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His sense of humor, ability to listen and be attentive won me over eventually and we started spending more time together. We became friends first, lovers later. He was dating someone else when we met in one of our mutual classes, where we always sat next to each other, at first discussing the lessons, later on going out to lunch or to a movie and eventually, when he broke up with his girlfriend, one thing led to another and, well, after a party one evening, we ended up in bed.

 

Paul turned out to be a gentle lover, just as attentive in bed as he was in conversation. He liked kinky stuff like light bondage and blindfold. I trusted him immensely and never felt threatened.

 

I liked making love to Paul, especially when it turned into a hard fucking, and he lost himself in a moment completely, oblivious to anything around him, even myself. He would pound away furiously, unable to stop, probably even if the building was coming down.

 

Paul always seemed to be fascinated by anal sex, although he had never done it, and I had no experience in it, either. I began noticing that a great majority of the porn movies he was bringing to my place were turning out to involve anal sex, some movies were on that particular subject exclusively. We talked about it and decided that we would try it some day.

 

That some day actually turned out to be the evening of our talk. Of course, I sort of expected that to happen, but still, I was caught by surprise to a point and a bit worried. I kept thinking of Paul and the time just before he is ready to cum. I couldn’t see him go berserk on my ass like that and not hurt me.

 

Paul promised solemnly that he would be careful and would not do anything that would be uncomfortable to me. He even offered that I could take the vibrator we were sometimes using to spice up sex and try it on him.

 

We started off slowly, kissing and petting, Paul giving me oral sex and making me cum. It all started off very nice. After I had clamed down, he turned me over and started kissing my back, scratching it lightly with his nails, working his way down to my ass, spreading the cheeks and licking my little hole.

 

The feeling was odd, not very pleasurable, but the idea of what we were about to do was certainly very appealing and I found myself enjoying the action more than I expected I would.

 

Using KY jelly, he squirted some inside my ass and lubed his finger, gently and carefully inserting it inside of me. Again, the feeling was odd, beyond anything I had ever experienced, but it didn’t hurt so I didn’t stop him.

 

I noticed that Paul’s dick stood in a hard salute to me since the moment I agreed to try anal sex and I didn’t have to do anything else to keep him that way. He was too eager to get to the action to be able to let himself be teased any longer.

 

As we got to the intercourse part, however, Paul pushing his dick inside my virgin ass with less patience than he had ever displayed before, I started hurting more than I expected and after a few moans and cautions to please go slow, he finally buried his entire dick inside his desired destination.

 

Now that it was finally in, I couldn’t bear to think of it moving in and out, I most certainly didn’t want him losing his mind and fucking me hard like he normally did and to Paul’s great disappointment, I pulled away and we stopped.

 

He was kissing me later and reassuring me that it’s okay, but the disappointment on his face was evident. We tried to have sex in a normal way, but he couldn’t perform. I felt awful. I offered we should try again, but he declined of which I was grateful for. Even though I had his dick in my ass for less than a minute, I could still feel the discomfort which it had caused me.

 

We fell asleep that night, unsatisfied and both disappointed. Paul avoided spending the night in my place for a few days afterwards.

 

Christmas was just around the corner and Paul had left Chicago for home to spend a few days with his family, returning on Christmas Eve, determined to spend it with me, feeling sorry over my decision not to go to Oregon with him and absolutely refusing to go home to my family. I’ve been away from home for three years now and I am not ready to go back, yet. As annoying as the topic of Christmas was to me, I loved him for being so sweet and attentive.

 

“Santa Clause!” I heard him yell even before he opened the door and I was genuinely happy that he had returned in time to spend Christmas with me. I was down more than I had expected to be. The celebratory atmosphere of the festive season had gotten to me and I hated to see numerous shoppers running back and forth, carrying huge bags filled with presents, Christmas trees on every corner, Christmas music in every store, restaurant and even elevators. I was ready to scream!

 

He entered and we fell into an embrace, kissing passionately as if he had been gone for months, not less than a week. I noticed a small bag with images of little Santas dancing around a Christmas tree, accompanied by the necessary gift bag filling paper, undoubtedly containing my present.

 

“Later,” said Paul. “First, we’re going out to dinner.”

 

We splurged that evening, aware that restaurants were closing early that evening. We ate in Greek town and then walked some thirty blocks to my place, enjoying the unseasonably mild night, making the romantic evening perfect. We stopped at our friend’s dorm room, had a few drinks with people we knew from classes and finally headed to my little apartment, determined to spend the night in lovemaking, warming ourselves up by occasional stops to kiss and slip our hands inside each other’s coats, touching, rubbing, squeezing and giggling like kids. Life was good and I was happy.

 

When we entered the apartment, Paul took off my coat and with great ceremony presented me with the bag, which he had brought with him and I had to admit that I was absolutely dying with curiosity. Given that we were both students, poor as church mice, any kind of present was deeply appreciated.

 

Paul dragged me to bed where we sat down and I was finally allowed to look into the gift bag. I pulled out two presents.

 

“The green one first, Nik.” Said Paul and smiled mischievously.   “The red one later. That’s actually for both of us, maybe even more for me than you, but that one later, okay?”

 

I tore the green wrapping of a small box, my heart racing as I realized that it must have been containing jewelry, definitely way beyond Paul’s modest means. I was grateful already. I slowly opened the box and a beautiful golden pendant of a ram standing on its hind legs and kicking the front ones up high made me gasp.

 

“Oh, Paul!” I yelped, with great embarrassment realizing that I was just about to cry.

 

“I realize that this would be more appropriate for a birthday present, but I saw it and liked it, and thought you’d like it, too.”

 

The symbol of my star sign was absolutely gorgeous. I felt a pang of shame over my modest gift for Paul, a sweater I had knitted myself, which was still tucked somewhere in my closet, unwrapped.

 

“You like it?” he asked worriedly.

 

“Are you kidding? I love it!” I said and hugged him. Life indeed seemed to be good.

 

“Now the second one!” he said, fidgeting on the bed like a little kid.

 

I looked at the small package wrapped in the red paper, bigger than the first one. I tore the paper off with trembling hands, still completely impressed over the pendant and almost screamed in surprise.

 

“What is this?” I asked, knowing exactly what it was.

 

“It’s desensitizing cream, Nik. “ I closed my eyes. When Paul put his mind to something, there was nothing to persuade him otherwise. “We can try again, you know. It won’t hurt, Nik. Please?”

 

I gave in. How could I not? Paul make sure I was happy this particular Christmas, the least I could do is make him happy, too.

 

We undressed slowly. Paul taking my clothes off and kissing every newly unclothed part of my body. I did the same for him. He made me cum with his tongue and fingers. I made him hard with mines. We fucked for a while with Paul very carefully not going too far as he didn’t want to cum too soon and fall asleep. This was the moment in which he wanted to do it. If the moment was lost, it might never happen, or if it did, it wouldn’t feel as right as at this particular time.

 

Paul unscrewed the tube and used a generous amount of the cream to lube me up. I believe he put in three or four times more than required. He didn’t want to hurt me and at the same time was so eager to do what he fantasized about for so long, common sense went out the window for both of us.

 

“How does it feel?” he asked and I giggled.

 

“How do you think half of that tube feels in my ass?” Paul didn’t laugh. He was too concentrated on what he was doing.

 

He pushed his finger inside my ass, and I didn’t even feel it. He pushed a second one in, again I felt nothing. We tried it with a vibrator and this proved to be just as easy as the fingers, so with great hopes, Paul finally positioned himself behind me, kneeling on the bed and pushed his dick inside my ass.

 

I felt that, but still only just. It didn’t hurt at all, it wasn’t uncomfortable, and he wrapped his arm around my hips, with his fingers now carefully cleaned with a washcloth softly rubbing against my clitty.

 

He made me cum like that. Hearing his moans and groans, his heavy breathing and feeling his expert fingers on my bud was a blissful pleasure. He made me cum again and then again.

 

Some thirty minutes later, my legs stiff with the pressure of Paul’s heavy pounding against me, my stomach began cramping from the invasion deep inside my gut. He was very careful to clean his fingers but we had both completely forgotten that without use of a condom, he had desensitized himself as well as me and it had taken him close to an hour of labor to make himself cum. He enjoyed it throughout, he said later. We were both covered in sweat despite the chill in the room, and the bed was in a complete disarray.

 

Pillows and comforter had fallen off a long time ago. The sheet was pulled off the corners and was now half hanging off the bed, the two of us fucking like two rabbits on the naked mattress.

 

After a while, when I couldn’t stand him touch my clitty anymore, certain that he had left bruises all over my hips and shoulders, having clung to them desperately, he had finally let out that last groan of pleasure, which told me that he had cum. I couldn’t feel his dick throbbing or squirting.

 

“Fuck, Nikkie! That was good!” he said and all I could do was moan agreement. I vaguely remember him pulling the comforter off the floor and throwing it over us, and then we were both asleep.

 

As I am writing this, it’s the evening after our little escapade. I can barely walk. I spend half of the day in bed, the other half in the bathroom, sitting on the toilette, crying with pain that I felt from the previous night.

 

How could I have been so stupid? Why would I let him do that to me? To top it off, without a condom.   I’m not sure that the use of a rubber would prevent his feeling to evaporate, but now I think anything would have been better than what had happened.

 

Never again!

 

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I laughed out loud as I finished reading. Never again, indeed! Of course I still have anal sex, but I have to admit that it had taken me years before I let myself do it again. Certainly not with Paul.

 

Poor Paul! He felt so guilty; I thought he would never make love to me again. Eventually, we slept together, but it never seemed to be as good as it used to be. We never tried anal sex again. A few months later, with exams taking all our time we gradually grew apart and one day he came to my place, looking sad and ashamed, admitting to dating someone else for a few months.

 

We broke up and I wasn’t surprised when I saw him at a party a few days later with his new love. A guy. That’s where his strong fascination with anal sex came from. I just hope his experience was better than mine.

When sober, my wife, Sandy, would not entertain the idea of a threesome or another man between her thighs...however, I've noticed that her interests and resistance seem to change, at least verbally, when she has had about three strong shots of tequila or rum, and her conversations take on a more sexual tone, especially about various men she happens to see wherever we are for the evening.

Ordinarily, if a guy is sitting at a bar and makes eye contact with her, she'll look away and avoid him, but with a foundation of some good alcohol, she'll let her glance linger with his, and then say something like, " Hmm, that guy seems interested in my 'mind'...wonder what kind of a package he has to offer?"  Or, "Hmm, wonder what he'd do if I walked over and sat on his lap?"  I would really like to find out.

Knowing that she would never be able to actually do anything about this, even when 3/4 in the bag, I decided to move thigs along to the fulfillment of a longstanding dream of mine and give her also what she secretly wanted, which was what I too had secretly wanted for years...to give her to another man while I watched, and filmed, her willing seduction and bedding!

She would never do it voluntarily, but her intoxicated conversation-confessions had clearly shown me that her other self really wanted to find out how another man would feel between her legs...and I also wanted to watch another man between her legs, so I set about to make that happen.

Several weeks of browsing in the "Seeking" ads on a popular website offered a wide variety of potential players, and after some initial forays and emails, I finally chose Dan, who lived in a town about an hour from ours.  We exchanged pics...mine of my wife in a bikini and in a wet t-shirt (see the pic) and his of his body and particularly of his rather large, stiff, cock...which he was offering...a nine incher with girth to match.  I didn't know if Sandy could take that much, but now with things moving along, I hoped to find out.

I worked out the scenario...on a Friday night we would go to a favorite watering hole with a live band and a dance floor, and Dan would precede us.  Worst case would be that he wouldn't show and Sandy and I would just enjoy another night of drinking and dancing to some good tunes.  But best case, if Dan did come, I would 'enhance' Sandy's straight up tequilas with a little magic potion... specifically some 190 proof grain laced with a bit of rohypnol,... and soon she would be ready for anything Dan and I wanted to do.   She would enjoy her deeply buried fantasy of a fun fuck.  I would get my fantasy of watching and filming her being serviced by a heavily hung young stud, and Dan would get his nuts off into a sensuous, tight, hot lady.  A win,win,win situation if there ever was one.

The chosen Friday night came and we got dressed to go.  I suggested to Sandy that she wear that "squishy" bra, which was like no bra at all...and a little tiny thong under her fairly short skirt.  She said, "Unh Hnn...and what are you expecting from this....quick access to the good stuff?"

I laughed and replied, "Well, I just want to make all your secret lovers stand around with hard-ons while I rub and fondle you on the dance floor...and maybe one of them will work up his nerve to ask you to dance and do a little fondling himself."  To which she snorted, "Yeah, fat chance!"  and to which I thought, "A lot fatter than you'd ever suspect, sweet thing."

So off we went to Charley's, one of our favorite spots, and quickly we found a table near the back of the room in the shadows.  I went to fetch our drinks and to check on Dan, and sure enough, he was there...the Plan was on!  I got our drinks, and as Dan watched, I added just a bit of 'potion' to Sandy's...and then took Dan in to introduce him as a colleague from my many trade shows.  He played the game and explained that he was down from Philadelphia visiting friends and was delighted to run into an "old trade show buddy."  He then excused himself after some light conversation.

A few numbers later, after Sandy and I had worked up a little sweat on the dance floor and she had inhaled most of her drink, Dan came in to ask her to dance, as per plan.  I got her a fresh drink which I liberally laced with the 'combo' of 190 and roofies...and the game was fully in play!  Two fast numbers later, she and Dan returned and she slurped half her drink down for liquid.  The night was now set, and I smiled broadly at Dan.   He knew it, and smiled back!   He excused himself and Sandy proceeded to finish the rest of her drink.  Things would soon begin!  I excused myself for a run to the bathroom...told Dan, "about 30 minutes" and went back to our table.

Surely enough, in about 30 minutes Sandy was having trouble making full sentences, and the time was now!  I scooped her up and guided her toward the exit, nodding to Dan on the way and he trailed behind us.  We reached the car with Sandy almost out on her feet, and I said, "Oh, Dan needed to come early tonight, so I'm giving him a ride home, in the car, now!"   This made no impression on her at all.  Then I said that we'd get into the back seat since Dan knew just what he was doing...and we did.  Dan got into the drivers seat and we began driving away.  Very quickly and right on schedule, Sandy tilted over and soon eased into deep slumberland in my lap...all according to the playbook... We were right on track!

I reached behind the seat of our wagon, picked up both a video camera and a pair of scissors, then turned the camera on and handed it to Dan to focus on Sandy as I 'prepared' her for the evening's ride.  I also reached down into the door's side pocket and retrieved one of those sleep masks and put them on my dozing wife before turning on the interior overhead light.  I had earlier decided that trying to pull her entire sweater off and remove her bra was a bit too much trouble, and instead, I'd simply snip the spaghetti shoulder straps of the bra and sacrifice it for this evening's events, so I set about doing just that....I rolled Sandy forward, eased her sweater up so I could get to her large full breasts with ease, snipped the strapss at the rear of her bra and unfastened it, letting her magnificent mounds fall free as I pulled the bra forward.  After fondling them for a minute and thinking, "Oh you full rounded, beauties, someone else will be playing with you in just a couple of minutes," I told Dan, "OK, I think the lady is just about ready to begin tonight's entertainment."  I eased the sweater back down over her tits as he pulled off into a parking lot, and we got ready to exchange places.  He was filming all of this for my later viewing.

He got out, then opened my door, and he and I gently exchanged positions, his now being in the back seat with my drugged wife lying in his lap.  I got into the drivers seat and turned, while running the camera, and said, "I told Sandy on the walk out to the car that you had to come early tonight and I was giving you a ride in the car now...what I didn't tell her was that it was so she could give you a ride between her legs, later...and that you were going to cum, in her!

He smiled and I continued, "Well, you've seen the pictures of these nice tits, and we have about 15 minutes driving ahead of us...quite enough time I'd think for you to let your hands do some exploring and become quite intimately familiar with those beauties....so enjoy them and have fun...for now they're all yours!  As I turned to face forward and start the drive home, I could see him sliding Sandy's sweater up and beginning to fondle her nice rounded tits with their rose-hued little nipples.  The night was underway!  My camera was catching it all! My cock was straining against my Levis with the enormity of this evening.

We drove on to the house in a quiet suburban area, and I flicked off the overhead light.  I opened the backseat door to gently pull my fuzzy wife into a semi-upright position for the move into the house.  Dan moved on ahead of with the camera and stood in the shadows filming us as I maneuvered Sandy down the walk and into the front door, heading her straight upstairs.  I knew she would have to pee at a critical minute, so directed her into the bathroom and then over onto our big kingsized bed where she promptly lapsed again into a semi-conscious state. I peeked out into the hall and directed Dan to our guest room telling him to "give me a couple of minutes to get her ready" and then he should join us for fun and games.  I took the camera and went back into our bedroom to prepare Sandy for the first strange cock she had had in many years.  I set the camera up on its tripod and turned it on.

She was dozing and hardly waked up at all when I sat her up, removed her sweater and skirt, and then her thong, leaving her wholly naked, legs spread, on the bed.  I knew that in just moments Dan would come through the door, see this beautiful blond lying ready to receive, and go instantly into hard dick action on her lovely defenseless body.  I also reached above the mattress behind her head and extracted a soft, silken rope that I used to tie her arms above her head 'prisoner' fashion so she wouldn't be able to reach down and remove her light mask or interfere with whatever was being done to her.  She was truly a 'captive' available for whatever Dand wanted to do to her sensuous body.  I leaned over and licked her clit several times.  She stiffed a little, but didn't really wake up.

Dan came into the room, naked and half aroused, and smiled broadly when he saw what was waiting for him.  I picked up the camera for some better angles on my filming as he moved up onto the bed, opened her legs wider, and gently dove into her muff for some early "dining at the 'Y'"    As expected, Sandy's body began to respond to his tongue, which was thrusting up and down over her clit and soon she began to roll her hips up and down to meet his probing.  In only a minute she was moaning and bucking as he ate into her growing wetness!  He obviously was enjoying it too since his cock now looked like a miniature forearm hanging below his stomach.  Watching him push that into Sandy was going to be unbelievable!

He moved in between her thighs and began easing the head of his cock in between her now very wet cunt lips, gaining a little more and a little entry with each thrust forward.  His hands were squeezing and fondling her full breasts as she was moaning, "Uhnnn....uhnnn...uhnnn" each time he pushed into her a little further.  His big cockhead disappeared, then an inch and another inch as he rocked forward and she pulled down on his hips with her legs digging into his ass. And suddenly with a hard lunge he was in!   All nine inches were buried in my wife up to his balls and she was moaning and squealing with pain and pleasure.... "Ahhhh.....ahhhhh.....ohhhhh yesss" as she pulled back and forth while I filmed the ride....and then she climaxed in a wild frenzy of humping and flinging about on her silk 'restraints' and growling and moaning like in the days of our earliest lovemaking...completely out of control to the sensations raging betweem her thighs.  The Dan came...unable I guess to resist the fierce sensual animal that he was riding, and I kept filming as he shuddered and thrust harder as he exploded into Sandy's writhing body!    And they were spent.  Lying exhausted on the bed, they gradually caught their breath and I filmed from different angles as Dan's huge cock softened and slipped from my wife's well lubricated pussy!  I had my film, Dan had his hot fuck, and Sandy had her first strange cock in 15 years.  It was a win,win,win for us all, and I have the tape to prove it!

I drove Dan back to his car at Charley's and we parted, never to meet again. A repeat performance wasn't what this was all about, and anyway, all of us had what we wanted.  I keep the tape well hidden, and take it out for viewing when I want to get a rush to go jump Sandy's bones for no apparent reason...and with the roofies I put in her drink that night, she only has a vague memory of a few of the events that occurred...so everything has happened right according to plan.

Would love to show you the video, but that just can't happen...so let your imagination fill in the picture part of this.  I'll have to keep the original for 'private screenings.'  Maybe one of these days I'll need to add a second evening and film to the collection.

Nuzzle@Hotmail.com

“Wake up.” A gentle shake.

Still no response.

“Wake up! Wake UP!” The voice was exasperated and a violent shake accompanied the order. Finally, there was some measure of movement. The form under the covers groaned and arched its back.

“Dave Mathews! For the love of me, WAKE UP!”

Dave remained totally inexpressive and simply said something that sounded like “Mnaaaarrrrrrr…”. The other figure got decidedly furious. It kicked the covers off itself and jumped out of the (fairly) spacious bed. Dave must have been partly awake because he inferred the figure’s intentions. He clung to the covers more tightly and tried to spin them around him but the figure got the better of him.

One minute he was half conscious, the next, the covers were ripped off his body and thrown on the floor. He still wouldn’t get up and curled into a ball, trying to conserve what little heat his body could generate on this cool morning. He finally opened one eye and peered at the figure towering above him.

“Gwen …”

Gwen glowered at him from the height of her five feet six inches. Her brown silky hair was falling on her shoulders, the sun shinning through the white curtains making it look golden. Her normally jovial face was contorted with frustration. Her hands were resting delicately on her hips. Delicate. Graceful. Elegant. These words described her.

She was dressed in a tee two sizes too large for her elfin body and her pink cotton panties. Nothing else. She was the most beautiful creature Dave had ever seen. He smiled and patted the bed next to him, uncurling a bit to offer more space. Gwen managed to maintain her angry demeanour for about five seconds before breaking down and sliding next to her boyfriend.

She giggled slightly as he slid his left leg on her right hip. He reached behind her and stroked her hair. Her hazel eyes were searching the depths of his black eyes for any sign of excitement. None. He was simply holding her, like she liked it. No sex on his mind, only being with his beloved girlfriend mattered. She smiled again and kissed him lightly on the lips.

That simple contact sent shivers along her spine, making her curl a bit and pull her guy closer to her. His strong arms were pressing her against him, her nose just above his shoulder and her hands stroking his bare back. She smelled his sweaty odour, remnant of last night’s activities.

She didn’t want to leave the bed but she started to sit up and reached for her slippers. She was halfway up when Dave snagged her right hand. His face was still pushed in the pillow under him and his eyes were closed but he was smiling a small mischievous smile. He pulled her back down and covered them both with the thick woolen covers. He moved over her and kissed her deeply, sliding his hands down her svelte body until they reached her undergarments.

Gwen laughed. She wrapped her arms around his neck lightly as he continued to kiss her lips, her face, her cheeks, her neck. Her panties were now at her ankles. She slowly drew one leg out of the cloth. She could feel his hardness through his blue boxers. She closed her eyes.

“You have to work today, don’t you?” she murmured.

Dave was nuzzling her neck and had his boxers down to his knees. He slowly moved to her sweet, sweet opening. With one gentle push, he was inside her. She squealed as he answered.

“I’m going to be late.”

Someone standing outside the room would have heard the squeaks of the old bed and the laughter of two lovebirds. That someone could have interrupted the festivities, but the house was currently empty, save for those two. Dave’s parents had left to visit a relative somewhere in the city. They had the house to themselves, which explained the series of ragged moans that emanated from the closed room. And the grunting.

 

*            *            *

 

Another day at school. Boring, boriiiiing. Dave was walking in the corridors, looking jaded. Third period was about to begin but he couldn’t care less if he missed the class. Nowadays, he was easily distracted, thanks to his budding relationship with Gwen. He’d have to change that soon. He could not allow himself to be distracted, certainly not now, before the exams. His mom was on his back day and night, telling him to make her proud, what will people think if you fail?

He shook his head. His mom was always worrying about what people would think. He entered the almost empty classroom and sat down, taking his books out of his bag. A smile suddenly broke his gloomy face. He was reminiscing the morning he had had last Saturday. Gwen was so soft and delicate, yet so fiery and wild. The smile turned into a grin. The bell sounded and students started flocking in.

He was already starting to get a hard-on. Think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts for God’s sake. I don’t want to give everyone a show. The old teacher stepped in and closed the door. Dave was able to control his libido and settle down. He was still smiling, though.

 

*            *            *

 

The bell sounded third period. Gwen looked up from the book she was reading and saw people rushing to their respective classes. She carefully marked her page and got up. She lazily opened her locker, put the book in and took out her small bag. The Physics teacher was always five minutes late. She checked her hair in the small mirror and smiled approvingly.

Her brown mane was tickling her back slightly. She reached behind her and scratched herself. A couple of jocks passing by eyed her hungrily. Understandable. She was wearing a green skirt whose hem dangled two inches above her knees and a blue shirt. Dave had told her she looked good enough to be placed between two slices of bread. His words. Her digital watch and her black Nikes seemed a bit out of place but they were gifts from Dave, so she wore them and the consequences be damned.

She sat in her chair and fiddled with a lock of hair absently. She was smiling idly, recalling Saturday morning. Dave was so… great. She might have said fantastic, extraordinary, superhuman, a pure sex machine, but she was feeling a bit realistic. Great would do for now. Newman was droning on about who the hell knew what. She smiled in anticipation. Dave was supposed to meet her for lunch.

 

*            *            *

 

They got out of the janitor’s closet, making sure to appear as natural as possible and failing miserably. At least, there was no one around to spot the two of them. Gwen’s hair was disheveled, strands sticking out of her silky mane. Her shirt was un-tucked and her skirt had been hastily pulled up. Dave was in no better shape. His black T-shirt was rumpled and sticking out of his jeans. His neck-length hair was a scraggly mess and he was breathing heavily. His zipper was still open and he proceeded to pull it up.

They straightened their clothes in the relative silence and smiled at each other. They had been a little quick, but what the hell? Sex is sex, you can’t be too choosy. Gwen walked towards the cafeteria and giggled. Dave swatted her on the butt and jumped out of her arm’s reach, laughing wildly. Gwen stifled a laugh and chased him down the corridor until he stopped, snagged her in his strong arms and kissed her deeply and passionately, like he had a few minutes earlier.

They walked to lunch grinning, hand in hand, like they had always done since their date. They had officially been a couple for four straight months, with no sign of any argument. People were no longer surprised to see them kiss in public at the park or on the benches or in front of their houses.

They were so enthralled in each other that they didn’t see the blonde peering from behind a row of lockers. Nor did they see her murderous stare.

 

*            *            *

 

School could not end soon enough. Dave was walking towards the double doors that signaled freedom, trying to spot his girlfriend. He was quietly waiting for her when he saw a blonde figure approach him and endeavor to catch his eye. He turned to the figure and exhaled loudly.

The girl in front of him was tantalizingly beautiful. She was tall, perhaps 5’9”, had long, straight, honey-blonde hair that hung between her shoulder blades. Her face had a childish, almost petulant, look that made her immensely pleasant to look at. Her nose was slender, like Gwen’s. Flaxen, if a little bushy, eyebrows mounted above crystal blue eyes told him she was a natural and not some K-Mart product. Her lips were presently elegantly stretched in a small smile that lit her whole face. His gaze was drawn to the rest of her body. The first thing he noticed was her chest. It was difficult not to. He figured she was a D cup or something like that. These twin mounds dwarfed the rest of the lean body, almost bizarrely so. She had legs that went up to the moon, a fact not lost on him. She was adorned with a blue miniskirt and a sleeveless red tee that left nothing to the imagination. He could see her attributes stretching the fabric tight, two nipples sticking out quite obviously.

Dave was blown for a moment by the stranger’s splendor. Aphrodite has come to visit me. And it looks like she’s got the hots for me. The girl offered her hand, which he shook lightly. She had a soft grip. He stepped back and stuffed his hands in his pockets. He was grateful he was wearing denim, for his nether regions were trying to burst his boxers. The stranger checked him out, eyes lingering on his muscled arms. She finally spoke.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

“I know this is a bit awkward, but I’ve been looking for you.”

“For me?”

“Uh-huh,”

“Can I ask what for?”

“I’m new around school. I’ve just been transferred from Falls High. You know about the high school, don’t you?”

He did know about the school. Falls High was old and falling apart. Parents had protested and had finally been able to get the administration to move their kids to several other high schools within easy range of Falls High. Green Hills High had absorbed a sizable quantity of these students.

“Yes. What can I do for you?”

“Well, like I said, I’m new and I need some help getting around. I’m also a bit… lacking in the English department and Ms Rodriguez told me to refer to you. You’re kind of a writing guru from what I hear.”

“It figures. Rodriguez always sends me her students. The price of fame. Why do you need my help to get around school?”

She blushed slightly, making blood rush to her cheeks. It made her all the more lovely. “Every guy I’ve talked to tried to hit on me or tried to paw me. You’re the first one to hold a civil conversation. Plus, I was wondering if you could help me with your English prowess.” She suddenly looked him in the eye, an eager look on her face. “Is it true? The stories about you?”

“What stories?”

“They say you wrote a thousand page long novel in one year. That you scored the highest English marks in Green Hills High’s history.”

Dave was suddenly feeling a bit uncomfortable. He didn’t like talking about his talent. “Maybe.” He saw Gwen waiting for him on top of the stairs. Uh oh. Here comes Aphrodite’s rival. With a capital R. She was looking at the stranger dubiously. He waved at her. “You’re getting to meet my girlfriend. There she is.”

Gwen sauntered to them and slid her right arm around his left arm, almost possessively. My oh my, are we getting jealous Miss Mitchels? She looked at the girl expectantly.

“By the way, what’s your name?”

She was startled. “Oh, I forgot to mention it. Sandra Jurgens.” She offered Gwen her hand. The two girls briefly pumped their hands up and down and quickly let go, as if sensing their mutual uneasiness. “I should probably get going,” Sandra said, glancing at Gwen.

She walked away slowly, as if looking for someone then accelerated her pace. Gwen turned to him and he was surprised to see the angry, almost hurt expression on her face.

“Who the hell was that? What did she want?” she spat.

“Whoa there, tiger!” Dave said, raising his hands in a gesture of peace. “I wasn’t doing anything wrong! We were just talking! Apparently, she has some problems getting around school and Rodriguez wants me to tutor her a bit. That’s all I swear. She didn’t want to go down on me or anything like that.”

“I don’t give a damn! Look at her! She looks like a slut,” she said sullenly.

“That’s just because she’s pretty. Every beautiful girl finds other beautiful girls that talk to their boyfriends sluttish. It’s a universal rule.”

Gwen continued to glower at him, so he gently took her in his arms. He stroked her hair, a move he knew would sooth her. She didn’t respond at first, then slid her arms around him. He hugged her firmly, still stroking her hair.

“Do you really think that I would leave you for the first big-titted girl that crosses my path, even if she is very attractive?” he said softly. “I’m disappointed. I thought you had more faith in me.”

Gwen sniffled and pressed her face into his shoulder. “I was scared. I didn’t want to risk losing you. That girl looks like a slut from Playboy. I guess that’s why I overreacted.” She reached up to play with his hair. “She’s just so beautiful,” she added.

Dave took a half step back, lifting her chin up with his forefinger. Gwen’s eyes were slightly red and puffy. Damn! She had been crying. “Hey, hey. Look at me.” She averted her gaze then stared in his deep eyes. He leaned in and planted a long, deep kiss on her quivering lips. He felt her loosen up a little, pressing against him more firmly, probing his mind with that one kiss. He let her do her thing while he poured all the passion he felt for her in this embrace.

They finally parted, slightly out of breath. Gwen rearranged her hair and smoothed her clothes. “I’m sorry,” she said, whipping her eyes with the back of her hands. “I’m just being stupid. Stupid, insecure girl.”

Dave kissed her forehead and put an arm around her waist, steering her in the direction of her house. “Don’t ever say that again. You’re my girlfriend. My girl can’t be all those horrible things. She’s strong, she’s determined, she doesn’t let a blonde step on her. She’ll fight to the death for her guy. Let’s walk you home. You’ll feel better, I promise.”

They did indeed walk to her house, although it was something like twenty-five blocks away. Gwen did feel better and kissed her guardian angel one last time before stepping inside her house, no longer insecure and safe in Dave’s heart.

 

*            *            *

 

The next weeks passed in a haze. Dave had taken up tutoring Sandra (or Sandy, as she insisted he called her), much to Gwen’s displeasure at first. She had cooled down though. She no longer shot poor Miss Jurgens hostile looks whenever she talked to her hubby. They had started the foundations of a friendship and were becoming steadily closer. Gwen appeared more comfortable, less envious of her new friend’s figure. Sandy, became more confident and was outright mean to boys daring to even stare at her chest as she walked by. She was developing quite an ice-queen rep.

All was well until the exams hit home. They had two months to cram everything their teachers had been talking about in their brain. It did not strain their relationship though. They would meet regularly, talk about their problems, try to find good solutions and depart to study some more before regrouping. Of course, some people did not approve of Dave walking around with two hot chicks on his arms everywhere he went. His mom kept telling him about what the elder inhabitants of Green hills were saying.

The exam week came and they all tried their damned-fucking best to score major. This year was not uneventful. A girl almost ripped her hair off in a fit of hysterics after finding out that she had wrongly answered a question. Guys were hitting the booze so heavily after tests that the schoolyard was often littered with beer cans and drying puke. No ones nerves were spared during this awful period of the year.

By the end of the exams, their nerves were wound so tight, they thought they were going to burst. They finally agreed to meet in a bar and got drunk together to celebrate the end of it all. Sandy’s brother had to literally drag them into his car to get them home. They puked everywhere when they reached their respective lawns. Story was that Dave had fallen asleep on his porch and his mom had found him snoring while getting her morning paper.

Now, three weeks after the last test paper, they had decided to meet again for a road trip, with their parents’ blessings. Sandy’s older brother, Bert, was coming along, to provide some measure of control over the teens.

 

*            *            *

 

The trip consisted of traveling to Lake Eidenger, thirty-two miles from Green Hills. They would have peace and tranquility. Bert had brought along his girlfriend, Rita, a cute Mexican with a shiny mane of raven hair. They settled on the lake’s bank late one morning, setting up their tents and gathering wood for campfire. When they had finished, they went for a long swim in the lake’s cool water. Bert and his liberal girlfriend went skinny-dipping and disappeared for the better part of two hours. No asking what they were doing.

They all had separate tents but Gwen was rarely alone in hers. Dave would always slip inside in the middle of the night and they would cuddle until the wee hours of morning before waking up wrapped in each other’s arms. Sandy was feeling a little lonely, particularly at night when everyone else would have his or her sweetheart spooning with him or her.

Dave and Gwen decided to give her a surprise. They prepared a picnic on one of the many boats that littered the banks. The next morning when Sandy woke up, she gave a small squeal of appreciation and immediately hoped into one of the two shoddy embarkations. They took off for rest of the day, eating, fishing, talking about the exams’ aftermath, just being normal teens.

When they got back, Sandy was bombed. She had drunk a full six-pack of Bud and had barfed repeatedly in the water. When they disembarked on the bank, they found that Bert and his girl had taken a hike and would be back VERY late. Dave and Gwen, who had moderated their drinking, were still standing. Only two beers each. Sandy hit the floor in her tent and started snoring after five minutes. Dave and Gwen were left alone, all alone.

“Well, she sure is happy,” Gwen said.

“No kidding.”

“Maybe she should get a boyfriend or a pet. She sure looks lonely.”

“It’s a bit difficult. Her mom doesn’t want a pet and almost every guy who seems interested in her thinks of only one thing: her chest.”

“It’s kind of difficult not to.”

“Maybe I could find someone who isn’t interested in the bodily attributes…”

They both considered the idea for a few minutes. “Impossible. Pure platonic love just doesn’t exist,” Gwen said.

“You know you’re insulting the entire male population of the world?”

She grinned mischievously. “I am. Why? Are you gonna spank me?” There was a glint in her eye as she said that.

Dave was interested. Lately their routine was becoming… well, routine. A change of scenery was a first step; maybe she would want to do something more… exotic. Gwen leaned towards him, kissing him full on the lips. He savored the moment before she quit and got up.

She led him by the hand outside to the lake’s bank and sat down. Dave was wondering what they were doing here, one hour before sunset, when his girlfriend pulled him down and kissed him again. He felt himself melt into her, her silken hair brushing his face, her soft lips hungrily pressed on his, the promise of things to come hanging in that embrace.

He felt hand son his back rubbing his shoulders softly. He probed Gwen’s mouth with his tongue, feeling her respond aggressively. There was nothing left of the shyness and gaucherie of their first time. She was a new Gwen, completely confident in her ability to make her man salivate with anticipation.

She started to undress him. His shirt dropped to the soft earth and comfy grass while his jeans went flying dangerously close to the water’s edge. He felt nimble hands press against his strong chest. He broke the passionate kiss and started to take her clothes off. He carefully unbuttoned her white shirt and let it slide down her back. He ran a finger along her spine, making her shudder and making goose bumps rise on her delicate skin.

He could see the need on her face. Her breathing was coming in short, quick gasps. She wanted to be had right now it seemed. He smiled as he worked on her jeans. He peeled them off her skin with excruciating slowness, enjoying the way Gwen squirmed underneath him. He dropped her clothes in a bundle beside her. His dick was standing at attention, brushed by the gentle breeze that made the grass sway gently.

He made her lie back on the grass and watch the clouds. He made his way down to her love nest, all the while kissing her body. He probed her pussy with two fingers, slowly working them inside her. His tongue danced across her lips, tasting her sweet secretions. Gwen bucked her hips a little then pulled his head up.

Dave looked at her with a puzzled expression. She was smiling a little. He felt her wrap her fingers around his hard member and slowly stroke it. She quickened her motion and drew a moan from him. She stopped altogether and gave a gentle tug on the member. He brought his waist up to her mouth and waited for the delicious sensations to stroke his every nerve endings.

Instead, he heard her grunt a little. He looked down to see that her pussy was now in front of his face and her head was between his legs. He smiled. They had never tried the sixty-nine position before. He lay on her, careful not to hurt her with his body and felt her lips close around him. He moaned before catching a hint of the scent emanating from her legs.

He lowered his head and began to lick her all over. She squirmed a little then resumed her treatment. She was going slow, making him last as long as was humanly possible. He dipped his tongue between her lips and parted them gently with his forefingers. He gently and slowly passed his tongue over the inside of the lips.

The feeling between his legs was distracting him, as he was undoubtedly distracting her. She would often stop and he would feel her moan around his meat, which, frankly, was wonderful. He pushed his fingers deeper while keeping his tongue to the shallow levels. Gwen accelerated and he felt her tongue slid over his slit, sending jolts to his brain. He could feel his resistance erode.

He tried to hold himself like he had learned to and succeeded in bringing her to an orgasm just before she made him come in her beautiful mouth. The feeling was glorious. It felt like a suction pump was pulling his insides through his dick. He tried concentrating on Gwen’s flood, but his own eruption was clearly distracting him. As a result, Gwen’s face ended up covered with sperm while her juices were running down Dave’s chin.

He took his time and cleaned his girlfriend, careful to arouse her just enough to keep her in the mood. She did the same thing to him. When they were finished, they lay side by side on the grass. He stroked her breasts slowly, letting his fingers circle her nipples and occasionally touch and pinch them. Gwen got up and straddled him. He grunted when her body slid down his member and landed on his pelvis.

Gwen started to move up and down and leaned in to kiss him. He felt her tongue slowly lick his lips and probe his mouth and she accelerated her rhythm. She started to get worked up then suddenly stopped. She reached for her jeans and extracted a slender vibrator from her back pocket. Dave wondered how he could have missed it. He looked up to see Gwen’s mischievous smile. She leaned on him until her breasts were resting gently on his chest and slowly put the sex toy inside her, past his dick. She turned it on and sighed contentedly as the air filled with a buzzing sound.

Dave could scarcely believe it. The thing was sending spiked bolts of pleasure to his nerve endings. He felt Gwen resume her motion and put a hand to her pussy to keep the vibrator in place. She pinched her nipples gently, making them more erect than they already were.

This was great. He lay there as the sun started its slow descend towards the lake’s horizon. The sky was tinged a light orange, which gradually grew into a full-blown sunset as they continued to moan and writhe on the grass. As eternities passed, Gwen slowed and accelerated, always varying her pace, trying to squeeze him dry. If Dave hadn’t practiced so much, he would have let the floodgate be broken a long time ago.

He finally could not take it any more. He pulled her close to him, grinding his hips into her crotch. She was burning hot inside and he felt his seed empty in her bowels as she too came from the vibrator stuck in her. The toy was pushing his limits, making his dickhead shake like a leaf in a Texas storm.

He panted as Gwen reached behind her and extracted the thing from her insides. She smiled tiredly. This was a bit odd. She always seemed so energised after a session of lovemaking. She rolled off him and lay stroking his nipples slowly as she admired he dying light as the sun disappeared behind the ocean. Dave was still feeling a tingle in his shrinking dick, thanks to her care. It suddenly dawned on him that he hadn’t been wearing a rubber.

He turned to Gwen, an almost horrified expression on his face. She was still smiling. “I know, you forgot the rubber. It’s no big, I’m on the pill.”

“Since when?” The shock in his voice was evident.

“I’m eighteen now, dear, remember? I just asked my doctor some.” She shrugged. “I forgot to tell you.” She then smiled mischievously. “You won’t be needing those condoms under your bed anymore. I heard it’s better that way.”

“Yeah, right. And when you become pregnant, who will be blamed? Me.”

“Aaaaww… you’re being a spoilsport. Don’t tell me the sex wasn’t great.”

“It was. Great. Incredible. Heavenly.”

“The best sex you ever had?”

He scrunched his face, looking like he was trying to remember something. “No, maybe not.”

She hit him on the stomach, straddling his chest. “Liar! It was the best and you know it!” She kissed his lips ad played with his tongue for a moment, her right hand pressing against his left breast and her left hand stroking his growing member.

He sighed with pleasure. She was insatiable. Not that he complained. Whenever they had sex, she would do him things he didn’t know were possible and he would make her feel so good, just the memory of it was enough to make her soaking wet, or so she said. It might have been exaggeration but it was partly truth.

He was getting hard again, pumped to life by the hand moving slowly along his shaft. His tongue was racing in her mouth. She smiled and kissed the tip of his nose. His dick was pressing between her cheeks. She continued stroking it deliberately slowly to tease him. He closed his eyes for a second as she dug a bottle out of her jeans’ back pocket.

“Jesus, how much stuff do you have packed in that thing?”

She grinned. “Shut up, mister. On your knees.”

He readily complied. She popped the bottle open and squirted a large helping of what looked like jelly to his inexperienced eyes. She slowly applied it along his hard shaft, and even on his balls. Dave was curious. Was she thinking what he was thinking?

It seemed so. Gwen presented him her beautiful ass and pressed the mouth of the bottle into her asshole. He heard her grunt as cold jelly filled her ass. He was excited anew. They had often talked about anal sex but had rarely gone beyond some finger fucking – or finger-squeezed-into-dust-by-the-incredible-tightness-of-her. They had always stopped because she said it hurt real bad.

And now this. There was almost a bottle of jelly in her hole and the rest was on his dick. Gwen wriggled her ass a little. She turned to him, a smirk on her face.

“Go on, you know you want to.” She wriggled her bum once more to emphasise.

Dave was unsure how to begin. He probed her ass with a finger, trying to squeeze past the sphincter. It slid in but not without some effort. He slowly moved it in and out until it could move fairly quickly. He carefully inserted a second finger and heard Gwen utter a low cry. Careful. He let her get used to the invader before moving again. He glanced at his watch and saw that he had been doing this for nearly fifteen minutes.

He finally put in a third finger. His hand was starting to get sore. He moved even more slowly, careful not to hurt her until he heard her moan from his treatment. That was his signal. He positioned his cock at the entrance of the hole, sizing it up. Gwen was on all fours, offering herself doggy style. He pushed the head in. She inhaled sharply and exhaled shakily.

He pushed in one inch of meat. Then two. And three. Each time, he waited for her to adjust to his size. The pressure was incredible. It was squeezing his dick with each heartbeat. He finally pushed all of his six inches inside and let out a shaky breath. Her muscles were working him real good. He put his hands on her hips and slowly started to thrust.

Gwen couldn’t believe the feeling. It was like a huge turd was moving up her hole instead of down. It was both painful and pleasant. She had been prepared, having taken an enema before coming over. She had researched a little on the net and had come up with a way that was enjoyable to do it. Dave was ever so gentle as he penetrated her. He thrust one time, making her grunt. She felt the thing slid out before going in again. He repeated this little maneuver until her ass was less tight.

Dave was now pushing it in fairly quickly. Gwen was grunting with each thrust he made. Seeing her head bent, hair hiding her face and on all fours excited him like never before. It felt like he was dominating her, she was his bitch to do what he liked. He pushed harder. This time she cried out. He ignored her and pushed again. Her ass started responding by grinding back into him.

They continued this part pain, part pleasure movement until Dave felt that Gwen was ready for some fast action. He pulled himself almost out, leaving only the head inside and put his hands on her hips. Gwen must have guessed his intentions as she became still.

He took one deep breathe before pumping the ass beneath him. This time he pushed in like a maniac. At fist, Gwen cried and writhed but he wouldn’t let her get away. He continued his assault until her cries became moans and she pressed back against him. The pressure her ass was making made it difficult to control himself but he managed. He grabbed a fistful of her brown hair with his right hand and pulled her head up.

Gwen felt her hair being pulled. Her head snapped up, a small cry escaping her lips. Dave was really getting into it. He was playing it rough unlike the other times. She rather liked this change. She felt a new buzz in her legs as Dave hand fell on her butt cheeks in a loud smack. He angled his hands in such a way that it caused more noise than pain. She moaned as he hit her again. This was great!

She bucked her hips violently against his thrusting pelvis as she tried to get more of him inside her. She felt her hair being pulled again. She cried and pushed harder. Dave’s hand landed on her bum once more as he plunged inside her relentlessly. She almost passed out when her orgasm hit home. She moaned as her hot nectar erupted from inside her and gushed all over her legs.

Dave felt so good. He didn’t know why he had started slapping her ass but it made him feel in control and seemed to make Gwen wilder. He had continued and felt the familiar stir in his loins. He tried to hold on as much as he could but Gwen’s ass was simply too tight to resist. It felt like the first time all over again. The tightness, the pleasure, this sensation.

Her felt a hot liquid slide down his legs. Gwen must have come. He could now let himself go. It was becoming something of a policy each time they had sex. He would endeavor to cum only after Gwen was satisfied. He thrust harder and pulled her hair more and finally erupted inside her with a loud grunt. He felt his cum pour out into her asshole as he let go of her hair and slumped back on his back.

They were both panting wildly. Gwen turned to him and kissed him. She lay in his arms as they caught their breath. Dave looked down at his dick, expecting it to be covered with shit but he only saw his fluids and the jelly. He looked questioningly at his lover.

She smiled and passed a finger on his lips. “I had an enema. I didn’t want it to be messy. I hope you liked.”

“I adored. It was great. We should have tried it sooner.”

She said nothing and snuggled closer to him. The darkness was all around them. He could hear the soft buzz of the insects as they rested on the lake’s shore.

 

End Part 3

His wife the patriot

 

 Chapter 3 of 5                                 9/06/05

 

Once home Ruth feels so alone that she can not sleep.  She writes a letter to Jack and ends up masturbating herself to sleep.

The next morning Ruth gets up early and goes for a run in the park trying to work some of the tension out of her daily plan.  Back at her door, the neighbor tells her how nice she looks in her little shorts and Ruth turns to stare daggers at him, telling him, “Keep it in your pants.  You’re not getting any!”  With that little exchange behind her Ruth readies for a bath and looks herself over carefully in the mirror.  With her brunette hair down, she lifts her leg up and onto the sink to see her own pussy.  Still slightly sore from a rough black fist the day before, Ruth rubs it softly. 

Sitting in the tub, Ruth shaves herself smooth, even though she does not need it and begins to think about the day ahead.  The phone rings and Ruth answers it still in the tub.  It’s Jack!  Thrilled, she tries to squeeze everything into the 5 minutes allotted but really only gets to tell him about David getting released today.  He lets her know that he has gotten a few letters and is extremely proud of her.  The call ends abruptly and she does not even get to say goodbye.

In light of his call Ruth decides to wear his favorite dress today.  Admiring herself in the mirror she pinches her nipples to get them to show, causing her to giggle.

At the VA, Roger, the orderly is not in yet and Ruth decides to check in on her new project.  Walking right up to his bed, Ruth extends her hand and quietly says, “Hi, my names Ruth.”  He looks to her and snaps “Are you trying to be funny?”  Bewildered, Ruth replies, “No, just friendly.”  He then continues, “I’m not feeling very friendly right now.  I couldn’t shake your hand no matter how bad I want to.  Some of my body is paralyzed.”  Ruth lays her hand on his and says smiling, “Then I will just shake yours.  I stopped by because it looked like you could really use a friend.”

This was the start of their friendship and Tommy opened up to tell her that he was partially paralyzed.  His limbs were dead but tingly and the doctors did not know what to do.  Ruth listened carefully and paid close attention to Tommy.  An orderly brought her a chair and she sat facing him so that he could see her.  She noticed right away that his neck worked just fine as he spotted the short dress when she sat down.  Even with her legs crossed, there was so much leg that it was hard for him not to stare.  At one point he became flustered and said, “I’m sorry I keep staring but you are just so beautiful and that dress is just right.”

Ruth smiles to him and slowly uncrosses her legs before standing up.  Walking to him she lays her hand on his chest and says, “Don’t be sorry.  All you did was show me that you are a horney young man.”  She laughs and this causes him to laugh also.  She then continues, “I came to cheer you up.  Would you like me to come back later and visit again?”  He brightly says, “Yes, please, anytime.”  They laugh as she leaves the room.

David is restless waiting to be released as Ruth tries to calm him.  Ruth dresses him and the nurse helps her to sit him up.  Once in the wheel chair they were off to the exit when David says, “I want to say goodbye to Bobby first.”  They turn in to the ward with the one arm black man and Ruth is surprised when the orderly pushes him right up to his bed.

Stunned by this Ruth misses the first of their conversation and only catches the end when David says, “My life just keeps getting better.”  As they turn to leave Bobby speaks out, “I hope you’ll come back and see me again, Ruth.”

Ruth is blushing hard as they walk down the hall towards David’s recovery. 

At home David’s arms are both still cast and useless causing Ruth to do everything for him and she doesn’t mind at all.  David is in her bed for comfort and she decides to sleep elsewhere.  He had only been in bed for about an hour before he decided to put a move on Ruth.

While she was sitting his drink down he looked to her and asks, “Will you please undress me.  I’m just not comfortable with all these clothes on.”  She helps him sit up and put his feet on the floor.  Then she proceeds to remove his pants.  Once they were off she just kept going and removed his underwear also.  Sitting on the bed side with this beauty on her knees in front of him his hard cock stood straight out pointing at her.

Still in her dress, Ruth looked up to him smiling and said, “Is there anything else I can do for you?”  Ruth made sure to lay him back onto the pillows safely before giving him the blow job of his life.  When she was finished he had fallen completely asleep.

While David was asleep Ruth used this time to make the surroundings a little easier for David to use.  He awoke several hours later to see her getting dressed.  Lying there quietly he watched as she rubbed lotion on and tried on clothes in the mirror.  “Damn, you sure are something.”  He said with a grin.  Ruth did not look to him but just replied, “Be good.  I am going back to the VA for a little bit.  Roger called and said the young paralyzed man is going into surgery and they wanted me to see him first.”  Ruth turns to David who is staring and asks, “Is this skirt short enough.  He seemed really taken with my legs.”  David almost chokes as he replies, “I can see your entire legs but unless you put a top on he will be staring at your tits.”  Ruth covers her boobs while smiling and turns back to the mirror.

At the VA, Roger meets her in the hall and explains that Tommy is going into surgery to have the bullet removed and that he will be there for about 8 hours.  Roger follows Ruth into Tommy’s room and even while groggy he smiles to her saying, “I’m glad you could make it.”  Ruth puts a finger on his lips to hush him and leans down to say, “I wore this skirt for you because I know you like my legs.  When you wake up from surgery I expect you to look at my legs, OK?”  He shakes his head yes and she continues, “I want to see you staring at my legs and horney by tomorrow.  That’s an order soldier.”  Ruth smiles to him and kisses his forehead as he barely whispers, “I like the rest too.”

His eyes are shut and Ruth gets teary eyed knowing he is off for the fight of his life.  The orderlies take Tommy away and Ruth talks to Roger in the hallway while trying to calm her tears.  Hugging Roger, Ruth says, “I hope I have given him plenty to look forward to.”  Roger puts his big arms around her and calmly replies, “You can bet that he has never wanted anything this bad.”  His big black hands slide down to her ass and he lets go nicely.

After visiting several soldiers, Ruth travels home to find David, naked with an erection, lying on top of the covers watching TV.  She smiles to him and he says, “Hi, I was just thinking about you and it really sucks not being able to touch myself.”  Ruth laughs at him and undresses in front of the TV saying, “You need to lay still and be good if you’re going to heal.”

Naked she crawls onto the bed and lays by his side with her head on his stomach and slowly jacks him off.  When he is spent she looks to him, cum runs down her face as she tells him, “You lay here and be good while I get you something to eat.”  Ruth licks a few globs of cum off of him and sucks the end of his cock clean before walking out of the room.

Ruth feeds him dinner and is very playful, making a mess of him.  When he asks, “Aren’t you going to eat?”  She giggles and responds touching her stomach, “You just fed me dinner, in fact I have been getting a lot of protein lately.  I think I still have some in my hair.”  They both laugh as she cleans up. 

After a nice shower Ruth dresses in a short loose yellow skirt with a mostly shear blouse and revels in compliments from David before heading back to the VA.  This time of night the hospital is mostly dead but she is somewhat surprised that Roger is waiting for her in the parking garage.

He walks up to her car and looks down at her lap while opening her door.  “Are you just standing out here hoping I would show up?”  Ruth says while looking up at him and turning putting her feet on the ground.  With out looking down Ruth knows that he should be able to see everything and smiles brightly at him.  Roger glances down to her pussy then back to her tits and up to her eyes saying, “I called your house and David said you were on your way and dressed to kill.  It was pretty funny, he pressed the speaker button with his nose to answer.” 

Slowly Ruth got out of the car and gave Roger a hug, asking about Tommy.  Roger had not heard anything at all but said he would let her know.  Opening the door into the stairwell, Roger let her go in first, insuring that he would be behind her going up the stairs.  After a few stairs Ruth turned to Roger and asks, “I have to ask.  Why is such a big man working as an orderly and not a football player?”

Six stairs behind her, with a perfect view Roger looks up from her pussy to answer, “I just really like helping these guys.  I just feel like it’s my calling.”  Smiling Ruth continues up the stairs quietly until she reaches the door to the proper floor.  Turning to Roger who is opening the door for her she says nicely, “I think what you’re doing is wonderful and patriotic.”  Blushing he says, “Same to you.”

After visiting several soldiers, Ruth uses the bathroom to brush her teeth before continuing and smiles to Roger in the hall.  Even sitting, Roger is a big man she thinks to herself.  Walking to his station, she sees that he is alone and just watching her.  She walks around behind him and rubs his massive shoulders and says, “You seem tense.”  He moans and replies, “That feels good.”  Playfully Ruth tells him while still rubbing, “Anytime you feel tense and need my help you just let me know.”

Standing behind him, she feels small as she continues her massage quietly.  Roger lets this go for a while until another orderly walks in and jokingly ask if he could get in line for a massage.  Ruth smiles at the men and slowly runs her hand across Rogers back as she walks to another ward. 

The young man with no legs is still awake and Ruth sits on his bedside and listens to him as he tells her about when he played football in high school.  It is obvious to her that this depresses him and she moves closer allowing him to see her breasts in the low light and says, “Your life will go on.  You are a very smart and gifted young man.  I still remember the night you touched me and gave me several orgasms.  I also remember you filling my mouth with cum.”  The young man sits there grinning now as she continues, “Until a woman snatches you up, you can call me anytime and I’ll gladly spend time with you.”

Rhonda is holding the young mans hand and lets go to kiss his cheek.  His hand finds her bare bottom as she brushes a nipple across his face causing him to lick it.  Lustfully he whispers, “I want to fuck you.”  Ruth mashes her nipple into his mouth letting him suck through her blouse while she whispers back, “I just want to make sure that fucking won’t hurt you in anyway.  When I know for sure, look out!”  Ruth opens her blouse and lets him play with her tits for as long as he wants before kissing her way down and relaxing him to sleep.

Outside the door, Roger waits to escort her to her car.  Stopping at the desk he picks up his keys and she sees one of her pictures in the open drawer.  Ruth touches his back and ask, “Why did you laminate my picture?”  Ruth opens the drawer and removes the picture and an envelope with the others and says, “Is it so that they do not get sticky or stained?”  Laughing openly Ruth looks at the laminated picture to see it is of her on her back with her knees pulled open.

Roger walks away from the desk smiling and says, “Yea, that’s my favorite.”  Sitting down in his chair, Ruth looks at the other pictures causing Roger to return slowly.  Holding the pictures up, she leans back in the chair spreading her legs for Roger.  After looking at the pictures for a while, she lowers the pictures smiling to find Roger and 2 other orderlies standing there quietly.  She stands quickly, putting her pictures down and grabs Rogers hand to lead her out.

At the car Ruth hugs Roger saying, “If looking at my pictures gets too messy, call me.”  She sits down into the car letting her skirt flip up and looks up to this monster black man saying, “You do know that I am flirting with you?”  Smiling brightly she continues, “If you want, call and tell me what would be your favorite picture and I will make one just for you.”  Speechless, Roger stares at her and has to shift himself slightly.  Ruth closes her door and rolls the window down still smiling at Roger and says, “Think about it and call me.”

Ruth reaches out, she lightly touches the bulge in his pants before she pulls away.

The next morning, Ruth takes off for her morning run and returns to find David awake and walking around.  He looks strange with both arms cast and she watches as he uses his face to do simple things. 

Ruth strips naked, causing David to become erect and he watches as she showers.  When she finishes she runs him a bath and helps him to sit down.  While she washes him, he asks her about the other soldiers and she tells him about everybody.

The phone rings and Roger is calling to say that Tommy is out of danger and will be awake later in the day.  Ruth is surprised when he then says, “A baseball bat.  I want to see you taking a bat.”  Laughing she replies, “OK, I’ll see what I can do.”

Finishing David’s bath, Ruth begins to towel him dry while telling him about the phone call.  David’s cock is standing straight out, pointing at her as she talks.  Slowing she dries his crotch and is holding his cock when she leads him gently to the bedroom.  He is surprised when she does not get on the bed but instead gets the camera and tripod.  David is naked and watching as she sets it up and leaves the room.  He hears her in the bathroom and she returns wiping a wooden baseball bat.  Dumbfounded, David watches as she turns the camera on and begins to explain the photo shoot. 

Ruth lays on the bed on her back and begins to massage herself, pouring generous amounts of baby oil onto her crotch.  The camera clicks every 30 seconds as the beautiful older woman looks into the lens.  When she is ready the bat finds her wet pussy and begins to push inside.  Slowly and in long strokes the big end of the bat keeps going deeper until she screams in pleasure.  With both hands now she begins to fuck herself crudely with the bat until screaming in orgasm.  Now laying on her back for the camera, the bat is shoved in as far as it will go as she holds it with both hands for several pictures.

Poor David still stands there silent as the bat is slowly removed and Ruth flips over on her stomach and slides to the end of the bed with her hand between her legs.  David moves in slowly and carefully fucks her still gaping pussy until he finishes quickly.

While David rest, the photos are printed and Ruth selects a few to laminate.  Copies are made of all and they are sent to Jack with today’s letter. 

That evening Ruth answers a call from Roger telling her that Tommy was awake and asking for her.  Ruth chooses a short dress with a loose open front and heads to the VA to see Tommy.  Roger is pleased to see her when she walks into the hall and says, “Wow, you look great.”  Ruth turns for him and says, “I knew you would like this, but I hope Tommy will.”

Ruth pinches her nipples and then touches Roger as she walks past and into Tommy’s ward.  Tommy is awake and turns his head to see Ruth, looking her up and down slowly.  She walks up to him and places her hand on him causing him to smile.  Leaning close Ruth whispers, “I wore this just for you.  I hope you like it.”  She backs up and turns slowly for him with her stiff nipples poking outward.

Speaking softly he says, “You look great and I’m happy to see you.”  Ruth puts her hands on her hips with her legs parted, showing off those long legs before sitting on his bedside.  She listens to him as he talks to her and glances at her chest.  As his reason to live, she paid close and careful attention knowing that this young hero has earned at least this much respect and honor.

Dedicated to a drop dead gorgeous woman whom which I can only dream of having as my own.

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                                                            The Circle Begins    

 

 The car wouldn’t start again. This was the third time this month and I didn’t have the money to get it fixed. Cal was no good with fixing mechanical things and the only person I could think of who was a mechanic was my younger sister’s boyfriend Robert. Sure, he was tall, handsome and had a rugged sort of charm but he hit the bottle to hard for my liking. It also seemed to me that he never gave Peggy a moments rest. She complained constantly about fending off his lewd behavior from the moment he met her. Robert had one thing on his mind and his hands were always trying to go places they shouldn’t. Well it couldn’t be helped, I needed the car to run my errands and Dave was out of diapers. I rang up the old house and asked Peggy to help me out. Robert was here in a flash. You can add delinquent to that list of unlikable qualities. He was obviously skipping school to do this.

 He arrived and immediately went to the garage, toolbox in hand. By the time I made sure my boy was settled in and walked back to the garage I could see the hood was open and he was bent over the engine. As I stood behind him I noticed his t-shirt had pulled out of his jeans exposing the crack of his ass. “Well Robert, what do you think? Can it be fixed?” I asked. He rose from his work and turned to face me, “Yeah, I think I can fix it. It’ll take a couple of hours.” He replied as he stared up and down at me undressing me with his eyes. I felt naked in front of him folded my arms across my chest and my legs shifted back and forth under my dress. “Good I’ll be up at the house if you need me,” I answered as I turned and quickly strode back to the house to escape the gaze of those x-ray eyes of his. It wasn’t until I heard the slamming of the screen door behind me that I let out a sigh of relief. I busied myself cleaning the kitchen and chasing Dave. A couple of hours passed and I could see Bob’s legs sticking out from under the car. The occasional clanging of metal against metal followed by a string of curse words that shouldn’t be uttered much less shouted testified to his progress. I was just laying the boy down for his afternoon nap when pounding on the screen door startled me. “Yeah, Pat I think I got it. Could you come out here a minute, I need a hand with reattaching something,” Bob asked. “OK! Give me a minute. I gotta put the boy down for his nap,” I answered. I tucked Dave in and checked to make sure he was asleep before going out to see what Bob wanted. Bob was leaning against the car smoking a cigarette when I finally arrived. He flicked away his cigarette and turned to me saying, “I need you to get under the car and hold a part for me while I reattach it.” With that he pointed to the dolly and strode to the workbench to retrieve the part. I could do this, I thought, as I lay on the dolly careful to tuck my dress between my legs so it wouldn’t snag in the wheels. I lay back on the dolly and pulled myself under the engine to a position where I could see his face peering down at me from the open hood. He positioned the part on the front of the block and told me to hold it while he reattached it. “Use both hands, hold it tight. He disappeared for a moment and reappeared holding a wrench. He began to tighten some bolts. His efforts caused the entire car to shake above me. My arms were starting to get tired and began to tremble from the effort. “You about done?” I asked. Once again I saw his face peering down at me through the open hood. “Yeah, I gotta put in just one more thing,” he replied and disappeared to retrieve it.

 That’s when I felt his hands on my ankles. I shrugged, we must have finished. Instead of pulling on my ankles to pull me out he spread them apart and I realized that must have given him quite the view. “Robert, what are you doing?” I demanded. “Like I said I have one more piece to insert,” came his reply. I felt his hand on the waistband of my panty’s and than he tore them off with one mighty tug. I tried to struggle but the car pinned me in. I felt something hard press against my vagina and than he was in me. He was stretching me in ways I hadn’t thought possible. “Robert, you’ve got to stop. This is rape, Robert!” I cried.  “Go ahead and yell Baby, you know you like it,” he grunted as he rammed his man meat into me. His big cock ramming in and out of me was making my body respond in ways I didn’t want it to. I felt my pussy flood with juices to ease his way and my heart began to race, it was becoming difficult to catch my breath. I found my hips betraying me as they rose to meet his thrusts. “God, Robert you feel good,” I moaned. He pulled me out from under the car and I wrapped my arms around his neck to kiss him. He kept pounding away at me as he grabbed the neckline of my dress and tore it open to the waist. Now only my bra blocked his path to my breasts and he ripped it asunder. His grease stained hands now grasped my breasts so hard milk leaked from my nipples. His head bent to suckle them, sending spasms of sheer ecstasy through my body. He was fucking me so hard and I was loving every minute of it. This was wrong in so many ways and I didn’t care. I just wanted him to come inside me. “That’s it! Fuck Me Robert!” I could feel his cock so far inside me and my pussy stretched so wide I swore it would burst. My breasts ached and milk leaked from them splashing everywhere. Robert bent and began to suckle as his cock pounded into me. I howled, “Suck Me dry Bobby, Suck Me!” and Robert eagerly complied. It felt as though he sucked first one and then the other dry. “Baby I’m gonna CUM!” he shouted as his rampaging cock exploded deep within my cunt. I orgasmed in ways I hadn’t thought possible. We lay exhausted on the ground next to the car.

 Robert stirred and stood pulling up his jeans and buckled his belt. He offered me his hand and pulled me up. I slipped off the remnants of my bra and bent to pick up the tattered remnants of my panty’s and tossed them in the garbage. I arranged what was left of the front may dress to conceal my breasts and mustered what dignity I had left to stagger to the house. I peeked around the corner of the door to Dave’s room to see my little angel had slumbered through the whole thing. I turned and walked across the hall to my bedroom to change out of my dress and replace my undergarments. I let the dress slide from my arms and looked at my red swollen breasts, watching them with some fascination as milk dripped from their swollen nipples, I pushed my dress over my hips and let it fall to the floor. “Now that is what I’m talking about!” I heard Roberts voice. There in the doorway stood Robert he stepped into the room peeling off his grease and sweat stained t-shirt. “Bobby, the boy?” I pleaded motioning to the door. “Well, I guess we’ll have to be quiet?” Robert replied as he dropped his pants. My eyes opened in amazement at the monster of my desire’s passion that sprang from his crotch. I did not know that a man’s cock could grow to such monstrous dimensions. This time I didn’t fight at all quite the contrary I wanted him. I embraced him and kissed him as I had never kissed a man before. I pushed him on the bed to straddle his waist; my hand grasped his cock and guided it to my beckoning pussy. I groaned as I sank down his pole welcoming it into my body with a flood of lubricating juices. It felt as if he was splitting me in two and I was loving every fucking inch of it. I rode him slow but hard lifting my body till he almost popped out only to ram it back into me by dropping my weight on him. He grasped my gyrating tits and milk flowed from them increasing my arousal. “That’s it, milk me Bobby!” I groaned. By now we were both gasping for air and moaning our arousal. Nothing mattered except my impending orgasm, which washed over me in a tidal wave of ecstasy as I felt his cock spew forth, it’s hot load again. I fell into his arms and we snuggled in each other’s embrace for several minutes exchanging kisses. I opened my eyes to tell him how wonderful he made me feel. There was David standing by the bed. “Whatcha doing Mommy?” he asked. I pulled the sheet across our naked bodies and took his arm, “We were playing baby,” I answered. I rose from the bed wrapping the sheet across my naked form as I rose. With a firm grip on his arm I led him back to his bed, tucking him in I kissed his forehead and pulled the door shut behind me as I left the room. As I reentered my bedroom I found a naked Bob standing by the doorway. He pulled the sheet from my grasp allowing it to fall to the floor as he embraced me and kissed me backing me against the now closed bedroom door. “I rocked your world, didn’t I baby!” He stated as he mashed his body against mine.

 I drew a deep breath and in the most serious tone of voice I could muster I stated, “Bobby this never happened. I swear Bobby you tell anyone and I’ll kill you.” Bobby thought a moment and turned away to retrieve his clothes. As he was tucking his shirt in to his waistband and buckling his pants, he walked up to me, nose to nose he muttered with a sneer, “Don’t worry baby not a word.”  With that he pulled the door open, left the room, down the hallway and out of my house but not out of my life. He married my sister not a year later, after he knocked her up with Debbie. Of course it wasn’t his first, I had Candy three months before they married. She has her father’s eyes. Every time I look at her I see my own weakness and I despise her for it.    

Herb could feel himself getting harder and looked back at the TV. He ordered the movie with the hottest sounding title. The movie was called “Fun in Lesbian Valley.” The movie immediately started with a sexy lesbian orgy. Herb opened the fly of his boxers and pulled out his 8 inch cock. Pre-cum had already began to spill out of his cock as he watched a hot blonde with 38DD tits fucking another blonde with a 12 inch strap on. Herb began to stroke his cock slowly as the moans of both blondes drifted out of the TV. The blonde pulled the strap on out of the other girl and then grabbed a vibrator. She shoved the plastic strap on inside of the girl’s ass and clicked on the vibrator, resting it on her clit. The girls moaned, groaned, and grunted as they pleasured themselves. By now, Herb was moaning right along with them. His cock was swelling up and it began to throb, signifying his up-coming ejaculation.

Coral awoke from her sleep and heard moans and groans. She first looked ahead of her and looked at a girl eating out a girl who just came. Then she lookerd up at her husband. His eyes were closed and his hands were all over his cock and sperm sacks. She grew horny and jumped on his lap. Herb’s eyes shot open and he stared at Coral.

“Fuck me Daddy!” groaned Coral. She lifted up her mini skirt. There wasn’t much to lift, for the fact that in came 3 inches below her pussy. Coral lifted a little and grabbed Herb’s hard manhood. She guided it into her wet, awaiting pussy. She began to grind her husband’s cock. Herb screamed and let Coral’s pussy have all of his milky white fluid. Herb lifted off Coral’s tube top and squeezed her 36 D tits. Coral moaned delightfully and screamed for her huge orgasm. Both Coral and Herb were panting heavily as Coral rolled off of Herb’s lap.

“Dammit Herb,” Coral said breathing heavily. “That was so fuckin’ good.”

“Fuck yeah,” Herb agreed.

Just then, Coral got up slowly and waved her finger so Herb would follow her. Coral walked slowly to the glass, sliding door and opened it. She walked slowly outside. Behind her, Herb watched her nice shapely ass jiggle and move up and down, following the pace of her movement. Fully nude, Coral shifted over to the diving board and gracefully plunged into the crystal, blue water. She was purposely teasing her sixty-two year old husband. Herb slowly dragged him and his pale, saggy body into the blissful water and sat down on the steps. Coral came at random and grabbed Herb’s cock from underwater. She quickly devoured the huge cock in her mouth and began to give Herb underwater head. Herb screamed and groaned loudly. He didn’t worry too much about the neighbors for the fact that Coral allowed the surrounding male and female neighbors to watch her fuck herself while her husband was at work.

After 10 minutes making Herb cum twice, they were going to go back inside and continue fucking. But as soon as they emerged from the pool, a young, beautiful blonde appeared at the gate…

 

TO BE CONTINUED…

 

Thursday came and as I got up and ready for work I told myself not to get my hopes up on seeing her today because if she’s sick I’m sure that she’d probably take 2 days off to try to recuperate.  I got to work and suffered thru the next few hours, but much to my amazement Amber came up to my machine moments before lunch.  She took her position at her station and looked up at me and right then and there I could tell that something was wrong because she looked sad and her eyes were red like as if she had been crying.  I silently mouthed to her and asked her if something was wrong and she said that it wasn’t anything to worry about and left to go to the trucks.  After lunch Amber didn’t come back to my machine and by the last break of the day she had neither written me an email or came back, so I was to assume that she had either gone home or was finished in our department.

 

Saturday rolled around which meant it was the last day of my workweek. The early morning sky was overcast and there was a slight mist in the air. The cold air that was blowing seemed to drive the moisture like needles against my skin as I walked into the building.  I’d not heard or seen Amber since Thursday and was starting to get the feeling that she was trying to ignore me.  Was the moment that we had shared a one-time thing? My heart sank at the mere thought of it, but I had to realize that she was a married woman after all.  I got off work and stopped to grab something to eat on the way home, all the while thinking that I wish I could see her again to apologize.  I got home and planted myself on the couch and started flipping channels. Around eight-thirty the phone rang, it was Amber.  We talked for a few moments and I asked her what had happened and much to my surprise she just asked if she could come over and talk for a little bit, so I said that that would be fine. 

 

She arrived at my door about forty-five minutes later, cold and wet from the rain.  I got her a towel and she dried off as best as she could, but from the torrential downpour outside it had soaked her clothes completely and she was shivering like a newborn puppy.

I told her that she needed to get warm and said that the best thing for her to do was to take a nice hot shower and put on some dry clothes.  With chattering teeth she said ok and made her way to the bathroom.

 I heard the water start up as I searched for her some clothes. I wasn’t too sure what size she wore, so I just grabbed her some sweat pants, a t-shirt and some socks hoping that I wouldn’t be criticized too much for my choice of clothes. 

 

I was getting ready to go back into the living room when I heard her call out to me asking if I could help her. A moment of fear raced thru me as I thought that maybe she had slipped in the shower, but yet if she had I would have heard a ‘THUD’ or something.

I knocked on the door before I entered. The bathroom was warm and misty from the shower; it was almost like stepping into an early morning fog.

 

“Are you ok?” I asked. She peeked out from behind the shower curtain and smiled.

 

“Yeah, I’m fine. I was just wondering if you could help me take a shower. I sure could use some help washing my back.”  Wow. I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard.  As much as I had thought about her, it had never crossed my mind that I would ever get the opportunity to take a shower with her. I quickly stepped out of my clothes, letting them fall to the floor, not worrying if they were going to get wet or not and within seconds I was opening the shower curtain and stepping inside. The water was warm and relaxing, and the light spray that hit my face and eyes made me back toward the end of the tub and rub my eyes.  She smiled at this and said that I looked like a little kid doing that. I smiled back at her and stuck my tongue out at her.

 

“Careful with that, I’ll have to bite it if you do it again.”

 

“Oh really?” I asked, and I stuck it out again to see what she would do.

 

Since I’m about 7 inches taller than she is, she had to tiptoe a little bit and grabbed my tongue with her teeth and gave it a little bite.  I looked down at her and gave her a wink as she pulled away and smiled. Neither one of us said anything. We looked into each other’s eyes forever it seems. Her eyes seemed to have something to say but held back for reasons unknown. I leaned forward to kiss her and our mouths met slowly and softly; it was the kind of kiss that could best be described as pure and clean.

 

I felt her arms wrap around me as I did the same and pulled her close to me.  The feeling of her body pressed against mine felt wonderful. Never before had I ever met anyone who felt so good in my arms; it was a moment in time that I would cherish forever.

 

She pulled away from me and gave me a light smack on the butt and asked me if I could wash her back for her, and she turned around facing away from me.  I grabbed the soap and moved her hair out of my way.  My eyes ran down her neck, over her well-rounded shoulders, across her smooth back and down to her lovely ass cheeks where I let them linger for a few seconds before lathering her up with the soap. I watched as the suds ran from her shoulders and down her back and across her butt. This had more of a reaction than I thought it would because by now my cock started getting hard.

 

 I reached down and gave her a small pat on the butt. Much to my surprise she leaned forward and planted her hands on the shower wall and stuck her butt up in the air.  I put the soap away and reached down between her legs. Although the water was running over her backside, I could still feel that she was wet in more ways than one. 

 

She let out a slight moan and pushed down against my hand. Right then I knew that she was wanting more between her legs than just my fingers.  I withdrew my and reached down and grabbed my cock, which was by this time rock hard, and eased it between her legs. I’m not going to lie, but her pussy was hot, and by the time I was all the way in it felt like my dick was in a furnace.

 

“Oh God that feels so fucking good!” she almost screamed out and pushed back harder against me. I held it in for several seconds and then slowly started moving in and out of her. With each forward thrust she would let out a moan, and each time I’d back off I could feel her vaginal muscles grip at my cock, not wanting it to leave. I reached down and grabbed her by the hips and started to quicken my pace, and before long I was pounding my cock in her as hard as I could. Each time I’d thrust forward, the water that would collect between our bodies would shoot out on onto her back.  Oddly enough I found this extremely erotic, as it gave me the idea that I was shooting load after monstrous load of cum onto her back. I guess I got wound up in my own fantasy because I almost didn’t hear her as she started bucking against me and screaming that she was going to cum.

 

Now I’ve been with several women in my life and I like to think of myself as pretty decent in bed; I’ve never had many complaints considering that I’ve always tried to make sure that my woman was satisfied in bed, so it was nothing new to me to hear a woman scream that she was going to come. But tonight was different.  Moments after Amber announced that she was going to come, it seemed like as if the floodgates of Heaven had opened up and let loose. While my cock was still pounding away at her I suddenly felt her legs start to tremble and her vaginal muscles grip my cock like a vise and a gush of hot liquid splash against my balls and lower thighs. It was then that I realized that Amber was experiencing true female ejaculation.  I’d only ever met one other woman that could do that, and had read that it’s kind of rare, so with this newfound revelation it turned me on even more so, and I quickened my pace with renewed vigor. The harder and faster that I pounded, the more and more she seemed to cum. Eventually her legs started to give out and she started to slip down in the tub. My cock slipped out of her and slapped hard against my groin.

 

 I helped her off of the bathtub floor and turned the water off.  Her body was shaking and shivering almost as bad as when she’d first come out of the rain.  I told her to wait a few seconds and I came back with a towel and a bathrobe to wrap her up in.  She was still shaking when I laid her down on the bed and covered her up. I took a few moments to dry myself off before I crawled in bed and lay down beside her. Amber almost immediately snuggled up next to me, wrapping her right arm around me and laying her head on my chest.

 

 

We lay in silence like this for several minutes before Amber started to rub my chest.  She ran her fingers thru the hair on my chest and started to plant light kisses at the same time as she worked her way past my stomach and down to my cock. She started at the head and worked her way down the full length of my shaft, planting soft kisses along the way until she got down to my balls.

 

There she used her tongue and lightly flicked each one independently before taking them in her mouth to suck on. She did this for a few moments then started to lick her way back up my shaft all the way to my head where she circled her tongue around it before taking it into her mouth.  Her soft, full lips gradually worked their way nearly down to the base of my cock, and then came back up to the head to repeat the process while at the same time stroking me up and down. This was pure Heaven. I reached down and stroked her cheek, moving her hair away from her mouth.  I watched her work magic on my cock and I could feel my balls start to draw up.  She really started getting into it and increased her rhythm as I moved my to meet her hungry mouth.  Before long I was bucking like crazy, literally slamming my cock in and out of her mouth.  It wasn’t too long before I felt an immense orgasm welling up inside of me. Amber sensed that I was getting ready to cum and deep-throated me just as I let loose and shot load after load of cum down her throat. I don’t think she was expecting me to have cum so much because a couple of times she gagged and had to suck up some of it that had seeped out around her mouth. I didn’t think that I was ever going to stop as my body was wracked time and time again by one immense orgasm after another.

 

Finally after what seemed like eternity my body fell limp, but this didn’t stop Amber from finishing up what she had started and cleaning up afterwards by licking and making sure that she hadn’t let a single drop escape. When she got finished she came up and put her head back on my chest and softly ran her fingers thru my hair. I reached over and stroked her hair.

 

“I love you Amber,” I said.

 

She stopped rubbing my chest hair. I could see that her hand had gone from open-handed to a white knuckled closed fist. I could sense that her breathing had changed, and seconds later she got up and headed to the bathroom.  I got up and followed after her, but she closed the bathroom door before I could get to her.

 

“Babe, are you ok?” I asked. I tried the door handle but she had locked it behind her. “Sweetheart, I’m sorry. Please come out.” I could hear her crying behind the door. I wasn’t sure what to do so I sank down to the floor and laid my head against the door and listened to her cry and sniffle. 

 

I’m not sure how long she was in there, but when she opened the door I almost fell into the bathroom and onto the floor. She walked past me and towards her wet clothes that were lying on the floor. I got up and walked to her.

 

 

“What are you doing?” I asked her.

 

“I have to go.”

 

“Look babe, I’m sorry.”

 

“Sorry for what?”

 

“I’m sorry for hurting you.” I said and tried to put a consoling hand on her shoulder, but she pulled away.

 

“No, you have nothing to be sorry about. This is all my fault.”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m a married woman who is sneaking around and sleeping with a guy that I work with. I shouldn’t have done this.”

 

“I’m sorry, but you know we’ve been talking for a while and I told you before that I could fall in love with you. I can’t help it.” She turned around and stared me straight in the eyes. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and her eyes red and puffy.

 

“You knew that I was married and I told you how I felt about this. You knew that I would feel guilty. We should have stopped this before it went too far.”

 

“Why?” I asked now almost lost in the moment

 

“Because Dan, have you ever stopped to think that I was afraid?”

 

“Of what?”

 

“Of falling in love with you.” An awkward silence took hold of the moment.

 

“Do you love me?” She turned back around and continued getting dressed. “Do you?” I asked again.

 

“Does it matter?”

 

“I’d like to think that it does because I fell in love with you the moment I first laid eyes on you.”

 

“Well you know Dan, that’s the problem; You fell in love with a married woman, knowing that we could never have what you wanted.”

 

“You didn’t want this?”

 

“Dan look, I do love you. You make me feel better than my own husband does and that’s what I’m so afraid of. I’m afraid of getting emotionally attached to you and falling too far in love with you for my own good.” I could see the tears again start to stream from her eyes. “Maybe if I was single it would be different, but I have a family that I have obligations to….” She trailed off and hung her head as emotions took over and the tears started to flow freely.

 

I came up behind her and gently placed a hand upon her shoulder, not sure what to do next. She slowly turned around and buried her face in my chest.  I wrapped my arms around her and held her close to me and whispered to her that everything would be ok.

 

The next few weeks at work were rough for everyone.  Amber found out that her husband was not only seeing her best friend, Brenda, but he was also going out on dates on Saturday nights with other women instead of going to play Poker like he had been telling her. Amanda filed separation papers after he openly admitted that he was merely staying with her so that she could support not only his gambling habit, but also provide him with money to go out on dates.

 

Brenda eventually admitted that she had made a move on Amber's husband shortly after they were introduced and that a lot of times she would ask him to come by her house at night when he got off of work.

 

As for me, I still live alone.  Amber and I have started seeing each other more often and she has admitted that what we have is what she has always wanted and needed for a long time. She comes over to my apartment almost every day and I have to admit that I have never seen her happier in the entire that I’ve known her. I fell for this woman from the moment I first met her and will always do my best to make sure that she is happy.

                           __________________________

 

Well, for the past week and a half, that small, two-room matchbox has been giving me a hell of a lot of trouble. My sink absolutely refuses to release any water. After consulting with myself over a dish of Ben & Jerry's, I called my friend Lenny.

"Hello?”

"Hey, Lenny. What'cha doing?"

"Jen! Not much, not much."

 He's the only one that I let get away with it.

"My sink is broken. I need you to come over and fix it."

"No prob, Jen."

"Shut up, and get your ass over here."

Lenny arrived shortly there after and assessed the situation with the utmost professionalism.

“You’re fuckin’ screwed. The hoo-dingy broke off the whatcha-macall-it. The thingy won’t hold now.”

“You’re so helpful.”

“You need a plumber.”

“I can’t afford a plumber.”

“Then you’ll be eating microwave meals and drinking bottled water for the rest of your life.”

“I like bottled water.”

“Call a plumber.”

A short while later, Lenny, in all his uselessness, left, and I sat around contemplating for a moment, consulting my cat Theo (short for Theoklymenos – ever read the Odyssey?) for a possible course of action.

Finally I decided it was inevitable, I’d have to call a plumber.

***

“I think I’ve found the problem, Miss,” I faintly heard the plumber, whose head was under the sink, say to me. I mumbled a slight response. My attention was elsewhere (namely, on his perfect tushie sticking out right in front of me.

He rattled off a few terms-of-the-trade, sprinkled with a few familiar words (“pipe” and “water” and such), though it wasn’t until the word “money” sounded that I snapped back into reality.

“I’m sorry?” I asked.

“I said that with the pipes re-rooted and the basin replaced, your total will be in the hundreds,” he said, standing up and brushing the dirt off his knees.

“Hundreds? I can’t afford that!”

“I’m sorry, Miss, but if this doesn’t get fixed, I’m afraid you won’t have any water for a very long time.”

I walked over to the table and slumped down in a chair. I felt like crying.

“What am I supposed to do now?” I asked no one in particular. I didnt have enough money to buy some of my stuffs and now I needed to pay the plumber.

“Well,” the plumber walked over and put his hand on my shoulder, “I’m sure you can think of some way to pay for it.” There was a hint of something in his voice. Could it be…?

With a softer, sultrier voice, I replied, “Oh, really…whatever could I do to get the money for it?” I stood up, small chest out as far as possible, and smiled at him meekly. I took a step closer and reached my arms up around his neck. I had to stand on my toes because of his tall frame.

He bent down, and our lips joined in passion. His tongue hungrily found my own, and they danced in celebration. I could feel a growing bulge inside his pants against my skin.

I felt myself being pushed backwards. I stopped my resistance and let Steve (I had read his nametag) press me up against the wall. His hands began to grope my chest. One moved down and lifted up my shirt. We temporarily broke our kiss to allow it to come off. I was a little unsure of the situation, but what could I do now?

With a swiftness and precision rarely matched, he unclasped my bra and tossed it aside. I moaned into his mouth as his large had caressed my breast.

His hands moved down to my hips, and he lifted me up without halting our kiss. He carried me into the other room of my apartment – my bedroom. Gently, he laid me down on the bed. His hand began to pull at my long skirt. I took my arms from around his neck and pushed it down, kicking it away. Left only in my panties, I was defenseless.

He gently pulled my panties down off of me. His hands were careful, but an air of eagerness hung around him. I didn’t fight him. I let the inevitable happen.

After a minute or two, our mouths separated, and he moved back and stood at the edge of the bed. My legs were spread, and he had a perfect view of my pussy, which by now was dripping wet in excitement.

I watched as he slowly slid the hammer out of the loop on his belt. My whole body quivered in anticipation of what was to come. My pussy got a distinct ache deep inside of it, a longing to be stuffed full. Primal instincts kicked in and frenzy came over my writhing body.

Steve knelt down and moved in close. His face was inches from my aroused cunt. He blew gently on my swollen clit. My whole body jumped. Shivers ran up my spine, and my toes curled. I watched breathlessly as he lifted his tool up to my twat and placed the wooden handle at the opening. It was cool against my fiery, swollen pussy lips. Slowly, he slid it inside me. The giant stick stretched my tight cunt to its limits. I moaned at the waves of pleasure rolling over my body, and my hand roamed down to my small tits. I began to tug and pull on them as Steve slid the hammer in and out of my dripping slit.

“Harder…harder…” I whispered.

“Beg for it, bitch,” Steve said with a sudden forcefulness. My bust swelled in excitement. Gasping for breath, I managed a few words.

“Please…please, ram it harder. Ream out my wet pussy!.”

Steve started to push the tool in and out harder and faster, and he yelled, “Tell me what you want, cunt!”

“Oh, Steve…oh…I want you to tear apart my twat. Stretch it…fill it…use it…”

The plumber just couldn’t take it any more. He pulled the hammer out of my aching snatch, much to dismay, and unzipped his pants. He pulled off his clothes, and I finally saw, in all its glory, the cock that had made that beautiful bulge.

I gasped. It was huge – it had to be at least eight or nine inches long, maybe more! I was both scared and excited to have it stretch out my slit. I twisted my nipples as I watched him stroke its length.

“Turn around.”

I didn’t need telling twice. I flipped over and raised my hips. I pushed back my ass to give Steve a perfect view of my reddened pussy. He walked over and pressed against me. I felt his cock slid over my slit and tickle my clit. My knees started to buckle, but he grabbed my hips and rammed me back against his cock. He slid in with ease, and we moaned together. He moved inside me quickly. I nearly felt ashamed at how much I craved and loved his meat stretching my tight cunt.

Finally, it got to be too much for me. My twat started to spasm and tightened like a vice around Steve’s massive cock. My whole body started shaking uncontrollably as hot cum streamed out of my slit. The feeling of the sticky goo on his dick made the plumber’s own orgasm begin. He called out, a sort of nondescript moan, and I felt hot sperm shoot deep inside of me. With one last thrust, his orgasm subsided, and he pulled his cock out of my pussy. I collapsed onto the bed.

I found myself satisfied and suddenly very tired. Sleepily, my eyelids fell down, and I drifted off to sleep.

***

I woke up hours later, still naked, with cum on my thighs. I looked around. Steve was gone, but a little note was lying on the table.

Pulling on a robe, I walked over and picked up the paper. All it said was:

-

Great fuck. You won’t  it.'

Steve

I set the note down on the table, a smile on my face. I couldn’t wait for tomorrow!

     Finally the bell rang and there was a frantic rush for the door. Cassandra longed to join her friends but she could hardly overlook the directive from her teacher. So instead she sat at her desk and watched him sort through some notes. His eyebrows arched in concentration, furrowing his broad forehead; he blew a lock of unruly brown hair out of his eyes from time to time. He wasn't she decided, an unattractive man!

     Just as Cassandra was starting to believe he'd forgotten his note, he looked up and focused his attention on her.

    "Miss Peters, please come here." Surprised by the sternness in his voice, Cassandra walked up to his desk. His looked at her solemnly.

    "Honestly Miss Peters, I don't know what to do with you. You haven't attended seven classes this semester, and the absences aren't excused. I have to say that yes, you have turned in every assignment and to be honest, blown me away with your writing skills. However, with the end of the semester approaching I must warn you that you have only a C-minus in this class. Attendance I'm afraid, is unavoidably twenty percent of the grade."

     Cassandra gaped at him. "A C-minus? But Mr. Peters, my parents expect me to get into Princeton...I must have an A."

     Mr. Peters sighed, "I don't know what you want me to say Cassandra. Did you really expect to pass this class with flying colors based on your essays alone?"

     Cassandra bit her lip and stared at the floor. Yes, she had hoped that might be the case, she realised. The reality was just too much for her and she began to cry.

    "It wasn't my fault Mr Jamieson," she sobbed, "Mom had to spend a lot of time in hospital after the auto accident and I just needed to stay at home to help out. Dad doesn't get back till real late and I had to do the cooking....everything." Backing up to the nearest desk she slumped forlornly in the wooden chair. "You can't give me a C-Minus....please!!"

     He looked at her compassionately.

    "They're not my rules Cassandra," he responded slowly. "They are set down by the educational bodies and however much I wish I could change them for you, I can't! I know about the accident, I know you've had it really tough at home for quite a while, but you simply never brought in those signed absentee notes I asked you for. You really have left me no choice here."

     Silent tears running freely now down her pretty face she looked across at him. Even with full attendance and three more straight "A"s, the best she could hope for come end of semester was a B plus. It wasn't enough. Crying wasn't going to address the situation she realised. When 'you're desperate' she reasoned, you use whatever tools are available.

    "Won't you please reconsider Mr Jamieson," she asked softly "I'll do anything - absolutely anything you want."

     The balance of power was definitely shifting. This was a situation completely outside the thirty-five year old teacher's experience. Even as he responded, the uncertainty in his voice was evident.

    "Are you meaning what I think you're meaning Cassandra?" he all but stuttered.

     She just stared hard at the desktop. "I have to get an "A" in English Mr Jamieson, don't you understand that? I have to"

     He looked at her with a kaleidoscope of emotions running unchecked through his grey matter. Despite the fact he was a decent man with a strong moral fiber, the truth was he now realised, that Cassandra appealed to him over and above that which might be considered appropriate in any teacher-student relationship. Whilst he had never actually gotten to the stage of contemplating any sort of marital infidelity in the past, he had to admit that on more than one occasion, the sight of this particular student's curvy little bottom exiting the classroom, had imprinted itself on his subconcscious.

    "I don't think that is really what you want Miss Peters," he announced with little assurance, realising even as he spoke, that the statement made no reference to any reticence from his own standpoint. If any retreat had been planned - no one had mentioned it to the cavalry!

     The girl stood up and was staring at her teacher with a mixture of embarrassment and trepidation.

    "We could both be dismissed, you know?" he muttered. She nodded but took no backward step. The prominent blush in her cheeks he found most attractive.

    "Think maybe I had better take some precautions," he added nervously, intentionally avoiding all eye contact as he walked past her, to the far end of the room, whereupon he turned the key in the lock.

     Having regained the relative security of his own desk, he sat in the chair and motioned to Cassandra to step forward. Hands at her sides, she approached him.

     Observing the girl more with studious appraisal than any lustful intent, he took in her slim figure, pretty rather than overt breasts, beautiful facial features that at just eighteen now, had blossomed to technical adulthood. She looked considerably younger he mused. Patting his knee, he extended an arm towards her.

     Sensing his own extreme lack of confidence under the circumstances, she allowed herself to be drawn down on to his lap, where the playing field was anything but level, she couldn't help but notice. As her flush deepened and he in turn became aware of the reason for such, he decided that time was of the essence. Galvanised into action by a combination of her youthful femininity and the sensation of so sexy a little bottom atop his crotch, he allowed himself the luxury of slipping an arm around her waist.

     He felt her tense-up but figuring this was no time to be indecisive, slipped his hand upwards and enclosing the girl's entire right breast, squeezed the softness within. Letting out a shocked gasp she instinctively pulled his hand away.

    "I think the words you used were 'I'll do absolutely anything you want' were they not Cassandra?"

    "I'm sorry...nerves I guess Mr Jamieson," she muttered "I've never done anything like this before." She allowed him to restore contact with her breast and even as he began to grope her gently she felt the adrenaline kick-in. The feeling wasn't wholly unpleasant she had to admit.

    "Are you still a virgin then m'dear?" he asked tremulously, the sensation of squeezing this particular teenage student's hot little breasts rendering him positively light-headed

    "Uh huh!" she replied, her eyes watching as both his hands now felt her up with a growing confidence. Whatever that physiological reaction was manifesting itself between her legs, it was nothing she could classify as a hardship.

    "You are such a pretty girl Cassandra," he whispered, "I'm not hurting you doing this am I?"

    "No Mr Jamieson, its OK," she replied.

    "Oh and you needn't refer to me as 'Mr Jamieson' any more either," he smiled at her. "Hardly appropriate under the circumstances is it?" he added. "Just call me Craig."

     For a moment or two silence reigned as he continued fondling the girl's breasts increasingly aware of her unforced arousal, courtesy of those delightfully hardening nipples that her thin blouse was doing less than nothing to shield from his finger exploratory.

    "May I kiss you?" he asked her suddenly.

     Simply the bizarre attending circumstances - a young female student being sexually assaulted on the knee of a way older teacher and he asks her for a kiss? - made her involuntarily giggle. The humor of the moment was cut short however as their lips met.

     Kissing though not unfamiliar to the girl, had been limited to a few close friends of her own age - girls and boys if the truth be known. Never though had she experienced such familiarity with a man in his thirties and thus despite both the age-difference and the inappropriate scholastic connections, she had to admit this was a step-up in class.

     From Craig's viewpoint, this surely was the epitome of every male fantasy. Groping unrestrictedly a sexy teenage girl while kissing her hard on the lips, even as her bottom continued playing havoc with his procreative equipment-in-waiting....they don't write better screenplays!

     Beginning now to undo the top few buttons of her blouse, she gasped softly as he exposed her low-cut bra and dynamically arousing cleavage, A frilly little number, more concerned with fashion than support one assumes, it was the work of but a moment to slip his fingers inside her left cup. She gave a little gasp as they brushed across her engorged nipple and was fully unable to prevent a blush from coloring her cheeks.

     He wasn't looking at her cheeks though and using either hand now, began manipulating both nipples which achieved two things. Her bra was of course worked low enough that both breasts were almost fully exposed to his vitally interested gaze and her fine dark nipples became even more distended as his fingers worked their dexterous magic.

     As for Cassandra she could hardly believe she was sitting willingly on a man's lap, pretty much topless, allowing herself to be molested at will. Of greater concern, her body seemed in no hurry to be sending out May Day calls. If she didn't know better it was relishing this newly come-by learning curve.

    "May as well take these off," he murmured to no-one in particular, as he undid the rest of the buttons before peeling off her blouse and tossing it on his desk. Even as he unhooked her bra and began pulling the straps down her arms Cassandra just sat there, justifiably proud of her firm young breasts that freed now of their social constraints drew an appreciative if not limited audience.

     Inclining his head, he had barely even closed the gap between lip and nipple when she pushed him back firmly. "Noo, you can't do that.....Craig," she admonished.

    "Oh I think I can Cass," he smiled, "You're not even close to a C plus yet!"

     Reluctantly she withdrew her arm and sat there rather prettily he observed - an obedient fourth grader, waiting for permission to read aloud her essay.

     As he first kissed her breast before teasing the nipple with his tongue, she let out a small whimper, beginning to wriggle on his lap in embarrassment. Craig however was far from embarrassed and as the texture of her nipple combined with the vaguely milky smell of the breast itself, wholly absorbed his concentration, he began to draw down on her teat completely transported by the combination of recalled childhood comfort and the sexual arousal such an act unavoidably generated.

     For her part, Cassandra found herself in a whole new ball-park - one where adults played quite obviously. Unaware she was letting out small gasps of pleasure, she held his head against her breasts as he suckled her first one side then the other. The harder he drew down, the stronger the communications being exchanged with vaginal HQ. As the messages grew more urgent she could not avoid slipping a hand onto her lap and depressing an area of her skirt that in other circumstances might be described as 'interesting,'

     Fondling that which he wasn't already sucking, Craig was a man on a mission. No girl should be this sexy he decided. Wondering just how he could ever face up to her again in class he was suddenly distracted by the proximity of the girl's hand in her own lap. On little more than auto-pilot, he slipped his hand up beneath her skirt - she was after all sitting almost side-saddle.

     This most assuredly brought a reaction.

    "Nooo, not up there...please!" Her sharp intake of breath, shocked expression and rapid closure of her legs might in other circumstances have acted as some deterrent, but when a man has just about blown his wad sucking a girl's bare breasts while she wriggles sexily on his knee, you really can't expect a total withdrawal of all active troops. Besides there was unfortunately for Cassandra, an unfulfilled contract to see out, and of which she was quickly reminded.

    "If a B Minus is enough for you m'dear, we'll call it a day then," he smirked at her. "Your choice sweetheart!"

     Even as her legs parted, at least to the extent that her tight little skirt would permit, a delicate frown flitted across her face. "You really shouldn't be doing this Craig," she muttered. "I only meant for you to have a feel."

    "Well that's all I'm doing Cassandra," he grinned, insinuating his hand well up between her thighs where the heat was - if not volcanic....a tad on the warm side. The blush returned and with now the twin pleasures of seeing the young girl's breasts jiggling each time she wriggled her hips, as well as the hem of her skirt riding high up her legs, he was made even more aware of his pained erection that was struggling for survival in that land-locked cavity beneath her bottom. That she must have been aware of the caged serpent on hand could not be in doubt.

     In fact Cassandra was cognizant of Craig's little problem and despite herself, the imminent presence of so sexual a threat was only adding to her own escalating arousal.

     His hands reached the front of her panties...sexy little white cotton briefs that already were peeking out beneath her indecently rumpled skirt. Adding to the visual delights one couldn't help but notice, the contrast between the soft white skin of her thighs and the roll tops of those fishnet leggings she had selected to wear that morning. At the point he began rubbing her intimately, both were locked in to their respective countdowns even if they didn't yet know it.

    "God Cassandra, that feels so sexy," he whispered to the young girl as she struggled emotionally to deal with what was being perpetrated upon her hitherto unchallenged innocence. Trying to balance the reality of having to allow her teacher unrestricted sexual access with the knowledge that such was inherently wrong was inhibiting her thought processes. Added to this was the realization that her body was taking extreme pleasure from his caresses and tactile indulgencies.

     As he began to kiss her she felt all resistance crumbling and was even unaware she had spread her legs wider to accommodate his aggravated up-skirt therapy.

     He could feel the dampness through the thin material and rubbing her now the full depth of her vaginal ingress she was freely moaning and encouraging further interplay. Slipping a finger up beneath the leg of her panties he located the clitoral hood with little difficulty and set up a vibratory assault there which ultimately would be taking no prisoners he knew.

     Completely adrift from any world she had ever known, the girl was emitting small cries of pleasure now as the pressure built to intolerable levels. "Don't stop, don't stop," she pleaded even as he fingered her to the edge of reason.

     Using two fingers, he could feel how engorged she was and how taut her young pussy had become under his relentless digital massage. The moisture on site was simply the icing on the cake - proof indeed that you really can't beat the hands-on approach.

     Limited in dialog to "Ohhhh" Cassandra was suddenly lost in the perfect storm. As the shock waves eddied out in concentric circles, causing her hips and bottom to wriggle, her nipples to tingle and her pussy to bear the brunt of the ensuing seismic rift, she didn't even hear herself cry out with pleasured release.

    Craig did....he was even privy to the onset of some pre-cum now overflowing rather pointlessly beneath the young girl's sexy little posterior.

     Unable to bear further stimulation temporarily, she pulled his hand out of her panties.

    "That was soo incredible," she volunteered. She made as if to disengage herself from his lap.

    "And where do you think you're off to young lady?" he asked her.

    "Just going to put my bra and top back on," she replied.

    "I think not Cass," he said, taking a hold of her arm. "What you can do though is take that hot little skirt off now...always had a hankering to see a girl your age running around my classroom in just her panties."

    "That's disgusting Mr Jamieson," she gasped.

    "Oh, Its back to 'Mr Jamieson' now is it?' he chided her. "Well no matter I suppose....makes it sound even sexier. Naughty student misbehaving and all."

    "I'm not gonna parade around here in just my panties?" she announced defiantly. "That's totally off!"

     He smiled at her, "Well, speaking of things being "off" sweetheart, although you definitely made B Plus with that last little performance, you are still adrift from any Princeton ranking I'm afraid, so I guess you're just gonna have to do what your teacher tells you. Its that or you take the B Plus.

     Aware she was trapped and without any aces left to play, she sighed and then simply unhooking the small clasp, she ran the zipper down and let the skirt fall to the floor. The now fully awesome aspect of probably the grade's prettiest student, stranded mid classroom solely in her leggings and a pair of white panties close to three sizes too small for her, almost robbed Craig Jamieson of his remaining sanity.

     Trying to cover up both nipples and her rather pronounced camel toe was a task and a half. It merely drew attention however to her rampant femininity. That isn't to say Craig wasn't taking the greatest pleasure in eying off the girls unwanted predicament. Had he stood up himself though, Cassandra might have been equally fascinated by proceedings, especially those some six inches or so beneath his belt-buckle.

     Indicating that she should 'approach the bench' as it were, he co-erced her verbally to return to the seat of power, taking her hand as she neared him and at the last moment having her turn around so he could admire the sculptor's work from the rear. There was much to admire. She flinched as he smoothed both hands down her cheeks taking the greatest delight in observing the line of that beautiful cleft as it sank from view beneath the waistband of her panties.- the ultimate event-horizon one might deduce.

    "Don't take them down please," she yelped as he tugged at the soft material suddenly, revealing more than half her naked bottom to his gaze. Patting her right cheek suggestively, he allowed her to pull them back up to hip level.

    "Tell you what Cassandra," he said, still toying with her rear-end somewhat indecently, "I'll give you a choice. Either you take your panties off now in front of me or I let you put that skirt back on first and then I take them off for you?"

    "If I let you do that Mr Jamieson, can I please go home then?" she replied none too confidently.

    "We'll have to see about that sweetheart," he answered. "I guess you HAVE been a good and compliant little girl this afternoon."

     Retrieving her skirt, she had no sooner zipped it up when he put his arms around her waist and pulled her too him. Fully off balance, she fell back on his lap just as his hands found their way up beneath her hem once again and began re-familiarising themselves with the architectural delights between her legs.

     Her eyes closed, she allowed him to molest her unhindered.

    "Stand up for me Cass," he instructed. No sooner had she done so, than he took a hold of the waistband and with his face but inches now from her curvy little rear, peeled her undies past her leggings and down to her ankles. Obligingly she stepped out of them.

    "Does that feel sexy sweetheart?" he asked, "standing there in just a short skirt with no panties on?" The truth was - it did, but she was not about to share such intimate home-truths.

     A full scale discussion on the subject was never even to reach gestation stage however, since his grip around her waist tightened at that moment and with the least exertion, he pulled her back on to his knee. She gave a small cry of surprise that was replaced by one of genuine shock. Straddling his knee as she now was, her parted legs revealed a hitherto unchartered actuality. Not only unzipped, her teacher's erection announced its clear intent, standing to attention there between her thighs, in honored tribute to the Star Spangled Banner quite obviously.

    "No way," she cried out, You're not going to fuck me now are you?" She tried unsuccessfully to exit the playing field.

    "Well Cass, I wouldn't have put it quite that indelicately," his arm around her waist tightened. "But you have latched on to the general direction of things here. Think of it as your "final exam" sweetheart. I'll be gentle."

    "Nooo...please.."she sobbed. "I'm a virgin...I could get pregnant."

     Suddenly lost in some excruciatingly hot images that her words generated, he was silent for a few seconds.

    "Cassandra," he responded eventually, "This isn't a multiple choice question I'm afraid. You want an "A" - you let me fuck you here and now. What's it to be? You needn't worry about pregnancy either, there are pills you know!"

     Naively she hadn't even considered it might have come to this. Her tears were real and she regretted now ever embarking on such a drastic course of action. As she looked at her teacher's erection however, its very proximity was arousing to her she had to admit. Perhaps the concept was worse than the reality? Idly, she took a hold of it.

    "I'll take that as a 'yes' then," he whispered, following up with a kiss just below her right ear. She really smelt so young and inviting.

     Not too many girls lose their virginity straddling their English teacher's lap butt naked, save for a skirt of such brief proportions. In actuality, the window of opportunity as it were at that angle, favors the uninitiated as the girl is fully able to control the degree of penetration simply by spreading her legs marginally or using her feet pretty much while standing, to absorb the pressure on her hymen at any given moment. This isn't to say it didn't hurt her. Although he was true to his promise, very gentle and respectful of her virginal state, making headway was slow and Cassandra was wincing in pain up to the moment she herself relaxed sufficiently to allow him to push up finally into the promised land.

     The sensations afforded her nervous system as she felt him suddenly penetrate her vagina deeply, quite outstripped his own pleasures. She eased herself lower, fascinated to see his quite large erection sinking into her most intimate of orifices with such apparent ease. She could see a few spots of blood but the pain of the past few minutes was obliterated by what he was now doing to her.

     Something less than cool calm and collected himself, after all the illicit pleasures to be had, penetrating a sexy young virgin on your lap, her bottom jiggling inches from your face while you grope her breasts stupid, - never mind her being one of your students - does have its appeal!

     Establishing eventually a rhythmic upthrust, he could hear Cassandra's breathing following the same line as his own - tortured to the point of pleasurable agony. Holding her hips tightly he was entering that wonderfully tight little chasm - one that she evidently kept hairless and smooth - with increased purpose.

    "You are so sexy sweetheart," he offered up in full praise of younger women generally. "I could....."

     He never got to finish the sentence as right at that moment, someone called out "Fire in the hold."

     Her eyes closed in orgasmic bliss, she felt something hot and sticky spraying deep inside her. For a full ten seconds she was unable to find the "off" switch as her vaginal muscles refused to unclamp their prey whilst her hips continued their automated downward thrusting.

     The post coital experience for both protagonists was one of pleasured respiratory re-affirmation. Their systems were re-set!

     Slumped in his chair up alongside the blackboard, Craig Jamieson felt all of his thirty-five years. The last thing he was expecting was the young girl to turn around, hands provocatively sliding across her glistening pussy - the ultimate Cheshire Cat....albeit on heat!

    "I'd really like to make sure I get a straight "A" Sir!"

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            As I made the drive home, I could not get over how attractive she was, how sweet she was, or how much I wanted to not just fuck her, but make passionate love to her. After a while I stopped thinking about her and started to think about the new job I had just gotten. I felt accomplished to be 23 years old with a good job at a relatively big company. I was young and on my way up. I finally got the job, weeks in the gym were starting to pay off on my 6’, thick, white frame, and now I just needed a good woman and I’d be set.

            My first day at work had turned out to be Audrey’s last as she was headed back up to the company’s corporate office in Northern California. Any diminishing that time had on her image in my memory was quickly undone. I stared as she pranced around the office saying her good byes. She wore a navy blue business suit similar to the one she wore the day she interviewed me, and it did just as lousy a job as the other one had at hiding her curves. She looked mouth watering and I savored the picture knowing I wouldn’t be seeing much more if any of her.

            The job turned out to be great. I settled in, made friends with my coworkers, and seemed to impress my supervisors. A little over a week had gone by when I received an email from a company address I didn’t recognize. I opened it up and to my utter shock, it was from Audrey. It was friendly at best, asking me “how I liked the job?” and “if I needed anything to let her know”, but I was thrilled as to see that she still remembered me. I know I had made a good impression on her at the interview, and that heat in my crotch was foolishly making me wonder how good. I knew that she was just being nice, it fit her personality. For the next month I exchanged a couple emails a week with her. I learned that she was 39 years old, had no kids, and had dedicated herself to her job ever since her divorce nearly 3 years ago.

The emails were only friendly, until she told me that she was coming back to Southern California for a 2 day conference and suggested we have lunch. On the day we were supposed to have lunch she called me at work to cancel, saying that the conference had run over. I was disappointed but I tried to play it cool like it was no big deal. I hadn’t expected anything to come from having lunch with her, but I thought it’d be a treat just to see her.

It was almost time to go home when she called again. She hoped I didn’t think it was “inappropriate” but since she couldn’t make lunch she’d “like to have dinner” . Again I tried to be modest, and not say yes too quickly, so after holding a phony pause as long as I could, I said “sure why not”. I grabbed breath mints and cologne from the drawer in my desk and rushed to the bathroom to freshen up best I could. I was to meet her in the restaurant at the fancy hotel she was in at 7pm.

              I walked through the lobby of the hotel following the signs leading me to the restaurant. Down a long hall and after a couple turns I found myself in front of the opening of the restaurant. As soon as I stepped inside I saw my prize sitting at the bar. She had on a simple white dress decorated in brown and gold flowers that perfectly complimented her gorgeous curves and the skin tone shown on her bare shoulders and arms. I smiled at my greeter letting her know that I was there to meet someone at the bar, and strolled over to Audrey. I said hello and she whipped her head around with a welcoming smile. I figured I’d shake her hand, but she hopped up and gave me a nice warm hug like I was an old boyfriend she hadn’t seen in years. I savored the touch and was aroused by her engaging perfume.

I looked older than 23 in my business attire. The age difference was still obvious, but she didn’t seem the least bit concerned with being accompanied by a younger man or what people might have thought about it. As I began to sit down next to her at the bar she stopped me, telling me she had reserved a table for us. After finding out she was working on her 2^nd Long Island iced tea, I ordered a drink before we headed to our table. It was in the back corner of the dimly lit restaurant. It was obvious that she had requested a table away from the crowd and that had me excited. I was on my second rum and coke, we had already ordered, and were quickly in deep conversation. I tried not to act so excited but I’m sure the ear to ear grin on my face gave me away. I wasn’t too worried though, because she had one too.

Dinner was great, the conversation was better, and I had to catch myself before she caught me staring at her cleavage, she looked so arousing. She had warm motherly like mannerisms but a personality that was young and sexy. Everything about her turned me on. I had blatantly stared at her curved ass when she scampered off to the ladies room, and my eyes did their best to capture as much of her tits bouncing on her chest as she walked back. We were having such a good time that my watch read 11pm when my eyes finally glanced at it. She paid the bill after refusing to let me pick it up and wanted to walk me out of the restaurant. We left through the back of the restaurant and found ourselves in an empty long hallway that led to a big exit door. We practically crawled down the hallway trying to savor the last moments of the evening. A few feet before the door we stopped, she thanked me for a great evening and put her arms around me to hug me. Although I was nervous I squeezed her back. I knew the attraction was mutual and we had gone beyond just being friendly, but I had no idea how far she wanted to go or what I could get away with and I surely didn’t want to mess things up. Nervously, I pulled away to create just enough space for a kiss, and I saw the same uncertainty that I had felt, on her face. Seeing that gave me the confidence to lean down and kiss her; soft and slow at first, our lips pushed into each other. I began to pull back thinking we were ending the evening nicely when she kissed harder and pulled me closer to her. I let my mind go and let my instincts take over. I softly rubbed her lower back as our lips found a good rhythm. We both came up for breath but when we went back in our mouths parted leaving enough room for our tongues to meet. Our tongues wrestled each others as our lips still moved in rhythm. Her soft breasts pressed against my chest and I lowered my hands to her ass. I went from softly massaging it to cupping as much of her ass as I could get my hands on. The passionate kissing and ass rubbing gave me a hard on that I knew she could feel stabbing through my pants. She broke our kiss and looked down at the hard cock trying to bull through my crotch. She grabbed my cock with her perfectly manicured hand and eagerly massaged my cock through my pants. She looked deeply into my eyes saying everything that needed to be said without saying a word before kissing me again with even more passion than before. We stood in that hall, my dick in her hand, her ass falling out of mine for what seemed like a long time before we finally broke the embrace. She suggested we go up to her room and off we went.

We walked hand in hand to the elevator, stepped in, and as soon as the elevator doors closed, Audrey turned to me and told me how happy she was to be with me at that moment. I smiled and told her that I felt the same way as I leaned in and kissed her. When we reached her floor she grabbed my hand and led me to her room. Once inside we walked past the front room that had a sofa, a chair, and a couple of tables and went straight to the dark bed room. She turned on the small lamp next to the bed and we embraced again, falling softly on the bed. Kissing heavily, I laid on top of her, my body draped off to the side. No longer holding back my hand quickly found her breast. I began to caress them through her bra and dress and when that wasn’t enough I pulled down the strap to her dress and bra and heaved out one of her big tits. The big tittie laid on her chest with an areola nearly the size of a coaster shooting a perfect nipple into the air. I broke our kiss and leaned my head down to take her nipple into my mouth. She moaned softly as my tongue flicked her nipple. I sucked it in hard trying to taste everything I could. I reached up, puller her other straps down and performed the same thing on her other breast. Then I reached down in between her legs and began to rub her pussy through her soaking wet cotton panties. I continued sucking her tits and massaging her pussy until she reached her hand out searching for my dick. I eased up and gave her enough room to find what she was looking for. She eagerly grabbed at my dick through my pants and then reached up for my belt buckle. I stood up next to the bed as she undid my belt and pulled my pants and boxers as far down my legs as she could. My thick 7 inch cock sprang into the air; the head slightly shiny with pre come. She took off her bra, and her dress had slid down to her waste. She moved to the edge of the bed and leaned in to take my cock into her mouth. She wrapped her lips around the head, sucking it in with her tongue. I was overcome with pure pleasure. I tilted my head back and tried not to lose my balance. She began to take me in and out of her warm and wet mouth stopping each time at the end to give my head a quick lick. Overcome with lust and sensation I almost lost my balance. So I pulled out of her mouth, ripped my shirt from over my head, kicked off my pants and shoes and sat on the bed next to her. She slid her dress and panties over her hips making her fully nude, got on all fours, and leaned over my lap and took my dick into her mouth again. I reached around and began to rub her ass cheeks. She bobbed up and down my shaft taking it about halfway in then coming back up to swirl her tongue around the head of my dick, occasionally taking it all the way in and deep throating me. My hands alternated between caressing her ass and titties. She sucked my dick for a good while until I guided her away from it and onto her back in the middle of the bed. I leaned in and gave both of her nipples a quick suck before I moved my head over her mound. She spread her legs with welcome and the musty aroma of her well trimmed pussy exploded through my nostrils making me as horny as ever. She had a fat and juicy pussy with perfectly shaped lips. I wanted to go slow, but I couldn’t restrain myself. I took two fingers to each side of her cunt and spread it best I could. I stuck my tongue out as far as possible, and in an upward motion I greedily attempted to take her entire vagina into my mouth while moving my tongue toward her clit. Over and over again I lapped her entire pussy each time landing on her clit, flicking my tongue over it vigorously. She began to moan uncontrollably with wild passion. My tongue stayed on her clit as I inserted 2 fingers into her swollen hole. My palm facing up, I pulled my 2 fingers toward her g-spot while speed bagging her clit with my tongue. The sensible woman inside her tried to hold back the moans and whimpers, but I was happy to see her overtaken with pleasure as she erupted in orgasm. As horny as I had ever fucking been, I wiped her juices off of my face with the bed sheets and moved up to Rachel’s face. She was still coming down from the powerful orgasm but through her disorientation her lips found mine and we began to kiss passionately her tongue trying to absorb everything in my mouth. I then lowered myself so that my prick was directly over her pussy. Just before I grabbed it, she did, and lead me straight into her gaping hole. From the second I entered her I was in pure ecstasy. Her pussy was flaming hot and so wet I was almost paralyzed in it. I worked my way all the way in and had to pause for a second just to gain my composure. I was completely inside of her. I looked down at her to see her mouth wide open, her eyes closed shut, and a dazed look of pleasure on her face. Once I felt composed I began to slowly push my cock in and out of her. Within a few strokes she was moaning impatiently. Her moans were loud, but sweet and motivating. I knew that I had to man up and give her what she wanted; I knew I had to pound her pussy. I increased my pace slowly and once I found the perfect rhythm I rammed her cunt. She went crazy reaching out frantically. She grabbed at the sheets around her then my chest till she found a nice resting place for her hands just above my waist. She guided me in as I pumped my dick in and out of her. We went at it like this for a while. I would occasionally slow down, lean down and kiss her with all the passion in my soul and she hungrily returned the enthusiasm. I slowed my pace and then pulled out of her. Already proud of myself for keeping up such a feverish pace, I knew I wasn’t done. I grabbed her meaty thigh and guided her back onto all fours. She got into perfect position, her hips low and her ass mounted up into the air. I slid my dick in her pussy from behind, wiggling it around a little and adjusting my stance to get the proper angle before I began to fuck her again. I got back up to the perfect pace and we worked in unison, me plowing my cock into her and she working her beautiful ass back into me. The room was filled with the sounds of her sweet moans and her ass slapping against my waist. I would reach around and caress her tits and she’d reach back to grab my hand in appreciation. I was in pure ecstasy but knew I was almost ready to cum. I pulled my dick out of her pussy and lay down next to her. She then placed her knees to the sides of my waist and straddled my cock taking it all in at once. She leaned in, stuck her tongue down my throat, and reared back and begin to ride my cock. She had unbelievable form and ability. While staying on her knees she was able to thrust her hips and ass down into me going up and down on my cock. I reached up and grabbed the big flailing breast in front of me, licking each before throwing my head back in pure bliss. Feeling her ass slap down against my thighs while she took my cock deep inside of her was heaven and my dick began to spasm shooting cum deep into her pussy. I puller her down and she plopped down against my chest in exhaustion. We kissed, lay in each others arms and drifted into a deep sleep.

 

"for god's sake Mike what happened?" I placed my hand on my forehead as i began to explain what i could.

I had gotten the best news of my life i'm a writer and not only had my book (CSI: A Helping Hand) been published but it had olso been made into a cross over episode joining my three faverite programs, so we decided to throw a party to celebrate unfortanitly my publisher and wife Liz was unable to attend due to her being in New York aranging the publishing of the book.

As we where trying to have a baby i had made an appointment with Eric the next morning to make sure all the plumming was working and he had told me that night to go easy on the booze and not to have sex so as not to dampen the test result's, I had only had one beer but less than half an hour later i was hammered and told the rest of my guests including our younger brother Felix and his girlfreind Holly to have a good time and surrenderd to my bed room ( for those reading this who are still awake this is where it gets intresting :-) ) i fell asleep instantly and was later awoken to the fantastic felling of someone sucking me of opening my eyes i realised that my vision seemed blurred but i assumed by the tecknic being used Liz had gotten home early and wanted to surprise me, this made sence due to the fact that since we decided to have a baby we had been humpping like bunnies at all hours of the day and night, i was about to blow my load when i heard " now now we don't want that now do we!" soon my dick was deep inside her hot wet pussy, she was moaning louder and louder as she kissed my neck and i sucked her hard nipples, then she helped me up and got on her hands and knees, now as wobbley as i was i love this position and wasn't going to pass it up i slid in and started pounding away until finally see screamed " i'm cumming!!" and i shot load after load of my cream into her, i slid out and landed face first into my pillow as she kissed me she said that she was going to wash up and that she'd be right back.

" Wait just a second did you say you only had one beer?" Eric replied after afew moments " yeah i sware i just had the one" Eric got up and walked over to a drawer and pulled out a needle " ok roll your sleeve up, i'm going to take some more blood and get test done to find out why your aclcohol limit was so high" i did as i was told and Eric added " go on what happened next"

Well i woke up some time later and i was alone, hearing the toilet flush i relaxed and started to go back to sleep when someone hit me with a warm sloppy kiss assuming the party was ongoing and that Liz must have joined in and then came back to bed i returned the and was soon licking away at her pussy " she screamed that it was too much and that she wanted me inside her now again i slipped in easily and this time moved at a much slower pace, soon i was rolled over and she began sucking my cock this diddn't seem the same but it felt fantastic so i said nothing, she slid my cock back inside her and rode me cowboy style until i shot my load fro the second time. rolling to my right she slid me out of her and feel asleep as i softly rubbed her tit's and nipples until i feel asleep. when i awoke i was alone again and it was 8:45am still a little shakey i made it to the bathroom where i showerd and shaved then to my surprise Liz walked in the front door kissed me and appoligised saying that her flight was delayed and this was as early as she could get home.

Eric removed the needle and stared at me " so you had sex twice last night and you have no idea who with?" " no clue but i intend to change that"

to be continued....

this is a bit different for me so please lit me know how i did at DJuk1982@aol.com

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