like, what they would look like with Lucy in them, what they smelled like, and of course, what they were doing there in the first place. He recalled the shape of them, the outline of her crotch imprinted slightly in the stretch of material since they had been used. He recalled the smell of them, the mix of her sweet, flowery, highly feminine perfume and a slight hint of spice that spoke of arousal and the very intimate contact of the soft cotton against Lucy’s exquisite sex.

What were they doing in his room? Were they a new stage in her exhibitionism? Had she left them for him to find? Perhaps an experiment to attempt a seduction of him, to see how he’d react? But then they hadn’t been placed anywhere that he ought to have found them. They were far back under the chair, hidden from view. Not, then, a deliberate gift. For a similar reason, they could not have been accidentally dropped - they had been kicked under the chair. 

He had only had a quick glance of them and a quick smell, but he knew he wanted a closer look when he got home. And he’d put his nose to the very spot that had come into contact with her pussy.

Once he got home from school, his first port of call was his bedroom. He dumped his schoolbag unceremoniously in the corner of his room and pulled up the mattress to grab the pair of used underwear that lay beneath.

He unzipped his fly and released his hardened penis, which he clutched tightly in his right hand. He was trembling with excitement as he held the soft underwear up with his left hand, gently squeezing his erection with his other. He noticed a white lace trim to the panties, as well as a small navy blue bow at the point that would have come just below Lucy’s naval. Very feminine. 

He lay them out on the bed and knelt down in front of them, imagining that his soon-to-be-step-sister was wearing them as he clutched his balls with his spare hand, gently rolling them. As he did so, he put his nose down to the underwear, feeling the soft material, taking in the aroma of Lucy’s perfume and the spicy traces of the touch of her sex. He trailed his nose down to the point at which her pussy would have actually been in contact with the panties, and the tangy aroma strengthened. 

He slipped his penis into a sock and then turned the knickers inside out, leaning down to put his nose down to the cloth that had been up against her pubis, taking in her exhilarating mixture of perfume and juices. Slowly he made his way down to the narrow strip that had touched her labia and her vagina, wedged between her beautiful thighs for a whole day. The spiciness was very strong here. The cotton had acted by absorption to record the aroma of the previous night’s arousal. 

He glorified in her smell, the closest he’d ever come to a girl’s intimate areas. He gripped his penis tightly as he inhaled the musky scent and came powerfully, spurting semen into the sock and sitting back on his bed as the endorphins flooded through his system again.

Now, what did he do with her panties? If she realized she had left them in his room - as she surely would have by now - then she might come back and hope to find them again. If she knew he had found them she might get embarrassed and change her behaviour towards him. Perhaps she would hope to creep in tonight and retrieve them. If he put them back where he had found them when she returned, all would be well. Having cleaned up his softened penis, Jonathan set about replacing the panties where he had found them, then went down to watch television as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.

"Jonathan," his father told him, "you know Emma and I have an office Christmas party tomorrow night."

"Yes, Dad," he replied.

"Okay. It'll just be you and Lucy, then - you can look after her, can't you?"

"Yes Dad," though since Lucy was a couple of months older than Jonathan, and didn't seem to be the submissive type, it was a little patronizing to say he would have to look after her.

Emma brought Lucy home eventually, and Jonathan tried to look at her as though nothing had happened, as though he didn't know that for some reason her used panties had appeared in his room. Lucy sat down in the armchair opposite Jonathan and dumped her schoolbag beside her on the floor.

"Hi Jonny," she smiled wickedly, “what have you been up to all day?”

"Oh nothing much," he said innocently. He could have been in the school play.

2

The evening went surprisingly normally - Lucy made conversation with him as usual, but he did notice a slight anxiousness within her bearing and her words. Was she worried that he had found her lost panties?

His Dad and Emma went off to spend some quality time, leaving him alone with Lucy. Jonathan’s heartbeat raced, but he forced himself to keep calm and to act as normal. For the first half-hour or so, Lucy behaved in a distinctly reserved fashion, talking to him as normal as possible, but just not smiling quite as much as usual, with no flirting glances or flashes of underwear. She was dressed in a dark blue necktie, a white cotton blouse tucked into a soft blue plaid skirt that dropped to just above her knees and a pair of white socks that came up to just below them. After a little while, she excused herself to go and change our of her uniform, but Jonathan knew exactly where she was headed - for his bedroom, where she would find her underwear precisely as she had left them.

When she came back down she seemed to be a different person. Her uncertainty was gone and that sexy confidence was back. She had obviously found them and assumed nobody had spotted them. Such was her relief that she hadn’t bothered to change out of her school uniform – making it obvious what she’d done instead.

All went as normal until much later that night, when instead of going to sleep, Jonathan forced himself to keep awake. Jonathan was trembling with excitement as he sheltered under the sheets, for he was going to find out what Lucy got up to on her own. 

When it was past one o'clock, he got impatient - wanting a peek at what his step sibling was doing. He crept out of his room, onto the landing. At the other end of the house, it sounded like Dad and Emma were getting pretty amorous, so he was safe from that direction. Lucy's room was close to the bathroom, so if anyone saw him, he would just head that way and they would assume he was going there anyway.

With his heart beating frighteningly loudly, Jonathan peered into the gap where Lucy's door was not quite closed properly.

Lucy obviously couldn't sleep: her light was on in her bedroom. She lay on her bed and he could see her perfectly, lying down on her back. She had propped her head up on a couple of pillows, her ginger locks swirling around her pretty face. He could see that she was really relaxing, luxuriating in the privacy. Her skirt was riding high: she could have been wearing no skirt at all, but it was all bunched around her waist. 

Jonathan watched as her hands rested in her crotch, gently stroking herself through her panties. She was wearing white underwear tonight, with printed strawberries patterning the material. Was this how girls masturbated? He watched, transfixed as she carried on, her breathing heavy, her chest rising and falling with every breath. He felt his penis rock hard in his pyjama bottoms, and fought the urge to touch himself. He had plans to use his erection later.

This must have been what had happened before she had left her panties in his room the last time. He could remember the smell of her arousal on the soft material from where she must have caressed herself like this, and now he wanted to rub his nose up against her panties right now, to perhaps taste her as well. 

He felt that familiar twinge in his stomach, knowing that with her mother marrying his father, this was all wrong. But she was so exquisitely beautiful, and he was sure she was almost as attracted to him.

At this angle, he couldn’t really see anything he hadn’t seen of her before, although obviously he had never seen her touch herself in that way before. Briefly at times he was able to catch sight of what must have been cherry curls between her legs when she pushed her knickers aside with her hand, which made his penis twitch in his pyjama bottoms and his stomach flutter with adrenaline. 

She sat up, then, and looked at her watch. It had been a fair while since he was supposed to have gone to sleep – and normally he was fast in falling asleep. A pulse of adrenaline raced through Jonathan’s system – she was going to go to his room again…

Quickly and quietly, he headed back into his room. He paused at his door, looking down the stairs. After a short wait, there she was, tip-toeing along the landing. Jonathan silently slipped under his covers like a thief in the night.

Lying on his front, he did his best to look asleep but slightly restless: his sheets slightly pushed down his back. Underneath the covers, he pulled his pyjama bottoms down to his thighs, as if they had fallen there through nocturnal restlessness. He was planning on giving her a show she wouldn’t forget tonight. He kept his eyes open a crack, allowing him to see but seemingly asleep to outside eyes. 

She crept into his room, quietly, checking to see if he was asleep. She stood next to his bed, only a few inches from his head. He could smell her perfume, exquisitely feminine, and could see her legs and her tartan skirt that dropped to just above her knees. How many times had she done this already while he was asleep? He was slightly regretting what he’d missed. 

His heart was beating so heavily and rapidly, he wondered if maybe she’d hear it. He tried hard just to act calm and asleep as she put her hands up under her skirt and with the sound of friction between cotton and skin, pulled her knickers down, allowing them to drop to her ankles. He saw them lying there and desperately wanted to pick them up and bury his nose in them. She had already taken her shoes off and left them in her room, so it was easy for her in those shin-high white socks to step out of the panties without complication. Then she sat down on the chair, only a foot or two from Jonathan’s head. 

He watched her for a second or two, as she paused just to make sure she was safe. The light from the landing coming through his open door was enough to see quite a lot. Her knees were together, her thighs covered by the navy blue tartan pleated skirt. He looked up the skirt but could not see anything in the shadow between her legs. 

She sat there a while, looking slightly nervous, ultra careful that he wasn’t awake. He made his breathing seem extra heavy to try and set her at ease. Eventually, she was confident that he was fast asleep. He watched her through his eyelashes, and made it look as though his eyes were closed, when really he could see almost as well as if they were fully open.

Her hands ventured underneath her pleated skirt, and he saw her looking at him, desire clearly in her expression. He felt his cock at full attention underneath the sheets, and hoped that she wouldn't notice it. Slowly, she moved her fingers between her legs. He could imagine that she was now touching herself - he had the guidance of her earlier display to fill in the gaps. He could see her arms oscillating gently as she satiated her desire.

He was slightly annoyed that she managed to keep her skirt hiding the real action - he had never seen a girl's privates, and sometimes when his friends at school talked about them, he felt stupid. He was pretty sure none of them had had a girl masturbating over them as they slept, though, especially not a girl as stunning as Lucy. 




The New Playmate



If he couldn't see her sex, by now he could definitely smell it. She was obviously very turned on, because he smelled the same scent in the air that had been soaked into her panties the other night. His friends had said girls’ vaginas got wet when they were excited, and that must have been what it was. It was a strangely pungent odour, mixing with her feminine fragrance to really drive him wild. His cock sprang, asking for attention. And she noticed the movement under his sheets. 

Dammit. She had stopped, and had withdrawn her hands from under her skirt, ready to dash for freedom. How was he going to make her believe he was actually asleep? How was he going to keep her from running off and never coming to masturbate over him again? If he didn't do something, she would feel so embarrassed that she probably wouldn't ever speak to him again, let alone pay him the kind of attention he so craved. 

It was a dream that was going to come to Jonathan's aid. 

He began to move his body slowly, wriggling while his face frowned, his eyes screwing up as though he were dreaming something. The kind of action you wouldn't do if you were awake or reacting to a stranger in your bedroom. She paused on the edge of the street, and seemed to be buying it.

He moaned quietly and shook his head a little, acting a little drunkenly, how he imagined a dreaming person would behave. He actually moved a little too much in the bed, for the sheet covering his crotch slumped down to the floor, leaving him coldly vulnerable. 

Shock and panic nearly took over him, but then he forced himself to relax. She had probably noticed his hard-on already - it wouldn't take a genius with those thin sheets. But now she saw it completely. He heard her catch her breath as she spotted it. Actually he quite liked showing his cock to her. It was strangely exhilarating. 

And then it came to him - something to explain his rigid stiffness and also, possibly, stir something in his relationship with Lucy. He felt like a genius - it was such a good idea. 

He moaned again quietly, and seeing that she was now lulled into believing he was having some kind of a dream - wet or not – he began to perform as though he was having a wet dream. He moaned again a few times, still quietly - he did not want her to be afraid his noise would attract attention - and then began moving again in his sleep as though he was imagining being with a lover. His hands ventured over his skin, and when his fingers sought out his genitals, he heard her gasp quietly.

The smell of her arousal was very, very strong in the air, now - and not just because her pussy was only a couple of feet from his face. She was really enjoying the show. But now for the piece de resistance.

"Lucy..." he moaned quietly. At first, she didn't realize he had actually called her name - she seemed to blink like she was not really believing what she had heard. 

"Lucy..." he moaned her name as though he were really thinking about her as he caressed his rock hard penis.

"Oh Lucy..."

He was so very turned on by her being there, with her scent almost overpowering, that he found the rush tearing through his body. Much as he regretted it, he was forced to unload onto his stomach - he couldn't reach for a sock while Lucy was there. His hot cream spurted onto his chest, a little reaching his chin. 

He rested back and was breathing deeply, exhausted. He saw her get up, perhaps wondering if such a nocturnal incident might make him wake up and find her there. But before she went, he felt a few of her soft fingers brush briefly against his chest, dipping in a pool of his emission. Then he heard her lips smacking around them as she tasted him.

Then, she was gone.

3

The next day, Jonathan was really excited because he knew that Emma's oh so cute daughter Lucy had the real hots for him, and that a secret passion was a distinct possibility. Lucy was also excited, and Jonathan was almost certain this was because of what had happened the previous night. When she had sneaked in to watch him while he slept, she had got a real eyeful. 

That evening, Lucy was flirting with him even more outrageously than ever. She seemed to find every excuse possible to be close to him and to touch him - massaging his shoulders whenever he was sitting down and she walked in behind him, tickling him until he was forced to wrestle with her just to get her to stop and that kind of thing. 

Dad and Emma were far too interested in themselves to worry about the kids - as far as they were concerned, so long as Jonathan and Lucy weren't fighting, everything was fine. And Jonathan played along - he liked her touching him, anyway. Some of the things she was doing were quite unsubtle - when they wrestled, she made sure to press her chest against his face or rub a hand across his crotch - but he said nothing about it.

At eight o'clock, after Lucy and Jonathan finished their supper, Dad and Emma came into the lounge, all dressed up and ready to go.

"Right," said Dad, "we're off. Jonathan, take care of Lucy. If there's anything she needs, you know where it is better than she does."

"Yes, Dad."

"Lucy, mind you behave yourself," Emma added.

"Yes, Mom," she replied like an angel. 

"And make sure you two go to bed at a reasonable hour - you know we have to go to church early tomorrow."

"Okay." 

And then they were away, laughing and chuckling as they headed out of the house, closing the door behind them. Jonathan was suddenly in the house completely alone with Lucy. His heart started beating like a military drum. He looked over at Lucy. She was draped across an armchair, and since Dad and Emma had left the building, her skirt had somehow ridden up to reveal a little glimpse of lilac silk panties.

She looked into his eyes and smiled, "you heard what your Dad said," she flirted, "you have to take care of me. If there's anything I need, you know where it is better than I do."

He returned the smile, and for the first time felt really flirtatious himself. "You heard what your mother said," he countered in the same provocative tone, "we have to be in bed at a reasonable hour."

"MMmmm..." she moaned seductively, "promises promises!"

But flirting was one thing. Making a move was obviously very different. They still had that huge stigma between them that their parents were going to marry each other. The moment passed - they were forced by their instincts to turn their attention away from each other. They watched television in silence for a while, but Jonathan felt his heart continually powering away within him. 

"Jonny," she said, breaking their silence after what seemed an age.

"Yes?" he replied.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

She'd never asked him anything like that before. Was she trying it on with him?

"No," he answered, "I don't. My school's boys only. What about you? Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Kind of," she said, cryptically.

"Why kind of?"

"Well..." she said, "there's this guy...and I think he's really fantastic, and I think he likes me...and we get on well..." She nervously bit one of her nails. "...I'm just worried..." she trailed off uncertainly.

"What are you worried about?"

"Well...you see I've never really been with a guy before, and I'm worried that I might put him off because I don't know what to do."

This surprised Jonathan a little - he had thought since Lucy was a confident girl, that she had probably had lots of boyfriends. She was certainly pretty enough to have had whoever she wanted.

"Well..." he was unsure of where she was going with this. "I don't really know myself..."

"Do you wanna try it out?" She had the most mischievous expression on her sweet face.

Jonathan was dumbstruck. "T-t-try what out?" he stammered.

"Well," she said, getting to her feet, "if we're going to be ‘brother’ and ‘sister’, we might as well take advantage of it." 

She moved toward him and sat down next to him on the couch - right next to him rather than the other side. He could smell her perfume - extra strong, he thought, tonight. She turned to face him, and her soft breasts rested delicately against his arm. He could feel the heat of them through the thin fluffy material of her blouse. Her face was just a few inches from his, her big brown eyes locked on his. His penis stirred within his pants, and he hoped it wasn't too obvious.

"W-w-what do you mean?" he asked innocently.

"We can practice," she said. "Isn't that what brothers and sisters are supposed to do?"

"I don't know," he said, "I've always been an only child."

"Hmm, same here. But if they don't then they should - they're wasting their luck. We can practice, and we'll be so good that when we get our own boyfriend and girlfriend, they'll be in awe of our techniques." She grinned at her worthy suggestion.

"B-b-but..." said Jonathan.

"Relax," she leaned in closer, so her full red lips were almost touching his cheek. "No one will find out - why should they?"

"Suppose so," he said in almost a whisper.

She looked at him for a while, and he looked back, glorying in those beautiful ellipses that stared into his soul. Then her eyes flicked briefly down to glance at his lips, before diving onto him, the heat and touch exploding as their mouths united. Her kiss was ferocious at first, needing, wanting, her lips exploring his, her tongue dancing with his. After a while, they were forced to part - if only to catch a breath.

"Wow," she sighed, her beaming face alive from the electrified thrill of kissing him. She stared into his eyes again, her shapely lips curving upwards in the sweetest smile. Then she held the back of his head in her hands and pulled him back towards her, kissing him again with the fevered passion of a zealot. 

"How was that," Jonathan asked when once again they managed to break off.

"That was amazing," she breathed, "you sure you haven't done this before?"

"Positive," he said. "Is this really what brothers and sisters do?"

She shrugged, "Don't know. But if they don't, they're seriously missing out."

She swung a leg around him and climbed onto his lap, her feet coming together behind his back, her crotch tight against his rock hard cock - which she now had to have felt. She ran her fingers through his hair and kissed him again. This time, he got much more into it, bringing his hands up to support the back of her head. 

"This is good practice," Lucy said as they broke off again.

"Sure is," Jonathan felt better than he ever had before.

"I think you should practice touching me now," she grinned, and took his hands in hers and pulled them under her tight turquoise T-shirt. The first touch of his fingers on her stomach was electric, the heat was sensational. She made encouraging moans as he slowly moved his hands upwards, over her velvety skin to reach the gentle mounds of her breasts, which were covered by a stiff cotton bra that gave her cleavage heart-stopping lift.

She closed her eyes as he gently squeezed her soft breasts, really getting a feel for them, this being his first ever touch of a female chest. He swept tentative fingers under the bra from above, brushing the backs of his digits against her stiff nipples, noticing how she reacted to the contact. She reached behind herself and pooped the catch, allowing the bra to drop and free her supple mounds completely to his touch.

Then she kissed him again as he held her breasts in his palms and gently pinched her erect nipples between his thumbs and fingers. He sensed what she enjoyed most through the moans she made and the rising urgency in her kiss.

"Mmmm," she sighed, "you're really good at that."

"Thank you," he replied with a grin.

“Try using your tongue,” she whispered with a wicked smile.

She moaned and leaned back against the couch as he swirled his tongue over her breasts, taking her hardened buds into his hot mouth.

They practiced for a quite a while longer, and as he massaged her cleavage, she started to press her crotch against his hard penis through his pants and her panties.

"I think we should go upstairs," she whispered into his ear. "You never know when the parents will get back."

Trembling from the flood of feelings he was experiencing, he nodded and followed her lead, getting up off the couch - allowing his blood to circulate to his feet, which were suffering a little from pins and needles, then went upstairs. He glanced at his watch as he followed his new playmate up the stairs, marvelling at how time had passed. They had been 'practicing' for hours - it really was getting late.

"Come on," she beckoned, "my bed's bigger - we'll go in my room."

4

Inside her bedroom, she pulled his face towards hers, and tackled Jonathan’s mouth with hers, assaulting him with her eager tongue. His senses were overcome - by her sweet perfume, by her velvet skin and her sugary taste. She was incredible, and his manhood stood like solid silver in his trousers.

As they kissed, Jonathan ran his fingers through her silky red hair, holding her delicate head in his hands, before moving them to her shoulders and down to her exquisite breasts. He felt her nipples, and her breathing deepened as he pinched and rubbed them between thumbs and forefingers.

“Oh Jonny, that’s so wonderful…” she sighed and began to fumble with his belt, and since she was trying to get rid of his trousers, he kicked off his shoes to help her. 

When his trousers fell to the ground, Lucy sighed with pure delight, looking deep into his eyes as her young fingers explored his tight briefs and the beast that lay within. His hands grasped her gloriously smooth breasts and teased her cute nipples and at the same time her hands ventured under the thin material of his underwear to explore his groin, cupping his balls and gripping his erection.

"We’ll have to be quiet when they come back," he said, his breathing seriously heavy at this most amazing moment of his life so far.

"Only when they come back," she replied with an impish grin, "but even then, they’ll be drunk as newts – they won’t notice a thing. Besides, they won’t be back for ages."

“I suppose so."

"So we can make as much noise as we want."

She leaped back onto the bed as if it were a trampoline. Her legs fell open and she started stroking her panty-covered mound, her expression both enticing and challenging him. Throbbing with lust, he removed his socks and shirt, keeping those faded blue briefs holding in his excitement, even though there was a dark spot of moisture that had leaked out from his arousal.

Her expression turned to all-out desire at the sight of him in the scantiest of apparel, and her caressing of her mound quickened. Much as the image of such a beautiful young girl playing with herself was thrilling, the desire to move under those lilac silky panties gripped him mercilessly. 

He almost fell onto the bed before her, and began to kiss her coltish legs from the tops of her white socks over her knees to her creamy thighs. As he moved up her legs, she playfully concealed her panties with her skirt. But Jonathan was moving onwards, upwards and underneath the plaid article, driven onwards.

As he kissed his way up her upper thighs, the odour of female excitement mixed with her sweet perfume in a powerful cocktail of desire. And at last, he came to her panties, lilac, soft and moist with her juices. Slowly, sensuously, he stroked her silk-covered mound with his mouth, inhaling her fragrance, exploring the underlying contours of her most private area with his sensitive lips, tasting her sharp wetness through the thin material. Lucy moaned again, deep and long as she felt his tongue through her panties.

“That feels so incredible,” she said breathlessly, and placed her hands gently on his head.

He ran his tongue underneath the edge of her underwear, from her hip down over the edge of her mound to within a quarter inch of her clitoris, and up the other side. He touched on the edge of pubic hair, but not very much. 

While he teased her through her panties, nuzzling into the moist material that was soaked with her arousal, Lucy began to fondle her stiff nipples.

He continued to tease her, occasionally pushing aside her panties to move closer to her vagina, occasionally flicking what to his best guess would be the position of her clitoris. She groaned each and every time he did this, and he smiled realising that the little hardened button he could feel was much like one of his friends at school had described. 

After some minutes of his clit teasing, she had finally had enough. She lifted her hips and hooked her thumbs into the elastic of her knickers, forcing them down her thighs. He helped her pull the underwear down her gorgeous legs. And there she lay before me, covered by only her skirt and white cotton socks. A sprinkling of cherry down lay upon her mound, and her pouting labia opened before his wide eyes, waiting for him to take a closer look.

She looked at him with flames in her eyes, and he smiled at her before burying his face into her dripping snatch. He devoured her like a hungry animal, ferociously licking her soft vagina, tantalizing her clitoris with the tip of his tongue. Her breathing deepened, her moaning grew louder and louder. 

“Oh Jonny,” she gripped his head with her hands, driving him onto her with increased force. She was all around him: her heat and softness, her writhing cries, her musky scent, her salty taste, her pink pussy like a flower in a pale bed.

Her juice was flowing freely and with his first ever taste of it, he found he couldn’t get enough. Her cries built up and up, rising in volume and pitch, her hands urging him ever onwards, drawing him into her sweet pussy. He alternated between driving his tongue between the folds of her flesh and dancing around her hard little button. 

It wasn't long before she hit the ceiling, her thighs closed gently around his ears and her hands pressing him into to an enclosure that was saturated with her sex. Her screams reached breaking point and her body almost went into a spasm, so great was her reaction to the wave of pleasure that surged through her slender form.

He lay down on his back next to her on the bed. Slowly, her breathing was getting back to normal. She turned to look at him. "That was incredible!" she said, the wonderment evident on her beaming face. “You’ve done that before!" 

“Only in my imagination,” he assured her.

She laughed, then virtually bounced off the bed and onto her feet. Jonathan just lay there, a little tired after such a ferocious ravishing of her juices, but full of desire, a semi-hard beast slumbering between his thighs.

“Now it’s my turn,” she said, and in front of him, she removed her socks and unbuttoned her skirt, allowing the item to fall to the ground beneath her. She stood there, posing for him, entirely nude. A beautiful naked girl in her last year at a girls’ school, without a stitch on. Her breasts, firm and succulent, her nipples prominent, her pubic mound with its scanty mottling of ruby hairs, her legs slim and long.

His erection sprang to full attention under those briefs, which had dark spots where his pre-cum had seeped from the top of his erection. She saw this, and it urged her on to dance in front of him, seductively touching herself, turning to display her cute behind, bending over to show her wet pussy. Jonathan was on fire.

“I’m coming to get you,” she said, and slowly, with feline grace, she crawled up the bed towards him. Her breasts hung down underneath, her nipples straight out, her peachy buttocks lilted upwards, her eyes revealed a voracious appetite. She crawled up his body, rubbing her smooth, smooth skin against him, before kissing him briefly on the mouth. 

She sat up, grinned cheekily, and turned around, straddling him so that she was facing away from his face, giving him a superlative view of her back and her cute butt. Unseen by him, she was now checking out his equipment. Even before she touched him, he felt her gaze on his organ. He felt the blood pumping through the veins along his erection, making him harder than ever. 




The New Playmate



“Mmm,” she said, “I love your cock, Jonny. So big and hard…” And then he felt her delicate fingers land on him, tracing the outline of his penis through the thin cotton underwear, circling his balls gently as a butterfly, exploring his size and shape through the flimsy briefs. She made very appreciative noises as she went about satisfying her curiosity. 

After a moment or two of her coaxing and massaging him through his briefs, she shifted her butt back almost to his jaw, and lowered her head towards his loins. This action raised her butt so that her pussy was spread open to his gaze again. Jonathan watched her juice dripping from her glistening pink folds and then felt a sudden heat at the tip of his cock. 

She was gently sucking the tip of his erection through the material of his underwear, and this first real contact with his penis was heavenly. He felt her hands grip the base of his erection, and her mouth close tightly over the helmet.

After a few minutes, Jonathan felt her pull his briefs down his thighs, allowing his rock-hard manhood to spring free. She nearly squealed with delight, running her hands over his shaft before taking the purple bell into her hot mouth, swirling her tongue gloriously over its surface, sucking and squeezing it like a lollipop.

He pulled her thighs gently towards his face, and he felt her catch on to what he was doing, sinking her back end so that she virtually sat on his mouth, driving her oozing vagina onto his eager lips. While she bobbed up and down on his cock, cramming it into her mouth, Jonathan practised his techniques on her smouldering pussy, seeing what kind of movement and contact he could get with his mouth French-kissing her most private regions.

Then she was down at his thighs, her hands on his engorged member. She seemed to be using him as a sex toy. She held his penis, and rubbed it over her velvet skin, over her stomach, her thighs - leaving a trail of pre-cum on her skin. She rubbed it over her mound, through her cherry curls - which was a little much for his sensitive helmet - before stroking it around her vulva - against her clitoris and against her outer labia.

"Can you pass me my purse?" she asked, more than a little desire in her voice. He looked to where she was pointing, at the small pinewood table next to her bed. "Here you are," he said, passing her the little leather purse.

"I got this the day after I first saw you," she said, pulling a box of extra-sensitive condoms out of her purse, “I had a feeling I might need them one day soon.”

Squeezing his hard cock between her thighs, she opened the box and took out a condom. 

“We’re gonna need a lot of these,” he said as she sheathed his erection in latex.

“I’m gonna go on the pill,” she said, “in a couple of weeks we won’t need them.

"Mmm, I can’t wait," Jonathan smiled as she sank slowly onto his cock, the most incredibly tightness of unparalleled warmth enveloping his penis. 

She moaned softly as she started to gyrate her hips. Her hands gripped his pectoral muscles as she got an intense rhythm going. He really had to hold back to keep from just exploding there and then.

“You’ve done this before,” he said as she pressed herself down on his penis, taking him as deep inside her as was physically possible.

“Please,” she giggled, “I’m in my last year of high school – of course I’ve done it before.”

“Mmm,” he said, “so it’s not like you needed to practise with me.”

“Not needed, no,” she grinned cheekily, “but I wanted to, and I’m glad I did. Jonny, I haven’t done this with many people, you know, but you’re easily the best I’ve ever known.”

“Thank you.”

“And you’ll soon be the first to ever put your naked cock inside me.”

“Oh Lucy, I really can’t wait – you’re so tight. I love how you feel.”

She had the energy of an athlete, almost bouncing up and down on his cock, caressing her nipples as she did so. Periodically, she would lean forward and kiss his mouth. Then, still with his cock deep within her, she swivelled round, the feeling was intense. She ended up facing away from his face, towards his feet. But then she lay back, flat against his chest.

As the two of them resumed their rhythm, Jonny squeezed her breasts, massaging them and pinching her nipples. She reacted to his touch, her moaning getting louder and louder. She grabbed one of his hands and pulled it down between her legs, where he felt his cock sliding in and out of her hot, dripping pussy. She pressed his hand to her clit, urging him to touch her swollen button as he drove his hard cock into her wetness.

Her moaning grew incredibly loud, and Jonny found himself moving with her, moaning in his own quiet way as the intense sensations built between them. Lucy rocked her hips against him, grinding down so that the top of his cock pressed against her cervix and rubbed up against her sensitive g-spot. She pressed her hands on top of his, pushing him against her clitoris, and as their rhythm built up to a hair-raising pace, her moans became desperate little yelps as she got to the crest of the wave.

“Oh God, Jonny, fuck me!” she screamed, “fuck me fuck me fuck me!”

Her entire body shuddered as she came, and he felt a sudden rush of her juice pouring down onto his balls, and her climaxing pussy gripped his cock as his hot semen flooded out into the latex sheath.

Jonathan was in heaven. It was the most amazingly powerful orgasm, and he had to bite his lip to avoid making a sound. 

As Emma collapsed back against him, completely spent, the two of them heard the front door slam. Dan and Emma were back. “We’re going to have to be careful,” said Jonny.

“It’s nearly the school vacation,” Lucy stroked his cheek, “then our parents will be at work and we’ll have all day every day to be home alone.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” she said, “then you can fuck me all over the house.”

5

The next two weeks seemed to fly by, but a change came over Dad and Emma that made it difficult for Jonny and Lucy to take advantage of their living under the same roof. Their parents were suddenly more attentive to them, spending more time with them instead of going off with each other. 

Jonny hoped that Dad and Emma weren’t having rows or arguments, because if they broke up, Lucy would be forced to leave. 

So for two weeks, Jonny and Lucy had to make up excuses to leave their parents company and head upstairs. 

“We’re going up to use the internet,” Lucy would say, knowing that the only internet connected computer was in her bedroom, and that their parents were so computer illiterate that they wouldn’t be interested in exactly what she and Jonny would be doing while online. 

But the two knew that they couldn’t go very far because every now and then, Dad or Emma would pop their heads around the door to check if they were all right. Very irritating, but Lucy and Jonny knew that when the vacation finally came, that they would have all day every day to themselves.

But though forced to be subtle, they could still get away with a little one on one contact. The top two steps on the staircase outside were creaky, and every time Dad or Emma came up to see if they wanted anything, they had a valuable fifteen second warning. So as long as they kept their clothes on and didn’t get too carried away, they could still play around.

Jonny would stand behind Lucy as she surfed the web, then crouch and gently rest his chin on her shoulder, touching his cheek against hers. A smile would grow across her face as he kissed her cheek softly and she felt his arms encircle her, sweeping over her t-shirt to hold her breasts in his hands. She would moan as he nibbled her ear lobe and caressed the swell of her chest through her white school blouse. He would feel her hard nipples pushing against the polyester, as she took off her bra when she got home since she liked Jonny to have easy access to touch her nipples and pinch them with his fingers.

Then his hands would drop and pop a few buttons of her blouse, and she would turn her head so she could kiss his lips. As they kissed, their lips exploring each other’s mouths, his hands would reach inside her blouse and seek out the cute curves of her breasts, and he would hear her breathing deepen as he massaged her silky soft skin and rolled her hardened buds between his fingers and thumbs, squeezing irresistibly. 

She’d reach back to grab his head as they kissed passionately, their tongues dancing together in a fit of need and desire. He’d breathe in her sweet scent and stare into her gorgeous eyes and his hands would drop down, tracing over her beautifully smooth stomach to celebrate her wonderful shape, moving over the rough plaid skirt over her thighs and hips before moving back up between her legs where he could feel the heat and wetness of her arousal through her cotton panties. 

He’d stroke her crotch through her soaking underwear and she’d moan while they kissed. He’d gear his caresses to her reactions and place sensual kisses down her neck as he moved to get a better position for his fingers to seek out her hot pussy through the saturated cotton, and his arms would press against her breasts, allowing him to move in contact with her breasts even while both his hands discovered the delights of her wetness.

Soon his fingers would slip under her panties and she would flinch from the first touch on her tender labia. She’d rock her head back as the tip of one of his fingers delved into her vagina, making little circular movements to slowly coat itself in her juice. Eventually, his finger would be inside her as far as it would go, and he’d gently move it round and round, gently in and out, looking for that all important spot she liked best. 

Meanwhile, he’d use his other hand to seek out her clitoris, first coating his fingers in her emissions to ensure the best possible sensations when he find her little button. She’d flinch again slightly as his other fingers reached their destination and he would begin to flick the pad of his finger against it. Her breathing would be very heavy then, while his rhythm accelerated gradually and soon his fingers would be almost dancing inside her dripping pussy as others trembled around her clit to drive her into a near-frenzy.

After a while, she would be begging for more, but in little more than an out-of-breath whisper because of the wonderful sensations rippling through her body. He’d quickly move around in front of her, kneeling on the floor under her desk, so that his arms rested on her thighs and could push up her skirt so his head could drop down between her legs.

He’d touch his lips to her sopping panties and breathe in the wonderful scent of her arousal mixed with her perfume. She would be desperate for him to take her further, and her hands would move to hold his head, her fingers running through his hair, pressing gently down, urging him onwards as she felt his hot mouth against her tender pussy. 

He’d nuzzle into her heat and push aside the material of her panties, glorying in the sight of her beautiful pussy with its delicate patch of ginger down and glistening pink petals waiting for him to clean the seeping juices with his mouth and tongue…

And then they’d hear the creak of the top steps and be forced to reposition themselves and act as though they were just innocently using some chat room or other when Dad or Emma poked their heads round the door.

For those two weeks, their caution meant that orgasms came by using just fingers and mouths – they felt that the trouble of putting a condom on Jonny was too much to risk when they could be interrupted at any time.

6

Then suddenly, with a real thrill, it was the Christmas vacation. That first morning, Jonny woke up late, after his parents had already gone to work, when Lucy came into his room and got under his duvet with him.

“You know,” she said, “we don’t need condoms any more.”

He felt her hands crawl down his chest until they found his rigid penis. “Mmm…” he said as she squeezed his shaft and moved his foreskin down and then upwards, teasing him in the best way she knew.

He reached down and stroked her nipples a little, still drowsy from his night’s sleep. 

“Come on,” she said, climbing onto him, “it’s time.”

She and sank down onto his cock, that familiar tightness, but without a condom, so incredibly intense. He gasped as the sudden heat engulfed his erection. She rolled her deep brown eyes as she felt every corner of her orifice filled by him, the sensations so heightened by the absence of a barrier between them. He kissed her soft neck as she began to ride him, breathing in the strong fragrance she wore. He supported her breasts with his palms, her nipples in between his knuckles, where a slight movement of those hands pinched and squeezed those firm little nipples between his fingers.

His kisses moved slowly down to her chest, and he took first one, and then the other nipple in his mouth, teasing them with flicks of his tongue. His hands went to her firm behind, gripping her with real strength as their rhythm accelerated, the muscles in her thighs working to lift herself up his hardness and then plunge down on it, grinding her clitoris against skin.

He kissed her mouth and her tongue sought out his, dancing together passionately. He held her in his strong arms, and suddenly stood up, forcing her to wrap her legs around him to keep her balance. He carried her over to the couch and carefully laid her down, burying his face between her breasts as he thrust his cock within her, stirring it against her g-spot for full effect. 

“Oh yes,” she moaned as he took her right nipple into his mouth again and began to apply real force, “that’s good…that’s so good…”

As he drove his penis into her time and time again, he would pull it out as far as possible before thrusting back inside her to the hilt, squeezing in as deep as possible.

“Oh fuck me,” she cried, “fuck me, Jonny, fuck me, fuck me!”

He upped his pace again, going quickly and firmly, but being careful not to hurt her. Her moans soon turned to near shouts, and as he took her over the edge, he timed his own peak to fire off his load inside her.

“This is going to be an amazing vacation,” she said as they lay sweaty and satisfied, spooning on the bed to regain their breaths and their strength. 

“We still going through with your fucking all over the house plan?” he asked her.

“Of course,” she said, “but…uh…I’ve got a few girl friends coming over later – I hope you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind. What’re you girls going to do?”

“We’re going to do you, hopefully,” she giggled at his shocked expression. “I told a few people how incredible you are, I hope you don’t mind.”

“So they’re coming over?”

“They wanna see for themselves,” she said. “Who was I to say no?”

To Be Continued...



The New Playmate's Classmate



Author's Note: This is the third part of the 'New Playmate' series, following:

Part One

Part Two

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1

"Jonny," she said softly, "I want you to do something for me."

"Anything," he said, "I'd do anything for you, Frannie."

She said, "I want it to be you, Jonny, you are so amazing and...and I've never felt this way about anyone before...Jonny...will you take my virginity?"

An adrenaline explosion detonated inside Jonathan's chest. Lying there in the semi-darkness with the most beautiful girl he'd ever met snuggling up to his naked body, they were about to start something that would form a bond between them stronger than anything he'd felt before. His body trembled a little in anticipation. 

"Jonny?" she broke his contemplative silence.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yes," she whispered. "Jonny...please don't freak out...but I think I've fallen in love with you. I...I ..."

Suddenly her voice was filled with worry: perhaps she shouldn't have said that – after all, she'd only met him the day before. And that was as part of a group of four girls who had been fooling around with him sexually all day – what if he wasn't the type to go for just one girl at a time? What if he thought she was a freak for declaring her love for him after having known him only a few hours? Before the group session the previous day, he'd been having liaisons with the daughter of his father's new fiancée – what if he loved her instead? Had she spoiled things with her inexperienced outburst?

But he didn't freak out, he didn't break away from her and tell her to leave. Quietly, he leaned into her and kissed her mouth, and the passion erupted between them. On that small single bed in his bedroom, with the bedside clock radio indicating an inhuman hour, the warm bloom of love opened up between them.

"You're not...angry?" she asked as they at last broke up, completely breathless from the long embrace.

"Why would I be?" he smiled, "the girl I love has fallen for me."

For a moment, she misunderstood him, and the cold hand of hurt enclosed around her heart. But then she realised what he meant, and that brutal chill turned to burning fire within her.

"Oh, Jonny..." she kissed him. "You're so sweet...can we do it, then? Will you make love to me?"

"All in good time," he said, "we have hours until my Dad wakes up."

Lying on their sides, they kissed again, and while one of Jonathan's hands drifted over Francesca's petite curves, he felt one of her delicate little hands sweep over his burning skin, down between his legs to fondle his rigid penis. 

"Do you always sleep naked?" she asked, the grin on her face as exquisite as any of Michelangelo's creations. 

"Most of the time," he replied, sharing her smile.

"Mmm..." she began stroking his hardness, "I'm going to have to sleep with you more often, then."

"I can't wait," he beamed, and kissed her again, leaving his eyes open to savour her pretty face in its frame of golden hair. He rolled her slightly so that she lay on her back, and his free hand wandered over to her small but well-formed breasts covered by her white cotton nightshirt. 

Gently, he took her bottom lip into his mouth as his fingers found her nipples hardening through the thin fabric of the nightshirt. She moaned as he began to pinch her stiffening buds, and her own pleasure led her to grip his shaft tightly within her fingers. 

Jonathan couldn't help letting out a low moan as she began to squeeze his shaft, and this obvious sign of pleasure filled Francesca with happiness. She was making him feel wonderful, and that was proof. His hands drifted down her body, and onto her thighs, parting her legs to gain access to her treasure trove. She let out a bliss-filled sigh as his gentle fingers swept up underneath her thin cotton nightshirt and brushed over her warm, smooth mound and then skirted around her moistened slit, teasing her slightly with their proximity to her aching need. 

But he didn't quell her desire just yet. He broke away from their kiss, and gently pulled up her nightshirt, and she helped him remove it from around her head. Entirely naked before her first love, Francesca trembled a little with unbridled craving and exhilarated anticipation. Jonny smiled at her lovingly, adoring the sight of her nudity in the low light – her exquisitely pretty face framed by her long fair hair, her delicate neck, her sweet breasts peaked by hard, dark little nipples, her even stomach sweeping down to the irresistible rise and fall over her shaven mound into the succulent, glistening pink tenderness of her virginal pussy.

She couldn't help but smile in return, adoring his attention, loving the flattering praise his silent gaze lavished upon her. He kissed her softly, and as he climbed between her firm thighs, a burst of adrenaline surged into her stomach as she thought to herself that this was finally it: the big moment.

But it wasn't. 

His hard cock briefly brushed down over her yearning sensitivity, but there was no pressure down there. He wasn't going to penetrate her just yet. His mouth dropped down her neck, planting subtle kisses down her soft skin as his warm palms enclosed her breasts. She felt his fingers tighten around her erect nipples and pulsations of pleasure ignited from her receptive buds. Slowly, his mouth reached down over her chest and around her cleavage before heading to replace his fingers. She moaned again as the intense heat of his mouth enveloped first one, and then the other nipple, before his rough tongue and soft lips began to administer sensational textures upon her.

She reached down for his hardness, but could not stretch that far, and instead she could only alleviate her fervent want by pushing her hips up and grinding her wetness against his stomach. It wasn't quite enough for her to hit orgasm, but the texture of the soft hairs on his tummy grinding against her pussy as he sucked and pinched her nipples was quite overwhelming. Jonny was slightly worried that the two of them would be overheard, but now was not the time for concerns like that.

When she felt as though she could take no more of this, having reached an exhilarating plateau but without hope of reaching the peak, her hopes began to rise again as he shifted away from her breasts. Was he going to penetrate her now? Was it time?

No, not yet. She was going to be a pulsating wreck, saturated by her craving by the time he would get round to fulfilling her wish. She hoped she could stand it.

But though he wasn't going to push inside her right now, he kissed his way down her stomach in circles, getting steadily closer to her mound, and a realisation dawned on her at another possibility ahead for her. He kissed around her waist, down her abdomen and fringed her smooth pubis. He spread her legs wide apart and his mouth wandered around her inner thighs before seeming to give in to her wishes, creeping steadily to the focus of her need.

Time seemed to slow down as he kissed around her mound and along the thin band of hot flesh adjacent to her outer labia. She found herself calming down a little as he took his time, and then when it began, she didn't just suddenly explode into a wasteful first climax. He seemed to be able to read her like a book, judging from her body language at what stage she was in her journey to the heavens. Like a virtuoso conductor, he was making her perform at the perfect rate, timing her flourishes of feeling to get the very best out of her.

When the intensity of his mouth reached her vagina, it was as though he suddenly turned on a switch within her to make her come alive. Electricity rippled through her body as his lips crawled along her labia and he tasted her juices. Heat saturated her vagina as he pressed his mouth down onto her, delving the heavenly texture of his tongue down into her wetness, his nose nudging into her clitoris. 

She screamed, but stifled her scream with the realisation that they were not in a completely safe environment. With her hands behind her head, she concentrated on keeping as silent as possible, though it was difficult with such incredible sensations surging around her system. 

Jonathan was like a magician with his mouth, each time pulling a new pleasure out of his hat, never the same kind of friction between him and her pussy, an ever-changing host of wonders that ignited more and more fire between her thighs. For an age and a day, she lay on the brink of a ground-shaking orgasm, but each time she felt herself beginning to go, he paused, bringing her back, seeming to have an intimate knowledge of just where her limits lay. 

He lapped up her copious flow of nectar, seeming to enjoy just as much as she was. But just as she thought she was going to go insane from it all, he broke away, lifting his body up between her legs.

"Ready?" he asked her.

"Oh Jonny..." was all she could breathlessly say for a moment. 

"Are you sure about this?"

"Jonny...please...take me," she breathed, and as he nodded his consent to do as she asked, an explosion of excitement detonated inside her stomach.

Carefully, he positioned his penis at the gate of her womanhood. He gazed into her eyes as he prepared to penetrate her, and she hoped that it would not hurt too much. She just wanted that pain to be over so that they could move on and really fulfil their commitment to each other. 

His cock felt enormous between her legs, making her a little concerned, but there was no way back now. He had built up her desire to such a colossal extent that there was simply no possibility of turning away from this. She seemed to stretch as he pushed into her, and then there was a sudden jolt of pain making her wince. But in a flash, that pain seemed to blend into the overwhelming environment of pleasure that Jonathan had constructed in her body, and though still there, underlying her feelings, it mixed with her ecstasy to become exquisite, like an immense sneeze.

And he was inside her. His beautiful, massive, powerful cock filled her entirely, reaching a depth that had never been reached before, opening a whole new empire of sensation within her. Such was the level of euphoria in her body that it took only a few strokes of his shaft to set her on a rocket to the stars, but as well as he had earlier controlled her, so now he controlled himself and came with hot spurts of seed deep inside her as her own orgasm engulfed her, causing her tight, newly-deflowered sex to quiver around his throbbing hardness.

After getting their breaths back, they lay there, spooned together. Jonathan held Francesca tightly, his slumbering penis wedged against her soft behind, and for a moment they just lay there, in contemplative silence.

"How are you feeling?" he asked her at last.

"A little sore," she said, "but that doesn't bother me. Jonny, I love you – I really do."

He kissed the back of her neck softly. "I love you, too," he whispered into her ear and she smiled, reaching round to pull him closer to her.

"That was the most incredible experience of my life," she said. "You are such an amazing person."

"It did help that I happened to be with the most beautiful creature ever to walk the face of the earth," he said, kissing her cheek.

And as exhaustion won the battle over their tired bodies, they drifted off to sleep, satisfied smiles plastered over both of their faces.

2

In the morning, Jonathan was roused into semi-consciousness by a light knock on his bedroom door. For a moment, he just smiled, and wondered who it could be. Then, suddenly, he sat bolt upright, shocked with the possibility that it was his father about to catch him in bed with one of Lucy's school friends.

But the door slipped open and it was Lucy at the door, the daughter of his father's new fiancée, not his father himself. Relief surged through his system.

Lucy smiled, "thought I was your father?"

"Yeah," he admitted as she entered the room, dressed only in a thin t-shirt and a scanty pair of white cotton panties.

"Well next time, it might be him, so you'd better watch out," she warned. Beside Jonathan, Francesca woke up, stretching the sleep out of her delicate form. "You'd better come with me back to my room, Frannie," Lucy urged her. "You can always come back later when the coast is clear."

"Hmm..." she sighed sleepily, not wanting to leave the warm contact with Jonathan's body.

Lucy grinned and looked at the pair of them. "Jonny, Jonny," she said wistfully, "no sooner do I drag you from sexual exile, do you run off with a pretty blonde classmate of mine..."

Francesca grinned like a Cheshire cat, and hugged him, planting a kiss on his shoulder.

"Sorry," he said to Lucy, not really knowing what he should say.

"Ah well..." she said, showing that she wasn't seriously put out, and was actually happy that he had fallen in love with Francesca. "...I knew it couldn't last between us," she said melodramatically, backing away towards the door again. Jonathan still had to force himself not to stare at her panties, though – she was a very attractive girl, particularly wearing just a t-shirt and underwear. 

"I'm really happy you guys have got together," she said, "you're perfect for each other."

Jonathan and Francesca smiled at each other.

"But," Lucy said, her grin sinking into a serious expression as she focussed on Jonathan, "I'm disappointed that I've now lost your sexual services for the rest of the vacation, Buster." She turned to Francesca briefly before leaving. "Don't be long, Princess," she said, "or else you'll be caught."

And she was gone.

"Morning, sweetie," Francesca whispered into his ear as when they were alone again, and he felt her fingers close around his hardening penis.

"Mmm..." he moaned, "you sleep well?"

"Never better," she smiled, "never better in my whole life."

He kissed her, and her hand coaxed his cock into full rigidity.

"You don't have to stop seeing Lucy, you know," she said suddenly. "I wouldn't want to come between the two of you..."

"Don't be ridiculous," he grinned, "you know I could never even think about being with anyone else now that I have you."

"I saw the way that you were looking at her."

"She was standing right in front of me in just her panties," he protested, "I couldn't help but see."

"And you reacted downstairs, didn't you?" she smiled, and kissed his cheek.

"You were holding me," he complained.

"Hmm...I suppose so."

"I do love you, Frannie," he said, "but right now you really do have to go."

"Okay, okay," she said, "I'm going."

She dived under the bedclothes then, and for a moment, Jonathan couldn't understand what she was doing. Then, his cock was suddenly engulfed by the intense wet heat of her mouth. He let out a long, low growl of pleasure, and as her tongue swirled around his sensitive helmet and her cheeks pressed against his shaft as she sucked his manhood, it wasn't long until he emptied into her burning mouth.

"Mmm," she grinned, standing up at the end of the bed and hastily throwing on her clothes. "It's going to be a good day today."

As she departed, Jonathan just lay there, a lazy smile spread across his mouth. Though he felt physically drained, he had never been happier. He felt truly complete. 

Down the corridor, he heard the girls giggling, and wondered what they were talking about. Doubtless they were asking Francesca all about the previous night. He shrugged, dismissing any worries that might have crept into his brain: he had nothing to be embarrassed about. 

Exhausted yet fulfilled, he drifted off to sleep again.

"Jonny," the voice raised him from sleep, bursting his misty dreams of a pretty little blonde. He yawned and rubbed his eyes. "Jonny, you awake?" It was his father.

"Yeah," he said, yawning again. His father was at the door. 

"I'm off to work," his father said. 

"Oh, right." Jonathan felt something stirring between his legs. He'd soon be with Francesca again.

"You will remember to look after Lucy's friends, while they're here, won't you?"

"Yeah, Dad."

"Okay, then. Keep out of trouble, Jonny," his dad winked, the sort of wink that said that he was fairly certain that Jonathan didn't even know how to get in trouble.

"I won't, Dad."

"Right. I'll see you later, then."

"'bye."

3

The front door slammed downstairs, and Jonathan was, once again, free from parental supervision. He shivered a little from the excitement burning deep inside his body. Alone to spend as long with Francesca as they wanted. 

He got out of bed, and his cock was already swelling at the thought of the sweet blonde he'd spent the night with. It had been so wonderful: melting into her kiss, the soft warmth of her mouth, the supple curves that were so perfect for reaching around and holding, as though she had been made just for him. 

As he stumbled sleepily into the bathroom, he had the urge to hold his hardened cock, to massage it with the memories still racing around his brain. But he held himself back as he turned on the hot shower and stepped under the invigorating water. No point in licking the bowl if the whole cake was ready and waiting for him to indulge.

But as he was coating his skin in slippery soap, he felt a couple of arms reach around him. 

"Hey, gorgeous!" she greeted him with a kiss on the back of his neck, and her hands swept round to clutch his rising shaft. 

He stood there a moment, letting her run her hands over his sensitivity, his hardness throbbing in her tight grip, responding to her stimulation. She squeezed her body against him – naked, then, but then of course she was – they were both under the steaming stream of water now. Even over the smell of the soap he'd been applying to his skin, he could detect her sweet vanilla scent, and it drove him wild. 

He turned, needing to hold her, to kiss her mouth, to touch her exquisite body. His hands went to her soft little breasts. Her hands began to fondle him, but it wasn't long before she was reaching up to hold his head, to kiss him passionately and press herself against him, crushing his huge, blistering hot manhood against her sensitive skin.

They kissed, luxuriating in the velvety friction of their lips and tongues dancing under the flowing water. He coaxed her nipples even as she gyrated her hips to coax his erection with her body. Their moans were hidden by the pitter-patter of the water hitting the shower floor.

And then she broke apart. "Jonny," she said, a pleading expression in her face, "I have an itch – will you sort it out for me?"

He smiled at her. "Where is it?"

She turned around and leaned forward, supporting herself by pressing her palms against the white shower tiles. "Well," she said, "I'll give you a clue. It's somewhere really hot and very, very wet."

"Hmm," he said, laying his hands down on her cute behind. "Somewhere near here?"

"Near," she said.

He moved his hands down to her thighs. "Getting warmer?"

"A little," she said, and then his hands moved up to explore between her legs, "oooh," she moaned as his fingers brushed her slippery pussy lips, "now you're getting very warm."

He stepped forward a little, nudging his hard cock up to her entrance.

"Warmer..." she said as he entered her gently, sliding his rigid heat inside her sublime tightness, "oh, that's just where it is!" And he filled her completely, leaning forward to envelope her body in his arms as he slowly withdrew, then glided back inside her, pressing the soft helmet of his hard cock against her cervix, rubbing it against her g-spot as he moved within her.

Reaching around her as they moved together, he found her clitoris and began to fondle it, coating it in her juices. The sensations running through his body were incredible: the hot stream of water flowing down his back, the hot vagina gripping his penis, the softness of Francesca's skin and the moist lubrication around her little button that she seemed to love having played with.




The New Playmate's Classmate



Jonathan could feel himself losing the battle to control himself, but was helpless to stop it, and as it rose inside him, he held Francesca's waist firmly, pulling her tight to his body, impaling her deeply as his hot semen flooded inside her.

"Sorry," he said, feeling his cock softening within her vagina, knowing that she hadn't come. "You're just so incredible," he whispered into her ear, "it's hard for me to control myself around you."

She smiled, running her hands up and down his thighs, "don't be sorry," she said, "I love making you feel good. I don't have to come every time, you know. Just having you touch me is nice enough."

He withdrew from her, and she turned around to kiss him. "What's the plan for today?" he asked her.

"Well," she said, "first we have to clean up," she picked up the bar of soap and began rubbing it over his skin. "Then," she said, "Lucy wants you to invite some of your friends over."

"Oh she does, does she?" he grinned as she delicately washed between his legs.

"She said that since I've taken you away from them, they need some form of replacement."

"I see," Jonathan noticed that Francesca seemed to enjoy washing his private parts more than other areas of his anatomy. He quite enjoyed her doing it, too.

"So you'll do it?"

"Hmm...I know a couple of guys who might be up for it," he said, "but what about us? What are we going to do all day?"

She took a step back and offered him the soap so that he could wash her body. "Well I thought you could take me shopping," she said, "I need to buy underwear."

4

"What do you mean you're leaving? Why are you inviting us over if you're not going to be here?"

Two of Jonathan's school friends stood out on the porch, looking a little bewildered. They hadn't seen him for days, and now all of a sudden he had picked up a gorgeous girlfriend and didn't seem all that keen to be seeing them. The gorgeous girlfriend was the obvious explanation, and standing there, looking at her, their lustful glances were mixed with envious sentiments: she was breaking up their friendship. It looked as though Jonathan wouldn't be hanging with them for the Christmas vacation, and it wasn't as interesting fooling round as just a pair.

She certainly was a find, though, Jonathan's new girlfriend: where had he found her? She was absolutely divine, long blonde hair, the sweetest blue eyes and a pixie-like face. She wouldn't have looked out of place in Hollywood, except perhaps that she looked a little more intelligent than your average movie star. 

"We have to go to the mall," Jonathan sounded very apologetic, "Oh, guys, er...this is Francesca, by the way." The cute blonde stepped forward and held out her hand. "Frannie, meet Charlie and Leo."

"Hi," she smiled and shook their hands, "nice to meet you both."

She looked them over: Lucy and the girls were going to enjoy themselves, that was for certain. Charlie was a similar height to Jonathan, with round glasses that made him appear clever and sensitive under a mass of brown curly hair. He looked like a really nice guy, as did Leo, who was much taller than any of them, and looked to be quite the athlete with very short blonde hair and broad shoulders. Boy, were they in for a surprise today!

One thing she was certain of, however, was that she had the best deal: she had Jonathan right where she wanted him, and they were going to have their own fun for the rest of the day, too.

"Why don't you guys come inside," Jonathan said, "and I'll try to explain."

They all headed into the living room, and found Lucy, Anna and Penny lounging around watching television. Anna, the confident short-haired blonde particularly drew the boys' eyes, since the way she had draped herself across an armchair, she revealed under her skirt a certain amount of red and white striped underwear. Charlie and Leo looked completely baffled again: what were all these pretty girls doing at Jonathan's house? For as long as they'd known him, he'd been an only child, and all three of them had laughed at how none of them were very good with the opposite sex. What was going on?

"Charlie and Leo," Jonathan introduced them, "this is Lucy, Penny and Anna."

"Hi," the three girls got up to greet the newcomers.

"Nice to meet you," Charlie and Leo said to the three girls. Both of their heart beats soared. What was the deal here?

"Lucy's the daughter of my dad's new fiancée," Jonathan explained, and his two friends nodded their understanding. "And Penny, Anna and Francesca are all friends of hers from school."

"Thought you'd found a genie in a lamp or something," Charlie slapped Jonathan on the back.

"Well," Jonathan smiled and hugged Francesca, "as good as."

"So what're you guys all up to?" Leo asked, trying to keep his eyes from wandering to the prominent cleavage around the room.

It was the redhead, Lucy, who answered him. "Jonathan's devoted himself to my friend Frannie, there," she said, approaching the tall blonde boy, "so promised us that you two could...entertain us instead." 

"I don't see why not," Leo said, as Lucy approached him and placed her arms around his neck. It wasn't as though he had the choice by now.

Penny and Anna introduced themselves to Charlie with the use of a few strategically placed kisses as Lucy began to slowly seduce Leo. Francesca turned to signal to Jonathan that they had things to be getting on with.

"See you later, guys," Jonathan called before the two of them departed, but for some reason, he did not get a reply.

5

"Where's your car?" she asked him as they walked away from Jonathan's house.

"Uh...I don't have one."

"You don't have one? Are you kidding?"

"Can't afford it," he said. 

"My God, how do you survive?" 

They walked to Francesca's house, which wasn't all that far away but in a totally different neighbourhood. The houses were huge, set in expansive gardens with a lot of trees watching over them. It must have been wonderful in summer when all the leaves came out, but as it was, it was still peaceful with little traffic to speak of, just the chill wind of early winter.

As they went, Jonathan found out a lot more about his new love than he had previously known. Her parents were both doctors, which explained the opulent surroundings, but since they were integral to the life of the local hospital, they weren't home an awful lot. She spent a lot of time hanging out with Lucy and the rest of her friends, but that was all set to change now they'd all discovered boys, and for her in particular, Jonathan.

Her house was huge, a pseudo-Tudor mansion that could have housed a small army. In the driveway was a little white Chevy, which she proudly claimed as hers.

"I'll show you around later," she said as she unlocked the vehicle. "Perhaps I might even show you our hot tub."

Driving to the mall out at the edge of town, Francesca thought it a little funny that Jonathan didn't have a car. Most guys their age would bust a gut to own one, taking out loans if they had to. Jonathan didn't seem to mind not having one. It didn't really seem to bother him at all, and he was perfectly happy to have a girl drive him around. Was that odd? Shouldn't it have been awkward for him to be driven around by a girl? Wasn't it an integral part of masculinity that you had a car and you wouldn't go anywhere unless you drove?

Well there you go, that was why she loved him – he wasn't like most guys. He was in tune with the feminist revolution, he was quietly confident enough in his own manhood to handle having her in the position of power. 

But he didn't just sit there in the passenger seat. Actually, he couldn't keep his hands off her, running his hand up her thigh, creeping it under her skirt to graze against her pink cotton panties. He also leaned across to kiss her neck as she drove. She had to stop him at last when he touched her pussy through her underwear.

"Don't do it now," she said, trying to be stern but ruining it with a smile, "I don't want to be wet before I try on underwear. That's not a good thing."

He put on a mock frown, poking out his bottom lip in a comic representation of misery. 

"At least wait until the way back," she said. "Now tell me what kind of underwear you like on a girl."

"I...I don't really know," he said. "I'm not particularly experienced in that kind of department."

She sighed, but smiled at the same time, "how am I supposed to buy underwear if I don't know what turns you on?"

"Well..." he said, "you turn me on wearing anything."

"So do you like lace, silk, cotton?"

"All of the above?"

"Teddies, thongs, bras, stockings, nylons?"

"Yes please," he smiled at her mock-exasperation. 

"Ah well, it's not going to be boring going out with you, Jonny," she broke out into a smile. "I'm just going to have to try a few things on today, I can see that."

"Oh, well don't worry about me, I'll be all right if you just wear the usual kind of stuff." Jonathan felt a little odd that she seemed to be aiming to buy things just to turn him on.

"Don't be silly," she said, "if I want to look nice for you, that's what I'll do. One thing about doctors for parents: they may not be there for you every minute of the day, but I have a healthy bank account."

Jonathan couldn't help but feel a little nervous, despite the fact that his penis was swelling a little between his thighs. He'd never been underwear shopping with a girl before. He hoped he wouldn't have to walk around any stores with an obviously raging erection. Not with all those other women in there too, looking for their own underwear. 

A dilemma of first class proportions: as Jonathan followed Francesca into the first lingerie store, which happened to be Victoria's Secret. All the clothes in sight were designed to be sexy, to arouse his male eyes with the promise of unbridled femininity. Yet as far as he could see, if he was to display any signs of such a reaction to the environment with any witnesses watching, he would be judged badly in their eyes. 

There had to be an easier way for a guy to shop for underwear with his girlfriend. Jonathan couldn't help but blush as Francesca held up various items for his verdict. She seemed entirely oblivious of The Dilemma. Did she not understand it at all? She held things up as though he was supposed to actually react. Did she not know that reaction was like an admission of perversion? Obviously not. She just cheerily continued.

Was that woman over there looking at him? 

This shopping expedition was not going to be easy.

6

After what seemed an age of Jonathan trailing closely behind Francesca, she finally decided she'd seen everything in the store at least a few hundred times and had selected all she was going to select. Jonathan was a little relieved, not enjoying the constant blushing he was forced into after odd glances from women in the place.

There were a couple of men in there, just like him, being pulled along by their partners, desperately trying to look uninterested by it all, making sure to stay close to their women to really signal loud and clear that they weren't in there for themselves, they had been forced into it. It made Jonathan smile to know that he was not the only one.

But at last, Francesca had chosen a few things, and she was heading towards the changing area.

"Come on, dozy," she said, and he realised he had just been standing there, not concentrating on what was going on. 

In the changing room, Francesca went inside a booth and Jonathan remained outside. Now it was even worse! Not only was he in a lingerie store, but he had lost the security of a female to act as explanation, and was now lingering outside the changing booths. He wasn't sure whether Francesca wanted him to follow her into the booth or stay outside, he didn't want to presume...

"Are you going to stay out there all morning?" she said, pulling the curtain back for him to go inside. 

"Oh...uh...yeah," he said, ducking inside. It was something of a relief to be where no one could see him. 

"How am I going to get your opinion if you're outside, silly?" Francesca asked him and kissed his lips as he passed her to sit down on the stool in the corner of the fairly roomy booth. 

She closed the curtain and they were once more in complete privacy. She had hung up a number of items on the hooks on the walls of the booth, and now began stripping off her clothing in front of Jonathan. He smiled at her as she did so, and she returned his expression, happy to have a handsome guy admiring her. 

It was hard for Jonathan to sit there without being able to stand up and take her in his arms. She was the most exquisite thing he'd ever laid eyes on. In the strong light of the store, her long blonde hair shined as though pure gold, her sweet curves just screamed out for him to run his hands over her smooth skin. And as off came her white blouse, grey skirt and pink cotton underwear, his penis swelled to full hardness between his legs.

"Hey," she said as he helplessly reached forward and stroked her naked thigh. "I though I told you not to do that yet?" she smiled, knowing what a situation she was placing him in. As a kind of consolation, she leaned down and kissed him full on the lips. His hand found one of her breasts, and touching her erect nipple, she moaned softly. "Hey, not fair," she said, breaking away from him. "Come on, the quicker I try these on, the quicker you can get me home and do whatever you want with me."

She tried on a number of outfits in front of him, loving his lustful eyes sweeping over every corner of her body as she did so: his gaze made her feel like the most beautiful girl on the planet. And for Jonathan, she was just that, right down to her sensational shaven pussy that he watched but could not touch. Off came a luxurious black lace teddy and on went lilac silk thongs and bra, there were g-strings and stockings and suspender belts and all manner of underwear from blue and white checked cotton to virginal white lace.

And Jonathan did his best to give her his opinion, telling her which things he liked best on her, but it was difficult for him to give a valuable response to her. As far as he was concerned, she looked ravishing in everything. 

"Okay, we're done then," she said, removing the last item of underwear she'd tried on. Jonathan felt they'd been there for hours, but his watch said only twenty minutes or so. 

"Great," he said, pulling her towards him and stroking his hands over her soft skin to her smooth mound.

"Wait," she said, pulling back, "you can't do that yet!" 

"Why not?" he asked, crestfallen.

"We've got a whole mall to get through first, mister!"

He groaned audibly. It wasn't that he didn't like watching her undressing and putting on various sexy outfits, but the real need inside him was getting to be overwhelming. Having a sensational beauty there naked before him with a sweet tender pink pussy only a couple of feet away was just too much temptation.

"Looks like I'm going to have to bribe you," she said, kneeling down in front of him without putting on any clothes at all. 

She looked up at him and smiled, placing her hands on his thighs. He grinned back, "I'm open to any form of bribery you care to offer," he said, leaning back on the stool and spreading his legs wide open.

Her hands fumbled at his fly and released several inches of hardness from within. "Mmm..." she said, "looks like you approve of my new outfits," he could feel her breath on the sensitive helmet of his erect penis. Her hands touched him, fingers curling around his shaft as she leaned down, over his lap. Looking down, all he could see was a mass of golden hair, but in the mirror he got a fantastic view as she kissed his cock and allowed her tongue to swirl around it. 

Then there was intense heat and moisture as her mouth engulfed the first few inches of his penis. He could feel her wonderful tongue playing with him as her fingers coaxed the bottom half of his enlarged cock. He kept his mouth closed to avoid making noise, but it was difficult for him to stifle himself with all the sensational feelings he was getting.

As she began to slowly bob up and down on his erection, he watched her in the mirror. She really was breathtakingly beautiful. The way she was kneeling over him, he could see her pussy from behind in the floor-length looking glass. He hoped it wouldn't be too long until he got another taste of her delicate pink flower. 

It wasn't long until the sensations overcame him, and he had to lean back and close his eyes as the power surged through his system and he released his hot cream inside her velvety mouth.

"Mmm," she purred like a kitten as she cleaned his cock with her tongue. "You know, Jonny, I really love going shopping with you."

"It can be nice," he said, a little breathlessly, "but you do have to reward me, you know."

"Of course," she smiled and zipped him up, grabbing her clothes to prepare for more shopping, "you're a guy. You're not resilient enough to stand real shopping unless you get little rewards."

Well he could probably stand the rest of the mall if she was going to be as nice to him as that. Perhaps it wasn't going to be so hard going through every store in the place.

7

It felt nice walking through the mall as part of a couple. Admittedly he had to carry Francesca's hundreds of carrier bags, but he had a broad smile plastered over his face. He felt so warm and comfortable inside knowing that he had such a beautiful girl in love with him. He also had a rosy glow from the countless encounters within changing booths all over the mall. It was lucky that Francesca liked the taste of his emissions - that was one thing for sure. And there was no doubting that she did: she grinned like a Cheshire cat when he came inside her mouth.

"Okay," she said, "I just want to quickly go in here, then we're all done for the day."

She led him into another clothes store, full of clothing for men and women. She knew that despite his 'rewards', he was only a man, and the hours of shopping had made him absolutely exhausted. So this time, she seemed to hurry as she scanned the clothes on offer.

She didn't find anything that she liked, but picked up some silk boxer shorts that she said would feel great on his body. He shrugged, but she was more enthusiastic. "Come on," she said, "I'll buy them for you – they'll feel wonderful, trust me."

"Okay," he said, knowing this was the last store they were going in. "If you think so."

"I do," she said, and that was that. 

This time, their roles were reversed. Francesca sat down on the stool, staring up at Jonathan, and he had to try on the clothing. 

"Now you have to strip for me," she grinned.

"I'm sure they probably fit," he said, being a little more self-conscious about himself than she was.

"Oh go on," she said, "better safe than sorry, you know."

So he began to remove his clothes, much to his petite blonde girlfriend's joy. He left on his shirt, since he didn't need to take it off to try on boxers, but Francesca made him take it off.

When he had removed all his clothes, he reached for the silk boxers, but Francesca was holding them. And as she was holding them, not letting him have them to conceal his nudity, she had pulled her skirt up and was caressing herself through the thin pink cotton of her panties. 

"Hey sexy," she said, "give me a twirl, then."

"I thought you weren't going to do that until we got home," he said, reaching to pluck the new underwear from her hand, but failing to get it as she pulled it away from him.

"I'm not trying anything else on," she said, "it doesn't matter how wet I get now."

A grin grew on her face as an erection grew on Jonny's body. Francesca threw the silk boxers at him and for a moment, they caught on the end of his cock, hanging there as though on a clothes hook. This made her giggle, but she silenced herself, knowing that too much noise might alert the shop staff. You weren't supposed to have too much fun trying on clothes. 




The New Playmate's Classmate



"Hmm," she said, her fingers reaching underneath the soaking pink cotton between her thighs. "You look good in those. Better take 'em off so we can go and buy them," she added.

It was lucky they fitted well, because he noticed that a drop of pre-come had come out into the fabric. Naked again, he went to retrieve his clothes, but the sweet blonde had placed one of her feet on the pile, and wasn't going to give them up easily.

"Aren't you going to give me a reward?" she asked, pulling aside her panties to show him her glistening pussy lips. 

"Thought you'd never ask," he smiled, dropping to his knees before her.

His hands glided over her smooth thighs, and she let out a quiet moan as he got closer and closer to her aching need. She leaned back, placing her hands behind her head to cushion it against the wall of the booth. Trailing delicate little kisses around her soft inner thighs and around her moistened panties, he could smell the faint trace of her spicy arousal blended with that sweet, sweet vanilla fragrance that drove him wild. 

With Jonathan's hands caressing her and his lips teasing her, Francesca had to suck on her bottom lip to keep from letting out noticeable noise. He was so amazing, drawing out such exquisite feelings from her body that she felt like a great orchestra being conducted by Karajan or Solti. As his lips began to dance over the thin material covering the centre of her exhilaration, she felt tendrils of orgasm approaching already, quicker than they ever had before, as if her repression of her lust for the handsome boy over the course of the day had concentrated her need for him.

Sometimes, Jonathan just couldn't believe what he'd got. She was so incredibly beautiful as he pushed up her skirt – her feminine curves and that irresistible softened triangle of her pussy reigned in by moist pink cotton, the shape between her legs like a dew drop close up, a dew drop that he wanted to lap up into his hot mouth.

Gently, he nudged aside her underwear, and with two careful fingers, spread her slippery petals apart, providing a target for his tongue. She just managed to stifle a yelp as his mouth closed over that target, his tongue hitting dead centre on the source of her pleasure. For a few moments, he was able to taste her flowing juices, loving the velvet softness of her shaven pussy and the tangy, sweet flavour of her vagina igniting his taste buds.

"Fuck me," she whispered, the blunt words sounding a little strange coming from such a beautiful mouth, "oh, I really want you to fuck me, Jonny. I'm so near the edge..."

A last moment to suck her clitoris, and he got up, his cock fully extended and perfectly ready to fulfil her fervent wish. She was so very wet that he glided into her, his throbbing erection stretching her slightly, filling her completely. He rested on her body as he began to drive up into her tight pussy, and as the orgasm began to creep upon her, she grabbed his behind with her hands and pressed her mouth against his neck to attempt to silence her great rocking climax.

He may have come a few times throughout the mall's changing areas that afternoon, but the sensational experience of Francesca's burning flesh gripping his shaft rapidly brought him to the same level as she was hitting, and when she writhed in the clutches of a powerful peak, Jonathan felt the potent wave surge over him as well, and he flooded her with his hot seed.

"Mmmm..." she said, "that was naughty. You're such a bad influence, Jonny."

"I do my best," he kissed her.

Francesca smiled lovingly. "We'd better get out of here before they send out a search party," she said.

Coming back out of the changing booth to pay for the silk boxers, Jonathan blushed. It looked as though people were staring at them. Did they know what he'd just been doing with Francesca? She did have something of a post-climactic glow about her, but was that enough for them to know?

Francesca didn't seem to worry as she paid for his new underwear, she had a broad grin plastered over her face as though she'd had some kind of religious experience. As they stood waiting for the shop assistant to swipe her credit card, the petite blonde surreptitiously reached behind her to place a hand over Jonathan's crotch, fondling his softened penis through his clothing.

"I think they might have heard us or something," he whispered into her ear.

"Really?" she asked. "Mmm...doesn't that turn you on?" She turned to smile at him, "I have to get you home, mister: I have a major itch that needs sorting out.

On the way home, she didn't stop his hand from wandering up her thigh at all, even when his fingers slipped under her saturated panties to brush her slippery folds, she didn't say anything, just moaned quietly and continued to drive. For most of the journey back to her house, Jonathan had a finger inside her, quivering, drawing out her moans.

When they got home, however, a car in the driveway announced that one or other of Francesca's parents were back from the hospital.

"No hot tub for us, then," she said, a little disappointed.

"Perhaps another time," he replied, kissing her goodbye.

"Hmm...can't wait," she beamed. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah. You want to come over or do you want me to come here?"

"Oh, I'll come to you," she said. "We know for a fact that your parents won't be home."

And with that, he left her for the evening, the taste of her juices still in his mouth.

8

When he got home, Dad and Emma were still not back, but he knew that it wouldn't be long. He unlocked the front door wondering if any of the guys were still there and what they'd got up to while he was out. But inside, he found the living room empty, all the blinds were up and the place looked as tidy as could be.

He slumped down on the sofa, and looked around for the remote for the television. Nowhere to be found. He delved down the cushions of the sofa, but instead of finding the remote, he came up with a small pair of panties – turquoise cotton thongs to be precise.

They were still slightly moist to the touch. He held them up to his nose and breathed in that intoxicating aroma of female arousal. Hmm, looked like somebody had been having a good time while he'd been out with Francesca. There was a tiny black hair in the garment, which probably pointed the finger at Penny. What had they all got up to?

"Jonny!"

It was Lucy, his soon-to-be step-sister, walking down the stairs with a satisfied grin on her face.

"Hi Lucy," he smiled back at her, slipping Penny's underwear into a pocket. "Good day?"

"I'll say," she said, slumping down opposite him in an armchair. "I'm pooped!"

"I'm quite tired myself," he admitted.

"So what happened?" Lucy asked. "Don't leave anything out at all."

"What happened to you guys?"

"You first," she said.

So he told her, describing every detail he could remember of the day, and as he spoke, she lifted her skirt to reveal that she was wearing no panties, her tender pussy glistening under the triangle of cherry hair. He actually enjoyed telling her just how he felt about Francesca, just what it was like in those changing booths all over the mall, and Lucy slipped a finger inside her juicy vagina.

"So what about you?" he asked after his narrative had come to a close. "What happened to you guys after I left?"

"Mmm..." she moaned, an impish smile over her pretty face. "You ever play 'adult poker'?"

"Not that I can remember."

"We did. It's a little like strip poker," she began, stirring her finger inside her pussy as she spoke, "but strip poker is for wimps. This was the real thing."

To Be Continued...



The New Playmate's Friends



1

The young schoolboy lay back in the bath, entirely relaxed. The hot, steaming water enveloped his firm, slender yet muscular frame, the white foam making little islands of his knees, his slumbering penis and his head as he lay back, closed his eyes and breathed deeply. 

Jonathan could still feel a tingling running through his body from the morning’s encounter with Lucy, the daughter of his father’s new fiancée. It was the first day of the Christmas Vacation – his last ever Christmas vacation while at school – and his father and his father’s soon-to-be-bride Emma were at work, leaving the two young teenagers at home.

At almost the earliest opportunity that day, the tender young redhead had slipped into his bed and after having her wicked way with him, she had announced that some of her school friends would be coming around to sample his delights.

Lying in that bath, he wondered what would happen that day. His feelings were confused: he was very excited at the prospect of spending the day fooling around with a few schoolgirls, but the apparent ease at which Lucy would share him had surprised him a little. Didn’t she want him just for herself? If not, why not? Wasn’t he good enough?

What was he feeling? Did he love Lucy? To think that she might not love him did hurt him slightly deep down: it made him feel empty inside. But was it really love he felt? He had never really had a girlfriend before, so he couldn’t determine the limits where lust became love.

He breathed in the humid air of the bathroom, which smelled of the peach bath foam he had in his bathwater. Perhaps it would be less complicated if he and Lucy didn’t love each other. They could be like brother and sister, except with a little more spark between them. 

He tried not to worry about it, and went about washing himself, cleaning off the sweat and other emissions from the morning’s exertions. 

“Jonny,” Lucy popped her head around the bathroom door just as he was getting out of the bath, and she got a real eyeful, “they’re here!”

“Oh,” he said, pulling a large red towel in front of him. 

“They’re sitting downstairs waiting for you,” she said, a glimmer of fire in her eyes as she slipped into the bathroom and put one of her little hands around his damp genitals. “Mmm…nice and clean…” After her shower, Lucy had changed into a pair of tight blue jeans and a white t-shirt that clung to her girlish figure revealing every curve.

“I’ll just put on a few clothes,” he said, before kissing her offered lips.

“Why don’t you just come down like this,” she said with an impish grin. “It’ll save time.”

He stepped away from her and fastened the towel around his stirring loins. “No, I think I’ll feel more comfortable in front of strangers if I have a few things to cover me.”

“Suit yourself,” she said, kissing him again. “We’ll be waiting for you – a row of little wet pussies for you to check out.”

At that, Jonathan felt his manhood blossom into full rigidity under the towel. When Lucy went back downstairs, he quickly went to his room to find some clothes. 

2

When Jonathan came down the stairs, he felt as though he were descending onto a stage to present an Oscar – all eyes were on him, and he felt more than a little nervous. Four girls including Lucy: all of a similar size to the young redhead and all obviously from her school class. Other than Lucy, there were two blondes and a black haired girl. One of the blondes had very long hair in a long ponytail that dropped down her back. The dark-haired girl and the other blonde had bells of hair that dropped to their shoulders.

All three girls were very pretty, and Jonathan found it a little hard to believe that Lucy wanted him to fool around with them. They seemed to be looking at him appreciatively, so he felt a little confidence return.

“Ah, there you are, Jonny,” Lucy said as he came down to them. “Allow me to introduce Penny, Anna and Francesca.”

“Hi,” said Jonathan, and all three girls smiled at him nervously.

“Oh, and there’s beer in the refrigerator.”

Jonny smiled – thank the Lord for liberal convenience store owners and fake IDs.

He looked at Lucy’s three friends sitting on the couch. Penny was the dark haired girl. She was dressed in a faded red t-shirt with yellow lettering proclaiming some kind of Caribbean resort she must have visited long ago, and a very small pair of denim hot pants, which showed a whole load of smooth coltish legs. She had jet black eyes that gave her sweet face a devilish wickedness along with her nervous smile, as well as quite a serious look. 

Penny seemed to be younger than Lucy – in fact all three of them seemed much younger than the ginger schoolgirl, but Jonathan knew they were all friends, so the apparent age difference was probably more than the real. Girls developed at different speeds – he knew that from biology lessons.

Anna was the blonde with shorter hair. She was easily the most confident, she looked at Jonathan with obvious lust in her expression, and seemed to be trying to catch his eye by crossing her tanned legs to let her short turquoise skirt ride up and give him a glimpse of her little black panties beneath. Jonathan kept his eyes on hers when he looked at her, still wanting to give a good impression. 

He did flick his gaze briefly down to her chest, however, which was fuller than those of Anna’s school friends. Trapped snugly beneath a white tank top that left her navel and nicely flat stomach exposed, her breasts had a nice roundness to them, the kind of pert abundance that made him want to hold them and touch them, to feel their warmth and softness.

Anna loved every minute of his attention, and thrust her chest out to ensnare his gaze. Yet Jonathan turned to look at the third girl, Francesca. Out of all of them there – possibly even Lucy included, little Francesca was the prettiest and the most enticing to him. She was very petite, but the volume of her blonde hair seemed to compensate as it flowed down her back in a long ponytail. She was a shy one, and as he looked at her, she nervously grasped the end of her ponytail and began to fiddle with it. 

Francesca had the most delectable face Jonathan had ever seen. Sharp, like a cat, she had quite high cheekbones, a small button nose and similarly diminutive mouth that was so tender and pink, that he longed to kiss her. But it was her large blue eyes that got him hooked – they seemed to burn into his very soul until they bashfully dropped to her lap. Like all of the others, she was wearing no shoes – the girls had obviously made themselves comfortable while waiting for him, what with the beers as well.

“How are we going to do this?” Jonathan asked Lucy, his whole body trembling with nerves as though he had to get up in front of his entire school and give a speech.

“The plan’s quite simple,” said the young redhead, smiling wickedly, “we have all day to do whatever we want to with you.”

“Okay,” he said, “but before any of that, we have to close all the curtains in the house and double-bolt all the doors – don’t want anyone peeking or accidentally coming in.” 

“Right, come on girls, you heard him!” Anna said, up like a flash, obviously unable to wait for the fun to begin.

The four girls scampered around the house pulling down blinds and drawing curtains on both floors, and the snap of the bolts was heard as the front and back doors and the French windows were locked. As they did so, they all grabbed beers from the kitchen and started drinking.

Jonathan wandered around making sure everywhere was closed off to the outside. As he did so, he watched the girls – Anna, the brash blonde flaunting her figure as much as possible; Penny with her smouldering good looks who walked up behind him and patted his behind cheekily, her serious expression cracking into a sweet grin as she raised her eyebrows in mischievous reference to what they’d be doing together some time soon; Lucy, who had an air of confidence about her that came from having already had her wicked way with him, a fact which had gone into her apparent role as group leader; and finally sweet little Francesca, who shied away from his gaze and blushed at his attention, her curves hidden beneath fairly baggy clothing. 

He acted calmly, taking deep breaths as he strolled around the two floors of the house, but deep inside, his heart was fluttering like the wings of a butterfly: he felt as though it was Christmas morning. He grabbed his own beer before heading back to the living room, but noticed that the four girls had already got through a number of cans: there were empties in the bin. Jonathan thought it would be best if he didn’t drink too much – his friends had told a number of funny stories about guys they knew getting ‘brewer’s droop’, and it was something Jonny could do without in front of four giggly schoolgirls.

“All set!” Anna called, and the four girls all returned to the living room armchair and couch.

Jonathan sank down in the armchair next to Lucy and opposite the couch that supported her three friends. He’d never been in the company of so many girls of his own age group before, and it was slightly intimidating. 

“So,” he said, his voice portraying complete composure, “what do you want me to do?”

Lucy was the first to speak, though it seemed as though Anna was going to try and put in a word first. The blonde deferred to the redhead, however, showing where the power in this group lay. Lucy lived here, it was Lucy’s choice to share the son of her mother’s new fiancé with her school friends and it was Lucy who already had the key to Jonathan’s sexuality: so Lucy was very much in charge. 

“Okay,” she said, as though she were Solomon passing judgement, “here’s how it’s going to work…” all eyes were on her as she announced: “we’re all going to take turns. When it is your turn, you can ask anyone here a question – any question – and they have to answer. Then you can tell someone to do something – and they have to do it. Got it?”

Lucy looked around the group: the three other girls and Jonathan quietly nodded. Jonathan felt his heart quiver again at the realisation that most of them would probably be demanding he do something or other.

“Okay,” said the young redhead, “a couple of ground rules: you can tell someone to take off an article of clothing, but not all of them – each article is one demand – and you can’t tell anyone to take off something that is obstructed by another piece of clothing. You cannot tell someone to do anything with you – it has to be something on either themselves or someone else. Oh, and finally, you can either ask a question first or make your demand before you ask your question – it’s up to you. Everyone understand?”

They all nodded, and Jonathan felt an involuntary shiver shoot down his spine. 

“Right,” said Lucy, “then we’ll start to my left: Penny.”

3

Penny smiled at Jonathan, then took a quick glance around the group, her dark eyes seeking out her friends and their expectant faces all looking back at her.

“My question is to Jonny,” she said, looking straight at him with clear lust in her eyes. The other girls also focussed on him. He felt himself flush, his face burning as they looked at him and the raven-haired schoolgirl asked him: “do you masturbate?”

There was a quiet giggle from Anna, seemingly as much from the sudden bluntness of her friend’s question than from the possibility that Jonathan would touch himself. Jonathan looked around the room, trying not to blush too obviously. Hell, there was no point being shy in this situation.

“Yes,” he replied simply. He knew for a fact that Lucy masturbated – he had caught her touching herself when she had crept into his room. So where was the shame in the fact that he relieved himself every now and then?

The girls all smiled at each other and giggled, and Penny asked: “how often?”

“No, no, no…” Lucy wagged her finger at her friend, “you only get one question – that’s the rule.”

“Oh, but he hardly said anything,” the black-haired girl whined.

“Then you’ll have to ask a more leading question next time, won’t you? Go on, make your demand.”

Penny pouted and folded her arms. “Take off your shirt, Jonny,” she said, and sat back against the back of the couch.

Jonathan unbuttoned his shirt slowly, feeling their eyes on him every bit of the way, then pulled it off and dropped it behind him. Anna let out a quiet wolf whistle, and the others let out little noises of admiration or excitement. He felt the cool breeze on his bare shoulders and wished he had put on more clothes. With four of them against him, he’d be naked before the end of the round. He was a little annoyed that he hadn’t even put on socks – that was two items he was down by already.

Anna’s turn. The blonde took a swig of beer, then leaned forwards, perching her behind on the edge of the couch. “I want Jonny to kiss Penny on the lips,” she said, surprising everyone a little, even though it was a logical question for someone as bouncey as Anna to ask. “Go on, cheer her up after you disappointed her,” Anna grinned and sat back, showing him more than a little of her black underwear under that short skirt.

Jonny swallowed a mouthful of beer before getting up, a burst of adrenaline swamping his bloodstream. He looked briefly at Lucy, who raised her eyebrows in a silent order for him to comply with Anna’s demand, and he nodded and sank down to his knees in front of the little dark-haired beauty. He looked her straight in the eye, fire burning between their stares, and leaned forwards towards her mouth. She met him halfway, leaning into him, and their soft lips met, Jonny’s hands reaching gently behind her head to pull her to his kiss. It wasn’t a long kiss, but it was a good start. Penny had a sweet fragrance, and was so very warm against him. It was a shame to break up, but as Lucy and Anna whooped at the first intimate moment, it wasn’t time for lingering yet.

“My question,” Anna reminded them as Jonny returned to his seat and Penny looked at him with wonder in her eyes.

“Go on,” Lucy said, acting out her role as umpire.

“Jonny,” the blonde gave him a fiendish grin that made him dread what was coming, “how would you feel if I told you all four of us are on the pill now just so we can fool around with you?”

Lucy and Penny chuckled as Jonathan looked at them all, his eyes wide in surprise. Looking over at Francesca, the petite blonde was flushed quite scarlet, which was as good a confirmation that Anna spoke the truth that he needed. What a day this was going to be.

“Go on,” said Lucy sipping from her can, “answer the question.”

How did he feel? His penis was immensely hard – he was glad to be wearing jeans that covered it up a little. “Uh…” he said and Anna and Penny looked at each other and giggled. “Uh…excited…I guess…”

Francesca’s turn: the shy blonde fiddled with the end of her ponytail, her eyes nervously flicking up to glance at Lucy or Jonny as she thought out what she was going to do. She blushed again, and said, “I want to ask Lucy whether she’s ever had an orgasm.”

Francesca’s voice was quiet, soft and a clear soprano, she sounded a little like a mouse might if it could talk. Jonathan found her completely bewitching, but as she sat back, hoping that everyone’s attention would now switch to Lucy, she seemed a little horrified that Jonny was still looking at her.

“Of course,” said Lucy, and much to Francesca’s relief, everyone looked at her and laughed and the attention was very much on the redhead. “Jonny’s given me absolutely loads,” the host of the occasion smiled at Jonathan as the girls all cheered and giggled. “Frannie, make your demand,” she reminded her shy friend.

“Okay,” Francesca said, “I want Anna to take off her skirt – she’s obviously dying to show Jonny her underwear already.”

The girls all shrieked with laughter except Anna, who for once seemed a little taken aback. “Hey,” she said, “you can’t do that…”

Francesca was quietly smirking at her bold friend. Jonny couldn’t help but laugh – the shy blonde certainly had a sharp edge of wit in her. Anna feigned timidity as she stood up and slipped her short skirt down her thighs and over her knees to reveal her black cotton panties that were fairly plain and simple, but nevertheless made Jonny’s heart rate soar.

The blonde sat back down and crossed her legs to attempt to regain a little dignity, but she was obviously loving every moment of showing off her undoubtedly fine figure, as Jonathan could tell from meeting her gaze.

“Jonny, your go,” Lucy announced. 

“Oh,” he said, for some reason having assumed he would be left out of having turns, to be an object for the girls to use. “Oh, right…uh…I’ll ask…uh…Penny…how many people have you ever slept with?” he flushed a little again, and was a little irritated with himself that he did. That would do no good if he kept doing it. 

“You’ll be my second, hopefully,” the intelligent dark-haired girl beamed as her friends chuckled. Jonathan felt an explosion of heat within his stomach. It really was going to happen. These girls all really wanted to use him completely – it was unbelievable. 

He took a deep breath and tried to deal with his intense feelings. “Okay,” he said, “I want Lucy to take her top off.” He felt safest asking Lucy to do something, and no one objected. The young redhead peeled off her t-shirt to reveal that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. 

Was this all part of her plan? It certainly seemed to break the icy atmosphere in there as she casually tossed her t-shirt over her shoulder and did nothing to conceal the soft swells of her breasts nor the stiff little pink peaks.

Jonathan felt his cock pressing against his unforgiving jeans as the daughter of his father’s new fiancée smiled at him and relaxed back in her chair, her sweet teenage cleavage fully on show.

“My turn,” said the topless redhead as though she were about to start some kind of Machiavellian conspiracy. “I want to know if the thought of making love to Jonny makes Frannie wet between her legs.”

The room fell silent after a horrified gasp from Francesca. Jonathan felt his ears burn – Lucy must have picked up some kind of body language between the shy blonde and himself and was now stirring away. He looked at the redhead and gave her a mock grimace, which she responded to with a quiet wink, as though telling him that she could read him like a book.

“Go on Frannie,” Anna nudged her friend, “answer.”

The blonde looked straight down at the beer can she clutched, hiding away from the watching eyes. 

“Come on Frannie,” Lucy said softly, trying to pull her friend out of her shell, “we’re all in this together now. None of this goes beyond the walls of this house: no one else’ll know about it.”

The blonde looked up at Lucy and nodded quietly. “Okay,” she said, “I’ll answer.”

Jonathan gulped, and put his hands together over his mouth as a kind of protective measure. Why did he feel this way about this sweet little blonde? It was more than how he had felt about Lucy, it actually altered his metabolism just to look at her. He reached down, picked up his nearly empty beer can and finished it off.

Francesca took a deep breath, holding her knees together as though she were a nun at a Chippendales show, and said: “yes, it does make me wet between my legs to imagine making love to Jonny. Very wet.”

4

Francesca looked at Jonny and blushed again, deeper than before, and there was a slight uncertainty to her expression as though she was wondering if she had gone too far. This time, however, though she covered her mouth with her hand nervously, she stuck her ground and didn’t shy away from his eyes. Jonny smiled at her, and she smiled back, melting his insides. 

“Now I want to find out what Jonny thought of that,” Lucy said. “Jonny, take off your jeans.”




The New Playmate's Friends



“Oh come on,” Jonny protested, “you girls are all ganging up on me.”

“Get ‘em off!” Penny and Anna cried, clapping their hands to urge him on.

Jonny frowned. Neither Penny nor Francesca had even removed a single thing, but he would shortly be almost completely naked and unable to hide anything. He had no choice but to give in, however, as the noise of the girls got louder and louder. 

“Okay,” he said, “but I’m going to get another beer first.”

“Get us all one while you’re at it,” Anna called as he ventured back into the kitchen.

As he returned with an armful of cans, he smiled – the alcohol was already warming his insides, and it was apparent that the girls were beginning to get a little tipsy – they had been drinking while he had finished off his bath and put on his clothes. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad stripping in front of them.

He distributed the beers all around, then opened his own can and took a swig of the fiery liquid. Not having really drunk much before, it was making him a little light-headed. He resolved that that would be his last can. He didn’t want to spoil his reputation. 

“Go on, then,” Penny told him, hiding her lustful grin with her beer can.

Jonathan put his beer down and then prepared to remove his jeans in front of the four girls. Just as he flicked his top button, Lucy said: “Are you thinking about how wet Frannie is at the thought of making love to you, Jonny dearest?”

“Lucy!” Francesca threw a cushion at her redhead friend. 

Jonny frowned, unable to keep the image out of his mind. The girls screamed with delight as his underwear was revealed and so was the extent of his erection – substantially pronounced under the skin tight grey lycra of his Calvin Klein briefs. 

“Looks like you’re on to a winner there, Frannie,” Penny grinned.

“Yeah,” Anna agreed, “and Frannie’s not the only one wet at the thought of her making love to him.”

Jonny looked down to find a small dark spot in his underwear at the end of his erection. Damn it. He looked down at the shy blonde, and she smiled at him, seemingly pretty happy at his apparent response to her confession. For a moment he froze there, then he dropped his jeans over the back of his armchair and sank back down into it to attempt to regain some kind of decorum, his hard penis snug again between his thighs.

“My turn!” Penny announced. “My question is to Jonny.”

Jonny groaned, “what a surprise.”

“Don’t be cheeky,” Lucy smiled at him. “Go on, Pen.”

“Jonny, what do you think about when you’re masturbating?”

“Sounds like Penny’s obsessed with masturbation!” Anna cried out, and Penny hit her with a cushion.

Jonny managed not to blush this time. He was getting a little more confident all the time now. After a swig of beer, he said: “well, sometimes I think about girls I see on the street, sometimes I think about actresses from television or the movies…I imagine what I’d do with them if I had the chance, what they might do with me…”

“Mmm…you know, I can picture you doing it,” Penny smiled, the beer seeming to take affect in her slightly rosy cheeks. “Okay, now I want Jonny to take off Anna’s panties.”

“Hey!” Anna shot an angry look at Penny, “that’s not fair!”

“Oh it totally is,” Penny replied, beaming with sadistic pleasure. 

“She’s right,” Lucy passed judgement. “Stand up, Anna, go to it, Jonny.”

Jonny sat up on the edge of his seat as the unusually quiet blonde stood up. His penis was really straining in his underwear, but for once all eyes were not on his erection. Anna turned away from him, presenting her smooth, partially covered behind to his eyes. She seemed to be giving dirty looks to Penny for putting her there.

“Turn to face him,” Lucy told her.

“Why should I?”

“Because I’m the umpire,” Lucy smiled authoritatively, “and if you don’t, you miss a go.”

“Fascist,” Anna accused the cherry haired host, but nevertheless complied. She turned around and Jonny had a superb view of her black cotton covered crotch that was just inches from his face. He could smell her perfume, and possibly something a little more personal. 

“Go ahead, Jonny.”

He looked up at the blonde in front of him, and she didn’t seem quite as comfortable as she had been earlier. She took a huge swig from her beer can and then waited for him to remove her underwear, for once not meeting his gaze. 

“I’ll get you, Penny. It’s my turn next, you know.”

Jonny reached his hands up and placed them on her hips, then hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and slowly drew them down her body, revealing her flat, smooth abdomen down to the puff of blonde hair on her curvaceous mound and right between her legs, a glimpse of her pink slit that he might get closer to later. He caught a faint whiff of her pussy aroma as he drew the underwear down her hot skin, which made his erection quiver within his briefs. 

Anna quickly stepped out of her panties – giving him more of a view of her pussy lips, which glistened slightly, letting slip her excitement – and then rapidly retreated, placing her hands in her lap to hide herself.

“Your turn Anna,” Lucy said, and got a little flicker of anger from Anna, too. But it wasn’t at all serious and everyone knew it. 

“Okay,” Anna looked at Penny, the flames of revenge in her eyes. “Penny, have you ever had anal sex?”

Penny threw her hands to her face and gasped, “you said you’d never tell anyone!”

“No secrets here, Pen,” Anna nudged her, smirking at her friend.

“You have to answer,” Lucy reminded her.

Penny looked at them, blushing deep crimson. “Yes,” she nodded, not looking at anyone. “I tried it once with Billy Faraday. But he had a really small penis.” She laughed with the other girls at that, and her self-esteem was returned.

“Take off your t-shirt,” Anna said, and Penny did so, pulling the red cotton item over her head and throwing it down on the floor to the side. She had nice little breasts, tucked into a white lacy bra, and she folded her arms in front of her to hide them.


“Frannie,” said Lucy and the buck was passed.

“I want to know,” the young blonde seemed suddenly less shy than before – as though, perhaps, the alcohol had kicked into her system as it was beginning to do so in all of them, “how many girls Jonny has been with except Lucy.” She looked at him with an earnest expression, seeking an answer not to shame him, but to find out about him.

“None,” Jonny returned the pretty girl’s gaze, “Lucy was the first.” 

Francesca smiled at him, that expression that seemed to ignite fires all around his body. 

“What do you want done, Frannie?” Lucy asked, breaking the pause.

Francesca leaned forwards, grinning at her friends. “I want Anna to take off Jonny’s underpants – with her teeth.”

5

The girls cheered as though he were a stripper at a hen party, and Jonny knew for a fact that it wasn’t worth complaining – he’d have to do it anyway. He stood up, and felt his penis soften within his underwear – he was nervous, despite the beer he’d drunk. Anna slumped down to her knees in front of him, grinning at her friends. For her, the alcohol was going far. As she knelt in front of him, he could see the top of her pubic hair, and it made his erection stir once again.

Anna looked up at his face and winked at him as her school friends giggled at the scene. Jonny looked at Lucy, who blew him a kiss, then Francesca, who offered a wry grin and unashamedly ran her eyes all over his trim body.

He could do nothing but place his hands on his waist and allow Anna to grip the elastic of his briefs with her teeth. He felt her hot breath on his stomach as she pulled down his underwear. As she pulled it up over the tip of his penis, her soft cheek rubbed gently against his engorged manhood causing irresistible sensations to run through his body. He wanted to pull her to him, but that was not permitted. 

Using just her teeth, Anna could not pull down his underwear in just one tug as he had been able to remove hers. It was not as simple as that: she had to pull down different parts of his elastic to ensure that it came down, so she had to move her head all over his crotch to get the briefs up over his hard cock and over his hips. As she did so, she rubbed her face all over his genitals and even got some of his pre-come on her cheek and forehead.

She got a very close up view of his equipment, of course, but Jonny could also see down her top and also a little of her pussy as she moved back and forth to pull down his underpants.

The three others got a great show, and were cackling at Anna’s ungraceful method of stripping him. As the blonde pulled his underwear down his thighs, they had a completely free view of his shaft, which was full of blood and quivering with desire on top of his scrotal sac, the soft light brown hair framing the base. Lucy smiled at him when he glanced her way, Penny was obviously admiring his package and Francesca had put her hands over her mouth and nose in apparent amazement. She looked as though she’d never even seen a naked guy before.

Red-faced and flustered, Anna withdrew to her place on the couch. “What did I ever do to you?” she asked Francesca as she wiped the pre-come from her face with Jonny’s underwear. She forgot her own nudity below her waist briefly, allowing her legs to fall open when she relaxed back on the couch so that Jonny had a stunning view of her tender folds, which were already slightly wet. Then she realised the free show she was giving him and like him, she placed her hands over her crotch, flashing him a smile to say that she had seen him more closely than he had seen her.

“Jonny,” said Lucy.

“Okay,” said Jonny, rubbing his hands together gleefully. “So what’s it to be?”

He looked around: Lucy in just a pair of socks, jeans and whatever else she had underneath, Penny with a white lacy bra and blue denim shorts hiding her panties, Anna with her white tank top over a bra, and nothing else bar the socks that all the girls had on and finally Francesca, who had somehow escaped with all her clothes on – baggy white chinos and loose pale blue blouse.

Jonathan wanted to get Francesca to take something off – badly wanted to, in fact. But he found a frog in his throat when he tried, and also found himself blushing. Why was he blushing still? He hadn’t blushed when Anna had removed his briefs with her teeth – it was just when he had to talk one on one with Francesca that he choked up.

Instead, he told Penny to remove her shorts, which she did quickly and efficiently, not complaining, just standing, slipping them off, then sitting back down. She was clever – she knew that if she just did it pronto, without whining, it would be over and forgotten. Underneath her denim shorts, she had very high-cut white lace panties – Jonny would have said thongs if he’d been able to see behind her. He knew he’d like to see more of those. Maybe next time.

“What’s your question?” Lucy asked.

“Oh, yeah,” he said. “Uh…Penny: which part of your body do you like to touch most when you masturbate?”

“Ha!” Anna laughed at her raven-haired friend.

“Between my legs,” Penny replied.

“More specifically?” he asked.

“No, no,” Lucy said, “it was a valid answer.” Jonny sank back, disappointed, as the redhead excitedly perched on the edge of her chair, saying: “my turn, my turn!”

“Wait, I need to go pee,” Penny stood up.

“So do I,” Anna admitted.

“Okay, we’ll have a little break,” said Lucy, “I guess I could do with it, too.”

Jonny was glad he hadn’t drunk as much beer as the others: he could stay exactly where he was, without exposing himself any more. No doubt the next few hours would call for a fair bit of exposing, but for now he was glad to be sitting where he was. The only trouble was that he was now alone with Francesca, and forced to make conversation. It wasn’t often he had to sit alone and naked opposite a girl he really had a crush on. He felt suddenly very awkward.

He did get a good glimpse of Anna, however, as she passed him to head up to the bathroom – and also Penny, who was wearing thongs after all, giving him a nice view of her pert behind.

“Aren’t you a little cold?” it was Francesca who broke the silence. 

“A little,” he admitted.

“You’ll have to be careful of shrinkage,” she giggled. 

“How did you get away without stripping?” Jonathan asked, changing the subject.

“Nobody asked,” she smiled, and the ice between them seemed to have melted. 

“Well you won’t last much longer,” he smiled back at her.

“You only have one turn a round – you won’t be able to strip me very quickly.”

“The others’ll notice how well you’re doing.”

“You looking forward to that?” she pushed out her chest and wiggled her hips, seeming to have grown a whole load of confidence – no doubt inspired by the number of beer cans she had emptied.

He was picking up a little confidence of his own, “isn’t it obvious?” he said, briefly lifting his hands to show her the fully extended pillar of strength between his legs.

“Mmm…” she said, as though she had been presented with a wonderfully sweet Italian pistachio ice cream. “I wish I could tell you to do a few things to me,” she said, her speech slurring very slightly, “but it’s against the rules…”

“Well, perhaps another day,” he said provocatively.

“Is that a promise?” she asked. 

“Of course,” he said, “we have all vacation to do whatever we want to…”

“I can’t wait,” she said, clapping her hands together. “I’m going to get another beer – want one?” she hopped up and skipped towards the kitchen.

“No thanks,” he said, enjoying the plateau of lubricated sobriety that he had reached. He noticed that though she had fairly loose clothing, her chinos were fairly tight around her behind: wrapping around her curves. His eyes locked there: she was stunning, there was no denying it.

Anna returned then, holding her hands over her pubic mound but still giving him a healthy glimpse of her cute behind. Jonathan found it very difficult to conceal his erection while sitting there: it was just too large to just keep under his hands and he had to push it down between his thighs. He slightly envied Anna, who had it fairly easy, but it was getting to the stage where the girls were beginning to get drunk, so he wasn’t so shy about showing them.

“Hope you two haven’t been breaking any rules while we’ve been away,” Anna said, and caught a beer that Francesca threw her before she sat back on the couch.

“’Course not,” he said as Penny and Lucy came from the kitchen with their own fresh beers.

“My turn,” Lucy announced as they sat down and the company was reformed. “My question: Anna, have you ever put a foreign object inside you to get off with?”

Anna laughed this time, as did everyone else: it was getting to that drunken stage where dignity was no longer the primary imperative. Jonny felt he might want another beer, too, but he didn’t particularly want to get up in this state.

“I tried it with a banana once,” she said, “it wasn’t very good – the end was all hard-edged and nasty.”

Lucy laughed especially hard, but then turned to Francesca. “You’ve gotten away with a fair amount tonight, haven’t you Frannie?”

“Huh?” the petite blonde knew what was coming, and her face dropped.

“Go on,” said Lucy, “take off your chinos.”

Francesca sighed and stood up, unfastening her fly button and drawing down the zip. She looked briefly at Jonathan, who winked at her knowing that what he had predicted was coming true, then pushed her chinos down her thighs and over her knees. Underneath, Jonathan caught sight of her underwear before she rapidly withdrew back to the couch: she had a pair of soft white cotton panties with tiny pale pink strawberries forming a pattern. She had an exquisite v-shaped mound, and before she sat down, he noticed a small patch of moisture soaked through the thin material.

Now it was Penny’s turn, and she quickly told Francesca to remove her blouse.

“Hey!” the young blonde exclaimed, “is this some kind of conspiracy? Have you guys teamed up against me?”

“Maybe,” Penny grinned, “you have got off lightly so far.”

Francesca pouted, but began unfastening the buttons of her blouse. Taking it off, she was forced to push out her chest as she drew it over her shoulders and threw it behind her. She had sweet, firm little breasts snuggling in a soft cotton bra that matched her panties. They could see her hardened little nipples pushing against the material. Nervously, she fiddled with the end of her golden ponytail once again, silently wishing that Jonathan wouldn’t look at her quite so much.

“What’s your question, Pen?” Lucy asked.

“Uh…can we have some food sometime soon? I’m starving.” They all chuckled, the tension of a possible killer question being entirely dispelled.

Lucy looked at her watch, “well, I suppose I could rustle up some nibbles. You guys continue on without me.”

The ginger haired topless teen got up and ventured into the kitchen. 

“Okay,” said Penny, rubbing her hands together.

“Hey, you’ve had your question, Penny,” Anna pointed out, “my go now.”

“That is so unfair!” the raven-haired beauty exclaimed.

“That’s the way it goes.” The short-haired blonde grinned. “Okay, while Lucy’s away, I want to ask Jonny: what was best and worst about Lucy in bed?”

The other girls laughed at the question, peering at Jonny as gossip Queens desperate for scandal. 

Jonny shrugged, “I haven’t had anyone to compare her with,” he said.

“No excuse,” Penny said. “Tell us.”

“Well…worst, I’d say…well, the fact that her mother is engaged to be married to my father, so we can’t go out with each other.” He looked at them, and they all seemed impressed at his diplomatic answer. 

“And the best?” Francesca asked – she seemed pleased when Jonny mentioned that he couldn’t go out with Lucy.

“The best…hmm…” he decided to up the pace of the proceedings, a wicked smile growing on his lips. “Well, the best thing about Lucy in bed is…” The girls were concentrating on his lips avidly. “The best thing for me, anyway, was going down between her legs and tasting her.”

Three loud gasps were all that greeted Lucy as she came back into the room carrying a tray full of various foods. 

“What gives?” she asked, placing the tray that was stuffed with fruits, chips, nachos and things on the coffee table beside the couch.

“Jonny was telling us what the best and worst thing was about you in bed,” Penny told her.

“And?” Lucy prompted.

“Not your turn,” the black haired girl wagged her finger at the redhead.

“My demand still,” Anna reminded them, and they all waited for her to decide. “Okay,” she said, “I’ve got one. I want Jonny to rub his face between Frannie’s legs for a full minute.”

6

“Hey!” Francesca shrieked, holding her knees together tightly. The three other girls shared conspiratorial glances.

“Go on Jonny,” Lucy told him, and he sank down on his knees in front of the timid blonde.

He laid his hands on her firm little thighs, and looked her straight in the eye, the corner of his mouth curling up in a smile. She peered down at him, smirking to show him that she could see his hard penis staring up at her. Jonny knelt up, placing his hot erection between her knees – everyone had had enough surreptitious glances of it already, there was no point hiding it any more, and he knew from Lucy’s comments that he definitely had nothing to be ashamed of – the effect of it touching Francesca’s bare knees was electric: the surprise made her suddenly open her legs, much to the amusement of her friends.

“It can’t be that bad, Fran,” Anna said as Jonny took advantage of the breech in the shy blonde’s defences and lowered to her thighs, touching his cheek against her hot flesh.

“I have a timer,” Lucy announced, “I’ll start it as soon as you begin Jonny – but don’t stop, or I’ll stop the clock.”




The New Playmate's Friends



“Fine,” Jonathan said, and looked up at Frannie’s face, smiling at her horrified expression. 

“I’ll tell you when to stop,” Lucy said.

He had such a wonderful view. Her skin was so perfect, soft and flawless, her aroma tantalising his very soul: a mix of her perfume, which was a completely exquisite vanilla scent like the most expensive ice cream, and the muskiness that came from his proximity to her damp panties. Her soaking cotton covered mound was right there in front of his face, so close he could see the individual threads that made up the material. A few golden pubic hairs strayed out from the edge of her underwear, and when she shifted down to give him more access to perform his mission, her panties accidentally shifted to reveal a few more straggling wisps. 

Jonny hooked his arms under her thighs so that her legs dangled over his shoulders. Then he moved to place his mouth on her softly moist underwear. He felt Francesca flinch at the contact – had she ever had someone else touch her there before? He somehow suspected that she hadn’t. He felt the raw heat of her pussy through the thin material, and the sodden material against his skin. 

Her aroma was intense: the strong musk of her arousal laced with her sweet vanilla, a heady mix that made him want to bury his face in her and lap up her juices. His hands found their way to her cute behind, gripping her gently yet firmly to aid himself in pressing his face down on her wet panties. He began to rub his lips up and down the depression in her underwear where the heat and moisture was strongest, that valley that betrayed her tender young pussy.

As he did so, he had no concept of time, just the sound of her deep breathing and soft moans as he grazed his mouth along her cotton covered slit and up her mound, brushing over her most intimate region. Unknown to his audience, he allowed the tip of his tongue out and was able sample her delectable flavour. She flinched as she felt his hot mouth and tongue caressing her through that thin cotton, and her moaning became considerable. But it was not to last. There was a tap on his head, and he broke away from his ministering to the sweet little blonde’s needs.

“That’s a minute,” Lucy told him, and he was forced to sit back in his armchair. 

Francesca stayed still, her legs still wide apart, displaying her wet cotton-clad crotch to all concerned, still getting her breath back. Jonathan couldn’t help but look: she was beautiful, and he wanted more. He could smell her still, her juices cold on his skin as they evaporated. He licked his lips and tasted her salty spice. She opened her eyes and lifted her head from the back of the couch and looked straight into his eyes, a hungry fire in her stare.

“Your turn, lover boy,” Anna said, with a little envy in her tone.

“Well…” he said, not wanting to make Francesca do anything because he was still a little embarrassed at how strongly he felt about her, “I think Lucy shouldn’t be wearing those jeans.”

Lucy frowned, but stood up and did her thing, whipping down the tight Levis and rapidly stepping out of them to reveal yellow cotton thongs underneath, nicely clinging to her mound. 

“Question?” Anna demanded.

“I want to know,” Jonathan asked, “if Anna’s ever had sex with more than one person at a time.”

“Why me?” Anna looked outraged. “Just because I’m not particularly quiet, doesn’t make me the group slut you know.”

“Well? Have you?” Jonathan asked.

“Not yet,” she gave a cheekily provocative grin to him.

The five of them were now tucking into the food as they continued, helping themselves to the fine feast Lucy had prepared. The redhead told Anna to remove her white top – bringing her substantial cleavage out into the open, bound only in a black cotton bra that accentuated her luxurious shape. Lucy’s question was to Francesca, asking whether she had enjoyed feeling Jonathan’s face between her legs. She had flushed deep crimson before gently nodding her affirmation.

Penny revelled in making Anna remove her bra so that the brash blonde was now completely nude bar a small pair of white ankle socks. Jonathan found his eyes drawn to her stiff pink nipples, imagining plunging into them – but was then asked if he’d ever considered fooling around with another guy.

“No,” he said earnestly, “I’ve never really thought about it – too busy thinking about women.”

The girls giggled, and it was the naked Anna’s turn. Naturally, off came Penny’s panties – but out of revenge, Jonathan again had to remove them for her – this time with his teeth. He got a good glimpse of her jet-black hair covered mound, and as he endeavoured to remove the garment, he even got a taste of her tender slit, sweeping his mouth down her glistening pink folds. Not quite as nice as Francesca, he decided – but that could have possibly been purely psychological.

The girls then took another toilet break after Anna asked Jonathan if Lucy swallowed when she went down on him, and he had replied in the affirmative. This time, Jonny was left on his own as all the females vanished upstairs, and he found a nice little bowl of strawberries to attack.

The girls all eventually returned, Lucy in her sexy yellow thongs, Penny with her white lacy bra and two hands covering her crotch, Anna with only a pair of socks, who had given up trying to hide herself by now and Francesca, with her full underwear set. 


It was the petite blonde’s turn. “I want Penny to put Jonny’s penis into her mouth for a full minute,” Francesca demanded, raising the stakes once again. Lucy and Anna cackled like witches at Halloween, and Penny at first gasped and put her hands over her mouth in surprise. But then she shrugged and went for it: dropped down on her hands and knees to crawl over to Jonathan’s seat. 

The other girls all gathered round to make sure she didn’t cheat, and they saw that Jonathan’s penis was only semi-erect after the break. Penny stooped down and with one hand, peeled back his foreskin and placed the glistening purple bell of his cock in her mouth. The other three schoolgirls laughed and cheered at their friend, and it wasn’t long before Jonathan’s cock was fully engorged inside her mouth. He closed his eyes to fully savour the feeling of her hot mouth around the end of his penis, and had to fight the urge to move within her – but the pretty black-haired girl was played it by the book, not moving an inch, just resting his cock within her cheeks, her tongue languishing against its underside.

“That’s a minute,” said Lucy, and they all sat back down again. “Question, Fran?”

“What did it taste like, Penny?” Francesca asked, her face blushing a little.

“Mmm…” said Penny, “hard to describe. Soft, I think – I know that sounds dumb, but it tastes soft, like unsalted butter, but also creamy and with a little edge of…something…I don’t know…devilish. You’ll love it, Frannie.”

The petite blonde blushed a very deep crimson and took a large swig of beer. Jonathan’s turn: he asked whether Anna had ever masturbated in front of anyone before, which she shook her head at, and then, to move things on a little in the nudity department, he told Lucy to take off her panties. Lucy did so, exposing her cute little cherry curls and cheekily tossed her underwear to Jonathan. 

“Add to your collection,” she said, and he replied with a smile. For her turn, she told Francesca to remove her bra – which she did, and Jonathan got his first view of her beautiful little breasts, which may have been small, but had great definition and poise, and was peaked by the most tender, pink, kissable nipples. Lucy asked the topless blonde how far she had ever gone with a guy and poor little Francesca blushed a little again and was forced to confess that she hadn’t really ever gone as far with anyone as she had with Jonathan that day: kissing him and allowing him to rub his face in her crotch. 

“But we haven’t even started yet,” Lucy chuckled, and Francesca smiled at Jonathan and the rest, clearly slightly embarrassed, hiding one of her nipples with her long golden ponytail that dropped down to her lap.

Penny’s turn, and she said: “Jonny, take off Frannie’s underwear – you know the drill.”

Francesca groaned, but since she was the only one there now with any panties on, she knew it was coming. Jonathan sank down beneath her again and repeated his trick – he was becoming an expert at using his mouth to remove panties – but since it was Francesca, he was much slower and more tender with his removal, and made sure that when he pulled the front of her underwear down, he pressed his head against her so that his face ran down through her golden pussy hair, letting his lips and tongue pass through her succulent pink labia. She tasted magnificent, and he breathed in her wonderful aroma while he was at it. A brief moan escaped her lips as he finally allowed the garment to fall to her ankles, but it was heard by only herself and Jonathan.

Eventually, he returned to his seat, but before dropping Francesca’s little panties to the floor on his pile of the schoolgirls’ underwear, he pressed them quickly to his nose, inhaling her exhilarating scent once again, drawing in her syrupy vanilla fragrance and that underlying muskiness. Lucy was the only one watching him as he did so, and she gave him a wink to show him she’d seen and knew what he was thinking.

Penny’s question was to ask Jonathan if he’d ever tried to perform oral sex on himself. He had laughed with the girls, asking them which male of the species hadn’t? Before the noise died down again, he had said that after one attempt, he knew it wasn’t going to happen and had never tried further. Anna made Penny remove her bra so that they were all now without any clothes – save for the ankle socks that the girls wore. 

Jonathan felt a slight twinge in his bladder, and excused himself after answering Anna’s question in the negative as to whether he had ever had anal sex with Lucy. He slipped up the stairs to the bathroom and took a leak, thinking all the time of the amazing situation he was in. Downstairs were four naked schoolgirls, all edging towards getting him to do everything with them. 

He cleaned himself up and quietly went out onto the landing, crouching to spy between the banisters at the nude teens in the living room below. He watched them for a little while as they carried on without him. He couldn’t hear their questions, but could see what they were doing. As he watched them, he couldn’t help stroking his hardening penis. He found his gaze increasingly fixed on the petite, pretty blonde, Francesca. She really was stunning. Even when Lucy had to spend a full minute fondling Anna’s substantial breasts, Jonathan was looking at the puff of gold between little Frannie’s tender white thighs. 

He had to stop himself before he went over the edge after he watched Francesca doing a handstand, flashing her little mound in the air for all to see. He managed to calm down a little while the girls just nattered and tucked into the various tasty foods. 


Eventually, he descended the stairs again, an act that made it impossible to hide his erection. The girls cheered as he came down, and he found that it was in the middle of Francesca’s turn, and the little blonde was about to tell someone to do something. 

“Okay, here’s what I want,” she said, her mousy voice quiet again as though she was plotting something. “I want Jonny to take ten of the plumpest strawberries in that bowl there,” they all looked at her closely: especially Jonathan, who just knew she’d take them all up another level. She seemed quite an imaginative, provocative girl – and that was something that really stoked up the embers within him. “I want him to take some nice juicy strawberries…and one by one, dip them in Anna’s vagina, then eat them.”

7

A surprised silence descended on the group. Jonathan looked at Anna, who had drawn her knees up under her chin: inadvertently showing off her pussy in her defensive act.

“I’m going to get you, Frannie,” Anna said to her fellow blonde.

“You have nearly a whole round to wait before then,” Francesca elbowed her and laughed. 

“Come on, then,” Penny and Lucy were loving every minute of Anna’s humiliation. Penny picked up the bowl of strawberries and offered them to Jonathan.

“You know, it’s going to get a lot worse than this,” Lucy told them. 

“We’re going to need some more beers,” Francesca got up and rushed out into the kitchen, her little pussy and then cute behind drawing Jonathan’s eye as she went. 

As Jonathan settled down on his haunches in front of Anna’s knees, accepting the bowl of fruit from Penny, the petite blonde returned with an armful of fresh, chilled beer cans that she then proceeded to hand out to everyone. Anna popped her can open and took a huge swig, then leaned forward to put it down before accepting the inevitable, and opening her legs.

Framed in darkish blonde hair, her pink labia were closed up, though undoubtedly moist. Jonathan looked up at her face, and she seemed trapped in two minds: she was still very excited and obviously loved playing this unorthodox game, but though she was ordinarily a very forward extrovert, she was still unsure about both displaying herself and performing sexual acts in public. Still, they all had to face that from now on – especially Jonathan, who being the only guy there, would be called on to do more than anyone else. He found he was no longer worried – they’d all seen his cock now, countless times, and thanks to Lucy, he had enough underlying sexual confidence to know that he wouldn’t make a fool of himself.

Jonathan leaned forward, resting the weight of his upper body by gently placing his arms on Anna’s thighs. The blonde had folded her arms over her breasts, but looked over them down her body to what he was doing. Close up, the air was full of the scent of her arousal, and when he placed two finger either side of her slit to part her labia, he found a hot stickiness to her velvety flesh that announced that she was very turned on.

As he gently opened her pink petals with one hand, he took a blood red strawberry with the other, then pressed it into the hollow between Anna’s slippery labia. He heard his audience quietly giggle, and Anna flinched slightly at the contact with the fruit. Jonathan coated the strawberry in Anna’s juices, then popped it into his mouth, biting it away from its green stalk. The first thing he tasted was Anna’s emission, slick on the surface of the fruit. It was slightly salty and tangy, but when he crushed the fruit in his teeth, the strawberry flavour dominated. 

He repeated the trick with the ordered ten strawberries, dipping them into her pussy to give each one a glossy coat of her juices. As he ate, the girls watched his face, curious as to his reaction to the taste. It was unseen to them, then, that while biting into his second fruit, he dipped a finger into her vagina, coated it with her juices, then for the rest of his strawberry extravaganza, he pressed it down on her clitoris: making it look as though he were only putting his hand there to hold open her pussy. 

Anna clearly liked what he was doing, and gave him a slight smile as he looked at her during his third fruit. 

Eventually, though, it was over, and Francesca wasted her question asking him if he had enjoyed it. 

So it was Jonathan’s turn again. He was getting a little more confidence about talking to Francesca, so he managed to ask her what turned her on most. 

“At the moment?” she asked, her voice slightly slurred from the alcohol, “You, Jonny.”

The other girls all giggled, and Jonathan felt his ears burn. He glanced at Francesca, who blew him a drunken kiss, then decided to divert attention away from his blush by making a demand. He said: “I want Penny to put that banana inside her vagina as far as it’ll go.”

Shrieks of laughter, especially from Anna.

Penny picked up the fruit from the coffee table and opened her legs as Anna just had. Penny’s pussy was nestled in a thick wedge of black hair, but her labia were smaller than Anna’s, and already open, her pinkness inside glistening and pale in contrast to the surrounding hair. Penny looked at Anna and said, “well if you can do it, Anna, there’s no reason why I can’t!”

Anna smiled, knowing it was a fair cop: she had admitted to doing the same in the real world. They all watched the raven-haired girl place the long, yellow banana to her pussy, then very slowly, fraction by fraction, she pushed it into her, moving it in circles to get it coated in her lubrication as it went in. Eventually, it stopped, with an inch or two protruding.

“There we go,” said Penny.

Jonathan couldn’t help but stare – it was quite a sight seeing Penny’s little pussy stretched around the phallic shaped fruit.

“My demand, my demand,” Lucy said quickly as Penny withdrew the fruit from her vagina, “I want Jonny to lick off the banana.”

Jonathan groaned, but shrugged and leaned forward to take the slippery yellow fruit from Penny. He sat back on the edge of his chair and darted his tongue over the banana. 

“My question,” said Lucy when he put it down, “who tastes better – Penny or Anna?”

“Well,” he replied diplomatically, “I didn’t get to taste an awful lot of Anna – the strawberries were too strongly flavoured. So from that I’d have to say Penny.”

“Thanks Jonny,” Penny winked at him and nudged Anna at her winning another battle. Anna flashed back a ‘you may have won the battle but you haven’t won the war’ kind of look. “I think it’s time Lucy did something,” the raven-haired girl said. 

“What do you want me to do?” Lucy asked.

“Get some Nutella,” Penny said, “and spread it all over Jonny’s penis, then lick it off.”

Lucy had to go back into the kitchen to find a knife and the Nutella, but in no time the little redhead was kneeling down between her mother’s new fiancé’s son, picking up his hard penis in one hand and spreading it with thick chocolate spread with the other. The other girls whooped and cheered as she started licking Jonathan’s erection. She licked the bottom two-thirds of his cock clean from the base upwards, and he couldn’t help moaning quietly and closing his eyes as he leaned backwards. Then, suddenly, he felt the tip of his penis engulfed in her hot mouth, and opened his eyes to find her bobbing up and down on his rigid shaft, her tongue swirling around his penis as she sucked up the chocolate, much to the other girls’ delight. 

Jonathan was worried he might go over the edge, but Anna stopped in time, the chocolate finished. She placed the Nutella on the coffee table with the other food, and sat back down in her armchair, her face flushed from the activity and smiling at the others. 

“What’s your question?” Lucy asked Penny. “I want to ask Jonny if he has any friends from school as sexy as he is.”

“Well, Jonny?” Lucy prompted him.

“I don’t know if they’re sexy,” he protested. 

“Well I think you should invite someone else along as well, next time,” said Penny, “then there’d be more cock to go round.”

“Pen, you’re a closet minx!” Lucy laughed. “Anna’s turn.”

“Okay,” said Anna, “this one might take a little time.” They all looked closely at her as she looked at Francesca, revenge in her eye. “I want Jonny to take Frannie up to the bathroom and shave her pussy.”

8

“You’re kidding!” Francesca cried out.

“No I’m not,” Anna smiled, “I can demand anything, and you have to do it.”

“But – “ Francesca said, but she knew it was useless.

Jonathan stood up, ready to go, his penis at half-mast and quivering in anticipation of what he would be doing. Francesca groaned, but stood up and took his hand. 

“Don’t do it too quickly,” Lucy told Jonathan as he passed her, “take your time, Jonny. It’ll hurt her if you go too fast.”

He nodded, and led the petite blonde by her hand to the stairs.




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“We’ll inspect you afterwards,” Anna called as they climbed towards the landing, “make sure you’ve done it properly.”

He followed her into the bathroom, then closed the door. It was Francesca who locked it. Locked in a tiny bathroom with the most gorgeous creature he had ever met, not a stitch on either of them. Jonathan’s cock leapt to full strength. 

“How are we going to do this?” she asked, facing away from him, towards the bath. Her voice sounded sad, showing that she was clearly worried by the prospect of what could happen to her.

Jonathan moved behind her, touching his cheek to hers over her shoulder, reaching round her to hug her tight and press his hard shaft against her soft flesh. “Don’t worry,” he said into her ear in little more than a whisper, “we’ll sort something out.”

She closed her eyes and pulled his arms up so that his hands held her soft, firm little breasts. He coaxed her nipples in his fingers and thumbs and kissed her cheek, breathing in her irresistible fragrance of sweet white chocolate.

“Is it going to hurt?” she asked, in between little moans from Jonathan’s treatment.

“No,” he said, and broke away from her to lean over the bath and put in the plug before turning on the taps. “If you soak it for a while, it’ll be easier to do,” he said. 

She nodded and he stood up and held her again, this time looking into her eyes and running his fingers behind her head, pulling her to his mouth. They kissed, and he felt her hands slip down his back to his behind, pressing him close to her body so that his hot erection pressed into her stomach.

He broke away from her, slightly breathless from the passion between them. “I’ll need you to lie down first,” he said, “so I can cut off some of the longer hair with some scissors – it’ll make it easier.”

“Okay,” she said.

“Wait, I’ll get you some towels to lie on.” He turned and went to a nearby cupboard, which he opened to find it stuffed with clean towels. “There we go,” he said, pulling out an armful.

“Jonny, I’m worried,” she said, as she laid out one towel all over the floor and then dumped a heap of others to form a pillow.

“Don’t be,” he said as she lay down on the floor and he checked the bath water level. “If we do it right, you’ll hardly feel a thing,”

She bent her knees upwards and spread her legs, and he got his first full view of her beautiful naked pussy. Jonathan found a pair of sharp nail scissors in the cabinet above the sink, and knelt down between her legs, ready to use it. “Now, try not to make any sudden movements,” he warned her.

She nodded, and he began to snip away at her golden down. As he did so, he breathed in her wonderful fragrance of vanilla and arousal, and he ran his other hand over her hot flesh to steady himself. She was truly beautiful, right down to her tender pink petals glistening in the light. She didn’t have too much hair between her legs anyhow, so it didn’t take long to snip it away leaving just spiky tufts over her mound and either side of her labia. It looked slightly odd, but he knew she was going to be exquisite when it was all done.

“Okay,” he said, “that wasn’t too bad, eh?”

“I suppose not,” she smiled at him, that uncertainty still in her eyes.

“Time to soak it for a while,” he said, moving away so she could get up and climb into the bath.

“You know,” she said, as he turned off the flowing water and tested it for temperature, “no one’s even seen me like this before – let alone…touched me…”

“Temperature’s fine,” he said, and she lowered herself down into the tub.

“Are you going to come in here with me?” she invited him.

“Uh…oh…okay,” he didn’t need to be asked again, climbing over to sit behind her in the bath: a tight, snug fit but so sexy to have her sitting between his legs like that. He put his strong arms around her and began to softly kiss the back of her neck as his fingers slowly swept up to enclose her firm young breasts, flicking her tender nipples with his fingers.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered into her ear and her lips curled into a warm smile.

She let out a quiet moan as he coaxed her breasts with his hands while nibbling on her ear lobe. The end of her golden ponytail tickled his erection, so he pushed it to the side. He felt better than he ever had before: drugged by her sweet vanilla perfume, addicted to her velvet skin, dependent on her warmth and the pure chemicals between them.

“Come on,” he said, “we better get going or they’ll think something’s up.”

He climbed out of the bath and she followed, closing the lid of the toilet so that she could sit on it. Jonathan pulled a can of shaving cream out from the cupboard next to the sink as well as a few new safety razors. He looked up at her and smiled reassuringly. She returned the smile and began to actually relax as he coated her nether regions in white foam, gently spreading it with his fingers.

“We’ll have to wait a moment,” he said, “so the hairs soften a bit.”

“Okay,” she said, and her noticed a slight tremble in her body.

“Nervous?”

“A little. I guess I’ve sobered up.”

“Hmm, and lucky for you: so have I.”

“You know when we get down there again, the girls will have been drinking even more?” there was a hint of a warning in her eyes.

“Probably,” he agreed.

“And that means it’s going to get seriously dirty,” she giggled.

“Definitely.” He stroked her breasts and nipples gently as he waited there between her legs.

“Jonny?”

“Yeah?”

“You think…after this…we could…you know…get together?” there seemed to be real fear in her expression.

Jonathan smiled, “I’d love to.” 

She grinned, “you know, I’ve never even had a boyfriend before? Not a proper one.”

“Well I’ve never really had a proper girlfriend before – just Lucy, and she’s…well…almost family, I suppose,” he said, “but are you going to be all right with me fooling around with your friends down there?”

She ran the fingers of one hand through his hair, “they’ve been waiting for this for weeks,” she said. “Besides, they’re my friends…and anyway, I’d quite like them to know what I’m going to have as my first boyfriend.” She giggled, her eyes looking down at him with unconcealed adoration. “We just won’t start going out until after today.”

“Okay,” he grinned, “it’s time…”

Francesca was surprised just how gentle he was as he swept the razor over her most personal area. He only shaved any particular patch twice: once with the grain to remove the majority of the hair and once against the grain, which he said would give her the closest shave. Every now and then he would rinse off the blade in the warm water of the bath, and twice he got new razors so that he was using the sharpest possible blade. 

And the feel of his warm fingers all over her pussy was divine as he checked he was not missing any areas and guarded her sensitive slit from any accidental wandering of the blade.

Finally, all done, she got back into the bath and allowed him to cover her in soap and wash the whole area. 

She finally stepped out and there wasn’t any hair at all that wasn’t sprouting from her scalp. She looked absolutely spectacular. Before the two of them unlocked the door, however, and headed downstairs to the whistles and catcalls of the drunken girls, Jonathan rubbed moisturiser all over the sensitive region he had just shaved. Francesca just adored the delicate attention he was giving to her, and when she went downstairs holding his hand, she felt that the odd hairlessness between her legs was becoming more than a little wet and sticky.

“Show us, then,” Anna said, “show us you didn’t cheat.”

“How was it, Frannie?” Lucy asked as the giggling eventually subsided and the petite blonde took her seat opposite Jonathan.

“Fine,” she said, and opened her legs to allow them to inspect her. 

“Jonny was like an expert.”

“Hmm,” Anna capitulated, leaning over to inspect her school friend’s smooth pussy “no hairs there – very well, well done Jonny.”

“Now it’s my turn,” Francesca declared.

“Uh…by the way,” Lucy said, “we’ve decided to do away with the official questions: we want to speed things up a little. So just make a demand, Fran.”

“Okay,” the blonde nodded. “I want Penny to masturbate in front of us for a full minute.”

Penny, Anna and Lucy were quite badly affected by the drink, so Penny seemed fully happy to spend a minute with her legs open before them, running her hands down over her breasts to languish between her thighs, writhing and squirming for that full minute. She was beginning to pant as she rubbed her palm against her vulva, slowly starting to gyrate her hips. At one point it almost seemed as though she didn’t know they were in the same room as her.

Watching her fingers dancing with her pussy lips and tangoing with her little clit, framed by her dark bush, Jonathan’s penis was rock hard between his legs. It was an odd experience being there with four naked schoolgirls – especially with one of them touching herself so explicitly in front of them - and in his increasingly sober state, it was becoming even more surreal.

Next up was his turn, and he simply asked Penny to continue masturbating – but this time using the banana she had earlier slid inside herself. It wasn’t long before the raven-haired beauty was screaming out the first orgasm of the day, her slender body shuddering through the climax. 

Then it was Lucy’s turn, and she told Anna to sit on Jonathan’s face for a full minute. He looked at Francesca, and she smiled at him impishly. He slid to the floor and lay down as the extrovert blonde stood up over him. When she lifted one leg and stood directly over him, he had a view right up her legs to her vagina, and as she knelt down over his head, he found himself breathing in her intimate scent, which got stronger and stronger with her glistening folds getting closer and closer to his mouth.

She gasped as his tongue first came into gentle contact with her swollen little bud, swirling around the tiny pink button in a circular motion that sent shockwaves through her body. She pressed herself down so that her oozing sex was all over the lower half of his face. She shifted her position slightly and his tongue darted in between her pussy lips. He was rewarded with the sudden intense tangy flavour of her arousal. 

She gyrated her hips as he lapped at her hot juices, teasing her clitoris with his nose as his tongue delved into the depths of her sensuality. But then prematurely it seemed, time was called and there was to be no peak for the blonde schoolgirl.

Penny’s turn next: “Now,” she said, “I want Jonny to go down on Fran for a minute and then tell us if we girls really would get more oral sex from our boyfriends if we shaved our pussies.”

It was as though a bonfire had just been lit inside him: this was what he’d been waiting for. Looking at Francesca, it seemed that she had been waiting for it, too. She looked thrilled at the prospect. He got up and knelt between her legs as her school friends looked on. 

Slowly, he lowered his head between her legs and inhaled her scent. So incredibly sweet and intoxicating: it drove him wild. He kissed her soft inner thighs, then ran his mouth up to her hairless mound to get his first real taste of her succulent little pussy. She was delicious, so tangy and fresh. He ran his tongue all over her soft labia, flicking her clit, and darting into her vagina.

Yet in what seemed like no time at all, Lucy announced that the minute was up. Slightly disappointed, Jonathan was forced to sit back down in his armchair. As he did so, he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and then licked his hand to take up the rest of her tantalising juices.

“So aren’t you gonna answer the question?” Penny asked him.

“Huh?”

“Tell us if we girls really would get more oral sex from our boyfriends if we shaved our pussies.”

“Well,” he thought about it for a moment. It certainly had been a more pleasurable experience for him not to get hairs in his mouth during the process, and it had meant no interruptions for removing hairs from his mouth. “Yes,” he said earnestly, “I think you probably would get more oral sex if you had no hair to get in the way.”

“Okay,” said Anna, “my turn. Now I know for a fact that Frannie here has never even had an orgasm before. So I want Jonny to give her the first one. Right now.” There were gasps all round, especially, it seemed, from Francesca. “You can do it however you like,” Anna said, “but if she doesn’t come, you don’t stop.”

9

Once again, Jonathan knelt down before the petite blonde, gently parting her knees to gain admittance to that beautiful pussy. He smiled up at her, and she returned the emotion, and then spread her legs fully. He leaned in, reaching under her legs to pull her crotch towards him for easier access. He began kissing all round her exquisite mound, revelling in the smoothness, the heat and that syrupy white chocolate scent. 

Then his tongue was once more between her labia, lapping up her nectar as it squeezed into her flesh. Much to the delight of her friends, Francesca let out a clear moan, sighing at the irresistible sensations flowing through her body as he began to focus on her little burning clitoris.

His fingers reached her tender pink slit that was already so very wet, and two fingers slipped inside her young, hot vagina, seeking out her inner topography, finding her most sensitive point and kneading it gently to spur on her heavy breathing and soft moans.

It all became a little much for her then, since she hadn’t experienced anything like it before, and the pent up need that had been building up throughout the day was suddenly released in an enormous burst of energy. Her moans became more like desperate yelps and her legs visibly trembled as she was overcome with the colossal power of her first climax. She pulled Jonathan’s head into her to squeeze out the feelings, and his tongue took up her oily emissions, the teenager not wanting to lose any of that wonderful ambrosia.

“Oh my God,” said the little blonde, releasing Jonathan, “that was so incredible.”

Jonathan felt warmth flood through his bloodstream knowing how he had made her feel. He quickly cleaned up her pussy with his mouth – an easy thing to do with no hair getting in the way. 

“Oh shit,” said Lucy, “I think I hear Mom’s car.” 

10

“Okay,” Lucy took charge, “everyone grab your clothes and beer cans and head upstairs.”

They all scooped up their abandoned clothing – Jonathan taking the small pile of female underwear he had kept – as well as any traces that they had been drinking and rushed upstairs. The girls all went into Lucy’s room, but Jonathan thought it would look more innocent if he was in his own room. He stashed his collection of the schoolgirls’ intimates under his bed – they could go commando with no harm done. 

He was just slipping his t-shirt on again when he heard the front door open and close, and Emma called for them.

He left his room at almost the exact time as Lucy – though all her friends stayed put – and they went down to greet her mother, explaining that they had drawn all the blinds to watch a scary movie. 

“Your friends all okay?” Emma asked her daughter as she took off her coat and hung it up on one of the pegs by the front door.

“Fine,” she replied, “we’ve had a great day.”

“You had a good day too, Jonny?” Emma asked him.

“I have thanks,” he said.

“You’ll have to invite your friends round some time, Jonny.”

“Yes,” Lucy gave him an expression that added a hidden sexual meaning to her mother’s suggestion, “you will, Jonny.”

“Your friends staying for supper, Lucy?” her mother asked her.

“Is it okay if they sleep over tonight?” the young redhead asked. 

“Of course,” Emma smiled, “we’ll just call their parents to let them know.”

The other girls came down then, as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened that day. They all sat watching television for a while as Emma rushed around the house getting various things done. Anna, who was wearing her turquoise skirt, mischievously flashed Jonny a few times, flicking up the pleated garment to show him her golden bush and pink labia. But the mood was very obviously muted now Emma was back. It wasn’t long before Jonathan’s father returned home and they all had a light supper.

“We’re going upstairs,” Lucy said after their food had settled a little. The girls all got up and headed for the stairs. “You coming, Jonny?” she asked, and he nodded and followed.

“Don’t stay up too late,” Emma called after them, “it may be the vacation, but it’s not healthy to stay up late.”

“We won’t,” Lucy replied, as the rest of them filed into her room. “I think we’re going to the Mall tomorrow, so we’re going to get some early sleep.”

“Good,” said Emma, and it was clear from her look that she didn’t want anyone to come down and disturb her fooling around with Jonathan’s dad. 

Up in Lucy’s room, the girls all sat on her bed and Jonathan sat in the chair next to her computer. They all seemed to have sobered up and looked a little uncertain as to what they should do. Lucy wasn’t at all uncertain. She stood next to the door and suddenly, her hand went to the light switch and the room went completely dark. There was a little surprised reaction form the others, but Lucy didn’t turn the lights back on. 

“Okay,” her voice came out of the darkness, “the light stays off. I’ve locked my door, so we’re safe from interruption. With no light coming under the doorway, mom will think we’re all asleep anyway. Everyone has to take off all their clothes, right now. Then Jonny has to lie on his back on my bed. The rest of us will manoeuvre around each other to take advantage of him. Sounds like a good game?”

They all murmured excitedly. Jonathan was suddenly nervous again. But the darkness seemed to put him at ease, and as he heard the others pulling off clothing, he stood up and followed suit. There wasn’t a lot of room in there, and as he made his way to the bed, he knocked into a few soft, female bodies in various states of undress, and they chirruped at the contact with his nudity.

“Jonny, you ready?” Lucy asked as he made himself comfortable, full outstretched on the bed. 

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” he said.

The first thing he felt were hands: four pairs of hands, sweeping over his body, mapping out his topography, sounding out where he lay. Then two pairs of fumbling hands closed around his hard penis and cupped his balls gently. Another pair of hands grasped his head, and suddenly he was locked in a passionate kiss with who he knew to be Francesca: he could smell her exquisite vanilla perfume as she kissed him. The two girls that were fooling around with his genitals were now using their hot mouths. He felt them sit astride his feet, wedging his toes in their wet little pussies. He did his best to move his toes inside their heated, moist vaginas, but they were soon gyrating their hips to take control. He felt a smouldering mouth engulf the tip of his penis and moaned as he kissed Francesca. The other girl down there was licking around the base of his erection and taking his sac into her mouth. 

But where was the other girl? As he was wondering this, he ran his left hand through Francesca’s hair, then down underneath her to find her velvety breasts. As he began to massage them, flicking her nipple between his fingers and thumb, he felt someone take hold of his right hand. A hot female body sat on the bed up against his chest, putting his right hand between her legs. In a moment, his fingers were seeking out her moisture, and using it to coat her clitoris and her tender labia.

“Touch my pussy,” Francesca whispered to him as she broke off for a moment. He found that in the position she was in, he could reach down with his left hand and replicate what he was doing with his right hand on the petite blonde as she kissed him. 




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“Let me taste you,” he said to her as they came up for air once again.

“Right now?” she whispered.

“Right now.”

He felt her climb onto his chest, her legs either side of him, then she delicately touched down to press her hot, hairless pussy to his lips. He opened his mouth and she flinched at the contact of his tongue on her dripping vagina. She was so wet – and he could instantly tell that she was the wettest of the four schoolgirls currently using him as a communal sex toy. Her juices were all over her smooth vulva, and dripping down his cheeks as she rocked herself against him, holding his head like a rodeo rider held the saddle of a leaping horse.

All four teenagers were moaning as they used him, but as Jonathan attacked Francesca’s pussy with his lips and tongue, her moans became very loud. She was urged to quiet down by her school friends, which she somehow managed. 

Jonathan was in heaven, with one girl using his hand almost to masturbate with, two girls grinding their pussies onto his toes while seeming to take it in turns to bob up and down on his cock. Francesca came with a powerful shudder as her emissions flowed into his mouth. He loved her flavour, her scent: it drove him wild. 

Francesca moved off after a while, and he heard her talking to the girl at his right, which turned out to be Penny. The raven-haired girl lifted his hand out of her lap, and Francesca took her place. Penny climbed onto his chest and leaned down to his head.

“Make me come just like that, Jonny,” she whispered into his ear, then moved up to mount her own pussy at his lips.

Penny’s pussy was not quite as wet as Francesca’s had been with to begin with, but soon made up for lost ground. Her pussy was framed by hair, which Jonathan had to avoid getting in his mouth, but nevertheless he loved it. Her fragrance was muskier than Francesca’s: pleasant, but stronger, with just a little flowery perfume to sweeten it. Her flavour wasn’t quite as delicate as the petite blonde, either, much more tangy and salty.

He really had to control himself to keep from coming into whoever’s mouth was currently around his hard erection, but he didn’t find it too difficult. Then the two girls on his legs moved. One of them moved round to his left hand, and mirrored the position Francesca had taken up on his right, picking up his left hand to place it between her legs. 

The other girl, who he assumed to be Lucy since he thought she would be the one to have the confidence to do it first, moved up and slid his rock hard erection slowly into her slick pussy. As Penny ground her wet vagina onto his mouth, Lucy took up a rhythm on his cock and the other two used his hands to manipulate their own genitals. Things couldn’t get better than this: four schoolgirls all over him. 

After a long while, Penny built up to a colossal climax, pressing her clit against his nose as his tongue penetrated her burning pussy, brushing her bush against him as she went over the top, pressing his head into her as she shuddered on top of him.

And so it went for a long while, the girls rotating around taking turns at his hands, on his face and on his erection, and it went on for a long, long while. Yet Francesca avoided his penis: she moved from his hand to his face several times that night, but only the three other schoolgirls ended up sitting on his hard cock. He could always tell where the sweet little blonde was, because she was the only one with a completely smooth pussy, and he was slightly disappointed that she wasn’t following her friends’ leads. Nevertheless, it was an amazing time: orgasms firing off so frequently it seemed like a sexual firework display in that dark bedroom. 

Jonathan was only human, of course, and no tantric master, so several times that night he found himself exploding inside heated tightness, releasing his hot come inside one or other of the three teenage vaginas. But when he did so and the girls moved round again, whoever it was that was posted at his crotch used her mouth to slowly bring him back up to hardness.

At last, with all four bodies bathed in perspiration and a cocktail of four schoolgirls’ pussy juices and a schoolboy’s creamy semen, Jonathan came inside Anna’s little pussy, and though he came hard and powerfully, almost nothing seeped out of his penis. He was completely spent. Anna came with him that time: it had been going on so long that it had become easy to send the girls over for another orgasm. Francesca was on top of his mouth, and she came as well when Jonathan gently sucked her clit. The other two also sensed the finality of the moment, and used his fingers to send themselves to their final peaks too.

And five bodies collapsed on that bed, in a heap of satisfied exhaustion.

11

Some minutes later, Jonathan made his way back to his room, creeping along the hallway to avoid being seen by his father or Emma. On the landing, a quick glance through the banisters down to the living room made it clear that neither would have noticed what was going on upstairs. They were in passionate embrace on the couch. 

Jonathan slowly got ready for bed after a very quick shower, and climbed into bed – without bothering to put any clothes on – with the day’s events burned into his mind. What a day. 

So powerful were the thoughts going through his mind, however, that Jonathan found he couldn’t get to sleep. His energy seemed to return, and as he thought about what had happened, he found his penis swelling once again. He felt slightly annoyed: if the rest of the vacation turned out like the bit he’d already been through, he was going to need as much sleep as he could get.

He tossed and turned for what seemed like ages, hearing Emma and his father head off to bed, and still could not get to sleep. 

He was beginning to get a little annoyed, but then he heard the handle on his bedroom door turning. The door slowly edged open, and someone slipped inside. In the vague light from the streetlamps outside coming through his curtains, he could see who it was.

“Jonny, you awake?” the petite blonde, Francesca whispered.

“Yes,” he replied in a similar whisper.

“Do you mind if I…if I…”

“Not at all,” he pulled the covers back to invite her into his bed. She climbed in and the air around him was filled with her sublime vanilla scent. She ran her hands all over him in the darkness and was a little surprised at his nakedness. She herself was wearing a long soft cotton nightshirt. 

He ran his hands through her hair. She had let it down now, releasing it from its ponytail, and he adored the silkiness of it in his fingers. They kissed for a long while, like lovers reunited after a long break. He pressed his hard penis between her legs and she circled her hips to rub herself against it. 

“Jonny,” she said softly, “I want you to do something for me.”

“Anything,” he said, “I’d do anything for you, Frannie.”

“I…I couldn’t do it in there…not in front of all of them. I just couldn’t…”

“I understand,” he said reassuringly, stroking her cheek gently, “don’t worry – no one will think any less of you. I certainly don’t.”

“But I did want to…I just…didn’t feel it was the right place.”

“Of course,” he kissed her gently.

“But,” she said, “we can do it now if you like. I want it to be you, Jonny, you are so amazing and…and I’ve never felt this way about anyone before…Jonny…will you take my virginity?”

To Be Continued…



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Leo grinned at the naked girl opposite him, trying desperately to think of raw liver and horrible things to keep his cock from springing up inside his underwear.

"I've got a pair of threes," Anna laid her cards down, smiling yet fairly certain she'd lost. 

"Three eights," Penny grinned, laying down her cards, her heart hammering inside her chest with the kind of nervousness she'd not really experienced before. To her surprise, a small piece of her mind thought that if anyone should get her panties, it would be good if Leo did, but this sentiment was stifled by the horror that he was going to end up winning and leaving her naked with nothing at all.

"Three queens," Leo placed his cards down on the table and smiled at Penny. Penny's eyes widened and her heart went down in flames to the pit of her stomach. 

She now had nothing.





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She scratched an ear as she thought, and then the answer literally struck her. Earrings. She was wearing earrings! She'd completely forgotten about those.

"Look," she said, tucking her golden hair behind her ears, "I can raise you with my earrings."

She took them off, and felt a tickle of excitement run through her as she felt a slight breeze on her bare breasts. What did Charlie think of her? Did he find her attractive? She so very much hoped so by now.

Charlie chuckled. "Then I'll just throw a couple more dares on the heap," he said casually.

It was back to Anna again. Already.

Now she really did have nothing to bet unless she handed Charlie the chance to be dealer. That was just too much. It was time to quit, for the good of the game, if nothing else. At least she wouldn't have to do any dares, anyway.

With a slight groan, she dropped her cards on the table. "Go on, then," she said, "you win."

There was a fair bit of laughter around the table as Charlie cheered and stood up to pull his winnings towards him, quickly hiding his erection with the nearest object – which happened to be Anna's crimson sweater. Mmm... she thought, Charlie's cock against my sweater...very nice.

But now the situation had moved far from the start: all three girls were now naked around that table, and although Leo still had three items of clothing, Charlie had everything else. And it was time for dares.

"Dares time!" Anna grinned. She might be naked now, but she still got to pick Penny's dares. "You've got three dares to do, haven't you Penny?"

"Yeah," the black-haired teen nodded.

"Wait up," Charlie said, having pulled his boxers, t-shirt and chinos back on to cover his nudity. His stash of clothes really was huge now. "I get to choose dares for Penny and Lucy, don't I? Since I have all their clothes?"

Anna smiled, "yeah, I suppose you do."

"And..." he said, "I also have all your clothes now, don't I, Anna?"

Anna's smile faded. Damn it. "Just out of interest," she said, "what cards did you have?" 

The blonde schoolgirl had got back all their cards except Charlie's hand, and now she flipped his cards face-up. A five, a seven, a two, a queen and a six. Absolutely nothing like her hand had been. 

"Oh my god!" Anna cried. "I would have won!" 

"Should have just asked to see my cards," Charlie grinned. "Too late now!"

"I'll get you, mister!" she said.

"Can't wait," he smiled back.

"Come on, you two," Lucy said, "let's get on with these dares, huh? It's nearly time for some food, anyhow."

It was getting towards lunch time, she was right.

"First, redeem Penny's dare papers," the red-haired teenager said. "Over to you, Anna."

Anna, as dealer, had to choose. 





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He saw the muscles in her legs tense, and then suddenly she was sinking down, her knees hitting the deck either side of his head, her pussy rushing down towards him. Oh God, look, it was incredible. Her hot thighs pressed against his ears now, but only a few inches from his mouth, Anna's sweet vagina loomed in full Technicolor. He could smell a tangy, musky scent as he looked up at her, those moist petals seeming to draw his lips with the most irresistible temptation. 

"Ready?" he heard Lucy's voice. He could feel Anna trembling slightly: what did she think about this? Was she as excited as he was? If it was true that girls got wet between their legs when they got aroused, Anna was certainly pretty aroused. He looked up, craning his neck to see over her mound and up between her breasts. 

"Ready?" Anna's eyes met his, and he noticed a slight timid look there. 

"Uh-huh," he said brightly, trying to make her feel at ease with the situation. 

"Two minutes, Luce," the blonde said.

Then, delicately, she touched down. Locking his head between her thighs, she nestled her folds of pink silk gently against his lips, her wetness cool against his face, yet all the same burning fire from the heat of her raging desire. 

Charlie couldn't believe it. His cock was so hard he thought it might burst through his chinos: his lips were now soldered to the edges of her vagina, this divine beauty the like of which he had never known before. Her scent was all around him: he breathed nothing but her spice, and it made him feel like he never wanted to breathe anything else again. 

How did she feel? He could see the puff of elegant gold on her pubic mound, but not much more, and he did wonder whether she was sitting astride him in joy or in revulsion. He tried to turn his head, to see what the others were doing – could they see him there, see the connection between his mouth and her pussy? He thought not.

He sensed a subtle shift in her posture then. She was gyrating very slightly, so that the movement wasn't visible, but he could feel it through his lips. She was pressing her wetness to his lips in a way that a girl simply wouldn't if she wanted to get away from him. His whole face seemed covered by her moisture, and more kept seeping down to him: there could be no doubting she was aroused. 

Would such a situation ever occur again in his life? Would he ever come so wonderfully close to such an exquisite beauty again? He thought not – he wasn't one of the most skilled in the art of attracting the opposite sex. 

He had to experience it all: if he never tasted such a dish again, at least he could say he had tasted it. He took the risk then, his fingers crossed that she would not jump up suddenly and scream with horror, leading to his forcible eviction from the house. His lips parted and his tongue slipped out between her succulent folds.

He thought he heard a sigh – or a moan – but to the glory of everything that was beautiful, she did not jump up, did not scream out, did not rebuke him for his action. On the contrary: her hands closed around his head, her weight pushed down on his mouth so that his explorative tongue was drawn ever deeper inside her to sample the tangy spice within. 

"One minute!" came the call, but he hardly heard it so tight were her coltish thighs over his ears.

One minute, two minutes: time was so brief: he had to have more, had to have his fill of her sweet sauce, had to heard more of that soft moaning that the others might not have heard, but was certainly not of his imagining. But time, as in all moments of bliss, raced onwards. 

"That's it!"

She did not move away straight away, though. She didn't jump up as soon as time was called, and there was Lucy's voice again, urging her blonde school friend to rise from his face now. 

At last, she did so. As she arose, she looked down at him and their eyes connected once again. This time, however, there was awe in both their gazes, and a chemical bond that would not be severed despite their parting.

The room was quiet now, as they both returned to their places. Allegiances were being made, the game was no longer strictly free for all. Anna looked at Charlie, while Penny looked at Leo, both couples wondering what the future had in store for them. 

But there were more dares to carry out first. 

"One more for Anna," Lucy broke the silence. "Come on, guys – this is getting way too serious."

"Uh...yeah..." Penny said. "Uh...Anna...you have to...let's see...I know. You have to go down on Charlie for two minutes."

The alcohol was now provoking outright courage, and Anna now did not hesitate. She moved to Charlie once again, who sat back on the couch, and knelt between his legs. She looked up at him now, while he looked down, his cock still hard as stone with the sight of this nude siren, her face adorned with an affectionate smile that lightened up her entire demeanour to angelic heights.

Now her nimble fingers flickered over his fly, and then before he could take in the mind-blowing turn of events he'd become involved in, her face dropped, so that he could see only a mass of gold in his lap, before his penis was suddenly enveloped in the most intense heat, yet such blissful softness. 

He felt her hands fasten around the shaft of his cock even as her lips closed around its end. And the pretence of inaction no longer seemed necessary or appropriate: she wasn't just going to take his cock into her mouth for the relevant time span – no, slowly at first her head moved down, her tongue swishing and swirling around his sensitive hardness, her lips caressing him as she moved up and then down once again, setting up a rhythm that would allow no way back.

The others watched in wonder as the blonde schoolgirl bobbed carefully up and down on Charlie's lap: now their fun and games really had traversed into determined pleasure-seeking. 

But before the two minutes were up, Charlie's control weakened, and fully slipped: the pretty blonde was just too good, he couldn't help himself. With a quiet groan, his burning oil surged up through his penis and filled her delicate mouth. Yet she did not stop – in fact, she strengthened her ministrations, her tongue keeping the flow of his seed running towards her swallowing throat. 

It would seem, in fact, that the timing was perfect: there was sufficient seconds remaining for Anna to clean up his penis before withdrawing, a satisfied, mischievous grin on her face.

An air of quiet excitement seemed to hang in the air now, but it was broken by – of all things – the doorbell. 

"The pizza!" cried Lucy. "Charlie – you've got clothes on: you'll have to deal with it."

"Wait," Penny said. "You have your dares to do, Lucy."

"Huh?" Lucy asked, fear creeping into her tone.

"Yeah," Anna said, "you do, Luce."

"And I think you should answer the door as you are: without any clothes," said Penny wickedly, "and ask him for a kiss, too."

"If I do that, that counts for three dares," Lucy said, and the rest of them all agreed before getting out of sight.

The ginger-haired teen grabbed some cash and went to the door, opening it warily at first, in case it wasn't the pizza guy. It was. She swung the door fully open and watched the shocked expression bloom over his face.

"Uh...pizza?" he stammered, his eyes flicking down with real incomprehension at this naked nubile teenager standing before him.

"Yeah," she smiled, "how much do I owe you?"

"Uh...uh...twelve dollars?" he said.

Lucy took the pizzas from him and turned to place them on the small table by the door. She felt flushed all over at this experience, but kind of excited. The pizza guy really wasn't very attractive, but it was pretty thrilling to be naked like this in front of a complete stranger. She thought perhaps she might be able to do it without all that beer in her system, but hell, you're only young once!

She handed him a twenty dollar bill, then waited for him to find some change. As he fumbled around his pockets, his eyes were crawling all over her, from her slender legs up to the small cherry tangle over her pussy to her pale breasts – he was really drinking this free show.

"Uh...here you go, Ma'am," he said, handing her the right change.

"Great," she said. "Do I get a kiss with that?"

"Uh..." 

Leaning forwards, she put her arms around him and kissed him full on the lips. The position in which he was in put his hands down in front of him, and as she kissed him, she found her dripping pussy connecting with his fingers. A brief moment, and she felt one of his digits slip inside her, which came as something of a surprise, but she supposed she couldn't blame him.

"Hey hey hey, naughty boy!" she grinned, taking a step back. "Thanks for the pizza," and then she closed the door leaving the poor guy completely baffled.

The others sprang from their hiding places, all laughing and asking her what happened. She told them what he looked like, how he reacted, and that he had touched her.

"And he had really rough fingers," Lucy said. "Not my type at all."





The New Playmate's Surprise



1

It had been a fairly miserable day so far for a Saturday – and it was nearly over, too. The vacation was nearly over, for that matter – this was the last weekend but one before she would have to go back to school. And where were her friends? None of them were answering their phones, it was like they were avoiding her or something. It was enough to make Lucy sigh pretty heavily.

And where were all her friends? It was pretty obvious: they were with their new boyfriends – Anna with Charlie, Penny with Leo and Francesca was no doubt with Jonny. Jonny, the son of her mother's new fiancé, who had been living in the same house as her for a few weeks now, and had started out fooling around with her, not Francesca. Jonny, the handsome sandy-haired boy who had such an incredible ability to make a girl come.

She couldn't be angry at any of them – even though it was basically her who had set all of them up - they were her friends, and they were good people, they deserved each other and they were good together. But that didn't help her out at all. While they were all out fooling around, she was left here in her bedroom, watching cable. 

And damn it, since those guys had all gone off together, Lucy had become so horny. Why couldn't Jonny have invited just one more of his classmates over to fool around? Some hunk who could have latched onto her and spent all his time making her feel good?

Perhaps she should have been more aggressive. She should have flirted more outrageously with either Leo or Charlie. She should have pressed herself on them a little more, rather than sitting back and letting them connect with Anna and Penny. Then maybe she'd be lying here with Leo, the strong, athletic blond – or even Charlie, the bookish but sweet brown curly-haired boy. Either would have been preferable to this, lying on her bed on her own.

She could have been lying there with a man between her legs, perhaps running his mouth through her small patch of red pubic hair to envelop her sensitive clit in his hot mouth. Or she could have been looking up into his beautiful eyes as he slid his hard cock into her tight, wet pussy, gliding inch by inch inside her to slowly fill her and satisfy that burning need. 

Instead, she was lying here, her loose skirt drawn up as she caressed her own pussy through her soaking panties in front of the television. And she wasn't even watching it – she was just lying back, her mind drifting back to the past weeks, especially to the time she'd spent with Jonny. How had she given that up? 

It made sense, what with her mother marrying his father. But it had been so good with him. That glint in his eyes when she flirted with him, the way he held her, his calm voice calling her name...

"Lucy!"

"Lucy!"

Oh shit, that was him! The young redhead jumped up from her bed, smoothing down her skirt and hoping against hope that she didn't look as though she'd just been touching herself – which was, of course, what she had been doing, so there was no way she'd look like she'd been doing anything other than...

"There you are!" 

He pushed his head round the door. God. What if she jumped on him now? Swore she'd never tell Francesca, it'd just be their secret, just unzip him and slide his hard cock inside her... 

No, she could never do that to Francesca. 

But damn, did she need a man. 

"What's up?" she asked, trying to sound calm.

"Get changed!" he said, all bouncy and happy and not at all frustrated. "We're going out tonight!"

2

On the way over to Francesca's house to pick up Jonny's girlfriend, Lucy just could not get Jonny to tell her where they were going. She'd dressed up in some brand new things – a soft little pink crop-top, cute little black skirt that was shockingly short, new shoes and new underwear – hey, you never knew, huh? But she didn't have a clue where they were going.

They talked about other stuff – how Jonny was getting on with Francesca, what it would be like Jonny having to go back to his all-boys' school and Francesca back to the all-girls' school, that kind of thing. But not about what they were going to do that evening.

It was kind of cold out, too – neither of them brought a coat. Lucy hoped they were not going to have to go far outside. Thankfully, Francesca's house wasn't too far away. It was a big house – they had a driveway to walk up and everything. But then Francesca's parents were both doctors. 

Jonny pressed the door bell, and they waited out in the darkness.

"There's lights on – must be somebody home," Lucy said as Jonny pressed the bell again. 

"There is," Jonny said. "It's a big house, though – maybe it takes a while to answer the door."

Then, at last, the door opened.

"Surprise!" 

The cry was so loud, so many people – Lucy was quite overcome. Jonny grinned conspiratorially. Inside Francesca's front hall, there were loads of people.

"What the hell..." Lucy was aghast. Everyone was here – all her friends, Jonny's friends and more. It looked like their whole class from school – and, she guessed, Jonny's class from his school.

"What do think we've all been doing all day?" Francesca greeted her with a hug and a smile as Jonny closed the door and the party got back into full swing – plenty of beer and punch about, Lucy noticed.

"My God, it's fabulous! I thought I was going to spend these last couple of weeks all on my own!" Lucy said.

"Definitely not, girl," Anna said as she hugged Lucy. "There are literally dozens of single guys here – you are going to get yourself a man. Tonight!"

Lucy felt a slight twinge of nerves – God, would she? She hoped so.

"But first, you have to take off your shoes – both of you," Francesca said to Lucy and Jonny.

"Huh?" Lucy said, but did so anyway.

"Because," the petite blonde explained, "this is a strip party!"

"Strip party?" 

"Yeah – Penny came up with the idea. Every half hour, everyone has to remove an item of clothing. Those who can't face it have to leave the party!"

3

The petite blonde dragged him up the grand staircase to the upstairs landing, and, walking close behind her he could see flashes of her pink panties as they climbed to the upstairs landing. With every step, Jonny felt his cock growing harder and harder, his heart beat quickening along with his breathing: excitement build with every step closer to what was about to happen. 

"Come on!" Francesca urged him as they dashed into her bedroom. 

"Why the rush? We've got time, haven't we?" he asked, trying with difficulty to hide a smile that resulted from having such a beautiful girl so desperate to have sex with him.

"Twenty minutes," she said, pulling him into the room and all but slamming the door behind them. "In twenty minutes I have to go round taking another item of clothing from everyone."

"Ah, I see," he said. 

The blonde perched on the edge of the bed, and Jonny could already see her hardened nipples through her crop top, pushing against her top and her bra with real need. She parted her thighs, giving him another, less fleeting view of her little pink panties, on which he could already see a damp patch.

"Well?" she demanded seductively, and he almost winced at just how delicious she looked, feeling his penis fighting against his underwear for space.

Without a word, Jonny dropped to his knees in front of her and began to kiss his way along her thighs. Francesca leaned back on her hands, closing her eyes and letting out a quiet moan as the handsome boy approached her burning need, caressing her inner thighs with his soft lips.

"Mmm..." she purred as she felt him touch her panties for the first time. "You always know what I want, Jonny..."

He grinned briefly before resuming his exploration between her thighs, stroking her cotton-covered crotch with his mouth and nose, breathing in her intoxicating scent of arousal and vanilla perfume. The little blonde's panties, pink with a large red heart situated directly above her clit – as if to show him the way to go – were saturated with her juices now. Holding onto her thighs, Jonny opened his mouth and pressed his tongue against her smouldering sex, tasting through her underwear and provoking her into a louder moan as the heat of his mouth connected with her pussy.

"Oh please... please..." she whispered unnecessarily, her new boyfriend – her first boyfriend – running his tongue along her moist groove, restricted only by the thin barrier of her panties.

Jonny looked up at her as he continued to tease her through her underwear. She was so beautiful, her lithe teenage body, her sweet face, that long, golden hair, which was tied in a long ponytail tonight. He felt so lucky being here between her legs, allowed to enjoy her like this. Her very presence stirred his soul - her incredible beauty, her exquisitely feminine scent, the thrillingly tangy taste of her arousal. Nudging aside her panties to reveal her little hairless mound and her glistening soft pink folds.

"Oh God..." she moaned as he tasted her from the source, kissing his way to the edge of her labia before dipping his tongue in her vagina. 

Far off, in the distance, he could hear the noise from the party down below – it was a good one, it seemed, plenty of people, loads Jonny knew and even more he didn't. He could tell this would be a really unifying event for the guys in his class – and the girls in Francesca's and Lucy's class at their school.

But right here, right now, this was the place to be, wedged between the slender thighs of the prettiest girl in the house, kissing and licking her dripping pussy, lapping up the nectar from her heavenly vagina, nuzzling into her perfectly shaven crotch as she ran her delicate fingers through his hair, encouraging him with ever more urgent moans. 

Jonny pressed two of his fingers either side of her clitoral hood now, slipping his thumb into the slippery warmth of her tight little vagina, and now ran his tongue across those fingers, hearing her gasp as she felt the texture against her clitoris. They only had twenty minutes, after all, and time always flew when Jonny found himself lapping at the pussy of his beloved. Through the fumbling explorations of the first few weeks of their relationship, he had found that this got her to a powerful peak quicker than any other method.

As his tongue grazed her sensitive little bud, his fingers keeping the pressure at just the right level, his thumb caressed her inside her pussy, gliding into, then out of her burning tightness, stoking the fires within.

He felt her begin to go, loving the feverish moans that built almost into screams as she climbed towards her ecstatic peak. Her whole body was trembling now, as the tremendous surge of energy blossomed within her, and a sudden shudder announced that her orgasm had reached ignition, and it was all systems 'go'. 

She let out a soft, but forceful and high-pitched cry as she was overcome by her vigorous climax. It was incredible, a violent shock of pleasure that was so all-encompassing and powerful that it felt like she'd never had a proper orgasm before, though of course she had had plenty before, the best ones in the last few weeks with Jonny.

Jonny slipped his thumb out of her pussy so that he might taste her once again before they tidied up. He licked the juices that flowed from her vagina, and as he cleaned her with his soft tongue, he looked up and his eyes met those of Francesca, smouldering and satiated as they were. 

"My God, you're amazing," she said breathlessly. "I live to serve you," he grinned and rose to his feet as she replaced her panties across her throbbing pussy.

"Mmm... sounds like you could do with a little serving, too," Francesca smiled herself as she reached forward and touched his rock-hard erection through his pants.

"But I think our twenty minutes is up," he said a little gloomily.

"Yeah? Well maybe a little later then..." she stroked his hardness as if making a promise. "But now, I guess I need to make sure everyone takes off the next items of clothing... take off your socks, Jonny!"

4

Downstairs, Lucy was having a good time, fooling around with Penny and Anna, Charlie and Leo. It was obvious to all what Jonny and Francesca were up to, but Anna explained that the two of them had been setting up the party all day, and had been waiting hours for a bit of quality time together.

But down here, the music was good, and it was kind of cool having loads of other people there, too – Lucy found that a lot of the girls in her class were actually pretty cool people when she got talking. And the free-flowing beer and punch helped lubricate the conversation, of course.

As the grandfather clock in the entrance hall struck nine, Francesca came down to ask everyone to remove their next item of clothing – socks mostly. Lucy's petite blonde friend looked distinctly flushed – it didn't take much of an imagination to work out what she'd been up to that past twenty minutes or so.

Jonny followed his girlfriend downstairs, feeling more than a little frustrated since the past half hour or so was still running through his mind, and the fresh taste of his girlfriend's arousal still on his lips. Inside his pants, his hardness was almost teasing him: still here, Bozo, what're you going to do about it?

Lucy was curious as to how this whole strip party was going to work. ShHe hadn't ever heard of it being done before – Spin the Bottle, sure, Dare, sure, Strip Poker, all been done, but this, this was all new as far as she was concerned. Francesca certainly had a good imagination to come up with this one – who knew that the previously fairly shy girl had it in her? Being with Jonny was definitely changing her, giving her more confidence. 

Some of those present at the party were looking distinctly nervous. Socks weren't a big deal to remove, but Lucy guessed they were realising that this evening was going to get more and more difficult as every half an hour ticked by. In a way, Lucy was a little nervous, too – excitedly so, but nervous all the same. So many of these girls she really did not know, and there were a lot of guys around she didn't know, either. 

But the thing was, they were all in the same boat – they all had to get as naked as each other. And those who were really uncomfortable about it could simply go home whenever they liked – Francesca had made that clear. 

Some of the girls had to remove nylons – and there were wolf whistles as they did so, and some flashes of underwear from some of the bolder types as they lifted their skirts to remove the items. 

"Hey, how's it going?" she asked Jonny. 

"Hey, not bad," he said with a grin. 

"You and Francesca joining the party now?" 

"Well..." he said, not quite knowing what to say. 

"A little later – we have something to take care of first," Francesca sidled up beside him and overtly patted his hard cock through his pants. "I owe Jonny a little something," she said with a mischievous grin. "But then, we'll be down again."

"What happens after everyone's lost all their clothes?" Lucy asked.

"Some special games," the petite blonde said, with the kind of tone that suggested that perhaps the games she was referring to were not going to be all that straight forward.

"Yeah? What kind of games?" Lucy asked.

"Well, let's put it this way, they'll be pretty wild," Francesca giggled. 

5

Upstairs again, Jonny followed Francesca towards her bedroom once more, but on opening the door, found it occupied. Francesca's raven-haired friend Penny was on her knees in front of her new boyfriend – Jonny's friend Leo. The large, athletic boy was sitting on the edge of the bed in almost the exact same position Francesca had been sitting earlier, as Jonny had tended to her moist vagina with his mouth. Leo was leaning back, his head tilted backwards and his eyes closed in bliss as the dark-haired girl took his erect cock in her mouth.

Francesca and Jonny took a silent step back, closing the door carefully without alerting their friends to their presence. 

"Guest bedroom," Francesca whispered with a smile, and they went on down the corridor.

In the next room, the guest bedroom, they had no luck either. Inside, they found Francesca's blonde friend Anna standing by the dresser with her purple silk panties around her ankles. She wasn't alone, either: Jonny's friend Charlie was standing behind her, his hands reaching round and underneath her top, coaxing her shapely breasts as he penetrated her from behind. 

Francesca seemed to want to stay, but Jonny pulled her back, closing the door. The little blonde girl grinned again – just teasing – and led him further down the hallway.

"The master bedroom," she announced, and thankfully it was empty.

"Damn it, I know none of us have been in relationships long..." Jonny said with a chuckle.

"Well..." Francesca said, closing the door to ensure their privacy, "I guess they saw you and me heading off before and got the idea..."

She unzipped his pants and reached inside to retrieve his hard cock. 

"Help yourself," he said, feeling ripples of warm pleasure settling through his system as she touched him.

"So what do you fancy?" she asked, putting on an innocent little-girl-lost expression. "A little of what Penny was offering – or should we follow Anna's example?"

Jonny reached forwards to touch Francesca's breasts through her top, then reached underneath her top to caress those soft little mounds that fitted snugly in his palms.

"How about a little of both?" he suggested.

"Mmm..." the blonde schoolgirl purred. "I was hoping you'd say that."

6

It was already a pretty wild party – even before the party games were to begin. Something about the concept of a strip party meant that those who weren't brave enough, and those without sufficient self-confidence didn't stick around. And those who did stick around, particularly after the next item had to come off – people's tops – tended to be the more attractive types, and anyway, they were giving themselves extra courage by drinking large amounts of beer or punch.

The next item was the first really revealing one: Francesca came round with a real glint in her eye asking for people to remove their tops. Lucy could tell she'd just made it with Jonny again. Lucky thing. She had that post-orgasmic glow on her face, unmistakable. But, maybe Lucy would meet someone tonight – there was certainly no shortage of attractive males about, now removing their tops to reveal the kind of chests a girl would really like to rub up against. Especially that dark-haired guy talking to Charlie over in the corner, who was kind of quite and calm, but made her tingle inside whenever she caught a glimpse of him.

Lucy did her bit, taking a swig of punch before pulling off her top. Underneath, she had on a white lace wonderbra. It felt strange revealing herself in front of all these people – despite those who were leaving the party, frightened to go on, there were plenty left – even if it was just her bra. But she knew it would only get worse – when the next half hour came round, she would have to take off her skirt, too. The thought of that made her heart burn with nervousness and, she had to admit, excitement. Thank heavens she was wearing the kind of panties that wouldn't show her moisture, a nice little pair of white thongs. And thank heavens she wasn't wearing embarrassing big underwear! 

"Seen anyone you like yet?"

It was Anna, the bubbly blonde who had already been through some pretty wild adventures with Lucy, Jonny and Francesca. Anna had larger breasts than most, though not outlandishly large, now on display tucked inside a semi-transparent thin white bra.

"Plenty," Lucy laughed in reply. 

"I can't believe so many people are still here," Anna said. "Shows how effective this punch is, huh?"

"Yeah."

It was a surprise how many people were still here. For the boys, it was no big deal baring their chests, but it showed that Lucy didn't know all of her classmates as well as she thought, that there were so many girls around willing to stay and show their bras to so many strangers.




The New Playmate's Surprise



"It'll really start testing the brave now," Anna said, taking a big sip of punch. Her nipples were pretty much visible – hard as hard could be – so she was already being one of the brave. "Next is skirts or pants."

"You nervous?"

"Not really – I'm not single."

"So?"

"So who d'you think's gonna be playing the party games later, huh? They won't be for couples, take it from me."

"How d'you know?" 

"Well, between you and me, Francesca's got this whole idea that tonight's going to see loads of couples set up. Like, at the end of it none of the single people here will be single."

"Those that are left, you mean."

"Yeah, those that are left. So, are you going to be left?"

"I guess," the redhead said, unable to conceal a slight nervousness following Anna's divulgence of Francesca's plans.

"You've got nothing to worry about," Anna smiled, "I've seen what you've got, remember? You'll knock 'em dead."

"Thanks," the red-haired schoolgirl blushed a little.

"So, has she got her eye on anyone yet?" That was Penny, their raven-haired classmate joining them now. Like Lucy, she didn't have the largest breasts in the world, but with only a black lace bra covering them, it was clear from the furtive glances from some of the boys around them that they were shapely enough.

"I don't know," Anna said, "I think she does, but she won't say."

Penny laughed, "You know, in a way I envy you, Luce. I get the feeling it's going to be quite something tonight – you'll have to tell us all about it tomorrow."

Lucy felt butterflies fluttering in the pit of her stomach. What was going to happen later that night? For a brief moment – just a flash – she caught the eye of that dark-haired guy, the cool, handsome one talking to Charlie. He smiled – did he? Was he smiling at her? It was just a flash. Oh, but it was a nice smile. She blushed and looked away. Damn, she wasn't normally like this! When she'd fancied a bit of Jonny, she'd virtually bounded right up to him, hadn't she?

But this guy was different. Jonny was great, but this guy made her heart burn just looking at him. And underneath her skirt, her panties were soaking.

7

Charlie was kind of cool. Talking to him like this, Michael had to admit it was a shame he hadn't spent more time through school getting to know his classmates. He'd never really stopped to think it might be a refreshing change from constantly hanging out in his parents' garage with Zip, Jules and Gringo. And some of them clearly had great connections – all these seriously tasty girls – damn!

"So what sort of stuff do you guys play?" Charlie was asking.

"Oh, you know, kind of varies really. We play covers a lot when we're doing gigs in bars and so on, but we're doing more of our own stuff nowadays, too."

But talking to Charlie, he couldn't help but be distracted by the red-haired girl across the room. Wow – she was quite something. She might not have had the tanned skin like some of the other girls in the room, but those green eyes, that smile, that red hair. He'd always wondered what it would be like with a red-head. Not that he'd been out with many girls yet, but red hair was so uncommon, and seemed to hold a certain mystery on a girl as pretty as that.

Perhaps he should go talk to her, see if she was single. But somehow, though he had never had much of a problem talking to the opposite sex before, he just didn't quite feel able.

Now the hostess came around again, interrupting his thoughts. Francesca, that was her name. Kind of pretty, too – a surprising number of girls here tonight were attractive, he'd noticed – but not a patch on that red-head as far as he was concerned.

"Next item, guys!" she called, and the room came alive with a new kind of conversation – louder, more animated, excited, nervous.

"Well, here we go!" Charlie chuckled and began taking his pants off. 

"Hey guys!" It was Charlie's friend, Leo. Sporty type, but kind of cool nevertheless though he wouldn't ordinarily be the type Michael would mix with – at school or outside. Leo was already wearing only his boxer shorts, and said: "This is where it gets serious, huh?"

Michael took off his jeans, making sure the fly on his boxers was fully buttoned up – didn't want anything escaping right now. Some of the girls were taking off their skirts or pants – damn, this was serious! What an amazing night! He was standing in a room with a bunch of girls from the girls' school standing around in just their bras and panties! And some of them had even decided to take off their bras, leaving on their skirts or pants but baring their breasts completely!

He had to be very careful – he didn't want to get an erection right now, he really didn't. 

"You and Penny took your time," Charlie said to Leo. "Almost pointless you being here tonight, the amount of time you two – "

"She's kind of horny, that one," Leo grinned. "How long d'you think you and Anna will stay?"

Michael tried to look as though he was paying attention to the conversation, but he noticed that the red-haired girl was removing her bra. Oh. My. God. It was like his insides had caught fire: he had to hold his beer in front of his crotch in case anyone saw his reaction. She had taken off her bra to reveal beautiful little breasts, so pert and peaked with hard little bright pink nipples that were stiff from the sudden exposure. 

Charlie said: "We'll stay a while, I guess. You know the party games are a non-couple zone?"

"Yeah. Singles only."

Michael's ears pricked up at this. "How come?" he asked.

"You see that red-head over there?" Leo said, and Michael nearly blushed at the reference to the girl he'd developed such a colossal crush on. "That's Lucy, she's like Francesca's best friend and Francesca is desperate for her to meet someone, so there's going to be party games for all the singles left when all the clothes are off."

Lucy, then. That was her name. Lucy. Beautiful: it completely suited her. So she was single, then. Michael felt the fires inside him stoked up at this news. But it still didn't help him with the problem of how to approach her.

8

A lot of the people had gone by now, though there were still fifteen girls and twelve guys that Michael counted. 

A glance at his watch, and it that that time drawing near again. The next step would be interesting: the girls would all have only one item left, and the guys – well, they already had only one item left, so that meant... A little unfair, really, the girls had an advantage in this kind of thing, what with wearing more items of clothing.

In the kitchen, which opened on into the living room in a fairly open-plan way, he went to the fridge and got another beer, opened it and took a big swig. If he was going to have to bare all in front of a bunch of schoolgirls dressed in nothing but panties, he was going to need a lot of alcohol in his system. It was good they'd all been told they could stay the night here.

Francesca called to everyone: "Okay, girls, you have to take off another item. Guys, you have a bye to the next round, to even up the score."

A wave of relief swept through Michael: he could keep his boxers on for now. But once again, the danger was from the rising erection inside. The girls were all removing their bras or their skirts or pants now, leaving them like the boys, with just their crotches covered now. Most were in seriously skimpy panties, thongs and g-strings, however, so on the whole the boys were doing slightly better in the concealment stakes.

"Hey, how you doing?" It was Francesca, the hostess, wearing just a pair of pink cotton panties with a red heart printed over the place where her pubic hair would have been. "Michael, isn't it?"

He was a little surprised she knew his name, actually. "Uh, yeah," he said.

"You having fun so far?" she asked as she ladled some more punch into her glass.

"Absolutely," he smiled. "It's a pretty wild party – you guys are nuts to have come up with this!"

Francesca grinned. "It's funny, we were all kind of reserved about this kind of thing before Lucy got us going."

"Lucy?" 

"Oh, have you met her? She's... ah, she's over there, you see? The red-head with the white thongs. White thongs – what am I talking about? There's only one redhead here!"

"Uh... no," he said, "I don't think we've met."

"You like her, huh?" she said perceptively. Had she noticed his blush? Damn, he was like an open book. "Lucy hooked up me and Jonny – a well as Anna and Charlie and Penny and Leo. She's pretty wild, actually. She's been a little quiet tonight – I'm not sure why. I guess everyone's like that a bit tonight, what with everything!"

"I guess," he said. 

A couple of girls were leaving the party, obviously deciding it was all getting a little much. Michael detected a little disappointment on Francesca's face, but it soon passed.

"You staying for the next round?" she asked.

"Uh... yeah, I guess..." 

"Great! Plenty of single girls left!"

9

Eleven o'clock – the grandfather clock began to strike the hour, and those that were left in Francesca's house let up a jubilant cheer. The alcohol had set in, and all was set for Francesca to announce: "That's it: last item of clothing, ladies and gentlemen!"

Michael noticed that Charlie and his friend Leo had gone – with their respective girlfriends – home for the evening. Most of the couples had, in fact, though there hadn't been too many in the first place. Aside from Jonny and Francesca, it was pretty much singles-only now. That was a good thing: they were all in the same boat, now. What happened tonight would remain among them for the most part. Looking at each other to see who was left, the fifteen or sixteen of them had serious expressions on their faces for a moment, as if issuing an unspoken pledge of confidentiality.

Who it was that first made the move, Michael didn't see, but suddenly they were all doing it: stooping to draw boxers or briefs or thongs or g-strings down their teenaged legs. 

And they were naked.

Jesus. Even with the alcohol running through his veins, causing that comforting warm, fuzzy feeling, it was a big thing. Like being in a nudist colony, but none of them were confirmed nudists: it was just as strange to them as it was to him. There were a few nervous laughs, though not at anyone. Most of them held their drinks or their hands in front of their exposed crotches. Damn!

Sneaking glimpses of pussy hair here and there. Little firm breasts everywhere, hard nipples. Slender stomachs and slim thighs. It was hard to keep the old man down. 

"I can't believe we all went through with it," Michael said, as if on autopilot. But he was speaking everyone's thoughts.

"Okay, girls, put your panties in this basket here," Francesca said, pointing at one of two laundry baskets sitting at the edge of the room. "Guys, put your underwear in that one. I'll tell you why later."

They all did as they were asked. 

Francesca continued. "Okay," she said. "As you all have probably found out by now, tonight is all about setting you guys up. I'm not saying any relationships we start here are going to work out, but it'll be fun to try, huh? So here's some ground rules: you can't leave the games unless you're a couple. Deal?"

"Deal," they all agreed in unison. 

Wow. This was seriously serious. Michael shrugged, he supposed that ultimately most people this age who was single didn't want to be single. And looking around those present, none of them were exactly unattractive. Plus the influence of the alcohol: it looked like tonight could well set up a lot of couples. Eight girls, Michael counted. Seven guys – no, eight, including himself. Well, that was pretty handy. 

"But if two of you feel the need, you can leave together at any point," the petite blonde said. Jonny was still wearing boxers. Still, he wasn't part of the game, after all, so Michael supposed it didn't matter. He seemed to be moving some of the dining room chairs into the living room as Francesca laid down what was going to happen. 

"Okay, we need to break some ice here, I think, and get you girls introduced to you guys," Francesca said. True enough, it was slightly awkward, everyone standing there trying to keep their crotches covered, taking the odd slurp of beer or punch.

"So," she went on, "the first game is musical chairs. Guys, you all take a chair..."

They did so: the chairs were back to back, two rows of four. Michael sat with his hands in his lap, aiding the concealment of his penis. A glimpse either side, and he noted that the other guys were doing exactly the same. Now when had musical chairs ever been played like this?

"Girls, you're going to sit on someone's lap here, and when the music plays, you and your partner are going to French kiss. When the music stops, you move on to another guy, and go with him as the music plays – and so on."

Well, here it started. Michael shifted his cock so that it was tucked safely between his thighs. He noticed that the other guys did likewise. Now the girls came and stood by each of the guys. A sweet brunette came up to Michael, and following the example of the other girls, sat down on his lap. He couldn't help but get a seriously good view of her pussy as she did so, and he was very thankful his cock was tucked away.

"Hi, I'm Samantha," she said with a nervous smile.

"Michael," he replied with a smile that tried to be encouraging. "Wild party, huh?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "I've never done anything like this before."

He tried not to look as though he was inspecting her in anyway, checking out her supple breasts, looking down to the little triangle of brown hair between her thighs, but it was difficult not to when you had a beautiful naked girl on your lap. It was going to be a weird night. 

He wondered if he was going to get the chance to kiss Lucy. Chances were that she would pick someone before she got to be with him. Who knew? Part of the excitement that made his heart tremble was knowing that he was going to end up with someone that night, but not knowing who.

"Okay, ready?" Francesca asked them. "Then let the games begin!"

The music began – fairly slushy stuff, David Gray, maybe, Michael guessed, not bad he had to admit, especially for this romantic occasion. Samantha leaned forwards, pressing herself against him, her breasts connecting with his chest, her soft lips touching down on his. It was nice – tender, soft, wet, their tongues dancing together, exploring each other, their hands running through each other's hair, caressing their cheeks, their necks, their backs. She was wearing kind of fruity perfume, and as they kissed, he could taste the traces of punch in her mouth.

But it was all over fairly quickly. Or, at least, it seemed that way, although time had a funny way of changing speed when you were engaged in intimate acts like that.

"All move round," Francesca said.

"You're a great kisser," Samantha said a little breathlessly as she rose to her feet. 

"You too," he said with a smile. But both of them knew it was too early to go making any decisions.

Next was Sadie, who had long blonde hair and a fairly skinny body, with very little in the way of public hair. She had pretty blue eyes, which she kept open as the music began and they started to kiss. She was a good kisser, too, and her fairly large breasts were crushed against his chest as they fumbled around. She picked up his hands and placed them on her breasts, and he caressed and massaged them as they went, pinching her hard nipples as he felt the blood pumping into his cock. 

When the music stopped, and Sadie picked herself up off his lap, he noticed that her pussy lips were glistening with her moisture. Wow. These girls!

Next came Natasha, a mousy-haired girl who didn't seem to have much chemistry with him, then Vicky, a raven-haired bombshell who also made him touch her breasts as they kissed, and got so wrapped up in it that by the end Michael could feel her juices spread over his thighs.

Then Claire, who didn't really do it for him, and Katie, who was trying too hard and wasn't relaxing into it. 

Last girl but one was a certain extremely attractive red-head.

She was so breathtakingly gorgeous, however, that he couldn't get her out of his mind – and he realised he was going to have to try, otherwise his cock was going to become erect, and there would be no hiding that. But it was difficult to get her out of his head, her pretty green eyes, vibrant red hair, small but pert breasts, trim but pale figure.

"Hi, I'm Lucy," she said in a soft voice.

"M-Michael," he said, stammering slightly through the nerves. 

"Nice to meet you," she smiled and moved as to sit on his lap. "May I?" she asked.

"Sure, I mean of course," he said, feeling foolish, hoping she wasn't seeing him blush. 

She sat on his lap, and he couldn't bring himself to look at her below chin level – he was so nervous. He felt a slight tremble in her, though, through his thighs, and wondered if she was feeling the same nerves.

Then the music began, and she kissed him, and all the awkwardness between them seemed to melt away. It felt so right, so perfect. Her mouth so soft, so sweet as it explored his, her hands holding his head while his hands held hers, moving to caress each other's cheeks, run fingers through silky hair, eyes periodically opening to look at the other, wide in wonderment at the undeniable spark between them.

When it came to an end, he found himself sitting there in a daze. She lifted herself from his lap, and kissed him softly one more time before moving on. 

Sadly for Becky, the last girl, Michael's heart just wasn't in it while she was on his lap. The memory of Lucy was burned into his consciousness now.

10

"Okay, girls – take a chair," said Francesca. "Guys, I want each of you to pick out a pair of the girls' panties from this basket."

What were they doing? Like most of the other guys – those who weren't completely plastered already – Michael did his best to cover his manhood as he lined up to do as they were being asked. Why did they have to pick out a pair of the girls' panties? The girls, meanwhile, were doing their best to cover their pussies and their breasts as they sat down on the two lines of chairs laid out back-to-back. Damn, they were gorgeous – how could one school have so many beauties, one class, for God's sake?

And Lucy was still here, too. Michael tore his eyes off her as her eyes seemed to connect with his for a split second. Had she seen him staring at her? Damn it, she must think him a real idiot. He cursed that he hadn't had enough to make him as drunk as the others.

Now, here he was at the basket. 

"Pick one," said Francesca, standing beside the basket. Damn – look at her! She had a shaven pussy! Jesus, these girls were incredible – Jonathan had done well there. 

But now Michael's gaze was elsewhere: tucked away towards the back of the basket, he saw the tiny pair of white lace thongs, which he knew were hers. Jesus – did he dare take them? Would she know he had hers? What was this all about, anyway?

"Go ahead," Francesca prompted him, and blushing, he picked out the little white thongs – the panties that had until recently sat so snugly against the pussy of the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.

Quickly, hoping noone had noticed his blush, he edged away to the back of the room, his heart pounding, the rest of the guys picking out the remainder of the girls' panties. He saw a few of the guys laughing, some even taking little sniffs of the underwear they held, laughing about it but still none the wiser about what all this was about.

Joining in with their high jinks, Michael pressed the white thongs against his nose briefly, breathing in the scent of the slightly damp part that had been pressed against Lucy's vagina all night. Wow. Afraid that his cock was going to become hard as a statue, Michael tore the panties away from his face – Jesus, that was her scent – not just that sweet perfume of hers, but a musky, exotic scent that could be nothing but her arousal.




The New Playmate's Surprise



"Okay," Francesca now said, and everyone was silent, listening, curious. "If anyone wants to back out now, then fair enough. This isn't compulsory. But if you're not going to play the game, leave now."

Silence. No one left – why should they? They had somehow got through walking around with all their classmates in the nude, they were either brave – or drunk – enough to do anything. But Michael could still sense some nerves in the room – not just himself.


"Right," Francesca said, sounding bold for such a petite girl. "We're going to have a race. But this isn't any ordinary kind of race... it's an oral sex race!"

There was a collective sigh from all those present. What?

"Okay," the blonde girl went on once a little calm had been restored. "The way it's going to work is this: guys, you will go to the girl whose panties you currently hold in your hands. If you don't know whose they are, hold 'em up and ask. Then, when I fire this party popper, the race will begin. The first guy to make his girl orgasm with his mouth wins – simple as that."

Michael felt his heart burning inside him. Jesus.

"What does he win?" someone asked. Michael was dwelling too much on what this all meant to see who.

"Okay, the prize is..." Francesca said, "That he gets to spend the night in the master bedroom after all this is over – with whoever he wants, of course."

There was a whoop of excitement from some of the guys after that one.

Michael waited a moment, and after a pause to take in what was going on, some of the guys were already asking whose underwear it was they were holding. Then, the rest of the guys started asking, too, with the girls calling out as they recognised their panties. Michael didn't need to ask, but he did not go straight to Lucy. What if she refused to do it with him? What if she rejected him, completely humiliated him among all his classmates?

"Looks like you've got mine," she said as he approached her. As her eyes connected with his, it was like a bridge made of fire had joined his soul to hers. 

"Uh... yeah," he said quietly, his nerves showing through. What if she thought he had purposely remembered her panties? Would she think he was some kind of stalker or something?

"Come on, then," she said with a mischievous grin, which seemed to fill his chest with molten lead, and he felt his cock twitch dangerously. 

It felt as though he were in a dream-world. He sank down to his knees in front of her, this red-haired angel, leaving no time for any to see his cock firm up from the view she now gave him.

"I think we can win this," she said softly, boosting his confidence with the clear desire in her voice. Did she like him? Was there a chance...

"And no cheating, girls," Francesca said clearly over the hubbub of the guys settling in between the thighs of their new partners. "There's no point – and anyway, I can tell if you're faking it!"

He stared open-mouthed up at her, so beautiful, so sexy, and so bare above him, her thighs parted to reveal a small triangle of red pubic hair above the smooth pink folds of her exquisite pussy. He could tell she was slightly drunk, and he was thankful for it.

God, she was so perfect – her face so pretty with those big green eyes, kissable lips and bell of vibrant red hair, her pale skin in such contrast, her graceful curves, small, droplet-like breasts and smooth, flat stomach. Her nipples were stiff, little pink buttons pushing up to reveal her excitement. And she was wet already – he could see her juices glistening slightly on the open pink petals of her pussy lips. Jesus, she had to be almost as up for this as he was. Down between Michael's thighs, his cock was now rock-hard.

"Ready everyone?" Francesca called. Then, there was a small explosive crack as the blonde set off her party popper – and suddenly, the race was on.

11

There are moments in life when you think it can't get much better than this. These moments happen so rarely to most people that when they happen, the temptation is to just pause, take it all in, make the most of the moment because its ending is inevitable. 

As Michael placed his hands gently on Lucy's thighs, which she parted to allow him all the access he needed to her pussy, he realised this was such a moment. But slowly kissing his way up her sensationally soft skin, he knew there was no time for pausing to reflect on just how lucky he was.

It was a race, after all. And the winner would get to spend the night in the lap of luxury rather than some couch or floor-space somewhere, or a cab-ride home.

As he approached the top of her thighs, still not feeling quite right about being so intimate with some he didn't know all that well – but feeling completely light-headed about it being the girl he'd had a crush on since the first time he'd seen her. He could already detect the first traces of the scent of her arousal – recalling the aroma of her panties, but much stronger, combining with her sweet perfume to stir him to the bones.

He looked up briefly, and his eyes connected with hers in a moment of burning desire. There was the kind of glint in her eyes that spoke of extreme arousal, and a distant smile that urged him onwards.

Michael took a deep breath, inhaling her exotic odour, slipped his arms under the tops of her thighs so that he could hold her tight, and began planting kisses around her glistening outer labia, brushing his lips and nose through her soft cherry curls, getting ever closer to the moist pink folds around her vagina.

Around him, he could hear some of the other girls already beginning to moan as their own race partners connected with their little open pussies. But for Michael, it was no longer about the race, it was about her, Lucy. It was about tasting her divine nectar, touching her in the most intimate way, breathing in her thrilling scent, watching her squirm as his tongue grazed along those sensitive, slippery folds, hearing her soft moans as he teased her clitoris.

It was all about making the most of the moment without pausing to reflect, lapping up her free-flowing juices and penetrating her tight vagina with his tongue, in case he was never given the opportunity again.

She was incredible – this red-haired angel – tasting her was like feasting on manna from heaven, he just couldn't get enough. 

Her moans were becoming cries that sounded almost like anguish. If he didn't get time to push her to the edge now, would she allow him time later? After the party? Perhaps he was reading too much into all this. Perhaps this was the kind of thing these guys did every weekend. Maybe Lucy had had loads of guys doing this to her over the past months, and he was nothing special.

There was a commotion from across the room, and though Michael couldn't hear particularly well being locked between Lucy's thighs, he thought it heralded the end of the race and his heart sank. 

But he looked up, and Lucy placed her hands on his head, urging him on, saying to him it was nothing, don't worry about it, keep going. His heart lifted again, and as he reasserted his efforts, he saw that there was a slight blush in her cheeks and above her breasts – she really was enjoying this! 

Buried between her quivering thighs, he blocked out the rest of the world and continued, his face now covered in her tangy juices. Running her fingers through his hair, Lucy pressed him to her harder and harder, crushing his mouth against her pussy as she all but rode his head. 

He could hear her cries turn almost to screams, so urgent, so forceful, and he increased the rhythm of his tongue as she prompted him with her hands, such that he was caught up in the powerful wave that was approaching her now and would not stop.

It was like being at the hot, wet centre of a violent storm as she shook from the force of energy sweeping through her. He felt the muscles in her thigh tremble against his head as the climax took hold within her, and a flood of her juices came forth as if to reward him.

Then slowly, gradually, she relaxed, her thighs parting once again to allow the cool air to stroke his face as he cleaned the moisture from between her thighs.

"My God," was all she could say, breathlessly, yet content beyond measure.

"We have a winner!" he heard Francesca announce. "A real one, this time. And what a winner!"

Michael was exhausted, but happy. 

12

However, there was hardly time for him to catch his breath as Francesca issued the order for the boys to take their places on the chairs, and for the girls to take their pick of the guy's underwear. Michael took his place on the wooden chair, which was slightly slippery from Lucy's juices. It looked like it was going to be the boys' turn for a little oral stimulation.

"Same as last time: the first girl to get her partner to orgasm wins a comfy room for the night – this one's for the guest bedroom," Francesca said as the girls lined up for the lucky dip.

Who would pick him? Michael watched the girls finding their new partners, and smiled – he was already nearly there, after that scintillating experience with Lucy. Wow. And he had won the master bedroom – was there a chance she would accept an invitation from him to go with him?

As the crowd thinned, the girls taking up their positions between the shivering legs of the boys, a girl came and stood in front of him. With his eyes on the floor, he didn't recognise her at first, but then she said: "I guess I've been watching you all night, too." 

Looking up, he saw Lucy standing there holding his boxer shorts. 

Jesus.

The pretty redhead sank to her knees in front of him, then leant forward to rest her arms on his thighs, her little nose nudging up against his penis – which was now hard and straight.

"Mmm..." she purred, looking up at him with a mischievous grin. "Of course you already won a room," she said. 

"Uh... yeah," was all he managed to say.

"You were thinking about inviting me, huh?"

"Of course."

"Good. So this is just payback, then."

The party popper exploded and either side of him, Michael saw the girls sink down on the guy's erect cocks. This was the weirdest party ever. And now the beer was wearing off, too. It seemed weirder than ever. A row of guys getting blow jobs – who would have thought it. The time he had complained about his parents sending him to an all-boys school seemed curiously distant now.

Oh God... Michael felt the warm softness enveloping his cock as a pair of hands closed round his shaft and over his balls. 

A glance down, and he could hardly believe what he saw. The prettiest eyes looking up at him, so green, so alive, that soft pale face so full of innocence yet glowing with a wickedness that spoke of alcohol and sex, those soft lips stretched around the full girth of his rigid cock, her deep red hair framing the picture. 

Below, he could see her naked form, so shapely from her erect pink nipples down to the puff of downy red curls lodged between her creamy thighs. She was truly a work of art, and her creator a true genius. And this image of perfection was holding his cock in her delicate pale fingers, swirling her little tongue around its head, crushing his erection between her hot, wet, velvet-soft cheeks. It was almost nasty, his big cock penetrating such beauty, so bad – and yet so good. Like taking the first steps through freshly-laid snow, like taking the first bite from a ripe red apple, taking a swim across the surface of a mirror-calm lake. Sullying the perfect, tarnishing the exquisite. 

He could hear the other guys sighing and moaning quietly, not so willing as the girls had been to voice their true feelings, drunk or not. After his performance between her thighs, connected so intimately with her pussy like that, her juices splashing all over his face, he had worked up into quite a state. He could still taste her on his lips, that salty, sweet-and-sour tang that drove him wild. With all that, it didn't take long for him to feel the orgasm coming. 

God she was good. One hand gently cradling his balls, the other clamped tight around his shaft, her mouth squeezing him, her tongue lashing him. The heat, the moisture, her soft cheeks. Closing his eyes, he heard someone else going, going, gone somewhere else in the room – it was all over, the race won. But no one was stopping him now, and Lucy knew this well. 

Francesca's voice sounding so far in the distance... "We have a winner!"

Like she was calling through the fog... "Okay girls, you can stop now... if you like... well... when you're ready..."

It was building, slowly at first, a buzz of energy in his groin, spreading up his spine, up his cock from the shaft to the end, growing in intensity, making him groan, short of breath, his skin somehow cold as the heat concentrated between his thighs, his heart rate soaring as he felt the feelings blossom into a sudden sharp pang along his shaft, then it was as if some kind of switch was thrown deep within his groin and he felt the unstoppable burning oil surging forth into her eager mouth.

13

Michael looked at his watch: it was actually getting pretty late. Two couples had gone upstairs already, leaving six girls and six guys – including Lucy. He knew she was the one for him. The way she made him feel, the connection they had, the chemistry – it was incredible.

But though he wanted her with everything in his heart – and had a fair idea she might like him too, he was frightened to take that final, huge step, asking her upstairs. What if she said no? 

Jonny had gone now – up to Francesca's room, no doubt. It was getting on. Maybe there wouldn't be any more games. Maybe they'd failed. The six couples would not happen. Should he go for it? Ask Lucy? But she hadn't asked him upstairs, either. So maybe she was having second thoughts. He would make himself look seriously foolish if she turned him down. 

"Okay, this is the last game of the evening," Francesca announced. "At the end of this, you'll all be couples if everything goes to plan."

Michael's heart-beat quickened. He was too late! He couldn't ask her now. What if she ended up with someone else? What if someone else asked upstairs?

For this game, they were all standing up. Francesca gave them all blindfolds, and told them they were not to put them on and not remove them. But strangely, with the blindfold on, he felt somehow safe, secure, less nervous. Standing there, he even dropped his hands from covering his crotch. No one could see now, anyway, just like him. Only Francesca could see, but that was somehow different.

"Okay," he heard Francesca say. "There's no excuses now – we're going to find the best matches here we can. This game starts off a bit like musical chairs, only without the chairs and a bit more hands on, you might say. Deal is this: you're all paired with someone of the opposite sex. I put a CD on, and for a whole song, you can do pretty much whatever you like with each other. One rule: no talking whatsoever. When the next song starts, you all switch round so you're with someone else."

Michael felt his cock twitch. This could be interesting. Would he recognise Lucy without his touch? How would it lead to couples if no one could see?

"Since none of you can see, you won't need any inhibitions. But, if you act in a way your partner doesn't like, he or she can wait out the rest of the song if he or she wants, so be warned."

Francesca continued: "Then, once you've all been with each other, those blind-folds do still stay on people! But the game will change: you will all write down a list from one to six of your favourite partners. You won't know their names, of course, so you'll just write down their numbers. I'll know who those numbers correlate to."

"Then what?" someone asked.

"Then, well, then I'll put you with your favourite, or your next favourite depending on availability, and you'll get some more time together. If you decide to stick with that partner, I'll take you both out of the room, you can take off your blindfolds and go upstairs together. If not, we'll have another round and so on."

The next six songs, Michael didn't even really notice the music. It was just the girls, the soft skin, the supple breasts, the exotic perfume, the tender kisses, the gentle caresses, the slick pussies, the curious hands on his hard cock. 

It was incredible: being with these girls like this. As Francesca had predicted, with the blindfolds in place they did all lose their inhibitions: Michael didn't worry that his erection was making itself known, and the girls were actively encouraging him to go all out in exploring them, including touching their pussies and sliding his fingers inside their vaginas.

But the first five, though wonderful, were hard to tell apart. Their scents were all different, sure, their anatomy a little different here and there, their style or ability not exactly the same, but none of those first five really jumped out at him. As the fifth song came to a close, he felt disappointed, disappointed that he had not so far recognised Lucy. What kind of perfume had she been wearing? He couldn't remember now, his memories had been scrambled. He knew number two's breasts had been way too large to be her, but he couldn't tell between the other girls.

But then the sixth song began. The last girl came up to him, helped over to him by Francesca. And the memory of her sweet perfume came flooding back to him. It was Lucy. She reached up and kissed him on the mouth, pressing her body against him. He felt his hard cock pressing against her hot skin, her small breasts pressing against his chest. 

She turned, so that her back was touching his front, pulling his arms round and guiding one of his hands to her breasts, the other down between her legs. Her nipples were hard, and as his right hand came to rest in her soft pubic triangle, he found that she was already very wet. Even over the sound of the music, he heard her moans as he slipped his middle finger inside her hot, tight vagina. 

As he touched her breasts and caressed her pussy, she pressed back against him, gyrating her hips slightly to rub his hard cock with her shapely behind. 

But then the music stopped and she stepped away.

Francesca said: "Okay, when I tap you on the shoulder, you're going to hold up your hands to show me six numbers in order of your preference. Then when we're all done, the music will start again and I'll put you with your chosen partner."

When Michael felt the tap on his shoulder, he held up six fingers, then after a pause, he guessed a fairly random order, three, one, four, five, two. 

Then there was simply nothing: darkness, quiet. 

It seemed like a long wait, as Francesca was no doubt getting everyone's choices. As he waited, Michael licked his finger, tasting her juices from where he had penetrated her wet vagina. 

Then the music began again. Michael was being patient: he knew there had to be time for Francesca to guide girls to their partners. But his heart was in his throat and he was trembling slightly with nerves. It was stupid really: they were all nice girls, all really quite attractive. But when you set your heart on one in particular.

He heard people moving about, felt the movement in the air, even. 

Someone took his hand. Francesca, he guessed. Carefully, she led him around the room. Damn it, not Lucy, then? Surely, she'd be nearby, she'd just been with him. So someone else had got her. As he walked, he felt his heart drop like a stone inside his chest.

Francesca stopped him and brought his hand up so that he was touching the shoulders of the chosen girl, and he could tell where she was. Who was she? She had small breasts, a good figure... and her perfume was instantly recognisable.

Lucy.

His cock, which had softened in the last couple of minutes, sprang smartly to attention as the music began again. Had she chosen him, then? Or was he her number two or worse? But after a tentative exploration, in which her hands traced over his body, and down to check out his cock, she launched herself at him with a passionate kiss, and he suspected that she was happy with him.




The New Playmate's Surprise



As her grip on his cock tightened, he brought his hand round her shapely behind to seek out the heat between her legs. She shifted slightly to give him access, and as she coaxed his stiff shaft, he slid his finger inside her again. God, how much would he have given to throw her onto a bed right now and slide his cock inside her tight pussy. 

There was another tap on his shoulder. Francesca?

"Nod if you're happy with your choice." Jonny's girlfriend whispered in his ear. 

He nodded. 

Now he heard her ask Lucy – he was certain it was Lucy – the same question. What would she do – nod? Or shake her head?

The song plodded on, bar by bar.

"Okay, come with me," they were the magic words – she'd said yes!

Francesca led the two of them out of the room, and closed the door. Michael's heart was racing again, he felt as though his whole body was full of light, energy. He was jubilant like he'd never been before.

"Okay, you can take off your blindfolds now," Francesca said.

Michael did so, pulled the item from his head and winced slightly at the sudden bright light. They were out in the entrance lobby now, and standing opposite him was...

...the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. Standing there, naked in front of him. Her lush red hair, those pretty green eyes, kissable lips, her delicate neck, exquisite breasts, the tone stomach running down to the small patch of cherry curls above her pussy. Incredible.

"Hi," she said with a heart-melting smile. 

"Hi," he replied, not really knowing what else to say.

"Okay, you guys, you have the master bedroom, remember?" Francesca grinned, clearly happy for her friend Lucy.

"Shall we?" he asked the stunning red-head, offering her his hand.

"Absolutely," she said, and took his hand.

14

The master bedroom was huge, and all theirs. But just then all they needed was a bed. And a huge bed it was.

"How come you didn't ask me upstairs after you came in my mouth?" she asked him, a mischievous glint in her eye as Michael closed the door behind them, closing them both off in their own private space.

"How come you didn't ask me?" he asked in reply.

"I wasn't sure if you liked me."

"Well I wasn't sure if you liked me."

"Are you kidding?" she pushed him firmly and he felt back onto the bed. "I've been craving this since the first time you let it out," she said, crawling over to him and kissing his hard cock.

"It's all yours now."

"Thank God," she said, sitting astride him now. She smiled, fire in her eyes now. "Makes you glad I'm on the pill, huh?" she said, and sat down on his cock.

Michael's eyes widened in surprise as the powerful sensations wound their way through his nervous system to his brain. His erect penis was inside her, gliding up her tight vagina, filling her, stretching her, making her moan. She was all around him, so tight, wet, so hot. He could smell her arousal blending with her sweet perfume, and as she began to gyrate her hips, his hands cupped her breasts, her stiff nipples grazing against his palms.

"Oh God, it feels good," she said.

"I don't think I'm going to last too long this time," he said with a smile.

"I don't think I am either – this time," she rolled her eyes as she felt herself moving inexorably towards a colossal orgasm. "But we have all night, Michael – and then some."

She leaned forward to kiss him, but caught him a little by surprise as she suddenly rolled him on top of her, so that they were in the classic missionary.

"Now fuck me, Michael," she said breathlessly. "Fuck me now!"

He pushed into her, then drew out, pushed in and out. The rhythm building, he could feel her vagina squeezing his cock so irresistibly. They kissed urgently, his hands coaxing her breasts again in that same accelerating rhythm as he penetrated her. 

Her moans became louder, louder, more shrill and desperate as she rose towards the peak of her feelings. He pumped into her forcefully, but never roughly, he could feel it beginning to go...

"Behind me, behind me," she whispered urgently, and he saved it before it was too late.

She rolled over, and he entered her from behind, which she clearly appreciated. To her surprise, Michael lifted her and lay on his back, pulling her onto him, his powerful cock still firmly inside her. Her cries became soft little yelps as she came closer and closer, one of his hands reaching around to nudge up against her clitoris, the other pinching one of her hard nipples as he put his chin over her shoulder and nuzzled into her neck.

And still, their hips moved together and the union of his hard cock and her wet pussy drew them both towards their ultimate goal. 

"Oh God... here it comes..." she whispered.

And so it did – he felt her quiver, tremble, her pussy almost vibrating as the climax tore through her, a powerful wave of energy blossoming from her loins as his own orgasm consumed him, igniting a colossal explosion of pleasure within his cock as it filled with his hot seed and gushed forth deep inside her.



The New Pool



We have known Angel and Bob for almost 10 years but we were mostly friends of friends and didn't really get acquainted until we both had a child at about the same time. We became good friends when Aries started watching their little girl during the day. When they put in a pool last year, we became very close as we spent so much time together helping with the landscaping. Many afternoons were spent swimming, sunbathing and playing water volleyball. The evenings usually turned into playing music while the great BBQ dinner settled and maybe a bit more swimming in the pool after dark. Many times we would stay late and the kids would crash out on the couch while we enjoyed each other by the pool. It was one of those late nights that we learned how close of a friendship we had developed.

We had all been drinking and sunning all afternoon so the inhibitions were very loose. We put on some CD's and the girls started to dance around seductively. Since we were all still in our swimming suits, they dancing become quite stimulating as both ladies were very well endowed and a lot of skin was showing and wiggling. It didn't takes us long until we were all up dancing in the moonlight, bumping and grinding and giving each other romantic and loving caresses. As the night progressed the ladies decided to give us a table dance. Bob and I sat at the picnic table while the girls proceeded to climb up and started putting on an erotic dance show.

They were quite seductive and quite drunk, as they had to hold each other from falling off the table. We were on opposite sides of the table so the girls were bumping butts a lot and knocking each other off balance. Aries was doing knee drops over my beer when she lost her balance and fell back into Angel. As Angel turned, Aries hand accidentally grabbed Angels swimsuit top and pulled it off, revealing her full tits. Angel quickly pulled her hands away to cover her tits and let Aries fall into Bobs lap, head first. Bob quickly stood up to help the ladies at the same time Aries was turning to get up and accidentally pressed his hard cock to her face. Aries noticed how hard he was and made some comment to its size and quickly placed a kiss on his suit-covered cock, making it jump even more. Aries reached up and started rubbing his throbbing cock, cooing to its hardness. 

Angel was standing above Aries and reached down to pull her top off as well, saying lets all get naked. I was sitting between Aries legs as she lay on the table getting a great view of her suit covered pussy. I reached up and pulled her suit bottoms off tossed it at Angel. I then leaned stood up, leaned forward and started to kiss Aries' sweet pussy. Not wanting to be outdone, Angle puller her panties off and started to rub her swollen pussy lips. I raised my head to watch the dance and Angel dropped to her knees and pressed her shaved mound to my face, pulling on her nipples as I kissed her sweet pussy.

Seeing all this, Bob stood up and pulled his suit off revealing his hard cock, throbbing with desire. As Bob reached for his wife's full tits, Aries grabbed his hard cock and sucked it down her throat, making him gasp. Angel looked down to see her husbands' hard cock sliding in and out of her best friends mouth and had to bend over to share the pleasure. She stroked her husbands' cock as she kissed Aries and showed her acceptance by placing Bob's throbbing cock back to Aries sucking mouth. I bent over and continued sucking Aries sweet pussy as she started to moan with pleasure. I looked to Angel and our eyes met in pure lustful passion. She was sucking on Aries hard nipple as I motioned her to come down to her pussy.

Angel had never tasted another woman's pussy but acted like a pro when she started to run her tongue across Aries hard clit. I spread Aries pussy as Angel ran her tongue across her soft sticky lips. I slowly placed one finger into Aries pussy as Angel watched. Aries gasp for air as I slowly slid them in and out, making her juices flow even more. We both looked up and Aries had Bob groaning from the sucking she was doing on his cock. I slid another finger into Aries and started to pump them faster. Angel started to lick and suck on Aries clit as she started to moan and squirm. I new the signs of a pending orgasm so I pumped her pussy as she screamed and spasmed and gushed a load of cum from her pussy. I bent to catch the juices as they flowed across my hand. I looked up as bob let out a loud whoop and we watched as he shot a load of cum down Aries' throat. Angel reached over and pulled his cock as he continued to squirt a shot of cum across Aries heaving breasts. Angel slowly stroked her husbands still squirting cock as she pumped all the cum out of him. Bob slowly sat down to recover.

Angel sat up and noticed I was still in my suit and said that fair was fair and came over and pulled my suit off, releasing my hard cock. I heard her gasp a little as she stroked it and started to kiss the head. I could sense she was a bit apprehensive about sucking a strange cock, so I pressed it to her mouth and pulled her to me. She almost gagged as I slid my throbbing cock down her throat. She sucked me a bit and then stood up and told me to lie on the table. As Aries rolled off the table and gently stroked Bob's semi hard cock, I lay down on the table with my cock standing straight up. Angel moved to the end of the table and continued sucking on my cock. Aries stood up and went to the end of the table and started to caress Angle's pussy. I could feel the probes as Angel sucked harder on my cock when Aries slid her fingers in her wet pussy.

Angel was sucking hard on my cock and pumping her wet pussy into Aries hand as Bob suggested she get up and ride my hard cock. She looked at her husband as he kissed her and pulled her up on the table. Angle squatted her wet pussy above my throbbing cock as Aries stroked my cock. Bob reached down and spread his wife's' pussy lips as she slowly lowered herself on my cock. It was almost like a group fuck as she slid her wet pussy down my hard shaft. I could feel Aries hands as the guided my cock into her pussy as Bob started to rub her hard clit and started to play with her tits.

I could feel Angels pussy start to pulsate and suck my cock deep into her every time she sank onto me. I looked up and our eyes met as we enjoyed the feeling of being together. I could see the lust in her eyes and knew she was close, I pumped my cock even harder and started to feel her pussy quiver with a pending orgasm. I could hear them coaxing her to cum and she was really starting to pound on to me. I felt her pussy quiver and then gush as she sank onto me, sucking my cock deep inside her tight pussy.

Angel let out a low growl as she came on my hard cock still throbbing inside her. Bob quickly came around and started to kiss her and caress her full tits while she wiggle contently on my cock. Watching his wife ride my cock made him hard again and Angel reached down to caress his now raging cock. She looked deep in his eyes and asked him to put it in her ass. I could see Bobs cock jump as she bent over and sucked it into her mouth. Aries was caressing her tender ass and my balls when she heard what Angle had asked Bob. I quickly felt Aries rub Angels juices all over her ass, preparing her for her husbands cock. I slid down the table and Angel positioned herself so her ass was high in the air. She slid back down my hard shaft with a groan and started to pump my cock in and out of her soaking pussy.

I could feel Bob crawl between our legs as she lifted her ass to him. She remained very still as Bob slowly pressed his cock into her tender ass. I could feel the head of his cock slid in next to mine separated by the thin membrane. I felt Angels Pussy quiver as Bob slid deeper inside her. She than began to rock back and forth, sliding our cocks in and out of her as she let out a series of low growls. Aries moved around to her face and started kissing her; I was busy sucking on her huge tits while Bob was working his cock deeper into his wives lovely ass. Aries kneeled in front of Angel and spread her pussy for her to lick. She leaned over and lot Bob suck on her hard nipples and play with her full tits. I slid a couple fingers up Aries wet pussy and started stroking her to the same rhythm Angel was pumping my cock. It was an incredible site to see, and feel. It was like we were all one person and feeling very good. I felt my balls start to tighten indicating my orgasm was very close. 

Bob sensed my increased growth and said he was about to cum again. I let go and felt my balls release a blast of hot cum deep inside Angel's wet pussy. Angel cried out as she felt my cock swell and release the stream of cum deep inside her. Bob yelled out that he could feel me cum and let out a load himself. About that time I felt Aries gush all over my fingers as Bob was sucking madly on her nipples. Angel fell forward and off of our spurting cocks as we both shot a load across her back. Aries quickly grabbed each of our cocks and started licking the cum off of them. We all moaned a deep sigh and fell into a heap of heaving bodies.

We managed to roll off the table and into the pool to finish off the soft and loving caresses that each couple gave to their mate in appreciation to letting them enjoy the pleasures of a shared friendship. We all hugged each other and started to giggle as we floated in the pool and made comments on our friendship for each other and how great it was to finally find some truly good friends. 



The New Pool



It was early morning when they started getting their new pool ready for the season. Elizabeth and David both woke up and got dressed for a long hot day. He could not keep his eyes off her tight jean shorts and bikini top. David's self inflicted torture was heightened, when Elizabeth bent over to secure the bottom of the pool. A couple of times she had rubbed up against him as she bent over. He knew that she had done it on purposed, to see if she could get a rise out of him, she had, but he was not ready to give in to the desire yet. He did, however, have big plains for when they got in the pool later this evening. 

By mid-day, they were both sweating pretty good. He loved the way the sweat beaded up on her skin, especially when it rolled down between Elizabeth's chest. The thought of licking the salty fluid from her chest had awakened David's cock. He was so deep in thought that he had not noticed that she caught him looking at her chest. In addition to noticing that the bulge in his pants had grown just a little. She did not want to miss an opportunity to get even with the guy who was always torturing her. So, she asked if he wanted something cold to drink. He was awakened from his day dream and said okay. 

As Elizabeth went from the heat of the outdoors into the air conditioned house, her nipples responded to the cold at once. She would use this to her advantage in a few moments. She got two large glasses of ice water, adjusted her bikini top so that her hardened nipples poked through the thin material and even pinched them, just a little. She knew David would look to this response and it was her turn to torment him.

David had been making the final adjustments to the pool, when he heard the back door open. He looked up to see Elizabeth coming out the door and saw that the house's air conditioning had had the effect he had hoped for. Her nipples were poking through the thin material of her bikini and he could not shake the earlier image from his head. His penis began to swell even more than it had earlier. He tried to return to last few details of the pool, but the image was planted too deeply in his head. He decided rather that messing everything up, he would take a break.

Elizabeth handed him the glass and giggled and asked him if he had seen anything that you liked. David asked her why, as he adjusted the stiffening member in his pants. They laughed and kissed. He took the glass and guzzled the cold liquid. They sat down on the patio swing and talked about the last few steps in getting the pool up and running. David looked deeply into Elizabeth's dark brown eyes and sighed, "God, I'd like to take you inside and ravish you right now." She asked him what was stopping him, he looked at the pool and then back at her. "I am saving all this desire for later in the pool and honey, you are in big trouble!" was David's reply. 

To keep the fresh pool water from being too cold, David used the water from the water heater several times to help fill the pool. By early evening the pool was ready for playtime. The water temp was perfect and the floats had been inflated. A shower, followed by a light dinner with some wine, was the only thing that stood in his way of releasing the pent up desire inside him.

After the diner dishes were placed in the dishwasher, the headed out to the pool. Every other subject had come up at dinner, except sex. They were both almost crazy with desire for each others' body. Elizabeth tested the water first, letting out an approving moan as she slid into the water. Her moans always quickened David to his very soul; he could not get into the water fast enough. He swam underwater to where she was standing, slowly sliding his way up Elizabeth's body. He took her in his arms, kissed her deeply, and lifted her up to him. Her soft wet skin felt so good next to his, the usual electrical sparks began to ignite between them. Elizabeth felt him growing hard through his trunks, pushed herself against him, and laughed while she slipped out of his arms swimming to the other side. 

Once she reached the float, she told him if he did not have to wear a shirt, she did not have to either, off her bikini top came. The sight of her breast in the water was more that he could bear. David told her that his trunks were way too uncomfortable now and took them off. Elizabeth would not let him have the last word, so her bottoms were soon off too. The evening was almost perfect; it was the beginning of a beautiful sunset and they were naked in their new pool. The only problem was distance. He walked slowly towards her penetrating her dark eyes, with his blue eyes; she knew by the look she was getting, he meant business now.

David grabbed Elizabeth by the hair close to her head, pulled her close, and kissed her deeply. His tongue explored her lips and mouth, as his free hand slid down her sides and around to her ass. He pulled tight to his chest and slid his kiss down her neck. Continuing to kiss his way down her body, he slowly lifted her out of the water so her nipple was at his mouth. After licking, kissing and even giving it a small bite, he lifted her onto the float. Elizabeth's nipples tightened as the cool night breeze began to blow. 

David started at her feet; he started kissing her toes and worked his way up her legs. He slid Elizabeth's legs over his shoulders as he bent the float back under her torso. The folded float brought her pussy higher out of the water, perfect for one of David's favorite activities. He began to softly lick the outer folds of Elizabeth's freshly shaven lips; a soft moan escaped her. She had not needed the pool to get her wet; she had been that way all day. He licked Elizabeth harder, spreading her open so he could find her favorite spots. David's tongue worked its way inside her as he played with her ass. The wave action of the pool, the pent up desire, and his tongue combined, made her cumn very hard. David played with her ass and let Elizabeth ride his tongue, as wave after wave of her orgasm came. She tried to muffle her cries of passion, so the neighbors wouldn't hear, but it was too much, she let out a cry that would wake the dead. 

"Oh, my God, you needed that" was all David had to say. She slid back into the water and cuddle deep in his arms. Elizabeth could taste her juices as she kissed his lips; it had been a powerful orgasm and she was ready to repay him in full! She reached down and grabbed his stiff dick and asked if she it was her turn. Not wanting to disappoint her, David hopped onto the float. She kissed his lips and began to work her way down his body. She stopped to bite his nipples and gave them a firm tug. He arched his back and let out a low moan. Her hand found his penis and began to stroke as she continued to bite his nipples. Soon he was fully erect and Elizabeth was ready to give him some of her oral care. 

Elizabeth positioned herself between David's legs and began slowly licking her way up his shaft. Once she was at the top, she sucked on the head and then licked it all the way around. He arched his back further as she hit the sensitive spot on the underside. He loved the way she gave head; David could tell that it was something that Elizabeth really enjoyed doing. He let all his guards down and gave himself completely to her. She sensed the relaxation in him and began to take his cock deeper inside her throat. Elizabeth worked her way up and down until she felt him start to push back against her with more intensity. She knew he was close and began sucking his head again, running her tongue all around his head. She knew how to complete the task, her finger slid to David's ass. 

She worked her finger with the same motion as he sucking. David tensed and cried out her name. Elizabeth felt the salty, hot liquid hit her throat and swallowed it all. She lightly ran her tongue to the underside of his shaft and as she licked, the waves of spasm flowed from his belly. He said her name again in a deep throaty voice and more come flowed from a second orgasm. She caught it in her mouth and came up to kiss him. As she kissed him she let him have some of his own come back. He kissed her deeper and his tongue was probing her mouth taking her gift from her. He pulled her up on top of him and they floated holding each in their new pool, watching the stars above. Elizabeth and David knew that there would be more water fun to be had on another day.



The New Priest



I was raised in a Catholic household. We didn't go to church every Sunday, but we were respected members of the parish community never the less. From an early age, I was taught to revere priests and nuns. But more than revere them, I came to fear and honor them. Priests especially, because they were my channel to God. For most girls my age, speaking to a famous rock star would send their heart into palpitations. It was the same for me with priests. I felt as though they were on a pedestal before me. They were holy and pure and I was obsessed with them. When I would look at boys my age I wondered how they would look in a priests robes; when I looked at priests, I wondered how they would look out of their robes.

Despite this, I hated confession. To bear my soul to these men with whom I was so obsessed seemed wrong. It seemed grotesque to tell them the dirty things I had done when they were so clean. Because of this, I only confessed the most common and mundane of sins. I kept everything else to myself, until I met a very different priest.

A few months before I left for college, one of the most respected priests in the church was offered a teaching position. This meant that he would leave and a new priest would take his place. Many people were excited about this; I was anything but. This priest had baptized me, he was the only priest who I would confess any sins to, and he was the subject of many of my wildest fantasies. 

There was a mass the following week to meet the new priest, and, of course, my family attended. There was a sense of anticipation in the air as we entered the church and took our seats. The mass proceeded as usual until our beloved priest stood. "I have thoroughly enjoyed my time here," he told the congregation, "But now it is my pleasure to introduce you to the man who will be taking my place." Everyone started clapping before the new priest had even stood up. When he did stand, my breath caught in my throat. He was no more than 28 years old, tall, handsome, and absolutely stunning. He smiled brightly at the congregation. "Thank you for that warm welcome," he said in an incredibly sexy voice." "I'm Father Timothy Jacobs, but you can call me Father Tim." The congregation clapped again and Father Tim sat down.

That night, I laid awake in bed for a long time thinking about Father Tim. I could practically hear his silky voice and see his tall muscular body. I didn't want to let my hands wander. I wanted to try to keep my thoughts about him as pure as possible. But as with many other priests, my thoughts of him turned to thoughts of lust. I pictured him in his robes standing over me as I laid on the alter... 

The church is totally empty. It is only he and I. He slowly, methodically removes my clothing; all the while placing light kisses on each newly exposed patch of skin. My body involuntarily rises to meet his lips. First my neck, then my breasts, my stomach, I tremble as he inches ever closer to my dripping pussy. He slowly removes my pants. As he pulls them down he kisses slowly down my legs carefully avoiding my pussy. "Please," I beg him. "Patience, my child," he whispers. His breath on my skin sends shivers through out my body. He kisses his way to my inner thigh and gently spreads my legs. He places more of his torturously gentle kisses on my thighs near my pussy, and then on my pussy lips. I thrust my hips to meet his mouth, but he refuses to indulge me. "Not yet," he whispers sending another shiver through me. He kisses around my pussy for what feels like an hour. I am careful not to move; I don't want him to think I'm impatient. 

Suddenly his tongue is inside me. He licks up and down my folds and teases my clitoris with the tip of his tongue. I moan his name. I suppose this excites him, because now his tongue is deep inside my pussy, slipping in and out of my dripping hole. It doesn't take much of this to make me feel like I'm going to cum. I begin to tremble; he replaces his tongue with two fingers and his tongue flicks over my hardened clit. "Yes! I'm cumming!!" I scream into the empty church. He gently bites my clit as I cum and coat his hand with my juices. He moves up my body and kisses me deeply, letting me taste myself on his lips and tongue.

It is with this image and a satiated pussy that I finally am able to fall asleep. But only after I suck all of my juices from my fingers.

The following Wednesday, at around 5:00 in the evening, my family went to church for confession. We went every month on a Wednesday because less people were there. The rest of my family went to open confession, where you could look directly at the priest; I however preferred the closed confessionals. These are the ones with the screen in between you and the priest so that you can't really see the other person. I entered the tiny room and closed the door. As I sat down in the chair I made the sign of the cross. "Forgive me father for I have sinned. It's been one month since my last confession," I said. When the priest replied my heart leapt. It was Father Tim! "Unburden your soul upon me," he whispered. I shivered involuntarily.

I began as I usually would, confessing my mundane sins of the previous month. But soon I started to tell him more, a lot more. I confessed that I was no longer a virgin, something not even my closest friends were aware of. I heard myself telling him every detail of my sex life. As I finished telling him of my last sexual encounter (which involved my brother's best friend taking my anal virginity – but that's another story) I could feel a heavy silence fall between us. "Is there something else that troubles you, child?" he asked.

I nodded, knowing full well that he would not be able to see me do so. "Father, I have had impure thoughts about a holy man," I told him. I began to tell him of my fantasy a few nights before. I gave him every detail and finished by saying, "Father, the man in this fantasy was you." He made no reply. I squinted through the screen between us to see if I could tell from his expression how my confession had made him feel. I noticed he was resting his head on the wall with his eyes closed. Could my confession have put him to sleep!? I then noticed the expression on his face, and I could hear a slight rustling of his robes. He was masturbating! This knowledge made me bold. I decided to see if he would act on the desire he obviously felt. 

I left my side of the confessional as quietly as possible, and went to his side. The door was unlocked, so I let myself in. As soon as I stepped inside, he pulled his hand out from under his robes and stood. "I... I just... it's just that..." he stammered. "It's your turn to confess something to me Father Tim," I said. "Did my confession turn you on?" He blushed a deep crimson. "Let me kiss it better," I whispered moving towards him. I knelt on the floor in front of him. "Forgive me Father, for I am about to sin," I said as I pulled his robes over my head. I ran my hand over the bulge of his pressed, black Dockers. He let out a soft moan. Using my teeth, I unbuttoned his pants and lower the zipper. They slid easily to the floor. I hooked my thumbs under the elastic waistband of his underwear and gently lowered them till they met the heap that was his pants on the floor.

I placed my hands on his ankles and slid them up to his hips. I then slowly moved my hand until they reached their goal. He was easily 8 inches, maybe 9. I wrapped both hands around his length and slowly began to stroke him. I could feel his hips thrusting in rhythm with my hands. I couldn't take the feel of him in my hands; I needed him inside of me. I licked the head of cock softly. At this, he made a sound that was not quite a gasp and not quite a moan. I swirled my tongue over his entire length giving generous attention to the head. Gently, I massaged his balls with my hands as I used my tongue to massage his cock. As I sucked his cock, I heard the sound of a zipper. He took off his robe, which I was hidden under. He placed his hands on the back of my head and began to stroke my hair. I began to run my tongue up and down his shaft feverishly, and each time I came up to the head I swirled my tongue over it.

His grip on my hair tightened and he began to fuck my mouth roughly. I nearly gagged on his cock the first few thrusts, but soon I grew used to his rhythm and was able to let his cock slide to the back of my throat. I kept my tongue moving constantly as he slammed his cock into my mouth over and over. His breathing became more rapid and I knew he was about to cum. He let out a low groan that was nearly a growl and forced his cock deep into my throat. I could feel his cock swell as what felt like gallons of his cum poured down my throat.

Slowly his grip on my head loosened and he stepped back, nearly falling into the chair behind him. I stood and walked over to him. He looked into my eyes with a mixed look of lust, confusion and shame. I gently kissed him on the mouth letting my tongue momentarily taste his lips. He said nothing as I stood to leave. But before I could reach the door, he had stood and grabbed my hand. "I won't say a word," I assured him. He looked relieved. And as I stepped out the door and into the rest of the church, I called over my shoulder to him, "Same time next month." He smiled.



The New Professor



This story is a result of the collaborative work with L.A.W. I would like to take this opportunity to say, "I couldn't have done it without you."

"Oh, God, Lisa, you're so hot! I'm gonna blow! Here it comes! Unnnnnngh!!" She couldn't believe it; Randy had just got started and now it was over. She was beginning to think she'd never get a proper fuck. "Oh, baby, that was great!" she heard him say as he pulled his jeans up and started to walk out the door. "I'll see you in class tomorrow."

'Oh, great,' she thought. 'Weekend's over and classes start tomorrow. I guess I better get my books and stuff ready, maybe it'll make me forget about this frustration.' Lisa, a senior in college, had an 8 am class with the new history professor. No one knew anything about him and the history department wasn't saying anything either. She was nervous, to say the least; she hated it when she didn't know what to expect in a professor.

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Professor Larry Walker was sitting at his desk in his tiny apartment office wondering what he had done with his life. He was 45 years old, quite good-looking (he'd heard it often enough that he had to believe it), and successful. Why, then, was he living his life alone? He had never married, had no kids, and few friends. What had he done wrong? Maybe it was the horrors he saw when he closed his eyes at night. He had spent a few months in the Vietnam during the war. 

Every time he closed his eyes he saw the young mother who, when her village was being evacuated, was carrying a piglet in one arm and an infant in the other. Her other five children had already boarded the helicopter when he informed her that, due to weight limits, she had to leave the piglet behind, their needs would be provided for at the refugee camp. Looking at him without emotion, she turned around and set something down on a crate floating in the floodwaters. About the time he realized she had left the infant behind, the child had already slipped into the muddy water.

He kept telling himself that the first woman that made him forget, he would make her his. He was beginning to despair ever finding her. 'It might be a good idea if I did a few sit-ups. Try to exhaust myself so that I won't dream of "her" again.' 

The next morning came too early for Lisa. The air conditioner in the dorms was broken, and it had been too hot to sleep the night before. It looked as it was going to be another scorcher, so she decided to wear as little as she could get away with in an attempt to keep from wilting. She put on her shortest dress with spaghetti straps. 'This'll draw a lot of attention, but what the hell.' At the last minute she decided to leave her panties off, 'It's too hot to wear them, any way. I'll just have to keep my legs together when I sit down.' She pulled her long blond hair up into a ponytail and, grabbing her books, walked from the dorm to class.

It was a little cooler in the classroom, but not much. She was sitting there, wishing they would get the goddamn air fixed, when 'he' walked in. She knew immediately that he would be able to love her like she needed. Now, how to get him interested in her? She was sitting in the second desk in the center row with no one in front of her so she her feet on the seat in front of her, knowing that this would show her bald pussy to the hot new professor.

Larry couldn't believe it; either this girl didn't know what she had done or she was an exhibitionist. Either way, he knew he wanted her. After class, he went to his office and, trying to get ready for the next class, couldn't concentrate. He decided he needed a little distraction so he went to his favorite erotic story site on the web to download some reading material for the night. One story caught his attention, so he decided to check the writer's profile. When the page loaded, he couldn't believe it. It was that daring blond—what was her name? Oh, yes, Lisa something—from his 8 a.m. class. 

About that time he heard a timid knock on his door. When he opened it, he was surprised to see Lisa standing there. "Professor Walker, I'm in your Ancient Greece class and you mentioned that we had to do a term paper and that you would give us details later in the term. Well I would like to go ahead and get started on it, if I could. Would you mind telling me what it is you're looking for?" 

"Lisa, it'll be easier to choose a topic later in the course. That's why I planned on assigning the paper around mid-term. But if you want some broad ideas, I'd be happy to meet with you later this afternoon. I was just on my way to my next class." 

"Sure, Professor Walker. How about I take you to lunch and we can talk then?" The university had a program that allowed students to take their professors to lunch and the school would pick up the tab. This allowed for better student/instructor relations, which is exactly what was on Lisa's mind…better relations with Professor Walker.

"That'll be fine, Lisa. I'll be through around noon, and I'll meet you at the cafeteria. Thanks."

'That girl is HOT! I'll get inside her clothes yet,' Larry told himself on his way to his next class.

Lisa couldn't believe it; she was actually going to have lunch with the sexiest man on campus. When he walked into the cafeteria, her heart leapt into her throat. He smiled as he walked towards her. "Let's see what's on the menu, shall we?" 

After perusing the menu and discovering nothing that either wanted to eat, Professor Walker suggested that they go somewhere else and he'd put it on his expense account. Lisa was delighted but maintained an outward calm as she accepted his offer. "So, Lisa, since I'm new in town, why don't you suggest a place to eat?"

"Well, Professor, I know this nice Chinese place just around the corner from the University, The Hong Kong Palace. How does that sound?"

"Sounds wonderful. Let's take my car."

Lisa knew that the atmosphere of the Palace was romantic and couldn't wait to be alone with him there, with the soft lighting and romantic music. She was smiling to herself as they drove over to the restaurant.

They ate lunch while discussing the term paper. Lisa kept catching herself staring at Professor Walker. Once or twice she could even swear he was staring at her but told herself that it was just a trick of the lighting. After lunch, he drove them back to campus, he had an afternoon class and Lisa had to get started on some homework.

'Lunch was nice,' Larry thought to himself that evening at home. 'But, I need to develop a plan to get this girl in my bed, and soon.' That night, Larry had pleasant dreams. Nice wet dreams. About Lisa. One in particular he kept thinking about all day. She had come to his office to ask some mundane question about something he knew she didn't need any help with. He ended up laying her across his desk and fucking her brains out.

Just thinking about that dream made him so hard that he was uncomfortable all day. Everyday, just when he thought he'd be alone long enough to jack off in his office; Lisa would knock on his door. If he didn't know any better, he'd of thought that she was sending him signals.

Over the next couple of weeks, Lisa kept coming up with question after question about the day's lecture that she "needed" clarification on. Everyday about noon, she would knock on Professor Walker's door only to have him open the door in obvious discomfort; there was always an obvious bulge in his pants.

Lisa longed to help him with his apparent problem but lacked the courage to initiate anything. She had been brought up to believe that the man should make the first move. She would act like the stereotypical blonde, hoping that he would see through the ruse and realize that she wanted him to make a move on her. She was beginning to despair when, after almost a month of this he finally made that move.

Each time Lisa went to his office her body burned with desire just thinking of that 6'6", 265 pound former Marine using her body hard and fast. She was sick and tired of the young college guys who didn't know shit about sex. She needed a 'man' to fuck her hot juicy cunt with no mercy. 

This time when she tapped on his door, instead of him opening it for her he replied, "Come in," in that deep, sexy voice of his. When she opened the door and he came into view, her heart started to beat a mile a minute. "Hello, Lisa," he smiled like he always did when he saw her, but this smile was different. It looked almost like the cat that ate the canary.

She looked at him and said, "Hi, Professor Walker. I was wondering if you had time to help me again?" She looked into his big brown eyes thinking of him on top of her body, looking into her eyes as he filled her tight cunt full of his hot, thick cum.

He stood up and moved closer to her hot, horny body. "Lisa, my dear, I've been spending more time with you than any other student." He pulled her into his arms like she was a 'rag doll.' "I think it's time you helped me with a problem."

She could feel his hard, thick cock pressing into her tummy. "Y…Ye…Yes…sir." She knew what kind of help he needed. The kind she was burning for.

He pulled her into his arms, squeezing her firm little breasts into his masculine chest. "I've wanted you since classes started. You, sitting there in front of me, showing your hot little pussy to me, teasing me so much." He sat her on his desk, pulled up her short little skirt. "Now I'm gonna eat this hot little pussy. How does that sound, Lisa?"

She trembled at his words knowing that she'd let him do anything he wanted to her. "Oh, yes! Please," she begged.

His mouth covered her wet cunt, licking up and down her swollen slit, making sure to give her clit a little suck. His hands pulled her tight half-shirt over her head, revealing her small, youthful breasts. He began to squeeze them with his big, strong hands. Finding her nipples, he started rolling them between his fingers.

"OH, YES!" She screamed out with joy as her young body enjoyed its first touch by an experienced man. His mouth and tongue toyed with her burning cunt sending her close to the first non-self-induced orgasm in her young life. Her cunt muscles wrapped around his long tongue as it probed deep inside her, licking the walls of her tight pussy, sending chills of pleasure through her body.

"Are you ready to cum, you sexy little bitch?" he asked, and then drove his tongue deep inside of her throbbing pussy. His hands reached under her ass, lifting her to him while his mouth devoured her young pussy.

"OH MY GOD! YES! OH YES!" Young Lisa screamed as her orgasm ran through her tender body. Her cunt muscles locked around Professor Walker's tongue, trying to milk it like a cock. He kept eating, teasing her spasming cunt until she fell back on his desk.

"Well, well, well. Somebody sure liked that," he said as he took her skirt off. "I've wanted you so bad since the first day of classes." He kissed her passionately, probing with his tongue to taste every inch of her mouth, sending more shock waves right to her cunt. "I hope you can take this, baby girl," he said as he pulled down his pants, exposing the longest, thickest cock Lisa had ever seen.

"Oh, my God! It's so big!" she said as her eyes devoured the prize cock. "Do you think it will go in me?" She was worried that it would split her in two.

He kissed her again as he placed the head of his massive cock at the entrance to her tight, little hole. "Oh, don't worry, slut, I'll get it in you." He gently pushed the head into her tight, young pussy, stretching her tiny hole as wide as it would go.

Lisa clinched her fists in pain, as well as a pleasure the likes of which she had never known before. Her cunt was stretched so wide as the massive cock was pushed deeper into her body. Inch by inch it submerged into her deepest depths, a place none of the young, inexperienced boys could even dream of going. "Oh, yes," she sighed with pleasure. His cock sank into her, to the back of her young hole, and it still had two inches to go.

"OH, MU GOD!" Professor Walker moaned as her cunt squeezed his long cock

She relaxed her body, "FUCK ME NOW! HARD!" she yelled as she looked into his incredibly sexy, big brown eyes. Her dreams were finally coming true; she was in the position she had dreamed of so many nights. The man she had come to love was using her cunt.

He looked back into her sexy green eyes, "OK, anything for you, my sexy little bitch." He began moving his hips back and forth, driving his massive shank in and out of her tender cunt, stretching it and filling it like never before.

Faster, deeper he used her little body. He needed to cum in this young thing that had been teasing him for a month. "I'm gonna fill you so full of cum it's gonna come out your ears." He pumped faster; he needed to cum so bad his balls hurt.

"Yes! Fill me full!" By this time Lisa had started thrusting her hips to meet his. "Cum in me! Make us cum!" her hips thrashed wildly, driving his massive cock all the way inside her cunt.

He pumped into her as fast as he could; the sound of skin slapping and the slurping of her pussy filled the office. "OH SHIT, YES!" Professor Walker yelled as his massive cock began shooting into Lisa's tight cunt. He grabbed her hips, and with one last hard shove, drove his cock into her fertile womb.

"IT HURTS! OH GOD!" she screamed with pain, but continued to thrust onto the big cock. His cock filled her womb full of swimming little baby makers. "GO! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!" she yelled as her young body exploded with a massive orgasm. Her muscles locked around his cock, squeezing even more cum from his full balls.

He lay, exhausted, on top of his sexy, young student. "Shall I schedule you for tomorrow?"

"Oh, yes!" she moaned, looking into his eyes with so much love that he thought he'd melt.

To be continued??