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Caution!

By: Eldro Rolod2



"Hmm. I think this is the place." Julie groaned as she pulled into the poorly lit parking lot. She was immediately struck with a sense that she may have arrived at the wrong bar. Her intention was to meet two of her girlfriends for a few evening-ending drinks before heading home. She had already been out for 5 hours with co-workers for a celebration of a large sale by her department. Past tipsy, a bit tired, and already dealing with her aching pussy's craving for her husbands cock, she threw caution to the wind and entered the bar. 

She had spoken to her friend Karen as she left the party, sure that she had known the bar Karen spoke about when she mentioned where "the girls" were ending the night. But, as Julie walked through the doorway, all eyes were immediately upon her, all male eyes. Karen, Jackie, and Janey were nowhere to be seen. 

"Well, I must have beaten them here." She thought. She quickly scanned the room for a booth and found one, just past the pool table, in the back corner of the small, dingy room. Just as she sat down, back to the wall, facing the doorway in anticipating of her friend's arrival, the only other female in the bar approached to take her order. Without thought she ordered a tall beer and, as the barmaid walked away, retrieved her phone to call Karen. 

"Damnit!" She exclaimed as the call failed to go through. She tilted the phone toward the dim light emitting from the area of the bar and slammed the cover closed as she realized she had no phone signal. Dropping the phone back into her purse, she pulled out her wallet and had the money ready as the barmaid delivered her drink. 

"Are you waiting for someone, Honey?" The barmaid asked. The tone in her voice clearly indicated that she hoped Julie was not alone.

"Oh, Yes. They are just running late I guess." Julie smiled.

"Ok then. Well, if you need anything else, just wave." The barmaid trotted back behind the counter and continued her seemingly endless production of drinks for the thirty or so men sitting at the bar. 

Slowly, Julie sipped her drink and frequently glanced at the doorway, anxious to see a familiar face entering. Between frantic looks every time the door opened, Julie alternated between watching the baseball game playing on the television suspended in the corner and taking glances at the assortment of men who all seemed to be well known by the barmaid. Most of the men appeared to be your "average Joe." Construction workers, City workers, and possibly a car salesman seemed to be the norm. Julie caught more than a couple of them checking her out, trying to be inconspicuous. Then, as if remembering, Julie glanced down at her cleavage. She had worn a loose white blouse that was open down to the latch of her bra, revealing the round, soft curves of her heavy breasts. 

Julie, although very pretty, was overweight and often seemed to "over-do-it" when trying to dress sexy for an evening out on the town. She suddenly became very self-conscious about her cleavage and gave a tug on the open neck of her shirt to conceal more of herself. 

When forty-five minutes had passed, Julie sank into the realization that her friends were not coming. After determining that it was getting too late and she should go home, she grabbed her purse, slid out of the booth, and headed to the women's restroom to relieve herself before the drive home.

As she pushed back the door into the restroom, She was immediately struck by how clean it was. "After all,.." she decided, "..Probably not too many female visitors in a place like this." Wanting to hurry, Julie didn't bother latching the stall door before she raised her skirt, bunching it up around her hips, slid her panties down to her knees and sat down on the toilet seat. As the soft, "Tinkle" of her urine echoed against the walls, she heard the restroom door open and close with mild thud. Julie dabbed at her pussy with a wad of tissue, stood, slid her panties back into place, dropped the hem of her skirt, and flushed the toilet by raising her foot and stepping on the handle. As she pulled on the door-latch to open the inward swinging door, it opened with more force than she expected, which startled her and caused her to jump backward with a slight gasp. 

Julie's gasp turned to a yelp as she realized a man was standing on the other side of the stall door. His hand was still against the outside of the door, having pushed it in, holding it against the stall wall. His mouth was parted in a grin, but his eyes struck Julie as evil. 

"What are you doing in here?" Julie yelled at the man. "Get out of my way, you freak!" She tried to get past the man, but was stopped by his right arm as it reached down and grabbed her around her waist. He pulled her into him, her face just below his shoulder. Julie could smell the booze on his breath and the odor of cigarette smoke on his shirt. She quickly pushed against him with her hand and forced her left leg around his, trying to force him off balance enough to get through. Her attempt did not work.

"Where you going, Sweetie? You should stick around. The party hasn't started yet." The man half giggled, still holding her in place with his strong arm. His face moved toward her as he glared down her shirt, admiring her now heaving chest.

"Let go of me, you Fucker!" Julie's scream was muffled when the man's other hand came down over her mouth, smothering her voice. 

Julie continued to struggle against the man, although he seemed to get more enjoyment out of the situation the more she tried to escape. As her eyes frantically scanned the room looking for a means of escape, she again attempted to scream, but to no avail. Just beyond the stalls stood two other men, both equal in size to the man she now fought against. They both stood there with glaring eyes and expectant smirks, one of them caressing his crotch. Before the shock of realizing there were now three men preventing her escape wore off, Julie was dragged out of the stall and into the more open area of the counter-top and sinks. The first man's hand was still covering her mouth, even though she tried her best to sink her teeth into the thick flesh. He seemed to find her attempts at biting humorous.

"Wow, we got a feisty one here." He laughed, causing the other men to join in with their own chuckles. "Don't worry, Baby. We won't hurt ya." He paused as he looked at the other men. "At least not the way you think." He then pushed Julie toward the other two men who responded by grabbing her just before she caught enough footing to run for the exit. 

The two men fought against Julie's flailing arms and kicking legs until they were able to pick her up off her feet and push her up onto the counter-top. One man held his right hand over her mouth and had a handful of her dark, curly hair in his left fist. His pulling caused Julie's neck to stretch and arch back, forcing her to look straight up at the ceiling. The man on her other side tried his best to keep both of Julie's arms pinned against her torso, one in front, and one painfully behind her. Julie's frantic and powerful kicks at the abdomen of her first assailant as he approached her legs seemed to have no effect. She continued to kick until the man covering her mouth quickly pulled his hand back and slapped her across the face. He then quickly re-covered her mouth and jerked harder on her hair. 

Taking advantage of Julie's pause, her initial attacker quickly grabbed at her skirt and pulled roughly, dragging it down her legs, letting it fall to the ground. As he reached for her panties, Julie again began struggling. This time, the man who had slapped her, grabbed her by the throat and squeezed until Julie emitted a gurgle sound, then loosened his grip, allowing her to breath. She immediately stopped kicking at the man between her knees, realizing her air could be cut off at any time. With her apparent submission in hand, the man continued by grabbing Julie's panties in both hands and, without even attempting to pull them down, ripped them apart, nearly tearing them completely off of her body. Julie began struggling again, but was stopped by the increased pressure on her throat. 

The third man who was holding her arms took a chance by releasing his grip with one hand and began groping Julie's breasts through her shirt. As he realized she wasn't going to strike him, out of fear of being strangled, he released the other arm and used both of his hands to unbutton the blouse, pulling it to her sides, fully exposing her torso. He then seemed to struggle with the front closure of Julie's bra and, becoming frustrated, roughly pulled the bra up and over her tits leaving the bra intact, but revealing Julie's massive breasts. Quickly he began massaging her tits, squeezing them in his calloused, hard hands, causing Julie to squirm in discomfort. He pinched her nipples hard, causing Julie to attempt a squeal, but it did not emerge from her dry, sore throat.

The sensation of having her nipples pinched so roughly caused a mixture of emotion for Julie. He mind was screaming, "Get these pigs off of me! Let me go!" But, her pussy became moist from the stimulation. She fought off the feeling by reminding herself that the man in front of her intended to rape her. The thought caused her to again panic and fight. She reached up and clawed at the face of the man tugging on her tits. He jumped backward trying to avoid her blows, but was not completely successful. Julie's left hand came across his face leaving bright, red streaks where her fingernails had raked down his forehead, across his nose, and down his chin. He yelped in pain, but came right back at her, again grabbing her arms and holding them down.

"All right, Bitch. We were gonna be nice, but if you wanna play rough, we'll do it that way." Growled Julie's first attacker. He quickly forced himself between her thighs, pulling down his pants as the second man increased the pressure on Julie's throat, but released his grip on her hair. 

With her head now free to move, Julie looked down at the man as he was pulling his underwear down to his thighs. Panic was overtaking her as her mind could find now way to prevent the seemingly inevitable next step. Julie's eyes widened as the man's cock was exposed and dangled in front of him. His cock was very thick and looked more like the end of a baseball bat as it moved closer to her opening. The man who had previously been pulling Julie's hair was now pinching her nipples very hard. Try as she might, Julie could not prevent her juices from flowing as her breasts spoke to her cunt. 

The man placed the head of his cock against Julie's now moistened pussy. He paid no attention to her squirming, or sobs, as he slowly pushed an inch of his meat into her. Julie tried to cry out, both out of anger and out of pain, but her body could not muster the energy. A low groan escaped her lips as her pussy spread wide with the head of his cock. She had never felt anything as thick inside her and her body could not process the confusion of knowing it should fight to keep it out, while at the same time having a sick, sexual curiosity of feeling its girth. 

Then, suddenly, and with one fast shove, the man buried his cock in Julie's pussy, completely filling her hole, stretching it to its maximum, painfully driving to her depths. Julie's body shuddered in pain, but her pussy responded by increasing its flow of lubricating juices. He pushed his pelvis against Julie's, smashing her clitoris between them. He held there for only a second before pulling nearly completely out of her and shoving into her hard, again smashing her clit. Julie's sobs increased as she loathed what was happening to her. Her feeling of helplessness was something she had never felt in the past. Tears ran down Julie's cheeks as she felt her body responding to the invasion. Fear and panic over-took her as she felt her pussy throb and cream from the stimulation. Her eyes widened as she realized she was about to cum.

With the third thrust of the man's cock, Julie's body was no longer listening to her mind. Her pussy had taken on a life of its own and was preparing her for orgasm, whether she wanted to cum, or not. As he sank to her depths with the fifth thrust, himself groaning as he approached orgasm, Julie came with a splash of cum that shot out between her tightly stretched flesh and the man's shaft, soaking his thick, curly pubic hair. The sensation must have been unexpected, because this seemed to force the man to shoot his own load, hot, thick, and sticky, deep into Julie's pussy. Julie felt the heat as it splashed against the back of her walls in heavy streams. He came so heavily that Julie could feel the mixture of their juices streaming out of her pussy, down the crack of her ass, and onto the counter-top. Her body nearly collapsed as her orgasm receded, causing the two other men to release their firm grips.

The man trapped inside of her shook his head as if forcing away a bad dream, then slowly pulled back, removing his cock from her. His movement caused a slurping sound to emit from her cunt as the cum sloshed between their flesh. 

Julie could neither speak, nor move when he finished. She was wracked with pain, exhausted from her exertion, and satiated from her massive orgasm. Her motionless body laid there, legs spread, cum oozing from her pussy, but her mind was not present. She had slipped into semi-consciousness. She barely moaned when the second man shoved his cock into her. Her pussy was so soaked with lubrication and cum that he entered her almost without her feeling it. His cock made fast, long strokes as it entered her over and over again, bringing her body back to life. Without her mind participating, her body again began to build to orgasm from the sensation of being fucked. Just before he came, Julie began moving her hips against his thrusts, driving him deeper into her in a subconscious effort to bring her once more over the edge. She came again just before she felt his load enter her, dumping out into the already heavy pool within her depths. He exited as soon as he finished; leaving her sweaty, gasping body sprawled across the counter.

After a moment Julie realized she was expecting more. The third man had not moved toward her when the second man finished. She wondered if her ordeal was over. She wondered what would happen next. Would they simply leave and let her escape? Would they rape her again? Would they kill her? She was drained to the point that she thought she could resist no more. She could be taken by anyone now. She felt used and thrown away. How could they do that? How could they just fuck her and leave her there, panting, dripping? Julie couldn't answer her own questions, so she spoke for the first time in what seemed to be ages.

"So, what now? Why aren't you fucking me?" She directed her stare at the third man. He was rubbing his cock through his jeans, but making no move to approach her.

"I'm not into sloppy thirds." He answered with an ugly smirk.

"What's wrong? I'm good enough for your friends, but not you? I guess you are better than they are?" Julie asked rhetorically. "Or maybe you just have a small cock and you're embarrassed to stick it in me?" Her insult was intentional in more ways than one. First, to shame one of the men who had shamed her. Second, to force him to fuck her. Her body, although battered and exhausted, still needed more. If he didn't feel like fucking her, she would humiliate him.

"Oh yeah, sure, cunt. That's it." He chuckled. "I just prefer my pussy a little less messy."

"Fine. If you aren't man enough to fuck me, I guess you should go get some more guys from the bar to finish me off. I'm still hungry." Julie was shocked that she had both said it, and meant it. 

"Fuck. You really are a sick slut, you know that?" The man offered.

"Ok, well.... How about you fuck my ass instead? Yours can be the only cum in that hole." Julie slid off the counter and turned her back to him, raising her hips into the air. Her ample, round ass glistened with sweat and cum as she reached back with her hands and spread her cheeks. "Come on. Shove your cock in my ass. See if you are man enough to make me cum with your cock up my ass."

Without other words, the third man pulled his cock from his pants and approached her waiting body. He attempted to guide his cock into her, but missed on the first attempt. Julie reached behind, grabbed his shaft, and after rubbing his head against her pussy to gather some lubricant, placed the head of his cock against her opening. She gently pulled him toward her, coaxing him to thrust. As he pushed into her she gasped and moaned. Although she occasionally enjoyed anal sex, it was rare that she did it and his cock spread her tight opening a little too roughly. Strangely her body responded, relaxing her muscles, allowing his violation of her. She reached back farther trying to pull him into her. Slowly he slid his entire shaft down her asshole.

"Yes. That's it. All the way. Deep. I like it deep in my ass." She whispered hoarsely. "Now fuck me, you piece of shit. Fuck me like the whore you wanted me to be. Fuck me hard with that pathetic cock." Julie wanted him to hurt her. She did not understand why, but she knew that insulting him was the best way of getting what she wanted.

"Fuck you, whore. Fuck you!" He groaned as he started thrusting. As quickly as his hips would move he drove into her, as deep as his shaft would go. "Yeah, fuck you! Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you!" 

Julie began driving her hips backward to meet his thrusts. His dangling balls rammed against her clit and pussy making sticky, slapping sounds as they did so. The added stimulation was exactly what Julie needed. Her cunt began to get hot and her juices were again flowing out of her, running down her inner thigh in steady streams. The throbbing cock in her aching ass also caused her orgasm to build. 

"Yes. Yes. You are doing it. You're gonna make me cum, you piece of shit. Your whore is gonna cum for you. Yes! Fucking my asshole is making me cum!" Julie was shocked by the vulgar words leaving her throat, but by this time she didn't care. She was cumming and that was all that mattered to her. With a loud moan she shot her cum from her pussy, spraying it against the man's thighs as he thrust ever harder into her ass.

He came with his cock in her depths. The cum was hot and caused Julie to squeal slightly as it was deposited. She shuddered again with a small orgasm as she felt his cock quiver and throb inside her ass. Then he quickly pulled out of her.

Before Julie could compose herself and turn around, all three men were gone. Quickly she buttoned her blouse, pulled off her torn panties and threw them into the trash bin, and pulled on her badly wrinkled skirt. Taming her hair as best she could with the help of the mirror, she began checking her neck for marks. Remarkably, there was some redness, but nothing more. Julie slipped out the door and noticed a fire exit at the end of the hall. She hurried through it and left the bar. Determined not only to stay in control, but also to keep her experience a secret from her husband, friends, and the authorities. Julie could only rationalize it in her mind.

"How do you tell someone about something like that? How do you tell someone you enjoyed it?"

Caution Blown to the Winds



The lads had come round, we had plenty of cans in and then, lo and behold, the match was cancelled due to flooding!

For want of anything better to do we started browsing on e Bay. Dave was the first to spot a group of students advertising dates to raise money for rag week. Some of them were serious lookers and the jokes soon got lewd. The bids were getting serious as well. But what is four figures when you are pissed. Some of the guys started talking about bidding but a scrap threatened to break out when several guys wanted to bid for Annette.

For some daft reason the peace maker in me suggested giving them numbers, drawing lots and each making a bid for one girl. That's how I got number 7, lucky for some but not, apparently, for me.

She said her name was Claire. There was no photo probably because she admitted that she was a mature student, aged 42, with two kids and a few extra pounds. Unlike the others her profile was not salacious. Not surprisingly she had attracted no bids. She had no reserve price so, for a lark, I bid two quid.

None of us had realised that the auction had only one hour to go. But the only sucker who got caught with a winning bid was me.

Next day sure enough I had an e mail via e Bay asking me to contact her. I sent her a non committal reply that didn't offer any time or place. To my surprise I got a pleasant, chatty response within an hour with an invitation to chat on MSN. Feeling this was getting out of control I hesitated. But curiosity got the better of me.

If she was insulted by my valuation of her it didn't show. In fact she seemed genuinely interested in the prospect of a date. But she was also a realist about herself. "I don't suppose you want to splash out on an old fattie like me," she wrote and proposed that we go for a walk in Bradgate Park, a free local beauty spot.

I agreed and the following Sunday pulled up outside her home and hooted as instructed. I didn't really know what to expect because she didn't have a webcam and had been coy about giving more details of her appearance. She came to the door with a friend who noted my registration number. Clearly she was no fool taking heedless risks. Claire herself, for that was her real name, smiled and waved. 

She had long, thick, tawny hair, chubby cheeks and a rosy complexion. She hadn't tried to disguise it with blusher and looked natural and homely. Her blue eyes stood out beneath high arched eyebrows divided by quite a prominent nose. She wasn't a conventional beauty but she had her own charm especially when her full lipped mouth broke into a smile.

Aside from her hair her most striking features were her breasts. They were huge and pendulous, braed but not enough to stop them swinging under her tight short sleeved pink sweater. Lower down she was in jeans which made an only partly successful attempt to disguise flab at her waist and, buttocks. She had meant what she said and completed her outfit with walking boots and a rucksack, both well broken in.

I sensed her mentally assessing me as I had done her. Friendly and relaxed on the journey she seemed to like what she found. She knew Bradgate Park well and directed me to a nice spot for a picnic. There I realised that she had gone to a lot of trouble. The food was delicious. Not in the least self conscious about her weight she indulged in sandwiches, cakes and biscuits as well as fruit. 

That didn't mean that she neglected herself; far from it. I noticed little things like the fresh apple scent of her shampoo and her beautifully manicured pink nails. She wanted to impress. But she wasn't taking any chances. She had chosen a well known beauty spot which was busy on a fine spring day so there was no chance for anything personal to develop. In any case she seemed happy for us to get to know each other slowly. It helped of course that she was intelligent and easy to talk to. I learned that she was studying for a BTEC management certificate; aiming for a second chance in life after a bad marriage and messy divorce. But her love was nature and she knew a lot about the plants, trees and birds in the park.

Normally I am more interested in things mechanical, but she had a way of explaining that brought topics to life. She offered to show me some of what we had talked about and we set out to walk into a less frequented, wooded region of the park. She was used to walking but I wasn't, the sun was high in the sky and I was soon seriously hot in my sweatshirt. When we sat on a tree stump for a break and a drink I took my shirt off. She wondered aloud, "Why can't women do that?" and laughed.

"I'm not stopping you", I replied and there is nobody around." That was true. Her enthusiasm for nature had overcome her caution and we were completely alone apart from a squirrel watching us from the trunk of a fallen tree. 

She decided to risk it and revealed the prettiest bra I have ever seen on a mum. It was baby pink with solid bases to the cups and a sturdy back strap. But the top parts were chiffon with rose pink lace trimmings. I couldn't help taking a close up look which revealed that she had small aureoles but huge, soft, rosy nipples, just made for sucking. 

She seemed to enjoy my whistle of surprise and appreciation as well as the breeze cooling her skin and let the straps off her shoulders. There was no sign of tan lines and I risked asking her if she ever sunbathed topless. 

That's my secret," she replied which I took to mean yes.

I wondered what might follow but after a few minutes the sweater went over her head again and we walked on aiming for a small pool which she promised was the jewel in the park. 

"Thanks for not mauling me, Paul," she said in a tone which implied I had passed a test. 

"I was tempted. You are beautiful," I admitted.

She flushed at this. "Nobody has told me that in years," she said with a catch in her voice. "I'm beginning to like you," and she took my hand.

I was beginning to more than like her and let my eyes absorb the natural sway of her hips and bottom. It was so uninhibited that I wondered how much she was wearing under her jeans.

I found out at the pool. It was the little piece of paradise she had promised and too far off the beaten track for anyone else. The water was crystal clear and, below a shelf of flat rocks, deep enough for swimming. "It's perfect!" I exclaimed. "I'm going for a dip. Come and join me. I dare you."

I was feeling shy and guilty at the thought of a stranger appearing. But I didn't want to admit that I had never done this on a first date before. The moment might not come again and was too precious to waste. So I stripped to my underpants. Claire had disappeared behind a rock but I sensed that she was secretly appraising me and I found that I was enjoying it and becoming aroused.

I jumped in, yelped and danced about. The water was freezing! But I soon forgot about it. Claire appeared standing on the sun bleached limestone rocks. She hadn't brought a bathing costume. Not just sweater and jeans but also her bra had been discarded. Her wonderful breasts were swinging free in a wide vee, nipples erect, ripe as water melons. All she had on was a pair of pink lace panties that covered about two square inches of her pudgy front and left her tawny fur peeping provocatively above the elastic.

I stared open mouthed but she just laughed and jumped in beside me with a massive splash. I retaliated and we sloshed and laughed in the chest deep water for a few minutes. The combination of sunlight on the top half of her breasts and ripples of pale, clear water on the lower half was breathtaking. I wished I was an artist and could capture it for ever. 

Instead I moved in to kiss and lick. But she saw me coming and made off. She was a surprisingly good swimmer and I had to go some chasing her. But I did, caught her legs and ducked her. When she came up she lay on her back floating on the surface, paddling with her hands. Her panties had become completely transparent and her generous, fleshy lipped fanny was too inviting to wait any longer.

The freezing water was keeping my cock limp so I got into the rescue position and pulled her backwards to the shore, marvelling at the little wavelets rippling over the rolls of her belly and ample, firm thighs.

Once ashore she found a tiny beach, screened by bushes and lay down. I stood above her, stripped off my wet underpants and waited for her magic, and the restorative power of the sun, to enlarge my cock. When it was big enough to produce a moan of desire from her I knelt beside Claire and slowly peeled off her panties. They were soaked in more than water.

Driven by the urgent need to take her before we were interrupted I lay beside her and pulled her into my arms, warming and devouring her all over with kisses and licks.

By now she had completely surrendered to her need and used every part of herself to build up greater power for me to satisfy her cunt. I propped myself up on my elbows to look at it. It was glorious, unbelievable with her wet bush slicked to her skin, her fanny lips rosy and engorged. She led my fingers to spread them and I looked deep into her depths, aware of a quivering clit and juice oozing out of the back onto her arse. I couldn't help it. She was begging to be used as a medieval peasant had probably used his dairy maid on this spot a thousand years ago. 

I just boned her as hard and long as I could. She loved it, wrapping her legs round me and moaning. I extended the pleasure by putting my hands under her big bottom, lifting her up and grinding our fronts together. Normally with an unshaved woman this irritates me but we were still wet and slippery and it was fantastic, like fucking a horny whale.

I fired deep towards her cervix not once but twice and felt her buck underneath me like a coiled spring as her orgasm hit her. The force rolled us onto our sides but she clamped her fanny muscles to my cock, held me in and rolled me all the way over until I was spread eagled on the ground and she was kneeling astride me. 

I thought I was done but began to fondle those amazing udders, giving her a hand bra then squeezing and pulling her tits like milking a cow. 

The effect was better than Viagra and I was ready to cum again when I heard crashing in the bushes behind me. Startled and scared I let go and my deflated cock flopped out of her fanny. She jerked back and folded her arms to protect the modesty of her breasts then burst into hysterical laughter. 

"She wants milking too," Claire said and pointed at a large, brown and white cow which was staring at us from the bushes, its bloated udder swinging between its legs.

Our moment was over and we quickly rinsed off then threw our clothes on and left the cow alone to have its drink.

"That was amazing, Claire," I said when we reached her home. "But let's have our next date in private."

"OK," she agreed. "And it won't cost you two quid." 



Caution! Slut in Training



If there was one thing that Darla Hanson absolutely hated, it was multi-tasking. She had always thought that if something was worth doing, than you should give your full attention to doing it properly. Distractions were a pain in the ass.

Sometimes, however, there was no choice. Take now for instance. Her mother had called at a most inopportune time but what could she do; it was her mother after all. You couldn't ignore your own mother could you?

"Yes mother. Of course I did mother. Uh huh. Yes. Ok."

This was silly Darla thought. She had to end this conversation right now.

"I'm sorry mother. I see that the mailman's coming. I'm expecting an important delivery. I've got to put you on hold for a minute, ok?"

Darla pushed the mute button and turned her head just in the nick of time. A thick wad of hot, juicy cum splashed against her cheek and nose. Darla opened her mouth and stuck out her cute little tongue, inviting the rest of Mr. Johnson's huge load inside. 

She grabbed his ass and pulled him to her, forcing his cock into her open mouth as shot after shot of his delicious hot cum erupted into her. Darla loved the taste of cum, loved the feeling of it shooting into her mouth and down her throat. She would gladly have sucked cock all day if she could have.

Harvey Johnson had been her mailman for several years before the first time that Darla had invited him in for a cold drink one hot summer's day. Maybe it was the way he looked in those tight Government Issue shorts but within minutes Darla had pushed them down to his ankles and had swallowed his manhood. Harvey was a married man but there was no way in hell that he was going to turn down a blow job from this hot, sexy woman. He had held out as long as he could but finally with a shudder of pure pleasure he had cum in her mouth. He had been more than somewhat surprised that she had swallowed his whole load without wasting a drop. Who knew?

After that it had become a weekly ritual. Every Friday afternoon, Harvey would deliver her mail and then a hot load of cum to Darla. It never changed. She had no desire to fuck him or to see him any other day of the week. Actually, Harvey thought, it was a little weird. Nice but weird. He was too smart to complain.

Darla worked her lips and tongue around the head of his cock, coaxing every last drop from him. She pulled it out of her mouth and licked the underside of the throbbing head as her hand slid up and down its wet, shiny length. She was rewarded as one last wad of cum appeared at the tip. Greedily she licked it up and gave his cock a long, lingering kiss.

Harvey took just a second to catch his breath and then pulled his shorts back up. Part of the ritual was the fact that after he had fed her his load, she liked him to leave as soon as possible. After all, what more was there to say after that?

"Until next Friday," he murmured as he walked out the door. Darla waved goodbye absentmindedly as she licked her lips and picked up the phone.

"Mother, are you still there? Yes I got the delivery." She suddenly remembered the cum on her cheek and she used her fingers to scoop it up and pop it into her mouth.

"Oh I'm just having a little snack Mother. That's right; a girl's got to keep her strength up. Ha ha."

Later, after Darla had hung up the phone, she took a moment to plan out the rest of her day. Mr. Johnson had temporarily sated her desires but Darla knew that wouldn't last long. The entire Postal Service couldn't deliver enough cum to satisfy her needs, Darla thought with a laugh.

"You're such a slut," she said aloud to herself. It was true, Darla knew, she was a slut. She liked sex, lots of sex, and she wasn't all that particular about who knew it. She liked sex with men, with women and even with both at the same time. She liked sucking and fucking in every possible way and she liked it all the time. Well, she thought to herself, if that made her a slut in some people's eyes, then tough shit.

Long ago Darla had learned the rules of the game and had rejected them. If men could fuck around and be called studs or whatever, then why couldn't women do the same? Her appetite for sex was as large as any mans so why should she deny herself?

She had tried marriage at a young age but it had not lasted long. Darla was never meant to be the property of any one person. She was the master of her own life and that was how it would stay from now on. She had enough money from the marriage settlement so that she didn't need to work. She could concentrate on what was really important, fulfilling her sexual needs.

At 25, Darla was at the peak of her physical beauty and carnal appetite. Her long auburn hair hung shoulder length framing her beautiful face. Her body was damn near perfect and she knew how to use it to get what she wanted. Rarely was she ever turned down for anything she might seek. If some might call her a slut, well, what of it? She thought of herself that way sometimes too. In fact, she embraced the term.

Usually on Fridays Darla spent the day shopping. She might buy herself a new outfit, have some lunch and then have a little "adventure." Her "adventures" usually consisted of finding someone new to fuck her brains out and then wile away the rest of the day and evening having sex with them. Darla had an address book full of names and numbers of lovers who would jump at the chance to see her again but she often preferred to find strangers to satisfy her needs. There was just something exciting about having sex with someone new.

Darla smiled at the memory of one afternoon several years earlier when she had ventured into the local adult movie theater. She had barely seated herself in the middle of a deserted row of seats when she noticed several men begin to fill the seats in the rows around her. She had crossed her long legs letting her skirt ride up high on her thighs. May as well give them another show besides the one on the screen she had laughed to herself. Before long the men were leaning over the seats peering at her. Darla noticed that several of them had their hands busy in their laps, stroking their cocks.

So many cocks around her, she thought, it would be a pity to waste the opportunity. She began slowly rubbing her breasts and licking her full lips. One of the men, bolder than the others, sat down next to her. She smiled and lowered her hand to his lap and began stroking his cock. It felt so good in her hand. She smiled at the rest of the men who now filled the seats around her.

Someone from behind reached around her and began rubbing her breasts. She moaned and said to the man in the row in front of her "Let me suck your cock honey." He stood up and unzipped himself and stood on the seat. Darla knew that everyone in the theater could see what was happening but she didn't care. She bent forward and took his cock into her mouth. The sounds of her sucking and slurping filled the theater or so it seemed at the time.

Soon there were throbbing cocks all around her. As fast as she would take one in her mouth there would be two or three more slapping against her face. She was aware that two men had lifted her up and laid her down in the wide aisle of the theater. Men surrounded her and she felt her clothes being pulled from her. She felt wild, like an animal whose only aim was to get fucked. Cocks entered her pussy and her mouth only to be pulled out and replaced with another. Men shot hot loads of cum in her mouth, on her breasts, and in her pussy. It was wonderful!

Eventually all the men were finished with her. She must have sucked off at least fifteen men and who knew how many more had fucked her. There had been cum in her hair and her ears and her body was coated in it. She had stumbled off to the bathroom where she had cleaned herself up as best as she could and then drove home.

From time to time after that she would return to the theater when she was in the mood but at some point it had closed down. Everybody was watching videos at home now, not in public theaters. Too bad!

Well! Darla shook her head to remove the vision of herself sucking off hoards of horny men at the movies. That was then and this was now and now was the time for one of Darla's favorite things. Umm, how she had come to love Fridays!

It had been about six months ago when Darla had first met Jenny. As a rule, Darla never attempted to meet the neighbors; it was just better that they minded their own business and stayed out of her life. They had their lifestyles and she had hers. That didn't mean however that Darla was oblivious to what was happening around her.

She knew that the neighbors on her right were very conservative and very religious. The bumper of their car was covered with stickers advertising their faith, and their few brief meetings had usually resulted in their inviting Darla to their church. Darla had politely declined. After that they kept a polite distance. That was fine with Darla.

One Sunday Darla had been out in her yard when she was surprised to hear someone crying in the yard next to her. Usually her neighbors were in church all day Sunday so she was surprised that anyone was there at all, much less crying mournfully.

She peered over the fence and saw the neighbor's daughter seated at the picnic table bawling her eyes out. Darla had never met this girl but she politely asked if she could help her in any way. After some gentle coaxing, the girl had reluctantly come over to Darla's house.

The girl's name was Jenny and she was eighteen years old and a senior at the high school. It took a bit but eventually her story came pouring out in a flood of tears and sobs.

It seemed that Jenny wasn't quite as eager to spend her life as a "good" girl, at least as her parents defined the word. Here she was eighteen years old and she had never been on a date, never kissed a boy or even held hands "or anything." She was tired of the plain, frumpy clothes her parents made her wear. She was tired of their interference in her life and in everything she did. She felt like she was being "smothered." The only reason she was home now and not at the start of a long Sunday at church was that she had faked being ill and even then her parents had almost made her go anyway. Soon another explosion of tears rendered her speechless.

Darla looked Jenny over carefully. She was a very pretty girl perhaps even beautiful but you would never see it at first glance. She knew nothing of makeup, her clothes were so baggy and conservative that the word 'pathetic' came easily to mind and her hair needed some serious work. And yet...

Her skin was beautiful, radiant almost; her eyes were a deep blue and seemed to lock you in place when she looked you in the eyes. Darla also took notice of the fact that she seemed to have a beautiful body under her conservative clothing. She was like a beautiful painting that was covered with grime from years of neglect. Sometimes though, once the grime was taken off you were left with a masterpiece that you never knew you had.

Darla was intrigued with the idea of helping this girl. She knew the risks of course, the girl's parents would never allow it and in fact the girl herself could prove to be unworthy of the attention it would take. Still it would be interesting.

Darla told Jenny that she might be willing to help her but that it would have to be a secret just between the two of them. She would teach her some things about makeup and clothing and especially about 'boys.' That is, if she were interested.

Jenny jumped at the chance. She hugged Darla tightly and Darla could feel Jenny's firm young breasts pressing into hers. Despite herself, Darla felt herself getting wet. This could be very interesting, she thought.

So it began. After school, when her parents thought that she was working on the school paper or some other extracurricular activity, Jenny would sneak into Darla's house the back way. Darla made her feel right at home and after two or three days Jenny began to visibly relax .Darla and Jenny were the same size so she would try on Darla's clothes. The first time she tried on one of Darla's miniskirts she blushed so deeply that Darla almost laughed. Soon however she was at ease in that outfit.

Darla had been right. Jenny had a beautiful body. Her legs were long and smooth and shapely. The miniskirts showed them off perfectly and Darla knew that soon the boys, who had ignored her up to this point, would be all over her.

Her young breasts were full and Darla's outfits clung to them enticingly. Darla longed to take them in her hands and run her wet tongue over the young girl's nipples, feeling them swell in her mouth. She knew it was too soon however.

After a couple of weeks Darla decided it was time for a road trip. She drove to a mall on the other side of town where there was no chance of running into Jenny's parents. She took the girl shopping for a couple of outfits and the results were predictable.

Men turned and gawked at the sight of the two women in their revealing outfits and two guys actually approached them and offered to buy them lunch. Darla politely declined although on another occasion she might have taken them both home. Jenny seemed stunned at the attention but Darla noted that she never stopped smiling. Things seemed to be going just as Darla had planned.

Later, back at the house, Darla carefully began questioning Jenny about her knowledge of boys and sex. Jenny explained that sex was for "having babies" and had to wait for marriage. She was not allowed to date boys and had to pray every night in order to keep her thoughts pure.

Christ, Darla thought, why do parents spend so much time and energy lying to their children about sex and its wonders. Probably because they had been lied to in their day and so the bullshit just went on and on. She sighed. It would take some work to undo the damage that had been done to Jenny already, Darla thought.

Darla however, was very wrong on that score.

Jenny had been waiting all her life for someone like Darla to come along. She had sensed at an early age that her parent's lifestyle was wrong for her. She had longed to meet someone more 'down to earth' who could teach her the way to a different lifestyle. She hadn't known what that lifestyle would be but she was ready to learn. She wanted to know everything and she perceived that sex had to be a part of it.

She had loved the way men had looked at her in the mall and she was experiencing physical urges that she had never felt before. What's more, she was surprised to find out that she liked those feelings. She wanted more of them.

As Darla began teaching her what sex was really all about, Jenny instinctively felt that finally she was getting the truth from someone. Things that she had thought and felt in her private world suddenly made sense. It was like tumblers in a lock falling in place and the lock suddenly clicking open and free.

Darla talked for almost an hour without interruption. She explained every aspect of sexual behavior as she understood it and talked at length about her own personal lifestyle and beliefs. She hadn't planned on going this far so soon but she could see the girl hanging on her every word. What the hell she thought, maybe it's best to find out now what kind of girl she was dealing with before she invested any more of her time.

Finally Darla finished her talk. She looked in Jenny's eyes and it wasn't fear or repulsion that she saw there. It was eagerness or so it seemed to her. Jenny smiled.

"Will you teach me things?" she asked tentatively.

"Perhaps."

"Please? I really want to know things. I'll do whatever you want."

"Whatever I want? You'll do whatever I say?"

"Oh yes. Anything."

"You understand everything I told you? That people might talk about me. People might call me things that most might find offensive. If you're with me people might say the same things about you."

"I don't care."

"Your parents will probably go apeshit you know." You might have to leave."

"I don't care about them. I'll leave anyway. I'm 18 now; I can do what I want."

My god, Darla thought to herself, is this really happening? This had proceeded so quickly that there had been no time to think things through. One look at the eager expression on Jenny' face however, removed any doubts.

"Well then, why don't we see just how much you really mean what you say. Come over her and sit next to me Jenny." Jenny quickly arose and sat primly next to Darla on the couch.

"First thing honey, you have beautiful legs you know. When you sit down, let your skirt ride up on your thighs. Then you can slowly cross your legs if you like. Let people get a good view.

Jenny stood back up and then sat down again. Her miniskirt rode way up her legs this time. She crossed her legs and smiled at Darla.

"That's it honey. There won't be a soft dick in the room if you sit like that..." Darla noticed Jenny blushing when she said the word 'dick'.

"Honey, let me be honest. I like to talk dirty. It turns me on and usually it turns on whoever I'm with. Men find it sexy when beautiful women use nasty language. At least the men I deal with." She laughed.

"You mean like dick?" Jenny giggled.

"Yeah and cocks, pricks and pussy and cunt and best of all, fuck. Try this honey, 'Come on baby and fuck me with that big cock of yours.'"

"Come on baby. Fuck me with that cock." She was blushing to her roots but she was game for this, that much was clear.

Darla smiled. "That's great baby." Her hand began gently brushing Jenny's hair away from her face. She knew that breaking down Jenny's resistance to using dirty language was a step on the path that she had chosen; the path to turning Jenny into a dirty, fucking slut, just like herself. Hmm!

"Now baby, it's important that you talk dirty to me all the time understand? When you learn that, then I'll teach you when to not use that language. First things first however, Jenny have you ever kissed anyone in a sexual way?"

"No," she murmured.

Darla smiled. Leaning slowly forward she took Jenny's head gently in her hands and pulled her toward her. Her lips met Jenny's, gently at first but soon with more urgency.

"Ummm", Jenny moaned and quickly Darla slid her wet tongue into Jenny's welcoming mouth. Her hand slipped down and cupped one of Jenny's firm breasts and began kneading it softly. Jenny stiffened as this new sensation of pleasure spread outward from her breast and seemed to fill her whole body. She felt warm and tingly all over. A new sensation between her legs told her that she was getting wet down there, a feeling she had previously only felt alone at night in her bed when she dared to rub herself there. Her tongue sought out Darla's and they gladly swished together in her mouth.

"Oh honey you taste so good". Darla took Jenny's earlobe in her lips and sucked it. Her hand found its way under Jenny's t-shirt and sought out her nipple. She took it between two fingers and began slowly pulling on it.

"Oh Darla, shit, I've never felt like this before. Oh, don't stop, please don't stop."

"Stop?" Darla giggled. "Oh I won't stop honey." She whispered into Jenny's ear, "I'm going to eat you up baby, I'm going to lick and suck and fuck every inch of your sweet body."

"Oh yes, that's what I want too."

Darla was stroking both of her breasts now. She could feel Jenny's nipples were rock hard. The girl had her head turned back and her eyes closed as she moaned with pleasure. Darla had her now she knew...

"You're my little fuck-bitch now aren't you Jenny? Before I'm through with you you'll be on your knees begging me for my pussy. I'll make you lick my cunt and my asshole and then I'll have some of my men friends over. They'll fuck you every which way and then fuck you again. I'll have you fucking three or maybe four men at the same time and then I'll take you out and make you suck off strangers in public. I'll take you to your fucking high school and have you suck off the whole fucking football team. Ill.."




Caution! Slut in Training



Jenny suddenly sat straight up and looked at Darla. For the briefest of seconds Darla thought that maybe she had overdone it.

"Shut up Darla!" Jenny's eyes were blazing with emotion. "Just shut the fuck up! Stop talking about it and start fucking doing it!" She threw herself on Darla and buried her tongue in her mouth. She pulled her t-shirt up and over her head, breaking her kiss only long enough to do so.

Pulling her mouth from Darla's she held her breast out and Darla gladly slid the nipple into her mouth and began sucking on it. It was the best feeling that Jenny had ever felt...

"Oh yesss. That feels so good. Oh yes, I want to be your fuck bitch. Show me how. I'll do anything. Anything you can think of. Tell me what you want."

"Touch my pussy Jenny. Feel how wet it is." The girl tentatively reached under Darla's skirt and lightly touched her pussy.

"You're not going to break it bitch, now grab that fucking cunt and rub it!"

Jenny tightened her grip on Darla's pussy and began massaging it. "Ohh, it's so wet."

""Put a finger up inside of me you little tramp. Do it! Finger fuck me."

Jenny slid first one and then another finger up inside of Darla's wet, slippery hole. Darla threw her head back and moaned.

"That's it bitch. Ohh yeah! Find my clit and rub it for me! Yeah! Fuck it!!"

Jenny was in heaven. Here she was, pleasuring her new friend and mentor and she was enjoying it immensely. Her pussy was wetter than ever and she hadn't ever been touched down there. Just the feel of Darla licking and sucking her erect nipple was enough to drive her wild. She wanted more!

As one, both women stood and threw off their clothes. They stared lustfully at each others bodies. Jenny felt that she had never seen anything as beautiful as the now naked Darla. Her firm breasts, soft white skin and beautiful, long legs were driving her crazy with desire.

"Sit down on the couch honey," Darla commanded. "I want to watch you fuck yourself. Then if you're a good little slut, I'll suck you off. Then you can do me."

"Oh god yes," Jenny moaned. She sat back on the couch and Darla knelt down on the carpet between her beautiful teen legs. Darla pulled Jenny's hips to the edge of the couch and parted her legs.

Jenny's pussy was simply beautiful. Of course she had never shaved her pubic hair but Darla found it even prettier because of that. She hoped to spend lots of time later picking Jenny's private hairs from her mouth. She had always liked that. For just a moment Darla was content to stare at the young girls beautiful pussy. Her pussy lips were full and heavy and at this point they hung open like a beautiful flower in bloom. A trace of moisture covered them and Darla knew there were lots more of the yummy juice inside of her. Darla could barely contain her desire to bury her face in that beautiful cunt..

"I want you to open your pussy up for me baby. Spread it wide open for me."

Jenny moaned and reached down with both hands. Gently grasping her wet lips she parted her pussy wide open and was rewarded with the sound of Darla's delighted gasp.

"Oh honey, you're beautiful down there. Now stick your fingers up inside of yourself. Oh, that's it baby. Slide them in and out. You're fucking it soo good baby. Oh shit yeah! How's that feel you little slut-whore?"

"Oh it feels good, so good in my pussy. I'm so wet. Is this what a cock feels like? Ohh my god that's good."

Darla leaned forward and her tongue gently licked Jenny's clit. She giggled as she answered, "No baby, a cock is going to feel much better than that. Umm, you're yummy. Take your fingers out and let me lick your pussy juice off them."

Jenny slowly slid her wet fingers out of her cunt and held them out to Darla. Darla could see that they were soaking wet as she greedily took them into her mouth. Her tongue and full lips licked and sucked them clean and dry.

"Oh you taste so good! Do it again and then I want to see you suck them clean. Come on baby; let me see you taste your own pussy."

"Oh yes, I want to!" Jenny resumed finger fucking herself. Her fingers slid in and out, probing deeper each time. She looked down and smiled as she saw Darla's face just inches from her pussy, watching her fuck herself. Suddenly, without being told, she pulled her fingers from her cunt and thrust them into her own mouth. Never before, when alone at home, had she ever dared to do this but now she delighted in her new freedom to try anything. The taste was earthy and wonderful and she licked all of her own juices up. She felt free and wonderful when suddenly Darla slid her fingers up and into her and her tongue found the young girl's clit.

It was as if a jolt of sexual electricity had coursed through her whole body. Fucking herself had been nice but this feeling was pure heaven. Darla's tongue knew just how to bring maximum pleasure to whomever she was servicing and she used all of her knowledge to please Jenny. While her nimble fingers continued to fuck the girl's wet pussy, her tongue and lips went to work

Her tongue licked the protruding clit and then she took it between her full, bee stung lips, sucking on it gently. Her fingers slid slowly from the girl's wet cunt and after quickly licking the fingers clean, she spread the wet lips of her pussy open. Her tongue licked the lips themselves and then she buried her lips and tongue inside the girl. Her tongue reached into the pussy as far as it could reach, seeking out the precious juice she knew was there.

Jenny, needless to say, was beside herself with passion.

"Oh Darla...ohmygod..shit yes! I never... oh god..do it . oh right there fuck yes..oh that tongue. Suck it...oh yes..!"

Her legs were on Darla's shoulders now as Darla continued her assault on the teen's virgin pussy. She knew the girl couldn't last too much longer and she was eager to taste her cum. She wanted to suck out all of it and then swap it into Jenny's wet mouth. There was nothing better than to see another girl with her own cum juice coating her lips. Oh that was so yummy!

Jenny had actually brought herself to a climax once before but she was unprepared for what was about to happen to her now. She felt the slow buildup of pleasure between her legs as Darla fucked and sucked her. It seemed to radiate outward, through her whole body and began to increase dramatically with every breath. She actually flinched uncontrollable once or twice as her body reacted to the mouth between her legs.

Suddenly she began to feel as if an electric current were surging through her. Her hips rose up and thrust out to meet Darla's mouth halfway.

"Oh fuck Darla, what's happening?..oh god I feel like...Ohhh Ohhh.

First one and then a series of bolts of pure pleasure shot through her body. Her eyes closed and she clenched her fists in Darla's hair and pushed her face even deeper into her. Her body jerked uncontrollably as wave after wave of her orgasm swept over her. The feeling was beyond her wildest dreams and she was aware on some primitive level that she was screaming at the top of her lungs. For what seemed hours, but was really just a minute she was outside of herself with pleasure and she rode it as best she could.

Finally she became aware that the pleasure was leveling off and slowly retreating. A few more intense jolts shot through her but she became slowly more aware of her surroundings and of Darla who continued to gently lick and suck on her pussy. She started to tell Darla how wonderful it had been but Darla suddenly pulled away from her pussy and joined her on the couch and kissed her deeply.

Jenny was aware that Darla's lips and face were coated with juice and as she allowed Darla access to her mouth, she felt Darla push some juice and spit unto her tongue and lips. The taste of her cum was wonderful and she was excited that Darla was sharing it with her. Their tongues met and they swapped the precious juice back and forth until there was none left. Finally they kissed gently and looked into each others eyes.

"Oh Darla, that was incredible. I had no idea that anything could feel that good."

"That's just the beginning honey. Trust me; we're just getting started on your education." She kissed Jenny on the lips. Jenny suddenly got a sly smile on her face.

"Can I do that to you now?"

"Thought you'd never ask baby, but you have to ask me properly, like a slut would ask."

Jenny giggled. "Oh I forgot." Her hand slipped down between Darla's legs and her fingers began oh so lightly rubbing on her wet pussy lips. She looked Darla in the eyes, smiled and said, "Please baby, your little slut wants to lick your pussy now. I want to taste it and lick it and suck it for you. You can cum in my mouth too. Please baby, let your little suck bitch fuck you?"

"That's it you little whore. You want to suck my cunt for me? All right baby and guess what? Tomorrow's Friday. You know what happens on Friday whore? You and I are going to suck off the mailman. Oh you're going to love the taste of cock honey. Not to even mention the taste of his hot cum. Think you're ready for that you filthy little pussy licking bitch?"

"Darla, I've been ready all my life. Now spread those legs of yours. Your little bitch is hungry." 



Cautionary Family Tail



Golden delicious hair fanning out on tartan picnic blanket, hands gliding up creamy peach textured flanks to seize and squeeze ripe honeydews, while tongue parts layer and layer and layer of forbidden fruit in search of the nut. Finding it and sucking, sucking, sucking. A sighing of "Now, now, sow me," and the rise up with tongue along peach fuzz trunk, stretching out branches, sending oranges this way, ripe apricots and almonds the other way, scattering across blanket. Phallus parting the plump petals and caressing the nub to the music of sighs and moans. Lips and teeth feasting on shimmering melons.

Soft plum caressing the gate of paradise, pressing on the gate, thrusting through the gate. Basket of cherries under vanilla hips crushed, the sweet nectar spreading on blanket, melding with the red wine from the toppled bottle. Gates thrown wide open. Entering, entering, entering, to the cries of the plowing of the furrow to the uppermost branch of the apple tree shielding tartan picnic blanket. A bite of the apple and then another . . . and then another. Momentary thrashing about. A holding as the whole orchard stops breathing. Tension; a shudder and a jerk. A final plunge of the blade of the plow and creamy seed spreading out into the core.

"Too much? Too graphic?" Evan looked up from his reading to see the female students with stunned expressions, the other male students sniggering, Professor Whitlam with slitted eyes. Turning his face to the professor, Evan said, almost in a whine, "You told us to be expressive in our assignment . . . to use metaphor . . . and to write from what we know," he said in a low, hesitant voice.

OK, he shouldn't have thrown in that last bit—writing what he knew—he realized, from the renewed sniggering, now joined in by some of the more worldly women students. But, damn it, he did know how to fuck a woman, even how it felt to pop a cherry, and a good half of the female students in this class knew that very well.

And as far as graphic, it was nowhere as near graphic as what had inspired it. Her name had been Tanya, and there was nothing peachy about her mahogany skin. He hadn't tried a black woman before, and Tanya had been laying the signals on strong. Yes, they'd sent some of the picnic food scattering. But that had resulted from Tanya's eagerness to lay him before they'd eaten. Yes, lay him. He was no slacker, but that girl had been like a Hoover vacuum cleaner. ("Like." He'd used "like" in that thought. Professor Whitlam had told him to avoid simile, to concentrate on metaphor, in the creative writing class exercise, and he thought he'd done that well. That was deserving an A, wasn't it?)

No melons for Tanya. Well, melons, yes, but watermelons rather than honeydews. Good feasting, though. And flowing cherry juice or red wine? Forget about it. Tanya's cunt had been as busy—and reamed as big—as the Holland Tunnel, and her labia as plump petals? More like the jaws of a bulldozer, grabbing his cock and pulling him inside. Squeezing and rippling channel wall muscles, milking him dry; not letting him go until, balls aching, he'd released his cum four times. Fucking him voraciously again in the car when the rain had forced them to seek shelter.

Not that he complained.

"No, actually, that was very good, Evan," Professor Whitlam said, smiling. "Perhaps you could have found an appropriate metaphor for 'phallus,' as that pretty much gives it away to anyone not already discerning the meaning," and at this point Professor Whitlam looked directly at a slight female student, Ann Marie, sitting on the front row, bunched up into herself and still quivering and looking stunned, "but I can't think of one right off hand myself . . . 'the blade of the plow' doesn't seem to quite capture it . . . so very good overall, very good indeed."

"Now," the professor continued, turning her attention to the rest of the class, "That's all the time we have for class today. Rodney, you'll be up first in the next class, and I hope to God you haven't chosen to write on baseball again." The students chuckled as they shuffled up from their desks. Rodney looked a little chagrinned, no doubt wondering what he could do for a rewrite between now and the next class. Could he just substitute "football" for "baseball" and get away with it, he wondered.

Ann Marie edged up to Evan before she left the room, and, looking at the floor and mumbling so that he might not have heard her if his radar for such questions wasn't pinging right along. "Evan. I'd love to go on a picnic with you some day."

Skinny, shy, tits promising to be more like fired eggs than melons. Didn't matter, Evan was nineteen and highly sexed, perpetually hard and always good to go. She was a sweet-looking piece. Not quite the vision of all-American blonde he usual spiked, but working hard to achieve that. Evan had visions of cherries popping going off in his mind. If there was a virgin in this class, it would have to be Ann Marie. Those ultrathin hips of hers, though. Room for him to work? He'd make it fit; he always had.

"I'd like that, Ann Marie. But picnics take a lot of time. If you don't want to take all of that time, why don't you just meet me in the bushes behind Scott library in, say, fifteen minutes. I'd show you a good time and handle you just right. First time, right?"

Ann Marie mumbled something unintelligible to the floor and blushed; Evan took that to be a "yes." Always best to be optimistic. That was Evan's mantra—or one of them. "Get in there, get in there, get in there" was a favorite of his too.

Sure Evan was cocky and arrogant. But he had a right to be. Movie star blond looks and both lacrosse team standout and poetry editor of the school's literary journal—and with the rumor spread and verified by many that he both had a record cock and knew how to use it—all meant he was in high demand at the college. And Evan was young, virile, constantly hard, and randy. He'd fuck anything that moved. If he couldn't stand to look at it, well, that's what light switches were made for.

He was about to follow Ann Marie out of the classroom, curious himself if she wanted it so bad she'd carry through and meet him behind the library, when Professor Whitlam called him back.

"You know I have a book signing tour for Ravenscroft Mystery coming up in England the week after next," the professor said.

"Yes, I've heard. Does that mean we won't have class that week?"

"There will still be class, but perhaps you won't be here for it. I have a grant to take a student with me on tour for the experience that would benefit a young writer. I thought I'd take you."

From the look she gave him, Evan wondered if the experience he'd get would be covered in the grant prospectus. A little jolt of electricity went through his body. He'd hadn't done a cougar yet. "Well, that would be wonderful," He stammered. "But I don't know if I could manage it."

He, in fact, knew he couldn't swing it. He'd been on cut rations since the beginning of the summer. He'd made the mistake of going home to New York. His father was a history professor at NYU. And he had a weakness for marrying younger women with roving eyes. He'd caught Evan fucking his wife, Evan's latest stepmother, Claudia—or rather the ravenous Claudia fucking Evan—by the pool, quite unexpectedly and on the spur of the moment as far as Evan was concerned, and Evan had been packed back to Maryland and sent only the slimmest of subsistence checks ever since. Of course it was his father's fault for what he married and for letting Evan come home for a visit.

"It's a grant, Evan. All expenses paid. Why don't you come around to my house at 9:00 tonight so we can talk about it? You know where I live, don't you?"

Sure he did. He'd had the professor's place staked out since the beginning of this, his sophomore year—just as soon as he'd seen what a hot babe she was, even at her age. While he hadn't done a cougar yet, he had been making a "to do" list.

Ann Marie went rigid, and was quietly sobbing between the fingers of the hand he had clamped over her mouth, as he had her backed up to the brick wall of the back of the library building, her panties on the ground, her top lowered to meet her raised skirt at her heaving waist, a slender leg hooked on Evan's hip, and Evan's cock bulb lodged inside her cunt entrance.

Arrousingly, the tits had been more plums than fried eggs, Ann Marie clearly liked having the nipples sucked, and she wasn't backing out. She'd clenched her jaw and confirmed, "Yes, I want you. Fuck me," right before he pressed his hand over her mouth. It indeed was going to be cherry plucking time, he'd decided.

That's the way it was with most girls he knew who, in high school, were saving themselves for marriage. In college, they suddenly saw it as a rite of passage to get over the hump and be humped. Evan had no trouble accommodating them.

He too was quivering, though. He enjoyed the fuck nearly every time himself, regardless of the fuckee. It was mostly about the ejaculation. If he could get it up and get it in, he could get it off. That moment when he unloaded his wad—that was what he lived for. Of course, doing a virgin was special. He didn't notch his belt for them all, but he did it for every virgin. Sensing the pop of the cherry came in a quick second to ejaculation in "highs" for Evan.

He held for a second, just his bulb lodged inside her bud of an entrance, both of them panting, waiting for her to adjust this far for him and stop quivering so. When he felt that she had and was beginning to relax, he did a controlled thrust, enough to feel and imagine he heard the pop of the cherry. She thrashed around within the confines of his embrace and bit one of his fingers, a scream being stifled. He held just beyond the burst gate for only the length of her gasp before he began pressing up, at first gently, and then assertively, entering her more deeply. Pulled back. Thrust up again, feeling, finally, her walls roll back in advance of the cock like the thundering door to a bank vault.

By the time he had established a rhythm, Ann Marie had settled down, having unbuttoned his shirt, latched her mouth onto a nipple on his hard, bronzed chest, and begun to suckle. Her eyes went wide when she felt him jerk and let out a heavy breath. But he was sheathed and it had held, so all was right with the world.

She shyly quizzed him on when the next time would be, but he was noncommittal, having no intention of fucking her again.

Professor Evangeline Whitlam—Lena to her friends—met Evan at the door at 9:00 p.m., with renewed praises for the excerpt he'd read in class that day, a bottle of red wine in one hand, a bunch of condom packets in the other, and dressed for combat, in a filmy negligee, with a slit in the crotch. Evan had read her expressions correctly in class earlier in the day, so he arrived in jeans and sandals, bare-chested and sans underwear and socks. The steamy look the cougar bombshell had given him had told him to arrive stripped for action. The steamy sex scenes in her Ravenscroft Mystery novel made anything he'd written and read in class a block of ice.

Hey, that was good—good enough to try out in one of his creative writing exercises—Evan thought, as he followed the jiggling buttocks into the depths of her web. The hymen as a thick sheet of ice, and his hard cock an ice pick. Not that there would be any ice involved with this red-hot cougar.

Evan fucked her doggy style on the living room sofa, she hanging her watermelon tits over the arm of the sofa and waving her buttocks in the air, with Evan mounted on her hips and giving her his grade A deep thrusts. She worked her clit with her fingers and laughed as he pumped her. He fucked her over her dining room table when she'd gone for another bottle of wine and he'd been mesmerized by her puffy labia and puckered asshole as she swung her hips, strutting away from him. He'd fucked a girl in the ass before—when they'd been scared of pregnancy, even with a rubber, and would only take it that way—but this was the first time he'd nailed a woman both ways in one load drop.

She took it like a champ and thrust back on it as hard as he thrust forward. He decided he could get used to women of forty.

He fucked her missionary style at the foot of her bed after she'd given him the best blow job he'd ever had to that point. (He was always optimistic about the future.) And then, when he was exhausted, and lying on his back on the bed, moaning and declaring he had no more to give, Lena proved him wrong. She mounted his loins and fucked him cowboy style until she had drained his nuts achingly dry of cum. Drained him as dry as Tanya had, but more slowly, sensuously, with melting variation and multiple positions.

Yep, there was a lot to be said about fucking—or, rather, being fucked by—an older woman of experience. Didn't Benjamin Franklin have something to say along those lines?

But he was letting his mind wander. He lay, spent on the bed, on his belly, his head lolled over the side, as he watched Lena disappear into the bathroom. There must be five spent condoms scattered around on the floor of this woman's house, he thought, as he dropped another one beside the bed in her bedroom. He wondered if she had some sort of trophy board for them.

Lena was the educator extraordinaire to Evan's mind. Of course he was going on the England book-signing tour with her.

* * * *

"You're awake."

"Yes," Lena answered. The curtains were billowing at her open bedroom window, the puffs of wind a harbinger of the storm moving in. A street lamp brought enough light into the room to give a vintage black-and-white film atmosphere to the chamber and taking a good fifteen years off the aspect of the professor's body.

Evan glided his hands over the voluptuous curves of the auburn-haired siren. And into the deep crevices. The hair of her trimmed V was redder than the hair cascading in loose curls on her head. He decided he liked meat on his women more than the boniness most college women strove for.

Ann Marie had been slim—almost boyish in the slimness of her hips and waist, giving him an added little thrill of splitting the difference between the bony pelvic bones with a thick cock, the "almost" of her breasts. He was able to count her ribs in the grasp of his hands while he lifted and lowered her on his cock, her docile at the end, the deed as far as her cherry was concerned done, letting him do as he wanted with her—with the empty hope they would be going steady in a month. If anything, worshipping him more after he'd fucked her than before. She had given him her virginity, hadn't she? Wasn't that the same as an engagement?

His dick had been fine with skinny women, as long as their cunts could take him, but curves and crevices like these of Lena were more sensual, more arousing. He cupped her muff with a hand, using his middle finger to find and rub her clit and then slide into her cunt. He grasped the pelvic bone hard, and she began to move on his buried finger.

His mouth went to her ear. A kiss, evoking a moan from her, and then the whisper. "Was what I wrote . . . what I read in class today . . . good? Really?"

A low laugh and then, "I'll give you an A for the preparation—for your young, hard body; for the time you spend in the gym; for your divine beauty; for the thickness and length and hardness of your shaft; for the virility that makes you hard without going completely soft—again and again and again. For what you knew and had experienced when you wrote that. If you fuck me again now I'll give you an A+. Other hole, please. You've worn my pussy out."

Not fucking likely, Evan thought. But, always up for a good grade to balance some in his math classes, he rose up over her body, stretching the length of her; stiff armed his fists in the mattress beside her shoulders; hovered over her body, his in a straight line; slid his cock inside her puckered ass; and, as Lena squirmed and egged him on, got a start on his morning exercises in push-up fucking. Multipurposing, with one obviously satisfied customer.

A lightning strike beyond the window kept cadence with every third thrust. The storm was upon them, becoming part of their coupling.

* * * *

Maybe it was because she was a challenge, but even though Evan didn't have any trouble finding honeys to line up on the ground, butts in the air, and go done the line fucking them for miles, Evan lusted after a freshman, Suzie. She wasn't like most of the other girls—auburn-haired, with just a few blond highlights, and curvy, where most of the rest who didn't just let themselves go tried to be blonde sticks. Evan had actually done his training in his freshman year doing the older women students who had given up on their looks and shapes, bemoaning the possibility that they'd be thrown out into the work world still virgins. They were easy, good, and grateful fucks. But it required doing a lot of night work—in the dark. At least at the beginning, though, one cunt, once the dick was inside it, was pretty much as good as the next one.

But, as he'd gained experience and got into the competition of it later in his freshman year, looks and status counted, and he'd gone to the blonde sticks.

He was in a new phase now, maybe having been initiated by his sexy, voluptuous creative writing professor, Lena, who was fiery and sensual and who wrote those dirty books everyone thought were literary masterpieces. For the first month he'd dreamed of doing to her what she had done to her heroines in her books. He had assumed she probably was just a frustrated woman who wasn't getting it or had some limp-dicked older philosophy professor by the played-out balls and was showing her frustration in how she dressed and what she wrote.

Wrong. Lena Whitlam fucked him in wild abandon ways never covered in her steamy novels.

And that was great, but he craved variety and looked to side dishes of younger cunt too. After Lena, though, the blonde sticks didn't make his cock jump. Suzie, the freshman, termed the Ice Princess by many, made his cock jump, and evoked visions of his ice pick breaking through her wall of ice. In some ways there was a connection between the reaction of Evan's cock to Professor Whitlam and Suzie. They seemed like two generations of the same person, both beautiful, voluptuous, and auburn haired. This made him fantasize that Suzie would be as passionate a lover as Lena was.

Suzie initially never looked directly at him, which he couldn't take personally, as she never seemed to look directly at any guy on campus as she walked between classes. Evan didn't know where she went at night, and increasingly he wanted to go there too, holding her close to him in the dark, possessing her cunt with his dick, pumping her hard. listening and feeling for her cherry to pop. Somehow he was sure she still was a virgin. But she seemed to be walking in her own force field, not coming close enough to any man for him to touch her.

There was one advantage for Evan, though, which he used shamelessly as an ice pick into her frozen barrier. Evan was the standout on the men's varsity lacrosse team. Suzie was on the freshman woman's lacrosse team. The freshman had to watch every one of the men's practices and home games for pointers. The freshmen women's coach even paired his girls up with team members of the men's varsity for one-on-one coaching. Suzie was paired with Evan.

All he had wanted was an opening that made Suzie look at him, just the hint of a thaw.

Two weeks later, they were on the tartan picnic blanket under an apple tree in the orchard next to the river. Suzie was sitting in his lap, facing him, naked. Her creamy torso and her head were arched back, away from him, her palms stiff-armed into the blanket on either side of his ankles. Evan, also naked, the bulb of his cock being clutched inside the folds of Suzie's cunt, throbbing at her gate. His hands grasping her waist, he was leaning over into her, his mouth sucking on the nipples of her cantaloupe-plump tits.




Cautious Smiles



An unusually stunning redhead named Chloe had filled the occupancy of the apartment adjacent to 472 B, in late April. Only seeing her in passing, Alex found her to be thought provoking. She wasn't an a-typical attraction he was used to flaunting at his side, but there was an unmistakable way about her that he just couldn't ignore.

Chloe was for the most part, a free spirited individual who didn't rely on social norms to value her existence. Her view of the world was educated and uniquely analyzed. The type of persona she exhibited when walking through a room was playfully sexual and intriguing. Chloe could attract attention to herself without even trying. She was in fact what her friend once stated her as being, "the worst kind of cock-tease." The sexuality she exuded was so intertwined with her personality that she was blissfully unaware of the thoughts that men had about her. Her self assurance kept most men at a distance for not knowing how to approach her, and an over abundance of boys who befriended her in hopes of her choosing to make them a man.

Taking certain delight in spoiling the men she had been with, Chloe was always handed the role of the "teacher". The distinction was never made clear that she didn't have to play this role, that there were better roles to adhere to. It wasn't until the last encounter with a pupil she had been tutoring for six months that she put her foot down to the idea of welcoming a boy into her bed again.

While squinting with the light of morning welcoming her from the window, she felt the hard, pulsating rhythm of her wake up call against her silk and lace panties. With a smile she turned to him and slowly taunted the still sleeping pupil with a light stoke of her hand on his cock in hopes he would awake to fulfill her. Still not waking, she drew her head under the covers to begin licking the head of his cock diligently in small circles, suckling the first hint of pre-cum before devouring him fully into her mouth. To this, there was reaction of him starting to awake to her subtle demand to play with her. There was a slight moan and shift of his body to roll on his back allowing her more room to pleasure him. Enjoying her breakfast in bed she became more indulgent in her efforts to obtain his submission to her appetite. Echoing into her ears she heard an exasperated, "stop!" 

Caught off guard she ceased all activity and reported back from under the covers to see what was wrong. His blue eyes were tinted with a cloud of anger that made her heart sink and breath halted. "All you do is objectify me, that's all I am, a penis to you," he snapped at her. " I can't handle you being this way all the time. I need my space." With that he facilitated a spree of "house cleaning," gathering what few items he had there before heading out the door. Chloe was taken aback by the events of that morning not knowing if she would be able to recover from such an absurd blow to her ego. Her friends lifted her spirits finding delightful amusement that she had caused her male counterpart a "sexual breakdown." The student made calls in attempt to reconcile, but alas his messages were left unanswered. This was back in February, now September it has proven to be the longest stretch of time she had gone without sex. Chloe was beginning to think she was going to have to pull her hair up and get out the books for class to be brought back to session. 

There was very little time in Alex's work schedule to maintain any type of "normal" relationships. An overachiever not wrenched by materialism, he enjoyed the small amenities his apartment provided. One bedroom, wood floors, and an ambience of history that could not be explained, just acknowledged. The apartment building itself was built in the 20's atop what once was the state's first amusement park. His view out of the living room and bedroom were of the tree-lined riverbank below. 

Living there for almost five years, he was anticipating the oncoming season already evolving in the trees. Alex had fleeting relationships with many women thru the time he has lived in his manor. He pursued his "toys" through the use of his seductive charms. Women that were chosen were not only based on physical attributes, but other qualities that would enter into his realm of sexual fantasy. Submission through adapted sexual identity was the core basis in this altered fantasy life. Knowing oneself, allowing the most intimate vulnerabilities be exposed without abuse or mistrust leads to the possibility of limitless pleasure. From the moment he first had seen Chloe he could envision her being with him, letting him open that door for her so they could feast upon each other's pleasures. 

Alex headed down to the laundry mat that was kept under lock and key. He hated using the facility as it was drearily dark and the odor of wet musk inhabited the clothes he would wear. It was considerably late and the options were not available to go somewhere else. There was a chill in the air, but still warm enough to be able to wear a long sleeved shirt without being cold. He approached the laundry room surprised to see the light on. The flashes he had of being stuck in there with someone was the ultimate punishment, for there were only two washers and he had at least three loads when throwing bedding into the mix. "The bedding can wait," as he mentally prepared himself for making this as painless as possible. Taking a deep breath in, Alex turned the knob of the door and went inside. 

His eyes darted back and forth looking, expecting to see another sitting or perhaps, pouring detergent to start a load. There was no one, just a laundry basket of folded clothes and a running dryer. Alex set down the large canvas laundry bag, opened it and began to fish in his pocket for enough quarters to start the load. He completed his task of getting out the detergent, filling the washers, and letting the machines work their magic. Alex had just sat down in the 70's styled orange, rounded, plastic chairs they had as a courtesy when he glanced into the basket of clothing on the table beside him. What caught his eye, were a pair of dainty panties folded on top. They were a pale yellow; see through with small, embroidered flowers and lace adorning the upper band that emphasizes the curves of the hips. His mind was flooded by the image of a faceless body that would gladly model the panties for him if they were there for him to ask to do so. Alex only had a few seconds to create his illusion when he heard the click of the doorknob and weight of the door being opened. The panty fixation dissipated quickly from his mind upon being startled as tried he to maintain normal composure.

With a gust a wind nipping behind her, Chloe entered the laundry room. Her eyes grew large and a smile enveloped her face as she saw Alex sitting there. Chloe had a book in hand and her cheeks were flushed with rose tinting from the change of temperature from outside. "Hello," Chloe offered as she walked to the dryer and put her book and keys down. She turned to him and said, " It's about time we have a formal introduction instead of cautious smiles when we see each other out in the hall." She walked to him and offered her hand, "I'm Chloe. May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?" she said playfully as Alex extended his hand to meet hers. "Alex…"as he drifted into distraction while studying her. 

She was wearing a worn white men's undershirt with no bra. As the shirt clung to her it wasn't see through, but he could see her nipples were hardened from coming out from the cold. Distinctly pointing erect, he could even make out that they were a light pink in color. He couldn't hide from his interest in her with his eyes glued to her chest. Alex was caught in embarrassment when his eyes met hers and she had acknowledged, just with her eyes that he had been staring. To his delight, she winked and bit her bottom lip in a seductive smile. Turning away, with a hint of a laugh she opened the door to the dryer she had been using.

Checking to see if everything was dry, she bent over a bit to reach inside. Alex inscribed her curves into his memory. Panning down a whole other wave of lust ensued when he focused on the plaid skirt that she was wearing that hit her standing about four inches above the knee. Stockings. Alex was having a hard time being overwhelmed by the brutal attraction he felt towards her. 

Reaching inside the dryer, Chloe sighed and went to close the door. "I have fed this beast four times and my comforter still isn't dry and now I am out of change (sigh, pause). Could I please beg upon you, given you have the resource to do so, loan me 75 cents to finish my load," she inquired. "Of course," Alex said as he stood up and went in his pocket to get her the change amount required.

"I know where you live and can come to collect payment anytime, even the middle of the night when you're laying in bed all cozy and warm," Alex baited to her. "Perhaps…." Chloe said as she turned on an even bigger smile then the one she was wearing before. Alex was enthralled by this woman whose earthy scent of a spray or possibly lotion was intoxicating to him. 

"Well, I'm off," Chloe said as she turned to grab her book and keys again.

"I hope you're not leaving because of me," Alex stated disappointingly as she started walking towards the door. "You're silly, of course not. It's beautiful out. There's a spot along the river where there is a bench where I hide when I need reflection. In this case to read and enjoy the night air." She started to face him again and threw in, " besides, who would want to sit in here?" 

"Well that is not challenged by all means," Alex said and then paused. " Forgive me, but I have to ask how you're not out there freezing in well," as he motioned his hand down to indicate her clothing choices, " and how do you read with no light?" 

"Penlight," as she held her keys up to show him the silver light attached to her key chain. "The chill I think is invigorating, and besides I have my own way of staying warm." Chloe took three steps towards Alex and handed him her book. 

"The Eroticism of the Spoken Word," he read aloud. Without time for him to process what he read, she interjected, "It's a collection of short stories and poetry from different perspectives about sexual encounters, identity, so on." 

The thought of her implying that her idea of staying warm was to electrify and moisten with excitement caused Alex to start to have an arousal growing in his pants. " You can join me if you would like," she said moving closer, "I could use the company." Her eyes sparkled with the inclination that he may be interested in more flirtation.

" I will join you on one circumstance," he was hesitant to say but persisted, " that you read to me." Her body had a tingle as she could feel her wetness slide across her lips and onto her panties as she approached him, stopping within inches and leaning over to whisper to him, " I think that is a feasible request, worth the 75 cents you gave me."

They both laughed as she stepped back, and grabbed his hand to lead him, "You carry the book, and I will carry the keys. Fair right." She batted her eyes smiling mischievously as she pulled for him to go. Alex was in dire anticipation of what would ensue over the course of his encounter with her. 

As Alex is guided into the chilly night air, his mind is a flutter, taken back by his good fortune of not going to another laundry mat on this particular evening. Chloe walking slightly ahead, makes a few glances back at Alex with a smile adorning her face. "Just up ahead..," Chloe said as they were walking along the riverbank. Still in hand, they made their way to a lone picnic table dusted with a few leaves and hidden from the moon by a tall maple tree. Chloe stepped up onto the bench and made herself a seat atop the cement table. Slowly crossing her legs, trying to be a bit revealing to Alex who is now standing in front of her, Chloe remarks, "A picturesque view for a night-time story." Alex just stands there taking her in, as the small fragments of moonlight beam through the branches above seem to bounce off of her flowing hair. "Well...." Chloe taunts as she taps the table beside her, "have a seat, my dear." 

Alex smiles looking down at the ground for a second before walking up closer to her. He gently guides his hands along her knees and has Chloe very willingly uncross her legs for him. Sliding his fingertips along the smooth stockings she is wearing, he grabs hold of her legs, rolling his hands somewhat inward to part them. Alex stares at Chloe contently as he further explores her with his hands now running down the length of her calves to her ankles. Smiling he lifts up her feet and re-positions them about a shoulder width apart on the bench below. "I think I will sit," Alex said with a slight chuckle as he climbed between her legs to have a seat on the bench. 

Chloe's whole body seemed to be awakened at once by this gesture of having Alex sit before her, almost a willing subject for her to act her desires out upon. Alex was pleased as he raised his hands to again meet her thighs, this time exploring upward, grabbing the hem of her skirt raising it out of his way. To Alex's delight, he found her to be wearing thigh highs, trimmed in a thick lace band. Attached were the unmistakable clips of a garter belt. "A very picturesque view indeed," now smiling very happily up to Chloe showing his enthusiasm by her choice of attire. "Do most women dress in this way to do their laundry, because if so I had no idea what I have been missing out on." Taking a second to pause and then throw in, "I guess my brief thought of you wearing this ensemble because of the possibility of an encounter with me is out of the question." 

Chloe laughed awkwardly as she could feel herself start to slowly rock back and forth on the table to release some of her pent up frustrations. Alex took notice of Chloe's obvious excitement as he tilted his head to the right side, lying it upon the inside of her thigh. Moving her skirt up more, he stopped when her thin black lace panties were visible. Chloe could feel the breeze against the little wet spot now seeped onto her panties. An electrified chill went up her spine as his head started in inch closer to her aching pussy. "So," Alex said with a hint of sincerity, "are you going to read to me now?" 

Chloe, flustered and almost to the point of begging him to touch her reached these words out to see if they would grasp him to give into her wishes, "Well, how could that possibly happen with such a beautiful distraction awaiting between my legs..... Why don't you narrate a story to me, giving me a very through demonstration about the art and technique of seduction through the use of touch." Her eyes widened and pulse began to quicken as she playfully bit her bottom lip awaiting his response. 

"Really," he grinned. "There is no real need for narration, just a little instruction every now and then." Alex began to massage her thighs. His cock throbbing now with his yearnings of her as he felt the two inches of visible skin on her upper thigh before meeting her panties. A kiss on her bare flesh, one leg then the other. Chloe could feel how soft his lips were. Back to the first thigh, parting his mouth open a bit. Teasing her with the slightest inference of his tongue before aggressively kissing her, nibbling her skin making her gasp and moan slightly. He was on the crease of her panties, trying to find her erogenous zone to drive her to a further level of ecstasy. Chloe was close to panting as her body instinctively knew to respond by wrapping her hand around the back of his head while her body rived to meet each elongated kiss. Alex loved the way she smelled and very much desired to taste her. "Lie down," Alex instructed in a curt tone as he dove further into kissing her. 

Chloe laid down having her hands fall beside her, tossing the book and her keys off the side of the table. She was smitten by him, not knowing how they had come to this point by the slight flirtation they shared. This kind of attention bestowed upon her was more than welcomed as her moans began to grow louder with the forcefulness of Alex'a mouth. His kiss more intimate as he began to share the passion he would have towards her as if he were kissing her mouth, pleasuring himself with the warmth, wetness of her pussy. Feeling him grace with his cheek the wetness he created, Chloe crept a sigh of "please," hanging in the air. It didn't go unnoticed by Alex the spot on her panties he was making grow. He couldn't resist, but to kiss her there, taste her for the first time through her lace panties. 

Alex wrapped his hands around the outside of her legs pulling Chloe closer to him, cradling his hands on the inside of her thighs. Chloe again gasped, not being able to speak, taking only short breaths that she had to hold because her excitement was so great. Her body shaking with a cold breeze, Chloe grabbed onto the side of the table and thrust herself against his face. He was relentless treating her like there was no thin layer separating the two. Her eyes closed, head tilted back towards the sky, she didn't even know she was crying out, "please.....please.." Alex tortured her until his mouth was completely damped by her excitement. Alex pulled away and he started to get up from his seat. Chloe looked down at him as he took a standing position once again in front of her. He reached for her hands to help pull her up to sitting position. Chloe leaned forward grabbing his wrists to guide them to her waist. Staring into his eyes she pulled him closer by wrapping her hand around the back of his neck. Getting close enough to feel his breath, she brought her lips to his. 

Kneeling on the bench, with one arm clinging to her mid-back the other upon the side of her face, he pressed himself against her. Chloe held onto him tightly kissing him so passionately she had no thoughts, just feelings consuming every nerve in her body. Chloe craved for him to be inside of her. Alex ran his tongue down the side of her neck as Chloe whimpered and shook. He went back to her mouth for only a minute before again pulling away to stand. "Now, you are to stand up and come down here where I am standing," Alex said as he motioned his hands to point at the ground. She obliged by standing on the bench and stepped down as he moved back. "Good," taking his hand to move her hair away from her face. Chloe bent to kiss him again only to have Alex shake his head no. Disappointed, Chloe let out a childish huff accompanied by a smile. 

"Now, sweet girl," he said as he started to walk to her side, "you are to strip off all of those dastardly articles of clothing except for the garter belt and stockings." She turned to the side to see his smile as he again took a seat, now beside her facing the river. Chloe looked around, only now with the request to remove her clothing, noticed how cold it had become. "I'm waiting," Alex coaxed, leaning back with his elbows on the table anxious for the show to begin. Chloe walked a few steps toward the river before turning completely around to face him. A sigh as her mind filled with a thought of not going through with it was quickly dissipated when she saw a smile return to Alex's lips. With a peculiar daunting look at Alex, Chloe reached for the side of her skirt to find the zipper. 

"No, first the shirt," Alex baited as he continued to grin. Another, more playful shot from her eyes, Chloe slowly found the taunting of a strip tease to be in order. Spinning around with her back once more to Alex, Chloe began to sway her hips to a song that she had in her head for the majority of the day. Sultry, world beats, she got swept away by the internal music playing and started to dance. Counter clockwise circling of her hips while her back arched her chest forward. Her hands on top of her head, she ran them down the back of her neck, lacing her fingers rolling her eyes up to gaze at the stars. An unusually clear night. Her hands found their way to the front of her neck, as she turned her head to the side to peak at Alex through the corner of her eye. He remained collected although he wanted her in a way he had never wanted another woman, something about her that just completely captured his imagination and lust. Chloe smirked and returned her head to the front, running her hands down her chest and onto her breasts.