Chapter One – No Longer A Little Girl

It was meant to be a simple month-long visit while I got my life together.  Thanks to some horrible managerial maneuvers by my banker employer (sub prime loans, etc.) I was out of a job two weeks past my 30^th birthday. Never the type to save money, within two months I had serious cash problems.  No longer could I afford my Manhattan luxury apartment.  I needed help.  Mom and Dad weren't an option.  My friends were all either married or unreliable.  I decided that the best person to ask for help was none other than my ex-wife’s sister, Janice.

Janice was seven years my senior. Unbeknownst to my ex-wife, my friendship with Janice was based on a mutual fondness that allowed the friendship to survive the end of my marriage.  I had a longtime suspicion that Janice understood my true nature.  We were kindred spirits.  She never held my divorce from Jane (my ex-wife) against me.  I don’t think she and Jane were on the best of terms. 

A thin blonde woman of cosmopolitan tastes, Janice had married an investment banker when she was 20. For several years they lived in New York City, where they had a daughter, Denise.  She was an only child.  Eventually the marriage fell apart.  Fortunately Janice made out quite well.  She moved to Westchester County with Denise.  Despite them living only an hour away, I hadn't seen them in five years.  The last time I checked, Denise was an awkward young teenager and Janice was enjoying the millions from her divorce settlement.

When I called Janice and told her that I needed a place to stay temporarily until I got back on my feet, she was more than happy to help me out.  As I said, Janice always liked me.  Our relationship was strictly platonic.  I harbored no illusions about any sort of sexual relationship and I don’t think she did either. 

In truth, I was terribly embarrassed about the whole thing.  I didn't have enough savings and that's what got me into this mess.  All my money was spent on fancy dinners and high quality dominatrixes in NYC.  Yeah, I should mention that.  Since a young age I had submissive fantasies.  Now the money was gone and I'd have to chill on my penchant for cruel, young humiliatrixes.  Or so I thought.

I moved my stuff in on a particularly rainy Saturday in March.  Janice was great.  She gave me a nice room in the corner of their house.  Since it was just she and Denise, there was more than enough room.  The handsome brick house was located in a quiet residential area with tons of trees.  It had a huge yard (several acres) and over 2,500 square feet of living space. 

As I unpacked my clothing, I heard a, "Hey Uncle Fred."  I looked up and my eyes nearly popped out of my head.  There was Denise - only it wasn't the awkward adolescent I remembered.  Denise had turned into a sexy, vivacious young woman.  I could see she had retained some of the punkish qualities I remembered about her.  She wore a very short jeans skirt.  It ran way up her thighs, and underneath she had thick black stockings that went down to silly black Converse "Chuck Taylor" all-stars.  That wasn't what caught my attention though.  It was her legs, which had lengthened significantly since I had last seen her.  Now officially a “woman” at age 18, she had inherited her mother's elegant curves.  Her hips had filled in and now framed a lovely, tight, but undeniably feminine midsection.  She wore a faded pink t-shirt on top that looked a size too small.  Like her mom, she was narrow and plump in all the right places.  She had also developed a pair of beautiful little breasts.  They were small in circumference, but they jutted out like big ripe lemons (not melons) in a way that helped confirm her ascension from girlhood to womanhood.  Her hair was not the disaster I remembered it, all spiky in her adolescent years.  Now she had smoothed it all out and put it neatly back in a ponytail.  But I could see she had highlighted the front of it pink, another unfortunate relic from her punk days. 

She came right over and gave me a hug, her pointy little breasts pushing against my chest.  I took the opportunity to discreetly inhale her lovely young scent and immediately felt a stirring in my loins.

"So, I heard you got shit-canned," she said to my surprise.  "That totally sucks."

"Um yeah, it does," I said, embarrassed.

"Man, and you're like, 30 now," she said. 

I found her words quite bold and somewhat cutting. 

"Yep," I said.  "That pretty much sums it up."

"Well it's ok.  I'm sure mom will hook you up until you get your shit back together."

I couldn't believe her attitude. Although I found her bitchy, she talked down to me in a breezy way that reminded me of one of my favorite humiliatrixes.

"Well, I guess I'll be seeing you at dinner.  Laters," she said, walking away.

I watched that ass as she strode out of my room.  So bubbly and ripe as her hips swung back and forth.  She walked with unnerving confidence and sex appeal.

At dinner we made an odd threesome.  Denise had all these questions for me about living in New York - why didn't I have a girlfriend, and what type of job I was looking for.  Janice seemed to have a very laid back attitude with her only child.  She didn't stop her from proceeding with what I thought was a rude line of questioning.  The only exception was at the end of the meal, when Denise said, "So Fred, I just don't get it.  You're a good-looking guy, I mean - for a 30 year old - and you at least HAD a job.  You live in the pussy capital of the world and you don't have a girlfriend.  What gives?"

Janice snickered, and then said, "Denise, ENOUGH.  Leave the poor guy alone.  And stop talking like that, would you?  You're a young woman now.”  Yet, Janice was laughing as she said it, not exactly the picture of discipline.

"What?" said Denise.  "You mean pussy?"

"YES!"

"Pussy pussy pussy pussy!" She said, laughing.  "Wet, juicy pussy!  Oh mom, it's just a word."

Janice turned to me.  "This is what having a teenage daughter is like.  She's shameless!"  Yet to my surprise, she made no effort to quiet her down.  I think she actually appreciated her daughter’s unfettered confidence.

Meanwhile, my cock had stiffened in my pants.  It was such a turn-on to hear this nubile young thing talk such trash.  I had trouble hiding the bulge in my pants while I cleared the dishes.  Fortunately, Janice wasn’t really paying attention, and Denise had raced upstairs after leaving all of her food on the table. 

"Oh, you're going to do the dishes?  Isn't that sweet," said Janice.

"It's the least I can do, Janice."

"Good boy," she said in a ribbing sort of way.

Later as I was still cleaning up, Denise bopped into the kitchen to grab a soda.  She saw me wiping down the counters.  "Oh, I see mom has you earning your keep," she giggled.  "When you’re done I'd like you to make my bed and vacuum my floor."  She said it with a total straight face.  It occurred to me she would make a good actress.

"Nice try, Denise," I smiled.

Then to my shock, she reached out and grabbed my wrist.  "If I want you to do my room, you're going to clean my room.  Do you understand?"  She pointed to the stairs as though she was putting me to the task.  I stared at this young beauty until I saw the corners of her mouth turn upwards in a grin.

"Ha ha," I said meekly, feeling my cock begin to stir again.

I could have sworn I saw Denise's pretty eyelashes flicker down as she glanced at my crotch before she released my wrist, then wheeled around, and with a "fine, be that way!" she left the kitchen.

That night, I spanked off as I thought of my red hot niece.  She was a natural young femdom.  I knew it!  Of course, I couldn't do anything about it, except touch myself.  That much I knew.  I thought of her saying the word "pussy" and I couldn't help imagine what her pussy must look like.  It could only be incredibly healthy - not to mention tight, and juicy.  Janice was a sophisticated lady and I suspected she made sure her only daughter took great care of her vagina.  Just the thought of it all made me explode in a hot orgasm.

Friday - the fifth day of my residency in Janice's house - was the initial day of what would turn into the most rapturous weekend of my life.

Janice had left that morning for a weekend with a new boyfriend of hers.  Denise had school, or so I thought, until 2:30.  I did some half-hearted job searching in the morning.  Then at noon time I decided it was time to pleasure myself.  The source of my fantasies was no secret.  Denise had amazed me all week long with her sexy sense of fashion and that red hot little body.  Not to mention, she was a sassy, loud-mouthed young cunt that wasn't afraid to say whatever came to her mind.  She flirted with me constantly.  Thursday I had gone out for a mid afternoon jog and when I returned, I pulled off my shirt to wipe off the sweat.  I didn't notice Denise sitting on the porch with a couple of hottie friends of hers. 

"Whoa, Uncle Fred, looking hot!" she said, drawing giggles from her gal pals.  "We need to do something about the chest hair but that ass is looking quite shapely!"

"Denise," I said.  "Easy."

She ignored me and stuck her fingers in her mouth to make a whistling sound.  "Come on, Uncle Fred," she said.  "Wiggle that nice butt for me and my girlfriends."

I could feel myself begin to stiffen.  With no protection, I hurried inside.  To my surprise Denise followed me.  "Wait, Fred," she said.  "Where are you going?  I want to introduce you to my friends."

Now I had some serious tenting going on.  I raced upstairs.  "Wait!  I heard her yell.  What is the matter with you?"

"Not now, Denise," I said, locking the bathroom door behind me. 

Thinking back to yesterday, that was a serious close call.  But now I had the place to myself and was going to seriously enjoy a good whack-session.  Denise wasn't scheduled back home for several hours.  I had the opportunity I was waiting for - it was time to investigate her room. 

Inside, it was unusually messy for a girl's room.  In terms of colors, everything was either pink or black.  Her pink bedspread was a mess.  She had posters of famous and not so famous rockers, like Madonna, Gwen Stefani, and Liz Phair.  The room had that wonderful feminine smell.  She had a half-full box of tampons on her bureau and several wrappers next to them.  For some reason this caused me to spring an instant hard-on.  I opened her drawers until I found what I had been looking for - her panties.  To my great joy, she had a surprisingly refined taste in feminine undergarmentry.  Most of her panties were various shades of pink, but she had lovely turquoise panties and some light yellow pairs as well.  They all were quite lacy.  I looked at her laundry hamper and found a used pair of pink panties.  I stuck my nose in there and inhaled deeply.  It was a strong, musky scent, but I could swear from the smell that my suspicions were right, and she took great care of her prized vagina.

Now I desperately needed to jerk it.  But first I wanted to check out her shoes.  I loved female footwear and was thrilled to see that she didn't just wear Chuck Taylor All Stars.  She had a hot pair of black leather boots, as well as several pairs of fashionable pumps.  But the shoes that caught my eye were a pair of strappy pink open-toed sandals.  She wore a small size and the sandals were just so sexy, so feminine.

I had a serious ballbusting fetish.  I loved the idea of getting my nuts knocked rudely around by a hot, unforgiving piece of female ass.  There was just something about being made to suffer for the sole purpose of female entertainment.  

Acting on these dirty thoughts, I sat on Denise's rug with my back against her bed.  I pulled down my sweatpants and bunched them around my legs.  Then, I spread my legs.  With one hand I began to stroke myself and with the other I took one of Denise's pink sandals and began banging the tip against my balls.  I imagined Denise was standing above me talking trash in her hot outfit while beating my balls (and thus, me) senseless as I suffered beneath her.  

It must have been the sights and smells of her room.  Whatever the case was, I soon found myself deep in subspace, and a wonderful orgasm was boiling up from my loins.  I was experiencing so much pleasure I decided to hold off on coming.  Pre-cum oozed from the purple engorged head of my cock.  I was so fixated on my fantasy that I failed to hear anything.  Or maybe she was just so quiet.

Suddenly I heard a high-pitched voice: "What the fu-  Oh my gawd!"  I whirled around and there was Denise standing behind me to my right.  She had her hand over her mouth, and I could swear she was concealing a big grin.

I immediate threw down her shoe and in one fluid motion yanked my pants up around my throbbing dick.  Only it didn't work out so well.  My left foot slipped out of my pants; so when I tried to pull my pants up I could only pull up the right pant leg.  This left me red-faced and still exposed, with my dick sticking straight up in the air in plain view of my astonished little niece.  Now I just decided to hightail it out of there.

Denise was so stunned that she didn't stop me from running out of her room.  Then I heard her shout, "You totally just got busted, PERVERT!" followed by "Wait, Uncle Fred, we need to talk about this."

I didn't want to talk about anything.  I felt foolish and incredibly embarrassed.  Not to mention, I could only imagine what Janice would say when/if she found out.  I was devastated.  It occurred to me that I could end up in jail for this!  I ran back to my room and slammed the door.  Then I hiked my undies and sweatpants up over my hips and sat on the bed.  I put my head in my hands as I tried to figure out my next move.

Before I could even catch my breath the door opened and there was Denise.  She looked blazingly hot.  She was wearing her favorite short jeans skirt.  She had on a little pink see-through silky button down and beneath it I could see her little titties held by a white bra.  Instead of her Chuck Taylors she wore little white running shoes.  She had her hands on her hips and a smirk on her face.

"Denise, leave me alone.  I'm sorry.  I fucked up."

"I'm not going anywhere," she said.  "Look, Fred, if it makes you feel any better, I've suspected since we saw each other the other day that you were a perv.  Call it my female sixth sense.  I saw you trying to hide your little boner the other day when I was mocking your chest hair."  She waited for me to react.

"Ok, maybe I got a little excited, but"

"There was no maybe about it, Fred.  I have the power to make you hard.  Just admit it."

"Ok, fine, I admit it. " 

"I knew it," she said.  "I can smell the perverts a mile away.  It's not a big deal.  You can't help it."

"You aren't making me feel any better," I said.

"Oh bullshit," she laughed.  "Why not just admit, you like it when I talk to you this way.  I know all about guys like you, Uncle Fred.  You're a pussy whipped pervert.  I knew it the first time I laid eyes on you the other day.  You love it when a young woman like me bosses you around and makes you do stupid things.  Lord only knows how many boners you've popped in my presence over the past week.  I can practically make you erect by snapping my little fingers."  For emphasis, she did that very thing, and sure enough I could feel myself stiffen up. 

"I-" I began to stutter.

"Cat got your tongue?" she asked, laughing, and snapping her fingers again.  "I saw what you were doing with my shoe.  You were pretending I was kicking your balls.  I know you'd just love to be humiliated by me.  Just admit it."

This girl was making a lot of sense.  "Denise, I mean, I guess it's true, but this is crazy!  You're my niece for goodness sakes."

"So what?" She asked.  "It’s not like I’m going to let you lay a finger on me.  My clothes stay on.  Plus, it’s not as though we’re related by blood or anything.”

“But still, it’s not right,” I protested meekly.

“Fuck that,” she said crassly.  Look, jerkoff, mom is gone for the weekend and that means we're going to have some fun.  Or at least I'm going to have some fun with you.  It's confession time, Fred."

"Don't you have to be back in school?"

"Fuck School!" she said.  "I'm a senior and this is much more important anyhow.  Like I said, confession time, Fred.  Time for you to take your sweatpants off and time for me to drag your ass back to my room and teach you a few lessons you will NEVER forget."

“But Janice would never forgive me.”

“As long as my clothing stays on – and make no mistake about it; you will never see me in the flesh - my mom won’t care, and it doesn’t matter because she isn’t going to find out.  Your perversions will remain our little secret.”

I felt myself weakening again.  This was like a dream come true.  Who cared that it was my niece, really?  A part of me knew it was probably wrong but I felt stronger forces take hold.  I stood and began to remove my sweats.

Denise began laughing.  "Look at the PERVERT do exactly what his little niece tells him to do!  This is going to be sooooo much fun."

With that, I was naked and my cock was throbbing.  “Hard already,” she said victoriously.  “I knew it!”  Denise simply reached out with her little hand and grabbed me by my dick, then dragged me back to her room.  "Don't even THINK about splooging until I tell you to," she said.

My head was absolutely spinning as this self-confident little lioness marched me back to her den.  She released my dick and plopped down onto her bed.  "Now, it's time for you to confess to me, you trespassing panty sniffer!  On your knees in front of me."  She pointed to the floor.

I couldn't believe this.  Denise was more confident and more naturally controlling than just about any NYC Dom I'd ever come across. 

"Time for the ground rules," she said.  "Just because your ugly penis is on display for my viewing pleasure doesn't mean you are EVER going to see my vadge, or my tits.  Got it?"

"Yes," I said.

"I figured that wouldn't be a big deal for a perv like you.  You'll have to imagine what I look like without any clothing on because it's none of your fucking business.  I don’t fuck 30-year-old perverts with small penises anyhow.  And it's 'Princess Denise' to you."

"Yes, Princess Denise."

"Good.  Now, time for you to confess all your perversions.  And I want to hear EVERYTHING.  But first, let me put on these sandals since you seem to love them so much."

She removed her sneakers and threw on her hot pink sandals.  I was in heaven. 

For the next fifteen minutes, I confessed all my fantasies to her.  I told her how I liked to be subjugated and humiliated by women.  I told her how I wanted to be kicked in the balls, and spit on, and verbally degraded.  I told her I wanted her to take me over her lap and spank my naked ass with a hairbrush.  I told her how I wanted her to force me to masturbate for her and to have her force me to eat my own cum.  To this, she threw her head back and began laughing her ass off.  "Wow, you really are a sick fuck," she said.  I went on to tell her how I wanted her to boss me around and make me her personal little puppet, her male dog. 

The whole time, I could see the signs of recognition in those pretty eyes of hers.  As I relayed my fantasies, she asked intelligent follow-up questions.

In the end, she contemplated for a while before saying.  "Well, Fred, I'm going to make your fantasy a reality.  But understand I am like God to you from now on.  Your entire purpose in this household will be to service all of my needs without question.  You are now my personal male slave.  Do you understand?"

"Yes Princess Denise."

"Good.  Well, then let's get started.  I'll bet you want to finish your little masturbation routine for me, don't you?"

"Yes Princess Denise."

"Well, we're going to do it my way.  Put your legs up over your head and jerk off on your own face, ha ha ha!"

I immediately complied with her command, which caused her to laugh even harder.  "You are such a fucking fool!" she said.

I strained to keep my balance as Denise disappeared momentarily.  She returned and then sat above me on the bed.  "Looks like you need some lubrication," she said.  With that she spit a couple of big wads of saliva.  One landed on my dick and the other trickled down to my face.  "Say thank you!" she said laughing.

"Thank you, Princess Denise," I grunted. 

She then put her sandal on my balls and began jiggling them back and forth as I struggled to maintain my balance.  I grunted from the combination of pain and pleasure.  "Look at you," she said.  "I'm totally fucking you up."

I began to feel the onset of an incredibly intense orgasm.  "I'm gonna cum!" I grunted.

"Oh good, time for the splooge fireworks.  Come on, jerky boy, put on a big creamy show for me!" she said gleefully.  I looked up and she had pulled out a digital camera and was snapping off photos of me just before I began shooting a big load of sperm all over my face.

"Yeah ha hah!  Jerk it out!  Defile your own face like an obedient little pussy puppet!" 

I felt as though I might faint as spurt after spurt came splashing down on my face. 

"The girls are gonna LOVE this!  Look at you!  My Uncle, the perverted cum-slut." she said, to my alarm.  I was in no position to do a thing about it.  Finally, last drops out, I relaxed my body and lay on the ground at the feet of my niece/princess.

What I didn't realize is that Denise was intent on making my humiliation complete.  She immediately stuck one of her beautiful sandals in my face and began scooping up chunks of my sperm off my cheeks.  "Clean up time.  BEG me for the rest of your splooge!" she ordered. 

"Please let me have the rest of my meal," I said, not really meaning it.

"C'mon, loser!" she said.  "Beg louder!  Act like you really mean it.  Stick that tongue out or I will never humiliate you again and I'll just ignore your loser ass for the rest of the summer."

That was more than enough motivation for me.

"Please, oh please, let me gobble my cum for you, superior mistress Denise."

"That's it," she said.  And with that she crammed her foot as far into my mouth as it would go.  "Gobble gobble!  Clean all the little spermies off my shoe, loser.”  She laughed and laughed.

I didn't like how she had begun calling me a loser, but my dick must have liked it because I was hard again.

"Now, get my hairbrush off my dresser and get on all fours."

I did as I was told. 

"Normally, I'd take you over my knee like you were a bad little stepchild," she said.  "But I don't want that leaky spent penis to even touch my expensive clothing."

She climbed up onto my back and straddled me.  I felt her hot vaginal hump on my naked back and it turned me on.  But then she leaned forward and began paddling my ass with ferocity.  "Bad boy!" she said.  "You're going to learn to RESPECT your young princess."  She really laid into me.  It hurt a lot and soon I was whining and telling her that I'd learned my lesson.  I could even begin to feel a few tears.  She stopped and then ordered me to stand.  Then she marched me in front of her mirror and there I was, naked, with a well spanked bottom as my 18-year-old niece stood proudly next to me.  She gave each cheek a few extra stinging slaps with the hairbrush, which caused me to dance with pain and put my hands on my ass.

"Don't you DARE cover up," she said.  She grabbed my balls with her free hand and held me in place as she gave me a dozen more hard spanks, alternating cheeks.  She spanked hard!  Now the tears came out.  I wasn't crying out loud, but the pain was intense.  "Please, oh, I'm sorry!" I said as she laid into me.  My arms shook as they instinctively went to cover my ass, but her pressure on my balls told me they weren't to move.  I looked like an idiot.   Finally she put the brush down and smiled sweetly at me.  "It's fun making you suffer.  What do you say?"

"Thank you, Princess Denise."

"I need to go run a few errands," she said, grabbing her car keys.  "You can clean my room and make my bed.  I'll be checking your work later.  Also, don't even TOUCH your penis when I'm not around.  All of your masturbatory sessions are to be supervised by me from now on.  Let's just say you're going to become quite familiar with the taste of your own spunk if you haven't already.  Oh, and stay the FUCK out of my panty drawer and don't touch my shoes.  Got it, loser?"

"Yes Princess Denise." 

"Good.  And no clothing for you while you're in my house.  That way I can do THIS."  With two fingers of one hand, she daintily picked up my now semi-flaccid penis.  The motion caused my balls to surge forward from between my legs just in time for the arrival of her other hand, which smacked my deflated gonads soundly and sent me crumpling to my knees.

"Oh wait, one more thing I need to do," she said.  She had a bunch of equestrian ribbons that she had won in some kind of riding competition from her younger days.  She picked out a pink ribbon that said "fifth place" on it.  It had a string hanging from it.

"Come,” she said, gesturing with her finger with the confidence of a mature woman, not moving until I stood in front of her.  “This is very fitting," she said, wrapping the ribbon neatly around my cock and balls and then tightening it uncomfortably around the base of my package.  It felt so amazing to be handled this way by her.  As she finished the delicate job, my cock inflated to full mast.  

She giggled and said, "So...fucking...OWNED."  Then she turned, and headed down the stairs.  Before leaving, she turned and look up to me.  “We’ll pick this up soon.  Real soon.”    (For the entire Novel and others like it, visit www.lulu.com/jmplays or www.cafeboudoir.com)

She thanks me repeatedly.
I asked for her name. It's Lisa Rose I think she's Italian. She just
came out of the bar and was trying to get back home. Her boyfriend
was tired and left early but she wasn't finished partying yet. I was
glad to help It's really late and who knows what could've happened to
her. She starts telling me about what a crazy night it was, about all
the men who were hitting on her. Then she starts talking about "the
blond girl". "God she was soooo fucking hot! Everyone was
staring at her. Her hair was beautiful it was long silky, blond hair.
Don't fucking look at me like that though I aint no fucking dyke!"
I suggest that maybe she's bisexual. "No I said I aint no dyke!
If you saw the tits on this bitch you'd know. Anybody would want to
be with her." She was really crass I've never heard a woman talk
like this before let alone about another woman. She got really quiet
after that like she was concentrating on something. I asked her if
she could direct me to her place. She said something but I couldn't
hear her. "What did you say?" She leaned in slowly toward
my ear then she bit me on the neck.

She's Biting, then
sucking, then licking me on the neck. I pushed her off of me. Holy
Shit! Did she really just do that to me? She started laughing. I
asked her why she did that. "I'm not stupid I know that's why
you picked me up don't act like you didn't want that." Then she
grabbed my hand and put it on her thigh. This isn't right she's
really drunk and she doesn't know what she's doing. I asked her to
show me to her place so I could drop her home. She starts getting
upset, "Don't take me home my man's at home I want to stay with
you." We sit in the car as I toss this moral dilemma back and
forth in my head. Then she decides for me. She sticks her hand in my
pants and grabs my dick which is now hard as a rock. "See I knew
you wanted it. Cmon lets park on one of these side streets and have
some fun." I told her I had a place nearby it would be more
comfortable. "We can't go to your place I don't even know you."
I laughed to myself and looked for a quiet street.

We back into a dead end
street right next to some high hedges. There's a house on my left but
it's dark and it's late I think this is pretty safe. As soon as I put
the car in park she jumps on me. This is the most aggressive girl
I've ever seen. Her kisses are far from romantic. Actually she's very
rough, biting my lower lip, grabbing the back of my head, mouth wide
open and tongue deep down my throat. She grabs my neck and yanks me
forward our teeth hit. She does it again and licks the whole inside
of my mouth. Then she licks the whole side of my face and then she
licks my forehead! I start wondering if she's crazy. I wonder if
she's like this when she's sober or if the alcohol turns her into
some kind of sex crazed monster. I've always wanted to get really
rough with a girl but have never really had the opportunity. She was
far from the most attractive girl I've been with but It was the most
excited I've ever been. I reached up her shirt and grabbed an whole
handful of what she had. I was surprised her tits felt pretty big I
wanted to see for myself so she helped me take her shirt off . They
were huge.

I remembered what she
said earlier about "the blond". She was so impressed with
her tits and I wondered how they could possibly top what was in front
of me. Now it was my turn I jumped on her right breast and tried to
stuff the whole thing in my mouth. She immediately started moaning.
She reached for my head and tried to pull me off but I was holding on
for dear life. She pried me off looked at me and told me to bite her
nipple. I nodded in agreement. I nibbled on it lightly she moaned,
"harder." I put a little more force into it. "Harder!"
That's when I bit down on it. She started moaning then her body
started shaking. She screams out, "Shit You're gonna make me
cum!" Wait did she really just cum from me biting on her nipple
that's impossible. I put my hand between her legs. Wow right through
the spandex soaking wet. This girl is unbelievable.

"I want to suck your
dick." I smiled. "I'm gonna suck your dick till your head
caves in." I'm gonna stop right here because I have to say
something. This line sounds like made up as if I was attempting to
make her sound dirtier than she was but that's the exact phrase she
used. "I'm gonna suck your dick till your head caves in."
It stands out to me 1) because it's kind of an odd thing to say and
2) this was one of the phrases she repeated over and over the entire
time we fooled around. Anyway I was happy to let her "cave my
head in". She unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, bent over
the car seat and put my swollen dick in her mouth.

God it felt so good. Her
mouth was warm and wet and she was savoring every moment. Then just
like before things got crazy. She shoves her head down hard and my
cock hits the back of her throat. She does this again and again now
I'm convinced this chick is psycho and I'm loving every second of it.
Before I knew it I was spanking her ass. Her ass was huge and it
jiggled with every smack. She screamed and came up for air. She
seemed to really enjoy this. This is when I got rough. I grabbed her
by the hair and pulled her close. "You're acting like a fucking
slut." She laughs, "I'm not acting. Hit me harder next
time." This time I was going to let her have it. I shoved her
head back down between my legs and she starts gagging. I hold her
head down with full force, raise my hand and smack her on the ass
with all my strength. She gags really hard and tries to scream. She
jerks back trying to lift her head but I won't let her. I hold her
down like this for what must have been 10 or 15 seconds pushing her
head down further and smacking her ass harder with each time. Her
head shoots up and she lets out a loud scream her body shaking
violently "God Damn! You made me cum again" She starts
rubbing her hands between her legs. I keep wondering how this girl
can cum so hard without even having her pussy touched.

"Kiss me" She
jumps over and straddles me. Again she's a big girl and her big ass
starts hitting against my horn. Her pants are still on but she starts
riding me anyway her crotch is completely soaked. Again I can feel it
right through her pants I wonder if she's even wearing panties. She's
rubbing against me too fast and I have to push her off. "Why did
you do that" she says. "You almost made me cum". So
what you shouldn't have stopped me. Once again she grabs my dick and
shoves it in her mouth deep throating me hard and fast. "Ahh!
I'm gonna cum!" She locks her lips and holds still and I empty a
huge load in her mouth. She sucks everything up then opens the car
door and starts spitting the cum out onto the street. She turns to me
slowly and says. "I gotta take a piss." God this girl is
classy!

She stumbles out of the
car still bare foot and I'm sure she was stepping in the cum she just
spit out of her mouth. I look through my rear view and I can see her
bending down pissing in the street with her tits fully exposed. I
can't help but laugh. It's now that I realize it's 5:30 in the
morning and it's pretty light out. I look over and the house that i
completely ignored now has a woman standing in the front door. I have
no idea how long she was out there but it scared the hell out of me.
"Lisa hurry up get back in the car there's someone looking at
us!". She looks up. "I don't care about that bitch she
can't do nothing to us." "Hurry up get back in the car!"
She sits down puts her shirt back on and we take off.

This was by far one of
the craziest nights I've ever had. The only thing I regret was that I
didn't get to go all the way with her because I'm sure it would have
been amazing. By the way the only reason we didn't actually have sex
is not because we were interrupted. It's because she said she was on
her period. Even after telling me she wouldn't it seemed like she
kept trying to convince herself that it would be ok if we did. She
would say things like "Well you know I'm not bleeding that heavy
it wouldn't be that bad if you stuck it in". In fact after we
left I tried to take her home and she still wasn't satisfied we
actually found a more secluded place and continued where we left off.

By the time I dropped her
off it was about 6:30 in the morning. When I pulled up to the front
of her apartment complex I could see bite marks and hickeys all over
her. I mentioned this to her. She said, "Yea I'm going to be in
big trouble with my boyfriend when he wakes up". Then she
grabbed my hand put it between her legs and started making out with
me again right in front of her building. I think she really enjoyed
the idea of cheating on her boyfriend.

We exchanged numbers
before she left but she hasn't called me and I'm afraid to call her.
After all she was drunk so I don't know if she'll be upset with me
for taking advantage of her or if she'll be happy to hear from me if
she remembers. Perhaps I should feel bad about what I did but
honestly I don't. She seemed to enjoy it just as much or more than me
and it was the hottest night I've ever had.

She slid out of the chair on to the floor, he moved out around the chair and crouched right beside her and pushed her dress up out of the way running his fingers along her inner thigh. He slid his fingers over the silky underwear that she had on and could feel the moistness in them. He kissed her navel as he slid his middle finger then fore finger inside of her, he could feel her legs tremble. Hard and engorged inside of his jeans he was becoming harder by the second and was relived when she slid her hand up his leg and across his cock and pulled down the Zipper slowly. The sensation of the vibration from the zipper was enough to make him weak, he held him self up with is other hand and removed the one from her crotch. She pulled on his jeans as he helped pull them down she wrapped her hand around it and began to stroke it as she kissed around the base. He could feel the blood as it pulsed in his cock and could feel the warm wet feeling of her tong as she ran it around the head of his dick then took him all the way in kissing the base when she could go no further.

He slid one arm under her pulling off her panties and the other unzipped the back of her dress, he then lifted her with one hand under her knees and the other behind her back and picked her up off the ground, he stood up and moved towards the house placing one thigh on each of his hips and sliding his warm cock in to her.. It felt so wet and warm. He placed her back against the wall and slowly slid in and out of her. She mooned and this made him want her more, he grabbed a Brest and began to pinch and bite at her nipple, and as he thrust himself in and out of her she closed her eyes and let out a yell as she hit the height of it all, and dug her nails in to the backs of his shoulders and ran them down his back..

Laying in bed his body was hot and covered in sweat from the dream that he was experiencing. The sun crept in to the widow and across the floor towards his bare naked sleeping body. When the sun touched his face it woke him from a dream that gave him the most exhilarating feeling of being real, “Was it real?” he said out loud to himself. He stood up grabbing a towel off of the pile of clean laundry to wipe the sweat off of his body. Standing there staring at his bed drenched in sweat and seamen from his wet dream, and the thoughts of the girl in the dream still running through his head, he headed for the shower. While the water ran down his naked body weaving over each muscle he could do nothing, but think of the girl that occupied his dream almost all night, and the thoughts of her still made him hard.

He climbed out of the shower with no thoughts of reliving the throbbing in his groin the only thoughts were on the girl from the dream and the amazing details in which he could remember of the dream. “You cannot remember dreams this well” he said trying to convince himself that it wasn’t true but last night seemed so real, it was scary..

He sat down on the couch and turned on the television, tried flipping through channels to get his mind off of the girl and when he couldn’t he put his hands over his face to try to remember details of events in the dream, and at that point realized that he could remember them all.. He could then feel the throb in his groin again and he looked at the phone.. “There is no way that the dream could have been real.. She would never have been here last night..” His eyes shifted back and forth from the phone to the ceiling as he thought of calling her to see how she acted.. When it rang he felt like he jumped right out of his skin.. Picking up the phone he took a deep breath, “Hello?” he asked and only heard breathing on the other line… “Gwen?” he said it without thinking…

“How did you know that it was me?” The voice on the other line said “I don’t think I have ever called your house.”

“Caller ID” even though he had never looked at the little box that sits clear across the room. It was just what he said cause that is all he could think of… “What have you been up to?” Trying to change the subject. “Your right you don’t normally call, what’s going on?” Glad that he got her off of the some how physic events..

“Nothing much I was just a little board and figured that you wouldn’t mind if I called to visit a little..” he could hear in her voice that she was leaving something out.

With out thinking he said “do you have any plans for tonight, Cause I don’t?” now realizing what he said.. He closed his eyes and scolded him self for it..

“No plans here, actually absolutely none I have today and tomorrow off, and entirely nothing to…...” She cut her sentence off and paused for Quite some time… “ Why do you ask?”

Not being able to think of something to cover his words at this moment and wanting to say something so she wouldn’t know that something was on his mind like he knew something was on hers.. “Want to come over her for dinner……” he thought for a moment longer.. “ I have a pool and it has been quite hot out lately.. I also have air conditioning”

“sounds like your already trying to talk me in to it and I haven’t even said no yet.” He could tell she was smiling, you can hear a smile in some ones voice when they talk on the phone.

“Well what do you say?” he asked now thinking that that may have been why she called.. But she stayed silent for a few moments… “Not a biggie I just figured that I Live out here where it’s a little more open and it would get you out of your apartment”

“Ya,, no, that don’t sound like all that bad of an idea..” her voice still pausing frequently “but I have one question first..”

“What’s that?” un concerned as he could be

“ How real should Dreams feel,” His heart now pounding as he listened and let her ask her question.. “ I mean this probably sounds real odd, but I had a dream last night and I can remember it real well… But what’s Odd is that it was like a Real Illusion, you know like a magic trick that everyone thinks is fake but no one can figure out how it was really done…” she stopped cause she noticed that he became real silent.. “well its no biggie” she said trying to change the subject..

Covering for him self “don’t know I really don’t remember dreams at all but I know people that can remember them pretty well.” hoping that it worked he started to feel that she shouldn’t come over.. But he wanted her to so badly..

“Well” she cut in “ what time should I be out there?”

Astonished she agreed, and they said their goodbyes, as he pressed on the off button on the phone, he took a deep breath and hung up the phone.

The blinds were still closed, dinner dishes were still in the sink from the night before, and he still sat in his towel on the couch. He stood up and pulled down on the string to the blinds, Flooding the room with bright sun light, he closed his eyes to get time to focus and could see her, quickly opening his eyes again he walked to the kitchen and picked up a sponge to do the dishes..

Going through his dressers he had this odd feeling of not knowing what to wear, a feeling that he cant for the life if him ever remember having. Finally he decided on just something normal, a pair of slacks and a nicer T.

On the nightstand was his wallet, he stuck it in to his back pocket and picked his keys up off of the dresser, everything seemed like he was doing it in slow motion, cause his mind was surely someplace else. On his way out to the car he paused to grab a pop out of the cooler on the porch and toss out a beer can from the night before.

 

Still sitting on the couch staring at the phone, in total shock of what she just did, not being able to believe that she was hooked on the thought of him in her dream. “Why on earth did I call him?” She stood up and walked to the shower, setting her coffee down on the counter next to the sink she leaned forward to look in to the mirror she could see the effects that not enough sleep does to you on her face, even though if this was a dream she slept quite well last night. Shaking her head she Pulled her night shirt off over her head and laid it on the counter. Climbing in to the shower all she could think of was his arms wrapped around her and his lips pressing against her neck.

After her shower while she stood in her towel in front of the mirror brushing out her hair, she could feel her muscles relax and it seem that worries were lifted. Its just a get together between two friends, so she slipped in to a silky flowing summer dress that she wears all the time in the summer and used a little cover up under her eyes to get rid of the sleepiness look that she started the morning off with.

Placing her swimsuit in her bag she also tossed in some warmer clothes for the cooler night, a complete change of clothes for the next day, and a night gown.. Thinking that she knew that she wouldn’t need these, she felt she should take them any way, “I’ll just leave them in my car.” saying it out loud so she could let her self know that it was ok to take them. She picked up her purse and looked at her over night bag and laughed out loud, thinking.. . “How Ironic, my dream now I’m using something called an overnight bag to go over to his house..” She carried her bags out to her car and walked back to shut off lights and get her keys.. Her keys were on her head board an when she reached for them she couldn’t help but think of her dream again, she quickly shook her head to try to get rid of the image of him, “I cant be thinking like this.. I need to get rid of this feeling before I get there!” she said aloud scolding herself for the thoughts.. Then hit the light switch and walked out of the house locking the door behind her as she went.

 The afore mentioned conversation was going along the lines of whether they ever had sex. Clarifying this point,I said to my wife Linda, 'Probably at an earlier time,but I reckon the last time he probably had it was twenty five years or so ago' Her casual reply was, 'Fuck! that's before I was born,his dick must be throbbing like hell' I lead on, 'Yeah it does every time he gets a look at your thighs and ass,haven't you noticed'? A smirk came across her face,clearly she was relishing the thought that she tormented his cock without even realizing it.

 I open the play with, 'He's into photography and does his own developing,you could always give him some views to snap that wouldn't get past the censor' she responds, 'Don't be daft,how could I do that without your mother spotting what we were up to'? 'Out the house' - they lived in the country in a secluded cottage, - 'When you romp with the kids on the lawn,you could move your legs I'm sure in an in-obvious way to give him some flashes up there' She was quiet for a bit,then, 'You mean without knickers,that would be to dangerous' 'I didn't say that,but now you come to mention it,you could try it with knickers,then if it goes okay,you could gradually get to no knickers'

 'Fuck,you're so dirty,how would I try to do the flashing then'? 'Just wrestle with them - the kids, - like you usually do here,I love watching the flashing you innocently give me,especially when they get pressed into your crack,but you always damn well adjust them and pull it back out' She grinned widely to that. 'How could he possibly get where he could take pictures of my pussy without getting seen? It just can't be realistic' 'Course he can,he has a super camera,fast,and on a tripod behind that small outhouse window that opens,I bet if you sneaked in there,you'd find him wanking himself stupid already,because I've noticed he tries to look at you from there,especially when you bend forward with those short dresses on,you wear'

 The trouble he has is,you don't point in the right direction for him or you're too far away,I can tell you where you need to get for his best advantage' 'You've been planning this! You've got it all worked out you dirty sod' 'Not really,I lied,its just that I noticed you show a soft spot for him and he has a hard spot for so to speak' I got a threatened slap for that. 'I do not! But I don't want to be cruel to him,like your mother is' 'I only said flash him,not fuck him! Not yet anyway' I risked this statement,and paid the price.She grabbed my balls and squeezed,fortunately not to hard,but enough to make me aware of what could happen if I overstepped the mark.

 Not to be out done though,I skitted. 'If you damage those,you will have to go in search of another pair ready to fire juice up your pussy' 'STOP NOW,I know where this is leading,NO! NO-NO-NO' 'I haven't said anything' 'Yeah,but I know how that mind of yours works' It was left at that and we continued talking about something not related.

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 Come our next visit,I mentioned nothing and decided to see how it played out,or if in fact it played at all. After about twenty minutes,the novelty of the grandchildren visiting their gran played out in preference to some crap soap on TV. 'You can all stay and play on the lawn while I see my program' and she was gone for the duration. I plonked myself in a deck chair by the wall that gave me a good view of my wife's attributes if shown, - Well I deserved my share of any goodies put on show as the instigating organizer don't you think?

 I was not able to see in the window we talked about,but also could not be observed from the window either,but I could hear if any activity was going on inside. Before seating myself down,while close to this window I over loudly said to Linda,I'll pop down and see if my mate of old is about,wont be long. This was a total ruse of course,just to ease any pressure from my being in close proximity. The romping got underway and true to form our son got a bit carried away quite quickly and in his excitement hitched my wifes top a bit high thus showing the underside of her tits, - No bra,so she was playing the sex card I concluded, - Just after I heard a scraping sound that could be a tripod being moved. I smirked at the thought of his hardon over my wife's tits.

 I hadn't thought of this till this time,but my stepfather was into all new things regarding sound and visual. It was only that I heard no shutter sounds,but a slight humming noise is best as I can describe it. Attracted back to the view,I cast it from my mind,but thinking later,I realized it was there all the time my wife done her bit. After a while,my wife jumped up saying, 'Wait,all this mucking about has made mum need a wee' and promptly headed for the loo. In no time she returned and the fun carried on. Our boisterous son had just slid down my wife's raised knees like on a slide,which inadvertently dragged her dress down towards her thighs. There it was in all its splendour! One naked pussy,well naked except for her pussy fur and supported by two half moon bum cheeks. She was endeavouring to get her shirt back over her knees and succeeded,but not before I heard a gasped grunt and 'Fucking hell' come from the open window. I smiled with satisfaction.

 They were playing creepy mouse by now and young son was set on creeping his hand up his mothers skirt. She was desperately trying to stop his hand touching her now naked pussy and only just managed to grab him an inch or two from contact. Phew! that was close,I could just imagining him saying, "Gran,mum has no knickers on,she must have wee'd them just now" Linda made a point of keeping all creepy mice much nearer the belly and armpit ticklish areas after this near miss. But at least another ten minutes of display was had by the male species,with up thigh flashes of the highest quality. We loved it.

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 This happening was not able to be mentioned till after the kids bedtime. It turned out that when my wife had got to the loo, - a typical cottage,no lock just a latch door, - she had a pee,then just as she'd dapped any drips and being about to discard her knickers,the door opened and there stood my stepfather. Instantly dropping her skirt,she got a sorry,sorry,I didn't know anyone was in here. Lying toad,I said,he heard you like I did say you were going there. 'I thought that,but more to the point, - she giggled, - he had the worlds hardest hardon sticking out his trousers' 'What actually sticking out in "as you seen it"? 'Yeah,he had it in his hand,I reckon he was going to have a wank' I said, 'No,that can't be,he knew you were going there,the dirty old sod! He done it to show you what he has if you're ever hungry for cock'

 'No,never,I reckon you're only saying that because of what you hinted the other day' 'Hang on,It wasn't me that had it in your face out there' passing on,she said, 'He definitely seen my cunt close up before I had time to hide it' Then it clicked,I realised what the whirring was. I told Linda,I've got it,he has got himself a new video camera,he's got your naked pussy on tape,I'll bet he'll wank himself senseless tonight. She smirked and blushed all at the same time, 'It'll be in colour as well' 'He won't stop there,now he'll want more from you with that machine,you see! It'll be interesting to see how he'll tackle you to give him more action.

 My wife didn't reply to this observation,but then again she didn't exclude the prospects.

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Kylie was staying downstairs in our finished basement with a shower and bedroom and when we got home she said that she needed a shower really bad because of the smoke smell from being in the club and that she had the munchies for some food. I was a little hungry and decide to make us a snack.

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When I walked down stairs our dog “Blitz” a male Dalmatian we were looking after while our friends went to Hawaii came running down with. I opened Kyle’s door to find her wearing just a towel (this is where it starts to get a little weird). With her back facing me she drops the towel turns around gives me a passionate kiss and then pushes me away onto the sofa! I’m thinking to my self “Oh my God” Her pussy is shaven!

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She leans against the wall slides down and starts to finger herself. At this point I am really turned on but not sure what is happening. Kylie then takes her middle finger that she used to finger-fucked herself with and offer it to Blitz our Dalmatian dog. She then let him lick her fingers clean and repeated the process several times.

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Kylie then gently pulled Blitz between her legs and brought his head towards her pussy. I was so turned on watching this dog lick her pussy. In some way it was very erotic!

While I was sitting there in awe I noticed Blitz was getting very aroused HUGELY. That is when Kylie said I need to be fuck hard by Blitz!

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She asked me to get her a pair of socks placed them on Blitz front paws so he would not scratch her. Kylie went down on all fours and I helped Blitz get mounted on her.

It was so erotic! Blitz started hard fucking right away because the male K9 humps hard and fast. When he was locked into Kylie (knot) she started to reach down in between her legs and stimulated her clit.

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Kylie said apparently the knot could be very uncomfortable at first because sometimes it can feel as if it's going to stretch you to tearing. But she swore that it won't and before long she said that any woman being fucked would enjoy the knot rubbing against her G-spots .

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Finally after what seemed like five orgasms for Kylie Blitz start Cumming in side her like there was no tomorrow. Blitz then went off into a corner and fell a sleep. Kylie on the other hand was not finished with me. She came over and gave me one hell of a blow job sucking me down to every last drop of cum

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The next morning Lucy woke up early and left for the her baby shower with friends. I woke up around 11: 30am brushed my teeth and got into the shower. Not feeling the least bit guilty about last night for some strange reason. I was in the shower about 5 mins when the door to the shower opens and as I turn around I see Kylie very naked and in my shower! This is when it start becomes hard to say no because she is so good looking! The first thing she says to me in her sexy British accent is "lick my shaven clean pussy!" Once again I am so completely off guard yet so turned on I kneel down in the shower and with the warm water running over us and give her one hell of a licking.Â

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After Kylie cam the first and second time she told me to get up and said “I am going to Fuck my best friends husband right now in her bed”! With that being said I’m thinking what the hell am I doing but she is soooooo hot! She ended up taking me into our bed getting on top fucking me! She then got off grabbed hold of the two-bed post and demanded I anal fuck her. Once I started to fuck her up the ass she started to have multiple orgasm and was being very loud. Even though I should of been feeling like this was wrong I found her to be such a turn on and very erotic!Â

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Three days later on a very hot summer afternoon we met up with some friends in Glen Wood Springs in the mountains for a long 3-hour hike. About 30 minutes in the hike Kylie says she needs the bathroom and does not want to go behind a bush. Lucy once to stay and finish the hike and since I have been before asked if I would not mind walking her back to the car to drive her into town. Lucy suggested we checked out the local museum to waiste time and  then meet them back at the trail in a couple of hours.

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The first 10 minutes on the way back to the car we spent talking about how hot it was outside. I must admit the cut off pink t-shirt and tan shorts she was wearing made her look even more sexy. As we continued to the car she ran off down a different trail and of course I chased after her. She stopped next to the side a big rock in the middle of a clearing with nothing around for miles.

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I asked her what she was doing and she said, “shut up just listen”. As she said that she started to pull my umbro soccer shorts down and removed my t-shirt and started to give me a blowjob. You think by this time I would start to say no but I couldn’t because it felt so good and I enjoyed it. I then pull off Kylie's tan shorts and black panties and started to massage her clit. I could not help myself because then I found myself ripping off her panties and tearing off her pink t-shirt and black bra.

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As she laid against the warm rock in the sun completely naked I started to lick her clit until I gave her several orgasm. It was one of the most erotic moments in my life! She then turned around and I started fucking her doggie style. While we were fucking it was so peaceful being outside with nature. I even saw two deer watching us very closely.

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The next day it was time for Kylie to return back to England. We took her to the airport she got on her flight and flew back home. The weird part is I never once felt guilty about cheating. Maybe it was because I felt I was drawn into a sexual relationship I could not stop.

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"Good idea, good idea. Kudos to you! Well, hey we have like one minute until the bell rings, so I'll catch ya later."

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It's such a magical sight to be seen when the last bell rings. Everyone gets up as one and rushes out of the door, pushing and shoving and trying the make it to their locker the quickest. Lucky for me, I don't have to hurry because I walk home. Regardless, I don't like being the last one up stairs. Walking briskly to my locker occasionally saying a friendly "Hi" to my friends that I see along the way, my mind is weighing me down. As soon as I'm in front of my section of lockers, I drop my things. Twist the dial left, twist the dial right, pop! The dial stops. "I WANT OUT OF THIS SCHOOL," I scream inside my head. I'm so happy when I'm done packing up. I grab my coat and shut my locker of Hell. I run down the stairs carefully so as not to trip. I've recently developed a fear of tripping on them and diving onto the landing face first. I've never broken a bone and I don't intend on starting, although there have been times when I'm very surprised that I didn't. As soon as I'm off the stairs, I hurry to my friend's locker. 

"LAUREN! Where are you?" I yelled.

"I'm right here," she replied to me.

"Ah, thank God for you. I am about to go and kill someone. Today has just not been a good day!"

"I'm sorry... Well, we have band tonight so that's something to look forward to."

"Yeah, it is, I guess. I am also looking forward to the nap that I'll be taking while you're at pit." 

"Haha. You're such a dork. I swear, you practically live in the band room."

"I Know, and I love it!"

With that we hurried off to the band room, only to find it bustling with people waiting for pit to start. "Where's Mr. Anderson?" I thought to myself. Mr. Anderson is our absolutely gorgeous student teacher from the nearby university. He's 21 years old, raven-black hair that's constantly spiked, the most beautiful stark-blue eyes, around 6'1", and has one of the best male butts I have ever seen. I can tell from the clothes that he wears that he is very well built in more ways than one. I set my things down in the first row, reserved for the flutes and other high-woodwinds, and started to make a little nest. I used some of the clothes that I had brought with me for my pillow. It was actually pretty comfortable. I decided not to pass out until everyone left for pit, so me and Lauren could talk until 3 about different things. She told me that she again asked Jake why he would continue not to date me, and he said that he's thought about changing his mind. I was fairly surprised, seeing as he's so stubborn. He seems to have more difficulties in dating younger women and was worried about giving me a chance. I'm glad that things are finally turning around for him. We continued with our conversation until 2:55, when Lauren told me that she had to go and that she'd come and see me during her break. I kicked off my shoes got as comfortable as I could. As soon as she left, I immediately fell asleep. Come to find out, that slumber would not go undisturbed for very long. I woke up fifteen minutes later to find myself shivering from cold. I decided to take the nearest coat that I could find, curl up in the fetal position, and wrap it around me. Soon after doing so, I drifted back off into my little dream world. It seemed that I had slept for a long time, but once again I was mistaken. I woke up to find the most gorgeous man gently shaking me. As soon as I got my bearings, I finally registered that the familiar face was Mr. Anderson. I think that I about died right there. 

"What time is it?" I asked with a sleep-ridden sound in my voice. 

"Umm, it's about 3:30. Are you ok?" He replied.

All of a sudden, I broke down into tears. "Oh my gosh. Only 3:30. I must be destined to not get any sleep today, and apparently I am not ok. I've just had a really bad day and have been trying to get to sleep for the past forty minutes and I keep getting woken up for various reasons."

Trying to calm me down, Mr. Anderson took me into his arms and held me with a special gentleness that has never been experienced by me before. I wrapped my arms around his neck and cried into his shoulder. I'm not sure how long we were like this, but he didn't let me go at all. He held me and rocked me and held me some more. As soon as I'd calmed down enough for him to talk to and understand me, I told him how sorry I was that this had happened. 

"I feel so embarrassed. I am so, so sorry. I'm sure that this isn't a part of me that you would ever want to see. Really Mr Anderson, I'm sorry." 

"Call me Brandon from now on. And don't worry about it. I'll stay here with you for as long as you need me."

I think that I really was in heaven. Imagine having the most gorgeous man you had ever seen with his arms around you. I could feel his body against mine, the hard muscles in his arms, chest, and abdomen. I was loving every minute of it. I snuggled closer to him to where I was breathing softly on his neck and had my lips pressing ever so slightly against him. He smelt so good. I could tell that he was loving this just as much as I was. I felt that he had started to slowly rub my back in gentle circles. I shivered whenever he got near my lower back. He felt this, and asked me, "Are you cold?" "A little bit, yeah," I replied. And with that he held me closer. I hadn't realized that the jean skirt I was wearing had ridden up to show most of my thigh, but Brandon had.

"Did you know that it was my coat that was wrapped around you?" he asked me.

"Umm, no, actually. I had no idea! I'm sorry about that. I just grabbed whichever one was closest."

"Hey, it's ok. Actually, it's more than ok. You smell so good that I don't mind having your wonderful scent in my coat."

I blushed vividly. "It's funny that you say that. You smell like Heaven."

He laughed at me. And then, he bent down, tilted my head up, and lightly pressed his lips against mine. I had no idea what was happening. Every thought in the world was racing in my head at that very instant. I felt like a bomb had gone off inside of me. I went completely limp in his arms and just stared at him with my bright, hazel eyes. It took me about a minute to figure out what had just happened, but when I did, I kissed him right back with the same gentleness he had done to me. We sit there, locked together in the sweetest of kisses, with the passion arising between us. I felt his tongue lick my lips and I parted them to allow him entrance. Our tongues danced the dance of passion, entwined in each other. I could feel him growing harder underneath me. Suddenly, I broke away from the kiss to ask him, "What if someone walks in?" We had totally forgotten that the doors were wide open, the lights were on, and there were hundreds of people still in the school. He told me to hold on and that he knows where we can go. He lifted me off of him with a teasing kiss right next to my lips, and went to get the keys out of the office. He came back, grabbed my hand, and led me into the practice room. The light was off, and the door could be easily locked. Just in case anyone came in, I decided to grab an instrument case and music so that we'd have an excuse to be in there alone together. We shuffled in and quickly shut and locked the door. With that, he was on me in an instant. He pushed me against the wall and started kissing me. With his member being pressed against my stomach, I could tell that he was growing bigger every second. I began to unbutton his shirt with my teeth; I had to get my hands on his chest. It took me about thirty seconds to finish that task. I pulled out the tail that he had tucked into his pants and tore it off of his body. His chest was as beautiful as I had imagined. He began to fidget with my shirts. He unzipped my light sweatshirt, and helped me to take off the t-shirt that I was wearing underneath. He slid off the cami that I was wearing with ease and I was just standing there in my bra and skirt. The passion in that little room was so heavy that you could almost see the sparks. Next went my skirt. He got down onto his knees, unzipped my skirt, and slid it down over my sexy legs. "I had always thought that you would have a very athletic build, but wow!" he whispered to me. He kissed my stomach and trailed his kisses all the way back to my neck. I was standing in my lacy white bra with my sheer blue thong. By now, Brandon had a raging hardon that was easily visible no matter how he tried to hide it. I wanted to feel him in me so badly. 

"Gosh, am I going to be the only one half-naked here?" I joked. "Here, let me help you with those." I slid my hands down his back, onto his muscular rear end. With my hands resting where they were, I turned around and rubbed my own slightly covered bum into his crotch. He groaned so loudly that I was sure someone would discover us. "Shhh!" I whispered. "We've got to be quiet in here. The kids in the Orchestra room can hear us through the walls." I turned back around and once again, undid his buttons and zipper with my teeth. I slid his pants down his legs while leaving his boxers on. If he wasn't made of steel before, he certainly was now. His dick was making the biggest tent in his boxers that I audibly gasped. He just laughed at me, for the second time today. "Oh, you think it's funny? I'll show you funny!" I slowly slid his boxers down his legs, taking my time to make sure to tease him. Erect, his penis was at least 8 inches long, making me smile to myself. When they were down to his feet, I kissed my way back up his legs. I went excruciatingly slowly. I stopped right along the dip between his pelvis and thigh. I licked right around his penis, making sure not to touch it until the moment was right. "Patience, grasshopper," I whispered to him. He was groaning and I could tell that he was just dying from having to wait. Suddenly, I sunk my mouth around his head. I twirled my tongue, tasting the pre-cum that was already leaking out. I made my way down his shaft, but knew that especially since this was my first time giving head there was no way that I could take him all the way. I took him out of my mouth and licked all around the base while massaging his balls and jerking him off at the same time. By now, I was dripping wet and couldn't wait for him to get a hold of me. I continued to lick him until I made my way back up the shaft. I took as much as I could in my mouth and sucked my best, while still jerking what I couldn't get. He started moaning very loudly to the sounds of my slurping on his member. "Oh my gosh Arian, ohhh--I'm about--to---ugh--explode!" He could barely get the words out he was moaning so much. I felt his balls tighten in my hand, and that was when he shot his load into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could but some still escaped out the sides of my mouth. I loved the taste of his juice. I sucked him until he stopped cumming, and then I licked the mess off of the side of him.

"Wow," was just about all he could say. "Was that you're first time?"

"Yup, yup it was."

"Oh my gosh, you're amazing. Now, let me give you something in return." He whispered huskily.

He picked me up and layed me on the ground. He kissed me deeply with the passion of fire engulfing wood, and made his way down my body. When he got to my breasts, he unhooked my bra that I was still wearing, and slid it off. He smiled at me and told me that my breasts were so cute and small. When he got hold of my nipples, it seemed that he just couldn't stop playing with them. He licked them, sucked them, pinched them, and nibbled them until he got them hard as pebbles. He continued to leave the lightest kisses down my body. He especially took a long time kissing my flat and sculpted stomach. I was squirming with anticipation by the time he reached my underwear. I guess that now I know what it feels like to be teased the same way that I did him. "Now, what are we going to do with these?" He asked me, tracing his fingers along the sides of my underwear. He slid his hands beneath the straps resting on my hips and pulled them down my legs. We were stark naked. I was almost feeling relieved that I had re-shaved my pussy this morning. I was completely hairless except for a small patch right above my hood, and there still wasn't much hair there. I liked to keep trim. "Beautiful" was all he said. He spread my legs for me and licked around my inner thighs. He licked around my lips to get my real wet and then plunged his tongue into my dark crevice. I was on fire. He found my clit and licked and sucked for what seemed like an eternity. He even nibbled once in a while. When he inserted a finger in, that only made things better. His efforts brought me to an earth-shattering orgasm. I had masturbated regularly for about five years, but had never felt an orgasm such as this one. It was heavenly. "Ohhhh, Brandon, oh my God." I said while still trembling. He just smiled at me and kissed me. We continued kissing and exchanging our passionate embraces for a good ten minutes before he asked me, "Are you ready?"

"I think so... I'm so nervous, but I want it to be with you. You're amazing, and I think that I love you. Ever since I saw you, I've loved you. I always thought that maybe we were supposed to be together, but felt like a fool when I considered the likelihood of that happening."

"You are no fool, Arian. Not at all. I've felt the exact same way for God knows how long. I've dreamt about this ever since I first layed eyes on you. I love everything about you, and there is nothing that I would change about you."

"You're not just saying that so you can take me?"

"No, never. I do really love you. I do... I like the sound of that."

I giggled at him and kissed him. "Ok, just please be gentle. I know it'll hurt, and to be honest with you, I am scared. Go easy on me, please."

"I would never intentionally hurt you-- ever. Remember that. If you want me to stop, I will. You just have to tell me."

He lay on top of me and guided his member to my entrance. I was shaking with a mixture of some many feelings-- fear, anticipation, shock. I knew that he would love me forever, and likewise. He kissed me with the deepest passion and love possible. He didn't break that kiss, and suddenly I felt a pressure in my netheregions. I gasped, squeezed him tighter, and continued the kiss. I knew that if I didn't, I'd scream so loud that we'd both be eternally screwed. I felt the horrible pain of me tearing and the hot tears began to roll down my face. I knew that I didn't want him to stop. As soon as he was embedded completely in me, I just lay there in his arms with him kissing away my tears. "Are you ok, baby?" He asked me.

"I think so, but I need a few minutes to adjust."

He continued to kiss away my tears and hold me close. His scorching hot body was pressed against mine with no room in between. After about five minutes, I didn't feel the pain anymore. I was quickly becoming accustomed to the feeling of there being an intruder in me. I started to like it more and more. Shortly after the tears stopped falling, he began to slide out of me. Suddenly, he plunged back in. "Ooooohhhhh" we moaned together. We began to fall into a rhythm. He would pull out to his tip and then plunge back into me. I could feel the sweat building between us. His chest was so hot and there were beads forming between my breasts. I was a little worried that the moisture in the air would condense on the windows of the practice room. He quickened the pace of our movement causing us both to moan louder each time he plunged into me. "Oh, Arian, you are so tight. I love feeling your walls squeezing my dick. It feels like you're just gripping it. Ohhh God. Wow." I loved what he was doing to me. "Pound me Brandon, pound me like your life depends on my pussy." I gasped. I could feel every vein in him. Our thrusts became one. Whenever he would thrust, I would thrust my hips to meet him. It was a beautiful sight. "Come on Brandon," I struggled through clenched teeth, "Come on. Pound me! Beat my pussy black and blue." "Oh yes," He moaned. "I love it when you talk dirty." I could feel my orgasm building from my depths. It overtook me completely by surprise. I trembled and shook with a force I never could've imagined. As soon as Brandon felt my pussy walls clenching his dick, he shot his load into my depths. "Ohhhhhh!" We nearly screamed in unison. He continued to milk into me until he was completely dry. Exhausted, we lay there with him still in me.

"Wow. Wow. Oh my gosh. Absolutely amazing. Ya know, I think we need to do it again sometime." I said to him, gasping for air.

"I think you're right."

After about half an hour, we got up and got dressed.

"Hey Brandon, can you run me home? I need to shower and get a few new things to wear. I also forgot my Pep Band shirt and certainly can't wear this to the game." Pointing to my shirt he had used to wipe up the cum around the room.

"Sure, no problem."

There might be a sequel to this, but it depends on you all! Give me comments!