4 comments/ 23492 views/ 6 favorites Planned Force By: skyink93 I crept quietly into her room. In one hand I had my bag of supplies. Rape kit, puritanical police minds, would call it. Just the necessary stuff, cuffs, condoms, gag, tape and of course scarves that were long enough to be used for rope. In my right hand I held a tazer. Mostly there for show. But who knows if the situation calls for it I may be using the pretty little device. Don't you love those blue arcs. Not only for aesthetics but for what they can give you..... power, pure and simple. I should explain how I got here so you understand. Please bare with me. You should understand why I am standing in this beautiful coeds room, about to do what I am here for. I promise the story will be worth the wait. After all, it will only be a couple of pages worth of my boring life story..... INTRO I never write first-person. Especially when I write one of these erotic or semi-erotic series. When a person writes first-person, something of the story is lost. First person can only give you one point of view. Sure, a person can say they saw this such expression or felt that the person was feeling this or that but in the end it cannot deeply express more than one point of view. In my opinion, that is far to limiting for such a dynamic medium we have before us here. However as this story comes from my past. I figured I would give my singular point of view. And hopefully give accurate supposition of others emotions. Please keep in mind that this was ten years ago and even though I was a writer than, I was also a teenager and therefore far too self absorbed to be deftly aware of others. I will be inventive here and there where my memories are thin. I will try to be scrupulous when I represent myself. Nonetheless my representation of others may be faulty and vainglorious. The conversations I recreate will be accurate in spirit but I am sure far from accurate in verbosity. ALL Characters in this story are at least 18 years old or more at the time they are having sex. CHAPTER ONE I can definitively say my early childhood formed my personality. My mothers family though not white lived in a white mans world. Love, acceptance, money and comfort. Well moderate comfort compared to my fathers family. My father was an abusive alcoholic poor bastard along with most of his relatives. Thankfully my mother was done with him before I was ten years old. However he did influence my personality much to my detriment. Not that any of my poor choices where his fault in the least. As they were exactly that.... MY poor choices. Later as a teenager I made the bad decision to hang out with gangs. Fortunately for me my best friend was a rather important DJ. Everybody wanted him at their house parties. Because of his notoriety I got the very rare advantage of hanging out with a multitude of gangs. People don't get to cross lines with immunity. My DJ friend did because they respected his skill on the tables. I was allowed some of that immunity up to a point. I was still tested, I.E. Beaten the hell out of on a irregular basis. I learned to fight and I learned to be mean. I explain this part of my past so you understand that at a very young age I was not truly a peer amongst people my age. From about the age of twelve years old to almost seventeen I was constantly around gang members. I wont go into the details of the things I did during that time, I will just tell you that if you come out of that life you have no innocence. But one day my mother, you remember her? She lived in what I think of as a "white" world. I don't mean that to sound derogatory. Trust me, in this context it's quite a beautiful thing. People in that world still have that bubble that surrounds them. Protects them from the truth of humanity. Well, my mother, one day finds out some of the things that I had been involved in. You have to understand that this was quite a huge shock for her. Remember those two drastically different worlds I grew up in? Well they taught me to separate my two lives. One I was a wanna be little dangerous punk teenager. The other I earned A's and later 4.0 GPA with all college level classes with ease. Kind of like the prince and the punk. Neither were the real me, however I displayed one or the other depending on my environment. Hell I even believed I was one or the other depending on that environment. It's called compartmentalizing. Has to do with the mental and physical abuse of that alcoholic father I told you about. Ask any college psych major. Any one of those idiots in the 101 class just loves to wrongly analyze, theorize and diagnose. Of course the compartmentalizing may come from higher level studies. Maybe abnormal physic. Not too sure where I picked up that little tidbit of information when I was studying myself. So my Mother comes to me with some relevant facts about my other life. As she is standing there quietly crying she asks me to never "go with that crowd again". It is the first time I ever remember making my mother cry. And I DAMN SURE was never gonna consciously do that again. So I found myself searching for new friends. But like I said that kind of life ages you. I could not comfortably fit in with kids my own age. But I was fortunate to look older than my teen self. Old enough sometimes to even drink without the false id I had. Well, not truly false. I had mugged a guy that looked enough like me so I could take his id for such endeavors. So I did the only thing I felt open to me. I looked at all of my older brothers friends. Found some, two brothers in particular that I liked and began hanging out with them. I remember about that same time Paul, my brother, began seeing a girl from a whole other world from his friends. So nearly as soon as I joined his little clique he left it. Of course he and that girl, quite a catch too, did not work out because the fool was literally seduced by a conniving cunt that just wanted to get pregnant and have a baby so she could be a mother. And so my brother lost what I used to think of as a wonderful girl for a life filled with pain. These two brothers that I latched on to first. To say that they had money would be like saying Bill Gates is well to do. Their parents owned a condominiums/apartment community within a few short miles to a major college in a vast city. It's just a guess but I think there were well over two-hundred units in the gated community. Two of which George and Nick were allowed to occupy with as many friends as they liked, so long as they stayed in college. Those units where connected by a huge and I am sure illegal whole in the wall between the two kitchens. Most of the places where rented by students, or groups of students. I tell you this so you understand. George and Nick pretty much had a round the clock party house. Oh, it was not jumping twenty-four hours a day, but at any given time you would find people coming and going. On the weekends you would often find naked and or drunk people laid out the day after. It was one of the best places in the world to be as a teenager. Very few people knew I was in high school. George and Nick did of course, after all they knew my brother. George had an on-again-off-again girlfriend that I also came to know. You see she was the cause of a lot of my story. Maybe cause is to implementary. Let's better say she was the genesis of my story. You see this party house was kinda known for it's sexploits. It was owned by two horny college guys, in a college community. And they had a near limitless supply of alcohol, more chronic than in a cheech and chong wet dream and quite a bit of coke. So the end result was a tremendous amount of sex going on. But like I said I was only a high school teenager. I had a grand total of two sexual experiences. Both of which can easily be described as an embarrassing episode in my life. I was intimidated. I sure the hell did not want to get a reputation around those people for being a sexual failure. Especially after having first hand, and I mean first hand visual, knowledge that some of those guys where quite well off with women and sex. If George and Nick were the indisputable rulers of that place than the alpha woman of that house was by far George's on-again-off-again girlfriend, Lisa. I remember her being almost plain compared to a lot of the other women around. Certainly not unattractive, just not glowingly sexy. Of course I was a teenage boy surrounded often by sexy coed naked or nearly naked bodies. And Lisa was never one to throw off her top or have sex out in the open like plenty of the other girls were. Looking back I think it was more an innate self-value she had than any thing else. She was always very confident. And she DID have a tendency to talk rather openly about sex. She just never performed like some of the girls coming and going. I may not have been attracted to her because she did not fit my narrow little window of an ideal. Well two ideals I guess you could say. Still to this day I love platinum blonds with tight athletic bodies. Of course I still have my Achilles heal too. That rare black haired beauty with light skin tone. Lisa was thin, while not being ghoulish about it. She had dark sandy brown hair or light brunette hair. I don't remember clearly. I do remember thinking how sexually confident she was. And I wanted some of that confidence. So one day I asked, "Lisa, do you mind coming with me to one of the back bedrooms?" Those bedrooms were commonly known as the sex rooms so her hesitation was more than warranted. "I just want to ask you something." It was day time so not many people where around. I know there were people, hell a couple layed out near the coffee table and I know Connie and her daughter where in the kitchen. Connie and her kids often lived with Nick. I don't know to this day that there was anything between them. Though I doubt it. Nick had way too many coeds in his bed for an older woman like Connie to tolerate that. Though I did not see it that way at the time. "So what do you need Sky?" Lisa asked after we had been in her and George's room for a couple of minutes. Though at the time they were off-again so maybe technically it was not her room. "I want to learn about sex...um. Well I mean I want to learn how to do it." I know I must have been a stuttering idiot. Actually I accurately remember stuttering and not getting it out clearly. I had to repeat and correct myself a few times. The whole while noticing Lisa holding back a smirk. Who the hell could blame her? After all I was a teenager asking what I thought of as a REAL WOMAN about sex. "I mean I want to learn what to do. You know, what to do right? Um....how to be good. You know, in bed?" "You want me to have sex with you so I can teach you what to do?" Lisa was much more amused than outraged. "NO! No, that's not what I meant. I just want to know what to do. You know how to do it, when, why. That kind of thing." "So you don't want to have sex with me?" At the time I did not understand the inherent teasing behind this question. She later explained it to me. Part of my lessons, don't you know. Flirting. It's the aperitif of foreplay. "No.... I mean yes. Yes I would have sex with you if I could." I was stumbling bad here now."But I thought that you know, you would just tell me what to do." Please keep in mind that what I was feeling at that moment was pretty complex. I did not see the world the same way most graduating high school seniors see it. Lisa as a person could not intimidate me in the least. People often assume sex steals innocence. That's just not true. Pain and suffering steals true innocence. Feeling it or causing it bursts that bubble. Lisa still walked in her beautiful little bubble. Which was actually quite an attractive thing to me. Still is matter of fact. It's not something I was used to back then. Most of the people I left behind had long ago lost that soft sense of peace. Sexually however Lisa was far superior to me. Which is something of a conundrum. You see it made me feel inferior. Gave me that sense of fear. And if there is ever one thing that causes me to jump up and take notice it is fear. I cannot stand to be afraid of anything. So any time I realize a fear I find a way to defeat it. My biological father used to stuff and lock me in this small wooden green toy box when he was angry at me and my mother was not around. Which was often of course, she had to work as much as possible because his lazy ass would not. For years I was afraid of tight dark places. I did not understand it until one day I awoke from a nightmare about that damn green wood toy box. So made a bed in my sliding door closet. I closed the door more and more every night while sleeping in that closet. After I could make it snug and as dark as possible and sleep in there with no fear I finally went back to sleeping in a bed. Oddest six months of my sleeping life, I tell you. So back to Lisa.... She intimidated me. And because of that I sure the hell was not gonna back down if I could even come close to having sex with her. That attitude would come in handy. Though not quite the way you may at first think. "So you just want me to tell you about sex?" Lisa sounded unbelieving. "How do you think that can help you learn? If that's all there is to it you could learn from a book." "Well...." I replied. So I sat there for a minute. Because I had imagined I could read some books and learn about sex. But I did not want to put across to her that I was thinking that. But also suddenly I recognized my sexual fear of Lisa. And right then I had another goal to accomplish. Sex with Lisa. "That's why I am asking you. You see I don't know enough." "Are you a virgin?" Lisa asked and seemed genuinely surprised."Even for your age, you don't act like a virgin...." "No, no. I just.... Look I have had sex with two girls. Well, if you even want to call the first time sex. But I did not do very well." At this point she proceeded to question me about those two sexual episodes in my life. I won't divulge the circumstances here. Mostly it's a matter of pride. But also because I am posting this on an erotic website. And absolutely NOTHING was erotic about my first two times. So Lisa listened to my explanations of past failures and told me that for me to learn she would have to be a part of it. "Sex is not a step by step list. Not, do this and that happens. Everybody likes different things. It's about reaction and action. Doing something to your partner and responding to their response. I have to be able to show you. But frankly I am so NOT having sex with you just for that reason. Wait.... I kinda... yeah I have an idea...." I can often be anti authoritative. Somebody says 'this is how it will be' and I go look for another way. So I distinctly remember thinking during this pause that maybe I WOULD go get some books on sex. After all it could not hurt, could it? Just moments after she had mentioned not reading about sex out of books and I was thinking about doing just that. These thoughts where interrupted quite sharply when she said, "I know what we can do. You can have sex with Jen." This girls name was not actually Jen. Her name was actually the same as Lisa's. However as I have already changed all the names in these memories of mine I will make it easier and change hers to something easier to follow. Why keep talking about two Lisa's and having you try to figure out which one I mean? "Jen? How? I mean why would she? And why would that help if I don't know what to do, even if I COULD get her to?" Jen was this very attractive petite brunette freshman. "The how is easy. She already likes you. I could get her to do it." The way she said that I was absolutely sure at the time that she had something on Jen. "Besides it's not like she does not want to. She was already talking about seeing if you would take her to one of the back rooms." "Really? When? Why didn't you tell me?" I am sure I had more questions. After all, inexperienced teenage boy, remember. Flattered and flustered were the words best used to describe me. "Getting off track here Sky. Anyhow we can arrange it. Best to do it tonight. It's a Friday night so lots of people will be here. I will just call Jen and make sure she comes tonight. The rest I will set up. It will have to be in here. Nobody is allowed in here. There is Connie's room but no chance of that being okay. It will have to be here." "Okay, but how's this all gonna help? And what about George. He is not going to be okay with me using his room to take a girl to. It's one of the few rules I have ever seen him pissed about." Lisa looked like she had an unhappy smirk for a second. "Don't worry about George. I am sure he will still be busy with that tramp." The most common reason for the off-again status of George and Lisa was one of them hooking up with somebody else. Mostly George but I know for a fact it went the other way as well. Suddenly Lisa's unhappy smirk changed. Though I am not sure for the better. She had what looked like a happy but evil grin replace the smirk. "You want to know how it's gonna help? Because I am gonna be right there when you do it. I am going to coach you having sex." CHAPTER TWO Teenage boy, remember? All the way home after my talk with Lisa. I just kept thinking. I am going to have sex tonight with Jen. And Lisa is going to be in the room. Lisa watching me with Jen tonight! Was the only thought in my head for the next several hours. Especially as I got ready for the night. You know shower, shave, cologne. Even as a teenager. Maybe ESPECIALLY as a teenager I was doing everything I could to make sure I was in top form. My poor gums. I must have flossed them withing an inch of their life. Eventually I got to the house. Everything was going according to Lisa's plans. Jen had showed up and apparently agreed to 'help out'. George was still gone with his girl du jour so the room was all ours. To say I was nervous would be an understatement. As Lisa lead the two of us back into her and George's room the only thought that was going through my mind was threesome. And of course it must have been like a tattoo across my face because not one second after she closed the door Lisa said, "Here's how it's gonna go. Sky, you follow my instructions. You don't look at me or even think of me as being here. The only thing you do is follow my words. Jen, goes the same for you but for one thing. I wont give you instructions. You react like you normally would." Jen sat on the bed and arranged her left foot under her sweet little ass. "Just pretend you are not here? That might be a little hard." "Yeah, it will. But really what I want you to do is just focus on what is happening. What is going on. Sky wants to learn how to be good in bed." She had a really sexy smile by the time she finished saying that."Just think, he is always going to remember that you helped him learn. Think about how many women he will have if he stays around this place." She waved her hand around to encompass more than just the room. "Guarantee he will remember you above most here." And she was right. To this day the following event is one of the clearest sexual memories I have. Though at the time I was more nervous than you can imagine. I was literally shaking with nerves. If I had a cup half full in my hand it would have sloshed out by now. "So do you want us to undress?" I asked and I was already gripping my shirt to pull it over my head. "No. Stop." Lisa put her hand out towards me. "First of all you need to learn some things. Undressing, done right, hell even done wrong sometimes is a part of fore play." Even then I knew what fore play was of course. I even maybe considered that it may have been important. All though to be honest I can distinctly remember not caring. I just wanted to get my cock into Jen. Hell now days I actually enjoy a woman's release more than my own. But I still have that driving need to be inside a woman. Planned Force You talk to a shrink and I absolutely know you will discover this is a control issue. I don't doubt it. I am not shy about it. And yes I know where and why I have those issues. If you want to know then you will have to do the legwork I had to do to figure it out. All of that is the very reason for this story though. Remember those first few gripping paragraphs of our story? They all exist in part because I love having control during sex. Lisa took my hand and pulled me over to Jen who sat up straighter on the bed. "Kiss her. Try not to think about anything but kissing her. Imagine when you hear me speaking that you are just hearing your own thoughts. Thoughts that you want to follow. Follow ONLY those thoughts." So with trepidation I leaned over to kiss this beautiful athletic girl. I was still very aware of the audience and the fact that those feminine words were in no way my own thoughts. But I was also so very, very focused on kissing this girl. Even at that age I always loved kissing. Kissing is much more than a stepping stone to sex. It is a pleasure to be enjoyed, savored. And that is exactly what Jen and I did. Her lips where so soft and smooth. After glossing my lips across hers for just a few seconds I gently licked her lips with the tip of my tongue. Before she could fully open her lips and respond with her own tongue I quickly bit her lower lip and then her upper lip softly between my own lips. Only then did I push my tongue into her mouth. I quickly licked into her mouth and across the front of her tongue a few times before pulling back to gently suck on her lower lip again before trailing a couple of kisses across her left cheek to her ear lobe where I nimbly bit her ear. Then I lowered myself just below her jawbone on her neck below her ear I sucked on her skin and then lapped at that spot before pulling back from her to look into her eyes. "Oh my god," she placed her finger tips to her lips. "You really know how to kiss!" Of course I did and hopefully still do today. It is something I have always enjoyed. I guess both Jen and I had forgotten we were alone because we both jumped when Lisa spoke. "Good, that's excellent. If you can start and keep doing it just in that way most times. Or at least in that spirit than you have already laid most of the ground work. Now just do the same thing but lay her back and kiss down her neck to her blouse. When you get there keep kissing and unbutton it while you kiss down all the way to the last button." So I did just that. Before Jen was laid back on the pillow I was already kissing her and followed a similar pattern to her other earlobe before kissing down her neck. With one knee next to her on the bed I supported my body as I used both hands to open her shirt and kiss across her skin. I made it all the way down to her naval and past the last button. It was not until I got that last button undone that I opened her blouse all the way to reveal her pert breasts hidden behind a white lacy bra. "Use your hands and your lips now. Gentle. Don't paw and bash like a lot of guys. That can have its place but not here. Not in this mood." Lisa's voice again. And strangely I was so focused and enraptured with what I was doing her voice did almost sound like it was my own. I retraced my way up kissing along the way. Brushing my hand over her breasts. Gently cupping her left breast in my hand. "Sit her up, remove her blouse and reach back and remove her bra. Don't reach and fumble. Look at what you are doing. One day you may be good enough to reach back and flick a bra strap open one handed in a second. Let's not fumble now though. It can sometimes be funny (fun in bed is important) but it can also sometimes slow down the mood. Don't risk it." Before I was even done removing her bra Lisa was speaking. "Use your hands first. Gently at first. Rub, let her nipples roll between your fingers. Then lightly pinch them together and slightly twist. After a bit of that you can use your mouth. From there you can kiss down and remove her pants. You can either leave on her panties or take them down. Up to you. Keep in mind that it's always a good idea to take your time and take queues from her. We can teach you some here. But a lot of it is experience. And learning what each girl means. The same ques from two girls can mean very different things." For quite a while I followed her instructions. I can not tell you the joy I felt with my lips wrapped around Jen's nipples. Sucking and licking each until they were hard little beads in her small aureola. Eventually these led to small sounds and moans from Jen. "Moans are good. But not usually a sign to move on. Just a little sound to say you are doing something right." Those moans continued for a couple of more minutes while I sucked one nipple and rubbed the other between my fingers. Before long Jen had started to undulate her torso from her shoulders down past her hips in small waves. "Now that's a definitive queue. See how her body moves towards her pussy? She is moving in a direction to tell you to move down where she wants you." At this even Jen took note enough to sit up and look towards her hips. "Any movement of a woman's hips are important. Those movements will almost always be want she wants. Rolling like she was or pushing up at you or into you. Your mouth, your hands your cock. Start your way down." I was so happy. This was something I had wanted for quite a long time. I have said before I have had two bad experiences with sex. Even received blow jobs. But never had I been able to taste a woman. From the first time I saw a porno it was always like a fantasy. And now I was going to do it. I unfastened her pants and pulled them down. Jen smiled at me as she lifted her hips to help me. Lisa moved closer. Almost touching me. She said, "take your time with this. Often guys just go right at a woman's clit. That can really spoil a mood. A guy can go from zero to sixty or flaccid to cumming in less than sixty seconds if he really wants to. Not all but almost all women are much more likely to get off if you take your time at each stage. Build up speed. Move in on a certain area of the body. Take your time kissing or rubbing or better yet both. Move your way to her pussy slowly. Hell if you do it slow enough it can drive a woman wild. It can sometime also spoil a mood. You will learn how and when to change pace. For now just really take your time." By the time she was done saying this I had already kissed my way down Jen's right leg all the way to her ankle. I had purposely left her panties on so I could kiss my way up her leg and then repeat the entire process with her panties. I did exactly that but when I got up to her panties instead of gripping them right away and pulling them down I kissed along the seem just next to her pussy lips. By then I could smell her. God that was the most arousing sent I have ever known. To this day just thinking about her smell can make me hard. Of course thinking of any woman like that can. But that one moment is forever seared into my memory. After kissing and licking along her panties on both sides for a minute or two I finally latched my mouth directly over her pussy with just her panties in the way. I could taste her. That tangy slightly metallic taste. Even though it was mixed with the linen of her lacy white panties it was still incredible. Regardless of my long held wish to be doing this I had not expected a woman to taste so damn good. That taste was so consuming that I gripped her panties quite ready to just rip them down her legs so I could get my tongue into her pussy. But both Lisa's and my own warnings to take this slow and enjoy it brought me back to my senses. Mostly any how. I still moved her panties to the side real quick so I could lick up the slit of her pussy. Just so I had the flavor to hold me over while I made my way down her right leg again. And I did, kissed down her right leg drawing down her panties and then kissed back up the left. This time at the top I could sit and enjoy the view of her pussy. She was clean shaved except for a small patch of hair in a short line just above her pussy. I took my time again just looking and rubbing across her mound with my hand. "Pull her pussy lips open." I did. "You see that pink area on each side?" I nodded. "To the side of that area then on that area is a good place to start. You can also tongue fuck her into her pussy while you are doing all this." I started to lick next to Jen's pussy as Lisa was talking, getting closer and closer to her pussy lips as I rubbed her mound with the hand from the opposite side of her body each time I switched sides. "Open up her pussy lips near the top. Good. See that little nub there? Don't touch it yet. But that is her clit. That is your ultimate goal. You want to build up pressure and pleasure before you start licking it. And when you do you want to be consistent. Don't move all over or change pace or pressure all the time. That just drives us nuts." I kept licking at Jen's pussy lips this whole time. Eventually getting to the point where I was trying my damnedest to fuck her with my tongue. "Please...." Jen spoke. And that tone of voice. Holy hell to this day I can almost cum just hearing a woman talk in that tone of voice."Please." "Okay." Lisa said. "If you haven't understood that's a queue. A HUGE one by the way. For two reasons. First, she is absolutely telling you she wants the next thing." I had already understood that. Hell I about creamed myself hearing her queue in the first please. "Second. Essentially any time a woman says 'please' she if giving you a lot of control. She is asking you to be in charge. Now that does not mean throw her down on the ground and just have a go at her, although it damn well could. Just be in charge is what it means. Gently or with a firm hand. Don't putter." All this time she was talking about what please meant I was finished trying to tongue fuck Jen and had slowly started lapping my way up her pussy lips. "That's right spread her pussy and lick her clit. Same rule applies. Soft and small at first. With some women you can only ever do that because they are so sensitive. Especially if they have had their clit pierced." My cock jumped in my pants at the idea of a pierced clit. But by that time I had some serious work to do. I started licking Jen's clit and with all the build up she damn near jerked off the bed with the first stroke of my tongue. She surprised me so much by pushing her hips up that I instantly had a mouth full of pussy. And yes, I did recognize the subconscious queue Lisa had explained earlier. I licked her clit for so long that my mouth and tongue were long past the point of being sore. But I did not care one wit. I just wanted more. The whole time listening to Lisa explain about making patterns, keeping the same pressure and pace and only gradually changing. Hell I even learned to spell the alphabet on a clit the very first time I got to lick one. Or make small drawing over her clit. Spell words out in whatever message I wanted. That is one of my favorite things to do. Spell words out and say them to her while I am doing it. Done right the erotic messages can be incredibly arousing. It's like dirty talk but with clit play. Jen had long ago put her hands to my head to hold me in place. And Lisa had a couple times told me to back off. At the time I had no idea how close I was getting Jen to an orgasm. Lisa did though and each time told me to back off so I could learn something else. And maybe get me some experience to learn WHEN to back off. Because as I learned, it's an incredible thing to hold off a woman's orgasm and then suddenly give it to her. It can make it much, much more powerful. However even to this day it is one of my weaknesses to get lost in-the-moment and or just not notice an orgasm cumming until its too late to tease a girl with. Of course it's often easier with vocal women or best yet vocal women I am sexually familiar with. So I had long since gained a sore jaw and done my alphabets. Hell I had done them in English, French and Spanish. I had backed off from an apparent orgasm several times too when Lisa told me to just keep one constant pressure and speed licking up across Jen's clit. It was very shortly after that Jen got very vocal. "Oh....Oh... yeah. Lick me. Lick my pussy. Yeah....uhh. I'm close." "Okay." Lisa said and I can hear her excitement in just that one word. She touched my shoulder gently. "A lot of guys make the mistake of changing speed or pressure here. DONT DO THAT unless she asks you to do it. Remember whatever speed pressure and pattern you are using got her here. If you change you can mess it up. Wi......." "Oh GOD! uh... yeah. I'm CUMMMMMINGGGG!" Jen was shaking and shoving her pussy into my mouth while pulling down on my hair to smash my face into her delicious cunt. Proud and powerful. That's exactly what I felt as I looked up into Jen's face as she came. And came. And came. Finally she pushed me away just as Jen explained about being too sensitive. But hell I understood that. Satisfied. As I looked at the grin on Jen's face I felt a level of satisfaction that was purely arrogant in its self important power. Jen told me to undress and I was more than happy get naked. You see for years I had been going to Blacks Beach. Which was our local 'nude' beach. So I was comfortable being naked. I just realized I have described the ladies in detail but not myself. Well I am Mexican so darker skin color. Black hair and brown eyes. Five feet ten or eleven. I was born with pretty decent genes. I am attractive without being gorgeous. I have an athletic body but when I was a teen I was still a bit scrawny and a cross country runner. Not to say I had no muscles because I did. However I was more thin and cut than well defined. Like I tell the ladies when I am joking around. I am Mexican and so is my cock. We are all short and fat. In actuality five ten or elevanish is not short. But my cock follows the guide lines. I am just a bit more than average in length but pretty thick, hence the short/fat joke. Both Jen and Lisa complemented me on my body and several times on my cock. Don't get me wrong I explain that because I know the truth. A smart women does that for a guy when they see him for the first time. It strokes our egos. I am no stupid git. Even though Lisa did not verbalize this part of the sexual learning I still understood the implications behind the compliments of my cock. But hell I am a guy. Even being damn confident because of the gang life I had lead. Even though I understood the reason behind the compliments, my ego still swelled. Lisa taught me how to put on a condom. Yes, I even had to learn that. Oh, maybe I should state that I am mildly allergic to latex. But even back then I had known of that allergy. Somehow my doctors discovered it because of my enimea and severe nose bleeds. So Lisa had me waste an expensive polyurethane condom by taking it off and on. I don't know if you know this but if you take a condom off to put it back on even if you have not cummed in the damn thing you have used the condom and should throw it away. It changes the integrity of the condom. I learned that little tidbit from Lisa that night as well. Well I would love to say that I was a sex god. That I got in between Jen's legs shoved my cock home and fucked her so good she came twelve more times. But alas no. Lisa did not give a whole lot of instructions here. Just what to avoid type things. I knelt between Jen's legs pulled them up positioned myself and slid on in. I can tell you that of the two times I had sex up to that point that this was by far the easiest I had ever made it all the way into a pussy. I can say that I sat ball deep into Jen for a minute just enjoying the hell out of being there. Before I started moving in Jen's pussy Lisa surprised the hell out of me by wrapping her hands around the base of my cock. She explained kegal exercise and what they could do for both men and women regarding sex. Then she had me do some while still deep in Jen. Jen moaned a couple times here. I think having Lisa's hand brushing her pussy while my cock was barred in her turned her on to no end. Lisa explained that when I was getting close she wanted me to tell her and stop moving. She also told me to do a kegal if I thought the cum was very close. She let me go and I got into the action of fucking Jen all the while Lisa was explaining so many of those little things we learn slowly about sex. Playing with nipples. Finding sweet spots. Fingering a pussy to curl your finger inside while you lick a girl. Playing with the perennial and anal areas while eating pussy. And of course all that talk certainly did not help and in no time I was stopping and warning Lisa of an impending cum. No sooner than I had started a kegal when she grabbed the base of my cock with so much strength that it was almost brutal. Lisa had small hands so her fingers did not wrap all the way around my cock and that small pinch at the end hurt a little. But it sure the hell solved my cumming problem. She explained how I could learn control by doing this myself eventually. She also explained about doing this stuff without the extreme need for it just so I could stay in control. I learned about preoccupying a woman while I was doing this. Playing with nipples and or clit. Talking dirty. Hell even switching things up and changing positions or going back down lick another orgasm out of a girl. She explained a lot of positions but we did not take any that first time. She just wanted some information across. Soon enough though I was cumming and having one hell of a ball doing it. We had stopped me from cumming and I had been so worked up for so long that I kid you not the blood pressure change made me see stars. When it was over Jen and I kissed. You know that soft sensual kiss that you get after sex? It was quite lovely actually. Of course being the guy that I am I stood up and kissed Lisa the same way. The truly excellent thing is that she kissed me back with so much passion that I was sure I was about to get involved in a three-way. Hell by the time the kiss was done my cock was fully hard again, not having lost much anyhow. I did not get that threesome that night. I did get a few hours more of instruction. A lot of positions. A lot of the dos and don't s experienced partners take for granted. I learned more on control and how to practice while I masturbated. Which frankly was pretty damn often. That night we went through every condom I had on me. It was an absolutely great night for me. And even though I was not a virgin I damn sure felt like I lost my virginity that night. Probably because I tried so many things for the first time. The next day Jen and I bought more condoms. Over that weekend we used so many it was unbelievable. The same guy was at the counter when I went back the third time to buy condoms. He was adamant about telling me that I was full of shit. And he had a small point. Jen and I only used a couple out of the last box of twelve. But that also means that we used two full boxes of twelve and then a handful I had taken with me that Friday night. Lisa was with us a few more times. But mostly only to talk about small things. Jen got pretty talkative and verbally taught me some things that weekend. Remember I said the three of us did not have a threesome that weekend. I was not lying. And actually technically we never really did. One day about three months after that first, Lisa and I had sex while Jen was next to us. Then I had sex with Jen. Hell later those two had sex. Though you could not really call any of it a threesome because there were only two active at any given time. Jen and I were not a couple by any stretch of the imagination. Not even fuck buddies. We would just occasionally had sex when neither of us had anybody else. Planned Force That night of the near threesome? It was the true catalyst to the beginning of this story. You know with me standing in the dark room of a sleeping coed with a rape kit in my hand? Well the night of the near threesome caused that without a doubt. And really I have George to thank for it. Chapter Three About two or three months after that first night of sex ed as I liked to think of it I came into the house pretty damn late. Probably after one or two in the morning. I think it was a weekday because there were very few people awake still. I remember just a few and mostly only those that would play predominately in the following events. Lisa, Jen, George, Nick, Connie one her daughters. And just a few others that were one of the come-and-goes. The group of them, excluding Connie's daughter who was underage, where playing a variation of strip poker. No nakedness. Instead you bet a future dare or told a fantasy. Pot winner would get to choose the dare for the losers. And the group would decide if the fantasy/memory was salacious enough to merit the lost bet. Every time a round was won and lost Connie's daughter would have to leave the room for couple of minutes. We had played this game before. Often it was only played when one of Connie's daughters were staying over and still awake. Otherwise things would have been much less NC-17 and much more XXX. As I arrived there was some kind of argument going on between George and Lisa. Soon after my sextipades started George had tired of his sweet little thing on the side and ditched her. Soon there after Lisa and he were back together. I went to the fridge and took out a forty. Yes, I know, ghetto. But I did tell you that I had a history with gangs. And Nick made sure that there were always fortys in the fridge for me. I was barely into the bottle by the time I figured out the gist of the argument. Apparently the game of fantasy confession had conceived in Lisa's mind an idea. Which I guess turned into a fantasy that did not include George. These little tiffs were so common that most of the people in the room just ignored the two of them. After all we knew the script. One of them or the other would be interested in somebody sexually. So they would break up for a while. Now this usually did not cause fights, as it was George breaking to go screw somebody. However when the tables turned he did not care for the idea that Lisa would be doing the same. Also there were times that Lisa knew which girl George was breaking for and this fight would ensue in those cases. This fight was getting our attention though. After all it was about a fantasy of some kind instead of a specific person and that was out of the normal routine. After some time George finally asked the question I am sure we were all wondering about. "Okay, but why can't you do your fantasy, whatever it is, with me? Why do we need to break up for it?" "Because it's kinda of specific. It would not truly be the kind of fantasy I want if you were the one that gave it to me." "So? What's the fantasy than?" George sounded indignant. And I could understand why. I had not been with many girls, especially by the standards of the guys around the house. I had only been with twelve total by the time of this little conversation. But it sounded to me like Lisa was questioning whether or not George could perform this unknown fantasy. And that kind of questioning could scrub a guys ego. "I'm not just gonna tell you the fantasy. If you win it then I will tell you the fantasy, deal?" "Sure, just you and me, so the game goes faster. You guys okay with that?" George looked around and when nobody complained he shuffled and dealt."Okay here are the rules. We play five card draw. No betting pool, no ante. We each get one draw. Our choice of how many cards just like normal. No wild cards. Just the game. Fine?" Lisa just nodded. "Deal." George did and soon they were both looking over their cards. After a minute Lisa took three cards and so did George. So it seemed neither had much of a hand. But when they showed their hand George ended up with a three of a kind and Lisa merely had a pair of fours. George grinned like an idiot. "Okay, what is the fantasy?" Lisa was never one to quibble. "I have a rape fantasy. I want a strange man to come into my room while I am sleeping, tie me up, cuff me, whatever he needs to do. Then I want him to cut my clothes off me and use my body any damn way he wants. But I don't want to be hurt, not really hurt I mean. You know kinda light S and M. But I do want him to use me over and over in more than one way. And I do want him to be rough." George looked indignant again. "Why does it have to be a stranger? Why can't it be me?" "Because I know you. If it's a stranger, or at least somebody I have never had sex with than it will feel more real. It will BE MORE real. He will want different things from me than you would. He would feel different. All of that would take me out of my comfort zone and make it more real." By the time she finished all her explanations I had such a hard-on you would not believe. Every since that first night I had wanted her. Of course I had never approached her with it, not really. Not because she used to be George's. At first it was because I was still too nervous to approach women with ease. But very shortly it was because she was with George again. We had an unspoken rule around the house. Do NOT bring a girl around the house if you were not willing to share her with others once you finished with her. Which pretty often meant the next day. Another unspoken rule was not to fuck with anybody's girl if they were still an item. So practically all this time I had started exploring sex at the house Lisa was unavailable. Too bad now that she was cumming available again it was only for this fantasy and I would not have a shot with her. As soon as she set up this stranger and did her thing there was no doubt about her going back to George. George sat there considering all of this for a few minutes. The whole room was quiet as I am sure everybody there was thinking about that fantasy. Hell I could see Jen's bra-less breasts pushing against her shirt with her nipple hard and pebbled with horniness. It sure the hell was not cold in that room. George took Lisa's hand and asked, "okay, what if I choose the guy then? You can even wear a blindfold so you don't know who it is. That way I can feel a little safer and you get your fantasy still?" "That's fine. Think we can do it tonight?" Lisa was grinning. Obviously she had wanted and thought about this for a while and was excited that it was actually gonna happen. George nodded his head no. "You want to feel taken right? If you expect it like an appointment for 3:30am than wont that take some of the fun? Why don't we set a time frame. Not this weekend. But starting next Saturday night running until the next Sunday night. So nine nights total. That gives me more than a week to find a guy and set it up. Plus it gives you a nine day time window. You wont be sure what night it will happen and that will give you some trepidation." "Yes, that sounds perfect. Thanks sweety." Then Lisa dragged George back into their room, obviously to reward him for his good ideas and aquiasiance. Jen and I had some fun in one of the connecting condos rooms that night. We were at it until almost dawn. Hell I think it may have been dawn when she finally fell asleep. I was awake for a couple hours after that. So I had a really late sleep. I woke up and it was nearly one pm. I finished off the rest of my forty that was in the fridge for breakfast and went into the room reserved for Connies girls when they where in the house. It was only one of three rooms out of the eight that was untouchable by all the random people coming and going. Because I was so often at the house I had long since gotten sick of having a gym bag of clothes all the time and had started leaving some clothes in the girl's closet. I took my stuff and hit the shower. Before I was even warmed over I was buzzing pretty hard. I have always been a light weight with drugs and alcohol. The last couple years of some serious drinking had increased my tolerance somewhat. But I was still one of the easiest lightweights among the guys around the house. And thirty ounces of beer on an empty stomach was definitely getting me twisted. I finished my shower and decided to ask for a ride to our local taco shop. Yes, I was responsible enough not to drink and drive. And really it was another unwritten rule. Though I do remember a few times we broke it. It was only a mile or so down the road and I would call in my order for a bean and cheese so I would not waste anybody's time too badly. Hell that taco shop was so used to our orders they probably started making bean and cheese as soon as they saw the number on the caller ID box. Once in the living room I asked for that ride. As I reached for the house phone. Before it was even to my ear George had said, "I'll take you. Soon as you call in your order. Just order one for me and a carne too, please." I paused for just a second. Normally he would have just give his order to be added and had somebody else drive us. He probably would have paid for the food too. Because George was always generous with money or what money could buy. However he was absolutely never generous with his time. So it caught me off guard that he would take me. After I placed the order we were on our way. George always had two cars parked in the gates. His slammed Nissan truck and one other car. This time I think it may have been a Cadillac. However I am not sure as we took his Nissan. He had an incredibly loud sound system he was proud of. Not to mention the hydraulics. I should have been clued in. He did not turn on the stereo when we got into the car. But as soon as we were out of the gates he turned to me and asked, "will you do it? Will you be the guy for her fantasy?" I must have looked at him for two whole minutes with a stunned stupid look. It just took me that long to figure out he really wanted me for Lisa's rape fantasy. "Yes. Yes of course I will." As if there were any doubt. We made it to the taco shop without saying another word. It wasn't until after he had paid and we left that he spoke again. "No questions of why I asked you to do it?" He looked at me sideways. Guilty almost. I did not need to know the reason for the guilt. I already knew it. Like I said the street ages you. And it teaches you how to read people pretty damn well. You see George had money. He had good looks. And from personal experience I can tell you he was no spoiled rich boy wimp. He could fight and he could be viscous. But because he could fight well I think maybe he did not see the bubble he still lived in. That bubble of innocence was tarnished but he still had one. Hell he had one tougher than mere naivete could provide. His fighting made him think he was tough which also made him think he saw the world for what it was. He knew some of my past. He had even seen how cruel I could be in a fight. But he also knew he was a good and mean fighter. Therefor he could still feel superior to me. He could fight. He had good looks. And he was richer than is sane. So he picked me because I was about as far down on the totem-pole as he could see. He saw me as no threat. You may think I am speaking poorly of him. I did not then, nor do I now, think poorly of him. He was actually one of the best people I knew back then. He just saw the world from a vastly different stand point than I did. So with all that in mind I figured I should respond to his question without revealing too much. But enough so that our friendship would not suffer. "You don't see me as a threat." His head shifted to me and quickly back to the road ahead. "It's okay," I told him. "You know I am not nearly as experienced as you. Hell you know how old I am. Trust me, I am not offended." I would be a fool to compare myself to him. Us guys at that house where kind of crude. We shared our numbers. You know how many women we had been with. By that time I had a whopping twelve to his nearly four hundred. Like I said, he was rich and attractive. Plus he was engaging. Looking back on George I can tell you now that he had loads and loads of charisma. He kinda grinned at me by this time. So I knew I had allied his concerns and put us on a certain level of honesty that he would be comfortable with. We stopped outside the apartment complex so we could eat and talk for a while. Of course the subject of the conversation was the fantasy. He told me what he thought Lisa wanted. And what he thought I should do. I was in no way easy with the conversation we where having. But George sure was. To this day I don't know it if was his experience or his unique relationship with Lisa that allowed him to talk to me about having sex with his girlfriend with such repose. But I lost my discomfort when he mentioned his surprise. "I don't think you should do it, you know, the fake rape? Well, I don't think you should do it during the time frame I set up." I looked at him sharply here. I was busy rolling up our burrito wrappers and tossing them in the bag along with napkins and salsa containers, all the while trying to think about what to say. George filled in the silence though. "You see, I made that window for the fantasy for almost ten days from now." He was a very quick thinker. One of the things I liked and respected about him. He had capitulated to her fantasy of another man fake raping her and already started twisting things to his favor in the sparse moments after she had announced her idea. Hell for all I knew he had even chosen me by the time the conversation continued. In fact he probably had. "Lisa really does want this fantasy. We have talked about similar things for a while now. Though I did not know it would include somebody other than me. But I realized something last night." I raised my eyebrows at him. Not just one eyebrow, I have always been envious of those that could do that. "I realized that she wants somebody unfamiliar because she wants an element of surprise. She wants to be kept off guard. That's why I set it up for so far ahead. She gets to think of it for a while which builds anticipation. And we can also have you do it BEFORE the time frame for the fantasy. That way there is an element of surprise." I was jubilant at this point. This was not something I would have thought of. Not that I lack deviance because I could probably put George to shame with criminal thinking. But my sexual deviance no where near compared to his back then. "The night just before than, Thursday night. That's when we should plan it." "Yep, my thought exactly. That way she has lots of anticipation of the event. She will probably even go to sleep thinking about it because the next day is the start of her fantasy. But also it will still surprise her." George was quite happy for the next few minutes that we sat there making plans. We cut it short, promising to define our plans better during the next few days. We both knew we could not stay too long absent without questions being raised. So over the next few days we quietly worked out the details. We gathered the equipment I would need. George planned a trip for that night and the night before to ally suspicions. He told Lisa he would be away to his parents house. Though I doubt that is what he was actually planning. We replaced the window lock with a broken lock from another unit. We even removed the screen and tapped it in place so that it looked normal but I could remove it very quickly and most important quietly. He had talked with Lisa about her fantasy. He told me more about how she wanted things to go. One of the most important things we did that week was my idea. I had him get her to write out an outline of her fantasy. And to specify that she was having her boyfriend find an unknown man to fulfill her fantasy. She was pretty detailed and signed the damn thing with a couple of witnesses. Something I had not foreseen. When it was done I felt pretty secure. If something went wrong I had proof that what I was doing was not a real rape. Just something that looked and felt like one due to her fantasy. Planning it out took some time and effort. Nevertheless the time flew by and sooner than I would have believed it was the day of the big event and I was nervous and excited like crazy. I went over to the party house late in the evening just because I wanted to have a lay of the land. I checked to see how many people where there and I wanted to know if there was gonna be a party going on late that night. It was a weekday so things where pretty dead. I know Connie and her daughters where not in the house. Probably George's doing. I figure he had gotten Nick to remove them for the night. I left the house by ten at night and went home to get ready. At home I already had all my supplies ready. A bag with the gear I would need. Black clothes already laid out on my bed waiting for me. Hell I even had a new bottle of cologne ready. If you know anything about gang bangers you know that most of them wear some kind of cologne or strong deodorant. I was no different. And at that age I was known for wearing Calvin Kline's Eternity cologne. But George had bought me a bottle of Obsession so that I would not be recognized by sent. I left home with my gear and drove to the party house. The whole way there I felt like I was living in the past. Driving drugs or headed to do something else that could get me arrested or killed. It was exciting as all hell. It had been awhile that I had felt that way and I realized that I may have been addicted to that feeling. At the very least it was something I knew I could easily WANT to be addicted. Instead of parking in front of the two apartments like normal I drove along side them on the access road and parked right there in the shadows. It was a pretty dark spot so I was untroubled about being seen. More than that I knew just to act calm and like I belonged doing what I was doing. People notice nervous behavior, but they rarely pay attention to people going about their business. You learn that quickly if you often commit petty and larcenous crime. I left my car there and walked to the side gate to the back yard patio area of the apartments and opened the gate like it was an every-day thing. I did not bother to look back to see if somebody noticed me walking into the yard. Almost before the gate was closed I was pulling a mask over my face. Soon enough I found myself through the compromised window. I stood there and let my eyes adjust to the dark. As soon as I knew my presence was not noticed I opened the curtains so that I could get some more light. And then I damn near blew the whole night to hell. I barely stopped myself from cursing out loud. There laying on the bed naked and along side each other was Lisa and Jen. Thank god I had learned long ago about them having a sexual relationship. I think I may have had a heart attack had I discovered it like this. I quickly started changing my plans a little bit. I had not brought two sets of handcuffs because neither George nor I had anticipated this curve ball. I cut a piece of duct tape and punched a small whole in the middle. Then I quietly unwrapped a large piece and left it connected to the roll of tape. After leaving it sitting in the middle of the largest open space in the room I tip-toed over to the bed. Thank fully Lisa was laying along the wall and Jen was near my side of the bed. As I got close I could smell that sweat beautiful smell of female arousal. Obviously they had fallen asleep atop the sheets after having sex. This was going to be to my advantage. If either of them awoke in the next few minutes they would both be thinking it was the other girl that was touching them. It would give me an advantageous time window in which to work.