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The User Ch. 01

By: D.C. Roi



Passion In James County VII

The User

By D.C. Roi

Chapter one

Kathy Walton walked into the guidance office after school. She was having problems in school and Mr. Sanders, the head of the guidance department, asked her to stop by his office to discuss ways she could improve her school performance so she could graduate with the rest of the senior class.

The young woman felt uncomfortable. Having to go to the office, even if it was the guidance office, made her nervous. And besides, school was over. Why couldn't Mr. Sanders have talked to her during one of her classes? She didn't mind missing class, but she didn't like having to give up after-school time.

Ben Sanders, a slim, dark-haired man of forty-seven, was sitting behind his desk when the girl walked into his office. "How did today go, Kathy?" he asked.

The young woman shrugged. "It went OK, I guess," she said. She sat down in a chair opposite the guidance counselor's desk.

"Kathy, do you know why I asked you to come in and see me?" Ben asked.

"Because my teachers complained, probably. They're always on my case," the student snapped. "They all keep giving me a hard time."

"Are you sure you aren't giving them a hard time, too?" the guidance counselor asked. "Maybe just a little?"

"Look, Mr. Sanders, I'm just trying to get by until I'm old enough to quit school," the girl retorted, giving him an angry look. "School's a drag. The sooner I'm out of here, the better I'll like it."

Ben decided the best thing to do was meet the young woman's hostility head on. "I don't think that's exactly what's happening," he said. "My guess is there's something else bothering you. The reason I say that is, until this year, you were doing quite well. Maybe you weren't on the honor roll, but you were passing all your classes and never got in trouble. Now, all of a sudden, I'm getting reports that you're doing hardly any work, what you do is poor, and so is your behavior. Is there something wrong, Kathy?"

Kathy got up and started to pace back and forth in front of his desk. "If there is, it's my business, dammit!" she huffed. "I'm eighteen and I can take care of myself."

Ben watched the young woman pace. She was medium height, had moderately long brown hair she combed, but didn't do much with, and was wearing a pair of jeans shorts and a white T-shirt. Her legs were very good, as was her bottom. Her budding breasts tented the front of the shirt. She wasn't a knockout, but she wasn't bad-looking, either, he thought.

Ben stood up. "I'm only trying to help you, Kathy," he said softly. "Maybe, if you tell me what's really troubling you, we can work together to come up with a solution."

Kathy stopped pacing and looked at him, her eyes hot with anger. "Yeah, sure!" she said. "As if you really care!"

"What makes you think I don't care, Kathy?" Ben asked, looking directly into her blue eyes.

The girl was surprised by his comment and directness. "I...I don't know," she replied. "Look, I know the only reason you're doing this is because it's your job, isn't it? I mean, you really don't give a shit. Nobody does. Not my folks, not the other kids, nobody."

"That's not true," Ben said. "I do care. You don't really believe I'm only doing this because I get paid to do it, do you?" Having heard her comments, he had a pretty good idea why she was upset.

"I..." Kathy stammered. Mr. Sanders did sound sincere and that momentarily made her lose her self-assurance. "I...I don't know."

"You're having a bad year because you feel left out, don't you?" Ben asked. "You feel as if neither your parents nor the other kids think you're worth anything, right?"

Kathy looked at him, surprise showing on her face. "What...what makes you...think that's the problem?" she asked.

"I watch what goes on," Ben explained. "I see who's part of the 'in group' and who isn't. You've been left out of a lot of things this year, haven't you? You didn't make the cheerleading squad, and your friends who did are too busy for you now, aren't they?"

The teenager nodded and tears filled her eyes.

"I'd guess that your parents keep telling you it's no big deal, that you ought to grow up, right?" he continued.

Once more, the young woman nodded.

"That makes you feel terrible, doesn't it, Kathy?" Ben said. "It makes you feel as if you aren't pretty, or worth very much, right?"

The girl nodded again and looked at Mr. Sanders. She couldn't believe that he knew exactly how she was feeling. Knowing that he understood her warmed her, made her feel better somehow. "I...I didn't think anybody knew," she said, "...or cared."

"I care, Kathy," Ben said softly, "I care very much. You want to feel valued and have people like you, don't you? I'm very aware that being a part of the group is very important at your age." He slipped his arms around her waist.

At first, Kathy pressed against Mr. Sanders and hugged him. Then it occurred to her that this wasn't the way she should be acting with a teacher. "Mr. Sanders...I...I'm sorry," she exclaimed. "I...I shouldn't have done that. I..." Confused, she stepped back from his embrace. She was breathing hard and confusion showed in her eyes.

Ben smiled at her gently. "That's all right, Kathy," he said, "I was trying to show you that I do care about you. I don't see any harm in a hug, do you?"

"Ah...no...I...I guess there isn't..." the young woman replied.

"You know, Kathy, I do care about you," Ben said, "I care about you very much." He knew the young woman was vulnerable, very vulnerable. In fact, he was counting on that. "Did you need another hug?" he asked softly. "Would you like another one?" He held his arms out to her.

Kathy realized she did want another hug from him. She nodded and stepped back into his embrace, pressing against him, her body molding itself to his. It felt really good having him hold her, it felt like when she was in his arms, nothing could hurt her. After a few moments, she leaned back in his arms and looked up at him.

Kathy was stunned when Mr. Sanders kissed her and, while their lips were pressed together, licked her lips with his tongue. The young woman responded without thinking. She opened her mouth and slid her tongue into the guidance counselor's mouth. A thrill rushed through her when his tongue met hers.

Still kissing Kathy, Ben moved toward the sofa that sat along the wall of his office, opposite his desk. The stunned girl offered no resistance when he sat down and pulled her onto his lap. When the kiss ended, it looked as if she were going to say something and, to stop her, Ben kissed her again.

Once more, Kathy returned the kiss ardently, her arms locking around his neck, her tongue dueling with his. She felt Mr. Sanders pushing up her T-shirt, then his hand was sliding lightly over her belly. The way he was touching her was making her feel all funny inside. The young woman finally found the strength to speak. "Mr. Sanders!" she gasped. "What...what are...are you doing?" The guidance counselor shouldn't be doing this! This was wrong! She shuddered again because thrills were rippling through her, when his hand moved lightly up her back, to her bra. He unhooked it and his hand started sliding around to her front. She moaned and quivered again when his hand moved onto one breast.

Kathy knew she should stop Mr. Sanders, but what he was doing felt so good, she couldn't think straight. She opened her mouth again, planning to tell him to quit it, but only a soft moan came out.

Ben pushed up Kathy's T-shirt and bra and was delighted when he saw how lovely the girl's breasts were. They were smallish, but wonderfully shaped and jutted proudly from her chest. Her dark, eminently suckable nipples had begun to stiffen. He tipped his head down and pulled one into his mouth.

Kathy groaned softly and her hands tangled in his hair. "Ohhhhhh!!!!" she groaned. "Kiss them! Oh, God, Mr. Sanders! Kiss my breasts!" She shouldn't be letting him do this! It was against all the rules! But she couldn't help herself. He cared about her and he was making her feel so good!

Soon both of the young woman's nipples were hard as rocks and her breathing was ragged. She leaned back in the guidance counselor's arms and looked at him. "Are...are you going to...to make...make love to me, Mr. Sanders?" she gasped.

Ben, smiling, rubbed his thumb over one of her erect nipples and felt her tremble. "Is that what you want me to do, Kathy?" he asked softly.

"Yes!! Oh, God, yes!!!" Kathy replied. "That's what I want! I want you to make love to me!" Her bottom squirmed against his rigid cock.

Ben, whose cock so swollen he was afraid it might explode, slid his hands up Kathy's firm, smooth legs and opened the waist of her shorts. Then he urged the young woman to her feet and pushed her shorts and underpants down. After she stepped out of the garments, he slid his hand up between her legs onto her pussy and found it soaking wet. He rubbed her labia and clit with his finger.

Kathy groaned and pressed against him as feelings unlike any she'd ever known rocked her. "Godddddd, Mr. Sanders!!! That feels so awesome!!!" she whimpered, her legs trembling so hard she could barely stand.

Ben got his pants open and pushed them down. Then he pulled the girl so she was standing astride his legs. Since her sparse blonde bush was in front of his face, Ben began kissing her tasty pussy.

"Ahhhhhh!!!!!! Ohhhhhh!!!!" Kathy groaned. This was the last thing she'd expected to happen when Mr. Sanders called her to his office. And it was even wilder because it was happening in school! Her hips gyrating, she ground her pussy against Mr. Sanders' mouth as his tongue lashed her. "Ohhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhhhh!!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhh!!!!"

As much as he enjoyed eating the young woman, Ben didn't keep it up for long. After a few minutes, he grasped Kathy's hips and urged her to sit down on him. As she sank downward, he guided his erect organ into her. When his cock slid into the young woman, he experienced a rush of incredible sensations. Kathy was as tight as a virgin! He clutched her ass and hauled her down onto him.

Kathy, thrilled beyond belief by what Mr. Sanders was doing, pressed her bare breasts against his face and clung to his neck while he sucked her nipples and lashed them with his tongue. She'd never, ever felt like this before! "Aaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" the young woman groaned. Her hips started to rock, whipping Mr. Sanders' erection around inside her. "Uh!!! Uhh!!! Uhhh!!! Uhhhh!!! Uhhhhh!!! Uhhhhh!!! Uhhhhh!!! Uhhhhh!!! Uhhhhhhh!!!!" she grunted. Her exclamations of delight counted cadence for the man's thrusting hips. Her arms tightened around his neck, mashing his face against her bare chest. "Wahhhhhh!!!! Wahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Wahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" she cried, shuddering and shaking.

Ben felt the walls of the girl's vagina pulsing along his cock and lost control. "Yeahhhhhhhhhh!!!! Take it, Kathy!!! Take ittttttt!!!!" he groaned as his come bathed her insides.

They remained on the sofa, locked together, clutching each other, as their bodies calmed. Finally, Kathy leaned back in Mr. Sanders' arms and smiled at him, then she leaned forward and kissed him. "God, Mr. Sanders, that was awesome!" she gushed. "I...I never felt like that in my life!"

Ben kissed her on the forehead. "I'm glad it was good for you, Kathy," he said. "I really did want to make you feel valued."

"Oh, God, did you ever!" the girl exclaimed. "God! It was so awesome! You are so awesome, Mr. Sanders!"

Ben felt his softening cock slip from her still-quivering hole. Kathy gave a little shudder as it did. He kissed her and she snuggled against him. "I think you're lovely, Kathy," he said when the kiss ended. "I'm glad we could get together this afternoon, and I'm really glad it was good for you."

Kathy realized something was prodding against her bottom. "My God!" she exclaimed. "Are...are you getting hard again?"

Ben nodded. "It does feel that way," he said. Then he had a thought. "I want to make love to you in bed," he told her, "Can you come to my apartment?"

At that point, Kathy was so excited by what had happened since she arrived at Mr. Sanders' office, and the fact that he'd made her feel so good, that she was willing to do almost anything he asked. She hugged and kissed him, then stood up. "Yeah!" she said, her eyes bright. "That would be neat!" She was sure she was the only girl in school who'd been singled out for this special treatment.

"Let's go, then," Ben said. He stood up, told her where his apartment was and suggested that, because they couldn't take a chance on people finding out about them, she'd best come over on her own. He warned her to be careful that she wasn't seen.

Kathy said she understood, put her clothes back on and, before she left, gave him a lingering kiss, then she said, "I'll be right over! I can't wait!"

Kathy showed up shortly after Ben arrived at his apartment. They stood in his kitchen looking at each other for a second, then Ben pulled her against him and they kissed. Kathy's tongue slithered into his mouth, lashing and caressing his. Her arms snaked around his neck, pulling them tighter together.

"So...now what?" Kathy asked after the torrid kiss ended. She reached for Ben's crotch and began caressing his growing bulge. "You gonna use this on me again?" she asked, smiling.

"I thought I might," Ben said. He picked her up, set her on the kitchen table, then he stripped her T-shirt off and began caressing her perky breasts.

Kathy sighed. Her eyes closed and her head lolled on her shoulders. This was wonderful! She'd never, in her fondest dreams, thought she'd have an adult lover, especially not one who made her feel as good as Mr. Sanders did. She couldn't believe someone like him could want her.

Ben stroked the girl's swollen orbs and the nipples began extending. He thumbed the rubbery buds to full erection and heard Kathy's sighs grow louder and more urgent.

"Oh, God, Mr. Sanders!!!" she murmured, "This is so wild!"

When Ben sucked one of the luscious tips into his mouth, Kathy clutched him against her. "Yeah!!! Oh, Jeez, that's so awesome!!! I love how you do that!!!" she hissed ardently.

While his lips were busy with Kathy's succulent nipples, Ben opened her shorts. She raised her hips and he pushed the shorts down her shapely legs and dropped them on the kitchen floor, then he knelt by the table and began kissing her flat belly and pubic hair.

Kathy's hips began twisting when Mr. Sanders' tongue lashed the silky lips of her vagina. Her protestations of joy grew louder and louder as his tongue tortured her wonderfully. She'd heard other girls talk about being eaten, but it had never happened to her. It was unbelievable! It felt so wild! God, was it ever neat to have a man want you this bad!

"You're eating me!" she cried, "Oh, God, Mr. Sanders!!! Oh, God!!! I love it!!!"

Ben inserted a finger into her slick opening and, between that and the assault of his lips, soon had the young woman about to explode.

Moments later, Kathy was rocking the table with her frantic movements while another powerful orgasm roared through her. "Oh, jeeeeeezzzzz!!!" she wailed. "Ahhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

Ben licked and fingered the young woman until she was still, then he stood up.

Kathy looked at him, wide-eyed. "I can't believe you ate me on your kitchen table!!" she gasped.

"And I'm not finished," Ben said, unzipping his pants.

Kathy's eyes brightened. "Oh, Jesus! Don't tell me you're gonna fuck me here, too! In your kitchen!"

"That's exactly what I intend to do, Kathy," Ben replied. Holding his cock in his hand, he stepped between the shapely legs dangling over the edge of the table and, since Kathy's crotch was at the same level as his cock, he brushed her swollen labia with the tip of his rigid cock.

"Yessssss!!! Yesssss!!! Don't tease me, Mr. Sanders!! Put it in me!!! I want it!!!" the trembling teenager begged, clutching at his arms.

Ben grasped Kathy's hips and began pressing his erection into her. Before long his swollen shaft was in her snug channel again, and he could feel it rippling along his cock.

"Fuck me!! Please, Mr. Sanders!!! Fuck me hard!!!" she groaned. "I want to come again!!! Make me come again!!!"

Clutching the girl's firm buttocks, Ben thrust into her, feeling his explosion approaching. Then he unleashed, spurting glob after glob of his hot fluids into her.

When she felt Mr. Sanders' torrid juices splattering her insides, Kathy went wild. She shrieked with joy, the sounds echoing in the kitchen. "Yeaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Oh, yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Oh, yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Give it to me!!! Ohhhhhhhhh!!! Harder!!! Harder!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!! I'm...I'm cummmminnnnnnnnnnngggggggg!!! Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

"Oh, God, Mr. Sanders! I don't believe it!!!" Kathy exulted when they finally finished, "That was even better than when we did it in your office!!!" She slipped off the table, stretched and kissed Ben. "I gotta get cleaned up," she said after the kiss ended. "Can I use your bathroom?"

"Sure, it's down the hall, first door on the right," Ben told her. "I'll be in the bedroom when you're done."

"Neat!" Kathy replied, her eyes bright. She started down the hallway toward the bathroom.

Ben walked down the hallway into his bedroom, took off his clothes, and laid down on his bed.

In a few minutes, Kathy came in and plopped down next to him. Her hand slid from his chest, down over his belly, and wrapped around his half-hard cock. "Oooohh!!!" she purred, "This is neat! You're almost ready to go again!"

Ben shuddered. "Almost," he whispered. What the young woman was doing to his cock felt very good! Before Ben realized what she was going to do, Kathy had his cock in her mouth and overwhelming feelings of passion rolled over him as the young woman's mouth slid up and down over his twitching pole, which rapidly got every bit as hard as it had been earlier.

"God, I have to have this!" Kathy groaned. She moved atop him, holding his cock in her hand, then she lowered herself on it. This was the wildest day she'd ever had in her life! She had no idea grown-up men could fuck as often as Mr. Sanders did.

Ben knew the joy of being deep inside Kathy's tight, hot channel once again. His hips surged up off the bed and he grabbed the girl's hips and held her against him as his cock lunged into her.

"God, Mr. Sanders! Everything you do to me makes me feel so awesome!" Kathy groaned, her breasts bobbing, her body quaking. "God! Oh, God! Oh, Wow! Is this ever awesome!"

Ben kept ramming into her, knowing that soon, all his pent up energy would be released in an explosion of joy. He pulled Kathy's face down to his and locked his lips to hers.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmppppphhhhhhh!!! Mmmmmmmmppphhhh!!!!" the girl groaned. Her body went into a rictus of delight, her hips writhed wildly. "Mmmmmmmmmmm!!! Mmmmm!! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!!"

Ben released a surging flood into Kathy's quavering hole, filling her to overflowing. His fingers dug into her soft flesh as he came.

When they finished, Kathy lay atop Ben and kissed him softly. "I can't believe we did this, Mr. Sanders!" she whispered breathlessly, "You're awesome! Really awesome!" She kissed him again.

"It's nice of you to say so, Kathy," Ben told her. "I hope you aren't ready to stop yet." He rolled her off him, then slid atop her and captured one of her nipples between his lips.

Kathy squirmed and moaned as lustful feelings began unfolding in her once more. "We're going to do it again? Oh, God, Mr. Sanders!" she murmured.

Ben let her nipple slip from his lips and looked at her. "Would you like me to stop?" he asked. "I will if you want me to."

Kathy pressed his head back to her breast. "No! Never! Never!!!" Her body twisted ardently as passion inundated it. "Don't ever stop!!" He made her feel so good!


The User Ch. 01



Ben's hands roved Kathy's smooth skin, teasing her, inflaming her. She murmured constantly and groaned softly when he touched particularly sensitive parts of her anatomy.

After a few minutes of Mr. Sanders' caresses, Kathy was beside herself with need again. "I need you, Mr. Sanders!!! Please!!! Don't...Ohhhhh!!! Don't tease me!!! Please, Mr. Sanders!!!" she begged, her body arching and straining. "Take meeeee, Mr. Sanders!! Please!!! Take meeeeeee!!!!"

Ben rolled onto her and, as if drawn by a magnet, his rigid cock slipped into her warm, moist opening.

"Yesssss!!! Oh, God, yessssss!!!! That's itttttt!!!" Kathy wailed as the guidance counselor's cock filled her again. She locked her legs behind his and pressed herself against him. "Goddd!!!"

Ben began slamming into the teenager, experiencing wondrous sensations as his cock probed deeply. The milking action of the walls of her pussy on his shaft sent a shudder of joy through him.

"Kathy!! Ohhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhh!!!! Yessssssss!!!!" he cried. "Eeeeeeeahhhhhhh!!!!" he groaned, erupting into her.

Kathy felt his hot eruption and her back arched. "Give it to meeeeeeee!!! Yessssss!!! Oh, Godddddd!!! It's so hottt!! Ohhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhh!!!!!" she cried, her body straining, as another orgasm swept through her. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

"How...how come you...you know, did all this?" Kathy asked Ben as they lay in each other's arms, sated, after their love-making ended.

"Because I think you're lovely, and I knew you needed to have someone value you," Ben replied. "Are you sorry we did what we did?"

"God! No!" Kathy exclaimed, hugging him fiercely. "It was the neatest thing I ever had happen to me! God! I still feel kinda funny inside!"

"Kathy, you know what we've done today has to remain our secret," Ben told her. "I could get in serious trouble if anyone found out. Then we could never see each other again. You wouldn't want that, would you?"

"Hell, no!" Kathy replied. "I won't tell anyone, Mr. Sanders, I promise."

"I know you won't, my darling," Ben said. "But I had to be sure you understood."

"I don't really want to leave, but I have to get home," Kathy said. "If I'm later than she thinks I oughta be, my Mom has a shit fit and grounds me." She smiled at Ben. "And I sure don't want to get grounded now!"



The User Ch. 02



Ben Sanders sat in his office the next day, thinking about what a delightful sex partner Kathy Walton had turned out to be. As he thought about what he and the young woman had done, the fact that what he'd done with her was a violation of school rules did cross his mind. "Those rules were made for fools, by fools," he thought. "I gave Kathy what she needed. There's no harm in that."

There was a time he was a by-the-book, don't-break-the-rules kind of guy. Then something remarkable happened during the previous school year, something that changed his life, and outlook, forever.

Ginger Morris, another student at Jamestown High, was the person who caused the radical change in Ben Sanders' outlook and life. She was a pretty girl with long, straight blonde hair and a somewhat wild reputation. She stopped at the guidance office late one afternoon and told Ben she wanted to talk about going to college.

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"What is it you'd like to find out?" Ben asked. "Depending on what you need to know, it could take time."

"I've got plenty of time, Mr. Sanders," Ginger replied, grinning. "I have the next two periods free and both teachers gave me passes."

"OK," Ben said. "Let's see what I can do for you. Why don't we sit on the sofa? It will be more comfortable." He wanted kids to feel comfortable when they came to see him, so his office furnishings included a big leather sofa and some bean bag chairs in addition to the school-issued desk and chair, bookcases, and file cabinets.

"So, Ginger," Ben said, once he and the student were seated next to each other. "Why don't you tell me a little about what you're looking for in a college?"

"OK," Ginger said. She began explaining what her aspirations were. She got up and started walking back and forth as she talked.

Ben, taking notes on a yellow legal pad, watched the young woman pace back and forth and was pleased by what he saw. Ginger was short, and just a wee bit stocky. She was wearing a white cotton sweater and straight brown skit, which ended just above her knees. Her legs were strong-looking and well-formed. He forced himself to look down at the pad and chided himself about the thoughts he was having about a student.

"That's about it," Ginger said, her voice soft. She sat back down on the sofa next to Ben. Her knee brushed his, and remained in contact with it.

"I better be careful!" Ben thought, as he felt excitement flash through him. "I must be imagining things. Ginger can't possibly be coming on to me! And even if she is, I've got to control myself to make sure nothing happens!"

"You know, Mr. Sanders, you're kinda cute," Ginger said. She laid her hand lightly on Ben's leg. "For an older guy." She grinned. "You married?"

"Ah...I'm divorced," Ben replied. He was feeling things he shouldn't be feeling toward a student, things that would get him in big trouble if he acted on them. The proper thing to do would be to stand up, ask Ginger to leave, and assign one a female guidance counselor to work with her. But he didn't do that.

"You know, Mr. Sanders..." Ginger purred, "I made sure nobody's gonna disturb us for the next two periods." She grinned. "I locked the door when I was up."

Ben hadn't seen her do that. Alarms continued to ring in his mind. He shouldn't be letting her touch him. And he needed to stop thinking about acting on the feelings that were growing in him. The warnings his conscience kept screaming were ignored. Instead of heeding them, he leaned forward, pulled Ginger's face to his and his lips covered hers.

Ben, who hadn't been with a woman in the six months since his divorce became, was more than happy to accept the invitation he believed the young woman was extending. He was even surer of her intentions when her tongue forced its way into his mouth once the kiss began.

"You're an awesome kisser, Mr. Sanders!" Ginger exclaimed when the kiss ended. She leaned against him and teased his ear with her finger. "You sure do kiss good. I'm getting kinda turned on!"

Ben began massaging one of her breasts through her sweater. "I don't suppose you mind my doing this, do you Ginger?" he asked her.

Ginger grasped Ben's erection through his pants. "No way!" she said. "I want this!"

Ben was surprised by the young woman's aggressiveness, but that only aroused him more. He continued fondling her breast and heard her groan softly. He slid his hands under her sweater and was delighted to discover she wore no bra. He teased her nipples to full, straining life while Ginger continued to moaned with delight.

"I need you, Mr. Sanders!!!" the girl gasped. "Now!!! I gotta have it!!!" She pulled harder on Ben's cock.

Ben rolled her over so she was on her back and, as he did, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.

Ginger looked down between them, saw the erection pointing at her vagina, and a smile formed on her lips. "Oh, yeah!" she said, her eyes wide and full of fire.

Ben lowered himself onto her and felt his swollen rod invade her.

"Ohhhhh!!! Godddd!!! Yeahhhhhhh!!!!" the girl groaned.

On the sofa in his office, Ben and Ginger clutched each other, their bodies rocking, as they shared a rocket ride to nirvana.

Seconds after they began, Ginger began to groan "My God!!!! My God!!!! I'm there!!!! Oh, shitttt!!!!! Take meeeeee, Mr. Sanders, take meeeeeee!!!!!" she groaned.

"Yesssss!!!! Yesssss!!!!" Ben replied. Unable to wait any longer, he unloaded his spend into her.

After they were finished, they cuddled on the sofa for a while, kissing each other passionately. Ben, deciding that he couldn't get in any more trouble than he was already in, pulled off Ginger's sweater and began avidly suckling her fine, firm young breasts.

"Oh, God, Mr. Sanders!! You're getting me hot again!" she groaned, writhing. "I can't believe it!"

Ben continued to adore the teenager's lovely chest with his lips, far too involved with what he was doing to talk.

Suddenly Ginger rolled on her belly and pulled her knees up, thrusting her beautiful bottom up in the air. "Give me your cock again, Mr. Sanders!" she urged, pulling her skirt up to her waist, baring her soaking slit. "I gotta have your cock again!"

Ben knelt on the sofa behind her, centered his cock in her opening, grabbed her hips, and drove it home.

"Ohhhhh!!!!!" Ginger moaned. She straightened her arms, raising herself, pushing herself back at him.

Ben's hands slid up Ginger's sides, then down onto her chest. He cupped her breasts and she groaned with delight. Using the firm globes as handles he slammed into her.

"Ohhhhh, Godddd!!!" Ginger murmured. "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Oh, Lord!!!! Oh, Lord!!! Agggainnnn!!! I'm...I'm comminnngggg again!!!!!" she cried, her back arching, her hips slamming back against his. "Oh, Jesus, Mr. Sanders!!! Yesssssssss!!! Yessssssss!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhdddddddddd!!!!"

"Yessss!!! Yesssssss!!!!! Oh, yesssssssssssssssssss!!!!!" Ben cried as his fluids again spewed into the lovely young woman.

Ginger collapsed on her belly, pulling Ben down on top of her, his softening cock trapped between the firm cheeks of her lovely ass. He kissed the young woman's neck and held her against him, spoon-fashion.

"You're awesome, Mr. Sanders!" she giggled. "Boy, do you ever fuck good!"

"You do, too, Ginger!" Ben replied, kissing her ear.

The phone rang, startling both of them.

Ben picked it up. "Ben Sanders," he said.

Ginger, giggling softly, began teasing Ben's nipples with her long fingernails while he talked on the phone.

"Ah...no, Mrs. Decker, I don't think that's a bad choice," Ben said, in response to the woman's question about the college her son had chosen. "It...it was one of the colleges I...ah...suggested."

Ginger began sucking on Ben's nipples and he began to tremble.

"I'm...I'm sorry, Mrs. Decker. Ah...could...could I call you back...ah...later? I'm...I'm really quite...ah...busy at the moment," Ben stammered. He pushed weakly at Ginger, who had both of his nipples, and something else, standing at attention.

"I...I'll...ah...call you...this...this afternoon, Mrs. Decker," he said, squirming as Ginger's hand slid across his belly and wrapped around his erect cock.

 "That...will...be...fine," Ben said, giving Ginger a desperate look and shaking his head.

Ginger began sliding her hand up and down on Ben's cock and his hips began to rock.

"Nooooo..." he said. He wished the woman would shut up and let him get off the phone. "I...I didn't know thaaaat." 

While her hand continued to pump him, Ginger's lips returned to his chest and began teasing his nipples.

Ben, quivering with need, could barely talk. Mrs. Decker had launched into a long story about what she'd gone through when she was trying to decide which college to go to.

Ginger's mouth descended over Ben's cock and her tongue lashed the veined sides of the throbbing spear as she moved her head up and down.

Ben put his hand over the mouthpiece so his caller couldn't hear the groans of delight Ginger's actions were causing. Then he felt it. "Oh, no!!! I'm...I'm commminnnngggg!!!!" Ben thought as a soft moan escaped from his tightly-pressed lips. His body twisted and rocked while Ginger's lips and tongue brought him to a gushing orgasm.

"Yes...Mrs. Decker...I will...call...you...after...school," Ben gasped. He dropped the phone in the cradle and swatted weakly at the grinning girl, who grinned up at him from between his still-trembling legs.

The young woman laughed, slid up on the sofa next to Ben, and pressed her nude body against his. "Can you imagine what Mrs. Decker would have looked like if she knew what I was doing to you?" she giggled.

"She'd be on the phone to the chairman of the school board, the superintendent, and the principal right now," Ben replied, and they both dissolved into a fit of giggles. "God, Ginger, was that ever wonderful!" he told the young woman once he was able to talk again.

"I'm glad you liked it," Ginger said finally, her eyes glistening with tears of laughter. "Was it ever awesome to feel you shooting into my mouth while you were on the phone with Marty's mom!"

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Ben said. 

"I'm all yukky," Ginger said, making a face. "I gotta get cleaned up and I gotta pee." She got up and started toward the door to the small bathroom which was attached to Ben's office.

Ben watched her go, enjoying the view of her naked form walking away from him. Just as she was about to go through the bathroom door, he called to her. "Ginger, can you come back over here for a minute?"

"Sure," the girl replied. She walked back to the sofa, and sat down. Ben kissed her.

Ginger was puzzled. "What was that all about?" she asked. "What did you want?"

"I wanted to see if you looked as good walking toward me as you do walking away," he told her, grinning.

"You're a nut!" she giggled, got off the sofa, and went to the bathroom. A few minutes later, she rejoined Ben on the sofa.

Ben pulled the young woman into his arms and covered her lips with his. Her arms went around him and his hands moved onto her bottom, pulling her against him. She leaned back in his arms and looked up at him, her eyes reflecting surprise. "Do you really want to make it again?" she asked softly.

Ben nodded. "I do if you to," he told her.

 "Oh, Wow! Yeah!!!" Ginger exclaimed, her eyes bright. "Do I ever!"

The lovely teenager rolled on top of Ben, her lips covering his, licking them.

When the kiss ended, Ben's lips traveled down her throat, over her chest, then up the slope of a breast to a turgid nipple. He adored that nipple with his lips for a while, then began moving his lips toward its mate, which stood, awaiting his attentions. He heard Ginger moan softly as he licked through the valley between her breasts and up to the other nipple.

"God, Mr. Sanders, do you ever know how to make me feel good!" the girl groaned, squirming in his arms.

Ben's lips and hands roamed all over her body while the ardent blonde teenager groaned with delight. He caressed the silky softness of her belly with his fingers, then licked her navel. Ginger's passionate utterances grew louder when his mouth moved through the luxuriant thicket of pale curls at her middle.

"Ohhhhh!!!!" she murmured when his finger began investigating her seething vagina. "God!!! That feels so wild!!!" Her hips rose and fell as Ben thrust his finger in and out, in and out. "Uhhhhh!!!!" she cried, body arched, when he sucked her erect clit between his lips.

Ben's finger kept tempo with his sucking and the emotions Ginger was experiencing turned to ecstasy. Her body writhed and bucked and she began to quiver.

Ginger reached for Ben's erection, managing to twist her body so she could take him in her mouth without losing the delectable contact of his mouth on her pussy. Her mouth moved up and down the rigid pole.

"Mmmmmmmmm!!!!!" Ben moaned into Ginger's quivering opening. This was something he hadn't expected. His body was wracked by powerful sensations as they worked on each other in the traditional "69" position.

Ben's penis began the throbbing that signaled his impending orgasm and Ginger increased the urgency of her attentions. Then, suddenly, he exploded. She paused momentarily, then began to swallow.

Ben pulled out of her mouth, quickly moved between Ginger's legs, and crammed his still-hard penis into her still-convulsing vagina.

"Ohhhhhh!!!!!" Ginger groaned, startled by this turn of events. "Yesssss!!!!! Oh, yesssss!!!!" she cried, her body quaking.

Ben hoped to wring one last orgasm from Ginger. He pushed himself up on his arms and thrilled at the view of her breasts bouncing and bobbing as his body slammed against hers. Her face was slack and flushed with lust, her eyes were glazed with passion. Her blonde hair had fanned out into a wild, tangled golden halo which framed her flushed, passion-filled face.

Ginger's groans grew more impassioned, then... "Ahhhhhhhhh!!!! Oh, God!!! Ohhhhhhhh!!! Goddddddddd!!! I'm...I'm...I'm...Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!! I'm commmmminnnnngggg!!!! Commmmminnnnnggggg!!!!!" Her body went into violent spasms as her orgasm exploded.

Finished, Ben pulled his cock from Ginger's still-fluttering vagina.

Ginger gazed fondly at him, a soft smile on her lips. "That was awesome, Mr. Sanders, just like before!" she purred, hugging him. "I gotta get dressed. The bell's gonna ring soon."

They donned their clothes and, when the bells rang, Ginger got up. She smiled at Ben. "I may not have picked a college, but I sure as hell had fun," she said. "I never spent a neater two periods!"

"It was wonderful, wasn't it?" Ben replied.

Ginger gave him a soft, gentle kiss, then she was gone. Ben sat on his sofa, and for the first time since she arrived in his office, the potential consequences of what he'd just done became very real to him. The thing was, he couldn't get the pretty girl out of his mind and he knew if he ever had the chance, he'd repeat everything he'd done with her this afternoon, and do even more. "I'm cracking up," he thought, shaking his head.

**********

That was a year ago. Ben managed to get together with Ginger at least once a week in school for the remainder of the school year. And she'd spent several weekends at his apartment, too. Their relationship was pure sex, nothing more, and the longer it went on, the more Ben told himself it really wasn't wrong. He had pretty much convinced himself that, as long as nobody was getting hurt, there was no harm being done.

With that belief firmly entrenched in his mind, he'd been able to seduce Kathy Walton without experiencing any guilt. He looked at his appointment book. "I'm supposed to see Sarah Davis after school tonight," he thought, a smile forming on his lips. "I wonder..."



The User Ch. 03



When William Atherton got home from the investment firm where he worked, he found his wife, Arlene waiting for him. He wasn't sure why she was dressed in a sloppy red man-tailored shirt and jeans, though. He gazed adoringly at his wife who, he believed, got lovelier every day. Her blonde hair had been combed, but not styled, and in the outfit she was wearing, he thought she looked young enough to still be in high school. 

"Arlene have you been helping Eileen with the housework again?" he asked, grinning, after he gave his bride of a year a hug and kiss.

William's parents were very wealthy and, a month earlier, had departed for a six-month trip around the world. The trip was a present William's father had given his wife for their fortieth wedding anniversary.

While the elder Athertons were away, William and Arlene were staying in the family mansion. Arlene, who grew up in much more modest surroundings, felt terribly out of place in the huge old house. She had a hard time accepting the fact that they had servants, and William teased her because she often spent her days helping the servants do their chores.

"As a matter of fact, I wasn't today," his wife said, giving him a smug look. "I've been making plans for us to go out to dinner tonight."

"Good," William said. "Where are we going?"

"That's a surprise," Arlene said, her eyes bright. "You need to change so we can go out, darling. I have your clothes upstairs, on our bed."

"Are you going to change, too?" William asked.

His wife gave him a mysterious smile. "I'll be ready when you get back down," she told him.

"All right, I'll be right back," William said. He started up the stairs.

Eileen, the maid, appeared after William had gone upstairs. "What did he say about what you planned, ma'am?" she asked Arlene.

"He doesn't know yet," Arlene told her, giggling. "But I think we're about to find out. He should be walking into the bedroom just about now."

"Honey," William called from the top of the stairs. "Are you sure my clothes are up here? All that's on the bed is a sweatshirt and pair of jeans."

Eileen looked at Arlene and put her hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle.

"That's what you're wearing tonight," Arlene called up to her husband. "And there's a new pair of sneakers next to the bed, too. You better put them on, too."

"You must be jesting!" William called back. "I've never owned a pair of jeans, much less a pair of sneakers."

"It's about time you have some, then," Arlene called back. "Most men do. Come on, honey, hurry up and get dressed. I'm hungry."

"Ma'am," Eileen said, "do you have any idea how good you've been for this family? I've been here since Mr. William was a baby. And I can tell you, he's never been happier than he's been since he married you." The maid grinned. "You've even managed to loosen up Mr. William's father, too. Lord knows I never thought I'd live to see that."

"Thank you, Eileen. Having you say that means a lot to me," Arlene said. She gave the maid a hug. "A lot."

"Where are we going that I need to wear an outfit like this?" William asked, as he walked back down the stairs. "There isn't a restaurant in town that will let me in dressed like this."

"That just goes to show what a deprived life you've led," Arlene told her husband. "Ezio's Pizza Palace will let you in dressed like that. Although they might fuss a bit because your jeans aren't ripped or faded."

Her husband frowned. "Ezio's Pizza Palace?" he asked, looking puzzled. "What kind of restaurant is that?"

"The best," his wife told him. She grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the door. "Come on, I've been dying for a good pepperoni pizza for weeks and I'm starving."

William wasn't sure about the evening his wife had arranged. He'd never had a pepperoni pizza, or any kind of pizza, for that matter. And he'd never been in a restaurant quite like Ezio's Pizza Palace. It was filled with people dressed like he and Arlene were, and it was noisy. A juke box blared country music, and people were laughing and fooling around.  Although it wasn't the kind of restaurant he was used to, William found he did kind of like it. He also liked the pizza. "Arlene, this pizza is delicious!" he exclaimed, picking up his third piece.

"You act like you've never had pizza before," Arlene said.

"I...I...ah...I never have," her husband replied, blushing furiously.

Arlene was stunned. "You're kidding, right?" she said. "I mean, everybody has had pizza."

"Everybody but me, I guess," William replied.

"You poor boy," his wife said, giggling. "You really have lived a deprived life, haven't you?"

William would have responded, but his mouth was full of pizza and his parents taught him never to talk with his mouth full. "By the way," he said when he chewed and swallowed the delectable mass in his mouth. "I had something I wanted to tell you."

"What's that?" Arlene asked.

"I got a call from the principal at Jamestown High School today," he replied.

"What about?" Arlene asked.

"They want to set up a work-study program, where students go to school part time and work at jobs the rest of the time," William said. "He asked if I'd be on the advisory committee."

"That's nice," Arlene said. "I guess other people realize what a special guy you are, too, huh?"

William felt his face getting hot and knew he was blushing again. He sipped some of his diet soda. "Is this all you had planned for our night out, or are there other experiences you plan to subject me to?" he asked his wife.

"You'll see," Arlene replied, grinning.

As they drove away from the pizza restaurant, William was still trying to figure out why his wife had chosen her Volvo station wagon instead of his BMW sedan, or why she insisted on driving. He smiled at his attractive, blonde wife. "Where are we going now?" he asked when Arlene turned left instead of right at the next corner. They were heading away from their house, not toward it. "I take it we aren't going home."

"Not yet," Arlene said. She patted his leg. "I think you've been working too hard and need to get out and cut loose a little bit." She leaned toward him and smiled. "You have been, haven't you? Working hard, I mean," she murmured.

Her special emphasis on the word "hard" wasn't lost on her husband, who felt a small twitch in his groin.

Arlene kept driving. It looked as if they were headed out of town. William had no idea where they were going.

William tried not to ask, but couldn't keep still. "Arlene, where are we going?" he asked.

"Are you worried I'm going to take you out in the woods somewhere and ravage you?" his wife asked. She laid her hand on his leg and stroked it, causing a bit more turmoil inside her husband's body.

William's pulse began to race when his wife squeezed his leg, then slid her hand upward. He gasped when her fingers began tracing the outline of his stiffening penis through his pants.

"My goodness! I should feed you pizza more often!" Arlene said, sounding a little hoarse. "Of course, it could be that you're allergic to tomato sauce. You seem to be swelling here. A lot!"

"Ah..." William gasped, unable to speak. His wife's fingers continued to send delight rushing through him.

Arlene's hand moved to the waist of her husband's jeans and opened them. Then she reached inside and fished his rigid penis out. "See what I mean?" she said. "You've got some wicked swelling here, don't you?"

"Ahhhhh!!!!" William squirmed and groaned. He couldn't see straight, couldn't think straight! He couldn't believe she was doing this to him while she was driving! What if they got in a crash? Or what if a police officer stopped them?

Arlene continued to stroke her husband's swelling organ as she drove. He slumped down in the seat next to her, groaning, barely aware of where they were and no longer caring. He felt the car turning, but he had his eyes closed, so he had no idea where they were.

The car stopped. There was a whirring sound and the electric seat glided back, then Arlene turned to William and her lips covered his while her hand continued pumping his prong. Her tongue lashed into his mouth and his met it.

The next thing William knew, his wife was pulling his sweatshirt up, then her lips were teasing his nipples. He thought he was turned on before, but that was nothing compared to what he was experiencing right then!

William couldn't remain a passive participant any longer. So, while Arlene's lips were working on his nipples, he managed to get her jeans open and slide his hand inside them. He discovered she had nothing on under the jeans! His fingers slid over her vagina and he heard her gasp.

The two people continued doing the things to each other that were making them crazy, and the interior of the car began to heat up. The windows began fogging while the two people on the car's front seat continued to grope each other's bodies.

"This isn't going to work!" Arlene complained. "There's not enough room in here." Her hand was stroking her husband's erect penis while his finger was plunging in and out of her pussy and his thumb was rubbing her clit. "Come on, William, let's go outside. There's a blanket in the back seat."

William slid his finger out of his wife's clutching pussy, leaned over the back of the seat, and found the blanket. "Got it," he said.

Arlene took the blanket from him, opened the door and slid out of the car. William got out of the car, too, and joined his wife on the blanket. She fell upon him once more, her hands roaming over his body, stripping off what remained of his clothes.

William let his hands move over his wife's body, just as hers were moving over his. Then Arlene pushed him onto his back and rolled on top of him.

"Ahhhhh!!!" William groaned as his wife sank onto his swollen rod. He looked up at her. Her eyes were closed and her hair tossed wildly as she bounded up and down on his deeply impaled erection. As her hips pounded down against him, he let his hands move over his wife's body, stroking her flat belly, teasing her rigid nipples. 

"Ohhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhh!!!" Arlene cried, her body shaking, her pussy quivering around William's invading organ. "Yesssssssssss!!!! Yesssssssss!!! Oh, God, William!!!! Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!! This feels so goooooooooddddddd!!! Ohhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhh!!! I can't wait!!!! I can't wait!!! I gotta come!! I gotta!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Gaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!"

William felt his wife's body jerking frantically and had a hard time believing they were making love on a blanket next to their car, alongside the road somewhere! It was too much of a turn-on. He couldn't wait. Like an over wound spring, his body released and uncoiled. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Arlene!!! Oh, Goddddddd!!!" he groaned, his hips thrusting upward, his pulsing penis spraying a molten shower into his wife.

Arlene kept going for what seemed like an eternity, so long William began to wonder if she would ever stop coming. Finally she kind of folded up and fell off him, onto the blanket, and lay still. He looked over at her, and saw that she was lying where she fell, apparently asleep or passed out. After a while, her eyes opened and she smiled.

"God, William, that was incredible!" Arlene gasped, barely able to breathe. "William, my dear, you really are some kind of stud!"

William wasn't finished. Not by a long shot. This whole scenario, making it outdoors, doing things he'd never dreamed of doing, had revitalized him already. "Get on your knees!" he told his wife.

"What?" Arlene asked. She moved her leg and felt his erection. "My God! You're hard again!" She got to her knees on the blanket, presenting her exquisite ass to him.

William looked at his wife whose body, because of the sheen of perspiration that had formed on it as a result of their strenuous sexual activities, gleamed in the bright moonlight. Then he got to his knees behind her, gripped himself in his hand, centered the tip of his erect penis on her sopping opening, then slammed it into his wife's lovely body.

"Oh, yeah!! Oh, yeah!!!" Arlene groaned when her husband began pounding into her. "God! I love this! Oh, yeah!!!"

Now that he'd come once, William had staying power. He gripped his wife's hips and moved in and out of her slowly, steadily, enjoying the sweet sensations which grew in him as his erection slid smoothly in and out of her hot center. At the same time, he slid his hands down to his wife's breasts and began teasing her rigid nipples.

Arlene went wild, her back arching, her body shaking. "Oh, Darling, I'm gonna come!!! Nowwwwwwwwww!!! Ahhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" she shrieked, her body writhing. "I can't wait!!!!! I...I can't stopppppp!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

The frenzied movements of his wife's body pushed William over the edge. His fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips, he gushed into her with a loud groan.

"Was that as intense for you as it was for me?" Arlene asked her husband afterward as they snuggled in each other's arms on the blanket.

"I've never experienced anything like it," William replied. "You are a miracle. You come up with such wild things to do. And you make me feel so wonderful!" 

"I'm glad you liked what we did tonight," his wife told him. She kissed him on the cheek and snuggled closer to him.

When at last, they felt they had strength enough to stand up, William and Arlene got up, put their clothes back on, got in the car, and headed for home.

"We're going to have to do this again, real soon," Arlene said, her hand stroking William's leg. "Don't you agree, honey?"

"I sure do!" William replied.



The User Ch. 04



Ben Sanders got home from school, made himself dinner, then he sat down to watch the news on TV. His doorbell rang shortly after the news program ended. He got up, opened the door, and found Sarah Davis, a slim, attractive young woman with shoulder-length, frizzy blonde hair, standing at his door. She was one of several female Jamestown High School students he had been devoting special attention to.

"Hi, Mr. Sanders, can I come in?" Sarah asked softly.

"Ah, sure, Sarah," Ben said. He stepped back and the young woman walked by him, into his apartment.

Sarah was wearing a pale yellow halter-top and bleached jeans. The top ended just below her breasts, exposing a wide strip of delectable skin. The jeans looked as if they'd been painted on her fine young body.

Ben had been setting the stage for this meeting ever since he began the counseling sessions he'd been having with Sarah. He'd carefully been working on getting her interested in stopping by his apartment to talk, knowing that if she did, he'd have her exactly where he wanted her.

"Um, how come you asked me to come over here instead...instead of, you know, seeing me in school?" Sarah murmured. She looked at her feet.

"Don't you remember what I told you the last session we had?" Ben asked.

Sarah nodded. "You...you said it might be easier for us to talk about some of the stuff I need to talk about if...if we weren't in school," she whispered. "Do...do you really think that's true?"

Ben smiled. "Sarah, you seem very nervous. Are you afraid of being here alone with me?" he asked.

"Ah, I...I guess not," Sarah whispered, staring at the floor. "You sure I'm, ah, not...you know...bothering you?"

"No, you're not bothering me at all, Sarah," Ben responded. "I think we can make a lot of progress on the things that are bothering you tonight."

Sarah looked up at him, surprise showing on her face. "You really mean that?" she asked.

Ben nodded and smiled. "Of course," he said.

Sarah looked at her feet again, then she looked up at him. "Mr. Sanders, do...do you think I'm pretty?" she asked, her voice soft.

"Sarah, I think you're beautiful," Ben replied. He was a bit surprised that she was being so direct. "I'm surprised you even need to ask."

"You're not just saying that because you think it's what I want to hear, are you?" she asked. "I mean, lots of guys at school don't seem to think so."

"Sarah, I'm saying it because I believe it," Ben said. "I do think you're lovely. It's just that your question caught me off guard." He was pleased. He wasn't sure how he was going to guide tonight's conversation to this sort of topic, now Sarah had done it for him.

"If I'm pretty, how come the only guys who want to take me out are jocks?" she asked. "And even then none of them goes out with me more than once? I...I don't understand..." Tears began rolling down her cheeks.

Ben knew a bit about Sarah. Her choice in boys was terrible. One of the athletes she went to bed with spread the word that she was an easy lay. The result was that all his buddies took her out, expecting to sleep with her, too. Unfortunately, Sarah had slept with quite a few of them. Once word of what she'd been doing got around, she was pretty much ostracized by the kids she had once been friends with.

"Come here, Sarah," Ben said, holding out his arms. "It looks to me like you need a hug." The young woman moved into his embrace and pressed her face against his chest. He could feel her warmth through his clothes.

After she'd been in his arms for a while, Sarah tilted her head back and looked up at the guidance counselor. When she did, he kissed her. The kiss was tentative at first, but grew more urgent as fires of passion flared in both of them. Ben licked Sarah's lips and her tongue emerged and duelled with his. The girl's arms tightened around him.

"God!" Sarah whispered after the kiss ended. She kept staring at Ben, dreamy-eyed. "I never felt like this before, just from kissing somebody!"

"Sarah, do...do you want to leave?" Ben gasped, struggling to get his breath. "I'm afraid that...if...if you stay...I...I'll kiss you again and if...if I do, I'm not sure what will happen."

"I...I don't want to leave," Sarah whispered, gazing at him.

"When do you have to be home?" Ben asked.

Sarah shrugged. "I...I told my folks I was going over to Marcie's to study and probably wouldn't be home until late," she replied.

"Come with me, Sarah," Ben said. He put his arm around her and led her into his bedroom, once more surprised how few recriminations he felt about what he was going to do.

In the bedroom, Sarah stood in front of Ben, looking bewildered. He didn't give her time to think. He ran his hands lightly up her bare belly, under the cutoff top. She murmured softly and sucked in her belly a little. Then he cupped his hands around her breasts, squeezed them gently through her bra, and rubbed his thumbs over the tips. The lovely young woman continued to murmur softly.

"Are you scared about what I'm doing, Sarah?" he asked.

The young woman, who looked very vulnerable and shy, licked her lips and nodded. "A little, I guess," the girl replied softly. "I...I never...ah...you know, did this with a...a grown-up before."

"Don't be scared, Sarah," Ben reassured her, "Believe me, there's nothing to be afraid of." He continued caressing her smooth, warm skin.

Sarah closed her eyes, sighed softly, and shuddered.

"Does that feel good?" Ben asked.

"Oh, yeahhhh!" the quivering teenager whispered.

Ben felt his desire growing rapidly as he caressed the trembling teenager. He slid his hand to the waist of her jeans and began fumbling with the clasp. Sarah sucked in her stomach to assist him in opening her jeans. The clasp opened, then the zipper buzzed down, exposing the front of her lacy panties. Although the jeans fit like a second skin, he managed to slide them down over her lean hips with surprising ease.

Once Sarah's jeans were off, Ben examined the young woman, who now wore only a skimpy bra and bikinis. Her body was slender, yet well-formed, her legs lithe. She was a cheerleader and was also on the gymnastic team and her body was taut. He began stroking her legs and buttocks as lightly as he could. He felt her tremble while whimpers of delight came from her lips.

Ben's tongue teased her navel and her moans increased in intensity, as did the tremors shaking her luscious young body. He caressed her breasts through her silky bra and her nipples grew even harder. He undid the clasp between her breasts, peeled the gauzy garment from her and again gazed at her, licking his lips. Her breasts, moderately sized, but firm and standing proud, were beautiful! Large dark circles capped them, and her mouth-watering nipples jutted her areolas.

Ben wrapped his hands around the delectable mounds of flesh and began rubbing his thumbs over the rigid tips. Sarah moaned and leaned forward, pressing tighter against his hands, her lovely body almost vibrating. Her hands covered his.

"Ohhhhh!!!" she murmured, "God, Mr. Sanders...I...I think I'm gonna fall. My legs are shaking so hard! I...I never felt like this before!"

Ben took his hands from her breasts, guided her to the bed and had her lay down. Then he took his clothes off and laid down next to the wide-eyed girl, who gazed at him, her chest heaving. He again drew one firm nipple between his lips and began lapping it with his tongue. He took her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger and began pulling on it and twisting it.

Sarah went wild. Her back arched and her hips rose off the bed. Loud gasps of pleasure issued from her. "Mr. Sanders!!! I can't stand it!!!" she moaned, "It feels too good! Oh, God!!! Oh, Godd!!! I love that!!"

Ben adored her breasts for a while then, continuing to work on her chest with his mouth, he let his hands roam over Sarah's fine body, feeling her flesh ripple as they slid over her. Heat rose from her in waves. He slid her panties down over her hips and lovely legs. The panties clung to her excitement-damp middle as he tugged them from between her legs. He inhaled the sweet scent of her excitement and knew he had to taste her.

When he started kissing Sarah's flat belly, even more fervent sounds gushed from the slim, lovely lass. "Goddd!! Oh, Goddd!!!" she mewled, her hands flailing at the bed, "That feels so fantastic! Oh, Goddd!!! Oh, Godddd!!!!"

At last Ben's lips brushed the soft, wrinkled hair that covered her sex. Sarah parted her legs and he continued kissing downward. His lips moved closer and closer to the teenager's center as the lovely girl's cries of joy grew louder.

 When his lips and tongue found her clit, Sarah's hips rose, pressing her juicy opening against his mouth, and she cried out passionately. Ben discovered that she tasted incredibly good. His tongue lashed her labia, then parted them, and delved into her. The girl's body twisted and her hands beat the bed. She began to shake. Then her orgasm began and a frantic moan came from her. "Eeeeeeeayyyyyyyy!!!! Eeeeeeeeaiiiiiiiiii!!!!" she wailed. With her hips rocking wildly, she smeared her savory juices all over Ben's face. Her smooth, muscular legs clamped around his head, trapping him against her. He continued licking and sucking her until she lay relaxed on the bed.

Lying next to Sarah, Ben gazed at the lovely blonde, who gazed back at him, her eyes filled with adoration.

"I...I want you, Mr. Sanders!" she urged, her hips rocking. "I want you to fuck me! Please, Mr. Sanders! Fuck me!! Fuck meeeee!!"

Ben moved on top of the girl.

"Yesssss!!!" Sarah whispered fervently, her arms wrapping around him. "Fuck me! Please! Fuck me!"

Ben's cock touched her hot, wet labia, staggering him with a bolt of pleasure so intense he almost came on her belly. Using every bit of self-control he had, he managed to hold back. He grasped his erection and slid the tip up and down between Sarah's slick labia. Then, centering the tip on her opening, he began forcing it into her.

Sarah was incredibly tight and the feelings Ben experienced as he penetrated her lean, lovely body were unbelievably intense. The girl's slim hips rose and her hands pulled at him as he relentlessly forced his way into her.

With his rock-hard erection finally implanted in Sarah's rippling furrow, Ben held himself above her on out-stretched arms, his hips pinning her to the bed.

"God, Mr. Sanders! You feel so big!" Sarah exclaimed. "I never felt this full before!"

The sensations sweeping over Ben were far too intense to allow him to remain still for long! He pulled back and felt the sweet clutch of Sarah's vagina on his cock as he dragged it out of her until only the tip remained ensconced in her quivering opening. Then, slowly, he pushed it back in until their pubic hair once again met and entwined. 

Sarah shuddered, grasped his arms and her hips surged off the mattress. She ground her pussy against him, caressing his erect shaft with the torrid grasp of her cunt.

Powerful tension was building inside Ben. "Sarah, I can't wait!" he groaned, "I have to come!!"

"Yessssss!!!! Do it!!! Please!!! Do it!!! Come!!!!" Sarah mewled, locking her legs behind him, urging him deeper.

When overpowering sensations began to inundate him , Ben erupted. "Sarah!!! Oh, God!!! Sarah!!!" he groaned as he unleashed a flood of hot, sticky cream into her.

"Yeahhhhhhh!!!! Yeahhhhhhhhh!!!!" the teenager cried, her fingers digging into his arms. "I can feel you coming!!! Oh, Godddd!!! I'm comminggg, too!!! Yeahhhhhhhhhh!!!! Eeeeeeeeaiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!"

Ben heard the girl's squeals of pleasure and felt the violent motions of her body. When his orgasm began to ebb, he still could feel her vagina pulsing on his cock.

Exhausted, they lay in each other's arms as their bodies calmed. Ben's erection slowly softened and slid from the young woman, who shuddered when it did.

"Ohhhhh!!!" Sarah purred as his cock exited her body, "I lost you. You got soft."

"Sarah, you are superb!" Ben told the lovely young woman he held in his arms.

Sarah gazed at him, her striking green eyes wide, filled with joy. "That was awesome, Mr. Sanders!" she exclaimed, "I never knew making love could be that wild! The other guys I been with, they never made me feel like you did!" She pushed herself up on her elbow, leaned over Ben and began sucking on his nipples. Ecstasy shot into the guidance counselor when the girl's slim hands began to roam over his body, sending more thrills racing through him. He shuddered. What she was doing to him felt wonderful! "Sarah, I...I'm not sure I can, ah, perform again," he cautioned.

If Sarah heard him, it didn't matter to her. She didn't stop. Her lips traced a feverish trail across his chest, moving from one nipple to the other. Her hand slid into his sticky pubic hair and once more thrills again began congregating in his groin. She began to stroke Ben's penis which, to his great surprise, swelled to full extension once more.

Sarah got to her knees and, holding his throbbing shaft in her hand, bent and licked it tentatively. Then she looked up at Ben and smiled. "It doesn't taste yukky," she said, "I thought it was gonna. It tastes kinda good, I like it." She bent her head and once more her lips encircled the head of his swollen cock. He groaned as she took more and more of him into her mouth.

 While Sarah was sucking him, her soft blonde hair tumbled onto his belly, tickling him, adding yet more stimulation.

Ben twisted and turned on the bed and his moans and whimpers echoed through his apartment. Wanting to do something, he began stroking Sarah's wondrously-formed buttocks. His fingers probed the cleft between the firm cheeks, toying with both of her openings.

When Ben probed her anus with his finger, Sarah squealed around his cock, then she began to press back against him,welcoming his finger into her! Although he was already experiencing a near-overload of fantastic feelings, he got still more. He kept pushing his finger move slowly into the teenager's snug anus as she humped back against it. Her moans grew more feral she fucked her ass onto his finger. Her moans caused sumptuous vibrations around his cock.

Ben knew he couldn't stand much more. If this kept up much longer, he'd explode in her mouth.

"Get on me, Sarah!" he begged. "Now! Before I come in your mouth!"

Sarah gave his cock one last kiss, then she straddled him. Her wet slit trapped his engorged cock against his belly. Ben found that caress every bit as exciting as the ones her lips had been giving it. She kept rocking her hips, murmuring softly, sliding her damp vagina against him.

At last she raised herself, grasped him and placed the head of his cock at her opening. With a loud sigh she lowered her hips until he was buried deep inside her, then she began rocking her hips.

Ben's finger remained buried in Sarah's ass while she rode him. Her breasts were bobbing above his face, so he reached up with his free hand and cupped one, his thumb rubbing the nipple.

Squeals of joy erupted from the girl. "Eeeeeeeeee!!! Eeeeeeeeee!!! So goooooddddd!!! Feels so goooddddddd!!!!" she wailed. Her fingers dug into Ben's shoulders and her hips pounded against him. She shook as if she'd been given a series of electric shocks. "Aggggggainnnnnnnnn!!! Oh, shit!!! I'm cummmminnnggggg aggggainnnnnnnnnn!!! Eeeeeeeaaiiiiiiiiiiii!!!" she cried.

Sarah's wild movements drew Ben along with her into paroxysms of ecstasy. His juices spewed into her as they shared an eternity of joy before, finally, she collapsed atop him.

Ben pulled his finger from Sarah's ass, wrapped his arms around her and lay there, holding her.

Sarah finally stirred, raised her head, and smiled at him. "God, Mr. Sanders!" she gushed, wide-eyed. "That was unreal! I've never felt anything that good in my life!" She bent and covered his mouth with hers.

When the kiss ended, Ben rolled Sarah onto her back once more. Immediately, his lips moved to the tip of a pert breast and began suckling it. He had no idea whether or not he'd be able to make it once more, but he was going to try his best!

Sarah's hands tangled in his hair, pressing his mouth against her as they once again explored each other's bodies avidly, their passion rising out of control.

Then Ben was again lying on top of the girl, driving into her alluring body with powerful thrusts, which she answered with wild thrusts of her own.

She put her hand on his chest to get his attention and looked up into Ben's eyes as he gazed down at her. "I want it from the back," she said. "I wanna do it doggy-style this time!"

Ben pulled his erection out of her. She rolled over and pulled her knees up, pushing her delightful ass up to give him access to it.

Ben got to his knees behind Sarah, grasped her hips, and put his cock back where they both wanted it to be. His thighs smacked against hers as he lunged into her. It didn't take long before they were once more sharing an orgasm, exploding together in an exchange of ultimate bliss.

When they were finished, Sarah explained that their love-making would have to end for that day. "I have to get home," she said.

"I know you do, Sarah," Ben told her. "You know, what we shared tonight has been really special for me, and I want to keep sharing it with you. But for that to happen, it has to be our secret. If anyone found out, I could be fired. I might even be put in jail."

Sarah smiled at Ben and hugged him. "I won't tell anyone," she whispered. "I'd sure hate for you to get fired or locked up."

"Me, too," Ben agreed.

Ben watched Sarah dress, enjoying seeing her delightful body disappear beneath her clothes. When she finished, she knelt on the bed and they shared one last passionate kiss.

"We gotta do this again soon!" she said.

"We will," Ben said, kissing her again. "I promise you that."

 "I hoped you'd say that," she replied. "You know, when you had your finger up my ass, it felt really wild. You think you could fuck me in the ass some time?" Her eyes gleamed brightly as she asked him that.

"Anything you want," Ben said. "Anything."

Sarah got off the bed. Ben got up, put on a robe, and walked her to the door. She kissed him, then was gone.

Totally exhausted, Ben went back to bed and laid down. Tonight had been a delightful surprise. He had no idea Sarah would be as wild as she'd turned out to be! If he'd known how passionate she was, he'd have lured her here a lot sooner!



The User Ch. 05



Heidi Jackman stopped at the bathroom door, turned, smiled, and stretched. Her husband, Tim, stared at her. His wife gave the act of stretching a whole new, and very thrilling, dimension. If he hadn't made a reservation at an expensive restaurant as part of their first wedding anniversary celebration, they might never have left the house but, since that was the case, all he could do right then was enjoy watching her.

They did shower together, teasing and touching each other, sharing a sensual experience that was loving, but free of the sexual intensity that was often a part of their showering together.

While Heidi finished fixing her hair and applying her makeup in the bathroom, Tim went into the bedroom and got dressed. He was looking forward to watching his wife get dressed. In the year they'd been married, he had learned there was pleasure to be had from just about everything his wife did. Watching her dress was one of his favorite things.

Clean, nude, and looking lovely, Heidi emerged from the bathroom and walked to the dresser. She opened the second drawer, got out a pair of lacy bikinis, then she stepped into them. She moved with incredible grace and poise and the sight of her lovely, scantily clad body made Tim's pulse quicken. He remained sitting on the bed, enjoying the view.

Heidi went to the closet, got out the dress he'd bought her for their anniversary, and slipped it on. The peach color went perfectly with her coloration. She let the top few buttons open, exposing a delectable expanse of her chest. She knew her husband liked it when she displayed a bit of cleavage.

Tim thought his wife looked even better in the dress than he thought she would, and said so. "You look ravishing, honey," he told her. "I better take my gun. I'm not sure it's safe to take you out in public looking that good. Some sex-starved guy is liable to kidnap you and haul you off to be his sex slave."

Heidi blushed at her husband's compliment and shook her head. "Nobody will ever take me away from you," she said. She looked at him and grinned. "And besides, you've already made me your sex slave, haven't you?"

"Yeah, I guess I have," Tim admitted, grinning back at her.

Dinner was a wonderful experience. The food was superb and the restaurant, located in the Jamestown Hotel was elegant and stylish. Tim was glad he'd picked that spot for their celebration.

"That was wonderful, darling," Heidi told her husband as they were leaving the restaurant.

"Glad you liked it," Tim said, "Would you like to go somewhere for a drink, and maybe some dancing?"

Heidi linked her arm through her husband's as they walked through the hotel lobby. She snuggled against him, kissed him on the cheek, and said, "Would you mind terribly if we just went home?" She had an anniversary surprise planned for Tim, one she hoped would be even nicer than the one he'd arranged for her.

"That's OK by me," Tim replied.

When they arrived at their home, Tim unlocked the door and held it open so Heidi could enter. The minute the door closed, she came into his arms and they shared a kiss filled with promise and anticipation.

After the kiss ended, Heidi stroked Tim's face with her soft hand. "Go upstairs and get in bed," Heidi said. "I...I have a surprise for you."

Tim couldn't imagine what kind of surprise his wife had for him and could hardly wait to find out. He went into their bedroom, took off his clothes, slid under the covers,and propped himself with pillows so he could see whatever it was Heidi planned to do.

Heidi followed him into the bedroom, took something he couldn't see out of her dresser, then she walked out into the hallway and down toward the bathroom.

"I'll be back in a minute. Don't look until I tell you to," she yelled.

"I won't," Tim replied. He still had no idea what she was up to, but excitement had begun to simmer in him. Soon Heidi, his lovely wife, would be lying in bed next to him, her body would be pressed against his, and...

"Turn off the lights and close your eyes," Heidi said softly. It sounded to Tim as if she was standing just outside their bedroom door.

Tim turned off the light next to the bed and the bedroom grew dim. The only light came from moonlight streaming through the windows. The bathroom light was still on, though. He he heard Heidi's soft footsteps.

"Now," his wife said softly, "Now you can open your eyes."

Tim did, and excitement surged through him. Heidi had on a black silk nightgown. Triangular straps ran from her breasts up over her shoulders and the floor-length skirt was cut three-quarters of the way up her leg. Tim thought she looked spectacular and got hard instantly!

"Do you like it?" Heidi asked softly.

Tim nodded. He struggled for breath. He reached out his arms. "Come here," he said, sounding a like a frog.

Heidi slid under the covers, into his arms. Their lips joined and their tongues dueled. It was almost as thrilling as if they were about to make love for the first time. Heidi's surprise had the desired effect. It served to create a special and incredibly exciting time for them to share!

"Do you really like it?" Heidi whispered as her husband held her tight in his arms.

"I don't think I've ever seen you look more gorgeous!" Tim told her. "Do you have any idea how incredibly beautiful you look in that nightgown?"

Their lips met and the flames of passion flared brighter in Tim. The silk covering his wife's body made making love to her seem fresh and incredibly erotic. He kissed the soft slope of Heidi's neck, spread the neck of the gown apart, and moved his lips onto her shoulder. His hands roved over her body. He cupped her breast through the nightgown and felt her nipple swelling against the slick cloth.

"Ohhhhh!!!" Heidi moaned softly. Tim's caresses never failed to arouse her, but this was special!

Tim kissed and fondled Heidi through the nightgown until he absolutely had to have contact with her bare flesh. He slid under the covers, pulled up the hem of her gown and began stroking her legs. His hand moved onto her gently rounded abdomen and he heard her begin to sing a song of passion. He moved his hand to her legs and let his fingers trail lightly over the incredibly soft skin of her inner thighs. Then he cupped her damp center.

Heidi groaned and pressed herself against Tim's hand. "Yessss!!! Oh, God, Tim!! Yes, darling!!!" she moaned.

Tim rubbed her clit with his thumb, then he slid a finger into her.

"Yessss!!! Yessssss!!!" Heidi moaned, her hips surging upward. She had to be the luckiest woman in the world!

Tim slid the nightgown up farther, exposing more of his wife's lithe, lovely physique. He lowered his head and pressed his mouth against her sex. Immediately, Heidi's hips began to bounce on the bed and delirious cries exploded from her. Tim could feel her snug channel quivering around his embedded finger. He knew her orgasm was nearing.

As Heidi's passion mounted, so did Tim's. He moved between her legs and, once he was in position, he replaced his hands and mouth with his rock-hard penis, thrusting deep, until he was grinding his pubic mound against hers.

Heidi met her husband's movements with equally forceful movements of her own, clutching him in desperation. She screamed as she peaked. "Tim!!! Oh, Godddddd!!! Tim!!!! Tim!!!! Tim!!!!! Take meeeee!!! Take meeeeeee!!!! Yesssssssss!!! Oh, darling, yessssss!!!! Yesssssssssss!!!!!!!!"

"Heidi!!! Oh, Goddddddd!!!!" Tim groaned as his hot essence spewed from him.

The couple's cries of passion combined as they wrung bliss from each other. Their bodies continued straining, seeking every last bit of pleasure they could attain.

Finally, Heidi lay still. Tim looked down at his wife. Her eyes were closed, her chest was moving evenly. A sheen of perspiration gleamed between her breasts, just under the nightgown, which was bunched under her arms. He withdrew from her and rolled onto his side next to her. He laid his arm over her and, sated, dozed off.

Tim awakened from what he thought was a dream. And it was a wild one, too! Someone was making love to him and he was responding powerfully. His penis felt granite-hard. He opened his eyes and discovered he wasn't dreaming. Heidi's soft hands were moving over his swollen penis, which jutted from his loins like a throbbing flagpole. What she was doing was so pleasurable it was hard for him to talk, or even think! Something must have told Heidi her husband was no longer asleep, because she looked up at him.

"You don't mind that I woke you, do you?" she asked softly.

"I'll mind only if you stop!" Tim replied.

Heidi didn't stop. Up and down her hand moved, over and over, sending a growing measure of exhilaration into Tim. She cupped his balls and rolled them gently in her warm hand. A quiver went through Tim and his hips humped off the bed as, insistently, his wife's hand continued to caress his stiff organ.

"Ohhhhhh!!! Godddddd!!!" he groaned. He closed his eyes, knowing that if he watched her, he wouldn't be able to keep himself from coming, and he didn't want that. Not yet!

Heidi was kneeling next to him, still wearing the gorgeous black nightgown. Tim found what he saw incredibly erotic! The fact that she was still clothed seemed to add to the effect of wildly erotic things she was doing with her hands and lips.

"Unnnnnnhhhhhhh!!!!" Tim groaned when Heidi took him in her mouth! Powerful feelings of need flooded him. He felt himself racing headlong toward an explosion of ecstasy once more.

Slowly, Heidi's soft lips moved up and down on her husband's throbbing shaft, turning him into a mindless, moaning, pleasure-glutted mass of nerves. His hips moved involuntarily, thrusting his erection into her mouth.

"Baby!!! I...I'm going to come!!!" he groaned.

Heidi began moving her head up and down faster and faster and Tim realized she wanted him to come in her mouth! His hands clawed at the sheets and his hips arched off the bed, driving his swollen penis into her mouth. He had no control left! He was going to come! Then, emitting a feral, cry he exploded.

When Tim's hot juices began to gush into her mouth, Heidi stopped what she was doing for a second and took her mouth from his twitching penis, but as his hot juices splattered against her face, she resumed what she was doing, and gulped down every last bit of spend she could draw from him! And, when Tim exploded, Heidi was pleasantly surprised to feel exquisite feelings racing through her. She'd come, too!

Tim's penis began to soften, so Heidi relinquished her hold on it and stretched out next to him, pressing against him, and wrapped her arms around him.

 Tim pulled his wife into his arms and kissed her, tasting himself on her lips, seeing the remnants of his seed on her chin.

"God, Heidi, that...that was unreal!" he whispered once the kiss ended.

"I...I'm glad you think so," Heidi replied softly. "I...I wanted it to be special for you."

"It was! It was wonderful!" Tim exclaimed. He hugged her so tight he was afraid he'd hurt her. "It was incredible!"

"I'm glad." Heidi smiled tentatively. "I wanted to do that for you, as a gift for being my husband and making the last year the most wonderful one I've spent in my life."

"You were incredible!" Tim kissed her again. "Being married to you has been pretty neat for me, too." He turned out the light, pulled the covers over them and they snuggled together in a loving embrace, and then fell asleep. It was, it turned out, a wonderful anniversary.



The User Ch. 06



Ben Sanders asked Cynthia Dumas to stop by his apartment after school. He told her he wanted to see her there so they could talk without fear of being interrupted. The student appeared reluctant at first, but eventually she agreed. 

Cynthia was a very attractive girl, one of the prettiest female students attending Jamestown High. But, like the other girls Ben was paying special attention to, she was in the midst of a personal crisis. He knew that because several other girls told him she'd recently broken up with her long-time boyfriend, and was taking it very hard. He had wanted Cynthia for a long time and believed now, when she was vulnerable, would be the time to make his move. He thought about what he hoped would happen once the lovely young woman arrived and felt his heartbeat quicken.

There was a knock at the door. Ben answered it. Cynthia looked wonderful! Her outfit, an off-the shoulder jersey tank top with short sleeves, and an impossibly tight denim skirt with buttons down the front, clung lovingly to her sumptuous body. Her dark hair, loose and curly, framed her lovely face.

"Ah...hi, Mr. Sanders," she said. Her eyes showed how nervous she was. It looked to Ben like if he said, "Boo!" she'd jump right out of her skin.

Ben held the door for her and she walked into his apartment.

Cynthia stood in his living room, twirling the ends of her hair in one hand, looking at Ben expectantly. "What did you want to talk to me about Mr. Sanders?" she asked.

"I've heard things aren't going well for you right now, Cynthia," Ben said. He walked across the living room and sat down in a chair. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable, Cynthia?' he said, gesturing to his sofa, which sat across the room from him, near where the girl was standing.

Cynthia sat down on the sofa. She kept her knees together primly. Her fingers continued to toy with her hair. "What have you heard?" she asked.

"Well, several people have told me they think you've been acting depressed lately. Is that true?" he asked.

Cynthia, staring at her knees, nodded.

"Can you tell me what's making you depressed?" Ben asked.

"It's...it's nothing," Cynthia said, reddening. She continued to stare vacantly at the floor in front of her.

Ben got up, walked to the sofa, and knelt in front of Cynthia. He took her chin gently in his hand and lifted her face so he could look at her. "Cynthia, I know something is upsetting you," he said softly. "Please, tell me what it is. I'd like to be able to help you."

"I...I don't know. I..." the girl stammered. Her eyes began to fill with tears. She took a deep breath. "It's...I, look, I just realized I'm not really worth much, you know?"

"Cynthia, how can you say that?" Ben asked. It looked like what he'd been told was true. Even bright, pretty girls can have fragile egos.

"I can tell, I'm not blind," she said. "Look, if you have to know, my boyfriend, Ted, he broke up with me a couple of weeks ago. When he started going out with Melanie Wilkins, I figured out why. He didn't want me because I'm kinda fat and I'm not pretty like Melanie is, and..."

"My God, Cynthia, how can you say that about yourself?" Ben said. "I, for one, happen to think you're very attractive. And there's no way anyone could ever call you fat."

Cynthia's wide brown eyes widened as she looked into Ben's eyes. "Do you...do you...you really think I'm pretty?" she asked.

"I think you're very pretty," Ben told her. He caressed her cheek gently with his fingers and saw her look soften. He combed his fingers through her silken hair and could see the puzzled look on her face as she processed what he was saying. "And I also happen to think you're very special," he said softly. "Very special, indeed!" He put his arms on her waist and leaned toward her. "Cynthia, could you use a hug?"

"Ye...yes," Cynthia replied. She moved into Ben's arms and laid her head on his shoulder. "Oh, God, Mr. Sanders!" she murmured as his arms slid around her full, firm body, "I...I feel so awful!" Then she leaned back in his arms and looked at him. "Did...did you...really mean what...what you said? Do you really think I'm pretty and...and special?" she asked softly.

"Yes," Ben said. "I think you're just about the most special woman I've ever met." The look in the girl's eyes told him she was falling under the spell he was trying to create, so, slowly he moved his face toward hers. He felt exultation rushing through him when their lips joined. Cynthia's sweet, moist lips pressed against his.

"No!" Ben said, breaking the kiss and leaning back. "I...I can't allow myself to get out of control like that," he exclaimed. "Cynthia, I...I'm so sorry," he said. "I...I apologize. I...I don't know what came over me."

"That's OK, Mr. Sanders," the girl said softly. Her face was a bit flushed and she seemed to be breathing more rapidly than she had been. "It...it felt kinda...you know...kinda nice."

"I...I know it did," Ben said. "But I need to get you out of here. If...if I don't, I...I'm afraid I'll..."

"What...what if...what if I don't want to leave?" Cynthia murmured. "What...what if...what if I said I...I...I want you to...to kiss me again?"

"Cynthia, you need to think about what you're saying," Ben responded.

A determined look formed on the young woman's face. "I know what I'm saying...and what I want," she said softly.

Ben's heart began pounding even harder when he pressed his lips against hers again. This time her tongue snaked into his mouth and teased his. Jolt after jolt of delectable sensation shook him.

When their second kiss ended, Ben stood up and pulled Cynthia to her feet and into his arms. She snuggled against him, burying her face against his chest. He wanted to make love with her more than he'd ever wanted to make love with anyone and hoped he wouldn't make a mistake that would spook her.

"Cynthia, I can't help myself! I want you," Ben whispered, "I want to show you just how special I believe you are. But...but I won't do anything you don't want me to do."

"I...I want you, too," Cynthia whispered. "I...you...you do make me feel special and..."

That was all Ben needed to hear. He took her hand and led her to his bedroom, noting with jubilation that she offered no resistance. When the got in the bedroom, he grabbed the hem of her sweat shirt and lifted it over her head. Cynthia, breathing hard, raised her arms to make it easier for him to pull the garment over her head. Ben slid his hands lightly up her arms and she shuddered. He ardently stared at the tips of her breasts as they swelled against the lacy bra she had on.

"God, Mr. Sanders!!!!" Cynthia murmured. "That...that feels so neat! Your touch is so soft!"

Ben, his hands shaking, placed his hands on her bra-covered breasts and began to tease her nipples.

"Ohhhhh!!!!" Cynthia moaned. She leaned against him.

The girl's soft hair tickled Ben's face and he could smell the clean scent of her shampoo. This was going much better than he thought it would! After giving Cynthia's lovely young breasts considerable attention and arousing the young woman to the point where her need was evident, Ben slid his hands down over her undulating belly and started opening the buttons that held her skirt closed. When he had them open, he let the loosened garment drop to the floor. He knelt in front of her and began caressing her legs and bottom.

"Ohhhhh, Mr. Sanders!!!!" Cynthia moaned softly, continuing to tremble. "Oh, God! That feels so neat! You really do care about me, don't you, Mr. Sanders?"

"Of course I do, my darling," Ben murmured. All that remained on her wondrous body was a pair of scanty French bikinis and the lacy bra. He continued caressing her, savoring the feel of her velvety skin, loving the effect his caresses were having on her.

"Ohhhhh!!!!" Cynthia crooned, "Mr. Sanders, I...I've never, ever felt like this!!!"

Ben stood up and kissed her neck under her hair, then he teased one finely shaped ear with his tongue. His hands closed over her breasts.

"Oooohhhh!!!" Cynthia groaned. Her hands covered his, pressing them against her. "God! I can't believe how neat it feels when you touch me!" she murmured. "I...I've never felt like this before! Oh, God, I...I don't know what...what to...to do!"

She pressed her marvelous body against Ben and he could feel her warmth through his clothes. She tilted her head back, looked at him, and their lips fused in another ardent kiss. Their tongues lashed and fires of passion roared through them.

Ben caressed her bare back while they kissed. Finally he cupped her buttocks and pulled her against him. He could feel her nipples boring into his chest through his shirt as she hugged him.

While he held Cynthia in his arms, Ben moved closer to the bed, drawing her with him. When his legs touched the mattress, he broke the kiss, turned them around, then he released her.

Cynthia sat down on the bed and stared at him, her eyes bright with excitement and filled with adoration. "Are...are you going to...to make love to...to me?" she asked.

"Would you like me to?" Ben asked.

Cynthia nodded. "Yes...I...I...I do want you to," she murmured.

Ben began unbuttoning his shirt which soon joined her clothes on the floor. While he opened his pants, Cynthia's soft hands touched his chest and teased his nipples.

"Uhhhhh!!!" Ben gasped. Her touch was electric.

"Am...am I turning you on?" Cynthia asked, but she didn't stop what she was doing.

"Oh, yesss!!" Ben replied. He undid his belt, then he opened his zipper and pushed his pants down around his feet.

Cynthia slid her hand over his belly and stroked his hard-on through his underpants. Ben could feel her hand trembling as it moved over him.

"You do want me!" Cynthia whispered, her voice strained. "You really do!"

"Desperately!" Ben somehow managed to reply. He moved back a bit and dropped to his knees. His hands slid onto her back and began stroking it. After caressing her back for a few moments, he opened her bra. When the flimsy garment fell from her, he bent his head forward and captured one of her nipples between his lips.

"Ohhhhh!!!!" Cynthia groaned. Her arms wrapped around him and pulled him against her. "Oh, God, does that ever feel good!!!!"

Ben paid oral homage to her lovely, dark-tipped orbs for quite a while, then he pressed her back. "Lay down," he said. She did.

Ben was now between her legs, a worshipper before the altar of Venus. He stroked her inner thighs, finding the skin softer and smoother than any he'd ever touched.

"Ohhhhh!!!! God, you're so gentle! It's like you're touching me with a feather!!" the girl moaned.

While Ben caressed her legs, he looked at Cynthia. She lay, beautiful and open, before him, willing to allow him to do whatever he wanted. A thrill rushed through him, making him shudder. He gazed at her rigid nipples, which were rising and falling with her rapid breathing. Her vagina was in front of him, covered only by the silky center panel of her panties. Wisps of her pubic hair showed around the leg openings of the panties. He traced his fingers up and down over the silk-covered opening.

"Ahhhhh!!!!" Cynthia moaned. Her hips twisted upward. "Oh, Goddddddd!!!! Mr. Sanders, you're making me crazy!"

Ben continued to trail his fingers over the flimsy garment covering her middle and felt her heat and dampness emanating through it. He couldn't wait any longer! He grabbed the waist of the filmy undergarment and tugged. Cynthia lifted her hips and the panties slid down.

When the panties were off, Ben turned his complete attention to the area bordered by curly black hair. He gazed at her puffy pink labia, which sparkled with dewy drops of excitement.

He stroked a finger through the valley between those pink lips, feeling the heat and moisture there. Cynthia's back arched. Her body was offering itself to him, pleading for him to take possession of her.

Ben wanted to draw out his love-making with Cynthia, but he was so aroused, he couldn't wait! He needed her! His finger parted her labia and slid into her tight, wet, opening.

"Yessss!!! Oh, yessss!!!" she moaned, "Yessss!!!!"

Ben plunged his face against her pussy and captured her clit between his lips. It was swollen and slippery; her taste salty, but sweet.

A loud groan issued from Cynthia and her hips rocked off the bed, crushing her sensitized cunt against Ben's mouth. She continued to moan when Ben began licking her. The movements accompanying her cries of delight were frantic.

Ben couldn't wait any longer. He stood up, grabbed his erection, moved closer, positioned it against Cynthia's vagina then, slowly he began pressing it into her.

Cynthia cried out with joy and pulled at him, urging him deeper and deeper. Her legs hooked behind his, adding to the pressure on him to enter her all the way.

Cynthia's channel was so hot and tight that sliding into her almost made Ben come, but he drew on all his self-control and finally was fully embedded in the body of the lovely child-woman. Once he was in her all the way, he held himself still, savoring the experience of having Cynthia's rippling vagina enveloping his cock.

He leaned forward and supported his weight on his out-stretched arms, then he began to move, stabbing into her.

Cynthia moaned and her hips began to move in the same cadence as his thrusts.

Ben was far too aroused and couldn't hold back long! Waves of passion were washing over him with increasing urgency, each more wonderful than the last.

Cynthia's lovely face was slack with passion. Her head rolled from side to side and her hands clutched wildly at the bedcovers. She screamed suddenly, her body began straining, and her hands tore at Ben as she labored against his impaling organ. The force of her coming was tremendous.

Her eruption triggered Ben's, and what seemed like an unending supply of fluids bubbled into her. He moaned, driving her against the bed, coming with her.

Cries of ecstasy echoed through the apartment as the couple toiled toward release, their bodies seeking, then achieving, shared ecstasy. It didn't seem as if they would ever stop coming!

Intense and wonderful though it was, their passionate experience eventually did come to an end. When he was finished, Ben felt a level of satisfaction he hadn't known in quite a while. Cynthia was, by far, his most exciting conquest yet! Though it was softening, his cock remained buried in the lovely girl. Reluctantly, he withdrew it and stretched out next to her on the bed.

Cynthia's eyes were closed and her breathing, once rapid, was now even. Her breasts, capped by their lovely half-hard tips, rose and fell slowly.

Ben leaned over and kissed her softly on the forehead. 

"Mmmmmmm!!!" Cynthia murmured. A soft smile appeared on her lips and she rolled over and snuggled against him.

Ben put an arm around her and pulled her close. He was ecstatic to have her in his arms. He began tickling her back, savoring the luxuriant feel of her skin.

"God, Mr. Sanders!!!" she murmured, "That feels sooooo nice!"

"Cynthia, you are unbelievable!" he told her. "You are the most exciting woman I've ever met!"

She pressed against him. "That...it was the best it's ever been for me!" she whispered. "You...you really do think I'm special, don't you?"

"Of course I do. I'm so glad I was able to be good for you," Ben told her.

"You made me feel better than I ever felt!" Cynthia whispered, looking at Ben with such adoration that he was shaken.

Ben held her, stroking her gently, occasionally feeling her shiver as his hands moved over a particularly sensitive part of her anatomy.

"I have a confession to make," he said. "I think you're the loveliest woman I've ever known."

"Ohhhh!!!" Cynthia moaned as his fingers trailed over her buttocks. She covered Ben's lips with hers.

Ben rolled on his back, pulling her on top of him. The kiss deepened and intensified, and as it did, he could feel himself getting hard again. His hands slid down Cynthia's back, cupped her bottom, and pulled her fully atop him. 

Finally, needing air, they forced their lips apart. Cynthia's face was flushed and her breathing had become more rapid. Ben gently caressed the side of one of her breasts.

"Ohhhhh!!! You're turning me on again, Mr. Sanders!" Cynthia exclaimed, shuddering. "I...I didn't know I...I could...that could happen!" She shifted position and her lips again covered his.

Ben tangled his hands in the soft mass of her hair and pulled her face against his. Their tongues thrust and parried, amplifying their growing need.

Cynthia's legs were on either side of Ben's hips and when their second kiss ended, she looked at him, surprised. "I...I can't believe it! You're hard again!" she exclaimed. "You...you're getting turned on, too, aren't you?"

"It would be impossible not go get turned on with you lying on top of me," Ben said. He smiled at her. The tips of his fingers traveled lightly up her arms to her shoulders and back down again. "It just goes to show you that what I said about your being the most exciting woman I've ever met is true, doesn't it?" he murmured.

"I guess!" Cynthia replied. She pushed herself up on straightened arms and moved her hips, rubbing her warm, damp opening against Ben's erection, which was trapped between them.

Ben cupped her breasts and rotated his hands, feeling her nipples stiffen against his palms. Slowly, gently, he worked over the lovely nubs, while needles of pleasure jabbed into his hands and radiated down his arms.

His hips began moving, adding to the sensations that were the reward of their pleasure-seeking contact.

Cynthia reached between them and grabbed his erection. She raised herself, put the tip between her labia and teased herself, and Ben, with it for a little while then, slowly, maddeningly, she lowered herself onto Ben, engulfing him once more with her warmth and wetness.

"Ahhhhh!!!!" Ben gasped while Cynthia slowly impaled herself on him. He gazed up at her. Passion had slackened her features. She was so lovely!

Cynthia pressed down until he was all the way in her again, then she began undulating her hips, rubbing her pubic bone against his.

Moans and cries bubbled from Cynthia as their bodies thrust against each other with increasing insistence. Her hips rocked and twisted, her back arched, pressing her hard-tipped breasts tighter against Ben's palms. Her head lolled on her shoulders and her fluffy hair danced with the movement of her bucking body.

"Oh, God, this feels so neat!" she moaned as she worked her body feverishly against him.

Irresistible waves of pleasure surged over Ben. He abandoned Cynthia's breasts and grasped a luscious buttock in each hand, forcing her tighter against him, feeling her muscles moving in his hands as she rode him.

"Oh, yessss!!!! Oh, yesssss!!!!" she groaned, "So gooooodddd!!! So gooooodddd!!!" She continued moaning and whimpering fervently while Ben kept plunging his swollen organ into the tight confines of her vagina.

Ben felt another orgasm beginning in him. His groin tightened, anticipating another fierce squall of pleasure. Having Cynthia on top was a delight because it allowed Ben to observe her passionate response. It also permitted him to use his hands to caress and further rouse her. Watching her ride toward gratification and being able to caress her as she did made the experience infinitely more enjoyable for him.

Cynthia's body strained, then relaxed, her hands gripped his arms. Her face was a mask of bliss. A sheen of sweat made her skin glisten, and the lovely distended tips of her breasts traced imaginary circles in the air as she bounced up and down on top of him.

Ben didn't think anything could top the experience he had shared with Cynthia earlier, but he learned he was wrong. Cynthia drove her hips against him as if she were trying to force him through the bed and she babbled with delight as passion overpowered her.




The User Ch. 06



Ben grunted and strained as her undulating body wrung his orgasm from him. Jet after jet of his torrid cream spewed into her, bathing her insides with his hot, sticky fluids. He clung to her as their delight peaked, then began to wane.

Cynthia continued laboring against him, a constant, passionate exclamation delight coming from her lips. After a while, her fevered bucking began to slow and was replaced by intermittent thrusts, which also eventually ended. At last she lay, quiescent, on top of Ben. His still-rigid penis remained hilted in her and their blended juices trickled onto him from her over-filled opening.

Ben cradled Cynthia in his arms, feeling her relax, her breathing calm, and the palpitations of her vaginal walls still. Cynthia was either unconscious or asleep, so he stayed still, holding her.

After a few minutes, Cynthia started, then she raised herself a little and looked down at Ben, her eyes brimming with affection.

"Cynthia, you are amazing!" he said.

She kissed him tenderly, then rolled off and snuggled against him. "You make me feel so good, Mr. Sanders!" she whispered, putting an arm around him.

He kissed her and they held each other.

"I...I can't believe this happened," Cynthia said softly. "I...I had no idea when I came over her tonight that you, that you and I..."

"What happened between us surprised me, too, Cynthia," Ben lied. "I...I've always felt you were lovely, but you're a student and I'm a school employee and, well..."

"You can get in trouble for what we did, can't you, Mr. Sanders?" Cynthia said, her face growing very serious. "I...I never thought about that until now. God! I'm sorry, I..."

"Cynthia, it wasn't your fault this happened," Ben said. "If anyone's to blame, I am, and if there are consequences to be suffered, I'll be happy to suffer them. I'm not sorry tonight happened."

"Oh, God, Mr. Sanders," the girl murmured. She pressed against him. "I...I'll never tell anyone about tonight, ever!"

"I know you won't, Cynthia," Ben said, rubbing her back. "I know you won't."

After a bit, Cynthia looked around. "What time is it?" she asked. 

Ben told her.

She frowned. "I've got to be home in an hour," she said, sounding very disappointed.

"Maybe we can get together some time when you don't have to go home," Ben said. "I think waking up in the morning with you next to me would be wonderful."

That got him another kiss. "I'd love that!" Cynthia replied.

"You want to clean up before you go?" Ben asked.

Cynthia looked down at herself, giggled, and said, "Yeah, I guess I better." She stretched.

The languid, sensuous movement of her delectable body thrilled Ben. He loved watching women stretch, and the way Cynthia did it, so feline and sensual, was special.

Cynthia got out of bed and stood next to it looking down at him. Ben caressed on of her buttocks lightly.

"You like my ass, don't you?" she asked, squirming a little as Ben's hand moved over her firm nether cheek.

"I think it's the best I've ever seen," Ben told her.

Cynthia giggled, blushed, then turned and walked out of the room.

When Ben heard the shower running he got out of bed and went into the bathroom. He stood and watched Cynthia in the shower, droplets of water clinging to her lovely body like glistening jewels. He found her movements, as she lathered herself, incredibly erotic.

"Want some help?" he asked, stepping into the shower with her.

Cynthia smiled at him. "I'd love it," she told him. "God, Mr. Sanders, you think of the neatest stuff to do."

Ben took the washcloth from her, lathered it thoroughly, then he began washing her, starting with her neck and shoulders. He did her back next, spreading lather all the way down to the hollow at the base of the lovely curved surface.

Then he began to do her chest. Her nipples had already begun to extend.

"I never had a bath feel this good before," Cynthia said. "Ohhhhh!!!!!" she murmured when Ben started sliding the slippery cloth over her breasts, moving it from one lovely, firm, hill of flesh to the other, then back again.

"Oh, God, Mr. Sanders, I don't believe it!" Cynthia moaned, "You're doing it again! You're getting me turned on again!!"

Ben began washing her belly, paying particular attention to her navel, a delectable accent in her exquisite abdomen.

Cynthia was breathing hard and clutching Ben. When he reached her pubic hair, she gasped, and begged him to keep going, to do more.

"I will," he said, "but I want to be sure I the rest of you is clean first."

He glided the lathery cloth over her hip, then thoroughly laved her superb buttocks.

Cynthia was having trouble standing, so she parted her legs to steady herself. When she did, Ben slid the washcloth between her legs.

"My God, Mr. Sanders!! Ohhhhh!!!! Ohhhhh!!!" Cynthia groaned when the circular motions he was making with the lathery cloth centered on her clit. "Don't stop!!! Don't stop!!!" She rolled her hips forward, thrusting herself against his massaging hand. "Oh, God!!! You're gonna make me come again!!! Yessss!!! Do it!!! Do itttttt!!!! Feels so good!!! So goooddd!!"

Softly, insistently, Ben continued to move the washcloth over her middle, rubbing it round and round on her clit.

Cynthia's hands were locked around Ben's arm and she clung to him, gasping with joy. Her hips rocked wildly against his hand. Without warning, her soft moans and cries of delight turned into shrieks of pleasure. Her body quaked and her fingers dug into his arms.

Enchanted, Ben watched a flush spread over her lovely skin as release roared through her. The orgasm didn't seem to be quite as intense as the ones they'd shared earlier, but it left her breathless and dangling limply in his arms. Finally, she was able to get her legs under her.

"You're unreal, Mr. Sanders!" Cynthia gasped. She kissed him. "God! I wish I could stay and do more stuff like that, but I really do have to get home."

"I know," Ben said. "You're all clean now. All you have to do is rinse yourself, dry off, and get dressed."

Cynthia did just that, and before long she was on her way home. 

Ben lay in bed, watching the evening news. Cynthia was, by far, the most delightful conquest he'd made yet. He reviewed a list he'd made in his mind. "I wonder," he thought, "what it would take to get Ellen Dewey in my bed?"



The User Ch. 07



Cynthia Dumas woke up and stretched delightfully. A shudder went through her lovely body as she recalled what happened when she went over to Mr. Sanders' apartment a week earlier.

She'd been waiting anxiously for Mr. Sanders to call her down to his office or invite her over to his place again, but she'd heard nothing from him since that night. She was afraid he was upset with her, that she'd done something to make him angry, and didn't know what to do about it.

She climbed out of bed, slipped a robe over her comely nude body, and headed for the bathroom to get ready for school. Since Mr. Sanders hadn't contacted her, Cynthia decided she'd stop by his office in school today and see if he'd tell her what she'd done to make him unhappy with her.

"Hi, Mom," Cynthia said to her mother, who was sitting at the kitchen table when she walked into the kitchen. The girl had on a loose sweatshirt and a snug denim skirt. The outfit wasn't particularly revealing, but so voluptuous was Cynthia's young body that even this plain outfit looked quite appealing on her.

"Good morning, Cynthia," her mother said.

Cynthia got herself a bowl of cereal and a glass of milk and sat down at the table to eat.

"You know, Cynthia," her mother said, "I've noticed that you seem to be in much better spirits than you were there for a while. I was really worried about you. I'm glad you've cheered up."

"I've been trying, and I talk with Mr. Sanders a lot. I guess it's helping, huh?" the girl replied.

"I don't know what had you do down in the dumps," her mother said. "but you do seem better now. Mr. Sanders must be very good at what he does, if he could make such a change in you in such a short time."

"Yeah, Mr. Sanders is a really neat guy," Cynthia said. "If you knew how good he really is, and at what, you'd have a bird!" she thought.

Cynthia didn't know it, but she wouldn't be seeing Mr. Sanders in school that day because he wasn't going to be in school. The school's new work-study program had begun, and Ben's job included making site visits to places the students were working and spending time tutoring those students who needed that.

After spending the morning visiting male students who were working in garages and factories, Ben ate lunch, then he drove to the Jamestown Mall, where his first afternoon appointment was. He took his briefcase, locked his car, and started into the mall. He was supposed to meet with Melanie Sparks, who was working at a shop that specialized in clothes for "queen-sized" women.

Ben walked down the corridor of the mall and into the shop. A plump but pretty woman sitting behind the counter looked at him when he walked in.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"I'm Ben Sanders from the high school, I'm here to tutor Melanie," Ben said.

The woman smiled and nodded. "Melanie said you'd be by," she said. "She's in the office, it's through that door, there."

Ben walked to the door the woman had indicated and knocked on it.

"Come in," a feminine voice said.

Ben went in.  Melanie Sparks was sitting at a desk in the office and, unlike her co-worker, she wasn't plump. The young woman was pleasant-looking and was wearing a very tight black mini-skirt, which exposed a pair of terrific legs encased in dark stockings. She also had on a blue satin blouse that was so sheer the scanty bra encasing her young breasts showed through it.

 "Hi, Mr. Sanders," Melanie said, smiling at Ben. "I've been waiting for you."

"I'm sorry I was a bit late, traffic was terrible," Ben said. 

Melanie looked at Mr. Sanders. Quite a few of her friends seemed to think he was pretty neat, although none of them would say why. She didn't think he was bad-looking, for an older guy. Juan Perez, the guy she was going out with, was better looking, but she heard Juan had been making moves on several other girls, and she was angry at him. It might be fun to come on to Mr. Sanders and tease him a little. Getting her tutor going would be a fun way to get some kicks.

"I've been sitting here, trying to figure out this assignment," Melanie said. "I just can't get it."

"What's the problem?" Ben asked. He couldn't keep from staring at the well-shaped legs displayed by the student's tight, meager skirt.

"Well..." Melanie said. She explained what she didn't understand about the problem. She saw Mr. Sanders staring at her legs and felt a tingle in her belly. It looked like it would be easy to get him hot and bothered.

"I see," Ben said, when she finished explaining. "It doesn't sound like an insurmountable problem. Can I see your textbook?"

"Yeah, sure," Melanie said. She got up, walked across the small room, and reached for the book, which she'd left on a high shelf.

Ben watched her, admiring the way her firm, rounded buttocks moved when she walked.

"Here," Melanie said. She walked back to where the guidance counselor was sitting and handed the book to him.

Ben paged through the book, then made some notes on a yellow pad lying on the desk. "Is that what you were supposed to do?" he asked.

Melanie had been watching over his shoulder and was surprised to see him solve the problem so easily. "How'd you do that?" she asked. "I've been trying to figure that out all morning."

"It's easy, if you use the right process," Ben explained. "Didn't your teacher explain the steps to this process?"

"Maybe she did," Melanie said. "I guess I wasn't paying attention."

"I'll show you what you have to do," Ben said. "First, you write down the information like so..." He wrote down the information the way it was suppose to be done.

"OK, I see what you're doing," Melanie commented. "No wonder I couldn't get it. I didn't realize I was supposed to do that."

"I thought so," Ben said. "After you do that, you do this next." He wrote out the first step in the computation. "Now, I assume this is the part you didn't have."

"Hey, yeah!" Melanie said. "What do you do next?" She moved closer, put her hand on his shoulder, and leaned down as if she were intent on what he was doing.

Ben was pleased when Melanie's hand fell on his shoulder. He felt her nearness, smelled the perfume she was wearing, and his body responded. "Ah...well, you do this..." Ben did the next step in the computation. "Um, then, ah, this..." He made several more notes on the paper. "And you should come up with this."

"Oh, wow!" Melanie exclaimed. "You mean that's all there is to it? I feel kinda dumb."

"You shouldn't," Ben said. He was very aware that Melanie still had her hand on him and was still bent over, presumably studying the paper lying in front of him. "Did your teacher mention you could look up things like this in the textbook?"

"Ah, I don't remember," Melanie said. "Can you show me?"

"Sure, gladly," Ben said. He laid the book on the desk and opened it to the page that outlined the procedure he'd just shown her. "See, right here..."

Melanie leaned forward, pressing one of her firm breasts against Mr. Sanders' shoulder. At the same time, her dangling hair teased the side of his face. She thought she felt him shudder, but wasn't sure.

Ben couldn't believe it. The girl was coming on to him! She was rubbing up against him like a bitch in heat. He hadn't considered adding Melanie to his stable, but if that's what she wanted... He let his hand drop and it brushed her stockinged leg.

"Yeah!" Melanie thought when Mr. Sanders' hand skimmed her knee. "He's taking the bait. This is gonna be fun."  She shuddered when his hand slid between her knees and began stroking the inside of her thighs. Her breath caught in her throat and she felt warmth rising in her. "Ohhh!!! That feels pretty nice!" she thought.

At the same time, warning bells clanged in her head. What Mr. Sanders was doing felt kinda good, and she was sure she could stop him any time she wanted, but...

Ben continued stroking the girl's legs, letting his hand roam as high as her snug skirt would allow. He knew Melanie liked what he was doing; he could feel her nipple growing erect, pressing against his back through his shirt, and she was trembling softly. Her breathing sounded a little ragged, too.

Melanie couldn't focus on the textbook as Mr. Sanders paged through it with his free hand, calmly pointing out the problems and solutions outlined in it. His other hand was making her nuts! She hadn't planned on this! She wanted to tease him, sure, but this was going way beyond that! She was so turned on she wasn't sure she'd be able to stop him!

Ben finally stopped talking. The young woman whose quaking body was pressed against his was breathing hard. He had a feeling if he did just the right things, he could have her. He sat back and turned in the swivel chair so they were facing each other.

Melanie straightened up and stood in front of him, flushed, breathing hard, her erect nipples showing clearly through her sheer blouse and scanty bra.

"You know, Melanie, you're very attractive," Ben said softly.

"Ah..." Melanie didn't know what to say. She could hardly breathe. This wasn't the way she figured this would go. Things were way out of control!

"You also have a gorgeous ass," Ben said. He cupped her bottom in his hands and pulled her closer to him, until she was standing between his legs. "It feels wonderful," he said, squeezing the firm globes.

Melanie was starting to get a little worried. She thought about pulling away from him, except what his hands were doing to her ass felt so good! She wasn't sure what was going to happen next.

"You're getting turned on, aren't you, Melanie?" Ben asked softly, continuing to gently massage her bottom.

Melanie couldn't help herself, she nodded. "Uh-huh," she croaked. She sure was! She could hardly stand up, she was so turned on! What was he going to do next?

Ben took his hands from her bottom, wrapped them around her breasts, and rubbed his thumbs over the nipples, which were poking out against her blouse.

Melanie felt as if electric shocks were going through her. She couldn't get her breath and her legs were weak and unsteady. She put her hands on Mr. Sanders' shoulders so she wouldn't fall.

Ben tugged Melanie's blouse out of her skirt, then he slid his hands under it and cupped the glorious bulbs on her chest through her gossamer bra.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!" Melanie groaned, her body quaking. She hadn't counted on him doing this! God, did it ever feel good!

Ben continued petting her breasts and discovered her bra clasp, located between the lovely mounds on her chest. He flicked it open, then moved his hands onto her bare flesh, letting her rock-hard nipples press against his palms.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm!!!!" Melanie moaned. Damn, Mr. Sanders was making her feel wild! She knew she ought to stop him, but she couldn't.

Ben slid one hand between her legs and started sliding it up, forcing the mini-skirt up as he did. He cupped her vagina and felt wetness and heat. Gently, he probed her sopping middle, seeking her clit through her panty-hose. She quaked and he felt her fingers tighten on his shoulders.

"Gahhhhhhh!!!!" Melanie mewled when the guidance counselor's hand touched her pussy. She couldn't believe he was doing this to her here, in the office. Mr. Sanders, the guidance counselor, was playing with her tits and pussy, and she couldn't stop him! Oh, God, was this ever wild! She no longer cared what he was doing to her, just as long as it kept feeling this good!

Ben worked his hand inside the girl's panty hose and down through her dampening pubic hair, onto her vagina. Her hips were squirming, seeking contact with him. He found her clit and began flicking his finger over it. Melanie reacted with soft moans and thrusts of her hips.

Sure the girl was now so aroused she'd let him do whatever he wanted, Ben took the hand that was caressing her breasts, pushed her blouse up, and bared her chest. Then he urged her closer and took one of her nipples into his mouth. She responded with heightened moaning.

Overwhelmed by passion, Melanie knew she was at Mr. Sanders' mercy. Her teasing game had gotten wonderfully out of control and she didn't care! Hell, if he wanted to fuck her on the desk, she wouldn't try to stop him! Damn, if he kept doing what he was doing, he was gonna make her come with his hands and mouth!

"Ohhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhh!!!" she groaned, writhing, shaking, clinging to Ben for support as his hands and lips sent wave after delicious wave of delight washing over her. Then... "Ahhhhhhh!!!! Oh!!! Oh!!! Oh!!!! Oh!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Gnahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" she cried. Passion vibrated through the young woman's lovely physique as an orgasm exploded through her. "Ohhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

Ben felt Melanie stiffen, then she began to shudder violently. Her hands clutched him desperately and her moans grew louder. He felt the juices of love flowing out of her as she came.

Even though Melanie's orgasm was waning, Ben continued to fondle her, sending small, but delightful jolts of pleasure through her. Then the intercom buzzed. Feebly, Melanie picked up the phone.

"Yeah?" she asked.

"Melanie, this is Toni, we've got a lot of people out here," her co-worker said. "If you're almost finished with your tutoring session, I could use some help."

"O...K, ahhhh, I'll be right out," Melanie replied weakly.

Ben took his hands from her and looked at her flushed face and disheveled appearance. He had a raging hard-on and wanted badly to fuck her.

"I...I gotta go out front and help Toni," Melanie said. "I...I'm sorry, I..."

"Would you like to continue what we started?" Ben asked.

"Uh...ah, yeah, I...yeah," she stammered in reply.

"Could you come over to my apartment after you get off work?" he asked.

"Uh...sure," Melanie said. She was supposed to meet Juan, but he'd been cheating on her and, even so, he'd never made her feel like Mr. Sanders just had. She shuddered again when she contemplated what might happen at Mr. Sanders' apartment.

"Great," Ben said. "I'll see you then."

He watched Melanie rearrange her clothing, then she went out to wait on customers. He packed up his things, went out to his car, and headed for his next appointment. He wished the day was over, so he wouldn't have to wait so long to see Melanie and relieve the tumult he'd built up playing with her.

Cynthia listened to Mr. Sanders' answering machine message for the fifteenth time, then she put down her phone, disappointed. He still wasn't home. Oh, well. She'd try later.

Ben got home about a half-hour before Melanie was due to arrive, he took the messages from his answering machine. "It sounds like I better give Cynthia a call," he told himself. "Maybe I'll call her down to my office first thing in the morning."

Melanie had a hard time keeping her mind on work the rest of the afternoon. She still couldn't believe what happened between her and Mr. Sanders there in the store. And on top of that, she'd agreed to go to his apartment after work, too He was a teacher, sort of, she shouldn't be doing stuff like that with a teacher. Despite her misgivings, as she thought about what happened earlier, a soft shudder of delight went through her.

Melanie absent-mindedly messed up entering a sale in the cash register. She lost her temper and began yelling at the machine.

"You OK, Melanie?" Toni asked, looking concerned. "You seem real edgy this afternoon."

"I'm...I'm OK, Toni," Melanie said. She re-rang the sale, getting it right the second time. Time seemed to be dragging. She found herself growing more and more excited as the end of the day. Was she really looking forward to going to Mr. Sanders' place?

When the clerks who were working until the store closed arrived, Melanie got ready to leave. She walked out of the store and started down the mall's wide hallway and noticed that her heart was pounding, her chest felt tight, and she butterflies in her. "I don't believe, this! Why am I getting this wound up because I'm going to see Mr. Sanders? He's old enough to be my father!" she thought. She smiled. "Of course, my father never did things to me like Mr. Sanders did this afternoon, thank God!"

When Melanie walked out of the mall's main entrance, she stopped and frowned. Damn! Juan was leaning on the wall next to the doors. He had a wide, toothy grin on his dark-skinned face.

"Hey, baby, you ain't still mad at me, are you?" Juan asked. He pushed himself erect and sauntered in Melanie's direction.

"Juan, I don't want to see you today, or any other day," Melanie snapped. "Why don't you just fuck off?" She hated this. The last thing she wanted was to have to waste time talking with Juan. She wanted to get to Mr. Sanders' place.

"Come on, baby, you know you're my main lady," Juan said. "You always will be. I thought, maybe, we could go out and; you know, kiss and make up." He held up a small plastic bag. "I got some good shit. We can, you know, turn on, then get turned on."

Melanie shook her head. "No way, Juan," she said.

"Why not?" Juan asked. "You always liked doin' that before?"

"Juan, it's none of your fucking business!" Melanie snapped. She brushed by him and and started walking toward her car.

"You fucking bitch!" Juan yelled, as Melanie walked away from him. "Fuck you, you cunt! Don't think you're gonna treat me like this and I'll let you come crawlin' back!"

Melanie walked to her car, got in, and headed for the address Mr. Sanders had given her. Melanie was impressed. She'd gone by this apartment complex more than once and thought it looked pretty nice. Mr. Sanders lived pretty good, it looked like. She parked outside the guidance counselor's apartment building, then she walked to his door and rang the doorbell. Her chest felt tight and her heart was pounding.

Ben opened the door when the bell rang. He let Melanie in, locked the door, then he stood there and watched her examine his apartment. She was obviously impressed by what she saw. He was impressed by what he saw, too. As his eyes traveled over the girl's firm, rounded buttocks, he felt his cock twitch in his pants. Damn, Melanie did have a fine ass!

Ben put his arms around Melanie from behind, grasped her breasts and pulled her back against him.

Melanie felt herself getting turned on when Mr. Sanders clamped his hands on her breasts and pulled her against him. She felt his swollen cock nudging her bottom and realized he had a hard-on. She moaned softly when his hands began squeezing her breasts.

Ben pressed against Melanie. He really liked the way it felt to have her taut body pressed against his, but nice as it was, it wasn't enough. He turned her around and covered her lips with his. Her arms locked around him and her tongue sought his. Shock-waves of excitement rocked him when their lips joined. He cupped her bottom, lifted her off her feet, and began moving her toward his bedroom.

Melanie didn't care that Mr. Sanders was hustling her off to his bedroom without saying anything to her. All she wanted was to have the big cock that was pressing against her belly sliding into her!

Once he had Melanie in his bedroom, Ben began opening the buttons down the back of her blouse. When it was open, he slid it down her arms. Next, he opened the zipper down the back of her skirt and peeled that skin-tight garment down over her lean, lovely hips. He had her nude, save for her filmy bra and black panty hose. He made short work of the bra, then Melanie stripped her panty-hose off while he shed his clothes. Both naked, they fell onto the bed and rolled into each other's arms.

"Annnhhhhhhhh!!!" Melanie groaned. Mr. Sanders had one of her nipples between his lips and was sucking on it and lashing it with his tongue. She could feel his hands moving over her, too. It felt like he was touching her everywhere, all at once! His cock, which felt hard as steel, was poking her leg.




The User Ch. 07



Ben needed Melanie and he needed her now! He rolled on top of her, slid his hand between their straining bodies, got hold of his cock and, with an ardent movement of his hips, managed to get it buried in the girl's swampy cunt.

"Gahhhhhhhhh!!!!" Melanie groaned when Mr. Sanders' cock slid into her. He was really big! She'd felt this full of cock before! Her back arched and she ground her pubic arch against his. 

Harder and harder Ben stabbed his cock into the young woman, and as he did, he felt her ardent response. Her groans of excitement filled his ears and her hands clawed at him while her hips thrust upward in response to his powerful thrusts. He bent his head and began licking and sucking her nipples. He took one of the turgid buds into his mouth and sucked it hard.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!! I'm...I'm...I'm gonna come!!! Oh, Mr. Sanders!!! I'm gonna come!!! Ohhhhhhh!!!! Yeahhhhhhhh!!! Yeahhhhhhh!!!! Yeahhhhhhhh!!!! Oh, Goddammmnnnn!!! Godddammmmmmmmm!!!! Gaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!" Melanie shrieked. Her arms and legs flailed as she experienced the most intense orgasm she ever had.

"Unnnnnhhhhhhh!!!!" Ben cried, "Yeahhh!!! Take itttttttttt!!!!!" He came, spewing powerful torrents of come into Melanie's straining body. Spent, he collapsed on her.

"Jesus, Mr. Sanders, you were horny, weren't you?" Melanie gasped once she was able to talk. No guy she'd ever screwed had made her feel like Mr. Sanders just did!

"I'm sorry, Melanie, I couldn't help myself," Ben said. "What happened at the store had me really aroused. And, of course, you are a very desirable young lady." He rolled off her and kissed her. Then he began running his hands over her delightful body once more. "What time do you have to be home?" he asked.

Melanie shrugged. "It don't matter," she said. "Since I got that job down at the mall and my grades got better, my folks let me come and go pretty much as I please."

Ben, delighted to learn he would have ample time to enjoy her, moved his hand onto one of her firm breasts. He felt her tremble and heard her sigh of bliss. "That's wonderful news, Melanie," he murmured. "It means we don't have to rush."

In a short time he was lying between Melanie's long, lovely legs. They quivered and she squirmed and squealed ecstatically while he licked and sucked her cunt.

"Ohhhhhh!!! Mr. Sanders!!! Oh, shit!!! Ohhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Melanie cried. He was sucking on her clit and finger-fucking her, making her nuts all over again! "Gahhhhhhhhh!!!!! Gahhhhhhhh!!! Oh, Jeez, Mr. Sanders, you're makin' me come again!!!" she groaned. "Dammmnnnnnnnn!!!! That feels so fuckin' goooooooodddddd!!! Aw, shit!!! Aw, shit!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

The lovely legs clamped over his ears muffled Melanie's cries of delight, but the frenzied way her body was moving told Ben she was coming again. He licked and kissed her a little more then, when her legs fell from him, he sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and smiled down at Melanie who lay there her face slack, looking up at him, wide-eyed.

"Jesus, you're something else, Mr. Sanders!" she gasped. "I need a break. I never, ever felt this good!"

Ben went out to his kitchen, got them some sodas and they sat in bed and drank them. When Melanie finished her soda, she set the empty can on the nightstand next to the bed, then she rolled on top of Ben and began kissing his face and chest.

Ben finished his soda, too, set the can down next to Melanie's, and let his hands again begin to roam lightly over the girl's marvelous body.

"How come you did that to me back in the store, Mr. Sanders?" Melanie asked. She quivered as Ben's hands moved over her bare flesh.

"Because you wanted me to," Ben replied. "Didn't you?"

"Ah, yeah, sort of, I guess," the girl admitted. "You ever do stuff like this with any other girls?" she asked, licking one of his nipples.

Ben felt himself trembling as she roused him with her lips and hands. "You probably won't believe me," he lied, "but this is the first time I've ever done anything like this. I...I don't know what it is about you, Melanie, you...you make me lose control."

"Oh, Wow!" Melanie exclaimed, thrilled by his words. "Yeah, well, you make me lose control, too!" She felt a tremor go through her as his cock, pressed between them, began twitching against her soft belly. "God! I don't believe you! You're always horny!"

"It's just that you're so incredibly exciting!" Ben said, shaking.

Melanie slid down and began kissing his belly while she grasped his cock in her soft hands. Then Ben experienced an intense rush of delight when she took his cock in her mouth. Melanie sucked on him so expertly he was positive this wasn't the first time she'd sucked a cock.

Melanie licked, sucked, and took as much of Mr. Sanders' dong into her mouth as she could. Juan had bugged her to suck his cock for ages, and when she finally gave in and tried it, Melanie discovered she not only had a real talent for it, she liked it. After that, she sucked Juan's cock every chance she got. But Juan's cock wasn't nearly as big as Mr. Sanders' was. And Juan didn't do stuff to turn her on like Mr. Sanders did, either. After tonight, she was never going back to fucking guys her age!

She heard the guidance counselor's moans of ecstasy, felt his cock swelling and throbbing; and she decided she wanted him in her pussy again, so she slid up on top of Mr. Sanders, placed the tip of his cock between her dewy cunt lips, then she began lowering herself onto him. She uttered an impassioned sigh as Mr. Sanders' massive prong slid into her. "Yeahhhhhhhh!!!!" she murmured. She began to move her hips. "That's what I wanted! Oh, shit, yeah!!! Is it ever!!"

Ben grabbed Melanie's hips and began lifting his hips up, off the bed. He could feel the walls of her cunt clinging to his cock as he drove into her. This was sublime! This was the way a man should live! He didn't need relationships, this way there were no entanglements and no getting hurt. It was all he needed, terrific fucking, with fantastic young women!

"Mr. Sanders!! Oh!! Oh!!! Oh!!!" Melanie groaned as the guidance counselor's big wand plunged into her. "Fuck me!!! Fuck me!!! Oh, God, Mr. Sanders, fuck meeeee!!! Fuck meeeeee!!!"

Ben did just that! He held on to Melanie's hips and watched her breasts jiggle in response to the frantic motions her body was making. Then her cunt walls began to ripple and he knew she was coming again.

"Gahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Oh, shit, Mr. Sanders!!! Oh, shit!!! Oh,shit!!! This feels so gooooooooddddd!!!" the girl cried, her motions growing still more fervent. "So goooooooodddddddd!!! Oh, shit!!! Oh, shit!!! Don't ever stop!!! Don't ever, ever stop!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" One explosion of bliss after another jolted Melanie as she came and came and came.

"Yeahhh!!! Take it, Melanie!!! Take all of it!!!" Ben shouted. He erupted, dousing her insides with heat and wetness. Once more, he was overwhelmed by passion.

Melanie collapsed and lay on top of Ben, spent and satisfied.

Ben didn't move. He couldn't. He was too used up. While he lay there under Melanie, he heard his phone begin to ring. He was tempted to answer it, but decided not to. That's why he had an answering machine.

When Cynthia heard Mr. Sanders' answering machine pick up yet again, she hung up. Apparently Mr. Sanders still wasn't home. Where was he? Had he been in an accident? Had something happened to him? Why hadn't he contacted her since the other night? Confused, hurt, her emotions in turmoil, she rolled over, pulled the covers over her, and went to sleep.

Outside Ben Sanders' apartment building, Juan Perez, his face red with anger, sat in his car. He had followed Melanie when she left the mall. He saw her go inside the apartment building and waited outside. He planned to confront her and find out what she was up to when she came out. But that was a long time ago, and Juan was pretty sure he knew what was going on inside the building.

"That bitch! She's fucking somebody else!" the young man thought, his anger building. It never occurred to him that, since he was seeing other girls, he had no right to be angry with Melanie. "That no-good, fucking slut! When I find out who she's fucking, both of them are gonna pay! I'll show her she isn't going to fuck around on me!"

Juan finally decided Melanie wasn't going to be coming out any time soon, so he started his car and drove off, tires squealing, leaving two black trails on the pavement.



The User Ch. 08



"Hi, Mr. Sanders," the visitor to the guidance office said.

"Hi, Tina," Ben replied. He looked at the young woman who'd just come in his door. Tina Williams was short, had long, wavy brown hair and, unfortunately, a used-looking face. The girl, who was a bit of a free spirit, never wore a bra, and she should have, because her large breasts sagged quite a bit. Her legs and her ass, though, were fine.

For reasons he couldn't for the life of him understand, Ben had always found her interesting, even sexy. She came from a large low-income family and there were rumors, which had never been substantiated, that she was a victim of sexual abuse by her father and possibly several of her brothers, too. Ben knew she was sexually active, mainly because she'd borne a child out of wedlock.

The guidance counselor smiled. "I'm glad to see you, Tina," he said. "What can I do for you?"

"I wanted to talk to you about getting a scholarship to go to secretarial school," the young woman replied. "I figure I'm never goin' to get to go to college, but if I go to secretarial school, I might be able to get a fairly decent job, you know? So I can take care of my kid."

"I think I should be able to help you with that," Ben said. "Have a seat."

Tina took a chair and as she did, Ben could see her jellied breasts moving under her yellow T-shirt. He felt the beginning of sexual tension, and had a hard time believing it was happening. He didn't understand why he was getting turned on by a girl he didn't even consider attractive! He took a piece of paper out of his desk drawer and picked up a pen. "Are there any specific schools you're interested in, Tina?" he asked.

"Not really, I don't know that much about all this. I guess I should look at schools where I could get, you know, a scholarship or something," she told him. "Do you think I have a chance of getting a scholarship?"

"It's possible," Ben said. "Your grades aren't that bad, and the fact that you have a child may make actually help make some grants available to you."

Tina looked surprised. "I didn't know that," she said. "Maybe the little guy's going to be good for something other than keeping me up all night and shitting his pants after all." She looked laughed nervously. "Don't get me wrong, I love my kid like crazy, but sometimes he drives me nuts."

Ben laughed. "Yeah, I guess kids can do that," he said. "I've heard that, anyhow."

"You ain't married, are you Mr. Sanders?" Tina asked.

"I'm divorced," Ben replied. "Unfortunately, or fortunately, as the case may be, my ex-wife and I never had kids."

"Yeah, you're probably right," Tina said. "Divorce can really mess kids up, I hear." She looked directly at him and smiled. Her nipples, partially erect, were clearly visible through her shirt. That did little to ease the excitement building in Ben's body. "So you really think I'm gonna be able to get a scholarship?" she asked.

Ben nodded. "I'm pretty sure we'll be able to get you something" he told her. "Are you interested in finding out what's available?"

Tina nodded. "Yeah, I guess I better, if I'm gonna apply," she said.

"Why don't we move over to the sofa?" Ben suggested. "There's quite a choice, and we'll be more comfortable there."

They moved to the sofa and Ben began showing her the various catalogs that listed what might be available to her. Tina looked the catalogs over with interest.

As she looked at the catalogs, Tina kept glancing at Ben and he kept glancing at her. The sexual tension between them had become almost tangible, but he wasn't sure what to do about it.

"Ah...this...this one here..." he croaked, pointing at a school listing, "...might be your best bet. I think, if I help you with the application, we might be able to get a large enough grant to cover your whole tuition. And, maybe, we'll be able to find you a part-time job to help cover your living expenses while you're in school, too."

"Wow!" Tina exclaimed. "That would really be neat if you could do it, Mr. Sanders. You really think you could do that for me?"

Ben nodded. He kept looking at the young woman, who stared directly into his eyes. The next thing he knew, they were in each other's arms, their lips were joined, and the teenager's body was pressed against his.

Ben clutched Tina's ass while their tongues dueled. Lightning bolts of excitement flashed in his brain. He felt her hands working at his belt buckle, then the kiss ended and she sank to her knees on the floor in front of him. As he stared, wide-eyed, she fished his cock out of his pants and took it into her mouth.

When the girl's lips wrapped around his stiffening cock, Ben experienced sensations so exquisite he thought the top of his head was going to come off! This was something he never in his wildest dreams expected! He wondered if his office door was locked. The last thing he needed right now would be for the principal, or anyone else, to come walking in while Tina was giving him a blow-job!

Tina expertly caressed Ben's cock and balls with her her lips, tongue, and small hands. It didn't take long before she had him near the point of explosion. He found the idea of coming in her mouth exciting, but he decided he'd rather fuck her. He stood up and had her lay down on his sofa.

Ben was so excited his hands were trembling as he stripped Tina's jeans off. His pulse began pounding even harder when, as he stripped her clothes off, he learned that not only was she braless, she wore no panties, either. He fell to his knees and buried his face between her legs, tasting the tart wetness seeping from her puffy slit.

Tina groaned and her hands grabbed his ears and pulled his head against her as his mouth punished her pussy. Her hips squirmed and twisted on the slippery leather sofa and her legs clamped around his ears, locking him into her.

"Nnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Nnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" The teenager's groans of joy reached Ben, even though his ears were covered by her warm, soft thighs. "Eat meeeeee, Mr. Sanders!!! Suck my pussy!!! Nnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhh!!!! Oh, fuck!!! Oh, fuck!!! I'm gonna come!!! Oh, fuck, yeah!!! G-g-g-gahhhhh!!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

Ben hung on for dear life while the girl went wild in response what his lips and tongue were doing to her. He felt her muscles clenching and releasing as ecstasy raced through her. Pre-cum dripped from the tip of his painfully swollen cock.

When Tina finally calmed, her legs relaxed and released his head.

Ben looked Tina and she gazed back at him, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her mouth open, her eyes hot. She grabbed her T-shirt, pulled it over her head and dropped it on the floor. "Fuck me, Mr. Sanders!" she said. "I want your cock in me!"

Ben pushed his pants down, stepped out of them, then he fell between her splayed legs. Her hand gripped his cock and guided it to her pussy. She gasped when he drove into her.

"God!" Tina groaned. "I need that! I need it so bad!" Her hips pitched upward, welcoming him.

Ben, intensely aroused, lunged into her like a bull in heat. He drove her against the sofa savagely, making the it creak and her breasts jiggle. She wasn't tight, but plunging into her felt wonderful just the same. As he gazed down at her, he saw her hands go to her breasts, squeeze them, and pull at the nipples. Seeing that drove him even wilder. He'd never known anyone like her! His insides tightened, signaling his imminent release. "Tina, I have to come!" he groaned. "I can't wait!"

Tina looked up at him and nodded. "Yeahhhh!!! Give it to me, Mr. Sanders!" she cried. "I want it! Give me your hot stuff!!! Now!!! Now!!!"

"Eeeeahhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Take it!!! Take my come, Tina!!!!" Ben groaned, erupting powerfully. It felt as if he was spewing gallons of his hot fluids into the girl.

Tina's eyes were closed and her hands still clutched her breasts as she rocked against him. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Fuck!!!! Fuck!!! Fuck!!!! Fuck!!! Fuck!!! Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Damn!!! Damn!!! Uhhhhhhhhh!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" she cried, grinding her body against Ben's.

Spent, Ben laid on top of his newest student-lover and tried to get himself under control. He'd just had a sexual experience wilder than any he'd ever had!

Tina smiled up at him. "Wow!" she whispered breathlessly. "Jeez, Mr. Sanders, you're a helluva stud!"

Ben pulled his softening cock from the girl's still-quivering pussy. "You..." he gasped, "...you...aren't so bad yourself, Tina!"

"God, I needed that!" Tina whispered. "I was real horny and I don't date much. A lot of guys ain't interested in dating a girl who has a kid." She smiled at him. "If I'd known you did stuff like this here in the guidance office, I'd have come to see you a lot sooner than this!"

"Ah...this isn't a service I provide to just anyone," Ben said, returning her smile. "And...you know, it wouldn't be a very good idea if anyone found out exactly what...ah...services I provided for you."

Tina's hand wrapped around his cock. It had softened, and was wet and sticky, coated with their combined juices. "I get the message, Mr. Sanders," she said, giving his organ a gentle squeeze. "You don't have to worry. After what you done for me, I..." She slid off the sofa, onto her knees in front of him, and began licking and sucking his flaccid organ again.

Ben had never encountered a female who liked sucking cock as much as Tina seemed to. Delight swept over him and his cock began to swell once more. He grabbed the arm of the sofa and hung on as the young woman's head bobbed up and down on his swelling pole.

After sucking him and bringing him nearly to the point of explosion, Tina let the fleshy pole slide out of her mouth. She stood up and grinned down Ben, her eyes aflame. "Lay back, Mr. Sanders," she said softly.

Ben stretched out on his back on the sofa. Then, once more his cock disappeared into the girl's ravenous oral cavity. She did things to his balls with her hands that he'd never experienced before, or imagined could be done. It took only a short time before he was as ready to fuck her as he'd been when they first started.

Then Tina did something that thrilled him more than he believed it was possible to be thrilled. Bending over him, she let her hair fall onto his body. Then she began to move her head back and forth slowly, trailing her long, silken hair over his body.

Ben's hips arched upward. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Tina, oh, my, Goddddd!!!" he groaned.

"I knew you'd like that," he heard Tina say as her hair continued to caress and tantalize him. "It always drives guys wild when I do that."

Then once more her mouth engulfed his cock. She took more of him than he believed possible into her oral opening. He'd never been deep-throated before! It was unbelievable! As his rigid shaft moved in and out of her mouth, her teeth brushed the veined surface. Even the caress of her teeth felt wonderful!

Tina seemed to be able to sense just when Ben was about to come. When he reached that point, she would back off and let him calm down. Then she'd start again, playing with him, teasing him. Over and over she did it, bringing him to a level of pleasure he never dreamed was possible.

 "Enough of this," she murmured at last, her voice thick.

Ben's eyes were closed and skyrockets of joy were exploding in his mind. He couldn't watch what she was doing, not if he wanted to keep from coming! He felt the sofa sink and heard it creak as she got on it. Her leg slid over him, then once more his cock sank into warmth and wetness.

Ben gazed up at Tina, who was impaled on him. Her face was flushed and slack with passion and he was surprised how captivating she looked. She moved her hips and his cock lashed inside her. She leaned forward, supporting herself on her outstretched arms, her hands on his shoulders. Her breasts swung toward his face, her nipples long and hard.

Ben clasped the dangling mammaries, squeezed them together, and began lashing both distended tips with his tongue at the same time. He managed to get both of nipples in his mouth at the same time and began sucking them.

"Yeah, Mr. Sanders!!! Suck them!!! Suck my boobs!" Tina bawled. The movements of her hips grew more urgent. "God, I love that! It drives me crazy!"

It was driving Ben crazy, too. That and what her hips were doing to his cock! He arched his back, shoving his cock as far into her as it would go. Their pubic bones slammed together and once again the sofa creaked in protest as they fought a joyous battle of passion.

"That's it!!! Harder!!! Harder!!! Slam it to me, Mr. Sanders!!!" Tina groaned, bouncing up and down on him. "Make me come!!! Make me come again!!! Yeahhhhhhhhh!!!! Yeahhhhhhhhh!!!! Now!!! Now!!! Now!!! Now!!! Now!!! Nowwwwwwwwwwww!!!!! Nowwwwwwwww!!!! Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! Nowwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!"

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Oh, God, Tina!!! Nowwwwwwwww!!!!!!! Yeahhhhh!!!!!!" Ben cried and exploded, undergoing sensations so exquisite they were almost painful.

Tina collapsed on top of him and lay there, breathing evenly, not saying anything nor moving.

"Tina?" Ben said softly. No response. He was concerned. Why wasn't she responding? "Tina!" he said, a little louder. He shook her shoulder.

Tina opened her eyes and gazed at him, looking startled. "Wha..." she muttered. She raised her head, looked down at him, and grinned. "Damn!" she said, "I musta passed out! Jesus, Mr. Sanders, can you ever fuck!"

"You aren't half bad yourself Tina," Ben replied as he felt his softening cock slip from her.

"That tickled," Tina giggled. She pushed herself erect, then she slid off of him. "Damn!" she exclaimed, sounding awed. "That don't usually happen to me. Passing out when I come, I mean. Man, you sure can use that cock of yours!"

Ben sat up, slid around so he was sitting next to her, and put his arm around her. She laid her head on his shoulder. "I'm glad I was able to satisfy you," he said.

"Hell, I'm the one who's glad!" Tina replied. She squeezed his again-limp cock with her fingers. "What time is it?" she asked.

Ben checked his watch and told her.

"Damn..." Tina exclaimed. She jumped to her feet and began searching for her clothes. "I gotta get my ass moving. I'm supposed to pick up my kid at my sister's place in ten minutes. If I'm late, she's gonna have a shit fit!" She looked around. "You got something in here I can clean up with?"

Ben showed her his private bath. Tina went in, wiped herself off, then slipped into her clothes. Still naked, Ben sat on the sofa watching her.

When she was dressed, Tina walked over, knelt on the sofa, put her arms around Ben, and kissed him. "Thanks, Mr. Sanders," she said softly. "For everything."

"Thank you, Tina," he replied, giving her a hug.

She pulled out of his arms and started for the door. Before she went out, she turned. "You think, maybe, we can do this again some time?" she asked. She shuddered. "God, I can't remember the last time I was fucked that good!"

"Any time you want," he replied. "Maybe next time we can find someplace more comfortable."

Tina smiled and nodded. "I'd really like that," she said, then she was gone.

Ben cleaned himself up, then got dressed, went back to his desk and tried to work.



The User Ch. 09



"Can I talk to you Mrs. Atherton?" Eileen Dumas asked her employer. Eileen had been the Atherton's maid for years, but this was the first time she'd ever dared go to a member of the family about a personal problem. It was easier for her to do that now because the new Mrs. William P. Atherton, III, was from the same economic background Eileen was. Before her marriage to "Young Mr. William," as Eileen thought of him, Arlene had been a waitress.

"Of course you can, Eileen," Arlene replied, noting the obvious concern on the maid's face. "Why don't we get some coffee, then you can tell me what's wrong."

Eileen got two cups of coffee, then she and Arlene sat down at a small table in the kitchen.

"It's my daughter, Cynthia," Eileen said.

"What's she doing?" Arlene asked. She knew the maid had a daughter who'd been born late in life, and that her employee was having problems dealing with the child now that she'd become an adolescent.

Eileen shrugged. "It isn't so much what she's doing, it's, well..." She took a deep breath. "I guess I better start from the beginning. She was doing really well in school, she was popular, and she had a boyfriend. Then her boyfriend broke up with her and she was pretty depressed for a while. She told me she was talking with Mr. Sanders, in the guidance office at the high school, and she actually seemed to get a lot better. Her schoolwork had slipped, but it improved and she seemed a lot happier. I thought, maybe, she was over the hump, you know?"

"It sounds like this Mr. Sanders did a good job with her," Arlene said.

Eileen nodded. "I thought so, too," she said. "But I'm starting to wonder. The last week or two, Cynthia seems to be slipping back into depression again. She mopes around the house all the time and cries a lot. She never goes anywhere, she doesn't hang out with any of her old friends, and she isn't dating, either."

"That does sound like the depression's coming back. Have you tried talking to her?" Arlene asked.

The maid nodded. "Yes," she said, "but she says there's nothing I can do." She looked at Arlene. "I'm scared, ma'am, I'm really scared. I mean, Cynthia can be pretty wild sometimes, but she's a good girl, basically."

"My parents could have said exactly the same thing about me when I was a teenager," Arlene thought. "Have you called Mr. Sanders?" she asked.

The maid nodded. "I tried, ma'am," she replied, "but he wasn't in. I left a message with his secretary that I needed to talk to him, but he hasn't gotten back to me yet." She looked at Arlene, her eyes red. "Ma'am, I...I don't know what to do," she said. "I...I'm scared. I'm afraid, if Cynthia gets any more depressed..." She put her face in her hands and began to sob.

Arlene rubbed her friend's back and put her arms around her. "I'm not sure what good it will do, but I think I'll have a talk with William about this," she said softly. "He's on the supervisory board for the work-study program at the high school, and I believe he knows Mr. Sanders. Maybe he can do something to help."

"I...I'd like that," Eileen said. "I'm really sorry to be bothering you with this, ma'am."

"Don't be silly," Arlene said. "We're friends. If we can't help each other, who can?"

After Eileen went back to doing the laundry, Arlene called her husband's office and told his secretary to let William know she'd be stopping by for lunch because there was something important she needed to talk with him about.

After that she went upstairs and selected an outfit to wear for her lunch date with her husband. What she finally decided on was a calf-length black flower print dress that had long sleeves with ruffled cuffs. The dress clung to her upper body, and had a loose, flowing skirt. It had buttons up the front and a zipper in back.

Under the dress Arlene wore dark stockings with lacy tops that needed no garter belt, a lacy black bra, and matching thong bikini. As she finished dressing, she smiled. Her husband should like her outfit.

 William's receptionist, Selena, smiled when Arlene arrived. She told Arlene her husband was expecting her. Arlene walked to the door to her husband's office, opened it, and entered her husband's office.

William greeted her at the door. He closed it, pulled his wife into his arms and kissed her, his tongue pushing between her lips. His hands cupped her buttocks and he pulled her against him.

When the kiss ended, Arlene leaned back and looked up at her husband. "William!" she gasped. "We...we shouldn't be acting like this in your office!"

"Why not?" he asked innocently.

"Somebody might come in!" Arlene said.

"Nobody gets by my palace guard," her husband said, referring to his very stern secretary. "If I tell Selena I don't want to be disturbed, she won't let anyone in, even the President of the United States..." He chuckled. "Or my father."

"Oh," Arlene said. She laid her head on her husband's chest and hugged him. Then she stepped out of his arms. "There's something I wanted to talk with you about," she said. She walked to his window and looked out over Jamestown. William had a fantastic view from his office.

Her husband walked up behind her, reached around her, cupped her breasts in his hands, pulled her against him. He began to kiss the skin exposed by the wide neckline of her dress.

Arlene felt desire surging through her and her legs began to tremble. "William," she said weakly, "not here. We...we shouldn't be doing this here."

"Why not?" he asked, kissing and nibbling at her ear, sliding his hands up and down her sides, driving her wild.

"Somebody...Ohhhhh!!!!...somebody might...Ahhhhh!!!...come in!" Arlene murmured. She had trouble talking because his hands were caressing her breasts, making the nipples stiffen, and sending exquisite feelings flashing through her.

"You know, I've always wanted to seduce a sexy woman in my office," William whispered in her ear. "And you're the sexiest woman I know. Don't worry, we won't be disturbed."

The touch of her husband's hands on her breasts, through her dress and bra, spread sensations through Arlene's body that weren't going to be denied. She leaned back against her husband, and felt his erection nudging her bottom.

Holding her around the waist, William moved them to his big desk. He lifted his wife and sat her on his massive, carved mahogany desk.

"William! What are you doing?" Arlene asked.

"Just what I said I was going to do," he replied. "I'm living my fantasy. I'm seducing a beautiful woman in my office." He sat down in his big leather chair and moved it so they were facing each other.

Arlene was trembling with anticipation. "William, this...this is crazy!" she giggled nervously.

"Maybe," William said. He smiled up at her. "But I have a feeling you're going to love it."

He unbuttoned the dress, then slid his hands inside it and gently cupped her breasts. Then he began rubbing his thumbs back and forth over his wife's erect nipples.

"Ahhhhh!!!!!" Arlene groaned. Primal sensations ripped through her, flooding downward into her groin.

"Do you like that, my dear?" William asked.

"Oh, yessss!!!" Arlene responded. William really was making love to her in his office! In the middle of day!

"Let's get this dress out of the way," William said. He took his hands from her breasts and pushed the dress down over her shoulders. Arlene saw her husband smile when he saw her lacy black underthings.

"I liked the dress, but I like what's under it even more," William said. His hands resumed caressing her breasts. After a few moments, he opened her bra and stripped it from her. He bent forward and his lips touched his wife's breasts.

"Oh!!! Ohhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Arlene moaned. She pulled her husband's head against her. "Yes, darling!! Oh, yess!!! Suck them!!! Touch meeeee!!!!" The few reservations she had about making love in his office were swept away by desire. She wanted to make love with her husband in his office!

William took his lips from her breasts, leaving her wet nipples to cool in the air. He slid her stockings down, gently pulling the filmy covering from each leg. Then he began caressing her legs gently. The only clothing Arlene still had on were the tiny black bikinis. She felt unbelievably wanton, sitting virtually nude on her husband's desk in the ornate, formal surroundings of his office.

William continued to caress his wife's legs. His soft, gentle touch, as always, turned Arlene on. It never failed to surprise her how gentle her husband was when they made love. He was a big man, but he was the tenderest man she'd ever known. Up and down her inner thighs his hands slid, insistent, searching. She leaned back and supported herself on her outstretched arms.

"Please, William!" Arlene murmured, "Touch me, darling!!! Touch meeeee!!!"

William's finger trailed over the silken material covering his wife's vagina. He hooked his finger in the edge of the thin strip of cloth and pulled it aside. Then he began to slide his finger up and down between her lust-slick labia.

Arlene couldn't keep her hips from squirming on the smooth top of William's desk. "William, I...I need to come!!!" she begged. "Darling, please make me come! Please!" She felt his warm breath on her middle, then his lips and tongue touched her center. Bright lights of bliss began flashing in her mind when he began to burrow his mouth against her vagina. His tongue probed into her, then pulled out and swept up through her vaginal opening, and he lashed her clit.

"Ohhhhhhh!!!! Yesssssss!!!!" Arlene cried, "That's it, William!!!! That's itttttt!!!!! Oh, God!!!! Oh, Godddddddd!!!!!" Her hips began thrusting against her husband's face. She felt his hands gripping her hips while his tongue lashed her. Exquisite sensations swept through her.

"Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!! Darling!!! Oh, darling!!!! Yessss!!! Yessss!!!!" Arlene groaned when her orgasm exploded. "I'm commmmingggg!!!! Oh, darling!!!! I'm commmminnnnnnggggggg!!!!! Oh, yesssssss!!!! Oh, yesssssssssssssssssssssss!!!!!"

When, at last, her orgasm began to wane and her ability to think returned, Arlene realized her husband's hands were no longer on her hips, although his lips and tongue were still sending waves of delight coursing through her. Then those wonderful caresses stopped, too.

She felt William tugging her bottom toward the edge of the desk and opened her eyes. He was standing in front of her, naked from the waist down. His erection jutted out in front of him. Still experiencing occasional eruptions of joy, she allowed herself to be pulled closer to him.

Once he had Arlene at the edge of his desk, William took hold of his erection and swept the tip up and down between his wife's labia. Then, unable to wait any longer, he positioned the tip at her opening and, slowly, he began to push his rigid pole into her.

Arlene couldn't believe how wonderful it felt. She'd barely stopped coming, and now, as her husband's rock-hard cock began filling her, she felt the feelings inside her reverse course. Instead of calming down, she was getting turned on again!

Once he had entered his wife all the way, William began moving his hips, sliding his erection in and out of his wife's body. He was as turned on as he'd ever been. This was one of the most exciting things he'd ever done, and it thrilled him even more because he'd thought of it.

Arlene, also excited by the naughtiness of what they were doing, felt herself starting to ascend the slopes of pleasure once more. "Oh, William!!!! she burbled while her husband continued to plunge his swollen penis into her, "Ohhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhh!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhh!!!!"

The intercom buzzer sounded and William stopped moving and straightened up. With his erection still lodged in his wife, he reached out and picked up the phone.

"Ah...yes, Selena?" he said, then listened. "I understand, it's all right. I suppose I should take it." He held his hand over the mouthpiece and looked down at Arlene. "It's my father. Selena said he insisted on talking with me. This won't take long. I'll get rid of him." He pushed a button. "Hello...father..."

Arlene, feeling devilish, lifted her legs, wrapped them around her husband's waist, and began to rock her hips. She could feel his meaty shaft moving in her vagina.

William realized quickly what his wife was doing, but wasn't sure what he could do about it. If she hadn't locked her legs around him, he'd have pulled out of her, but he couldn't do that now! "Ahhhh, yes, father!" he said, "I'll...ahhh...get right on thaaat!" He was having a very difficult time talking coherently. His hips, too, began moving, driving his rod into his wife.

"I'lll...ahhh...contact themmmm as soon as I'm off the phone with you, father!!" William gasped, his voice growing more and more strained. "I promise you, just as soon as...I...I...finish...I'll...ahhhh...let you...ummmmm...know...ahhh...what I...uhhh...did!!!!"

Arlene, who was by now extremely close to coming, found herself really enjoying this. The fact that William's staid father had interrupted them and turned their mid-day romantic interlude into an even bigger prank added to the thrills she was experiencing.

"OK, Father...Ayeee'll...Ahhhh!!!!...call you...Ahhh!!!!...later!" Arlene heard William say. Then, finally, he put down the phone. He clamped his hands around her waist and began hauling her against him, thrusting into her powerfully, sliding her back and forth on the highly-polished desktop.

"Wuhhhhhhh!!!!! Wuhhhhh!!! Oh, God!!! My beautiful woman!!! Ohhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhh!!!!! Take ittttttt!!!! Take ittttttt!!!!" William cried, then he exploded into her.

"Yesssssssss!!!!!! Yessssssss!!!! Me, toooooo!!! Me, tooooo!!!!" Arlene moaned as a powerful orgasm overwhelmed her. "William!!!! William!!!! Oh, God, William!!!!! That feels so gooooddddd!!! So gooooooddddddddd!!!! Oh, yessssssss!!!! Oh, yessssssss!!!!!!"

Afterward, they snuggled in his big, comfortable leather chair.

"We got your suit all wrinkled," Arlene giggled.

"No problem, I've got another one in the closet," William replied. "You know, you really are corrupting me. I'd have never thought about doing something like this before I met you."

"Yeah, I know," Arlene said. She kissed him, "I am turning you into a very bad boy, aren't I?" She giggled softly. "Of course, you were the one who started this."

"I know," William said, chuckling. "And of all times for Father to call! God! I wonder what he thought was wrong with my voice?"

"You better not tell him," Arlene replied, smiling. "He'd have a stroke if he knew."

"Would he ever!" William said. "What was it you wanted to talk to me about?"

"Oh, yes," Arlene said. "I..." She felt herself blushing furiously. "I forgot that was why I really came down here. Eileen talked to me this morning, about her daughter, Cynthia..." She went on to relate her discussion with the maid to William.

"I'll give Ben Sanders a call this afternoon and ask him to look into it," William told her.

"Before or after you call your father back?" Arlene giggled.

"Probably after," William replied, blushing just as furiously as Arlene had earlier. "God!" he continued, "You don't think Father had any idea what we were doing, do you?"

"How could he?" Arlene asked. "He'd never in his life consider doing what we did, so I'm sure it would never occur to him that someone else would."

"I hope you're right," William said. He kissed her.

Their pleasant interlude had to end. William had work to finish and Arlene had errands to run. She cleaned up in the bathroom attached to his office, got dressed, and left.

After finishing her errands, Arlene went home. Eileen was just about to leave. "William said he'd call Mr. Sanders and ask him to talk with Cynthia," Arlene told the maid.

"Thank you, ma'am," Eileen said. "I...I really do appreciate what you've tried to do to help me."

"I just hope William's phone call proves helpful," Arlene said.

"Me, too, ma'am," Eileen replied.



The User Ch. 10



"I'll look into it right away, Mr. Atherton," Ben Sanders said. Then, frowning, he slammed the phone in his office down. The one thing he had feared ever since he began having sexual relationships with female students was that, somehow, other people would ask questions about what was going on.

William Atherton's call didn't seem in any way to indicate that Atherton was suspicious Ben was doing anything untoward with Cynthia Dumas, but it was upsetting just the same. He had to talk to Cynthia today and get her to understand she was jeopardizing things by acting the way she was.

He walked out into the hallway between classes and found Cynthia. He took her aside. "You and I need to have a talk," he told the girl.

"I've got the next period free, Mr. Sanders," Cynthia said.

"No," Ben told her. "I have an appointment. Can you come over to my apartment after school?"

Cynthia, who had been longing for just such an invitation, could barely contain her feelings of elation. "Of...of course I can," she replied.

"All right, I'll be waiting for you," Ben said.

When the school day ended, Ben drove home and walked into his apartment. He wasn't sure exactly how to handle this situation. He didn't want to risk making Cynthia any more upset than she already was, so being stern with her probably wasn't smart. On the other hand, he had to get her to understand that she needed to be more careful. He went into his living room, turned on the TV, and sat down to watch the news until the pretty teenager arrived.

He hadn't been home long when he heard someone knocking at the back door. He got up, went to the door, and opened it.

"Hi, Mr. Sanders," Cynthia said.

Ben looked at Cynthia, who, as always, looked extremely desirable. He realized she was dressed differently now than she'd been in school. She must have gone home and changed before coming over to his place. Now she was wearing a color-coordinated pale green outfit which looked stupendous against her deeply tanned smooth skin.

The top was wide-necked and loose and ended just above the waist of her slacks, exposing a strip of smooth, tan belly. Her budding breasts tented the top. A thin white bra strap peeked out from the edge of one of the top's shoulder straps.

Her slacks were the same color as the top and were cinched at the waist, but they were loose enough so they only hinted at the finely shaped bottom and legs they covered. A good figure was necessary to make the outfit look good, and Cynthia had a super figure.

The young woman walked past him, into the kitchen. As she passed him, Ben smelled a soft, fruity scent, either from shampoo or perfume he guessed. She moved gracefully across the kitchen, heading for the living room. Ben swallowed hard as he watched the globes of her well-formed bottom move in her soft, clinging slacks.

Ben followed her into the living room and they stood next to each other. When he invited her over, he planned to talk with her, to resolve the problem that had arisen, but instead of doing that, he bent and kissed her.

When his lips touched Cynthia's, shocks of delight arced through his body. Her lips were so soft, so warm. His hands, moving as if they had a life of their own, slid around her waist.

"Ohhh!! Mr. Sanders!!" Cynthia giggled, her warm skin rippling as his fingers slid over her. "Your hands are cold!"

Her arms snaked around his neck, her lips pressed against his and parted. Her tongue probed his lips, thrilling Ben with sensations he didn't want to. His tongue slid into her mouth and lashed hers.

Finally, because they needed air, the kiss ended. The lovely teen leaned back in his arms, looking at him, her perfect features flushed, her chest heaving.

"Cynthia..." Ben said. "We have to talk about something."

"What?" Cynthia asked. She pressed her hips against Ben's middle and rotated them slowly. "Wouldn't you rather make love to me than talk?"

Ben thought for a minute, then he smiled. There was plenty of time for them to talk later. "Of course," he replied. The insistent movement of her hips was getting him very aroused. The girl continued to cling to him and grind her body against his.

Ben released her and sank into his chair. Cynthia sat on the arm of the chair. The proximity of her warm, young body continued to stoke the fires of passion already smoldering inside him.

Cynthia was determined to make sure Mr. Sanders understood how she felt about him and had decided she would do whatever it took to accomplish that. She reached into his lap and caressed his swollen cock for a few moments. She really liked the way he gasped and twitched when she did that. Then she got up, her eyes shining, and knelt on the floor in front of the guidance counselor. With trembling hands, she opened his belt and the clasp at the waist of his pants.

Ben, surprised by how aggressive Cynthia was acting, heard the zipper of his slacks buzz down, then he felt her hand slide inside his shorts and tug out his swollen shaft.

"God, Mr. Sanders, you do want me, don' t you?" the young woman murmured. Her eyes were wide and her face was flushed. Her warm hands began to move lightly over the veined surface of the swollen shaft she was holding.

"Ohhhh, Cynthia!!! Oh, Godddd!!!" Ben groaned, squirming in his leather chair. The sensations she was giving him were unbelievable!

A glistening drop of pre-cum oozed from the slitted tip of the straining shaft. "Jeezum, Mr. Sanders, it's spitting!" Cynthia giggled. She massaged the fluid into the flared purple tip, and felt Mr. Sanders quiver.

"Ahhhh!!!!" Ben groaned. "If...if you...keep that up, Cynthia, it's...Ahhhhh!!! ...really going to spit!!"

"Does it feel good when I do this?" the teenager asked. Her hands continued to move up and down over his swollen pole. She was delighted by how obviously turned on Mr. Sanders was.

"Jesus, yes!!!" Ben whimpered. "Oh, yessss!!!" His pulse was pounding and there was so much sexual tension built up inside him he was afraid the top of his head would come off.

"Unnnnhhhhh!!!" Ben cried when Cynthia bent and kissed the flared tip of his swollen cock. "Ohhhhhh!!!! Oh, God, Cynthia!!! Oh, God!!!" He desperately tried to find something he could think of which would distract him from the incredible sensations shooting into his body as a result of the gorgeous teen-ager's caresses.

"Ahhhhh!!!" he groaned when she again licked the tip of his cock. Then she swirled her tongue around and down over his super-sensitive flesh. He laid his head back on the chair and closed his eyes, still desperately trying to tone down the powerful sensations rocking him. It didn't work. A picture of Cynthia's lovely mouth and tongue working on his cock flashed behind his tightly closed eyes, driving him wild.

When warmth and wetness engulfed the head of his cock, Ben realized the girl had taken his erection into her mouth! Her tender lips were wrapped around him and her tongue teased the tip and poked into the tiny, slitted opening there.

"Agggggghhhhhh!!!!! Unnnnhhhhhhh!!!!" Ben groaned. He was afraid he'd rip the fabric off the arms of his chair, he was pulling on it so hard.

Slowly, Cynthia slid her lips slid down and let his shaft enter her mouth. Somehow, she managed to get all of him in her.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!  Ahhhhhh!!!!" Ben cried. Shock waves of ecstasy continued to thud through him. He couldn't stop trembling.

Then, ever so slowly, Cynthia dragged her mouth upward, until only the tip of Mr. Sanders' cock remained between her lips. She heard his impassioned cries and felt him trembling, and was glad. After this he'd know now how much she cared for him!

"Cynthia!!!! Oh, Cynthia!" Ben babbled, "that feels so incredible! You better stop, I'm going to come!" He finally looked down and saw the most erotic scene he'd ever viewed. His cock was between the pretty teenager's luscious lips and she had a wild look in her eyes.

"Cynthia!!! I'm going to come!!!" Ben cried, "If you keep that up, I won't be able to stop myself!!!!" He closed his eyes again. He simply couldn't continue to look!

The warmth left his cock and it stood there, cooling in the air, while Cynthia caressed it with her hands.

Ben looked down again and saw Cynthia looking up at him, her lips shiny. "So?" she asked.  A smile brightened her face. "If you have to come, go ahead," she told him. Immediately after saying that, she bent and took his cock into her mouth again. She began moving her head up and down rapidly.

"Oh, Jesus, Cynthia!!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!! Aggggghhhhhhhh!!!!" Ben cried when, at last, the tension in his groin reached the bursting point and ecstasy rushed through him, shaking him as he'd never been shaken before. He felt his cock begin to pulse, then it exploded spurt after powerful spurt of his hot, viscous cream into the teenager's mouth.

"Ohhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhh!!!!! Annnnnhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Ben cried. Cynthia kept doing what she was doing until the fantastic feelings began to ebb and his erection began to soften.

Ben watched her as she continued to work on him. His penis was limp, but it was still between the pretty girl's lips.

Finally, Cynthia looked up at him, her eyes bright. She let the limp fleshy tube slide slowly out of her mouth. Her face was shiny with his juices. She licked her lips.

"I loved it!" the lovely teen exclaimed. "God, Mr. Sanders, that was awesome! I wasn't sure I could do it, but I did! I loved it! You taste so good!"

Ben reached down, grabbed her under her arms, and lifted her onto his lap facing him. She snuggled against him and their lips met.

"Cynthia, that was wonderful!" Ben told her when the kiss ended. "You are really something!"

"Did you really like it?" Cynthia asked. "You're not just saying that, are you?"

"I certainly do I mean it!" Ben replied. "I've never meant anything more!"

Cynthia lay cuddled in Ben's and he slid his hands up her back, under her loose top. He could feel her muscles move under her skin as his hand traveled over it.

"Ohhhh, Mr. Sanders!!!" Cynthia whispered, "It feels so neat when you touch me like that!!"

"I think..." Ben mused as his hands moved over her incredibly smooth skin, "...it's time I did something to make you feel good, too."

"Ohhhhh!!!" Cynthia cooed and squirmed against him. "I hoped you'd say that!"

"Let's go to bed," Ben said. He kissed her neck and shoulders and his hands cupped and squeezed her firm breasts. He could feel her nipples begin to harden through her flimsy bra. As he caressed her, a soft moan came from the girl and a shudder went through her.

Cynthia slipped out of his arms and they both stood up. Ben's pants fell around his ankles. He stepped out of them and scooped the young woman up in his arms. Her arms went around his neck, and her head fell against his shoulder.

Ben carried the aroused teenager into his bedroom and set her on her feet next to the bed. He lifted the hem of her blouse and the girl raised her arms so he could pull the garment over her head.

Ben trailed his fingers up and down Cynthia's arms lightly, and watched goose bumps rise on her skin. He pulled her against him, feeling her warmth radiating through the T-shirt he still wore as she snuggled into his arms. He cupped her chin, tilted her face up, and covered her soft lips with his.

Ben released the girl from his embrace, peeled his T-shirt off, then he sat on the bed and undid the snap at the waist of her slacks. The loose garment slid down easily over her finely-shaped hips and legs and puddled at her feet.

Ben gazed at Cynthia and his breath caught in his throat. Two tiny pieces of silky, lacy white cloth covered her swelling breasts, revealing her distended nipples. Another tiny triangle of lacy white covered her groin.

"Cynthia, you are a vision of loveliness!" Ben said, awed. "I've never seen anyone lovelier."

A beautiful flush spread over the young woman's beauteous body.

"Turn around," Ben said. Slowly, Cynthia did. As she turned, he stroked her soft skin. When her back was to him, he undid her bra clasp, then he pushed the straps off her shoulders. She shrugged slightly and the lacy item floated to the floor. Next he took hold of her panties and slid them down her superb legs.

"You are too beautiful for words, Cynthia," Ben cooed when she again was facing him. Cynthia's face was pink, her eyes were wide, and her chest was moving in and out rapidly. Her breasts were as close to perfect as any Ben had ever seen.  Each tip was covered by a dark, brownish-red circle, out of which jutted a large, succulent nipple.

Ben tenderly wrapped his shaking hands around the swollen orbs on Cynthia's chest and squeezed them gently. Then he brushed his thumbs over the rigid, rubbery tips.

"Ohhhhhh!!!!!" Cynthia moaned and began to tremble.

"Are you all right?" Ben asked.

"Yessssss!!!! Oh yessssss!!!" came Cynthia's sibilant reply. "It...it feels so good!!! My...my legs feel funny!"

Ben laid her gently on the bed and knelt next to her. He leaned over her and captured one rigid nipple between his lips. At the same time, he commenced an exploration of her body, his hands moving lightly over her satiny skin. Soft gasps and groans issued from her as his hands and lips roved over her.

"Ohhhh!!!! Mr. Sanders!!!" Cynthia murmured. "You're making me feel all...all funny inside!"

Touching her made Ben feel all funny inside, too. Her skin felt like the smoothest velvet. Ben let his kisses move across the underslopes of Cynthia's proud orbs, onto her abdomen. Down he moved, tasting her, savoring her with his lips and tongue. He arrived at her navel and paused to lick it with his tongue. She sucked in her belly.

Cynthia's back arched. "Ohhhhhh!!!!" she groaned, "Mr. Sanders!!! Yesssss!!!! yesssss!!!! Oh, God!!! That feels so good!!!"

Downward Ben's lips continued to travel. At the same time, his hands stroked her soft, damp, pubic hair, then they slid between her legs, pressed them apart, and caressed the velvety skin of her inner thighs.

"Ahhhhhh!!!" Cynthia moaned. Her hips began to thrust upward. "I can't stand it!!! It feels too...Tooooo...Goooooooodddddd!!!!"

Her pubic hair was sparse and soft, barely covering the Vee between her divine legs. Ben kissed and licked along the verge of her silken forest while his hand slid between her legs and his finger began exploring her her satiny labia.

"Ohhhhhh!!!! Yessssss!!!!! Touch me, Mr. Sanders!!!! Touch meeeeee!!!!!" Cynthia groaned, thrusting her hips upward.

Ben moved between the girl's legs and kissed her rippling lower belly, then he let his lips move slowly through her pubic hair, onto the petal-like pink lips of her pussy.

"Ohhhhhh!!!! Goddddddd!!!! Agggggghhhhhhh!!!! That feels so wild!!!" Cynthia groaned.

Ben dragged his stiffened tongue between her puffy lips and tasted the juices flowing from her. His exploring tongue happened onto her clit and she reacted as if she'd gotten an electric shock.

"Wow!!! Oh wow!!! Ahhhhh!!!!! Ahhh!!!!! Uhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhh!!!" the lust-maddened teenager cried, her body moving wildly, "That feels tooo gooodddd!!!! Ahhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhh!!!!!"

While the girl's body writhed, Ben clutched her taut buttocks in his hands and kept his face buried in her muff. He kept licking, sucking and letting his tongue lash her clit.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!! I can't stand it!!!! Don't stop!!!!! Don't stop!!!! Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!" Cynthia screamed, "Oh, Godddddd!!!! Ahhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

Ben continued licking and sucking the young woman until her frantic movements began to slow. When her legs relaxed and released his head from the warm velvety trap it had been in, he looked up and saw her lying on the bed, flushed, her gorgeous chest rising and falling evenly, her eyes closed.

Ben slid up next to Cynthia and took her in his arms. She opened her eyes and looked at him. "Your face is all wet, Mr. Sanders," she giggled.

"What are you going to do about it?" Ben asked.

"This," she said, and she began to lick her juices from his face. "Ohhh!" she said, "Is that what I taste like?"

"Yes, it is," Ben replied. "Do you like it?"

"I taste good," Cynthia said after she finished cleaning his face off with her tongue.

"You certainly do," Ben agreed.

Cynthia made a thrilling discovery when she pressed against him. His newly risen cock was pressing against her soft belly. "You're hard again!" she exclaimed. 

Ben nodded. "It does feel that way, doesn't it?" he said.

They began to make love again. Their hands moved over the other's body, touching, caressing, exploring; re-kindling the fires of passion.

Ben kissed Cynthia's breasts, sucking the nipples and as much of each breast as he could into his mouth. Once more he felt the teenager tremble and heard her groan while he lavished attention on her breasts.

Cynthia's lips found his nipples, and she began licking and sucking them, driving Ben wild. Her hand slid between them and she grasped his swollen cock. "My God, I can't believe how big you are!" she exclaimed.

"The better to fuck you with, my dear," Ben said and kissed her.

"Oh yessss!!!! Yesssss!!!!" Cynthia whimpered. She clutched his erection more tightly. "I want you in me so bad!"

Ben rolled on top of her, supporting most of his weight on his straightened arms. His cock rubbed through her wet furrow as she pressed her hips upward, beginning the motions of intercourse.

"Please, Mr. Sanders!!! Please!!!" Cynthia begged. She kept thrusting herself at him. "Put it in me! Please put it in me!! Don't make me wait! Please. Mr. Sanders!"

Ben raised his hips and the tip of his cock slid down between her labia. Slowly, he began to press himself into her.

"Oh, God, Mr. Sanders!!! Oh, God!!!" Cynthia cried. "You're so big!!! You're splitting meeee!!!!" Her legs came up, locked around the guidance counselor's hips and she arched herself off the bed, pressing herself against him. "Don't stop!!!! Don't ever stop!!!!" she cried as more and more of his swollen pole sank into her.

Finally, Ben's human sword was hilted fully in Cynthia's fluttering hot scabbard. He stopped moving, afraid he'd come, and waited. When he managed to yank himself back from the brink of orgasm, he raised his hips, pulling his cock from her spasming, clutching cave until only the tip remained in her. Then he pushed back into her slowly, enjoying the frenetic feelings flooding through him. Slowly, he continued to stroke in and out, fighting for control every minute.

With each thrust, Cynthia's responses grew more ardent. Before long, her hips were rocking wildly as passion blossomed in her lovely body. She was tearing at him with her hands.

"Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!! It's....It's, it's happeninnnngggg!!!!!! Uh!!! Uhhhh!!! It's happeninnngggg againnnnn!!! Don't stop!!!! Ahhhhhh!!!! Don't stop!!! Ohhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhh!!!" Cynthia cried as she plummeted into a whirling, abyss of sexual joy.

Ben kept plunging into Cynthia as her body strained against his. Her spasming opening rippled on his thrusting cock. It was too much! He could wait no longer. "Yeahhhhhhhhhh!!!! Oh, Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" he groaned when his fluids erupted from his throbbing cock, filling her. "Yessssss!!! Take it!!!!"

"Ohhhhh, yesssssss!!!!" Cynthia wailed. She clung to him and her body came alive all over, as his eruption triggered more frenzy in her. "So gooooodddd!!! So gooooddddd!!! Yesssssss!!!! Ahhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhh!!!"

Slowly, the overpowering feelings they were sharing began to flag. Their frantic motions slowed and eventually, they lay, locked in each other's arms, spent. Ben withdrew his softening penis from the young woman's vagina and rolled on his side next to her. Cynthia reached out her hand, grasped his, and lay next to him, silent except for her steady breathing.




The User Ch. 10



Ben finally rolled on his side and looked at the lovely teenager who lay there, her head on the pillow, looking at him with such emotion he was shaken. Maybe he made a mistake seducing her. It looked as if she might be getting emotionally involved with him, which was the last thing he wanted.

Cynthia smiled at him. "You really do care about me, don't you, Mr. Sanders?" she said.

"I don't think I need to tell you that, do I?" Ben replied. The tone of adoration in her voice added to his concern.

Cynthia reached out her hand and stroked his face. "I can't get over how good you make me feel," she said softly. "I...I was scared because I...I thought you...you didn't want to...to see me any more."

Ben wasn't exactly sure how to respond to her. She was reading a lot more into their relationship than he wanted her to. "Cynthia, you have to understand," he said, "I...I care about you, and I think what we share is wonderful, too. But I'm also very busy, and I have to be careful. You know what could happen if people found out about us, don't you?"

Cynthia nodded. "I guess so," she said, "And I didn't tell anybody. It was just that I was afraid you were mad at me, that maybe you didn't want to see me any more, you know?"

Ben wasn't sure how to reply. "Cynthia, you have to trust me," he said, finally. "I do care about you, and I'm not going to stop seeing you. I'm just trying to keep what we're doing from being so noticeable. If people get suspicious, there could be an investigation. If we were caught, I could get fired. I could even go to jail."

Cynthia kissed him. "I'm sorry," she said. "I promise I'll try to keep our secret better. I won't make any more trouble for you, Mr. Sanders. Honest! It...it would kill me if you went to jail on account of me."

Ben relaxed a bit. She did seem to understand the need for continued secrecy. On the other hand, if she was getting emotionally involved, that could lead to serious trouble. What was he going to do about that? This was a problem he hadn't anticipated.

Cynthia kissed him again. "I've got to go home soon, and I don't want to waste any more time talking," she said. She pushed Ben onto his back and her lips and hands began moving over his body, quickly setting him aflame with need again. It wasn't long before she had his cock hard and throbbing.

"This time you fuck me, Cynthia," Ben said. "Get on top, ride my cock!"

Cynthia seated herself on his thighs, then she slid up, trapping his fleshy shaft between them, pressing it against his belly. She rocked her hips, rubbing the lips of her vagina against the underside of the swollen shaft.

Ben cupped her buttocks and felt her muscles move as she slid her humid gash against his cock.

"Ohhhhhh!!!" Cynthia groaned. "I like this! This is kinda neat!"

"Put it in," Ben said. "It will feel even neater!"

Cynthia raised her hips, reached between them and centered the tip of his throbbing pole in her opening. Then she lowered herself onto his rigid lance and as she did, her face went slack with passion.

"Yesssss!!!! Yesssss!!!!" Cynthia groaned as, once more, Mr. Sanders' cock filled her. "Oh, God, Mr. Sanders! That's soooo good!!" She began to rock her hips and awesome feelings began to fill her again. She sat upright and Mr. Sanders grabbed her breasts and began thumbing the rigid nipples. Even more delight swept through her.

"Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!! Yessssss!!! Yesssss!!!" she wailed. The movements of her hips grew more frantic. "Oh...Yessss!!!! Oh...Yesssss!!!!"

"Fuck me, Cynthia!" Ben said, watching as a flush of passion spread over her face. "Fuck me, sweet thing!"

"Ahhhh!!!! Ahhhhhh!!!!" Cynthia groaned. She continued to ride him, her eyes closed, head thrown back, hands clutching his arm. "Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!! I'm there!!! Ahhhhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhhh!!!! Agggain!!! Yesssss!!!! Aggggggainnnnnnnn!!!!! I'm commminnnnnnnggggggg!!!!!!!!!"

Ben feared that the wild movements of Cynthia's pelvis would tear his cock from his body. When, finally, her frantic motions began to slow, she sagged into his arms. Ben lowered her until she lay atop him.

Cynthia rested on him for a moment, then she raised up on her arms and looked down at him. "You're still hard, Mr. Sanders," she said, sounding disappointed. "Didn't you come?"

"I will," Ben said. He slid his arms around her. "I'm not quite ready to finish yet. Are you?"

"I...I don't know," Cynthia replied, sounding hesitant. "I...if you make me come again, I think I'll go crazy."

"You won't," Ben assured her, stroking her back. He rolled on his side, holding her against him, his cock still buried in her. Then he pulled it out, turned her so her back was to him, and pressed against her, pushing his erection between her lovely nether globes.

"Mr. Sanders. What...what are you doing?" Cynthia asked.

"Just wait, my sweet, you'll soon see," Ben told her. Once he had her in the position he wanted, he slid one hand down to her legs and pulled one leg up over his. Then he pressed the head of his cock against her slick opening and thrust forward with his hips. The rigid shaft easily slid into her trembling young body.

"Ohhhh!!!" she gasped. "Yessss!!! Fuck me more!!! Please, Mr. Sanders!!! Fuck me more!!!! I don't care if I go crazy!!!"

Ben kept squeezing one of her breasts while, with his other hand, he began stroking her tiny, erect clit.

"Oh Shit!!! Oh Shit!!!" Cynthia gasped. "Oh damn!!! That....Ahhhhh!!!...feels so wild!!!"

Ben kept driving his cock into her, his thighs slapping against her bottom.

"Ohhhhhh!!!!" the girl groaned. Her body was shaking and her leg was locked behind his, holding him against her.

Faster and faster Ben moved, the fabulous sensations he was experiencing carried him into the realm of ecstasy once more. Their groans and cries of pleasure mixed with the sound of slapping flesh and permeated the room with the sounds of passion.

Suddenly Cynthia stiffened, then she began to tremble violently. "I'm commminnnngggg!!!! Oh, God, Mr. Sanders, I'm commmmminnnnnnngggggggg!!!!!!" she screamed. "I'm commmmminnnnnggggg!!!!  I'm commminnnnngggggggg!!!!! Yesssssssss!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

"I am, too!!" Ben groaned. His fluids again spewed into her. "Oh, yessssss!!!!! Yesssssss!!!!!" His hips continued to hammer against her firm buttocks.

Once more ardor cooled, their movements slowed, and they relaxed on the bed.

Ben, who hadn't been this satisfied in a long time, kissed Cynthia's neck, just under her hair. She murmured softly and wriggled against him.

"Are you all right?" Ben asked.

"Oh God!" she said, "Am I ever!" She turned in his arms and planted kiss after kiss on his face.

"I'm glad," Ben said, pulling her against him.

"Are you going to see me again sometime soon?" she asked.

"As soon as I can arrange it," Ben told her. "I wonder if there's a computer program I can use to keep track of my lovers?" he mused. "It would make life a lot easier for me if there was."




The User Ch. 11



Juan Perez called Melanie Sparks and asked her out a few nights after she'd been with Mr. Sanders. She wasn't sure she should go out with Juan any more, but she knew what he was like and was afraid of what he might do if she made him angry. What she really wanted to do was break up with Juan, but he'd always been possessive. And he had hit her more than once. She was scared that, somehow, he might find out about what she was doing with Mr. Sanders and make trouble for them.

She decided that the easiest thing to do would be for her to go out with Juan a few more times. She'd even get it on with him if that's what he wanted. She was willing to do whatever it took to keep Mr. Sanders from getting in trouble.

Melanie arrived at the spot where Juan said he'd pick her up just as his car turned the corner and started down the street toward her. She frowned when she saw that there were two people in the car. When Juan stopped at the curb in front of her, Melanie realized the other person in the car with Juan was a huge black man.

The black man got out, Melanie got in, then so did he, sandwiching her between the two men.

"Hey, baby, this here's Muhammad," Juan said, "He and me are real tight. Muhammad, this is Melanie. She's the chick I been tellin' you about. She's a real fox, ain't she?"

"Yeah," Muhammad replied, his voice deep. "She be fine, real fine."

"Muhammad, get Melanie a beer," Juan said.

Melanie didn't like beer, but she took the one Muhammad gave her anyhow. The last thing she wanted to do was make Juan angry. As they drove down the street, she sipped the beer.

Juan headed his car toward the edge of town. Melanie wanted to ask where they were going, but she didn't. Juan kept giving her looks that she couldn't quite figure out and she started to get a little frightened. She finished her beer and Muhammad immediately placed another in her hand. As she drank the second beer, she wondered where Muhammad's date was. That's where they were going, she decided, they were probably going to pick up Muhammad's date.

She was surprised when Juan turned into the driveway of a cheap motel. He parked in front of one of the rooms. "Come on, babe," he said. "Let's go in and have us a party."

The three of them got out of the car. Juan handed Melanie a key. "Go on in the room," he said, "Muhammad and I gots to talk."

Melanie walked toward the room and as she did, she realized she was a little light-headed. By the time they arrived at the motel, she'd drunk three beers and, since she hardly ever drank, she was feeling the effects of the alcohol she'd consumed.

She managed to get the door unlocked and walked into the room. It was was small and dingy, furnished with an old double bed with a metal headboard, a worn dresser, and one dilapidated chair. The room wasn't too clean, either. Through a door at the rear of the room, Melanie saw the tiny bathroom. She heard the car start, then leave.

Juan came in the door. "Muhammad had to go somewhere," he said. He walked over to Melanie, pulled her roughly into his arms, and kissed her.

Melanie was surprised to find that Juan's kiss had little effect on her. Just the same, she let him lead her to the bed and, at his direction, she laid down on it. Juan joined her on the bed and his hands slid under her blouse, onto her breasts.

Melanie began to experience small stirrings of desire. That was different. Used to be, all Juan had to do was touch her breasts and she couldn't think straight! He opened her blouse, exposing her braless breasts.

Melanie felt her desire grow a bit when Juan's hands moved to the rigid tips of her breasts. She always did like having her breasts played with. That never failed to turn her on.

Juan pushed her jeans down while his lips worked over her tumescent nipples and, finally, excitement began spreading through Melanie. She lifted her hips so Juan could slide her jeans off.

"Ohhhhhh!!!! Juan!!!" she mewled, as her swarthy lover again began sucking her nipples. "Keep doing that, baby, you know how it turns me on!"

"I sure as hell hope I do!" Juan replied, cupping her moist pussy with his hand.

Melanie's passion grew when he thrust two fingers into her. "Ohhhhhh!!!" she murmured. Her hips began moving in time with his thrusting fingers.

"Get on your knees," Juan said. "I wanna show you something new."

Melanie got to her knees on the bed while Juan slipped out of his clothes. Then he moved onto the bed behind her and she felt the tip of his erection teasing her wet pussy. Then, without warning, he shoved it into her so hard he almost knocked her flat on the bed.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!!" Melanie moaned. The force and suddenness of Juan's onslaught startled her. He might not be the greatest lover who ever lived, but he usually took a little time to turn her on before he started fucking her. As his hard penis slid into her, his fingers dug into her hips and pulled her back against him.

Melanie, focussing on the sensations Juan's cock was pumping into her, thought she heard a noise, but wasn't sure what it was that she heard. Then she realized what it was. The door! Someone had come in! She turned her head and was shocked to see Muhammad standing just inside the door, his ebony face a mask of lust.

"Come on, Muhammad, join the party," Juan said, tightening his grip on Melanie's slim hips and increasing the pace and force of his fucking.

"Noooooo!!!!" Melanie moaned. "Please!!! Don't!!! Juan! What are you doing? Please, Juan, don't do this!"

Juan wouldn't release her, nor did he respond. He clung to her hips and continued pounding into her. Melanie she watched Muhammad undress. Huge muscles rippled under his tightly-stretched inky skin and a gigantic erection jutted from his groin--a long, thick black shaft with a swollen, purplish head. It bobbed as he walked across the room, toward the bed.

"Please!!!" Melanie begged. "Don't!!! Juan!!!"

"Shut up, Puta!" Juan snapped. His voice was sharp and his fucking grew more violent. He smacked Melanie's ass with his hand. "Muhammad's a friend of mine, Puta. I seen you go into that fancy apartment building the other night, and I know you didn't come out. You wanna act like a whore, you might as well take care 'a some of my buddies. I told Muhammad and he wants a piece. And you better unnerstand you're gonna do it. Or else!" As if to emphasize his control, he smacked her buttocks with his hand once again.

Melanie was filled with fright. She'd seen Juan angry before, but never like this! She feared that, after he was done with her, he might even kill her!

Muhammad was next to her on the bed, his huge cock just inches from her face. "Ever suck black cock, bitch?" he rumbled.

"Nooooo!!!!" Melanie wailed. She never had, and didn't want to.

"Touch it, bitch!" Muhammad growled, his voice menacing.

Juan smacked her bottom again. "Go ahead, Puta," he said, "Suck his cock!"

Melanie, realizing she had no choice but to do as she was told, grasped the thick black shaft in her hand. It was hot and hard. And so big!

"Tha's it!!!" Muhammad said, "Yeah, bitch!!! Grab mah pecker!"

"Yeah, baby!" Juan said. He kept pounding into her, causing her body to shake and quiver. "Show Muhammad a good time, just like you do me and everybody else!"

Muhammad moved closer to Melanie and the head of his swollen cock, slick with pre-cum juices, brushed her cheek. Even though she didn't want to, Melanie guided the hard ebony shaft between her lips and began moving her mouth over it. She felt Muhammad's huge hands engulf her head and hold her in position while his cock slid in and out of her mouth like a gigantic black piston.

Even though Muhammad's huge hands were covering her ears, Melanie could hear both his and Juan's moans. She also felt Juan's fingers digging painfully into her hips, and the equally painful pressure of Muhammad's hands around her head.

"Yeah!!! Yeahhhh!!! Oh, yeahhhhh, bitch!!!" Muhammad growled. "Yeahhhhhh!!! Yeahhhhhhh!!!! Awwwwwwwww!!!!!" He exploded and his hot sauce filled Melanie's mouth to overflowing.

Juan's thrusts got even more forceful when he saw his friend coming. "Gahhhhhhhhhh!!!! Here it comes!!! Take itttttttttttttt!!!!!" he cried, erupting into Melanie at the same time Muhammad did, filling her vagina as full as her mouth had just been filled.

Their lust spent, the two men pulled their cocks from Melanie and flopped onto the bed, one on either side of her.

Melanie lay there between the two me, sticky juices dripping from both ends of her. For a while, the three of them lay there, saying nothing.

Muhammad was the first one to break the silence. He patted Melanie's butt with his huge black paw. "Yo give great head, bitch," he said. "Now get up on yo knees. Muhammad wants a piece 'a that fine ass 'a yours."

Melanie was fearful of what Muhammad or Juan might do if she refused, so she rolled onto her belly and pulled her knees up under her, raising her lovely bottom into the air. She felt the bed move and heard it creak as Muhammad moved into position behind her.

He smacked her bottom with his hand, hurting her. "Yo got a real fine ass, bitch," he said. "Maybe, sometime, yo let Muhammad fuck that ass, huh?"

"Nooooo!!!" Melanie moaned. He was too big. He'd tear her open if he put that huge cock in her there! "Please!!! Not that!"

She felt the head of Muhammad's swollen cock slide up and down between her ass cheeks, touching the puffy lips of her labia. "How can he still be hard?" she wondered. "He...he just came!" "Uhhhhhh!!!!" she groaned when he jammed his cock into her without warning. His huge wand filled her, touching her insides in places Juan's cock never had.

"You're splitting me!!!" Melanie protested.

"Yeahhhh!!!" Muhammad rumbled, "When I fucks bitches, they remember!" He bent over her and his hands gripped her breasts painfully. He used them as handles as he fucked her. "It ain't for nothin' they say when you go black you never go back."

"Hey, puta!" Juan said, poking at Melanie's arm. "How about a little attention for me?" He slid around so he was lying in front of her, his middle under her face. His cock was semi-hard.

Melanie took Juan's stiffening shaft in her mouth and began sucking it. She felt tremendous humiliation as Juan and Muhammad used her. Juan's groans of ecstasy grew louder and louder as she sucked his cock to full tumescence.

"Yeahhhhh!!! Oh, yeahhhhhh!!!!" Juan wailed, "Do ittt!!! Suck!!!! Suck!!!!! Suckkkk!!! Here it comes!!! Here it commmmmmmmeeeessssss!!!!!"

"Mommmaaaaaaa!!!! Oh, shit!!! Mommmmaaaaaa!!!!!" Muhammad groaned, his motions getting even wilder.

Once more, Melanie knew the experience of being inundated with man-juice from both ends as the two men, lost in lust, spent themselves. At last, sated, the men collapsed onto the bed.

"I got some good shit," Muhammad said. "You want some, Juan?"

"You better believe it," Juan replied.

"You want I should give the bitch some, too?" Muhammad asked.

"Screw her," Juan said.

Melanie lay on the bed, feeling used. She thought she remembered Juan saying something about knowing that she'd gone to Mr. Sanders' apartment and began to worry. What was he going to do? Would he try and hurt Mr. Sanders, too?

She smelled the acrid scent of marijuana smoke when Juan lit up a joint. She felt a tiny bit better. She hoped the marijuana, in addition to the beer he'd drunk, would mellow Juan a little.

"Juan, how come you did this to me?" she asked, finally.

"How come I did this to you?" he retorted, "You got a lot of nerve, puta!" He took a long drag on the joint, held it for a few minutes, then he let the smoke out. "You think I don't know you're screwin' around on me?"

"You...you do?" Melanie stammered. "How...?"

"Shit, puta," Juan said. "I followed you after work the other night. I seen you go into that fancy apartment building. And you didn't come out, neither. I may not be a fuckin' rocket scientist, but I ain't that stupid."

"Oh," Melanie replied, going cold inside. Did he know whose apartment she'd gone to?

Juan grinned. "Yeah, I ain't figured out who it is you're fuckin', yet. Probably some snooty rich asshole from school, but it don't matter."

"It...it doesn't?" Melanie asked.

"Nah," he said. "I admit I was pissed when I figured out what was up, and I was gonna mess up you and whoever you're screwin'. Then I met Rosita."

"But...but why...why did you do this to me tonight?" Melanie asked.

"Jesus, you dumb cunt," Juan said. "You didn't actually think I'd let you get away with screwin' around on me, did you. You hadda pay. And payback's a bitch, ain't it?"

He and Muhammad finished their joints, got off the bed, and began getting dressed. "We gotta go, puta," he said.

"Aren't...aren't you going to take me home?" Melanie asked.

"Fuck, no," Juan laughed. "You think I want a cheap puta like you in my car? No fuckin' way!" He got off the bed. "Have a good fuckin' life, bitch!" he said. He and Muhammad left the room.

Melanie didn't know what to do. She was exhausted from the physical and emotional exertion she'd exposed to. She knew she should get up, get dressed, and leave the motel, but she didn't think she had the strength.

Finally, she rolled onto her back, managed to get herself up into a sitting position on the bed, and looked around for her clothes. She saw them, lying on the floor across the room. She slid to the edge of the bed and dropped her legs to the floor.

Just then, the motel manager opened the door. He stood in the doorway, staring at Melanie, his eyes wide. Melanie grabbed at the bedspread, trying to cover herself.

"Juan said I should come see you," the man said, his voice tremulous. "He said you were hot, and that I could do whatever I wanted with you." He stepped into the room, closed the door, and started toward the bed, never taking his eyes off Melanie.

Melanie, trembling with fear, clutched the covers over her and stared at the man, who was short, fat, grubby, and had several days' growth of beard on his face. He was wearing a sleeveless undershirt and stained gray pants, which he opened as he walked across the room. She shrank back. This couldn't be happening! Had Juan really told this...this creature he could fuck her? It was as if she wasn't even human!

"Come on, honey," the manager said. He knelt on the bed and pushed down his pants. "You heard what I said, dincha?" He fished out his cock out of his yellowed underwear and shuffled across the mattress toward Melanie.

"Noooo!!!" Melanie moaned and tried to slide away from him.

"Hey, you bitch!" the man yelled. He grabbed her and pulled her to him, exposing her body to his avid gaze. His overpowering body odor filled Melanie's nose and made her want to vomit. "Yeah, bitch, don't fight it. You'll love what I got for you!" He fell atop her and fumbled his cock into her pussy.

Melanie felt him pounding into her and heard him grunting as his hips moved feverishly. Then his fluids were squirting into her and he went limp on top of her. The minute he was finished, the motel manager rolled off her, stood up, and wiped himself off on the bedcovers. He put his cock back in his pants and zipped himself up. "There, tol' ya it'd be good, didn't I?" he said. He looked around. "Get your clothes on. You gotta get outa here. Juan didn't rent the room for the whole fuckin' night."

Melanie managed to get her clothes on, then she walked out of the room and realized she had another problem. She was more than five miles from home, had no ride, and didn't have enough money to take a cab. Sitting on the steps outside the shabby motel room, she put her head in her hands and began to sob.



The User Ch. 12



Heidi Jackman, sat in her kitchen, waiting for her husband, Tim, to get home from work. He was a detective sergeant with the Jamestown Police Department, and had called earlier and said he had work to do to finish up with a case he was working on and might be a bit late, so Heidi didn't expect him home any time soon. The phone rang. Heidi got up and answered it.

"Mrs. Jackman?" The caller had a young feminine voice, and sounded upset.

"Yes," Heidi said, "who's this?"

"Melanie, Melanie Sparks, Mrs. Jackman," Melanie replied. "I...I need help. Can you help me?"

"Ah...I suppose so," Heidi replied. She wondered what was going on and what kind of trouble the girl was in. Melanie was one of the students at Jamestown High, where Heidi worked, who was often in trouble. Heidi heard that, lately, the girl seemed to be trying to get herself straightened out. "What's wrong, Melanie?" she asked.

"I...I..." Melanie began, then she began to sob.

"Melanie," Heidi said, very concerned, "calm down and try to tell me what's going on?"

"I...I...need a...ride," the girl managed to say between sobs.

"Where are you?" Heidi asked.

"The...the...Moonlight...Motel," Melanie sobbed. "Can...can you come...come get me?"

"I'll be there as soon as I can," Heidi replied. She was sure she had plenty of time. Tim probably wouldn't be home for at least another hour.

"I...I'll be...be...waiting...out...front," Melanie whimpered. "Near...near the...the road."

About twenty minutes later, Heidi drove up in front of the sleazy motel and found Melanie standing there, next to the highway. The girl got in the car and Heidi could see that the teenager's eyes were red and that her face was streaked with running makeup, a result of a lot of crying.

"Melanie, what's the matter?" Heidi asked. She put her car in "drive" and headed back for her house.

Melanie sat on the front seat next to Heidi and sobbed wrenchingly.

Heidi laid her hand on the girl's. "Melanie, what happened to you?" asked.

"It's...it's awful!" the teenager sobbed. "I...I can't...I can't tell you...you'll...you'll think I'm awful!"

"Look, Melanie," Heidi said, "You have to tell me. I want to help you. I will help you, but I need to know what's going on."

Melanie took a deep breath, then another and, after she calmed herself a bit, she began telling Heidi what had happened. "I...I've been going out with Juan Perez," she said.

Heidi frowned. She knew Juan. He was one of the students at Jamestown High who was always in trouble. If she remembered correctly, he was presently out of school on a lengthy suspension for beating up another student. "Did he do something to you?" Heidi asked. "Did he beat you up?"

Melanie shook her head. "N...not this time," she sobbed. "This...this time it...it was worse!"

Heidi wondered what could be worse than a beating. "What, exactly did Juan do to you?" she asked.

"Well..." Melanie said, "he..." She went on to describe what had taken place in the motel room with Juan and Muhammad.

"My God!" Heidi said when the girl finished her tale. She felt herself seething with rage. What Juan and his friend did to Melanie had to be illegal. She needed to talk with Tim. She wanted Juan and Muhammad arrested. "We'll have to tell my husband about this when he gets home," she told Melanie. "I'm sure there's something he can do."

Mrs. Jackman's words frightened Melanie. She'd forgotten the school nurse was married to a cop. "No!" she exclaimed, and shook her head. "I...I can't tell the cops." She began to sob again.

When Heidi arrived at her house she slid across the front seat of the car, pulled Melanie into her arms and held the teenager until her sobs abated. "Melanie, do you have any idea why Juan did that to you?" she asked.

The teenager shook her head. "I...I don't know," she lied. She knew it had to do with the fact that she'd slept with Mr. Sanders, but she couldn't tell Mrs. Jackman about that.

Heidi continued holding the sobbing teenager, her face a mask of anger. "I can't believe any human being could do something so cruel to another," she said.

"That wasn't all he...did," Melanie said. "After...after Juan and...and Muhammad...after they were...finished, the...manager...of the...motel...he, he came in and said Juan told him he could..." Once again she dissolved into sobs.

"Do your parents know about any of this?" Heidi asked.

The teenager shook her head. "After...after what happened...I...I was afraid to. I can't tell my father..." she blubbered, "If he finds out, he...he'll be really mad at me! He...he...I don't know what he'd do!"

"I'm sure he and your mother will want to help you," Heidi told the girl. "I mean, you're their daughter, you've been abused..."

"You don't know my folks," the girl said. "They...my dad...he's going to blame it on me. He...he'll probably throw me out."

Heidi found that difficult to believe. But it was something they didn't have to settle right away. "Don't worry," she said, rubbing Melanie's back. "I'll help you, Melanie. Juan will never bother you again."

"But what am I going to do?" Melanie asked plaintively. "What am I going to do?"

"We'll work on that tomorrow," Heidi told her. "Tonight you can stay here, at our place."

"You...you mean that?" Melanie sniffled. "You sure it's OK? What...what about your husband? Won't he be mad?"

"He'll be fine," Heidi said. "Come on, I'll help get you settled." She took Melanie into the house, up to the spare bedroom. She showed the girl where things were located in the bedroom, and where the bathroom was, then she got her a wash cloth and towel. "Why don't you take a shower," Heidi suggested. "Then get in bed. You need some rest."

"O...OK," Melanie said. She smiled tentatively. "Thank you, Mrs. Jackman."

Heidi went back to the living room, sat down on the sofa, and tried to figure out exactly what she should do. One thing she would do was tell Tim what happened. He'd know what could be done about it. And, first thing in the morning, she had to call Melanie's parents to let them know their daughter was safe.

A while later, Melanie came down the stairs and walked into the living room. She had on the fluffy white terrycloth bathrobe Heidi had given her and was drying her hair with a towel. "Are you sure your husband won't mind if I stay here tonight?" she asked.

Heidi smiled. "He won't mind at all," she told her visitor. "Now get to bed and get some rest."

Melanie gave Heidi another tentative smile. "Thank you." she said. "I...I hated to bother you, but I didn't know who else to call." Actually, she'd called Mr. Sanders first, but she got his answering machine. Mrs. Jackman was the second person she thought of.

"It isn't a problem. Go to bed. I'll see you in the morning," Heidi said. "Then we can try and figure out how to help you."

Melanie turned and disappeared up the stairs. Heidi went up and checked on her a while later and found that she was sound asleep. "Melanie's not really a bad girl!" Heidi thought, "It's a criminal that someone like Juan was able to victimize her the way she says he did."

She left the spare bedroom, closing the door softly behind her, than went down to the kitchen. She poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table.

Heidi didn't even get to take one sip of her coffee before her husband came through the back door. Tim looked at his wife and smiled. "Sorry about being so late, honey," he said. He walked over and gave his spouse a kiss on her forehead. "I had to finish up the paperwork on that case I was working on and it took longer than I expected."

"It's OK," Heidi said. "By the way, something came up. We have company."

"Who?" Tim asked. He walked to the kitchen counter, poured himself a cup of coffee, then he sat down at the table next to Heidi.

"Melanie Sparks," Heidi said. "She's a student at the high school."

"How come she's staying with us?" Tim asked.

"She called me a while ago, from the Moonlight Motel, of all places," Heidi said. She saw her husband's eyebrows rise when she mentioned the name of the motel, which was well-known for being a prime location for drug sales and prostitution, "She has a problem." She told Tim the story Melanie had told her earlier.

"That little bastard!" Tim exclaimed when his wife finished her story. "His brother Ernesto was in my class, and he was a real jerk, too. They come by it naturally, I guess. I arrested their old man a couple of times for dealing drugs. Sounds like being a scumbag runs in the family."

"It seems that way," Heidi said. "Tim, Melanie didn't want me to tell you any of this, but I had to. One way or another, we have to figure out a way to help her. Isn't there something you could arrest Juan and Muhammad for?"

Tim sat there, his hands wrapped around his coffee cup, thinking, for some time. "I'm not sure," he said. "What they did is technically rape, I guess. Even more so for the motel manager. But..." He shrugged. "The thing is, if these assholes get a lawyer, and they will, he'll argue that Melanie went with them willingly and knew what they intended to do."

"But Tim, she was in fear of her life!" Heidi protested. "She really believed Juan or Muhammad might hurt or kill her."

"You know that and I know that," Tim said. "But I'm not sure a jury would buy it if these two punks have a good lawyer. They'll probably get a public defenders and those assholes are damn good. What kind of reputation does Melanie have?"

"Unfortunately, her reputation isn't that good," Heidi said. "I think she's been sexually active for quite a while and, from what I hear, she's gone out with a lot of boys."

Tim frowned. "That doesn't make it easier," he said. "Melanie will have to testify, and if the public defender gets a chance, she'll be the one on trial. If the judge allows the defense to produce a bunch of guys who are willing to tell what an easy lay Melanie is, there's going to be a problem convincing the jury she was raped."

"Tim, that's not fair!" Heidi protested. "Melanie's the victim, not the criminal!"

"I know it isn't fair, honey," Tim said, "but, unfortunately, it's reality in our court system."

"What are we going to do?" Heidi asked. "I said I'd help her."

"We'll go to bed," Tim said, and stood up. "And I'll figure out some way to take care of Juan in the morning." He pulled his wife to her feet, moved behind her and hefted her breasts in his hands. He bent his head forward and kissed her neck.

"Tim!" Heidi exclaimed, but flames of passion were flaring inside her. "We have to be careful. What if Melanie hears us?"

"Do you want me to stop?" Tim whispered as his fingers rolled her rigid nipples.

Heidi shuddered and moaned softly. "No, damn, you!" she murmured. She pressed her bottom against him, then she turned in his arms and kissed him.

Tim cupped his wife's buttocks in his hands and lifted her off her feet while they kissed. Finally, the kiss ended and he set her down.

"Tim!" Heidi exclaimed when he scooped her up in his arms and started carrying her toward the bedroom. She laid her head on his shoulder and kissed his neck softly, her hands playing in his hair. "I love you," she whispered.

"I love you, too, Heidi," Tim replied. He carried his wife up to their bedroom and laid her on the bed. Then he went and locked the door.

When Tim turned around, he discovered his wife had been busy while he was locking the door. She was lying on the bed naked!

"You get prettier every time I see you!" Tim said, smiling, as he moved toward the bed. He peeled his clothes off as he crossed the bedroom.

It was Heidi's turn to blush. Then she was in his arms, his naked body was pressed against her, and he was kissing her. His hands were moving over her, sending indescribable delight into her.

Heidi rolled onto her belly and Tim trailed his fingers up and down over the smooth curves of her back. His light touch caused her to tremble. He began exploring her buttocks, stroking them with an extremely light touch. "Ohhhh!!!" she groaned, "Oh, Tim, that feels so nice!" The wild sensations evoked by her husband's tender touch made the muscles in her ass tighten involuntarily. "Yesss!!!" she crooned, "Oh, God, Tim, I love when you play with my bottom!"

Tim stroked his fingers down the backs of her thighs, making them quiver. Then his hand glided up over the silky skin on the inside of those perfect columns of flesh, moving closer and closer to where her legs and body joined.

"Mmmmmmmmnnnnnnn!" Heidi moaned. Tim's touch never failed to arouse her! When he began exploring her excitement-sodden vagina, her hips began undulating and the fires of passion burning in her blazed brighter.

Tim slid one finger into Heidi, tantalizing her. His other hand slid under her and found her clit. Her hips began to move ardently when he began twirling his finger on the swollen, nerve-filled bud.

"Ahhhh!!!" Heidi moaned, squirming and shaking. "Oh, Tim, yessss!!! Oh, yessss!!! Kiss me!! Play with meeeee!!! So good!!! Oh, God, Tim, it always feels so good when you touch me!!!"

Heidi's desire grew rapidly and before long, she felt herself plummeting into a whirlpool of bliss. "In me!!!" she cried, "Please, Tim, I want you in me!!!"

Tim wanted Heidi as badly as she wanted him. He moved behind her and replaced his thrusting finger with his hard penis. He'd never get over how wonderful it felt to spear into her, how her snug channel clutched and caressed him. He stroked slowly, savoring the feelings of ecstasy rippling up his spine.

"Yessss, Tim!!! Oh, yessss!!!" Heidi moaned, "I need you!!! I need you so badly!!! Take me!!! Tim, oh, Tim, take meeeee!!!! Make me come!!! Take meee!!!"

Tim's hand continued to strum her clit, sending thrills into her. Then he began to thrust faster and faster. He couldn't wait! He was losing control. His penis began to throb. "Annnnnnhhhhhh!!!! Annnnnnhhhhhh!!!! Annnnnnhhhhhh!!!!" he moaned, his body jamming against Heidi's, his pulsing erection erupting a powerful jet of his juices.

"God, you're coming!!!! Yessssss!!!! Come, darling!!! Come!!!" Heidi moaned, "Take meee!!! Yessss!!!! Take meeeeee!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Ggaaaaahhhhhhh!!!! Yesssssssss!!! Yessssssss!!! Oh, God!!!! Yesssssssss!!!!"

Their cries of ecstasy turned to moans of delight, then those faded into soft murmurs as the frantic movements of their bodies slowed. Tim collapsed on top of Heidi and she fell forward, her strength sapped. Finally, his penis softened and slid from her and he rolled to her side and took her in his arms.

Heidi pressed her lips against Tim's in a fervent kiss then, after it ended, she pulled the covers over them. Tim turned out the light and, locked in each other's arms, they drifted off to sleep. 



The User Ch. 13



The next morning, Tim and Heidi were up before Melanie, and were sitting at the kitchen table, eating breakfast, when the young woman walked in, wearing one of Heidi's robes.

"Good morning," Melanie said.

"Good morning," Heidi replied. "I know you didn't want me to, but I told Tim what happened to you."

Melanie felt her face get hot. "You...you did?" she asked.

"You didn't do anything wrong, Melanie," Tim said. "You were dumb, maybe, but you didn't do anything wrong." He saw his wife's frown and ignored it.

The girl's face got redder and she nodded. "Ah...yeah, I guess I was kinda dumb," she said, sitting down at the table.

"How long have you and Juan going out?" Tim asked.

Melanie shrugged. "Four, maybe five months, I guess," she said.

"He ever hit you or physically abuse you while you were going out with him?" Tim continued.

Melanie nodded and a sheepish look formed on her face. "He...ah...he did hit me a couple of times, when he was drinking," she said.

"How were you getting along before this happened?" was Tim's next question.

Heidi got up and got the girl a cup of tea.

"OK, I guess," Melanie said, sipping her tea. "I...I was thinking of breaking up with him, but he didn't know that."

"Do you have any idea why he'd suddenly decide to do something like he did last night?" Tim asked.

Melanie knew why Juan had done what he did, but she couldn't tell Tim, he was a cop, and he'd arrest Mr. Sanders and put him in jail. "I...I'm not sure," she lied. "I...when we...when we were together last night, he said he was going out with somebody else. Maybe..." She shrugged.

The girl's story didn't ring true to Tim. What Juan had done to her the night before sounded like an act of revenge to him. It was the kind of thing he could have seen Juan doing if Melanie had broken up with him. If the young thug already had a new girlfriend, why bother humiliating Melanie? He realized guys like Juan were dumb, and prone to doing macho things that made no sense, but what Juan had done was really stupid. And risky, too.

"Enough of this third degree," Heidi said. "Melanie, go get a bath and get dressed, we don't want to be late for school."

"OK, Mrs. Jackman," Melanie said. She stood up and left the room.

"You were pretty tough on her," Heidi said once Melanie had gone upstairs.

"She's not telling the truth," Tim replied. "At least not all of it."

"How can you say that?" his wife asked, a bit upset. "Don't you believe she was victimized and brutalized last night?"

"I believe that part," Tim said. "I'm not so sure she doesn't know why it happened."

"Tim!" his wife said. "I'm surprised at you. I never expected you to turn into the kind of cop who believes rape victims are responsible for what happened to them."

"That's not what I'm saying," Tim replied. "All I said was that I think she knows a lot more than she's willing to tell me."

"What makes you say that?" his wife asked.

"What those guys did to her last night was an angry act," Tim explained. "The kind of thing somebody who's really pissed at someone would do. If you believe what Melanie said, it came out of left field."

"But she said she planned to break up with Juan," Heidi protested. "If he knew..."

"She said he didn't know, she hadn't told him," Tim interrupted. "If that's true, why did he do it? Remember, Melanie said he already has a new girlfriend."

"I...I don't know," Heidi said. "Why would she lie?"

Tim shrugged. "Everybody lies to the cops," he said. "And maybe there's something else going on she doesn't want us to know about."

"Like what?" Heidi asked.

Tim shrugged. "I don't know," he said. "If I get time, I'll look into it a little."

"I've got to get dressed and get to work," Heidi said, standing up.

"Me, too," her husband said. He stood up, too.

Heidi went into the bathroom, turned on the water and examined herself in the mirror over the vanity while she waited for the water to get hot. "I wonder why Melanie would lie to Tim?" she wondered. "What could she be hiding?"

Tim heard the shower running, looked at the clock on the stand next to the bed, and smiled. There was plenty of time. He slipped into the bathroom, his pulse pounding, and watched his wife's lovely body through the pebbled glass shower enclosure.

Heidi, unaware her husband was watching her, soaped herself. Her back was to the enclosure door. She worked the lather into her skin and stood, head tilted back and eyes closed, letting the driving hot spray rinse the suds off.

Tim silently opened the shower door open and stepped in.

When the door opened, Heidi felt cool air rush over her, then hands began sliding over her soapy flesh and something very warm and hard slid between her buttocks. "Tim!!!" she exclaimed, as her husband pulled her against him. He began squeezing her soap-slick breasts and shoving his hard shaft between her buttocks. It felt good, incredibly good!

Tim let Heidi's nipples protrude between his fingers as he massaged her breasts. Her murmurs and groans indicated that he was raising her level of desire. He thrust his hips forward, sliding his cock into the cleft between her buttocks. The soap remaining on her body eased his movements.

Heidi pressed her hips back against her husband's firm body. "Tim, you're making me crazy!" she moaned. "I have to have you!"

"I need you, too," Tim whispered in her ear.

Heidi's body was quaking. Tim's fleshy tube kept sliding between her buttocks, teasing her anus and vagina, titillating her, turning her insides to jello. She needed it inside her!

Heidi bent forward and felt the tip of her husband's cock touch her clit. Passion was making her legs rubbery, so she grabbed the faucets to steady herself while she continued to enjoy the sensations racing through her as the wedge-shaped head of Tim's cock caressed her vagina. Then it began to enter her, spreading her open, delighting her.

"Ohhhhhhh!!!!! Tim!!! That's it!!! That's what I need!!!" Heidi groaned.

Tim grabbed his wife's hips and began pistoning his shaft into her. He gazed at her gracefully curved back, covered with foamy suds and heard the sound of his thighs slapping against her bottom as he thrust into her.

Heidi reached down to her middle and began whirling her fingers on her clit. She could feel Tim's shaft sliding in and out of her. It was too much. "Tim!!!!" she groaned, "I...I...I'm...Oh, God!!! I'm comminnnnnnngggggggggg!!!!!! Yessssssssss!!!!! Ahhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!"

"Meeeeee, toooooooooooo!!!!!!! Oh, yeahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Tim groaned. His hands dug into Heidi's hips as he hosed her insides with his scalding fluids.

Finished, they clung to each other, providing support, until their bodies had calmed enough so they could stand on their own.

"Oh, Tim, that was so incredible!" Heidi gasped, her chest heaving.

"It was pretty wild, wasn't it?" Tim gasped in reply.

They finished their shower, went back to their bedroom, and got dressed.

"Are you going to try and find out what Melanie's hiding?" Heidi asked as she sat at her dressing table, putting the final touches on her hairdo and makeup.

"If I can find time," Tim told her. "I'm definitely going to have a talk with Mr. Perez today. That boy needs some lessons on how to treat women."

"Tim, don't do anything foolish," Heidi told him.

"I won't," her husband replied. "But I am going to make that little scumbag sweat a little."

They went down to the kitchen. Melanie was waiting for them. She and Heidi headed off to school. Tim headed for police headquarters. 



The User Ch. 14



Since he and his partner had cleared up several of the cases they'd been working on, Tim had a bit of free time. He told his boss what he'd stumbled onto and asked permission to spend a little time working on it.

"How much time do you figure you'll need, Tim?" detective captain Alex Martin asked.

"No more than a day, if that," Tim replied. "I've got a plan that should get Juan to give me the information I need."

"How, exactly, do you plan to do that?" Alex asked. "This Perez kid sounds like a he could be tough."

"He thinks he's tough," Tim said. "He's a punk. I know the family. Here's what I plan to do..." He explained his plan to his boss.

Alex smiled. He liked the young detective and knew how capable Tim was from the high quality of the work he'd done since he joined the detective division. "Sounds like it might be worth giving it a shot. I'll ask Lieutenant Dawson to assign Lex work with you today."

"Thanks, boss," Tim said. He left the captain's office and went looking for Lex Dumont, his old partner.

"Hey, look who's slumming," Lex said when Tim walked into the roll call room.

"I just stopped by to see if you were still scoffing down cheese Danish regularly," Tim laughed. "And to find out if you've learned how to use the computer terminal in your patrol unit yet."

Lieutenant Dawson, the day shift patrol commander, was standing at a lectern in the front of the roll call room. He cleared his throat. "Dumont, I'm assigning you a special detail today. You're working with Sergeant Jackman."

Lex looked around and Tim nodded his head in the direction of the door. He and Lex walked out into the hall.

"What kinda deal have you gotten me into, kid?" Lex asked.

"I'm going to ride with you," Tim explained. "We're going to run radar over on Emerson Street."

"What the hell are you up to, kid?" Lex asked, looking at Tim as if he were crazy. "Why in the heck are they assigning me to work with a detective to do that?"

"Because..." Tim began. He explained to Lex what he hoped to accomplish.

"I'm glad to see you remember everything I taught you," Lex said, grinning, when Tim finished his explanation. "I gotta tell you, kid, bein' promoted didn't screw you up at all."

"Come on, partner, let's get going," Tim said.

A half-hour later, Tim and Lex were sitting in a police car in a used car lot on Emerson Street. The radar gun on the cruiser's dashboard was pointed down the street in the direction of Juan Perez's house. The car they were in had police department markings, but didn't have a light bar on the roof, so it pretty much blended in with the other cars in the lot.

Tim was wearing a dark blue jacket that had a police badge embroidered on the front and "JAMESTOWN POLICE" in white reflective letters on the back. He was sitting in the passenger seat, watching the reading on the radar unit while cars passed.

"Why are you rousting this Perez guy?" Lex asked.

"He's got information I want," Tim replied. "I figure if we're lucky enough to catch him dirty, he just might be willing to cooperate."

"Ah," Lex said.

A battered car with loud mufflers turned onto the street. It accelerated rapidly toward the police car, tires squealing.

"That's our boy," Tim said. "I ran his name through the computer before we left to get the make, model, and registration number of his car."

The radar display on the dash began beeping.

"Got him," Lex said. "He's doing fifty-five in a twenty zone."

"Let's take him down, partner," Tim said.

Juan's car shot by them and Lex switched on the flashing blue lights behind the cruiser's grille and on the car's rear deck and pulled out into the street. They closed in on the car they were after, but it didn't stop. In fact, it speeded up.

"Damn! He's running!" Lex muttered. The cruiser's engine roared as he shoved the accelerator to the floor.

Tim reached over and switched on the siren. Juan's car squealed around a turn.

Feeling the too-familiar surge of adrenaline, Tim picked up the radio microphone. "X-ray twenty-five to EOC," he said. "We're in pursuit. A brown Ford two-door, eastbound on twenty-seventh, registration X-ray, George, Young, three, five, eight."

"All units please stand by, X-Ray twenty-five is in pursuit," the dispatcher at the operations center said. "Suspect vehicle is a brown Ford two-door, registration X-ray, George, Young, three, five, eight. They are eastbound on twenty-seventh. Units available to assist, please identify."

Juan made a left turn. Lex, gaining on him, followed.

"X-ray twenty-five, we're southbound on Pulver," Tim yelled into the microphone. "At this time, vehicle is wanted for speed only."

"All units, X-ray twenty-five's pursuit is southbound on Pulver, subject vehicle is wanted for speed only," the dispatcher said.

"Adam fifteen to EOC," a female voice said. "We're northbound on Pulver, crossing twenty-fifth. We'll intercept X-ray twenty-five's suspect."

"Copy, Adam fifteen," the dispatcher said.

Tim could see the flashing roof lights of the other police car as they roared down the street.

"He's gonna try to make that alley!" Lex yelled. "He ain't gonna do it in that piece of crap he's driving!"

Tim watched the car they were pursuing swerve left, then begin to slide. With a jolt, it bounced over the curb, then it went out of control and slammed into a huge tree at the corner where the street and alley met.

"X-ray twenty-five to operations," Tim yelled as Lex brought the cruiser to a stop next to the wrecked car. "Suspect vehicle has crashed, middle of the twenty-six hundred block of Pulver. X-ray twenty-five is off at the scene. Start Fire and Rescue."

"EOC from Adam fifteen, we're off with X-ray twenty-five in the twenty-six hundred block of Pulver," Tim heard the radio say as he got out of the cruiser.

"Don't move, asshole!" Lex yelled. He was advancing toward the wrecked car, holding his pistol out in front of him. "Get your hands out the window where I can see them!"

Tim drew his gun, too, and kept it pointed at the wreck as he moved toward it. Behind the wreck, he could see two other officers approaching the same way.

"What the hell are you guys hasslin' me for?" Juan Perez whined as he stared, wide-eyed, out the window of his wrecked car, blood pouring from his nose. "What the fuck did I do?"

"You were speeding," Tim said.

Two hours later, Tim and Lex led Juan, who was wearing handcuffs, out of Jamestown Hospital and put him in the back of the cruiser. Juan's wounds were minor, and he'd been cleaned up, bandaged, and released to their custody. Lex started the cruiser's engine, and as he did, Tim turned around to look at Juan.

"OK, scumbag," Tim said, "you and I are going to have a little talk."

"About what?" Juan whined.

"About what you and your buddy Muhammad did to Melanie Sparks," Tim said. "And about reckless driving, attempting to elude a police officer, and resisting arrest. Oh, yeah, and about that stash of crack and pot we found in your car, too."

"Hey, man," Juan protested, "I don't know nothin' about no crack or pot. And I don't know anybody named Melanie Sparks."

"What do you think, partner?" Tim asked, looking at Lex, who grinned back at him.

"I figure he'll get a couple of years, minimum, for the traffic stuff," Lex said. "But he's got to be lookin' at five to ten for the crack and pot. Easy. Hell, depending on the weight, we might even have him for intending to distribute." He chuckled. "Should be good for five or ten more, don't you think, partner?"

"Easy," Tim said. "And that's just state time. If the D.E.A. wants, they might talk the U.S. Attorney into filing charges, too. Could get old Juan a bunch of federal time, too." He turned back to Juan. "Melanie Sparks," he said. "Tell me about that, Juan. Tell me why you did that."

"If I tell you, do I get a deal?" the young thug whimpered. "Huh? Do I?"

"Maybe, just maybe, I'll tell the prosecutor you cooperated," Tim said. He continued to gaze at Juan.

"Hey, I was just teachin' her a lesson, you know?" Juan said. "She was messin' around on me. I don't take that shit, man. No pussy disses me. No way!"

"How do you know she was screwing around?" Tim asked.

"Hey, I ain't stupid," Juan replied. "I seen her! I followed her to a goddamn fancy apartment building and seen her go in. She didn't come out for a long time. It don't take a genius to figger out what she was doin'."

"What was the address?" Tim asked.

Juan shrugged. "I dunno," he said. "I didn't check the fuckin' address. I just followed her, you know?"

"Could you show us where the apartment is?" Tim asked.

"Yeah, I guess so," Juan said. "But you gotta go over to the Jamestown Mall. That's where I followed her from."

Fifteen minutes later, the cruiser slowed to a stop next to the curb in front of Jamestown Manor, a large modern apartment complex on Everson Boulevard.

"That's the place," Juan said. "She went into that apartment right there."

"One-A?" Tim asked. "The first one from the end?"

"Yeah, that's the one," Juan said. "Fuckin' slut went in there and didn't come out. I sat out here for three fuckin' hours waitin' for her."

"Head on back to the station, partner," Tim told Lex.

"You think this Sparks girl has a new boyfriend who lives in that apartment?" Lex asked Tim. They were in the detective office at police headquarters and Juan was safely ensconced in a holding cell.

"I don't know," Tim said. "Let's find out who lives there." He turned to his computer terminal, accessed a city directory program, and punched in the address. "Benjamin Sanders," Tim said, reading from the screen. "Apartment 1A, 2769 Emerson." He pushed a button and the computer printed out that information. "Now," he said, "let's see what Department of Motor Vehicles records will tell us about Mr. Sanders." He did more work on the computer and another screen came up. "Benjamin Sanders, date of birth October 20, 1950. Brown hair, blue eyes. Height feet, ten inches, weight one hundred and seventy pounds," Tim said, reading the information from the computer screen. He shrugged. "Well, Mr. Sanders has no criminal or motor vehicle record, anyhow."

"The apartment's listed to a forty-five year-old guy," Lex said. "Think he's single?"

Tim shrugged. "I'm not sure how to find that out without going and talking to him," he said. Then something occurred to him. "Wait a minute!" he said. "If I'm not mistaken, there's a guy named Sanders who works at Jamestown High with Heidi. I met him once, I think. If I remember correctly, he could this guy. He's about the right age, anyhow."

"He married?" Lex asked.

"I think Heidi said he got divorced a year or so back," Tim said.

"OK, say this guy is single and is screwing high school girls," Lex said, "is that illegal?"

Tim shrugged again. "I guess it depends on how old they are," he told his partner. "The age of consent in this state is sixteen. Melanie Sparks is over sixteen. If he's having sex with her, that probably makes him an asshole, but he isn't something we can charge him for." He paused as another thought came to him. "But, if Melanie isn't the only girl he's screwing... If he's messing around with other girls, and some of them are under sixteen..." He smiled, then he frowned.

"What's the matter, kid?" Lex asked.

Tim checked with his Alex who, based on the information Tim had developed, told him to continue working on the case. Alex got permission from the patrol commander to let Lex continue working with Tim.

"You can wear street clothes tomorrow if you want," Tim told Lex when they left the police station at the end of the day. "You might as well be comfortable if you're stuck with me, I guess."

"Gee," Lex replied. "You're such a nice guy. Do I have to wear a suit and tie?"

"White tie and tails," Tim told him. "At least. And wear your formal flak vest, too."

"Eat shit," Lex laughed.



The User Ch. 15



"Melanie's father is a pig," Heidi told her husband later that night while they were putting the dinner dishes in the dishwasher.

 "Oh?" Tim said, smiling. He rinsed off the meat platter and found a place for it on the dishwasher's lower rack.

"You should have heard the way he talked to her in school today," his wife continued. "Luckily Ben Sanders took over. He told me later he'd gotten things straightened out."

Tim was suddenly very alert. "Ben Sanders?" he asked. "I was going to ask you about him."

Heidi looked at him. "You were, why?" she asked.

"What does he do at the high school?" her husband inquired.

"Don't you remember him?" Heidi asked. "I think I introduced him to you at this year's faculty reception," she said. "He's director of guidance." She put the last glass in the dishwasher. "Why do you want to know about Ben?"

"I talked to Juan Perez today," Tim said. He got the dishwashing detergent out of the cupboard and poured some into the dispenser in the dishwasher.

"You did?" Heidi asked. She dried her hands on a dish towel and stood at the counter, waiting for her husband to finish.

Tim shut the dishwasher door and turned the machine on. "Lex and I picked him up first thing this morning," he told his wife. "He's up in the detention section of the county jail as we speak."

Heidi couldn't keep the smile off her face. "I thought you weren't going to be able to arrest him for what he did to Melanie," she said.

"We didn't arrest him for that," Tim said. "I planned to have Lex stop him for speeding, then search his car incident to the stop. From what Melanie told us last night, I was sure we'd find drugs. Then I'd have had something to lean on him with."

"Did it work?" Heidi asked. She started for the living room.

Tim followed. "It did, but not exactly the way I planned it," he said. "Juan ran on us and we wound up in a high-speed pursuit. He crashed over on Pulver. We found a lot more drugs than I figured, which gave us a whole lot of serious charges to use against him."

"Good, I hope they lock him up and throw away the key," Heidi said. "What did he tell you about Melanie?"

"He said the reason he did what he did was to get revenge on her for screwing around on him," her husband replied.

"What?" Heidi asked. "How did he know that she was screwing around on him?"

"Juan claims he followed her from the mall to some guy's apartment the other night," Tim said. "He she went in and didn't come out for several hours."

"Juan didn't actually see Melanie doing anything, did he?" Heidi asked. "He could be wrong."

"Honey," Tim said, "if you saw me go into some woman's apartment and I didn't come out for four or five hours, what would you think?"

Heidi felt her face reddening. "All right," she said. "I guess you do have a point. It's just that I hate to have to agree with Juan Perez."

"I know," Tim said. "Anyhow, that brings me back to Mr. Benjamin Sanders."

"What about him?" Heidi asked.

"He lives in the apartment Juan says he saw Melanie go into," he said. He watched his wife's face go white and her eyes widen.

"No!" Heidi said softly. "He...Juan...he has to be wrong. Are...are you sure?"

"I know Juan says he saw Melanie go into Apartment 1-A in Jamestown Manor," Tim said. "He took us there and pointed the apartment out. He also says she didn't come out for at least four or five hours. And the city directory says a man named Benjamin Sanders lives in that apartment."

"My God!" Heidi said.

"Of course, Juan's not exactly a great witness," Tim pointed out. "Not many juries would see the little scumbag as someone who's believable. Especially not if he was testifying against a real person, with a real job."

"But...but Ben Sanders!" Heidi stammered. "Do...do you think Melanie's the only girl he's seeing?"

"I have no idea, hon," Tim replied. "I'm not even sure he's seeing Melanie. But, if he's doing it and its just Melanie, he's not in any legal trouble. She's over sixteen. But, if she's not the only one, and if any of the others are under sixteen..." He shrugged.

"What are we going to do?" Heidi said. "I...if Ben Sanders is...is sleeping with students..." She flushed. "I...I guess I'm no one to talk, am I?" Heidi, years earlier, had affairs with two male students. In fact, that's how she met Tim.

Tim got up, walked to the sofa, sat down next to his wife, and pulled her into his arms. "I was eighteen when we met," he said. "But it is kind of ironic that we'd be the ones to stumble onto this, isn't it?" 

"What are you going to do about it?" Heidi asked.

"Tomorrow I'm going to dig into it a little deeper," Tim said. He stood up and pulled Heidi to her feet. "Tonight, I'm going to go to bed and make love with the most beautiful woman in the world." He kissed her.

A little while later, Heidi lay in their bed, feeling as if she had died and gone to heaven. Tim's hand was gently, insistently, caressing her breasts. He teased first one nipple, then the other. It felt wonderful! The hand cupped one breast and rotated slowly. Her nipple pressed into the cupped palm. God, it felt so good!

"Mmmmm! Ohhhhhh!!!" Heidi murmured as her husband's roving hand continued to stir her deeply.

Tim lowered his face to Heidi's and their lips met. Her arms slid around his neck, pulling him against her.

They finally broke the kiss, their chests heaving. Heidi snuggled against her husband, loving the way having his arms wrapped around her felt. Tim's hands resumed exploring her body, warming her, thrilling her. "Oh, Tim!" Heidi moaned, "I need you so badly!"

"I'm glad," he replied. "I've had a hard-on ever since we finished putting the dishes in the dishwasher."

Heidi pulled his face to hers and they kissed while his hands continued to rouse her and fire her need for him. His warm, nude body was pressed against hers, his erection thrusting between her trembling thighs. "I want you!" she told him when the kiss ended, "Now! I can't wait! Please! Take me!"

Exhilarated by the urgency in his wife's voice, Tim rolled on top of her, his legs sliding between hers, his erection rubbing against her already-moist vagina. The sensations were sweet, so exquisitely sweet they brought tears to Heidi's eyes.

"Why are you crying?" Tim asked, concerned, when he saw her tears. "Am I hurting you?"

"No, no, no!" Heidi replied quickly. "It's...it's just that you feel so good! I need you so badly!" She pressed herself against him.

Tim moved his hips and his shaft slid easily deep into his wife's body.

"Yesssss!!! Oh, Tim! Yesssss!!!!" Heidi moaned. Slowly, Tim began moving. She could feel every inch of his wand as it glided into her, then withdrew. She raised her legs and locked them behind him, pulling him tight against her. Her hips rotated and his fullness caressed the sensitive walls of her vagina while her clit rubbed deliciously against his pubic bone.

"Lover! Lover! Lover!" she cried, "Oh, God! You feel so good in me!  Oh, God, I love you!"

They approached climax, their locked bodies writhing, their lips connected, their tongues sliding snake-like against one another, the fires of passion burning fiercely inside them.

"Come, Tim! Come! Fill me!! Fill meeeeee!!" Heidi cried, "Please, Tim!!! Lover!!! I need you!!!" Her orgasm began, then she felt his scorching juices exploding into her. "Yessss!!! Oh, darling!!! Oh, darling!!! Yessss!!! Yessss!!! Need you!!! Neeed you so bad!!! Arrrrrhhhhh!!! Arrrrhhhhh!!! Fill meeeee!!!! Filll meeeeeeee!!!! I love you!!! Oh, Tim, I love you!!!"

They lay in each other's arms afterward and Heidi realized once again that what made their love-making so special was the fact that they really loved each other. Love did make a difference.

After a few minutes, Tim rolled on top of Heidi and began to nibble her nipples, bringing them quickly to full, tingling, rigidity. Then his lips started moving down over the rest of her shapely body.

"Ahhhh!!!" Heidi groaned. Her hips arched off the bed when her husband's tongue speared into her, shooting lightning bolts of ecstasy into her. Her legs clamped around his head and her hips rocked. She felt him grab her buttocks. "Lover!!!! Oh, lover!!!! Ohhhh!!! Ohhhh!!! Ohhhh!!!" she moaned, "Eat me!! Oh, my sweet man, eat mee!!! Eat meeeeee!!! Yesssssss!!!!!" Heidi continued to shudder under Tim's oral assault. Pleasure radiated through her entire body. Her husband didn't stop until she lay limp and spent. Then he kissed her belly softly, slid up next to her, and pulled her into his arms.

"My God, Tim, that was so wonderful!" Heidi murmured. She hugged him, loving the way it felt to have his body pressed against hers.

"I kind of figured you might like that," Tim said, then he kissed her passionately.

Heidi began to slide her hands over her husband's firm, strong body. He was so wonderful to touch!

"Ohhhh!!" Tim moaned, "You sure do touch nice, pretty lady!" He rolled on his back while Heidi continued stroking his warm flesh.

Heidi kissed her husband's nipples, drawing each one out with her lips, feeling it harden. It was lovely, and the way Tim shook and twitched, let her know loved what she was doing to him as much as she loved doing it.

"God, Heidi!!! You're...Ahhh!!!...driving me...Ohhhh!!!...crazy!" he moaned.

Heidi wrapped her hand around her husband's erection and began to stroke it gently. Then, holding it, she bent and ran her tongue along the swollen, veined sides of the throbbing spear. She kept doing that until she had it glistening with her saliva.

"Yessss!!! Ohhhh, Heidi!!! Yessss!!!" Tim groaned.

Heidi lowered her head over his erection, letting the wedge-shaped tip part her lips then slide into her mouth. Once she had all of him in her mouth, she began moving her head up and down, and felt the tightly-stretched skin of her husband's swollen shaft sliding delightfully against her lips.

"Ahhhhh!!! Ahhhhh!!!" Tim moaned. "In you!!! Heidi!!! Oh, Godddd!!! I want to be in you!!!"

Heidi climbed atop him, trembling with need, and impaled herself on his shaft. "Ohhhh!!!" she moaned as she sank down onto him. "How can you always feel so good?"

"Yessss!!!!" he answered, "Yessss!!! Feels good!!! Oh, God, Heidi that feels so damn good!"

Heidi rocked her hips slowly. Her movement gave both of them indescribable pleasure. Tim's hips thrust in counterpoint to her movements. His erection massaged her insides, driving her toward release.

Heidi leaned forward and placed her hands on Tim's shoulders while she supported herself on her outstretched arms. The movement made her breasts swing out from her body. Tim lifted his head and caught a turgid nipple between his lips. The sensations that resulted from his action sent Heidi spiraling into bliss.

"Aggggghhhhhh!!!! Comminnngggg!!! Darling!!! Darling!!! I'm commminnngggggg!!!!" she cried, "So sweet!!! Ohh!! Ahhh!!! So...So sweet!!! My darling!!! My lover!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!"

Even though she was being overwhelmed by rapture, Heidi could feel her husband's hip movements become more frenzied, then warmth bathed her insides as, groaning wildly, he blasted his essence into her.

 When they finished, they lay against each other, enjoying the after-glow of their shared delight. Eventually, lying in each other's arms, they drifted off to sleep.




The User Ch. 16



Sarah Davis showed up at Ben Sanders' apartment, at his request. He opened the door when she rang the bell and smiled at what he saw. The lithe young woman was wearing an outfit he found very attractive. It consisted of a mohair cardigan sweater, lacy camisole, and extremely short, snug tan suede skirt. He also noticed she was carrying a bag.

Sarah smiled at him and held the bag up. "I brought some of my folks' porno flicks for us to watch," she said. "You don't mind, do you, Mr. Sanders?"

Ben shook his head. "No, not at all," he replied. It intrigued him that she'd thought to do something that would add a bit of variety to their sexual experience.

"You really are gonna watch these videos with me?" Sarah asked, obviously excited.

"Of course," Ben said. He and his ex-wife used to watch adult videos, and when they did, his ex always got turned on. In fact, some of the best sex he ever had with his ex-wife came after they'd watched porno flicks. He took the bag from Sarah and, smiling, walked to the cabinet where his TV and VCR were. He selected one of the films and slipped it into the VCR. "I wonder if Sarah will react the same way my ex-wife used to?" he wondered as the machine swallowed the tape.

After inserting the tape in the VCR, he walked back to the sofa and sat down next to the blonde teenager, who immediately snuggled against him. Her fluffy sweater tickled his arm.

"Turn it on!" she said.

"You sure?" Ben asked.

"Yeah," she replied. "Come on! I can't wait! I brought some really hot movies!"

Ben used the remote control to start the VCR. First came very sexy promos for other films, then the credits rolled. After the credits, the feature began. The film didn't have much in the way of story. Mostly the TV screen was filled with writhing, moaning, naked bodies.

Ben glanced over at Sarah. The young woman was gazing at the TV, a rapt look on her face. She licked her lips, an unconscious gesture Ben found terribly erotic. He continued to watch Sarah instead of the movie and, as he did, he saw her nipples begin to stiffen under her fluffy sweater. He stroked her arm and she cuddled against him. He laid his arm around her shoulders and she laid her head on his shoulder, but she didn't take her eyes from the TV. He kissed her on the cheek. She smiled and murmured, but kept watching the movie, in which two women, who seemed to be thoroughly enjoying what they were doing, were making love.

Ben often wondered if the actors in adult movies were performing, or were actually enjoying what they were doing. The two women in the film he and Sarah were watching certainly appeared to be reveling in the sex they were sharing! His cock began to stiffen.

Sarah sighed softly, her chest heaved, and she licked her lips again when, crying out with passion, one of the women in the film exploded into orgasm.

 Ben pulled Sarah onto his lap. With a moan, the teenager turned and pressed her lips against his. While their lips pressed and their tongues duelled, Ben pulled her skirt up, cupped her almost-bare bottom in his hands, and began massaging her firm buttocks.

Sarah murmured softly and wriggled her bottom against his already-erect cock. She slid her hand between them, fumbled his slacks open, pulled his rigid shaft out, and began stroking it.

Ben lifted Sarah who, still clutching his cock, rubbed it against her vagina through her panties. Moaning softly, she pushed the panties aside and placed the head of his cock against her sopping labia. Her action brought groans of joy from both of them.

Ben lifted the young woman until she was over his rigid organ, then he lowered her and almost fainted with delight when he felt his pole slide into her superb young body.

Sarah let out a passionate sigh when he slid his cock into her and, when he was in as far as he could go, she started rocking her hips while she clung to him, her body quaking. Ben shoved his hips upward, driving his cock into her, holding her hips firmly in his hands.

Sarah moaned louder. Her movements became more frantic. Then, just moments after they began, her body stiffened, then she began quaking. Accompanying her wild movements were feral cries of passion. "My Goddddd!!! Yesssss!!!" she wailed. "Oh, yesssss!!! Oh, Goddddddddd!!!! Yessssssss!!! Take meeeee!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

Ben felt himself erupting and the intense pleasure he experienced as he did forced a groan from him. He clung to Sarah desperately and continued to jab his cock into her wildly.

Afterward, still partially clothed, they remained in their embrace on the sofa.

Sarah kissed Ben, then she looked at him, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She reached into his lap and caressed his cock for a few minutes. Then, eyes shining, she got off the sofa and knelt in on the floor front of him, still stroking his shaft, which was growing hard once more. Her eyes were wide and her face was flushed. Her warm hands moved over the veined surface of Ben's swollen tool.

"Ohhhh!!! Godddd!!!" he groaned. The sensations he was feeling were unbelievably good! His cock was hard as steel again! He should have started making it with young girls ages before this! How many chances to enjoy wonders like this had he missed over the years because of his former prudish ideas?

"Oh, Wow! It spit at me," Sarah giggled softly when a glistening drop of pre-cum appeared on tip of his throbbing shaft. She squeezed more of the slippery fluid out of him and massaged it into the purple tip.

"Ahhhh!!!!" Ben groaned. "Oh, God, Sarah!!! If...if you...if you...keep...doing that...Ohhhhh!!!...I...Ahhhhh!!!"

"Does that feel good, Mr. Sanders?" Sarah asked ingenuously. Her hands continued to move up and down on his cock maddeningly.

"You know it does!!!" Ben whimpered. His pulse was pounding. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt such unbearable sexual tension!

Sarah surprised him by kissing the flared tip of his cock, then swirling her tongue around it.

"Unnnnhhhhh!!!" Ben cried, his hips rocking. "Ohhhhhh!!!! Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!!"

Sarah licked the tip and swirled her tongue around it again, then she slid her tongue all the way down over his swollen, super-sensitive flesh, to the base, and began sucking his balls into her mouth.

Ben laid his head on the back of the sofa and closed his eyes. There was no way he could ignore the powerful sensations sweeping over him, even with his eyes closed.

Sarah's tender lips locked around the tip of his cock and her tongue poked into the tiny, slitted opening.

"Agggggghhhhhh!!!!! Unnnnhhhhhhh!!!!" Ben groaned, quivering.

Slowly, Sarah's lips slid downward and his entire shaft entered her divine young mouth.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhh!!!!" Ben cried while waves of bliss washed over him.

Ever so slowly, Sarah lifted her head, dragging her lips upward, until only the tip of Ben's twitching cock remained trapped between her sweet lips.

"Sarah...Oh, God, Sarah!" Ben groaned, powerfully aroused, "Sarah!!! I'm gonna come!!!" His hips were hunching wildly. "If you keep doing that, I'm gonna come!!!!" He wasn't sure whether the girl heard him or not. Then her actions told him either she hadn't, or didn't care. She began moving her head up and down rapidly, her tongue lashing the sides of his cock. She rolled his balls in her hands at the same time.

"Oh, Jesus!!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!! Aggggghhhhhhhh!!!!" Ben cried as, like a rapidly unwinding spring, his sexual tension released and ecstasy filled him. He exploded, sending spurt after powerful spurt of his hot, viscous cream into the teenager's mouth. "Ohhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhh!!!!! Annnnnhhhhhhhh!!!!!" his cries of delight continued while Sarah sucked him dry. At last, the fantastic feelings began to ebb and his erection began to soften.

Even after Ben's penis was limp, Sarah kept it between her lips. She looked up at him, her eyes bright and, as he watched, she allowed the limp tube to slide slowly out of her mouth. After that, her tongue came out and licked his juices off her lips.

"I loved sucking you off, Mr. Sanders!" Sarah exclaimed. "It was so wild when your hot stuff started shooting into my mouth! It was awesome! I loved it! I think I even came a little when you did!"

The randy teenager slid onto Ben's lap, snuggled against him, and their lips met. While they kissed, she wriggled her superb body against Ben. He slid his hands under her sweater and up the warm, silken skin of her back. He could feel her body move in response to his caresses.

"Ohhhh!!!" Sarah whispered, "God, Mr. Sanders, does that ever feel neat!!"

"Would you like it...?" Ben asked, while his hands glided over her smooth warm skin, "...if I did something to make you feel good, too?"

"Ohhhhh!!!" Sarah squealed. "Oh, Yeah! I'd love it!"

"Let's go to bed, then," Ben whispered. He kissed her neck and shoulders and cupped her firm breasts, letting her hardened nipples press into his palms. "Don't you think it would be a lot more fun if we were in bed?"

"Oh, jeezum!" Sarah moaned softly and a shudder went through her. "It sure as heck would!" She slipped out of Ben's arms and they both stood up. He stepped out of his pants, which the teenager had pushed down around his ankles, took her hand, and started leading her toward his bedroom.

A few minutes later, standing in front of his bed, he stripped Sarah's clothes from her, then he pulled her against him, feeling her warmth radiating into him. He covered her soft lips with his.

"You know, Sarah, you are very beautiful," he said softly after the kiss ended. He looked at her, standing in front of him. Her face was ruddy, her eyes were wide, and her chest was rising and falling evenly. Her breasts, as nice a pair as he'd ever seen, stood proudly. A large, swollen, succulent nipple adorned the tip of each breast.

Ben slowly, tenderly, cupped the girl's lovely spheres and squeezed them gently. Then he brushed his thumbs across the large, rubbery tips.

"Ohhhhhh!!!!!" Sarah whimpered. Ben could feel her trembling. "That...it feels so good!!! Don't...don't stop!"

Ben laid her gently on the bed. "Sarah, you are so lovely!" he whispered. He knelt next to her, bent over her, and drew one of her rigid nipples between his lips. At the same time, he began sliding his hand lightly over her velvety skin.

"Ohhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhh!!!" the lissome teenager murmured. "God, Mr. Sanders, do I ever love the way you touch me!"

Touching her, Ben thought, was an absolute delight. Her skin was as soft as fine satin, and incredibly warm. As his hand slid over it, he could feel her begin to squirm in response.

Ben let his kisses move from the tips of her breasts down over the underslopes of the proud mounds they highlighted, across her chest, onto her abdomen.

Sarah arched her back, and sucked in her belly. "Ohhhhhh!!!!" she groaned, "Yessssssssss!!! Yesssssssssssss!!!!"

Ben continued to explore the teenager's body with his lips, savoring the way her smooth young skin felt against his lips and tongue.

"Yesssss!!!! Oh, God!!! That feels so awesome!!!" Sarah cried. Her hands flailed wildly as she tried to find something to grab hold of. Finally, she clutched her breasts and her fingers pulled on her nipples.

While his lips were travelling down her body, Ben let his hand trail through her soft, damp, pubic hair. When Sarah spread her legs, he caressed her supple inner thighs.

"Ahhhhhh!!!" Sarah groaned. Her hips were in constant, fervid motion. "I can't stand it!!! It feels too...tooooo...goooooooodddddd!!!!"

Ben's lips arrived at her lower belly. He kissed and licked through her silken forest while his finger began exploring her need-dampened vagina.

"Ohhhhhh!!!! Yessssss!!!!! Touch me!!!! Oh, yeah, touch meeeeee!!!!!" the passion-inflamed young woman groaned, her back arching.

Ben moved between her legs and, after kissing her rippling lower belly for a while, he let his lips and tongue move slowly onto the petal-like lips of her young pussy.

"Ohhhhhh!!!! Goddddddd!!!! Agggggghhhhhhh!!!! That feels wild!!!" she groaned.

Ben slid his tongue between the writhing young woman's puffy lips and tasted the mixture of juices flowing from her. His tongue slid over her youthful clit and the girl reacted as if she'd been given a powerful electric shock.

"Wow!!! Oh, wow!!! Agggggghhhhhhh!!!!! Aggggghhh!!!!! Unnnnnnhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Sarah cried. Her body exploded into even wilder movements. "That feels tooo gooodddd!!!! Aggggghhhhh!!!!!"

Ben kept his face buried in Sarah's muff. He kept lashing her clit with his tongue and at the same time, he had two fingers plunging in and out of her pussy.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!! I can't stand it!!!! I can't stop!!!!! I can't stop!!!! Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!" she screamed, "Oh, God!!!! Toooo gooooooddddddd!!! Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

Ben kept licking and sucking Sarah until her frantic movements began to slow. When, at last, she was still, he stretched out next to her and took her in his arms.

Sarah smiled at him. "Mr. Sanders, you got my stuff all over your face. It's all wet," she giggled.

"It certainly is," Ben said, "and you taste wonderful!" He covered her lips with his and pulled her tightly against him.

"I don't believe it! You're hard again!" Sarah exclaimed when the kiss ended. She was pressing herself against him, trapping his newly risen cock against her soft belly.

Ben was surprised, too. He'd never been this randy, or able to perform this often, before he started taking his teenage lovers. Women his age never had this kind of effect on him.

Ben kissed Sarah's breasts, sucking the nipples deep into his mouth. She pressed her face against his chest and returned the favor, letting her lips caress his nipples, driving him wild. Her hand slid between them and grasped his swollen cock. "Oh, yessss, Mr. Sanders!!!! Yesssss!!!!" she groaned, clutching his cock, "Put it in me again!! I want your cock in me! Give it to me!"

"Then I guess I better put it there," Ben said and rolled on top of her.

Sarah rocked her hips and his cock, trapped between them, rubbed through her hot, wet furrow. "Please, Mr. Sanders!!! Please!!!" she begged and kept thrusting against him. "Put it in me! I need it in me!! Don't make me wait! Please, Mr. Sanders!"

Ben lifted his hips and his cock slid down over her belly and between her legs. When he felt her labia against the tip, he began to shove the swollen organ into her.

"Oh, yeah!!! Oh, yeah!!!" the teenager wailed. "Yessssss!!!!! Give it to meeee!!!! Oh, God!!! Give it to meeeee!!!!!"

While Ben squeezed his cock slowly into Sarah, the girl arched her back, lifting her hips, drawing him deeper and deeper into her warm, wet opening.

"Don't stop!!!! Don't ever stop!!!! Give it all to me!" Sarah moaned.

Ben held himself over the girl on outstretched arms, looking down at her. His cock was in her all the way. He stayed still because the wonderful feelings sweeping over him threatened to make him come.

"Don't stop! Please, Mr. Sanders! Don't stop!" Sarah begged. She rocked her hips and pressed herself against him. "Fuck me!! Please, Mr. Sanders!!! Fuck me!!!"

Ben lifted his hips. His movement pulled all of his cock, except the tip, from her rippling, clinging cave. Then he pushed back into her slowly, enjoying the feelings which rushed through him. He continued stroking slowly in and out of her.

Sarah's reaction grew more fervent the longer Ben's slow movements continued. Soon she was clawing at Ben and her legs were pounding against the mattress.

"Mr. Sanders!!! Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!! It's...it's...it's gonna happennnnn!!!!!! Uhhhhhhh!!! Uhhhhhhhhhh!!! It's happeninnngggg!!! I...I'm commminnngggg!!! Don't stop!!!! Aggggggghhhhhh!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhh!!! Uhhhhhhhhhh!!! Uhhhhhhhhhh!!!" the teenager cried as she crested.

Ben kept stabbing into her. Her tunnel rippled along his thrusting cock and the sensations that evoked swept him along with her. "Yeahhhhhhhhhh!!!!" he groaned, as he erupted. "Yessssss!!! Take it, baby, take it!!!!"

Eventually they lay side-by-side, spent.

"God, Mr. Sanders, you are such an awesome lover!" Sarah said. "Making love with you is the best, the absolute best!"

"You're pretty spectacular, too," Ben told her.

Sarah rolled on her side and smiled at him. She reached out and tickled his face lightly. "I really like making it with you," she said softly.

"I like making it with you, too, Sarah," Ben replied. He kissed her neck.

The young woman murmured softly and wriggled against him. "Before you, I didn't really know what making was," she said.

"I'm a teacher," Ben said, "I guess I'm doing my job, huh?" He pulled her against him. Lying there, with Sarah in his arms, he found himself thinking about Melanie, and the mess she'd wound up in. "Thank God that all seems to have worked out," he thought. "Fortunately, I got it settled without anybody finding out what was really going on."

Sarah snapped him out of his reverie with a kiss. "I gotta get going, Mr. Sanders," she said.

"I know," he said. "Can you come over again next Wednesday?"

"You bet!" the lass said.



The User Ch. 17



"How would you feel about going on a stakeout with me after school?" Tim Jackman asked his wife. He'd stopped by the high school to have lunch with her and they were sitting in her office, eating the pizza he brought with him.

"What do you mean?" Heidi asked. "Why are you asking me to go on stakeouts with you all of a sudden?"

Tim smiled at her. "Well, stakeouts are boring," he said, "and I figured that..."

"Tim!" Heidi said. "Be serious."

"All right," he said, "if Sanders is having girls come over to his apartment, maybe we'll see who some of them are if we watch. I thought maybe you'd be willing to come along and help identify any girls who show up there."

"Ah...I guess so," Heidi said. "Why not?"

"Great!" Tim said. "Stakeout duty with you will be a lot more fun than it would be with Lex or Martha."

"You're so sweet," Heidi said, grinning.

"I'll pick you up after school," Tim said. "And we'll go do it."

A half-hour after school let out, Tim and Heidi were sitting in the police department's surveillance van in a parking lot across the street Ben Sanders' apartment building. The van had a video camera that would allow them to tape anyone who went into the apartment, and he also had a still camera with a long-range lens. He got two pairs of binoculars out of a cabinet in the van and gave one pair to Heidi.

Heidi took the binoculars. "What are you going to do if a girl shows up?" she asked. She was feeling a little excited. This was the first time her husband had included her in his work, and she kind of liked it.

"We'll take pictures video, and keep notes on when she arrived and when she left," Tim said.

"Oh," Heidi said. Somehow that didn't sound too exciting.

"I've got some sandwiches and soda in that cooler in the back," her husband explained. "We could be here a while. I've got a thermos of coffee, too."

"I wondered about that," Heidi said. She knew her husband didn't go long without coffee.

They'd been in position about a half an hour when a young woman walked down the sidewalk. She stopped and looked around, then she headed up the sidewalk to the door of Ben Sanders' apartment.

Heidi had been observing the girl through the binoculars while Tim turned on the video camera and began snapping photos. "My God! That's Tina Williams," she exclaimed. "She's a sophomore."

"How old does that make her?" Tim asked, focusing on the girl's face with the telephoto lens of his camera. The girl wasn't very attractive. Actually, she looked kind of used. She had a lot of long brown hair worn in a tightly curled style Tim had learned was called crimped. The dangling brown curls framed her face and cascaded over her shoulders. She wore shorts which showed that she did have good legs. She was also wearing a sleeveless sweater, and the camera let Tim see the sweater did nothing to hide the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her large breasts sagged and her nipples showed through the thin sweater.

Tim got a shot of Tina ringing the doorbell. Then, when the door opened, he snapped a picture of Ben Sanders and the girl talking.

"Tim, even though she's a sophomore, she's been held back, so she is eighteen," his wife whispered. "She has a baby, which is one of the reasons she missed a few years."

Ben Sanders greeted Tina at his door. "Come in, Tina," he said. "I'm glad you could come over today."

"I'm glad as hell you asked me to come over," Tina replied, smiling. She walked by him, into the apartment.

Ben watched the young woman and realized that, depending on how he looked at her, she was almost attractive. And she did have a nice smile. He felt his cock stir as he gazed at her.

Tina extended her arms over her head, stretched, and yawned. "I'm sorry, I didn't get a lot of sleep last night," she said. "My little guy has been sick. He kept me up most of the night last night."

"I don't know how you manage to be a single mother and keep up with your school work," Ben said. Actually, he thought, even if her breasts did sag a little, they weren't that bad. And her nipples were huge, that he knew. As he recalled what those nipples looked and felt like, his cock grew harder.

"It ain't easy, believe me," Tina said. She set her purse on a small table sitting along one wall of the apartment, then leaned back on the table, her arms outstretched. The movement thrust her breasts out, and her nipples showed even more clearly. "My mom's a big help, though. She watches him so I can do my homework and study." She thrust her pelvis forward a little.

Ben started for the living room and Tina followed. He stopped and so did the girl, who stood close to him. Ben realized she smelled clean, as if she'd just taken a bath.

Tina looked up at Ben, who grabbed her, pulled her against him and kissed her.

The young woman felt fires of passion flaring in her as she pressed her body against the guidance counselor's.

Ben clutched her, held her mouth with his, and moved his hands under her sweater, onto her bare back. He heard her moan and felt her pressing hr body against him. She obviously wanted him as bad as he wanted her! He picked her up, carried her to the sofa, and set her down on it. Then, while Tina raised her arms to help him, he yanked her sweater over her head. He tossed the sweater aside, then he opened her shorts and pushed them, and her panties, down over her solid legs. Once the girl was naked, Ben shucked his clothes.

Tina could hardly wait for Mr. Sanders to start fucking her. She'd been thinking about his cock most of the afternoon in school. Once she was out of her clothes, she laid back on the sofa and spread her legs. Damn, he had a big cock and she needed it bad!  Then the guidance counselor was looming over her and she felt his warmth as he covered her body with his. His cock pressed against her belly, the dripping tip leaving a trail of pre-cum as it slid over her skin. He plastered his lips against hers and his tongue jabbed into her mouth. She grabbed hold of him and shoved her hips up. Yeah! This was gonna be every bit as good as it was the last time!

Ben felt the girl's body moving against his, exhibiting how high her level of hunger was, and he reacted as quickly as he could. He grabbed his cock, centered the tip on her already wet opening, then he shoved it in.

"Gahhhhhhhhh!!!!" Tina yelled. Mr. Sanders was driving his cock into her. That was exactly what she wanted! She needed fucking so bad and Mr. Sanders fucked her better than any other guy she ever screwed!

Supporting himself on his arms, Ben pounded down into the teenager lying under him on his sofa. They were like animals, joining out of desperate need, for no other reason. He found this incredibly exciting. His control was gone, all he could think of was the rush of delight he knew he'd get when he spewed his seed into her.

"Eeeeeeeeeeahhhhhhhhh!!!! Eeeeeeeeahhhhhhhhh!!!" Tina cried, grabbing Mr. Sanders' arms, experiencing a sudden, overwhelming, orgasm. "Eeeeeeaaaahhhhhhh!!! Uuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Uuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Uuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! Uhhhhhh!!!! I...needed...this...so....so....bad!!! Oh, Jesus!!! Oh, Jesus!!! Yeahhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Damnnnnnnnnn!!! Yeahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

Tina's wild explosion swept Ben along with her. His hips thudded against hers as he hosed her insides with his fiery cream, groaning with bliss.

Finally, spent, Ben collapsed on top of the girl. When he had strength enough, he disentangled himself from her and sank onto the sofa.

"I need a cigarette. You don't mind if I smoke, do you Mr. Sanders?" Tina asked. She lay naked on the sofa looking up at him, acting neither embarrassed nor shy.

"I...I'm sorry, I don't smoke," Ben said.

Tina started to get up. "I got some smokes in my purse," she said.

"I'll get them for you," Ben said. He got off the sofa, got Tina's purse from the hall table, and handed it to her. He was so intent on getting back to Tina he didn't see the plastic bag that dropped from the purse when he picked it up.

"Boy, I needed that," Tina commented after she lit her cigarette. She smiled at him. "You really fuck good, Mr. Sanders! Damn good!" She sucked on her cigarette and let out a cloud of smoke.

Ben wasn't sure what to do or say. Sitting on his sofa, naked, Tina managed to seem self-assured, as if this was something she did every day. He'd never known anyone quite like her.

"You wanted it bad, too, didn't you, Mr. Sanders?" Tina asked, letting out another stream of smoke.

"I sure did," Ben replied.

"Yeah," Tina said, "I could see it in your eyes when I walked in." She giggled. "And I sure as hell could tell once I was here, couldn't I?"

"Ah...yeah, I guess you could, couldn't you?" Ben replied. He felt his face get hot. This homely, coarse girl affected him in ways no other woman he'd ever known did.

Tina stood up and walked around the room. As Ben watched her, he realized there was something surprisingly poised and sensual about her. As that realization sank in, he discovered that he was getting hard again.

Tina stopped, turned, saw his growing erection, and smiled. "You ready to go again, Mr. Sanders?" she asked.

Ben didn't reply. He stared at her, unable to take his eyes off her. His cock continued to stiffen and swell.

Tina saw that Mr. Sanders' cock was getting stiff again and grinned. If he got another hard-on, that meant she was gonna get it again. She looked around, spotted an ashtray, and leaned over to stub out her cigarette. She was going to go back to the sofa for more of his fine fucking.

Tina didn't get to the sofa. When she bent over Ben, no longer able to contain himself, leaped off the sofa, crossed the room in two quick strides, and before Tina could begin to straighten up he jammed his rigid cock into her come-slick cunt.

"Goddam!!" Tina moaned when Mr. Sanders' throbbing pole slid into her again. She wasn't planning to fuck like this, but it didn't matter to her where he fucked her, or whether it was standing up, sitting down, or lying down. Having Mr. Sanders' cock slamming into her was fantastic, fucking fantastic! "Yeah, Mr. Sanders, fuck me!! Oh, Jesus, fuck me!!" she groaned. She grabbed the arms of the chair she was next to and held on as the guidance counselor assailed her.

Ben kept lunging against her. He never experienced anything like this with any of his other student lovers. Being with Tina always involved pure, unadulterated lust, nothing else. He plunged into her fervently, hearing her gasp and sigh as he smacked against her. He bent over her and grabbed her dangling, jiggling breasts. He began mauling them, squeezing them, bringing more passionate responses from the lust-mad teenager.

"Yeah!!! Oh, yeah, Mr. Sanders!!! Fuck me!!! Fuck me hard!!! Oh, shit!!! That's the way!!! Oh, yeah!!!" Tina cried. This was great! Mr. Sanders was making her feel fantastic again!

"Now!!! Oh, dammit, now!!!" Ben cried. His body went into paroxysms of joy as he erupted into the girl.

"Shoot me full Mr. Sanders!!!  Yeahhhhh!!!! Yeahhhhhhh!!!!" Tina cried when his hot juices splashed into her. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Fuck!!! Fuck!!! Fuck!!! That's so fuckin' fantastic!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

Weakened by passion, the girl fell across the chair, pulling Ben with her. He pushed himself to his feet, pulled his come-slick cock from her, and stood there, his legs shaking.

Tina managed to get to her feet, got up on tip-toe and kissed him. "Where's your bathroom?" she asked.

"Ah...down the hall, there," Ben said weakly. He was still trembling from the intensity of the experience he'd just had.

"Thanks," Tina said. She padded off down the hallway and disappeared into the bathroom.

Ben staggered across the living room and sat down on the sofa. Tina reappeared a few minutes later. She picked up her clothes and began putting them on as Ben watched. He couldn't believe it. Even watching her get dressed aroused him!

"Man, that was wild," Tina said. "You sure know how to use that cock of yours, Mr. Sanders."

"Ah...thank you, Tina," Ben said.

Tim and Heidi weren't the only people watching Ben Sanders' apartment. Cynthia Dumas, leaning against a tree down the block, saw Tina go to Mr. Sanders' door and ring the bell. The girl's heart began to pound when she saw Mr. Sanders greet Tina, then take her inside.

Cynthia hadn't intended to spy on Mr. Sanders. She'd headed for his place after school, hoping he would make love to her again. She was walking up the street when she saw Tina walking toward his door. After the younger girl went into the apartment, Cynthia, shocked, found herself unable to leave. She had to know if what she was thinking was true.

"Well, I guess I better get goin'," Tina said. Ben slipped his pants on and walked her to the door.

"Thanks, Mr. Sanders," Tina said. She pulled Ben's face to hers and kissed him with surprising tenderness.

"Uh, yeah, sure," Ben stammered. "Thank you, Tina."

Cynthia watched Tina emerge from Mr. Sanders' apartment, and noticed the way she straightened her clothes as she moved down the sidewalk. Cynthia, knowing what that meant, felt tears welling up in her eyes, blurring her vision. She began to sob. She turned and headed home. "Damn him!" she thought. "He lied to me! He doesn't care about me! He's just been using me! I hate him!! I hate him!" She walked down the street, crying.

Heidi and Tim also watched Tina walk away from Ben Sanders' apartment. Heidi looked at her husband, who was capturing the girl on video.

"Tim, what...what are we going to do?" she asked.

"I don't know, yet," Tim replied. "I was hoping we'd be able to prove he had an underage girl in his apartment, but that's out. Even if he had, I suppose we can't prove he did anything with her."

"But you saw the way Tina was acting when she left," Heidi said. "You know what they were doing, don't you?"

"Of course I do," Tim replied. "But knowing it and proving it are two different things," he reminded her.



The User Ch. 18



"I'm leaving now, ma'am," Eileen told Arlene. "Are you sure you and Mr. Atherton don't want me to stop by tomorrow and cook some meals for you."

"You have the weekend off Eileen," Arlene told the maid. "Enjoy yourself, spend some time with your daughter, take it easy. William and I will survive, I guarantee it."

"You sure, ma'am?" the maid asked.

"Get out of here, Eileen," Arlene said, feigning anger. "I don't want to see your face around her again until Monday morning!"

Eileen laughed. "Yes, ma'am," she said, and left.

An hour after the maid departed, Arlene met her husband, William, at the front door and they shared a long, passionate kiss. His folks were due to return from an around the world trip the following weekend, so Arlene had arranged for them to have this weekend alone.

She was looking forward to having her husband to herself for a change. She liked Eileen, and was starting to get used to having a maid, but it didn't allow her much private time with William.

"We have the house to ourselves all weekend. Is there anything in particular you'd like to do?" Arlene asked her husband after their kiss ended.

William grinned at his wife. "That's a silly question," he replied. He grabbed her ass and pulled her against him.

Arlene felt her husband's swollen member pressing against her and went a little weak inside.

Then William released her. "Before we begin our journey of passion," he said, "why don't we get something to eat? Then we won't have to interrupt whatever we're doing later."

Arlene giggled. "All right," she said. "But I have to change if we're going out. I've been helping Eileen with the cleaning and I'm a mess."

William didn't think his wife looked messy, but he didn't argue with her. He watched her walk up the steps and waited until he heard their bedroom door close then, quietly, he slipped up the stairs.

When he opened the bedroom door he was shocked. Arlene was lying naked, her arms outstretched, on their bed. "What took you so long, darling?" she asked.

The love-making that followed was quick, but sweet. After they finished, Arlene took a quick shower. Once they were dressed, they went out to get something to eat.

William thought his wife's outfit was terrific. She had on a clinging pale blue jersey blouse and a loose white wraparound skirt.

"You look gorgeous," he told her as they walked down the driveway toward William's BMW.

"I'm glad you think so," Arlene replied. "I love you and I want to look pretty for you."

"I love you, too," her husband replied. "And you always do look pretty for me." He paused and chuckled. "Even when you don't have clothes on."

"William!" Arlene exclaimed, blushing furiously.

William drove to a small, trendy restaurant known for its intimate atmosphere and excellent food. The restaurant, located in the basement of a business block, had booths along one wall, tables in the middle, and a bar along the other wall. The decor was an eclectic mixture of modern and antique. They were lucky enough to be seated in a booth in a dimly lit corner.

"This is very nice," Arlene said as she slid into the booth.

"It is, isn't it?" William replied. "And I understand the food is excellent, too."

Their server, whose name was Martine, brought them menus, asked if they wanted cocktails, then left to get the cocktails and give them time to decide which of the eatery's delicacies they wanted to order.

Arlene held the menu in front of her, gazing at it. There were so many things listed, and all of them sounded really delicious, so it was hard to decide what to order. Something brushed her breast and a thrill shot through her. She looked down, saw her husband's hand was on her breast, then looked into his grinning face. "William!" she whispered. "What on earth are you doing?"

"If you keep holding your menu like that," he whispered. "Nobody can see what I'm doing." He became bolder. His hand sought, then found, one of her distending nipples and teased it through the soft material of her blouse.

"Ohhhhhh!!!!" Arlene moaned softly while her husband toyed with her nipple. She continued to hold the menu, although she could no longer read it. And, since she was trembling, the menu was, too.

"What will you be having?" William asked. His hand continued to drive his wife wild.

"Ahh...I...Ahhhh!!!...I...can't even read...ah...the damn menu," Arlene stammered. He had her insides churning. "Ohhhh!!! William! Do...do you have any...idea what you're doing to me?"

"I certainly do," her husband replied. And he wasn't about to stop, either. He loved the way she was trembling and the pretty flush on her face.

When the server came to take their order, William dropped his into Arlene's lap.

Arlene laid her menu on the table. She was flushed, breathing hard, and hoped she would be able to keep herself under control long enough to order. William surprised her again.

"Are you ready to order?" the server asked, looking at Arlene. "She's a very attractive woman," Martine thought, "I love that dress! I wonder if she isn't feeling well. She seems a little flushed and it looks like she's having trouble breathing, too."

The reason Arlene was flushed and breathing hard was that her husband had slipped his hand inside her skirt, between her thighs. His fingers were sliding into her, working on her clit and, in general, driving her wild. Arlene feared she'd have an orgasm any second and hoped the waitress wasn't standing at their table when she did.

"We'll have two orders of the linguini carbonara," William said calmly, "And two diet colas."

"Yes, sir. Very good sir," Martine said. She turned and started for the kitchen, looking puzzled.

Arlene clung William's hand, trying to pull it away, but she didn't have the strength to do that. All she could do was hang on as her husband's fingers stirred her insides.

"I can't stop him!" the beautiful blonde thought, "I'm going to come! It...it feels so good! Ohhhhhh!!! I'm going to come!!!"

William felt his wife's thighs quivering, then her hips began undulating and her grip on his arm tightened. He looked at her. Her head lay against the back of the booth, her eyes were closed, her chest was heaving, and she looked as if she were clenching her jaws. He knew she was about to come.

"My God!!! Ohhhhhh!!! My God!!!! I'm commminnnnngggggg!!!!" Arlene thought, her body vibrating. It took every bit of self-control she could muster to keep from screaming out her joy but, somehow she managed to stifle the sounds of delight she wanted to make as her husband's hand did heavenly things to her. Then, at last, the intense feelings began to wane.

When William felt Arlene relaxing he took his finger from her and patted her thigh softly. He pulled his hand from the folds of her skirt, then he leaned over, kissed her on the cheek, and whispered, "Did you like your appetizer, sweetheart?"

"William, you're terrible!" she whispered. "Our waitress knew something was going on. I could see it in her eyes."

"She probably did," her husband agreed. "But I doubt she had any idea what was going on. Did you like what I did?"

"It was wonderful! I felt as if I were going to melt and flow under the table in a big puddle," Arlene said. "But what about you?" She laid her hand on his thigh and found that he had an erection. "Aha!" she exclaimed.

When Martine delivered food to the couple in the corner booth, she was even more puzzled. The woman looked a lot better than she had when they ordered, but the man's face was red and now he seemed to be having trouble breathing. What the hell was going on with them, anyhow?

The arrival of their food interrupted the sex play Arlene had started. She gave William a break and let him eat his meal. Actually, she had to give him a break, or she wouldn't have been able to eat her meal, either.

"Why did you do that?" Arlene asked as they ate the delicious food.

"I don't know, exactly," William said. "Like they say, it seemed like a good idea at the time. It was wild, wasn't it?"

"It was intense," Arlene said. "Probably the danger of discovery helped make it more exciting."

"Probably," William said. "After we finish, what would you think about our tearing each other's clothes off and screwing our brains out here in the booth?"

"William!" Arlene giggled. The thing was, she wasn't positive he wasn't at least a little serious.

After the meal, they went out to the BMW and found a light blinking on the cellular phone, indicating there was a message waiting for them.

"I wonder what that's all about?" William said as he dialed his message service. "I told them not to disturb us unless there was an emergency." He felt a cold chill. "You don't think something happened to Mother or Father, do you?"

"I know you told us not to bother you unless it was an emergency," the message service operator told William. "But a Mrs. Eileen Dumas called. She said it was very important that she speak to Mrs. Atherton. She sounded extremely upset."

"Did she leave a number?" William asked. He pulled a pen and note pad out of his jacket pocket.

"Yes," the message service operator said. She gave the number to him and he wrote it down on the pad.

"What's the matter?" Arlene asked as she watched her husband disconnect the cellular phone and begin dialing another number. "Is it about your parents?"

"No," he said, handing the phone to her. "Eileen called and said she needed to talk with you. The service said she sounded upset."

"Jamestown Memorial Hospital, emergency room," a female voice on the other end of the phone said. "Can I help you?"

"Ah...I...may I talk with Eileen Dumas, please?" Arlene said. She looked at William. "She's at the hospital, in the emergency room."

"I'll head that way," William said. He started the car and pulled out onto the street.

"He...hello?" Eileen said.

"Eileen, this is Arlene, what's the matter?" Arlene said.

"Cyn...Cynthia, she...she tried to...to kill herself," the woman said, then she began sobbing so hard she wasn't able to talk any more.

"My God!" Arlene said. "Eileen, we'll be right there." She put the cellular phone down.

"What's the matter?" William asked.

"Eileen's daughter just tried to kill herself," his wife told him. "Please hurry, honey, she sounds so upset, she needs us."

Ten minutes later, they walked into the emergency room. They found Eileen in the waiting room, talking to a young man wearing a leather jacket, sweatshirt, and jeans. An attractive woman sat next to Eileen, with her arm around her. The woman looked up. "Hello, William," she said.

"Hi, Heidi," William replied. He'd gotten to know Heidi Jackman, the school nurse at Jamestown High School, when he became involved with the high school's work-study program. He knew Heidi was married to a police officer and assumed the young man was her husband. He wasn't quite sure why the officer and his wife were here, or why the police would be interested in a suicide attempt.

Arlene sat down next to Eileen, and took her in her arms. The maid continued sobbing.

The young man turned and looked at William and Arlene.

"I'm William Atherton," William said, "and this is my wife, Arlene. We're Eileen's employers."

"I'm Tim Jackman," the young man said. "It seems you know my wife."

"Yes," William said. "We met at the high school. I'm on the work-study program advisory board. Can you tell me what happened?"

"I'll tell you as much as I know," Tim said. "Mrs. Dumas came home from work a while back and found her daughter semi-conscious. There were a whole bunch of empty pill bottles in her bed. She called rescue, and they brought the girl here."

"May I ask why the police are involved?" William asked.

"Sure," Tim said. "It's possible this incident may be related to an investigation I'm working on."

"An investigation?" William said. "Of what? How does it involve Eileen and her daughter?"

"I'm not sure I'm at liberty to tell you that right now, Mr. Atherton," Tim said.

"Will the girl be all right?" William asked.

"The docs aren't committing themselves yet, they're still working on her," Tim said.

"It was...Mr. Sanders," Eileen exclaimed. "He...he is the one...who...who did this to...to my Cynthia."

Tim turned and knelt down in front of the sobbing woman. "Mrs. Dumas, exactly what do you mean by that?" he asked.

"Before...before she passed out...Cynthia...she...she told me she did this because...because of Mr. Sanders..." the woman said, then began sobbing again.

Tim glanced at his wife, who looked back at him, wide-eyed.

William noticed the couple's exchange of glances. "Is she talking about Ben Sanders, the guidance counselor at Jamestown High School?" he asked. "What is going on here?"




The User Ch. 19



Passion In James County VII: The User

Chapter 19

Ben Sanders was in his office at the high school, working late, trying to get some reports which needed to go to the state department of education finished. He often stayed late because it allowed him to work undisturbed.

Ben had just about finished up and was thinking about leaving when there was a soft knock on the door. It opened and Kathy Walton, a student he'd been counseling, walked in. He had enjoyed making love with Kathy after a long slow period of getting her to the point where she was willing. After that one time, he held back, hoping she'd show more interest and, now, the fact that she'd stopped on her way home from the school committee meeting pleased him. The young woman's presence in his office told him she wanted to make love with him again. 

"Hi, Mr. Sanders. I went to the school committee meeting to see if they were going to budget more money for the drama club. When I was leaving, I saw that your light was on, so I thought I'd stop in and say hello," the girl said. "You don't mind, do you?"


"No, Kathy, I don't mind, not at all," Ben replied. He looked at the girl, who was on the school newspaper. She looked extremely attractive and quite mature. She had on a navy blue jersey knit suit with a long button-front jacket and straight skirt that ended just above her knees. Her light brown hair was loosely styled and formed a fluffy halo around her pretty face, which was lightly made up. "Ah...how was the meeting? Did they give the drama club the extra money?"

The girl shook her head. "Those people on the school committee just like to hear themselves talk," she said, "They waste a lot of time talking about stuff that doesn't matter."

Ben got up, walked around his desk and, when he was next to the girl, he put his arms around her. "You look gorgeous tonight, Kathy," he whispered. He felt her relax in his arms and lean against him.

Kathy wriggled her middle against his swelling cock. "During the meeting, I was thinking about you and some of that stuff we talked about," she murmured. "Thinking about the things you and I did the other week made me feel all funny inside."

"I get all funny inside when I think about you, too, Kathy," Ben said, giving her ear a lick with his tongue.

Kathy shuddered. "Are...are you...are we...going to...to make love again?" she asked.

Ben caressed one of her breasts through her dress and she moaned softly. "We will if you want to," he replied softly. "Do you want to make love with me again, Kathy?"

He felt her nodding against his chest. "When...when are we going to...to do it?" she murmured.

"How about right now?" he asked.

"God! Yesss!!!" Kathy murmured. "I was hoping that would happen if I stopped in here tonight!"

Ben continued massaging her breasts. At the same time, he began nuzzling her neck.

Kathy squealed with delight. "You're making me crazy!" she giggled.

Ben had her pressed against his desk. He began unbuttoning her jacket, then he slid his hands inside it. He was surprised that his hands found only bare flesh. He fondled her warm, spongy breasts and felt her hard nipples press into his palms.

Kathy shuddered and her hands covered his. "It...it feels so good when you do that!" she murmured. "My stomach is doing flip-flops! God, Mr. Sanders, I can't believe how wild you make me feel!"

"You'll feel even better before we're finished, Kathy," Ben told her, continuing to nuzzle her neck. "Much better. I promise."

Kathy squirmed her middle against him. "I want you, Mr. Sanders! God, do I ever want you!" she whispered.

Flames of passion burned brighter and brighter in Ben as he continued to fondle the girl's lovely breasts. He finally forced himself to leave her standing by his desk, walked to the door, locked it, then he turned off the light. Light from lights in the school parking lot flowed through the window, lighting the room just enough to allow him to see the pretty teenager, who stood, wide-eyed, waiting for him.

He walked back to her and lifted her onto the desk, then he finished unbuttoning her jacket. He pushed her skirt up and found she wasn't wearing stockings or panties, either. He moved between her marvelous legs.

Kathy reached for his belt, opened it and his pants, then her hands closed on his rigid cock. She stroked it and squeezed it with her fine, warm hands. "God, Mr. Sanders, you're so big! And so hot!" she murmured.

Ben took her face in his hands and kissed her tenderly.

As the kiss went on, Kathy continued to pull gently on his cock, urging him toward her.

Ben gasped when she guided the tip of his swollen cock to her already-damp opening. Then he shuddered as he began entering her.

Kathy leaned back on her arms, groaning, locking her legs behind him as he shoved himself into her. "Yes, Mr. Sanders! Take meeeee!!! Please!!! Please!!! Take meeee!!!" she groaned.

Ben did just that. He slid his hands over her bare flesh while his cock began to slide smoothly in and out of her.

"Oh God!!! I need you so bad!!! Take meeeeee!!! Mr. Sanders, take meeeeee!!!" Kathy cried. "Make me come!!! Please!!!! Please, Mr. Sanders!!! Oh, God, I...I'm gonna do it!!! I...I'm gonna come!!!! Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!"

The teenager squirmed frantically while Ben continued to drive into her. Then he was coming. "Kathy!! Oh, Kathy!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" he cried. He gripped her hips, holding her against him as he spouted into her.

He leaned on the desk, his cock still buried in the teenager, until he had strength enough to stand erect.

Kathy lay on his desk, her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling wonderfully. Finally Ben pulled his wilting cock out of her and stepped back.

Kathy pushed herself up into a sitting position and held her arms out to him. Ben moved into them and their lips joined in a gentle kiss.

"That was awesome, Mr. Sanders!" the girl whispered after the kiss ended. She hugged him. "It was the best I ever had! I needed that so much!"

"I'm glad," Ben replied. "I needed you, too, Kathy."

Kathy buried her face against his chest, hugging him. "God!" she whispered. "You make me feel so good I want to cry."

Ben kissed her on the forehead. "I'm glad I was good for you," he told the girl. "She's one of the better additions I made to my group of lovers!" Ben thought as he held Kathy. "I've got to have her over to the house again!"

"I...I better get cleaned up," Kathy said. "I...I really do have to get home."

Ben backed up. Kathy slid off the desk and headed for his bathroom.

Ben got himself straightened up and was sitting behind his desk when Kathy appeared from the bathroom.

The girl walked around behind the desk and kissed Ben. "I have to get going," she said, "Thanks again, Mr. Sanders." She gave him one more kiss, then she left.

After Kathy left, Ben put the papers he'd been working on in the filing cabinet, turned off the lights and left, too, locking the door behind him.

When he got to his apartment, he was surprised to find Ginger Morris' car parked outside his building. She got out when he pulled up.

"Hi, Mr. Sanders," Ginger said. "I'm home from college for a couple of days, so I thought I'd stop over and see you."

"Hi, Ginger," Ben replied, smiling. "Does your mother know where you are?"

Ginger giggled. "Nope," she said. "She'd have a fit if she did. I told her I was staying over at a friend's house."

"Want to come in?" Ben asked.

"You better believe it!" Ginger replied. "Why do you think I came over? Where were you? I was starting to think I'd have to leave without seeing you."

"I had some late work I had to do at school," Ben replied.

Not long after they went into his apartment, Ginger was laying on Ben's bed, wailing with delight. Her hips were bucking up and down while he licked her vagina.

"Godddddd!!!" the girl cried, "Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!! That feels so good!!! Oh, Jeez, Mr. Sanders, I missed your tongue so much!!!!" Her hips twisted and turned and her hands pulled at the sheets. "Mr. Sanders, I'm commminnnnnggggggg!!!! Oh, Jeez!!!!! Oh, Jeez!!! I'm comminnnnnggggg!!!! I'm comminnngggggggg!!!!!!"

Ben, his head trapped between Ginger's silken thighs, only barely heard her screams of joy, but knew she was coming because of the violent movements of her body. At last her legs fell away from his head and she lay still. Ben slid up next to her and took her in his arms.

Ginger hugged him. "That was so awesome, Mr. Sanders!" she gushed. "You make me feel better than anybody does!" She kissed him passionately. "Jeez! You're the best there is at eating pussy! I really missed your tongue at college!!"

Ben returned her kiss and began sliding his hand over her warm skin. Her skin rippled under his touch. He sucked one of her nipples between his lips and she groaned softly.

"Oh, Jeez! I forgot about that! You never stop, do you?" Ginger exclaimed. She rolled atop Ben and felt his cock slide between her legs and rub her ass. She loved it! She never knew a guy as horny as he was! He made her come better than anybody she'd ever slept with!

Ginger rocked her hips and felt Mr. Sanders' rigid pole slide through her vaginal lips. She couldn't believe she was still turned on, but she was! She wanted his cock in her! He cupped her breasts and tweaked her nipples with his thumbs.

"Ohhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhh!!!!" Ginger moaned.

Ben wanted to be in her! Her moving hips were rubbing her pussy against his rigid pole and it was driving him crazy. He slid his hand between them and managed to get the flared purple tip against her dripping opening. As the young woman continued moving, his swollen rod slid into her.

Ginger felt Ben's hand between them, then she experienced the slow invasion of her body by his cock. The sensations were intense, just like always! The swollen rod rubbed the super-sensitive walls of her pussy and delightful feelings welled up inside her. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her.

"Ohhhh!!!" Ginger moaned, "Jeez, Mr. Sanders, it...it's gonna happen again!!!! Feels too good!!! I'm gonna...Oh, Jeez!!! I'm gonna come againnnnnnnnnn!!!! Oh, yesssss!!! Oh, yesssss!!! Oh, yessss!!! Ahhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!! Yessssssssssss!!!!!!"

Ben felt the young woman go wild. Her hip movements were frenzied and her head bobbed limply on her lovely neck. She clutched his arms, her fingernails biting into his skin. Her rippling pussy milked Ben to release.

"Yeahhhhhhhh!!!!! Oh, yeahhhhhhhhhh!!!!" he cried. His neck arched and his hips rose off the bed. Gob after gob of his essence poured into the young woman's vibrating body. "I'm comminnnngggg, tooo!!! Oh, God, Ginger!!!!!!"

Her need satisfied, Ginger collapsed on top of Mr. Sanders, too weak to move. She felt his arms encircle her. Then he kissed her softly on the neck. She nodded off, more sated than she'd been in ages.

Ben lay there, the beautiful young woman lying on him, his cock still lodged in her. He realized she'd fallen asleep, and didn't want to move. He didn't want to waken her.

Exhausted, Ben, too, fell asleep. 



The User Ch. 20



Passion In James County VII: The User

Chapter twenty

Bob Parkette, the deputy prosecuting attorney who headed the P.A.'s office sex-crimes division, met with Tim early the morning after Heidi and Tim had observed Tina at Ben Sanders' apartment. Parkette was interested in the information the police had gathered, but wasn't too optimistic about the potential for a conviction.

"I'm not sure what I'd charge him with at this point, Tim," the portly, neatly-dressed prosecutor said. "I suppose we could try statutory rape, but if he claims he and the girl didn't do anything, and she corroborates his story..." He shrugged.

"What about the girl who OD'd?" Tim asked.

"If she regains consciousness and if she's willing to testify..." Parkette replied. He shrugged again. "We need more evidence if we're going after this guy with criminal charges."

"If I turn what I've got over to the superintendent of schools, you think there's enough there to fire Sanders?" Tim asked.

"Be nice to think so," Parkette replied, "but..." He shrugged. "If the union really goes to bat for the guy, I'm not so sure he'd get fired. Maybe put on probation, or something like that."

"I guess I better see if I can come up with more, huh?" Tim said, "no matter what we plan to do."

"Give it a shot," the prosecutor said. "If you can't find any girls willing to talk, then I'd suggest giving the superintendent what you've got and letting him deal with the problem."

"OK," Tim said. "I'll see what I can do." He and Heidi had already discussed this and Heidi, even though she knew there was risk in doing what she was doing without telling the principal, agreed to call girls down to her office so Tim and his partner, Martha Draper, could interview them.

Ben Sanders, unaware that his activities with female students had been discovered, had the day off. Sarah Davis had stopped by his office the previous afternoon and when he mentioned he had the day off, she asked if she could come over and see him during the day. Ben was at first wary, but he finally agreed. There were almost fifteen hundred students at Jamestown High. Nobody would connect the fact that both he and Sarah were absent the same day.

Ben had gone out to get breakfast and, on his way home, he got stuck in traffic. He wasn't sure exactly what time Sarah planned to arrive at his apartment, and was glad he'd left the door unlocked so she could go in. It wouldn't have been good for her to be hanging around outside his place.

When he got back to his building, he parked his car in his parking space and ran up the walk to his apartment. When he entered his apartment he didn't think Sarah had arrived yet.

"Mr. Sanders, is that you?" Sarah's voice came from the bedroom.

"Yes, Sarah, it's me," he replied.

"I'm in your bedroom," she replied, "I'm waiting."

Ben headed in that direction. A soft glow of light came from under the closed door. He opened the bedroom door then stood there, paralyzed.

Sarah wasn't alone. Her half-sister, Mindy, was with her. Both girls were wearing matching ultra-sheer shorty robes and under those robes were the scantiest of bras and super-tiny string bikinis - lacy vees of cloth that barely covered their delicious middles.

Sarah and her sister smiled at Ben. They were as excited about what was going to happen as the bug-eyed man standing in the bedroom doorway.

Ben could hardly breathe! He hadn't expected this, never in his wildest dreams! The idea of having two girls at once was a fantasy he had, but he never dreamed it would happen to him!

"Mindy wanted to find out what it's like to make it with a man," Sarah said. "And I told her you'd help her. You don't mind, do you, Mr. Sanders?"

"Ah...no...not...not at all," Ben stammered. He continued standing in the doorway, his legs trembling.

"Mr. Sanders isn't talking," Sarah said, "Come on, Mindy, let's take his clothes off. He's gotta be naked if you're gonna get what you want, right?"

"Ah...yeah, I...I guess so..." Mindy said, giggling nervously. When her sister told her she could arrange to have Mr. Sanders, the guidance counselor from the high school, take her cherry, Mindy eagerly agreed. She and Sarah had been playing sex games with each other for several years, but Mindy, still a virgin, wanted a man. She was glad she'd gone along with her sister's idea. She was nervous, but at the same time, wonderful feelings were churning in her stomach and they hadn't even done anything yet!

Ben gazed at the pair of enchanting young females. Both girls were slim and blonde. Sarah's body was fuller, more rounded and mature, while her sister's was leaner, but showed tremendous promise. The girls walked toward him, their eyes bright.

"You take the top half, Mindy, I'll take the bottom," Sarah said. She reached for Mr. Sanders' belt and unfastened it while her little sister began unbuttoning his shirt.

Ben couldn't believe it! The two girls were undressing him! His loosened pants dropped around his feet, then Sarah pushed his underpants down and his already rigid penis snapped into view.

"Take a look at this, Mindy!" Sarah exclaimed, grasping the swollen organ. "See what I meant? It's just like I told you it would be, Sis, he's ready to go!"

"Oh, Wow! That's awesome!" Mindy exclaimed. Her slim fingers joined her sister's on Ben's pulsing spear.

"Ohhhh!!!" Ben moaned. His legs turned rubbery as a result of the wonderful sensations their dual touch was causing.

"We gotta be careful, though, Sis," Sarah said, removing her hand from Ben's straining prong. "He sounds like he's pretty turned on. We don't want him blowing all his sweet stuff on the floor, do we?"

"No way!" Mindy said. Her hand left Ben, too.

Ben felt Sarah tugging on his arm. "Come on, Mr. Sanders, let's get on the bed," she said.

Mindy took hold of his other arm and the lovely sisters led the trembling man to his king-sized bed.

"It's your turn, Mr. Sanders," Sarah said. "Undress us. Do Mindy first."

Stiffly, Ben turned and slid the filmy gown off the younger girl's shoulders. He dropped it and it floated silently to the floor. Then he undid the front closure of the flimsy bra and uncovered Mindy's breasts, tiny mounds which were on the verge of blossoming. Mindy's tiny pink nipples strained out at him. He slid his hand over her lithe hips, stripping her panties from her.

When he bent to remove Mindy's panties, Ben's face came level with the girl's breasts and he seized one of the extended tips between his lips. He felt a violent tremor race through Mindy, who whimpered softly.

Then, though he hated to, Ben abandoned Mindy's delightful nipples. He sat up and turned to Sarah. Her eyes were bright with need and her body quaked in anticipation of his touch.

Ben removed Sarah's robe, then her bra, just as he'd done her sister's. When Sarah's ample breasts burst free, he clasped them in his hands and rubbed his thumbs over her erect nipples, deluging her with intense sensations.

"Ohhhhhh!!!" Sarah moaned, feeling faint. Mr. Sanders knew exactly how to make her feel good! Unable to stand, Sarah sank onto the bed. The guidance counselor didn't let go of her breasts and he kept rubbing his thumbs over her nipples, making her nuts. Longing filled Sarah and ecstasy swept over her. She couldn't take much more of this! It felt too damn good! And knowing her little sister was watching made it even more of a turn-on.

"Ahhhhhh!!!! Oh, God!! Oh, God!!" she screamed as an orgasm blasted through her unexpectedly. "God, Mr. Sanders, I'm comminggg!!! Oh, Godddddd!! Oh, Godddddddddddd!!! Ohhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

Sarah's moans were stifled when her little sister clambered across the bed and covered Sarah's mouth with hers.

The two sisters and Ben formed a wild tangle of flesh, skin rubbing skin, excitement flashing between them. At last, Sarah's writhing began to subside. For a few moments, they lay still, then Sarah began to get her wits about her.

"Do Mindy, Mr. Sanders!" she ordered. "Fuck my little sister! I want to watch you fuck her!"

Mindy heard her sister's passionate directive and was electrified. Her vagina was dripping with excitement and she could feel it quivering. She desperately wanted to know what it would be like to have Mr. Sanders' cock plunging into her! She lay back, spread her legs, and reached for him.

Ben, nearly overcome by the extraordinarily hedonistic situation he found himself in, rolled between the slim teenager's legs. 

Sarah slid over next to them, slipped her hand between their writhing bodies, grasped Mr. Sanders' straining cock, and guided it into her sister's opening as the guidance counselor drove his hips downward.

Excited beyond belief by the situation, Ben couldn't wait. "I can't wait!!" he cried, "I'm...I'm commming!!!! It feels too good!! Too good!!! Ahhhhhhh!!!!" He erupted, filling Mindy with his torrid, viscous cream.

"Me, too!!! Me, too!!!" Mindy cried when Mr. Sanders' cock started blasted hot stuff into her. She tumbled into a cataclysmic spiral of indescribable bliss. "Soooo goood!!! Oh, God!!! That feels so good!!! So goood ohhhhhh!!! I can't believe ittttt!!! I...I can't believe it!!! Oh!!! Oh!!! Ohhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Sarah watched, entranced, as her sister and Mr. Sanders convulsed in passion. She was surprised that she wasn't jealous. In fact it was just the opposite. She loved watching them. It was as if the three of them were one, sharing joy! 

When Ben and Mindy collapsed on the bed, spent, Sarah began caressing both of them. This was even wilder than she thought it was gonna be!

Ben looked at her. "You, too, Sarah!" he gasped. "I want you, too! Make me hard again so I can take you!"

Thrills spread through the lovely girl. She crawled to him and sucked his limp penis between her lips, discovering as she did that the mixture of his and Mindy's juices tasted wonderful! As Mr. Sanders' penis began to grow in her mouth, Sarah felt her need reasserting itself!

"Yessss!!!" Ben moaned. "Suck me! Oh, Sarah, suck me!" Soon he was erect and throbbing again.

Sarah couldn't wait to have him! She climbed on top of Mr. Sanders and sank onto his rigid pole. Her body quivering as it filled her. When he was buried in her, she began rocking her hips. "Yesss!!! Oh, yesss, Mr. Sanders!!!" she bawled, "That's it! I need you!!"

Warm hands cupped her breasts. Soft hands. Mindy's hands! Sarah was jubilant! She'd hoped her little sister would join in!

Ben ran his hands up and down over Mindy's body. He got a flash of inspiration. There was a way to get her involved, too. "On my face!" he said. "Mindy, sit on my face! I want to eat you!"

Mindy moved her lissome form over the man's face and lowered herself until her oozing pussy made contact with his lips and tongue. Then his lips and tongue began working on her vagina and thrills shot through her. She leaned forward and kissed her sister's nipples, then her lips locked on Sarah's. 

The beautiful sisters and their adult lover were experiencing nirvana. Passion raced through the lusting human triangle until, at last, all three of the people who formed it experienced powerful orgasms. Various vibrating body parts muffled their moans of bliss, but didn't keep them from sharing equally in celestial delights.

At last, spent, they collapsed, a tangled pile of spent flesh. Their bodies were shiny with sweat and the juices of their shared ecstasy.

It took some time before they regained some semblance of normalcy. Once they did, Ben sat up against the headboard of is bed while Sarah and Mindy toyed with his flaccid cock.

"You are welcome to try, girls," he said, "But I have to warn you that you might not accomplish anything down there."

"We won't, huh?" Sarah said. She grinned. "I guess we'll have to see about that, won't we, Mindy?"

Mindy didn't reply. She moved to Mr. Sanders' groin and, while Sarah started licking the man's balls, she lowered her mouth over his semi-hard tube of flesh and began doing to Mr. Sanders' real cock what her sister showed her how to do on a dildo they had at home.

"My God, girls!" Ben said. "That feels good!" Maybe he was wrong. Maybe he could do more after all. Mindy was an extremely talented cock-sucker! He wondered where she'd learned how to do that so well at such a young age.

Mindy kept sucking Mr. Sanders' cock while Sarah lavished attention on other parts of his body. The older sister licked the man's nipples until they stood erect and he found himself being filled with need all over again. His shaft continued to swell as Mindy's mouth moved up and down over it. When he was fully erect, the younger girl took him out of her mouth, but kept stroking his swollen shaft with her tiny, soft hands.

"Do you want to fuck him some more, Sarah?" she asked her big sister.

"I'm not sure I could stand it right now," Sarah said. "Why don't you fuck him, Mindy?"

Ben found hearing the sisters discuss who was going to fuck him terribly exciting.

"All right!" Mindy said. She knelt astride the aroused man, then took him into her. She rode him slowly, her hips rising and falling, his swollen, throbbing shaft riding easily in her snug slit. The slim teenager enjoyed the way passion was rising from her middle and filling her and the way she could feel every inch of his cock as it entered and left her.

Sarah watched them and saw the bloom of passion spreading over her sister's lean body. She stared, fascinated, as Mindy's motions became more and more urgent. She could actually see her sister getting more and more turned on! It was so wild!

Mindy gripped Ben's shoulders and her hips kept moving faster and faster. Things were happening inside her. Wonderful things! "Ohhhh!!! I'm gonnna come!!! I'm gonna come!!!" she yowled, "Oh, yesss!!! Oh, yessss!!! I'm comminnngg!!! Mr. Sanders, Sarah, I'm...I'm commmmmminnnnnggggggg!!!!! I'm...Ahhhhhh!!!...comminnnnggggg!!!!!"

Ben enjoyed the view of Mindy riding out her orgasm on him. He'd come twice and was feeling extremely good, but he wasn't close to coming yet. He kept watching as Mindy's orgasm ripped through her.

Her need slaked, Mindy rolled off him. "I'm all done," she gasped. "I don't think I'll be able to fuck again for a month!" She kissed him. "Mr. Sanders, you're awesome!" she told him.

Ben turned to Sarah and saw that her eyes were bright with desire.

Sarah was ready again! "Do me doggy-style this time, Mr. Sanders," she whispered. She got on her hands and knees with her back to him.

Ben reached under Sarah and stroked and teased the engorged tips of her breasts, sending a tremor through her. Then he slid his hand down and played with her pussy. She quivered and shook.

"Ohhhh!!!" she moaned. "Yesss!!! I love the way your touch makes me feel, Mr. Sanders!"

Ben got to his knees and moved behind her. After caressing her buttocks, he began sliding his hands up and down her silky inner thighs.

"Please, Mr. Sanders!" Sarah begged, "Please put your cock in me! I need you!!! Put your cock in meee!"

Ben jammed his cock into Sarah, holding on to her hips for leverage. His thighs smacked gently against hers as he lunged into her again and again. He could feel passion boiling in his loins once more.

Mindy watched Mr. Sanders fucking her big sister and felt left out. She slid near the humping couple and touched one of Sarah's breasts, which bounced and jiggled bewitchingly as Mr. Sanders thudded into her.

"Ohhhhh!!!!!" Sarah moaned. Mr. Sanders was making her feel better than he ever had! And the fact that Mindy was caressing her breasts nearly drove her crazy! Lustful sensations coursed through her, driving her nearer and nearer to the pinnacle of delight.

"Oh! Oh!" she gasped. "Mr. Sanders! You're making me crazy! You, too, Mindy! It's awesome! Don't stop! Oh God! Don't stop!"

The grip of Sarah's tight vagina on his cock, plus the fact that Mindy's hand was exploring the point where he and her sister were joined, carried Ben rapidly to the point of explosion. "To gooooddddd!" he bawled. "Oh, Goddddddddd!"

"Yess!!! Oh, yesss!!!" Sarah cried urgently. "Come, Mr. Sanders! Come! Take me!"

Ben strained against her, holding on for dear life. He felt his loins going into spasms and jetted into her. "Here it comes!! Take it, Sarah!!! Take it!!! Yeahhhhhh!!!!!" he cried.

Sarah felt the explosion of hot juices and began bucking wildly and screaming. "Yessssss!!! Take me!!! Take meeee!!! Oh, yesss!!! Oh, yesss!!!! Oh, yesss!!!! Oh, yesss!!!! Oh, yesss!!!! Oh, yessssssssssss!!!!" she yelled, her back arching and straining.

Afterward, the three of them curled up against each other and fell asleep, delightfully exhausted.



The User Ch. 21



"So what if I was at Mr. Sanders' house the other night?" Tina Williams said, glaring at Tim Jackman and his partner, Sgt. Martha Draper who were meeting with her in Heidi's office at Jamestown High School.

"Are you having sex with him?" Martha asked.

"I don't see where that's any of your fucking business," Tina snapped.

"You're a student at the high school, Tina," Tim said. "That means if Mr. Sanders had sex with you, he could be in big trouble. So could you."

"Gimme a break!" the teenager snapped. "You think I'm stupid? You can't prove I done anything wrong. Even if I'm screwin' Mr. Sanders, and I ain't sayin' I am, it ain't illegal."

"I think it's possible the department of social services might be interested in what you and Mr. Sanders are doing," Martha said. "Maybe they might think it has some bearing on what kind of mother you are."

"Hey! Wait a minute!" Tina snapped, paling a little. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Do you know Cynthia Dumas?" Tim asked. Now that Tina was off-balance, he wanted to keep her that way.

"Cynthia, yeah, she's OK," Tina said. "Not many of the girls here in school want to hang out with me. Cynthia's not like that. She's cool."

"She's in a coma," Tim said.

Tina's complexion turned ashen. "What? What happened? Did she get in an accident or something?" she asked.

"She told her mother Mr. Sanders did it to her," Martha said.

"He...he what?" Tina stammered. "I...he...I don't believe that. He...he wouldn't do something like that."

"Last night, Cynthia OD'd, Tina," Heidi said, entering the conversation for the first time. "She told her mother she did it because of Mr. Sanders. We're pretty sure Cynthia was sleeping with him, too. She apparently found out he was sleeping with other girls and couldn't handle it, so..."

"It's the same thing as if he fed her the pills himself," Tim said. "If she dies, it's on his head." He paused and watched the girl. Tears were forming in her eyes. "Ben Sanders may have been responsible for the death of the only girl in school who was ever friendly to you," he continued. "Think about that, Tina. Do you really want him to get away with that?"

Tina was crying now, and had her face hidden in her hands. She shook her head.

"Have you had sexual relations with Ben Sanders, Tina?" Tim asked.

"Yeah...yeah, Mr. Sanders and me...we made it a...a couple of times," Tina stammered, tears rolling down her cheeks. "You weren't lying to me, were you? Is Cynthia really gonna die?"

"We don't know yet," Heidi told her. "She's still alive, but she's been unconscious since last night."

"Do you know if Mr. Sanders is having sex with any other girls here in school?" Martha asked.

"I think he is," Tina said. "I...I heard a couple of them talking. They...they pretty much act like I'm not around in the girls' room, you know, and they sometimes say stuff in front of me."

"Who?" Tim asked.

"Sarah Davis, for sure," Tina said. "I heard her tellin' her sister Mindy what a stud Mr. Sanders is the other day. And Melanie Sparks, too, I think."

"Tim, look at this," Heidi said, holding out a piece of paper.

"What's that?" her husband asked.

"It's today's absentee list," Heidi said. "Both Sarah and Mindy Davis are out today. And Ben Sanders is off, too. Do you think that's a coincidence?"

"Call the girls' home, see if someone's there," Tim said.

Heidi looked up the Davis girls' phone number and dialed. The phone rang and rang. She looked at Tim and Martha and shook her head.

"Shall we go over and see if Mr. Sanders is home?" Tim asked Heidi and Martha.

"Might as well," Martha said.

"I'll stay here with Tina," Heidi said. "I think she and I need to talk."

Ben awoke and looked up so see Mindy sitting in bed next to him, watching him. He looked around, didn't see Sarah, and wondered where she was. As he gazed at Mindy's lovely pubescent body, his cock began to stir.

Mindy smiled at him. "Sarah went to the bathroom," she said.

Ben reached out and cupped one of Mindy's budding breasts. He felt a shudder go through her. When he pulled her into his arms she pressed her body against his and her arms slid around him. She looked at him, wide-eyed.

Ben covered Mindy's mouth with his. The girl groaned and pressed against him even tighter. He slid his hands down, cupped her firm derriere, and pulled her against his swollen middle. Her arms tightened around him and her tongue slid into his mouth.

Finally, because they needed to breathe, they ended the kiss. Mindy gazed at him, breathing hard.

"I want you, Mindy!" Ben whispered.

"I...I want you, too, Mr. Sanders!" the girl replied.

Their lips joined again and Ben lay back, pulling Mindy partly atop him. When the second kiss ended, Ben traced Mindy's face lightly with his fingers. "You are so lovely, Mindy," he said.

Mindy flushed, making her look even prettier. "I'm glad you think so, Mr. Sanders," she murmured.

Ben caressed her face and neck, and she lay there, soft sounds of joy coming from her as he stroked her bare skin.

"I love how you touch me," she purred. "You have such a soft touch."

"The better to turn you on with," Ben replied. He began kissing her skin. He felt her hand move down over his belly and gasped when her slim fingers wrapped around his cock and began stroking it.

"You really do want me, don't you, Mr. Sanders?" she whispered.

"You better believe it!" Ben told her.

"Take me!" the girl said, her voice revealing the intensity of her hunger for him. "I need you now! I don't want to wait!"

That wasn't exactly the way Ben had planned to do this, but if it was what Mindy wanted... He sat up, pushed her onto her back and moved between her legs, gripping his cock, aiming it at the opening she was offering him. Lowering himself, he placed the tip of his tumescent cock at her wet opening, then shoved it in. Rapture rushed through him as his rock-hard wand sank into her.

"Yessss!!! Oh, yesssss!!!" Mindy groaned. Her legs locked behind him, drawing him all the way into her.

"You want it, you got it!" Ben grunted, beginning to drive into her.

"Yesssss!!! Yesssss!!! Yesssss!!! Yesssss!!! Ohhhh!!! Yesssss!!! Yesssss!!!" Mindy groaned, writhing under him. "I need this so much! Yesssss!!! Yesssss!!!"

Ben needed it, too, but until that moment he hadn't realized how much. His insides tightened, signaling that his explosion was near. He couldn't believe how turned on he was again! "Oh, God, Mindy, I'm so close!" he groaned. "Damn!"

"Take meeeeee!!! Take meeeeeee!!! Nowwwww!!! Nowwwww!!! Nowwwww!!! Nowwwww!!!" Mindy cried, her hands clawed at him, her fingers raked his back. Her back arched and her hips jerked wildly. "Oh, Goddddd!!! Oh, Goddddd!!! Nowwwww!!! Nowwwww!!! Nowwwww!!! Nowwwww!!! Nowwwwwwww!!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

Ben felt Mindy's cavern begin to ripple around his cock, then all he felt was intense, indescribable pleasure and the rhythmic pulsing of his body as he spewed his hot seed into her. "Uhhhhhhhhhh!!! Yeahhhhhhhh!!!!" he groaned.

"You guys having fun?" Sarah asked, when she walked into the room. "You guys could have waited for me to get back," she said.

"Do you really mind that we didn't wait?" Ben asked.

Naked, her breasts jiggling delightfully, Sarah walked toward the bed. "Not unless you aren't going to be able to do that with me," she said. "I'm horny, too."

"Well..." Ben said.

"I guess Mindy will have to take care of me, then," Sarah said, sitting down on the bed next to her sister. "You don't mind if we play without Mr. Sanders, do you, Mindy?"

"Ah..." Mindy never got to finish her response, because her sister's lips covered hers and Sarah's hands began moving over her body.

Thrilled, Ben watched. Sarah had mentioned that she and Mindy had been making love, and now he had a chance to watch them. He slid back on the bed to make room for the alluring teenagers.

Sarah fell atop her sister, her mouth locked to Mindy's. He could see motion in their cheeks and knew their tongues were dueling. His cock began to twitch and stiffen. This was a real turn-on!

Eventually, the girls' fervent kiss ended and Sarah began kissing her way over Mindy's chest. Mindy responded with groans, and began writhing. Up the slope of one petite breast Sarah's mouth moved. She took the swollen tip between her lips and sucked hard.

Mindy's hands tangled in her sister's hair and her back arched. "Gahhhhhhh!!! Yesssss!!! Oh, Yessssss!!!!" she groaned.

Sarah kissed and licked that breast, then she kissed her way to the other one, bringing cries of ardor from Mindy the whole time. While her lips and tongue were busy, so were her hands. She caressed as much of Mindy as she could reach, driving her sister wild.

"God! I can't believe how wonderful you're making me feel, Sarah!" Mindy cried, her body squirming under her sister's caresses. "You make me feel soooo good!"

Sarah didn't say anything. Her mouth was occupied with other things, mainly as much of Mindy's flesh as she could reach. Down over Mindy's shapely form she kissed. At the same time her hands lightly traced patterns over Mindy's body.

Sarah had long nails, and Ben knew from personal experience her touch could be maddeningly light when she wanted it to be. He could imagine how good she was making her little sister feel. His cock continued to stiffen and swell.

"Yesssss!!! Yesssss!!! Oh, yessssss!!!!" Mindy groaned when Sarah began licking her pussy. Her back arched and she clutched her breasts so hard red marks appeared where her fingers dug into the tiny globes. "I love the way you eat meeee!!! Sarahhhhhh!!! Oh, God!!! Sarahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

It was incredible! Ben watched Sarah's tongue part Mindy's labia. She licked the pink gash, then thrust her tongue into the opening his cock had plumbed just moments before. He continued to watch, his chest heaving.

Sarah was eating Mindy actively, and Mindy was getting closer and closer to coming. Ben could tell that from the flush spreading over her bare skin and the spasmodic way she kept squeezing her breasts. Her eyes were pressed shut and her head rolled from side to side as waves of pleasure washed over her.

Sarah paused what she was doing and smiled over at him, her face slick and wet. "You really shot her full, didn't you, Mr. Sanders?" she said.

"Yeah!" was all Ben could say. An idea occurred to him, something he'd seen once in an erotic film. "Want...to...to try something...something different?" he gasped.

"What?" Sarah asked. She was flushed, too, her chest rose and fell enticingly.

"Fuck...her..." Ben gasped.

Sarah looked puzzled. "How can I do that?" she asked.

"Get...get between...her...legs," Ben stammered. "Put your vagina against hers."

Sarah slid around and positioned herself as he suggested. Her head lolled back and her eyes closed when her vagina and her sister's met. "Oh, wow, Mr. Sanders, this is really freaky!" she murmured. She began to move her hips, sliding her pussy against her sister's. "This is really wild! God!"

"Sarah!!! My Goddd!!! What!!! Oh, Godddd!!!" Mindy cried. Her hips moved convulsively when she felt the pressure of her sister's vagina against hers.

Hands digging into each other's legs, the girls worked their pussies against each other frantically while Ben watched. Their bodies grew more and more flushed and he could see passion growing on their faces. He continued to watch their erotic, lusty movements as they labored toward release. He was as turned on as he'd ever been. His cock was so swollen it hurt, and pre-cum dribbled from the tip. He was going to have to do something about that, real soon!

"Sarahhhhh!!! Oh, Godddd!!! Oh, Godddd!!" Mindy screamed, "I'm gonna come!!! I'm gonna come!!! Nowwwwww!!! Ohhhhhhhh!!! I'm commminnnnnnnnggggg!!!! Sarahhhhhh!!! I'm commmminnnggg!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

"Me, too!!! Yesssssss!!!! Yesssssss!!!! Yesssssss!!! Gahhhhhhhhh!!!! Nowwwwwwwwwwwwww!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Sarah groaned. Her body quivered and her hips moved so fast they were a blur.

Their passion rapidly waned and the lovely females relaxed on the bed, their vaginas kissing gently, occasional small spasms of delight still causing their bodies to quiver.

Sarah looked at Ben, saw his erection, and smiled. "That turned you on, huh?" she asked.

Ben nodded.

"Where'd you get the idea to do that?" she asked.

"I saw it in a porno movie," Ben gasped.

"Got any other good ideas?" she asked, smiling, staring at his erection.

"One," Ben said. He took his cock in his hand. "I need to do something about this."

Sarah rolled off Mindy, who appeared to be completely spent. It looked as if she could hardly keep her eyes open. "Mr. Sanders has a problem," Sarah told her sister. "Mind if I help him take care of it?"

"Mmmmph," Mindy mumbled and rolled on her side, her back to them.

"I guess that means she doesn't mind," Sarah giggled. She got on her hands and knees, her lush bottom pointed in Ben's direction. "Stick that in me!" she said.

It took a fraction of a second for Ben to get behind her. He buried his cock in her and leaned onto her back, clutching her breasts. Fucking Sarah felt as good as fucking Mindy had earlier. He slammed into her, his thighs slapping against hers.

"God! You...you are hot, aren't you?" Sarah gasped as he lunged into her again and again.

"You better believe it!" Ben grunted, increasing the pace and force of his thrusts.

"We...Oh, God!!! I should...Ahhhhh!!!...should have brought...Ohhhhh!!!...Mindy...over...a long time...Ahhhhhh!!!...ago!!" Sarah groaned as he thudded into her. "Oh, Jesus!!! Damn!!!"

Ben couldn't wait. The erotic scene he'd just watched, plus the tight grip of Sarah's opening, had him near explosion. "Gonna come!!!" he cried. "Oh, God, Sarah!!! I'm gonna come!!!"

"Take me!!! Nowwwww!!! Nowwwww!!!!!" Sarah cried, her body quivering with each powerful thrust he gave her. "Nowwwwwwwwww!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Nowwwwwww!!!! Nowwwwwwwww!!!!!"

"Yeahhhhhh!!!! Nowwwwwwww!!!!!" Ben cried while his cock shot jet after jet of hot cream into her.

Afterward, they collapsed onto the bed. Sarah disengaged herself from Ben's softening cock, turned over, and came into his arms. "This is really neat, isn't it?" she whispered.

"It sure is," Ben replied, and kissed her.

All of a sudden there was a loud knocking at the front door. Ben sat up and felt cold fear flooding through him. He glanced over at Sarah, who looked back at him, wide-eyed.

"Who do you think it is?" she whispered.

"I...I have no idea," Ben said. He climbed out of bed, grabbed his robe, and slipped it on. "I'll go see. You two stay in here and keep quiet."

The knocking continued as Ben walked out of his bedroom.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" he yelled. He got to the door, opened it, and found a young man he thought he recognized standing there. There was a woman with him.

The young man held out a small case that held a gold badge. "Mr. Benjamin Sanders?" he asked.

"Yes?" Ben replied.

"I'm Sergeant Tim Jackman, Jamestown P.D., this is my partner, Sergeant Martha Draper," the young man said. "We have some questions we need to ask you, Mr. Sanders. May we come in?"

"Ah...I...I suppose so," Ben said, filled with panic. "I...I'm not feeling well, so I hope this won't take long."

"We'd like to get this over with as soon as possible," Tim said. He and Martha walked by the surprised man, into his apartment.




The User Ch. 22



When the two police officers walked into the apartment, Martha looked around, examining the apartment carefully, looking for anything that might be incriminating. Her eyes fell on something lying on a table in the entryway and she smiled. "Hey, Tim, look at that," she said, pointing.

Tim turned and looked, then he smiled, too. He walked over the small table, bent down, and picked up the plastic bagful of dry brown leafy material. "Would you mind telling me what this is, Mr. Sanders?" he asked. He opened the bag and sniffed it.

"I...I never saw that bag before," Ben replied, his voice breaking. "I have no idea what it is, or how it got there." He wasn't sure, but he thought the bag was full of marijuana. How had it gotten there?

"Benjamin Sanders, you are under arrest for possession of marijuana," Tim said. "Turn around and put your hands on the wall!"

"I...I...please!" Ben said, "I..."

Tim grabbed Sanders, spun him around, pulled one hand up behind his back and fastened a handcuff to it, then the other. "Before we go any farther, Mr. Sanders," Tim said, "I need to advise you of your constitutional rights..." He proceeded to recite the Miranda warning to the man. "Come on, Sanders, let's go," Tim said when he finished with the warning. He grabbed the man's arm and started pulling him toward the door.

"No...I...I can't go out like this!" Sanders protested. "Can't you let me get dressed at least?"

Tim looked at Martha. "What do you think, partner?" he asked.

His partner grinned and shrugged. "Why not?" she said. "It's not like he's going to escape or anything."

"OK, Sanders," Tim said, "I'll take the cuffs off, then you and I will go in your bedroom and you'll put some more clothes on."

When Ben heard what the officer said, he immediately realized he couldn't go in his bedroom if one of the officers went with him. Sarah and Mindy were there! It was bad enough that he was being arrested for marijuana he knew nothing about, but if they found the girls... "Ah...I...I changed my mind. I...I'll go like this," he stammered. "I...I'm ready to go. I..."

"What's the matter, Sanders?" Tim asked. "There something in your bedroom you don't want us to see? You got more dope stashed in there or something?" He looked at Martha and nodded in the direction of the bedroom. "Better check the bedroom, partner."

Martha started toward the bedroom door.

"No!" Ben yelled. "Don't go in there! Stay out of there!"

Martha opened the bedroom door just as the two frightened sisters, who had been listening to what was going on out in the living room, were starting to put their clothes on. "Hello, girls," she said. "Would the two of you mind telling me what you are doing naked in Mr. Sanders bedroom?"

"Ah...nothin'...nothin'," Sarah stammered. She was struggling to get her tight jeans snapped.

"I...I...she made me do it," Mindy whimpered. Then she sat down on the floor and began to sob.

Martha pulled a portable radio out of her purse, held it up to her mouth, and pushed the button on the side. "David-four to EOC," she said.

"EOC, go ahead, David-four," came the reply.

"We need a juvenile officer, social services, a patrol unit, a deputy P.A., and detective command at Apartment 1-A, Jamestown Manor," Tim's partner replied. "We have three in custody, two of them juveniles."

"Copy, David-four, you want a juvenile officer, social services, a patrol unit, a deputy P.A. and detective command to respond to Apartment 1-A, Jamestown Manor," the dispatcher replied. "You're reporting three in custody, two of them juveniles. I'll get everybody rolling."

"Finish getting dressed, girls," Martha said after she finished her radio communication. "We'll be going down to police headquarters in a little while."

Both girls began to cry.

While Martha was dealing with the girls and they were waiting for transportation, Tim noticed a video camera on a tripod in the corner of the bedroom. He turned to the two sobbing girls. "Was Mr. Sanders taking videos of the stuff you were doing?" he asked.

Both of the girls stared at the floor and nodded.

Martha and Tim looked at each other and smiled. "You think he may do that all the time?" Tim suggested.

"Be nice for us if he did," Martha replied.

"Mr. Sanders, would you mind if we searched your apartment?" Tim asked the handcuffed man who had by this time gone completely white and seemed to be having problems breathing. "You can refuse," Tim added, "but if you do, we will get a search warrant and do it anyhow."

"The tapes you're looking for are in a file cabinet in my closet," Sanders replied sorrowfully.

After they finished what needed to be done at the apartment, the two detectives and their prisoners returned to police headquarters. The two girls were taken to the juvenile division for processing, Sanders was put in a holding cell.

Tim and Martha met with Deputy Prosecuting Attorney Milly Perkins, who hadn't made it out to Sanders' house, in the detective office at police headquarters. Deputy P.A. Perkins was slim and young-looking. She never wore makeup and always wore round steel-rimmed glasses and a stern look. She had on a gray business suit and maroon silk blouse. She also had the reputation of being the toughest prosecutor in the P.A.'s office.

"What have you guys got?" she asked, Tim and Martha.

"Our suspect's name is Benjamin Sanders," Tim said. "He's director of guidance at Jamestown High. We got this..." he tossed the package of marijuana on the table, "and we found two nearly-naked female high school students in his bedroom. We were kind of hoping you'd charge him with whatever offenses apply to an 'educator' who's screwing female students."

"Screwing students?" Milly asked, sounding shocked. "How many?  And how old?"

"So far, all the girls we know he's screwed are eighteen," Martha said.

"What the hell is this guy, some kind of Don Juan?" the astonished deputy P.A. asked.

"He's the director of guidance at Jamestown High," Tim said. "From what we can tell, it looks like he's been using his position to target girls who are having emotional problems, and get them in bed."

Milly let out a soft whistle and shook her head. "Nice guy, huh?" she said. "Real prince of a fellow. Damn, wait until the press gets hold of this. The school committee's going to be jumping around like rain on a hot stove trying to blame everybody but themselves."

"One more thing," Tim said, "one of the girls Sanders has been messing with is in the hospital, in a coma."

"He have anything to do with that?" Milly asked.

"Apparently she was upset because she found out he was seeing other girls," Martha said. "Upset enough to gobble a bunch of pills. If her mother hadn't come home from work early and found her, she might not have survived."

"She going to be OK?" Milly asked.

"Last we heard, she's making progress," Martha said. "But that isn't all."

"Oh," the prosecutor said, raising her eyebrows.

"The hospitalized girl's mother works for the Atherton family," Martha said. "She's been their maid for years, they know about some of this."

"Jesus!" Milly said.

"So," Tim said, "what can we get Sanders for?"

"I'll start with the possession of drugs," Milly said. "Seeing as how the girls are all over eighteen, I don't think statutory rape will go. I've got to check statutes. I don't know whether we can get him for something like abusing his position or not." She smiled coldly. "And I intend to do everything I can to get him fired from his job and I'd like to make sure he doesn't work in any more schools, either." She paused. "How much pot was there?"

"About three ounces," Tim said. "Look, Mil, Sanders apparently videotaped his...ah...activities. We have all of the tapes, we just haven't looked at them yet. Could be we'll find proof he'd boffed some underage girls in the tapes."

"You do, let me know. Meanwhile, we'll charge him with possession with intent to sell," Milly said. "But don't get your hopes up that he'll get a lot of jail time. If we're lucky, he'll probably do two or three years, max. Eighteen months is more likely. And if he gets a good lawyer, probation might not be out of the question."

"He's gonna love doing eighteen months in jail," Martha said.

Two hours later, the paperwork required of the case was completed. Tim and Martha had called Sarah and Mindy's parents to come get them. The parents arrival resulted in a fairly emotional scene in the police station. Milly Perkins left, saying her office would notify the superintendent of schools. She said she'd be happy to file statutory rape charges if Tim and Martha could find evidence on the videotapes they'd confiscated.

Martha and Tim, finished for the night, headed out of the office.

"See you in the morning, partner," Martha said.

"Yeah, maybe we can get back to doing normal police work tomorrow," Tim laughed. "About now, I think if I got to make a burglary collar, I'd hug the guy. This shit we've been working on is sick."

"You decide you want to hug some burglar, you make sure I'm there, partner," Martha laughed. "I wanna see that. But I know what you mean. It would have been kind of nice to slap Sanders upside the head a few hundred times with a New York City phone book, wouldn't it?"

"Yeah, it sure would have," Tim agreed.

When she got home, Martha arrived at her apartment, opened the door, walked in, and was greeted by her roommate and lover, Milly Perkins, whose face lit up in a bright smile when the detective walked in. The lawyer was wearing a filmy negligee and robe and looked a whole lot more feminine and sexy than she did when she was at work.

Milly moved to Martha, pulled her roommate into an embrace, and their lips met in a passion-filled kiss. Once the kiss ended, the breathless women continued clinging to each other.

"I...I didn't feel like...like cooking, so I...I was going to suggest going out to dinner," Martha murmured, her voice husky, her eyes hot. "But, I think there's something I'd much rather do."

"Let's make love!" Milly whispered, burying her face in Martha's neck, hugging her.

"Yes," Martha replied, "That's exactly what I was thinking."

Arm in arm, they walked to their bedroom. Once they were inside, Milly slipped off the negligee and stood naked before her lover. She exulted in the look in the police officer's eyes as they traveled over her lean body. Then Martha shed her clothes and the naked women moved to the bed. When they were lying down, their bare bodies entwined and their lips met once more and their smooth, warm bodies moved sinuously against each other.

Milly's firm, conical breasts rubbed against Martha's larger ones as the women snuggled. Their erect nipples brushed, sending shock-waves of delight sweeping through them.

Martha began kissing and caressing Milly's slender torso. Her attentions went first to her lover's breasts. She touching the jellied mounds gently, then she began sucking the extended nipples.

"Oh, Martha, yesssss!!!!" Milly breathed. Her body quivered in response to her lover's tender caresses.

Martha's tongue and hands moved lower on the attorney's body, building the other woman's excitement. Moans and gasps escaped from the slim woman's lips and her head began to roll from side to side as the detective's lips and hands traveled over her belly, into her pubic hair.

"Ohhhhhhh!!!!" she moaned, her back arching, when Martha moved between her legs and began kissing her vagina. "Yesssss, darling!!! Please!!!"

Martha held the wet, silken lips of Milly's vagina open with her fingers, then she began thrusting her tongue and out of the quavering opening and giving her lover's clit an occasional lash. The lawyer's hips vibrated up and down, she groaned, and and her belly rippled.

What Martha was doing was driving Milly perilously close to orgasm. She was so aroused she could barely think coherently. "Please!!! Oh, Martha, pleaseeeeee!!!!" she groaned, "I need to come!!! Please, darling!! Make me come!!!"

"Soon, my darling! I'll do it soon," Martha purred. She continued caressing her companion, keeping her writhing on the bed.

Milly felt Martha hand at her middle, stirring excitement into her, then it was gone. She began to protest, but before she could utter a sound, her lover's hand was replaced with something warm and firm, which moved between the lips of her vagina and began to fill her. It felt as like Martha was fucking her! "Ohhhhhhhh!!!!!" the slim attorney groaned, "Yessssss, Martha!!! Oh, God, yessssss!!!!" She loved it when her lover used their dildo on her!

"Do you like that, darling?" Martha murmured. She kept sliding the ersatz cock in and out of her lover's body.

"Ohhhh!!! My Godddd, yessssssss!!!!!" Milly replied passionately, "You...you know I do!!!!" She loved it when they used the dildo on each other! The dildo moving in and out of her began vibrating and the hard shaft brushed her clit, evoking sensations so intense they were almost painful.

Martha continued to move the vibrating invader slowly in and out of her lover's lean body. She couldn't believe how turned on her lover was. The lawyer's back formed a tight arch, her hips were high off the bed and rocking from side to side. Martha extended her tongue and bent her head toward her lover's middle.

When Martha began sucking her clit while she was still fucking her with the fake cock, Milly couldn't stand it any more. Powerful, nearly unbearable waves of pleasure swept over her. It felt as if every nerve in her body was exploding. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Marthaaaaa!!!!! Oh!!!! Oh!!!!!! So goooooddddddd!!!! So gooooodddddd!!!! Ahhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!" she wailed.

When Milly finally began to calm down, Martha extracted the dildo from her lover and stretched out next to her, kissing her softly. "Did you like that, sweetheart?" she asked.

"Yesssss!!! Oh, darling, yesssssss!!!!" Milly exclaimed. She began running her hands over her friend's body. "You know I did!! I want to do you, too, Martha!" she said, "I want to make you come like that, too!!"

Milly pushed Martha onto her back and began running her hands over her partner's lush anatomy. She cupped the detective's breasts and began suckling her nipples, drawing each one deep into her mouth. She chewed her lover's nipples it gently with her teeth and lashed them with her tongue. Her loving attention to her lover's magnificent breasts rapidly had the other woman as rapt with desire as Milly had been scant moments before.

Avidly, Milly kissed her way across Martha's rounded belly, then she dove between her lover's legs and covered her lover's vagina with her mouth.

"Wahhhhhhh!!!!" Martha wailed, delighted by her lover's fervent offensive. Her hips rocked and jolted while the lawyer kissed her pussy and reached for the dildo. She turned it on, then laid the tip against Martha's clit. The detective jumped as if she'd been given an electric shock.

"Ohhhhhhh!!!! Milly!!!!!" she cried, "Put it in meeeeeeee!!! Please, sweetheart, put it in meeeeeeeee!!!!"

Slowly, Milly slid the vibrating tool into her lover, watching it disappear between the swollen lips of the other woman's vagina. Milly looked up at her companion, whose face was a picture of lustfulness. Her head rolled wildly from side to side and hair had fanned out on the pillow. Her chest heaved and her breasts jiggled as her body reacted violently to what her lover was doing to her.

"Harder!!!" Martha begged, "Do me harder!!!!"

Milly increased the tempo she was using to pump the humming sex toy in and out of her lover's body and her lover's moans increased in volume.

"Eeeeeeeyahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" Martha screamed, her back arching, her hips twisting. "Milly!!!! Oh, God, Milly!!!!!!!! Goddddd!!! Ohhhh!!!! Ahhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhh!!!! Uhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!" She continued wailing and her body went into spasms of joy while her orgasm ran its course. Finally, just as Milly had done earlier, she relaxed onto the bed.

Milly pulled the dildo out of her lover, turned it off, and threw it aside. Then she gathered her companion into her arms and kissed her tenderly. "I love you, Martha," she said softly.

"I love you, too, Milly," Martha replied, gazing tenderly into her companion's eyes.

The women's faces moved closer, then their lips joined and feelings of desire began spreading through them once again.

"Make love to me again, Martha!" Milly exclaimed after the torrid kiss ended. "I need you so badly! Please, darling, make love to me again!"

"Of course, my darling," Martha replied. "I'd love to." She began kissing Milly's slim neck and shoulders.

Milly was enthralled. Martha caressed her so wonderfully! Her desire rapidly expanded when her lover's soft hands cupped her breasts, and she began to rain light kisses on her companion's flesh. The tips of her breasts tingled. One super-sensitive tip was engulfed by warmth when Martha drew it into her mouth.

"Yessssss!!!! Ahhhhhhhh!!! Wonderful, so wonderful!!!" Milly moaned. She felt Martha's hand traveling down over her belly. Then it slid between her legs, found her clit, and began moving on it. The lawyer's hips rocked, twisted, and jolted while the detective's hand whirled on her clit.

Then the release Milly wanted so desperately arrived. "Commmmminnnnnnggggg!!! Oh, God, Martha, I'm commminnnggggg!!!!" she cried when explosions of joy began to shake her. "Don't stop!!! My Goddddd!!! Don't ever stopppp!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Uhhhhhhh!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

 Martha kept kissing and caressing Milly until her partner's need was sated. Afterward, the women lay in each other's arms on the bed, their chests heaving, gazing into each other's eyes.

"Would you like to make love to you now?" Milly asked.

"Yesss!!!" Martha replied. "Make love to me again! Please! Make love to me!"

"I will, my darling," her lover replied.

Milly's fingers trailed over her partner's breasts, drawing a low moan of pleasure from the beautiful cop.

While Milly's hands were adoring her breasts, she urged Martha onto her back. Then she began planting soft, teasing kisses on her lover's warm flesh body. Her long, soft hair tumbled down and caressed Martha as Milly kissed her body.  It didn't take long before the detective was writhing on the bed.

Martha felt Milly's fingers combing through her pubic hair. An intense bolt of joy caused her hips to rock upward when her roommate's hand slid onto puffy lips of her pussy. She felt as if she was going to explode when her partner's fingers began to tease her damp opening.

"Ohhhhhh!!!!" Martha moaned when Milly slid one finger, then two, into her. Her hips rocked, seeking more pleasure. Her body fluttered while her lover's lips roamed it. The fingers invading her began thrusting; slowly, maddeningly, wonderfully! In and out, in and out, they moved, rousing her more and more.

"Ahhhhhh!!!!" Martha moaned, her cry more impassioned than those that preceded it. Milly's thumb began sliding back and forth over her lover's ultra-sensitive clit and the detective exploded into delight. Her body arched and whirlpools of pleasure spun from her loins into the rest of her body. "Yesssssss!!!! Yessssss!!! Yesssssss!!!" she cried. "Oh, God, Milly!!! Oh, Godddddddd!!! Oh, Goddddddd!!! I'm commmmminnnnnggggg!!!! Yesssssssss!!!!! I'm commmminnngggggggg!!!!"

Milly continued her caresses. Her head was lying on Martha's softly rounded belly, which undulated as powerful spasms of joy tore through the detective. At last, her companion's frantic movements began to calm. When the detective lay still, she slid up next to her lover and took her in her arms.

"Oh, God, Milly!" Martha gushed, kissing her companion. "That was wonderful! Wonderful!"

Martha began caressing Milly's body again. Milly at first didn't believe she could become aroused again, but her lover proved her wrong. Before long, the lithe lawyer could feel herself being fired with need by her lover's caresses once again! In just a short time her companion's feather-light touches had her writhing with need once more.




The User Ch. 22



"Oh, God, darling!!!" Milly moaned, "Ohhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhh!!!" Pleasure suffused her. None of the lovers she had before she met Martha could make her feel this wonderful! She felt the other woman's soft lips move through her pubic hair, then her lover's tongue began licking between her labia again. It slid between the silken petals, circled the top of the opening, then flicked her clit, shocking Milly with delight. The lawyer's back arched, lifting her hips off the bed. Her body was begging Martha for more of those wonderful feelings.

 "Ahhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhh!!!" Milly moaned, her mind awhirl with lust. "Oh, darling!!! That's...so...wonderful!!! Don't...Ahhhh!!!!...don't stoppppp!!! Don't ever stopppppp!!!!"

Martha cupping Milly's firm buttocks in her hands, then she covered her roommate's middle with her mouth and her tongue began to slide in and out of her partner's quivering opening.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Milly screamed, as yet another orgasm wracked her. "Gahhhhhhh!!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhh!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

By the time Martha finished with her, Milly lay panting on the bed, more satisfied than she'd ever been in her life. Martha took her lover in her arms.

"Ohhhh!!! Martha!" Milly gushed, "I've never, ever, felt this wonderful!" She rolled atop her partner, kissed her, and thrust her tongue between her lover's lips where it met Martha's tongue and dueled with it. Thrills raced through both of them.

When the kiss was over, Milly began kissing her way down her lover's neck onto the statuesque woman's chest. She flicked her tongue over the rosy area around the base of one nipple, watching the finger-thick bud swell out of the flesh that surrounded it. Once the nipple had grown hard, Milly took it in her mouth.

"Yesssss!!!! Oh, darling, yessssss!!!!" Martha groaned. Her hands tangling in Milly's hair and she pulled her lover's face tight against her breasts.

Just as Martha had done to her, Milly thoroughly kissed and caressed each of her magnificent breasts, her actions causing Martha to groan and her chest to heave. Once she'd accorded those fine breasts sufficient attention, Milly began kissing her way down her companion's body, to her softly rounded belly.

"My darling! You're so wonderful to me!" Martha moaned as Milly continued to make love to her. She couldn't lie still, she was writhing frantically.

Milly moved her hands and lips through Martha's damp, thick pubic hair, into her groin. Then she began exploring her partner's vagina with her fingers, lips, and tongue. When she touched the silky pink folds of flesh she heard her lover gasp. Martha was soaking wet with excitement. Her hips rolled and twisted while Milly touched her.

Milly slipped a finger into Martha, feeling the heat and rippling walls of Martha's pussy. She toyed with her lover's clit rubbing her finger back and forth over it.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!" Martha moaned, her hips jerking. "Please, Milly!!! Please my darling!!! Your mouth!!! I want your mouth and tongue!!!!"

Milly inserted two fingers into Martha, then she began licking her lover's turgid clit.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!" Martha groaned and began to thrash wildly. "My darling!!! My lover!!! My darling lover!!!! That's itttttt!!! Eeeeeeeyahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Eeeeeeeyahhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Eeeeeeeeyyyyaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!"

Milly continued her caresses until Martha lay quiet on the bed.

"Come up here so I can hold you," Martha whispered.

Milly did. Their arms and legs entwined and the sated and happy women soon fell asleep.



The User Ch. 23



Milly awoke in Martha's arms. She lay there, savoring the feeling of warmth and love that waking up with her lover lying next to her always caused. She kissed her sleeping companion's lips softly.

Martha's eyes opened and she smiled at Milly. "Good morning, Milly," she said. "I love you."

"Good morning and I love you, too," Milly replied, hugging her lover.

Martha returned the embrace.

"Last night was really beautiful," Milly said, her fingers moving lightly over her lover's warm skin.

"I'm glad we got together," Martha replied. "You are the most wonderful woman I've ever known."

Their lips met in a kiss full of sweetness, love, and passion.

Martha touched the tip of one of Milly's breasts and the lawyer shuddered with pleasure. She reciprocated by moving her hand to one of Martha's nipples and pulling on it. The bud of flesh swelled between her fingers and she heard her lover's soft gasp of elation.

Martha shifted on the bed so her head was at Milly's groin and her vagina was in front of her lover's face, the classic "69"position. She began caressing her partner's legs, urging them apart. Then her soft hands began stroking the insides of her lover's thighs.

Milly, thrills rushing through her, returned the favor. The women kissed each other's thighs and their lips moved closer and closer to where they really wanted to be.

Milly's mouth closed over Martha's passion-slick pussy and, at the same time, she experienced incredible thrills when her lover's mouth landed on her pussy, too. Their hips rocked and they clutched each other's buttocks as they licked and sucked each other's pulsing vaginas.

As orgasms swept over them, both women quivered with delight. Their moans of ecstasy were muffled in pussy-flesh as they shared a shattering mutual orgasm.

Afterward, lying in each other's arms, they gazed into each other's eyes.

"What time is it?" Milly asked.

Martha looked over her lover's shoulder at the clock. "Six o'clock," she said.

Milly sat up. "I have to get going," she said. "I have to be in court. We're going to arraign that Sanders asshole this morning, remember? You don't want me to be late for that, do you?"

"No way!" Martha replied. "I want that asshole to go to jail. The sooner the better."

Before she got out of bed, Martha stretched. Milly watched her companion's bare breasts move delightfully. Then the detective got out of bed and walked to the bedroom door.  She stopped in the doorway, turned and looked back at Milly, who lay in bed, smiling at her. "Care to join me in the shower?" she asked.

"I was wondering if you were going to ask," Milly replied. She sat up and stretched, then got out of bed. When she got to the bathroom, Martha already had the shower running and was standing under the spray. The lawyer stepped in with her. Her lover's lovely body glistened with droplets of water.

Martha had a sudsy washcloth in her hand. When her lover entered the shower, she began lathering Milly's lithe body.

The contact of the sudsy cloth started desire growing in Milly. "My God, Martha!" she murmured. "The minute you touch me I'm turned on!"

Milly took another cloth off the rack on the shower wall and began to lather it. When she had it covered with white, foamy suds, she began washing her companion's alluring body.

As the washcloths slid over lovely flesh, passion began to escalate in the women. Each paid special attention to the areas on their partner's body which were especially sensitive and soon both of them were covered with lather and gasping for breath. Two pairs of erect nipples poked out through a foamy covering of suds and two gorgeous bodies trembled with need.

Milly's legs were shaking so hard she was afraid she wouldn't be able to keep standing. She leaned against Martha for support and realized her lover was shaking as hard as she was. She slid the washcloth over her partner's belly and between her legs and began "washing" her lover's pussy. She heard her lover gasp and felt a powerful shudder go through her lover when her hand began to whirl on the detective's clit.

Then Milly gasped when Martha's washcloth went between her legs, onto her vagina.

Milly let the washcloth drop and thrust two slim fingers into her companion. Her thumb came to rest on her lover's clit. Martha moaned and her hips rocked forward. Milly kept thrusting her fingers in and out, and her thumb moving back and forth over the tumescent nubbin. After a bit, Milly felt Martha's weight pressing against her as her lover's legs grew more and more rubbery.

Martha shot a finger into Milly's pussy, then, and the lawyer sobbed with delight. "Ahhhhhhh!!!!" she groaned, "Yessssss!!!"

The two women leaned against each other, trembling, fingering each other wildly as warm water cascaded down over them.

"Commmmmminnnnnngggggg!!!!" Milly moaned at last, "Oh, darling!!!! I'm commmminnnngggg!!! Yessssss!!!! Oh, yesssssssss!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

"Milly!!!!!" Martha cried, "Darling!!! My darling!!! I'm commmminnnnngggg, toooo!!! Oh, Goddddddd!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

They finally finished their shower and, once they were dressed, they went down to the kitchen to have breakfast. After they finished breakfast, they went off to their jobs.

Milly found Dennis Milligan, a local criminal lawyer, waiting when she arrived at her office.

"Morning, Dennis," she said, "what can I do for you?"

"You aren't really serious about going through with those charges on Ben Sanders, are you, Mil?" he asked. "I mean, get real, he didn't do anything all that wrong."

Milly had never liked Milligan. The man tended to operate at the outer limits of legal propriety and occasionally exceeded them. His most respectable clients were drug dealers. "Give me a break, Dennis!" she snorted. "The man's slime. He took advantage of Lord knows how many teen-age girls, violated the confidence placed in him by the parents of this town, and in general he's a creep! And the detectives working the case think they're going to be able to find enough evidence to let me file statutory rape charges, too."

Mulligan frowned. "Don't you think you might be over-stating things just a little, Mil?" he asked.

Milly frowned and shook her head. "Jesus, Dennis, how can you say that with a straight face?" she asked. "Of course, considering the quality of the people you usually represent, Ben Sanders really didn't do all that much wrong."

"Hey, no need to get all huffy, there, Mil," Milligan replied. "I just thought, maybe, you might be willing to make some kind of a deal on this. The sooner we get it cleared up, the less scandal there'll be, you know?"

"What kind of deal were you thinking of?" Milly asked.

"I talked to my client last night and explained the facts of life to him," Milligan said. "He wants to get this cleared up quickly. He's willing to plead to marijuana possession, even though he denies any knowledge of how it came to be in his apartment. That is, if you are willing to make the statutory rape charges - if the cops actually find any evidence - disappear. I think a year in county jail, with nine months suspended, and an appropriate number of hours of community service, would be a fair sentence, don't you?"

Milly shook her head in amazement. "Yeah, right, Dennis," she snapped. "And I suppose he wants to perform his community service in a home for wayward girls, right? Who in hell do you think you're talking to, counselor? Don't you go treating me like I just fell off a turnip truck. Your client is going down, big time."

"Milly, be reasonable," Milligan said. "Think about this..."

"No, you think about this," Milly said, interrupting him. "There is going to be such a huge fuss once this story gets out that your client isn't going to be safe walking the streets. Actually, if I really wanted to be sure he gets what he has coming to him, I probably ought to give the story to the press, then turn the asshole loose and let the fathers of the girls he screwed take care of him." She saw the shocked look on Milligan's face and smiled. "Don't worry, Dennis, I won't do that," she said. "Here's my deal. I'm going to bet the cops find evidence of stat rape. If they do, I'll make the possession with intent to sell charge go away and recommend two to five, concurrent, on each stat rape charge Sanders pleads to. That's as good as I'm offering. He turns it down, we go to trial." Something occurred to her. "Oh, yeah, and he surrenders whatever teaching or counseling licenses he has, too, and agrees never to work with kids again."

Milligan shook his head. "He won't go for that," he said. "He's scared to death of what will happen to him if he goes to jail."

"Fine, let's go to trial, then," Milly said. "But let me tell you, I'm going to have videotape evidence, which means we will get convictions on the stat rape charges. Then I'll ask that any sentences imposed be consecutive." She smiled. "And Dennis, you ought to know that the cops are reviewing the videotapes and interviewing kids over at the high school as we speak. We will find under-age girls who slept with Sanders."

"I don't know, Mil, I think I'm going to have to talk with my client again," Milligan said.

Milly looked at her watch. "You do that, Dennis. And you better be very persuasive, and quick, too. His arraignment's in an hour," she said. "You got that much time. We have a deal by then or we go to trial."

An hour later, Milly, Martha, Tim, and a courtroom full of angry people were waiting for Ben Sanders' arraignment to take place. The hall outside the courtroom was filled with TV and print reporters and clamoring parents. The two detectives had found evidence of Sanders' sexual involvement with at least four underage girls, so those charges had been added.

"State versus Benjamin Sanders," the bailiff intoned.

Ben Sanders, looking haggard, was brought in by sheriff's deputies and took a seat at the defense table next to Dennis Milligan.

When his name was called, Sanders and his lawyer stood up. "Dennis Milligan, appearing for Mr. Sanders," the lawyer said.

Judge Hawkins, a sober, gray-haired bear of a man, read the information on the charges into the record, then he glowered down from the bench at Ben. "Mr. Milligan, what plea does your client wish to enter on the charges I just read?" the judge growled.

"Your honor, I believe the prosecuting attorney's office and I have come to an agreement on disposition of this case," Milligan said.

Judge Hawkins turned to Milly, who was standing behind the prosecution table. "Miss Perkins, is that correct?" he asked.

"Yes, your honor," Milly replied. "If Mr. Sanders enters guilty pleas to all four of the statutory rape charges, we're willing to drop the marijuana possession charge. We would also request that Mr. Sanders surrender any teaching or counseling certifications or licenses he may have."

The judge turned back to Milligan. "Is that your understanding, Mr. Milligan?"

"Yes, your honor," Milligan said. "And I believe the state also has a recommendation regarding sentence."

"Is that correct, Miss Perkins?" Judge Hawkins asked.

"It is, your honor," she replied. "If Mr. Sanders pleads guilty to the specified charges, we plan to make a recommendation on length of sentence."

"Very well," the judge said. He again glowered at Ben. "Mr. Sanders, do you understand the charges filed against you?" he asked.

"Y...yes, I...I do, your...honor," Ben replied, nodding faintly.

"Has your attorney explained the plea agreement to you and do you understand it?" the judge continued.

"Y...yes, your honor," Ben replied, very softly.

"Are you entering a plea of guilt because you, in fact, committed the offenses charged, and not because of any coercion or intimidation?" the judge asked.

"I'm...pleading guilty because I...did it," Sanders replied, his voice almost a whisper.

"How do you plead to the charges that you had sexual relations with four under-age females?" the judge asked.

"G...guilty, your honor," Ben stammered. He never, ever imagined it would come to this. His whole life, his career, everything he believed he had, was all gone.

The judge asked a few more questions, ascertaining that Ben both understood the plea agreement, and was accepting it without duress. "Very well, then, I accept your plea of guilty, Mr. Sanders," Judge Hawkins said finally, "I furthermore find that you made it knowledgeably and without duress. I enter a finding of guilt on all charges." He paused and wrote something on the papers in front of him, then he looked up. "I am scheduling sentencing on this matter in thirty days, and am ordering the department of probation to conduct a pre-sentence investigation," he said. "Miss Perkins, do you have a recommendation as to bail?"

"I believe $10,000 cash or bond would be sufficient, your honor," Milly said. "If Mr. Sanders makes bail, I would ask the court to impose conditions of release which prohibit him from having any contact with the victims or their families, and which bar him from being at or near Jamestown High School."

Judge Hawkins nodded. "I concur with your recommendations, Miss Perkins," he said. "I will issue an order. In addition, I think it might be wise to require Mr. Sanders to report to the police department twice daily."

"Thank you, your honor," Milly said.

The judge turned to Milligan. "Mr. Milligan, do you wish to be heard on the subject of bail?" he asked.

"Your honor, my client has limited financial resources," Milligan said. "He has no prior criminal record, he has ties to the community, and I don't believe he poses a substantial threat of flight. I believe he's appropriate for recognizance release."

Judge Hawkins leaned back in his big chair, his face stern, but thoughtful. Then he leaned forward. "I impose bail of $10,000, cash or bond. In the event Mr. Sanders does manage to make bail, he is to abide by the following conditions: One, he is to have no contact whatever with any of the victims in this case or their families. Two, he is to have no contact with any females under the age of twenty-five. Three, he not to be on, or within five hundred feet, of any school or place where young people congregate. Four, he is to report to the Jamestown Police Department daily. Five, he is to remain in his residence between the hours of five p.m. and nine a.m. Do you understand these conditions Mr. Sanders?"

"Y...yes, your honor," Ben said.

"I hope you do, sir," the judge said. "Because if you violate even one of them, I will lock you up. I promise you that."

"My client understands, your honor," Milligan said.

"I hope he does, Mr. Milligan," the judge said. He pounded his gavel. "Next case!" he said.

The sheriff's deputies took hold of Ben's arms and led the pale, shaking man out the side door of the courtroom.







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The User Ch. 24



Tim stopped by school near the end of the school day on the day Ben Sanders was arraigned. He thought it would be nice to surprise Heidi, and maybe take her out to diner to celebrate the fact that Ben Sanders would be going away for quite a while.

Heidi was looking to the end of the school day and was finishing up some things, getting ready to go home. She heard a knock on the door, then Tim walked in. She smiled, delighted that her husband had stopped by.

"How has your day been?" he asked.

"Not too bad," she replied.

"What do you think about what happened in court this morning?" he asked.

"How long will he be in jail?" she asked.

"Milly is going to ask for two to five years," he replied. "Of course, that means, if he's a good boy, he'll probably serve about eighteen months."

"I wish he could be locked up longer," Heidi said. "What he did was horrible!"

"How's Cynthia doing?" her husband asked.

"She's going to be OK, I guess," Heidi said. "She came out of the coma finally. Her mother called and told me the doctors don't think there was any brain damage."

"Good," Tim said. He held out his arms. "Come here."

Heidi moved into them. "We have to be careful," she warned. "Someone might come in and catch us."

Tim knew his wife was teasing. "So you'd rather I didn't do this, then?" he said. He turned Heidi so her back was to him and cupped her breasts in his hands.

Excitement tore through Heidi. "Tim!" she exclaimed. "Don't do that! Not here! What if someone comes in?"

"I guess you don't want me to do this, either," Tim said. He kissed her neck and moved his hips against her bottom.

Heidi felt her husband's hardness pressing her buttocks and need seethed inside her. She moved her bottom against him. "Ohhhhhhhh!!! Tim! We...we shouldn't! Not...not here!" she murmured. "Let's...let's go home!"

Tim slid his hand under the elastic waist of his wife's uniform slacks, inside her panty hose and onto her vagina. He discovered her crotch was already soaking wet with excitement.

"Tim!" Heidi groaned, thrusting her pelvis against his hand. "What...Ohhhhh!!!...if someone comes...in?"

"I locked the door," Tim told her. His tongue teased her ear. "If anybody wants to come in, they'll have to knock."

"How...Unnnnhhhhh!!!...how will we explain being in...Annnnhhhh!!!...a locked...office?" Heidi murmured. She realized she didn't care. He had her gasping with need. "Ohhhhhh!!!" she mewled, her body quivering, "We...Ohhhhhhh!!!...shouldn't be doing...Ahhhhh!!!"

Tim pulled his wife to the cot that sat along the wall of the office while his hand continued teasing her vagina. He pushed his pants down, sat down on the cot, tugged Heidi's slacks and panty hose down, then he pulled her onto his lap. His hand continued to stroke her moist opening.

"Unnnnnhhhhhh!!!! Unnnnnhhhhhh!!!!" Heidi moaned, her head lay on her husband's shoulder and her hips moved urgently against his swollen shaft, which was poking against her bare bottom.

"I want to make you come!" Tim whispered, and kissed her. He slid a finger into her and his thumb moved onto her clit, making her shake violently.

"Yessssss!!!!" Heidi groaned. She was totally out of control and couldn't do a thing to stop him. Actually, she didn't want to. "Yessss, darling!!!! Make me come, please!!!"

"OK!!!" Tim said. He intensified his caresses. That was what he wanted to hear!

"Ohhhhh!!! Don't stop!!! Don't stop!!! That's it!!! That's it!!! Agggggghhhhhhh!!! Yessss!! Yesssss!!!!!" Heidi groaned, clenching her jaw in a futile attempt to muffle her passionate moans. Her hips went wild on Tim's lap as he drove her over the brink into a whirl of sweet rapture.

When her orgasm ended, Heidi turned and kissed Tim. She could still feel his erection jabbing against her bottom. "That was so wonderful, Tim!" she said. "But what about you?"

Tim shrugged. "You can take care of that when we get home," he said.

"We'll take care of it now! Get your clothes off!" Heidi replied urgently. She helped him unbutton his shirt, then she laid her hands on his warm torso, bent forward, and began to sucked his nipples.

Tim shuddered. Heidi was building passion in him, turning his insides into a seething, bubbling cauldron of desire. He peeled the rest of Heidi's nurse's uniform off, then they rolled around on the cot, so Tim was lying on top of his wife. He felt her fingers playing over his ass and legs, driving him wild. His erection was sandwiched between their bellies and her rigid nipples poked into his chest.

"Take me, Tim!" Heidi urged, "Now!" Her voice was quavering with urgency.

Tim raised his hips, his rigid shaft slid into the warm dampness surrounding his wife's opening, then he lowered his hips and felt his erection sliding into her.

"Yesssss!!! Oh, Tim!!! Yessssss!!!!" Heidi groaned. She rotated her hips upward, trying to absorb more of him into her. "That's what I need!!!!"

Tim began to move his hips, then things got out of control and the couple embarked on a voyage of bliss, riding breaking waves of jubilation. Their bodies strained together as they shared intense erotic sensations.

Heidi's passion reached its crescendo and blossomed into joyful explosions of bliss. "Yessssssss!!!! Darling, yesssssss!!!!!" she cried. "I'm commmmminnnnnnggggggg!!!! Take meeeeee!!! Take meeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!"

"Heidi!!!! Oh, God, Heidi!!!!!!!" Tim cried, exploding into his wife's rocking, twisting body.

Afterward, aglow from their shared joy, they lay in each other's arms on the tiny cot.

Heidi kissed Tim. "I can't believe we did this here!" she murmured. "Was it as good for you as it was for me?"

"It was unreal!" Tim replied. "I know we were taking a chance, but..." He smiled and shrugged. "Hey, we're married, right, and we did have the door locked." He tightened his arms and their lips locked in a longing, passionate kiss. "Want to go do it one more time?" he asked when the kiss ended.

Heidi nodded. "You know I do," she told him, "but I think, maybe, we ought to wait until we get home."

"OK," Tim said. "But how about we stop somewhere to get something to eat before we go home?"

"I think that would be wonderful," Heidi said.

They got their clothes back on and left.



The User Ch. 25



After they made sure Eileen's daughter was OK, William and Arlene decided to spend the weekend at his family's cabin in the mountains. They'd spent time there before and both of them had come to think of it as their special place.

When they arrived, they carried their suitcases into the cabin, then they stood looking out the huge front windows at the lake in front of the cabin.

"Want to take a walk?" William asked.

"I'd love to," Arlene said.

As they walked into the woods, William took her hand. "I don't think I've told you for at least five minutes," he said, "I'm in love with you."

"I...I'm in love with you, too," Arlene said.

William stopped, turned, and pulled his wife into his arms. Arlene looked up at him and their lips met. Their tongues entwined and Arlene's arms tightened around her husband.

They sank to the forest floor, their hands moving over each other, tugging at their clothing, loosening it, striving for contact with the flesh under it.

"Ohhhhhh!!!" Arlene murmured when her husband's hand slid under her blouse, onto her breast. His fingers teased her nipple into titillating stiffness and need filled her. "Oh, William, I need you so much!" she whispered.

"I need you, too, sweetheart!" William replied. He stripped her clothes from her, leaving her lying, nude and beautiful, on a cushion of leaves and pine needles under a canopy of leaves. He quickly removed his clothes and slid on top of her, his bulky body casting a shadow over her svelte form.

Arlene lay there, trembling, awaiting his entry.

William grasped his erect cock and placed the tip in his wife's vagina then, slowly, he lowered himself and Arlene felt herself being filled and possessed by the man who loved her, and who she loved in return. This was the kind of love, and loving, she'd dreamed about all her life! Tears flowed from her eyes and rolled down her lovely cheeks.

William saw his wife's tears. "What's wrong, honey, why are you crying?" he asked.

"Because I'm so happy!" Arlene replied. "This is so wonderful!"

Her lean hips strained off the ground, meeting her husband's downward invasion, and her body quaked from the sensations his probing cock was eliciting from her. "Ohhhh!!! My darling!!! My darling!!!" she cried as her peak neared.

William, too, was rapidly being overwhelmed by growing urgency. What he was experiencing was so wonderful! He almost felt like he was making love with her for the first time! He had very little control over his body. Then something fantastic was loosed inside him, his body shook, and his hips began moving even faster.

"Babeeee!!! Arlene!!! Darling!!!" he cried, and came.

"Yessssss!!! Oh, love!!! Yesssssss!!!" Arlene replied. Her orgasm was triggered when she felt her husband's torrid fluids gushing into her, "Take meeeeeeee!!! Take meeeeeee!!! I...I love youuuuuu!!! I love youuuuuuuuuuuuu!!! I love youuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!"

"Wow!" William exclaimed once they finished. "That was intense!"

"It was wonderful, wasn't it?" Arlene said. She glanced over William's shoulder and saw something. "Look, honey, she said, "there's something moving over there!"

William turned and they watched as a large brown bird walked out of the underbrush, followed by several smaller birds. The family walked to the lake.

"What are they?" Arlene asked.

"Those are wild turkeys," William said. "Aren't they gorgeous!"

"They don't look like domestic turkeys at all, do they?" Arlene asked. "They're pretty. And the little ones are so cute."

"They're beautiful," William said. "I've never seen one with babies before."

While William and Arlene watched, the turkey wandered around for a while, pecking at the ground, after a little while they disappeared back into the woods.

"You know," William said, "Seeing that turkey family reminds me of something." He paused and took a deep breath. "I...I've been thinking that, maybe, we...we ought to...to consider having a baby."

"Really?" Arlene said. A bright smile appeared on her face.

"Yes," William said. "I believe I'm ready for William P. Atherton the fourth to put in an appearance."

"What if it's a girl?" his wife asked him.

"I don't care," he said. He grinned. "I can live with Wilhemina P. Atherton, I guess."

"I can't," Arlene said. "You're going to have to do better than that for a name for our daughter."

"I don't really care what our baby's name is, just so it's healthy," William said, grinning.

"Would September be a good time for you?" Arlene asked.

William looked at her, a little puzzled. "September," he said. "How could we do that? September is only eight months..." His mouth dropped open. "You mean...you...we...we're going to have a baby?"

"That's what the doctor told me yesterday," Arlene said.

William pulled her into his arms and kissed her hard.