This will be a multi -part story. This is part one. It’s a bit long, but there will be more sex in later parts. This part though takes time to explain a few things first. I would appreciate some comments.







Amelia’s surprise weekend: Part One







How is this happening?

That thought spun around in my head as Ian Graham led me into his house. His house was neat and organized and had an air of complete and utter normalcy.

That was going to change pretty quickly.

I’m Amelia, by the way. I’m five foot four, one hundred and twenty pounds, and one of the prettier girls at my school. At sixteen, my ass is round and tight and my tits are more than big enough for my small frame. I have light brown hair and green eyes.

Anyway, back to reality.

I knew I had been a bitch to him, but I never could have guessed he’d go this far.

It had been almost three weeks since I had accepted his offer to go with him to the school dance. I hadn’t liked him, but I had accepted his offer and decided I would play a trick on him. I showed up with someone else instead. He had dressed up really nicely too, and I had felt bad about it. But my friends started laughing and soon more than a few people were giving him a hard time. I had joined in, of course. He just leaned against the bleachers for the rest of the dance, keeping his eyes glued to the floor.

With anyone else I would have gotten away with that. Not that that made it right, but I can be a real bitch sometimes. I know that. I really did feel sorry for him though.

So, the weeks went by and I saw him a few times at school. He always looked at the ground and broke any sort of eye contact when he saw me. He really wasn’t a bad looking guy.

He was a little over six feet, short blonde hair, and brown eyes. He was in good shape too. He had to be for soccer. He was just one of those guys who preferred his own company rather than that of his peers. He was a loner and a bit of a geek. In high school that’s hard to overcome.

One day I was walking to my locker and I saw that someone had left a note taped onto the locker. I looked around and no one seemed to notice it in particular, so I went over to the locker and picked up the note. What I read made me start.

It read, “I have something you really need to see. Come to the A/V room after 8th period. Alone.”

I read the note and the initial thought was that one of my friends was playing a prank on me. I put the note in my pocket, and when 8th period was over, any fear I had felt had passed. So I walked over to the A/V room (which was on the other side of the school) and walked into the room, expecting to see one of my friends.

However, it was Ian instead that I saw. He was sitting near one of the televisions and he appeared to be doing something with his camera.

I looked around and decided it was just a joke and turned around to walk away.

“Hold up,” Ian said suddenly. “I believe you and I have something to talk about.”

I immediately remembered the dance and started apologizing. “Ian, I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to do that…”

“Yeah, I’m sure” he said, stopping me. “I’m sure you didn’t mean to embarrass me in front of half of all those people. We need to talk. And you better listen.”

My face grew red. How dare he talk to me like this!

“Ian you’re such a-“, I began but couldn’t finish. What appeared on the television behind caught my full attention.

The room was immediately filled with moans. And they were coming from me.

The lighting was poor, but you could tell it was me. On the television was a video of me and my boyfriend in the props room behind the stage in the auditorium. I was bent over with my ass facing towards him and my pussy totally exposed as he buried his cock in my ass.

“TURN THAT OFF!” I screamed at Ian, almost losing my head. “YOU FUCKING LITTLE PRICK!”

“Keep your voice down,” Ian said quietly as I watched myself get screwed. “We can talk about this without the yelling.”

Then quickly the video stopped and Ian leaned back in his chair.

“How did you get that!” I snarled at him, taking a step forward.

He laughed. “How do you think? You two should really check a place out before you decide to fuck in it. I was there to get a prop for one of my videos, and you two happened to stroll in. Luckily I had my camera.”

My head spinned with scenarios of everyone who could find out, what would happen if they did. “How much do you want for it,” I blurted out.

“Oh, I’m not parting with this,” he said, grinning. “I will however promise not to show any of it if…for the right price.”

“So how much?” I asked, getting impatient.

“Well, for starters, money isn’t what I’m asking for,” he said, picking up his camera and stuffing it into his book bag. “Is that clear?”

I stopped for a second. What did he mean by that?

“What then,” I asked, feeling a tension in my heart.

Ian flipped his book bag over his shoulder. “I think you know. Come one, we’re going to be late for my bus.”

“What are you talking about,” I said, bewildered. “I’m not going anywhere with you!”

Ian sighed. “Listen, you don’t get it. I have this video and I’ve made several copies. Now, if you don’t want the entire school to see this video Monday morning, then you’re coming home with me for the weekend. And you’re going to show me a good time, okay?”

I was startled by how nonchalantly he said it. I knew by now what he expected me to do. He wanted to fuck me in exchange for not showing anyone the tape. But I wasn’t stupid. I knew that he would take this as far as he could. What could I do though? He had probably made copies of the tape. My only chance would be to go along with it and hope that I would have a chance to even the odds a little, or at least find some of the tapes.

“Well I don’t know about you,” I said, “But I think that our parents will notice something if we just disappear for a weekend.”

“My parents,” he said, gathering the rest of his things, “Are going to be gone till Sunday night. They are going to see my aunt. Family problems, you see.” Ian zipped up his book bag. “You will call your parents and tell them you are spending the weekend with a friend. Give them my number, so if they call they get the right house.”

I felt a pit in my stomach. He had thought this out and there was more than likely nothing that I could do about it. I didn’t even have any idea how I would find the spare tapes.

“Come on,” he said. “We’re going to miss the bus.”

Now, mere minutes later, I stood in Ian Grahams house, the place where he meant to blackmail me for sex for the whole weekend.

It looked too clean. I placed my own book bag on the couch and sat down.

Ian walked up and handed me a phone. “Call your parents and tell them you’re staying with a friend. They’ll be wondering where you are soon enough.”

I took the phone and did as he said. My parents had no problem with it and couldn’t sense the tension in my voice.

When I had finished lying to my parents, Ian took the phone from me and put it back on the receiver. “Would you like something to drink,” he said.

He was so calm, acting as if he weren’t going to rape me. “Yes please,” I said, going along with it, trying to act calm as well.

When he was gone I looked down at the only pair of clothes I had for the whole weekend. A tight blue cotton t-shirt and blue jeans. I felt like throwing up.

Ian returned and brought two cokes. He handed one to me and placed the other on the table. “How are you feeling,” he asked, a tone of concern in his voice.

I looked at him and rolled my eyes. “How do you think? I’m here, against my will and you want me to do God knows what with you…”

Ian reached out and gently placed his hand on my shoulder. “If you want to go you can. I’m not keeping you here. Just know that if you do, that tape will be shown…to everyone.”

I stared at him…wishing that by doing so he would just burst into flames. Instead, though, he leaned over and kissed my on the lips. Almost instantly his tongue was in my mouth.

I pushed him off.

“You have to do what I want,” he said, leaning closer. “You keep forgetting what’s on that tape. I promise you this though. After this weekend…I’ll give the tape and all the copies. I’m a man of my word. Just this weekend and that’s it.”

“Alright,” I said, not feeling any better. After all, there was nothing keeping him to that promise. “Do what you want,” I said flatly.

Ian grinned. “Who knows…you may even like it.”

Before I could respond to that, he was all over me again. He kissed me deeply and stuck his tongue in my mouth. I didn’t resist and just let him kiss me. He took his left hand and gripped one of my breasts, rolling my nipple with his finger.

I was surprised, actually. He was good at kissing. He smelled good too. I started to kiss back. His hand continued to gently massage my breast and tease my nipple. I could start to feel my nipple getting hard through my shirt.

Oh my God…I thought. He’s actually good at this!

Just as that thought occurred to me, Ian pushed me down on my back and began kissing my nipples through my shirt, pressing his face into my breasts. It felt amazing and I had to check myself to make sure I didn’t enjoy it. I could feel his hard abs through his t-shirt with my hand.

Then I noticed the bulge in his pants and I couldn’t help from blushing. He looked big, bigger than my boyfriend.

Ian slid his hands down to my waist and began unbuttoning my pants. I lifted off the couch slightly and allowed him to pull them off me. I was now down to a shirt and panties.

Ian gave the same treatment to my shirt and bra, and it wasn’t long before I was wearing only my panties.

My breasts were now totally exposed to him and I turned my head, embarrassed. Ian bent down and took my left nipple into his mouth, sucking and caressing it gently with his tongue. His left hand shot down to my panties. He began rubbing my pussy through my panties and I could feel myself start to get wet.

I couldn’t help but moan softly as he reached a finger inside me. My boyfriend usually went straight to sex. He never bothered with trying to warm me up. Ian was being thorough though.

Just then I caught my hand on Ian’s cock. I had been rubbing it through his pants.

Ian laughed and smiled. “I think you’re starting to like this,” he said, sticking even more fingers into my now fully wet pussy.

I moaned loudly as he stuck two more fingers into me and I closed my eyes and threw my head back. Then he stopped suddenly and I opened my eyes.

“I almost forgot,” Ian said, getting up. He reached over for my purse and before I could stop him, he had found what he was looking for. “Here, take one of these.”

He threw me the container for my birth control pills. I looked up at him.

“I don’t want there to be anything between us,” He said. “Particularly a condom.”

I hesitated. At least he had thought ahead. I took one of the pills and put it in my mouth. I opened the coke and drank it down, swallowing the pill.

When I looked back at Ian, he was taking off his pants.

He looked at me and grinned. “Take off my boxers,” he said.

I obeyed him mostly out of a desire not to have that tape revealed. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t interested in seeing what kind of equipment he had, so to speak.

I pulled off his boxers and was shocked to find he had a hard, thick cock that looked to be at least 7 inches long. It was thicker than I would have thought as well.

Ian must have seen the surprise in my face. “I bet you wish you wish you wouldn’t have done what you did to me at that dance, huh? You could have gotten to do this a lot earlier.”

Ian placed his hands behind my head and gently pushed me towards his amazingly large cock. I knew what he wanted and was now happier to oblige him than I was willing to admit.

I licked the tip of his cock with my tongue and tasted the familiar taste of cock. I figured the faster I went, the sooner this would be over. He could only cum so many times.

So I took his cock into my mouth and went to work. I ran my tongue along the bottom of his shaft and pumped the rest of his cock that wasn’t in my mouth with my hand.

He may have been good at foreplay, but I could tell he wasn’t used to blowjobs. I could feel his hands gripping my head tightly and I could hear his labored breathing already.

I didn’t let up and began sucking his cock with even more fervor. I pulled of off his cock and started pumping with my hand.

“In over your head,” I said. “Just let me know when—“

Just then his cock exploded and his cum shot all over my face and into my open mouth. I immediately tasted the bitter, salty taste of cum and closed my eyes while I felt several more hot and sticky streams hit my face.

When I heard him sigh I opened my eyes. I couldn’t believe how much he had cum. My face felt drenched. I swallowed whatever cum was in my mouth and looked up at Ian.

He had lost some of his composure and was now staring open mouthed at me. “That was…amazing…” he said.

I began wiping his cum off my face and tasted it again. It was a little sweeter than my boyfriends. I didn’t actually mind swallowing it. I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of watching me eat the rest of his cum off my fingers though.

“Uh…do you have a towel?” I said, wiping off more of the cum.

Ian nodded and left off down the hallway.

While he was gone, I snuck another taste of his cum. It was definitely better than my boyfriends.

Ian returned with a towel and handed it to me. “Amelia…that was so good…”

I wiped the cum off my face and smiled. “I know,” I said. “Do you always cum that much?”

Ian smiled. “Actually, I haven’t masturbated since I got that video.”

I looked at him bewildered. “I don’t believe that.”

“It’s true,” he said. “I’ve been saving up for this for almost two weeks.”

I grinned. He may be the one calling the shots, but sexually I had the upper hand. He didn’t last very long with that blowjob.

I could see that he was hard again though. I needed to set the pace. That would be my only way to control the situation.

I bent over on the couch so that I was on all fours, with my ass facing him.

“Come one,” I said. “Fuck my little pussy. That’s why you brought me here, isn’t it?”

I looked back at him and saw the look on his face. It was priceless. Minutes ago I was his reluctant prisoner, and now I was bent over in from of him begging for it. He looked like he just won the lottery.

Placing his hands on my hips, he simply moved my panties to the side instead of taking them off. It took him a few moments to put his cock inside me, but when he did, I couldn’t help but sigh.

He felt bigger than any guy I had ever fucked. I felt fuller than I ever had before.

Ian just sat there inside me for a few moments, obviously overcoming the initial sensation of entering me.

I gave him a few playful squeezes with my pussy and he flinched. I could see that he was close to exploding already.

“Well if you’re not going to move,” I said, giggling a little. “Then I am.”

And with that said I started thrusting my hips backwards and forwards, fucking his cock. For about 10 or 15 seconds I was in heaven. His cock was perfect. He was right. I was starting to really enjoy this.

Ian placed his hands on my hips and thrusted several times and that was that. He may have been full of cum, but over a week of not masturbating, coupled with his inexperience, meant that he wasn’t going to last long.

I felt him cum inside me and I gasped. It was another huge load and I wasn’t prepared for it. I felt his hot sperm fill my pussy and my knees shook a little as I felt it hit the back of my pussy.

I heard Ian moan loudly and I smiled. Yeah, I’d say I have the upper hand.

Ian stayed inside me for a few moments and I felt him soften inside me. He pulled out and bent down. I felt his fingers part my now very sensitive pussy and I could see him looking inside me.

“What are you doing?” I asked, trying to see.

“You’re filled with my cum,” he said, opening my pussy even more. “It’s all the way up there.”

I laughed and squeezed my pussy. I felt the cum ooze out of my pussy and I heard Ian breathing hard.

If he could keep cumming like that, then this was going to be a long weekend.

And for the first time today, I was actually looking forward to it.