0 comments/ 7105 views/ 5 favorites Something About Me By: Tello This is completely fiction. There was no personal harm intended in this story. May be very explicit for some. Feel free to stop reading anytime. ***** So this is a story that happened to me last week and I thought that I'd share it... I'm a 22 year old woman about 5'4 so yes I am more on the shorter size. When I was younger I was teased a lot because I was a lot more developed than most girls at the time. But I really admired my body while people made jokes about me. My hair is long and brown. By the age of 18, my boobs were the size of 34C. My ass was a bit bigger as well but my legs aren't that thick. I could also tell that men sneak peeks at me about every time I walked by one but I'm used to it now. Within the past few years, my sex drive has been acting up which have affected my breast size. I've always left with a different guy from a bar or a club about once a week. Surely enough, each man has gotten their mouth on my tits. After about a year of having guys suck on my tits on a weekly basis, I began to lactate from all the stimulation. My boobs have also gone from a 34C to a 34D from all of the milk I've been producing. It's gotten to the point where if I don't pump my boobs every morning, they'll start leaking throughout the day and feel like they're going to pop. One night, I went to go meet some friends at a bar. Before going out, I decided to curl the bottom of my hair. I wore a low cut white shirt showing about an inch of cleavage and small jean shorts. After reaching the bar, I noticed a homeless man who looked about he was in his 40's, walking around asking people outside for change. When I saw him, I could tell he was very hungry and hadn't eaten much in a couple days. He was wearing was a gray t-shirt with some holes and some raggedy sweats and had a gray beard. With no one giving the poor man a single penny I felt really bad for him. I wanted to help but couldn't think of a way to help at that moment since I only had my credit card with me. Then, I suddenly had an idea... I remembered that I had forgotten to pump my boobs this morning and they're feeling kind of heavy by now. My friends hadn't arrived yet so I figured that I had some time to spare. I walked up to the homeless man and said, "Excuse me sir, is there anything I can help you with?" "Food..." he responded softly. He seemed harmless so I grabbed his hand and pulled him to the back of the bar where there was more privacy. I leaned back against the wall and turned to face him. This wasn't my first time breastfeeding someone but I was a little shy when I offered to him because of how subtle this was. "I don't have much to offer but, I hope my breast milk can get you by for awhile longer." I said slowly lifting off my shirt. Than man was in complete awe as he saw my big tits. I then pulled out my tits from the cups. He slowly grabbed my tits then gave them a few rubs. Then he started to bring his head down and put his mouth on my nipple. After a few sucks, I could feel the stream of my milk coming out. Each suck began to get harder and harder as I could tell he was very hungry. This man was sucking so passionately and would switch off tits about every minute. At this point I could feel my nipples being pulled. I wanted to moan but tried not to and let out small breaths only. After about 10 minutes he was finished. He thanked me kindly and told me he was full for now. As I was putting my boobs back into my bra he said, "You're a very sweet young lady helping a poor man out. I wish there were more beautiful women like you that come around." "Thank you sir." I responded politely. Then he said, "I have a favor to ask. It's not often at all that I get to meet women as kind as you. Would you mind doing a lonely old man a favor and help him get "it" up? I haven't seen a woman's body in years." It seemed very gross at first but I felt even worse for him. I then gave in and agreed to please him. There was bench near us so I told him to go sit and take his pants off. At first I thought his dick was going to be as dirty as his body but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would. I decided to start with some foreplay first. With my bra still on I got on my knees and had him slide his dick in between my tits while I caressed it. When it was finally in between my boobs, I pushed them together and started to slide them up and down. Within a minute, I could see his pre-cum dripping on my tits already. He then got very into this and said, "This feels too good, I'm going to fuck you whether you want it or not." I was very hesitant about fucking this man since I wasn't on the pill at the moment and had no condoms but I realized that it had already gotten this far so I may as well let him. It felt weird since this was my first time with unprotected sex. I stood up to unhook my bra and he stroked his hard dick as he watched my tits bounce out. I then took my shorts and panties off as he was watching in amazement. Next thing I knew I was bent over with my hands holding onto the bench and his dick sliding in my vagina. I could feel my pussy stretching as he came in hard right away. His hands held my waist as my ass was clapping as he continued to shove it in. My tits were jiggling wildly under me as he fucked me harder. Then a hand slid under to grab one of my tits and the other hand was pulling my hair back. He squeezed my tit firmly as a stream of milk squirted out. I felt disgusted at first but I started liking it more and more after awhile. Eventually I couldn't help but just moan harder and harder with each hump. To finish me off he made me sit on his dick with my back facing towards. He wanted me to bounce on his dick so I did it just like he asked. His hands came around grabbing both of my tits and continued to squeeze the milk out of them as my pussy was sliding up and down his cock. He then forced me to turn my head around and make out with me while fucking me from behind. After a few minutes he whispered into my ear, "watch babies swim inside your pussy." Then his humps suddenly got very hard and slow. All I could do was moan as he was cumming inside of me. I ended cumming on his dick as well as he pulled out with a mix of our cum dripping from his cock. As he pulled out, there was an endless trail of cum oozing out of my pussy. He put his pants back on looking back at me one last time and said, "Hope to see you again soon beautiful lady" and disappeared back into the crowd. I put my close back on and walked back to the bar. I was worried about getting pregnant now but strangely, felt excited to see him again. Even though I was fucking a much older man... Something About Sister He stood in the woods staring at the house. The sounds of the impending evening had slowly started their evening symphony. Frogs joined by crickets and birds finishing up their daily activities provided him company as he stared at the house and waited. He had thought of making his outpost more comfortable by maybe making a bench out of the fallen timber in the woods, but thought better of it. He did not want evidence for searching eyes to give any indication that his watch on the house was a frequent thing. He heard the sound of the 18 wheeler sitting in the drive start, and his pulse quickened. "About fucking time," he muttered as he watched it slowly pull out of the gravel that it sat on. He stared at the lights of the trailer as it slowly moved out. He knew this was one of the driver's four day runs. Out to the coast and back. He was thankful for that. It would give him more time to take care of things. He turned his attention back to the house, and watched for the sign that would indicate it was safe for him to approach the house without notice. The last thing he needed was to attract attention to his approach. The porch light came on, and it was the signal he was looking for and he slowly made his way to the house. She didn't wait for him to even fully leave the drive before she shed her clothes. She was never so glad to see the big rig pull out of the drive as she was tonight. For the last week she dodged his advances. It was getting harder to submit her body to him. His two minutes of grunting on top of her followed by the sounds of his snoring no longer were acceptable. She smiled to herself as she wondered if he really knew what she was capable of sexually it would blow his mind. She headed up to the shower, and on her way up turned on the porch light. She had no plans to come back downstairs tonight. She peeked in on her three young sleeping children, and headed for the shower and the warm cascade of soothing water that awaited her. He tried the door and found it unlocked. "How thoughtful of her to make it so easy," he muttered under his breath. He spied the pile of clothes on the floor of the living room, and noticed all the lights downstairs were off. She obviously had no plans of returning downstairs. That suited him just fine. He quietly made his way up the stairs. He did not have to creep up the stairs; he knew the water from the shower would cover any creaks the old steps would make. Two of doors were shut, and he knew those were the rooms her children shared. The door to her bedroom was open, and the bathroom door was slightly ajar. Gently, he pushed open the door to the bathroom with one hand as he undid his belt with the other. Ready or not she was about to have company in the shower. He hoped she did not make much noise. The kids waking up would ruin his plans. The warm water was soothing, and she let it run down her back. She stood there, her skin tingling from the water hitting it. She ran her hands down the sides of her face, and moved down her body. They stopped at her breasts. Full of milk for the baby, and the nipples were huge. The warm water had relaxed her to the point that milk droplets from each nipple dripped from her touch. It would not be much longer, and the baby would have to be weaned. It would disappoint someone when that happened, but the little guy could not nurse forever. Her hands continued their journey down her body. She was not slender like the models, and knew she never would be. Three kids were hard on a body. That said, she did not think she was hard on the eyes. She had nice tits (having been told this on more than one occasion), curves in the right places, and what she thought to be a pretty nice ass. She ran her hand down to her thighs. She felt the start of the return of pubic hair, and knew she was going to make it smooth again. Her fingers moved between her pussy lips. She did not need to feel there to know she was wet. She had been wet for most of the day. Her fingers lightly danced over her clit which was swollen, and suddenly the shower curtain was thrown back. "No touchy for you there, it's all mine," the man said. "It's about fucking time," the woman responded without even opening her eyes. "What did you do crawl here or what?" "I must have missed the memo that you were in heat," he answered with a chuckle. "Are you gonna kiss me or what?" Her eyes opened and she smiled. The smile started with her lips, but was highlighted by the glow in her eyes as she pulled him close and under the stream of water. "God, I have missed you," she murmured as there lips touched. Her arms around his neck, he pulled her closer, and his tongue gently licked her full lips. Her tongue found his, and they worked into each others mouth. "Has it been forever or is it just me?" she asked stepping back. "Has been forever," he answered as his hands pushed her long blonde wet hair back from her face. "So he is really gone for four days?" "He better be. I had to tell him I had a yeast infection so he would quit trying to get in pants," she said with a giggle. "You are such a naughty girl Erin. I think you should be spanked," he said with a grin. Erin looked at him. He was tall with blonde sandy hair. His green eyes sparkled when he looked at her, and she loved it. His hands knew his way over her body, and they were gently hands. She liked holding his hand while she slept. It made her feel safe, and loved like she knew love should be. "Well, my dear if you are good you can spank me. If you are bad you can spank me harder," she said with a wink. "So how free will you be the next few days? "My darling bride seems to be working a lot," he chuckled. "In fact, she has worked every day for the last six months. I think I am open for you time." He knew she was screwing one of the doctors at the hospital she worked at, and had stopped caring a long time ago. In some of his more reflective moments, he wondered if he really had cared at all. "Oh Scott baby, I am so sorry you have to put up with that," she said as she traced a finger down his muscular chest. "I would be lying though if I didn't say I am glad it gives me more time with you." "You look beautiful all wet," he said as his eyes roamed over her naked body. He zoomed in on her full tits. He saw traces of the milk that had been dripping from the thick nipples, and he lowered his head and started to suck. He heard the moan escape her lips, and he sucked harder. He loved the sweet taste of the milk and he sucked hard to get enough to swallow in his mouth. "Do the other one," Erin commanded. He moved over to the other nipple and repeated his sucking until again his mouth had enough to swallow. She could feel her pussy spilling its wetness down her leg. "Will you shave me smooth?" she asked. Scott sat down in the tub, and she handed him the shaving cream and a new razor. She loved how it felt to have him shave her. Every time he did it for her, she was amazed at how gentle and careful he was. She knew it drove him wild to have her smooth, and she did it only for him. She felt the coolness of the shaving cream on her skin, and her now swollen pussy lips. She felt the touch of his fingers as he guided the razor into the folds around her opening and clit. His fingers would touch her throbbing clit, and she would shudder. "Oh my," Scott whispered, "Houston, we have a flood here." "Hurry and finish baby," she commanded. "I really have to pee." "Well then I guess I will slow down and make you wait. Hear that water running. Think of a waterfall," he teased. "You are not helping," she groaned. He rinsed her now smooth pussy. He pulled Erin towards his now waiting mouth, and spread her pussy open. Pausing to glance at the hard clit, and the steady flow from her pussy, he started to tease her pussy with his tongue. "You want it don't you?" Erin hissed. "Mmmmmmm," Scott moaned. "Say it. I want to hear it," Erin demanded. "Shower me baby. I want to drink it right from your hot pussy," he hissed. Scott licked and sucked her clit as Erin pushed her hips out and relaxed. She felt the flow from her very full bladder start. She could hear the stream hit the back of Scott's throat. "Drink it baby. Drink it for me," Erin commanded. The stream was so hard it caused the hot piss to run down his chin, and out the sides of his mouth. He swallowed and licked and sucked until the stream finally quit. "Man, that turns me on when you do that," she said. "I like how you like that. I love doing that for you. Do you need to go baby? You can do me." Scott shook his head no. "I get something else tonight remember?" "How could I forget," Erin replied. "You have texted me for the last week about it. Now finish what you are working on there." With that Scott returned his attention to the pussy literally staring him in the face. His tongue danced over the clit. Both lightly teasing it and sucking it as it explored the area. His fingers probed the opening to her pussy. First just one and then two more entered the moist warm hole. His tongue picked up speed and Erin pushed her pelvis towards the moving tongue. Her hands pulled his head towards her. She no longer felt the water on her back. All she felt was the building orgasm that she had so waited for all week. "Faster, lick it faster," she moaned. With a shudder and a moan, Erin came. She squirted her pussy juice over Scott's face, and it ran down his cheek. Her cheeks were flushed and her legs trembled from the power of her orgasm. "Oh baby I so needed that, and needed you to do that," Erin said as she leaned down to kiss the top of Scott's head. The water had lost its warmth as the shower had drained the water heater. Erin turned and shut the faucets off. She felt Scott trace his finger around her ass. She knew that is what he wanted tonight, and he was going to get it. Erin grabbed two oversized towels off of the rack. They each took one and took turns drying each other off. Slowly, and with great care they got the water off the damp bodies. It was their small talk time. She told him about the kids, and what they were doing, and he filled her in on his work. She felt bad that he had no one to come home to, and if she ever had the chance she would tell that bitch he was married to just how she felt. Scott loved hearing about her life in general. It brought them even closer. He whispered in Erin's ear as he dried her hair, "We should have another one." Erin smiled at the thought. "We got away with one here babe," Erin whispered as she turned and looked into Scott's eyes. "I would have to actually let him fuck me to cover for us you know." "I know babe. I don't like that thought either, but we have made one beautiful baby. He takes after his momma." Scott replied and kissed Erin's lips. "I like making babies with you hun, but there is the other thing to think about," she reminded him. "I know. I know," Scott sighed. "It's just that you are the only woman I have truly ever loved in my life. What better way to show it?" "You are the only man I have ever truly loved babe. As hard as we have tried to stop I guess it means something when we can't," Erin said as her eyes filled with tears. Scott pulled her close to him. He kissed the top of her head, and said, "What we have is true love. I don't care if you are my sister. I truly love you with all my heart. I have forever, and will forever. Don't you forget it." "I needed to hear that. I have missed you this week," she said. They finished up in the bathroom and walked hand in hand to the bedroom. Scott looked over at her bedside table and liked what he saw. It made him hard. Erin noticed his growing erection and laughed. "Oh my god, you saw what I had out," she said. Scott looked over at the tube of lubricant on her bedside stand and his heart raced. He loved his sister's ass, and he requested ass fucking for their first night in the four day stretch together. Erin never said no, but then again either did Scott. She had given him her ass on many occasions, and liked how it turned him on. Erin ran her hands over Scott's chest. She gently rubbed his nipples and he moaned. She knew he liked that, and it made him even harder. "So what is it my hot man wants tonight?" she asked. "Your nice tight ass," Scott replied. "Only if you spank it first," she said. "Want it pink or red," Scott asked. "Red baby. Make it red," Erin answered. She reached down and her fingers brushed the tip of his hard cock. It moved in a jerking motion when she touched it. She felt the ooze of pre cum and getting some on her finger she brought it up to her lips and tasted. "Nice. I will get to taste this later I hope," she said Erin kicked off the covers and stroked her brother's cock until the head was turning purple. Reaching over to the nightstand, she grabbed the tube of lubricant and covered his cock with it. From the tip to the base of the shaft it was now coated with it. She handed Scot the tube and got on her hands and knees. Scott swatted Erin's ass. "Harder baby," Erin commanded. Scott slapped her ass again, and he heard the smack of his hand, and a moan from Erin. That's more like it," she purred. "Lube me baby. I need to feel you in me." Scott spanked her again, and her ass glowed red from the blow. He spread the lube across his fingers and worked it around her tight hole. He worked one finger into the puckered opening, and slowly moved it in and out. Erin groaned as his finger entered her. She liked the full feeling of his cock in her ass, and was ready to feel it. She felt the addition of another finger in her, and she knew it was close to having her ass filled with Scott's cock. Scott finished applying the lube and was ready to enter Erin. His throbbing cock could wait no more. He threw the lube to the floor, and got behind Erin. He spanked her hard twice, and moved the tip of his cock to the opening of her tight ass. He placed the tip against the hole, and slowly pushed against it. Erin pushed back by shifting her hips towards Scott. He felt the pop of entering her ass, as his cock passed through the sphincter, and Erin moaned. Slowly, he moved deeper into her as Erin pushed against his cock to help move it in. "Oh baby, I love how that fills me up like that," she said. Scott could feel the muscles squeeze against his cock. He loved how that felt. Slowly he moved it back until just the tip was in, and then pushed back in. He did this a few times until he heard Erin tell him to start going faster. Needing little encouragement he began to pick up the pace. "Can I rub my clit baby?" Erin asked. "Not tonight," Scott answered. "Then fuck me hard baby, "Erin commanded. Scott began to pound hard into his sister's ass. His balls slapped against her pussy as he went harder and faster .He grabbed her hair and pulled it hard as Erin telling him to go faster and harder made him wild with lust. He felt the build up of cum, and suddenly he shot load after load into her ass. He squeezed her ass cheeks as the power of his orgasm coursed through him. Sweating and spent he withdrew and collapsed against Erin. "You really filled me up baby," Erin whispered. "I can feel it running out of my ass." "That is what happens when I store it up for you hun. You were fucking hot," Scott replied. "How about you get out your favorite toy and I will suck some more on those awesome tits while you use it?" "Oh I like how you think my horny baby," Erin replied as she reached for the bag that held her toys. "How about you take a good look at my pussy before I play, and then snap a picture for me of how it looks after." "Now why in the world would you want a picture of that?" Scott asked. "Tell you later gator," Erin said with a grin. Scott moved down as Erin spread her legs. Her pussy was overflowing with her juices, and her ass had a thick trail of his cum slowly leaking out. It was hot. Erin spread her pussy wide for a full effect view. "Now get up here and suck my tits for me," she commanded. Scott reluctantly gave up his view and moved up to the again leaking tits. He heard the vibrator start up and he started sucking each nipple. He decided to pull hard on the one he was not sucking on which earned an "OH YEAH" from his sister. He had mostly drained the milk out of the breasts in the shower, but did manage to taste some as he sucked. He felt Erin start to buck her hips and she took over pulling the nipple not being sucked. With a sudden gasp and then a moan she came. She slowly withdrew the vibrator and handed Scott a digital camera. "Now take the picture baby," she commanded. Scott moved down to her drenched pussy and still leaking ass as Erin again spread her pussy wide. He snapped the picture, and handed the camera back to his sister to look at the results. She nodded her head with a smile. "You mind telling me what this is all about?" he asked. "Remember when we talked about maybe finding a friend to play with?" Erin asked. "You mean another woman?" Scott quickly answered. "For real?" "I think so baby. That is if you are still interested," Erin said with a smile. "Oh yes but only if you are," Scott said. Erin reached for the laptop on the floor by the bed." Let me show you what I have been doing." Something About The Way He Moved **THE FOLLOWING IS A TRUE STORY** BRACE YOURSELF Every day of chemistry we made perfect eye contact. Something about the way he looked at me made me feel as though he saw me in a different light than he did my peers. It was undeniable that i wanted him badly, and I think he could tell. He is the type of man that you can't help but stare at. His beautifully ocean blue eyes contrasted perfectly with his raven black hair. His figure was to die for, not too buff, not too scrawny, just right. Just right enough to be held by and cuddled with. He is the teacher that every girl giggles about and the teacher every guy wants to party with. I had to have him. He moved from Franchinni, Italy to Arizona when he was 17 to go to school, giving him a thick Italian accent, which made him even sexier. I would say he was about 29. He was a work of art, something God spent more time on. I definitely had to have him. And something told me that he was thinking the same thing about me... Now I don't want to sound arrogant, but I am quite a looker. Long dark hair, green eyes, olive skin, a great bust, washboard abs (kudos to my swim coach), and amazing lips. You could say I was Ms. Thing of P. Ferris High. I knew people wanted me. Guys and girls alike. But I wanted nothing to do with them. I had a few casual boyfriends here and there. I even let a few guys finger fuck me. But I was holding out for someone I actually liked. Someone like Mr. Blassioli. Maybe even him... Senior Year: Chemistry "Okay class, take out your textbooks and turn to page 334. Today we are learning about..." I drifted off, not ignoring Mr. Blassioli, or but more along the lines of..."undressing him with my eyes." You could see his huge manhood through his slacks, everyone knew he was packing some major heat. I imagined him fucking me on top of the lab counters in the classroom. Although he didn't seem like the pounding type (more like the sweet, romantic love making type), I wanted him to fuck me hard. I felt my groin pulsing at the thought of it. I immediately turned a bright red and snapped back in to it, in fear that someone knew what I was thinking about. I heard my name. What? "Nicole? Nicole? Someone wake her up...Ms. Cutler, I see you after school at 3. Try to pay attention." (Mind you, his english is poor) Shit, he caught me. Oh well, more time alone with Mr. Blassioli meant more to me than hanging out in the school parking lot with my juvenile friends...Wait...Wait that's it! Today is my chance. I can seduce the hell out of Mr. Blassioli and finally feel everything I have been imagining. I constantly catch him taking a peek down my shirt. Not that I minded or anything, but it gave me more confidence for what I was preparing to do at 3:00 today. The rest of the day was a blur. I think I slept through the last 2 classes and then I woke up finding myself zombie walking to Mr. Blassioli's office. I had never been there before. Teacher's offices are in the corners of their rooms. Privacy. Just what I needed. I approached the closed door with caution, taking an extra second to give myself a reality check. Knock. Knock. Kn- "The door open." (God I loved his poor english!) His voice interrupted my last knock, throwing me in to shock. For some reason, I was thinking he wouldn't be there. But he was. Oh, baby, he was! "Hi Mr. Blassioli. You wanted to see me." "Yes, Ms. Cutler. It seems you have a problem paying attention. Now, what is the deal?" "I'm sorry, you know how it can be tiring listening to teachers all day long. I just...I'm sorry. But I...I have trouble with chemistry. I don't understand it. " "What do not you understand?" He motioned for me to sit in the chair next to him. I was definitely going for it. I casually walked over there. And...of course...He was looking at my chest. I sat down and took out a notebook of the day's notes. "The lesson from today, I just don't get it." I leaned in closer, our noses almost touching. I could see it in his eyes that he understood why I was so close. I felt a strong heat in my pussy. It was building up. Then, suddenly, his hand was on my knee, just at the edge of my skirt. Every nerve in my body was in shock. He gave me a very sexy smile, I knew what was coming. I leaned in and placed my lips on his. Oh so sensual! He pulled back. What did I do wrong? "Is this right?" "W-...I don't..." "You know," He moved his hand higher up to my thigh sending shivers down my spine "I have always thought you were special girl. You are beautiful girl and I have think about this since first day I met. You will not say anything, no?" I smiled, giving him the response he was satisfied with. Slowly, I moved in again and grabbed hold of his big hand and slid it up my skirt on the heat of my body. I was almost shaking. He put his other hand on my shoulder for reassurance. I took the courage to start unbuttoning his dress shirt. His masculine chest hair was making me so horny. I was about to fuck him right then and there, but just as I thought, he did me with passion. Slowly he stood up and motioned for me to do the same. He placed me with my ass against his desk and his throbbing cock against my hungry pussy. He began to kiss my neck. God, this man was good! Who knows how, but with one hand he unbuttoned my shirt in a matter of two seconds. His strong hand was placed on my left breast. He began to massage it and I felt his breaths becoming heavier and faster. My body was screaming at what this man was doing to me. He unclasped my bra and it fell to the floor. His mouth made its way to one of my nipples. He sucked on it and nibbled it causing me to almost orgasm. Now this had been done to me before, but never had someone given me a near orgasm by only fondling my chest. His slippery tongue drew circles on my nipple making me so wet. Then, after what seemed like hours, he slowly unzipped my skirt. It fell in the same manner as my bra. He smiled at me and whispered an Italin phrase in to my ear. "Il mio fiore prezioso" (It translates in to "my precious flower". He traced the pattern of a flower outline on my underwear. My knees almost buckled. I began to undo his belt and he closed his eyes. We were both in ecstasy, no doubt. I undid his slacks and slid off his briefs, exposing his enormous, erect penis. I had no idea how that was going to fit in to me without causing me excruciating pain, but it was going to. He eased off my lacy black underwear and began to tickle my thighs with his soft hands. Teasing my every erogenous zone. Finally he took his index finger and slid it between my vaginal lips. My wetness had made it slippery. I made my way to his ear and sucked on it, making him let out a soft moan. He then whispered "Rendete me il tatto vivo" (translating to: You make me feel alive). He slid his finger into my tight vagina which hurt a bit, but felt so good. Slow at first, but then faster and faster. He then took another finger and did the same. The pain was almost too much. I bit his shoulder which only made him finger fuck me harder. I wanted him to fuck me. It was like he knew what I wanted. He remover his fingers and then sat me up on his desk and planted kisses all over my body. He planted a soft kiss on my clit which sent shock waves down my body. He then put his arms around me and rubbed my clit with his rock hard shaft. I was going to have an orgasm. He rubbed it soft then hard then soft again. The variation of pressure put me in ecstasy and i came on his hard cock. That orgasm was my first, but not my last with Mr. Blassioli. He then inserted his dick into my tight pussy which hurt much more than the fingers. He did it slowly. A tear ran down my cheek and he kissed it off of me. I was digging my nails in to his back, which made him fuck me harder. It then felt as though he broke through a barrier inside of me and his entire penis was inside of me. This was a good kind of hurt. I was moaning louder and he was too. His thrusts in to me were becoming harder and faster. I cried out "Oh God Mr. Blassioli, fuck me harder!" "Antony. Call...me...ungg...Antony...ohh baby...Nicole you make me feel soooo good. I fuck you as hard as you want. I want to make you feel good." "Antony, harder, faster, faster...Oh God Antony." We were moaning and I was crying his name out. I don't know how we didn't get caught. But thank God we didn't. At that moment, we orgasmed simultaneously. His hot cum mixed with my hot juices. And he rested on my shoulder. His wavy black hair tickled my chest. Our hot and sweaty bodies tangled up in one another. It was a beautiful thing. He kissed me over and over again until I had to go to swimming practice. We dressed and couldn't keep our eyes off of each other. When I was leaving he stopped me. He turned me to him, kissed me long and hard while caressing my ass cheeks. Then he said something I will never forget. "Making love to you was the greatest thing God could have allowed me to do." I kissed him back hard. I started crying into his chest and he held on to me. He even started to tear. We both knew it was wrong. But it felt so right. After what felt like an eternity he tilted my chin up to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. I walked away knowing that what we had done was the start of something that would lead to great pain and strife. But it would also lead to love. Mr. Blassioli resigned as an employee of my high school. I thought I had scared him off, being a threat to his career. But little did I know that he did it for us. So that we could be together. And we were together. And we are together. Something About Veronia Something about Veronica, I kept repeating to myself, something about her, something about her that was unlike anything that any human, let alone human female on this planet possessed. The something could be described as innocence, an innocence that stems from an air of unreachability on my part, a quality of non-judgment that pervades her entire life. She seemed to me, to have a purer soul than everyone else I have ever met, but you couldn't tell her that, because that would make her self-conscious beyond belief. She is in her early twenties, but her parents still kept a close watch over her every decision. I'm 25, have been living on my own since I've been out of high school, and at first had a hard time relating with the young "mama's girl," as I referred to her more than once. I had been working at the restaurant for my entire working life, but she joined the team about eighteen months ago. It was always servers competing against the kitchen staff. For some reason, however, with Veronica, we were never against each other. Her innocence kept me from lashing out at her when she was new at her job, and frankly, not very good at it. Her beauty, class, and posture, kept me fascinated with someone that I had no business being interested in, but was drawn to nonetheless. The restaurant that we worked at could be described as a "small town, high class," type of place. The building was a landmark of the sleepy town where I lived and worked, and about a year ago, my boss, the restaurant owner let me live in an upstairs apartment, completely melting the boundary between my work and home life. I could be found at work more nights than I was off. Usually, on weeknights, I was the only cook in the kitchen, and there were only a couple of servers on the floor. On Monday, Veronica was serving, and it was a night I would never forget. It was a slow night, the night that as a cook, you always hope for, but as a server, was bittersweet. Veronica and I often had discussions about her friends and relationships, and through this I discerned that she had had a few boyfriends, but had never gone all the way. I mentioned her innocence, and I think that she might just have been waiting till marriage to make that final step. Veronica looks at me as someone she can trust. We hang out after work, usually at my place. We even have sleepovers, her religious zealots for parents even trusting me to take care of their daughter. They just assumed that I was the nice guy who couldn't take advantage of a situation like this with a hot young girl sleeping 10 feet away from me. The worst thing was, they were half right. I hadn't to that point taken advantage of the situation. I wanted more than anything to fuck her brains out, to strap her to a piece of my furniture and make her call ME daddy, to slam into her pussy until she cried out it pain. But these feelings only came a couple of times a day, they were usually accompanied by a fluttering of the heart and a growing of my member. So on this Monday night, a slow night after work, we had worked out that we would have one of our sleepovers, and I made a promise that you would make a move, or for god's sake, at least tell the girl how you felt about her. Usually, during our sleepovers, Veronica and I watched tv, played videogames and ended up talking for a few hours. This night wasn't any different, but the talking seemed to come a little earlier. Veronica wondered aloud if she was making the right decisions in her life, whether waiting until marriage for sex was worth it, and whether the conservative Christian values that her parents instilled in her were of any value. She mentioned that she just found out that her parents were pregnant with her older sister before they were married, and suddenly she didn't feel that they had any room to preach to her any more. I took all this with a big grain of salt. It wasn't usual for Veronica to get this emotional during our sleepovers, but I wanted to seem like I was there for her as a friend if she needed it, and certainly didn't want her to censor her thoughts. Veronica started saying that she trusted me more than any man she had ever met, and she knew that I wouldn't hurt her. I was sitting mere inches away from her on my living room couch, when she leaned in and said "I want to sleep in your bed tonight." At first, I was offended. I thought, "Do you expect me to sleep on the couch in my own apartment?" But her reaction seconds after she said this illuminated the fact that she meant this as an invitation to sleep in the same bed, for the first time. My reaction, was the same as it had always been when she seemed ready to jump into a situation. "Are you sure?" and "Have you thought this through?" I didn't verbalize any of this, thank god, because that would have made me seem like a scared child, and my slow reaction time saved me. "I'm ready whenever you are." She said, before I had the chance to say anything with my word hole. She got up off of the couch and went to the bathroom. I was alone. I was confused. I assumed she was now undressing, or changing into more comfortable attire. I was left there on the couch wondering what I should do next. I got up and stumbled into my room. I searched through my closet for my best smelling underwear, holy crap "I should do more laundry," I thought to myself. I glanced at the unused condom that sat on my dresser, unused since my last sexual experience with my ex-girlfriend, several months ago. I wondered if I should hide it, if Veronica saw it, if she would get the wrong idea about me, or the right idea, the idea that I wanted to fuck her, in a safe way, with no STD transmission. I decided to just grab it, and stuffed it into my dresser next to my bed. I stripped off my t-shirt and pants from work, and jumped on my bed. My heart pounded in my chest as I waited for my Veronica to emerge from my bathroom. I hear the door open. Her silhouette enters my bedroom doorway. Veronica was wearing a plain revealing tank top, and a pair of my boxers that she stole the last time we had a sleep over. I lost control of my voluntary reactions, and began drooling as I stared at her curves that she had kept hidden from me until this very moment. I had imagined what she looked like in her underwear 1000 times before, while I abused my cock with my right hand, but the real thing, with the way the tank top fell at her breasts, revealing more than a hint of cleavage, and showed off an ample amount of her midriff. At the sight of all of this, my cock began to have a mind of its own. I felt it grow in my boxers, my full erection straining against the fabric in mere seconds. It was out of my control, and in my embarrassment, I rolled over onto my side to hide it. Veronica, twice as smart as I'll ever be, laughed, and told me, "Colby," that was my name, I don't think I mentioned that, "you don't have to hide the fact that you're attracted to me, I find it very flattering. I'm aroused too, but I don't have a barometer of sexual arousal that grows with my attraction for you." This was all happening so fast. A minute ago, we were talking on my couch, now we were in our undergarments talking unabashedly about my erection and her inability to possess one. Veronica glided across my bedroom floor before I had the opportunity grasp the whole situation. She never seemed to touch the ground. Before I knew it, she was on the bed with me, making it creak as the distance between us narrowed. I stiffened out of nervousness, but she didn't miss a beat, as she pawed at my neck, and nestled into my chest. Her mouth started to tease my lips with the lightest licks and whispers ever experienced on this four and a half billion year old planet. She crawled on top of me as my body caved in to her frame. I reached out and grabbed at her breast, letting my inexperience show . I pawed awkwardly at her supple tits, groping at her bust with reckless abandon. She pulled away slowly, and exclaimed, "Would you like a better view of the objects that you're playing with?" I never knew that this side of Veronica existed. She expertly peeled away her yellow tank top, revealing a tan brazier. She usually wore loose fitting clothes at work, so it was quite visually stimulating to see her breasts pushing against the satin barrier. Was she actually expecting me to be able to handle all of this? I was about to blow my load when I saw her emerge from the bathroom. Now that she was touching me and in her underwear, I couldn't take it. I had to do something to take control, so I wrapped my arms around her waist and rolled over with her in my arms. She had teased my lips with her mouth earlier, but now that I was in control, I probed her mouth with my tongue, pushing the envelope further than it had been in our year and one half relationship, officially declaring my intentions to ravage her body. Her mouth tasted like sweet tarts, not like alcohol, like my first kiss four years ago with the slut that took my virginity. My hands wandered up and down her upper body. I unclasped her bra, luckily for me she wore a relatively easy garment to disrobe. The single clasp popped easily, and the last piece of clothing that came between me and her milky white breasts fell down her body. I have always been a breast man, so when the opportunity came around, I leapt at the chance to look at, play with and taste Veronica's nipples. I reached up at once felt her mound of feminine flesh and searched for nipple. My index finger rubbed across her aureole, and a second later found her pink protrusion. I squeezed it between my finger and my thumb, while I maintained my focus on giving her the most passionate French kiss of her life. She let out a soft moan, but it was stifled by my aggressive mouth enveloping her own. She fought back, reaching for my ear with her mouth. Her tongue found my ear lobe, batting it back and forth driving me near the edge. My arms and legs broke out in spontaneous goose bumps, with the hair on my arm standing on end. Her hot breath became almost too much to take, as I involuntarily narrowed the gap between my neck and shoulder, unintentionally forcing her face away from one of my most tender areas. She used my momentary loss of control to her full advantage, pushing my shoulders and forcing herself back on top of me. The light wrestling was very erotic, and she now pushed her full weight of her body on my erect crotch. She began to grind her mound lightly against my engorged cock, slowly at first, as if it could have been an accident, and then faster and more aggressively taking all chance out of the equation. Her innocent hips moving rhythmically against mine, drawing me closer to orgasm. Veronica's voice broke the sexual tension, "I'm so horny, I can barely see straight." Her honesty caught me off guard. We hadn't spoken in a few minutes, and her voice shocked me at first. "Veronica, I want to satisfy your every need," I assured her that she needn't worry about her needs, that I would go above and beyond to make sure she was satisfied in every way. "Sshh," she said, her reaction let me know that she understood, but she wanted to pleasure me first, and that words weren't necessary, that they were even a nuisance in these circumstances, coming between us and some good old fashion oral sex. She began kissing my chest, letting her tongue push through her lips and make contact with my bare skin. She held my arms tight against the bed, letting me know that she was in control. She let go of my arms, however I held them where she left them . She started to lead down my chest with ever so slight kisses that ended in my pelvic region. I trusted that she knew what she was doing in this delicate area, despite her lack of experience. She firmly grasped my shaft and started stroking the underside of my cock with her tongue. She slowly licked the head of my member, popping it in and out of her mouth. I started to pull the loose strands of her hair away from her face so I could receive a full view of the action. She used this as a cue to take my full length into her mouth, as she cupped my balls. She bobbed up and down like a pro. I would have never guessed that this was the first time that she had given head. I stopped her short of giving me the ultimate release, letting her know without words that I wanted to cum inside of her. I wanted her to know the same carnal pleasures that I had received. I flipped her around and slipped my thumbs inside of the waistband of her panties, and slowly pulled her striped underwear down her ample thighs. She lifted her hips off of the bed to allow me to easily slip the panties off of her body. "This is the first time I've been completely naked with a man," she offered up to me, unsolicited. Coming from anyone else, this statement would have make me freeze in my motion, but coming from the maximum desire of my affection, this was like the mission statement for a love affair. I needed to complete this night of lovemaking, I needed to make Veronica mine. She needs to cum. I pushed her thighs in opposite directions, exposing her feminine mound in full view for me for the first time. I licked her inner thighs giving her the same goose bumps that she gave me several minutes earlier. I licked the outer lips of her vagina slowly, testing her and tasting her full sweetness, she was as wet as any woman could be. I teased her, noting that she begged me with her body to lick her clit, but I held off for as long as I could, licking her outer lips, and probing her with my finger. I finally released her longing by assaulting her clitoris with my tongue, causing her to writhe in ecstasy. She bucked her hips back at me while I continued to tongue her engorged pussy. She grabbed for a pillow at the head of the bed, and stuffed it into her face, muffling her cries of pleasure. I plunged my index finger deeper into her sex, enjoying the feeling of her vagina tightening around my phalange. She tightened her hips around my head, squeezing it like a vice; I strained to hold my tongue on her clit, furiously brushing it along the slit with the same rhythm. She screamed into the pillow now, trying to thrash her lower body, but I held her in place. She grew even wetter, as she convulsed. Her juices leaked out of her hole, drenching my face, and lingering on my chin. I pulled up from her lower region, and reached up to kiss her. She hungrily took my mouth, whimpering slightly. "I need to feel you inside of me, to fulfill me completely," she said. Needing no more convincing, I pulled the condom out of my dresser drawer, and handed it to her. She slyly unrolled it onto my erect penis, and laid back onto the bed, spreading herself open for me. "I'm ready," she said. My heart was beating out of my chest now, and felt like it was going to leap out of my throat. Not wanting to seem like I was scared shitless, I spread her lips open without skipping a beat and lowered myself onto her. Using her moans as a roadmap, I slowly guided my cock into her. I spread my arms out and grabbed both sides of my double sized bed. As I slowly thrust myself into her the bed creaked with each motion. I wished I had played some music with the few moments that I had when she was in the bathroom, but it was too late now. The silence of it all was deafening. I asked her if she was okay, if it hurt. She assured me that it felt great, that I should keep going. She dug her nails into my shoulder, as I kissed her softly, which felt different with me inside of her. I looked deep into her eyes, as I became more focused on my task. She lifted her legs around my waist, allowing me to gain deeper penetration. Before too long, my muscles started to convulse. This was a familiar experience, I had been orgasming since childhood, but inside a woman is an entirely different experience. I felt out of control, I started to spurt, as I grasped her aroung her midsection, thrusting faster than I had before. "I'm cumming," I felt the need to verbalize. She just nodded and moaned. "Uh....ahhhh....ohhhh, she made me make noises that I didn't think I was capable of making." I shot load after load into the rubber barrier, filling the reservoir tip. I let myself fall limp onto her body, allowing the both of us to enjoy the experience. I started to wonder if this was a one time deal, or if this could grow into something more, which is what I had hoped she wanted. She interrupted me in mid thought, "I'm glad you were my first, I hope that we can do this again at our next sleepover." She yawned, rolled over, and was asleep before I knew what happened. It would take me countless nights to process just exactly how I came to take the innocence of my sweet Veronica.