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Tommy and I were finishing our congealed plates of scrambled eggs and home fries when Jennifer and Mary Louise came out of the princess bedroom, holding hands and sneaking secretive glances at each other.

“Breakfast kind of got cold,” I apologized, rising from my chair to seat Jennifer. Tommy stood up and helped Mary Louise into a chair also, taking advantage of the situation to cop a feel as he did so. “I’ll just reheat some of this…unless you would like me to fry some fresh eggs?”

“No, no, this will be just fine,” Jennifer said, smiling at me. Her blue eyes were sparkling and I couldn’t help noticing that her small nipples were prominent under her tee-shirt. “And after…maybe a little study session.”

“Oh God,” I groaned. “Couldn’t we just…”

“It’s the weekend,” Tommy said. “Time to put up the books and get out the—”

“Oh, there’s no textbook for this subject,” Jennifer smiled. “At least not at our school. So we’re just going to have to improvise.” She looked over at Mary Louise who blushed and looked down at her lap.

“What subject is that?” Tommy asked suspiciously. “Gym? Or lunch?”

“You just never mind now,” Jennifer said, picking up her glass of juice. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

“Does this have anything to do with what you two were doing in the bedroom for so long?” I teased. Jennifer and Mary Louise both turned red.

“Oh…My…God…” Mary Louise moaned. “Please tell me you didn’t…”

“We didn’t mean to,” Tommy said. “But you were gone so long we got worried. And then there were these strange noises, so…”

“How much did you see?” Jennifer asked. “Because you might have gotten the wrong idea, you know?”

“Enough to get the right idea,” I said. “And enough to want to join in.”

“Oh, Tommy, please don’t hate me for this,” Mary Louise said shakily. “But if you’re disgusted and want to walk away I guess I understand.”

Tommy took her hand and placed it in his lap. “Does this feel disgusted to you?”

“Not hardly,” Mary Louise murmured, stifling a nervous giggle. “So you’re OK with it?”

“More than OK, Red. Feel free to do it whenever you like. But I would appreciate an invitation next time.”

“That’s fair, Mary Louise,” I said earnestly. “Jennifer and I made a rule that we don’t, uh, play with ourselves unless the other one is present. We want to share that experience with each other. And I would think that the same kind of rule would apply here. So any time the two of you want to…play girly games, we’ll be happy to just sit back and watch, if that’s what you want. Am I right, Tommy?”

“Amen, Chief.”

Mary Louise poked at her congealed eggs with a fork. “Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine…”

“I did,” Tommy said slyly, “But the real thing was better than the dream. At least that particular dream.”

When the girls were finished eating Tommy and I cleaned up the kitchen while they retreated to the dressing room for a teacher’s conference. When they came out we were sitting at opposite ends of the couch, waiting impatiently. They were wearing their bathing suits from the day before, and had mischievous looks on their pretty faces. Tommy and I started to get up off the couch, but Jennifer made shooing motions with her hands.

“Stay right where you are, guys! Well, actually, as long as you’re already UP, so to speak, you might as well take off your clothes. We’ve all seen it before, right?”

Tommy and I stripped ourselves with trembling hands, studiously looking in opposite directions to avoid watching the other undress. And the very hard cocks under our pants. Dumb, I know. But old habits die hard sometimes.

“Now, Mary Louise,” Jennifer began in a teacher voice, “when I want to really get Jack’s attention, I sit on his lap like this.” She crawled into my lap, her slender thighs astride mine. “So do it, Mary Louise. But don’t let him touch you! I’ll explain later.”

Red-faced Mary Louise awkwardly straddled Tommy’s muscular thighs, then snatched his wrists as he reached for her ample breasts.

“Good! Nothing frustrates them more than seeing what they want and not being able to grab it. Now, we kiss them like this.” She showered my forehead with pecks so feather-light as to be almost undetectable. I felt sweat starting to pop out at my hairline. “And still no touching…” she grabbed my wrist as I tried to stroke the curve of her hip. “And more kissing, all over, but no lips yet…and bahis siteleri then to the ear.” She licked around the ridges and whorls of my right ear delicately. “And just the tip of your tongue for a second…” I felt her wet, hot tongue swirl around my ear canal, then dart inside and wiggle a few times. I groaned and sweat began to trickle down my forehead.

“Do you like that, Tommy?” Mary Louise asked after thoroughly washing his left ear with her kitten-like tongue. “Does it make you want to do things to my chubby little virgin body? NO! No hands!” She wrestled his arms back to the couch before he could seize her about the waist.

“Damn it, Woman!” Tommy groaned. “You better put on a good funeral for me. Because I think I just died and went to heaven.”

Jennifer giggled. “Don’t go calling on Saint Peter just yet, Tommy. We’re just getting started here.” She went after my other ear. “And don’t forget, anything he has two of, like ears, or eyes…” she kissed my eyelids gently, “you have to give them equal time or one gets jealous.”

“Okay,” Mary Louise said, imitating Jennifer’s kissing floor-plan, “then what?”

“You can’t do this according to a formula,” Jennifer said severely. “Or they will get bored with it. So improvise, mix up the order, just follow your instincts, but remember: delay, delay, delay. And it’s best to keep up the hands-off policy as long as possible. They have ways of distracting us, you know. And they’re not afraid to use them.”

“Now about this time,” Jennifer said, “I can’t resist the lips any longer.” She brushed butterfly-kisses across my lips, then took my lower lip between her teeth and nibbled briefly before slipping her tongue into my mouth. Mary Louise imitated her while watching Jennifer out of one eye. “And here you have to be careful that you don’t lose your resolve and just let him take over. You’ll be flat on your back with your legs apart before you know what happened.” She kissed me deeply and thoroughly and we both began breathing heavily. “You’d like to throw me down and fuck me now, right in front of everybody, wouldn’t you Jacky? Well, it’s not going to happen. Not today, anyway.”

“Say it, Mary Louise,” Jennifer ordered. “You have to say it.”

“Do you want to…make love to me, Tommy?” Mary Louise whispered.

“No!” Jennifer snapped. “You have to say ‘fuck.’ Let him know how nasty you can be.”

“Do you want to fuck me, Tommy?” Mary Louise said faintly, her blazing face and red hair almost a perfect match in color. “Because I’m not going to let you.”

“Good,” Jennifer said. “And if he starts to get too wild, you can distract him like this.” She pinched my nipples sharply, and electrical shocks darted from my nipples to the head of my leaking prick. “Then we kiss until my panties get soaking wet…” After several delightful minutes Jennifer broke the kiss and leaned back. “And then I start working my way toward what I really want…” She began kissing down my jawline to my neck. I took advantage of the situation to hook the top of her swimsuit with a finger and pull it down to release her firm, young breasts. “Jack!” she scolded. “Hands off! Follow the rules or I will quit right now.” She started to adjust the top of her swim suit, hesitated, and reached behind her back to unsnap it. “But since you enjoy looking at them so much, maybe I’ll let you do that for a while. But NO TOUCHING!”

Mary Louise unbuttoned the neck-strap of her one-piece and pulled it down to expose her lush breasts. Her nipples were bright pink and fully erect. “Look, Tommy,” she said, “But keep your hands to yourself.” Tommy was quick, however, and had one nipple in his mouth before she finished speaking. Mary Louise moaned and arched her back, pushing her breast to Tommy’s face. “Don’t do that,” she said faintly, even as she cupped her other breast in her hand.

“Mary Louise!” Jennifer warned. “You’re losing control! Snap out of it!”

Mary Louise sat back and her wet nipple popped out of Tommy’s mouth. “Sorry, but I have to do as Teacher says,” she pouted. “But remember where you were and we’ll come back to it later.”

“Okay, then,” Jennifer continued. “Now his neck is very sensitive, like yours. So be nice to it. It’s OK to take a little bite and suck it, sometimes. I don’t think we have to worry about hickeys with these guys. But don’t make him look like a conger eel went after him either.” She nibbled and sucked at my neck, generating more electric currents that went canlı bahis straight to my dick.

“And then down the shoulders, and when you get to the armpit, breathe deep. You’ve got him sweating now, and although it makes him nervous because he’s afraid you’ll be disgusted by the smell, go ahead and enjoy it. Just smelling his fresh sweat makes my pussy tingle…” She thrust her button nose into my armpit and inhaled deeply. “And of course the other side too…” She nuzzled at my other armpit, extended her tongue and lapped up a droplet that was sliding toward my waist. “Then we go across the chest, pausing at each nipple. Don’t suck too hard or it doesn’t feel good. It’s not the same as it is for a girl. But you can use a little teeth if he likes it.” My cock twitched and for a second I thought I was going to come. Jennifer giggled. “First time we did this, Jacky came in his pants. Didn’t you, Honey? You thought I didn’t notice, but I did.”

“Arggghhh,” I moaned. “That could happen again if you’re not careful. And I don’t even have any pants on.”

“Well you just go ahead and let go, Jacky,” Jennifer told me. “If you really want to. But I was kind of hoping you would wait a little while so you could come in my mouth.”

Mary Louise was nursing at one of Tommy’s black nipples, and he had his head thrown back against the couch, fists clenched at his sides.

“Now is a good time to let him know that you really are planning to suck his cock,” Jennifer said. “He’s been hoping, ever since you started, but he hasn’t been sure. So give him more than a hint. It will make the wait even more exciting for him. Go ahead, Mary Louise: tell him what you’re planning to do to him if he can behave long enough for you to get there.”

Mary Louise kept her gaze fixed on Tommy’s gloriously erect tool as she whispered, “I’m really going to suck your cock, Tommy. I can’t wait to taste it. And…I want you to come in my mouth this time. I wanted it last night too, but I was ashamed to tell you…”

“Get your sweet ass in that bedroom, Woman!” Tommy growled. “I can’t take any more of this!”

“Shut up, Tommy,” Jennifer broke in. “You’re not in charge here. Teacher will have to paddle you if you don’t behave.”

“Gawwwwwwd,” Tommy moaned. But he remained seated and kept his hands on the couch.

“Now he knows, or he’s pretty sure, that he’s going to get something special real soon,” Jennifer continued. “So again, you want to delay, delay, delay. So slide down slowly, between his knees, and kiss all the way down to his hips. Stay away from that thing poking out in the middle. We’ll get to that later.”

Jennifer continued her tortuous journey across my quivering abs, down my sides, and into the hollow of my hips. When she had settled onto her knees before me, she took my cock in her hand and examined it critically. “Ok, now he knows it’s really going to happen. But don’t rush into anything. Look it over and think about how it’s going to feel in your mouth. And how it felt the last time it was in your pussy. And how much you’d like to have it there now, but you want to do this all for him this time…”

Mary Louise had Tommy’s thick black shaft clutched in her dimpled hand, the contrast in their skin colors startling. She stroked it a few times, pulling the foreskin back to expose the glistening deep-purple crown.

“This is so much more fun when you can see what you’re doing,” Jennifer explained. “Of course it’s fun in the dark too, but I really like looking at it, and watching his face while I do it. So now I’m going to taste him ever so slightly.” She flicked the tip of my dick with her tongue. “Now you should see a little drop of something sweet here…” she delicately licked a droplet of pre-come off my cock, “and it tastes like what you will get a mouthful of later. Taste it now, so you’re not surprised.”

Mary Louise licked the head of Tommy’s cock as he watched, fascinated. “Mmmmm!” she said, savoring his essence. “I love it!”

“And you can squeeze out more of that too, if you want. But I really can’t wait any longer, so I’m going to—” She engulfed the head of my cock with her hot little mouth, and I fought back the urge to fill it with the hot come boiling in my balls. She backed off before I could erupt. “Now just watch closely, Mary Louise. This isn’t going to take long, and then I’ll lead you through it step by step.”

She took the head of my cock back into her mouth and slowly devoured as much of me as güvenilir bahis she could manage before I bumped against the back of her throat where she paused, swirled her tongue around me, and began pulling back while sucking gently. She kept one hand firmly clasped around the base of my rod and fondled my balls with the other. I lasted exactly three strokes before I was straining off the couch, my muscles as tense as piano wires. “I’m going to come, Sweetheart!” I gasped. “Please make me come now! I can’t wait—”

Jennifer swallowed more of my dick than she ever had before, and I felt the ring of her throat constrict as I spurted the first searing shot directly down her gullet. She backed off to let the next surges bathe her tongue, maintaining eye contact with me as I filled her mouth with my thick load. When it began to trickle out of the corners of her mouth she pulled off and let the last shot hit her on the chin. “So good,” she purred. She swallowed noisily and licked her lips, then scooped my last emission off her chin and smeared it on my lips. “Taste yourself, Jacky,” she said. “It’s soooo hot.” She watched as I licked the come off my lips, then finished stroking the last of my load out of my cock. She collected the sticky residue in her mouth and climbed back into my lap to kiss me. “Now kiss me and taste the come in my mouth, Jacky. You put that there. And you know how much I love it.”

“Okay then,” Jennifer sighed, allowing me to suckle her nipples without protest. “Your turn, Mary Louise. And with all this teasing, you better be prepared for a gusher. “Now you can start by telling him what you want to happen. You don’t have to let him come in your mouth unless you want him to. But if you think you do want to taste it, let him know so he doesn’t pull out and make a big mess. Sometimes that’s fun too, but if you don’t want to have to clean up and maybe wash your hair after, it’s best to swallow.”

“I’m going to suck your cock, Tommy,” Mary Louise said huskily. “And I really hope I can make you come. Because I want to taste it, and feel it spurt into my mouth.”

“Good. Now for the taste-test…”

My thundering heartbeat was finally slowing, and I watched Mary Louise with one eye while I mouthed Jennifer’s little breasts. She licked tentatively at the end of Tommy’s prick, tasting his pre-come. “Mmmm…” she said as she took his bulbous cock-head into her mouth.

“Polish it with your tongue,” Jennifer encouraged. “And keep those teeth pulled back! He likes the idea of fucking your mouth, but he wants it to feel like a pussy.”

“God in Heaven!” Tommy moaned, as Mary Louise began trying to swallow his massive cock.

“Not too much at first,” Jennifer instructed. “Make sure to keep one hand on his root or you might strangle. Hold his balls with your other hand. Gently! Never squeeze harder than you would squeeze a baby chick. Pull down on his sack. It tightens the skin on his cock and he’ll be able to feel what you’re doing better.”

Mary Louise was apparently following instructions to the letter, because Tommy was gasping for breath and pushing his hips toward her face. “He’s going to come now, Mary Louise! Take as much of it as you can, and don’t forget to swallow!”

With a bellow Tommy jetted his load into Mary Louise’s waiting mouth. Her eyes widened as she felt his hot spunk blast into her mouth, and she pulled back reflexively, coughed, and gasped, his syrupy come dripping from her swollen lips. Another hefty spurt landed in her hair, and the next splattered on her rosy cheek. “Get back on it, Mary Louise!” Jennifer urged. “Suck it all out, or you will be doing it again in about five minutes.”

Mary Louise opened her mouth just in time to take the next spurt onto her tongue. She got back on his cock and sucked noisily as he unloaded his balls into her eager mouth. She licked his slippery staff off thoroughly before climbing into his lap and kissing him. “You came in my mouth, Tommy. And I loved it.”

“You have come in your hair,” Tommy said wonderingly.

“Yes, I do, because you put it there, you naughty boy,” Mary Louise said. “Couldn’t wait for me to get my mouth open. Now I’m going to have to wash my hair. And redo my make-up.”

“Let me rest a few minutes and I’ll help you with that,” Jennifer said. “I need a shower too so we might as well conserve water.”

“I can help her with it,” Tommy offered, “as soon as I can move again.”

“No, you two just rest. Or shower in the guest bathroom. And then we’ll take a nap, OK?” Jennifer said, eyeing me mischievously. “Mary Louise and I will do a little review while we’re in the shower. And then we’ll be all nice and fresh for nap-time.”

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Sandy was a student at the local university in her second year studying psychology. She was short and petite with below shoulder length blonde hair, often tied in a pony tail to suit her mood. She was also a bit of a loner with only a few trusted friends and so did not socialise very much. She enjoyed the apartment she lived in, spent nights studying, listening to her favourite music or communicating with distant friends on the internet. If the mood suited her with the right person she would indulge in a little shared cybersex using her voice communication and cam.

The cybersex was good. It allowed her to masturbate and satiate those feelings of being horny. She regarded it as “safe sex”, and there was very little physical attachment she shared with, perhaps just a slight emotional one, which she could cope with because of her mind-set. It was simply fun, but very private. She never revealed it to other physical friends around her. Besides, her thoughts were could they be bothered anyway?

She did not believe in using a gym and over the past winter months she had put on more weight than she wanted, although the weight gain was minimal. Her body was still petite and healthy.

It was spring and time to do some jogging again every Saturday and Sunday mornings, a routine five kilometres.

Sandy would wake up and have a shower then breakfast of one tomato and lettuce sandwich. She considered that to be enough until dinner later that afternoon. She would put on her skimpy lace underwear and then the usual grey jogging shorts and t-shirt. She was ready to take on that five kilometre challenge.

Over the weeks it got easier. One Sunday she left her apartment and began her run. Outside on the boulevard was a young man, same age as Sandy. He was Dermot, his father Irish and his mother Caribbean. His hair was short, neat and curly with a body that was kept in good condition thanks to the university gym. He was not a student, but a carpenter for a nearby home repair establishment.

Dermot had been watching Sandy for many months over winter into spring. He liked what he saw. She was his kind of girl and he wanted to get to know her a little more. Perhaps even a date maybe? But that first move had to be his. The thing was, he was shy with lots of girls and spent quite a lot of time masturbating about having sex and especially Sandy. A date seemed great, but what he really wanted was to see what she was like naked and submissive for sex. Seduction was on his mind first, and perhaps that might be a way to her heart for a relationship.

That Sunday, late morning, Sandy returned from her jog. He waited to enter the apartment block behind her. “Excuse me, do you know anyone called Gerry who lives here?” Dermot asked. Sandy laughed nervously removing her earphone. On first impression, she thought he was quite handsome and not many young men burst into her life as if from nowhere.

“Sorry, I don’t know anyone called Gerry who lives here.” She smiled at him and he returned the gesture. “There are lots of people in this block. Gerry could be any one of them, but it is mostly female residence only, that is until they changed the rules recently. Is he a student?”

“Yes, I believe he is. Don’t know what he studies though.”

“I am really sorry I can’t help you… what is your name?”

“Dermot.”

“Very sorry Dermot. Are you OK?”

“Not really…” He was beginning to get lost for words. His shyness most of all.

“I’m Sandy,” she smiled and took his hand, holding it a few seconds whilst she checked out the young man before her, casually dressed in t-shirt and jeans with quite a few manly muscles and handsome looks, especially when he smiled. He reminded her of Kev, one of the online cybersex players. Only Kev had a good package and a penchant for British girls. She cleared her mind from daydreaming those few seconds. Dermot was physically facing her. “Would you like a coffee or something?”

Dermot raised a slight smile and accepted the invitation, feeling more at ease she had told him her name. One other thing he discovered whilst following her was not only her cute butt, she could also talk quite a lot, offering advice on how to locate Gerry, a completely non-existing individual, whilst they took the elevator to the floor her apartment was situated on.

He could not stop himself from looking at her legs, and when she turned to him, her small petite breasts through the clothing. He just wondered what they would be like compared to lots of other girls more stacked that he had fancied. Of course, he had seen pictures and even porn of petite girls being photographed and fucked. The amount of cum he had spent wanking over them was quite a lot. But what was it like to actually do it to one of them? The more he was with her now, close up, the more he began to fancy his chances of finding out.

Once in the apartment there was that clean fragrance smell in the air. The smell he associated with homes lived in by women, especially single ones. In his job it was bahis siteleri quite familiar. But in his job the homes were occupied by older women that made advances to him. They scared him. Older women were not “his thing”, even though they had maturity and experience.

“Sit down Dermot, make yourself comfortable.” Sandy told him as she made her way into the kitchen area. Dermot took a seat in a studio chair, and once again catching a glimpse of Sandy he began to daydream. Those porn movies did not help to keep his mind off things. He wanted to release that pony tail of hers and see how long her hair really was. And, thinking of hair, did she have pubes?

Sandy returned with two mugs of coffee setting them down on the coffee table. She took a seat opposite him. “So Dermot, what do you do?”

He explained that he was an apprentice trained carpenter and earned quite a good wage. Business was good and he had weekends free. This seemed to drift over Sandy’s head as if she had no interest and Dermot noticed. Infact, Sandy was not really interested in anything but her studies. Regarding her guest, he was lost looking for Gerry and perhaps needed rescuing for a while.

While they drank their coffee, now in silence, she noticed Dermot checking her out, this time with more interest. Even though she thought he was handsome, it made her shiver, not knowing for sure that it was right to allow a stranger within her domain.

“Can I confess something?” Dermot asked.

“Yes, why not?” Sandy replied, now trying to be a good host and possible listener.

“I like you Sandy quite a lot.” Silence hit the room between them. He expected an answer and she just did not know how to take his confession. “I’ve been kind of stalking you. Just hanging around the boulevard outside the block and following you during the weekends in winter. I’m surprised you didn’t notice me watching in the hypermarket every Saturday.”

Sandy put her head in her hands and laughed nervously. “Really? I can’t believe it.” The laughter followed by a smile, not knowing what to think or say.

“It’s true. But, I only wanted to get to know you, not harm you.”

“Oh my gawd! I can’t believe I actually have a stalker and you are sitting in my home.”

“I’m not sure of my feelings Sandy. I’ve never been with a girl before.”

“Are you telling me the truth Dermot, or is this some trick?” Sandy asked. Lots of men did often approach her with intentions to make advances. She told them she was not interested and some even began to think she was a lesbian and out of bounds. Dermot reacted by putting his head in his hands.

“Fuck… I knew this would be a mistake… shit!”

“No wait Dermot, don’t get upset on me.” Sandy reached her hand out to his and noticed real tears in his eyes. He was both offended and upset at her reaction to his honesty. “If it is any consolation Dermot, I too am a virgin. I have never been with any man or even a woman for that matter. I am just too busy to have a relationship. And, furthermore, my best friend when it comes to having sex is in my computer desk drawer. My dildo. The only thing that has ever been inside of me.”

Dermot could not believe her replies. She went on to explain the cybersex and she was not entirely absence of any sex. “All girls and women masturbate” she confessed. “I know someone in the States who I communicate with. Together we watch ourselves masturbate online. But there is no relationship between us. We do it for fun, and to be honest, not beating about the bush, he has a really amazing cock. I love to watch him cum and he loves watching me play with my dildo, talking dirty to me until I cum too.”

Suddenly, the shoe seemed to be on the other foot with her openness. Dermot could not believe what he was hearing. “So, even though you never had… physical intercourse you have cybersex?”

“Of course” Sandy smiled. “I don’t even know what a real cock feels like.” Once again silence hit the air as they looked at each other. Now his thoughts of seduction were increased. It was just the right question to ask perhaps. His own cock was becoming stiffer than ever. It could not be hidden inside of his pants because of the tell tale bulge which Sandy observantly noticed. “I see you are feeling horny?” she asked. Dermot looked down and noticed. He was by no means a small young man when it came to his package.

“Er… yes, I’m getting hard with what you just told me. Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry Dermot.” Sandy smiled. She took the band from her pony tail and let her hair fall over her shoulders. “So, you like me?” she asked. Dermot could only nod his head in reply. She was beautiful in his eyes. “What exactly do you find attractive about me Dermot?” She was actually seducing him with that certain grin and look in her eyes.

“Everything I see and imagine.”

“I will do a deal with you. I’ve been jogging and need a shower. I need to see what you have too.” She pointed at him. “You’ve kind of twisted my arm on this one Dermot. Share that shower canlı bahis with me?”

“Fuck! Really?” Dermot replied, holding his head in his hands. “What if my tears were crocodile tears and I was trying to trick you?”

“Oh I know the real tears Dermot. Believe me, yours were real. And I truly am sorry for causing you upset. So… this deal then, are you ready?”

“Whenever you are Sandy.”

Before going anywhere, whilst Dermot watched, she lifted off her t-shirt revealing her petite breasts cosseted in her bra. Then with a smile she unclipped her bra revealing her breasts with smooth raised and pink areola. “Oh fuck…” Dermot uttered. “Those little titties are unbelievably gorgeous. I never imagined nipples like that…”

“There is more to come. But In the bathroom.” She took his hand, led him through her bedroom and through into the bathroom. “Take off your clothes Dermot, come on, this is our deal.” He began to strip and noticed when she bent forwards to remove her lower clothing, her breasts were like perfectly formed cones of flesh, and not dissimilar to what he had seen in porn, only Sandy’s were there in physical reach.

They both stepped into the shower. Dermot found it hard to believe what he was doing and who with. It was easy in a way he thought. They cleaned each other’s bodies in turn. He had to pause for a while, touching and feeling her breasts and further down, her smoothly shaved pussy mound. Sandy spent time making sure his cock was absolutely clean, stroking it between her finger grip from his balls to the tip. Even semi-erect he was quite thick and long with a mass of veins. She wanted to take it into her mouth, but if anything, that might happen later. She looked into his dark brown eyes and bit her lip moaning. “Love your fucking cock Dermot. Thank you for being with me.”

“My pleasure babe… er … I mean Sandy. To be honest I never really thought this would happen. Earlier during coffee even less. I had thoughts of seducing you, but… you actually seduced me. How can that happen?”

“Let’s just say… luck.” Sandy winked, her eyes now fixed on his growing erection still in her grip. “I’m just wondering if I can get your cock inside of me? You’re big… quite big.” Has she continued to stroke she looked him in the eyes still moaning and enjoying his feel in her grip. Dermot too began to moan and quiver.

“Oh fuck Sandy I’m cumming…”

“Yes!” She wanked his cock faster using both hands until he gasped, gripping her shoulders. His buttocks clenched and creamy white streams of cum shot onto her belly, the shower water washing it away as he released and the ropes of thick cum hit their target. “Fuck, you sure do cum Dermot. Nice!” she smiled.

“Yeah… been a few days since I had a wank… I mean masturbated.”

“Dermot, if you want to call it a wank that’s fine with me.” Sandy smiled, just happy to have relieved him and seen how much he is capable of cumming. And she liked what she saw. Her first physical contact, just as much as Dermot’s.

They both dried themselves with towels. Dermot’s eyes were firmly fixed on Sandy’s petite breasts. Still nubile. She was a late developer and it seemed that was it. They had never developed further, destined to have small breasts dominated by her large pink and raised areola. She wanted to feel him suck and lick them to see if it felt the same way when she touched them herself. Dermot took on the invitation and in turn he began to lick and suck them. To Sandy it felt so good. It was like touching her clitoris, giving her amazing tingles through her body. “Don’t stop… please” she told him, holding his flaccid cock. And as if by natural instinct he knew what to do to pleasure her.

The deal was done. Or was it? They had barely known each other for one hour and Dermot could not believe his luck. And, neither could Sandy. What motivated her was that Dermot was handsome and she just had to embark on that chance of actually physically being with someone. The shower deal was just something she had to do. Dermot was after all a “real” guy and after revealing her cybersex experiences and both being virgins, it made her feel quite horny. With respect, Dermot was not going to be her sex toy boy. They shared something between them. The lack of experience of contact sex and there was more to be discovered.

She moved closer to him whilst stroking his semi-hard cock. She just had to kiss him. Their lips made contact. Small tiny kisses at first growing more passionate. It began to feel good for both of them the longer the kiss developed. Dermot pulled away slowly. “I’ve never done that before. It feels good.”

“Neither have I.” Sandy smiled. “I’ve always wanted to know what it felt like.” It was so good they continued. His hands cupping her breasts whilst she stroked him to a full erection, helped on by the kissing. And Sandy felt herself becoming more and more wet as her love juices began to flow. Those tingles, the kissing turned both of them on. The initial deal may have been over, but güvenilir bahis they were both ready for more. “Can we promise each other something?” Sandy asked.

“What’s that?”

“Please don’t fall in love with me. I will do the same with you. Infact, let’s just be together this once.”

Dermot thought the request was strange. His chances of future dates with her had just been blown away. He was looking for love. To him that afternoon was the beginning, or so he had thought, to some kind of courtship. Suddenly his sex drive took a step backwards and right away Sandy could feel it in his cock. It slowly became flaccid as he thought about what she had said.

He took her by the arms. “Sandy, listen to me. I’ve been stalking you for many many weeks now, through winter into spring. You have been the only person on my mind. I’ve wanked myself stupid thinking about you.”

“This is it Dermot, you have already started to fall in love with me if not already. And, I have only known you for less than two hours. That isn’t right. I need perhaps more time… a long time.”

“You seduced me Sandy. The deal? I thought it was going to be the start of a relationship.”

“You’re being naive. I only wanted to show you what I was like and my curiosity made me wank you off. I liked what I saw. Curiosity. That is all it comes down to. I love the way you kiss, but it’s my first time too, like it was for you. And it felt amazing.”

“So, that’s it? Don’t I even get the pleasure of fucking you?”

Sandy looked down to the tiled bathroom floor to think. She was not looking for an on-going relationship. It would upset her lifestyle and although Dermot was handsome and everything some other girls and women would hope for. She did not even know if she could trust him. There was no real love for him. And, it would be too long for him to wait for her. Surely he would find someone else. She raised her head and looked straight into his eyes. “I am going to let you have sex with me this one time only.”

“It neither seems right nor wrong now Sandy. I am confused.”

“I’m not going to use you. This one time is for us. Call it experience. And besides, I am horny. The feeling is right for now. And yes, you can fuck me. But just this once.” Sandy explained. “Besides, I have my life already planned and it doesn’t make space for a boyfriend.”

It was not what Dermot wanted to hear. He had fallen in love during those long weeks and he was convinced. It was only fair that she had not gotten to know him. He was a stranger in her life still and that he had to accept. He was just lucky they had gotten so far in such a short time. She was right. But he could not fully understand the deal. It happened so quickly and unexpectedly. Yes, curiosity and yes, he was naive. She had control, rightfully for her own security and he was only being respectful. He looked at her. “I am going to confess Sandy… I am in love with you. Or, at least I think I am.”

Sandy saw tears run down his face. She knew he was emotionally upset and held him closely in her arms as he began to sob uncontrollably. She had not even expected it to happen and wondered what she had done to cause the situation. A mistake, but too late. “You can’t be in love Dermot. It’s not like that,” she began to explain. “You don’t really know who I am. My personality.”

“I want to get to know your personality.” Dermot told her, pleading.

“You don’t Dermot. It isn’t what you will expect. I have no time in my life for a relationship and, without hurting your feelings, I am aiming higher in life and that includes the relationships I will personally get involved in. You are a handsome man, unfortunately not my kind that I would be seeking in my future. I’m sorry if that sounds selfish Dermot, I really am.”

“What kind of man would you be looking for?”

It was not an easy question to answer, especially to Dermot. She sought a man or even woman she could settle down with, happily in love and share their intended professional status together. She thought it best not to answer directly. “Let’s not dwell on that.”

She took him into her bedroom and they began to kiss passionately. Those kisses led to each of them touching and feeling their bodies, it was all natural instinct. The oral sex and eventually the intercourse. The promised acts of sex were both carried out in neutral minds between them. Sandy, satiated by the acts of physical sexual contact for the first time in her life. Some things she was not sure she enjoyed. Dermot tried everything he wanted with the girl he became besotted with.

After they had done, they held each other tightly and once more sealed their experiences with a passionate kiss. There was silence for a while. They lay together. “Is that what it’s about?” Dermot asked. Sandy could only raise a smile. The only thing she wanted was to sleep in her state of contentment. “I’ll leave you to sleep.” He kissed her gently on the lips.

Before leaving, he dressed and returned to the bedroom. Sandy had fallen into a sleep. Again, he sat beside her on the bed, admiring her naked body and gently kissed her again. “Thank you…” he whispered softly. “I will keep our promise. But I still love you.” Sandy did not hear him.

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Note: This story does a little time-travelling. Keep an eye on the timestamps if you get lost. Also, I know that COVID has shut down schools and their activities, but I hope you can ignore that for the sake of the story.

1. All characters participating in sex are 18+

2. No characters represent real people

3. Enjoy the fiction

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RIVALS

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[Saturday, April 20, 2019, 5:47 pm]

Andrew closed his eyes and waited for them to name the winner. They’d just given third place to an Asian kid named Yen Chang. That meant it was down to Andrew, and… her.

“The winner of this year’s Intercity Academic Decathlon, Junior Division, is…”

Andrew prayed. Please say my name. Please say my name. Just don’t say her name.

“Megan Mason!”

Andrew opened his eyes and frowned. The audience cheered. Even for those who were rooting for him, Andrew knew it would be disrespectful to boo. She’d beaten him fairly. Again.

Andrew Collins was the smartest kid at Franklin East High School. He’d gotten straight A’s in every top-level class so far. It wasn’t even a question between him and other top students, most of whom were his friends.

But every year since 9th grade, he’d come to this Intercity Academic Decathlon, which split the students up by year. And each of those years, this year included, he’d come in second place. And guess who came in first all three years?

Megan Mason. Andrew looked at her as she hefted her third first-place trophy. Megan was the smartest student at Franklin West, the school across town, the rival school. Her blonde hair was a little stringy, and her large glasses hid part of her face. Her body was slim and small, as if she still hadn’t grown into it.

Andrew knew that feeling. He also was a late-bloomer. At 17, he was still skinny, though he’d had a growth spurt this year and was now 6-foot-1. He’d grown out his brown hair past his ears, so it usually looked shaggy and unkempt.

Andrew was handed a silver trophy and he trudged off the stage, so the announcers could give trophies to the seniors. His parents were sitting on the right side of the auditorium, but he found his friends on the left. Mikey had been Andrew’s best friend since middle school. He was blonde and had been kinda chubby, but he’d grown taller and thinner recently.

Manny was next to him. The raven-haired Latina was pretty, in a plain girl-next-door kind of way. Most of the popular guys didn’t bother with her because she was way too smart for them. Those that did quickly found out the hot-blooded Latina wasn’t interested, especially if you called her by her given name, Manuela. A few months ago, Manny and Mikey had started dating. It had initially weirded out Andrew, but he was happy that they made each other happy.

They didn’t pay any attention to the rest of the ceremony. “Tough break, Andrew,” said Mikey. “I know you really wanted to win this year.”

“Yeah,” Andrew replied, sinking down in his seat.

“But you got second,” Manny pointed out. “All the smartest kids in the city, you’re number two.”

Andrew only groaned. Mikey spoke instead. “It’s not just the ranking, it’s her.”

“Who? That Megan girl?”

Andrew finally joined the conversation. “Number two be fine if I could be number one once in a while. Megan Mason has beaten me three years in a row.”

“Hey little man.” A hand clamped down on Andrew’s shoulder from the row behind him.

“Hey Josh.” Andrew grunted at his big brother.

“Good job out there today. Mom and Dad are super proud.” Josh grinned. He was a big-time athlete before he graduated, and was always big into the fabricated rivalry between East and West high schools. Smart too, but not as smart as Andrew. He’d earned scholarships to play football and baseball at State. To top it off, Josh had girls lined up to date him.

“You know I’m almost as tall as you are,” Andrew pointed out. “I’m not a little man anymore.”

“I know, just a habit.” Josh rubbed his little brother’s shoulders. Though Josh had been somewhat of a jerk to other geeks in high school, he’d always been supportive of Andrew. “I was really hoping you’d take down that chick from West this year.”

“Yeah. Me too. Maybe next year.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought too,” Josh said. “In fact, I want to help.”

“Help?” Andrew turned to look at his brother. “How can you help?”

“Listen little brother,” Josh pointed at the stage. “The categories are changing next year. There’s going to be a Fitness category.”

That was news to Andrew. “There is?”

“And look at that Megan girl.” Josh pointed her out. “You think she’s winning any fitness awards?”

Andrew did look. Megan was basically pretty scrawny. Flat-chested, not much to look at, but also not much there for muscles. “Probably not.”

“Definitely not. And you, little man,” Josh flexed his own muscles, “will have your very own personal trainer.”

Andrew’s eyes lit up. “You mean it?”

“Of course. We’ll show that puny girl what happens bahis siteleri when you mess with the Collins brothers.”

—

[Saturday, April 25, 2020, 8:15 am]

Andrew was reviewing the list of Decathlon categories in the back seat of Mikey’s old mini-van, the car he’d inherited when his mom got a new one. It was a comfortable back seat. Andrew tried to ignore the fact that Mikey had admitted he’d had sex with Manny in that back seat about a week ago.

Mikey and Manny sat up front as the car pulled into the parking lot. Andrew’s parents would arrive later for the awards ceremony, so Andrew was glad to ride with his friends. Josh wasn’t able to attend, but he’d sent his best regards the previous evening.

Andrew felt completely different than he did last year. He’d gained another inch in height, but he’d bulked up a lot. Josh immediately took him to the pool the previous summer, and got him doing laps, as well as running and other exercises. But in the pool, Andrew found a new niche. Turns out, he was a good swimmer, and the school’s swim coach saw him and put him on the team. Andrew now sported his letterman’s jacket, and had a new gold trophy in his room: Franklin East High School Swim Team, District Champions.

But he was after another gold trophy today. The one he’d wanted for years now. Today was the day he was going to beat Megan Mason. The swim team didn’t deter Andrew from his academic successes, and he’d gotten straight A’s again, and several college scholarship offers.

Andrew and his friends hopped out of the van, and he straightened up his letterman jacket. He felt good, confident, and ready. Mikey and Manny flanked him like they were his posse. He felt like a boxer entering the ring, and they were his coaches.

At the sign-in table ahead of him, there was a cute blonde girl getting her name tag and information. Andrew checked her out. Nice ass, he thought. Really nice body overall. Her blonde hair was almost luxuriously long, cascading to her shoulders. The white knee-length dress she wore complimented her features, and her long legs ended in her cute feet shown in open-toed sandals.

He continued to watch as she turned around and smiled at him, and he smiled back. “Hi,” he said.

“Hi. Good luck today.”

“You too.” He watched the hot blonde walk away, stunned in her beauty. Her walk was graceful and sexy.

“Dude,” Mikey said, poking him in the side.

“What? Sorry, what?” Andrew snapped out of it and refocused on his friends.

“Why’d you wish her luck?” asked Manny.

“Why not?”

Manny and Mikey shared a look. “Don’t you know who that was?” Manny asked him.

“Who? The girl? No.”

“That was Megan.”

“Megan?” Andrew said, dreamily. What a pretty name, he thought.

Manny snapped her fingers in front of his face. “Megan Mason!” she hissed at him. “You just wished good luck to your rival!”

Andrew snapped back to reality. “That was Megan Mason?” He was stunned at the transformation. “But she was… she was…”

“She was hot,” Mikey finished. Manny hit him in the shoulder. “What? I’m just saying she’s prettier than she used to be.”

It was an understatement. Gone were the huge glasses, replaced by contact lenses. Gone was the stringy messy hair and the flat chest. In a single year, Megan had gone from a small, skinny girl to young woman with curves in all the right places.

Manny still gave him and angry look, but conceded, “Okay, yes, she’s prettier than last year. She must have grown up a bit.” She grabbed Andrew by the shoulders and shook him. “But remember, you came here to beat her.”

Andrew shrugged it off, trying to get back into the zone. “Right. I’m gonna crush her.”

Mikey grinned and gave him a fist-bump. “Yeah, that’s the spirit.”

—

The Decathlon was, unsurprisingly, ten subjects that would be taught in high school. Each student would take tests, or do some other demonstration of skills, in front of qualified teachers from all over the city. Those teachers would determine the scores for each student out of 100, and the sum of those scores would be added up to determine the overall winner.

This year, Fitness had been added to the list of ten. To make room, Music and Art had been combined into a single category, Fine Arts. Andrew realized that this was significant, as he’d placed first in Music last year, and Megan had won Art. So, Fitness would likely help to put Andrew over the top.

The day was divided into ten periods, and the students’ schedules were randomly shuffled, so Andrew might see Megan in a couple periods. He hoped he wouldn’t be distracted if that happened.

And it happened right away. Andrew entered the first classroom and saw Megan sitting there, along with a couple of other students. She smiled and waved. He couldn’t resist smiling back. It’s a good thing Manny didn’t see that, he thought, she’d probably snap at him.

The first classroom was hosting a history test. Andrew sat a few rows behind Megan. He couldn’t help but look up canlı bahis occasionally at her long blonde locks, her cute body, but each time he shook his head to clear his mind and get back to the test. Despite the distraction, he felt he did well.

The second period was thankfully without Megan, though Andrew did recognize Yen, who’d won third place last year. They respectfully nodded to each other before they dove into a difficult-but-manageable math test. It included lots of geometry, algebra, and calculus.

Manny and Mikey met Andrew in the hallway. Mikey was carrying Andrew’s bag, which held snacks and any other supplies the trio would need. Manny was keeping track of Andrew’s scores as they were posted, but was also trying to keep tabs on Megan.

“You got her in the History round, Andrew,” Manny announced.

“Really?”

“Yep,” Manny grinned. “98 to 96. You’re already two points ahead.”

Andrew sighed. “That’s a relief. I have to admit, she’s distracting.”

Manny punched him in the arm. “No distractions. Now, third period is Fine Arts. Go win this thing.”

Andrew did his best. Each student had to choose between music and art, so Andrew easily selected music, but he spotted Megan going into the art room next door. There was a brief written exam, which he blew through quickly. Then he wowed judges with his piano skills on a Chopin prelude. It wasn’t just a technically difficult piece. He played with passion and heart, and he saw one of the judges nodding and smiling. Andrew grinned when he finished, knowing he’d aced this round.

Manny and Mikey met him in the hall. “Nice playing, Maestro,” Mikey said, handing him a water bottle and a granola bar. “Two more periods before lunch.” All three of them were smiling until they saw Megan leave the art room with a big smile on her face. Her eyes got wide when she saw Andrew, as her cheeks flushed, and she quickly walked away and around the corner.

“Do you remember what she did in Art last year?” asked Manny.

Andrew scratched his head. “Umm… she drew something? No, I think maybe she painted. I remember it being colorful. And very realistic. I admit, it was really good.”

—

Andrew successfully avoided Megan the fourth and fifth periods. He took a biology test, followed by an English test that was mostly vocabulary and grammar. Neither was one of his stronger subjects. He was looking forward to the afternoon, when he’d do Government and Chemistry, as well as the Fitness test.

Manny was tabulating the scores as Andrew ate lunch. Mikey kept him company, which was good. They chatted about non-school things to give his mind a break. Andrew wanted to be relaxed before he started having to use his brain again.

“Good news and bad news,” Manny reported, sliding onto the bench next to Mikey. “You did great in Math and Fine Art, of course. Both 100’s.”

Mikey fist-pumped the air. Andrew asked, “What’s the bad news?”

“Megan also got 100 in Fine Art. And she did Math fourth period, and got 100 there too.”

Andrew rolled his eyes. “So those two rounds were a draw. What about the others?”

“They haven’t posted your English score yet. But you got a 95 in Biology.”

Andrew nodded. “Okay. I can live with that.”

Manny shook her head. “No, you can’t. Megan took Biology second period and got a 97.”

He ran the numbers in his head. “So, we’re tied?”

“So far, yes.” Manny saw a teacher heading to post more scores. “I’ll keep you posted. Mikey, take our champion here to the next period.”

“You got it, coach,” Mikey saluted. When she’d gone, he shook my arm. “Don’t worry about it. You’ve got this.”

—

Andrew took the Chemistry test for the sixth period, and felt really good about it. It was one of his favorite subjects. Something about the beakers and chemicals made perfect sense to him.

Mikey met him in the hall and shoved his gym clothes at him. “Fitness is next,” his friend told him. “Go change.”

“Where’s Manny?”

“Outside,” Mikey replied. “Waiting for us.”

As the boys went down the hall for the locker room, they passed the art room. Some teacher was displaying today’s work products on a table in the hall. One painting caught Andrew’s eye. He skidded to a stop and stared at it. It was good. He knew, even without labels, it was Megan’s work.

The painting captured a small boy with brown hair, and a small girl with blonde hair, sitting across from each other at a table. Both were looking downwards, and blushing, as if too shy to talk to each other. The scene seemed eerily familiar to Andrew, and he was frozen by it until Mikey yanked on his arm, urging him, “Come on, let’s go!”

The boys went into the locker room and Andrew quickly changed into his gym shorts and t-shirt, before they both went outside. Mikey patted Andrew on the back, and was going to sit with Manny in the stands, when they both froze at the sight before them.

Megan was there, stretching. She’d changed too, out of the cute white dress and into a pink sports bra güvenilir bahis and short black shorts. Andrew gasped. Her midriff showed off her perfect navel, and the bra showcased a little of her ample cleavage. She certainly had grown up since last year, he thought.

“Hey! Mikey! Get your ass up here!” Manny called down.

Mikey looked at his friend and simply said, “Good luck, dude.”

Andrew huffed, and went to gather with the rest of the students, and with the coaches who were there. Andrew recognized his swim coach in the group, who gave him a smiling nod.

One of the other coaches spoke up when they were all present. “Good afternoon. This exam consists of three parts. First, forty sit-ups. Then, you must complete twenty pushups to our satisfaction. Finally,” he gestured at the track. “You must run a mile. That’s four laps. You have to complete all three phases in 25 minutes to get full credit.”

Easy, thought Andrew. Each student got down into sit-up position, and a coach stood near each one. He saw his swim coach standing over Megan. Another coach, one he didn’t recognize stood over him. The lead coach yelled, “Ready?”, then blew his whistle.

Andrew wasted no time. This was his event to win. He completed his sit-ups, then flipped over to do the push-ups. He realized that most of the other students in the Decathlon were nerds and Fitness would not be their strength. Especially push-ups. The poor girl next to him was really struggling to do her first one, and Andrew was already finishing. His swimming had given him ample upper-body strength.

He was the first to get up and start running the mile. Mikey and Manny cheered from the stands. All the extra work with Josh, and with the swim coach, was going to pay off.

As he completed the first half-lap, turning to see the others, he saw Megan get up and start running too. The other students were still finishing their push-ups. Andrew knew he had time to spare, but as he ran, he noticed that Megan was slowly catching up. As Andrew finished the second lap, Megan was only a quarter-lap behind. He finished his third lap and she was right on his tail.

Andrew didn’t have to beat her in the race. He knew that. He’d get 100 just for completing everything in the allowed time, and he would easily do that. But now it was a point of pride. He pushed himself into high gear, and started to increase his lead a bit.

On the last quarter-lap, Megan closed the gap, and was soon running side by side with him. Oh no, thought Andrew, not today. He ran the last bit of distance at full speed, but so did she. In the end, she edged him out by a half-second, and Andrew was irritated. “What’s your problem?” he said, gasping for air.

“What do you mean?” she asked, not as winded as he was.

“You can’t let me win one? You just have to beat me four years in a row?”

“Aww. What’s the matter?” Megan suddenly said. “Afraid of a little competition?” Then she walked away, practically strutting with a sexy confidence.

This time, Andrew was frozen, not just by her sex appeal, but by what she’d just said. Why did that sound so familiar? Andrew went into deep thought, then realized it.

[Saturday, April 22, 2017, 8:20 am]

“Hi,” said the tiny blonde girl, to a ninth grade Andrew. She timidly sat down across from where he sat in the school cafeteria.

“Hi. I’m Andrew.”

“I’m Megan.” The two children gave each other shy smiles. That is, when they were brave enough to look at each other. Had anyone been watching closely, they might have seen the beginnings of something. The tiniest spark of something special. A small girl who was taking a small step outside of her comfort zone, to talk to a boy she thought was kinda cute. A small geeky boy who was certainly no ladies’ man, had never even been on a date, and was flattered that any girl would bother to talk to him, especially this little cute one.

Then, out of nowhere, a hulking jock slammed down at the same table with a loud noise. “Hey, little man, got a little friend there? Or a rival?” asked the large twelfth grader. The sleeve of his letterman’s jacket was emblazoned with the sports he’d excelled at: football, baseball, wrestling.

Megan was scared by his sudden arrival and loud voice, and the large boy saw it. “Aww, what’s the matter, afraid of a little competition?” said the large, laughing teenage boy, and the tiny girl stood up and ran away.

[Saturday, April 25, 2020, 2:26 pm]

Andrew was still watching Megan walk away when his swim coach came up and clapped him on the shoulder. “My god, Andrew, that was amazing.”

“But I didn’t win.”

The coach patted him on the shoulder and led him to a bench to sit. “Don’t you know who that was?”

“Megan Mason.” Andrew hated the words as they came out of his mouth.

“Yeah, Megan Mason. She led her school to the district championship in track this year.” Andrew just looked at him. “And you held your own with her. Fantastic job!”

“Oh. Okay,” was all Andrew could say. He guessed he didn’t do so bad after all.

“I’ve got to get ready for the next period, and so do you,” said the coach, “and here’s your entourage.” Manny and Mikey walked up. “I’ll see you at the end, Andrew. I’m proud of you.”

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*Disclaimer: This story takes some time to develop, so if you’re looking for a quickie story, please go elsewhere. Also, this is my first story (based very loosely on a true story) and I was scared to put it out there, but I did so please be kind! : )

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“I can’t believe I’m dong this!” Rachel stated to her roommate as she stared at her body in the new clothes purchased for her only after a lot of coaxing (more like threatening) from her roommate. After one hour of prep, as Anna called it, she was officially ready for her first fraternity party.

“You look totally hot! The guys are going to be all over you tonight!” replied Anna. Her roommate Anna was known around the freshman class as a party animal, she was tall with blonde hair and green eyes and was slim, with very small but perky breasts.

“Yea, right” Rachel said “just because my boobs are hanging out!” She pulled up the top of her blue halter top to try and hide her cleavage. Deciding after the tenth time, that they were just going to be on display, no matter how much she messed with them.

“Well, you know what I always say ‘If you got it- flaunt it!’ and besides you really need to get some action tonight, you don’t wanna be a virgin forever, do you?”

Rachel pondered the question while staring at herself and she had to admit that she looked pretty good. Anna had managed to pick out the perfect outfit that complimented her curvy figure. With her brown hair and blue eyes, the color complimented her pale complexion, the tight fit flattered her 36D breasts and her small waist, the tight skinny jeans hugged her body.

“Of course not, you know how shy I am, its just really hard for me to put myself out there for others to judge, its just easier to sometimes bury myself in school work.” Rachel replied.

“I understand, but this is college- its time to experiment and have fun!” replied Anna as she finished putting on her mascara and grabbed her phone that was ringing. “Yea… sure.. um hum… ok…. we’ll meet you there” after which she said “Ok that was Jessica and Kayla and they said their is supposed to be an awesome party at the Phi Psi Alpha house! Tonight we’re going to find some men!”

Turning to go, the two girls leave their dorm room and begin to ascend on the short walk to Fraternity Row.

After showing their IDs to get into the frat house, they proceeded up the winding staircase looking for drinks. They were greeted by Jessica and Kayla who handed them both something that smelled like rum and coke.

“Wow this is so strong!” Rachel said.

“Just drink it- don’t be such a pussy!” Anna replied and then in one long gulp, finished her drink and went off to find another one. Rachel continued to sip her drink and became more accustomed to the taste, before she knew it she had finished her drink as well. Anna soon returned not only with refills, but also with 4 hot Phi Psi’s.

“Ladies, look what I have!” Anna screamed to be heard over the loud music that was now filling the room they were in. After passing out the cups, Anna began dancing, swaying her hips to the beat of the song. She grabbed one of the guys she had brought and pulled him into her. Once again she downed the drink in one gulp and then took the shot the guy she was dancing with offered her. Then she took her body and moved it up and down his. Rachel looked at this display and suddenly felt she was watching something dirty. She looked away and noticed that her other two friends had paired up with guys and were dancing too. Looking at the guy left made her face blush bright red. He smiled at her and motioned for her to sit down on the couch that was in the room near her dancing friends.

“Hi, I’m Brad” he said.

She smiled before replying “Hi, I’m Rachel.” When Rachel got nervous she liked to talk and when she was really nervous like she was now she asked questions. Her first question was “Where are you from?”

Brad answered, “Houston, you?”

“I’m from Jackson, Mississippi” she replied, then took a deep gulp of her drink.

“Wow, what are you doing so far from home?”

Rachel answered “Because I needed a change, and I needed to get out of Mississippi, besides my family there’s nobody really there that is that important to me.” Brad shook his head as if he were barely listening, Rachel asked “What’s your major?”

“Business, what about you?” Brad seemed to be getting bored.

“I’m double majoring in History and Anthropology” she replied, before downing the rest of her drink, and took the shot of tequila that was on the table next to the couch they were sitting on.

She was surprised when he asked her to dance and hesitated for a minute before she decided to just let go and dance with Brad. He seemed nice, and she felt left out with all her other friends dancing. Well maybe dancing wasn’t the right word for what her friends were doing, more like sex with their clothes on. Now the girls were grinding themselves against their partners and kissing passionately. Again, it made Rachel feel naughty just for looking at it.

Brad whispered in her ear “You bahis siteleri are so beautiful, I just had to tell you that.”

“Um.. Thanks…” Rachel responded. They began dancing with Brad standing behind her, he ground his hips into hers butt aggressively. It began to make her feel uncomfortable, but she ignored the feeling and the alcohol began to kick in and this made her feel even more compliant.

He began moving his hands from her hips to her stomach moving them under her top, putting his hands on her warm skin. A feeling began to grow in her stomach, but Rachel wasn’t sure whether it was her feelings for Brad or her reaction to the alcohol. After a few minutes, she turned her head to look at the other dancers and he kissed her. Shocked at first, she tried to enjoy the possessing feeling of the kiss. After a few minutes, she turned back around and he put his lips on her neck kissing and slightly sucking the curve of her neck. His hands moved from her stomach to on top of her bra, she moved his hands away, yet after a few minutes they returned to her breasts. Again she moved them away, and less than a second later he put his hands under her bra to her bare breasts, she stepped forward to get away but was really dizzy from the alcohol and instead fell backwards into him. Brad took Rachel, and turned her around, forcing her to walk over to the couch, though she objected loudly. She looked around and couldn’t find any of her friends who had stepped outside to find more drinks. She was alone with Brad.

Rachel became nervous, and began to try and think of the ways to get him off of her. She screamed “Stop!” once, and he covered her mouth with his hand.

Suddenly the door to the room opened and a guy the size of Brad asked if anything was wrong. Rachel nodded, and successfully knocked Brad to the ground. She was crying now and she got up and stumbled over to her rescuer. He took her hand and pushed her behind him before picking Brad off the ground and punching him in the face.

“Listen Pledge, you better learn respect for women or you will never be a part of this fraternity, I will personally see to it! No means no! Do you understand me?” Her rescuer yelled.

“Yes Master Todd!” Brad answered. For the first time in the last ten minutes looking as scared as Rachel had been.

“Now you can go down to the dance floor and clean up the puke on the floor!”

“Yes Master Todd!” said Brad as he rushed down the stairs to do what he was told.

“Thank you so much, I was so scared, I didn’t know if he was going to hurt me. I guess it was my fault, I shouldn’t have let him kiss me.” whimpered Rachel.

“It is never your fault! Please don’t ever say that- he’s just a dumb immature guy, who thinks pressuring a woman to do something they didn’t want to do is cool. It is NOT and will not be tolerated in this house. I’ll give him the grub work for a while, but as President of the fraternity, there’s no way in Hell he’s getting in. What’s your name?”

“My name is Rachel. I want to thank you again, have you seen my roommate, her name is Anna?” she asked.

“Yes I think she’s in the room next to mine, and I think that she’s a little busy at the moment.”

“Well I’m going to send her a text saying I’m going back to the dorm, I feel like I need a bath.” Rachel then found her phone and sent Anna a text saying ‘Hey, had a crazy night- I’m ok but I’m going back to the dorm, I’ll see you in the morning and tell you all about it!’

“Please let me walk you home, its the least I can do” Todd offered.

“Thank you, I would appreciate that, I hate walking on campus alone, and I’ve had a close enough call tonight to last me my entire life.”

On the way back to their dorm, Rachel found herself able to talk to Todd unlike anyone else she had ever known. After arriving back at the dorm, he asked if he could take her out on a date to repay her for what happened with Brad.

“No thanks, I don’t need your pity” Rachel said and turned away from Todd walking quickly into the dorm without giving him a chance to respond. He knocked on the window and tried to get her to turn around, but she ignored him and walked quickly to the stairwell.

“Oh well” she thought, “I’m so stupid for believing he was my Prince Charming, he just wanted to make sure that no charges or lawsuits were filed.”

*********************

The next day when Anna came home looking dishelved, but happy, she wanted to know what happened between Rachel and Brad. Once she finished the story, Anna was appalled, and apologized four times for leaving her alone with him.

“I thought you were having fun and that he was a nice guy- we have to make a pact to never leave each other completely alone ever again. What happened with Jessica and Kayla? I left with Jake and they were still with you.”

“Kayla text me this morning and said Jessica got sick so they left, they simply forgot about me being alone. I guess I’m forgettable!” Rachel said, she was still depressed about the previous night.

Anna answered her immediately with “You are not forgettable Rachel, canlı bahis siteleri please don’t ever say that again. I know the President asked me about you this morning, that’s how I knew you got home safe.”

Not wanting an argument or even to discuss the subject anymore Rachel agreed with Anna and said that Todd seemed like a nice guy.

“Well that’s good, because I gave him your number, promise me you’ll give him a chance!”

“What Anna?! You gave him my number! Damn!”

“Like I said, he seemed really interested and concerned about you, and besides he’s the President of Phi Psi, that could be very useful!”

“You are such a slut! I can’t believe you did that, the only reason he wants to see me is because he wants to make sure that I won’t sue him or something.”

“Rachel, please don’t call me names just because you’re upset, I am just trying to help you. I have a feeling that he truly likes you, you’re just using this as an excuse to push him away.”

“I was almost raped last night” she said “excuse me if I don’t jump for a guy who might be interested in me!”

Anna took her hands and placed them on Rachel’s shoulders then looked into her eyes and said “I am not letting you throw him away, you deserve someone to love and to be loved back.”

Rachel listened to Anna’s words and realized she was right, she was using excuses. “Ok, if he calls me, I’ll give him a chance, but he probably won’t!” to which Anna replied “Thats all I ask!”

Less than thirty minutes later, Rachel received a call from a number she didn’t know. She answered “Hello”

“Hi is this Rachel? Its Todd, listen don’t hang up on me without giving me chance to explain. The reason why I asked you to hang out is because I like you, not because I don’t want you to sue.. hell, you probably should… I asked you out because you’re smart and easy to talk to and gorgeous! I want to get to know you better, ok I’ll shut up now!”

“Todd I want to apologize for running from you without giving you a chance to explain. I jumped to the wrong conclusion, and that was wrong, I was just having a stressful night. I would love to go out with you. Name a time and place.”

“How about dinner tomorrow night? I can pick you up at 6.”

“That would be great!”

After hanging up, Rachel rushed to the next room where Anna was to tell her the news and to ask her for help picking out an outfit.

*********************

The next day of classes seemed to last and eternity to Rachel and as soon as she got back to the dorm, she rushed to take a long shower to try and calm her nerves. As the water was pouring down her body, she took her hand and fondled her breast wondering how it would feel for Todd to touch her there. She moved her hand down to her pussy and felt the wetness that was not from the shower, but from her own desires. She rubbed it and it sent shivers down her entire body, she stopped when a girl entered the stall next to her.

After two hours that consisted of picking out her outfit, and fixing her hair, and doing her makeup, she was ready ready for her date. At exactly 6:00 her phone rang with Todd telling her he was downstairs whenever she was ready. Anna wished her good luck and she raced down the stairs and then proceeded to his car. After opening the car door for her he announced he had a surprise.

Instead of taking her to a restaurant, he had bough prepared food and had arranged for a picnic in a local park. They decided to play 20 questions in an effort to get to know each other better.

“My question number 1 is where are you from?” Todd asked.

“I’m from Jackson, Mississippi, I’ll take that question as my first one too, what about you, are you from Texas?”

“No actually, I’m from Allegan, Michigan. Wow we are from two different worlds aren’t we? Do you miss home?”

“Was that 2 questions or just one? Ha ha. Yes I do, my mom and I are really close, but my dad died when I was a baby so I don’t really remember him.”

“I’m sorry, that must have been hard growing up without a dad. I miss my family too, I have 4 brothers and sisters, all older then me, and all of them are married with children.”

“Uncle Todd! My question number 3 is how many nieces and nephews do you have? I’m an only child!”

“I have 3 nephews and 4 nieces, and I miss them so much!”

“Aww… That’s so sweet. Question number 4: What’s your major?”

“I’m pre-med. I want to go in to pediatrics, what about you?”

“I’m double majoring in History and Anthropology, I want to be an archaeologist. Question number 5: What made you join a fraternity?” “I joined a fraternity because I wanted to have connections for later in life and wanted to feel a part of a big family, even away from home.”

“That’s a good reason, so it wasn’t to get girls?”

“No, actually I was in a long term relationship for 3 years and we broke up 3 months ago so it’s been hard. How long was your last relationship?”

“Honestly? I’ve never been in a relationship for more than a week. And that was in middle school, I was never interested in canlı bahis any of the guys in my high school.”

Before they new it, 20 questions turned into 40, and 2 hours passed and it grew darker, even under the lights installed near the playground. Reluctantly, they decided to leave and both knew they needed to return home. As he dropped her off at the dorm, he opened her door and walked her to the front of her dorm building.

“I had a really great time and I’d like to do it again.” Todd said.

“I did too, I’ve never felt so open with a guy.”

“How about tomorrow, same time?” he asked.

“Sure, I would love too.”

*********************

After three weeks of dating, Rachel told Anna as she was getting ready for their date “I feel so comfortable with him and I think I’m falling in love with him. I know I’m falling in love. He doesn’t pressure me to do anything I’m not comfortable doing, but I think I’m ready to take the big step, but I don’t want it to be at the frat house.”

“Well if he wants to fuck, he’ll find somewhere to do it that you’re comfortable with, believe me” Anna stated.

“You’re so crude Anna” Rachel replied.

“Well you better start learning about being crude because guys like dirty talking in bed.”

“Really? What if I’m bad at it? What if I can’t please him? What if I can’t please myself? What if it hurts? What if he doesn’t want me” Rachel said.

Anna once again took her friend by the shoulders and calmed her down by telling her “Guess what? You will suck the first time, but you’ll learn. And if he cares about you- he’ll make it as easy and pleasurable for you that he can, please don’t worry! Besides, learning is half the fun.”

Calmed down by Anna, Rachel was startled by the phone, letting her know that Todd was downstairs waiting. Rachel asked him to take her to his room so they could talk. Since he was president of the fraternity, he had a room to himself, so she knew he would be able to talk to him in a private setting. Once they arrived in his room and sat on the futon he asked her what she needed to talk about.

“Um… I just wanted to say that I love you… you don’t have to feel the same way I don’t wanna pressure you….”

Before she could finish, he interrupted “I love you too, I think I have since that first date.”

He leaned in to kiss her and ran his hand through her hair. They continued kissing for what seemed like an eternity and slowly he slid his hand on her stomach. This time the butterflies in her stomach were from being excited and not nervous. He caressed her stomach while kissing her in the nape of the neck. He pulled up her top a little at a time until it went over her head. He looked at her in the eyes to make sure she was ok with this, and after he saw the passion in her eyes, he knew she was enjoying it as much as he was. He reached behind her and unhooked her bra, her large breasts sprang free from the confinement. Todd took his hands and caressed her breasts never losing eye contact. He kissed his way from her lips to her neck then to her breasts, taking his nipple into his mouth he smiled as he heard the gasp from his love. His tongue circled her nipple before he sucked it in his mouth fondling the other with his hand. He moved one hand from her breasts to the inside of her thighs, Rachel sighed above him.

“Todd, I’m not quite ready to be with you and if we continue I don’t think I would be able to stop. And I don’t plan to lose my virginity in a fraternity house.”

Todd groaned but said “Yes, I understand. I’ll make your first time special I promise. But excuse me now because I need to go to the bathroom now to fix a problem.”

“Oh” exclaimed Rachel, “maybe I can help you with that problem. I’ve never done it before, so you’ll have to help, but I want to give you pleasure.” This was like something out of a dream for Todd, a beautiful half naked girl willing to give him a blow job to make him happy. He nodded, then stood up and helped her remove his pants. After removing them he began his instruction:

“Ok Rachel, you can begin by rubbing my dick with my boxers still on. Yea… thats nice. Mmm.. now take my boxers and slowly rub them down and stand before me.”

Though Todd wasn’t super large, at 6 1/2 inches, his dick looked huge to Rachel who was laying eyes for the first time on the male anatomy. She was mesmerized by the sight of his member standing up, almost begging for her to lick it. She had studied the male anatomy, this was required for her major, but she had never seen one up close. She thought it was so beautiful, and she didn’t know why, but she had the urge to take it her mouth.

“The best way to get me even more horny is to proceed down my body kissing me softly until you get to my thigh. Yes thats nice, good, very good. Now take my dick in your hand and begin moving it up and down my shaft. Agh– good. GOOD. Take your mouth and kiss the tip, now lick my dick up and down like a popsicle…That’s right. Keep doing that but take one hand and grab my balls and begin playing with them… Now that’s right… Now try and fit as much of me in your mouth as you can. A guy loves it when a girl can deepthroat. Take over now… Its hard for me to speak… When I cum you should taste it, its so hot for a girl to swallow your cum. You’re a natural!”

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I fucking hate the kids’ beach parties. Oh, I love, I mean fucking LOVE my beach house, but my daughter’s stuck up friends, their pretentious parents, and general teen drama is more bullshit than anyone should handle. Even now she’s eighteen, they’re all little douches, or to use more appropriate vernacular, cunts.

Notice I didn’t say “beautiful” or “loving” to provide a politically correct adjective to my initial introduction of this shallow parasite of a daughter? Because she’s a bitch.

She has been since her father left.

That cock-sucking bastard.

That’s not just vitriol; he left us for the fucking pool boy of all the fucked-up clichés. Manuel, Pedro, Jose, whoever the fuck he was; he was ripped, toned, polite, hard-working, and I would have ridden him to nirvana if that dirtbag husband of mine hadn’t sucked his cock first. Actually, I probably would have sucked him off second if only that scrawny-ass turd hadn’t commanded the Adonis stay away lest we turn this into Gomorrah or Sodom or wherever the fuck you went to have a fun time.

Damn, that kid was beautiful. There’s no greater sight for a bored housewife than seeing the sweat dripping down the abs of a guy you’re paying to mow the lawn.

How many nights did I sit in my chez, just my silk robe around me, letting my fingers flick around my pussy lips, my thumb slipping delicately over my clit while my eyes fixated on the muscles pounding the machines in the garden. I could get off at night when that fuckwit husband was snoring next to me by just imagining that toned body sharing all its juices with mine. It was the best of shitty times.

All that dumb fuck had to do was ask “want to join in?” as he gagged on the help’s head, and we’d probably still be together, having the fucking time of our lives enjoying Manuel…who-the-fuck-ever. They’re both gone and now I’m left with this spoilt-ass bitch. And by that, I mean wonderful daughter who I’d tell to go fuck herself if I wasn’t convinced that she was way, way beyond that already.

–

The party was, of course, her idea. She invites tons of friends, I buy all the food, restock the parental liquor cabinet (I can’t argue it was overdue), get bakers and chefs to prepare, and waiters to serve; I add decorations and amenities like showers, towels, first-aid kits, and…oh… Fuck. That. Bullshit. I arranged, managed, and executed the most fucking amazing 18th birthday party any bitch this side of old- or oil-money could expect.

As I plunged the burning resentment down my esophagus, followed by the latest in a long line of champagne flutes, it seemed the party was turning into the legend of the summer.

It started demurely enough with parents dropping off polite, well-dressed kids. Most carried a bag, which I was told was for swimwear, and it didn’t take long for the boys to race to the master bedroom while the girls were directed to the indoor pool room. Boys will change together no matter what, I figured. Some girls, even at this age, might want their own space in the shower stalls that surrounded the pool.

But however the fuck they went about it, it didn’t take long for all the kids to be running down the short steps onto the beach. I took this time to change into my own beige with red rose accent bikini. It was big enough to cover what it needed, and sexy enough I didn’t have to truly consider the age difference, wrinkles, or any possible sagging. I wrapped my favorite light orange silk robe around and loosely tied a knot.

Volleyball on the beach was always popular since it was clear the boys didn’t give a crap about playing, but relished seeing each of these bikini-clad bodies jump, bounce, and jiggle. Even as I looked from a short distance through the binoculars mounted on a tripod in my bedroom—for whale watching, of course—it was hard not to get aroused by these nubile bodies cavorting on the sand and on the edge of the surf.

“Mrs. Eckersley,” a pale, frightened voice said behind me.

I turned to see a kid who had arrived late and was almost pushed into the house by his mother standing sheepishly in the hallway, unable to step into the bedroom from which I was leering at those bodies.

“Who the fuck are you?” I barked.

He canlı bahis recoiled, and looked like he was about to bolt for the door.

“Wait…wait…” my voice hit a resigned, deepened tone. “Sorry kid, a lot going on, what can I do for you?”

“I’m Kyle. Where can I change?” he stuttered quietly.

“Right there for all the fucks I give,” I snorted derisively.

He stared at his shoes and again turned to leave.

“Wait, no. In here,” I said as I ushered him through to the bathroom of the master bedroom. The bespectacled kid had clearly never been afforded a decent haircut or outfit. He really didn’t need the bad-mood shit I could issue without trying, and it might just be his unlucky day that he wandered into range.

He emerged a couple of minutes later wearing blue swim shorts mostly obscured by the brown towel he held around his torso like he’s seen done by hundreds of women in movies as they emerged from showers.

“Ready?” I asked, trying to be positive.

He nodded, sheepishly.

“Okay, let’s get you to the others,” I said matter-of-factly.

I turned to see his shoulders curl under the towel. I didn’t have the time or patience for another weedy kid who quite literally had barely grown a pair. Damn, Jose, whoever he was, wouldn’t be this wimpy, even if he’d be supremely polite.

“What the fuck is your problem?” I barked, “there are a ton of fucking hot girls in bikinis out there, all about to get shit-faced, and some of them are going to make bad decisions. Why aren’t they going to make bad decisions with you?”

Kyle recoiled, stunned by the aggressive tone. “I…I…I…’ve never…”

“What? Never been with a woman?” I said, trying to get less aggressive, probably failing.

“No.”

“But you like them?”

“Oh yes.”

“You just don’t know what to do?”

“…oh god…er…”

“Okay,” I say, calming down and appreciating the shaking, slim toned body of this shy 18-year old, “come here. NOW.”

–

Kyle slowly edged towards me and I moved to the edge of the bed and slowly sat down, looking up at the deer-like eyes.

“Okay Kyle, we can do this one of two ways. You do what I say and don’t ask questions or tell anyone, or you get the fuck out of here and I tell the girls not to fuck you because…oh, I don’t know, I’ll make some nasty shit up…and you enjoy your senior year.”

Kyle stared, wide-eyed.

“Drop the towel,” I yelled, and without hesitation Kyle dropped it to the floor revealing his slim but, well, it had to be said, shapely torso.

I reached for his glasses and he flinched, but I put my hand on his, and slowly removed them. “Don’t ever be ashamed of these,” I said, “but for right here, right now, they might get in the way.”

Looking up from my seated position on the bed into Kyle’s terrified eyes, I reached for the string on his shorts and quickly dispatched the knot. His eyes widened as I slowly pulled the bottom of the shorts to the floor. Now I was faced with a thick bush of hair around a circumcised cock.

“You should trim,” is all I said, before lowering my head, bringing his nubile cock into my mouth, and starting to suck.

It seemed like Kyle was trying to pull back, but with every thrust of my mouth his cock got harder and his resolve to end this situation ebbed. Steadily I brought him to full attention, at which time I looked up to lock eyes on my young charge.

Every sinew of Kyle’s body was tense, apart from those enjoying the moist breath of my mouth, so I pounded harder, taking his innocent cock deeper into my mouth, pausing momentarily for air and to allow for my tongue to flick across his glans. Though young, I fully expected him to cum quickly. But Kyle was feisty. As I sucked he writhed, clearly trying to find his own moment for ultimate release.

How could I deny a young man this moment? So I remained focused and shockingly patient, and then I felt his body twitch, then twitch again, his breathing increased, and finally he shot load after load after…oh my fucking god where the hell is this coming from…load into the back of my mouth. I pulled back and Kyle’s cock was still flexing and shot cum over the left side of my face, bahis siteleri and as I backed away the next stream hit my neck and started its slow ooze down my cleavage before another rope landed on my robe. But I kept ahold, and while my left eye was closed, I pulled again at Kyle’s powerful cock and another burst of warm cum dropped between my upper thighs. With that, I dropped his cock and lay back.

“Fetch me a towel,” I commanded, and with my eyes closed heard the rapid patter of his feet into the bedroom, and shortly after a towel drop on my tits. I grabbed it and wiped his cum from my face so I could open my eyes and see this young man.

He stood, seemingly petrified, in position. His cock had drooped, though was still thick and impressive. I droplet of cum lingered at the end of his slit for a moment before dropping to the floor. I was about to yell again about staining the carpet, but held back for a moment. Another started to fail the gravity test and emerged, so I sat up, causing Kyle to tense as I engulfed his soft cock and sucked his semen on to my tongue. I held it there for a moment, wondering if he would move, but he was frozen to the spot. I held out my tongue for a second, showing him what he had done, then threw my head back with an exaggerated swallow.

“You made a mess of my robe,” I stated accusingly.

“I… I… I…”

This might be fun.

“You shot your junk on my face.”

“…”

“You did that without even seeing my tits.”

“Wha…”

“Let alone get a whiff of my pussy.”

With that I slowly spread my legs, his goo creating a small white barrier. I reached down my middle finger and scooped up a small amount of his cum, raised it to my open mouth, looked Kyle in the eyes, and closed my lips around, sucking loudly.

He remained frozen, but his young cock flicked a little, indicating it had recognized what just happened.

“You like that?” I teased, “like your cum in my mouth, your cock jerked off by your friend’s mom?”

Frankly, it appeared I was turning myself on and terrifying Kyle.

“But here’s a lesson for you, young man, if you want to please a woman: it’s a two-way street. We do for you, you do for us. Know what I mean?”

Kyle barely nodded.

“How this happy understanding of pay-off works…well, I frankly don’t give a fuck. But I made you cum, so now you repay. Hear me?”

Kyle nodded again, this time a little more snapped to reality.

“Stand there and make your cock hard again while I get myself wet.”

Another nod, and Kyle flicked his broad, soft dick and lifted it into his hand.

I reached my finders to my lips and applied some saliva, then went straight for my clit. Kyle was already pulling slowly on his cock, but had his eyes fixated as I pulled my bikini bottoms to the side and rubbed broadly at my swollen outer lips. I was pretty sure Kyle had never seen anything like this, certainly not in real life.

In that impressive way that 18-year olds can manage, Kyle was fully hard again within a minute.

“Fuck it,” I sighed, “keep going.”

And with that I pulled down my bikini bottoms and pulled open the knot of the robe.

“This thing has to go in the wash anyway with your splooge covering it, so you should make amends. Bring. That. Here.”

I gestured to the hard, large cock in Kyle’s trembling hand, and leaned back on the bed, propping myself on my elbows, spreading my legs wider.

Let’s assume Kyle had some online experience, since he knew to bend down slightly, line his bright red head against my pussy lips, and thrust in.

“Damn…” I gasped out loud as he pushed in hard and deep. Kyle pulled out immediately, a look of horror etched by every muscle in his face.

“Damn…” I yelped again, watching him once again assume the frozen motif of terrified-kid-in-presence-of-woman-who-might-kill-him.

I took a deep breath as hideous insults flooded through my mind.

“Look, I know this vag pushed out my beautiful bitch of a daughter, but it’s not so stretched that I can take your, well, let’s call it how we see it, magnificent cock.”

Kyle stared vacantly as his jaw dropped down.

“Now, get it hard again, line it up, and canlı bahis siteleri gently…GENTLY…ease it in. Pro tip, kid: read my body movements, tenses, relaxation points, and respond to those. This is not a jackhammer contest. My pussy is waiting for you, for fuck’s sake, treat it with a bit of fucking respect.”

Kyle pumped on his hard cock a few more times, my juices providing sufficient lubricant to make his action smooth and the color of his deep veins glisten as the sun started to set outside.

I rubbed my pussy a couple of times and spread my inner lips to help provide some direction for this rookie. Kyle seemed to tremble as his knees bent and his hand gripped his cock, guiding it towards my inviting gash. I placed my hand over his and he loosened his own grip, allowing me to guide the pink tip towards my lips. I pulled his cock slightly so the head entered me, then released and relaxed as he so very slowly and carefully pushed it further inside.

It felt so big, so strong, so good. I couldn’t believe he came only minutes before. But now he could let himself loose, and so could I.

I sat up and clamped my hands around Kyle’s back, pulling him into me. He stayed there deep inside, the tip of his cock massaging my cervix. It was about as deep as anyone had ever taken me. So I clung on, shifting slightly back then letting him push that deep once more.

Once, twice, a few times before I leaned back, propping myself with one hand while taking my other to massage my clit as I could feel Kyle pounding inside me. Kyle, good to his rookie self, just kept going; it was so easy as my juices started flowing and making his entry so easy.

Kyle cooed when he saw me massage myself as my finger nails grazed on his impressive cock.

From my clit to his unkempt pubes, up his taut torso, ripped abs, to the chest that had a hint of hair but beads of sweat tumbling down, he was a sight. His shoulders were tense, his eyes were closed, but with such intensity that I knew what he was thinking; he wanted to last as long as possible for me. And that kicked me further towards my own explosion.

“Fucking hell, Kyle,” I whispered, “if you come before me, I’ll fucking chop your balls off, you got it?”

Not that I would, but I wanted him to stay inside me, and I could tell immediately that the words had impact, so I worked furiously on myself, delighting in this young, thick cock.

I was about to blow. I flicked at my clit as slow, then fast, then slow, then slower as I could. I felt my butt clench, my abs—for what they were—tighten, and my pussy grip Kyle’s cock.

Then I came.

I squirted a little, under Kyle’s cock and on to the carpet—I couldn’t be made about him now. I squealed, I think, not totally sure of the guttural noises permeating from my being. This kid made me cum in a way I hadn’t in months.

Kyle followed suit, tensing then thrusting, then pushing, letting his cum squirt deep inside me. Again. And again. And then his knees buckled, and he regained composure to slowly pull out, this time each drop deposited deep inside my pussy.

I threw him the towel and he quickly mopped up the cum seeping from his cock. He offered it back to me, to which I nodded towards the bathroom and he immediately received the message, scurried off, and returned with a fresh towel that I used to clean myself off.

Kyle remained stood to attention as his erection subsided.

“Lessons,” I offered, as I came down from my own orgasmic high, “are take care of the woman, and ask what they want if they’re not willing to tell, and then do it. Carry protection, since not everyone is as old as me. Be confident in what you want, but don’t push it if it’s not what they want. Enter gently, then read signs. And lastly, most importantly, don’t you ever, EVER, fuck my daughter.”

“I wouldn’t dream…” Kyle stuttered.

“Of course you’ve dreamed, douche-nozzle, she’s a hot girl with big tits and lose morals. Just don’t do it. For me.”

This last part was softened in tone. Maybe I liked this weak-ass kid. Maybe he was just what I needed. But now was time for fucking responsible fucking parenting.

“Go outside. Have fun. Don’t look me in the eye. And if you get to fuck a girl tonight, think of me.”

Kyle nodded, smiled—which was a more confident reaction than I’d figured—and headed for the door. The kids would be coming back from the beach soon; best make sure the house was in order.

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I had always been the awkward, nerdy guy in high school and college. I was shy around girls, and had never gone on a date. This continued into college. I attended a small, private university in northeast Ohio, where I majored in history. By my senior year I could talk politics and history with any of the professors, but I couldn’t get a date. Hell, my junior year was the first time I set foot inside a women’s dormitory, and that was only to work on a class project. But that all changed just before graduation.

It was spring 2007. I was a teaching assistant to my favorite world history teacher, Dr. Jeff Wilson. He’d been a teacher and a mentor, but his passion for teaching was what hooked me on history. He asked me to come to his office after class. I sat down in the chair opposite the desk.

“Hey, Alex” he said. “As you know, we’re almost to finals week. As we did last year, Dr. Jackson is leading a select group of history and poli-sci students on a Washington, DC, trip. It’s just for a few days, and as you’re a senior I thought you’d like to go as his student leader.”

I was stunned. I had been on the trip a year earlier, and it was an amazing experience. I couldn’t believe this year I was the one being asked to be the student leader. Being the student leader also meant the university paid for my trip; I just needed money for souvenirs.

“I’d be honored,” I replied.

“Good,” Dr. Wilson said, handing me an itinerary. “You guys are leaving Sunday afternoon. You’re meeting here and taking a van to the airport. You get back Friday morning. You’ll have a good group of students; we even have a couple freshmen this year.”

That was almost unheard of for this trip. Rarely did freshmen know their major, let alone get to go on these trips. Dr. Wilson reminded me of my responsibility to help these students learn, think, and analyze for themselves. He also suggested I do what I can to make the freshmen feel welcome and included. I took the itinerary and headed back to my dorm room.

Sunday couldn’t come quickly enough. I spent Saturday night packing and making sure I had everything I needed. Our plane didn’t leave until mid-afternoon. I met Dr. Jackson early, and we discussed the itinerary and what he expected of me. Finally the small group of ten students arrived. I knew all of the students going on the trip; some of them were very good friends.

“We’re just missing the freshmen,” I told Dr. Jackson.

“Don’t leave without us! We’re here!” a voice said.

I turned to see two very pretty girls walking quickly toward the van. I knew who they were. Erin Jones was a thin, pretty, 5’6″ redhead with hair down to the middle of her back. She was a poli-sci major and wanted to work as a Foreign Service Officer or at UNICEF. The other girl was Carrie Marshall, a cute, petite blond who wanted to teach junior high social studies.

“Damn,” I thought to myself. “Why them?”

I didn’t have a problem with them personally. They were both nice, smart young women. The issue was that I’d stared at them on more than one occasion, especially Erin, and had sometimes masturbated thinking about them. I would just have to control myself on the trip.

We piled into the van and headed to the airport. We arrived in Washington, DC, around dinner time. A van picked us up and took us to the Mt. Vernon campus of George Washington University, just outside DC. We were welcomed by a university representative then shown to our dorms in West Hall. As classes had just finished at GWU the week before, the dorms were newly emptied and had been cleaned. We were all on one wing of the building. Dr. Jackson and I had our own rooms, the other students were paired off and shared a room.

After getting to our rooms we headed up to the cafeteria for dinner. We ate, chatted, and Dr. Jackson handed out itineraries and laid out ground rules and expectations. After the meeting several students chose to walk around campus. I headed back to my room. I had just purchased a new Tom Clancy novel and was eager to read it. I sat on the bed spent the rest of the evening reading.

The next morning I got up, showered, and headed to the cafeteria for breakfast. I was the first one there. I said good morning to the staff and went through the line and got my food. I belugabahis giriş had just sat down when Erin and Carrier walked through the door. Both girls were wearing nice sleeveless tops and skirts. They got their food and walked over to my table.

“May we sit with you, Alex?” Erin asked sweetly.

“Of course,” I said; I wasn’t gonna be rude and say no.

I asked them how their night was. They were roommates, not just on the trip but back home, too. Carrie told me they stayed up talking and doing each other’s nails. Carrie asked me if I liked their nails.

“They’re very pretty,” I said. “And you ladies look pretty, too.”

They both blushed.

“Thank you, Alex,” Carrie smiled.

Soon the other students arrived and joined us at the long dining table. We finished eating and met outside the university’s front gate, where a van was waiting. We drove into DC, and we were dropped off in front of the Smithsonian Castle. The day was spent looking through the Air and Space Museum, the Museum of American History, the National Archives, and the African-American History Museum. I looked as well, answering any questions the students had. I noticed that Erin and Carrie seemed to be hanging around me a lot. I reasoned with myself it was because I had helped them through world history, and they felt comfortable around me, nothing more.

The next couple days went quickly. Tuesday we visited the other Smithsonian museums and sat in on a session of both the House of Representatives and the Senate. Wednesday was spent at Arlington Cemetery and looking at the various memorials. Several students got pictures at the presidential memorials: Washington, Jefferson, Lincoln. I showed students where Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. had stood when he gave his “I Have a Dream” speech.

We returned to the GWU campus, ate dinner, then discussed the day. We sat outside in the warm evening, a slight breeze blowing. One of the students asked me about the MLK assassination, and if I believed the official accounts. I told them I wasn’t sure if I did, and I asked them what they believed. The students didn’t seem to know much other than what their textbooks told them. I told them to consider the what was happening at the time.

“The Cold War,” one student said.

“Ok, good,” I replied. “Anyone remember the idea of the domino effect?”

The students recited what they knew. I also told them that colonialism was ending in Africa. Nations like Kenya had just become independent. I then asked them to circle back to what Dr. King was preaching at the time.

“Racial justice and equality,” Carrie said.

“Good. Now put it all together,” I said.

I could see the wheels spinning as the students tried to connect the dots. Then I saw Erin’s eyes light up. I could see she’d had a revelation. I called on her.

“So because the West was worried about Communism, and African nations were becoming independent, some countries might’ve been worried Dr. King’s message would spark revolutions and resentment that could open the door for Communism to take hold in Africa?”

I couldn’t help but smile. She’d gotten it. She may have been a freshman, but she was smart. I found it rather sexy.

“Exactly,” I said.

It was getting later. Time had flown by. We headed back to our dorms and went to bed. As I watched Erin walk away, I couldn’t help but be attracted to her. She was smart and pretty. Too bad she was out of my league.

Our final day, Thursday, had arrived. We made sure we had everything packed up and ready. We were told we needed to dress nicely. I wore black dress pants and a blue button-up dress shirt. Our final day took us to the IMF/World Bank headquarters on Pennsylvania Ave. We went on a tour of the building and got an explanation and differences of the IMF and World Bank’s roles. After the IMF/World Bank we had lunch from food trucks, then visited the Organization of American States. We finished our tour of the OAS and boarded our van.

“Now what are we doing?” a student asked.

A block of time in the late afternoon and evening was just filled in with question marks.

“Since it’s our last night,” Dr. Jackson said. “We’re going to relax aboard a yacht on a Potomac river cruise!”

The students belugabahis güvenilirmi cheered. Dr. Jackson informed us there would be food, a live DJ, and dancing. The van drove us to the pier and we boarded the boat for our cruise. Dr. Jackson informed me he would be returning to campus, and I was in charge for the evening. After we pulled away from the dock the music started going. The buffet was open whenever we wanted to eat. Most of the students started dancing. I am not a dancer by any means, so I got some food and sat down.

An hour later the party was in full heat. Students were dancing; some of them had taken a break for food. I was still sitting, watching from my table. Erin stood from her table and walked over. She was wearing a sexy blood-red strapless dress and heels; she’d removed her white cardigan once we got on the boat.

“Come dance with me,” she said.

“I really don’t dance,” I said.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me up. We walked onto the dance floor. The music was fast with a heavy beat. Erin turned around, her back to me, and pressed herself against me. Her ass rubbed against my crotch. I felt my cock becoming erect; there was nothing I could do to stop it. I placed my hands on her hips and began to grind against her. Soon my arms were wrapped around her sexy eighteen year-old body. She had pushed herself against me as much as she could; I was sure she could feel my erection against her ass.

“May I join you?” Carrie asked.

She looked sexy as well in her knee-length white halter dress.

“Of course,” Erin said, pulling her in.

Erin was now sandwiched between Carrie and myself. The girls faced each other, their lips mere inches from each other. The idea of them kissing drove me wild. I pressed my crotch harder against Erin’s sexy ass. Erin seemed to be enjoying it. I wondered if she was as aroused as I was. I imagined her panties soaking wet, her mound swollen. She and Carrie giggled and continued dancing.

We soon returned to the dock. I made sure all the students were present. We boarded the van and returned to campus. Back at campus the students headed off in various directions, many heading back to their rooms to wind down for the evening. I saw Erin walking by herself. I caught up with her and asked her where Carrie was.

“She went back to the room,” Erin said. “It’s a beautiful evening out, and I wanted to take one last walk to remember our time here.”

“It is a very beautiful evening,” I agreed. “Would you like some company?”

“I would,” she smiled.

I lost track of how many times we walked around the small campus. We talked about our trip, college life, and I gave Erin some advice on which courses she should take. My mind was racing the whole time. I had fallen for Erin, but there was no way she’d go for a nerdy guy like me. I argued with myself on whether to tell her how I felt. We were nearing the indoor campus swimming pool when I stopped. I had made up my mind.

“What?” Erin said.

“The evening is just so perfect. It’s a beautiful evening to be walking with a very beautiful girl,” I said, standing close to her.

Erin blushed and she smiled shyly. She looked up into my blue eyes and we held each other’s gaze for several seconds. I ran my hand through her long soft red hair. She ran her hand through my short blond hair. Without thinking I pulled her into me and kissed her softly on the mouth. The kiss lasted all of five seconds. Our lips parted.

“Do you like me, Alex?” she asked.

“Very much, Erin,” I said. “I’ve liked you from the first day I saw you in world history.”

She kissed me hard on the mouth. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight as we kissed. Soon her tongue was in my mouth. Our tongues flicked each other as our kiss became more passionate.

“Do you wanna fuck me?” Erin whispered.

“Yes,” I gasped.

I took her by the hand and led her to the indoor pool entrance; it was unlocked. We went inside and decided best if we go into a locker room. Erin suggested the girls locker room, as it would probably have padded benches and less likely for someone to walk in on us.

We entered the locker room and found a private corner. She immediately starting undoing my belt and pants. belugabahis yeni giriş Soon my pants were on the floor. She knelt down, stroking my erection through my boxers.

“Do you want me to suck your dick, Alex?” she asked.

“Yes.”

She pulled my cock from my boxers, stroking the shaft. She put her mouth on the head and began to suck. I groaned and my head went back as my head entered her warm mouth. She sucked the head and stroked the shaft.

“I’m guessing you’re not a virgin,” I said.

“Nope,” she giggled.

She moved her hand away and now took all of me in her mouth. I watched her head bob up and down on my hard cock. She looked up at me with her brown bedroom eyes, moaning on me. I groaned and held her hair as she continued sucking.

“Suck me you dirty little schoolgirl,” I said.

“Yes, teacher,” she said.

She sucked me harder, her head moving faster on me now. I was moaning her name now. She pulled her mouth off me.

“I’m so fucking wet,” she said. “Fuck me, teacher!”

She stood. I turned her around to face the lockers. She bent forward slightly, her arms against the lockers to brace herself. I pulled up her sexy red dress. She was wearing a black thong. I could see it was damp.

“Fuck,” I said.

I slid her panties down her legs. She stepped out of them and opened her legs. Her shaved pussy was swollen and dripping with arousal. I slid my cock against her. She moaned I teased her a bit.

“Oh, fuck, Alex! That feels so good!”

I gently pressed the tip of my cock against her clitoris.

“Oh, shit!” she gasped. “Fuck me, please!”

“As you wish,” I replied.

I positioned myself and pressed against her. She moaned as my manhood entered her tight pink slit. I groaned as I felt myself penetrating her. Her pussy was warm, tight, and dripping wet. I began to slowly thrust, just enjoying the feel of her. She whimpered as I fucked her, gasping with each slow, deep thrust.

“Do you like that?” I asked.

“Yes,” Erin whimpered. “You’re dick feels so good in my pussy.”

I began to thrust deeper. Erin began to moan louder. I slid all the way in, my entire shaft disappearing inside her. She began to quiver. I pulled the front of her dress down, exposing her perky breasts. I reached around and played with her nipples as I fucked her hard and deep. She was now getting very loud. I could feel her pussy clenching against my hardness.

“Fuck!” she yelped. “Harder, Alex! Fuck me as hard as you want!”

I began to speed up my thrusts. Erin’s whimpers and moans became progressively louder the harder I thrust. Soon I was pounding her pussy like a jackhammer. She was screaming my name now.

“Alex! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Harder! Fuck my slutty little pussy!”

“Yeah?” I asked. “You want my cum you dirty schoolgirl?”

“Yes, teacher!” she screamed. “Give me your fucking cum! Fuck your slutty schoolgirl!”

I could feel myself about to explode. I pounded her as hard and deep as I possibly good. I reached up and pulled her long hair, which was in a ponytail.

“Take it, Erin!” I grunted loudly.

“Fuck, Alex! I’m cumming!” she screamed.

I felt her pussy tighten around my cock. Then she began to spasm, and I felt her warm juices flowing around my cock. I lost all control.

“I’m cumming, Erin!” I groaned loudly.

My cock spasmed inside her as I exploded. I held her in place as load after load of hot thick cum shot deep into her young pussy. It seemed to last forever. Finally the jerking stopped, and I pulled out of her, my cock covered in her cum. She sat down on the bench.

“Are you okay?” I asked. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, I’m good,” Erin smiled. “Fuck that was amazing.”

“Yeah it was,” I said, putting my pants back on.

Erin pulled up the front of her dress and put her panties back on. We left the locker room and, making sure no one was looking, exited the pool area. We walked back to the dormitory. I was now almost ten o’clock at night.

“We should get some sleep,” I said. “We have to be up at five for our flight.”

“Well if we sit together on the plane, I can just rest on you if I get sleepy,” she said cutely.

I pulled her to me and kissed her one last night.

“Goodnight,” she smiled.

“Sweet dreams, princess,” I said, caressing her cheek.

I went back to my room and got ready for bed. What a great trip it had been. I fell asleep quickly, exhausted from my romp with Erin. As I dozed off, I hoped I would dream about her, and she about me.

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(Thanks to Drewau for editing. Comments and feedback are always welcome and appreciated. All characters in this story are 18 and up.)

Starting at a new school is hard. Even harder is starting at a Notty Senior High, a high school just for high risk and problematic students. Teenagers who got into trouble in one way or another. Most of my classmates got someone pregnant, or got pregnant themselves, were busted for drugs, or went on a drunken joy ride in a stolen cop car.

For whatever reason they decided to put all of the hard partying teenagers into one school together is beyond me. You know what else is beyond me? How I ended up here.

I’m a nerd. A lot of people throw that word around a lot these days. And some nerds are even popular. Just look at YouTube. DND podcasts abound with funny and beautiful people. I am not the cool type of nerd though. I’ve even been made fun of as being a hipster nerd. While other teenagers are just getting into DND. I played that in middle school. I’ve gone off the deep end with trying other rule sets. White Wolf, Apocalypse World, Fate, Star Wars system with it’s special proprietary dice. I’ve played systems that most nerds have never even heard of.

But it doesn’t stop there. I’ve also cosplayed at conventions and been involved in LARPing. I have a 4.0 GPA and am in mostly honors classes. I’ve never been in trouble a day in my life and haven’t even kissed a girl, let alone lost my virginity.

So, the question is, how did I end up in a school for troublemakers. Well, it all started with a science experiment that went all wrong. I was in a Biochemistry class that was so advanced, that college recruiters came to watch our experiments instead of the football team. I was working with my lab partner Britney, a beautiful yet homely looking flat chested girl who I secretly had a crush on.

We were working on a chemical that helped regenerate cells. We had the idea of growing back severed limbs, or healing blindness. Our concoction was supposed to act as artificial stem cells. Repairing damaged cells and eliciting growth. Everything was going great, until we were asked to give a demonstration to experts from Johns Hopkins University.

We were very careful mixing everything, so careful that it took us nearly the entire day to get ready. I had gotten so wrapped up in our preparations, that I hadn’t used the bathroom all day. So I ran to relieve myself before the experts arrived. What I had forgotten to do was remove my chemical soaked gloves before I tried to relieve myself.

That’s when the catastrophic chain of events happened. I rushed back into the lab and accidentally bumped into Brittany who was holding a vial of our chemical. The agent split onto her chest and started sliding down below her shirt. She quickly grabbed some paper towels and started trying to dab it up.

About that time is when I started to feel some growing in my pants, and it wasn’t because I was watching Brittany shove her hand down her shirt. Well, not just because of that. Some of the chemical from my gloves had soaked into my member and was causing it to grow in size. I felt it tingling as the cells replicated.

My pants were getting uncomfortably tight fast. I tried to tell Brittany what was going on, but she was starting to notice some problems of her own. Her breasts were starting to grow. She had been so flat chested that she had never worried about wearing a bra. That was coming back to bite her in the butt, or more accurately her boobs. I could see the expansion from outside of her clothes.

They grew to the size of oranges and then softballs. When they reached volley ball size, her shirt ripped open exposing them and her perky nipples to me. Now asyabahis yeni giriş my penis was growing for a different reason. It also felt like my balls were going to be crushed between my jeans and my leg. I had to free them.

I quickly stripped off my gloves, apron, pants and underwear. It wasn’t until I noticed Brittany’s eyes as big as her tits now were that I realized I had just exposed myself to her. She was the first woman to see my manhood since I had gotten out of diapers.

Seeing her now huge tits, combined with the thrill of being exposed to her made me cum instantly. But even my cum seemed more than normal. I covered her face and tits in my ejaculate. And that was the exact second that the lady from Johns Hopkins walked in with our science teacher and principal.

Even that might not have been as bad, if the university representative hadn’t been Brittany’s grandmother. We tried to explain the situation, but she didn’t believe us. Our science teacher and principal tried to come to our defense and ask us to replicate the results on the test frog we had prepared. But we had used up all the chemicals, and the new batch we mixed up didn’t work the same. We had apparently botched the ingredients the first time.

Brittany’s grandmother filed a police report saying that I sexually assaulted Brittany. She also threatened to black ball the school if they didn’t send me to Bakersfield High School for at Risk Youth. She wanted me as far away from Brittany as she could get me. Brittany called and apologized, but there was nothing she could do.

And that’s where this story begins. I walked into my first day of class and my teacher, Ms. Maven, asked me to introduce myself to everyone. I step to the front of the class and start giving a brief introduction. In the middle of my introduction, a preppy looking blonde girl walks in and sees me. She eyes me up and down and smiles.

I’m distracted by her beauty and her appraisal of me. Then she says. “Great, some fresh meat in this school. Hopefully your prick isn’t a disappointment like most of these guys.”

Ms. Maven didn’t seem too shocked by the girl’s words. But she did reprimand her. “Hillary! How many times do I have to tell you about your potty mouth?”

“Sorry.” Hilary said apologetically. “It’s hard for me to control it when I don’t have something hard in it.” Then she made eye contact with me and sucked her finger into her mouth salaciously.

I was embarrassed, but I was also getting hard. This typically wouldn’t be a problem, but the only pants that I currently had that actually fit my super sized pecker, were those rip away pants basketball players use. It didn’t help that Hilary was wearing a flowy short skirt that showed plenty of her sexy toned tanned legs.

She easily noticed my member growing down my leg as if I had a snake slithering around in my pants. Ms. Maven got onto Hillary for her dirty mouth, but Hillary cut her off. “Oh come on. I know you’ve heard the stories too.” Hillary stepped close to me and pressed her grapefruit sized breast up to my chest.

I was frozen in fear. No woman, especially no woman this attractive had ever even looked twice at me. I was like a deer in her soft warm headlights, that I couldn’t take my eyes from. Then she somehow knew exactly where my nipple was, because she gently put her finger on it and slowly spiralled out around it. I had always heard that nipples were erogenous zones for women, but I had never known they could be the same for men.

Hillary continued talking to Ms. Maven in a sultry voice. Her face was angled down as she looked deviously up at our teacher. “Aren’t you just the least bit curious if the rumors are true?”

“Hillary. asyabahis güvenilirmi Just because you are a diagnosed sex addict, does not give you free range to act like a slut.”

“No. I just do that because it’s fun.” And then Hillary yanked my pants away with a flourish.

Everyone in the class gasped at her action. But then everyone leaned in, eyes wide, amazed at the monster I had been hiding. Even Ms. Maven couldn’t keep her eyes off of it. I was still too petrified to move. I was sure this was a dream. I had always heard of nightmare’s where you were naked in front of the entire class. It would make sense that I would have this kind of a dream now.

The only problem was, that I was actually enjoying this dream. I could already feel my balls starting to churn up cum, and my erection was pointing straight at the transfixed class now.

Hillary was the first to speak. “Oh baby. That’s bigger than I could have possibly dreamed.” Then she dropped to her knees and took my shaft into her mouth. She couldn’t fit the entire thing in, but she used her hand to bridge the gap. She used her other hand to fondle my testicles. I knew I had to be dreaming now, I just hoped the dream didn’t end too quickly.

Ms. Maven finally snapped to. “Hillary, stop that now.” Hillary ignored her. Ms. Maven rushed across the room to grab my pants, but one of the female students didn’t want the show to end. She snatched them up before Maven could get to them and shoved them up her shirt, where her teacher wouldn’t reach.

Ms. Maven scrambled to the intercom button by the door and called the main office. “Yes, could you send security. Hillary’s at it again.”

As soon as Ms. Maven stepped back up to yell at Hillary again, I came. Being so inexperienced, it didn’t take much to make me cum. Hillary was only able to take two blasts into her mouth before she was knocked back onto her back. I sprayed her with several more blasts, getting cum on her hair, face, shirt, and several stripes across her beautiful legs.

I was barely able to stand as the class burst into cheers and applause. I looked down at the cum covered girl at my feet. She swallowed what was in her mouth and smiled. She lifted her skirt to show me her cotton white panties. Then she pulled the crotch aside to show me her smooth tight pussy. “Want to try for seconds before security gets here?”

That was the point when I realized I wasn’t dreaming. I was horrified. What just happened. I ran out of the room, bumping past two big female security guards. They tried to stop me, but Ms. Maven said, “Not him, he’s the victim.” So they let me by and I ran to the bathroom and hid in a stall.

A few minutes later I heard a knock at the bathroom door. “Drew? Are you in there?”

“No.” I said weakly.

“I’ve got your pants. I’m coming in.”

I made no objections. Then I saw her hand reach over my stall holding my pants. I took them and put them on.

“Will you come out so we can talk?”

“Please don’t expel me. I didn’t mean to do that.”

“What? No. You’re not the one who’s in trouble. Can you come out so we can talk about this?”

There was a pause before I slid the latch open and stepped out. “I’m not in trouble?”

“No. Hillary pulls these stunts all the time. She has been suspended so many times that this is her third senior year. She’s actually 20.”

“Why hasn’t she been kicked out yet?”

“Because her mom is the principal and owner of this school. Hillary only does this to get attention from her mom. Well, that and the aforementioned sex addiction.”

“Can I be transferred to a different class?”

Ms. Maven couldn’t help but feel a little offended. “Are you asya bahis giriş upset with me because I wasn’t able to stop her?”

I looked up at my teacher’s cute oval face. Her bob style haircut curling in at the bottom and perfectly framing her face. I saw her hurt in her hazel eyes. “No, I’m sorry, it’s not that. I’m just too humiliated to face everyone now. I’m going to be the laughing stock of the class now.”

Her eyes turned confused, then to laughter. A grin spread across her face. “Are you kidding? You probably just became the most popular guy in the school.”

“How so?”

“I can guarantee you that every woman in that class wants to be with you now. And every guy wants to BE you now.”

“Why?”

“Well, because…” Ms. Maven suddenly realized that she needed to choose her words carefully. “…You know. Your thing.”

“What?”

She gave up trying to be tactful. “You have a huge cock.”

I was shocked by both her choice of words and her statement. I had never heard a teacher use that kind of language before. “What?” I repeated.

Maven sighed. “Wow. I know you are a genius, but I guess that knowledge came at a cost. Let me put it this way. Every woman in that class probably wet themselves a little when they saw your shaft, and then again when you came so much.”

“Eww. Gross. They peed themselves?”

Ms. Maven rolled her eyes. She mumbled under her breath. “We really need better sex ed.” Then to me she said, “When a woman gets aroused, her vagina starts to self lubricate.” I stared at her for a second trying to put the two statements together. Maven got tired of waiting for me to figure it out. “There wasn’t a dry pussy in the room.”

Ms. Maven’s brutal sexual words were starting to turn me on again. But then I got distracted by another thought. “You said there wasn’t a dry… you know… in the room. Does that mean yours was wet too?”

My teacher was suddenly wishing she had let me remain in my ignorance. She hemmed and hawed for a second, unsure of what to say. She could get into trouble if she told the truth, but she also didn’t want to hurt my feelings. In the end she figured she had already said more than she probably should. “Yes. But only a little.”

My face suddenly brightened out of curiosity. “Really? Can I see?”

Ms. Maven was horrified at my question. “NO!”

I suddenly realized what I asked and blushed hard. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to ask to see your wet pussy. I mean, I don’t want to see your wet pussy. I mean, I do want to see your pussy, but for purely scientific reasons. No, that’s not completely true. I mean, I would like to see your wet pussy because I think it would be sexually pleasing. But when I made the statement I purely meant that I wanted to see your we…”

“Please stop talking about my wet pussy… I mean my pus… my vagina.”

“I just meant as a scientist I was curious.”

Ms. Maven closed her eyes and held up a hand to stop me. “Let’s change topic.” Then she opened her eyes and dropped her hand. “I know what happened at your previous school. That wasn’t your fault. But, instead of hanging onto the embarrassment of your past, this is your chance to make a fresh start.”

I thought about her words and hung my head. Then I looked back up at her trying to hold back tears. “Thanks. I really needed that.”

She reached out and hugged me. “Oh, honey. It’s ok.”

As we embraced I couldn’t help but notice something. Ms. Maven was the first woman outside of my family that I had ever hugged. The soft and squishy bits of her body made me feel a little weird. Especially her soft bulges pressing into my chest. Then I was suddenly aware of my own bulges and realized I needed to let go before she noticed mine as well.

What I didn’t realize at the time, was that she had noticed my growing member and was purposefully holding on longer than was strictly appropriate. Finally she let go and said. “I’ll see you back in class.”

To be continued.

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On just your average Saturday night, we all gathered at one of the girls houses to get ready and have some pre-drinks -it’s cheap and we were all only 18, and still in school so not exactly flush with cash, but still wanting to get good and drunk to enjoy the night and lower our inhibitions (significantly lower them, in my case). As much as us girls try and deny the whole ‘sexy sleepover’ fantasy that guys have of us, it really was kind of exactly what you’d expect. We were all in the same room, drinking and dancing around, painting each others nails and curling hair, most of us in our underwear and one or two of us completely naked while another girl rubs fake tan all over us. What guy wouldn’t like to be in that room?

At about 10pm we were all dolled up, I was wearing a short black skater skirt, with a sheer turquoise top, and black bra which you could totally see, I didn’t mind though, with a bra size of 34F there was no point in trying to hide them, so I might as well flaunt them. It was Summer, so there was no need to wear tights, just my bear legs and strappy black heels. My long chestnut brown hair fell in curls tumbling past my shoulders, and after steadily drinking malibu & coke for the last 3 hours, I was giddy and hyper and a little bit tipsy, excited for the night that lay ahead.

We all tumbled into a taxi on the way to the nightclub, and haphazardly tried to make arrangements about who was staying where that night, it was agreed that I was staying back at my friend Lily’s* house that night, and if we got separated that her mother would be picking us up outside the club at 2:30am.

I had been single now with about 4 months, after breaking up with a long term boyfriend whom I had lost my virginity to. I had been casually texting a few local guys, whom I expected at least one of them to be out tonight. We got to the club and did the usual once around the bar before getting our drinks and settling in a nice spot with a view to the dancefloor, so we could have a good look at who was here, and who we liked the look of.

A few of the girls went to dance, but I stayed where I was with two of the girls, just watching for a while until someone caught my eye. It was Cathal*, one of the guys I was texting during the week. I looked him up and down; he was tall, a little bit on the skinny side but had great hair and cheeky smile. He looked good tonight, in just dark jeans and a plain maroon colored tshirt. He was older than me, he was 22 while I was just 18. I had met him at one of my older brothers parties once, and he added me on Facebook, we got chatting and exchanged numbers. We had been texting all week, I had been quite flirty, but I doubt he knew what my agenda for tonight really was, I think he still saw me as quite innocent, being his friends little sister and all. Well, he was in for a surprise.

There’s no denying it, I was looking for a hook up. I was horny, it had been 4 months since I’d had sex last, and I’d only ever had it with one guy, (admittedly once we started we were at it like rabbits) I had always been a very sexually curious girl, I had started exploring and masturbating when I was just 14, I had watched a lot of porn, and knew what I liked, so far, but I was eager to gain more experience and try new things.

I played it cool and decided to text Cathal from across the bar rather than walk up to him, just so I could see his reaction. I watched him take out his phone and smile as he read my text, and then look up and scan the bar for me. I pulled my top a little lower, and my skirt a little higher, before waving at him until he spotted me. He sauntered over, his eyes scanning me from head to toe and by the looks of it he liked what he saw. He made polite small talk with my friends for a few minutes, but they both knew I had been texting him so they took the hint and joined the others on the dancefloor, leaving us alone. He asked what I was drinking and went to the bar to get us both a drink.

While I waited, thinking about what I wanted to do to this guy, and where I would get the chance to do it.

In a crowded nightclub in a small town, there wasn’t much room almanbahis giriş for any privacy, although I hadn’t expected it to be quite this busy. When he came back, we left our spot near the dancefloor and managed to nab one of the more secluded booths that were dotted around.

Snuggled in the corner with him, breathing in his aftershave and feeling the heat of his body beside me, I already felt my panties starting to dampen with anticipation. He was easy to chat to, and me being tipsy meant I wasn’t very nervous, I felt confident and sexy as I laid my hand on his thigh as he chatted to me, slowly running it up and down, each stroke getting higher and closer to what I could now see as a very definite bulge in his pants.

He was being quite obvious in his attraction to me, besides his growing bulge, he could barely look at my face for a minute before dropping his gaze down to my cleavage again. Though who could blame him, I was wearing a V neck, sheer top. We kissed lightly a little bit, before stopping to chat some more, the anticipation and teasing was driving me wild.

I kissed him again, this time with more hunger, and passion, he grabbed my boobs as I arched my back into him. Getting hot and heavy now, I couldn’t take it any longer, aching to be touched I guided his hand down to the hem of my skirt, he paused before slowly slipping his hand up my leg, just about at the hem of my panties when – “Enough of that carry on please, come on, out” The bouncer had come over. I almost screamed in frustration. I needed human touch, and I was so damn close to getting it.

I decided I couldn’t waste the night on stupid, publicly accepted snogging in the corner, I needed more. So I took Cathals hand and led him out of the booth, down the stairs and headed for the exit. He stopped, with a questioning look, before following me out to fresh cool air.

The shock of the fresh air, plus the two more drinks I’d had inside, added to my desire and determination to get what I wanted. Scanning the street I looked for somewhere we could escape to, walking around, I see this big house that was in a bit from the road, just beyond the walls of the nightclub. It had a big driveway leading up to it, with thick trees and bushes lining the driveway all the way up.

I hesitated, before desire overruled my brain and I dragged Cathal towards the gate, and off to the side, ducking under the branches of the thicker trees on the left hand side. He followed eagerly, starting to get a sense of what lay ahead he moved in front of me and held back the branches as we wove our way deeper into what could only be described as a big hedge. Once we were in far enough that we could no longer see the road we stopped. Panting with the exertion and excitement of it all.

The tree trunks were spaced out enough that it wasn’t too cramped, and we soon were able to maneuver in such a way that Cathal had me pinned up against a tree, kissing me with vengeance. Hot wet kisses, sloppy, teeth and breath mingled as our tongues wrestled with urgency to get closer to each other. His hand was up my skirt and had pulled aside my black lace panties, circling my clit making me moan into him, as I felt around for his belt buckle, craving to feel his big bulge in my hand.

I finally freed him from his jeans, and held him in my hand, He was bigger than I expected for his build, which of course was a lovely surprise. As I stroked it he slipped his fingers inside me, with not much noise around us all we could hear was my audible wetness as his fingers slid in and out of me.

Craving his taste I dropped to my knees, the soft ground and leaves rustling and sticking to my bare legs as I took him in my mouth. Slowly licking his length before flicking his tip with my tongue, making him moan. I wrapped my wet lips around the head of his cock and sucked while looking up at him innocently, before forcing him all the way back my throat. He gasped, surprised that I was able to take him all so easily, and working my head backwards and forwards making him pant, he grabbed hold of my head when he realized how eager I was to pleasure him, almanbahis güvenilirmi and started to face fuck me roughly. I loved every minute of it, the sloppy hard thrusts into my wanting mouth and throat, making my eyes water.

After a few glorious minutes of being face fucked, Cathal grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me up, sensing that I liked it rough. He turned me around and pinned me against a large tree trunk, holding my wrists in one of his hands with my arms high above my head, he kicked my legs wide apart as he ran his other hand up my thigh up under my skirt. With one swift motion he grabbed the edge of my skimpy black thong and ripped it. I gasped at his boldness, not even asking and so eager to get to my now dripping pussy, it was so hot. His fingers soon found my sweet spot again, circling my throbbing clit and making my whimper with need. I need to feel him, “fuck me” I begged him breathlessly, “fill me up”.

His hand left me and I heard him tearing open a condom behind me and putting it on, then position the head of his cock at the entrance of my tight, sopping wet pussy. He paused there, teasing me as I felt his hardness pressing against my outer lips, driving me wild with desire, not being able to wait any longer I pushed my ass back against him forcing him into me. I cried out, with the intense feeling of pain mixed with pleasure as he stretched me out and filled me with his length. He slowly started to move and I groaned in pure ecstasy at finally having a cock inside me again, we started to move quicker and more urgently, the sound of him pounding into me mixing with my moans, I could feel myself getting close already, which just shows how badly I wanted to be fucked.

I told him I was getting close and he reached up and grabbed my hair at the nape of my neck, pulling so my head was stretched back, and he kissed and bit my neck as he thrust into me hard and deep. This unexpected roughness tipped me over the edge and I came, hard, feeling my orgasm shatter around me, my legs shook as I tried to catch my breath.

Slowing his pace as I came down from my high, Cathal ran his hands over my ass and gave me a light little spank. “I love your ass’ he said, which took me by surprise. With tits as big as mine, it’s not often guys pay attention to my ass or anything else. He continued to stroke my butt cheeks and give little spanks using the palm of his hand. I liked the tingle it gave me, and I arched my back to press harder into his hands as well as force his dick deeper inside me. My legs were getting tired after my orgasm, so I pulled away and turned to him, kissing him deeply.

He knelt down and began to lick my sensitive clit as my hands ran through his hair. He then pulled me down onto my knees facing him and kissed me, I could taste my own orgasm on his lips. He guided me onto all fours before entering my again, and took up a slow but steady pace, making me moan again as I could feel myself building once more.

His hands continued to caress my ass, and I felt him start to run his thumb over my butthole. I had never been touched there before, so at first I jumped away, but then he tried again, and I stayed put, marveling in this new sensation. “Have you ever had your ass played with?” he asked me

“No, never” I replied. He continued to stroke and press around my butthole, before pulling out of me (making me whimper) he leaned down and licked me! I squealed, not believing he had really just licked me, there! It felt dirty, but it also felt so so good.

I gasped as he rubbed little circles around my ass before slipping his finger inside my tight butthole. This was all new to me, it was slightly uncomfortable but my eyes were wide open in wonder of all this new sensation. He slid his finger in and out of me and all my nerve endings I never even knew I had in that area, jumped to life. I was panting at the naughtiness of it, as he started to press his still rock hard cock up against me, still fingering my ass. “Can I fuck you here?” he asked me. I had of course seen anal in porn and stuff, but had never really given it much thought until now.

I almanbahis yeni giriş was tingling all over, and really liked the feeling of his finger in there, so I figured feeling his dick in there would be even better. “Okay” I replied, breathily, “but be careful” I was worried it might hurt. I heard him shuffle and a snap sound, I looked around and see that he had taken off the condom! “What are you doing?!” I asked.

Cathal laughed and said “its not like I can get you pregnant” I figured he was right, so I shrugged and pushed my ass towards him, I was so turned on and wanted to feel the new sensation of having my ass full again. He liked my eagerness and began to circle my butthole with his fingers again, spitting on my ass and sliding them in with ease, first one and then two, stretching me slowly.

I hear him spit on his dick, and feel him move his fingers and press the tip right against my butthole, I brace myself as he eases into me, surprised that it doesn’t hurt as much as I expected. He goes very slowly, which only turns me on more, teasing me, until finally his length is inside me. He pauses, groaning to himself about how tight it is, before slowly moving out again, he does a few more slow strokes until I start to get used to the feel of it, then speeds up, I’m enjoying it now, this new feeling and hearing his groans of how much he is enjoying taking my ass for the first time is such a turn on. He starts to move faster and his breathing gets quicker, I realize he is getting close, I start pushing back against him, rolling my hips to meet his. Suddenly I feel his hands grip my hips tightly and he cries out, stills, and I feel him empty himself inside me. Something else new, I’ve never had a guy cum inside me before, feeling him buck as he cums, his cock twitching as it squirts that hot sticky liquid deep inside me, its something I later come to discover is one of my favorite moments during sex.

Slowly, he eases himself out of me, still breathing heavily. I turn to him, a huge smile on my face, I got what I wanted and more! We gather ourselves and I look for my handbag. Fuck! 4 missed calls from Lily, it was 2:45am! I was to meet her at 2:30am to get picked up by her mother. Shit, I call her and tell her where I am and that I’ll be right out, she laughs and calls me a slut, but tells me to hurry because her mother will be here any minute.

Cathal and I begin to crawl out from the ditch, and out onto the footpath, leaving my torn black panties lying on the ground. Standing upright now, I wince at the tenderness of my ass, but it was only as we begin to walk over to the doors of the nightclub do I realize I feel something dripping, and running down my leg..his cum! How had I not thought of this! the more I walk the more it runs down my legs, squeezing my legs together does nothing because its oozing from my ass not my pussy. I look down to see if its visible just as I see Lily calling from across the road, sitting in the car with her mother.

Looking down my bare legs are covered in mud and debris, and my hands and elbows too. I run across the road, shouting goodbye to Cathal, and slide into the car, trying my best to keep my skirt close to my ass as to not get any cum on the seat because I was no longer wearing panties, my face flushed as i remembered Cathal tearing them off me. Maria is sitting in the back and Lily in the front with her mother driving. They tease me asking where I had been, but I shrugged them off, embarrassed by the disapproving looks Lily’s mother kept giving me through the rearview mirror. It was so completely obvious that I had just been on my hands and knees, in a ditch.

It was uncomfortable, but I was weirdly proud. I had gone out tonight with the purpose of getting laid, and quenching my urge, and I succeeded plus much more! I sent Cathal a quick text, thanking him for a great night and saying we should meet up during the week. I definitely wanted to do that again.

When we got back to Lily’s her mother left us and went up to bed, so the girls of course wanted all the details. They put on the kettle and patted the seat beside them on the couch expectedly, I looked over at them and giggled “I’ll sit down and tell you everything, right after I visit the bathroom, I have to clean the cum out of my ass” I scurried off leaving my friends staring at me in shock! They knew I’d had sex, but I don’t think either of them expected that!

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Readers should read part 1 first, as this chapter will not work as well without it.

I saw Ed the very next day at church. We were both with our families so we couldn’t talk much. I didn’t like to do it, but I had no choice but to divert attention from myself so Ed wouldn’t be suspicious of what happened with Rose after he’d scurried out of his brother’s place.

“Where did you take off to?” I said in a low voice when we met in the church men’s room, making the problem about him instead of me. “Left me holding the bag, didn’t you?”

He wore a pained expression. “I’m sorry, Dan. She’s living with my brother, okay? I was about as embarrassed as I could get.”

We didn’t say anything for a few moments, just finished up our business at the urinals and zipped up. This I did with care: my dick was practically raw from masturbating again, once last night and once in the bathroom early that morning, reliving what went on with Rose on Saturday afternoon. Truth is, I was delirious from the headiness of the whole thing, my mind full of images of her body and mostly of the way she had talked to me. I could have done myself again right there in the church restroom, raw and sore or not.

“Did she say anything after I left?” Ed was at the door, looking out through the frosted green glass of the upper part in case anyone should be coming. We’d already checked the stalls for occupants when we came in, like co-conspirators.

“Just that we shouldn’t be careless leaving stuff out like that, and that maybe I should leave to be sure I wasn’t late for supper” I lied. I held my breath to see if Ed would call my bluff. Maybe he’d waited down the street on his bike for me, maybe he knew how long I tarried at his brother’s house.

I felt like a shit for lying to my friend, but at the same time was relieved to see him accept my story. Nothing good could come of him knowing about yesterday. I promised to myself it was the last lie I’d tell him, but of course that was not to be. Sorry, Ed.

All the rest of that morning and early afternoon after church I stayed at home and worked around the house like a busy beave. Dad looked at me funny as I attended to the lawn (even trimming the borders, a task I’ve always loathed) and clipped back the bushes by the front side of the house. Yes, he looked at me funny, but then again he didn’t raise a hand to protest. How could he know that I was trying to keep my mind off of Rose and the way she had casually mentioned that Harland was “back on Tuesday.”

This was still Sunday. Two days more until Harland returned from that construction site. Despite how much use my poor privates had been put to in the last 24 hours, I still had half a hard-on in my jeans, persistently reminding me of what I could be doing instead of setting up the lawn sprinklers at just the right points so that they covered the whole front yard, simultaneously.

In the shower, washing off the sweat and dirt from my efforts, I’ll admit I did stroke my cock for a little while. It was a habit I’d indulged in since puberty, so it was no big deal. But I found myself drifting away to that house and the possibilities and questions there. Did she think I was too skinny? I looked down at my hip bones protruding ever-so-slightly, then further down to what seemed to me like knobby knees and long, thin feet. I suppose being skinny does make your dick look bigger, I joked to myself, as I idly palmed it. As far as the knees went, Rose hadn’t minded using my leg to get herself off in that bathroom, so why should I think that she found me unattractive?

Bigger questions I tried to push away. Ones like: how can Rose keep her life with Harland separate from what she did for me yesterday? Or: can’t a woman get pregnant even if the sperm doesn’t get up inside, but only on the outside? I remember reading stuff about that. And, finally: what can you possibly say in defense if people find out?

You’d think that all this turmoil would have kept me away from that house forever. But you’d be wrong. A stiff dick has no conscience.

As I pedaled up her street I told myself that I was just going for a Sunday ride, just scouting out lawns that Ed and I might mow for some spare money. Not that I seriously figured I’d be doing yard work much longer in my life. I was getting too old for that shit. It was a fair weather time late in the month of May, so people were out walking. That’s something you don’t see much anymore – everyone’s out shopping, I suppose, so they drive. I saw some folks I knew and felt guilty about where I was going, but certainly they couldn’t have known. Besides, I had nothing to feel bad about, right?

Harland’s house is set back from the road. I paused at the base of the driveway and thought about a cover story, in case his truck was around the back (Looking for Ed, have you seen him today?). I peered around at the neighboring houses, checking for snoops, and then rolled my bike up the driveway, satisfied that my approach wasn’t causing any ado.

Rose looked sweet and soft when she answered my knock at her back door, thankfully not annoyed adiosbet yeni giriş that I’d popped in. I wanted to embrace her as she opened it, but there was an awkwardness lingering from what had happened between us yesterday, a feeling that kept me from knowing quite what to do.

She was in a navy blue skirt, flouncy like a tennis skirt but not so short, and a white blouse with a scoop neck; it had a couple of translucent, aqua-colored buttons down the front. Her feet were bare, no stockings either. Her body looked good to me.

“I hope it’s okay I came back so soon. You said that Har–“

“Yes, he’ll return Tuesday” she interrupted me, like she’d rather I not say his name. “It’s fine you came back. I was just about to have a sandwich. Did you eat?”

And so it was that I stood in her kitchen and helped with the turkey, bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwiches. She told me she’d cook a pound of bacon at a time and drain it, then keep it in saran wrap in the fridge so she could enjoy it on this, her favorite style of sandwich. Instead of mayonnaise she preferred Miracle Whip, just like my mother.

All the while she remarked on this I was eyeing her cleavage, admiring the fall of her hair, noticing the profile of her chin, checking the little stud earrings in her small ears, and yearning to run my hand up her exposed legs.

It dawned on me, even as I was inventorying her charms, that maybe one lesson I was learning from Rose was to appreciate everything about a woman, including her little ways of doing things (like making these sandwiches). Her speaking style, her sense of humor, how she might feel about simple pleasures in life, those are things that define a person. Whether I’d have figured this out so soon without the tantalizing lure of sexual activity is an unanswerable question.

As she finished the sandwiches and asked me if I’d prefer milk or soda, she switched subjects without any warning. “I don’t want you to kiss me, Danny. I hope that’s all right. I need to save that for Harland.”

This she was saying while putting out State Line potato chips to go with the sandwiches, and pulling up a couple of tall chairs so we could eat right there at the kitchen counter.

“Okay, Rose. I understand.” Of course I didn’t, but if that was the way it was, okay. It’s not like this was any kind of normal thing we were doing here, with pre-set rules. I dug into the sandwich.

After a few moments of us making eating noises, she asked me “Has a girl ever let you kiss her?”

“Once” I remembered. It came back to me clearly, even though I’d forgotten the whole thing. “We were both fifteen. It was in the back of the school bus. Linda Chesney. She was moving the next week, out of state. She told me she always liked me and then put her mouth on mine. It was a surprise.”

“Was it a long deep kiss?”

“Yeah. Her breath was warm and her tongue went in my mouth. Then she got out at her stop and I never saw her again. The guys bugged me for a month about it.”

Rose smiled. “So this girl kisses you and that’s it? You didn’t try to see her afterward? It sounds like you liked it.”

“I did like it, that’s true” I admitted, washing down a mouthful with the milk. “But she moved away. She wasn’t back in school the next day.”

Rose shook her head a little and looked out the window. Her own sandwich was half eaten on her plate. “Danny, Danny. What’s to be done with you? Why didn’t you get on your bike and ride over to her house? You knew when she was moving. You had time before then.” As usual, Rose’s voice was light even though here words were penetrating. She surely did have my number.

“I guess I was scared. Her kiss was so strong. I didn’t know what it meant, then.”

“Good. Another honest answer. You’re making progress. Pretty soon you won’t dance around questions at all. A woman wants a man who’s straight and direct. Even if he says things she doesn’t want to hear.”

We washed the dishes side by side at the sink. I had a good look down the front of her blouse, which I’m sure now she realized I was doing. I could see the satiny cups of her bra. It looked like a Playtex.

As I wiped the plates she asked what she could do for me today, in a tone like a waitress at the diner.

“Geez, Rose, you make me crazy when you say something like that. It makes me want to do everything with you. You’ve got me nuts.” It was the truth. “I mean, when you told me I could come over and, you know….”

“Jerk off?” she said purposely, knowing full well what her saying things shocking like that would do to me. “Is that what you want?”

“Of course. And anything you’ll let me do.” I looked at her and then turned to put the plates in the cabinet. When I turned back I could see that she’d been thinking.

She reached into the cabinet below the sink and came out with a medium-sized glass bottle that had an Italian name on it. It could have been Greek, I don’t recall. “Let’s stick to the basics right now, Danny” she said, undoing the top of the bottle. Then she reached around me to draw adiosbet giriş me into a position facing the sink, right up close to the counter, and before I could catch on her hands were undoing my belt and drawing down the zipper of my pants.

I don’t have to tell you how good that felt, having Rose’s hands on me. My breath was hot in my chest as she calmly slipped my pants down to my thighs, revealing my briefs and the growing bulge inside. “That looks needy” she commented. “Why don’t you take it out?”

I groaned and fumbled at myself as Rose poured a quarter-sized puddle of yellowish-green liquid from the bottle into her palm. Her eyes were on my hands as I drew my penis out of my underwear. “Olive oil is just the trick. Let me put it on for you.”

I almost cried out in pleasure like a baby as I felt Rose’s hand on my erection for the first time. Oh, it’s true she had tenderly cleaned me off the day before with that warm cloth, but it had been more of a comforting, post-orgasm feeling. Her hand applying soothing oil up and down my rod now was a full-blown sensation! She made a small sound of approval as I instinctively started a thrusting motion through the slick tunnel of her fingers. I looked at her looking at my dick and felt wonder, pride, lust, and a funny sort of peace, all at the same time.

And then she pulled her hand away and started to wipe it off on a dish towel. I grunted with extreme dissatisfaction until I saw Rose methodically unbuttoning her blouse and skirt, letting them fall to the floor as she gracefully swept the clothes off herself. With a quick push she was sitting on the counter to the right of the sink, facing me, where I could get a good look at her. White panties and a bra that opened at the front.

Rose pointedly eyed my dick and then looked into my eyes as I stood there at the sink. “Well, go on” she urged.

Which I did, especially when she artlessly unhooked her bra and matter-of-factly allowed her breasts to hang free. They bobbed slightly as she tossed the garment aside on the counter. I marveled again at how perfectly lovely she looked. The flesh-on-lubricated-flesh sound of me masturbating soon filled the room as I ogled those twin swells and their exquisitely-hued nipples. Rose had no issue with caressing them for me, either, as if she sensed what I might want to see at any moment. Even the women in the magazines didn’t do more than cup them, not then, whereas her thumbs and forefingers squeezed the tips lewdly before me. The nipples crinkled into taut arousal.

“Did you play with yourself last night?”

I nodded.

“This morning?”

Again I nodded.

“I thought you would. Boys simply can’t help it, and there’s little to stop them anyway.”

She studied my hard penis as I stroked it. I stared at the exposed flesh of her chest, recalling how nice it had been yesterday to have her nipples between my lips.

“Let me see your balls.” There she was with that talk again, making me crazy. Of course I pushed the vent of my briefs open more and fished my testicles out into the cool air so she could observe my sack. It was rather erotic, displaying myself like that. “Mmmm-hmmm” she muttered, evidently pleased with my equipment. Her fingers continued squeezing her tits. I could hear my own breathing.

“Can I see, uh, can you take off your panties?” I requested, feeling myself working toward climax. It’s not like I had any idea of pacing, back then. If it was coming, it was coming. And, even after yesterday I still couldn’t believe how unreal and erotic this whole situation was.

“So you can see my cunt, Danny?”

“Oh, Rose, I can’t stand it, I–“

“Or do you prefer pussy? Which one is it? Pussy or cunt?” Damn her.

She surprised me by sliding off the counter in just those white cotton panties, and then suddenly she was right next to me and I could look down and see those wonderful breasts, inches away, and up to her pretty face with her slightly open mouth and unnerving eyes studying my straining cock. She reached out impulsively to cup my balls in her palm for just a moment, making me gasp, and then her hand was once again pulled away.

This time when she got back up on the counter Rose brought her right leg up and actually hooked her foot around the sink faucet. This brought her panty-covered pubic mound into prominence. Realizing she was about to reveal her cunt to me, my cock seemed to leap in my fist, ready to go off at any moment. Without hesitation her fingers peeled the vee of her panties to one side.

I stared openly at the soft pink mouth of her sex, nestled within its protection of curly hair. Those slick vertical lips appeared to be moist just inside, and probably were. I could clearly see the whole shape of the opening to her vagina.

The shafts of light coming through the kitchen window striped her naked body. She made no sound as she inspected my progress there at the sink. There was a look of mild anticipation on her face as I beat off in front of her. The hand that wasn’t holding her panties aside left her breasts adiosbet güvenilirmi and traveled downward to idly fluff the hair through which her cunt lips peeked.

My ejaculations started before I was even aware I was coming. I sprayed as far up as the edge of the kitchen window curtains, as I remember, my mind distracted for just a millisecond with the thought that Rose would have to clean them. I may have hit her foot, too, I don’t know. And then the pleasure rushed through me and I was gasping and thrusting, my cream spilling over and over into the sink. I recall that Rose studied my face intently as I jerked my heated flesh like my very life was flowing out of me. And then suddenly she was by my side, again.

“Good, good” she soothed as her left arm went around my waist and her right hand dipped down to my briefs to gently cup my balls again. I groaned at this warm touch and the feel of her left breast pressing into the right side of my back, just under my arm. I instinctively released my penis from the grip of my right hand, hoping she would take over for the last few moments of my release.

Which she did, without hesitation, milking the final drops out with firm strokes that made me groan mightily. The fluid was squeezed out of me like toothpaste by her practiced hand. In those days it was thick and white and pearlescent; I could see some of it on her index finger when she finally let go.

As I struggled to recover, my head all light and goofy, Rose ran the warm water in the sink and produced a clean cloth, from somewhere, with which to clean my dwindling organ. I could see strands of my semen swirling down the drain. Beside me, her naked body looked like something in a dream. Her nipples looked stiff and needy. I remember wanting to hold her.

“If you want to shower, go ahead” she invited, patting my behind lightly.

“Do I need to?” I turned to face her, my dick still hanging from my underwear, and raised my hands to touch her breasts. She didn’t flinch, just looked at me patiently. It wasn’t that I was aroused all over again, just that I wanted to touch. Part of me figured this would all end without notice and I might wait for years for another opportunity. I really couldn’t help myself.

Her nipples were stiff, and if possible they may have gotten even harder as I stood there exploring her bosom. Rose simply let me do it, her hands at her sides, looking down at my fingers as I gently pinched her breast tips and then cupped that perfectly-weighted pair of globes in my palms. My mouth watered on its own.

She also didn’t move, aside from parting her thighs, when I finally got around to reaching down to her puffy cunt lips. They were as wet as I’d hoped, moisture immediately meeting my fingertips as I touched a woman’s vagina for the second time in twenty-four hours. Her slit was warm and alive as I ran a fingertip inside, amazed at my own audacity. I managed also to find the nub of her clit, but only dared to guess so at the time.

As I say, Rose did nothing but watch me run my hands over and into her. It was like she wanted to be my living display, my teaching aid. It was weird, but not so strange that my balls weren’t now aching in protest, deep inside, as the blood again started to enter my shaft. Her thighs were conveniently apart, perfect for my adventurous fingers. For the second time I caught that lovely funk that rises from a woman’s genitals when her pussy lubricates; it drifted up between us, reaching my nostrils with a powerful, remarkably arousing force.

I caressed those silken wet lips and tentatively probed the entry within, knowing that the wonderful aroma was being generated by the juices I’d discovered. Rose and I locked eyes. Hers were serenely observing mine, and god only knows what she must have seen in return.

“I guess I’ve underestimated your needs, Danny. Honestly, you’re either every woman’s dream or curse.” Her voice came to me like a dream, from afar. Without having felt it happening, I suddenly realized Rose’s hand had been grasping my newly-revived penis, just holding it like an old friend.

Thinking she was protesting my behavior, I told her “I can wait. Sorry I’m such a mess.”

“Oh, no no. Didn’t mean that. I told you you can do what you want, after all. It’s not like you came over for piano lessons, is it.” She smiled lightly and we both laughed a little. “I guess it should be a compliment to me that you’re getting stiff all over again so quick.”

“Rose, you’re just so –”

“Shush. I’m sure I’m the best-ever to you, Danny. But all women have the same things, you know.” Her hand hadn’t left my cock. She was caressing the head gently, and I could feel leftover wetness from my glans being spread by her fingers. It made me think of her wetness, on my own fingertips.

“I think yours are nicer” I said by way of reply.

“I know what” Rose announced with a bright look. “Why don’t you get a better look. Of course, I should have thought of that, you haven’t really seen anything close-up. Come over to the living room.” She started off in a flash, with me right behind her watching her cheeks wiggle most prettily. But before we reached the living room she told me to wait a second, disappeared into the hallway to the bedroom, then quickly returned with a generous bath towel. I remember it was an ugly shade of green.

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