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Sam's Love Pt. 01

By: _Bob_



Spring was in the air, the sun was shining, the birds were singing and a young man's fancies turn to love. Or so the saying goes. Beyond a shadow of a doubt my thoughts were most definitely on love or at the very least I was thinking of making love.

I was in my final semester at ASU eagerly looking forward to the coming summer. My brother, Jim, had invited me to stay with him at his ranch outside of Flagstaff and take it easy before going out to look for a job. 

The idea of spending the summer in the cool pines of northern Arizona was very tempting. Anything to escape from the oppressive heat of summer in the Valley of the Sun.

I loved my parents very much, but I was anxious to get out on my own. Here I was almost twenty two and I was still living at home.

Living at home has it's advantages, don't get me wrong. No rent to pay, no groceries to buy. My parents didn't expect me to pay anything so I didn't. That was part of the deal we made when it was time for me to go to college. As long as I maintained a three point seven five grade point average I would not be required to pay any room and board.

My uncle Jack had died when I was only five and left me some money, it went into a trust fund earning a high rate of interest. No one ever told me how much money there was and other than the lawyer, I don't think anyone in the family even knew.

While growing up I was encouraged to save my money and what ever I managed to put away Dad matched it, penny for penny. By the time I entered college there was enough to pay my tuition, books and whatever lab fees there might be from the trust fund. While the money I had saved paid my living expenses, providing I was frugal. Between much studying and little money, I led a very boring life. 

But soon things were going to change. In a few more months I would graduate 

Spring break was a short two weeks away and I was preparing my mind for a difficult exam that we were told to expect in one of my business classes.

There were several girls in that particular class and watching them strive to get their point across to the professor always made my day.

One of the most pleasant to watch was a little fox named Samantha. I sat two rows in front of her during class and, when I would glance back at her while she talked to the prof, was frequently blessed with fleeting glimpses under her skirts, which always seemed to be too short and tight. We often made eye contact during class but I never pursued it any further.

I was sitting in the library one evening, studying for that exam, when I noticed Samantha across the room. She looked up, saw me watching her and smiled. I quickly looked away and went back to my studies. A little while later I looked up at her again and this time it was her turn to glance away. She looked back a moment later and I was still staring at her. This time we both smiled. I decided now was as good a time as any to see if anything might be made of the situation and got up to walked over to where she was sitting.

"Hi, Samantha," I said, settling down on the table next to her books. "I think we both need a break."

"Hi Dave, how are you?" she asked, leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs. The movement caused her tight mini-skirt to slip high up her legs, exposing a large portion of her shapely thighs.

"Not bad. Are you ready for the exam tomorrow?"

"No, and I really hate cramming," she stated, "I've been waiting for you to ask me out since the first day of class. I know you've been interested, what with the way you try peek up my skirts during class."

"Opps, caught me. Sorry if I offended you," I said, blushing slightly and diverting my eyes. "The only thing I can say in my only defense is that you have a great pair of legs. And you have to admit, you do tend to invite it with the way that you dress."

"I dress this way to try to entice you. But you never seemed interested enough. What is there about me that you don't like? Aren't I attractive enough for you?"

"Don't put yourself down. Quite the contrary, I think you are gorgeous. I've wanted to ask you out but I couldn't take a chance." 

"What do you mean, take a chance? Take a chance on what?"

"I can't afford to have much of a social life," I explained.

"From what I've been able to find out you don't have any social life at all," she interrupted. "I've never seen you anywhere with a girl. And everyone I've asked has said the same thing. I was beginning to think you were weird or something."

"Oh, I'm weird all right, but not the way you might think." 

"Hmm. Well, you've aroused my curiosity."

"I think girls are the most fantastic and mysterious creatures in all the world. Like I said earlier I can't afford much of a social life. I still live at home because it is cheaper. I don't go out because I have to spend so much time studying. I'm not super brilliant so it takes a lot of work to maintain the grades I need."

"I was wondering about that. You're a business major, right? What can you expect to gain by being in the top five percent of your class? Why try so hard?"

I went on to explain about my uncle's will and the deal I had made with my parents. About how I wanted to date more but just couldn't take the chance of becoming side-tracked and having my grades slip.

"But now my expenses are all paid, including graduation. Now I'm ready to bust loose a little. Would you care to go out with me this Saturday?"

"I think you're going to get a little crazy and I'd like to be with you when it happens. Do you know where I live?" she asked.

I admitted that I didn't and when she leaned forward xxxxx proceeded to give me directions to the apartment she was sharing with another girl.

"Ok see you later. Good luck on the exam tomorrow," I said and started to go back to my books.

"Wait a minute. Come back here, I have something I want to give you so you won't change your mind about our date Saturday night."

"What is it?"

"Just come a little closer. I want to whisper it in your ear." 

I bent over and, when I was within her reach, she wrapped an arm around my neck and pulled my lips down to meet hers. Her tongue burrowed between my lips and she gave me a wild French kiss.

I lost my balance and, in reaching out for something to steady myself with, my flailing hand came to rest on her warm thigh just below the hem of her hiked-up mini-skirt. She moaned into my mouth as I grasped her leg for support. The feeling of her smooth thigh in my clutching hand coupled with her sensuous kiss was extremely exciting.

"Sorry about that, it was an accident," I apologized, pulling away from her.

"Mmmm," she smiled impishly, "that's alright. Some of the best things in life happen by accident."

"I mean it. I wasn't trying to cop a feel. It's just that I lost my balance when you pulled me down like that."

"I understand, it's okay. See you tomorrow in class."

I walked back to my seat in a daze and tried to remember what I was studying. My mind was not cooperating, all I could see were Samantha's temptingly parted legs and how soft her thigh had felt. Finally after five minutes or so I was back in the swing of things. When I looked up a little later, she was gone.

* * * * *

The next day in class she arrived a little late so we didn't get a chance to say anything to her other than hello.

The exam was a real bear. I was glad I had decided to put in that extra time studying the night before. Especially happy because I had broken the ice with Samantha. After I had finished the exam I glanced back at her and found her staring at me. When our eyes meet she smiled broadly and dropped her pencil. My eyes fell to the floor automatically but stopped half way to the floor and came to rest on her luscious legs.

Her mini-skirt was a little shorter than normal and she had turned in her seat until I was staring directly between her thighs. Either she was wearing yellow panties or none at all, I couldn't be sure. 

All doubt was erased when she parted her thighs a few inches and I was able to discern the pink lips of her vagina hiding peeking through her blonde pubic hair.

She quickly closed her legs and tugged down her skirt. When I looked back up to her eyes she was trying to stifle a giggle. The bell rang signifying the end of the class and everyone stood up to leave.

"What was so funny," I asked when we were near enough to be heard without having to shout.

"Nothing, except that your eyes opened so wide when you saw my naked pussy I thought they were going to pop right out of your head," she replied, unable to hold back her laughter any longer. "I'm not making fun of you, believe me, it's just that your expression was so comical."

"Yeah, I guess I must have looked pretty funny but I have to say that you shocked me a little. Why aren't you wearing any pants?"

"I took them off just for this class. That was why I was almost late getting here."

"Fine, but why did you do it?"

"I wanted to keep your interest piqued."

"Well, I think your scheme worked, if I was anymore interested they would arrest me for rape or at the very least for making a spectacle of myself. Anyway, back to reality. How do you think you made out on the exam?" I asked her as we were leaving the classroom.

"Not bad but I think I'll do a lot better tomorrow night," she said smiling impishly. "Where are you planning to take me?"

"Well, with my bank account being in the shape that it is, I was hoping pizza and beer and then Tullies' for some country music and dancing would be okay. Although right now I'm not to sure."

"Sounds great to me, but why aren't you sure? Are you afraid I'll do something to embarrass you?" 

"Not at all, quite the contrary actually."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"The way I feel right now, all I want to do is find the nearest bed."

"And what would we do there?"

"Keep our date tomorrow night and you'll find out," I teased.

"Oh really? You can bet that it will take an act of war to keep me away from you now," she said before brushing her lips teasingly across mine. "See you at seven-thirty. Bye." And then she was gone.

One of my good friends, Tom, was standing near by and had over heard some of our conversation. 

"You are just wasting your time with Samantha. She's nothing but a little prick tease. She'll get you all hot and bothered and then cut you off by saying that you aren't good enough to fuck her little pussy," he said, adding the last rather venomously.

"We'll see about that," I told him.

"Ok, have it your own way, but don't say I didn't warn you," he said as he left.

 CHAPTER TWO

I got up early the next morning which was totally out of character for me. I usually sleep late on Saturdays. I decided that it was because I was all keyed up about my date that night with Samantha. I decided I should stay up and try to burn off some of that nervous energy. I put on my running suit and went out to put in a few miles before it got to hot.

When I got back from jogging I changed into my work clothes and ate breakfast. After letting the meal settle for a while I went out to the garage.

I spent the rest of the morning and all afternoon cleaning up my classic '55 Chevy four-by-four pick-up truck. When my brother, Jim, gave it to me as a high school graduation present it was not much more than an ugly pile of junk. But he and I both saw it's potential and now it was truly a thing of beauty.

I had done most of the restoration myself. For every birthday and Christmas Jim and my parents would come up with some of the more expensive items needed for it's completion. When I decided that it could not be any more polished I put away the wax and went back into the house.

I took a quick shower to get rid of the grease and grime. Since no one else was home I went straight from the shower to the pool without bothering to put on any swimming trunks. Our yard was totally cut off from the neighbors by a high fence and even higher shrubbery. After relaxing in the pool for a while I got out and went in to work out with my weights for about an hour.

When the clock chimed five o'clock I took another shower and then got dressed for my date. I decided on boots, blue jeans, a bright red satin cowboy shirt and my favorite Stetson hat. I picked up the dozen yellow roses that the florist had delivered earlier and by seven I was on my way over to Samantha's apartment to pick her up.

I arrived at the apartment at about five minutes early and Samantha's room-mate let me in.

"Hi, I'm Paula," she said as she openly stared at me." You must be the guy Sam has been raving about, and now I can see why."

"Hi Paula. I'm David." I said, returning her stare with one of my own, admiring her body, scantily clad in only a brief string bikini.

"Would you like a beer or something?" Paula asked. With an pert smile on her lips she turned to go into the kitchen. 

"What else are you offering?" I asked as I followed her.

"Ask me again when Samantha isn't around and maybe I'll surprise you," she said quietly. She opened the refrigerator door and bent over provocatively while trying to find a can of beer for me on the bottom shelf. Her appetizing rump was pointing at me and I could not resist the temptation. Moving silently up behind her I reached out my hand to boldly fondle the twin hillocks of her perfectly formed butt.

Paula gasped as she felt my caress, but did not try to move away. If anything she pushed back slightly.

Emboldened by her unexpected go ahead, my wandering fingers stole around to the front of her abdomen until they cupped her prominent mound through her bikini. Meanwhile my other hand began to fondle the lush fullness of her breast through her skimpy bikini bra.

"Oh God," she moaned as my fingers pinched her erect nipple. "That feels good. I don't want you to stop but you must. What about Sam? She is the one you are here for."

With that she spun around and shoved a cold can of beer into my chest.

I caught her in my arms and lowered my mouth to hers. My hands stroked her back, pulling her tightly to me.

She started to respond to my kiss by opening her lips to my probing tongue, the can of beer fell to the floor as she clung to me, her lust growing.

"NO!" she cried as she suddenly broke away. "We can't do this!"

She stood there looking at me, her eyes filled with desire, while she tried to catch her breath. Her full breasts rising and falling temptingly with each labored breath.

I started to move towards her but she pushed past me and ran into her bedroom.

I picked up the dropped can of beer and carefully opened it in the sink. Drinking half of it as I went back into the living room to sit down on the sofa.

Samantha called out that she would be ready in a minute or two and I should make myself comfortable. A half hour later she emerged and the way she looked, it was well worth the wait.

She had forsaken her customary mini-skirt in favor of a pair of faded blue jeans that were so tight that they looked like they were spray painted on. A shocking pink satin cowboy shirt, high heeled boots and a Stetson completed the look. Our outfits matched perfectly and we were both pleased with the similarity.

I gave her a long, low wolf whistle and got up to greet her. "You look fantastic! These are for you," as I gave her the roses.

"Oh, flowers! You're sweet, no one has given me flowers since high school. Thank you! You look pretty good yourself," and she reached up to give me a warm, wet kiss.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer. My encounter with Paula had whetted my appetite.

Samantha returned my embrace, but only for a moment before extricating herself from my grasp. "Whoa there big fella, I thought you wanted to go out."

"I did."

"Why, `did'?"

"I've got everything I need right here."

"Maybe I do, also, but I still want to go out. You promised to feed me and take me dancing. I'm going to make you spend some money on me before we move on to more pleasant activities."

"Is that so? What if I were to get stubborn?"

"Well, I can be just as stubborn as you can. So let's make it easy on each other and do what we had originally planned. Okay?"

"Okay."

Paula was nowhere to be seen but Samantha yelled a good night and don't wait up and we were off.

Upon reaching my truck it was her turn to whistle. She walked around it appreciably.

"David, it's beautiful. When and where did you get this gorgeous hunk of iron?"

"This is my pride and joy. I have spent the last four years and a lot of B S & T to make it look like it is now. You should have seen it when I got it. You wouldn't believe that it was the same truck."

"I can see why, it's magnificent. Will you help me please? I don't think I can step high enough to get in."

"Watch your head," I opened the door on the passenger side, grasped her firmly by her hips and easily lifted her up into the cab.

"My Lord, those muscles I've rippling under your shirts are for real, aren't they? Thanks."

I closed her door and walked around to the driver's side. The door was open and waiting for me so I climbed in and started the powerful engine to leave.

Samantha snuggled up next to me as I drove to the pizza place.

During dinner we talked about my truck and all that I had done to it. I was surprised at how much she knew about cars. She surprised me again when she changed the subject to ask me what I thought the Phoenix Suns' chances were in the upcoming basketball play-offs. We decided that they would probably be nosed out by the Lakers again.

"Where did you learn so much about such unladylike things such as cars and sports? Most girls I've known couldn't tell the difference between a distributor cap and a carburetor, a stolen base from an interception. Not only do you know the difference, you seem to know a lot more."

"Well, it's like this," she went on to explain that she was the only girl in her family, beside her mom, with three older brothers who were very much into basketball, football, cars and such.

It was going on ten o'clock when we headed over to Tullies'. During the ride over there she sat very close and with her encouragement, I put my arm around her shoulders.

When we arrived, the place was packed. There wasn't an empty table to be found. So we ordered a beer from the crowded bar while we both scanned the other people there in hopes of finding someone that we knew and could share a table with. After a couple of minutes we gave up the idea and joined the throng on the dance floor.

Her style of dancing fit mine perfectly and soon it was as if we had been dancing together for years. Just the slightest pressure with my fingers would send her twirling away and she always rejoined me at the right instant. After one particularly tiring two-step, where we seemed to take over the floor, we decided to take a break. On our way back to the bar I spied a couple leaving a secluded booth in a corner and I sent her scurrying over to it while I fetched our drinks.

After joining her at the booth, I sat down with an exhausted sigh and took a long pull on my beer.

"Where did you learn to dance like that?" I asked. "I've never had such a first class partner!"

"Why thank you, Davie," she answered and leaned over to give me a tender kiss. "Remember, I have three brothers. How about you?"

"Here and there. Was that a warning or an explanation?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well you kissed me and in the same breath you mentioned your brothers again. I was just wondering if you were telling me that your brothers taught you how to kiss and were very protective. Or they taught you how to dance?"

"Both, but it was more of an explanation. I'm my own woman. I don't bother them about their love lives and they leave me alone about mine. Besides the nearest one is in Texas and the other two are somewhere in Alaska."


Sam's Love Pt. 01



"Just checking. Do you mind if we sit out a few songs? I am bushed."

"Not at all. I was beginning to think you would never get tired."

"What did you mean when you said your brothers taught you how to kiss?"

"Just what it sounded like. Ask me again when you know me better and I might tell you."

"Sounds intriguing," I pulled her closer and we kissed, tenderly at first but soon with increasing passion. Her lips opened and her tongue met mine, probing and dashing, until we both had to come up for air.

"Whew! You kiss even better than you dance! What else are you good at?" She asked, almost panting.

"Stick with me and I'll show you." I pulled her back to me. My lips sucked softly on her earlobe while my fingers were gently massaging up and down the outside of her thigh. My lips brushed hers and she whimpered longingly. 

I opened the top two buttons of her shirt, slid my other hand inside and under her bra to fondle her firm tits. Her head sagged against my shoulder when I found a nipple and began to roll it between my thumb and forefinger. She squirmed on the seat of the booth. My mouth smothered hers and she moaned as my tongue parted her lips.

"I'll be right back," she said suddenly, breaking out of my embrace and headed towards the ladies room.

I sat there in disbelief. As I watched her rapidly move away I wondered if Tom had been right about her.

When she came back a few minutes later instead of sitting back down she grabbed my hand.

"Come dance with me again," she said tugging me towards the dance floor.

The band was playing a slow song so I let her lead the way. When we reached the dance floor she clasped her arms around my waist and laid her head on my chest.

I put my arms around her and we swayed in time to the music. I caressed my hands up and down her back and was surprised to find the strap of her bra missing. Evidentially she had removed it while she was in the powder room. I could feel her taut breasts jabbing into my chest through the thin satin of our shirts and dropped a hand to cup her delectable ass. She moaned softly and tried to snuggle closer.

Feeling her push her sexy body against me caused my cock to begin to erect itself. A few moments later she tilted her head back to look at me in amazement, as if she could not believe the size of the organ pressing against her soft belly. She smiled and laid her head back on my chest pressing herself even harder against my now fully erect tool.

When the song was over I started to take us back to our table but she had other ideas. She grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the door stopping only long enough to retrieve her Stetson from the hat check girl.

Once we had reached my truck I stopped and refused to go any further.

"Whoa there little lady. What's the hurry?" I asked, pulling her back into my arms.

"I want to get us somewhere more private so I can find out if that monster in your pants is real or not!" she explained.

"You had better not be teasing me."

"What ever gave you that idea?"

"Something a little birdie told me about you."

"It must have been your `friend' Tommy," she said venomously.

"Yeah. How did you know that?"

"Well, he and I went out a few months ago and after we had been petting a bit and I got a feel of what he has between his legs. If I tell you he has four inches there I would be stretching the truth a lot. When he tried to get his hand in my panties I told him to go to Hell. If I wanted to make it with a little boy I would seduce a six year old.

Needless to say he was plenty pissed off. He swore he would get even with me and he almost did. If he had talked you out of going out with me and I found out later that you were hung like a bull moose I would have wanted to die. It's not every day a girl gets to experience the kind of cock you seem to have. Now will you come back to my apartment with me? Please?"

With that final remark she put her hand on my now half-hard cock and licked her lips lustfully, causing it to lurch back to life.

"Ok. Ok. Let's go. You convinced me." I hurriedly opened the door of the truck, lifted her in and scrambled in after her. I must have burned off five thousand miles worth of rubber leaving the club.

After I had us safely on the freeway headed back to her apartment she snuggled up real close, boldly caressing my throbbing love muscle.

My right arm was around her waist, I opened the snaps of her shirt and slid my hand inside until I was cupping her petite breast. Teasingly I pinched her nipple until it was as hard as a rock. She moaned into my neck and started to open my jeans with her trembling fingers. With the belt out of the way and my fly open, she reached into my shorts to fondle my tool. She hauled it out into the warm night air.

"My God, it wasn't my imagination! You've got a real nice tool there," she gasped in admiration as she stroked up and down my eight inches of hardness.

She bent down to kiss it lovingly, then opened her lips and her hot tongue began to rake over my cock-head. She took the entire knob into the softness of her lips, sliding the throbbing bulb to the roof of her mouth and along her tongue. Back it went, back even further until I felt the tip of my cock touch the velvet cup of her throat.

My hands clutched the steering wheel and my hips lifted in erotic response. I had never before experienced such a wild, wet thrill as the feeling of Samantha's mouth building up suction on my prick. The stroking of her mobile and talented tongue was driving me wild.

Luckily, I was nearing her apartment and was able to maintain control of the vehicle until I could safely park the truck. My head was spinning, my chest rising and falling as I labored to catch my breath, I realized that this beautiful girl was eating my cock like no one had ever eaten it before. She was chewing tenderly upon my shaft and licking the head teasingly. My heart pounded and my hands groped for the rich cascade of her golden hair. Her inner cheeks dipping in and out as Samantha started bobbing her head up and down.

Samantha moaned around my surging cock-head, her fingers stirring my balls. The pressure was building in my nuts and I held her hair in both hands as I thrust up into the adoring suction of her mouth.

"Oh!!!! You're eating me alive! Ah. . . I'm going to come in your mouth. . . here it comes. . . get ready. . .!"

She groaned some kind of answer as I shuddered and forced my cock-head against the back of her silken throat. The glans swelled even bigger and flexed as a thick stream of hot come shot into her mouth. Avidly, she pulled upon it, gulping and swallowing as rich juice hosed her throat. Her cheeks filling with my hot cream as I pumped my cock into her siphoning mouth.

"Oh! You beautiful bitch, you adorable cock-sucker. . . You're sucking me dry! Swallow it all. Ah. . ."

She continued to gobble my meat, even as I slumped back against the seat of the truck and let go of her hair. I was weak all over, and still she licked at my knob, still caressed my balls.

Finally I pulled her head away from my still hard cock. She raised up, her gorgeous blonde hair thoroughly mussed. Her satin shirt had been pulled free of her jeans and was hanging completely open, exposing her delectable breasts to my hungry eyes. Licking the come from her lips, she swallowed and looked at me with a smoldering, lustful gaze.

"Let's go inside," I said huskily as I struggled to close my jeans around my throbbing cock.

"I don't think you are going to live to see the dawn." she replied, her voice thick with lust. "I'm going to fuck you within an inch of your life and then fuck you some more."

"Sounds exciting but why are we talking and not doing?" I asked as I hastily got out of the truck.

She quickly followed, grabbed my hand and quickly led me into her apartment.



Sam's Love Pt. 02



Paula was sitting on the couch in her pajamas reading when we burst into the room.

Sam stopped suddenly, causing me to bump into her from behind. "If you hear any unusual noises tonight, Paula, try to ignore them." Samantha said breathlessly. "We may quite possibly break the bed!"

"Why?" was all Paula asked watching my hands as they encircled Sam's chest to tweak her already tight nipples.

Paula looked at me questioningly and I said, "Samantha thinks I've got some unusual equipment," as I reached down to the front of her jeans and began to open them.

"Not unusual," Sam answered, wiggling her ass back against my cock as my fingers combed through her pubic curls in search of her split, "unless there are more men out there with equipment like Dave has. Enough talking, let's go to bed!"

I pulled my hand out of the front of her now open jeans, let go of her breast with the other, seized an enticing hand full of ass cheek and followed her into her bedroom. She switched on a small lamp and some soft music as we entered. A king-size four-poster bed almost filled the entire bedroom.

She plastered herself to me as soon as the door was closed. Her mouth found mine as she ground her hot body against me.

"Let me," I said when she started to tug at her clothes. I swiftly removed my clothes and started with hers. I pulled off her boots, then moved up her legs to finish the task of unfastening her tight jeans. I peeled them down and off her fantastic legs. Her silken panties had disappeared between the plump, feverish lips of her pussy. I moved up to remove the shirt that she was just barely wearing. I laid down beside her and we kissed passionately, her slender body undulating impatiently against me.

I cupped her firm breasts, teasing her pink nipples until she begged me to suck on them. I nibbled into the valley separating her firm breasts, tasting the erotic flavorings of her silken skin. Cupping one delicate tit in my hand, my mouth went to work on the other one, running my tongue all around the pert globe before centering my attention upon the quivering nipple.

Sucking blissfully, I massaged one tit with my right hand, while my left strayed down the supple length of her hip and thigh. I opened my mouth and tried to suck her entire tit between my lips.

Switching to her other breast, I loved it with the same lustiness as the first while my hands were busy pulling off her soaking wet panties. With a soft touch I pressed against the slightly parted crevice of her pussy. It opened with a wet, sticky sound and my finger slipped into the velvety folds. Her clit throbbed as I brushed against it sending a shudder of pure pleasure through her body. The more I worked my finger against her swollen lump of clit flesh the hotter she became.

I moved my lips slowly down from her taut breast, licking down her rib cage. At her flexing belly I bathed the tender flesh with my tongue and found the dimple of her navel. Corkscrewing my tongue into the shallow valley I tickled her there while her hips rocked hungrily. She arched her back urging me lower to the golden treasure of her pussy.

I licked around the edges of her pubic mound discovering the rich scents of her pussy. I was drooling when I at last burrowed into her inviting gash, she lifted her knees, bent them as her thighs spread wide to give me room.

Her ass cheeks were warm and firm in my hands, rolling in my palms as I nuzzled into the sparse hair of her mound, my tongue found the slick, hot sweetness of her labia. Her pussy lips were delicious and I lapped at them making thirsty, slurping noises.

Tasting of honey, of a thrilling and exotic musk, the very essence of woman, her pussy rolled and quivered against my lips. With a deep sigh I opened my mouth wide and thrust my tongue between the slippery lips, plunging it deeply into the satiny depths of her vagina, reaching as far as I could, her labia grinding against my teeth.

"Oh darling," she gasped, "that's it. That's the way I love my pussy eaten."

Holding the cheeks of her sleek and twisting ass, I did as she commanded, enjoying the flavor of her vibrant snatch, sucking in the flow of her love oils.

She pumped her crotch into my face, her ass began to whip from side to side as her belly made eager waves. I felt the exciting pressure of her smooth thighs against my head, felt the wrapping of her legs as she drew them around my shoulders and down my back. Samantha ground her pussy into my mouth, thrust the sweet furry length of it against my teeth, bucking and heaving.

"My clit, tickle my clit."

I devoured her, chewing on her pussy lips, ramming my tongue against the leaping little nubbin that was the center of her passions. I plumbed the depths of her snatch and sucked on her, her thighs clamped my head harder and rolled her upper body toward me. Her fingers dug into my scalp as she tried to pull my whole head up into her inflamed pussy.

Clinging to the writhing cheeks of her bouncing ass I ate blissfully, sucked happily, plunged my tongue in and out and circling around. She thrust strongly against me, smearing her hot juices over my cheeks and chin, straining against my nose, and her body went as taut as a bowstring.

"I'm cumming," she screamed. "Oh baby, eat me, make me cum, eat me. . .!"

Her juices were delightful and I drank them down, swallowing eagerly as she pumped her pussy into my mouth, her heels pounding a tattoo against my back.

Samantha fell back upon the bed, her thighs going limp as the tidal wave of her climax subsided. I kept licking at her pussy, not driving as deeply now, just tickling her succulent lips and reveling in her buttery wetness. At last lifting my dripping face from her hot pussy I kissed slowly up her tummy, passed her heaving bosom, directly to her mouth, driving my tongue between her lips, letting her taste her own sweet nectar. She sucked greedily on my tongue, savoring the taste.

Our tongues fought a pitched battle between our lips as she reached down to stroke my erect cock. Her supple fingers slowly began to slid up and down the length of it. They gripped harder and moved faster . . . and faster.

"Do you like it, darling? Tell me you like it," she implored, her eyes fastened with great intensity on her rapidly pumping fist.

"Oh. . . yeah. . . now, baby, massage the tip with your fingertips. . . that's right. . . OH God. . . beautiful!" I groaned as I felt my balls surging.

As she varied the tempo of her gliding fingers I cupped her right tit squeezing it, circling the taut, erect nipple, letting my fingers brush against the torrid bud almost as if by accident. She cupped my balls in her other hand, gently at first, then with great adoration.

I rolled over pulling her with me until she was laying flat on my abdomen, her pointed breasts poking into my chest. I closed my legs forcing hers to spread around my hips. I cupped a butt cheek with each hand and pulled her hips against my throbbing cock that was trapped between our bodies.

I lifted her and she reached down to guide my cock-tip into the welcoming split of her loins. As I felt it find the opening of her pussy I pulled her slowly down over it. She whimpered slightly and spread her legs as wide as she could to accept my hard cock. She squirmed her ass excitedly, as inch by inch, she gradually fit my entire length into her tight sheath. At last it was fully in and I felt her twitching ass cheeks brush my sperm laden balls. She lay still for a moment allowing her tight pussy to become accustomed to my shaft.

"God, it's so big. It feels like it's reaching all the up through my body to my throat."

Samantha kissed me hungrily and eased her whole body up so she could watch my impassioned prick reappearing from her voraciously sucking pussy. Then relaxing again while it slid back into her.

She pushed against me, raising her chest up from mine and brought her knees forward, offering the deepest reaches of her pussy to my cock. Slowly she began to pump her hips up and down, luxuriating in the sensations of being stuffed full. Gradually she picked up speed and was soon thrashing around on top of me out of control. Within seconds she was coming again, her pussy spilling it's slippery juices, bathing my prick.

"OH GOD. . . OH!!! YOU'RE FILLING ME UP. . . I'M CUMMING. . . OH. . . SO BIG. . . . . AH!!!"

She collapsed on top of me, trying to catch her breath, writhing in ecstasy.

I still hadn't reached my peak, so I rolled with her again and began to pound my rod into her drenched pussy. Once again her orgasm surged back and she wrapped her legs around my hips, urging me deeper with each stroke. Finally I could feel my sperm boiling in my balls, surging up my shaft and adding the flood of my sperm to her already overflowing snatch. Her passion reached a new crest as she twisted her loins under my spewing pole. She cried out in ecstasy and fainted.

Moments later Paula was pounding on the door demanding to know if she was alright. The loud hammering roused Samantha and she answered in a weak voice that she couldn't be any better and passed out again.

I rolled off to one side and leaned up on one elbow to take in the beauty of her thoroughly sated body. I reached over to fondle her heaving breasts, softly pinching her yielding nipples. Her eyelashes fluttered and she opened her blue eyes to gaze up at me in devotion. I bent over her and kissed her moistly, teasing her slightly parted lips with my tongue. She wrapped her arms around my neck and crushed herself against me. 

"Oh Davie, that was glorious. I've never been so thoroughly fucked in all my life!" she said after a few moments of arduous kissing.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself so much. You gave me quite ride. I thought Paula was going to break down the door when you screamed and passed out the first time."

"You mean I fainted more than once?"

"Yep. Only twice though," I said as I kissed her tenderly. "As much fun as it was, I've got to go."

"No, you can't, we are just getting started."

"Maybe we can continue this another time. I promised my dad I would do something for him at eight this morning."

I moved away from her and stood up.

"I really was hoping you could spend the night, Davie. I want to fall asleep with you next to me. When I wake up tomorrow I'll wonder if I had been dreaming if you aren't here with me."

"I'm sorry, hon. I really have to go," I said getting dressed. I pulled on my boots and bent down to kiss her before leaving.

She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck and kissed me hard.

"Please stay!" She pleaded, after breaking the hot kiss. 

"I can't," I replied, my resolve weakening.

"If you won't spend the night at least stay until I fall asleep. Will you do that much for me?"

"Okay, but only until you go to sleep."

I kicked my boots off again and laid down beside her.

"Thanks David. We will continue this later, I promise."

I kissed her softly. Within the space of only a few minutes she had drifted off into dream land.

"Samantha?" I whispered, and when she didn't answer I slowly raised off of the bed. I picked up my boots and walked slowly out of her room, quietly closing the door behind me.



Sam's Love Pt. 03



Many thanks to 11_Carlton for the support and being my editor.


CHAPTER FOUR

The next afternoon I was doing some work in the front yard when Samantha drove up in her bright red convertible.

"Hi David," she said. "How are you today?"

"Just fine I guess. How are you?" I asked, walking over to the car. The top was down and I had a delightful view of her silk sheathed legs protruding from beneath the hem of her wrap-around mini-dress.

"After last night, great, although I was a little sore this morning. I haven't been getting enough of that type of exercise lately."

"I was hoping I hadn't hurt you, I guess I got a little carried away."

"You can hurt me that way anytime you want to."

"Ah huh," I coughed, clearing my throat. "I was just about to take a break and grab a beer when you drove up. Want to come in for a while and join me?"

"Sure. I'm kind of thirsty myself." 

As she got out of her car the hem of her skirt rode up and I caught a glimpse of the elastic tops of her sheer stockings. Once we were inside I gave her a beer and excused myself. 

"I've got to take a quick shower. Make yourself at home. I'll be right back."

I quickly jumped in and out of the shower, pulled on a fresh T-shirt and a pair of swimming trunks. I was back in less than five minutes. When I returned to the family room she was checking out our regulation-sized pool table, testing the cushions and running her hands over the cover.

"Want to shoot a game?" I asked.

Samantha jumped slightly at my unexpected return. "Sure, why not," she said, quickly regaining her composure. "Lag for the break?"

"Something tells me I'm about to be hustled."

She won the lag and we decided to play eight-ball. After she broke and she ran four balls before missing. I ran three before I missed. On her next shot she scratched so I tried again and I finished by running out the table.

"Nice shooting. Care to make a bet on the next game?" she suggested.

"Okay, what shall we bet?"

"How about the winner gets a kiss? That way neither of us really loses."

"Sounds good to me; my break." 

I broke and sank four balls before I finally missed. She put down two then I missed again. She put down three and I sank three, with which time she ran out the table on me.

"I win," she said excitedly. "Now come here and kiss me."

I gave her a quick, teasing peck on her lips and moved away to rack the balls for the next game.

"Not fair! That wasn't a kiss!"

"Where did you learn to shoot like that?" I asked, changing the subject.

"You keep forgetting about my brothers. How about you?"

"You aren't the only on with an older brother, your break."

We played evenly for the next four or five games with her leading five to two. Every time she would bend over to take a shot either her skirt would ride up the backs of her thighs or the top of her dress would partly open, giving me short glimpses of the top curves of her firm breasts. I was still frustrating her by giving her tiny kisses when she won a game.

"Care to raise the stakes a little?"

"To what?" I asked.

"How about a real kiss instead of those little pecks you've been giving?"

"Okay."

This time when she broke nothing went in. I took over and looking over the table I knew I had a run-out if I took my time. I managed to sink seven balls before missing on the eight.

"Now I'm going to make you pay for only giving me those inadequate kisses."

For her shot she had to really stretch to reach it. As she leaned over the table her dress slid up the backs of her thighs until I saw the straps of her garters above her stockings. She made that shot and six more. To shoot the eight ball she had to sit on the edge of the table and lean backwards with her cue stick behind her. She had to spread her legs to maintain her precarious balance. This caused skirt of her wrap-around dress to gape open wide. I watched intensely as the two halves crept upward and outward until I had a clear view of her bare thighs above her stockings. She made the shot and with a cheer and spread her legs even wider, giving me a quick glimpse of the tiny bit of red lace covered pussy, before hopping down and straightening her dress.


"How was that?"

"Beautiful, just beautiful," I said wistfully. "Now come here and collect your prize." 

She moved up to me and this time I gave her a long hard kiss.

"Was that better?"

"Hmm, yes, much better," she said dreamily.

"Your break again."

I was so distracted by her stretching and bending that I lost the next six games. My kisses became more and more heated with each defeat.

"Want to raise the stakes again?" I asked.

"Sure, but what shall we play for now?"

"How about a little strip pool, where the winner picks the article of clothing the loser must remove?"

"Ok, now we are getting somewhere. By the way, where are your folks?"

"They went up to Flagstaff to visit my brother and won't be back until next weekend."

"Aha! The plot thickens." With that she promptly cleared the table.

"I'll be nice and make it easy for you. Lose the T-shirt!"

"You got it sweet cheeks. Now prepare to start stripping yourself, I'm not going to lose any more! Your break again."

She broke but failed to make anything. This time, as I moved to the table, my resolve was as firm as my hard cock. I was anxious to see more of her hot body, so I proceeded to clear the table.

"Now, darling, take off your red panties."

"Why Davie, how did you know they were red? Have you been looking up my dress?"

"If I didn't know what color they were I would have to be blind. You have been letting me look at them every time you had to reach to make a shot."

"So I have, baby. So I have." 

She stood directly in front of me and slowly pulled up her skirt until it was bunched above her waist. I licked my lips as she slowly rolled her panties down her hips, revealing the blonde hair of her pubic mound. Lower and lower they went until I could see the pink lips of her pussy peeking through the blonde fur. Finally they reached her knees, she wiggled her hips and they fell to the carpet. With a soft touch she pressed against the slightly parted crevice of her protruding labia. It opened with a wet, sticky sound and her finger slipped into the velvety folds. With the fingers of one hand she began to fondle her bare pussy, gently spreading the pouting lips with a finger, then burying it as far as she could reach. 

She raised her finger to her mouth and hungrily sucked on it like it was a cock. She stepped out of her panties and turned around. With her skirt still bunched at her hips she parted her legs and bent over from the waist to retrieve her panties. As she did her ass was thrust towards me, the entire length of her pussy was exposed to me, as well as the puckered opening of her anus. It was all I could do to stop myself from ramming my rock-hard cock into her from behind. Samantha straightened up and turned back to face me; a lustful smile on her sensuous lips. She then lowered her skirt and demurely smoothed out the wrinkles.

"Close your mouth, you are making a draft. It's your break I believe."

Instead of going back to the table I moved towards her and tried to grab her. As she scampered out of my reach she threw her panties at me. I caught them and raised them to my face.

"No touching yet, lover, that comes later," she said, smiling impishly, while staring at me sniffing her panties. "What is it with guys and dirty panties?"

"Well, sweetheart, it's like this, at least in my case, I love to eat pussy and yours is the sweetest I've ever had the pleasure of sampling."

"Lecher! Flattery will get you everywhere!"

She racked the balls and I carefully eyed the set up. I moved the cue ball into position and with a mighty stroke I sent it flying into the rack. I sank five balls with that shot, one of them being the eight ball. I had won again with a single stroke of my cue. Samantha watched the eight ball roll in, and then looked at me in amazement. 

"Now who is hustling who? I think you cheated somehow."

"I would never cheat you hon, and now I want you to take off your bra."

"My bra!? How can I take off my bra without first removing my dress? Let me think about this for a minute." 

She walked around the room deep in thought until her face suddenly lit up with an inspiration. She stood facing away from me as she started to loosen her belt. She then pulled the dress off her shoulders and arms until it was hanging limply at her waist. Looking over her shoulder at me she reached back to the hooks that held the narrow strip of elastic that held her bra together. With a flick of her fingers the strap suddenly parted. She lifted it away from her body and tossed it back at me. 

I caught the wisp of sheer lace but my eyes never left her bare back. Samantha turned to face me but her arms were demurely folded over her breasts, hiding them from my view. A seductive smile played on her lips. I moved towards her again, and she avoided my grasp, turned away from me, and quickly put her arms back through the sleeves of her dress and rearranged it. 

"I thought I told you, baby, not yet, touching comes later. Besides, I want see if you can repeat the stunt you pulled on the last break."

"I'll try, rack em up."

After she was finished I stepped up to the table. On the last break I had used an extreme angle, striking the second ball back. This time I tried it from the exact center. Aiming high on the cue ball and using as much top spin as I could generate, I let it fly. It was a perfect shot; the initial impact shattered the rack leaving the eight-ball alone in the center of where the rack had been. The cue ball, with its abundant over-spin had bounced back towards me before gripping the surface of the table and surging forward, creating a secondary break. As the other balls flew around the table the eight rolled slowly into a corner pocket. 

"I don't believe it, twice in a row!"

"Believe, baby, believe. Now I want to see that beautiful body of yours. Come here and let me help you take off your dress!"

Instead, she walked over to the windows that overlooked the swimming pool. I embraced her from behind then lowered my hands to her belt. I loosened it and let it fall to the floor. Her dress hung partially open and I moved my hands inside it to stroke her naked form. I cupped both her breasts and lightly rolled her stiff nipples between my fingers. She leaned back against me with a desire filled moan. Her pelvis rocked against my hard cock as I lowered one hand to her pussy. I cupped it in my palm, working the heel on my thumb against her clit and letting my middle finger slip between her damp folds. As my finger plumbed her humid depths I pulled her back against me, pushing my cock between her cheeks.

Our hips rocked together and her pussy released more moisture around my probing finger. Suddenly she twisted around in my arms to kiss me fiercely. While her nimble tongue flickered in my mouth, she ground her body against mine. My hands caressed her back before grasping the firm cheeks of her bottom. I raised the back of her dress and forcefully thrust my fingers between her parted thighs into her hot, moist pussy. She gasped at my bold rear entry and tried to twist away. With the fingers of one hand still plunging into her pussy, I pulled her dress down and off her writhing body with the other. 

Samantha responded to my ardent attention by bucking her hips uncontrollably, humping my probing hands with increasing intensity. Her body tensed and a low guttural scream escaped her lips as she experienced her first orgasm of the afternoon. Her knees buckled and she slumped to the floor at my feet.

I dropped my trunks, bent over and picked her up. I carried her into my bedroom, laying her down on my bed. I marveled at her luscious body for a moment before lying down to join her. Bending over her, I engulfed one of her firm breasts in my mouth, lashing it with my tongue while I rolled and tweaked her other firm nipple with my fingers. As spasms of joy ripped through her body she pulled me closer and closer to her. My mouth relinquished its hold of her heaving breast and I began kissing my way down to the delicate blonde curls that shrouded her pussy. I teasingly lapped at her entire slit before probing my tongue deep into her dripping love canal. As I nibbled and sucked her tasty pleasure button she opened her legs wider and wider. 

Suddenly, Samantha clamped her thighs tightly around my head and cried out in rapture as another mind-blowing orgasm gripped her. I pushed her legs up and apart as I moved between her quivering thighs. I reached down and guided my throbbing cock to the opening of her drenched pussy and pushed in. I stoked the raging fire between her legs with short deliberate strokes. Her hips began to undulate as her body slapped noisily against mine. Samantha bit my shoulder and clawed at my back, her legs moved around my hips and she locked her ankles behind me, urging me deeper.

"OH GOD…. I"M CUMMING AGAIN…. OHHH…. SWEET JESUS…. FUCK ME!!!" She was screaming as she writhed with total abandon. 

I speared into her clasping pussy and emptied my balls into her flooded depths. Covered with sweat and each others juices, we collapsed, her inflamed pussy still milking my shrinking cock. After a while we got up and she led me to the bathroom where she drew a hot bath. I helped her remove her stockings and garter belt, before we leisurely soaked our worn and depleted bodies in the fervid water. When the water cooled Samantha drained the tub and helped me stand up. She then rinsed my body from head to toe with an ice-cold shower. This shocked me, and caused my cock and balls to contract.

Samantha remedied my discomfort with the warmth of her sucking mouth and hot tongue. Much to my surprise, my spent tool rapidly burgeoned to its full eight inches. I pulled her talented mouth away from my now throbbing cock and lifted her up, crushed her body against me, and kissed her furiously.

"Let's go fuck in the pool," I said when I came up for air. 

I stepped out of the shower and picked her up without waiting for an answer. It was dark outside so I paused to turn on the underwater pool lights, bathing the yard in a soft blue glow. I walked around to the steps and carried her down into the warm water until the level reached my chest. I let go of her and she clasped her arms around my neck and her legs around my hips. I reached under the water to cup her delectable ass, my fingers tracing along the pouting lips of her pussy. Her mouth found mine and she kissed me hungrily. Her tongue opened my lips and then danced sensually with my own.

Letting go of me with one arm, she moved her hand down to my hot dick, trapped as it was between our bodies. She loosened her hip-lock and eased her lower body away from me until I felt my cock entering her simmering pussy. Gradually, she tightened the grip of her legs until I was buried to the hilt. 

She kissed me even harder and moved her hips up and down slowly on my virile shaft. She lifted her mouth from mine as she began to pant with desire.

"Oh Jesus…. Your cock, I love your big cock…. Fuck me, baby, fuck my hot pussy…. Make me cum!"

Faster and faster, she plunged her pussy over my cock as the water churned around us. She bit my neck so as not to cry out to loudly, as yet another orgasm coursed through her loins. As her passion ebbed she slowed her hips slightly, but kept on bucking against me. 

"God, you're a wonderful lover, Davie," she moaned, "Oh boy, here we go again." 

Soon her hips were pounding against me once more, her passion building to yet another peak. This time we soared together, climaxing at nearly the same instant. I hammered my prick deeply into her convulsing pussy as my sperm boiled out of my balls. I groaned mightily and lost my balance, dropping her into the water. We both came up sputtering and laughing and we walked out of the pool to lie down on a mat beside it. I gently fondled her breasts and I kissed her tenderly as we lay back in the warm afterglow of great sex. She dozed off with her head nestled in the hollow of my shoulder.

I lay there enjoying the warm softness of Samantha's naked body against me, and watched the moon drift across the cloudless desert sky. I must have fallen asleep as well, for when I opened my eyes again the moon had moved considerably. Not wanting to startle her, I kneaded the soft resilient mounds of her breasts with one hand while the other moved down to her exquisite pussy. Gently parting the puffy lips, I delved into her slippery folds. Her hips rose to welcome my caresses.

"Uhhhhh, oh baby, don't ever stop loving me," she moaned softly, beginning to wake up. 

Her eyes opened and she rolled over on top of me. Spreading her legs wide, she lifted up to fit the broad head of my cock into her gaping vagina. Relaxing the muscles of her thighs, the weight of her body forced my shaft deep into her wet pussy. Soon we were thrusting our hips wildly in search of another mutual climax. When it finally came we were totally exhausted.

"Instead of driving back to your apartment why don't you spend the night here?" I asked as I hugged her spent frame to me. "What time is your first class?"

"Not until eleven, I really don't want to leave."

"Great. My first isn't until noon. Let's go to bed."

We helped each other up, staggered to my bedroom and collapsed onto my big bed.

"What are your plans for spring break?" she asked, snuggling up to me.

"I really don't have any. Jim invited me to spend the time at his ranch but I haven't decided yet. Why?"

"Well, my brother, Stan, has a little cabin up in Pinetop, in the White Mountains. I have never seen it but he said I could use it anytime I wanted and I was hoping, maybe, you might want spend a few days alone with me, with nothing to do except make love to each other."

"Would you mind if I thought it over for a few days?"

"Yes, I do mind," she said, pouting. "I thought you would jump at the chance. But take your time if you must."

"I was just kidding; I'd love to have you all to myself. Four days of loving you and your hot sexy body would be my idea of heaven."

"Mine too. I can't get enough of your loving," Samantha said, trying unsuccessfully to stifle a yawn. 

"Sorry, baby, I'm not bored, just exhausted."

"So am I, let's try to get some sleep."

I pulled the sheet over our spent naked bodies, and we fell into a much needed deep sleep.



Sam's Love Pt. 04



CHAPTER SIX

Sometime around midnight I awoke with a gnawing deep in my stomach. I carefully got out of bed so as not to disturb Sam. I grabbed a robe and quietly went out to the kitchen.

I had just finished laying out the makings for a Dagwood sandwich when Sam appeared in the doorway.

"I wondered where you disappeared to. Got hungry, huh? While you are at it you can make a small one for me, I'm kind of hungry too."

"All that fantastic loving we have been enjoying has really increased my appetite."

After I had made our sandwiches I poured each of us a large glass of milk and we sat down to eat.

Around one mouthful I asked Samantha where she learned to be such a marvelous lover.

"I shouldn't tell you, I'm not the kind of girl to kiss and tell."

"Come on, what can it hurt?"

"Alright, I tell you on one condition."

"Sure, just name it."

"I'll tell you if you promise to tell me who taught you."

"I don't have any problem with that. Okay, I promise."

"It was my brother, Frank, that was the first to introduce me to the joys of love making. I used to fight him like crazy at first, but after the first couple of times I got to really enjoy it. Frankie would wait until he and I were going to be alone for a while. Then he would coax me into taking off my clothes and he would play with me. It got to the point that I never objected when he stuck his hand into my blouse to feel my breasts or reached under my skirt to pet my pussy."

"Do you remember the first time he made love to you?" I asked her.

"Certainly, it's one of my most favorite memories."

"Would you mind telling me about it?"

"Not at all. Let's see, the actual act has been etched permanently into my mind, but the details of how we got started are a little fuzzy."

"Take your time, I'm not going anywhere."

"Okay. It was a Sunday night, I think, and I was sitting in the family room watching TV. I can't remember where my folks and my other brothers were but I know they were not home and wouldn't be until very late."

"The weekend before Frankie fucked me for the first time I had gone out on my first date. My date had tried very hard to get me to go all the way with him, but somehow I had resisted. I think the guy's name was Mike, yeah, that's what it was, Mike Palmer. Anyway, he had been trying to get me to go out with him for months. My parents were very strict and refused to allow me to date until my eighteenth birthday. Practially everyone who knew me also knew my dating situation. Well, Wednesday was my birthday and Mike had convinced my that he should be my first date."

"We went to the drive-in. The movie was terrible but since it was my first date I didn't mind being there. A lot of other guys were surprised when they saw me out with Mike and I knew I would be getting lots of other offers."

"Sorry, baby, I keep getting side-tracked."

"Don't worry about it. Go on with your story."

"We were at the show, trying to make heads or tails out of the plot of the movie, with little success. Mike got me to drink some beer and started kissing me. I guess I got a little drunk. Before I knew what had happened my blouse was unbuttoned and my skirt was pushed up around my waist. Mike was sucking on my tits and his hands were rubbing my pussy through my panties. As wonderful as it felt I told him to stop or I would scream."

"I finally convinced him to quit feeling me up and demanded that he take me home, which he did."

"Throughout the next week I thought I was going to go crazy. All I could think about was how good Mike's hands and mouth had felt. Every chance I got I would explore my body with my fingers. Sex was constantly on my mind. I tried cold showers at first. But being naked in a cold shower just made things worse. As soon as I stepped out of the icy spray, my thoughts would turn to sex again. And there I'd be naked, my body inviting my fingers to touch. And touch I would. Touch until I would lean against the sink and cry out in an agony of an empty orgasm. It wasn't enough."

"At night I would toss and turn before giving in to the cravings of my body. I even tried wearing gloves when I went to bed but soon after laying down the gloves would be gone and I would be frantically trying to quench the fire in my pussy."

"That Saturday night I tried to keep myself busy. I braided my hair and painted my nails. Whenever I started to think about sex I went into the kitchen and drank a glass of cold water. I was wearing a pair of tight jeans so I wouldn't be tempted to touch myself. But the denims were so tight they kept creeping up between my pussy lips. The soft friction of my silk panties didn't help much either."

"I was slouched down in a chair trying to watch some dumb program on TV when Frankie came home early from an date. He went into the kitchen and I heard him pop the top on a can of beer and rummage around for something to eat. When he came back he dropped onto the sofa and stared straight ahead."

"`Anything wrong?' I asked."

"`Just a lousy date, that's all,' he answered, sipping his beer.'"

"`Lousy?'"

"`Yeah. Susan Stillson. Damn it.'"

"`Susan is really pretty. Lots of guys are trying to date her.'"

"`Well, they can have her.' Frankie went on sipping his beer. He had on a western shirt and a pair of Levis. I wondered how the girls could resist him. If he wasn't my brother I would have probably been wild about him."

"I tried to concentrate on the television, but his comments had sparked my curiosity. It was rumored that Susan was really wild in bed."

"`What happened?' I asked, pretending not to be interested."

"`Oh, nothing much. She didn't want to do it in a car. In fact she really didn't want to do it at all.' He reached into his pocket and tossed something on the coffee table. `Then there was this.'"

"It took my a moment or two to focus on the object. It was white and cylindrical with a little string dangling from it. With a shock, I realized that it was a Tampax."

"`She. . . she you t-t-take that out?'"

"`Oh, I don't know if she let me or not. But I took it out anyway.' He took a big swallow of beer. `I really wanted to put something in it's place but. . . '"

"`Frankie, you're terrible.' I was blushing. But something else was happening between my thighs. I wiggled in the chair, trying not to act obvious. `Sometimes a girl doesn't feel like doing it during her period. You can't blame Susan for that.'"

"`She missed something good,' he leered. I had the uncomfortable feeling of being stared at. He was giving me a lusty look of want. It was unmistakable. I changed my position again, pulling a bare heel up against my crotch. But it only made things worse. Inside my panties, my pussy had been stretched open and the juices were leaking out. He smiled as if he knew exactly what was going on. I squirmed again, trying to think about something else."

"`Would you get me a beer, too? The folks won't know.'"

"Frank returned from the kitchen with a frosty can and opened it for me. He stood there next to my chair and watched me take the first sip before going back to the couch to sit down."

"`Since you turned sixteen, you sure ask a lot of questions.' he said, smiling again."

"`Well, a girl has to know what to expect.'"

"`I can show you that.'"

"`I'll just bet you would love to. No thanks. You're my brother, remember.' I turned back to the TV and pretended to watch the program. Frank leaned his head back and closed his eyes. The program got dumber and dumber but I tried hard to watch it. I wanted to run upstairs, rip off my jeans and take care of business. But I was determined to make it through one night without fingering myself to an frustrating self-inflicted orgasm. A snore coming from the sofa told me that Frankie had dozed off. The program had really gotten dumb. I couldn't follow the story line at all.

"`Oh, God, help me.' I breathed, looking at Frankie again making sure he was still asleep. Then I unbuttoned the front of my jeans. Three buttons gave me the room I needed. I slid a hand into the front of my panties. The clingy silk was plastered to my pussy lips. I peeled it away gingerly and stretched it to one side. Then I pressed a finger to the hot, plump lips. They parted with a wet snick and my finger searched out and found the hot nub of my clit. The little bump of sensitive flesh was already bulging from it's hood. It rose against my touch as I began breathing in long, even gasps."

"The pressure of my finger caused more juice to flow. My hips began a slow up and down movement. My clothing was restricting my movements. I was used to bringing myself off while experiencing the freedom of complete nakedness."

"Slowly pulling my fingers from my panties, I got up and went to the downstairs bedroom. The blanket at the foot of the bed was perfect for my needs. I draped it over my arm and returned to the family room. Frankie was still snoring as I stripped off my blouse and jeans. Sinking back into the soft cushions I pulled the blanket up to my neck. My nearly naked body was entirely hidden from view."

"`Oh. That's much better!' I whispered to myself. My fingers went eagerly to my pussy again, pulling the crotch-band aside and dug deep into the slippery folds. I was sitting tailor fashion, my slit stretched wide. I massaged my clit with my thumb as I felt the waves of pleasure wash over me."

"I closed my eyes completely and let my head lay back. The television rattled on, but I wasn't listening anymore. I was dreaming of so many nice things. A field full of cocks growing upwards. I was dressed only in a filmy gown as I pranced through them. They beat against my ankles, touched my calves. Then, on an especially big one, I squatted down. The head of it brushed my pussy open and I bent further, letting it skewer me. throwing my head up to the sun I bounced up and down on the imaginary prick until I cried out in the throes of orgasm."

"Back to reality and the family room, I felt myself teetering exquisitely close to the final release. And then the blanket was suddenly stripped away from my body. My eyes flew open and saw Frankie standing in front of me. He was standing there in his cowboy shirt and nothing else, his big cock throbbing up and down."

"`Frankie! What are you doing?'"

"`I was going to ask you the same question,' he said, falling to his knees before me. I tried to push him away but my muscles were to weak from the things I had been doing to myself. Frank shoved me back and ripped off my panties."

"`I've been dreaming of doing this to you for years,' he said, staring at my pussy. Then he grabbed my knees and pushed them wide. He sank his face into my steamy wetness and I cried out and squirmed in panic. In less than a minute my frantic cries had turned into gasping moans. Frankie's tongue was doing marvelous things to me."

"`Frankie, we can't! Oh God, no! We just can't!'"

"`Sh,' he soothed, licking me with furious, long swaths of his tongue."

"I felt myself slipping lower in the chair. My legs were over the tops of his shoulders and I didn't care anymore. He feasted slowly on my sweet pussy, as if it were some exotic dish he wanted to savor."

"`I've been wanting you so much lately,' he said, his fingers closing around my breasts. `So what if we are brother and sister. If we bring pleasure to each other, it doesn't matter.'"

"`It does too matter,' I protested but then Frank was teasing my clit again with his tongue. I squirmed sideways in the chair as the storm of pleasure choked off my words."

"`Come on. Let's fuck!'"

"`NOOO. . .!!!'"

"Frank pulled me up and then pushed me down on the sofa. I struggled to get away but he fell on top of me and wiggled his hips between my thighs. I beat against his chest and tossed my head but his strong hands forced my thighs apart. I felt the head of his cock pressing against my clit. It was as hot as I was."

"`Oh God, Sam, your body is so neat. I think about you all the time when I jack off.'"

"`NO, OH FRANKIE, NO! STOP, IT'S SO WRONG!!'"

"`You won't say that when I get my cock inside you.'"

"I managed to slip a knee between his thighs and bring it up. I felt his balls being flattened up against his body and Frank rolled off of me in pain. I scrambled off of the sofa and got as far as the stairs when he caught up to me."

"`Okay, if that's the way you want it!'"

"He had pulled his belt loose from his jeans and wrapped it around my wrists. He bound them behind my back and tested the job to make sure I couldn't wiggle a hand free."

"`Oh, God, no.'"

"He picked me up in his arms and carried me upstairs to his bedroom. After putting me on his bed he left me there to go back downstairs. I knew what he was doing, he was picking up my clothes and putting them in my room. Then I heard him close my door. He knew that our folks never disturbed me when my door was closed."

"Frank came back and closed his door. He lit a candle, turned on some soft music and turned off the light."

"`You know this can't happen,' I told him."

"He didn't say anything and pulled off his shirt so that he was as naked as I was. He fisted his cock until it had regained it's full length."

"I writhed on the bed, demanding to be set free. But he positioned me on the edge of the bed and lifted my legs over his shoulders. I was completely vulnerable and he knew it. He stood on the rug and leaned over me. With one hand he slid his cock-tip up and down my slit, gathering more and more moisture with each pass. Then he placed the engorged tip against my cherry and I began to sob."

"`I'm still a virgin, Frankie! I've never done it before!'"

"`Why not me for the first one then?' he smiled, caressing the plump lips of my pussy. He leaned forward a little more, stretching my cherry. He bent down and licked my tits, sucking my hard nipples into his mouth. I couldn't believe how excited that made me. I tried to control my passion but Frankie's tongue cut through what little resistance I had been able to muster. I tossed my head and begged for him to stop."

"`I'll let you tell me when you want it,' he breathed, opening his lips again to suck one of my breasts between his teeth. I felt the him softly chew on the erect nipple, sending a rush of pleasure through me. I tried to keep my hips still but the sensation of being touched only on my tit and pussy were to strong."

"`I don't know what's happening to me,' I wailed."

"`You will in a minute,' he gasped, kissing my neck. `and you will love it. You'll wish you could spend you whole life making love when I'm through with you.'"

"`Oh. . . Oh, Frankie,' I cried, jerking my arms against his belt. I knew I would have to let him do it. He was going to fuck me, my own brother was going to pop my cherry and fuck me."

"Then he was kissing me again, kissing my neck and ears and face. His mouth opened over mine and he seemed to be trying to suck my breath right out of me. I whimpered but he wouldn't stop, I couldn't think straight anymore. I could only feel that hard shape, the swollen knob of his cock pressing against my soft, vulnerable pussy. I began rocking my hips, crying."

"`NO. . . OH, we'll go to Hell for this!'"

"`It sure will be fun getting there,' he whispered, gnawing on my earlobe until I was left breathless again."

"`It's hurting, you are tearing me!'"

"`I told you, I won't fuck you until you beg for it.' He eased his cock-tip up my slit until I felt it brush against the hard nub of my clit. My hips really started to plunge then, I was safe from penetration at least for the moment. That little nub of sensitivity just had to be scratched, it was tingling with an itch of maddening pleasure."

"`Oh. . . Oh, shit. . . ' I cried, my hips lurching violently as Frankie pressed his glans tightly upon my clit. My juices were really flowing, seeping out of my pussy and dripping down the crack of my ass. My nipples were as hard as little stones, begging to be sucked. Frankie noticed their condition and his head swooped down, engulfing first one, then the other, between his lips and teeth. I squealed with the consuming joy that wracked my senses steadily."

"`Frankie. . . I'm getting so hot! I don't care about anything anymore!'"

"`Yeah, darling sister, yeah. . .'"

"`Oh, Frankie, aren't you afraid?'"

"`No. Not even a little bit.' he groaned, holding my face in his palms while he kissed me, kissed me until my lips felt heavy and swollen. Before he was through I was thrusting my tongue between his lips, gasping with desire."

"`You want it now?!'"

"`Ohhh. . . . oh, I don't know!'"

"`You want it. I can tell!'"

"`Yes. . . No. . . I mean. . . I can't let you. . . '"

"`Oh yes you will. You want me to plunge my hot cock deep into your hot pussy! You can't wait for me to fill your little pussy! Do you have any idea how it will feel?'"

"`A little. . . I mean I think I do. . .'"

"`No you don't! It's better than anything you have ever felt before!'"

"`Oh, Frankie. . . Do it then! Fuck me, fuck me good!' I pitched my ass up and down as I begged him to ram his meat into me. I was panting like a dog as he fit his cock in place. Then he was pushing, pushing so hard."

"`Oh. . . It hurts. . .Ow. . .' I cried, still wiggling. I felt the tear start. Then it was over with a sting of pain and the sudden thrust of his cock deep into my pussy. The feeling of being completely filled overwhelmed me. It swept away the small hurt and I flopped around under him."

"`Oh God! Sam, your pussy feels so good, so tight!' He kissed me passionately and I pressed against him."

"I felt a warm trickle of blood run down one ass cheek. I surprised me that after all the fretting I had done about losing my virginity it didn't seem to matter to me now that it was gone. I couldn't have cared less. All I cared about was the fantastic sensation of having my pussy full of hot, throbbing cock. My brother's cock!"

"`Oh, Frankie. . . It feels wonderful. . . Wonderful!'"

"The belt binding my wrists hurt a little and I found that it added to my excitement. I really felt helpless under his driving hips. He was actually raping me and I loved it."

"I marveled at the way his cock was sliding in and out. How could it fit so easily? It was tight, sure, but my buttery juices were making up for the close fit. I plunged my ass around in jerky circles as he fucked me. My legs were still hooked over his shoulders, stretching me so helplessly that I wondered if my little pussy would ever be the same."

"Then Frank did something strange. He eased his cock out of my pussy, teasingly stroked my clit with it's head then he stood up. I was hanging off the edge of the mattress, both feet kicking in the air, my hips working up and down. Once more I jerked my hands against the belt but it still held."

"`Frankie! What's wrong?' I said, panting so hard I could barely speak."

"`I just wanted to see how much you were enjoying yourself,' he said. The glow from the candle made his cock glisten."

"He got down on the carpet at my feet and laid back, hands under his head. He had a mischievous look in his eyes. His cock had lost none of it rigidity and it's throbbing length made me lick my lips. As perverse as his game was, I knew I had to have his cock in me again."

"I rolled over onto my stomach and slid down to the lug. On my knees, I walked over to where he laid waiting. His cock was up along his belly, stuck there by the hot juice I had swathed it with."

"`That's the way, little sister,' he teased, `come and get it.'"

"`Damn you. . .' I muttered, almost falling. If I did, I wouldn't be able to catch myself. I finally managed to straddle his body and slid my belly up along his."

"`Mmuuhhhh!' I gasped with lust. I pumped my hot pussy against his cock uselessly. There was no way for me to get it inside me with my hands tied."




Sam's Love Pt. 04



"`You really like to fuck now, don't you?'"

"`God, yes. Yes, damn you. Help me please!' I kissed his mouth savagely, mashing my small breasts against his chest. I wallowed back and forth, hoping to excite him enough to stick his cock back into me. My pussy lips had opened around his shaft but I could only rub up and down against it as it clung to his belly. There was no way for me to get the right angle for it to slip inside me."

"`Baby, oh, baby,' he hissed, kissing me again."

"`Oh Frankie. Please. Please put it in for me. Please, I'll do anything!'"

"`What if I untied your hands.'"

"`Oh, do. Please turn me loose!'"

"`Will you suck me first?'"

"`Yes. Yes, I'll suck you!' I cried, jerking against the belt again. Frank unbuckled it for me and I grabbed his cock with a moan of hunger. I was so wild by then that the head of it pushed into the back of my throat before I knew what was happening. I gagged and my stomach lurched. But I pulled my tongue along the tender underside until I heard him grunt with pleasure."

"Then I grabbed it at the base. It was so slippery from my juices and saliva that I had to grip it with both hands. I worked my pussy up so I could place the bulging head against my newly stretched hole. I sank down on it and with a shuddering sigh felt it fill my empty hole. I arched my back and sat straight up, knees bent at his sides as I squirmed down on his shaft. I felt his balls press against my ass and I knew that he was all the way in. The look on Frankie's face was one of absolute joy."

"`Oh, Frankie. . . Jesus. . . I'm cumming. . . '"

"He grasped my hips with both hands, `slow down. Make it last.' He pulled me down and kissed me tenderly. `Hold still for a moment.'"

"I closed my eyes and rubbed my tits across his chest. I clenched my pussy muscles around his cock and he moaned lustily.'

"`Hold still, I said.'"

"`But I would have none of that. I closed my thighs causing my tight box to become even tighter. From the look on his face I could see that I was really getting to him. I bucked my hips against him and felt my climax building. I thrashed about wildly, pumping and grinding for all I was worth as it exploded in my loins."

"He gave a mighty groan and rolled us over until he was on top. `Oh, God help me!' he grunted, driving his cock deeply into my quivering snatch. He bent down and kissed me fiercely, sucking my tongue into his mouth. `Here it comes baby, I'm going to fill you up with my cum.'"

"With a final lunge he started spurting his cum deep within my clasping pussy."

"Somehow I forced him to roll over again and I continued to fuck my soaked pussy up and down his hot cock. Again and again my hips plunged down until his spent cock slipped out. It was then that I finally relaxed and just laid on top of him. Both of us gasping for breath. After a long time I rolled off of him and reached down to stoke his shriveled tool."

"He bent over and kissed me softly, `I think I have created a monster. You take to fucking like a fish does to water.'"

"`I think you might be right.' I slithered down and took his soft penis into my mouth, tasting our combined spendings with relish. I lovingly washed his cock and balls with my tongue until his cock began to get hard again. Within seconds it was hard enough to once again work it's magic on me."

"We made love twice more that night and every chance we had over the next year and a half until he moved to Alaska to go to work on the pipe-line."



Sam's Love Pt. 05



CHAPTER SEVEN

"Practically everything I know about sex came from my brother, Frank, fooling around with me." "Sounds to me like he was a very good teacher. Do you have any other memories that you are particularly fond of?" I asked her.

"Yes, as a matter of fact I do. But it didn't involve my brother."

"Please. Go on."

"It took place only a few years ago, before I came here to ASU from California. The guy I was dating at the time was a year older and had left a few weeks early to start classes at the University of San Diego. As a result I was feeling kind of lonely."

"One Saturday night after I had just gotten out of the shower and was sitting in a bathrobe drying my hair. There was a knock at the door. It was my next-door neighbor, Sandy, who had also been my closest friend all through high school."

"She was crying uncontrollably because she had just learned that her boy friend was fooling around with another girl on the side. To try to comfort her, I put my arms around her, attempting to dry her tears and calm her down. As we sat on the couch and held each other, the same thought struck both of us at the same time. The tear-drying turned into hugging, then caressing and eventually our lips met in a long, deep, soul-stirring French kiss. My heart was beating so hard that I thought it was going to burst."

"Things developed rapidly from that point. I felt Sandy's hand slip into my robe, which had fallen open, and caressed my aroused nipples. There was a brief pause as we both wondered if we really wanted to turn our friendship into a lesbian affair. Neither of us had ever dreamed before that we had any sexual desires for other women, but a single, silent look told us we were in complete agreement."

"I took my hands from around Sandy's waist and started to unbutton her blouse. She was sucking my swollen nipples, flicking her tongue over one while pinching the other with her fingers. By the time I had her bra unfastened and off her right hand had moved down between my thighs to rub my drenched pussy. It was the first time anyone but a man had done to me the things that seemed natural for Sandy. She tickled my clitoris with her thumb and pressed on it with her palm while poking her fingers deep inside my aching pussy."

"I pushed her back until she was laying on the sofa. I was trying to stop shaking long enough to pull off her slacks and lacy bikini panties. She was as soaked as I was, her fluids were practically running from her lovely, light-blonde bush. For the first time I realized just how beautiful the female body can be and what a turn-on a girl's natural musk can be."

"I descended on Sandy, wanting to devour her abundant juices. Knowing instinctively what would feel good to her, and getting added direction from her soft moans, I massaged her clit with my tongue and lips, teasing it with light, circular motions. Then I would shove my tongue inside her beautiful pussy as far as it would go, chew on her cunt-lips very delicately and then start all over again, until I thought she was about to cum. She held back just long enough to switch us around into a 69 position, and as soon as her mouth touched my steaming box, the waves of a violent orgasm began, draining the strength from both of us."

"That was my introduction to girl love and, up until I met you, I almost seemed to prefer it to getting it on with a guy. But now I wouldn't trade your beautiful cock for all the pussy in the world."

"Thank you, sweetheart, no one has ever given me a finer compliment," I said. "Would you like to hear about some of my favorite memories?"

"Absolutely. But don't you think we should get something to eat first?" Sam asked.

"That would be a good idea I think. How long has it been since we have eaten?"

We got off of the huge bed and walked naked into the gourmet kitchen.

"To long. That protein tonsil wash you gave me was tasty but not very filling."

We rummaged through the food we had brought with us, trying to choose something nutritious as well as tasty. Unable to decide on anything, I grabbed a dozen doughnuts and a quart of milk and sat down at the breakfast bar to eat. Samantha, meanwhile, chose the healthful route with a couple of large bananas, an apple and some orange juice.

After I had quickly consumed half of the doughnuts I sat back to watch Sam deep-throat one of the bananas. The darn thing was close to a foot long, but some how she managed to take all but an inch down her lovely throat.

"If you keep that up I'll have to put my story on hold and take care of business," I said as I started to stroke my growing erection.

"Okay, I'll behave. Go on with your story."

"Well, just as your first experiences with making love came when you were quite young, that is what happened to me too."

"I had a similar experience shortly after starting classes here at ASU, when I became involved with the older sister of one my buddies. She was a senior while Tom and I were freshmen. I had lusted for her from afar ever since I first discovered girls. Every chance I had to be around her I would try to look up her skirt or down her blouse."

"My affair with her started one Saturday afternoon when I went over to Tom's house to see if he wanted to go see a movie. No one was home except Toni."

"She told me that I might as well wait around for a while since I was there and she thought Tom would be home soon. I didn't really want to leave because I liked looking at her firm tits and terrific legs. That particular day she was wearing a loose fitting blouse and a tight skirt. The way her breasts bounced and swayed when she walked I was sure she wasn't wearing a bra."

"She asked me if I would like a piece of pie and some milk and I said sure. She cut a piece for each of us and we both sat down at the kitchen table and ate. When we were done we sat there and talked for a while. A little later she asked if I wanted to watch a basketball game on television. I said sure again and we went into the living room."

"I sat on the sofa and she got comfortable in an overstuffed chair across the room. I turned on the game and sat there watching it. The game was interesting but I was more interested in watching Toni. When she first sat down her skirt came almost to her knees. But as she crossed and re-crossed her legs, the hem of her skirt rode higher and higher up her thighs. Every once in a while I would glance over at her, trying to catch a glimpse of her panties. A little later I was going to find out that she wasn't wearing any."

"She was reading a magazine intently so she didn't notice my stares at all."

"Toni started laughing at something in the magazine and walked over to where I was sitting. She leaned over towards me, to show me what was so funny. She had the top two buttons of her blouse undone and while she was showing me the cartoon, I could look down at the shadowy cleavage formed by her luscious breasts. I had a desperate urge to reach into her blouse and touch them. I looked at the cartoon and pretended to laugh like I thought it was funny, but I was really staring at her tits."

"`The light is better over here,' she said, and dropped to the couch next to me. She kept turning the pages in the magazine, pretending to read, but I knew she wasn't. Then Toni leaned against me lightly, our shoulders touching. The warmth of her arm made me start to get excited."

"I rested my left hand in my lap so she wouldn't notice my growing dick. She just sat there, letting me look down her blouse while she pretended to read."

"Then she relaxed and leaned against me a little harder. I got so hot that I put my arm around her shoulders. I guess she liked it because she snuggled even closer. She wasn't turning the pages anymore, just staring at the TV."

"Ever so slowly my hand moved to the center of her chest, aiming right for the crease between her succulent tits. She didn't move. Then my hand came to rest at the top of her soft breasts. I started breathing real heavy. This was going to be the first time I had ever felt a female breast and I was going out of my gourd with anticipation. She was going to let me touch her and I could hardly wait until I had one of those tempting tits in my hand."

"Both of her hands were resting on the magazine, motionless. She was making herself available for my hand to play with her tits. I let my hand slip lower, just reaching between her tits. Her hot flesh felt so good it made my prick jump in my pants."

"Little by little I inched my way down her breasts until my hand cupped the full roundness of one tit. My head was spinning with excitement. I gently squeezed her breast, feeling the warmth and softness. I kept fondling her beautiful tit as my prick pulsed and bobbed."

"Toni reached over and placed her hand on my thigh and began to caress me. Her hand moved higher toward my raging hard on. I removed my hand from it and let her feel my stiff meat. She petted my prick softly as I held her glorious tit. My fingers found her nipple and when I pinched it she tightened her grip on my prick and moaned. The more I played with her nipple the more she squirmed and moaned."

"She moved her hand to the top of my pants then slid it down, reaching into my briefs, she began to stroke my bare cock. I was dizzy with lust, feeling her hot little hand on my prick as I fondled her breast. Then she removed her hand from my pants and unzipped the fly. She grabbed my prick and started to pump up and down it, jacking me off. With her other hand she unbuttoned her blouse all the way, revealing her lovely breasts. They stood out proudly, firm and beautiful, her pink nipples erect and begging for attention."

"She stared at my prick as her hand moved up and down, making my rod stiffen and grow longer. She asked very softly, `Would you like to fuck me, Davie?'"

"I was so dizzy that I could hardly answer her. Besides, I had never fucked anything but my hand and I felt kind of shy. But suddenly the courage came to me and I said, `Yes, I would, I would like very much to make love with you."

"She threw the magazine aside and jumped to her feet. She shrugged her blouse off her shoulders while unzipping her skirt, letting it fall to the floor to join her discarded blouse. She stood before me completely nude. Toni moved to the other end of the sofa and lay on her back and motioned me to come to her. I finished pulling off my pants and shorts and crawled between her wide-spread thighs. She reached down and grabbed my stiff cock and played with it between her pussy lips for several moments, getting herself even more excited."

"`What if Tommy comes back and finds us like this?' I asked, suddenly worried about being discovered." "`I told a fib when I said that he was due back soon,' she explained. `He and our folks went across town to visit my aunt and uncle. They won't be back until late tonight.'"

"All I did was nod my head, the tip of my prick was burning up with desire. I started making fucking motions with my hips and she finally guided my cock into her pussy. I plunged in and out about three times and quickly came. God, I didn't know fucking could feel so good."

"After I shot my wad, Toni got up and went into the bathroom. She came back wiping herself with a towel and laid back down on the couch. `After you rest a while,' she said, "you can fuck me again. The next time you won't cum so fast and I'll be able to cum too, with you inside me. Boys always cum much faster than girls do, but next time it will take you longer.'"

"She rubbed her wet pussy lips up and down, massaging them all around. `Climb up on me again,' she whispered in a sexy voice, `and suck on one of my nipples, I really like to have my breasts sucked.'"

"I nodded my head and moved up on her soft body. Cupping one of her spongy tits in my hand I lowered my lips to the nipple. It was hot and began to stiffen as I sucked it. She moaned and pulled my head harder against the quivering mound. I sucked harder, enjoying its texture. It wasn't long before my prick started to grow hard again. The more I sucked on her breast the harder my cock became. She was pressing my head down with both hands, like she never wanted me to stop."

"Suddenly she threw her legs around my hips and said `Now, Davie, Fuck me now! Put your prick in me now! Oh, Jesus, fuck me good!'"

"I raised my ass and her hips came up to meet my cock. It was right in line with the opening in her pussy and I pushed it slowly into her hot pussy. I could feel that my prick wasn't as sensitive as before. I really started to pump into her and didn't feel the tremendous pressure in my balls like the first time. But, boy, I just couldn't stop pumping. The more we fucked the more I wanted to keep doing it. Her slim ass was swinging all over the place as she banged into me for all she was worth. And I was still sucking her stiff nipple. God was that good. I was fucking her and sucking her at the same time. My prick kept getting harder and harder, it felt like it was going to stay hard forever."

"`Don't stop!' she yelled. `Oh, God, that feels so good! Keep sucking my tit! Keep fucking and sucking me! Oh, that feels good. Keep doing it!'"

"I was driving into her like I was possessed and I felt like I could do it all day. The more I did it the better it felt. Suddenly she squeezed her hips around me tighter and tighter. She pounded her ass against me faster and faster, yelling `I'm cumming! Oh, God, I'm comming!'"

"Her hips slammed against me one last time and kept pressing against me as I continued to hammer my cock into her. She moaned repeatedly as her body jerked beneath me in a terrific orgasm. I wasn't even close to coming yet and I just kept jamming my hot prick into her and kept sucking on her tasty breast."

"Toni's legs relaxed from around my hips. `No more,' she cried, `no more, Dave. I'm finished. You don't have to do it anymore. Please stop! Stop sucking my tit! Oh, please stop!'"

"But I couldn't stop pumping. My dick was getting red-hot, like I was going to cum if I kept at it. She tried to shove my head away from her tit, But I was frantic not to let go of that tasty piece of flesh. Then she tried to wiggle her hips away from under me, but I had a firm grip on her ass and she could not move except when I pulled or pushed her."

"After several tries to get me to let go of her, she all of a sudden began to groan loudly again. `Oh my God,' she cried. `I'm going to cum again! I'm cumming again! I'm cumming again! Oh, Jesus, I'm exploding!!!'" "Her hips banged against me harder than before as my hands squeezed her soft ass. As she yelled, I felt myself climbing higher and higher. My prick was aglow with passion as I shot my cum into her while Toni shrieked her orgasm at the same time."

"That was the first time I had fucked a pussy or sucked a tit. From then on I was hooked on loving."

"The next weekend I called Toni to ask her if she would like to come over. I didn't want to come right out and say that I wanted to fuck her again so I made up the excuse that I had a new album that I thought she would like to hear. She was real happy to hear from me and said she would be right over."

"My family had left for the afternoon so I knew we would have so time alone together."

"A few minutes later she walked in the front door. She looked fantastic. She was wearing a halter top mini-dress with a neckline that dipped very low, exposing the inner curves of her breasts almost to her nipples. Every step she took her beautiful breasts bounced erotically. My mouth was watering as I watched her come into the living room."

"We sat down on the floor, and leaned back against the couch after I had put the album on. I could smell her sweet perfume and I wanted to start kissing her right away. She sure was pretty and I felt so proud that she would want to spend time with me."

"We sat there listening to the music and I put my arm around her shoulders. She cuddled up real close to me and my arm dropped from her shoulders to slip around her waist, my hand coming to rest on her hip. She looked up at me and I could see the lust building in her beautiful blue eyes. I softly kissed her forehead, then her up-turned nose, then finally our lips met."

"I didn't know how to kiss then, but for what I didn't have in style I made up for in passion. She must have liked what I was doing because she soon was kissing me back just as hard. She opened her lips slightly and the tip of her tongue timidly came out to push my lips open. When her tongue met mine I felt my excitement growing."

"Toni started to groan as our tongues played together. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pushed against me harder, forcing me down to the carpet. Before I knew what was happening she was laying on top of me, rubbing her soft body lustfully against me."

"I put both of my arms around her and hugged her tight. While one of my hands cupped her ass the other was pulling up her short dress from behind, until both of my hands caressed her panty-covered buttocks."

"She ground her pelvis against my hard cock, spreading her legs around my hips. She stopped kissing me and raised up until she was sitting on my hips. Her fingers traced along my chin before they moved down to my shirt. One by one the buttons popped open as she moved her hands down to my waist. When she reached my pants, she pulled out my shirt and spread the two halves of cloth. She then raised her hands up to my chest and started to play with my nipples. I had never realized that a man's nipples could be so sensitive. After tweaking them into hardness, her hands returned to my waist to open my pants. She leaned over me again and wetly kissed my ear before whispering that she wanted to suck me off."

"All I could do my groan in approval, I was so turned-on. She sensually kissed down my torso, pausing for a moment to suck my stiff nipples, before continuing. When her lips arrived at the waist-band of my briefs, she sat back on her haunches to give herself room to pull off my pants and shorts. When my stiff cock sprang free of it's confinement she caught it in her hand and began to stroke it lovingly."

"She slid down as her mouth opened wide, sucking my prick into her mouth. It felt as good as, if not better than, her pussy had felt around my cock. Her hot, wet mouth slid up and down my prick as my whole body shivered with lust."

"I closed my eyes and enjoyed the wonderful sensations of her mouth on my prick. Her mouth was tight and slippery like her pussy only the sucking made it even better. Her head moved up and down, licking and sucking my hard shaft, sending all kinds of wild delights shooting through my body. I moaned and groaned with pleasure. It wasn't very long before I felt a swirling hotness in my balls, which streamed up through my gut and into my prick. My coming was slow and gradual, building with intensity as Toni's slippery mouth moved faster and faster, sucking and eating my hot cock. I could feel my cum shooting from the bottom of my prick upward, making me explode inside, shooting skyrockets across my eyes. My cock jerked in her mouth, pumping load after load of cum down her throat."

"My whole body went numb. she held my wilting cock in her mouth, lying very still, allowing me to catch my breath and recover from my intense orgasm. Her beautiful lips still giving warmth to my sensitive prick made me feel secure and loved by her."

"She released my shrunken organ from her sexy mouth and moved up my relaxed body to kiss me. `I love to suck you prick, David,' she whispered. `I'd suck it for you anytime. And you can make love to me anytime you want. I love having sex with you more than I ever have with anyone else. It's different with you.' She kissed me again, mashing her lips against mine sucking my tongue into her sexy mouth."

"`And now that you have had a chance to catch your breath,' she said, `I'm going to teach you how to eat my pussy.'"




Sam's Love Pt. 05



"I took a deep breath. `I really don't feel like doing that,' I said hesitantly. `I don't think I'd like it. Maybe I could make you cum with my fingers.'"

"She put her hand on my cheek. `It's not fair, Davie,' she said quietly, `for me to suck you off and then you not doing the same for me. That is what sex is all about. You know how good you felt when I sucked you off?'"

"I nodded."

"`Well, that is how good it will feel to me when you lick my pussy. So when I suck on you, you suck on me. Come on, I'll show you how. It's easy once you get the hang of it.'"

"Toni reached under her skirt, pulled her panties off and laid them aside, then got onto the sofa. She slid down far enough so that her ass was right on the edge and pulled up her dress to expose her hairy little pussy. She spread her legs and reached down to separate the outer lips of her pussy"

"`Put your tongue right against the top of my slit,' she instructed."

"I moved closer, not knowing what to expect, and placed my tongue where she told me to. It felt warm and soft like the rest of her sexy body. I was beginning to know a girl's body so intimately."

"Then Toni told me how to lick and suck. She told me about the little bud of her flesh at the top of her slit. She explained that it was called a clitoris or clit for short. About how it was just as sensitive as the head of my cock. I licked the firm button of her clit and sucked it as Toni squirmed and wiggled. She moaned and jerked, which made me want to keep sucking and nibbling her flesh."

"I glanced up to see the expression on her face. To my surprise she had opened her dress so she could play with her breasts. She was pinching and pulling on her nipples. She was wiggling her hips all over the edge of the cushion, making it difficult for me to keep my mouth on her pussy. So I reached up under her ass and clutched it firmly in my hands. I was beginning to enjoy sucking her juicy pussy."

"It didn't take long for Toni to start raising her hips higher and higher. `I'm cumming,' she cried, `I'm cumming.' Then she was still for a fraction of a second and her body began to whip back and forth, pumping up and down and sideways. I sucked harder and licked faster, just as she had done with me when I came."

"She slumped down and I figured she must have finished, so I pulled my mouth away from her dripping pussy. I just sat there watching her breasts heave as she gasped for breath."

"Toni and I had sex pretty regular after that. We would get together almost every weekend when we knew we would have a few hours of privacy. I guess you could say that we went steady for a couple of months, in secrecy that is. Our affair continued until she graduated from college and went away to Europe for summer vacation."

"Toni must have been one hell of a teacher," Samantha said. "I wish I could find her and thank her for instructing you so well."

"The last I had heard she had moved back East, to Pittsburg, Pennsylvania, I think and is a seventh grade math teacher," I answered. "If you really want to know I can ask Tom how to get in touch with her?"

"Not Tom from school? Not the same Tom who had tried to keep us from getting together?"

"Yep, that's the one."

"I can't believe it. Toni must have gotten all of the sexiness in her family because poor Tom got the short end of the stick." When Sam realized what she had just said she burst out laughing.

"My, my, aren't we `punny' this evening." I said as I could not control my own amusement. We laughed until our sides hurt and then finally calmed down.



Sam's Love Pt. 06



CHAPTER EIGHT

"As long as we are telling stories, I think you would enjoy hearing about what happened to me just last semester at the university."

"I had arranged to meet one of my professors at his home to discuss a paper I was writing. While I never planned anything to happen, I admit I wanted to be appealing to him. I wore a tight pair of white shorts, an open weaved white cotton sweater (without a bra), a pearl necklace and a pair of high-heeled sandals, all of which looked quite good against my deeply tanned body."

"I showed up at his house at about eight-fifteen in the evening and we sat in his den, talking about English. But being in a non-classroom setting with him made him seem even more attractive to me, so I flirted."

"He was slow to respond, trying to remain very professional. At around nine-thirty, after one of my stronger flirting glances and smiles, he said, `You know, you are a very good-looking young lady. And if you keep looking at me like that, I'm going to have to do something about it.'" "`Whatever do you mean?' I protested innocently."

"He replied with something to the effect that my body was stimulating and my face alluring. I blushed, but I was also pleased, and I felt my nipples suddenly harden. He stared right at my breasts and then stood up, walked around behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. I looked up at him and smiled sweetly. I knew he was looking down at more than my face, and I liked it. I nipples tingled under his stare and I felt them push against my sweater, realizing that he would notice. He leaned down and kissed me deeply. I responded with my tongue. Then I felt his fingers on my nipples, lightly rubbing them through my sweater. I cooed and arched my breasts up toward him. It felt divine. I was absolutely turned on by being touched on only my lips and nipples. I wanted him to go on caressing me more and more."

"At this point he must have sensed how hot I was. He stopped kissing me, reached down and lifted my sweater above my breasts. He was seeing in full light my exposed pink nipples protruding like tiny erections from my bare, white breasts. I was very turned-on. He reached down with his fingers and began rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. I felt a flood of warmth between my legs and threw my head back, closing my eyes. My breasts were lifted up as he caressed them, driving me into a frenzy of lust."

"After this had gone on for a while and I was wild with the tension that had built up between my thighs, he told me to play with myself. I was very embarrassed at the idea of doing it in front of him, but I was so excited that I needed to try to relieve my longing. I reached up under the leg band of my shorts and found my clitoris. He was still rolling my now throbbing nipples, sometimes between his thumb and forefinger, sometimes with a circular motion using the tip of his finger."

"My shorts were too tight to allow me as much movement as I needed to get off. So I pulled my fingers out from the tight leg band, undid the front of my shorts and thrust my hand inside. I rubbed my wet clit faster and faster while my hips bounced up and down on the chair. Finally my orgasm burst through my being. As I sat there, my body trembling in the aftermath, I looked up at him and smiled."

"`That was fantastic,' he said. `After you have collected yourself why don't we go into the living room.'"

"After I rested for a moment I pulled down my sweater, fastened my shorts and followed him into his living room. When I sat down on the couch I expected him to be all over me, but instead he sat down in a chair that faced the couch. I blushed and looked at him questioningly and he just smiled."

"Then he said, `Your body is beautiful, and seeing you so turned-on really turned me on.' I blushed even more and he continued, `What I'd like would be for you to take off you clothes so I can enjoy seeing all of you naked charms.' After the pleasure he had just given me, it seemed like the least I could do for him."

"I leaned forward to unfasten a sandal, but he said, `No, leave your shoes on. Your beautiful, long legs look so tempting in heels.' So I stood up and paused for a moment, not sure what to take off first. Then, I guess because he had already seen my breasts, I removed my sweater. As I pulled it over my head, he said, `Very nice.' I folded my sweater neatly and laid it on the back of the couch. When I stood up straight, I sucked in my tummy. Being aware that this caused my breasts to thrust forward, my pink nipples protruding invitingly."

"I opened my shorts, peeled them down over my hips and thighs and stepped out of them. I folded them and turned around to put them on top of my sweater. I heard a sudden intake of breath when I bent over slightly. I knew that the back of my panties had slipped into the crack of my ass leaving my cheeks almost completely exposed. I turned back to face him and saw his growing anticipation clearly outlined in his pants. I smiled seductively then pulled my panties down and off, tossing them on my other clothes. I stood there utterly naked except for my pearl necklace and white sandals."

"`God, you are beautiful,' he said with sincere appreciation. `Let's go make some hors d'oeuvres and get a drink.'"

"I was taken back. He, still fully dressed in his jacket, pants and tie, caught my hand and led me into the kitchen. He kept looking admiringly at my breasts, bush, ass and legs, but never once even tried to caress me. He ignored my embarrassment and acted as if the situation was normal."

"`Here, peel this cucumber and slice it thinly,' he said. While I did so, he proceeded to de-crust, quarter and spread butter on pieces of bread, all the while glancing at me, occasionally saying things like, `My, you are pretty,' or `You really have a sexy ass,' or `Your breasts are so firm and lively.' Once he said, `Seeing that soft mound of hair atop your shapely thighs is driving me crazy.' I felt my cheeks reddened with each comment, but they turned me on immensely. I didn't know what else to do, so I just stood there, being watched and complimented and slicing the cucumber. Then, at his instruction, I put a slice of cucumber on each bread quarter and sprinkled it with lemon juice and pepper. He stood there smiling and watched me. `Take them back into the living room,' he told me while picking up a bottle of wine and two glasses. I went out ahead of him and I knew he was watching the way I walked so I tried to make my hips sway alluringly."

"I put the tray of hors d'oeuvres down on the coffee table and thrust my ass back at him. I heard him chuckle and we sat down as before, me on the couch and him in the chair. I kept my legs crossed so that only the top fringe of my bush and my breasts were revealed to him. It was very erotic to sit there in the nude, talking, eating and drinking wine. He asked me about my love life, how much I dated, if I flirted much, how far I usually went and if I enjoyed making love. I answered vaguely and was becoming embarrassed again. He asked me what I liked a lover to do to me. I said that I hadn't really thought about it much."

"`Uncross your legs,' he told me. I did, exposing the damp slit between my legs to his gaze. He stared directly at it, making me tingle. He put down his drink, got up and walked over to me. He kneeled down in front of me and kissed my tummy, then the top of my bush and then moved lower. The sensation was thrilling. I slid down on the sofa, opened my legs wide and thrust my box up to his mouth. Gently, he probed with his tongue, flicking it onto and around my stiff clit, first lightly, then faster and more intensely. I began writhing under his expert ministrations. He grabbed my buttocks with both hands and buried his face in my blonde bush. His tongue was like a continuous lightning bolt, licking my pulsating clitoris then probing deeply into my pussy."

"I began to cum wildly, vaguely aware of the heightened sensation of his fingers as they explored my anus. I gasped and moaned, the pleasure became so intense that I tried to get away from his thrilling tongue and probing fingers. But he held me tightly when I squirmed. My orgasm crashed through me, I soared higher than ever before. His tongue stopped it's maddening lapping of my clit and gradually I returned to my senses, only to have it come blasting back when he renewed his efforts. Again and again he brought me to new peaks of pleasure. He finally stopped, caressed my clit slowly one more time with his talented tongue before kissing me and sitting down next to me. I was shattered, I lay there with my legs spread, gasping."

"`I want to do something for you.' I felt marvelous and I wanted him to feel that way also."

"`You will,' he said, `but I want you to see that turning someone else on is as sexy as being turned on yourself. Physically, the need is to be stimulated, and it's great. But emotionally, mentally, the real kick is exciting someone else. Also, while there is physical need for eventual release, the build up, being turned on and waiting, is really the most fun. It takes self-control and the ability to defer physical pleasure to enhance the erotic mental enjoyment. What we have been doing has been fantastically arousing for me.'"

"`Anyway, now I want you to take off your clothes and stop hiding your body from me.'"

"`Okay,' he said and got up to remove his suit. When at last he dropped his shorts, I saw his big cock."

"`Mmmmmmm,' I murmured."

"He stood before me for a moment, his dick pulsing slightly, and then said, `Let's have dinner. I'll stay like this, but I want you to put something on. Sometimes wearing a few clothes is more exciting than wearing nothing at all.'"

"He left and quickly returned with a dress. It was silky, clingy and cobalt blue. It was like a long shirt but only had two buttons at the waist and was cut very provocatively. At the top it was cut low and very wide, revealing my navel and the inner halves of my breasts, with just enough material to cover my nipples. The bottom was split from my waist down. If I stood perfectly straight and still, all of my charms were hidden. But when I walked, my inner thigh, right up to my bush was exposed. If I leaned to one side or the other the top would gap open to reveal an entire breast."

"Although he had already seen me nude, being dressed like that was even more of a turn-on. I watched his cock twitch with pleasure each time I moved and bared a portion of my anatomy."

"We went into the kitchen to prepare dinner: a couple of steaks, baked potatoes, corn and a salad. As we cooked, I could not keep my eyes off of his prick. I had never really taken a close look at a nude man before. Whenever my nipples were revealed, his cock pulsed."

"When he seated me at the dining room table, the split skirt of my dress fell open. His prick jumped against the back of my neck and I reached up to stroke it. He bent over to kiss me warmly and then went to the other side of the table to sit down. While we ate, by candle light, his naked cock and my exposed crotch were hidden by the table. My box got wetter and wetter at the thought of the sensuality of the situation. As often as I could, I leaned forward or to the side so that my erect nipples would flash into view. I always acted like it was an accident, smiled and then recovered myself."

"After we finished eating we cleared the table and returned to the living room. He sprawled out on the couch and said, `Now you can do some things for me. You know how your sexy body excites me. I want you to dance for me, to do a striptease.'"

"I stammered `I don't know how,' blushing fiercely"

"`Improvise,' he said. `Remember your goal is to excite and tantalize me. It will arouse you and that will excite me even more.'"

"I started to take off the dress when he stopped me. `Oh, no,' he said, `Not yet. You should be able to go a long way with it on.' I must have looked puzzled. `Look, think of all the ways you can tease me by showing just a little, then a little more. You could drive me wild fully dressed.' He saw my continued confusion. `Wiggle. Gyrate. Hunch. Hump. Go ahead.'"

"I began to understand and started to undulate before him like a belly-dancer, letting the split in the dress flick open and closed. Soon I really got into it. I wiggled my breasts so they popped out of hiding and I saw his cock throb. I sat on the coffee table in front of him and thrust my pelvis up and down. I was really turned on so I dropped my hands to my pussy and parted the lips, caressing myself. Now his cock was as hard as a rock. I stuck a finger into my wet pussy and slide it in and out, coating it with my juices. Then I raised my wet finger to my mouth and started sucking it like it was a miniature cock."

"`Now. Now take it off,' he whispered hoarsely. I stood and did so, slowly and wantonly, all the while running my hands over my body. For a while I just had the top part off, then I let the whole dress fall to the floor."

"`Stand on the table,' he said and I did. He looked up at me hungrily. `Turn around, let me see that beautiful ass.' I did as he asked and wiggled my butt obscenely. `Oh,' he gasped. `Bend over.' As I did I knew that my dripping pussy was totally revealed to him.`Oh, you look so good like that, with your firm breasts hanging down and you sweet pussy winking at me between you cheeks. Touch yourself.' I slipped a finger down and into my wet box as he stared at me. My fingers were rapidly moving in and out when he said, `Come here, knell on the couch.' At first I didn't understand, but when I felt his cock pushing against my pussy from behind I was ecstatic. Then he guided his prick slowly into my waiting hot box and pressed his body into mine. Slowly and gently at first, he slid in and out. Gradually he picked up speed, thrusting rapidly and more powerfully. His hands found my breasts and pulled on my hard nipples. I was torn apart by bolts of pure pleasure, more deeply sensual and sexual than I had ever known. I hurtled my hips back at him, meeting each lunging stroke. I wiggled and gasped as my breathing quickened. His pace and ferocity somehow increased again. I felt my climax building as I arched my back up to him. My orgasm coursed through me like rolling thunder. His hot cum filled me and then he collapsed upon me. We lay there exhausted and both totally satisfied."

"`Let's take a quick shower and go to bed.' I nodded my head in approval and let him help me up and lead me into the bath. He adjusted the hot spray until it was as soft as a gentle waterfall before placing me under it. He soaped down my body and then rinsed me clean. With an oversized towel he gently patted my body dry and then carried me to his bed. We sank into it's softness and I instantly fell into a deep sleep."

"There was one drowsy, sensuous fuck sometime in the early morning which ended in a sleep-muffled, gentle climax, but otherwise we slept."

"The next morning I had to leave in a hurry so as not to be late for my first class. He smiled at me and said, `The next man who asks you what you like sexually, you will be able to answer.'"

"I wanted to go back to relive those exciting pleasures with him but I never seemed to be able to get away again, something always came up. At the end of the semester he moved away and there hasn't been any other man in my life, until I succeeded in seducing you."

"What ever happened to him?" I asked.

"I heard that he was killed in a terrible car accident about a month after he moved away," Sam sobbed as she began to cry. 

Tears were steaming down her cheeks and I tried to comfort her. "There, there, honey. Don't cry. Just try to remember the happiness he gave you and know that he has gone on to a better world."

"I know, David, but I can't help it. Just hold me and I'll be alright in a little while."

"I love you, baby. Let's go to sleep."

I turned out the light and hugged her gently until her sobbing gradually faded and was replaced by the deep breathing of sleep. When I was sure she would not wake up I let myself join her in dreams.