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A Scar

By: InnerMechanisms



I made the decision that I was going to sit and eat with her. All night I had asked about her, standing alone in the back, watching the band play. She looked gorgeous. Now she sat eating a small salad at a table, alone, in the corner. They all said she had a horrible scar on her face and was very standoffish because of it, very self conscious about her appearance. They made fun of her when telling me so I walked away from most of the other people there. Her dark brown hair was carefully brushed so it covered the right side of her face. She perpetually kept her head down as much as possible, trying to cover it.

It was only the second show I'd been to at this club but I could tell immediately the first time I wasn't exactly fitting in. While I hung around with some other people and was able to be friendly with them, I never came with anyone, and hadn't really gotten to know anyone that well. I had only been coming honestly to get out of the house and wasn't even the biggest fan of the local music scene. Both times I was there I noticed her though. I decided to give being friendly with her a shot.

I sat down across from her at the table in the corner. I smiled and said "Hey! My name's Jim. How you doing?"

She nodded slightly, and twirled some lettuce around with her fork.

I decided to try again. "I've been here twice now...it's not bad. I've seen you here both times. I think I've at least said hi to everyone but you at this point." I said cheerfully.

She mumbled something. It sounded like "Hello."

I chatted while I ate a slice of pizza, talking about the band that had just played and some mediocre song that they performed. I babbled on for minutes trying to strike up conversation, trying everything, until she looked up at me and I was a little taken aback to see anger in her eye. She was pissed, big time.

"Come to see the scar?" she demanded, her voice suddenly full of volume and anger.

"No, I came to eat with you and talk to you. I've talked with everyone else, and..." I started, but didn't get to finish.

"Bullshit! You want to fucking see it, take a look, take a good look at my fucking face. Mandy and her fucking scar, everyone wants to see it. Here!" She pulled her hair back from her face exposing her scared cheek. Her scar was a burn scar and I thought immediately that it must have come from some type of accident. It ran from her deep, dark blue eye to her jaw line. Her eye appeared to droop because of it. I glanced at it and then looked back into her eyes together.

"Well...Mandy. Scars...what are they? It doesn't say anything about who you are does it? It just says about where you've been."

She looked like she wanted to say something back but instead sank into a shocked, nearly surprised gaze. She lowered her hair and her petite hand, then her head, and stood up. "Nice to meet you..." she said in a whisper as she moved off and out the doors. I didn't pursue her, unsure of whether it would upset her further, and unsure of what I would say if I caught up to her anyway.

I left then, not really feeling like staying for the second band. For the next week I thought about her throughout the day. I just wanted to speak with her at least once more. I felt so guilty knowing I upset her, and even more horrible knowing she felt so poorly about herself because of her scar. I decided to go back for the next show just to see if she was there.

Sure enough I saw her as soon as I walked in that night as the first band was setting up on stage. She seemed to be watching the door more closely than normal. Was she waiting for me? No...that wouldn't be. I waved though from across the room and she gave me a shy wave back, with a small hint of a smile.

I got a drink and walked over to her directly.

"Hey! How are you doing tonight?" I asked cheerfully once again.

"I'm doing okay...how are you?" Mandy said with a stronger voice than the one that had left me the week before.

"Fine. No complaints so far, I just got here though." I said with a little bit of a forced chuckle."You want to step outside? I'm not really into this first band anyway...sometimes I'm not sure why I come here."

"Oh...sure. To be honest I come to get out of the house, I only like a few of the bands that have played here." she said. We stepped out into the night air and I noticed her holding her head higher than normal, looking at the stars. I looked up with her for what had to have been minutes before she spoke.

"Did you mean what you said about the scars not being who we are?" was what she finally said.

"Yeah of course. Sometimes I have enough trouble getting the facts out of my mouth, I don't lie very well. Sometimes I'm quiet and I don't volunteer information but that's not lying. When I speak...all it is, is what I really mean." Did that make any fucking sense at all, I thought.

"So you don't think I'm a joke?" she asked, her voice brittle and very thin.

"What? No of course not. You were hurt badly once...that's what I think when I see your scar. It doesn't say anything about who you are now. It's not what says you're a nice person. Your actions say that. It doesn't tell the story of who you are at all, just what happened that day you were hurt." I said and looked her to smile as I finished.

"Thank you. It's very nice of you to say that." she said.

We stood in silence for another few minutes. Finally building up the confidence to ask I spoke up.

"Mandy...I uh. I don't know if you have plans, but I was wondering if you would like to go to dinner with me tomorrow. Or something."

She was silent for more than a few seconds. I was wondering if I'd upset her again. I shouldn't have asked, damn it, I though. Then she said, "You aren't asking me out on a date are you?" her voice again brittle.

"I think I am. Uhh...yep. I am. I'm asking you out. If you're not busy of course. If you are I understand." I said.

She looked at me directly in the eye. I looked back into her left eye and to the spot where I wish I could see her right. Instead I stared at her brown hair in contrast with the pale whiteness of her skin, still neatly brushed over that side. But on the left I could see a tear forming in that eye. I was confused and almost panicked...I felt a heavy dropping feeling in my stomach feeling I'd upset her again.

"You want to do this again?! Do you all think I'm that fucking stupid? 'Ask her out again...make her feel good. Then stand her up!' Why??" she sobbed at me.

"No! No! Hey I'm sorry." I reached out for her but she stepped back, arms crossed, crying. "I was just...I wanted to take you out. I'm serious. I told you I don't know a lot of the people here...I'm not trying to make fun of you. This has nothing to do with you scar or anything else other than trying to take you out for dinner. You and that nice behind" I said. Immediately I wanted to hit myself in the face for trying to joke. So poorly. At this moment. Fucking idiot.

She stopped crying and looked mildly amused. And confused. "My behind, you mean my butt?" she asked.

"Uhh...ha. Yeah. You have a nice butt...and I want to take it out. Along with the rest of you." I said still feeling completely stupid.

She giggled at that, an innocent and utterly cute giggle. "Are you fucking nuts?" she asked laughing.

"Welllll...nahhh. I don't think so. Why?" I asked, now smiling, feeling better.

"How many people do you think look at my ass and not my face?" she said more seriously.

"Well I do. And if you want to know how I think honestly I guess, it's probably the first thing I noticed about you from across the floor."

"Ha...okay, okay. You're joking with me though right? You want to take me out?" she asked, her voice again soft and perhaps a little brittle, but not as thin and tight as before.

"No. I'm being totally serious. My jokes are way worse than this and they usually offend someone and I get a bloody nose and..." I trail off and stop before I can fuck up again.

She didn't answer at first. But then she pulled out her phone and gave me her number, scribbling it down on a little piece of paper. She said "Call me later, and we can talk about it, OK? I came here to see you...but I think you know that. I'm just going to head home."

"Sure. I promise." I said. We parted and both went to our houses.

I waited as long as I could, but I couldn't wait long. I called her and we talked for a while, and we went out on Friday to dinner. We ate at a small place downtown, which is small enough in and of itself, in the area we lived. We took a walk afterwards and we both were at ease with each other. I felt so calm and happy with her. She seemed to feel the same, though her hair was still tightly combed over the right side of her face. The next few dates went nearly the exact same way. Movies, dinner, walks. We talked about where we were from, how we grew up, places we have been. We shared interests in music, TV, and more things than I thought were possible. The only major difference seemed to be our age, as I found she was 3 years older than me. Luckily she didn't seem to mind. I took her back every night and would walk her to the door of her small home. I held off on moving any further, trying anything more. I was afraid to scare her off. Afraid to upset her. I was afraid to lose her, already.

After a few weeks and a few dates I learned she lived with her friend Sarah, when she stepped out to meet me one night. I shook her hand on the porch one night. "Your friend is amazing, you know that?" I smiled. "Mandy I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay." She said shyly, and then ducked into the house.

I went to the car, and drove off toward my own home.

I called her the next afternoon, Saturday, and we chatted some more. She invited me to dinner on Sunday with Sarah and her boyfriend at their house. I agreed. Almost too eagerly I thought afterward, nervousness building. I was so happy to spend time with her anyway. Why not spend time with her and her best friend?

I struggled to focus on anything until Sunday night when we had out dinner. The time passed surprisingly quickly and the chatter was light and friendly and everyone seemed to get along as far as I could tell. I saw a small nod from Sarah about half way through dinner. I must have passed some sort of test. I smiled inwardly and kept staring at Mandy. She was so beautiful. Her dark brown hair, even as it was brushed over her face, always caught my attention. The color of her eyes, that deep blue, was so perfect. Her defined jaw line and mouth with lips a soft pink color naturally, small, fitting the rest of her body. She couldn't have been more than 5' 4" and no more than 120 pounds if that. Sarah's boyfriend, Rick, broke me out of my trance with a question about baseball. He was nice but I wasn't really interested in talking to him more than necessary though I tried not to let it show, being polite as possible. I really just wanted to talk to her.

We went outside onto the porch and sat staring at the stars again as we had the night I asked her out. I finally decided to kiss her, feeling 3 weeks was long enough. I had to try some time. She didn't respond. Her lips gave no response at all. I looked at her eyes, and saw the tears forming again.

"Oh shit...Mandy I'm sorry. I've wanted to for so long now but if you're not ready or...you don't want to or...whatever, I just...I understand..." I said softly, trailing off.

"It's okay...Jim it's just that I haven't even done this since...." I knew what she was referring, she needn't go on.

I stroked her left cheek. "Do you want to tell me about it?" I asked her. "I mean, only if you want to tell me about it. I am here to listen, always. But you only have to tell me if you want to."

She looked and I could see her mind working. Then she said "I guess I do want to tell you about it. You should know. I was driving home from a friend's house, at about two in the morning. I, uh, I reached down to the floor to get a CD I wanted to listen to and when I looked up I saw a deer in the road right in front of me. I swerved...which I know is dumb. I just couldn't help the reaction I guess. It hit the windshield and I ended up in the ditch upside down." she paused and I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her as close into me as possible. Her head rested against my shoulder.

She continued her story. "I don't know how long I was out, but when I woke up the car was smoking. I was confused as fuck. Didn't know where I was, you know."

I nodded and said "I can imagine. What it was like having to wake up like that, just...disoriented."

She nodded, head brushing against me, and continued saying "The car caught on fire, I was struggling with the seat belt trying to get free, I was so scared." She paused again. "A man who was going by stopped when he saw the smoke. He kicked in the window, and was reaching for me. The fire was inside now, and...burning my jacket. I was wearing one of those denim jackets. I was just...screaming in pain and fear. I was so fucking scared I would die. When he finally got me out through the window the burning jacket was up against my face...and I got burned...pretty badly. Obviously." She was crying softly now.

I stroked her head and held her closer. I kissed her forehead and whispered "It's okay...it's okay."

"The ER doctors told me I was lucky to have just this injury on my face. A plastic surgeon said he could minimize the scar, but I can't afford it. Our insurance doesn't cover cosmetic surgery...or anything much for that matter. It pissed me off that he said I was lucky when I looked in the mirror. I look so horrible." She said.

"Nooo...shhh. It doesn't matter, the scar isn't who you are. It tells the story of how lucky you were to survive; it shows how close you came to not being here at all." I said knowing that wasn't exactly what I wanted to say...but I couldn't find any better words.

"You think I'm lucky?" she asked.

"Yeah, I do. Because if someone hadn't come and helped you out of the car you probably would have died right there. But instead you're still here. And...I'm happy you're here with me." I said.

"But I look like this. I'm disfigured..." she sobbed harder and my heart sunk further every moment she kept crying.

I raised her head up to look at her face. Her cheeks were puffy and tears streamed down them. I reached up and brushed her hair back from in front of the right side of her face. She tried to turn and hide her face. I held her head, firmly, hoping that it wasn't too hard to scare her or hurt her. I leaned in and kissed her scar, her cheek, gently, but again and again. Her hands came around me hesitantly, and then with more feeling. Soon she was gripping me tightly, hands clawing into my sides as if she was holding onto me for life.

"I wish...you could look past it and see what I see." I said and then pausing for a moment, continued, "I see nothing but how...pretty you are when I look at you. How beautiful you are. I wish I had the words to make you feel better...."

She looked into my eyes. This time when I kissed her she kissed me back. Our tongues met fleetingly, and then introduced themselves properly. We kissed for a long time, standing together in our embrace on the porch. I was very careful not to move my hands below her shoulders and upper back. I knew that I didn't want to move too fast with her, still. I wanted to be patient and move slowly. Unless she gave any indication otherwise I would think going as slow as possible was what she needed.

The next night after work we went into town and took a long walk along the river that snaked through town, listening to the sounds of birds and nature mixing with cars and the traffic of people going home for the night. We held hands, kissing now and again, taking our time.

I stopped her by the end of our walk as we neared my car. I put my arms around her and looked into both of her eyes, brushing her hair back. I looked at her and figured I would blurt it out, "I...I know we've only been seeing each other for what, three and half weeks, a month? But I can't help but feel like it's been longer. I can't help but feel the way I do and...I like you a lot...but I don't...I don't want to put you into a position and into something you're not ready for though Mandy..." I trailed off as I often did. I was such a fucking mush mouth.

She looked right back into my eyes and smiled widely. She said words which to this day are still the kindest and most heart melting words anyone has ever said to me. "I think that you're the sweetest man I've ever met. And whatever you're ready for, I'm ready for." she then hesitated and a moment later said "I think I love you too you know."

I didn't even wait for her to follow me. I picked her up and ran to my car with her. She was giggling the entire way. I drove at what had to be an illegal speed to my house, but I don't remember at all what it actually was. I was just focused on getting there. I pulled in quickly and hopped out of the car. I pulled her along to the front door and flung it open. She walked in a little hesitantly and looked around.

"I think there's some...wine in here..." I said walking into the kitchen. I didn't really know what the fuck I was doing at the time. It seemed like a good idea though.

"We don't need the wine. I already know what I want." She said it in a quiet voice, but looked right at me with her head up the entire time. Waiting to see what I'd do.

I turned to her with the wine bottle in my hand. I walked to her, attempting to place the bottle on a counter without breaking my gaze. I failed, horribly, and it fell to the floor behind me. I didn't realize it at the time though as I took her into my arms and met her lips.

We kissed and my hands gripped her hips tightly. I moved her toward the stairs. We stumbled our way up, kissing, removing clothing, and pressing into each other. A trail of clothes lead it's way to the bed and I was in the midst of the most lustful moment of my life to that point. I laid her down and her hair spilled away from her face revealing the scar in full. She didn't try to hide it from me for a second. I didn't look at it once, instead looking at her eyes, her mouth, her neck and on down. "You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen..." I whispered to her, knowing it was cheesy, but not caring a for a moment. She replied back with what I thought I could only hope she would say and what she would feel. "You make me feel like it."

I wanted her, only her, and right at that moment. I kissed her cheek, the scar, her lips that embraced mine and worked down to her neck. I moved to her breasts and took each nipple in turn. They responded and soon were small, hard little red points. They fit almost perfectly, if just somewhat smaller than my hands. She gripped my head as I kissed and caressed her.

I kissed, licked, and suckled my way down her body. I was already completely hard inside my shorts but I didn't want to move to quickly, still. I wanted to do everything I could to make her happy, to please her. I moved below her waist and hopped down to her thighs. I ran my fingertips around in soft circles on each side, as I kissed the other. I moved closer to her center until with a gentle lap I moved my tongue up the length of her lips. It was so sweet already and her sent filled my mind with an insane need to be with her. I kissed her slit from the top down, gently, then harder, adding tongue each time. I lapped up and down, and side to side, careful to watch what she was responding to. Quicker than I expected she moaned at me. "Please..."

I pulled myself up on top of her and kissed her deeply. She responded by running her hands across my back, clinging to me almost as she did when we were standing on the porch kissing for the first time.

I began to reach for the drawer to get a condom but she grabbed my arm and pulled it back. At the same time I felt her reach down and attempt to guide me into her at that moment. I knew it was stupid...but to feel myself naked inside of her was all my mind could focus on then. I needed to feel her that way. I had to. I pushed only the head of my dick inside her at first and moved it along the split opening of her pussy. The slickness emanating from her made it easy. It also made it easy in the next moment as I pushed myself inside of her entirely. Not more than average I was almost surprised at the type of gasp that she cried out with, and the strength and tightness she grabbed onto me with.


A Scar



"Oh God..."I said as I pulled myself back out, and pushed back in. She was so wet around me, and combined the heat was so intense that I had never felt anything like it. Her head was thrown back, neck exposed.

"Ohhh..." she exclaimed as I sucked on what was the most sensitive spot on her neck. I gently moved around, rolling my hips and rocking gently in and out. I had to savor how amazing this one moment felt.

She grabbed my back, her nails digging in painfully, in the most pleasurable of ways. Her legs splayed widely, wrapping around my hips, pulling me deeper inside her.

I was so gentle at first, but as she responded with more scratching, clawing, and moaning I picked up speed and force. Her legs spread open wide to give me as much room as I needed in order to give her what she was demanding. Her nails still dug into me, dragging me toward her. I kissed her scar, then her lips and swallowed a cry of pleasure.

I couldn't keep from holding back any longer and began to fire into her with more and more force. I propped myself up on my elbows and gripped her shoulders tightly from under her and began to pound into her.

"Harder...fuck. Yes, yes!" she screamed. Abandon had been met. I couldn't hold back anything now. For as gentle as we had begun there was nothing more violent then how we were fucking at that moment.

I groaned incoherently. Her moans synced with every thrust, a whimper of pleasure each time my hardness pierced her heat once more and filled her.

Suddenly I couldn't control myself for more than a few moments longer. I knew it wouldn't be long so I told her, "I'm going to...going to cum."

She began to buck and spasm underneath me, closing her eyes and screaming out. Her nails dug deeper than ever and were surely drawing blood. I watched the orgasm begin to tear through her and she cried out, "Fuck yes...please cum...please!"

I slammed into her as hard as I could once more. I drove upward and felt my own spasming as I finished. My toes dug into the sheets and I tightened up, pressing as much of my body into and against her as possible. My fingers dug into her shoulders, my muscles contracting and straining.

I collapsed on top of her, drained of every last drop of energy that I had at the moment. I became aware of her kissing my cheek and my neck. I turned my head toward her, and looked into her beautiful dark blue eyes. They sparkled. They swallowed me whole, never to let me out again.

"I love you." She said simply.

"I love you too." I said.

We rested for a moment. I began to kiss her neck and her lips again, but she stopped me and said she was a bit sore.

"It's...been a while..." she said shyly in my arms. She seemed so small and fragile. But I could also feel the strength and confidence from within her, brimming out with new life.

"That's okay. I'm not going anywhere am I? I smiled. "Let's get something to munch on."

She rose and ran to the bathroom quickly. I waited for her and when she returned I held her by the hips as we walked back down the stairs. We saw the wine bottle smashed on the floor, red wine splashed everywhere, and only laughed. Together we make quick work of the mess. As I had hoped together we would do so many other things in the future.



A Scary Affair



Even as I sit here in my small office, two days later, my hands still shake slightly and my nerves are shot. As I write this, I look down at the ashtray on my desk and notice that I am already on my fifth cigarette and fourth cup of coffee of the day. It's not yet 9am. I haven't slept for two days. I can still hardly believe the amazing story that I am about to tell you. It seems too fantastic, too unreal, but I assure you, every word is the truth. 

My name is Cooper, Ted Cooper, but everyone just calls me TC. There's nothing special about me, nothing amazing. I'm thirty years old, happily married to Mary, and have been for eight years. Mary is a little younger than me at twenty seven. She has a cute, trim figure and a pretty face framed by long dark hair. I work as a middle manager for a large insurance company in the city and we live in an old barn conversion apartment out in the country. The journey to work is a pain, but we both like the solitude and quiet of our rural community, so I put up with it. I mention that we live in an old building because it directly relates to the story that I am about to tell you. You see, we have a ghost. A poltergeist, I believe it's called. Now, please don't dismiss me out of hand as a nut, two weeks ago I would not have believed me either, but as I said, it's all true.

My story begins about a fortnight ago. It was a warm weekend, and Mary and I were working in the garden, she weeded the flower beds while I attempted to uproot a small tree that we had been meaning to move for sometime. Because of the pleasant weather, I wore only shorts and sneakers as I toiled with the tree and Mary wore only a tiny pair of jean cutoffs and a thin halter top. From my position I could see the upper curves of my wife's splendid 38C breasts, as she bent over to attend her work. What with the heat from the sun, and the lovely sight that my eyes were glued to, by noon I was ready for a break.

"I'm gonna grab a quick shower and get a beer." I said as I passed her, playfully patting her bottom as I went.

"OK, hon. Get a beer for me too?"

I nodded as I entered the house. Climbing the stairs to our bedroom and adjoining bathroom, I notice a chill in the air. I thought that maybe we had got the A/C system a little too high and checked the switch on the landing. Puzzled to see that it was still set to the regular temperature, I rubbed my hands briskly over my shoulders. The thing must be broken I thought as I turned it down a little. The air seemed to go colder still as I approached our bedroom. This was ridiculous, I thought, amazed to find that I could almost see my breath in the air in front of me. My hand reached out for the door handle and grasped it firmly. Damn! It was freezing cold! As I pushed the door I felt resistance. It was jammed, wouldn't budge an inch. For several seconds, I stood in the cold air and rattled the latch back and fourth without success. About to give up and ask Mary what the hell was wrong with the A/C and the door, the temperature suddenly increased dramatically. As my skin began to heat nicely, the door suddenly opened. As I entered, there was a strange musty smell to the room. Not particularly unpleasant, but rather like freshly dug soil. Oddly, the curtains were closed. I was sure that I had opened them earlier. What surprised me more though, was what was neatly laid out on our bed.

Now, Mary and I enjoy a very healthy sex life together. We have no secrets and few inhibitions. I am fully aware of her fantasies about other women, and she knows all about my liking for lingerie (not that I wear it myself, of course! I just love to see women, and Mary in particular dressed in fine stockings and lacy underwear etc!). I looked down at the bed. Neatly displayed were a collection of Mary's sexiest lingerie, set out in such a fashion as to resemble an actual person wearing them but without the body inside! A red silk bodice was at the top of the bed, still buttoned and laced and with the suspender straps hanging down. Underneath the bodice were a pair of black lace bikini panties and below them, a pair of sheer black, seamed stockings. The stocking tops were still attached to the suspenders from the bodice, and the whole outfit was completed by a pair of high heeled black shoes, placed at the feet of the stockings. It was almost as if someone had been wearing the clothes and then just vanished from within them! Thinking that Mary had been feeling as sexy as I had and was maybe expecting a little fun later on, I decided to return to the garden and surprise her. 

As I made for the door, the cold wind suddenly returned and blew it shut with a loud slam. I felt the cold chill my flesh once again as I pulled and rattled the door in it's frame, more than a little concerned now and wanting to get out of the room. I was starting to panic slightly. What the hell was going on? and why would this fucking door not open? My heart leapt and almost missed a beat as I felt cool hands on my shoulders. Whirling around quickly to see who the hands belonged to, I was shocked to discover that I was still the only one in the room. Suddenly I felt a great strength take hold of my body. It was futile to resist as I was half carried and half dragged towards a chair by the window. I was practically thrown into the chair, the strong force holding me securely in place and not letting me rise. Through a crack in the curtains, I could see Mary still tending the flower beds. Once, twice, I called to her, but although my voice resounded clearly in my head, no sound was emitted. Mary looked so far away, as if outside of this room were a completely different world. My attention was quickly returned to my present situation when I felt a weight on by knees. This was madness! The weight felt exactly like a small person sitting astride my knees facing me. I could almost feel breath on my face but still saw nothing in front of me. 

My senses told me that my shorts were now being undone! It wasn't as if I could see them open all by themselves, I couldn't. Looking down, they were still closed with my belt still buckled, but I could definitely hear a zipper being lowered and I could definitely feel my crotch being exposed to the cool air. My brain seemed to refuse to accept the conflict of senses that I was experiencing and it just seemed easier to close my eyes.

Now without the benefit of sight, my mind seemed to be able to grasp more of what was happening. And what was happening was extremely pleasant! I didn't want to open my eyes, the horror of my sensory conflict would be too much. I just wanted to bathe in the amazing sensations that I was now experiencing as cool feminine fingers began fluttering up and down my solid, exposed penis. The fluttering touch continued blissfully as, with mounting passion, I felt a warm wet mouth envelope the head of my cock. I relaxed slightly. I did not want to look out of the window to see my wife, unaware that her usually faithful husband was receiving an amazing blow job, and I certainly did not want to look down towards my own crotch! The pressure on my penis was increasing. The mouth now seemed to be sliding up and down my solid shaft and soft fingers played happily with my heavy balls. I wanted to move my arms to try and touch whatever would be in front of me, but, frankly the thought of what I might encounter, scared the shit out of me! My mind conjured up pictures of statuesque, attractive women in red silk bodices and black stockings as I felt myself approach an inevitable climax. Almost as if sensing my readiness, the fingers squeezed just a little tighter around by balls and the mouth sucked me a little harder. I felt what seemed like a tongue wrap itself around my glans and my hips jerked forward involuntarily. With a deep, satisfied sigh, my orgasm released itself. For what seemed like ages, my cock spewed forth the hot semen in almost machine gun fashion that would have impressed the most virile stud.

Some moments later, as I sat exhausted in the chair, the room seemed to become warmer. Once again, I could hear the familiar sounds from the garden and the road that I suddenly realised had been absent before. I decided to risk opening my eyes. Slowly, almost frightened of what I might see, I let my eyelids lift. As I glanced around, but the room seemed now quite normal. I knew that I had cum, but on inspecting my still fastened shorts, I noticed with some surprise, that there was no cleaning up to do, no trace of semen at all. For a moment I thought that I had dreamed the whole thing, my imagination working overtime. But my penis was still twitching with post-orgasmic spasms, and the lingerie was still neatly arranged on the bed.

After a few moments thought, I had decided to tell Mary what had happened. She would probably think I was completely crazy, but I had to try to make her believe me.

The argument had continued right through the weekend. Mary was angry that I should make up such a story, obviously in order to frighten her. No matter what I said or how convincing I tried to make my words, she would not even begin to think about the idea. Quite frankly, the whole thing sounded so surreal, I was beginning to doubt myself. That is until two nights ago.

Up until the day before yesterday, nothing else out of the ordinary had occurred and although it was still difficult to forget the incident, I guess that I had put it to the back of my mind. It was the early hours of Saturday morning. Mary and I had enjoyed an extremely pleasant evening out at our favourite restaurant with a couple of friends. We had all talked until late in the evening and it was well after midnight when my wife and I finally crawled into bed. Again, it was very warm, the air still and muggy, so we decided to sleep naked on top of the covers. I was in that stage of half sleep half wake, my mind drifting lazily, when I felt the first breath of chill air. Immediately I became alert as I recalled instantly the events of nearly two weeks ago. I closed my eyes and lay back on the bed in anticipation. Could I go through with another unseen sexual encounter with my wife right beside me? I thought. The question remained unanswered in my mind as I waited and waited and waited. I expecting to have to make the decision soon, but nothing was happening happening. Slowly, and carefully I opened my eyes. Had I been mistaken? The room was still cool though, so I guessed that something would happen soon. A small moan brought my head whipping around to look at Mary. Again my heart skipped a beat. Not because of what was happening to me, but because of what was happening to my wife!

I looked down at the figure beside me. For all the world, Mary appeared to be asleep and dreaming. I looked at her breasts, flattened against her ribcage as she lay on her back. Her fingers were idly flicking over her sensitive nipples causing them to swell and harden before my excited eyes. I looked further down her smooth tanned body, towards her clean shaven mound. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. She had spread her legs outwards and brought her knees up towards her slightly giving me a clear view of the highly aroused state that she was obviously in. Her hips were moving up and down. This was a familiar position to me. I knew that it was the one she usually adopted when I was eating her pussy! Now that I was fully awake, I knelt beside her and began gently stroking her hair. Almost instantly her eyes flew open as she stared me straight in the eyes. She tried to speak but I knew the confusion that must me contorting her mind. She quite obviously could not comprehend how I could be kissing her pussy so tenderly as well as stroking her hair at the same time.

Mary's head span around as she tried to look down. Quickly I held her face in my hands and, directing her lips towards mine, kissed her long and hard. I did not want her to see the empty space that was between her wide spread legs. 

"Shhhhh...its ok darling. Just let it happen baby." I whispered softly as I broke our embrace. "Close your eyes and just try to relax. Enjoy the sensations."

Mary's eyes closed as she surrendered herself to the experience. For my part, I was being turned on like crazy and realized that I had been idly playing with my penis which had now grown into an impressive erection. Continuing to stroke my cock with one hand and my wife's hair with the other, I watched her body react to the unseen assailant. I now knew that she was receiving an excellent tongue bath as I heard her moan at me to lick her clit harder and suck it into my mouth, still, obviously unable to convince herself that it was not my tongue or lips that were giving her so much pleasure. For several more minutes, Mary writhed and twisted her body. Her hips lifted from the bed and her legs spread wider than I would have thought possible. The whole sight was incredibly erotic, if not a little scary! I could see her smooth vaginal lips part every now and then as if unseen fingers were holding them open while the tongue continued its merciless caress. I gasped aloud, as did she, when I saw her tiny stiff clitoris pop out from under its protective hood. It seemed to quiver and twitch slightly. This sight was too much for me, and almost without warning, my cock erupted in my hand coating my chest and abdomen with its sticky fluid.

Mary was not far behind me. With her eyes thankfully still closed, she uttered a small, high pitched scream and lifted her hips high off the bed. Her nipples were red and swollen, almost glowing as she continued to pinch them, her orgasm crashing through her body. I looked back to her vagina. The lips were opening and closing in a rapid beat as her muscles contracted and relaxed. As before though, none of her vaginal fluid was visible. It was as if the orgasm was all in her mind.

So, now maybe, you will understand why I'm sitting here in my office a nervous wreck. We talked, and have decided that we need help. At this moment Mary is organising a couple of scientific research students from the local University to come by and take a look. I'm not sure how much use they will be or what they expect to find, but we have to do something! I've hardly been back home in the last couple of days, preferring to keep busy in the office. It wouldn't matter anyway, Mary is so tranked up at the moment, she probably wouldn't even notice I was there. If the students don't find anything, Mary is convinced that we should seek help from a priest or something. Well, I don't know about that sort of thing. All I know is that something tells me our poltergeist will only leave us when she wants to! And the way she gives head, I'm not all that sure I want her to leave!

- The End -

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A Scary Halloween Story



The guys were sitting around, enjoying a few cold beers, trying to think of some perverse, perverted way to spend their leisure time. They certainly weren't going to waste it studying! That wasn't why they had enrolled in college. That reason was to get laid!

"Hey, Salamis, what do you say we go write some graffiti in the men's room?" asked Joe Average. "That would be cool."

"I think there needs to be proper motivation for such an act, and I just don't see any indication of it right now," Salamis pontificated. 

"I'd like to watch one of you guys knock up a girl," suggested Don. "What say we do that?"

"No way," asserted Toad. "You'd be critical of my style and I can't stand that.

"I have an idea," chuckled the Greek exchange student, Anonymous. "Let's get together and write a story for Literotica! It would be fun, and I could use it for my next English Lit essay."

"I have a few ten thousand word essays I would like to post," offered Salamis. 

"We need to think this through and make it interesting," countered Joe. "Let's do it!"

"Okay! We have a plan," agreed Toad. "I vote we have Don create a fake biography for Lit. Use your imagination, Don. The sky is the limit!"

"Great idea!" cried Don. "We will write stories as a pregnant woman!"

"Damn it, Toad!" cursed Joe. "We'll have to keep an eye on that fucker! He creeps me out!"

"Let's write on a subject that we know a lot about and can draw readers," opined Salamis.

"Incest!" shouted Don.

"Lesbianism," cried Anonymous.

"Non Erotic!" asserted Toad.

"I think we will try some of each, and see how it goes," proclaimed Joe. "We'll mix and match the themes and toss out all kinds of shit. It'll be great!"

That was the beginning of a great experiment. It seemed innocent enough at the time, but the friends were young and had no idea what they were creating. 

Don came up with the name UpTheStump and a profile and a little biography. The guys weren't too thrilled with the name but Don seemed to have a one-track mind.

The first story was a combination of Toad and Salamis fantasies. It was 15 thousand words trimmed down to 500. They posted it and then sat back to watch the praise roll in on the comment board.

"Does 'eat, shit, and die' sound like a good comment," asked Toad.

"Compared to 'I want to kill your mother and butt-fuck your old man, if you even have any idea who he is', it is pretty good," surmised Joe.

"The problem here is our bio," Salamis stated confidently. "We need to have a nicer picture of UpTheStump. Make her sexier. Let's face it. Don's mom really isn't anything to write home about. I don't know why we used her picture anyway."

"Do you want to impregnate my mom?" asked Don. "I can get her drunk and..."

"Forget that shit!" yelled Toad. "Let me ask my buddy, Bullet, for some pictures of his sister. That bitch is hot!"

Soon the profile was amended and the Bullet's hot sister became UpTheStump. Readership and comments increased immediately. 

"Should we be happy with feedback like "your stories suck, but show me your tits, Bitch"?" asked Don. "At least we didn't have that problem with mom's photo on the profile."

"We need something to get more readers," observed Joe. "It's pretty obvious we aren't going to win any Howitzers with our writing, so we need to concentrate on the things we can improve upon."

"A sexier broad on the profile?" suggested Toad. "I'll get some of Bullet's nudies of his sister. They'll love that little minx' tits!"

"Just a minute!" gasped Joe. "I have an idea!"

"Yeah and I have a high sperm count," countered Don.

"No Don, you don't, but I do have an inspiration. Remember all the feedback that asked to see UpTheStump's tits?" asked Joe. "I think the dumb fucks should have to vote a five and make some fucking nice comments before they see Bullet's sister's tits!"

"I get it," Toad chimed in. "We'll send different pictures of her ass and pussy and even her face if the miserable shits give a good vote and a glowing comment!"

"Would that be ethical or fair to the other writers, most of whom are relying on skill and talent?" questioned Salamis.

"What the fuck did he just say," asked Don. 

"Nothing that made any sense," laughed Anonymous. "Tits and ass beat honesty and talent every time! Let's do it, bros!"

The group collaborated on a few stories where UpTheStump fucked her brother, father, the local priest and his dog. They soon found bestiality was rejected by Literotica, and went on from there. Votes and comments increased but Joe was not satisfied. 

"We can do better men! Think about it. How can we make UpTheStump sexier?" he demanded.

"We could change her name to OneInTheOven," suggested Don. "I am torn between the two names, actually."

"That fucker is really creeping me out!" shouted Joe. "Both names are fucking sick!"

"You're right," agreed Salamis. "Perhaps a more Christian moniker would entice the discerning public."

"I'm not sure what you're getting at, Sal, but I suggest we change the bitch's name," Anonymous stated. 

The bitch's name was changed and the rest, as they say is history. The five friends created a true literary monster that day. Their stories were translated into 72 languages and comments surpassed 100 on every story, and it was all so simple. They decided to use the Bullet's sister's Christian name, as well as her lush ass and ample bosom to inflame the masses.

"Hello, Bullet? This is Toad. What the fuck is your sister's Christian name?" Toad asked over the phone. 

His comrades listened intently as Toad questioned his pal.

"Fuck! That's a long name, but maybe we can shorten it down some. Thanks, Bullet," Toad responded politely.

"Well, guys," grinned Toad. "Here it is. Her name is Sarah Heather Humphrey. Any ideas on how we can condense it a little and gain more readers?"



A Scary Movie



I really hate scary movies, and here he is, dragging me to another blood and gore fest. At first I was irritated that he wanted me to go, but I realize he just wants to spend time. I think he enjoys watching me jump, and cover my eyes. It amuses him. The movie was obviously popular. The line for tickets was long, stretching outside the door and people were talking amongst themselves in the chilly evening air. Their breath rose above their heads in puffs of smoke. Taking my hand, he pulled me closer to his body as we arrived at the end of the line. His arm draped casually around my shoulder, turning me towards him. His other hand slipped inside the open front of my jacket to slither down my side and around my back, pulling me up against his warm body.

I lifted my green eyes up to him in question, and he brought his warm full lips down on my neck, suckling oh so gently, his teeth barely grazing my skin. My eyes drifted closed and a smile parted my wet lips as his mouth moved across my skin, sending delicious chills over my body. My nipples instantly hardened, pressing against the scratchy fabric of my sweater. Knowing I would be wearing a heavy jacket, I hadn’t bothered with my bra and now wished that I had. His hand moved even lower, cupping my ass, his middle finger moving slowly against my crack as we pressed together. I had to resist the terrible urge to moan out loud. Someone coughed, and we broke apart slowly, his eyes lifting to see the line was far ahead of us, and the people behind were getting impatient.

We strolled in, our hands linked, and my pussy was wet, tingling inside the tight thong and jeans I had worn. I ached to feel his finger sliding in me, his palm caressing my clit. He paid for the tickets, and we got a drink to share. The ticket taker took the tickets from my hand, and we walked down the hallway to our theater, his hand resting lightly on my ass. A cool rush of air brushed my hair back as the door opened, and he propelled me forward, around the corner to stare up. The theater had stadium seating, and the middle was already crowded. Unsure of where he wanted to sit (he was picky about his movies), I waited until he nudged me forward, and then began climbing the steps. Each time I stepped up, he was right behind me, his index finger teasing the crack of my ass playfully. I growled a reproof back at him, and stopped midway up the stairs near a pair of empty aisle seats. 

Shaking his head, he grabbed my hand and pushed upwards, until we were in the topmost row, where none of the seats were taken. He pointed with his chin, not saying a word, his beautiful blue eyes sparkling in the dim lights, to the back corner. I nodded and walked ahead down the dark path. The lights up here were so dim I couldn't see the floor of the theater. I made my way to the end of the isle and plopped down in my seat ungracefully, glaring up at him. The screen was tiny, but that was to my advantage as I wouldn’t be that close to the gore fest. I shrugged out of my jacket and leaned against him, holding his warm hand. His thumb rubbed across the bridge of my hand, causing shivers to shoot down my spine as the previews began. With the widening of the screen, the theater became even darker, until the gloom where we were sitting was complete.

The nearest person was about twenty feet away, and I began to concentrate on his body against mine as the movie started. He was warm, so warm pressed up against me, his thigh against mine. I inhaled, smelling the heady sent of his deodorant, gel and clothes. Sighing, I leaned a little closer, my chin resting on his shoulder and nibbled on his neck. He turned his eyes to mine, a smile parting his lips, and his hand left mine, moving slowly against my upper thigh. I licked his neck slowly and playfully, biting, and his hand slid all the way up to feel my warmth, his index finger rubbing softly against my crotch, making me squirm. Sighing in pleasure, I leaned back away from him, spreading my legs a bit so his fingers could feel the folds of my pussy through my jeans. He turned more towards me, the look on his face playful as he rubbed firmer, trying to part my pussy lips with his fingers. My mouth opened to let out a soft moan when a light cough interrupted us. We both froze and looked up.

The figure was standing a couple feet down the aisle from us, and I relaxed when I realized it was one of his friends from school. Chris let out a soft laugh as his friend walked closer, a wicked grin on his face. I smiled politely, this was one of his friends I didn’t know well. It wasn’t until the guy was standing beside us that I realized John's fingers were still firmly pressing against my pussy. I squirmed uncomfortably as the friends eyes glanced downwards, and fixated on the scene before him. Chris gripped firmer, massaging me playfully, and I stifled the urge to close my legs as his friend moved even closer. 

I opened my mouth to object, but Chris put a finger against my lips, and I smelled the subtle sweet aroma of myself on his hand. He then reached down, and unbuttoned my jeans one snap at a time, his eyes watching. I looked down as my yellow satin panties were exposed, but I knew that his friend was watching closely also. He whispered against my ear to lift my hips, and I did as I was told. The cool theater air brought gooseflesh to my skin as he jerked my pants down around my ankles quickly, leaving my thighs and legs nude and uncovered. 

In the hazy light from the picture, you could see the wet darker spot where his fingers had pressed and played with my pussy until it soaked through the fabric. His hands reached down to spread my thighs further, exposing my entire thong covered pussy for both of them to see. He rubbed his index finger against the fabric, pushing down until my lips were outlined on either side by yellow panty. After getting the material good and soaked, he brought his hand back up to my mouth, tracing my moist and parted lips with my own juices until they sparkled. I was breathing heavy, and flicked my tongue out to taste myself. 

A sound grabbed my attention, and I looked up to see the friend unzipping his jeans very near to my face. Looking at Chris in confusion, I began to close my legs but his hand on my thigh stopped me. His hand was forceful on my tender thigh, and I shifted uneasily. He tugged on my hand, and I had no clue what he wanted. My eyes flitted back to his friend, who now had a very hard cock out of his boxers, and was staring fixedly at my soaked panties while his hand moved slowly up and down the shaft of his dick.

The situation was awkward, but making me very hot. Chris reached down and unzipped his own pants, pulling his cock out of his boxers until it stood straight in the air, the tip leaking a tiny amount of precum on the beautiful head. At the sight of his cock, my mouth watered and I began to lean over, wanting to have him in my mouth. He shook his head with a laugh, and reached out, grabbing me by the hips and lifting me up into his lap. I landed with a soft thud against his body, and suddenly his heated and hard cock was rubbing in-between my ass cheeks, pressing against the scanty material covering my soaked cunt. 

He gently stroked my back, from my neck down to my ass cheeks, pushing me forward just a little. I leaned up, resting my elbows on the seat, and felt his fingers now stroking under my panties, against the wet folds of my pussy, spreading my lubrication all over my pussy and ass. Sliding the strip of material aside, he eased his dick into my wet hole, humping his hips up, trying to force himself inside me all at once. I bit my lip, about to groan, when a hand in my hair jerked my head to the side. 

Opening my mouth to protest, I was shocked when another heated dick was forced against my lips. This one was smaller than the one pushing into my cunt, but no less eager for me. He drooled precum all over my lips and chin, and after tasting the salty sweetness of him, I eagerly let him push past my lips and into my warm welcoming mouth. I groaned around his cock as Chris shoved the rest of his dick deep inside me, pushing against my cervix with the tip. He let go of the base of his dick and put his hand on my shoulder, bringing me back to rest against him with his cock fully inside me, hot and hard, my bare asscheeks pressing against his thighs and lower stomach. He leaned forward, his tongue caressing my ear lobe, and told me to suck his friend good while he fucked my pussy, and that I was to take both of their cum deep in my body. Not to waste a drop. Leaning back, he put his hands on my hips and began moving me slowly up and down his cock, my pussy lips spreading and gripping his shaft. 

The cock in my mouth drove into my throat as his friend came to stand right in front of me, and his hands fisted in my hair. I gagged as he shoved it deep in my throat, the head bouncing against my tonsils, and tried to shake my head to get him away, but Chris grabbed my ass with both hands and squeezed hard, fucking his hips against me, driving his cock hard into my wet pussy. I began to bounce in earnest, my face quickly becoming covered with spit and precum as his friends cock slipped out of my wet lips a couple times while I drove my tight cunt down on Chris's cock. Chris's hands were lifting my hips up as his dick slid in and out of me, and his friends hands were pushing down on my head with each thrust, pushing me roughly down on his cock. I was in heaven, and soon began to cum. My cunt fluttered, and I moaned with my mouth full of cock as I came on Chris's dick, my pussy contracting and squeezing him deep inside. His breathing sped up, and I felt his dick spasm inside me, and begin pumping his seed into my fuck hole.

His friend looked down at my panty covered pussy as we both came, and my eyes rolled back as he began to cum as well, his cock spurting cum against the back of my mouth and into my throat. It was salty and hot, and I let it flow down my throat easily before swallowing, relishing the taste. Chris's cock gave one last jerk as he finished emptying himself inside me, and I slid back against him, breathing hard. His friend pulled his dick out of my mouth and Chris told me to lick it off, nice and gentle, so I did, bathing it with my tongue from balls to head. He then put his dick back in his pants, said goodbye to his friend and went back to his seat.

It wasn’t until then that I remembered where we were, and looked around nervously. No one seemed to have noticed our activities so far up in the theater and I turned to grin at Chris. He laughed and I eased off him, quickly moving my panties back into place to catch the cum that was leaking out of my pussy. After pulling my pants back on, I leaned over and quickly licked him dry, savoring the mixture of our cum and returned to my seat to watch the rest of the movie. 



A Scavenger's Playthings



Solemnly a large attendant led Jeffery Miles into a secure doctors office. His expression didn’t change as he pushed Jeffery forcibly toward the doctor’s desk. 

“Sick fuck.” The attendant grumbled as he turned and left the office.

The doctor barely acknowledged his patience presence with a nod. “You can sit down.” He said and then continued typing out some notes on his computer.

Jeffery stared aimlessly off in no particular direction. His eyes spoke of helplessness and desperation. He made no effort to communicate to the doctor or loosen himself from his binds. 

More than several minutes passed before the doctor pushed himself away from the keyboard and looked in his patience direction. The doctor’s eyes momentarily made eye contact with the young Jeffery. Neither of them spoke. Eyes on eyes- it was a battle of wills.

The doctor removed his glasses and then cleared his throat. “You have been coming to see me for several months now Jeff. I think you should be comfortable enough with me to at least say hello, or good morning, or something.”

Jeffery’s determination wouldn’t budge. He glared briefly at the doctor and then turned sharply to look out of the distant office window. 

“You seem to enjoy that view Jeff. It’s a shame that all inmates are not afforded the same luxury that you have. Most are stuck in the confines of their cell or room- in fact most patience see me in the infirmary rather than my office. Wouldn’t it be a shame if that beautiful view was taken away from you.”

Jeffery glared in the doctor’s direction. His eyes seemed to pierce through to his very soul. And for a moment it looked like he was going to speak but instead turned harshly away

Irately the doctor stood and approached the bound patient. “That’s right, from now on no more view Jeff. Just you and me in the infirmary, how does that sound to you?”

“It’s Jeffery.” He reluctantly responded.

The doctor was completely taken aback. He had tried for months with bribes, threats and humiliating remarks to get him to talk and yet it was the view that finally prompted the young man to speak.

“Okay Jeffery it is.” The doctor replied before he returned to his desk. “Do you feel like talking about the reason you are here?”

“What for- it don’t matter much what reason I’m here. ‘Sides you wouldn’t believe me anyway. No one does.”

“It was a pretty intense thing that happened to you- the police said that you really snapped. The report says here that it started as your wife was giving you fellatio.”

Young Jeffery shifted a little in his seat. It was obvious that he was uncomfortable with the recollection. “I really don’t want to talk about it. It’s all bullshit anyways’. I tried to tell those policemen but they wont listen. No one will listen.”

“Tell me. The report says that as your wife began the sexual act you started screaming, begging her to stop. Yet before she had the opportunity to remove her lips you attacked her. Says you hit her so hard it nearly broke her neck.” The doctor continued as he began to type out some notes. “It also says that you attacked some police officers when they came to her aide. 

“I did what I had to do.” Jeffery snapped. “Explain it to me. I can’t help you if I don’t know the whole story.”

“Fine you wanna know so bad. I’ll tell you. But you won’t like it none. You see when its all said in done you are going to be either one of two things doctor. You are either going to be like me, strapped with your arms to your chest or you are going to be like my wife- a no good soul sucking Crank.” Jeffery barked as he began to laugh. “Then where will you be doctor?”

The doctor shifted uncomfortably in his chair. For the first time since Jeffery was brought into his office he seemed unsure of himself. “The drug?” The puzzled doctor questioned.

“You are just like the rest of them doctor. You will never understand. Once you start believing me then it will be too late.”

“I am trying to understand- but in order to do that you are going to have to help me a little. Other than the drug or a churn handle I am in no way familiar with the word crank.”

He seemed to calm down somewhat. He took one or two deep breaths before he continued. “We are a very private people. I don’t think the city folks understand our ways, so to avoid conflict we kinda keep our thoughts to ourselves. But this is gone way too far.” 

“Then let it all out, tell me what you know so I can try to help.”

There was a long uncomfortable silence. Jeffery seemed to be pondering whether or not he should continue with his story. The memories and the sadness that came along with them were at times devastating. On two separate occasions he opened his mouth as if he were going to speak and then stopped. Finally the floodgates opened and began his story.

“We started noticing them about five years ago.” He said and then paused.

“Cranks?”

“No not cranks- Valens. The town folk didn’t mind them too much cause they did good stuff you know. They made you dream about stuff like falling in love. We all knew who they were too, we could tell by the color of their eyes. Valens didn’t have blue, brown or even green eyes. They had more of a burgundy shade to them. Anyway sometimes they would come over and for no reason at all drop to their hands and knees and suck your cock. So you can see why nobody much complained.” Jeffery paused while he attempted to adjust his binds.

“Doctor. This is too uncomfortable, maybe we should talk later- my arm feels like the circulation is cut off.”

Mesmerized by his story, the doctor got up to remove the patient’s jacket.

“Well we didn’t know this at the time but every time you came in their mouth they’d get pregnant. Before we knew it there was Valens everywhere you looked. All of them horny as shit too. But like I said who cared- they was getting the cum they needed and we was getting sucked. Hell there was a lot of things we didn’t know about ‘em. Like the fact that every time you got one of them pregnant you would lose a little bit of your soul.

Jeffery stood from his chair to stretch. “I do like that view.” He said as he walked toward the window. “Do you mind if I look?”

“The windows are alarmed and there are guards posted above on the roof- but no, be my guest.”

“Well it wasn’t much after that that we noticed that the Valens were changing. Their eyes were defiantly a deeper shade of red- that and the fact that they became more aggressive sexually. They weren’t just sucking our dicks anymore. I guess you could say they were getting a bit kinky.” Jeffery continued as he returned to his seat. “We figured out later that it wasn’t the Valens that were going off the deep end. It was a whole new breed of these creatures. Somehow they were evolving.”

“Go on.” The doctor whispered quietly.

“We called ‘em Weezer's cause Weezer Thomson was the first to come across one.”

“And the Cranks?” The doctor questioned.

“The people that fuck to many Weezer’s and Valens become Cranks. Starting to follow me yet doctor?”

“I think.” He replied as he jotted some handwritten notes down on a pad of paper. “And so what’s so terrible about these Cranks?”

“They got no mind of their own. They live and die extreme sex, doctor. Ain’t no internet shit that would prepare you for these guys do.”

“I see...”

“I’m thirsty doctor.”

“I am about through here- in a minute I will call the attendant and you can go back to your room.”

“So what do you think?”

“You don’t want to know what I think.” The doctor responded as he slyly pushed the call button for the attendant. 

“You don’t believe me do you- like all the other sorry ass fucks that think they know everything.”

“Your paranoid Mr. Miles. My diagnosis is paranoid schizophrenia.”

“Why you mother-fucking-son-of-a-bitch. Who the hell do you think you...” Jeffery rampaged as the attendant burst through the office door taking a hold of the young patient. “Tell me doctor...” Jeffery yelled as the large man attempted to bind him. “Have you ever fucked a dog? Have you ever been hung upside down bound in leather and cuffs while your mistress beats you with a strap? ... Have you ever dressed up like a pretty woman while you sucked another transvestites cock?”

The repulsed doctor turned away.

And as the attendant drug the screaming patient from the office the he heard echoes of Jeffery’s last words.

“Well doctor if you haven’t- YOU WILL SOON!”

To Be Continued...



A Scenario



He told me to write down a list of things that I wanted to try with him. I tried, but ended up writing a scenario that I would like to try with him instead. He's at work, and is going to be off fairly soon, so I have to hurry if I want to set it up.

Instead of simply reading it to him, I thought I could best him one and simply do it instead. He's always playing these silly kinds of bedroom games with me, and I think I'm beginning to catch on. I like how it changes things up a bit. This time the ball is in my court, and I'm going to take him to the hole, so to say.

The first step was clothing. I picked out my sexiest black bra and panties first. As I continued searching for what to wear, it occurred to me that I wasn't going out, and lingerie would be just enough anyhow. Soon it would be no more than a floor decoration anyhow.

Once my entire bedroom was lit up with softly glowing candles, I needed some mood music. Ah, Barry White. I get chills when he talks. "This should do the trick for now."

Earlier in the week I had bought some massage oils while I was shopping around the mall because I was thinking of my man. I've never had a better masseuse, and he could simply melt me with his touch. Add a little oil, and I should be in ecstasy. Now they sat within arms reach of the bed. I chuckled to myself as I arranged them neatly so the labels could be read.

Just as I smoothed out the wrinkles in the comforter, I could hear the clicking of his key in the front door. I shuffled quickly to the bedroom doorway and posed in a way that I had once seen on a swimsuit calendar somewhere. My legs were nearly shaking because I was so anxious for him to come around the corner.

There he was. I think he almost dropped his things when he first saw me. I know he dropped his jaw, anyway. "Whoa." is all he said. A devilish smile came across my face as my finger lured him toward me.

In one swift motion his shoes were off, tie loosened, and keys on the floor. Our arms flowed around each others bodies as our lips met in a divine seal. I found myself walking backwards into the candle-lit room and towards the bed. Not once did our lips part, nor arms stop moving.

I could tell this was just what he wanted by the way his fingers pulled at my bare skin and his tongue explored my mouth.

His arms eased me backwards and down onto the bed, catching my head before it hit the pillow. I could smell his musky scent from having worked a hard day. He brought himself to be kneeling over me as my hands undid his tie. I dropped it to the floor and began slowly unbuttoning his white shirt. He just stared deeply into my eyes without saying anything as I worked down his chest.

When the shirt was undone, he pulled it to the floor, followed by his undershirt. My hormones went crazy as I watched his thin, but very well-toned form move to free itself from the shirt. My hands began wandering over his chest and abs even before the shirt was over his head, and I was already beginning to feel quite wet.

With his shirt off, he again moved to kiss me, and I dug my nails into his bare back to pull his entire body against mine. I wanted to feel his warmth and his stiff cock rubbing me through his pants. After a very passionate kiss, I again grinned and pointed to the massage oils lined out a few feet from us. Being a smart guy, he immediately moved from his spot to retrieve the bottles.

As he figured out which oil was best for what, I unhooked my bra and turned to my stomach. I had always wanted a full body massage, but until I met my man, I was too self-conscious to be naked with a guy. Now here I was lying topless on my bed, eyes closed, waiting for his next move.

The next thing I felt was a warm drop of liquid hitting me right between my shoulder blades, then sliding slowly down the spine of my back. It was a strange feeling, yet I also liked it. His hands both touched down at the small of my back, catching the drop, and spreading it outward along with the rest he must have put into his palms.

After showing my entire back some amazing attention, he moved to my left arm, right on down to each knuckle of each finger. Then he repeated the same for the right arm. I heard the squirting of more oil, and wondered where he would touch me next. Not knowing or looking was half of the fun.

My neck felt like it would melt completely off; it was so entirely relaxed from pressure in all the right places. From just behind the ears to the base at the shoulders, I was soon moaning out my relief and contentment without even realizing it.

I couldn't believe how well he could read my mind as to what I had written out for him, but he was going along verbatim with what I had thought earlier.

As he moved his hands across my back once more he gathered more oil in order to massage my legs. Again he started with the left, rubbing every inch of the thighs that I think are too big, though he always says otherwise. My calves must have needed more attention than I thought, because it felt as though he rubbed out a few good knots which made them feel wonderful. My feet, although normally quite ticklish, seemed to be too relaxed to notice as his thumbs kneaded them to heaven.

I felt like my body was literally glowing as I rolled myself over once more to face him. I pulled his face to mine and gave him the most passionate kiss I could, feeling the muscles in his back move with his body. "Switch me." I said, shifting so that he could lay in my place.

I knelt over him and began kissing at the base of his chin, circling my tongue with each stamp of my lips, gliding closer and closer to the top of his trousers. His stomach fluttered a little as my tongue caressed it, and I giggled a little to myself because I thought it was cute.

I looked up to his eyes as I unlatched his belt buckle and unbuttoned his pants. The look he gave me seemed to say "Do whatever you want to me." And tonight I would.

He helped me a little when it came to taking off his pants, and removing his boxer briefs along with them. Already at a full erection, I continued my trail of kisses around his dick and to the tops of his thighs. He jumped a little when I licked the skin of his sack. I kissed every inch of skin I could find, save for his cock itself. By then it was twitching in anticipation. I don't think I've ever seen it quite that stiff before.

My tongue danced along the bottom side of his shaft, and he grabbed two handfulls of comforter along with the sensation. As I played with the head in my mouth, I cupped his balls lightly and rolled them in my hand as if they were chinese meditation balls. He seemed to like it, because I heard a soft moan escape his lips. My man isn't a very loud guy in bed, but if he makes noise, I know I must be doing something right.

As my left hand cupped his sack and my tongue rolled over and over the head of his prick, my right hand found itself stroking up and down at the base of it, in time with my mouth. I almost felt as if I was milking it, and it felt erotic. I wanted to milk the cum from his balls and swallow him down. He seemed to hear my thoughts, because he was soon rocking his hips in time with my rhythm as well.

I knew he wasn't going to last long at the speed I was going, so I pulled off quickly and shot my mouth up to his ear, still stroking his meat. "I want to feel you fuck my pussy from behind, and I want it now." I said. He likes when I tell him what I want, and especially if it's dirty. I was feeling quite dirty by now, and I only wanted more.

He rose from his back and I knelt in front of him, ass up in the air. He grabbed my panties, and slid them quickly down to my knees, where I lifted them so he could pull the panties off completely. Grabbing a pillow to lay my head on, I could feel him placing his thick head at my pussy's entrance.

I moaned loudly as he pressed against my tight opening with his cock. It yielded slowly at first, but I was already so wet that the lubrication sent him quickly to my insides. I gasped as I felt I was torn open, and yet my hips seemed to push backwards wanting more. With a couple slow pushes and a few more breaths, his entire length was within me.

My breaths were coming in heaves as I was moaning with every movement. I could feel every bit of him inside me, brushing along my most sensitive areas. At first he slid slowly in and out, running his hands along my back and around the tops of my thighs. The leftover massage oils kept my entire backside slick to his touch.

As he gained momentum, he leaned forward and grabbed a handful of my hair with his right hand and my left breast with his left. My back was arched from my hair being pulled back, and his cock was rubbing directly against my treasure spot. I was almost hyperventillating because my breathing was so erratic at that point, I could feel my orgasm running up on me quick.

His left hand squeezed hard on my breast and nipple suddenly as he thrust completely in me. I felt a rush of heat leave my chest and flow directly to my pussy as it exploded in orgasm, contracting over and over again, squeezing his dick and making my legs shake. "OOOOooohhhhh..." I moaned loudly as I think I ever have and then buried my face in the pillow.

He continued to ravage my cunt with his full length, though, and soon I could again feel the beginnings of another orgasm building up. We must have been on the same page, because he began letting out short grunts along with his deep thrusts, telling me he was soon to explode.

Again I was rocketed to ecstasy with another deep thrust within me as my body contracted yet again in orgasm. "I'm going to cum" was all he said then and I whipped off of him and spun around.

He began shooting his load before I could get my mouth to his cock, and the first shot hit my chest, followed by another on the cheek. I grabbed the base of his prick and sucked down the rest of his oozing cum, while the rest slid slowly down my face and chest. I just held him in my mouth until he could finally ease his muscles and open his eyes again.

He looked down at me with a very satisfied look and just chuckled a little.

While he lay on the bed, I drew us a warm bath and took a few of the candles into the bathroom with me. He wandered in when he heard me getting into the water, and we lay very relaxed in the calm water.



A Scene



She kneels in the middle of the living room, waiting for her Master. Her outfit consists of a lightweight summer dress that buttons down the front. Underneath she is wearing a black lace underwire bra with half cups, matching thong panties, garter and stockings. Five inch black paten leather heels complete the outfit. She is in position as her Master demands, knees spread, back straight, hands clasp behind her neck head bowed slightly and eye cast downward. She does not know how long she has been there, nor does she know how long her Master is going to make her wait. His instructions were clear: she was to be in position by 3:45; she was not to answer the door or the phone once she was in position. He would let Himself in when He got there. 

Her mind is racing wondering what her Master has in store for her. What would He demand of her, what limits would He push this time? Would He be gentle, teasing her until she begged Him to let her cum, or would He be rough forcing her endure the sweet pain that she craved? Her cunt has been in a constant state of arousal since her Masters phone call this morning. She knew He enjoyed leaving her there, contemplating her situation, wondering what devious plans He had in store for her. 

It was 4:15 when He arrived, even though it had only been a half hour to her it seemed like forever. She resisted the urge to greet her Master, as she knew He would speak to her when He was ready and unless she was spoken to she was to remain silent. She also kept her eyes downcast which kept her from seeing what He was up to. 

As she kneels there her Master begins to set up the equipment He has brought for this evening training. First He sets up the portable bondage horse, and moves it out of the way. Then He sets up the new platform He has constructed, which consisted of a 2 x 12 four feet long, with eyehooks screwed into it in various locations. Next He lays out various items on the dining room table. He then goes to the archway between the living room and dining room and removes three ceiling tiles on the dining room side. This gives Him access to the eyehooks He installed the last time she served Him. He then feeds a length of rope through each eyehook, and places the platform under them.

The whole time He is preparing the equipment for the scene that will follow she obediently kneels never once leaving her position. This is torture in itself as the anticipation of what is to come is growing even stronger with each passing moment. She can feel her panties are soaked. God she wishes He would hurry up, but she knows that He likes to take His own sweet time. 

Once He has the equipment in place He stands back and admires her. It pleases Him to see how obedient she is, always trying her best to please Him, to make Him proud of her. She has come so far since the first time she served Him.

He goes to the table and picks up a length of soft cloth, about 3 inches wide and 24 inches long; He then goes over to her and stands behind her, He takes the cloth and covers her eyes and ties it behind head, plunging her world into darkness. As He is tying the blindfold in place a shudder runs throughout her body. She knows her night has truly begun, and that she is now completely at His mercy.

Only after the blindfolded is in place does He speaks for the first time, “Stand up pet.” She complies and He leads her over to the archway between the dining room and living room. Once she is positioned under the eyehooks, standing on the platform, facing into the living room her Master returns to the table and selects a set of leather wrist cuffs. He puts the cuffs on her then takes the rope He feed through the left eyehook earlier and ties it to the d-ring on the left cuff. After it is attached He pulls the other end of the rope until her left arm is pulled up and slightly out to the left, then He ties it off. After repeating this with her right arm, taking care to make sure they are both secure, He moves to stand before her.

She feels vulnerable, her mind still racing wondering what He has in store for her. She finds out soon enough as she feels His hands sliding slowly across the front of her dress. When all of a sudden she feels the front of her dress being ripped open, hearing buttons fly across the room, hitting the walls. He makes short work of the shoulder straps and the tattered remains of her dress fall to the floor. Next He reaches down and rips her thong panty off her. Before her mind can make sense of what is happening He balls up the panties and shoves then into her mouth. Next He gets another length of cloth and ties it around her mouth to hold her panties in place. 

He begins to speak to her, “there now pet, now I can torture you and I do not have to worry about the neighbors hearing your screams. Yes pet your screams,” and with that He grabs her tits and squeezes them roughly, which cause her let out a squeal. He then turns to the table and retrieves another set of cuffs and secures them around her ankles, after which He makes her spread her legs until her ankles are positioned on the out side of the eyehooks that are three feet apart on the platform. Using a small length of chain and a couple of quick links He attaches each ankle to the eyehook; He now has her secured, stretched and spread eagle.

He has her mind in turmoil; His promise to make her scream scared the hell out of her, yet at the same time she could now feel her cunt juice running down her inner thighs. She still could not figure out why submitting to someone, someone she knows is going to torture her, make her endure pain and do things she could never bring her self to do, excited her so much. All she knows for sure is she needs what her Master needs to give her. She longs to serve Him when they are apart; thoughts of Him all but dominate her mind. 

Her thoughts are interrupted as her Master reaches into her bra and pulls her tits out over top of the cup. He then takes a length of rope ties a slip not at one end, leaving about a six-inch tail. He slips the loop around her right tit, carefully positioning the rope as He pulls it tight around the base. He continues to pull the rope until she lets out a squeal; He gives it one more tug and then wraps the rope once more around her tit, making sure to keep it tight. He then runs the rope between her tits and under the left tit, and then wraps it twice around the base, again keeping the rope pulled tight. Then between her tits once more and twice more around her right tit. Back between her tits and twice more around her left tit, ending by tying the end off to the tail. Her tits are now sticking straight out and are flushed.

He takes another length of rope and wraps it twice around her waist pulling it tight just above her hips, and tying it off in front leaving to long lengths of rope dangling between her legs. Her Master then takes a tube of KY jelly and begins to work the lube into her ass. He is very generous with the lube making sure to work it deep into her ass. He slides one finger, then another, and finally a third, then He starts fucking her ass loosening it up, preparing it for another new toy He has purchased for her. His fingers in her ass soon have her moaning and rocking back and forth trying to fuck His fingers deeper into her ass. Her Master reacts quickly, yanking His fingers out of her ass and cracking her hard on the ass. She screams into her panty gag more from the shock than the pain. As soon as the swat lands He growls at her, “How dare you try and give yourself pleasure without permission!” 

He then goes and picks up the new butt plug He purchased, it was the large model at 6 inches long and 2 ½ inches in diameter, quite a jump from the medium one she just got used to at 5 ½ inches long and 1 ¾ inches in diameter, He also gets a large dildo, 7 ½ inches long and 2 inches in diameter. First He smears a generous amount of KY jelly on the plug and then spreading her cheeks with one hand He presses it to her asshole and starts to push it in. He goes slow rotating it as He goes. She can feel her ass stretching as the plug is pushed in; she concentrates on relaxing as she knows it will not hurt as much if she does. It only takes a moment or two for her to realize that it is not the same plug she is used to, it was bigger thus causing her to strain to try and relax as He continues to push it in deeper. With one final push He pushes the widest part past her asshole, which snaps shut around the base. This causes her to again scream into the panties stuffed into her mouth. Her breathing is labored and she was covered in sweat. Next He pushes the dildo into her cunt, He needs no extra lube, as her cunt is extremely wet. After the dildo is pushed all the way in He takes the two ends of the rope and pulls them between her legs and across the base of both the dildo and the plug then tying them off to the waist rope in the back. Again pulling the rope tight to push and hold both toys in deep. He then steps back and admires His work as she stands there stretched and stuffed and ready for the whipping she knows will follow.

Her Master comes up behind her and runs His hands across her taut body. She draws in a quick breath at His touch. Starting at her tits and continuing across her stomach and then around to her back and across her ass her Masters hands float barely touching her, bringing goose bumps to her skin. Her Master then continues down her thighs caressing her inner thighs as well as the backs of her thighs. By now she is moaning and breathing hard again.

After He is done caressing her body He removes her heels, thus giving her the choice of how tight she wants to be stretched. All she had to do was stay on her toes and she would not be stretched any more; stand flatfooted and be stretched tight as possible. He goes to the table and selects a suede flogger about twenty-four inches long including the handle, with about fifty ½ inch wide tongues. He holds the flogger to her lips letting her breath in the essence of the leather. “Time to warm you up, pet” with that said He steps back and lets the flogger land across her right ass cheek. She jumps more from the surprise then the pain of the first swing. But before she can get her composure back the next one lands on the other cheek. Her Master continues His assault on her ass, and she continues to try and regain her composure. His swing is not hard but continuous, and soon her ass is a nice dark pink and she is moaning. He then moves up her back, lightening up the blows considerably across her lower back, as He does not wish to injure her kidneys or spine. He quickly moves to her upper back and His blows again become harder. The skin on her upper back quickly turns the same shade of pink as her ass. Her Master makes sure some of the blows hit in such away as to have the tongue wrap around and sting her tits. 

As He continues to land stroke after stroke alternating between her upper back and ass, He has her skin feeling like it is on fire. He was slowly building the intensity, pushing her closer to her own little private sub space. He continues until she is lowed into His rhythm and just when she can anticipate where the flogger will land next He swings low and connects with her left thigh, the tongues wrapping around and stinging her tender inner thigh. The sudden change in His tactics brings a scream from her, again muffled by her panties. He steps and using a back swing lands the next only this time it is her right thigh, again the tongues wrap around and sting her inner thigh. He continues His assault on her thighs and this has her dancing and screaming a little. 

As her thighs start to feel that familiar fire He again chooses another target and with a up swing He lands the next swat right in her crouch the tips of the tongues snapping at her cunt. She lets out her first real scream as the blow lands. He lands a few more each one a bit harder than the last, each one bringing a scream from her lungs, and caused her to dance. Then He starts on her ass again, this time He is standing back far enough that only the tips of the tongues are hitting her ass. Moving His hand in a figure eight motion His swats hitting her cheeks top to bottom. The swats are falling faster and faster, and all sting, no dull thud. She is soon dancing and trying to move away from His onslaught but as she is tied she can hardly move at all. Soon the tongues change her ass from dark pink to crimson red.

Her mind is in a fog as she is slipping further and further into her sub space. Between the flogging, her body being stretched, and the plug and the dildo stuffed into her, she is flying.

Her Master then steps in front of her and starts in again with the flogger, this time it is her tits and her cunt that are the target. He can tell she is now flying as she is no longer pulling away from the flogger but actually pushing her body closer almost begging for more. He continues until her tits, the fronts of her thighs, and her shaven cunt are as red as her backside. 

He then steps back to the table and exchanges the flogger for the last of His new toys, a cane. He steps behind her and whispers in her ear, “Now you will scream for your Master, you will know what it is truly to be a pain slut.” His words cut through the fog as she leaves out a whimper and tenses not knowing what is to come next. He measures His target and lets the cane swing. She hears a whistle as the cane cuts through the air, but before she can comprehend it finds its mark and she screams into the gag as it feels like her master has just cut her ass wide open. An angry red line appears across her ass cheeks where the cane landed, before she can recover her Master lands another just below the first one, and again she lets out a scream that if it was not for the gag would have had every neighbor wondering what was going on. He continues with the cane until her ass cheeks were crisscrossed with angry red-purple welts, landing the last few on the tender flesh on the underside of her cheeks. As promised she screamed into the gag the whole time He caned her ass. Tears were running done her cheeks and she was sobbing as He placed the cane back onto the table. 

He picked up a leather boot lace next, again coming up behind her He whispers into her ear, “slut I am going to remove your blindfold now, you are to keep your eyes shut tight or you will be punished.” With that said He removes the blindfold then takes the bootlace and braids it into her hair and replaces the blindfold. Her nipples are to be next as He picks up a set of clover clamps that were connected by a length on chain. When He attaches the first clamp she lets out a scream and shakes her head violently trying to tell Him no, but He just ignores her pleas and attaches the other clamp. She is shaking and sobbing, her mind is fighting the pain and He can see this, so He stops for a second and whispers in her ear, “Relax pet, let the pain become pleasure let it take you back to your space, let it make you soar.” His words, as always have a calming effect on her, she is still whining but she can already feel herself starting to soar again. 

As she hangs there He gets the bondage horse from the corner and places it in the center of the living room. Then He puts her heals back on her feet, and releases her ankles, and wrist. She groans as her joints flex. Before she can get used to her freedom He leads her to the bondage horse. He has her stand beside it, placing her feet on the outside of the legs. He attaches her ankle cuffs using two double-ended snap connectors. Next He pushes on her upper back forcing her to bend over at the waist. Again using double-ended snap hooks He attaches her wrist to the legs on the other side of the bondage horse. She is now bent over, her stomach resting on the cross member, her ass sticking out at just the right height. He then takes the leather bootlace He has braided into her hair and pulls it until she is forced to bend her neck back, as soon as He is satisfied with the position of her head He ties the bootlace off to the rope cinched around her waist. She is now tied where He has complete access to her body. He then takes a lead weight and attaches it to the chain running between the clover clamps. 

He bends over and whispers into her ear, “I am going to remove you gag now, be very quite, we would not want to disturb your neighbors now would we?” Once the gag is removed He offers her a sip of water. Then He gets undressed and neatly folds His clothes and places them on the table. His cock is sticking straight out and is as hard as a rock. He comes around to her face and rubs His cock across her lips, she obediently opens her lips forming a perfect “O” in anticipation of what is to come. He continues to rub His cock around her lips teasing her. Her moaning and whining lets Him know how desperate she is to have His cock. He slowly starts to push is cock into her mouth and she starts running her tongue over it. He continues to push it deeper into her mouth until He bumps the back of her throat, He then pulls back and then without warning, pushes forward with one quick stroke, burying His cock in her throat. He reaches down and removes her blindfold so He can watch her eyes. He keeps His cock buried in her throat until her eyes show panic, and she is trying to pull off His cock. Then He only pulls back far enough for her to suck in air around His cock, and then plunges His cock back into her throat. He continues this way depriving of her air until she can take no more then only letting her have enough time to suck in some more air. Her eyes are glassed over and she is soaring again as He uses her for His pleasure. 

He starts to stroke His cock in and out of her throat starting out slowly, and then picking up speed. He is soon fucking her mouth like it was a cunt. His cock is sliding down her throat and His balls are slapping off her chin, and she is moaning as He continues. It does not take long before He feels His orgasm building, not wanting it to end just yet He pulls His cock out of her mouth and steps back. She moans in disappointment and tries to no avail to get His cock back into her mouth.

He quickly moves behind her and releases the crotch rope holding the plug and the dildo deep in her. Then He releases the bootlace holding her head. He reaches down and yanks the dildo from her hot wet cunt and quickly slams His cock all the way in on the first stroke. Her cunt as hot and wet, and He can feel it spasming around His cock. He starts pounding away at her cunt. He can feel her on the verge of an orgasm and decides to help her along, buy spanking her already abused ass. As soon as the first swat hits her He commands her, “Cum you slut, come for your Master.” No sooner had the words touched her ears and her mind and body exploded in a white-hot orgasm. He continues to pound away at her cunt and spanks her ass without mercy. Her orgasms keep coming, and coming, one right after the other, she is now soaring higher and higher. 

He slows His fucking but not the spanking as He reaches and yanks the plug from her ass and in one quick motion pulls His cock from her cunt and buries deep in her ass. She let out a scream more from surprise than pain. He starts pounding her ass like a jackhammer, raining down swats as He goes. Her orgasm is continuous now as He pounds away. Her ass is grabbing at His cock and He knows He is not going to last long. He leaves out a low growl and grabs her hips and slams His cock deep into her ass and starts to shoot His load. As He fills her ass with hot cum she screams and shakes all over as yet another orgasm rushes over her. As His cock goes limp it slides from her ass, stepping back he sits to recover from His orgasm. 

Her orgasm drains her completely and her limp body just lies over the bondage horse. Once He recovers He removes the clamps from her sore nipples, which brings a fresh surge of pain to her, but she is to week to do anything more than moan. Then He releases her wrist and ankles and helps her to her feet. He helps her to her bed where He gently rubs lotion into her sore abuse ass. Then takes her into His arms and tells her how proud she has made Him tonight. Kissing her gently on her lips and tucking her into bed. As she lies there she can hear Him packing up His equipment and then she hears the door close and she knows He is gone. She slowly drifts off to sleep wondering when He will call and tell her to prepare herself to soar again for her Masters pleasure.



A Scene



As they walked hand in hand, along the palm tree lined streets, he got an idea. He would let her in on it later. They had just returned the mopeds and the sun was setting on the deep blue of the Pacific, washing up to Waikiki beach. The sky seemed to be painted with brilliant deep purple, pink, and rose. The water was calm with virtually no surf. Lovers walked along the beach holding hands. They joined them. She nuzzled under his arm as the evening breeze brought slight chills.

Doug took her to dinner at the Royal Hawaiian. He had swordfish and she had Mahi. The wine was spectacular, an early 90's vintage white that wasn't too sweet or too dry. They gazed at each other like school children experiencing their first love. They didn't talk much but expressed their emotions with their eyes, smiles and body movements. She became overwhelmed with desire for him. She absolutely had to have him. Softly she slipped off a sandal and raised it up the inside of his leg. He let her move it to his crotch, massaging his growing cock. 

Doug allowed her to play for a few minutes and then lifted her foot away. He slipped off his sandal and lifted her skirt with his toes. At first Doug thought that she was blushing but he could see the changed color on her chest by the candlelight from the table. He pressed against her and began to rub a circle on her clit through her panties. A moan softly escaped her lips and Doug could feel the wetness from her cunt begin to soak through the soft fabric covering her. He could see that she was breathing deeper and flushed with color. Her nipples were poking out hard through her thin blouse. He smiled at her and stopped.

The dinner time had to end. They could have stayed there longer but passion and lust were replacing love and adoration and he wanted to take her back to the hotel and see how hot he could get her. He paid for the meal and tipped the waiter handsomely. He had provided impeccable service, but noticing their behavior, had left them alone and not disturbed them. He offered Dana his arm and they walked to the private elevator that would take them to their room. As the doors closed on the lift, she turned to him in a passionate embrace. Their kiss lingered and shared their heartfelt desire for each other.

"I have a surprise for you when we get to the room," he whispered.

"What kind of surprise?" She looked at him curiously.

"Silence. You are only to speak when I give you permission. I'll give you the rules after you change" Doug whispered but in a tone that seemed to shout in her ears.

She understood exactly what he had in mind. Now was the last opportunity that she would have to resist. "Yes sir," she said meekly. The door to the elevator opened to the exclusive hallway. They were still the only guests in the three private suites of this private floor.

"Remove your blouse and bra." He didn't have to say it forcefully. she had no choice but to comply. she stood there in her shorts and sandals. "I'm thirsty. I'm going to change," he said as he opened the door. she hadn't moved. You may come in. 

They had played this game before. As a matter of fact, she had taken the more forceful role just two nights ago. But she could never be called dominating. He wanted her to try but she just couldn't let go that far. When he was in control, she was usually compliant but never really into the fantasy. she participated for his pleasure and tried her best. Tonight was definitely different though. From the moment that he shushed her in the elevator, her heart had quickened and her skin flushed. As he made her into his slave, she became moist.

she made him a Jack and Coke as he went to the other room to change. He returned bare-chested in the lounge pants that she had got him for Christmas. God he looks sexy she thought to herself but she didn't dare utter a word. The sunset shined through the window and seemed to set his bronze chest on fire. He took the drink from her and sipped from it as he sat down in the lush chair. she gracefully walked over to him, then knelt at his feet, her head down. He let her stay that way for several minutes. 

Finally he spoke. "You may not refuse anything that I ask until dawn. I own you now. You may not speak or do anything unless I give you permission. There two exceptions. If I start to hurt you, you must tell me immediately by using the safe word "red". You must also tell me if anything that I do makes you uncomfortable with the safe word "yellow". I will pause or stop as the situation calls for. Do you have any questions?" 

"No sir."

"Good. I laid something out for you on the bed. This is your last chance not to do this. If you go put that on and return to my feet, you accept whatever the night may bring."

It was simple. He was the boss and she was to do his bidding, all night. He had never hurt her. Oh sure, he had caused pain before. He had even spanked her so hard once that she had cried. But it had been so erotic and strangely loving that she enjoyed every minute of it, experiencing her first multiple orgasm. she rose to her feet and went to the bedroom. When she returned, she was wearing a leather bra, black crotchless panties and matching spike heels. Around her neck was a leather collar with three crome d-rings on it. she returned to his feet. The bra was a 36C which Doug knew was actually a cup size smaller than would fit her firm round breasts. The effect was to push them up and he could see the pink edges of her aereolas that the leather just couldn't cover. Her tits were the first thing that most people noticed. She was often annoyed by the constant "are they real?" questions. Yes they were all natural. Doug loved her body and definitely liked this look.

"Thank you," he whispered as he leaned to lightly kiss her on the cheek. It was the last time that he would break character for hours. "I will call you pet for the rest of the evening. My feet are tired and need washed pet. See to it." she rose and went to the kitchen, coming back a few minutes later with a bowl of water, a washcloth, soap and lotion. she began to roll up his pant legs. she had just placed Sir's left foot in the warm water when he interrupted her. "My drink is empty and I would like a cigar." He didn't really want a cigar but enjoyed watching the back of her as she walked across the room.

she returned with the drink and the Domincan cigar, giving them to him reverently. He rolled it between his fingers and inhaled the aroma of the fine tobacco. she retuned to kneel in front of him and lifted his foot from the water. Slowly she bathed it with the cloth and soap. Lowering it back into the water, pet lovingly rinsed the suds off. she lifted it out and placed it on the towel that she had spread on her lap. Before she dried it, she put his other foot into the bowl. she looked up at him as she dried the foot. Then she kissed the top of it and placed it in a slipper that was sitting by the chair. she repeated the process for the other foot. When both feet were clean, she took first one and then the other and massaged lotion into it. It was as relaxing a sensation as he had felt all day. Again, pet tenderly kissed the top of each foot before returning it to its slipper.

"You've done a good job pet and deserve a reward," Sir said as she finished. He stood and lifted her to her feet. "Turn around and bend over," was the order. Knowing that she would be embarrassed to be exposed to him like this, he took his time as he knelt behind her. His tongue caressed her cunt and stopped just short of her ass. He could tell from her juices that she was soaked, but he wasn't ready for that just yet. He stood and gave her a swat on the backside with his bare hand. "I didn't say you could enjoy it pet."

she couldn't help herself. Her only desire was to please him and he was telling her exactly how to do it. The thought that he could do anything to her and she would willingly submit was titillating. Her nipples had become hard, stimulated by the leather. He went to the bedroom, beckoning for her to follow. she stood at the foot of the bed as he sat down.

"I want you to dance for me. I want you to dance like that slut at the strip bar I took you to. But you had better be better than she was." He pointed the remote over her shoulder and "Jungle Love" began to pulsate from the stereo. she began to gyrate in front of him then she turned to wave her butt in his face, reaching between her legs to caress it and draw her hand sensually back down to her clean shaven mons. pet turned to let him watch her lick her finger. Then she cupped her breasts in one arm as she reached behind her to unfasten the bra. Slowly she pulled it away but didn't reveal herself yet. she began to move faster as the tempo of the song picked up. 

He had purposely chosen a song that wouldn't allow her to go as slow as she wanted. Still cradling her breasts, she straddled his leg and began to grind against it. she dropped her hand from her chest and lightly rubbed her mound. With the other hand she lifted a nipple to her mouth and sucked on it. pet knew full well the effect this would have on him. she looked and sure enough, saw the familiar bulge beneath the flannel lounge pants. she bent forward and placed her lips on his throbbing meat, blowing hard through the fabric. she raised her head up slowly, rubbing her tits against his bare chest as she approached his face. Then she brushed lightly across his lips. she reached out to grab onto the bed pole. Placing one foot across his body, her tits were right in front of his mouth. How she ached to have him suck them. she wanted him to twist them so hard that they hurt, but he refused to touch her.

As the song neared its end, she bent over, exposing her shaved lips to his face. she wiggled her butt back and forth easing her bum into his face. she felt her pleasure as she pushed her dripping snatch into his lips. But he still didn't do anything. The song ended and she thought that she was through and started to sit down.

"Oh no, it's a two song set," Sir said as he smiled slyly. He knew she wouldn't have anticipated that one. Just the fact that he had managed not to touch her was driving her mad. He would take her to the brink of sexual frustration several times before he allowed her release tonight. "That was ok. "Darling Niki" came on. I want you to do better, or you'll pay. she kind of sighed as she stood up then caught herself, hoping he hadn't noticed. It was too late he had. He didn't say anything but cocked an eyebrow at her letting her know that he wasn't happy with that.

she began to sway to the x-rated lyrics and play with her body, mimicking the girl in the song. she rubbed her clit and let a finger slip inside of her. she was pulling and twisting on her nipples with the other hand and began to lose track of what she was supposed to be doing. pet continued the self-stimulation and somehow was able to continue the now very hot dance. she wasn't performing anymore, but was dancing a sultry, self-pleasing ballet. He noticed that she was nearing release and let her go up to a point then stopped her. He pulled her hands away and wagged his finger at her. Had he waited just a few more seconds, it would have been too late. As it was, the frustration of no release was torture to her.

she moved her attention to him. she unbuttoned the pants only to discover that the silk boxers he was wearing had no fly. He laughed, "You bought them, you have to deal with them." she was about to lower them, releasing his tool when the song ended.

"Oops, sorry pet, song over." It was cruelty but she had to obey. she wanted to take him in her mouth. she wanted to taste him and give him pleasure. she wanted him to do the same to her. But this was on his timetable tonight. He had her lie down on the bed. Then he placed a blindfold on her. It was leather with a detachable piece that could be removed allowing her to see but to still have a mask on. Then he reached into a drawer to pull out what looked like thick leather bracelets with a strap on each one. He fastened one to each wrist and tied them to the bedposts. Next he brought out two more and did the same to her ankles. she was exposed completely now, spread-eagled on the kingsize bed. "I'll be back," was all that she heard. she couldn't see anything but knew that restraints had been lined with a soft fuzzy material. They weren't uncomfortable, except for the fact that she had no idea what was going on or how long it would be before he was back. she heard the tinkle of ice in a glass and figured that he was making another drink. Then silence. she almost expected to smell the cigar but didn't. she was becoming uncomfortable now. Had he abandoned her? Maybe he had left the room with her tied up. No, he was in his pajamas. He wouldn't do that. Was he watching her? What if he was filming her with his phone camera? What if he had clothes left out in the other room? she was really starting to get nervous now. Just how long would she be here? she struggled against the leather handcuffs but they held fast. she didn't dare call out for him. Giving up, she collapsed in exhaustion. How long had it been? Was it just a few minutes, or an hour? pet couldn't tell. As she tried to calm her racing heart, she felt a searing touch on her breast. she jumped at the surprise but still no sound. she felt the ice move around her nipple as it became erect. she couldn't sense his presence. It was like the ice cube was suspended and acting on its own. Slowly it made larger circles on her tit until it lifted and move to the other one. This time the cube was held still, directly on her nipple. Then she felt something cold between her spread legs. It was being moved up and down her smooth lips. All of a sudden it plunged into her love hole. Slowly it was removed. The ice cube was removed from her nipple, now numb from the cold.

Then she felt something warm and solid pushed against her pussy, and then removed. she heard a whirring sound but didn't know what it was. she had never used sex toys before. The vibrator was slowly rubbed up her slit to her clit. she giggled at the sensation as she realized what it was. Then the intensity of what was going on took over. she felt her Master's hand as he took a nipple between his fingers. With one hand working the vibrator in and out of her drenched cunt, the other twisting her nipple like a radio dial, she was quickly brought to the brink. Just as her back arched and a moan escaped her lips, the vibrator was pulled away and he let go of her nipple. Again, her frustration grew because he knew just when to stop before she came.

He was starting to get impatient too. Having watched her masturbate herself and then doing it for her with the toys, he was starting to build toward a powerful release himself. He lowered his head between her legs. He tenderly licked her engorged pussy. The lips were swollen and red. Her clit was as hard as a rock and she was so wet that he thought at first that she had climaxed. He was gentle because he knew that all the attention had made her hypersensitive to his touch. He licked the inside of her lips and then to the bottom of her sex. He moved his tongue up until he found her clit and lifted the skin that formed the hood. He sucked on the clit running his tongue up and down the short shaft as he did so. He would clamp down with his lips and pull away, and then start again.

she wanted desperately to grab the back of his head and pull his face into her pussy. But alas, all she could do was grind her hips against his face as best as she could. Sensing her need Sir pushed harder against her. He could feel the juices starting to drip off of his chin. she was so hot, he didn't know if he could stop her from cumming now. He stopped the oral pleasure and unfastened the anklets. Then he untied the wrist cuffs releasing her but left the blindfold on. "It's your turn," were his only words.

she felt for him and was surprised that he still had on his pants. she pulled them down and the boxers that she had so much trouble with came off too. Then she grabbed his legs and began to lick up the inside of each one. pet started just above the ankle, running her tongue to his balls, and then down the other side. she kissed his feet and took his big toe in her mouth. Sexily, she sucked it like giving it head. Then she dropped his foot and returned her tongue up the inside of his lef to take his manhood in her mouth. she could taste the salty/sweet pre-cum and licked it hungrily. Taking his length in her mouth, she started to face fuck him. With one hand she moved it up and down the length of his rod, with the other she cupped his ass cheek. His hips were bucking now and he was getting close. He sat up quickly and pushed her away. Slowly he unfastened the wrist cuffs while he kissed her deeply. They could taste their juices mixing on their tongues.

As the last cuff was removed, he removed the blindfold. she noticed that the room was bathed in candlelight. He kissed her again deeply. No words were spoken. she laid back and he moved on top of her. He held the head of his penis against her lips and slowly began to push the thick hardened manhood inside her waiting hole. He continued the one long, slow, smooth stroke and pushed it millimeter by millimeter into her pussy. It was excruciatingly slow but incredibly erotic. she could sense every curve and shape of the entire length. At last, he was full in her only to begin the outward stroke just as slow. Several times he did this, driving her body higher and higher in ecstasy. she needed all of him now. she needed to be screwed and hard. she wanted him to fuck her.

"You may speak until I come." It was the only words that he needed to say. The only words she was begging to hear.

"FUCK ME!"

He began to plunge his dick into her in powerful strokes. she moaned in pleasure. "Oh, yes. Do it hard. Harder, bang me." The dirty talk from his formerly prudish wife only intensified his desire. He pumped away now like a piston. Slamming into her like a train with each stroke. she wrapped her legs around his waist and started to buck off of the bed. she pulled him deep into her as she exploded in an earthquake of an orgasm. He pumped his load into her at the same time. she squeezed his love muscle as if she were trying to pull it inside of her. Finally the peak subsided in tears of joy and ecstasy. she had never experienced such heightened stimulation and now desire. They lay together, cuddling for almost an hour before he left her with instructions to wake him in an hour. Sir had more plans for the remaining hours.



A Scene For Lynn



Lynn asked me to write her a scene. She set the stage saying that all I had to work with was that she was tired after a day of hard work. I took it from there.

I knew that she'd have a long tough day at the University. Today was the day that all mid semester reports had to be submitted and Lynn's department had a full roster if students. I knew that when she walked in, she'd be beat. Weary and beat. I had two hours to get everything ready because tonight I wanted Lynn to know just how much I loved and appreciated her.

Dinner was going to be a simple affair: a bottle of Merlot, several cheeses and tapas. I wanted some simple finger foods to make dinner easy, fast and fun. I made the tapas and set the table. My special dessert treat tonight would be a chilled pear soup with blueberries, spearmint and, of course, whipped cream. About a half hour before she was due, I dimmed the lights.

The bedroom was easy to prepare, so I set up the bathroom. I had found a large claw-foot tub in an antique shop and had made that the centerpiece of the room. I filled the tub with warm water and bubbles. Moments before she walked in, I lit the candles and filled the tub with rose petals. She'd flip for this.

Lynn walked in looking miserable, she kicked off her shoes. She immediately began to complain about her day when I shushed her.

Quietly, I said, "First of all, dinner is done and ready. But first, you must take a bath and relax, so I want you to just take a deep breath and relax. Wind down. You're home now. So close your eyes and let me take care of you. The weekend is here and I want you to get the most out of it. Now please, if you will, follow me."

She smiled as she brushed her blond hair away, "Ok, it's a deal. I am in your competent hands, Sir. Lead me on."

I blindfolded with a light silk scarf, led her into the bathroom and then began to undress her. While her preppy college look - jeans and sweater – made her look bookish, her undergarments told another tale. I lifted off her sweater, folded it and placed it on the vanity. Her small black lace bra barely covered the top of her nipples. I unbuttoned her jeans, undid the belt and slowly began to pull them down.

"Oh, it smells divine in here. Roses, right? Ooh, it's so strong...I'm right, yes?"

"Yes. Just consider it some aromatherapy. Breathe deep, my darling."

She stepped out of her jeans revealing a matching black lace thong. A somewhat tall woman, she was particularly leggy and how I loved how those legs moved up and made a delicious heart-shaped ass. And, what an ass, small and tight. I stood and reached behind her unclasping the bra. Her healthy round breasts sprung free, all pert and glowing. I knew that she was excited as it was evidenced by her hard pencil-eraser sized nubs standing hard. I leaned over and licked each one.

"Mmmm," she caught her breathe and moaned, "this is nice."

"But there is more to come, darling."

I kneeled in front of her and peeled her thong down. The small patch of black cotton was damp with her anticipation. I lifted them to my nose and absorbed her heavenly musky scent. I then licked her long legs until I reached her crack. I loved those long legs. I slowly licked her pussy but just once along the little blond pubic hairs running alongside her slit. I lifted her into my arms and carried her over to the tub where I slowly dipped her. I rested her head on a soft pillow.

"I will leave you now and just let you drift for a while. But, fear not, I'll be back. I suggest you leave the blindfold on for a while and just block out the world."

Her smile said it all as I went into the bedroom. I changed out of my clothes and into a robe. I turned on some Crowded House and poured two glasses of wine. Entering the bathroom, I saw that Lynn was nearing bliss. The blindfold was off, her eyes were closed and her smile was beatific. She slowing opened her eyes and languidly looked my way, She grinned and reached for the wine. I sat next to her and we wordessly drank to each other. After a few minutes, I moved the seat over to the end of the tub and I began to massage her feet. Lynn stretched and moaned. When I completed my task, I got the large terry towel and held it out for her. She rose and stepped out of the tub. I wrapped the towel around her wrapping myself around her as well. My hug lifted her toes as I nuzzled her neck under her ear.

I released her and held her robe as she dried off. Stepping into the robe, naked and damp, she looked like a naïf, all helpless and small. Though she may have looked it, I knew otherwise. Here was a smart, vivacious and earthy woman just beneath the skin. Sliding into her slippers, I led her to the dining room.

I refilled the glasses. Lynn was picking and nibbling, uttering little sounds of interest(?), joy (?), curiosity (?) and hunger (!). It's a good thing I took that into account. I placed some salsa on a slice of carne picante and I fed it to her.

"Mm, that's good...more, please."

She got up from her chair and sat down on me. Her legs went around the back and she pulled herself into me. I opened my robe and my semi-hard cock lay between her buttocks. As I lifted the tapa into her mouth, she pressed her breasts into my face.

"I'll eat this while you eat that."

"I never speak when my mouth is full."

I placed my hands on her butt and moved it in slow circles as my dick reacted.

"I want more," as she leaned to the table. She lifted the tapa to her mouth while her buttocks slowly bounced.

"You should put some sour cream on those."

"Oooh, you're right." She took a dollop of sour cream in one hand and a dollop of salsa. Then she smeared them on my chest, rubbing it around my nipples. She wiped her hands on her own breasts. Leaning into my chest, she began to lick them up and clean me. My nipples were exceptionally clean. I leaned her back and returned the favor. I licked under her breasts and into her cleavage. My lips sucked her nipple into my mouth and I ran it along my tongue. I liked that her breasts were just large enough to press against my face and just small enough so that I could take her nipple, the areola and some of her breast in. I'd say they are the perfect size.

My cock was now at its stiffest and was pressing up against her pucker. Lynn lifted her ass and pulled my cock forward. She rubbed the head a few times and smeared a drop of pre-cum on her fingers and rubbed in to my helmet. She. took my cock and wrapped her pussy lips around it, like a hot dog in a bun. The helmet pushed against her clit and I could feel her wetness. We were now kissing each other in very deep French kisses. Lynn could kiss better than any woman I'd ever swapped spit with, her body reacted to the kisses by driving my body crazy.

"Your breasts are all sticky, my love. Let me fix that."

I reached over to the whipped cream and rubbed each breast with it as my tongue trailed behind. She was now rocking her pussy lips up and back around my stiff pole. She hiccupped. I knew this to be a sign of her approaching orgasm, so I cleaned her off and lifted her into my arms. My penis naturally slipped into her. I held her tightly as her legs wrapped around me and gripped my ass. Slowly and with a gentle rocking rhythm, I carried her into the bedroom.

"Take me, my sweet. Take everything."

I lay her onto our king-size bed as I watched us on the mirrored wall. I slowly went to my knees and approached her dangling legs. I ran my hands along her butt, massaging each cheek slowly. I reached over to the table and placed some lavender oil in my palms. With my face just inches from her vagina, I rubbed the oil into her feet and then along her legs to her inner thighs. She spread her legs further. Her small reddish-blond curls framed her pussy lips like a neon sign blinking, "Eat at Lynn's!" and so I did. With my lavender scented hands reaching up along her stomach and chest, I began to devour her moist vagina. Her clit was already hard and throbbing. Her large and fleshy lips were like a flower arrangement around a Georgia O'Keefe orchid. Her clit was no long and hard, erect and flushed. I sucked it between my lip and tenderly circled it. I placed two fingers into her and slowly reached up and along until I found a hard and rough-skinned membrane which I knew to be her G-Spot. With my fingers slightly tapping it and her clit glued between my lips, she began to cry out, "I....'m...al...most...ah...ah..ah." She began to push down on my fingers and then fucking them hard and then pushing again. .."...uh...uh" and I felt her coming. It was a fierce orgasm causing her to pant and heave, her nipples stretched, pointing skyward as she arched...and then "...yessssssssss...yessssssss."

Her body went taut for several long moments and then sort of crumbled in my arms. I let her come down and then positioned her with her head on her pillow. I lay behind her spooning her. It was quiet and we were sweaty and it felt nice.

Lynn whispered to me, "I want to feel you come...in my mouth...with a little whipped cream. I want to do things to you tonight...and then tomorrow and then the day after...and after that"

"Okay, but not now. Now, I want you to let your body go...for now, just be released, do you know what I mean? Take a litle nap. My dick isn't going anywhere and neither is the whipped cream." "Mmm...you're too good to me. Will you make me cum again?"

"Maybe...most likely...ok. Definitely...I'll see later but for now, rest up."

And we fell asleep. Sometime in the middle of the night, we had some chilled pear soup and Lynn had a whipped cream cock, one of her new specialties. To be honest with you, it looked so good, I nearly ate it myself.



A Scent of Eucalyptus



She is sitting in her study writing erotic fiction. It is a sultry simmer afternoon and the heavy breeze laps gently through her open window. She writes about a woman climbing through the bush on a hot summer day, pushing through the prickly scrub, cocooned in the still, shimmering, and hazy air. She describes how the sun is blue with eucalyptus oil. As she writes, the sweat is damp on her skin and she can feel the drag of the weighty pack and the scratch of twigs. She tastes the eucalyptus like dusty menthol on her tongue.

She writes about the woman cresting a ridge and finding a pool in a gully. She describes the water striped by the sun and shade into stained-glass colours, and how it tempts the woman with its promise of a cool emerald heart. She describes the woman, undressing, pushing her hot, sticky clothes into a pile and standing naked on the rocks. She writes about how the woman's body is suddenly unfamiliar, dappled by patches of brightness and shadow, as if she is a mosaic goddess.

She shifts on her chair and stretches her fingers and then takes up the pen and describes the woman stepping carefully into the water. It's green freshness bites at her, sliding like a seducer's hand around the crook of her ankles and up over her knees, making her skin tingle. She describes the way the sensitive flesh of the woman's thighs tenses as its touch and how the ripples that cup her buttocks nudge and kiss like a cool tongue between her legs. She describes the woman lifting handfuls of water and letting the drops fall onto her breasts, watching the glittering streams outline her nipples, feeling the tickle of the water make them harden and pout.

She imagines the drops sliding over her skin as she writes. The thick breeze from the window does not cool her. Her breasts brush the cotton of her dress.

She describes the woman turning and slipping into the smoothness of the pool. She writes how the clearness closes over the woman's head and how the sweat and dust slough away from her like a snake-skin, leaving her fresh, half-mermaid, half-siren.

She describes the woman running her hands over her new, sleek, marbled body, feeling the swelling of her breasts and the curve of her flanks, letting the touch of her fingers and the movements of the water arouse her.

She senses an answering tightness in her thighs and she writes a little faster, picturing how the woman turns to see a man on the opposite bank. The forest has conjured up a lover to answer her mounting river of desire, a man standing tall and broad-shouldered who follows her nakedness with a deliberate gaze.

With swift words she describes the man diving into the pool like a dolphin. Her hand cuts across the page as he cuts through the water, the lines of his body spangled with tiny silver bubbles.

She describes the woman poised for his touch, her skin aware of his every movement, wetness between her legs that is not the lick of the pool. She describes how the man swims around the woman like a fish and presses himself against her from behind, taking her buttocks in his hand. She describes how the woman feels his erection hard and powerful against her back and his fingers slipping hungrily into the warmth of her cleft.

As she writes, the hot folds between her legs become moist. She can sense the man's body against her. With her free hand she slides her dress up over her thighs and caresses her clitoris through the soft, silky lace of her panties. Electricity surges through her body.

She forces herself to keep writing. Her words are hurried and untidy. She describes the man stroking his strong fingers up and down the woman's swelling, hidden lips until she is trembling with desire and the juices flow out of her like water.

She describes how the man pulls away from the woman for a moment and glides around her body, swift and supple, teasing her with his trailing, insistent fingers, seeking out her most intimate places, pressing and nibbling, until she makes small cries like a bird and the orgasm builds like a waterfall inside her. She describes how the woman pushes her hips towards the man and how the man parts her lips with his hand and slides the heads of his penis into her hot wetness.

She describes how for a moment there is a breathless stillness, the only sound distant birds and the hum of heat, and then how the ripples are churned and shattered as the woman arches and the man thrusts his full length insider her. She describes how the woman grasps the man's shoulders and throws her face upwards to the sky as she feels him draw out of her and plunge in again, each stroke deeper than the last, her body transformed with pleasure, one leg lifted high around his waist, her voice calling out as she feels the climax soar and fountain through her body.

Her writing is a scrawl. Her breath is uneven. She opens her thighs on the chair as she describes the man pulling back and driving into the woman with a deep moan as he feels her come.

Her last word trails on the page. She puts the pen down and finally allows her fingers to touch the demanding hotness between her legs, slipping her hand inside the folds of lace to find the swollen bud. As she caresses it, lightly at first and then with firmer strokes, she imagines the man's penis moving deep inside her. She can almost feel the force of his orgasm as she lifts her hips and the spasms shake her, waves of trembling release sweeping like a torrent through her body.

With a small smile she retrieves her pen from the floor and turns back to the paper to finish her story.

A faint scent of eucalyptus drifts through the room.



A Scent to Remember



A first submission so please don't treat me too harshly. Short but heated :)

*****

It was during a nasty thunderstorm that he arrived at the cabin. He was tired from the long drive, yet the moment he opened the front door his ears perked up. There was a smell that he recognized, from walks in the forest. He remembered her running, just visible in the corners of his eyes; calico fur darting between the trees. He had had a hard time forgetting her last time. It was several months ago now, he really needed to get out here more often. He had to forget about her, wolves normally would not mate with felines.

Her scent was here though, in his cabin. How had she gotten inside. He put his suitcase down gently and got on all fours, sneaking quietly, following his nose. His sensitive wolf's nose could scent right away that she was not yet aware of him. He also knew she was in the bathroom, around the corner of the hall. As he heard flushing he darted into the living room, hiding from sight. He had forgotten about his suitcase.

He saw her leave the bathroom and pad softly on two feet through the hall before stopping and turning to the door. He could smell her fear rising and another scent, one he didn't immediately recognize. As she faced the door he quickly charged up from behind, and took a hold of her. He shoved her further, until she was pinned against the door.

"What are you doing in my cabin little cat?" He could feel her trembling against his muscular body, small against his larger wolf stature. She didn't reply fast enough for his tastes; he growled next to her ear. There was a small whimper in return and the mysterious scent increased. He inhaled slow and deep, trying to catch more of it to identify what it was. The realization surprised him; the bitch was getting excited.

Here he had been, trying to forget the feline for weeks before. Now she was in his cabin and, judging by the smell, wanted nothing more than to be filled with a load of wolf cum. He had to make sure, one of his hands released her wrist while a growl urged her not to move. He moved his free hand to her cunt. It was wet. Not yet dripping but, it could very soon be. He snickered, the smaller form of the cat shivering against his body.

He growled low in her ear. "It seems your body betrays you little vixen. You trespassed into my house and I think we can arrange a nice way for you to pay off that transgression," he snarled. "Judging by how wet you already are, you'll like it."

He started softly nibbling her ear, quickly evoking a low moan from the lovely cat. His free hand went up to her neck and held her head pinned between his hand and his jaws, under his control. He growled needfully in her ear and softly bit down on the nape of her neck. It was light enough to only cause minor pain, yet hard enough to elicit purring that then turned into a loud moan.

By now the wolf was sure the cat could feel his large member, hard and hot against her backside. His expectation was proven by her hips moving back against it, grinding the hard cock against her lower back and between her cheeks as he lowered his knees a little.

"You need this as badly as I do, don't you kitten?" He growled.

A soft whisper escaped her mouth, "Y-yes..."

"I didn't hear that," he snarled against her throat. "Louder. Tell me you'd like to be my bitch, filled up with what's rubbing your ass."

A larger moan filled exclamation left her mouth, "Yes!" She whimpered and shivered. "Fill me up with that cock! Breed me!"

"Oh I will." A low growl escaped the wolf as he lifted her up slightly, lowering her onto the swollen head of his large cock. She was tight. She was very tight, but he was impatient and plunged in deep. She whined softly and in a moment of tenderness the wolf kissed behind her ear. The whining was suddenly replaced by another moan.

The cat started to beg in a feminine but needy voice, "Fuck me wolf!" She gasped. "Fuck me like you mean it!"

That was all he needed as he started drawing out, till just the head filled her tight little slit, and then stroking back in deep. Another moan escaped the cat's throat after the first stroke. He picked her up in his strong arms and carried her over to the kitchen table, knocking the chair out of the way as he pushed her body down against the flat surface. Her snatch was now dripping wet, waiting for him to enjoy it.

He shoved himself back in and started a steady pace, pinning her against the table. She began to moan and writhe. The more she moaned the faster he fucked her, a low growl beginning to form in his throat. At the back of his cock a ball like area began growing, his knot. He pushed in deep, feeling the knot entering her and knowing she would be bred like a bitch should.

In that moment he made a decision, he wanted her. He wanted her not just once or twice, but far longer. He could recall the old way of marking your mate and he pulled the cat up against him. His knot was now tying them together. He lifted her chin up with his left hand, freeing her neck and holding it in place. He placed his right hand on her shoulder making sure the nape of her neck was nice and exposed. He then dragged over his fangs over her skin till he found the spot he would leave his mark; as he stroked his last stroke, starting to cum deep inside her, he bit down, and she screamed. She screamed of pain and now pleasure, desire, and need. She came hard around his cock as he marked her as his own.

She slumped against the wolf as her scream faded to a whimpering mewl. He was still stuck inside of her. His strong arms carried her to the bedroom, legs still slightly unsteady. He laid them both down on the bed and noticed his mark. The mark was just as he wanted, it wouldn't fade quickly but it wouldn't scar like the mark of a true mate. He would save scarring her with his mark for another time. He would first have to talk with her about it.

Holding the cat close and protected in his arms, the wolf fell asleep. He dreamt sweet dreams of a future he could have never imagined when he walked through the cabin's door tonight. A fading peal of thunder rolled in the distance as the storm outside quieted to a light rain.

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Thanks to inner.critter for proofreading.



A School Girl Crush



Gary was pissed off as the foreman informed him that he would be traveling to Auckland with two of the reps for their company to fix some chairs at a school in Auckland. They were leaving straight away as the school's headmistress had been on the phone complaining several times already. Gary had tried to get out of it but the foreman wouldn't take no for an answer saying that the job was top priority. 

He was so annoyed about it because he and his new girlfriend had just moved in together and he was planning to cook for her that night. He had a romantic evening all planned .They had still not had one night alone together without her kids and he had arranged for a friend to take them overnight. "Damn." He thought as he walked to the phone to tell Michelle the bad news. They had been a couple for four years before they moved in together. Michelle wasn't bothered by the age gap. Michelle was 30 and Gary was 43. But he was very physically fit. His doctor reckoned he was more like a young man in his early 20's.

"Yeah babe. It's me." Gary said as Michelle answered the phone. He quickly explained to her what was happening. Michelle was disappointed. But Gary promised her that when he got back he would take her out for dinner. "I'm coming home now to pack a few things." Gary said his good-byes and clocked out. Telling the foreman as he left he would be back in 15 mins. Gary drove up his driveway to see Michelle waiting on the doorstep for him. A small overnight already packed for him. He whisked her up in his arms, kissing her lovely face. She laughed as he let her go. "I packed everything for you." Michelle smiled at Gary. "Thanks babe. I'll just get my wallet." Gary went into the house, grabbed his wallet off his chest of drawers and quickly shrugging off his dirty, greasy overalls he went into the bathroom. Dropping them to the ground he saw that Michelle had put some clean clothes in there for him. He stuck his wallet into the pocket of his clean jeans.

Gary quickly stripped off his T-shirt and undies and got into the shower, wincing as the cold water hit his skin. "Brrrr." Was his initial reaction as the small droplets of water hit his naked skin. Thankfully the water heated up and Gary washed himself, relaxing a little as the warm water ran down his body. He turned around to wet his hair and was pleasantly surprised to find the Michelle was standing there naked. Gary loved her body. After the two kids she had kept fit and she was a beautiful woman. She was only 5 ft 2 but there was a lot packed on this small package. At 30 she looked like a young woman in her early 20's.Gary loved big breasted woman and Michelle fitted that category and boy were those beauties a big handful. Her sexy body always turned him on real quick. The big breasts on such a slender woman made a distinctive contrast. With a smile on her face she stepped into the shower stall with him. Grabbing the soap. She looked directly into his eyes. "Anything you want washed?" Her smile turned into an impish grin as she slid her soapy hand along his stiff prick. Her other hand reaching for his large balls.

Gary groaned as Michelle slowly stroked him, her small hand tight on his hard prick. Her other hand gently massaging his balls." Oh yeah babe. " Michelle loved to tease him. She frequently wandered around the house in short skirts or dresses with no panties on. Dusting, vacuuming, provocatively bending down to ensure that he got a good look at her pert bare bum and a hint of her sweet pussy. Gary thrust his throbbing prick in her hand, pushing her against the shower wall. "Oh lover." She whispered in his ear as he grabbed her slender leg and pulled it up, her knee against his hip, wrapping her leg around his back. Holding it there, his hand on her calf, his fingers searched out her pussy finding it warm and moist, slick with her juices. Gary looked into her face seeing her flushed and the lustful wanting look in her face. Gary at 6 ft 4 towered over her so he bent down and gently grabbed her hair and pulling her face to him he passionately kissed her. She responded ardently to him, moaning against his lips.

With almost no foreplay he pulled his hard prick from her grip and thrust it inside her tight pussy. Thrusting hard into her, his movements deep and rough the way she liked it when he took her quickly. Gary almost instantly exploded inside her but held back knowing she was so close to a climax her body moving with his. Warm water ran down both their bodies. "Oh my god yes yes god oh god yes." Michelle loudly yelled out as she came. Gary came and shot his load inside her, slumping against her as they both caught their breath. "Christ, hun. That was good but I'm gonna be late." Gary said, pulling out of Michelle and quickly soaping his body. Michelle smiled at Gary. "But it was well worth it." She took the soap and lathered herself, taking turns under the water they both finished showering.

Gary quickly toweled himself down and got dressed. Looking at his watch, he swore. Michelle wrapped a towel around herself and laughed at Gary who was frantically puling his clothes on in a big rush. Just then the phone rang. Gary swore again. "That'll be work. Tell them I'm just leaving." Michelle answered the phone. "Yes, he's just leaving." Michelle put the phone down. "Come on, Hun. Quick as you can so you can drop me off and have the car while I'm gone." Gary picked up a few last minute things as Michelle got dressed. Finally arriving at work to see everyone who was going was waiting in the company car for him. Gary kissed Michelle goodbye. "I love you." He whispered in her ear. "I love you too." Michelle waved as she drove away. Gary walked briskly into the factory, grabbed his toolkit and walked back to the company car. The sales reps joked as Gary got in the front of the car. "Yo Gary how's it going with that sexy chick of yours? She wearing you out mate?" Gary laughed as they set off on their long 6 to 7 hour trip to Auckland.

Gary slept half way and then he drove the rest of the way. Making their minds up as they traveled that they would go straight to the school so that the reps could soothe the ruffled feathers of the Head mistress and Gary could have a quick look to see how long the job might take. Gary followed the rep's instructions as they traveled into Auckland and onto Remuera. Passing some of the most expensive properties in New Zealand. Gary finally reached their destination, he turned the car into the driveway of the St. Mary's School for Girls, whistling as he saw the newly built school. "Yeah. That was my reaction to when I first saw it. One of the finest, most exclusive schools for girls from rich, powerful families." The sales rep sitting in the passenger seat groaned as he saw a woman waiting for them on the steps of the school entrance. "Miss Priss alert." He said to the rep in the back. 

Gary parked the car in the school's carpark, they all go out of the car as the Headmistress walked towards them. The sales reps walked ahead to the Headmistress. "Into the lion's mouth" Gary heard one rep say to the other. Gary locked up the car and took his toolbox out of the boot, following along behind the reps. Not really listening as the Headmistress had some stern words with the reps. Gary wandered slowly after the reps and Headmistress admiring the school facilities. Everything he saw screamed big money even down to the simple wood paneling that upon close examination turned out to be oak. The hallway walls covered in photos of the Headmistress beaming and in the photo well known celebrities and New Zealand personalities. The Headmistress with the New Zealand Prime Minister. The Headmistress with a well known author, a world famous photographer, supermodels. So many photos that must have been taken at the ceremony of the school's opening.

"Gary." One of the sales reps turned to him. "Yeah."

"The Headmistress says some of the chairs are in this room. We'll leave you to have a look and come back after our meeting with her." Gesturing towards the Headmistress who was still glowering." Gary nodded and opened the door to the room and entered shutting the door behind him. He walked quietly through the room looking around he saw that the room was set up with all the desks and chairs spread against the walls of the room, leaving the center of the classroom floor open. Written on the blackboard was Drama. Miss Collins. A young woman was standing at the blackboard writing something. Gary could only see the back of her, but what he can see is spectacular. She had very long slender legs that seem to never stop, long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. Her very short blue skirt was so tight that he swore he could almost see her panty line. She was wearing a white blouse that he could faintly make out her white brastrap beneath. She did not turn as he entered the room.

"Hi." Gary said to the young lady. She looked about 20 and Gary assumed that she was a teacher. "Im just here to repair some of the chairs."

"OK." The young woman said, not turning towards him. "They're in the storeroom over there."

"Great. Thanks." Gary walked over to the storeroom. He felt like she may have turned and was looking at him but he was not certain. He turned the doorhandle, glancing back. He was right, she was staring right at him. Gary got a quick glimpse as she turned away and what he saw almost took his breath away. She had the most beautiful face he had ever seen. A lovely perfectly shaped face with red lips that seemed to call to him. Kiss me. High, fine cheekbones, a speckling of freckles. Even her eyebrows were perfect. And such dark blue eyes that seemed to stare right into his soul. Drinking his image in. Gary knew that most women found him handsome but suddenly he had doubts. Even though he was 6 ft 4 with a great muscular body he still felt a little like when he was a school this gangly teenage boy that had never seemed to grow into his large frame. Michelle told him all the time that he had changed heaps since school and that he was a real spunk. To Gary, this young woman was so lovely that she belonged on the cover of a magazine. 

Turning back. She continued writing on the board, probably getting ready for her next class and writing their lesson on the board , ignoring him. Gary shook his head. Rubbing at his semi erection through his jeans in annoyance. He was in a new relationship with a damn sexy woman and here he was at the first opportunity ogling like a damn sex pervert. Gary saw that the storeroom was completely filled with the chairs that needed fixing. Trying to keep his mind on the job he assessed what work needed doing and how long it might take him. Luckily the damage was minimal. Some of the screws had come loose and backs of chairs were hanging off. Gary looked at his watch and saw that only five minutes had passed since he entered the room. Gary decided to take some of the chairs into the classroom and start the repairs till the sales reps came and got him

Gary walked back into the classroom. "Excuse me, Miss?" She turned to him. Gary couldn't help but stare at her chest. Her large, obviously pert breasts poking out from the tight material of her blouse. The small buttons seemed to be straining to keep her breasts confined behind the thin material of her blouse. Gary reluctantly took his eyes off her gently rising and falling chest as her shapely breasts rise and fall with her rhythmic breathing and back to her lovely face. "God." He thought. "Where was she when he went to school?" She was looking right at him Giving him a small warm smile. "Can I help you?" This young beauty dazzling him with her smile. "Yeah. I was wondering if it was OK with you to drag a few chairs out here to repair them. No room back there."

"Sure." She said to him. "I'm finished what I was doing. I could give you a hand." With that she walked past him. Brushing against his arm ever so softly. Gary could smell her perfume. She smelt real good to him. 

Gary followed her into the storeroom, watching her walk. Enjoying the way her long slender legs moved, the way her bum swayed, a little wiggle from side to side. Gary shook his head, trying to clear the mental images he was now having of seeing this beautiful young lady naked in all her splendor. Standing before him. Touching her soft skin, her long blond hair wound around his fingers. "Are you coming?" Gary almost blushed as he realised that she was standing there staring at him. He nodded to her. She stood in the doorway of the storeroom and he had to squeeze past her to get into the room. Gary could have sworn that she caressed his bum as his body was pressed up against her but he wasn't sure. "I see what you mean, it is a little cramped in here." She said to him as he found a small gap to stand. 

Gary grabbed a stack of chairs and passed them too her. "Not too heavy I hope." He smiled at her. She laughed and walked out into the main classroom with them. Gary picked up a larger stack and easily carried them into the next room. His muscles barely bulging underneath his T-shirt. "You're strong, aren't you?" She asked as he put the stack beside hers. Gary nodded. "I'm pretty fit I go to the gym everyday to keep in shape." She leaned closer to him reaching out and stroking his arm, her warm fingers slowing stroking up his arm to his forearm and quickly squeezing the firm strong muscle she found there. "MMMmmm." She said. Licking her lips as she touched. "Very strong." She pulled away from him. "More chairs?" She asked. "No, not yet." Gary managed to get out of his mouth. "I'll have a look at these ones first." Gary picked up his toolkit and opening it, pulled out the top tray. "Can I watch?" She asked. "My next class isn't for awhile yet."

"Yeah, sure." Said Gary, enjoying her attention.

Gary took the first chair off the top of the stack and placed it in front of him. It was a simple job of replacing the screws on this one. There seemed to be a few missing. Gary reached into his toolbox looking for the small case of screws he kept there. "Looking for these?" Gary stood up to see that she was holding his box of screws out to him. Gary smiled at her. "Yeah, thanks." Gary took the box of screws she held out to him. Quickly he replaced the missing screws. Setting the fixed chair aside he picked the next off the stack This one needed to have the plastic seat screwed back on properly. Gary was beginning to wonder if these chairs had been tampered with. There was no way that these chairs had left the factory like this. Someone had gone to the trouble of untightening screws or removing them completely. Probably the work of some of the students at the school. A silly prank.

Gary sat firmly on the chair to make sure that it would hold his weight. It held fine. He was now convinced that someone had deliberately undone or completely taken the screws out altogether. Just as Gary was about to stand up the young woman slid onto his lap. Gary looked up at her. She smiled down at him. Her warm bum on his crotch. She wriggled a little in his lap. "Comfortable?" He laughingly asked her. "Yeah. Just checking the quality of your workmanship." As she spoke she rubed her pelvis up and down his prick. "Mmmm something feels good." Gary looked up at this beautiful creature rubbing herself against his crotch. He couldn't help himself he was getting a hardon. He should tell her to get off him. After all he had Michelle waiting for him at home. But she was so gorgeous and sexy. And the way she moved slow, moving her pelvis against his stiffening prick.

"You're not shy are you?" She whispered in his ear as she leant her head closer to him. Her gentle breath against his ear. Gary felt a slight warmth as she ran her tongue along his ear lobe. "No." Gary murmured as his face was pushed against her ample chest. She embraced him close to her chest. "Good. I like my men strong and forward." Gary breathed in her scent. She sat straight up on his lap and she ran her hands on her tight skirt, then slowly moving her hands pulling her blouse up and caressing her naked skin. Gary watched as this lovely woman stroked her naked skin. Showing him just a glimpse of her naked flesh. Her skin looked so soft. Gary was tempted to touch. But let her make the moves. His prick was now fully erect and a little uncomfortable as it was slightly squashed in the confinement of his jeans. Slowly she undid the top buttons on her blouse. Just enough to allow him a very good look at the tops of her breasts. Exposing some of her beautiful creamy breasts. He couldn't help but stare at this glorious sight.

Taking his hand she placed it on her breast. Using his hand to caress her breast. She slipping his hand under the top of her bra, lightly she squeezed his hand as it cupped her breast, moving his hand until he felt her stiff nipple under his hand. Gary looked into her face. God she was gorgeous. He couldn't believe this was happening. Gary couldn't resist her youthful face and sexy body. She released his hand and continued to fondle her nipple. With his other hand he lifted her closer to him. Pulling the bra up from her breast. Allowing him to take the hard nub into his mouth. Sucking the stiff nipple between his warm lips, gently biting her. She sighed, thrusting her breast against his face. Gary responded to her by biting a little harder. Sucking and nibbling on her nipple as he twisted the other nipple with his other hand. Reassured by her reactions as she moaned and ground her hips against him. Gary bit even harder, not hard enough to break the skin but a firm bite. Almost instantaneously he felt her body stiffen as she climaxed. Gary smiled. She was a wild thing who enjoyed pleasure and pain.

Gary took his hand from her nipple. Continuing to nibble and suck at her. Sometimes he released her nipple, using his tongue to lick her beautiful breasts and returning again to take the puckered hard nipple into his mouth, teasing her with the occasional sharp nip from his teeth on her sensitive breast. Now she was thrusting and moaning, enjoying herself immensely. Gary knew he was a good lover, he was always aware of his sexual partner, watching their responses and reacting to their pleasure. This gal was a hot babe. Easily aroused and a pleasure to play with. He could tell she was going to be a great screw. Hot and ready, panting for him, just the way he liked it. He knew she would end up begging him to fuck her. Gary stroked her narrow waist through the material of the tight skirt. Which had ridden high up on her thighs. Feeling with his hand as he continued to bring her pleasure with his mouth. 

Gary's hand slid under her skirt, caressing the inside of her thigh. Her skin soft, smooth and supple. His hand moved lightly up her inner thigh, searching, exploring higher, Gary is not surprised at all when he finds no panty line, knowing that many woman find pleasure in wearing no panties. A small thrill at the freedom and the risque of being caught without them. Finding stroking her mound at first, finding it so smooth as if she had recently shaved, his questing fingers and hand rubbing against her shaved skin, feeling almost like warm velvet beneath his hand. His fingers continued their journey, seeking till his fingers found her eager pussy. She was damp already with juices. 

Gary was surprised to find that she was really wet. But excited as well. He moaned as his fingers slid easily into her pussy. Gary bit her nipple harder still as he slipped one finger inside her. Feeling how tight her pussy was. Very tight. He thrust harder inside her tight warmth, feeling her pussy contracting against his finger. She thrust herself against his finger, orgasming again as he bit even harder, and ground her nipple between his lips, sucking hard. Gary felt the warmth of her pussy juices as she came. Gary moved his finger inside her, faster, thrusting deeper inside her. Again and again she thrust and ground her hips against his fingers, bringing herself to another orgasm as she thrust harder and quicker on his finger.




A School Girl Crush



Gary stopped sucking on her nipple, raising his head. Gary slowly inserted another finger inside her. Finding that it slipped in a little easier than the first because of all the extra lubrication. Her pussy was slick now, covered with her excited cum juices. Gary felt her juices as they ran down his hand. He could smell her now. She had a musky sexual animal smell from her pleasure and excitement. Like a bitch in heat must smell to a male dog. Gary found her smell really arousing. His balls were aching for release and he so wanted to thrust his hard prick inside her tight hole. Knowing it was going to be tight fit but god it would feel so good Such a tight fit and squeezing against him. An exquisite feeling. Gary had to shift his position. She stopped thrusting against his fingers and wriggled herself. 

Reaching for his jeans she undid the button and unzipped him. Sliding back a little on his lap, giving herself more room to maneuvour Gary pulled his fingers from inside her tight hole. Gary lifted his butt up from the seat, holding her with his hands around her back, she quickly pulled his jeans and boxers down as far as she could. Shifting her back on to his lap She giggled as she felt Gary's big prick rubbing against her pussy. Gary carefully pulled his jeans and boxers down past his knees. She straightened her back and sitting up and lifting her body away from his lap she grabbed his large stiff prick in her small hand, encircling it with her hand, running her fingers across the top, spreading the small droplet of precum on the head, stroking downwards.

She arched her back further, using her legs against his thighs to push herself up, poising herself on the tip of his prick. Gary helped her guide herself slowly down on the head of his prick. He put his hand on the small of her back, gently guiding her. His other hand he stroked her outer thigh, caressing inward, feeling her body quiver at his touch. Lingering on her inner thigh, then lightly stroking her quivering pussy, finding and rubbing her small clit, she came again so quick. As she did Gary thrust three fingers inside her, distracting her as she climaxed, her muscles relaxed. She grunted as his three fingers stretched her pussy wide. Gary thrust his fingers deep inside her, making his movements rough and fast. She thrust harder against him, his three fingers constricted by her very tight pussy. He needed to know that he could fit inside her without hurting her. She thrust herself down again and again. Harder and quicker each time.

"God oh yes." She called at as she came again. Her pussy dripping with her juices. Gary kept stroking his fingers inside her. Bringing her to orgasm once more. Pulling his fingers from inside her. She moaned as he did. "Please." She whispered." Please fuck me." Gary grabbed her hips with one hand and raised her higher.Taking her hand he placed it on his large prick. "Put it inside you a little at a time. It's going to be a tight fit. Try and relax and I'll go slow till it's in you properly." Gary supported her weight with both hands. She rubbed his prick against her soaking wet pussy and placed the tip inside her. Gary gently held her as she slowly thrust him inside. Gary felt her pussy stretching to accommodate him. The feeling of her very tight hole on his prick was so exquisite. An intense constriction, her pussy muscles squeezing him so tight.

She took control then. Thrusting her body down on his prick. Faster and faster she plunged against his prick till he was deep inside her. She screamed as he filled her. Gary tried to move slow but found her rapid thrusting against him so intense that he thrust back, pounding deep inside her, thrusting harder and harder. His prick slamming against her tight pussy. Ignoring her loud screams. Gary took a hand away from her back and grabbed her nipple, twisting it hard. She could not control herself and he felt the small quivers run through her body. Knowing that she was ready to cum again. And he was so close himself. His prick ramming into this tight, tight space. Gary felt his balls ache as he needed to cum inside her. Ignoring his conscience that he should cum outside her. As she orgasmed this time she wept. "Yes oh oh oh god yes."

Just as Gary finished exploding his load inside her tight dripping wet pussy, he could hear footsteps and voices as someone walked down the hallway. Pulling himself quickly from inside her. The young woman frantically got off him, buttoning as fast as she could. Pulling her tight short skirt till it sat neatly on her hips. Running her fingers through her hair to smooth it back into place. Gary stood up, dragging his jeans and boxers back up as quickly as he could. He had just zipped up as the door handle turned. She stood before Gary. Kissing him on the lips. Smiling at him. "Shh. Say nothing. It's our little secret and I'm not going to tell. "

The young woman walked rapidly to the other side of the classroom, picked up a piece of chalk, continuing to write as if she had been all along. Gary quickly picked up his spanner and pretended to finish tightening up a screw as the door opened. "Yes well come and see me later and we can discuss this matter further." Gary heard the Headmistress's voice as she entered the room. He continued working, not turning around. "Mr Bryant. How long do you think this will take to do the repairs." Gary stood up and turned to the Headmistress. "Not long at all." He smiled at her, confidently. "Good." Turning to go she realised that the young woman was there. "Janelle. Are you not supposed to be in the library?" The young girl blushed, bowing her head a little. "Yes, Miss Preston." Gary looked at Janelle. "Then get going girl."

"Yes Miss Preston." Janelle walked towards the door. The Headmistress took no more notice of her. Turning back and looking at Gary.

"I hope, Mr Bryant that Janelle was not keeping you from your work?" Gary stared right back at the Headmistress. Janelle stood in the doorway. Looking directly at Gary. Smiling at him. She mouthed. "Thank you." Gary gave a tiny little nod. To let her know he had understood her. "Mr Bryant. I hope that while you are here you will carry out your repairs as quickly as possible. Some of the girls from this school come from very good backgrounds and have been sent her to get an excellent education. And others, Mr Bryant have been sent here to get keep away from trouble." Gary nodded at the Head mistress. Watching Janelle as she still dawdled at the doorway. Seeing her slip her hand under her tight skirt. "Such as the young girl who just left, Mr Bryant. Janelle is 18. Her family is very well off and intend Janelle to marry into an affluent family. Her parents sent her to my school as she is how shall I put this delicately?" Gary stared at the Headmistress. 18? Christ almighty. He thought to himself. "She has been sent to us because her parents believe she is already sexually active." 

Gary stared passed the Headmistress at Janelle. The young girl stared back at him, smiling as she played with herself under her skirt, Janelle removed her fingers and placed them inside her mouth. Sucking at their juices from her fingertips. Janelle took the fingers from her mouth. "Bye." She mouthed and walked away down the hallway. Gary realised that the Headmistress was still talking to him. "So, you see Mr Bryant. Any man who comes into the school is strictly told the girls are not to be bothered or approached in anyway. Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes, of course." Gary managed to say. "Very well then. I'll leave you to get on with your work. The men you came with are busy doing some paperwork and will return for you shortly." Without a goodbye the Headmistress left the room. Gary sat on the chair. Shaking his head in disbelief. 18 . Bloody hell he thought she was at least 20. But even as he thought these thoughts the mental image of their coupling went through his mind. God she was so sexy and a damn good fuck. One of the best he had ever had.

Gary stood up. Just then he heard quiet footsteps in the hallway. Was it Miss Preston coming back? He stared at the door. Janelle walked into the room. Gary just stared at her. Such a lovely girl, he thought. Even the way she walked was a big come on. "What's your name?" She asked. "Gary." He answered her. "Gary, I really like you and I'm not ashamed to say that I like sex and have done since I was young. My parents don't approve, even though I'm of legal age. "

"I can understand why." He said to her. "They just want to keep you safe." Janelle giggled." And you do you want to keep me safe or would you like to fuck me again?" Gary couldn't believe this young girl. She was so sexually forward. "Gary I love sex, I need it. Since I first came here I have had to masturbate myself or make love to the few girls who are willing to be intimate. But what I really wanted was a man. My counselor thinks that I maybe a sex maniac. I have to have sex. I want you again, soon. Will you fuck me again?" 

Gary couldn't believe his luck. He had found a sexy, young nymphomaniac who just couldn't get enough. "Yes." He told her. "Just not here. In case the head mistress comes back." Janelle smiled at him. "Good. Very good. Will you meet me at the school gates at 8 pm?" Gary wondered how he was going to get back to the school at that time but he would think of something. Some excuse to screw this girl again. To give it to her good. His prick stiffened as he thought of what they were going to do. Janelle smiled at him. Leaning in and kissing him on the lips. 

Her tongue flicking out and licking his lip. "Till tonight." She said. Walking away. And then turning back. "I'm going to smuggle you into the dorm room. Where, if you want you can watch me make love to another girl. Then we could sneak off somewhere alone so that you can fuck me." Gary nodded. Oh god she was so sexy. Janelle walked out of the room. Gary knew he was taking a crazy risk but he was going to go through with it.



A School Girl's Confession



"Forgive me father, for I have sinned."

"How long has it been since your last confession?" the priest asked.

"It's been, one week father, "I replied "I've done something terrible father, I seduced a married man. My teacher, father."

"Go on child." he said

"I've always been attracted to him, he's been my teacher since my freshman year, I'd never really considered acting on it until after my eighteenth birthday, and then I knew it wouldn't be illegal if I did anything with him." I told the priest.

"And when did you finally act on these desires?" The priest seemed to get more interested in my confession.

"Last night, I stayed after school to get a little tutoring, although I didn't really need it. I just wanted to be alone with him."

"Tell me what happened dear." The priest was really interested in my confession now. 

My confessions had always been short and sweet but not this time, he was asking a lot of questions and they didn't normally do that. It was weird but by the tone of his voice it sounded almost as if he was getting turned on by all of this. "I wonder what it would be like to do it with a priest" I thought to myself. No, no way, he's a holy kinda guy, he would never, and I shouldn't be thinking such thoughts in a church. Before I could let my mind slip away with these dirty thoughts, I continued with my confession.

"Well, I stayed after school. He was going to tutor me in math, I didn't need it but I wanted to be alone with him. I hadn't intended on anything happening, it just did. Not that I wasn't happy with it. Sorry, anyways, he tutored me for a couple of hours, almost to the point of frustration because I kept pretending like I didn't understand. Finally I gave in and told him that I understood. It was already dark by the time our session was over. I grabbed my things and stood outside to collect my thoughts for a moment." I explained.

"My teacher pulled up in his car to where I was standing. He asked if I wanted a ride home. He said it was too late for me to walk and he'd hate to see anything happen to me. I agreed, I mean why wouldn't I, the man that I had been fantasizing about for years just asked me to get into his car. I'm sorry father I'm sure I shouldn't be getting into all the details with you."

"No, no, no, it's just fine. I think you'll feel better after you get it all out. Continue please, trust me you'll feel a lot better." he said.

By now I was positive that this wasn't your normal everyday confession, he was trying to convince me to tell him everything. There was no doubt in my mind that this was turning him on. Why else would he ask questions like that and tell me to keep going? So I decided to give him what he wanted, and I continued to tell him the story.

"I got the impression that he was thinking of me as more than a student when he started sneaking looks at my legs. When I looked at him he would turn away. Most of the drive was silent; we both just looked off into space as he drove down the road. I didn't even realize that I hadn't told him where I lived. Still we just kept driving. He must have popped out of his daydream because he pulled the car to the side of the road. We both looked around. We had no clue where we were."

"OK, I have to tell you that I really am lost, he said, I have no clue how I zonked like that. I'm really sorry and once I figure out where we are I'll take you home."

I told the priest, "This was the perfect opportunity for me to let it all out. I decided that if I wanted this man it was now or never. Sink or swim girl, ya know, just dive in. And that's what I did. While he was looking around trying to figure out where we were I looked at him. When he realized I was starring, he stopped and waited. I think he knew that I wanted to say something..."

"Would it be totally inappropriate if I told you that I have been attracted to you since the first time I saw you?" I said to my teacher.

"Well, some might think so but I'm OK with it." he was blushing.

"I've wanted you since I was a freshman; you're the only guy I've thought about. Even when I was with my boyfriends, I wished it was you. I really want you." I told him.

I continued to tell my story to the priest, " I could tell that what I has said was arousing him because all of the sudden there was a bulge in his pants. He was getting a hard-on and I have to confess that I wanted him to. He noticed me looking at his crotch and I think he got a little embarrassed; but I knew that this was probably the only opportunity I would have to make a move and I did. I leaned across the car and unzipped his pants. He didn't put up any kind of fight as I pulled is hardening cock from his pants, Oh god father, I shouldn't have said that, I'm so sorry."

"No, girl, I've already told you that you need not apologize. I understand that you must be under great stress because of such a sin. I would not be a good priest if I didn't listen to all that you had to say. Now please continue; tell me what happened in your own words." the priest told me

"OK, where was I? Oh yeah! Well, I pulled his cock out of his pants and started to massage it. I felt it get bigger in my hands. I couldn't restrain myself any longer and lower my head to his cock and started to lick it. I knew that he wasn't planning on any protest when I heard him moan. Then he put his hands on the back of my head and started to guide me up and down on. I was incredible; I felt like I could cum just sucking his dick. I felt his balls tighten as if he were about to cum. I was ready to let him cum in my mouth when he suddenly pulled me up. He opened his door and pulled me from the car. I knew what he was going to do and I wanted it. He led me to the front of the car and bent me over the hood, pulled my skirt up, moved my underwear to the side, and slide is huge cock right in side of me. I came the second I felt his cock enter me. I had been dreaming of this guy for years and now he was fucking me, I was in heaven."

"He grabbed a hold of my hips and really started giving it to me. He pounded at my pussy while screamed in the dark. Again I felt his balls tighten up and he quickly flipped me over so that I was facing him. I thought he was going to slide it back into my pussy but instead I was surprised when he shoved it up my ass. I had never experienced such pain and pleasure at the same time. I moaned as a tear streamed down my face. He started off slow and then faster and faster, I felt my ass being stretched with every thrust of this cock. I knew that there was no way he could hold it back for much longer but I didn't want it to end. I shoved him away from me so that I could get up. He was surprised and he had a confused look on his face. He must have thought he did something wrong. I stood up and pushed him on to the hood. I climbed on top of him and slid him back into my ass."

"He held on to my waist as I bounced up and down on his cock. Then he grabbed me by my hair. At first he just ran his fingers through it but then he started to tug on it until he was really pulling hard."

He asked me questions like, "Do you like this? and Is this what you've been thinking about all those years? Did you want to fuck me?

"Oh yes, I've been fantasizing about you for so long" I told him.

He asked me some more questions, "Do you want to make me cum? Do you want me to cum in your tight little ass baby?" he grunted through his teeth.

"All I could really do was moan. I felt him grab my ass and squeeze as he let load after load of cum shoot into my ass. It was the most unbelievable feeling in the world and I began to cum again. My ass cheeks squeezed every last drop of cum out of him. When we were done I could barely walk. I went around the car and cleaned up as best I could. I had a set of gym clothes in my bag and I put them on. I got home pretty late but with the gym clothes on I figured I could just tell me parents that I had stayed late to run the track or something. I know what I did was wrong father but I can't help it I just wanted him so bad and it felt so good. What should I do father?"

There was no answer. "Father?" I said. Still there was no answer. I walked out of the booth to an empty church. I was concerned about the priest so I opened his door. There he was, sitting there, there was nothing wrong with him. I opened to door to see him playing with his own cock. He was a young priest, not bad looking either. He grabbed me by the hand and pulled me into the booth...



A School Girl's Lessons



Monday

In my school clothes I come to my teacher's office for extra tutoring. I've been doing so badly in his classes this semester because I've been so horny all the time. Yet all the boys at school seem so young and immature that it's no fun at all, plus I'm sure they know as little as I do having just turned 18. So I'm stuck with my hands every night yet it doesn't seem to help me when I get to Mr. B's class but of course he doesn't know this is why I'm having trouble getting the good grades. It's just that biology is not that interesting compared to Mr. B's tight muscles and handsome features. 

I pull myself away from my friends so that I can go to his office for the extra help, yet I'm still feeling horny, so I doubt I'll be able to concentrate. Mr. B is waiting for me in his doorframe and stares at me as he lets me in. After he shuts his door he sits behind his desk without saying a word, still staring at me. I start feeling uncomfortable so I scan the room noticing a comfy chair against the wall and the door window was covered in paper. 

Finally he starts, "Please have a seat, do you know why I asked you here today?" 

"Yes, I haven't been doing well in your classes this semester." 

"Yes and why is that?" 

Well I couldn't say the true reason, so out came "I can't concentrate." 

His eyebrow raised and his tone softened, "Can't concentrate, huh? The boys taking up too much room that biology can't compete?" He was teasing me! 

Just to be sassy I replied, "Those boys don't know anything, I need a real man." A smile broke across his face as I blush realizing what I said. 

"Really now, I might know a way that would help you out, only you have to concentrate in my class and start getting better grades or it won't work." 

It sounded odd to be agreeing to get better grades without knowing how he was going to help me but I still answered, "Yes sir." 

He started to look serous again, "so are you horny during my class?" 

Surprised at his boldness I answered, "Yes sir." 

"And are you now?" 

Realizing I was incredibly wet I just blushed again and nodded. He softened his tone once more, "It's okay, it's natural at your age but you have it even tougher since you don't like the boys your same age, fortunately I can help you." 

Stunned all I could stay was "How?" 

He grinned and kissed me. It wasn't just a peck or the sloppy ones I've gotten from the boys but one that was tender and filled with passion, which made my whole body tingle. When he pulled away I felt a great loss, "Please show me more." 

He gave a hardy laugh and locked the door, "Today's lesson is easy on you I'll start by teaching you the joys of my tongue." He instructed me to take off my panties, they were so wet. He brought them to his face and inhaled the aroma, then brought them to my face and told me to smell them too. It was a smell that can not be otherwise named; I never knew how good I smelled before. He had me hike up my skirt and sit in the chair with my legs up over the sides. Then he started kissing each thigh as I got more worked up. He asked, "Would you like me to show you the joys of my tongue?" 

I moaned, "Please sir." Finally he began to work his tongue over my lips and around and over my clit. Sucking my clit into his mouth and flicking his tongue over it. I couldn't take it any more and started to spasm in my first orgasm by another person, but he did not stop there he licked up all me juices and started tongue fucking my pussy, I groaned in pleasure as he worked a finger into me and then two. He found my g-spot and I came again on his lovely mouth and hand. He brought his hand up to my face and told me to lick it clean. 

I didn't just lick it; I sucked it as though it was his cock. "That's tomorrow's lesson, which means the end of today's," he says as he holds out my underwear. 

I shake my head, "No you keep it, but I'll be back tomorrow." As I headed home all I could think was what happened and how lucky that it was Monday...

Tuesday

I was forced to sit through the whole day of classes before I could get my next 'lesson' in. When I got to Mr. B's class he was waiting outside the door and as I walked by he said, "Make sure you pay attention to what is being said or the lesson won't go well." I took the hint; if I didn't pay attention he wasn't going to do wonderful things with me! I think I was the most focused person he's ever had and was early to his office for my next lesson. He of course let me in at the correct time and locked the door behind me, motioning for me to take a seat in the chair again. "Before we begin I want to say how focused you were in class today." 

"Yes sir and I remember everything you said; it'll help raise my grade for sure." 

He smiled, "We'll see but since you were so good today in class you can work on your other lessons. Would you like to review what you learned yesterday?" 

"Yes sir," I was soaking my panties in anticipation. Again my panties came off but my other clothing stayed on. Within minutes of him bringing his lips to mine I was cumming. 

"Seems like you remember what we did yesterday, now today you're going to have to do some work." My eyes darted to the bulge in the front of his pants, "Yes sir, I would love to learn from you." 

He smiled and unzipped his fly and brought his pants and briefs down revealing a long, hard cock. He told me to take it into my hands and lick up and down the whole length and as I got to the end I licked off the precum that oozed from the tip. "Good now take the tip into your mouth, work your tongue around it...oooh that's right." He prompted me to take it deeper into my mouth and I just kept going until I hit my gag reflex. "That's good just relax and it will help with that, you can bob on it for a little while then lick the tip again." Which is what I started doing until I found that I had taken the whole thing into my mouth. "Yesss that feels great and when you're working the tip one hand can rub up and down the shaft. Plus your other hand can play with my balls." I did everything he told me and soon he was moaning in pleasure that he was about to come, "Try to swallow the whole load," he panted just before he came. I held on and swallowed every bit then sucked him until he told me to quit. As he buttoned his pants once again and sat on the edge of the desk shaking a bit, "That was fantastic; you are really coming along in your lessons! Do you think that you would like to move to penetration for tomorrow's lesson?" 

I sat up straight, "Yes sir!" as I put my now cool off panties on again and walked out to my car with a big smile on my face. All the while thinking 'Tomorrow will be a great first time.'

Wednesday

The next day I was so attentive that I hardly noticed my friends giving me weird looks and their dropped jaws as I skipped off for my extra lessons. I was ready today; I wore no underwear for him and was outside his office early today. Unfortunately he doesn't let me until the time of the lesson, so my juices were starting to run down my legs a little as I united for him to open the door. Yet again right on time the door opened and I rushed in, he gave a hardy laugh as he locked the door, "Excited are we?" 

"Yes sir, it's my...." I broke off blushing. His eyebrow rose, "Finish what you were going to say." 

"Well it's my first time, I'm...I'm a virgin still," I stammered unable to look at him. 

He kneeled next time. "Do you still want to do this lesson?" 

Eminently I said, "Yes sir! I really do, see!" as I pulled up my skirt showing my gleaming pussy. 

"Mmmm I think a review is needed," then he once again he started licking my pussy with a fervor. I was so hott that I came in no time all over his mouth. 

Once I felt able to I started to unbutton his pants, since he stood in front of me and took out his cock showing him what I had leaned. But after a few minutes he stopped me, "Are you ready for the new lesson?" Suddenly my mouth went dry so I could only nod my head. Sensing I was nervous he laid me on the floor and he kissed me lightly. Again I felt like my whole body was tingling and I stopped thinking and just felt. His hands moved over my body finding my shirt buttons, working each one out of its hole until my shirt fell open. Then he worked my bra over and nibbled my nipple as he worked my shirt off and unsnapped my bra. He kissed down my front as his hands found my skirt zipper, pulling it down. I automatically raised my ass so he could pull off my skirt leaving me fully naked on the floor. Funny thing is that I had the fleeting thought of the nightmare of being naked in school that is before I felt his flesh on mine. After that my brain shut down all though and only allowed me to feel and respond. His mouth was on mine again his hand on my pussy, his finger moved into it easily. He worked two then three fingers in, widening my blazing channel as I moaned in ecstasy. He quickly put his mouth on mine to smoother the sound. Then he looked me in the eyes asking, "Are you ready?" 

I breathed, "Yes sir!"

He put a condom on as I stroked his back then he rolled on top of me his mouth on mine. I felt his cockhead at my opening; he slowly moved it in as I automatically moved my hips up to meet him. At half way in he moved out and back in farther then I've ever reached before my hands went to his ass to bring him deeper. I heard him snicker and say under his breath, 'a natural'. Wanting to fulfill this title he gave me, I was meeting his every stroke as he paced it slowly to begin with. His hand was on my breast as he kissed down my neck. My body tingled and roared with lust, pussy was on fire but wet as the sea. His paced quickened and I wrapped my legs around his waist bring him in the deepest as I could. I raised my head and kissed him, before the tide of pleasure washed over me and my back arched; my eyes rolling up. I had cum before, but this was by far the best one I felt my whole body spasm as my pussy tightened over his hard cock. I raised my arm to my mouth to bite into so that I wouldn't scream in joy, and vaguely heard him tell me that he was coming. And with a deep thrust he grunted and I could feel his muscles in his ass tense. After a little while he slowly came down and laid beside me his breathing still heavy. 

I was still coming down from the fantastic orgasm as he kissed my neck and asked, "How was that?" 

I smiled rolling over grabbing his hand and placing it on my still contracting pussy, "Incredible!" I was still feeling the effects when he said that my lesson was over for today, but if I wanted and was good during class I could get another new lesson tomorrow. He got up and got dressed then handed me my clothes to put on also. I was sad that I could no longer see his beautifully toned body or cock, but understood that nothing else would happen today. After dressing and trying to make myself look like nothing had happened, I stopped at the door, "Thank you sir, I'll be here tomorrow at the same time." At the same time I hoped I did well enough in school to do that again. 

Thursday

The next day at school one of my friends came up to me, "You look like your glowing! What happened yesterday that has gotten you so happy?" 

All I replied was "Good day I guess..." as I walked off to Mr. B's class. I could feel her eyes burning into my back, but my thoughts all turned to the class at hand and the lesson at the end of the day. When that final bell rang, I headed to my lesson with only a quick stop at my locker. I was again early to his door only to wait until he let me in; my thoughts wondering what I was to learn today making hot and horny once more. 

Right on the dot he opened the door and moved aside to let me in, as I came in he locked the door behind me. With one fluid motion he wrapped his arms around me pulling me towards him as his lips meet mine in a passionate kiss that sent shivers down my spine. As quickly as he had done it, he released me so that my head was still spinning when he started talking. "Now for today's lesson we are going to give you a wider selection of positions, but first you are going to strip down for me... slow and sexy." My mind was racing, how I was going to do that, when he turned some music on low that set a slow tempo. I started moving to the music and unbuttoning my shirt, surprised at how easy and natural this felt. As I got to the last button I flicked my shoulders back and let my shirt stop at my hands. Turning around I rubbed it against my ass as I bent over, then I whipped up letting fall off my hands and tossing to the side. I flipped my shirt up exposing my thong to him, after that I unzipped my shirt and swayed my hips letting fall to the ground. I kicked it to where my shirt laid on the floor and saw the lust growing in Mr. B's eyes. I turned my back to him as I unhooked my bra and bent backward and flicked my bra right to him. I widened my legs and bent forward my hands running over my long lean legs taking my thong with them, my breasts in his view between my legs. I snapped up and whirled around my toe catching my thong and flicking it up. I caught it, like I had done so many times at home for fun, but lifted it to my face inhaling myself like he had taught me to do. 

That is when I felt his hands on my waist, his hard cock pressing against my stomach. He had gotten undressed as I danced and was as hot as I was for sex, his hand slipped to my dripping pussy I pushed down on his fingers as they entered me bring them in me deeply. But I wanted his cock more; my hand found his throbbing manhood, my thong dropped long ago, and I stroked it as he let out a soft sigh I felt some precum escape. I brought my hand up to my tongue and licked it clean. His lips were on mine again, his tongue probing my mouth tasting his self. We slipped down to the floor when he turned on his back and said, "I want you to get on top of me and do anything that feels good to you." 

I swung my leg over him and lowered myself onto his hardness; a low moan escaped my lips as he filled me until I was against him. I leaned forward and gave him a kiss as he took my breasts into his hands, his thumbs circling my hard nibbles. I moved my hips grinding into him to the beat of the music I had just danced to, my clit rubbing bringing me closer to coming. As I got more worked up my breath came faster as well as my hips, I started pumping up and down as my orgasm grew. His hands on my hips steadying me as he thrust back knowing I was starting to climax; my back arched my legs clamped to his sides, my hands holding onto his legs, my pussy shuddering. He stopped dead and let me fall forward onto him as I caught my breath, then said, "When you can turnover and get onto you hands and knees."

I turned over and felt his hands rubbing over my ass and up my back. When suddenly he thrust his cock fully into me, I was so wet that it just slipped in, I let out my breath quickly due to surprise and how good it felt to have him enter me. He started a slower pace bringing it almost out and thrusting it back in quickly, I found myself leaning back to meet his thrusts. Each time he hit my g-spot getting me hot and wet. We started going faster, my arms gave out and I braced myself with my elbows finding it easier, his hands playing with my breasts. He moved them again to my hips as I was thrust back into him and with that I came for a second time, biting into my arm to stifle the sound. 

With one fluid movement he turned me over and lifted my legs onto his shoulders. He looked at me with a smile and thrust into me as hard and deeply as he could. He was so deep and hitting my g-spot sending me over the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced. My whole body locked up and went into sensory overload, my breath catching in a silent scream as he unloaded his spunk deep into me. He let my legs down and collapsed next to me, our breaths coming hard and heavy. As I came aware of the world once more he was stroking my back, staring at me with a smile, "How was today's lesson?" 

I smiled right back, "The best sir!" 

He looked at the clock finding that it was past the time of the lesson; he hurried me to dress quickly. Having brought a brush from my locker I straightened up to look like nothing had happened and was about to leave when he said, "Tomorrow there's the test in class, if you get 98% or better you get a extra special surprise in tomorrow's lesson." 

I left the room with my head spinning with what had just happened and what could happen tomorrow when I almost bumped into a woman. "Sorry!" 

She looked at me with a small smile, "No problem I know how much information Mr. B can give you in his private lessons, it can make anyone lose sight of what's in front of them," and with a laugh entered his office. Wondering who she was, as I had never seen her before, and what she meant I left to go home and study. I had to pass that test with flying colors if I wanted to have the surprise.

Friday

It was Friday morning, the end of the best week I had ever had at school or life for that matter, all due to the private lessons with Mr. B. I was a little worried all day about the test in his class, but I had studied. All my friends were pumped for the weekend, except Jill she was a little quiet since yesterday when we talked, but it might not be her day either. When I finally got to his class I was a bit panicky but once I had the test over and that final bell rang I was overjoyed to get to my lesson. I run into Jill, quite literally, as we caught ourselves she asked, "Where are you going so fast?" 

"I have my lesson with Mr. B...why what's up?" 

She gave me a questioning look, "Why are you so happy to go there? On Monday you were talking about how much it was going to suck and now you aren't paying attention to any of us but skipping to his office?!" 

Getting a little angry at her and hoping she wasn't going to make me late, "I like the extra attention, OK! Get off my back and out of my way..." as I shoved past her. Putting her out of my mind as I waited outside his office and not even a second's thought once he opened the door. 

Mr. B closed the door but did not lock it...my mind was racing, 'did I not do as well as I had thought or is something wrong.' He saw my worried look and chuckled, "I graded your test and you passed with 99%. The reason the door is unlocked is your surprise is coming." I relaxed letting out a breath I didn't even knew I was holding when a knock came at the door. Mr. B walked to open it; in came a big surprise, the woman from yesterday that I almost ran into walked in and Mr. B locked the door behind him. My surprised look made her smile as Mr. B explained, "This is a friend from college, she's going to start student teaching here, but she will also help with your studies too." 

I looked her over, she was a beautiful woman in her mid twenties, a little taller than I but still as lean but curvier than high school students. As I was looking her over she walked up to me, "I've heard a lot about you and your potential," she leaned forward putting her hand on the back of my neck and gave me a lighter kiss. I was a little stunned, but I returned the kiss letting it get a little more passionate, when she pulled away. "Yes you were so right about this one, she is a great student. See Mr. B once taught me as he is teaching you." 

Mr. B came up behind me and nibbled on my neck as his hands kneaded my breasts, "Today's lesson is extra special, you are going to learn the joys that woman can bring you and you to them."

I had never thought of another woman for a lover but I can't say that I was against it either; my body was clearly aroused my pussy was on fire and getting wet quickly. She started to move her hands over me; they were softer and smaller than Mr. B. I moaned as she kneaded my nipples through my shirt wanting nothing between her and me. Mr. B was reading my mind and started to unbutton my shirt and unsnapped my bra leaving my hard nipples for her to nibble and suck. He moved to my skirt and unzipped that pulling my socks and shoes off so that I was naked before this woman, and yet I felt no fear or embarrassment. Mr. B also took off her suit quickly while our tongues danced together and our hands explored. Once we were both free of clothing we sank to the floor and she laid me on my back and started to kiss down my body. 




A School Girl's Lessons



She reached my inner thighs, my body rising to meet her and get her delicate mouth on my throbbing pussy. She teased me kissing my opening and licking around it ignoring my aching clit. When I thought I could take no more her tongue flicked over it shocking my body with intense feeling. She took her mouth from my pussy, "I'm going to bring my pussy over your mouth and I want you to copy what I do." 

My eyes flicked over to Mr. B who was in the chair slowly stroking his cock as the scene played out before him. "Yes I will do anything you do," I said right before she swung herself over me. I breathed in her scent and found it to be intoxicating when I felt her lick down my pussy gathering the liquid that was pooling on the lips, so I followed her lead. She tasted different than I did, but somehow better because it was not me. Her tongue circled my clit and I found her clit easily enough as it was straining for attention, she quivered as my tongue found the spot. 

Feeling her suck it into her mouth and flick her tongue over it I shuddered and tried my best to focus on everything that she was doing to me and copying it for her. I lapped her fluids up and stuck my tongue as deeply into her as I could and then back to her clit. Soon we were both doing things to try and get the other off before we came ourselves, when I felt her hum on my clit that sent me over the edge. I knew she was close so before I was too far I stuck a finger in her as I sucked on her clit and we came at almost the same time. Her pussy was contracting over my finger and her juices flowing on my hand and mouth, my tongue drinking greedily as tried to get it all before it flowed down my face. I could feel her trying to get all of my juices as well but some streaming down to my ass. She slumped forward on me and rolled off breathing heavy, I moved to her and kissed deeply wanting to taste myself and share her taste.

After we pulled apart I noticed Mr. B still was hard and I couldn't help but crawl over to him and start sucking on his cock. I got a little into it and felt her come up next to me, so I took my mouth off and she replaced it with hers, but her hand found my pussy. We took he cock back and forth into each of our mouths and played with each other until he groaned that he was going to cum. His cock was in her mouth and she took the first spouts into it and then she pulled my head to replace hers. I got the last few slightly salty ropes and cleaned him up. Bring up my head to see her kissing him deeply giving his cum back to him. They pulled apart and looked down at me smiling, "You have learned a lot here today, haven't you?" 

"Yes sir! I can't believe everything I had been missing, you have taught me so much... both of you." 

We all got dressed for the lesson was over for today, but what Mr. B said to me next surprised me. "You have improved so much but we cannot continue these lessons until after you graduate, there is too much at stake and it's not really that far away. But as homework I want you to find a friend of both sexes and practice with them until we can start these again, my friend here can help you do that if you still don't want high school boys." 

Knowing that this was absolute and that I couldn't change his mind I turned to her, "I would love your help and I will graduate with an A in your class while I await our next lessons." 

A smile broke across his face, "I am glad that you want to continue because there is so much I want to teach you...but until then I will see you Monday in class." He opened the door for me and I took off quickly and ran right into my friend Jill. 

"What are you still doing here?!" 

She looked sheepish, "Well I wanted to say I'm sorry, I was jealous that you weren't spending any time with me anymore. So I came looking for you and I heard a lot of moaning coming from his office and I stayed..." I looked at her and found that her checks were on fire but she was looking at me in a way that was no longer just friends look. 

All I could think was 'this is going to be an easy homework assignment, maybe she will want to take those lessons with me too.'



A School Girl's Spanking



Friday morning I climbed into my car and reached over to place my purse on the passenger seat. There next to me was a box with a card on it. My name was scribbled across it in your handwriting. Eagerly I opened the envelope and found directions on what I was to do with the box. 

"Enclosed are some clothes I thought you would look amazing in. Make sure everything is tended to before I come home and we'll see what fun we can have. Do not look in the box. Wait until all your chores are done and you're showered and shaved before you open the box. Love always, Me." I smiled and placed the card inside my purse.

I sat at work anxious all day leaving voicemails on your phone waiting for you to answer, but you must've have your calls forwarded for the day. 

As the day passed slowly I began more and more anxious. Feeling the wetness spread onto my thongs that you had asked me to wear this morning before leaving for work. I decided to dive into my work and not ponder what was in that box. By the time I knew it was 5:15 and I knew I was going to be late and that you'd most likely be home before I would. 

Quickly I grabbed my purse and keys out of the drawer of my desk and rushed home. I hopped into the shower. As I shaved like the speed of light I had hoped I got ever little piece of hair and dried myself off as I opened the box with one hand. I saw an ironed shirt and knee high socks and a school girl's dress. I smirked and slid on the skirt and the socks. I put on my shirt minus my bra and the dried my hair and put it up in two pig tails to fit the image. 

My large breasts hung in the shirt as I wondered about adding my bra even though it wasn't placed into the box you had given me. The panties were plain white cotton that I slipped on last. It was odd having them on after going between pantieless and thongs the past year. 

No make up was added – per your instruction and I ran about the house trying to tidy up before you pulled into the driveway.

As I started putting the dishes in the dishwasher I looked out the window and saw you pull up and bit my lip as I ran into the front room and sat on the couch reading a book. I heard your keys in the door and I continued to read as you walked in and placed your briefcase on the table in the foyer. I placed my book face down on the table and walked over to kiss your cheek. You accept me with open arms as they wrap around my body feeling my ass through the plaid skirt. Your hand raises my skirt and you lightly pat my ass as I remove my lips from your cheek.

"Did you get everything done, my sweet?" I step back and look at you as you smile. "You fit the innocent role well, my slut. I love the pig tails." You clear your throat and walk away from me as I continue to stand in one place. "Let me go get a few things and see if you accomplished your chores. Finish reading your chapter. I'll be right back."

After I watch you head up the stairs I know you're headed for the bedroom and I know our bed has not been made. This will definitely displease you. I find myself reading the one line over and over again as I hear your footsteps walking from room to room checking my work. I know the wet towels are on the floor as well as my toothbrush and cup out of place. 

Your footsteps touch the landing and you begin to descend on the stairway and I hear you begin to clear your throat once again. The swinging door to the kitchen is pushed open by you and I hear drawers open and slam shut. Almost too soon you are standing behind me with the wooden spoon in your hand.

"What is the reason all of those things were not attended to? Last time I checked you were able to clean up after yourself." I felt my face go red and buried my face deeper into the book as I tried to get the gumption to speak.

"I left work late and tried to get ready before you came home. I figured those things could wait until I saw you."

"Were those my instructions? No! Working late is no reason." Your hand tilts my head back and our eyes meet and you stare hard into my eyes. "Put that book down and get your ass up there and tend to those chores now! I will order dinner since you must've forgotten that as well." I closed the book and walked around the couch. When I walk behind you, you hit my ass sharply with the wooden spoon. I gasp and you chuckle. "There's more where that came from. Hurry your ass back here or you won't be getting any pleasure from me for a very long time."

I ran upstairs and began to clean throwing the soaked towels in the laundry shoot and cleaned the rest of the bathroom. I went into the bedroom and started to make the bed as I heard you on the phone ordering dinner. My cunt was so warm I had to feel how wet I had gotten since you had gotten home. I slipped my right hand down my panties and felt the wetness seeping out of me. I brought my fingers to my lips and tasted them as I heard you call my name. I fixed my panties and hurried down the stairs to find you standing there. 

You hold your hand out to me and I take it as you kiss my fingers. I begin to get nervous hoping you do not smell my scent on my fingers. 

"Did you touch yourself while you were upstairs?" I shake my head no and you shake your head in disbelief. "I can smell your sweet cunt. Bend over!" You point to the couch and I bend over the back of the couch and you follow me. I feel your hands on my back slide down to my hips and you raise the skirt and press your fingers into my soaked panties. 

You start to manipulate my cunt and you bend over me and I feel the hardness of your cock against my cunt. Your place a few kisses on the back of my neck and then you stand up. I do not feel a touch from you before I feel the sting of the wooden spoon on my right ass cheek. As I scream you rub my ass cheek.

"Count them, slut. You're getting 5 slaps each ass cheek for all the things you didn't do and the one thing you did do. Not running the dirty dishes not getting run through the cycle. The bed not being made. The wet towels on the floor. Your toothpaste on the counter. Last, but certainly not least touching your pussy before I gave permission. So that's how many hits you're getting, slut?" "Twenty-five?"

"Yes, slut. You'll be getting twenty-five hits. Can you handle that, slut?"

"I deserve it." 

"Yes you do. Only twenty-four more to go."

You began to administer the hits with the wooden spoon. Every cheek received five hit. My ass feels like it's on fire. The only break I received was when the door rang and it was the delivery boy. I was forced to answer it with my red bum stinging each time the cotton rubbed against it. The delivery boy looked at my tear stained face and whispered,

"Do you need help, Ma'am?" I cleared my throat and said,

"No, thank you." I handed him a forty and told him to keep the change. I wondered if he had seen my hard nipples through this thin shirt and as I turn around I see you walk around the couch to sit on it. 

"Bring the food into the kitchen and then get back in here to finish this off." 

I obey his orders and find myself breathing sharply as my ass hurts more with every step. I place the Chinese food on the table and walk back and lay on your lap for the last five blows. As you raise my skirt with one hand your other hand lays on my warm ass. You grab the elastic and pull it down over my ass and the cool air in the house touches my hot flesh. 

Your hand lands hard on my ass and you rub my ass softly and then I feel your hand slip between my legs and you find my soaked cunt. The wetness has spread to my thighs and you slide a finger into my cunt and wiggle it around making my hips grind against you. You offer me your finger and I suckle on it as you smack my ass with your other hand. 

The twenty fifth hit leaves me fresh out of air and you let me catch my breath as you slide the panties down to my ankles. 

"Stand up, slut." I do so ever so slowly and you hold my hand as I step out of my wet panties. You stand up in front of me and begin to unbutton my shirt. I can see the hardness of your cock as I look down to see your hands unbuttoning my shirt. 

As my shirt falls open revealing my breasts you grab them and rub your thumbs over my hard nipples. I lay my head back and feel your mouth on my left breast biting down on my nipple. 

"On your knees!" You say as my nipple falls from your mouth. I kneel on the carpeting and you unzip your pants. I see your hard cock. Your pre cum is at the tip and I like my lips. You bring your cock to my mouth and I lick the head of your cock. I roll my tongue over the head of your cock and suck the pre cum into my mouth as I enjoy your taste on my tongue. You hold my face in your hands as our eyes meet and I smile with your cock in my hand.

I bring your cock to my mouth and I run my tongue around your cock. My hands are grabbing your ass cheeks and I squeeze them harder digging my nails into your skin. My mouth begins to suckle the head of your cock licking the slit nice and slow. I love the sound you're making as I do this. Your hands take mine in them and you bring them to your balls as I begin to massage them you slide your cock deeper into my mouth. Then tip of your cock brushes against the back of my throat. I gag and you mumble, "Take it deep, slut." Your hands grab onto my on my pig tails guiding my mouth on your cock back and forth as my tongue drags up and down your shaft. I squeeze your balls harder. Your cock is so stiff and hot in my mouth. I almost gag as you begin to fuck my mouth harder. "Take it you slut. Take this cock and suck it dry. I'm gonna shoot my cum deep into your throat you little disobedient slut. I want you to swallow every fucking drop. You hear me? Ugghhhhhhh!" You cum shoots into the back of my mouth and I swallow every drop as it hits the back of my throat. I'm on my knees swallowing what's left of your cum in my mouth and you zip up your pants. 

You reach out for me and help me to my feet and give me a deep kiss and I hold you closer to me as your cool hands touch my still warm ass. With my hands on your back you bring your hand to my pussy and feel how wet my pussy still is. I hear you moan as you break away from me and walk toward the kitchen and adjust your pants zipping them closed. I follow you slowly and you bring me a glass of water and kiss my forehead. 

"You were good tonight, slut." I smile as you pull the chair out for me to sit on. You grab my skirt and lift it up as I sit down on my bare ass.

"Thank you. So were you." I smile again this time adding a wince as my ass adjusts to the wooden seat.

Your eyes stare into me as you light a couple of the candles on our table. The bottle of wine pops as you open it to pour me a glass and sit down. We begin to have dinner like it is any other night of the week and just came home from a long day of work. 

I see your eyes linger on my breasts. The candle light flickering against my skin must be catching your attention and I smile on the inside knowing I have pleased you. Knowing deep down that spanking me for not doing the chores was what you had wanted to do regardless of how you truly felt about chores not being done. You're not as picky about the bed not being made, dirty dishes in the dishwasher or my tooth brush being out of place. The wet towels I know displeases you, but not enough for a spanking such as the one I received. I know you loved administering a spanking to my virgin ass.

Once dinner is over you stand up and kiss my forehead as you walk upstairs. I know you're going into the shower and I am to clean up the dinner mess before joining you in our room. Before you turn into the bathroom I hear you call down the stairs.

"While you clean remove all clothing and then come up as soon as you are finished." I do as I am told and lay my skirt over the chair as well as my shirt. I begin to put the newly dirty dishes away as well as the wine bottle back in the fridge. Once the table is cleared I start the dishwasher and blow out the candles. As I walk up the stairs my ass cheeks feel wonderful with the cool breeze touching it yet the burn is still there. I can still feel the wetness between my thighs and I cannot wait to see what you have planned for me next. 

I find you on the bed still dripping wet onto our carpet and I smile as I walk over to you. The wetness from your skin trickles on mine as you bend down to kiss my lips. Your hands find my red and sore ass and I know you're most likely staring at our reflection in the mirror. You always tell me how you like to see our naked reflections intertwined together. 

I feel your chin rest on my shoulder and you kiss my neck softly over and over again leading to where my shoulder curves to my arm. Then you kiss back toward my neck and bite down a bit. My hand lays on the back of your head while I wrap my other hand around your body holding you closer to me. Nibbling at my neck I feel sexier by the second. You walk backwards and then spin me around and push me onto the bed. I fall onto the bed and motion you to me. 

The bed caves around my body as you climb on top of me and your lips land on my neck once again. I want you so badly as your lips trail down my neck and over to my lips kissing me fully. You cradle my face in your hand and your thumb is running over my cheek as your fingertips tease my neck. My arm wraps around your back and I begin to dig my nails into your back as I open my legs to envelope your body. You pull your lips from mine and smile down at me as you take out my pig tails. 

You kiss my lips again and move your mouth south heading toward my breasts. I feel your teeth nip at my nipples lightly and then a hard bite as you tug on my nipple. At first you tug softly and let my breast fall. Then you bite again and tug harder and further away as I whimper under you and then I feel your hand on my shaved pussy. It gets wetter under your touch and I run my fingers through your hair. You run your fingers along the inside of my cunt lips and trace along the inside. I raise my hips and grab my breast and my hips rotate as you finger my cunt. You raise your hand to my mouth and I suck on your fingers as you offer them to me. After I suck your fingers dry you climb off of me and pull out the wooden spoon that I swore I saw you leave on the coffee table.

"Spread your legs. Hold them under your knees and tightly toward your body." I do as I am told and I see your smile grow as you see my soaked cunt opened completely to you. We had discussed spanking my pussy earlier this week and now I'm having second thoughts. I was completely open and was desperately afraid of the pain that might come at this angle.

Your hand rubs my cunt and you begin to slap it lightly. My hips wiggle more enticing a smirk out of you and you bend over to kiss the inside of my cunt. I open my legs more trying to see your head between my legs. I feel your tongue slide over my cunt stopping at my clit as you circle it. Then your mouth clamps down on it and I release my legs and place a hand on your head holding it in place. You fuck my cunt with your tongue and my hips are writhing against you. 

You crawl up to my mouth and kiss my lips and I taste myself on you and enclose your body with my arms and legs holding you close to me. I feel your cock growing harder as you lay above me kissing me. My wetness on your chin, your lips, and tongue. You roll over next to me and take my right leg into your left arm and your right hand starts to play with my pussy hitting it ever so lightly while watching my hips try to move my pussy away from the hit. You begin to tap my pussy lightly with the spoon and then a few harder hits. You then placed the spoon on my stomach and rubbed the sting out of my cunt. Your fingers slipping between my lips teasing my soaked cunt and I want you more now than ever before. The feeling of your fingers between my silky cunt lips was enough to send me over the edge but I knew it would be better the longer I waited. You repeat this at least five times before I begin to moan.

"I'm going to cum soon, lover." That statement is followed by a dropping spoon and a kiss on my lips. I reach for your hard cock as you kiss me I rub your hard shaft and rub my thumb over the tip feeling your wetness as I bring it to my mouth. You climb on top of me once again and slide your hard cock into my hot cunt. My cunt is hot and my wetness is seeping out of my insides all because of what your hands can do to me. You slide your cock deep inside of me and I scream,

"Fuck me harder! Make me cum all over you! Fuck me....please.....fuck me harder....make me cum." 

A smirk appears on your face and you make me fuck you with my hips. As you lay there on top of me I rock my hips back and forth wrapping my legs around you. 

"You're so hot, slut. I want to cum deep inside of this cunt. Do you want my cum shooting deep inside of you?"

"Ohmigod – yes! I want you to explode inside of me. I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me." You kiss my lips and start to fuck my cunt hard. I know by morning I'll be raw but I love feeling raw from your cock. There's no other feeling a woman enjoys more than being reminded of a wonderful night in bed with a man she cares deeply for. 

You slide your cock out and then slam your cock harder into me. You put my left leg over your shoulder and slam your cock into my cunt. I held you close to me as you fucked my cunt raw. The sound of my soaked cunt getting fucked by your cock is sending me over the edge. I listen as you fill my cunt fully with your cock and your balls are slapping against my sore ass. 

"I'm going to cum." I say as I meet your thrusts with my hips. 

"Cum, baby. Cum all over my hard cock. I'm going to shoot my load so deep inside of you. I want your cunt clinging to me as I do so. Cum, slut. Cum for me – cum for daddy." That comment throws me over the edge and I can't hold back any longer. My cunt squeezes around your cock tightly and I begin to shake and spasm underneath your body. I feel your cock harden more inside of me as I cum all over your cock. I feel the warmth shoot deep inside of my cunt. The warmth spreading through out my cunt. The feeling of your cock twitching inside of me feels amazing. I love the warmth of your cock as you fill me deep. You collapse on top of me and kiss my lips as I hold your head to my breast. We catch our breaths as I feel your cock soften in my cunt and slowly disappear. We both fall asleep in this position. Both completely exhausted. We fall asleep in each other's wetness. Knowing full well we'll have to shower again. But that's another story – for another time.



A School Reunion



Scene 1 - The Invitation

Louise hadn't been sure about coming to this school reunion, not sure at all. She hadn't been anywhere near her old school for over 20 years, didn't really know anybody there anymore - and to be honest, she didn't have much desire to meet any of her old friends anyway.

Life had changed for Louise in the 20 or so years since she had left school. She had become successful in business, and was now quite the prim and proper conservatively dressed business woman. Just over 5 foot tall, she had one style and it worked for her, simple black dresses which complemented her shoulder length hair, her deep brown eyes, her smiling face and her figure which was always discreetly hidden under her too high necklines and her knee length hems. She had gloriously full breasts and a pair of shapely legs which just gave a hint of what else was under that dress, not that anybody would know.

At school things had been different, Louise had enjoyed the attentions of many men, but that was all history now, she didn't even remember any of it.

Louise had bumped into Andy by chance in a railway train travelling home from London after a business trip. She had no clue about who the good looking man was across the carriage, who kept glancing at her, she was quite carried away working on her laptop, listening to rap on her headphones. As the train pulled out of Basingstoke, he switched seats to be opposite her.

"Excuse me" said Andy, "aren't you Louise, who used to go to school in Leeds? I'm Andy, I was Head Boy there, we were never in the same class, but I'm sure I recognise you."

"Pardon" said Louise, " what are you talking about?"

"Yes, it is you" laughed Andy, "how could anybody forget your smiling face and voice. How are you? It must have been years since any of us have seen you."

"Do I know you?" replied Louise, " I'm dreadfully sorry, but I don't have the best memory in the world"

They got chatting, Louise didn't really remember who Andy was, but he was good company, dressed like her in business attire, handsome and was clearly successful and dare she admit it, he was quite charming. Nevertheless, she played along for around 30 minutes and pretended that she knew him as they chatted until he got off at Southampton.

"Oh" said Andy as the train pulled into his station, "are you coming to the school reunion in 5 weeks time?"

"I wouldn't think so" replied Louise, "I haven't been back for years"

"It'll be fun, give me your mobile number and I'll text you the details, quite a few of our year group will be there. You'll never believe it but 4 of our old teachers are still there too, they're a good bunch, you'll like them" said Andy.

Louise was a bit flustered by the whole conversation and scribbled her mobile on a scrap of paper and gave it to Andy as he got off.

"Bye" he said, "hope to see you in a few weeks then" he said as he opened the door and got off the train.

Louise kicked herself, "Why did I do that" she asked herself as the train pulled out of the station, "I don't know him, I don't think I remember him, why on earth did I give my mobile?" Still she reasoned that she would be unlikely to hear from him again and even if she did, she could ignore any texts. Reassured, she dozed off for the rest of the journey.

Scene 2 - The Pub

"Any of you remember Louise?" asked Andy at the pub.

He was with a group of his mates back in Leeds, Dave, Trevor, Keith and Dan were all teachers still at the school for over 25 years, all married, but not happily ever after. Chris was there too, he had been Andy's friend at Uni. They made an unlikely group of 6, 4 in there 50s, 2 much younger, but they used to go out once or twice a month.

"I don't either really", said Andy when he got no reply, "I think she may have been a bit of a goer at school, but I never got a go - so to speak. Nowadays, she looks great, but there's not much chance even of a flirting look let alone anything else, definitely little Miss Proper now."

"I'm always up for the challenge" said Dave, "there's nothing quite like taking a good sensible looking woman, and transforming her into a crazed slut desperate for cum and a good fucking, you know that! What does she look like?"

"5 foot, smiling face, brown eyes, shoulder length hair........." said Andy

"Cut the poetry" said Keith, " you know what we want to know"

"Ok, ok. I didn't even get a glance at her breasts, but under that dress, I suspect they are a good 36+, certainly large enough for us to share" he laughed. " Legs were shapely, slightly tanned, her knees were slightly apart, but I didn't get a view of her panties"

"She wouldn't be wearing them for long if she ever met us!!" said Dan chuckling.

"Nice red lips, mouth the right size and shape" continued Andy

"Yes, yes and her bum??" said Chris, "you know what I like".

"Didn't get a chance to see" said Andy, "but hey, you lot might, I invited her to the reunion. If we play our cards carefully, we could find out what is hidden beneath that dress. If we are really smart we might even get to party with her".

"Nice dream Andy", said Trevor, "she won't come just on the basis of seeing you, she needed a real man, like one of us to invite her. Shame though, I could do with some girl licking my dick, it's been a while, never mind."

Scene 3 - Getting changed

Why had she done this, Louise kept thinking to herself. This really wasn't her scene at all. But when she got the text from Andy, whom she'd met on the train, she found herself agreeing to go.

She was in the North anyway for a few days, everybody thought she'd be at a business dinner, but tonight she'd be back at school. To be honest, she was a bit intrigued by Andy, he had been rather a distant Head Boy, the sporty sort really who hung around with the boys. She'd never had a long conversation with him until the train the other week.

She chose her clothes carefully. It was roasting hot, the hottest night of the year so far. The reunion was at a local hotel and she thought that all of her ex-friends would dress up. She decided to go for simple. As she put on her underwear she looked at herself in the hotel room mirror. She wouldn't normally wear plain white underwear, but tonight she had bought some, a simple lowish cut bra and small panties, both made from a silky and smooth material. She looked great, she thought. Louise always got turned on by the sight and thought of being naked anyway, but the white set off her skin just right. Her breasts showed a touch more than she was used to and her small white pants looked full. She pulled the pants aside and looked in the mirror, "wow" she thought, the white of the pants contrasted against the pink of her skin, the dark hair of her pussy and the hint of red lips within, glistening with her juices. She looked hot, and felt hot.

"This won't do", she thought, "late again". She slipped on a red blouse, a new black skirt which was loose and flowing, just above the knee and a pair of black heels. "Not bad", she thought and noticed that as she walked across the room, the skirt was a little more flowing and higher then she would normally wear, you could glimpse her thighs as she walked - she saw this in the mirror and smiled inwardly.

"Must go" she thought and left for the party.

Scene 4 - Arrival

They were chatting at the bar, as usual, but hadn't started drinking yet, there was time for that later.

Dan saw her first. "Who or earth is that?" he asked the group, "this place is full of middle aged women, and look at her, what a stunner, she must be in the wrong place".

"That's Louise, I told you about her the other week" said Andy, "I wasn't really expecting her to show, but there she is".

Keith looked over at her and greedily looked at her tits. "Ok gang, we need a plan, Andy you go and talk to her, keep her company, nice and friendly. She doesn't seem to know anybody else yet. Don't try anything though, we'll play this nice and slow. I think we'll have a little entertainment with Louise by the end of this evening, what do you lot think?"

"I'm in" said Trevor.

"Me too" and Chris and Dave at the same time.

Dan just looked at her across the room, imagining his cock was already being encased by those lips and pumping in and out of Louise's mouth.

"He's in too", smiled Keith. "Right Andy off you go, we'll soon be seeing what this little girl is made of"

Scene 5 - Introductions

"Hi Louise, you made it! What a great surprise" said Andy as he walked to her.

She turned, looked up at him and smiled "Andy I think you might be the only person I know, how can that be?".

He bent down, and kissed her on the cheek, and as he did so, took a swift glance down her blouse. She only had two buttons undone, so the view was restricted, but he could see the start of what promised to be a nice pair of tits. Full, pink and ready to be sucked.

"You look great" Andy said, "I wouldn't have recognised you from 20 years ago".

"You look great yourself", said Louise, and she meant it. She felt a little flustered again, she felt surprised and a little ashamed that this man whom he hardly knew was having an affect on her. She felt a little guilty about her husband, who thought that she was at a business dinner, but here she was, back in her past, on her own - and feeling a more than a little horny.

She had no time to reflect though, Andy took her by the shoulder and pulled her to where the rest of the gang were.

"Do you remember any of these?" he asked, as he introduced Dave, Trevor, Keith and Dan. "They were teachers at the school, and sadly still are!!!"

"Hi guys", said Louise, "sorry but I've a dreadful memory, I don't remember any of you!!!!! Did you teach me?"

Dan laughed, "We're all too old to remember anything nowadays, so don't worry we won't be offended"

Trevor whispered to Dave, "we may not have taught her then, but we'll teach her a few things tonight....."

Keith said "would you like a drink?"

"No thanks" said Louise, "I don't drink"

Again Trevor muttered to Dan "you might be drinking my cum by the end of the evening, young lady".

Dan smiled, "yep, I think so".

Keith decided to speed things along a bit. Chris came over and Andy introduced him to Louise. As her turned to say hello, she bumped into Keith who quickly and expertly undid another button on her blouse. Now you could see the top of her bra and her gorgeous breasts peeping out of the top. Dave stared down at her and inwardly licked his lips, he imagined sucking on one tit, whilst someone sucked on the other.

Louise was surrounded by the six men, Andy was young and fit, as was Chris. The others were clearly older, but they were still good looking. She was enjoying herself as she chatted in the middle of the circle.

The room was getting busy and there wasn't much space. People were having to jostle in the noise as the disco stared, way too loud. The men, took the advantage of a quick touch here and there, a hand on her arm, a brush past her bum, nothing obvious, nothing she noticed. Neither did she notice another button get undone, so the her bra and the top of her soft creamy tits were now on display.

Keith said "have you ever been back to the school?, it's changed a bit, but somethings are the same. Its loud here, why don't we go to the school and show you around. Have you ever been inside the staffroom?"

"OK, that sounds fun, I don't know anybody here anyway" said Louise who was flustered again. It had been ages since a group of men had paid any attention to her.

"Come with us then", said Dan, "we'll go in my people carrier". He led the way out of the room.

A number of people turned to look as they left. They saw what Louise had missed. They saw a woman, blouse half undone, bra on display, leaving with 2 men and 4 teachers, all proudly displaying enormous erections in their trousers. "I hope she likes sex" said one girl to another, "because like it or not, she is going to get quite a bit tonight"

Scene 6 - The staffroom

"Is this it?" asked Louise "it's a bit small".

"Well us teachers have a hard life", said Trevor. "Sit down here, you'll be more comfortable".

There was a sofa, room enough for three, in front of a coffee table where Louise guessed that during the day there would be lots of books stacked ready for marking. She sat in the middle of the sofa, Chris and Andy sat either side of her, Keith sat on the other side of the table. Trevor, Dan and Dave sat on seats at the back of the room out of the way, but with a good view of what what about to happen.

Andy and Chris had chatted to her in the car, about her life, what she liked, she felt comfortable with them and enjoyed chatting with them. It was no surprise when Andy put his arm around her shoulder and drew her towards him. The others pretended not to notice and talked amongst themselves, all the while stealing glances.

Andy kissed her on the lips, he tasted good, she thought and let him.

After a few minutes, Chris began stroking her leg, Andy the same. Louise didn't seem to notice, or if she did, she didn't object. They stroked her legs and then pulled them apart slightly, to give Keith a view of her legs and pants, white, small and maybe a little bit damp he thought. The others watched silently, beginning to stroke their cocks through their trousers.

Andy took Louise's hand and guided it to his cock. He was hard, he was desperate, she was losing control of her actions and began a slight rubbing up and down, stroking his cock, pulsing in her hand, as they kissed. Chris began kissing her neck and ear, she moaned slightly. He undid the rest of the buttons of her blouse. Her tits looked great in her silky white bra. Trevor motioned to Chris and Andy to pull her legs wider apart, they both gently guided her knees apart as far as they would go, Louise's response was moan again and to begin rubbing Andy's cock harder.

"Would you like to lick my cock" whispered Andy into Louise's ear. It was more a statement than a question.

She looked into the eyes of the former Head Boy and nodded. "Will you do what I tell you?", asked Andy. Again she nodded, oblivious to the others in the room.

"Get on your hands and knees on this coffee table and face me", he said. She complied, her skirt riding up her things, not quite exposing her panties.

Andy stood in front and dropped his trousers and pants, his cock stood out and pointed right at he face. She looked, it looked gorgeous, a shiny head with a bead of pre-cum forming at the end. "Lick it" Andy commanded. She stuck out her tongue and licked the head all over before taking his helmet into her mouth and sucking.

The others all looked on with desire and then Keith acted. He stood up, unfastened her skirt at the waist and pulled it up her body to bunch around her midriff. He pulled her legs apart and then pulled her pants aside. Her pussy was on full show to all the men, but she hadn't noticed, or didn't care. He had a pair of scissors and cut her pants off, then pulled her hairy cunt lips apart to show the boys what was on offer. She looked gorgeous, pre-occupied in sucking Andy's cock, but with her cunt pulled apart to show her inner flaps, pink and inviting, her arse also looking a tasty treat.

Andy said to her "do you want my cock inside you?". "Yes" she longingly replied. "Well, here's the deal" he said, "I will, but not til my friends have had some fun first....."

She realised in shock that her pants had gone and she was on full display to all of them. She froze to the spot, too scared to speak, and only just made out Keith say "let's fuck her boys, fuck her hard and make her drink our cum", she heard the cheer though as her cunt lips got pulled wide apart and someone started licking her clit.

Scene 7 -- Demarcation

"Stop, stop", said Andy, "let's sort ourselves out here and see what we've got. Hold her in place whilst I have a look".

Dan, Dave and Trevor held Louise's arms and legs spread on the coffee table, she was still on all fours, with her blouse undone, skirt up at her waist, and black heels on. Her pants were on the floor, cut into two pieces.

Andy came and looked closely at her cunt and her puckered asshole. He licked gently, tasting both holes -- and smiling.

"Right you lot", he said, " get your clothes off and stand in a line over there".

They obeyed him, took all of their clothes off and stood in a line together, leaving a space for him in the middle. He did the same and joined them.

"Louise", he instructed, "look at what you are about to get".

She looked at them. Chris and Andy were in the middle, both were slim, 5ft 11 ish, fair hair, not very hairy bodies, pink skin, but most importantly, both had cocks, average length, but standing up proudly. They had both rolled their foreskins back and both had red helmets, glistening in the light. Their cocks looked gorgeous, and despite her predicament, Louise was desperate to touch, hold and taste them.

The others were a slightly different prospect....4 older teachers, shorter in height, a bit paunchy around the middle and very hairy, even with their cocks standing to attention they were a rather less appealing prospect.

"Stand up and take all your clothes off in front of us", commanded Andy. What could she do? She could run, she could fight, she could scream, but..... those two gorgeous cocks, she really wanted them.

Louise stood up, removed her blouse and just stood there in bra and shoes. "Hurry up and take your fucking bra off, we want to see your tits" said Dan. She reached back and undid the strap and let her bra fall to the floor.

Her tits were large, full and made to be sucked. Her nipples were a dark pink and stood out slightly. All the men drooled at the prospect of grabbing a handful of her breast. Her legs were apart, pert bum sticking out at the back, her pussy was hairy at the front, but from where they were, they couldn't see her the entrance to her holes.

"Find me something to write with", Andy said to Dan. He found a stick of red chalk. Andy walked over to Louise and drew on her. A band around her left leg, just above the knee. Then he repeated by drawing a band in red chalk around her right leg at the same height. "What are you doing?" asked Trevor.

Andy didn't reply, but then drew a band around Louise's waist, just below her belly button.

She stood there, marked up with chalk, just wearing her heels.

"Here are the rules", Andy said to the others, "if you don't like it, fuck off now and leave.

"Trevor, Dan, Dave and Keith. Louise is ours, Chris's and mine. You can have the parts of her body above the waist and the legs below the knee. The bits in-between the chalk lines, her groin, her bum, her pussy, her thighs, these bits are for Chris and I only" 

"You must be joking" said Trevor.

"Nope" said Andy, " that's all that's on offer tonight. Take it or leave it."

"Why are the knees and calves ours?" asked Dan

"Easy" said Chris, " can't you guess? So that two of you can hold her legs spread apart whilst I fuck her up the arse".

Louise heard this and shuddered, she had never been taken anally before, she had no idea what this would feel like.

Keith shrugged his shoulders "beggars can't be choosers, come on Dave, you grab her left tit and I'll have her right tit. Let's get on with it........"

Scene 8 -- And so it starts

They pulled me over to the sofa, two of them held me down and started sucking on my tits. They sucked my nipples into their mouths and teased them with their tongues. Then they tried to suck more and more of my breasts into their hungry mouths until they each had a mouth full of titmeat.

I was on the sofa, two either side of me devouring my breasts and then I felt my legs being spread again. A tongue began lapping my cunt with a wild fury. Up and down on my clit, the rasp of its surface stimulating me. Faster and faster it went, and I began to lose it. I shut my eyes.




A School Reunion



Then I felt a weight on my face and an unusual smell. I opened my eyes just in time to see someones bum above me and then his arsehole decend onto my mouth. It was disgusting and gorgeous at the same time. His arse was smothering my face and all I could hear was "lick his arse, lick his arse" over and over again in my ears. I inserted my tongue into his hole, it opened slightly and in my tongue went, at least 1cm into his hole. Whoever it was seemed to go wild, rubbing his arse over my face, my nose, my tongue.

I was experiencing things I had never felt before, my clit was getting licked, my tits eaten, my mouth abused, and unexpectedly, I was in heaven. My lower body started to quiver, I couldn't help it, the boys sensed it and licked and sucked harder. Then I came, for the first time that night.

The tongue left my clit and I got pulled down off of the sofa until I was sitting on what I thought was a cushion. Someone opened my mouth and in slid a cock, it thrust in and out, not far, not uncomfortably, but however you think about it, I was definitely getting my mouth fucked.

That was no cushion though, it was a face, no-idea whose, but probably Chris's. His mouth opened and his tongue started licking my anus, round and round my little hole, harder and harder in pressure each time, until he jabbed his tongue right into my little hole. I couldn't believe it, his tongue went right into my arsehole, like he was trying to lick me out from the insides. It was gorgeous, I almost came on the spot again.

The cock in my mouth thrust in and out, a tongue was up my arse, Then I got pulled back, my arms above my head, the tongue still up my arse, the cock filling my mouth,. I must have been leaning back against something or someone, and finally, at last, a cock thrust deep into my waiting cunt, deep, deep and hard he thrust. I came again, I couldn't help myself.

Scene 9 -- Harder and harder

It's funny, but you know when a night is going to be good when you see how a girl responds when you lick her arse. Louise seemed to love it, she was clearly out of control, her body quivering beneath us.

She looked absolutely gorgeous at that point, leaning back against Dan, Trevor standing over her face with his cock in her mouth. She was sitting on Chris's face with his tongue up her arse and Andy had just climbed on top and thrust his cock deep within her cunt. Her feet, still in her black heels, were astride on Chris's head.

Then Andy stepped up a gear and began to mercilessly pound Louise's cunt harder and harder with his cock. 

Oh boy, was this party about to start......... 

I wanted a closer look, so bent down onto the floor. Andy's cock was clearly stretching her cunt wide open, the lips struggled to take his girth and as he thrust in, you could see her cunt lips ripple around him. But as he withdrew each time, it was as if her pussy was gripping him too tight and it seemed like, ever so slightly, her pussy was being pulled out a bit. God, was that erotic, I had never seen anything quite like it. Her juices were lubricating the shaft of his dick as he pounded in and out. 

Andy stopped. He told me to get at the other end and instructed Louise to get on all fours. She did, her mouth was by the end of my cock.

"Fuck her mouth", he told me. I didn't need any further encouragement and placed the end of my cock between her lips. Any hope she had of a gentle blow job was stopped though as Andy thrust hard into her cunt from behind, doggystyle at the same time. Our two cocks penetrated her cunt and mouth simultaneously and her body shook under the impact. She tried to cry out, but couldn't make a noise with my dick filling her mouth. Thrust after thrust we kept up the rhythm, in, out, in, out, showing her no mercy.

"Don't come" Andy said to me, "we need that for something, swop with someone else when you are too close". After a few minutes I did and watched as Louise was spit-roasted between two dicks.

Chris was lying on the floor next to the action, with his cock pointed straight up in the air. Clearly they had planned what was coming next.

Andy told Trevor and I to each grab a leg and arm and lift her up between us. We did. He then told us to position Louise over Chris's dick, with her arsehole just touching the tip of his helmet. We lifted over in position. Then he told us to keep her upright, but no longer to support her weight. Trevor and I looked at each other, confused. But then I got it, we were to let Louise's own weight impale her anus on Chris's cock.

As we let go, she started to struggle, but we kept her in position. Everytime she wiggled she sank down onto his cock a little bit more. This was great, her eyes rolling inside her head as bit by bit her arse took all of Chris's bell end. She slid down a little more, but by that time Dan lost patience just watching.

"What's the point of telling us we only get the top half and that we don't use it?" he said.

Dan walked over, placed his hands on Louise's shoulders and pushed down hard so that the entire length of Chris's dick was up her arsehole. "That's better" he said, "now you two get lost out of the way", we did.

Louise was squatting on Chris's dick her back to his face, his cock up her bum, her tits hanging there invitingly. This was too much for Dan and we heard a whack as he slapped Louise's right tit, and again as he slapped the other one, he twisted her nipples and as she opened her mouth to protest he thrust his cock in her mouth and fucked her.

Scene 10 -- Double Up

Dan and Chris had their cocks in her mouth and arse, but Andy wasn't satisfied.

He instructed them to stop and then did something really odd.

He go onto his knees with his knees a foot or two apart and leant back so that his back was arched and his hands were on the floor behind him, supporting him. His cock was pointing straight up in the air. 

Then Chris did the same, facing him, their cocks only about 1 inch apart, almost touching, both pointed upwards. Trevor muttered, "that looks a bit gay, not sure about this". The two men were facing each other, presenting their cocks together, backs arched away from each other.

"I get it" said Dave and he dragged Louise over, got Keith's help, lifted her up and held her between Chris and Andy, cunt over one cock, arse over the other. And then down she went, two cocks sliding up her fuckholes at the same time, no stopping this time, they went all the way in. 

When both cocks were deep within her, Chris and Andy got back up and held her tight, her tits squashed against Chris and her upper body held in place by the two of them. Then he began a thrusting motion, alternately. As Chris's cock came out of her cunt, Andy's went up her arse. Then Andy withdrew as Chris piled into her cunt. In and out, in a see-sawing motion, she was fucked, helplessly, like a rag doll.

"You lot can wank", instructed Andy, "but no-one is to come yet. This one needs some special treatment........"

Andy and Chris continued with their double fucking, relentlessly in and out of Louise's arse and cunt. Then she began to make some deep guttural moaning noises, almost inhuman, a low lustful groan. The men stopped their thrusting, unsure of what was happening, to their surprise Louise began moving up and down their cocks, impaling herself, rocking her body on the two rock hard tools inside of her, desperate for more, for deeper penetration of her body. She needed the movement of them both inside of her, readjusting her vagina and rectum on every thrust and wanted more, she had become addicted to the hard fucking she was getting.

Andy and Chris saw her need and started fucking her again, but harder and harder this time. Then Louise's body started shaking and quivering as a huge orgasm started. Her cunt and her arse contracted around the boys cock, her whole pelvis pulsated and fluid leaked out of her cunt. For 20 seconds she was completely lost in a lustful orgasm.

She came to rest, still at last, with the two cocks inside. None of the men had yet cum, they all watched expectedly.

Scene 11 -- Stretched

Keith and Dan lifted Louise off and laid her back on the coffee table. She lay there on her back and the two off them lifted her legs high and wide, her two holes on display.

Trevor and Dave each grabbed a tit and squeezed, Louise moaned.

Andy had lubed up his hand and they all knew what was to happened next, all except Louise. She was about to be fisted.

Andy started with two fingers, then three, inside her cunt, twisting and wriggling his hand inside. Louise started thrusting her body to take his hand. He inserted his 4th finger, still twisting his hand in and out, cheered on by the rest.

"Fist that cunt", "give it to her harder', "more, more" were the cheers.

Andy added his thumb and soon Louise's cunt was taking all 4 fingers and his thumb, Andy pressing gently, but insistently.

Then Louise's ravaged cunt started to give and Andy's whole hand started to get sucked in, past the knuckles and in up to his wrist. A loud cheer went up as the sight of this beautiful woman stretched out with a hand filling her cunt began to sink in. None of them had ever seen anything like it.

Andy curled up his hand into a fist inside of her and started twisting it around. She came again, this time with a violent bucking motion, and a clear fluid seeped out over his hand, she was almost crying with lust and desire.

Andy pulled out his fist, her cunt was open, but he could see that she was not yet spent. He ordered two of the men to flip her onto her belly and pull her arse cheeks apart.

"Right you lot, you've been good, now time for your reward", he said "first we make her arse gape open. One after one, we'll stick our cocks in for 2 or 3 thrusts and pull out, then the next has a go".

They did this, led off by Chris. Each of them buried their cock deep in her arse, thrust 2 or 3 times and then pulled out. By the time the 6th person had had a go, they noticed that her arse no longer closed fully when the cock got pulled out. They each had another go, and then another. By this time, Louise's arse was gaping wide open, she could go longer control herself.

They boys stopped to look. Two of them held her bum wide apart and they looked deep into her arse. Her anus was pulsing open and closed, and looked red and sore, the guys were dumbstruck, they had turned this woman into a fuck toy, and she had seemed to love every second of it. They had double penetrated her and now raped her arse.

Andy said, "that looks a bit sore, it needs some special lotion. Chris and I will hold her arse open, you lot are to aim your dicks down the hole and shoot your cum inside."

Andy and Chris both inserted two fingers into her arse and pulled gently until her hole was just over an inch open. Trevor went first, put the end of his dick just by the open arse and fired 6 loads of cum down inside. The men cheered, Louise knew what was happening and moaned, she needed their cum inside her.

Dan went next, then Dave, followed by Keith. Over 20 shots of hot cum flowed down into her arse.

Andy and Chris let go, her arse remained wide open and Chris fired his load in too.

Andy went last. He climbed on top of her, put his whole weight on her body and thrust his cock deep down inside her bowels. He stirred in around and withdrew. His cock was coated with the cum of the five other men, but he himself hadn't cum yet.

They placed Louise on her knees, held her head up to his cock and opened her mouth. She could see Andy's cock in front of her, coated and dripping with cum.

"Lick it" said Andy.

She was lost in lust and licked the cum off of his helmet, the taste of 5 men's cum mixed with the juices from her own arse almost sent her over the edge. The men held her lower jaw open, her tongue was out and then Andy let go. The first cum shot landed on her mouth, the second right into the back of her throat. He leant back a touch, the third and fourth blasted her face and for the last two, he put his dick right inside her mouth for its whole length as the men held her face whilst his pulsing cock finished injecting his hot cum down her throat.

Louise was shattered, she slumped forwards, cum dribbling out of her mouth and out of her arse.

It had never been like this in the sixth form. She wished it had been.



A Schoolboy's Fantasy



As with all my stories, you must be over 18 and unoffended by graphic descriptions of consenting sex between adults. I know this story is unfinished. This is the first time I’ve written a story from someone else’s perspective and by request. I’m not sure if I’ll continue it. Please feel free to leave me feedback or message me and let me know what you think. If I get enough positives, I will work on getting the rest of the story done. Thank you. ~ Angel

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It’s amazing sometimes, the thoughts and feelings that one can conjure up just by remembering a certain time. For me, it’s always high school. The smell of fall takes me back to my senior year; the first time I had to take Mrs. Hadley’s geography class. I hated geography, and hoped to just breeze by. Unfortunately, she sat us alphabetically. Usually that’s not a problem. She decided to do it in reverse order and so suddenly, my “Whyet” last name brought me front and center. So much for back row goof-offs. 

I found I didn’t mind this so much. It’s amazing how little it takes to set off a teenager’s mind in the perverted fashion. She was younger than most my teachers. I heard she was only in her mid-20’s. She had this long dark hair she wore up in a soft bun and these eyes that were like liquid smoke. Her skin was a dark crème and I felt like when she looked at me, my knees melted. I know, I know. I’m 18… I’m a teenage boy, anything turns me on, right? But when she’d come into class with her skirts on and turn around, letting them move and show her stockings, I could count on some kind of amazing boner to pop up. 

I found myself fantasizing about her, about her under things and her likes and dislikes. She was always the victim in my fantasies. I’d find her stranded on the highway and offer her a ride, and she’d repay me with a blowjob. Sometimes it was her caught doing something she shouldn’t, and I’d get to fuck her to keep me quiet. I would cum hard and fast, hiding in the shower or under my covers after everyone went to bed. Sometimes in class, she’d look at me with that knowing grin and I’d swear she knew that all she had to do was lick those lips and I’d get a hard-on. 

The class was full of the usual assortment of jokesters and brains. I always fell somewhere in the middle. I wasn’t a jock, so I didn’t have to worry about making the grade, and learning was something I did better outside. School progressed without any major problems for the first 9 weeks. I thought I was doing ok. I stayed awake… predominately by daydreaming about having sex with her! Furthermore, I didn’t talk back, and most of the time I did some of the homework, but only after thinking about fucking her! 

One day though, I fell asleep and I guess my dreams got the best of me. I had a hard-on that a cat couldn’t scratch. When I woke up, the bell was ringing and Ms. Hadley was staring at me. I tried to cover it up with my books as I stood up, my face was burning and I knew it was red. How could I have fallen asleep?!? I knew what happened when I thought about her. As I was walking out, she stopped me, calling my name and asking me to come to her office after school. She didn’t look happy. I spent the rest of the day uneasy, wondering what she could do about what had happened. 

Finally, the 3:05 bell rang and I walked down the hallway to her office. As she was new, it wasn’t the best one in the hall, set down at the end, no windows and next to the size of a broom closet, but she had livened it up in ways only female teachers can manage. I knocked, nervous, and waited. 

“Come in,” I heard her say. I pushed open the door and entered. She was sitting at her desk, grading papers. She looked up when I entered. “Hello Marcus. Please, sit down,” she motioned toward the chair on the other side of her. I sat, folding my hands in front of me and putting my book bag on my lap. 

“Do you know why I asked you to meet me after class here?” she asked. 

My mind leapt to lots of answers I’d love to hear, but none I’m sure would make her happy. 

“Um, n-n-no,” I stuttered, nervous as hell. My palms were sweating like crazy. I tried to wipe them on my jeans without her noticing. 

“Marcus, I’ve noticed you dozing off in class like that several times in the past few weeks. Each time, you stay asleep longer and seem to have… difficulty waking up correctly.” I noticed her cheeks were tinged with pink as she stumbled over saying I woke up with a hard on. “Is there some kind of problem at home, I should know about?” 

My ears turned bright red. What should I say? ‘Hi teach, no problems… just that you make my dick hard and I beat off in the bathroom thinking about you?’

She coughed. 

“Marcus, I don’t know,” she paused and sighed. “Look, I don’t know what’s going on at home, but your grades are being affected by your... ah... day dreaming, so to speak. I think you need to focus on what’s important to you right now. You have to be careful, you are close to getting a ‘D.’”

A ‘D’? Me? I mean, yeah… I fell asleep… but almost failing? I opened my mouth and she held up a finger. I sat back, frustrated and upset. She licked her lips. 

“Ah, perhaps you would be interested in extra credit? There are tutoring programs available….” her voice trailed off. She watched my flushed face. I swear I saw her eyes dart to my lap as I fidgeted. Did she flush? Was it my imagination? Did her cheeks look pink and heated? God, she was so hot! 

I leaned forward and stood up. I had to try, I had to, even if it got me in trouble. 

“Look, Ms. Hadley, I don’t want to do any tutoring with some student who’s going to laugh at me. Don’t you think you could find a way to help me out? I promise I’ll try to stay awake and work harder on my home work.…” I let my voice trail off and stared hard at her. Her eyes darted to my crotch. Since I was standing up, this was basically eye level. She took a deep breath. She looked up at me and caught me staring down her shirt. Had I mentioned her breasts? Oh my god, they were perfect. I don’t know if they were real or not but they were shaped like perfect little melons, tight and full and high. 

She stood up. “Sit down now, Mr. Whyet, before I call someone to come and remove you!” She was flushed and breathing heavier. “What exactly is it there that you think I can do for you? You don’t pay attention, you don’t do the required reading, you don’t always do your homework and you barely pass the tests! You’re not giving good enough effort! There doesn’t seem to be much else I could do for you.” I blushed as she paused and sighed. Summer school for sure was my only option.

She walked around to where I was sitting and faced me. Taking my hand in hers, she leaned forward, gapping that blouse right where her cleavage started! Oh my god, I could see her tits! She looked at me. “I want to help you, I hate the thought of a student of mine not passing.”

She was looking right at me, her hands were perilously close to brushing my cock, which was hard and throbbing, and her lips were parted, like she was thinking of kissing me. I could have cum, hard as ever, right then. She slowly started to slide her hand up my palm. What was she doing? Did she realize what she was getting closer to…? I gulped and wiggled a little. Wrong thing to do, I guess. In wiggling, her hand slid off mine and onto my jean-clad leg. I could feel her heat burning through to my thigh. My cock lurched in response and I jerked a little, gasping. She looked up at me and our eyes locked. I think she did know. 

I kept my eyes glued to hers as I felt her hot hand slide up my thigh. My palms were flat on the tops of my thighs, I could feel myself breathing in and out and hear every single pump of blood as it pounded through my body. My heart felt like it was going to explode. What was she doing??!?!! She was TOUCHING ME!! 

‘Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh! Oh! Oh!’ was all that was going through my mind. I couldn’t think straight and I was frozen. 

She didn’t remove her eyes from mine as her hand finally covered my hard dick. I could feel her nails on me as she slowly rubbed up and down my length. I was in Nirvana. She blinked and I saw her lick her lips as she finally broke eye contact to look down. I, too, looked down. Her hand, softly creamy, with its nicely painted nails, was sliding up and down my jeans covering my dick and reaching between my thighs to tease against my balls. My legs were open? I didn’t remember that. Her other had was stroking my side and arm, just slowly running up and down. I looked down at it, and watched it slide up under my t-shirt. 

“Do you want me to... stop?” she asked softly, her hand never moving off me. Stop? STOP? Was she nuts? No, I didn’t want her to stop! This was like a living fantasy! I wanted her to keep on touching me, to strip me naked, to use my body, to fuck me crazy like I was her little bitch!

“Um, n-n-no, no I don’t want you to... aahhh... stop, please….” The last word came out as a whisper as she slowly started to reach for my top button. Do you remember button fly jeans? I do. I loved them. I wore them constantly. I could feel her fingers fumbling with the buttons, my dick hard and the tip wet as she did. Should I help her? Did she want my help? Was I making a mistake? Probably, but no way in hell was I going to stop her. 

Suddenly I realized what an idiot I was. I was sitting spread-eagled in my teacher’s office, her hands on my dick and at the clasp, mine lying akimbo at my sides. Why wasn’t I touching back? If she had the nerve to touch me, I certainly could touch back. I reached up and touched her hair. She always had it up and I wanted to see it down. I started taking out the pins and it slowly slid down her cheek and over her chest. I ran my hands down with it, tugging lightly. She didn’t stop undoing my pants. 

Lifting my ass to help her, she slid my jeans down a bit and tugged on my tighty whiteys. My cock was throbbing and my hands were shaking and I felt nervous and sick to my stomach while being so excited I could hardly breathe, all at the same time. I felt her hot breath on my underwear-covered dick and I moaned. She looked up at me as I ran my hands through her hair. She smiled and started to push them down. I lifted my ass, again, and then they were on my thighs and her breath was hitting the hair on my crotch. 

I looked down and watched with amazement as her hand with its soft fingers grabbed my dick, which was rock hard, and started to stroke it. My hands dug into her hair and I know my hips moved closer. I didn’t want to push her, but I felt like if I didn’t feel her mouth on my dick soon, I’d die from wanting. Her lips were wet when she sucked in the head and started bobbing up and down, running her tongue all over. I laid back and just moaned. I couldn’t think straight. Her mouth on my dick sucking it was all that I could focus on. At that moment, I don’t even know if I was able to breathe. I pushed her hair back so I could see her cheeks puff out when she sucked it in. Her cool hand hit my balls and I groaned.

She stopped and looked up at me. “Should I stop?” She asked. I shook my head. I thought to myself, ‘Oh God! Don’t Stop! Don’t Stop! Don’t STOP!’ But, I managed to remain silent. 
 “Then why don’t we both get more comfortable?” She stood up and started to unbutton her top. Suddenly shy and nervous, I stood and quickly pushed my jeans down, kicking off my sneakers and socks when they caught at my feet. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and then stood there, dick hard, hands fidgeting, while I waited for her to finish. She had undone the snap on her skirt and dropped it. She wore those old-fashioned garter hose, the kind that had the snap on the top and a belt around the woman’s waist. Even sexier than that was the fact that SHE HAD ON NO PANTYS! All day, she had stood in front of the class with NO PANTIES on. I couldn’t imagine it! 

She grinned up at me and put her foot between my legs, on the edge of the chair, and started to undo her hose. She pulled them down and off and then switched to the other leg. She never stopped looking at me. Her breasts were pushed up and together in this white lace bra that looked like spun sugar. . I slowly reached up and touched. I couldn’t believe it. Every bell and whistle in my mind was spinning and blowing and I think my dick got about 10 inches longer. I was SO excited! I leaned in and inhaled. I didn’t mean to but at that moment, I knew I’d never forget the smell of this little room and this sexy ass lady standing in front of me. She smelled like every wet dream I’d ever had. 

She pulled back and smiled and put her hands over my hands on her tits. Pushing them against her chest, she rubbed them around a bit to give me the idea before reaching down and starting to stroke my dick. I leaned back against the desk and she dropped to her knees. I just held myself up while she started to suck and lick on my cock. My hands found their way into her hair and I tightened them against it, tugging on her hair and just groaning. It felt so good! I’d never had anyone suck my dick before! She took her teeth and nibbled and her tongue and licked and I wanted to just squirm into the ground. Her nails dug into my balls and I could feel the blood rushing through my whole body. I know I was jerking and shaking. 

“Oh God.. Oh God.. Ohhh ohhh.” I couldn’t stop myself from groaning out loud. My hands got tighter and I know I had to be pulling her hair hard. I felt her nails dig in to my ass and pull my cheeks apart. My legs spread wider and I was thrusting up into her mouth. I couldn’t not think about what was going on but God knows I didn’t want her to stop. She suddenly slid a finger into my ass as she sucked my dick as far back as she could go. I felt the head hit the back of her throat and that finger hit my prostate and I suddenly exploded. I saw stars. I know that sounds cliché, but I did. It’s like I had cum flowing from my toes and ears down to my dick. I know I had a hold of her head and didn’t let her pull back but I could feel her swallowing and gulping and slurping. I shook and shook and shook.

Somehow, I slid over to the chair and melted into the seat. She had sat back and wiped her lips off, smiling at me. 

TO BE CONTINUED…