0 comments/ 24454 views/ 12 favorites Seducing the TA By: BJMalkovich It was late on a Friday night, about 11:00PM, and Tori was alone in her dorm drinking peach schnapps and angrily cursing aloud to herself about how upset she was with her freshman English class. "I speak English," Tori said to herself. "I should be acing that class," her poor use of logos and connecting a writing class with her so-called native language gave ample indication of why she was doing so poorly in Mr. Avery's class; she didn't pay attention in class, nor did she successfully complete her assignments to the best of her ability—instead, she focused on the party lifestyle associated with being in college. But in all honesty, Tori knew that her poor attention skills in class weren't solely caused by her party lifestyle. While she didn't listen to the content Mr. Avery was spewing, she just loved to uncritically listen to the sound of his voice. She'd begun wearing tight yoga pants, which hugged her ass tightly and gave not-so-subtle clues as to what was kept underneath, to class every day because she had begun noticing how his eyes lighted up once she'd started. To the normal human eye, Mr. Avery's observations of Tori would be hard to suspect; but for someone who was looking, someone who felt similar feelings, Tori was able to pick up on his lustful stares at her. She noticed the way he'd look at her ass, then look away, then steal another glance at it. She noticed, also, the bulge that would form in his pants, as he'd lecture. He hid behind the podium, but she couldn't help but licking her lips in approval. That Friday night, she kept on thinking of how badly she wanted to seduce him. She knew he'd never initiate a naughty exchange between them; he was far too professional for that. But if she was given the opportunity, she thought she could convince him the mutual benefits of them hooking up. Besides their mutual attraction, she could also get a better grade out of it, and he'd get the chance to form a lasting relationship with someone she was sure he thought was out of his league. Maybe she could stop by his office hours, she thought. But then she shook her head. She just wanted an irrefutable sign that he was willing to bend the rules as she was. The clock read 11:34PM, and she took a break from her nervous pacing to take a look out the dorm window; and it was then that she noticed a car pulling into the adjacent empty parking lot, the lot for the English department building. She was curious, watching patiently for the door to open. "Who could it be?" she muttered. The door opened, and to her delight, Mr. Avery stepped out. He dropped what seemed like the butt of a cigarette at his feet and stopped it out; it seemed like a cigarette, but it was far too imperfectly wrapped. It was a marijuana joint. She watched as Mr. Avery shut the car door, locking it, and headed toward the door of the English department building, briefcase in hand. This was her chance, she thought; she better hurry! She put on some running shoes quickly and threw on her coat, and let herself out of the door of her dorm quickly. She ran down the stairs and out the front entryway just in time to catch Mr. Avery sifting through his keys, trying to find the right one. She was going to approach him, but then froze. "Wait... I shouldn't just approach him on the sidewalk, scare him off, and give him reason to shoe me off, even if he's here at an odd time. He is the professor and all. He doesn't have to account for himself to me. I should wait until he gets inside so we'll be alone and he has less reason to shoe me off!" So she waited, watching him admiringly as finally he found the right key and unlocked the door. To her delight, he didn't lock the door from within and instead went straight for the stairs. She gave him a 10 seconds' head start and then headed for the door, letting herself in, first looking around to make sure no one saw her enter. The building was nearly pitch black. She was happy to see that he was already up the stairs when she entered and couldn't hear her come in. She walked up the stairs after him, keeping a close distance. On the second floor, she watched him as he entered the TA offices and headed for his cubicle. The TA offices were a room filled with cubicles, each unique to the TA who owned it. She had always admired Mr. Avery's cubicle, a quaint dark shade of green on its walls, furnished with a small loveseat and an additional chair that overlooked Mr. Avery's desk. A diploma frame on the wall read "Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing" to indicate Mr. Avery was already deep into his doctoral studies, unlike many of the other TAs who were only MA or MFA students. This also meant that he taught multiple classes, while many of the master's students and TAs only taught one. He taught three, in addition to his doctoral work. She admired Mr. Avery's vast abilities to keep his studies in order while also committing to providing quality instruction to three classes of 25 each. She let herself into the TA offices and made her way toward Mr. Avery's cubicle. It was at the far end of the room. Once there, she slowly crept her way around toward the opening that led into the cubicle. It appeared that Mr. Avery was deep in thought, his head over a manuscript, examining it closely. He had no idea she had followed him in. "Hi," Tori mouthed quietly and cutely, a smile spreading across her face. Mr. Avery looked startle, adjusting his concentration from the manuscript on his desk to the entryway of his cubicle. "Tori?" He asked. "What in the world are you doing here? It's so late." "I followed you in," she told him. "My dorm is the one next door and I saw you come in. I was wondering the same thing about you, actually, why you were here so late. You looked lonely, so I decided I'd come and try to keep you company." She smiled at him as she walked confidently into his office, taking off her coat. Mr. Avery could hardly resist her low-cut blouse and tight yoga pants inside the privacy of his cubicle within an empty and dark building. "This is highly inappropriate, Tori, what with the hour and all. If you need to talk about something, maybe we should schedule an appointment for Monday morning." "I could say the same thing about the joint I saw you discard when you got out of your car." She smiled, innocently. "Shit." He said, caught. "What is it that you want?" "To talk about my grade." "Okay, I think you've earned that opportunity. What is it that you want to talk about concerning your grade?" "I have a D and I'd like an A." "Tori, at this point in the semester, that's not even mathematically feasible. You should have worked harder on your papers like I told you, sought help, and visited the writing center. Hell, I even told you I'd offer you extra credit." "Mhm," she began, decisively. "That's what I'm here about. I'm here to talk about extra credit." She smiled, cutely. "It's too late." "I'm not so sure," she said, as she turned around and exposed her round rump in her tightly hugging yoga pants. She bent down, placing her hands on her ass and moved in closer toward his desk so he could get a better look. "Tori, what are you doing? This is highly inappropriate." He said halfheartedly. He wanted it. "I know you've wanted this. Now's your chance to see it for yourself, in the privacy of your office. No one will know." She said as she slowly pulled her yoga pants off down to expose her naked 18-year-old ass. She hadn't been wearing panties. She never wore panties when she was in Mr. Avery's presence. "Oh, good lord." He mouthed. "You like?" "Yea..." Tori pivoted on her heels and helped herself behind Mr. Avery's desk, climbing into his lap, her ass nestled over the bulge in his pants. "You can have whatever you want." She whispered in his ear. "Anything?" He asked. "Yes, I'm all yours." "Pull them back up. Give me a lap dance to start." Tori obeyed. Standing before him, he grabbed on her ass and then she twerked her ass over the bulge in his pants. She could feel it growing larger, begging to get out. "Oh, Mr. Avery. Someone's happy to see me." She teased. "Turn around." He requested. She obeyed, climbing back onto his lap. They began to kiss. She slid her tongue into his mouth rather forcefully, though put up no opposition, his own tongue wrapping itself around hers. He placed his hands on the back of her ass and grinded it against the bulge in his pants. "Oh, Mr. Avery. It's so big. Can I see it?" "Yes, get on your knees." She knelt before him as he unzipped his pants and pulled them down, his 10 inch cock fully erect in her face. "Oh, my, I've never seen one so big." She said, delighted, taking it in her hand and beginning to stroke in steady motion. "Oh, yes, Tori." He moaned. She wrapped her lips around his cock, swirling her tongue around his cockhead. "You like that?" She asked, teasingly. He nodded, then placed his hand at the back of her head, forcing her head down on his cock, throat-fucking her. She gagged on his massive cock, taking more of it down her throat, becoming his cock sleeve. His cock throbbed lightly in her mouth as she picked up speed. "Clothes off." He demanded. She obeyed, stripping for him, and mounting his cock on his instructions. He gripped her by the waist and eased her down on his cock. She had never had one that big in her pussy. It hurt but it felt amazing simultaneously. "Oh, Mr. Avery!" She screamed in pleasure. He bounced her up and down on his cock right there in his chair, behind his desk. She rode his cock happily. Then, he demanded they switch positions. He bent her over his desk and began ramming her from behind. This, she thought, was every girl's fantasy, and especially hers, to be bucked from behind, bent over her professor's desk. "Oh, yes! Fuck me!" She screamed in pleasure. "Oh yea, Tori, take that cock!" Mr. Avery yelled as he dug his cock deeper and deeper into her pussy, penetrating her g-pot in steady and repetitive motions. "OH, YES!" She exclaimed as her special spot was reached. She couldn't hold it in any longer as her body began to shake and her orgasms overcame her. She drenched his cock in cum, and he felt his own orgasm coming. "On your knees!" He demanded again. She obeyed, kneeling down for him as he shoved his cock back down her throat, violently face-fucking her as he exploded in her mouth. "OH YES!" He screamed as cum oozed out of his cock, filling her mouth like a cum bucket. "Swallow it." He demanded of her. "Swallow it all." She nodded, swallowing his cum load gladly. She climbed onto his lap to give him a peck on the lips. "I think I'm falling for you, Mr. Avery." She smiled. He was pleased. "So, my extra credit?" "Yes, you've earned it. "Good!" She happily exclaimed, as she began to get dressed. She started to leave, when he stopped her. "Wait," he said. She pivoted on her heels, smiling back at him. "Yes, Mr. Avery?" She said in a loving tone. "Pack an overnight bag and meet me at my car. You can stay the night." "Okay!" She gleefully shouted, as she ran to give him another peck on the lips, and then ran for her dorm excitedly to gather her things. As she made her way back to his car, she couldn't help but think how happy she was that she was living out every schoolgirl's fantasy. Seducing the Teacher From the day she walked into his classroom first period on her very first day of high school she had a crush on her English teacher. He was loved by everyone and respected by even more. He was that teacher that knew how to how fun, making the class totally enjoyable. However, he was also an A.P. English teacher for every class he taught, therefore, he knew when it was time to get down to business. Everything about him was great. He made himself 100% available to his students weather they were struggling with a school issue or something personal, he was always there to listen and help out in any way he could. It was for this reason that he was almost never alone. Students hung out in his room even during their lunch hours just because he was fun to be around. Anyways, she had him as a teacher every year from her freshman year through her senior year, growing more fond of him each year that went by. Her family constantly teased her for the "little love affair" they thought they had going on, while she wished it was true (although she completely denied it) it was far from the truth. He just wasn't that type of guy. It was her senior year that things started to take on a bit more a obvious flirting relationship. The class she had with him was small, only about 7 or 8 people, so the one on one time was nice. It was also a hard class so she would spend a lot of time in his room before and after school and during free periods. It was nearing the very end of the year when they had a day where the 9th-11th grade classes had an assembly during his class. The seniors were allowed to miss because it was related to a test everyone but them took. That left just her and Mr. Olsen alone for an hour, being she was the only senior in the class. Mr. Olsen told her that since nobody else was there she could feel free to work independently on an upcoming project that would be due while he worked on grading papers for another class. So, she got to work. It wasn't 5 minutes later before she found herself unable to concentrate, and couldn't help but let her eyes wander up to his. He was looking down fiddling with a pen in his hands but she could still see the crystal blue of his beautiful eyes and she loved his soft sandy blonde hair. He was muscular and wore shirts that (while they weren't 2 sizes too small like some guys wear) they were tight enough on his arms and chest that you could see his clearly defined muscles. She found herself lost in daydreaming about him before his voice snapped her out of her head. "Hayden?" her eyes came into focus and she gave him a look of bewilderment. "Are you alright?" he questioned. "Huh?... Oh yeah, I'm fine. I guess I spaced off." "Yeah, I noticed. You've been staring at me for the past 15 minutes." her face turned bright red and she looked at her lap. "Sorry" she mumbled in response that was followed by his soft chuckle. "It's alright, sorry to have snapped you back to reality. Looked like you were daydreaming about something nice." Her face turned even brighter red with a blush that crept down her face and neck. He laughed again and returned to grading papers. Her voice interrupted him only moments later. "I can't focus on this project right now. Do you have something else you need done that I can help with for the rest of the period?" He thought for a moment then a mischievous smile spread across his face, causing her to laugh. He then got up motioned for her to come over to him. Right beside his desk were 3 ceiling high cabinets that he used to store books and various materials in. He open up the doors and Hayden understood her task. They were a mess from things being shoved in carelessly throughout the course of the year. She turned to look at him and just shook her head. Men and their disorganization, she thought and smiled. She set off pulling items off shelves and placing them in sorted piles next to her. When she got up towards the top she needed a chair to reach the higher shelves, being she was only 5'2. She was standing on a slightly rickety stool on her tippy toes trying to reach some books that had gotten shoved to the way back when a strand of her blonde hair fell into her face tickling her nose and causing her to sneeze. The force of the sneeze caused her to lose her already shaky balance and she could feel herself falling backwards before she had a chance to respond. The next thing she knew she was laying with her back against the front side on Mr. Olsen on the hard ground. He had attempted to catch her on her way down, but was a second too late and ended up holding her as she fell backwards knocking him to the ground as well. At least she landed on me rather than the hard cement floor where she could have bashed her head, he thought. It took her a second to realize that she was laying on him. Finally, it hit her and she fumbled to push herself off of her teacher. He still lay there on the ground with her next to him trying to compose herself. Her brain was racing a mile a minute, not because of the fall, but because she had just been atop Mr. Olsen and had felt his cock pressed into her ass slightly. A tingling sensation ran throughout her entire body as she marveled in the feeling. Mr. Olsen pulled himself on his elbow facing Hayden laughing a little as he asked her if she was okay. He couldn't help the unwanted thought that crept to the forefront of his mind about how beautiful she looked laying there breathless on the ground next to him, her hair splayed out over the ground, green eyes bright with the adrenaline rush, her black skirt riding slightly higher than it normally lay, revealing at least an extra inch of two of her beautifully tanned thighs. A few inches higher and he would be staring at her underwear clad pussy. He snapped himself out of the daze he was in as he felt his cock start to grow slightly more than it had as she fell backwards with her ass grinding into his cock moments before. When she looked up at him she realized his face was only inches from hers. He lips looked even better from this distance than they did from afar. Following what felt like several minutes (but was really only seconds) of silence, something overcame her, maybe it was the adrenaline, or the fact that she would be graduating and never get the opportunity again, but she leaned up and gently pressed her lips to his. At first he was shocked at her forwardness, and by the fact that for the last 3 years he had been fighting with himself about this girl. From the moment she opened her mouth in his class freshman year, he had struggled to push down the way he felt about her. It wasn't just that she had a pretty face, it was the fact that she was one of the smartest students he had come through his course since he began teaching 3 years prior. She had brains, the motivation to go with it, but she also knew how to joke around, making him laugh on more than one occasion. When he first saw her, he had mistook her for a student teacher that had wandered into the room, because she did not appear to belong in a freshman class. However, it turned out, lucky and unlucky at the same time, that she was right where she was suppose to be. It only took a moment for him to lose himself in this girl, pushing aside his conscious screaming at him to stop, and give himself over to her kiss. He pushed his lips tighter against hers and when he felt her mouth slowly start to part and her tongue press softly to his lips, he lost all inhibition and open his mouth to receive her soft sweet tongue. His own tongue made its way to her mouth, and soon they were dancing and moving inside each others mouths.His hands slipped up to cup her face and she rolled herself so she was propped up on her elbows over him with one hand still on the ground and the other gently gliding over his chest, playing with the buttons on her shirt, every once and a while her finger would slip through one of the wholes between the buttons and slide onto his bare chest, sending lighting bolts to his cock. He found himself rock hard within mere moments of her initiating the kiss. She fought the urge to rip his clothes off, reminding herself to take things slow and enjoy this moment as he could realize what he was doing and pull away, hating her forever. Every fiber in her body screamed with lust towards the god that was under her. Her lace thong was soaked through from her desire and she could feel the wetness creeping down her thighs. She couldn't stand it anymore, and realizing she would have to be the one calling the shots here, as she knew he would be afraid of her changing her mind and turning on him (what teacher wouldn't in a situation like this?). So, she gather her nerve and worked his fingers down his chest, lower and lower until she reached his zipper. He felt her smile into his mouth when her hand had finally worked its way down to his crotch and she felt how hard he was. He wanted to reach his hand up her skirt and slam his fingers inside the angel before him, but he fought that urge as he didn't want her to change her mind or scare her away. Instead, he let her explore, not that that was a bad thing in the slightest. She worked her small delicate fingers around his cock, still concealed inside his pants, and rubbed nice and slow around the shaft, then up towards the head where she gently circled her finger, driving him crazy with lust. This would be an experience in itself if she had just been some random girl, but the fact that he had real feelings for her made it all the more intense. When she finally worked up the nerve to undo his belt, unbutton his pants and zipper and work his cock from his pants, he decided that was a good indication that he had the go ahead to finally touch her. His hands moved down to her legs and slowly worked up under her skirt to her pussy. She had on a lace thong that was easily pulled aside to allow his fingers the freedom to explore. He soon had his fingers covered in her juices and running them up and down her slit, paying special attention to her clit, manipulating it between his fingers but not too that point that it would be too intense. She had just pulled her mouth from his and moved her soft sweet lips to the head of his cock, when the bell signaling the end of the class rang out at a piercing volume. She lifted her head from him with a look of disappointment on her face before standing and straightening out her hair and clothes. He put his cock back inside his pants and adjusted himself with a grumble. Then, he kissed her forehead quick before his next class started to file in. She started to gather her things and walk out the door before he hollered at her, motioning for her to come back. With a confused and worried look on her face, she reached his desk, where he slipped a note discretely into her palm before sending her on her way. She waited till she had made it into a stall in the bathroom before opening to folded note in her hand. Scribbled in his messy and hardly legible handwriting was a message that made her heart slop. It read: If you would like to continue what we started, I would love to have you. If not, we can pretend this never happened and continue the year as we started. The decision is solely yours, I will not think any less of you either way. If you decide to take this offer, here is my address... To be continued.... Seducing the Virgin You may have read Virgin Summer, but this is my, Julie Strain's side of the story. I hope it keeps you up, just to think about it. I know it does for me, and just think, you have only read these stories, I have been the one to experience it, and yes, it was as good as it described in Virgin Summer, chapters 1-10, and I would like to thank writer, 101 for giving me the inspiration to write it for you. The Porn scene in America had gotten stale. It had gotten to the point where I was just expected to take of my bra and panties, and flash my titties and tush for the camera, while sighing, and moaning and groaning while men with big dicks and perfect skin and teeth had their wicked way, while we writhed around for five minutes, until sweat drenched, we collapsed and screamed at the point of simultaneous, mutual orgasm. This wasn't real life, not the way I experienced it at least, I didn't go in for that screaming anyway, and I sometimes liked to keep myself covered up. A new vitamin had just been launched on the scene, which claimed to increase sex drive by up to 500%, and allow anyone who took it to go for hours, when before they would just last for minutes, or in the case of men, seconds. The only place where it was legal to test it was in Britain, where some loophole made that the case. Myself, and some friends who felt the same, Nikki Fritz, Tera Patrick, Kerri Windsor, wanted to test out this new vitamin. I was to shoot a real life porn film in England, where I would go out to seduce as many men, or women, as possible, to check whether this new product really worked. I told my husband Kevin Eastman, that me and the girls were going on holiday to London, and would be away for roughly 3 weeks, but I would phone him once we were there. Myself and the girls had hired some brand new houses that were being built on a new housing estate near to Birmingham. We loaded my most seductive clothes, and bondage and fetish equipment, various camera's, some CCTV cameras, and every type of equipment, and chartered a plane across the Atlantic. Our production company paid for the whole trip, as long as we returned with some dynamite footage for the company to sell. I didn't want Kevin to find out, but this was the only way in which we could go on the trip, all expenses paid. For me, I hoped it would be a final fling, before old age stopped me being attractive. I am fast approaching forty, and once you hit the big 4-0, you are deemed as being unattractive in this industry, but now I felt sexier, and more comfortable in my own skin than I did when I was in my mid twenties. The journey was uneventful, and as we landed in London, we hired a car, and headed for Birmingham, where we quickly found the estate, and the four houses we had hired. I was to live in house number one, which had been furnished already. There was a massive double bed in the bedroom, and a massive, well concealed garden. The house was on the end, so that we only had one set of neighbours, where Nikki Fritz lived. The other houses were spy houses, where the girls could watch people going from house to house, to let me know when a likely victim for the vitamins was going to come calling. We set up the house so that we get catch all of the action. I had decided that I wanted a camera in with me, and we set up a CCTV Camera in every room, just so they were there, but so that they could be easily forgotten, and not noticed by people who didn't know they were there. I set up my bondage equipment, my whips and chains, in the basement. I watered the garden so that it would look healthy, if we ever ventured outside. Nikki and the girls set up an editing suite in the attic of the house next door, where they could film anything that happened. I had a shower and went to bed, anticipating what the following day held for me. The following day saw bright sunshine, and not a cloud in the sky. I looked out of the window, after getting dressed, and watched as an older man went from door to door. I heard the phone ring, it was Nikki. 'Julie' she said, 'Do you want to do this one?' I looked out of the window, and saw that although he was older than I would have liked, he was still fit. I said I would have him, but only the once, unless he was an outstanding lover. Our houses were all separated, so I knew that only myself, this man, and the girls would know what was going on. I ran upstairs, and quickly threw of my clothes, and went down wearing the skimpiest briefs and bra I could find. The black material matched my more than ample cleavage, as I went downstairs to open the door. 'Hello' I said as I gazed at the man. He was tall, maybe 6 foot, and well built, yes, I thought, I will have him, as I invited him in. I turned around, letting him savour my buttocks, I let him through to the hall, and into the lounge. I asked him if he wanted a drink. He said yes, so I made us both a coffee, and slipped some of the vitamins in. He introduced himself as Phillip, who lived at number 40. He had just moved in, and wandered if I knew the area at all. I sat there drinking the coffee. I stared into his soft brown eyes, and noticed that he wore no wedding ring. Good, at least he will be cheating on no wife, I thought. It was bad enough that I was even contemplating doing this to Kevin, when I felt a sudden rush, as the effect of the tablet kicked in. I felt a rivulet of sweat run down my back, as I looked at Phillip, he was red in the face, and wore a vacant expression. He looked at me, and went to leave, saying he was sorry for disturbing me while I was getting dressed. I looked at his crotch, and could see his erection in his trousers. I knew that if I didn't relieve his erection for him, he would have to do it himself. Before I knew what was going on, I had my tongue down his throat, and was stroking the hair on his head. My hand went down, through the buttons on his shirt, ripping the thin material. My hands went down to his waist, and slowly stroked his erection through the material of his trousers. I heard him murmer, as his lips moved from my lips to my neck, to my breasts. Expertly, he undid my bra, as I felt his warm lips and tongue caress my nipples to the point of hardness. I gasped as his hands moved down my back, over my buttocks, and to my vagina. I gasped as he expertly removed the thin black material from my ass, until all I wore was my necklace and my watch. 'I want you so much' he said, as he stared into my eyes. I quickly undid his trousers, feeling the warmth of his penis, as it stood there, stiff, erect and proud. I felt my mouth on it, as I slowly sucked him of. My other hand carressed his buttocks, grasping his back, as he thrust into my mouth. I stopped, and moved up to his lips, kissing him passionately, as he pushed me back to the floor. I though he was going to fill me then, when he stopped and his own mouth went down to my pussy. I gasped as his large tongue filled my pussy. I let out sigh after sigh as the tablets, and Phillip helped me to my first orgasm on British Soil. As the sensations died away, I noticed Philip's huge erection, bulging between his legs. 'Follow me' I said as I lead him upstairs to the bedroom. He looked at all of the mirrors on the wall, and looked at the CCTV Camera. He looked at me, and then back at the camera again. He studied my breasts, and my face, and looked at my breasts again. 'Forgive me for being forward, but you are Julie Strain, aren't you?' 'Yes' I replied. 'Don't worry, one of our neighbour's has lent me a couple of your films. Temptress II and Illicit Dreams III. I have just started a film studies course, and we are doing b-movies now, that's only how I know who you are, other than carnally, of course' he said, laughing. 'Oh, do you mind if we make love once more, for the camera's' I asked, knowing I was pushing my luck. 'You try stopping me' he replied. I climbed unto the bed, as I felt his strong hands falling against my ass, making me wince in the discomfort he had just caused me. He lay on his back, his massive erection towering over his stomach. I leant into kiss him again. I slowly jiggled my way down his erection, until he filled me completely. I started rocking backwards and forwards on his penis, as I felt his hands rove over my back, my breasts, my face, as we gently kissed each other. As our activity carried on, I leaned back to look at the camera, the first waves of pleasure washing through me. Phillip withdrew himself suddenly, and pushed me over until I was on my back staring at the camera. He quickly re-inserted himself, as my legs locked around his back, he violently sucked on my breasts, as his own action continued to take me higher. I let out scream after scream, as the force of my orgasm sucked all of the juice from Philip. He let out groan after groan with each release of his seed into my body. I opened my eyes, and saw him above me, the force of his exertions having taken a lot from him. I looked at him and smiled, thanking him for the two orgasms he had let me have to his one. 'Julie it was my pleasure. Now, can you tell me what you are filming, and what you put in our coffee' I told him the whole story. He offered to help us with the videoing, if I would do a favour for him. One of his neighbours, who had leant him the tapes of her, would give anything to do lose his virginity to a vixen like Julie. We thought of a plan to get the neighbour over, so that there would be something decent on the film. I led Philip downstairs, and showed him the rest of the house. There was the bondage room. The huge bathroom with the mirrored floors, walls and ceiling. The garden. I even showed him the video room, with Nikki and the rest of the girls. They all teased Phillip for what he had just done. I only needed to know whether I was still attractive enough to warrant the attentions of an eighteen year old virgin, when he called in in two days. Seducing the Virgin Boy "Slowly, Mahesh," I murmured. "Don't be in such a rush!" "I can't help it!" "You must try! How else will you learn? I can't teach you if you don't try! Okay, are you ready now?" "Yes." "Good. Now... easy does it... put it in slowly... mm, yes... ohhh yes... that's it... oh that feels so good, Mahesh! Yes! That's wonderful! Now... push it in deeper... yes! Oh ma yes! That's it! C'mon... deeper... shove it in, Mahesh... as deep as you can... Ohhhhhh uhhh yes! That's it! Put it all in, lover! Oh god yes! Oh Mahesh... uhhhh yes!" Above me, the 19 year old schoolboy groaned thickly and flexed his buttocks taut. His lean hips dipped and his good six-inch erection squelched into my convulsing slit. I gasped and arched steeply under him, clenching his powerful biceps, lifting my hips to meet his in descent. My cunt spasmed and contracted on his throbbing penis and the boy gasped. His face was flushed and he was panting heavily, his nostrils flared, and his mouth open. The pressure in his groin was unbearable, and my cunt was unrelenting on his distended penis. His body was tense and taut, veins popping in his neck and forehead, his muscles cording powerfully. His hard, tall body glistened with a light sweat. A thin rivulet of perspiration coursed down his face, over his neck and deep chest and splashed on my breast. I murmured in pleasure and, gripping his buttocks, keeping him pinned inside me, began moving my hips deftly in gentle undulating circular motions. The boy groaned. My cunt churned around his cock, alternately squeezing and releasing his penis. I smiled gently. "There," I asked softly. "Doesn't that feel good, Mahesh? Do you like that?" "Yes!" he gasped. "Oh god yes!" "This is how you must fuck a woman, Mahesh... slowly and deeply and thoroughly. Do you understand?" "Yes... no... I don't know! Oh god... c'mon!" "No! Not yet! Not so fast!" "Oh god oh god oh god," the boy moaned. "Slowly now," I murmured, guiding him. "Gently... now... start moving... move your cock out... ahhhhhh... yes... that's it... good... now... hold it... yes... now shove it in again... now! Yes! OHHHHHHH that's it! Shove it all in Mahesh! Shove it right in! OHHHHH baby yes! Now again... out... mm... ohh uhhh yes... now... in... oh ma uhhhhhhh yes! Oh fuck yes! Again! C'mon Mahesh... do it... in a rhythm... move with me... Out... yes! And in... ohhh uhhh yes... out... uhhh... in... ohh... out... That's it... that's it... yes... keep moving... just like that... oh god Mahesh... that feels so good!" I hissed in pleasure and dragged my slender fingers up his hard, V-shaped torso to his deeply cleaved chest and trail them over his nipples, my fingernails digging into his smooth skin. My pointed tongue arched sexily over my deliciously curved upper lip. I moved my hips easily and rhythmically in a steady up and down motion. My cunt was a hot vortex that engulfed the throbbing mass of his virgin cock-flesh, squeezing and contracting greedily on its mass. My succulent breasts jiggled with their motions, my nipples rigid and stiff. The long gold "mangalsutra" danced on my smooth, creamy flesh. Mahesh gasped in pleasure as he fucked me, thrusting his cock in and out of my moist, tight, convulsing cunt. "Mahesh," I gasped. "Slow down... breathe out... again... yes...several breaths... in and out... that's it... get a grip on yourself... focus, Mahesh... c'mon... concentrate... yes... now calm down... empty your mind... don't try and think... don't think of me... close your eyes... it's you... just you... and your cock... in my pussy... my pussy's nice and hot and tight, isn't it? Yes...it feels good on your cock, doesn't it? See? See how it squeezes your penis? It's just you and your penis and my pussy now... and all you want to do... all you have to do is pull it out... slowly... yes... that's good... more... take it all the way out... that's it... that's it! Stop... not all the way out... just till there...yes... leave your cock-head in my pussy... now stop... don't move... don't move at all... mm... wait for me to beg for it... now...please... shove it in... shove it right in Mahesh... slowly...ahhhhhhhhhh uhhh yes! Oh! god that's so good... now again... out... wait... now in uhhhhhhhh Oh ma uhhhh yes! Again! Oh god yes...now! Quickly! Push it in hard! All the way! Just push it in, Mahesh!OHHHHHHHHHHHH uhhh yes! Oh god yes! That's it! Do it again! Ahhhhhh uhhh oh ma uhhh yes! Oh uhh oh uhh oh uhh god yes... now slow again... yes... mm... that's lovely... slow again... and again... once more... again... now hard... yes oh yes oh god yes that's it oh fuck yes do it uhh yes again! Oh lord yes, Mahesh, yes!" The teenager followed my guidance, feeling giddy and oddly light-headed. He could hardly believe this was happening at last, at long last, after so long, so much waiting, so much dreaming, so much longing, those lonely nights of endless masturbation, fantasizing about me. I met Mahesh at the local library. He is very cute, very sexy and has the face of a film-star and the body of a demi-god. He knows this and he takes good care of himself. He is clean-shaven with the square-jawed and his nose is strong and straight, his cheeks sexily hollowed, his lips full and wide and sensual and his teeth are white and strong. His eyes are dark and deep-set under thick eyebrows. His hair is thick and dark. His body is stunning; I think he lifts weights and works out for hours on end to keep in shape. A bullish neck spans out to broad, powerful shoulders. His torso is a breathtakingly slashed V that tapers to a narrow waist and high hips. His chest is broad and deeply cleaved and his belly is hard and flat. His arms and legs are thick and long and bunched with muscle. His torso is hairless; even his armpits are depilated – I had seen it under his open shirt. I had also noticed the prominent bulge in his crotch and frequently fantasizes about his cock. I think it must be enormously long for a boy of 19 yrs. He cannot stop looking at me. I am so lovely, so pretty, so sexy, and curved. I have a lovely oval face with a pointed chin, a slim, straight nose and slightly flared nostrils, small, cutely stuck-out ears. My eyes are lovely, large, dark, and full of magic. My lips are light and full and my teeth are white and strong and even. My skin is like gold, smooth and clear, firm as a grape, without a trace of body hair. My hair is dark and tumbles about me shoulders or flounces in a sexy ponytail or is coiled up neatly on the back of my head. My neck is superb, a long, slender, graceful column that holds my head. My arms and legs are nicely turned and slim, with attractive ankles and wrists and slim fingers and toes, beautifully shaped and arched. Mahesh can't stop looking at my breasts, the way they jut out, full and ripe and high, like succulent fruit. My belly is firm and flat. He has seen it when I wear a *sari*. Whenever I go to library dressed in a sari, I wear a low cut blouse so that Mahesh can have a peep on my lovely breasts. When he stand near me and really close, he can see the beginning of my cleavage, and will look down where the sexy gold 'mangalsutra" chain around my neck disappears. The neck of my blouse is cut in a dangerously deep U that shows a good deal of my chest, the swell of my breasts squeezed together under it. The blouse is short and tight and my breasts jut out provocatively over my bare midriff. What I always felt when he was near me was that he wants to pull the clothes off me, to squeeze my breasts, and make hard luv to me. I also want to fuck him, and I really enjoyed the sport of seducing him, hunting him, taking my time and drawing it out, savoring the exquisite torture of denial. I know I want to make luv to this virgin boy, but I haven't yet quite decided how I want to do it. So after teasing him for almost 3 months, I decided to go for it if Mahesh was interested. After taking the books from the library I just stood outside the library waiting for Mahesh to approach me. He was following me closely and came near me. After the usual flirting and chatting I asked him if he could give me a lift on his bike. I had dressed especially for the occasion in a fitting salwar kameez. We sat in his bike and Mahesh rode at very high speed to impress me. And whenever he put the break my breasts will brush against his backside. ( And he did this purposefully). On the drive home, I remembered that my hubby wanted me to stop at a shop and select a gift for a friend's birthday party. People were crowded very thickly at the entrance, as a popular cine actress has also in the shop. I thought of going back but the crowd grew bigger and we were in the middle of it. As I couldn't move back very far, I settled in to wait it out with Mahesh behind me. Suddenly the crowd surged forward as the actress came into the view and waved at the crowd. People were moving forward to have a glimpse of her and get her autograph. Unexpectedly Mahesh's hands went to my shoulders as my buttocks were caught in his pelvis. I moaned as I pushed it further back into him instinctively, slightly rotating it. Godd, I thought, as a sweet shiver went through my pussy, this young boy is exciting me. The crowd was pushing on. Just the thought of my ass in his pelvis and his young cock, let alone the feel of it, was making me dizzy. I was hot and I needed more. Suddenly, Mahesh inched closer as if he read my thoughts. He reached for my breasts and rotated his cock on my ass as he felt me up. He sighed as he ran her tongue lightly over my ears. The crowd was so thickly packed, I was sure no one noticed him taking me. Not a word was spoken as he touched me. Suddenly the crowd began to break up. And reluctantly Mahesh let go of me. But I was horny and hot. So I decided to take him to my flat rather than wasting time shopping. We stepped into the house, kicked off my slippers, dumped my bag and, before he realised what was happening, was standing before him, slipping my arms around his neck, lifting my face to his. Mahesh's cock throbbed erect and he gripped my hips and pulled my body to his, his pulse racing, his flesh hot and feverish with lust. "You want me, don't you?" I murmured, and my breath was warm on his face. He nodded, sinking into the deep brown pools of my *kajal*-rimmed eyes that glittered with a strange flame. "Then take me, Mahesh," I whispered. "Fuck me. Show me what you know." I pulled his head down to me and my lips flowered under his lips and my tongue snaked out to his mouth. He stilled himself and when he let his lips part, my tongue darted into his mouth, quick as an eel, flicking sexily against his. I held the kiss, sucking his lower lip, drawing his tongue into my mouth and my hands slid slowly down his body, undoing his shirt, pulling it out of his jeans, pulling it wide and my fingers touched his naked flesh and caressed the hard, clean contours of his torso. "Take off my dress," I murmured, my tongue swirling through his ear. "I'm naked under it." Fumbling, Mahesh undressed me and I stepped into his arms naked and slender and sensuous, my golden skin glowing, and my face soft and radiant with pleasure. Taking his hands, I put them on my breasts. "Squeeze them," I murmured. "Yes... that's it... see how my tits get hard and bigger... yes... now pinch my nipples... oh that's good..." I took his hand and put it in my pussy and he groaned at the touch of my soft, velvety pubic hair against his fingers and he felt the first sticky wetness seeping from the tender lips of my pussy. "I'm hot," I moaned. "I'm hot and wet for you, Mahesh... I want your cock in my pussy... and your tongue... you will fuck me, won't you?" He nodded dumbly. My fingers slid down his body and I undid his jeans, pulled down the fly and he gasped as my fingers curled around his cock. I jerked his penis tenderly. "You're beautiful," I murmured. "You've got a beautiful body and a beautiful cock. I want it." He groaned, and his penis throbbed and quivered as I pumped it gently, raking my fingernails up and down the long shaft. I kissed him again and when I broke the kiss, drowning him in my warm black eyes, he gasped, and then I kissed him again, sliding my tongue along his lips, and rubbing my breasts against his chest Quick as a snake, then, I went down on my knees before him. Mahesh looked down, astonished! My lips parted and my tongue swirled out over his thick cock-head. "OHHHHH uhh yes!" he gasped sharply, his belly snapping inward in shock. Instantly, my lips slipped around his cock-head and I took his cock deep in my mouth and began sucking it with a steadily intensifying pressure, using my tongue cunningly on his bulging, swollen cock-head. Mahesh gasped and moaned and instinct took over and he began fucking my mouth, jerking his hips back and forth, pushing his cock in and out of my mouth. I moaned deep in my cock-filled throat and sucked his penis hungrily, my fingers and thumbs encircling his shaft. "Ohhhh uhhh yes! Oh god yes!" he gasped. Mahesh moaned, and his body was burning with lust and exhilaration and his balls and cock throbbed with an excitement he may never have known. He moaned and panted, his chest heaving and his virgin cock spurted pre-cum cream and I groaned, opening my mouth wide and jerking his cock over my lips so he could see his juice spurting into my mouth. I took his cock in my mouth again. He was about to come when I stopped and leaned back. I got to my feet and kissed him again, writhing my pussy against his cock. My cunt was wet and juicy now. "Fuck me," I said softly. "Shove your cock into my slit, Mahesh. Come on." We went to the bedroom and stumbled into bed. I went down on my back, kissing him hungrily and drew his body over mine, spreading my legs wide, bending my knees. The adolescent youth fumbled in my pussy. "Gently," I murmured and, taking his cock in my hand, guided it to my pussy. "There," I said. "Can you feel my pussy's heat now on your penis? Can you feel how wet it is? Come on, Mahesh... push your cock into my pussy!" The youth gasped and lowered him into me. I moaned, arching my body under his. My pussy rose to meet his and he gasped at its heat and tightness, at its fierce convulsions on his cock. His penis bubbled, the heat was unbearable. "Don't!" I hissed sharply. "Don't come! Not yet! Not so soon! You must fuck me slowly... for a long time He gasped, panting like an animal and forced his body to stillness. "That's it," I murmured, smiling wantonly, my eyes dancing. "That's it. You can control your body, Mahesh, but only with your mind. Never forget that. Control is everything and to have control you must concentrate, you must focus. If your mind loses control, your body will lose control. Understand?" He gasped, biting his lower lip, and nodded. I smiled and drew his head down to me, kissed him. My breasts were hot and heavy under his chest and my rigid nipples scraped his hard chest. The gold mangalsutra glittered on my golden skin. He stared at me, drowning in the warmth of my eyes. I arched lazily and my hips began to writhe under his, churning my pussy with his cock. It felt wonderful. I whimpered softly, caressing his body, stroking his powerful back and shoulders, clenching his buttocks, pulling him deep inside me. "Mm... that's so good, Mahesh... your cock is pressing on my clitoris... that feels lovely... c'mon... suck my breasts!" I arched and squeezed my breasts in my hands, lifting them to his face. "Yes... suck harder... oh ma yes... that's it! Bite my nipples uhhh ahhh yes oh god you're good, Mahesh, you're so good!" I guided the teenager, murmuring my instructions and gasping in pleasure as he obeyed. He was very good. His cock was sweet and hard and his will was strong and his mind was firm. Now, bent over me, his rhythm steadied gradually, evened out. It was like learning to ride a bicycle, I thought, once you got the hang of it you could ride away on your own. Mahesh arched his head and moved rhythmically over me, flexing and unflexing his buttocks alternately, swinging his hips up and down, up and down in a ceaseless, effortless stroke. He felt powerful and strong. He was fit and healthy and his body obeyed his mind. He focused on what he was doing, as I told him to do, concentrated on fucking me. It worked. I wasn't faking anything, and he knew that with certainty. I really liked what he was doing to me. "Yes... oh god yes! Ohhh uhhh yes, Mahesh, yes! C'mon... faster... uhhh yes... harder... oh ma uhhh yes... keep going... oh fuck yes... c'mon Mahesh... yes... do it... fuck me uhhh oh ma uhhhh yes... c'mon baby... push it in... yes! That's it! Push it right in, lover! Oh god oh god oh god yes!" He moved faster and faster and my body rocked and jerked under his thrusts, my breasts jiggling as he rammed his cock in and out of my pussy. "Mahesh... c'mon... say something! Talk! Use those lovely sexy words you know! Let me hear you, Mahesh!" He gasped. "Yes... oh uhhh yes... oh fuck yes... c'mon... Aunty!" "Yes!" I cried. "Say it again!" "Aunty! Pussy! Take it! Take it, Aunty! Take my cock you sexy Aunty!" "OHHHHHHHHH uhhh yes Oh ma uhhhh yes! Oh god yes!" I cried. The bed rocked and bounced as he fucked me, pounding furiously in and out of my pussy now, his hips bobbing and bouncing in frenzy over my thighs. I gasped and cried out, my head jerking from side to side, my body whipping and tossing frantically on the bed, my hips bucking and heaving under his, my pussy spasming and contracting feverishly on his pistoning penis. Suddenly, I stopped him, gasping and panting, my chest heaving. "Not so fast!" I hissed. "Not so fast, not yet! C'mon... lick my pussy! Tongue-fuck me!" Mahesh moaned and thrust his cock into me feverishly a few times before he obeyed. He slid out of me and began to slide down my body. "Not like that," I snapped. "Slowly... lick my tits... suck them...then go down slowly... then tongue-fuck me." Mahesh squeezed one breast and took it in his mouth. I groaned, arching. My nipple quivered under his tongue. He whipped it rapidly. "Ohhh uhh yes! That's it!" I gasped, squeezing my other breast in a frenzy as flames of lust leaped through my body. "Oh yes!" He moved to the other breast, sucked it sharply, nibbled my nipple. Instinct guided him and he slid his hand into my pussy and arched a finger into my slit. I gasped in surprised delight. My hips bucked under his hand. He began masturbating me slowly, twisting his finger in my pussy, pressing his knuckle to my gorged clitoris. Slowly, he rocked his hand back and forth, running his finger in and out of my pussy, which convulsed in a hot, wet frenzy on his finger. Squeezing my breasts together, he sucked and nibbled both nipples simultaneously. My body writhed and twisted on the bed, my head jerked to one side, my chest heaving, my hips bucking, my face twisted in lust, my eyes screwed shut, my mouth torn open. My cries rang in his ears, arousing him further. Slowly, he released my breasts and slid downward, dragging his tongue over my slender, gorgeous body, lapping at the dewdrops of sweat that beaded my belly, going lower, swirling his tongue through my navel, descending further. My legs forked apart and I clawed my pussy-lips open for him. Mahesh stared in fascination at my lovely, wet, soft pussy. The long stem of my stiff clitoris quivered. He pulled my pussy-lips open and, opening his mouth, thrust his tongue into the moist cavern. The effect was astonishing. "Oh mauh ahuh OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I gasped, my body arching steeply, my hands flying to my breasts, squeezing and crushing them erotically, my head arched back, my long neck craned. "OHHHHHH uhh yes oh god yes!" He told me that my juices were tangy to the taste and he lapped them gently, and then flipped his tongue at my clitoris. I gasped again, hissing in delight and my hands twined in his hair and I moved his head round and round in my pussy to suit my pleasure. Mahesh pushed his face deeper into my pussy and probed my crevice with his tongue. Seducing the Virgin Boy "Ohh uhh oh fuck yes!" I called. "Oh ma uhh ahhh yes oh god yes, Mahesh, yes oh yes there! That's it oh yes! That's it baby... yes... tongue-fuck me darling... ahhhhhh uhh oh god oh god oh god yes! Do it... ohhh uhhh yes!" His tongue felt wonderful, tentative at first and then greedy and demanding as he probed and pried in my slit, exploring its recesses, lapping at my streaming juices. I whimpered ecstatically, my pussy blazing with unfaked lust, my head flipping from side to side, my body twitching and jerking as if I was being fucked, my breasts jiggling between my arms. I arched my tongue over my slender, bowed upper lip in a curiously wanton gesture and, hissing in joy, slid my hands up my body, over my snapped-in belly to my breasts, lifting and squeezing them eagerly, sensuously rolling the nipples under my palms, pinching my erect, quivering nipples. "Mm... oh darling yes!" I breathed, my voice sexily sibilant with lust. "Oh god that's so good... now... stick your finger back in... yes! That's it!" Mahesh began to finger- and tongue-fuck me simultaneously. Again, instinct guided him and, without instruction, he swung around so that his penis was over my face. I opened my mouth immediately and drew his cock into it and began to suck it hungrily, exulting at the knowledge that he had done this on his own, without me teaching him. We sixty-nined eagerly, our heads buried in each other's, his hips bucking over my face as he fucked my mouth, his head rolling and twisting as he tongue-fucked my pussy while he tormented my gorged clitoris with his fingertips. "C'mon Mahesh," I panted. "Fuck me again now... fuck me............. fuck me like a bitch... do it!" Mahesh scrambled to his knees, panting and gasping, his muscular body shining with sweat, his chest heaving. He pressed his cock-head between my pussy lips. He with a shuddering moan, thrust powerfully into me. I cried out, my head snapping up, my face contorting and twisting in a cry of lust as the virgin cock surged into my pussy-flesh driving a tidal wave of pleasure before it. My body lurched forward and my long neck arched upward. "OHHHHHHHHHHH uhh Oh ma uh Mahesh uhhh oh Muhhhhniiish uhh OHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I cried. My cry thrilled him. He gasped loudly. "C'mon! Take it, Aunty! C'mon! Take my cock, Aunty! Take my cock in your pussy cunt!" "Yes!" I cried. "Oh fuck yes, Mahesh, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" He began fucking me rapidly, jerking his hips back and forth, gripping my waist and rocking my body to and fro beneath his. I gasped and cried out, my gold chain tossing and swinging, my pendulous breasts jiggling. He slid his hands up my body and squeezed them eagerly. There was thunder in his groin. His pulse raced. He moved faster, slapping his flesh loudly with mine, his balls swinging up against my pussy-lips as he plowed into my hot pussy. I jerked and rocked under him, dragging my pussy up and down the length of his penis, my breasts jiggling, my face arched, my mangalsutra swinging. Mahesh said he had never seen anyone so lovely as me. "God," I panted. "You're so fucking good, Mahesh! Keep doing it, lover! Just... don't... stop... fucking... me... ahhhhh uhhh yes... oh ma yes!" I arched my tongue sensuously over my upper lip. He leaned forward and kissed me hard, jamming his tongue into my mouth, squeezing my breasts and pinching my rigid nipples. Mahesh flexed his buttocks and his cock-head popped into my hot wet juicy pussy. I cried out, my head snapping up, my long neck craning, my face twisting in an agony of lust, my mouth jerking open, my eyes screwed shut, my lips jerked back over my teeth. "OHMAUHHOHMAHESH UHHH OHHHHHHHHHH!" I cried. "Like it, Mahesh? Like my pussy squeezing your cock, don't you?" "Yes! Oh god yes, oh uh yes!" he gasped. My pussy savaged his penis, biting down furiously and convulsively on his cock and he couldn't hold back too long. With a shuddering moan, he exploded and she groaned as I felt the sharp sting of his jizz spurting endlessly into my pussyhole. He held it there and then drew it out slowly and squeezed it into my pussy again and fucked me slowly for a few minutes. Our bodies lay on the bed, streaming with sweat. Mahesh slid off me and I snuggled against him, caressing him gently, licking his nipple. He fondled my breasts. We dozed When I woke up my fingers crawled down to his cock. "Ready for more?" I murmured. "I am." "Horny Aunty." "Mm. Yes. Anything for a good fuck. I need to shower. So do you." I said. "That will feel sexy." I smiled prettily and kissed him lightly on the lips. He cupped my naked breast and felt it swell in his hands. "Now, dear Sheela Aunty, time for a little sex-ed. Come on, let's fuck in the bath." WE showered together and he fucked me standing up, holding me in his hands with my arms about his shoulders, my legs wrapped around his lean hips, my cunt impaled on his cock. He savaged my cunt, taking me brutally, ramming his cock in and out of my cunt till I came. He held back and made me go down on my knees and suck his cock, fucking my mouth till he came, shooting thick juice into my mouth and spattering my face and breasts with it. Two weeks later and Mahesh became a demanding and exciting lover. He could fuck me at length without coming. We hit a routine. Every Saturday noon after his tution, he will come to my flat, and we went straight to bed and he fucked me unhurriedly for an hour. Then he worked on his books and then we fucked again. And the sex was terrific.