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Lucky Stone pt 8

bakerman on Teen Stories

My cock finally slipped from Moms recently ravaged rectum and standing up I could see a trail of cum leaking from her arse and sliding down her leg. Leaning over to pick up my shorts I slapped her hard on the arse again and told her to pick up what was left of her dress and go into her bedroom.

“You wouldn’t want Dad or Sue

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anguage: en-us">to see you lying there like that.”

Mom got on all fours and grabbed the ripped remains of her sun dress and thong and crawled off to her room. As her naked arse disappeared into her bedroom I reminded her that from now on it’s what I want, when I want it.

Waiting till her door closed I grabbed the camera and rewound the tape. I got the cable from the camera bag and connected the camera to the TV in my bedroom and checked out the quality of the recording. I watched it for several minutes, and then satisfied that the sound and vision were OK I again rewound the tape and lay back on the bed thinking of what I should do with it.

I noticed a folder on the table. The type you find in every hotel room, filled with flyers and brochures, for all the local tourist traps. Flicking through I discovered the hotel had a film processing shop and that they could transfer your pictures or films onto disk so I grabbed the tape and headed out to the store.

I arrived just as Mr Muscles from the gym was leaving and he pushed past me as if was a bug to be swatted. I talked the guy behind the counter, who was about my age, about copying the tape and what problem he was having with gym guy.

“He wants some posters of himself done for the gym but he never paid for the last lot so I’m not doing them. I wish I had some way of cutting him down a notch or two.”

I told him I might have what he was after if he could do me a few copies of the tape. He agreed and told me to come back in the morning.

Wandering around the resort I spotted Dad in a café having coffee with a rather attractive, big breasted blonde. To most people in the café this looked like a casual meeting but with the camera’s zoom function I could see Dad’s other hand under the table massaging her mound through her bikini briefs.

The rest of the day I did all the tourist things and that night everyone just hung out in our hotel room. The next day was our trip to the reef but once we arrived at the reef Mom announced she didn’t feel well from the boat ride and was going to lay down while the rest of us hopped in the inflatable boat and headed for the dive area. I knew that what she really had was the hot's for the ships black captain and with us out of the way could get herself a good fucking. Following a day of sun and sea we all arrived back at our room and everyone just crashed.

Sue had been annoying me more than usual yesterday and this morning headed off early to the beach. Dad left to play some golf but I had an idea as to what holes he was hoping to play. I went to the camera store but the young guy wasn’t there and the lady behind the counter told me he should be in about . I went back to my room to get my swimmers and towel and thought I’d head on to the beach and catch up with Sue .

Back at the room I gathered my stuff and as I left through the main room I saw Mom on the balcony. She was wearing a very small bikini and was rubbing sun block on her breasts. I stood and watched her as her greasy hand snaked its way to her upper thighs massaging in the cream. My cock gave a twitch and started to rise and dropping my gear I thought “what I want, when I want it”.

I pulled my hardening cock from my shorts and walking quietly up to her announced “how about taking care of this?” She nearly jumped off the deck chair with surprise and turning to me said that her pussy was still sore from the fucking the other day.

“Sure it’s not from fucking that black guy yesterday while we were off diving?” I said

“How did you know” she replied.

“Because you’re cock happy and from the moment we got on the boat I could tell you wanted him.” I told her.

I moved towards her holding my stiff cock in one hand and as she opened her mouth to object I grabbed her hair and pushed her head onto my cock. Once in her mouth her tongue took over swirling around my cock as she sucked more in. With my hand behind her head I began to fuck her face.

While setting up a rocking motion with my hips that drove my cock down her throat I reached for her breast and began massaging the tit through the bikini top, pulling the material aside then pinching her stiffing nipple.

Mom’s hand gripped my cock, her head bobbed to meet every push from my hips. Faster she jerked my cock taking it from her mouth and licking the head as the pressure built in my balls. Finally she relaxed her hold and I painted a line of cum across her face. Her tongue lapped at my cock as it pulsed with cum Mom worked her hand up and down the length of my cock milking every last drop and greedily swallowing it before falling back to lay on the lounge.

As I placed my cock back in my shorts I leant over and grabbed Mom’s cunt through her bikini bottoms squeezing it firmly as I reminded her that it is mine when I want it. She nodded her head as she wiped cum from her face and licked her hand. She reached out and gripped my wrist pushing my hand more firmly into her crotch and smiling at me as she closed her eyes.

I walked past the photo shop but the guy wasn’t there so I went to the games room to shoot some pool. After a while I glanced at the clock and it was now so I went once more to the photo shop, my mind filled with thoughts of what to do once I had the disks.

The assistant, Phil, was there waiting for me and apologized for being late but then told me he had some pictures I may like. He handed me the original tape as well as three copies burnt to disk. Giving me another disk he told me it contained some candid pictures of a couple of guests he spotted at the secluded cove on the other side of the island.

Finally he said that he had watched the start of the tape and burnt himself a copy and hoped I didn’t mind but working here limited his chances for any action. I thanked him and paid for the copies, tucking them in the pocket of my bag before heading to the marina for some lunch.

Looking at the café’s on the waterfront I spotted Maurice having coffee and cake while reading the paper. I approached him and once again I thanked him for flying us here and looking after us at the resort. He asked me to join him and while we talked I could feel the stone warming my chest. I was trying to think what it meant when I moved my foot and hit my bag and I heard the disks click. Thinking should I give him one the stone warmed further so I knew it was the right thing to do.

“Maurice, I know you collect movies starring a particular performer and I also know she hasn’t made a professional movie for awhile but I have this disk of her most recent performance and I’d like you to have it as my way of saying thanks.”

Maurice was a little surprised and took the disk slipping into his jacket.

“I’ll take this in the spirit in which it was given and I won’t ask any questions about how you got it.”

I left him to his coffee and headed for the beach. I met Dad and from the quick look I had it appeared he had been slapped on the face recently and the redness was only just fading. Maybe he needed the stone for some luck. We walked along the beach looking for Sue but there were too many people about to see her.

“She may be down the far end” I said “She likes to sunbathe topless to get an even tan.”

“That’s good thinking lets take a stroll and see what we find.” replied Dad.

The path took us away from the resort area and the crowds and then Dad spotted some people lying on the sand and began to walk towards them. I followed but quickly saw that neither of the two people were Sue , but they were women who appeared to be topless.

Dads up front salesman manner came out and he just walked up and introduced both of us to the women and began asking about the surf conditions. Then he asked had they seen anyone else around who may be Sue . I just stood to one side trying not to stare at these nearly naked ladies

The older of the women, whose name was Kath, rolled to one side to look at Dad and in the process exposed her left breast. Dad continued talking as if it was nothing out of the ordinary and even sat down next to Kath to talk about their holidays so far. Kath then introduced her companion as her daughter Kim. Kim looked to be about Sue ’s age and smiled at me as she shielded her eyes from the sun. Taking Dad’s lead I sat next to her and talked about teenage things like bands and movies.

Kim then reached into her beach bag and pulling a tube of sun tan cream told me to make myself useful. I applied the cream to my hands and began to massage it into her back working from her neck and shoulders to the top of her bikini briefs. Reaching around Kim pulled the briefs into her arse crack and then told me to make sure to put some on her cheeks so she wouldn’t be too burned to sit down. I obliged by kneading the two halves of her arse like two balls of bread dough. Kath looked across and seeing what I was doing told Dad that was a good idea if he wanted to rub her up.

Dad didn’t need a second invitation and was soon applying lotion to Kath’s back and arse. He knelt over her arse and rubbed with long strokes from her arse to her neck leaning forward till his crotch was spooned in her crack. Kim then flipped over onto her back revealing a nice set of smallish boobs. She had obviously been tanning for a while as there were no tan lines and her nipples blended into the golden brown of her breasts. I put more cream on my hands and was just about to get a hold of her tits when Kath told Dad to swap as she wanted a young stud putting the squeeze on her hooters.

Dad was eager to swap places for a chance to grab some young firm breasts. Kath had also flipped onto her back so I went to work and her boobs. They were largish without being droopy and had big brown nipples that were even now standing to attention as I worked the lotion into the skin. Kath’s eyes were closed and she was moaning softly to herself, then I felt her hand snake its way up the leg of my board shorts and rub against my stiffening cock.

“How about we take this indoors before we get sand where it might itch later” said Kim.

I stopped rubbing and looked at Dad, but he just had a grin on his face, and when Kath agreed we all stood and picked up our gear and headed to a cabin set in the palm trees just beyond the sand. Kim took my hand and ran ahead leaving Dad with Kath. As soon as we entered the cabin Kim just dropped everything, she then flipped the switches that started the ceiling fan and turned on the CD player. The music had a synth pop beat and Kim wrapped her arms around my neck and swayed to the music.

“These guys are called Neuropa and they’ve been playing at the bar at this end of the island all week. You should come and check them out with me.”

Kim forced her leg between mine and was humping my thigh to the beat. I ran my hands from her back to her behind pulling her harder against my leg. She pushed her breasts into my chest and rocked from side to side. I glanced across at Dad and saw Kath already on her knees with his cock in her mouth. Kim reached between us and ran her hand along my stiff cock.

“Is it like father, like son?” Kim asked.

She slid down my body pulling my shorts off in the same motion. My cock sprang to attention and Kim was on it like a seagull on a chip. Her tongue licked at the tip then her mouth opened to take it in, her hands squeezing the shaft and massaging the balls. Kim hummed along to the tunes from the CD as her head bobbed up and down the each time taking more of my cock into her throat until her nose was in my pubic hair and my cock had disappeared. Kim pulled completely off my cock and gave it several jerks sliding her hand from the base to the tip. She rolled her thumb over the head spreading saliva and making it good and slick.

Off from the other side of the room I could hear Kath grunting and groaning as she sat astride Dads cock and bounced with a steady rhythm. She called to Kim for us to come over.

“Before you drain that boy I want to try a fantasy of mine, honey”

Dad was laying flat on the floor and Kath had straddled his cock and was leaning full forward with her arse sticking out.

“Come on sonny I want two men at once and I ‘m giving you the chance to be the first to fuck my butt so come on and enjoy it.”

I positioned myself behind her, making sure not to step on anyone, spread her cheeks revealing a brown butt hole. It was then that Kim reached over and gripped my cock placing her thumb over the head. Moving forward she pressed my cock against her mothers arse and applying slight pressure to my cock head popped it into her mother’s back door. As I inched forward Dad began to withdraw from her cunt. I could feel the movement of his cock. By now I was nearly fully in and Kath began oohing and ahhing with every move. When I started to pull back for the next stroke Dad pushed his cock back in. After several strokes we had a steady rocking motion and Kath was gasping for breath between each scream of ecstasy.

Not wanting to finish too quickly I finally pulled out of her arse and she rolled off Dads cock. Kim moved in kneeling on the floor and began licking her mother’s juices from Dads cock. I moved behind her and my cock slipped straight into her already slippery cunt. She grunted as I plowed her pussy from behind and continued to deep throat Dad. Kath, having regained her breath, squatted over Dads face and lowered her cunt for a good licking.

From my position behind Kim I had an amazing view of four people getting their sexual fulfillment. I was pounding Kim with deep strokes as her head bobbed up and down on Dads cock, Dad had his hands under Kath holding her cunt in position as his tongue drove deep into her slit.

Kath then called for a change of partners and lay back on the lounge. I moved from Kim and lay on top of Kath my cock sliding fully in on the first stroke. Kath wrapped her legs around me forcing me deeper into her. Dad sat on the lounge opposite and Kim sat over him facing towards us so I was able to see his cock slip into her pussy. I banged away at Kath changing the speed and direction of each stroke to make maximum contact and the look on her face told me I was doing the right thing. Her eyes had closed and her top lip had curled back to reveal her clenched teeth. As I completed each stroke she grunted louder, her ands were all over my back, her ragged breathing and the arching of her back made me realize she was close to an orgasm.

Redoubling my efforts I felt her body spasm as her screams came quicker and not being able to hold on I emptied my balls into her steaming cunt. I felt two or three long squirts and each time she bit into my shoulder to suppress the screams of passion. Kath was nearly crushing me so tightly were her arms and legs wrapped around me. Finally her hold released and I sank face down into her bosom as she patted my head.

Kim, meanwhile, was bouncing on Dad and he thrust his hips from the lounge to make sure each stroke went deep. Her hands had reached down and were squeezing and pulling at his balls as he continued to slam away. His hands were wrapped around her chest and he had a good grip on each little tittie as they bounced with the motion.

Kim was shouting as loud as her mother and she must have felt Dad tense because she raised herself up enough for Dads cock to pop out and his cum to squirt across her belly and down into her trimmed pubic hair. Kim rang her fingers through the dripping cum and took them to her mouth so suck them dry. She rolled to the floor totally spent and it was several minutes before anyone spoke and then it was Kath who wanted to know what we wanted to try for the rest of the afternoon. The three of us just laughed barely able to move ourselves to do anything.       


























































The Young Virgin

ActiveCock on Teen Stories


Before starting the story, I had better tell you something about myself.   I am a white male, 58 years young, 5”11” tall and weigh 205 lbs.   I have dark brown hair with hardly any grey hairs, green eyes and nicely tanned brown all over.   I have an exceptional figure for my age, nice chest flat stomach and nice strong legs.   My biggest attribute to fame however is my 11-inch cock This incident happened about six months ago.   Many people will not believe it because I could not believe it either.    Things like this happened only in stories or fantasies.   Nevertheless, believe me it did happen and the result was the best

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weekend of sex, sex, and more sex I have ever had.   That says a lot seeing that I am 58 years old, married for 33 years and have three children.   Sex is not something strange to me.   I had miles and miles of cunt through my 11-inch cock.

The whole thing started when my wife visited my daughter for the weekend and my other two sons was away for the weekend playing football for their school.   All of them left the Friday about noon and would only be back on the Sunday af-ternoon.

I have foreseen a drab weekend ahead of me where I had only my hand as a partner for some pleasure.   What a substitute for pussy.   For the rest I suppose I could go and play golf.   In end however I did not do any of the before mentioned activities.   Why?   You will find out if you read on.

I have taken out my porno magazines, Hustler Knave etc. and put them down on the table next to the sofa.   I have just taken off all of my cloths, lay down on the sofa and started playing with my cock when the phone started ringing.

Oh fuck, whom wants to speak to me know.   It will definitely not be a girl who wants to fuck.   I just do not hope it is somebody who wants to play golf.   I am not in the mood for golf as I have already started getting randy and have a huge hard-on.   I want to play with my cock and wank myself to a nice orgasm

It was Jokie, one of my youngest son’s girlfriends.   She wanted to invite me to a party.   The end of the story was that the party would take place at my home with only the two of us.   I have to supply all the drinks.

I just knew that I was going to fuck her tonight.   Oh boy, she wants only one thing and that is cock.   Why else would a young girl visit an old man of 58 who could be her father?    If not my son’s, then his fathers cock would just be as good .   Seeing that I know my son is one of the boys that have fucked many girls in his school, even in his room in our house.   That was the reason she wants to party with him alone.   However, let her come, I am ready for her and so is my cock.

I decided to leave the magazines just where they are, go, take a bottle of brandy, vodka and some mix, and put it on the table next to the magazines.   I had no choice but to wait for four thirty and you can believe me it was a long wait.   All I had to do was reading the magazines and you can believe me they make me as randy as hell.   I had to use all my willpower not to wank myself to a standstill.

At about 3:15 I decided I had better put on some clothes.   Surely, I could not receive a girl I hardly know in the nude. She might get frightened and ran away when she see my 11” cock.   Not that putting on clothes made any difference.   My cock was still very hard and it was clearly visible, as I was not wearing under-pants.   You could clearly see that I had a tremendous hard-on.

The front door bell rings at exactly half past three .   As I opened the door, I almost swallow my tongue.   In front of me was the most beautiful girl, fifteen years old, about 5’7’’, about 135 lbs and dressed in the smallest of tops and the smallest and tightest of hot pants.   The small top barely covers her 36C tits and I could clearly see that she was not wearing a bra.   Her nipples were standing erect and were clearly visible through the material of her top.   Her hot pants were so short and tight that her cunt lips were almost visible.

Believe me, it was a sight that would even give a marble statue a hard-on.   The girl with the perfect athletic figure, long blond hair that reaches to her middle, the bluest of blue eyes and the long tanned legs that are just going and going without end until it reaches up to her pussy.

If my cock had any thoughts of going to rest, it was drastically changed and it became even harder than before.   She must have seen it because she gave the nicest of smiles and ask me if I am not going to invite her in.   I invited her in and ask her to go through to the living room.

I almost came in my pants as I was walking behind her to the living room.   I could not wait any longer and when we entered the living room, I placed my hands around her middle from behind and pull her closer to me.   She stopped immediately and presses her back tight against me while I pushed my raging hard-on against her butt and found that it was nicely lodge between her buttocks.

“Oh, fuck Jokie, I cannot wait any longer,” I said as I place both my hands on her breasts.

She pressed her head against my chest, turn her face towards me and said,” Kiss me Hendrik.”

I lower my head and slowly press my lips softly against hers; I press my tongue against her lips and slowly move it across her lips.   After a while, she opened her mouth and presses her tongue inside my mouth.   Oh my God, I have never been kissed like this before.   I am not aware of anything except the warm, young body pressing against my body and cock and the tongue invading my mouth.   I pressed my cock even harder against her butt and could feel that she was pressing back while moving het butt slowly up and down against my cock.

I move my hands slowly under her top and take both her bare breasts in my hands.   I move my hands slowly over them, eventually took both her nipples between my fingers, and slowly and softly roll them between my fingers.   She moaned and I could feel her pressing her breasts harder against my hands.   I took het top and slowly pulled it off over her head that leaves the top part of her body completely bare.   After I removed her top, she turned around facing me and I got my first view of her magnificent bare breasts.   Oh, my God I have not seen anything nicer in my life.   The perfectly rounded stiff breasts with the nipples standing to attention and beg me to please come and play with them 

She took her breasts between her hands and while slowly moving her hands over them ask me, “Do you like them Hendrik.   They are my pride and joy and not bad for a girl of fifteen hey.”

“They are the most beautiful I have ever seen and I am so glad that they are mine tonight,” I said, “but lets not waste any more time I want to see the rest of you as well.”

“No I first want to take off your shirt and rub my hot breasts against your hairy chest.” She said and pull my T-shirt completely off over my head.   She then putts her arms around me and starts to kiss me again whilst rubbing her bare breasts from side to side against my hairy chest causing the nipples to became even harder.   I could feel them rubbing against my chest causing my cock to become even harder.

I move my lips slowly down her face over her neck until I reach her magnificent tits.   I first take the one nipple in my mouth and suck it softly and then I move to the other one and after a while back to the first one again.   Continuously sucking her nipples.   While kissing her breasts I moved my hands slowly down her body to her pants and when reaching it I began to slowly pull it down.

As I was pulling her pants down, I also move my lips down her body.   Slowly across her stomach, licking it with my tongue, down to her belly button where I spent a few moments moving my tongue in and around.   I could hear her breathing faster and she starts to moan softly.   As her pants reach her feet, my lips reach her pubic area and could I see her short blond pubic hairs and feel it with my lips.   Her pubic hair was nicely trimmed into an arrow pointing straight down to her treasure chest.   It was still very sparse and there was no way it could cover her full red cuntlips, wet with her juices, that was begging me to put my lips to them and kiss her to an orgasm.   By this time, she was really breathing heavy and I could feel her pushing her hips forward trying to push her cunt against my lips.

When reaching the junction between het legs, she opens them wide allowing my mouth and lips full access to her cunt.   When I place my lips over het cunt taken her whole cunt in my mouth she takes a deep breath and said, “Yesssss. Oh Yessss, eat my cunt.   No man has ever eaten my cunt.   Ohhh pleaseeeeee eat her.   Ohhhhhhhhh myyyyyyyyyyy, please do not stop!”

With that, she places her hands on the back of my head and while pressing my face against her cunt she presses her hips forward forcing my lips and mouth against her wet cunt.   Oh my God! It feels so good.   The young teen cunt under my lips all wet and ready.   I start to lick her cunt from her ass right to her clit.   She presses my head even harder against het cunt moaning, “Oh Fuck I am dying.   I did not know anything could be so good.”

I could feel her whole body begins to tense up in anticipation of the approaching orgasm.   I take her whole pussy into my mouth again and press my tongue as deep as possible in her love hole.   I start to fuck her with my tongue.   Pushing him in as deep as possible and pulling him out softly licking over her clit.   In out in …………….    Her whole body starts to move in sinchronisation with my tongue and she starts to moan louder and louder.   I move my mouth from her cunt, take her pronounced clit softly between my lips, and move my tongue slowly over her clit while softly biting it with my teeth.   That was all she needs to push her over the edge and her whole body started shaking while she shouts: "I’m commiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnggggggggggggg! Oh, fuck, it is niceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!   Eat my cunt. Oh yes eat her!   Oooooooooo!   Oooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Her orgasm was so intense that her legs collapsed and she lowered her body to the floor.   She then took my face, pulls it towards her lips, and started to kiss my lips that were wet from her love juices that also covered my whole face.   She then proceeds to lick all her juices from my face.   Shit, she really knows how to please her lover. 

After recovering her breath she said, “Stand up so that I can take off your pants.   I want to see your monster.   It must be really something judging from what I was ably to make out through your pants and feel against my body.”


I stood up and while kneeling down she started to pull my pants down.   Because of the agitated condition of my cock, my pants did not want to come off and she had to pull the elastic over my cock head.   As the pants clear my cock head she gasps, “My God what the hell is this?”   After pulling my pants off my cock she said,” Shit do you really fuck people with this?   How big is it?”

She did not wait for an answer but took it immediately in both her hands and slowly rub him up and down from the head down to my balls.   She then opened her mouth, bent forward and took my cock head into her mouth.

“You have to be careful, “I said.   “I am now so hot that I wouldn’t need much for to come in your mouth and then we will have to wait a long time before I will be able to fuck you properly.”

She took my cock out of her mouth and said,” It does not matter.   I want you to come in my mouth.   I want to feel your cock spurting in my mouth and taste your come."

She then took my cock again in her mouth and began to suck him in earnest.   She had initially some problems in getting my cock in her mouth.   She managed however, to work him deeper and deeper into her mouth until I eventually feel the head pushes against her throat and she started to gag.   She pulled her head back again, until only my cock head was in her mouth and play with her tongue around my head.   Then back into her throat again and out…..Every time she pushed it in her mouth it goes in deeper until I eventually feel my cockhead inside her throat and was she deepthroating me.   When she pulled it out again and plays with her tongue around his head, it was all I needed.   I could feel the pressure built up in my balls and I start to shoot deep in her throat. 

“Oh, my God it is soooooo nice!   Suck my cock you bitch! Suck it and eat my come! Aaaaaaaaaa! Aaaaaaaaaa!” I shouted as I was beginning to empty my balls while pressing all of my 11 inches in her mouth.   

After the second spurt, she moves her head back until my head was at her lips.   She opened her mouth so that I could see my cock spurting in her mouth.   When I stopped shooting, she closes her lips around my cock and sucks all my come out of my cock.   Believe me, she did not waste or spilled a drop.

My orgasm was so intense that my legs started to buckle and I had to sit down in front of her.   She bent forward and as we started kissing, she pushes my come that was still in her mouth into my mouth.   I have to say that was the first time I tasted my come like this and it tasted fucking good.

“Oh my God Hendrik this was fucking marvelous.   I want to keep on sucking your cock and drinking your come.   By thy way, I can now tell you that I was planning this weekend.   I know that Flip and your wife would be away for the weekend and that you will be all by yourself.   My friend, Annette, and I tried now for a long, long time to arrange something to get you for ourselves. She first noticed your huge cock at one of our athletics meetings last year.   You had a semi hard-on and it was clearly visible through your pants.   I planned this weekend with the sole purpose of you fucking me.”

“Such an old man as I?” 

“You might be old in years but you still have the body of a much younger man, no pot-belly and no pleats.   You still look like a man of 30 years.” 

“I am an old man yes.   I have just come and will have to wait for another hour or more before I will be ready again to fuck you,” I said, “If I was still a young man of 20 I would be able fuck you again in 5 minutes.” 

“I do not mind to wait a couple of hours.   You have such a nice plaything that will keep me busy.   I have not had enough time to really appreciate and inspect such a nice cock and this my first one ever.   We have enough time ahead of us to fuck as I will keep you company for the whole weekend.   No need to be in a hurry.   We also have to take it slow as Annette wants to join us on Saturday.   Do you mind?”

Who am I to object to the company of two young randy girls who want cock?

“Yes it is OK, provided I have enough energy left on Saturday.   Is my cock really the first one you were able to touch and feel and taste?   I did not think that you are still a virgin.”

“Yes I am still a virgin.   The only experience of sex I had was with Annette.   We always play with each others pussies and fingerfuck each other to multiple orgasms.”

“Oh my this is going to be the best weekend of my life.    To take a girl’s cherry is something I always wanted to do.   Even my wife was not a virgin when got married.   Can I tell you a secret as well?   This is the first time I am cheating on my wife.   The only sex I ever had with other woman was before my marriage and none of them was virgins.   But lets not waste anymore time.   Come here and let me eat your pussy.   I have 33 years to make up in one weekend.   I am going to make you come so many times that you will beg me to stop.   Come, take my cock, play with him, suck him, and see how soon you can give me a hard-on again so that I can fuck your cunt for real.    I cannot wait any longer to fuck you and make you a real woman with my cock.” 

  I made her lie down on the carpet and lie myself down next to her with my face at her pussy and my cock next to her face.   Although I have eaten her pussy before I was in such frenzy that I hardly had a good look at it.   I only noticed now how nice looking it was.   Clean shaven except the small arrow of blond hair pointing towards her centre.   The lips swollen, red, and wet.   I used my hands to pull her lips apart and then only did I see how small her fuckhole was.   This was going to be a real tight fuck for my 2,5” diameter cock.   I pushed my finger into her fuckhole and lower my mouth down to her clit and started to move him slowly over her clit while moving my finger in an out of her cunt.   

It was not very long before I feel her whole body starting to shake.   I could I hear her moaning, “Ohhhh Yesssssssss Fuck my cunt with your finger and tongue.   Ohhhhhh myyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, Yesssssssssssssss, Yesssssssssssssss I am cominngggggggg!”

I have eaten her pussy and she must have orgasm four or five times, who counts anyway.   In the meantime she has suck my cock and play with my balls whilst saying, “Oh you nice fucking thing, you are going to fuck me lots of times this weekend.”

With treatment like this there was no way that, I could not get into the mood again.   After an hour, or maybe two, who counts anyway, I could feel my cock rising to the occasion again and was she saying, “Ahh. Life again in your tool hey.   Looks to me as if he is the mood again to fuck me.”

She then took my cock in her mouth and I could feel him growing in her mouth until he was completely stiff again.

“I am going to fuck you now for real my girl and I am going to fuck you on the table in my bedroom in front of the mirror so that I can watch my cock entering your lovely cunt.   Do not think that it will be a quick fuck because I am going to take a long, long time to reach another orgasm.”

With this, I pick her up and carry her to the table in my bedroom.   The table was standing in front of a wall-to-wall mirror where I can watch us in detail fucking.   I put her down on my bed and first throw a blanket over the table.   I picked her up and put her down on the table in such a position so that her cunt was clearly visible from the mirror.

“Oh my god that is going to be nice,” she said, “My first fuck from a real cock and being able to watch it.   Oh, yes I cannot wait any longer. Please put your big cock into my wet cunt, pleasseee!”

The other reason why I have chosen the table is that when a woman lies on it het cunt is properly lined up with my cock when standing next to the table.   My wife and I had many fucking sessions on this same table.   As she was lying down on the table she lifts her legs, opens them and say,” Bring your hard cock and put him into my wet and ready cunt.”

“Stop talking your bitch and let us fuck.” I said while taking my aching cock in my hand and moving him slowly towards her waiting cunt.   As my cock was moving towards her cunt, I noticed her watching it in the mirror.   I pushed the head of my cock against her cunt and slowly move the head up and down on her slit, from her ass up to het clit whilst saying, “Here she is my cock, taste and feel her before entering.”

Her cunt was so wet that her juices were virtually dripping out of it.   I begin to slowly move my cock into her tight teen pussy. Oh shit her cunt is so tight that I wondered if my big cock will gain entrance.   She feels like a real young virgin, which never had a cock in her pussy.   Which I suppose was the case.   A finger after all is not a cock.

“Your cunt is so fucking nice and tight,” I said as I slowly pushed my cockhead against the entrance to her wet and ready cunt.   There was an initial resistance until I fell my cockhead slip slowly into her cunt.

“Ohhhh myyyyyyyyyyy” she moaned as my cock forced her cunt open.   It was a tremendous feeling. The tight wet cunt around my cockhead.   I have never experienced anything like this.   It was fantastic.

“Does it hurt,” I asked while waiting for her answer.

“Yes but not too much,” she said while moving her belly slightly down so that my cockhead pulls back a little bit.   “It feels as it if is going to tear my pussy.   However, it is also so fucking nice. I want to feel of him in my pussy.” She said while trying to move my cock deeper into her pussy.

I started to slowly pushed my cock deeper into her cunt.   I watch my cock slowly going deeper and deeper into her cunt and she even opened her legs wider to give us a better sight.   Oh my God, it is a fantastic feeling to watch my cock force open her tight cunt while slowly disappearing into her depths.   I did not penetrate very deep before I feel her hymen block any progress.

She was moaning softly and keep on saying, “Deeper, oh fuck yesss deeper.   Please fuck me good with the massive pole of yours.   I want to feel your balls against my ass.   Please fuck me so that I know I was been fuck.   Oh myyyyyyyyyyy. It is so fucking nice.”

When feeling her blockage I said to her, “I have to take your cherry now.   It is going to hurt, are you ready for it?”

“Yessssss oh Yesssssssss make me a woman.   Make me yours I want to be a woman.   Please take my cherry.   It is all yours.”

I put my hands on her ankles and opened her legs as wide as possible while simultaneously forced my cock into her cunt.   For a while I thought I was not going to break her cherry but after about two to three seconds I feel it tear and force I another three inches into her cunt.

“Owwwwwwwwwww, it hurts,” She shouts.   “Please stop!”

I stopped immediately and ask her, “Are you OK.   Do you want me to stop?”   I was also unsure what to do as it was my first cherry I have taken.

“No, do not stop.   Just give me a few seconds to recover.    I still want your cock deep in my pussy. I am now your woman you know.”

I could see that she was nearing another orgasm and told her, “Place your hands down at your cunt and play with your clit and my cock.”

As she moves her hands down, I really started to fuck her in earnest.   I push my cock in until my balls slapped against her ass and then pull out until only my head was in her cunt.   I watch her one hand playing with her clit and the fingers of the other hand softly rubbing my cock as it piston in and out of her cunt.

She only played about one minute with her clip before I feel her cunt clasping around my cock and her whole body start to shake.

Oeeeeeeeeeeee, fuck, can it be so nice.   Fuck me aster and deeper, I am cominnnnnnnnnnggggggggggggggggggggg.   Yesssssssssssssss, Oh my God your cock is so magnificent, I want him in my cunt forever, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

I had difficulty preventing her from falling of the table or shaking my cock out of her cunt.   I was however not giving her any rest and really started to fuck her like a maniac.   I carry on pistoning my cock in and out with little circular movements and the occasional extra deep penetration that I keep deep in her cunt for about 5 to 10 seconds with little circular movements.   I could feel my cock pressing against her cervix.   Oh, my it was so fucking hot and awesome.   It was the best fuck I have ever had.   The sweat is pouring of me from exertion but I keep up my pace.   You can believe me she knows she is being fukced.

I did not count how many times she orgasm, but it was not less than 4 times before I feel the telltale built up in my cock and know that my own orgasm is fast approaching and that I am going to cum deep, deep in her cunt.   Thinking about it increase my pleasure even more and say I, “I am going to come now deep in your cunt.   I want to spray my come deep in your lovely, hot cunt.”

“Oh fuck Hendrik fuck me with your big cock.   I cannot take it anymore; I am feeling as if I am going to die.   Yesssssss, I want to feel your hot seed deep in my cunt.   Fuck me harder. Fuck me, oh God fuck meeeeeeeee!”

When shouting she once again clamped her cunt tight around my cock ant this increase in pressure as well as her hand stroking my cock was enough to push me over the edge and orgasm I with a tremendous feeling and couldn’t I help to shout my joy, “Here is my seed your nice cunt, feel it inside you and feel it deep inside you.   Feel my cock spurting my live giving seed in you.   Feel it spurt in your cunt.   Oooooooooo, fuck, it is sooooooooooooooooo nice, Oooooooooooooo, sooooooooooooooooo!"

At the same time she also shouted; "I feel you cummming! Sooooooooooooooooo,    Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, I am cumminnnnnnnnngggggggg, Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

My legs had no more power to hold me and I bent forward until I lay on top of her.   She put her arms around me; kiss me and moving her hands over my back.

“Thank you darling this was tremendous.   Much, much better than what I expected,” she said.   “I do not know what I am going to do now because you have introduced me to the pleasures of the flesh and I want your cock in me all the time.”

She pushed me off her, turned around and starts to suck my cock and balls clean while I lick all my come out of her cunt.

I have no more energy left and told her that we must now go and find something to eat and go to bed and sleep so that I can recuperate before Saturday morning.   Let me tell you it was quite arousing watching a beautiful young naked girl of 15 years preparing something to eat.   If I were any younger, I would have fucked her right there in the Kitchen.   I was however standing behind her and playing the whole time with her beautiful breasts.

Saturday?   Well that is another story I will tell you later all about.   Two girls of 15!!!!!!!!! 

Linda's Cherry is Popped!

MichieMS on Teen Stories

I'm writing this story as "Linda" ... hope you enjoy it !

"When I was 15 years old I started to realize changes in my body ... pubic hair and my titties beginning to develop.  I knew my dad must have dirty magazines and I started sneaking around to find out.  I was right!  He had a book about sex that showed the "art of lovemaking" complete with pencil drawings."

I'd lay on my floor of my room naked, the door locked, rubbing my pussy lips and watching how I looked in the mirror as my hips went up and down.  I always wondered what it would be like to have a boy touch me. 

I was 5'3" and weighed about 117 lbs.  I had dark hair and eyes with fair skin.  I never did more than kiss a boy not even using tongues.  Th

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en came John.  John made me want to be touched and want to feel a boy.  John was 17 and I loved the way he made me feel.  Fully clothed as he sat on me while I lay on his bed.  Pretending to hump me and telling me "it won't hurt much".  He was the first boy to feel my titties under my bra and to rub me between my legs. 

I would go home after spending time with him dying to rub myself until I couldnt take it anymore. 

I guess all this foreplay with no "after" play had me more nuts than I thought.

Being out with a friend one night we met two "men".  They were at least 25 maybe older.  They wanted some teen fun I guess and I was ready.  I thought.

Me and my friend were invited to their apartment that night.  We went which was surprisingly enough.  We paired up and me and Joe went into his bedroom.  He started to kiss me and layed me on the bed.  It didnt take long to realize I was not ready for a real man.

I told him I had to go but he had other ideas.  It was then I knew I was in trouble.  He let me leave the bedroom and I went to get my girlfriend.  But the guy she was with told me she had to go.  I was alone in their apartment and feeling very vulnerable.

Joe told me to relax and gave me a drink to settle me.  He made me drink it and I did thinking ok if I listen to him he'll just let me go.  What a mistake. 

"Get undressed", his friend Tom said.  "No!", I cried.  Joe told me if I did what they wanted it would be easier.  After being told to undress again and me not doing so Tom held my arms as Joe unzipped my jeans.  "Please don't", "please don't do this, just let me go". 

They smirked and laughed and stripped me naked.  I was told to climb on top of a table and I did.  I stood completely naked for them to view.  "Turn around and bend over so we can see your sweet pussy".

Still believing that they would never hurt me I did as they requested.  I heard zippers being unzipped and breathing getting heavier.  I was layed on a table with my legs in stirrups.  My wrists tied and me laying totally exposed.

It didn't take long for one of them to want a blowjob.  Joe forced his cock into my mouth and demanded I suck.  I sucked as best I could but he kept pushing in furhter.  "Take my cock, bitch", Joe yelled at me.  "If you bite or hurt me in any way you are screwed".  Not very reassuring.

The next two to three hours both Joe and Tom took turns in my mouth pushing their cocks one at a time into my mouth and forcing me to take it.  Allof it.

The doorbell rang and I thought I was saved.  It was my girlfriend.  Thank God I thought.  I screamed and she came to me.  It wasn't right though.  She asked if they fucked me yet.

They said no and she said that that was good because she wanted to see "Little Miss Perfect" get her pussy fucked.  I couldn't  believe it.

She was my closest friend and she didnt do anything to stop them.  Instead she had her own agenda.

Gina got undressed and the guys helped her.  She had obviously been with them before.  She stripped down and squatted over my mouth and scremed at me "suck my pussy miss goody two shoes".  I cried for her to please stop.  Please don't do this.

Her pussy began to grind against my mouth.  My tears were running down my face and I was sobbing.  "Please Gina stop, don't do this ..."  She sat down harder and demanded I suck or else ...

Or else didn't matter much.  My life was over as I knew it and it would never be the same.  While sucking her pussy she played with my clit.  I hated myself beause I was getting excited by all of this and I couldn't be. 

My nipples stiffened and Tom and Joe each took one in their mouth and began to suck and bite.  The more pain that was inflicted on me the more pleasure I felt.

Gina spread my pussy lips and told Tom I was ready.  Joe said he was first because I came there to be with him but ultimately it was Tom that took my virginity.

He thrust his cock all 9 inches into my pussy making me scream.  I hated what was happening but I also knew that I was getting turned on and I was close to cumming.

Gina climbed off my mouth and kissed me deeply.  I didnt know if I should or shouldn't respond.  I wanted more I wanted a cock or a pussy or both.

The next while they all took their turns on me.  Sucking my titties, my pussy and making me suck on Gina's pussy and lick her titties. 

That summer I spent my days as their sex slave.  The naive teen I no longer was.  I was a slut and I knew it and loved it.  The more they humiliated me the more I wanted.

let me know ... should I continue?

A Great Vacation

Dyechamp on Teen Stories

This all started out as another boring family trip, I'm Joe a 17 year old senior from immaculate high school in Bethel Connecticut . My family and me took a one-week trip down to Williamsburg Virginia over spring break. As usual my mother decides to go down to the pool and drags the rest of us with her. I decided to hit the hot tub for about an hour. There were so many people there. I was looking around for someone to talk to because by this time I was bored out of my mind. Most of the people there were old or below 10, so I just kept soaking up the hot water.

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lass="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%">            About 30 minutes later I saw her, she sat down a table across the pool. All I could think was OMG. She was gorgeous, she had long red hair that flowed over her shoulders, she was about 5'6'' and what looked like rather large breasts, and dam what an ass. I was checking her out for at least 15 minutes when I noticed that she was wearing a shirt from Bethel Food Mart, which is a store from my town. I was wondering if she was also from Bethel . I couldn't take my eyes off her, she must have noticed because she started to look right at me. I decided to go walk over, and ask her if she actually was from Bethel .

            So I got up out of the hot tube, grabbed a towel and walked over.


"Hi" she said

"I'm Joe"


I sat down in the chair next to her.

"This might sound strange" I said

Jen gave me a strange look, so I continued

  "I saw the logo on your shirt and was wondering if you were from Bethel Connecticut ?" she had a small smirk.

"Nope, sorry. Why do you ask?"

"That's were I'm from" I said

"I'm from Brookfield ". She said as she put her book down

Brookfield is literally 3 minutes away from me.

We exchanged phone numbers, and room numbers in the hotel

"So what are you, I'm a senior?" I asked

"Junior" she said and she and handed me a soda.

"Thanks" I said

That's when my phone rang, it was my dad.

He said that they were going out to dinner

I told him that I was going to pass, and I would catch up with them later.

Now the blob in my head started to tick.

Parents gone, I'm with a gorgeous girl.

"You like scary movies?" I asked

"Yea I love them" she answered

"Want to head back to my room, I brought a bunch of them with me?" I asked her

"Umm.. Ok" she said

"ok cool, lets go" I gave her my hand and we walked back to the room.

I was a little hungry so I decided to order a pizza.

"Jen, you want some pizza?"

"Are you kidding I love pizza!"

I called village pizza and ordered a large and a bottle of soda.

"Joe, what movies you got?"

"They are over in that bag" I said as I pointed to my bag.

"How about House of the Dead?" she said

"Sure that's one of my favorites, just give me a minute"

I ran to the bathroom, took a quick piss, and sprayed some axe on.

"Ready to start?" I asked

"Yea put it in already"

            I popped in the DVD in and took a seat next to Jen.

I started the movie, I could tell Jen was one of the people that liked to get scared bye the movies, because after 5 minutes she was already leaning on my shoulder and squeezing my hand. I put my arm around her and held her tight for what must have been half of the movie, when there was a knock at the door. It was the pizza guy. He said it was $13.00, so I handed him a 20 and told him to keep the change. Making sure to show off the wad of 20's that I had in pocket to Jen.

I Put the Pizza and soda on the table, and sat back down with Jen.

            She looked at me with a gaze that looked like se was staring in to my soul, I was tingling all over at this point I leaned in, she leaned toward me, and we shared our first kiss. We must have been kissing for over an hour, when she broke the kiss, told me she would be right back, and ran to the bathroom. She came back out a few minutes later asked me what she missed, I pulled her down to the couch, laid down next to her, continued to kiss her, while I massaged the rest of her body. Every once in a while rubbing one of her nipples. I could tell the see was getting horny, as our tongs twirled around each other. We were both filled with lust. I slowly slid my hand down her back and noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra. She must have taken it off when she was in the bathroom. we continued to make out as we lay back down and I massaged her breasts through her shirt. I could tell she loved it because she was moaning every so often as we were kissing.

            I slid my hand up Jen's shorts, rubbing her thighs. I had to break the kiss one last time, to ask her something, "Jen do you want to go out with me?" I asked, she quickly kissed me and said "Yes, Hell yes" by now it was around 10:00, and I could tell that she was getting hungry, I started to get up, she got up with me still kissing me, as we walked over to the table. Jen sat on my lap as we were starting to eat the pizza. Her ass rubbing against my semi-hard cock. I picked up a piece of pizza, and put it near our mouths as we kissed we were taking small bites and sharing it between both of us. She was such a great kisser, I had never been with someone who was as in to it as she was, and I loved it. The phone rang again, and it was my dad they said that they were on the way home. I told Jen, and said that we better get back together tomorrow. She agreed, she didn't want them to walk in on us. I told her to meet me by the pool at the next morning. Kissed her one last time before she walked out.

            I went to my car, drove down to the local store to pick up some flowers for Jen, I had to give her something tomorrow morning, while I was there I also bought a pack of condoms, not sure if I would need them in the upcoming days with her. I took the car to the car wash to get it ready for my plans, and set up some reservations at a really nice restaurant back home. I got back in my car, and drove back to the hotel room got some sleep for the great day I was having tomorrow.


            It was when my alarm went off, I got up took a shower, got dressed, graded my keys, and headed out to the pool area to go meet Jen. I made sure to get there a few minutes early. So I got by the pool at , and waited. At she still wasn't there so I picked up my phone and called her. There was no answer, so I sat down on a bench. 30 seconds later I felt 2 hands on my back, I turned around and gave Jen a kiss. I told her that I had some plans for the day and to tell her parents that she would be gone till tomorrow. She told them, I handed her the flowers, and we got in my car and were on the road for a nice long trip back to Connecticut .  

            We started on our seven and a half hour drive up the side of the country. Ever few hours we would stop at a rest stop to go to the bathroom and snuggle in the back of the car. Then it was back to driving. By the time we got to Connecticut it was . I told her that we were going out to a fancy restaurant, so we stopped at her house so she could change. So told me to make myself at home so I sat down on the couch and waited for her to come out. About 15 minutes later she came out of her room and my mouth almost hit the floor. Jen looked great, she was wearing a very sexy dress, low cut, and tight. It showed off how large her chest was. We got to my house, I ran upstairs, changed, and got back down in a few minutes. We got back to the car, and headed down the road to G, some fancy new contemporary restaurant. I booked the secluded room in the back of the place and ordered 2 chef specials. We stayed at the restaurant for 2 good hours, we talked for a long time, and I think I was falling in love with her.

            We got back to the car and headed back to her house were I told her to grab a bathing suit, and a change of cloths for the next day. We went back to my house, I went to go change it to my bathing suit and told Jen that she could change in my sister's room. Of course I was out first, so I went out back and turned on the hot tub on the deck. I waited outside of the door to my sister's room, wanting to see how great Jen looked in her bikini. The minutes that I waited for her seemed like hours, I finally heard the door start to open so I hid behind the door. When Jen walked through the door, I came up behind her and picked her up, it must have scared the crap out of her because she screamed so loud. I was holding her up by her ass and dam what an ass she had. We kissed as we walked over to the hot tub. I walked up the stairs, slowly walked in the tub and placed my sexy friend in the chair, and I sat down next to her, and almost as soon as I sat down, she was on top of me, rubbing my cock with her ass as she kissed me. By now I was hard as steel. I put my hands around Jen's back and unhooked her bikini top, and slowly let it fall off her shoulders exposing her large firm breasts.

            I slowly massaged her bare flesh letting small moans escape form her, she was grinding her ass even harder against my cock now then she was before. I felt like I was going to burst. Once again I picked Jen up not stopping kissing her, and walked back inside, and sat her down on the couch, slid off her bikini bottom, and spread her legs. I started to kiss her thighs getting closer to her pussy ever time. She shaved her pussy bald and it looked great, her lips were so puffy, I couldn't hold back any longer. I plunged my tong in to her tight pussy, finding her silt right away. In only a few minutes Jen had her first orgasm. I came up form between her legs and gave her a deep kiss.

            Seconds later, Jen Rolled me off her, I could see the fire in her eyes, she was burning with lust. She pulled off my board shorts, and stared with awe at my hard cock. I don't have a huge cock but I was proud of my 6 inches of steel. Jen slowly started to lick the head of my cock, I let out a small moan. She started to lick the shaft of my cock before burring all 6 inches in her mouth massaging it with her tong. I had been with plenty of girls but Jen was definitely the best cock sucker I had ever had. She was sucking my steel for a good 7 minutes before I started to feel my balls tingle. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and jerked off all over her chest. She rubbed my cum all over her chest and stomach, then licked her fingers.

            We both laid back down on the couch and made out while we watch 28 days later. We fell asleep naked on the couch, and when I woke up the next morning I felt great, and when I looked down Jen was back between my legs, sucking on my newly hard cock. My god I never had a girl that liked to suck cock as much as much as I liked to have it sucked. This time when I came she swallowed it all. God I did love this girl. I got up, and headed to the kitchen to make us some breakfast, before we got back on the road to go back to Virginia . She got a call from her mom when I was still cooking, she told her that she was home so now we didn't have to go back. That was a relief for me because I didn't really want to drive that far again. Plus it gave us more time with each other. A half hour later I finished making breakfast and we sat down to eat. I really hoped that Jen liked the omelets that I made. I can't resist a good sausage and cheese omelet. We sat down to eat and she told me that she wanted to take a shower, so I told her that I would head out to the store while she was in the shower.

            After we finished eating, I gave Jen a ride back to her house so she could shower and change, and I went to a ring shop. I decided to ask Jen to marry me. I'm not sure why but it just felt right to me, and we hadn't even fucked yet. It is a good thing that I had finally got a good job, or I couldn't pay for the ring, it was $1,700 with the largest diamond I had ever seen in a ring, ok not really but it was the biggest one that I could afford. I headed back to Jen's house to pick her up, and once again I couldn't believe how good she looked. She was wearing a mini skirt and tight belly shirt. I told her that we were going to go to a bar that my friend owns. That's were I was going to pop the question. She hopped in and we were on the road again. We stopped off at the bar. I ordered us some margaritas, and went to go with Jen, after our second round I could tell that it was starting to go to her head I had to ask her. I got up, and grabbed the box in my pocket, Jen tried to get up, but I told her to sit back down. I held her hand and got down on a knee, and said "I know that we just met 3 days ago, but I have never felt this way about anyone before, Jen will you marry me?" and with my luck, she said yes. I kissed her and we ran out of the bar and back to her house.

            Jen, My fiancŽ told me to sit on the couch and enjoy the show, having an idea of what she meant, I sat down put my arms behind my head. Jen put on some techno music and started dancing around, she was going to strip for me. She started to lift her shirt, but stopped when I could see the bottom of her bra. She undid the bottom of her skirt and the zipper exposing the front of her sexy pink thong. She had her hair up in a bun, but she let it fall covering her shoulders, she took off her heels. Then she slid off her skirt, spinning around, and bending over showing off her great ass. Then she slid up her shirt and through it at me. I could smell her, she smelt great. She took off her bra, and through it on the floor, and then slowly she slid of her panties exposing her freshly shaven pussy that I had meet the night before. Jen started to dance around the room coming over to me only to strip me of my close. She lead me to her room, were we would be spending our first time together.

            I followed her up the stairs up to her room, she had a queen size bed in her room perfect for us. She laid down on the bed and kept saying "Fuck Me", I wasn't sure if she was still a virgin so I was going to take it a little slow at first didn't want to heart her.   I climbed on top of my gorgeous girl, made sure she was wet, so I played with her clit for a few minutes to get her juices flowing. I grabbed my cock and lined it up with her pussy. I started to push the tip of my cock, she was so tight, after I got about 3 inches in I felt her hymen, not only do I get to marry this gorgeous girl I get to take her virginity to, what a day. I pulled out, bent over and kissed her hard, gave her my hand and told her to squeeze it until the pain stopped. In one large motion I broke her hymen and 5 inches of my cock in her pussy. She singed with pain and squeezed by hand. I stopped moving until she let go of my hand. I started off slow, but when Jen started moaning I picked up the pace, still never getting the full 6 inches in her. Jen had 2 mind blowing orgasms before I came deep on her tight pussy. We laid together for an hour before getting up to take a shower together. We got dressed, and went downstairs to watch the queen of the dammed, we got about 10 minutes in before we fell asleep on top of each other.


Chapter 2 ???

Winter Formal: That Night (m/m)

ubersephiroth on Teen Stories

The night of my girlfriend's winter formal for her high school was a night to remember.  Rachel and I had been dating for about 7 months at the time.  We both went to different high schools, which made things a little difficult at that age to be only thinking of that one person.  Especially when I have been having a lot of bisexual feelings since, o I don't know...birth!  Anyway, my friend Peter that I went to school with was really my only friend there.  I hated everyone else and thought they should all die.  :) 

I wanted to bring Peter with Rachel and I to the formal so we asked Rachel's friend Heather to blind date, which she did.  The night at the dance was about the norm of any stupid high school get-together.  Seeing a bunch of people that you don

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't really like anyway just in a different surrounding.  Throughout the night Rachel and Peter had been flirting more with each other than I thought should be going on, so I decided that that was enough of the night and took everyone home.  On the way home Heather and Peter were making out the whole was almost annoying, but ok to watch.  After we dropped off Heather, we went to take Rachel home.  That was eventless.  Then it was down to just Peter and I.

We went to his house, which was a lot easier to find in the daylight.  When we got there I looked at him and said, "I don't think I am going to be able to get home from here."  He laughed and asked if I wanted him to just come home with me then and I could take him home in the morning.  Sure I said, no problem.  So we drive to my house, which was only about a 10 minute drive away.  We pulled in the driveway at about 11 pm so my parents were already asleep.

We went into my room and giggled about the night.  He told me that he actually got to finger Heather a little bit in my car.  I didn't believe him of course, "You just met," I said.  He then held up his fingers to my nose, which still had that distinct fragrance of female juices.  I smiled and called him a pervert.  He grinned and said "Let's go to bed now." I agreed that it was getting late and I had to pick up Rachel in the morning to spend the day with her.  We got undressed...down to the underwear, then looked at each other and decided that was enough of clothes on the floor.  We hopped into my queen size bed that easily fit both of us.  Lying in bed looking at each other and whispering back in forth under the covers was a lot more intense than I thought it would be.  We were almost like little schoolgirls giggling back and forth; looking back it was almost pathetic.

After getting the little laughing and talking out of the way, I said goodnight and moved in close to give him a hug.  While looking at Peter to hug him he inched his face toward mine.  I met him with a kiss.  Lying there puzzled and anxious I looked him in the eyes and got this confirming grin from him.  Then my hug turned more into a body-to-body touching.  I started to touch his muscular chest which only had a bit of hair on it, and that is exactly was I was twisting around in my fingers.  We kissed again, this time longer and deeper.  Exchanging tongues and loving every second of it, I reached down to his tazmanian devil boxers, and grabbed his hardening penis.  Blood was shooting through my body as my heart went wild.  I was a nervous wreck; I had never done anything like this before.  Maybe thought about it but never actually did anything.  I decided that I wasn't going to hold back and slipped my hand under his boxers this time and met his large patch of pubic hair.  Pubic hair wasn't really something that I liked, since I did shave but I didn't care this time.  My hand fought through his forest and then got what it wanted.  I started to massage his dick in hand and felt it get rock hard in about 3 seconds, which means that he liked this a lot. 

I looked at him again and asked him if he wanted me to go down on him.  He looked at me and smiled lightly and shook his head yes.  That was all that I needed, I immediately was crouched over on my knees at the lower half of the bed looking up at him from between his legs.  I reached up and grabbed either side of his boxers and then started to pull them off.  Once I got them on the floor, I looked back at his gorgeous naked body.  That sight alone almost made me cum in my shorts.  Then I leaned over him and kissed his mouth again and slowly made my way down his chest past his belly button, and then to his pubic hair which made my nose itch.  Then it was there his thick 6" penis just waiting for attention.  I gave him one last look while I grabbed a hold of it and then shoved it in my mouth.  It tasted a little salty at first; since he was uncircumcised it gets a little sweatier down there.  I nearly gagged myself with the first thrust; I wasn't sure how much of his big member I could take.  Getting a little more under control I started to only put it in a little at a time.  His moans were plenty to tell me that I was doing well.

I continued to put little by little more into my mouth.  Soon I had about 3 inches of his meat in there.  Any more I thought and I would die.  After working on him for about 5 minutes he started to get pretty r ambunctious with his thrusting and I knew he was going to cum soon.  So I put my head up and started to jack his cock hard and fast.  Within seconds streams of his beautiful seed were all over my hand and his stomach.  He looked up at me and smiled big.  Then within an instant he shot up from his laying position and grabbed my shoulders.  Pushing me onto the bed right next to where he was just laying.  In an almost animalistic way he pulled down my briefs, which I never thought to take off because I wanted him so bad.  There I lay in front of him with now naked body shining in the moonlight through my window.

Giving him a confirming nod he started to kiss me the same way that I did him not 10 minutes ago.  Starting with a nice long and passionate french kiss and then kissing my chest and licking my nipples, he headed down more to my shaven pubic hair and giggled and said, "I like this shaved better."  Then he finally arrived at my 5" erect penis that was looking right at him and just begging him to do something!  Without any warning he shoved the whole thing in his mouth.   I don't know how he did it, but he did.  And boy did that send a good feeling through my body.  I jolted up and down and he kept me in his mouth the whole time sending his tongue all around on my dick.  What seemed like 2 minutes later he came up for air and laughed at my amazed look on my face.  I said, "I know I am not as big as you but how did you do that."  He laughed again and said that he didn't know, but could and it didn't hurt him or anything like that.  He then started to suck my cock some more, sending me into various wonderlands of pleasure.

The only problem was I started to think about what I doing and then started to second-guess it.  Which then made me go limp in about 10 seconds.  Peter looked up at me with this pouty look on his face and asked what the problem was.  I assured him that it had nothing to do with him, and that he was doing fabulous.  It was Rachel that I couldn't stop thinking about.  He understood and lied down next to me.  We began to spoon and feeling his hard soft body next to mine made my loins want him even more now.  After about a minute of lying like that and slowly rocking back and forth I became really hard.  I was laying just at the perfect level for his ass to be directly in front of my dick.  Slowly rocking back and forth into his crack was quite pleasing actually.  Next thing I know his hand comes around and grabs my penis and leads it toward his hole.  This was something that I did not plan on.  But how could I resist.  The hottest guy I knew who I just sucked off wanted me to fuck him.  So...I did.  I followed his lead and put the head of my dick up to his anus.

After confirming with him that it was ok, I started to thrust.  Not getting anywhere at first since we were using no lubrication and no condoms it was a bit rough.  A minute or so passed of just trying to get it in then all of a sudden, pop, I was in.  With just the head of my cock in his ass was better feeling than any pussy could ever feel.  I knew this would make me do what he and I wanted.  So very slowly I gained a little elevation by pushing up on my elbows and let the rest of my rock hard dick slide into his unprotected anus.  His body was spazaming and he would wince in pain every now and then but for the most part seemed to like it.  I started to pick up the pace of my newly found love and began thrusting in deeper and deeper.  Soon I was holding his shoulders while watching my cock go all the way out with the head still in, and then ramming back in.  Not long after that I started to feel my orgasm building up.  He asked me to stop, but I told him that he felt so good and that I was going to cum soon, and he said ok.  Then I really let him have it, I asked him if I could cum inside of him, and shook his head yes and started to rock back and accept my dick being shoved into him.  After about another minute I started slamming my hard cock in his ass so hard I could here him starting to cry.  Watching him in his weakened state, I thrust one last time and buried myself deep in his cavity and sprayed his insides with my semen.  I didn't think that I was going to stop, several squirts more than my normal amount was emptied into him.  It was the best orgasm that I had ever had.  Spending about another minute cooling down and letting my dick go limp in him I finally pulled out.

Lying back down on my side of the bed, Peter rolled over and hugged me and said thank you.  We fell asleep just like that about 5 minutes later, cause we needed rest, Rachel was coming over tomorrow...

FMF Teenage Threesome

SarahT on Teen Stories

Standing back glancing at the beautifully lit candles all over the hotel room, I knew it was finally going to happen, the fantasy that I had been dreaming about for so long. Shawn was standing behind me, he slowly started nibbling on my shoulder and working his way up to my neck with his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. A slight moan escaped my mouth and with that he inched his hands upwards. He started tracing circles around my bellybutton and then he pushed my bra out of the way and brushed his fingers past my nipples. The variation of his cold hands and my warm breasts made my nipples instantly erect. He started pinching my nipples while simultaneously nibbling on the side of my neck and as a result my breaths were getting much deeper. We were suddenl
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y interrupted by the knock on the door. Kristen walked in with a grimace on her eyes and a sly smile on her face. Almost instantly she wrapped her arms around Shawn's waist and gave him a deep kiss, the whole time staring into my eyes. After about a minute she reluctantly pulled away and came towards me. She took me into a deep embrace.  Not only were we kissing but she started grinding against me. It was so different yet Kristen made it seem so right. We both looked at Shawn, he was starting to form a boner and we started giggling. Looking into her eyes I knew she was thinking what I was thinking.

Kristen and I both approached a stunned Shawn who was leaning against the dresser.  We quickly ripped off his shirt to reveal a beautiful set of pecs highlighted with pierced nipples.  Kristen gave me a devilish grin after realizing this discovery.  She went straight for one of his nipples, tugging on the ring and nibbling all around his chest.  I passionately kissed Shawn and moved lower to his neck.  A blissful look crossed his face as he grabbed onto Kristen’s hair with one hand and my hair with the other.  He forcefully pushed my head down to his other nipple where Kristen was pinching it vigorously.  I moved her hand over and started to play with his nipple like I had done so many times before, yet this time it was different, it must have been the amazingly sexy woman standing next to me in such a suggestive position.  I noticed that Shawn was enjoying this just as much, if not more than I was.  My hand traveled south until I got to the obvious bulge in his pants.  I playfully squeezed the bulge until I heard a slight moan come out of his lips.  Kristen realized what was going on and quickly undid his belt and zipper and joined me in pulling down his pants and boxers to reveal a gorgeous semi-hard cock.  I licked the tip of head but quickly went down to his balls.  I started playing with them with my tongue while starting up at Shawn.  Kristen bit her lip and quickly wrapped her lips around his cock.  Slowly Shawn’s penis was disappearing into Kristen’s wanting lips.  Watching her deep throat my boyfriend made me want to smack her but at the same time the image before me made me want to rip off all her clothes and have my way with her.  The mixed thoughts in my mind just made me want to suck on his balls even more.  Soon his moans were getting deeper and more intense hinting to me that he was about to cum.  This was my clue to abruptly stop and make Kristen do the same.  A bit confused Shawn stared at me staring at him and started pushing my head back towards his erection.  I couldn’t help but let out a giggle as I got up and went to get something from the duffle bag I brought.  Kristen followed me and when she saw the treasure that awaited us, she gave a sly smile and very roughly pushed Shawn onto the bed.  Shawn more curious than ever asked what was in the bag.  I took out two scarves and handed one to Kristen.  Luckily, Shawn was laying on a bed with a backboard which was perfect for my plan.  We both tied Shawn’s hands to the backboard with a tight knot that made him let out a little groan.  Kristen was obviously thinking the same thing as me because she took me to the middle of the room, grabbed me, and pushed herself against me.  While we were in the deep embrace we both stared at Shawn knowing that we were about to give him a show he would never forget…

Kristen wrapped her arms around me and pressed her lips against mine.  My body sunk in to hers as our tongues explored each other’s mouths.  As we started getting more into it, she pushed up my shirt and put her hand on my bare stomach.  It was déjà vu of about four years ago when we first made out.  At that time it was innocent and full of curiosity, two young girls exploring their sexuality.  This time it was sexy and erotic, oh how we both grew up.  Her hands slowly inched up my stomach to my breasts.  She started feeling me between the thin fabric of my bra but I wanted more.  I ran my hands down her back across her ass and to the back of her upper leg.  I slowly hitched up her skirt only to reveal a sexy black thong.  Turned on by the thought of this I grabbed her butt.  That was enough to get her to remove my shirt and bra in a few swift moves.  Kristen wrapped both hands around my tits and started playing with them.  I couldn’t help but moan, which made her start tugging, and pulling on my nipples.  I removed my hands from her butt and inched them up to the bottom of her shirt.  I slowly pulled it off as if her body was a present that I couldn’t wait to open.  My jaw dropped to the ground as I realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra.  She flashed me a sexy smile as she stood there watching my stare at her gorgeous tits.  She took my face into her hands, gave me a hard kiss, and skipped straight down to my boobs where she began to lick and nibble.  I ran my hands through her hair as she worked every square inch of my breasts.  She then moved her hand to my waistband and wrapped her hands around my hips.  My zipper slowly became unfastened and my skirt dropped to the ground.  Kristen couldn’t help but stand up, take a few steps back and stare at my almost naked body.  All that stood in her way was my now damp red thong.  She inched closer to me, and very slowly and carefully slipped the thong down.  I heard a groan come from the other side of the room, I almost forgot about the naked man tied to the bed, and what was probably going through his mind.  All I could do was bite my lip and stare into his eyes.  Just watching how helpless he was made what Kristen was doing to me just that much better.  It was then when everything sunk in, this was going to be my first time with a girl and I couldn’t wait to go further…

She grabbed me roughly and kissed me again.  Our bodies were now pushed together as she kept kissing me deeper and deeper.  Her hand was moving slowly down my chest, down my stomach, and down to my mound.  I took a deep breath as she slipped her fingers into my slit.  It felt so good and I needed more, I quickly pulled down her skirt and slid my hands underneath her thong to her pussy.  The wetness of her smooth pussy was enough to get me more turned on than I ever have before.  I was now fingering her with one hand and pushing her finger inside of me with the other one.  We both kept going faster and harder until we were both moaning.  Kristen removed my hand from inside of her.  When she saw my disappointment she slowly and erotically licked my finger while giving me a wanting look.  She shoved me against the dresser and got down on her knees where she started sucking my inner thighs and I could tell that she loved teasing me like this.  Finally she licked up my slit to my mound.  By now my legs were shaking and my hips were bucking trying to get closer to her mouth.  Kristen took one of my legs and placed it over her shoulder giving her full access to my wanting pussy.  Suddenly she darted her tongue inside of me and I couldn’t help but shriek.  She found my clit and started sucking and pulling on it, which resulted in me closing my eyes and throwing my head back.  She then started tongue fucking me.  It started off slow and careful but in a few seconds she was ferociously going in and out of me.  I had one flimsy hand keeping me standing and the other grabbing and pulling on Kristen’s hair.  She suddenly removed her tongue from me and just stared into my eyes.  I couldn’t take it and needed her back inside of me.  I very roughly shoved her head back towards my pussy and my dominance only made her do everything faster and harder.  Everything was a blur from then on; her tongue and fingers were taking turns giving me the ultimate pleasure.  I have had oral sex performed on me a lot of times but it never felt like this.  I was on the edge when Kristen bit down on my clit.  One of the biggest orgasms of my life overcame me as my body started shaking and my legs almost gave out from underneath me.  She gently kissed my slit, stood up, and gave me another deep kiss.  All I could do was sigh.  We both looked over at Shawn still tied to the bed with a huge erection.  We silently agreed that it was time for him to reach the “Big O” but that didn’t mean that we had to untie him…

My Neighbor Returns

tboneguy on Teen Stories

***  I don’t normally do sequels, but two stories that I wrote last year seemed to want to continue even after they were posted.  The story lines have bounced around in my head for more than a year, and I’m hoping that if I write them they will go away.  Hope it’s worth it.  This is a sequel to “Love Thy Neighbor”,  posted 2/20/03. 

Very brief synopsis of earlier story:  Jeff is a lonely widower in his late 40s whose children have grown up and moved away.  Kelly is a cute and sweet 16-year-old virgin who has been good friends with Jeff since she was a toddler on her tricycle.  They have spent many hours over the years talking about whatever was important to her at that age.  Recently she decided that s

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he wanted Jeff to teach her about sex and take her virginity and asked him when she came to collect for a school fundraiser.  He insisted that she think about it further, but spent the afternoon teaching her about other joys of sex.  Now he is feeling guilty about that afternoon and about even considering her request.


She called!  She called!  Kelly called! 

She must have been watching for me to drive into the court, as she has done for so many years, because the phone rang barely five minutes after I arrived.

“Hello,” I answered.

“Jeff?”  I didn’t recognize her voice at first.

“Yes, this is Jeff.  Who is calling?”

“Jeff?” she said again, as if she didn’t hear me.  Then I knew.

“Kelly?  Is that you?”

“Jeff, I’ve thought about it a lot, and I’ve decided.”  There was a long pause.  I didn’t speak, determined not to push her in any way.  “I want to go through with it.”

I didn’t ask what.  Silly word games were out of place here.  “Kelly, are you sure?  This is a big step for a woman, and you can only do it once.”

“I know, Jeff, and I’m ready.  It’s going to happen sometime, and I want it to be you.  I really do.”

“Are you sure it shouldn’t be someone your own age?”  Silence again.
“I’m sure.  I want it to be someone who will make love with me and help me enjoy it, not some guy in my class who’ll just want to get it over with and brag about it to his friends.”

Well, there was more of this.  I guess I already felt guilty and wanted to assure myself that this really was her decision.  Her parents were going to be out of town all weekend, and her brother would be at a basketball game in a neighboring town most of Saturday.  We set a time for her to come over.  OK, we made a date on Saturday.  Is that more accurate? 
After she hung up the guilt pangs really hit.  How can I be so happy?  What kind of man am I?  She‘s a child, a sixteen-year-old girl, and what I am contemplating is illegal.  It could land me in jail for a long time.  And is this a good thing for her?  Well, she is a very level-headed girl, and she has had a long time to think about it.  It’s what she wants.  Would I want it to happen in a back seat, for her perhaps to become pregnant?

Total gibberish.  When it came right down to it, I had made my decision, too, and the decision was that if that sweet and lovely teenager wanted to offer me her virginity I was going to try my best to make it one of the happiest and most memorable events of her life.  I’m not a total monster.  I bought a package of the best quality condoms and felt very strange doing it, almost as if the clerk who rang up the sale could tell that I was buying them to ravish a lovely teenager.  Guilt is a powerful emotion. 

When my doorbell rang on Saturday, I was nervous.  Nervous!  Nervous because a beautiful teenage girl had come to offer me the opportunity to take her virginity and to teach her the joys of sexual love.  It almost sounds decent when I say it that way.  When I opened the door I just stood and looked at her.  She looked so… so virginal .  She was dressed in summer clothes as she was last time:  summer blouse, no bra, short shorts, and sandals.  But she looked so innocent! 

I did eventually manage to invite her in, and we were both a little shy at first.  I mean, you don’t just tell a girl like that, “OK, I’m ready, let’s go fuck.”  I didn’t.  I took her into my arms, looked into her eyes, and kissed her.  It took a moment, then I heard a sigh and she melted into my body and returned the kiss with far more passion than I had offered it.  It was wonderful.  “Kelly,” I asked, “are you sure?” 

“Jeff, I am sure.  Are you ready?”

I didn’t answer, but put my arm around her waist and guided her up the stairs to the bedroom.  I kissed her again, then looked into her eyes and told her, “Kelly, I want something understood.  If at any time, any time at all , you change your mind and don’t want to continue, just say ‘Stop.’  Say that word, just that way.  As soon as I hear it I will cease whatever I am doing and wait for your instructions.  You are in control.  OK?” 

Suddenly she seemed much older than her 16 years.  “Yes, Jeff, I understand.  But I won’t say it.  I want this every bit as much as you do,” and she glanced down at the tent in my shorts.

I kissed her again as I opened the buttons of her blouse, then sat down on the end of the bed in front of her and began to undress her slowly, as I did last time, kissing and caressing and worshipping each part of her body as it was revealed.  I wanted her at fever pitch for what was going to happen.  I heard her breath catch over and over as her excitement increased.  The hollow of her throat, her ear lobes, her shoulders, the inside of her elbow.  A sensitive place, that, and as I kissed and licked it her eyes closed and she shuddered.  I kissed around each lovely breast, stroking and admiring it, and spent a little time in the hollow between them.  She was becoming quite aroused, breathing quickly, and tried to move her nipples to my lips.  I resisted for a while, licking and kissing very slowly everywhere else, then succumbed, licking each nipple to erection, sucking, nipping a bit, pinching and twisting its partner.  I noticed her begin to squirm.  I spent a long time with her nipples as I caressed the rest of her body.

As the blouse came off I traced that lovely curve that women have, where the waist flares to the hips.  Hers was exquisite, and I kissed all around it and across to her stomach and navel, leaving moist little snail-trails.  I turned her around gently and kissed all over her back, sending shivers and goose-bumps all over her, while I reached around and fondled her breasts.  Working my way down to the luscious globes of her ass, I used my hands freely to pet and titillate every part of her body.  I knew that she was very, very hot now, thoroughly ready for me to “do it”, but she stood patiently and drank in the sensations that I was creating in her body.

Now I lay her across the end of the bed and treated her legs the same, kissing and fondling and stroking.  By this point she was bouncing so hard that I was afraid she would kick me, but I slowly worked my way to the top of her legs, to the goal that we both wanted me to achieve, and still I teased.  Kissing and licking all around the tops of her thighs, I carefully avoided that goal, instead slowly kissing my way beside and around it.  She was now moving frantically and trying desperately to force my lips to her pussy, and finally I allowed her to do it.  I was breathing very heavily now, too, and my cock was painfully hard.   

As my lips and tongue touched her pussy she began to buck wildly against them and emitted a long sigh.  I hardly had to move, but licked up and down and across the lips, pushing my tongue into her sweet vagina, enjoying the juices of this lovely virgin.  Still I avoided her clit, moving my tongue high and low, flicking her pussy lips, touching her asshole, kissing gently, tasting and stimulating her, pushing my tongue into her vagina.  I was in heaven.  The finest wine never taster better.  Her hymen covered only about half of the opening, and I hoped that it would tear easily when the time came.  Finally I moved to her clit.  The instant I touched it she raised high, with a huge gasping breath, and rubbed back and forth against my tongue.  I knew she was cumming and allowed her to enjoy it her way.

As the orgasm subsided I tore off my clothes (yes, I hadn’t even undressed yet) and lay beside her.  “Kelly?” I whispered.  “Are you ready?”  She was still gasping, but nodded her head.  “I want you to sit across me, sweetheart.  I’m going to let you control this.”  I quickly reached for the condom and slipped it on.

She did as I asked, positioning my cock carefully and moving down slowly.  At first her hymen stretched, but then her movement stopped.  “This is where it will hurt a bit, honey.  Do you want to go on?”  Please, please God, don’t let her stop now. 

She was very still for a long moment, as if in deep thought, then she dropped like a rock and emitted a shrill scream that must have been heard a block away.  “Yiiii!”  Then, “Ogodogodogod, Jeff, it hurts a lot.”  She held very still for a minute or more, panting and composing herself.  I could feel her body quivering.   

As her body finally began to relax I pulled her down over me, kissed her deeply, and started to move inside her, gently caressing every part of her body that I could reach.  Her vagina adjusted and she began to feel the pleasure that I had hoped, moving against me and returning my kiss with the enthusiasm that I had come to expect from her.  Soon she was moving hard against me, pushing my cock as deeply into her as possible.  I began to push back, forcing our pubic bones together and stimulating her clit. 

“Ogod, Jeff, don’t stop, please don’t stop.  It feels so wonderful.  Ogod, I didn’t know.  I didn’t know how great it would feel.  That’s it, push.  Make me cum again, Jeff, please.  I know I can.”  Well, there was more of this, with plenty of her wonderfully passionate kisses mixed in.  She was devouring my tongue and I … well, I never knew a girl could taste that good.  I was becoming somewhat delirious myself, very much wanting to cum and even more wanting to give her a first vaginal orgasm. 
Her breathing became very fast and shallow (as did mine, for that matter), and suddenly she began to move very quickly against me, six, seven, a dozen, two dozen times; I don’t know.  And just as suddenly she pushed hard against me once more and held it, and I felt her vagina contract and pulsate sharply in a powerful orgasm.  She held her breath, savoring that exquisite feeling, then slumped against me.  I was not far behind, and in a few more strokes I began an equally strong orgasm, deep and powerful and satisfying, spurt after spurt, more than I thought possible at my age.  Heaven could be no better.

And it was over.  It had to end sometime.  We lay there a long time, with her on top of me, still kissing, though the kisses became steadily less passionate and more tender.  I stroked and petted her and finally they became gentle, sweet little kisses, and she laid her head on my shoulder and held me.  I couldn’t see her smile, but I knew it was there, and I caressed her gently as I had earlier. 

“Jeff?” she murmured softly.

“Yes?” I answered.  It was the best I could do.  

“I didn’t know, Jeff.  I didn’t know anything could feel that good.  Anything.”
I didn’t answer.

She rolled off slowly and lay close beside me, caressing me now.  “I’ll always remember this.  Every girl I have ever known has said that her first time was awful, that it hurt and the guy didn’t care, and that she felt frustrated and cheapened afterward.  I don’t feel that way.  This was wonderful and passionate and loving.  Especially loving.  I could feel your love all of the time we were doing it.  I feel it now.” 

I turned to her and kissed her again.  It was all I could “say.” 

Eventually we got up, got something to eat, chatted awhile, then made love once more.  It was not so feverish this time, more mellow, with a bit of the flavor of old lovers come together again.  But in many ways this time was more loving, more deeply satisfying.

No, we did not become regular lovers.  That would have been very risky for both of us.  In fact, we never made love again.  She was still 16 and living at home.  We almost  certainly would have been caught at some time, and in any case the risk of pregnancy was too great.  Besides, she was not ready to become sexually active on a regular basis, and did not do so.  We remained good friends, and she continued to visit and talk and sell me things as before, though sometimes the conversations became a bit more intimate than previous ones.  And when she kissed me, it was not on the cheek.  She learned well.               



Senior Year

JackntheBox on Teen Stories

"You know who I wanna fuck?"

Dave took a bite of pizza and made a yummy sound.

A bunch of us - Ron, Dave, Mark, Brett, Clancy, Byron, K.C. and I, all raised our eyebrows. We were hanging out at Ron’s after school and instantly the tide of the conversation had turned from cheap beer and pizza to more important matters.

"Who?" Ron asked.

Dave smacked his lips.

"Mrs. Jennings."

Ron let out a low whistle.

"Fuck, yeah." Clancy agreed.

Brett blushed. "Seriously? But...but she’s a teacher!"

Everybody laughed at him; the young, weak member of the herd. Mark sensed blood, and went for the kill.

"Brett, you must be a homo," he goaded.

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â„¢m not!" Brett whined.


Brett’s cheeks turned flaming red, but he kept quiet; all but admitting to the damning accusation. Mark grinned happily. Brett Baiting was his favorite past-time, and Brett rarely failed to supply fresh material for him.

"’Cause if you wouldn’t fuck Mrs. Jennings, you’re either that or a fag."

"Shut up!"

"’She’s a teacher,’" Mark mimicked. "I’d never fuck a teacher!’" He turned back to Dave and threw his two cents into the conversation. "She’s hot. But you know who’s got better tits? Mrs. Carmichael."

"Oh God, yeah," said Clancy. "Nice ass too. What about you, Ron?"

Ron thought about it. "I dunno. I like my women skinny. Mrs. Carmichael’s a little too thick for me. I think Mrs. Daly’s kinda cute; she’s got that sweet little ass, I’d just like to grab on and..." Ron wrapped his hands around an imaginary ass and fucked the air. "I’d fuck her for hours, man."

We all agreed on that one.

"Yeah," nodded K.C. "Dave and I have her for third-period Lit." He giggled and poked his hands out of his t-shirt, like he had boobs. "The air-conditioning in her room’s fucked up. It’s stuck on, so it’s always freezing in there. Her nipples are always poking out through her shirt."

"They look like they could poke out your eyeballs." Dave mimed one of Mrs. Carmichaels’ tits jabbing him in the eye.

Everybody laughed again. Even Brett.

"I’d do Mrs. Gray," said Byron.

Dave scrunched up his nose and scowled. Mark and K.C. looked stumped.


Byron grinned, his white teeth flashing against his dark face. "You all will never guess."

"The old cranky bitch in the office?" Dave looked mystified. "The one you said you’d give me a dollar if I could get her to smile?"

"Yep." Byron grabbed his crotch. "I’d get her to smile. I got her smile right here. Know what I mean? Har, har, har!"

Light dawned in Mark’s eyes. "The Attendance Nazi?"

Byron was pretending to slurp boobage. "Nobody said you gotta like the bitches to fuck ‘em. Mrs. Gray’s got those great, big - POW! - titties, man. I’d get on up behind that fat old ass, grab on ’ta them titties, and - BAM!" He pounded the air with his hips. "Hate fuck th’ old cooze. Right there at the counter."

"Bet’cha that’s why she’s there." Mark said.

Byron pumped away. "What’cha mean, man?"

"You never see her or Principal Nelson around during the afternoon, do you? I bet he keeps her there, just to fuck her during lunchtime."

We all cracked up.

"Yeah," agreed Clancy. "He’s probably like, ‘Mrs. Gray, pardon me, but can you step into my office for a moment?’, and she’s like, ‘Why Mr. Nelson, of course.’ And then he makes her suck him off under his desk, saying shit like, ‘You like my big, donkey-dick, don’t you Mrs. Gray’. And she says more shit back, like, ‘Mrghphrn, mh-hmm’, while she’s busy bouncing her head up and down." He bobbed his head, poking his tongue into his cheek and made wet smacking sounds with his lips.

K.C. chimed in. "And then he spooges all over her wrinkly tits, and tells her to go back to work and yell at all the crummy teenagers."

Ron laughed so hard, I thought he was gonna puke all over the pepperoni. Dave turned to me and grinned.

"You’re awfully quiet, Dev. You used to get all the pussy you wanted, with Cara an’ all. But who’d you fuck now, if you got the shot?"

I felt a slow grin spread across my face, and I looked at each of the guys before answering.

"That’s easy. Ms. Bell."

"What?" Ron asked.

"Seriously?" Chimed in Brett.

I nodded, my smile getting bigger.

"The French teacher?" asked Byron

"Yeah. Well, my Spanish teacher now."

Mark started laughing.

"The Bride of Frankenstein?"

He wasn’t kidding. Ms. Bell was kinda weird.

She insisted on the kids in her classes calling her Ms . Bell (‘NOT Mrs.!’), or by her first name: Linda. She was pale enough to make me think she never stepped outside; and the pancake makeup, black eyeliner and bright red lipstick she favored contrasted with her curly, jet black hair, which she wore piled up in mounds on top of her head. And she was really tall; even taller than most of the guys on our school basketball team.

I had the hots for her because she always wore either full-length dresses or tight skirts with nice, silky blouses, black stockings and ‘fuck-me’ heels. For some reason, she always looked really sexy to me. Maybe it was because I got off on old monster movies. I dunno.

I took two years of French with her. Both my freshman and sophomore years.

And I sucked. To this day, I can’t speak a fucking word of French. But I have to give Ms. Bell credit; she worked her ass off with me. She made time for me after school, and somehow I managed to pass her class both years. And all those hours after school, sitting next to her, smelling her perfume, watching her luscious ass wiggle when she wrote on the chalkboard, listening to her speak the ‘language of love’ (as my mom called it), well...

Somewhere during those two years, I guess I developed a schoolboy crush.

So when my counselor, Mrs. Neidermeyer, told me that I had to take another language credit if I wanted to graduate, I remembered all those afternoons spent trying to catch quick, tantalizing glimpses of Ms. Bells’ bra or the soft skin between her breasts.

I told Mrs. Neidermeyer that I liked Ms. Bell. That was exactly how I said it. And she replied that Ms. Bell was teaching both French and Spanish this year. I could choose one of her classes, or I could try one of the other two languages the school offered.

I had a choice.

I absolutely didn’t want to suffer through another year of French, and no way was I going to try Japanese, so it boiled down to picking between the German class, with old Mr. Bromberg (and his halitosis and dandruff), or Ms. Bell and Spanish.

My girlfriend - Cara - took German the year before, and told me that after the second month they weren’t allowed to speak any English in class at all.

Fuck that. It wasn’t a hard decision to make.

Unfortunately, I sucked almost as badly with Spanish as I did with French. Fortunately, they were similar enough and I seemed to have retained enough from my French classes that I was muddling through. And Ms. Bell seemed really excited to see me back, and offered to help me out again if I needed it.

This year, one of the football jocks started calling her ‘the Bride of Frankenstein’ after she came to school with a white, wavy streak that ran right up the side of her head, all the way through her thick black hair.

The nickname stuck, and now all the kids whispered it behind her back. She’d earned a couple other names, too. But I still got a huge fucking boner whenever she smiled at me.

Anyway... back to the discussion in progress.

"The Bride of Frankenstein?"

Everybody was staring at me like I’d snotted a baseball out of my nose.

"Yeah." I said.


Brett again. Mark hucked a beer at me.

"No fuckin’ way!"

I grinned at the guys and cracked the beer. Dave was staring at me, openmouthed.

"You’re serious!"


He squinted at me and cocked his head. Ron caught the meaning in my grin too.

"You... you didn’t fuck her. Did you?"

I raised my beer in a toast, and everybody exploded with questions.

"Don’t lie to me, motherfucker." Dave was grinning from ear to ear. "You’re telling me you fucked Vampira?"

That was another one of her nicknames, and just as appropriate as ‘the Bride of...’.

I shrugged and smiled.

"This I gotta hear."

They all leaned in closer. So I took a long sip, savoring the moment, and swished the cold beer around in my mouth.

I gave them the short version. The one designed to impress teenage boys.

Some things aren’t meant for even your closest friends to know. Not all of this story, anyway.

My fucked up, senior year sex life.

So here it goes. The whole story.

It started on a Friday afternoon at the beginning of the school year, right after the last bell of the day.

I had Spanish for my last class, and I’d said goodbye to Ms. Bell and met K.C. in the hall.

We walked to our lockers together. I was idly spinning the dial on mine, waiting for Cara to pop by before her mom picked her up. K.C. was noisily listening to his walkman at the locker next to mine, jamming out to some serious funk, dancing and singing out loud, when Cara walked up and kissed me on the cheek.

Then she broke up with me.

"Seriously?" I knew that I sounded like Brett, but I didn’t care. I had my pride, after all, and I wasn’t going to take this lying down. "You’re breaking up with me to go out with Keith?"

I wasn’t yelling yet, but I was close.

"I can’t fucking believe this."

I knew Keith, a little. He was a big dork who kinda ran in our circle of friends, but way out on the edge. Right now, he was hanging out with the jocks and the cheerleaders down the hall, waiting for Cara to finish up with me, I guess.

"Look, don’t be mad. I don’t want to do this either, Dev."

Yeah, sure. She didn’t look upset about this at all. In fact, she looked almost happy .

"But he’s a really nice guy."

Keith was busy scamming one of the cheerleaders, slobbering all over the front of her sweater.

"Cara, he fucking drools ."

Cara rolled her eyes at me.

"Don’t be such a baby."

"I hear he’s got a really big dick, too." K.C. had turned his walkman down to a dull roar when he noticed I was getting worked up. "That wouldn’t have anything to do with this, would it? Hmmn?"

"Fuck you, K.C."

I grinned maliciously at my buddy.

"Are you saying she’s breaking up with me ‘cause I’ve got a little dick?"

He shrugged into his coat and started stuffing homework into his backpack.

"Nope. Never. Uh-uh. No way. Why would I say something like that? You hurt me with your huge man-meat everyday after gym. Heh."

K.C. cracked up, trying to smooch me. Then he pinned me to my locker and started dry-humping my leg.

"Oh baby, oh baby!" He cackled.

"Knock it off!" I laughed, trying to push him off me.

"You jerks. Shit. Sorry I even tried." Cara threw up her hands and stomped away.

She ignored the cheerleaders glaring at her and grabbed Keith by the arm, dragging him in her wake.

He smiled and waved back at me


"Ahh. Don’t worry. She’s a dumb twat anyway." K.C. watched her go, and then slapped my back. "Who needs a drink?"

I sighed. "She was my dumb twat."

Cara jumped up on Keith’s back. He ran down the hall, slobbering and giggling like a girl, with her bouncing on his shoulders.

"Not anymore." He turned and zipped the backpack.

"Kinda harsh, man."

I glared at my friend and he shrugged. "It’s a harsh world, Dev. Looks like somebody wants to talk to you." He was staring over my shoulder when a silky smooth female voice startled me.


I jumped, and turned to find Ms. Bell standing right behind me, smiling.

"Oh, Jeez." I grinned up at her.

In her heels, the top of my head was barely even with the tip of her nose. And I wasn’t a small kid. She looked nice today, kinda sexy, dressed in a tight black skirt that was slit a little way up her thigh, and a sheer, low-cut white blouse.

I tried not to stare at the lace from her bra, just poking over the top of her blouse.

"Could I borrow you for a little while? Maybe half an hour?" She asked. "I need help moving some boxes for tomorrow."

"Uh, sure. I guess so." I looked over at K.C..

"Have fun," he adjusted his earphones, cranked up the volume on his stereo and left me alone in the hall with one of the scariest teachers in school, just minutes after my girlfriend of the last three months, two weeks and four days left me hangin’ and ran off with the Drooler.

How fortunes turn.

"It’s this way," Ms. Bell said over her shoulder. I followed just a little behind her, so I could watch her juicy ass swish in her skirt. "You don’t know how much I appreciate the help. These boxes are really heavy, and the supply guy always sticks the ones I need on the very top shelves."

She turned a little when she spoke, and I snapped my gaze up to her face. She caught me looking, I think, but she smiled and I blushed a little.

"Here we are."

She stopped by the door to a storeroom that was a couple halls over from my locker and picked through a batch of keys. She unlocked the door and ushered me inside. The door shut behind us with a click, and I could hear her breathing next to me in the dark.

I took a long, slow breath of my own, smelling her sweet perfume. Memories of all those days sitting alone with her in class came rushing back. Then she swore and I heard something heavy fall over.

"Shit. Oh...sorry. I didn’t say that."

I laughed a little as she rustled around.

"I can never find the light switch in here."

Something soft bumped into my hip.

"Oops. Sorry."

Her arm brushed against mine, and when the soft material of her blouse touched my skin, my dick went berserk.

Then the lights went on.

We were in a small room lined from the floor to the ceiling with shelving overflowing with boxes of school supplies. Ms. Bell grinned at me and pointed at a light hand-truck leaning against the wall.

"We’ll put the boxes on that, so you don’t have to carry them."


She pulled out a stepladder and climbed up, balancing on her tippy-toes. Her high heels made her a little wobbly as she stretched out and tugged on a cardboard box.

I couldn’t understand how she could walk in those things, much less stand on a ladder, but she managed it. From my view, her long legs seemed to go on forever, and I stood like an idiot, watching. The hem of her blouse pulled out of the band of her skirt as she stretched and pulled, and I was treated to a nice, if quick, glimpse of her soft, creamy white belly.

She managed to lever the box off the shelf, and almost dropped it on my head. Somehow I managed to catch it; a feat that was just as impressive as her climbing the ladder in her heels. Her hands flew to her mouth with equal parts concern and embarrassment.

"Oh, God! Devin, I’m sorry! Are you okay?"

I plopped the box on the floor next to the hand-truck and shoved it into place with my foot.

"Yeah..." I grunted. "I’m fine. Are you sure you don’t want me to do that instead?"

She was already busy tugging on another box.

"I...think...I’m okay..."

By the time I’d dropped the first box on the hand-truck, she was stretched out full-length, with one foot lifted off the ladder. Her shoe slipped off her foot and dangled from her toes, and she grunted as she pulled and wiggled the box, trying to slide it to the edge of the shelf.

"I’ve...uff...had to do myself...uff...for the last...uhhff...few weeks..." She gave the box a good, hard tug, and her hands slipped. "Hooo...!"

The heavy box fell, almost knocking the ladder over. It teeter-tottered precariously one way, then the other, and she lurched backwards with her arms pin-wheeling for balance. I couldn’t reach the ladder in time to support her, and she slipped and fell, her arms spinning wildly.

Her ass smacked me dead in the face.

As I’ve said, I’m not a small kid, and I’m in pretty good shape. I’ve been on the varsity wrestling team since my freshman year, and I work out or play basketball almost every day. But the impact of her butt mashing into my face snapped my head back, hard.


Somehow, I managed to catch her around her waist and let her slide - slowly - down. She ‘ooophed’ too, and when she was safely on the floor, I held her still until she got her breath back. I tried to block out the pain that was shooting back into my skull from my nose, but I knew there were tears in my eyes when she finally turned around.

"Oh, God! Devin! Are you okay? You’re bleeding!"

She touched the tip of my nose, softly, with her fingertip. I jerked my head away and hissed in pain.

"I’m fine. Really. Just...don’t do that again."

I gently ran my hand over my nose. It was tender and swelling and my eyes were still watering, but nothing felt broken or dislocated.

I’ve had a few accidents during my wrestling career, and this wasn’t bad.

I could live with having her butt shoved into my face.

"Are you sure? I heard you grunt like..."

"No, really. I’m okay." I wiped the blood away and pushed her back at arms length, in case she got any other ideas. "How about you?"

She looked herself up and down, and nodded.

"I’m all right."

"Good," I said, and started up the ladder. The damn thing never tipped over. "My turn now. Just stand back and I’ll finish getting this loaded up." I yanked the crummy box of the shelf and walked back down the ladder. "How many of these do you need?"

Five heavy boxes later, I parked the hand-truck in her classroom and left the boxes next to her desk.

"That’s perfect," she said. "Here."

She gave me the keys to the storage room and I took back the truck while she started unpacking. By the time I got back to her room, she was working on the second box.

"Ms. Bell? Is there anything else I can do for you?" I asked, dropping her keys on her desk. "It’s kinda late, and I think I missed my bus. I should probably get going."

She looked up from the mountain of packing Styrofoam and smiled, gracing me with a great tit shot, right down her blouse. I couldn’t help staring. Her breasts jiggled in her bra as she dumped the static-sticky little peanuts into a big plastic garbage bag. They were a lot bigger than I’d thought.

This time I was sure she caught me looking.

"Linda. Please. We’ve known each other long enough that you can call me Linda. ‘Ms. Bell’ is starting to make me feel old, like I’m the goofy old neighborhood lady who lives in the big, creepy house with a dozen cats and talks to herself." She laughed self-consciously, like she knew what kids said about her, and held up the bag. "Here. If you help me unpack this stuff, I’ll give you a ride home."


"As long as you don’t mind riding with your teacher."

"Sure, okay." I said, my eyes threatening to drift back down to her cleavage. I half-wished she’d sit up, but my dick informed me that I was an idiot to ever think that, and advised me to enjoy the view.

I think she eyed my bulging crotch - just for a second - and smiled before going back to work.


About forty-five minutes later, we pulled up to the curb in front of my house in her old VW beetle.

It was still light out, and warm, but the leaves were turning gold and crimson and air had the crisp feel of fall. She hunched down, leaned over me and peered out of the passenger window to admire my house. My dick almost ripped out of my jeans, and I literally got dizzy as the blood drained from my head. Her soft hair brushed my chin as I opened the door and stepped out.

"See you Monday Ms. Bell." Somehow, I managed a weak smile.


I grinned and my dick twitched like a snake that’s just had its head chopped off.

"Right. Sorry." I agreed. "Linda."

"Thanks again Devin. Sorry I squished you."

I wanted to climb back into her car and tell her that she could squish me anytime she wanted. But instead I blushed and shut the car door.

She waved and I stepped back onto the sidewalk.

I live in an older neighborhood, full of big, old bungalows and Victorians. Our house is on a corner lot at the bottom of a hill. Just a few blocks away there’s an elementary school with a big public park, and a popular golf course that takes up several city blocks.

The mother of one of my old friends appeared at the top of the hill, just as Linda beeped her horn and turned the corner.

I met John and his little brother Steve at the park when I was five. My family used to live right across the street, and one day I was there, swinging, when John shoved his brother off the merry-go-round. His mom, Ingrid, yelled and punished him, and John shuffled dejectedly over to the swings.

We were the same age, and we were instant buddies.

Eventually my family moved, buying a house just two doors down from John and his folks.

John’s family, I discovered, were a little odd. They were the family that everybody else in the neighborhood talked about in hushed tones.

John’s dad just never spoke.

At all.

Both he and John’s mom were fitness fiends. Whenever I saw John’s dad, he was working out. Once, John showed me an old trophy that he claimed his dad won at a bodybuilding competition back in the seventies, and a blurry, black and white photo of a huge, muscle-bound guy that didn’t look anything like his dad.

John’s mom was from Germany. She and his dad met mountain climbing in Switzerland, and she moved back here with him after she got pregnant. She was a nurse in Germany, but had an awful time finding work here.

They had a lousy marriage.

I think John was about seven when they divorced. His dad kept the house here, and she took the kids and moved back home.

A few years later (for some reason John could never figure out), they moved back, and John’s dad moved out. This time, Steve went to live with his dad. But John stayed with his mom, and he quickly turned into a thug.

John inherited his dad’s thick, muscular build and his mom’s height. By the time he was twelve he probably stood around six feet tall, and he was already into some serious drugs. That was when he started hanging out with a really rough crowd. He barely made it through his freshman year, and things just got worse, especially with his mom nagging him all the time. When he started ripping off cars and stealing to support his habit, we pretty much stopped hanging out.

He spent a lot of time in juvie, and his mom spent a lot of time crying, wondering what she did to turn him into the big, violent creep he was becoming.

My mom was always nice to Ingrid (unlike most of the other people who lived in the neighborhood), I think partly because she felt bad for her. She always called her Inga. To this day, I think I’m the only person outside of her family who knew her first name.

Ingrid had few things in common with her ex-husband, as far as I could tell, except for their kids and excercise. She never failed to take a long walk every night around six or seven o’clock, when it started to cool down. Over this last summer, I usually saw her leave the house dressed in a little tank top, satin running shorts and tennis shoes. She wasn’t a pretty woman, really, but striking. She was tall, lean and long, graceful, and she carried herself with kind of a regal bearing, which is one reason I figured the neighbors didn’t like her; I think she threatened them. She wore her light blonde hair unflatteringly hacked off just above her shoulders, and always had a dissaproving, pinched look to her face, like she’d just tasted something sour.

I never noticed any effort by her to appear feminine or attractive.

But over the summer, the sun had turned her freckled skin a nice, golden brown, and her hair almost glowed with light blonde streaks. The pale blue satin shorts she wore on her walks emphasized the smooth muscles in her butt, legs and calves. And today, instead of her usual tank top, her perky breasts were packed into a white sports bra. Her footie-socks had little balls of blue cotton that bounced at the back of her sneakers as she loped down the hill towards me.

"Devin!" She greeted me with a smile and stopped to watch Linda drive away. "Who was that?"

"One of my teachers. I stayed late today to help her with some stuff, so she gave me a ride."

"That was nice of her," she said.

"Yeah. Hey, how’s John?" I asked.

She frowned. Her German accent was thick when she finally answered.

"Johnny...Johnny was arrested again."

I didn’t know what to say to that. John had been arrested continuously over the last few years.

"Really? I’m sorry."

"He’s going to be sent to jail for...for a long time, I think. He..." she swallowed; her thin lips trembled as if she were fighting back tears. "He was caught stealing a car, and he was full of the drugs. He fought a policeman! Did I raise my sons to be like this? To have no respect?"

I didn’t know what to say, so I shrugged. "I’m sure he’ll be okay, Ingrid." Somehow, that seemed to calm her down. She sniffled and smiled at me.

"After, he doesn’t want to come back home. H says he’s going to live with his father, just like Stephen. I’ll never see my boys again." She sniffled again and wiped her eyes. "You’re a good boy, Devin. I wish my Johnny would’ve been more like you."

I felt sorry for her. I think she tried to be a good mom. For some reason, I gave her a hug, and she collapsed against me and bawled like a baby on my shoulder.

"It’s all my fault," she sobbed. "I...I don’t know what to do..."

"I’m sorry..." I said, and rubbed her back. I felt her shoulder blades under her shirt, felt her body trembling against me, and I started to get horny. My dick slowly pushed out of the top of my jeans, and I tried to back my hips away from her so she wouldn’t notice my boner.

Eventually, she cried herself out.

She wiped her eyes, smiled, and gave my cheek a little kiss.

My dick throbbed.

"Johnny’s going to be home this weekend to pack his things. You should come and have dinner with us and help me say goodbye."

"Oh. Well. I don’t know..." I shuffled my feet and tried to back out of this as gracefully as I could.

"Please? You’re my Johnny’s best friend. I...I don’t think I can..."

She started to cry again. I took her by the shoulders and gave her a little smile.

"Okay. Sure. I’ll be there. When?"

She sniffled again. "Tomorrow? I’ll send Johnny by?"

"Sure. Sounds good."

"Thank you. Thank you, Devin."

She smiled happily, and I swear, she almost skipped home.

I exhaled with a whoosh.

"The shit I get myself into." I laughed at myself, and went inside to jack off.

That afternoon I told my folks what was going on, and they both wished me luck. Ingrid’s an awful cook besides being a health fiend, and I’ve suffered through many an interesting meal over at John’s.

He used to live to spend the night at my house, just so he could eat normal food.

The first time he stayed with us, he ate two boxes of Fruity Puffs and a dozen donuts in one sitting. And God bless my mom. John loved her, partly because she always covered for his sugar high when he went home to soybean pancakes and tofu bacon.

Needless to say, I was not looking forward to dinner.

John ambled over around six o’clock. His eyes were puffy red slits and I could smell the pot cloud that surrounded him as soon as he stepped through the door. Having been a hippy in the sixties, my mom wasn’t a fool about drugs. She wrinkled her nose when John gave her a hug hello, but she smiled and they talked for a few minutes.

"Well. You take care John." She said, finally. I wanted to get going and get this over with.

She patted my shoulder and gave me an encouraging smile.

"Enjoy dinner."

"S’up, Dev?" John bopped my fist.

I shook my head.

"Not much."

What the hell do you say to a guy who you haven’t seen in three years, a day before he goes to jail? Have fun? Write soon?

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Yeah, sure. What?"

He squinted at me and lit a cigarette.

"What the fuck did you say to my mom yesterday?"

"Huh?" I didn’t know what he was talking about.

"She’s all dressed up, like the fucking mom in Leave It to Beaver, dancing around the house with this shit-eating grin on her face. It’s like I’m going off to college instead a’ jail." He took a deep drag and puffed out a swirling ring of smoke. "So what the fuck did you talk to her about, dude?"

"Nothing. I just stood there. She talked. She was upset about you."

He shook his head and took another deep drag, flicking ashes into the breeze. His cigarette was already half gone.


We reached his house just as it was getting dark. John reached over and unlatched the gate to their driveway. The gate swung in with a squeal, and we stood outside while he finished his smoke.

"You ready for dinner?"

I grinned. At least we still had this in common.

"I dunno. What’s cooking?"

He grinned back, dropped his smoldering butt on the cement and ground it out with the toe of his boot.

"Some nasty shit." He sighed. "You’d think I could at least get a real fuckin’ dinner on my last night here."

He clapped me on the shoulder.

"C’mon in. I’ve still gotta pack up some stuff. We can toke out for a while ‘till the shit’s ready."

The side door opened onto a landing which led in two directions: downstairs, where John’s dad used to keep his weights, and up a few steps to a swinging door and the main floor of the house.

John hopped up the steps and smacked the door open.

"Hey, Ma! Devin’s here!"

He led me down a short hallway, and whispered, "Check her out."

I peeked around the corner. Ingrid was in the kitchen, a daisy-decorated potholder pulled over her hand, bent over the open stove, giving me a nice view of her ass.

John wasn’t kidding.

Ingrid was wearing a black dress with a full skirt that was a good thirty years out of fashion, with black stockings and heels. She’d curled the tips of her hair, and a string of tiny pearls gleamed around her neck. I could see a matching set of earrings under her bobbed hair. She stood up and almost floated over to me, her skirt swirling around her long legs. She gave me a bone-crushing hug, and a flowery perfume over-powered the rancid smell of whatever was cooking in the stove.

She saw me and broke into a giddy smile.

"Devin! I’m so glad you could come tonight!"

John rolled his bloodshot eyes and I stiffly patted her back.

"C’mon, Mom. Let Dev go. We’re gonna head upstairs ‘till dinner’s done, okay?"

Ingrid let me out of her clinch, and grinned.

"Good, good. Dinner will be ready soon."

"Cool. C’mon up, Dev."

I followed John up to his room. He pushed open his door and crashed on his filthy bed. I settled into the captain’s chair by his battered old desk while he lit up a huge bong and took a hit. The aroma didn’t smell like pot to me, but I guessed that I could of been mistaken; it’d been a long while since I’d smoked anything.

"See what I mean?" He grunted, and offered me a puff.

I took a nice long hit, held the smoke in for a second, and coughed.


Definitely not pot. Whatever it was though, it was nice and smooth.

John opened a window and waved for the bong.

"Should you be doing that?" I asked. "I mean, y’know, since you’re..."

"Going to jail?" He grinned and puffed away. "Shit. What’re they gonna do, bust me again?"

I shrugged and looked at the bong.

"What is that stuff?"

He kicked off his shoes.


My eyes popped open.

"S’matter? Don’t you like it?"

I was already feeling pretty good.

"It’’s not bad."

He blew smoke out the window and laughed.


He laughed harder.

"I bet you could fuck her."


"My mom."

He must be stoned, I thought, and giggled.

"No way."

John rolled over on his back and pillowed his head in his hands. He grinned at me and wiggled his feet.

"Yeah. I bet you could. She’s got the fuckin’ hots for you, dude. That’s probably why she’s all dressed up."


"Think about it. She’s wearing fucking nylons, man. I haven’t seen her dressed like this since... since..." He stared at the ceiling, trying to remember. "Fuck. Forever, dude. I think I remember her an’ my dad going out to dinner once when I was little. For an anniversary, maybe? I dunno. It’s been a long fuckin’ time."

"Quit shitting me."

"I’m not. You know what?" He grinned and hiccupped. "She’s got some nice titties."

I felt my eyes bug out, and my jaw dropped.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"No, seriously. Dude, I’ve seen her when she gets out of the shower, after she gets back from her walks. She’s got nice tits. Her ass is okay, too." He laughed again. "You thinkin’ she doesn’t shave?"

I blinked at him. "What?"

He shrugged. "Well, y’know. She’s German an’ all. But she shaves her pits and her legs. Really. I know her face’s butt-ugly, but you could just bend her over the counter and..."

Just then, a soft knock at the door. I pushed the bong behind my chair as Ingrid poked her head into the room.

"Dinner’s ready! Why don’t you boys wash up?"

John was giggling so hard he couldn’t talk, so I piped up.

"We’ll be down in a minute."

Ingrid smiled happily and we heard her heels clicking down the wood stairs.

"She’s not that ugly..." I started, and John burst out laughing.

"HA!" His feet flopped around. "You would fuck her!"

"John, she’s your mom, man. What the hell are you talking about?"

A light went on behind his bleary eyes.

"Dude! I know! Here, I’ll get something to help you."

He rolled back over and slid off his bed. There was a small door next to his desk that led to a storage area that ran along the entire side of the house. When we were kids, it was our secret agent hide-out. For the last few years, John used it to hide his stash.

"Here," he said, and shoved a big, folded cardboard box at me.

I opened it up.

"Holy crap. John."

"I’m not gonna need any of that shit for a while. It’s all yours."

"Look man, I can’t..."

"Yeah, yeah. Yeah you can. Use it to fuck her. There’s at least a years worth of acid and a bunch of other shit in there. Some dude gave me a ton of that date rape drug too. Where the fuck did I put it..."

He dug around in the box and pulled out blotters of acid, little packets of stuff that looked like sugar, and baggies of white powder and pot. He found a packet of the sugary stuff, shook it and stuffed it in his pocket, grinning wickedly.

"That should do it. C’mon. We’ll get her fucked up. If we’re lucky, we won’t even have to eat the crap she made."

He scrambled up.

"You’re gonna drug your mom." I shook my head.

"Yep. And we’re gonna screw her."

"What? You..."

"Dude. I’m horny. Pussy’s pussy. And I ain’t gonna be gettin’ any for a long fucking time."

I sat there with the open box in my lap.

"C’mon Dev. Let’s go."

Ingrid fussed as we got ready to eat.

"Johnny, you sit here, and Devin, you sit there..."

John got the chair at the head of the table. His mom sat to his right, across from me. She spread her napkin in her lap and smiled at me, then bent her head to say grace. I watched John roll his eyes and whisper obscenities at her until she finished.

She looked up and smiled. The table looked as dressed up and ready for a formal party as she did.

"Okay. Johnny, will you serve us, please?"

John grinned at me.

"Yeah, sure mom." He picked up a large, covered serving dish, and paused. "Hey, mom, could you get me one of those big fork things?"

"Oh." She looked around the table. "I thought I laid out..."


"I’ll be right back."

She left her napkin and walked back to the kitchen. John pulled out the little packet from his pocket and tore it open, then dumped the powder into her glass of water.

"John!" I whispered. "Shit! Don’t..."

He grinned and held his finger up to his lips, then used it to stir her water. He gave me a thumbs-up, and pulled a serving fork out from under the table.

"Hey, mom! I found it!"

Ingrid clicked back in from the kitchen.

"It was here all the time."

He pulled the cover off the platter and wrinkled his nose. Steam rose from what looked like dirt brown sawdust that had been formed into something resembling pork chops.

"Smells...good." My stomach flip-flopped when John handed me my plate of...stuff. "What, uh, what’s for dinner?"

Ingrid beamed.

"Soy steaks. I know you boys like meat, but it’s so bad for you. This is much better. It’s good food for you. It will help you be strong men. Don’t wait for me...go ahead." She waved her hands in the air. "Eat."

John was busy staring at his plate, poking at the brown crap with his fork. He looked as queasy as I felt. But I took a bite, and somehow managed to choke it down between gulps of water. I reached for the pitcher in the middle of the table and re-filled my glass.

"Whew!" Thank God John hadn’t poured the drugs into the pitcher. I was going to need a lot of water to get this shit down.

"Good, yes?" Ingrid took a dainty bite and smiled.

I was struggling to appear gracious in the face of desperation. So I hope I can be forgiven for forgetting about the drugs in her water, at least for the moment.

Ingrid reached for her glass and guzzled half of it before I could say anything.

John grinned at his plate of slop.

Nothing I can do now, I thought. So I crossed my fingers and tried the salad.

Halfway through the meal, she started to sweat.

"Oh, my." She dabbed at her forehead with her napkin. "It’s much too warm in here, isn’t it?

John looked up. Somehow he’d managed not to touch much of anything on his plate.

"It’s okay. You all right mom?"

She clutched the table and blinked at us.

"I...I don’t feel...very...well."

John pushed back his chair and stood up.

"Must be the dinner, mom. Spoiled soybean shit can fuck you up."

She was out of it.

"I feel shouldn’t talk like that...Johnny..."

John walked over to her as her head started to roll. He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. Her eyes fluttered, and a thin line of spit drooled out of the corner of her mouth.

"I gave her enough to fuck her up for the rest of the night. Watch."

John smacked her face with the back of his hand, and she groaned.

"Shit! John, knock it off."

"She can’t even feel it. Here, let’s check her out."

He grabbed the front of her dress and yanked it open. He pulled the ripped material down to her waist, pinning her flailing arms to her sides.

I have to admit, I must’ve been really stoned to even think about going through with this shit. But when I saw her rosy, pink nipples behind the black lace of her bra, my dick about burst out of my jeans.

"See?" He leaned over, grabbed her tits and gave ‘em each a good squeeze.

He was right. They weren’t all that big, but they were a nice, firm handful. And perky.

"Move the shit on the table. I wanna lay her down."

I shoved plates and glasses out of the way, and John pulled his mom out of her chair and bent her face-first over her dining room table.

His breath hissed between his teeth as he rucked her skirt up over her hips.

"Gimme that knife."


"The sharp one. I’m gonna cut through this shit."

I handed him the knife and watched him slice a hole in his mom’s nylons, and then her panties. My chest hitched as he tossed the knife onto the floor and tore the hole wider, until her first her crotch was exposed, then her ass.

He leaned back and smacked it. I watched it jiggle as she moaned and clutched at her white linen tablecloth.

"Fuck. Look at that."

John glanced up at me, and his eyes were dead cold. He wrapped one hand around his mom’s neck and pinned her to the table, and dropped his pants with the other. His dick popped out of his boxer shorts, already red and swollen.

"Me first," he grinned, and then shoved his cock deep into his moms pussy.

Her eyes popped open, and she screamed silently, her fists knotting in the tablecloth. She kicked and squirmed; the toes of her shoes scraping on the wood floor, but John just grabbed her ass, pulled her closer, and closed his eyes.

"Awww, yeah."

I watched him dork his mom for a minute, my dick throbbing. She was making little mewling sounds, and her ass rippled with each of his thrusts.

And I decided: what the fuck, I wanted some, too.

So I climbed up onto the table, and pulled down my pants and my underwear. My cock fell on top of her head, and I grabbed her by the ears and pulled her face up so it was level with my dick. John grinned and grabbed her boobs to help prop her up. She swallowed and sputtered as I rubbed my dick around on her face, and her hands grabbed and clenched at my pants.

I squeezed her cheeks until her lips opened, and pushed myself into her warm, wet mouth.

"Ahhh...Damn, that feels good."

She kicked harder, but didn’t bite down. John was fucking her hard now, grunting and pounding into her. I relaxed and let my hips do the walking, feeling the muscles in her throat constrict as I eased further in.

Ingrid looked up at me with pleading, glassy eyes while we nailed her from each end. My balls twitched and clenched, and just that fast, I came in her mouth, shooting off a huge load.

"Fuck..." I whispered to myself, pulling her face as close to me as I could.

I enjoyed my orgasm, feeling her throat constrict as she tried to swallow my cum. A little bit of spooge dribbled out of her mouth and down her neck. Her hands were wrapped around my ass and her whole body was stiff with either pain or the drugs, I couldn’t tell which. I popped out of her mouth as John started smacking her ass.

"Goddamn fucking bitch!" He was screaming as he hit her, her ass quickly turning a bright pink. "Screw with me? You fucking bitch! Turn me in to the goddamn cops! Fuck you! Ghuhrrrhhhahh!!"

John grabbed her ass like he was trying to peel an orange, sinking his fingers deep into her soft flesh. I saw blood seep around his fingernails as her skin tore, and he jerked a few times, groaning like an animal. Then he shoved her body back onto the table and laughed.

"Oh, fuck! That felt so fucking awesome!"

His mom slipped off the table, smacking her chin on the edge as she fell. I heard her teeth clack together, and she fell in a heap on the dining room floor.

John laughed harder and stroked his dick. Ingrid absent-mindedly wiped the spooge and blood off her chin, and started crawling blindly towards the living room.

The sight of her hips up in the air sent my dick raging again, and I rolled off the table, right on top of her, shoving her into the floor. Because of her stockings, Ingrid’s feet couldn’t get any purchase on the smooth wood floor, and she scrambled, kicking and clawing, making her ass rub against my cock. I stretched out on her back, spit on my hand, then reached down and lubed up my dick. I pinned her down and let my penis slide around until I found her butthole.

She let out a hoarse scream as I wedged myself into her ass. A few good, hard pushes, and I was in, nice and snug.

John stepped around in front of her and sat on his butt, locking her arms under his knees and cradling her head in his lap. I wrapped my arms around her waist and started fucking her ass, slowly grinding my hips into her, taking my time. I let my hand drift down until I was cupping her pussy. Her pubic hair was soft and curly, and was so thick it felt like she never trimmed it. I toyed with her pussy until her clit poked against my probing fingers.

Ingrid stopped fighting, and I was surprised to hear her moan around John’s dick as it slid into her mouth.

The rest of the night, we took our time. Just two stoned, horny teenage boys, alone with a woman who we could do whatever we wanted to with. We fucked her for hours, finally calling it a night around two in the morning. Somehow the three of us ended up in the living room. John and I were completely naked. He was sprawled out on the couch, half asleep, and I sat on the floor with my head resting against the side of a chair. My dick was lying flopped over my thigh, scraped raw and stinging. Ingrid had passed out next to me with her head in my lap, her old dress and her underwear torn to shreds.

John was staring at her.

"You should probably head home," he said. "I’m gonna have to figure out a way to explain this shit to her when she sobers up."

He was right. How the fuck were we gonna explain all the bruises and cuts on her body? Or her clothes?

"How the hell are we going to do that?"

He shrugged.

"I dunno. But I’ll think of something. It’d probably be a good idea for you to leave though."

"But...I could..."

"What? Get arrested for raping my mom with me? No fucking way."

"John look..."

He tossed my shirt at me.

"Dev, really. Get dressed and go home."

I stood up and Ingrid’s head bonked on the floor. She just moaned in her sleep.

"And don’t forget the box." I shook my head, but he waved his hand at me. "I’m serious. If you get horny, use that shit. We always keep the basement windows unlocked. Just sneak in some night when she’s at work, drop some in her water or tea or whatever, and hang out for a while. If you wait long enough she’ll never know what happened, and you can get your rocks off whenever you want to." He yawned and rubbed his eyes with his knuckles. "Hey. Promise me something?"

"Sure. What?" I pulled on my underwear and went looking for my pants.

"Be sure to tell me if you do it again. Cool?"

I nodded.



I didn’t see John again before he left. Or his mom. Somehow a rumor started making the rounds through the neighborhood that John had gotten stoned out of his mind and then beaten Ingrid up badly enough that she had to go to the hospital. I started feeling guilty as soon as I heard it from my mom.

To this day, I still don’t know how John feels about what we did.

And then Monday rolled around, and back to school I went.

My next week was pretty uneventful. I spent my lunch periods hanging out with my friends and avoiding Cara and Keith, who suddenly seemed attached at the hip. By Friday, I’d heard through the grapevine that Keith had already cheated on Cara with a couple of cheerleaders, and he was going to drop out of school and try to get a job as a bouncer at one of the underage strip clubs downtown.

Go Keith.

On friday afternoon, Ms. Bell corralled me after class and asked me to help her again.

I said sure. Why not?

Today she was wearing a dark blue blouse with shoulder pads and a tight, light grey skirt over the kind of black stockings with the little line running down the back of her legs. A fragile gold chain hung from her neck, dangling in her cleavage, and thin gold hoop earrings flashed when she turned her head.

I followed her back to the storeroom, the clicking of her high heels on the tile floor reminding me of Ingrid walking around in her kitchen. By the time she unlocked the door, I had a boner stretching out my pants.

My dick was so hard it hurt.

She brought out the ladder and started up again, but this time I stopped her with one of my hands on her arm, and my other around her waist.

"I don’t think so, Ms. Be...uh...Linda. Not like last week. Okay?"

She smiled.

"All right."

I filled up the hand-truck and hauled another batch of the heavy boxes to her room. We spent the next hour or two unpacking, and she told me stories about living in Europe while she was in college. Finally, I stood up and stretched, popping my back.

"Look," she said. "It’s dark again. Would you like another ride?"

The clock said six-thirty. There wouldn’t be another bus for at least half an hour.

"Sure. That’d be great."

"I have to run by my house first, if that’s okay."

I think I blushed. I know I smiled.

"Sure. No problem."

Linda lived a few miles from school in the opposite direction from my house, in a small apartment complex that had converted to condominiums. We pulled into the parking lot and she led me to a tidy, two floor condo. She unlocked the door and I followed her inside.

As soon as she opened the door, I heard the squawks. When she flicked on the lights, I found myself in a tiny living room, full of comfortable, feminine furniture. In a cage hanging from a metal post was a brilliant red parrot, who took one look at me and squawked again.

"Cutie-pie! Cutie-pie!" It climbed the bars of its gage and recited that phrase over and over, staring me up and down.

"He likes you," said Linda. "He doesn’t usually like men."


"Mm-hmm." She held out a bag of sunflower seeds. "Here. Why don’t you feed him? He’ll love you forever."

I grinned and took a small handful of kernels from the bag. Then I thought of every parrot I’ve ever seen at pet stores. They always have some freaky sign taped to their cages, warning people to stay away or they’ll bite. I paused.

"How should I do this?

"Just move slowly, so you don’t scare him, and rest your hand next to his cage."


I pressed the side of my hand on the bars of his cage, with the seeds resting on my open palm.

"What’s his name?"


I laughed.

"Like..." I started.

"Ernie and."

She grinned back at me as Bert sidled closer to my hand. He looked at me sideways, ruffling his feathers.

"Cutie-pie!" He croaked, and gently nibbled at a sunflower seed, poking his sharp beak through the cage bars.

"Ernie lives with my sister in France." Linda watched Bert crack open the seed and discard the shell. "Sometimes Bert gets lonely here all by himself. Don’t you Sweetie-pie?"

She cooed at her bird, and he pressed the top of his head against the cage. She kissed him, and he bounced around, squawking happily.

"He likes to dance. See?"

"Cookie! Cookie for Bert!" He repeated, doing a little sidestep.

"Cute," I said.

Linda smiled at me.

"How would you like a quick tour?"

The place looked about as big as a shoe box. But why not?

"Uh, sure?"

She showed me her tiny kitchen and her dining room. Other than the living room, that was pretty much it for downstairs. Then she took me upstairs and showed me her office, which consisted of a nice old roll top desk with a comfy chair, a small home theater system and a couch that were tucked into the spare bedroom. There was a tiny bathroom by the stairs, and she almost - almost - let me peek in her bedroom.

"Oh, shit." She shut the door in a hurry. I barely saw a pink comforter draped over a large, neatly made bed. "Sorry. Too messy."

We stood in the hallway, inches apart, and a sudden, uncomfortable silence fell between us.

"Umm. you live here all alone?" I asked.

"Yes. Well, usually. Except for Bert, I..."

A telephone rang in her study.

"Excuse me," she said, and left me alone to study pictures of her and another, younger woman, both bundled up for cold weather, smiling happily at the camera. I recognized the Eiffel tower in the background of a couple photos. The woman looked a little bit like Linda, but nowhere near as severe. I assumed it was her sister.

In the other room, I could hear Linda trying to pacify whoever had called.

"I’ll be right there, Mrs. Kline. In just a minute. I have a guest...No. It’s no trouble. Of course. I will. Bye-bye."

Linda hung up, and when she stepped out of the room she smiled like she was afraid I’d left while she was talking.

"I think I interrupted something important." I said.

"Oh no. That was Mrs. Kline. She lives next door. We usually have dinner together on Friday nights, because her kids can’t get here on the weekends. I told her I might be late tonight, but she was getting worried. I just need to run over there for a minute, and then we can go. Do...would you like to meet her? She’s really a sweet lady..."

"Actually," I hooked my thumb at the bathroom. "Would you mind if I use your restroom instead? I had a huge soda at lunch, and..."

She grinned.

"Go right ahead. I’m going to run over and take her some dinner, though. You don’t mind waiting for me?"

I shook my head.

"Not a bit."

She rustled around downstairs while I stood over the toilet. There was a fluffy pink seat-cover on the lid that kept knocking it closed, so I had to piss bent over, holding the stupid lid up.

I was shaking the last drops out when I heard the front door open, and Linda shouted up the stairs. "I’ll be back in a few minutes!"

"Okay!" I yelled back, then I buttoned my jeans and flushed the toilet. The house was quiet, and I started downstairs to hang out with Bert, but something stopped me after the first step.

There’s no way I can explain the urge that made me turn around and open her bedroom door.

But that’s exactly what I did.

I turned on the light and looked around.

Linda’s bedroom, like the rest of her house, was immaculate and girly; from the ruffled pink fringe on her bedspread to her choice of pictures to her antique furniture. But it was the roomiest room in the house, and it had its own bathroom that was decked out in more frilly pink.

"Looks okay to me," I said to myself. "I don’t see what the...problem...was..."

In the other corner of the room was a heavy wood contraption, pushed up against the wall.

"What the fuck...?"

I stepped over to it and ran my hand along the gleaming wood of the top bar.

"Holy shit."

Linda had a rack. A real life, straight out of the middle-ages, lock you up to punish you rack. Or a stockade, I guess.


The thing that you lock some poor idiots head and arms into, bending them over into a...uncomfortably compromising position.

You know what I mean.

"What the hell do you use this for, Linda?"

Backing away from her...torture device, I bumped into the corner of her dresser, knocking over some small framed photos.


I straightened up, trying to put everything back in the same spots, and the urge hit me again.

"Let’s see what we’ve got in here."

I opened a drawer. Inside were carefully folded blouses, and a box of knickknacks.

Downstairs, Bert let out a squawk, and I almost jumped out of my skin. I shut the drawer and listened, my heart racing, but Bert quieted down.

"Shit," I said, sweating a little. I swallowed around a hitch in my throat, and tried another, smaller drawer. "Oh, yeah."

I found a drawer full of lacy underwear. I ran my hands over Linda’s panties, and I got an instant boner. I was having trouble breathing, and my hands started to shake.

"Oh, God."

Suddenly, all I wanted to do was jack off, right then and there. Taking a deep breath, I managed to pull myself back together.

First, I thought, ‘I gotta tell the guys about this’, but then I realized nobody’d believe me.

I needed a trophy, for proof. I almost just grabbed the first thing I saw, but some barely functioning part of my brain made me pull back my hand before I took anything.

"No. Not the stuff she wears."

Flipping through the stacks of bra’s and panties, I found a lacy black g-string crumpled into a ball way at the back of the drawer, and a matching, see-through, push up bra. I pulled them both out of the drawer, and shook them out.

I smelled them, inhaling deeply, then held them up to the light, letting them dangle in my hands.

They were so enticing; I almost forgot where I was.

Bert squawked again downstairs, and I jumped and shoved the undies into my pockets. I walked as quickly as I could to the door, but the house was still quiet.

"Fuck," I said, wiping my forehead. "Damn bird."

I knew I was pushing my luck and I was going to turn off the light and leave, but her closet caught my eye. I glanced over the railing at the front door, and decided to gamble.

"Let’s see what we’ve got in here..."

Linda had a typical walk-in closet, with sliding doors that pulled open. Dresses and a few tailored suits with matching skirts hung from a pole on one side, with her high heel shoes and a pair of running shoes lined up on the floor.

But the other side...

I whistled.

"Holy shit."

Hanging on the other side of the closet were uniforms: leather bondage gear, a French maid outfit, and a nurses uniform. Hung from a rack on the wall was a ton of S&M gear: leather masks, ball gags, whips and riding crops, handcuffs and padded leather shackles, dildoes of all sizes and shapes. Bottles of lubricant and a fishbowl full of condoms sat on a small dresser.

I blinked, and my mouth fell open. I picked up a pair of the heavy leather shackles. The long, thin chains tinkled. One of the dildoes had fallen off the tabletop, and I picked it up. It flopped over in my hand, and I looked at Linda’s bed, realizing that hidden under her sweet, girlie bedclothes was a sturdy steel bed frame and headrest.

"OhMyGod. She’s a fucking bondage queen."

I was so enthralled with my discovery that I hadn’t heard the front door open. I was standing there with her chains and her dildo when Linda stepped into the room.

"Devin?" The shock on her face almost made me drop the sex toys. "What are you doing?"

"I, uh...I just...found these..." I stuttered, and the big rubber penis flopped around again. I felt my face and neck burn and turn bright red.

Her face got hard and cold.

"Put those down right now. I’m taking you home."


That was the most uncomfortable car ride of my life.

Neither of us spoke. Linda stared straight ahead, her pale face flushed and both of her small hands gripped the steering wheel.

For the most part, I just tried to disappear into my seat. I cleared my throat once, and she clenched her teeth tight enough that the small muscles along her jaw popped.

I shut up the rest of the way home.

She squealed to a stop next to my house, and I tried to apologize.

"Linda, look, I’m sorry. I really didn’t..."

"Ms. Bell."

"Wha...oh. Okay. Ms. Bell, I’m s..."

"Get out of my car. Right... now...!"

"Please, I let m..."


I got out.

As soon as I shut the door, she revved the noisy little engine, and then I was alone. Dejected, I stuck my hands in my pockets, and grinned when my fingers wrapped around my plundered trophies.

The next week was pretty rough.

Apparently Cara didn’t think I’d been fucked up enough after she broke up with me, so every chance she got, she made a point of flinging herself at Keith and shoving her tongue in his mouth.

That didn’t really piss me off, to tell the truth. It just got me a little queasy when the spit started dripping.

What did put a wrench into my day was looking forward to last period Spanish.

And Linda.

Linda - err, Ms. Bell - only spoke with me during class if she absolutely had to, and she wouldn’t look at me at all.

Something made me not tell the guys about my little discovery. I didn’t feel ashamed, really, or embarrassed. I think I felt disappointed. Like I’d teetered on the edge of a sexual revelation, and instead of falling in, I backed up.

I carried around her stolen panties with me, playing with them wherever I went. I couldn’t stop fantasizing about her, dressed up in her lingerie or her costumes, fucking me.

It was worse in class.

Every day I walked out of the classroom, reeling in pain from the continuous hard-on that would pop up as soon as I saw her. Jacking off brought no relief. And believe me, I tried.

When the last bell rang on Friday afternoon, I packed up my notebook and hurried the door with the rest of the spawn, holding my backpack over my throbbing groin. I tried not to meet Ms. Bell’s eyes and just get out as fast as I could.

"Devin. Please come here."

Oh shit, I thought. I’m in trouble.

She was leaning against the edge of her desk with her arms folded across her chest. As the last of the kids filed out, she smiled sweetly at me.

"You’re leaving?" She asked.

Hell, yeah. No reason to hang around here.

"I thought...I guess I didn’t think you’d want me to help after..."

She waved her hand.

"Those boxes are still much too heavy for me. Besides, you know what to do. We can finish faster if you’re helping."

"Well, okay, I guess. But I need to catch..."

She nodded, grinning.

"Your bus. I know. If it’s okay, I’m willing to give you a ride. We might be here a while later than usual tonight, though."

After not speaking to me for a week, she was suddenly a little too sweet. A tiny alarm went off in the back of my head. But she dropped her arms and gripped the side of the desk, leaning further back. I looked her up and down, and swallowed hard.

Today she was wearing a dress with a full length skirt. It buttoned up the front, starting around her knees and ending at a swooping neckline. She was wearing a pearl necklace that looked just like Ingrid’s'.

The sight of her cleavage when her body shifted caused my dick to short-circuit my brain.

"Okay. Cool." I said. "I, uh, I’m sorry about last week. I..."

She shushed me with a finger to my lips. When she smiled my dick throbbed in my pants, and my lips tingled where she touched me.

Then she put me to work.

She sat at her desk, and by the time we - I - finished, I was sweating like a pig.

"There." I said. "All done."

"Good. Let’s go."

The school was deserted except for a janitor sweeping a stairwell at the other end of the hall. When we stepped outside, stars were already twinkling and the moon lit our way as we walked to her car. She unlocked my door and then walked around to the drivers’ side, then she squeezed in next to me and handed me her purse.

"Hold this?"


It was late October, just a day shy of Halloween. The day had been sunny and warm, but now it was freezing out. She started the car and turned on the beetle’s heat.

"It’ll take a minute to warm up," she said, and pulled out of the school parking lot. Jack-o’-lanterns grinned at us from the porches of the houses as we drove by.

"What are you doing for Halloween? Are you going to any parties?"

I shook my head.

"No. I didn’t make any plans, after the other day...uh, you know...I guess I didn’t feel like doing much. My folks and my sister are gone for the weekend, so I was just gonna rent some movies and stay home." I glanced at her. "How about you?"

She licked her lips.

"I’ve made some arrangements."


She looked at me and smiled. In the dark, her smile didn’t seem to reach her eyes.

"I’m having a party tomorrow night. How would you like my date?"

I blinked.

"Excuse me?"

"Would you like to go to my party? I think it will be fun."

I stared at her, no idea what to say.

"You’re kidding. Right?"

"No. Really. I’d like for you to be there."

My dick started screaming, ‘Say yes! You bonehead!’, so I said, "Sure. Okay."

She smiled. I was shocked enough that I didn’t notice where she was driving until she parked and cut the engine.

I looked around dumbly.

"Here we are," she said brightly.

"This...this is your house." I stuttered.

"Come on inside." She unsnapped her seatbelt, opened her door and stepped out of the car.

"But I..."

"Come on. I want to show you something."


"Hurry. It’s cold."

She waited for me to get out and shut my door, and then she took my arm in hers and marched me to her porch. She jingled her keys, unlocked the front door and smiled at me. Bert greeted us as we walked in.

"Cutie-pie! Cutie-pie!"

Linda fed him a sunflower seed.

"He’s been asking about you all week. You must have made an impression on him."

"I...guess so." I said, and frowned. "Is that what you wanted to show me?"

Linda shook her head, unbuckled the belt around her waist and slipped out of her coat. She laid it over the back of her couch, walked back to me and stopped just inches away. I could feel her breath on my face.

"You did something very bad the other night." She said, and laid her hands on my chest.

A tingle shot through my body when she touched me, and I knew she could see the bulge in my pants. I swallowed around a lump in my throat, and my voice sounded suddenly hoarse.

"Yeah, I know. I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have gone in your room, but..."

She was tracing a little zigzag patter on my chest with a long, red fingernail.

"But you were intrigued."

"Yeah. I guess so..."

She edged even closer and looked down into my eyes. God, she was tall.

"Did what you found?"

I couldn’t believe this was happening. A week ago, she looked like she wanted to kill me. And now...

"Um. Yes?"

"Have you been thinking about me?" She whispered, and eased my jacket over my shoulders.

It fell to the floor and she kicked it away.

A mantra was playing in my head, flowing through my mind over and over, in time with my throbbing dick.

Oh God oh God oh God...

"Yes..." I breathed.

She smiled and leaned over, like she was going to kiss me. Her dark brown eyes fluttered.


Her soft, ruby red lips parted and the little pink tip of her tongue flicked out. She pressed against me and wrapped her arms around my neck, then softly licked my lips, running her moist tongue lightly over my upper lip, then my lower lip, and back. I shivered, and her warm thigh rubbed against my crotch. She played with my hair, gently biting my lower lip with her sharp, white teeth.

I was frozen stiff.

She nibbled my lip and wiggled against me, her breath hot and sweet on my face. I moaned and tried to put my arms around her, but she pulled back, smiling. I tried to push her down onto the floor, but she stepped away and took my wrist.

"I want you to come upstairs with me."

Suddenly, I was sweating again, and I was having trouble breathing.

"Oh. Okay."

She pulled me to the stairs and smiled reassuringly over her shoulder. All I could see was her sweet, round ass, swaying in front off me. I tried to touch it, and she smacked my hand away.


She grinned.

"Not yet."

The bedroom door was open, but the lights were off.

"Go ahead," she said.

I stepped inside, and she turned on the lights and shut the door behind us, locking it behind her. I heard a drawer behind me open and shut. I almost turned around, but then I noticed her bed.

All the frilly girl stuff was gone, replaced with a single, black silk sheet tucked over the mattress. Lying on the bed were the leather handcuffs she’d caught me with, one pair attached to each of the thick steel posts at each corner of the bed.

She stepped behind me and touched my hips. She wrapped an arm around my waist and gently stroked my belly. I felt her breasts press into my back, and she let her chin rest on my shoulder.

I could just see her face out of the corner of my eye.

"Do you like my bed?" She asked. "Does it excite you?"

My mouth was too dry to speak, so I nodded.

"Let’s see."

She stopped rubbing my stomach and unbuttoned my jeans with a flick of her wrist. I jumped as my dick poked out of my underpants. It felt like it was going to explode.

"Okay, Linda, c’mon now..."

She hissed and squeezed me, pinning me to her. God, she was strong. Somewhere beyond the hormones flooding my system, I wondered why the hell she needed me to help her at school.

I probably should’ve given that some more thought, but she didn’t give me the time.

"Don’t move," she warned, and I felt something cold and sharp slide under my chin. "Unless you like blood."

"Holy shit, Linda! Hey, look! This was fun, and I’ve learned my lesson, but..."

I tried to pull away, but she jerked me back against her and the butcher knife in her hand bit into my throat.

"Devin, you were very bad. A bad, bad boy. I forgive you for snooping. Really. After I took you home, Bert helped me realize you did what any other horny teenage boy would’ve done. I know you’ve been attracted to me for a long time, and I’m actually kind of glad you found my little secret. But I want you to understand something. You need to be very quiet now. From now on, you’re not to speak unless I tell you to. Do you understand?"

I nodded.

The knife pressed harder, and a sharp pain shot into my neck. "What was that?"

"Yeah! Yeah! I get it! Linda, please...!"

She jerked me again.

"You have lost the privilege of calling me Linda. You may call me Ms. Bell. Do you understand?"

Holy shit. She’s lost it. A fucking bird’s talking to her? Calming her down? Forget Vampira, forget Bride of Frankenstein.

She was a fucking psycho.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Yeah. Okay...uh, Ms. Bell. I got it."

"Good. Now. I asked you a question."

"Wha...What was that?"

"Are you excited?"

Not any fucking more, I thought.

After she pulled the knife on me, my dick went from looking like a tent pole in my underwear to hiding somewhere around my armpits. Hell, as far as I knew, it jumped off and slithered out under her door, and was running like hell to Bermuda right now.

"Uh, I...was..."

"Let’s see," she said again.

Her hand slid back down and into my underpants. She ran her fingernails through my pubic hair and then gripped my balls. She kissed my neck and softly nibbled my earlobe as she played with me.

I shivered, and my dick decided to take a risk.

She laughed in my ear and used the flat of her knife to force my head back onto her shoulder.

"That’s a nice boy," she said. "Just like that. Now relax."

She stroked me until I was hard again, and she ran a fingernail along the bottom of my cock up to the tip, pushing it against my belly.

"Very nice," she whispered, and let it flop back down. It hung straight out, pulsing.

I felt dizzy.

"Now then. I was telling you that I forgave you?"

"Yes Ms. Bell," I croaked. I sounded like her stupid bird.

"Well. A couple days ago, I realized you took something when you were here, too. Didn’t you?"

I managed a nod.

The knife pricked me.

"What did you say?"

"Y-yes. I did."

She smiled and licked my ear. My dick twitched in her hand.

"You’ve been playing with something in your pocket this week, haven’t you?"

I shut my eyes.




"Ms. Bell," she said.


"Yes, Ms. Bell."

The knife eased back, and her other hand reached into the pocket of my jeans. She pulled her panties out and dangled them in front of my face.

"That’s where they went! I wondered where they’d disappeared to. I just knew I put them in my dresser."


"Did you look through my dresser, Devin?"


"Yes Ms. Bell."

"Did you take anything else of mine?"

I squeezed my eyes shut, and nodded.


"Yes Ms. Bell."



"I...I took a bra."

She nuzzled me, giving me little, soft kisses.

"Do you like what you took?"

"Y-yes Ms. Bell."

"Did you think about me this week? Wearing what you took from me?"

I was breathing hard again. She’d wrapped her panties around my penis, and was slowly jerking me off. My knees started to tremble.

"Yes." I whispered.

"Did you bring me back my bra, too?"

I shook my head.


"No! No, Ms. Bell. It’s still at my house."

"Did you try my underwear on?" She asked.

"No. I didn’t..."

"Did you think about it? Did you wonder what my panties would feel like? Did you imagine slipping them on, the soft lace stroking you at school, hidden under your pants? Or my bra, hidden under your shirt, strapped around your sweet chest?"

I gulped and shook my head again.


"N-no. I didn’t. Really. I just wanted something to remember you with..."

"You stole from me."


She stopped rubbing my cock and tossed the panties on the bed.

"Give me your arm." She patted my left shoulder. "This one."

She grabbed my left wrist and yanked my arm behind my back. The cold pressure on my neck eased up, and she pushed me onto the bed.

With my pants halfway to my knees, I couldn’t stay up. I fell over, and she landed on top of me. I heard the rattle of a chain and then a leather strap tightened around my wrist.

She’d tied me with the cuff attached to the opposite - right - side of the bed. I had to use all my strength to flip over, but she’d already locked my wrist into the handcuff. When I flopped onto my back, I found her straddling my hips with the knife pointed right at my throat, and I realized she’d planned it this way.

"Don’t move." Her smile was gone.

The point of her knife poked my cheek, and her ass rubbed my cock as she pinned my other wrist to the bed with her knee. She grabbed the cuff lying next to my head, and quickly strapped my right wrist in.

Then she stroked my face with her blade, and grinned. She sat up, and I could see her dress had popped its buttons up to her waist. She grabbed my t-shirt and slit it open with her knife.

"Oh shit! Linda, please...!"

She jabbed my nipple with the knife and hissed at me.

"What did you say?"

I bit my lip and shut up. A little blood trickled down my ribs from the cut she’d made.

Then she leaned over and kissed me. I heard myself groan as her tongue flicked in and out of my mouth, and I for a second I forgot my fear.

Her kiss was soft and she ran her hand up my ribs as she pulled my tongue into her mouth and sucked on it. She kept the knife held at my neck and pinched my bloody nipple with her free hand, and then she ripped her dress open to her belly, down to the last couple buttons.

I felt my cock throb against her backside and bit my lip. Under her dress she was wearing a white push up bra. The cups were cut just under her tiny, pink nipples, forcing them to jut out.

"Do you like my breasts, Devin?" She asked.

"Y-yes, Ms. Bell."

She smiled.

I’d answered the question right, I guess, because she wrapped her hands around the back of my head, leaned over and pressed her chest onto my face. One of her nipples poked against my lips, and I sucked on it, nibbling it. Her tits were bigger than I’d thought. I realized that the little peeks I’d managed to catch over the years had just misled me about the size of her boobs.

Her hips jerked, grinding her ass into my crotch. And then she pulled away. She sat up and looked down at me, smiling. She stabbed he knife into the mattress next to my armpit and played with her breasts with one hand, then reached behind her ass and stroked my cock with the other.

Maybe she wasn’t going to kill me. I remembered the bondage get-up in her closet, and prayed this was just some funky role-playing game for her. Despite myself, I was starting to get into it.

Linda shut her eyes and played with me for a minute, until I was hard in her hand again. And then she bent over and kissed my neck, sliding her tongue down my chest. She pinched and bit my nipples, trailing her mouth over them, sucking them, and then she slid her body further down, biting and kissing my belly, licking my belly button, and then she grabbed my cock with both hands and took me into her mouth with a gulp.

My entire body tingled when I felt her lips press against my belly, and I jerked against her. She looked up at me, my dick buried in her throat, stretching out her mouth. She bobbed her head and I slid out with a slurp.

"Do you like that?"

"Oh, my God." I whispered. "Yes...uh...uhh...Ms. Bell...Uhhhh"

My feet twitched and my hands clenched as she sucked me, slowly and gently. She slid one arm under my ass and pillowed her head on my hip. Her soft, curly hair tickled me, and she cupped my balls with her free hand and lightly tickled my asshole with her fingertips. She worked me slowly at first, and then picked up speed, until my hips jerked and my toes curled.

"Oh shit!! P-please...gnnng!"

She stopped sucking me right as I started to cum, but rolled off me onto the bed and kept stroking me. Her hand pumped away, and I couldn’t hold back. I shot my load, and she milked me, pointing my dick up towards my belly.

"Oh, fuck, Linda! Fuck, yeah!"

Sticky, pearly white cum pooled on my stomach, and dripped down my sides. My chest heaved as she smiled at me and squeezed the last drops of cum out of my cock. Then she ran her hand over the mess on my belly and licked her fingers clean.

"You made quite a mess, Devin."

I managed to nod. I could barely breathe.

She slid off the bed and pulled my pants down around my ankles. Then she pulled off my tennis shoes and my socks, pinned one of my legs to the bed and buckled me down, tightening the cuff around my leg just above my pants.

"You made a mess and you called me Linda. I told you to call me Ms. Bell, didn’t I?"

"Y-yeah. But..."

She strapped in my other leg, jerked the chains tight, and then pulled my pants all the way off.

"That means you have to be punished."

I tried to sit up. I still had some slack in the chains locking up my arms.

"No, no. You don’t get up until I let you."

Linda pushed me down and straddled my chest. She tightened up the chains for my arms, until I was spread-eagled out on her bed. Then she slid off again, my cum leaving a wet, shiny trail where she’d smeared it over my body.

"What a bad boy you are. Since you can’t seem to follow directions..."

She pulled the knife out of the bed and set it on her nightstand, then stepped over to her closet. She rolled open the door and grabbed something off the rack.

"I think we just need to make sure you don’t talk any more this weekend."

She grinned and held up a gag and a mask.

"Linda, please..."

She slapped me hard enough to make my eyes water. My lip swelled and I tasted blood.

"Shut up."

She pulled the black leather mask over my head, and then zipped it up the back. She unzipped the eye and mouth slits, and then shoved the red rubber ball of the gag against my lips.


She wiggled it into my mouth, until I gurgled, and then she strapped it around my head, hooking it in place.

"There." She stepped back and admired her handiwork. "Perfect."

She smiled at me, watching me jerk around on her bed. The cuffs didn’t hurt, but I was strung so tight I could barely move, and the mask was stifling. I felt myself start to panic again, and screamed into my gag.

Completely muffled. Almost no sound reached my ears through the thick leather. And then I knew that I’d blown my chance for help.

Now no one could hear me.

"Oooh, poor boy. Uncomfortable?" Linda cooed. "Here. Let me help."

She pulled a thick pillow out of the closet and shoved it under the small of my back, and then another, until my hips were almost a foot off the bed.

"You wanted me to fuck you, didn’t you? I know you did. I could see it in your eyes when I found you leering into my closet, and all this week at school." She ran a hand lightly over my prone body.

Her touch was electric. My body jumped.

"There, there. You got to have your fun, now it’s my turn." She smiled again. "Just relax. You’re about to get your wish. Now, wait just a second."

She turned back to her closet, and came back out with a big bottle of anal lubricant.

"You’ll need this," she said, and crawled up onto the bed. She knelt between my legs and squirted a bunch of lube onto my crotch and over my balls. She slathered it on thick. Despite myself, my dick came back to life at the cool touch of the jelly, and she grinned.

"Well, look at that. You are a horny boy, aren’t you?" She shook more lube down to the tip of the bottle. "We’ll just have to fix that, won’t we?"

She used her fingertips to spread my ass cheeks open.

"What a cute little butt you’ve got, Devin."

She grinned and pressed the tip of the bottle into my anus.

My body jerked as she squeezed the rest of the lube into my rectum. She laughed and tossed the bottle onto the floor.

"Don’t you like that?"

My head flopped frantically from side to side, and she unbuttoned the last two buttons holding her dress closed. She let it slide off onto the floor and rested her hands on my thighs. She was wearing a flowery garter belt with her stockings and a pair of lacy panties over that.

"That’s too bad," she said, and leaned over with her ass up in the air.

She lapped the drying cum from my stomach, purring like a cat. I closed my eyes, feeling the heat from her body on mine. The tip of my dick rubbed her chest, her bra, and her belly as she licked and slurped.

I groaned with pleasure.

And then she sat up again, and pulled down her panties.

My eyes popped open and I started to thrash in my chains.

Ms. Bell laughed, and stroked the hard, thick, purple cock dangling where her pussy should’ve been. Her - his - cock was big - bigger than mine - and the balls hanging down inside her thighs were hairless.

"I hope I’m everything you wanted, Devin," she whispered and eased down onto me.

My legs were spread open, and my ass was way up in the air. I kicked and thrashed, but I could barely move. She just giggled and slipped her cock slowly into my oozing rectum.

It hurt.

It fucking hurt a lot .

Once she was in far enough that I couldn’t dislodge her, she grabbed my ass with both of her hands and pushed with her hips. She had all the leverage she needed, and suddenly I felt like I had to take a huge shit.

"There sweet boy. Doesn’t that feel nice?" She cooed. "You feel so sweet, I love your ass."

She let her weight rest on me and her tits dug into my chest. Her sticky hands slid up my body and grabbed a pair of leather handles that were sewn onto the sides of my mask, and she started pumping into me. She buried her face in the crook between my neck and my shoulder and purred, sucking and nuzzling me. Her hair poked into my eye and I had to turn my head away, giving her better access to my neck while she fucked me.

"That’s my sweet baby. My sweet, sweet baby." she whispered as she chewed on my neck. "You want me to cum in your ass, don’t you baby..."

Oh, fuck, it hurt.

She was pounding into me, smashing her belly against my balls. My dick was pressed flat against her stomach, and her garter belt rubbed it while she fucked me. Her belly was slick with my cum and the lube she’d smeared all over me, and the friction was turning the lube warm, then hot.

"You like it. I can feel it..."

My dick slid underneath her garter belt and stuck there, between the lacy material and her stomach. I groaned as I felt another orgasm building.

I didn’t want to cum. I didn’t. Not with some freak fucking me in the ass.

But I couldn’t help it.

My toes curled and my hands clenched into fists. A muffled wail from behind my mask caused her to stop pumping me for a second. She smiled as she pushed her upper body away from me, and shoved with her hips until her dick was buried and her balls slapped my ass.

"Cum for me," Linda purred. "Cum all over your sweet chest..."

She ran her fingers lightly up and down the thick vein running along the bottom of my cock, and a thick stream of cum spurted out of my dick like a fountain. Tears of shame burned in my eyes as my chest was sprayed with milky-white droplets.

Linda grinned and licked her fingers clean.

"That tastes so sweet..."

She gathered her legs up so she was kneeling underneath me, and pulled my ass higher. With my chained legs stretched over her thighs, she began fucking me with quick, hard strokes.

"Baby, oh baby..."

I didn’t feel her cum inside me. None of that ‘hot jizm exploding, filling me up’ crap. It was nothing like any of the shit you read about in the dirty magazines. One minute, she (he? it?) was pounding me, ripping into my asshole, and the next she just stiffened. After a series of small jerks, the pressure in my bowels lessened and she collapsed on top of me.

Then I felt warm fluid dripping down my ass cheeks, and she was snuggling me, gently kissing my nipples and wrapping herself around my body.

"Sweet boy, I knew you’d like it..." she whispered.

She rested her head on my chest, stroking the cum covering me with a sharp fingernail, swirling it around and making little designs.

"I can’t wait for tomorrow to introduce you to my friends," she yawned.

And then she fell asleep, right on top of me, with her cock slowly shrinking inside my ass. After a few minutes she started to snore softly, and her penis popped out.

It felt just like I’d taken a little turd.

I woke up to find dingy grey light pouring through her bedroom windows.

"Rise and shine sleepy-head," she said, as she dragged me, feet first, off the bed. "Time to get ready for the party."

My feet were cuffed with a new pair of leather bonds. A short, thin nylon cord dangled between them, I guess so I could walk on my own. My hands were hand-cuffed tightly in front of me, and I noticed the other cuffs were still attached to the bedframe.

Linda was standing in front of me, completely naked. She was holding the riding crop from her closet in one hand, and poked my face with it. I wasn’t wearing the mask anymore, but I was still gagged.

"Stand up Devin."

Soft, her cock swung down four or five inches. There was dried shit and blood caked on it, and smeared all over the tops of her legs.

"C’mon. We don’t have all day. Huffff!"

She pulled me to my feet and a sharp pain flooded my bowels. Suddenly I had to go to the bathroom very, very badly. She yanked on a heavy leash she’d attached to a studded leather collar around my neck, and my wobbly legs almost gave out.

"Stand up straight!" she demanded.

I did my best, and she led me into her bathroom. The rope around my ankles let me shuffle along in little half-steps.


She pushed me down onto the toilet and held my penis while I relieved myself. Shit bubbled out of my ass and plopped into the toilet, splashing me.

I squeezed my eyes closed and prayed to wake up.

Linda laughed and played with her little whip, gently slapping the underside of my chin with it.

"All finished. That’s a good boy, pooping in the toilet."

She cleaned me, and then pulled my leash again.

"Now into the shower. We want you to make a good impression tonight."

I tried to step over the ledge of the bathtub, and almost tipped over. The whip whacked me in the butt, and I stumbled in.

"Raise your arms."

A metal pipe ran across the top of her shower, from one wall to the other, with a sturdy hook hanging from the middle. I shook my head, and she flicked her wrist.


Her crop caught me across my nipple. Linda wasn’t smiling anymore.

"You smell like a disgusting pig. Raise your arms. Now!" She flicked her wrist again.


Pain exploded through me as the tip of her crop kissed my crotch. My vision swam, and she screamed again.



My other nipple burned, and I raised my arms, shuddering. She reached up and attached my cuffs to the hook with a small, light clamp.

"There. That wasn’t so hard, was it?" she asked pleasantly.

My whole body hurt. I didn’t want to piss her off again, so I shook my head.

Linda stepped into the shower behind me, reached around my waist, and started the water running. A blast of freezing cold water hit me in the face, sending chills down my entire body. She pushed my head into the freezing spray and raked her fingers through my hair. I came out sputtering, and then she was lathering me up with shampoo.

"There. Doesn’t that smell good?"

She dunked me again and rinsed me. The water was warming up now, and I felt her arm wrap around my waist, and she bent over. When she straightened, she held a bar of pink soap under my nose.

"This is my favorite. I think you’ll like it too." The soap smelled like her, like she smelled every day when we’d stayed late in her classroom.

I groaned.

Linda slowly, gently soaped me up. Starting with my arms, she worked her way down past my groin, washing me as she went, and then moving back up to my crotch.

"Mmm. Let’s have a little fun, shall we?"

I let my head hang as she washed my cock. Despite myself, it slowly hardened until it was standing straight up, throbbing in her fist.

"Such a nice, hard cock," she whispered.

And then something hard and rubbery was poking me.

Linda pulled me against her and played with my chest as she jacked me off, gently rubbing her growing dick up and down my wet, soapy ass crack.

God. Just like last night, I thought. This can’t be happening. Please. This has to be a bad dream.

And she stopped.

"There. Nice and hard again, sweet boy. But I think we should save that for later this evening."

She reached around me and popped the shower head off the stand. I waited, hanging there, staring at the flowery white tile until she finished bathing herself.

"All done!"

Linda turned off the water and opened the shower door. She hopped out of the tub and I watched her in the mirror as she toweled off. Then she rubbed me dry with a thick pink towel and stepped back, grinning.

"I’ll be right back. Don’t move a muscle." She hung the wet towels back on the rack and left the room.

I hung there for a second with my eyes closed and my head back, wondering how the fuck I was going to get out of this. I could hear Linda rummaging around in her bedroom. I opened my eyes when she turned on the radio, and found myself staring up at my wrists.

The pipe I was attached to was bent slightly in the middle. I lifted my legs, curling them up to my stomach. My ass felt like something was ripping inside, but I hung there, twisting.


I took a deep breath, gritted my teeth and pulled myself up as far as I could with my arms, and then let myself drop. The leather straps cut into my wrists, but the pipe groaned and bent.

I dropped about a half an inch.

In the bedroom, Linda was humming along to some old sixties song. Glancing at the bathroom door, I raised my body again, pulling my legs into a ball, and dropped. With a squeal, the pipe bent another inch, but held.

"What do you think you’re doing?!"

Linda was standing at the doorway, dressed in her nurses’ outfit, glaring at me. She lashed out with her riding crop.



Three burning welts popped up on my ass cheeks, just below the small of my back. Linda placed a fist on her hips and waggled her finger at me, like she was scolding a small child.

"Bad boy! Didn’t I tell you not to move?"

Linda unhooked me and dragged me out of the tub, then into the bedroom and threw me face-first down onto the bed.

"Such a bad boy. And after I’ve been so nice to you."

She leashed me to the head-board of the bed and pulled something green from her closet. Then she straddled my back, unlocked my handcuffs and grabbed me by the hair, jerking my head back.

"Do you know what happens to bad boys? Do you?"

My eyes popped open and I shook my head.


"They get punished."

Linda let go of my hair and shook out a green smock. She forced my hands through a pair of arm holes, then tied the light, paper-like material down my back.


She locked my handcuffs together again and untied my leash.

"Stand up," she said. "Let’s see how you look in your costume."

I slowly pushed myself off the bed, and turned around. Linda was grinning at me, lifting my chin with her crop.

"My little patient. You look cute enough to eat." She sighed. "Come with me."

She gave my leash a quick jerk, and I stumbled after her. I heard Bert squawk through the closed office door, and then we were down the stairs and into her living room. She led me right to the stockade that she’d set up in the middle of the room.

"You’ve been such a bad boy; this is where you’re going to have to spend the evening."

I tried to back away, shaking my head. She just yanked my forward until she could grab my hair again, and pushed my neck down on the thick slab of wood.

"Bad boy! Don’t make me spank you!’

Linda slipped behind me and grabbed my wrists. After unlocking my handcuffs again, she forced my arms down into the shallow depressions cut into the beam, and slammed the crossbar down over my neck and padlocked me in.


I tried to jerk my head back. No luck. I couldn’t move.

Linda removed the leash and slipped the black mask back over my head, buckling it on. She made sure the eye-slits were open, so I could see, but she zipped the mouth closed.

"You be a good boy now. I’ve got a lot to get ready!"

Then left me alone. With her parrot tucked away, the house stayed strangely quiet.


The doorbell rang about an hour later.

Linda skipped past me and I heard the door open.

"Girlfriend! Look at you! Oooohhh!"

I was turned with my ass facing the door so I couldn’t see who had just shown up, but there was a lot of excited shouting for a couple minutes. The voice that kept calling Linda ‘Girlfriend’ eventually acknowledged me.

"And who’s this sweet thing?"

A warm hand patted my ass and trailed up my back, playing with the ties on my ‘costume’.

"Oh. Just a party favor, for later."


The hand tickled my balls, and I turned my head as far as I could. A pair of long, muscular brown legs stepped into view. I looked up to see what appeared to be a black man dressed as a roaring-twenties style flapper, wearing a tight, sequined white dress with a skirt that barely covered his ass, and a pair of black mesh stockings with white stiletto heels.

Behind me, someone with a lisp asked, "Dessert?" Then laughed gaily.

"Here, let me take your coats. Desiree, I haven’t had time to bring out the bowls. Would you mind?"

The person standing in front of me was playing with my mask. "’Course, Girl! Whatever you need."

"They’re right over there."

Desiree walked away, swishing his butt. He returned a second later and set two bowls by my feet. One was full of condoms, the other loaded with little bottles of anal lubricant. The bowls I’d seen in Linda’s closet.

Somebody was gently rubbing my ass.

"I love Halloween. Linda always comes up with the best ideas," the voice lisped. "Did you see the balls on this one?"

And the doorbell rang again.

"Party-time!" Desiree cried, and he ran to open the door.


I don’t know how many people showed up for Linda’s little shin-dig, but the apartment was packed and noisy, and the drinks were flowing.

There was a lot of leather, lots of chains and bondage stuff. Everybody was dancing, or eating, or wandering from one little group to another. One chubby guy whose voice I recognized as the Lisper was dressed like a cartoon tiger, with little white shirt cuffs and a white collar and a bow-tie sewn onto his costume. He had a pair of orange ears strapped to the top of his head, and they kept falling off while he danced.

I seemed to be the focal point of conversation, but for the first hour or so, everybody pretty much left me alone and partied. Eventually the little groups got even smaller, and couples started claiming space on the couch and chairs. A guy dressed like a biker flopped onto a recliner in front of me and pulled out a huge cock, bloated and purple, with a shiny silver cock ring wrapped around his balls. Another guy dressed like a cowboy knelt down between his knees, and the biker grinned and closed his eyes.

I turned my head when the cowboy hat started bobbing up and down.

The orgy had begun. And Lispy Tiger Boy was glancing my way.

"Hey, Linda!" He shouted across the room, waving at me. "Can I partake?"

I couldn’t see or hear her, but I guess Linda said yes because the guy walked over to me. He bent over and smiled at me, then dipped into the bowls. He straightened and slid his hand into the band of his orange tights and slipped them down, over his hips.

And I was suddenly staring right at a pair of hairy balls, and thick, soft cock, poking right at my face.

No. No, no, no, no...

"Not his mouth!" I heard Linda shout from across the room. "And wrap that rascal!"


Lispy ripped open a condom package and rolled the rubber on. The he squirted some lube onto his hand and started to jack off. When he was hard he waddled around behind me.

Oh God, no...

His sticky hands untied and pulled open my costume. He rubbed his slimy cock into my ass, greasing me up. I tried to wiggle away, but he grabbed me around the waist with both of his arms, pinning me in place.

"Hold still," he whispered, and pushed his dick into me with a grunt.

My entire body spasmed, and my head smacked back into the hard wood.


"Ahhhooowww. You’re a tight boy, aren’t you?"

Lispy wormed his way into my ass, with slow, hard thrusts. His fingers played with my cock while he slowly fucked me, then reached completely under me and lightly grabbed my balls.

"Oh, yeah..."

He squeezed my balls and screwed me. When he started to get really excited he stopped playing with me, dug his fingers into my waist and bent over my back. He pounded into me as hard as he could, slamming my shoulders into the cross-bars locking me into the stockade.


Lispy pulled out suddenly, and a second later warm fluid spurted over my ass.

Then the cowboy-biker duo stepped up.

"All finished, Pard'ner?"

"Enjoy yourselves, boys!"

I watched the cowboy slip underneath me. His head brushed my chest and his hat fell off, and then he sucked my cock into his mouth. The biker took the time to grab a condom, and then his huge dick was filling my ass.

It felt like I was being ripped apart.

"Fuck him, Baby," the cowboy slurped. He reached around and pulled my ass cheeks open. "Yee-Haw! Pound that little ass."

And so it went.

Unfortunately, the night was just beginning.


Hours later, I hung limply from my prison. My ass burned like it was on fire.

All the party-goers had long since departed, except for Desiree.

Right now, he was sitting on the chair in front of me with his legs crossed, his hands folded demurely on his knee, swinging his shoe from his toes as he twirled his foot in a slow circle.

Watching me.

"What are you going to do with your little trophy?" He asked Linda, who was walking around, picking up.

Linda shrugged.

"I’m not sure yet. He said he wanted to come to the party, but I haven’t asked him if he wants to stay tonight."

Desiree smiled and smoothed out his skirt, and gracefully shifted his legs, teasing me.

He yawned theatrically and stretched, throwing back his head and pushing his arms straight into the air. His breasts were enormous, and he had a tiny little waist, which made them look even larger. The tight dress he wore barely restrained his tits; in fact, it emphasized them. He caught me looking and grinned, cupping his breasts with his hands and giving them a little bounce.

"I think he likes my titties." He toyed with a thin spaghetti strap that kept falling down over his shoulder. He smiled and licked his full lips. "Would you like to see them, baby?"

Linda stood next to me, and unzipped my mask.

"Now that everyone’s gone, why don’t we take this off?"

She pulled the mask off and let it fall to the floor.

"Oh! What a beautiful boy!" grinned Desiree.

He slid off the chair and crawled over the floor to me, until I could feel his breath on my face. He reached out and smoothed back my hair, then gently kissed my forehead.

"So pretty," he murmured, and slipped the straps of his dress over his arms.

Desiree cupped his breasts with his arms, pushing them into my face. The sequins covering his dress scraped my face for a second, and then the cool, smooth feel of a silk slip, and then the warm flesh of his bare skin. He played with my hair and I heard a click, and then a huge weight eased from my neck. It took me a moment to realize that Linda had removed the bar holding me down. And then my legs gave out, and I collapsed to the floor with a thump.

"Poor baby. Looks like you’ve had a rough night." Desiree stood up and kicked off his shoes. "Why don’t we take you upstairs and clean you up."

He pulled up his dress and stepped around the stockade, then bent over picked me up like I was a child. He threw me backwards over his shoulder and marched upstairs, right into the bathroom, and stood me up in the shower. He pulled off the hospital gown and tossed it in a clothes-hamper sitting by the sink.

Linda turned on the water, and I was too weak to fight as they bathed me. Hot, rust brown water swirled down the drain as they rinsed my legs and buttocks. My ass stung when the water ran over it. After they finished, Desiree toweled me dry and then they handcuffed my wrists together again, and let me use the toilet.

"Poor baby," he turned to Linda. "Does he know?"

Know what? I wondered.

Linda shook her head.

"I haven’t told him. I’m sure he thinks that I’m like you."

What the hell were they talking about?

Desiree flushed the toilet for me and led me back into the bedroom. The bedding was clean; someone had changed the sheets to a soft pink satin, instead of the black silk. He pushed me onto the bed and they locked me up again. The sheets were cold underneath me, and I shivered.

They both sat on opposite sides of the bed and smiled at me.

"So. Is that what you think?" Desiree asked.

I looked at each of them. Bewildered.

"That she’s like me?"

Desiree stood and slipped out of his dress until it pooled around his ankles. The silk slip followed right after. Underneath, he was just wearing a black garter belt to hold up his stockings. His tits were full and firm, bigger than anything I’d seen outside of a porno movie, with dark brown nipples. I could see the light discoloration around the side of his breast, where the scarring from his implants had healed. His penis was already hard, and stuck out a good foot from his crotch.

"A woman trapped in a man’s body?"

I couldn’t take my eyes off his penis. He eased back onto the bed, and started to gently stroke my stomach with his long, painted fingernails. His dick flopped over his thigh and rested half on the bed, and his tits pressed into my side.

He looked at Linda.

"Why don’t you show him?"

Linda smiled at me and stood up. She was still dressed in her nurses’ costume. She unclipped the little white cap and tossed it on the dresser, then reached behind her back and unzipped the starched white uniform. She pulled it down over her round hips, and I felt my cock suddenly twitch.

Desiree noticed too, and his light touch eased down my belly until his fingertips lightly ran up and down the length of my dick. I groaned around my gag when Linda stood up straight. Now wearing just her undies, she looked like something right out of a wet dream.

"Bra first, honey," Desiree said.

Linda nodded, and unhooked her white, push-up bra. It unsnapped in the front, and she slid the straps down her slim arms and let it fall. She stood smiling at me with her back arched and her chest thrust forward. She licked her fingers and pinched her little, pink nipples until they were stiff.

"Look at them, Sweetie," Desiree prompted. "Those are the real deal, Sugar."

I glanced at him, and he grinned. Then he looked back at Linda.

"Now the panties."

Linda bent and rolled her white g-string down her legs and stepped out of it, leaving her wearing just white stockings and a matching garter belt. She stood again, demurely sucking a finger and playing with her cock.

I watched her get hard.

"Now, that’s real too. Isn’t it, Linda?"

Linda smiled and nodded.

"Come closer." Desiree stopped caressing my dick, and motioned Linda to step closer to my face. "There. Good. Now turn around and bend over."

I seemed to be having a hard time breathing. Linda twirled on the ball of her foot, bent over and spread her ass cheeks. She wiggled her butt, and I got a nice view of her asshole, her balls and her dick and...her...


Linda’s hand moved under her crotch and slipped between her legs. She rubbed her pussy lips and slipped her middle finger inside. It came out slick, and she turned around and licked it clean.

"See? A little bit of everything. Just for us."

She smiled at me and Desiree patted my crotch. Linda crawled onto the bed and straddled me. She closed her eyes and licked her lips, raising her bottom slightly.

"A little higher," Desiree said, and he gripped the base of my cock.

I felt myself slide into Linda. She sat down with a slow grind of her hips, and her fingernails scraped my chest.

God. She was the tightest fit I’ve ever experienced. She fit me like a warm silk glove. She cuddled me, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissed me gently.

"Fuck me," she whispered, and began moving against me, stroking my hair.

"Thattaboy." Desiree stood up and opened the closet. He clicked on the light and bent over, and when he shut the doors he was smearing lube on his cock. He eased between my spread legs, behind Linda. I felt his dick push into my balls, and for a second, I thought he was going to try to fuck my ass.

I braced myself for the pain, imagining that huge dick ripping into my butt.

But it didn’t happen.

Instead, Linda moaned and squeezed me tighter, and I felt something big and hard pressing down on my cock. I opened my eyes.

Desiree was slowly easing himself into Linda’s asshole. Her face scrunched up with the effort of taking us both, and then he was lying on top of us. Linda was angled to my left, Desiree to my right, both of them kissing and caressing me. Linda smiled with an effort.

"L-let’s...t-take this off, too."

She unsnapped my gag, and Desiree pulled the red ball out of my mouth. My jaws cramped, and Linda massaged my face until they relaxed and I could close my mouth. For the first time in more than a day, I could speak.

"Please...stop..." I managed. But Desiree cupped my chin in his hand and tilted my face to his. His lips gently touched mine and Linda nuzzled her soft lips along my ear, teasing me with her tongue.

"Cum in me," she whispered, and her hands played with my body, sending little chills down my spine.

Desiree flicked his tongue in my mouth and I gasped. "It’s okay, baby," he said. "Just lay back and enjoy."

He smiled reassuringly, and I closed my eyes.

"Oh, God," I heard myself say, and I let them do whatever they wanted.


For the rest of the year, Linda brought me home with her on Friday nights, and occasionally Desiree would join us. When school ended and I graduated, Linda moved back to France, with her sister.

Desiree and I stayed in contact, a bit.

She asked me to stop calling her ‘him’, and eventually I began to think of her as a woman. She would bring me over to apartment and dress me up in whatever outfit tickled her fancy, and then we’d fuck. She seemed to enjoy my...exuberance.

One weekend, Linda flew in to spend a few days, and brought her sister with her.

By that time, I thought I knew what kinky was.

I had no idea.

On the days I didn’t spend with them, I tried to hang out with my buddies. I’d forgotten all about Cara and Keith, until one weekend when all of us - the guys, that is - decided to go to a strip bar.

"Yo! Dev! Wha’s up!"

Manning the door at ‘The Crop’ was Keith. He’d put on some weight over the last few months. His gut hung out over his baggy jeans, and he still drooled. He let us in with a discount and a good word with the waitress.

Nice of him.

A few watery sodas and a couple lap-dances later, we were feeling pretty relaxed. Then the D.J. announced some stripper named ‘Mercedes’, and cranked up the bump and grind music.

Three guesses who jumped on stage.

Cara saw me sitting in the crowd, and almost blew her act. She recovered nicely, though, and did a pretty good set. She knew how to work the pole, boy.

I shoved a dollar bill in her g-string, and decided to call it a night. I patted her butt and she smiled at me with sad, glazed eyes. I said goodbye to my friends. Only Mark and Dave managed to pry their eyes away from my stoned ex-girlfriend and her baby-doll outfit long enough to say goodnight.

I went home and called Desiree. It was late, but I was depressed and horny. She picked up after the second ring. I don’t think she ever slept.

"What’s wrong baby?" She asked. "Sounds like you need some sugar. Why don’t you come on over."

We hung up and I walked out to my car - Linda’s old VW. As I unlocked the door, I saw the lights go off a couple houses over. Ingrid. I hadn’t thought about her for months now.

For a second, I thought I caught a glimpse of her peeking out the living room window at me.


The next day I woke up late in the afternoon. It was broiling hot in my room.

I sat up and stretched, feeling groggy, and opened my window for some air, right as Ingrid power-walked by my house.

She must’ve heard the window, because she stopped and looked around. I unlatched the screen and pushed it up, then stuck my head out of the window.

"Hey. It’s just me," I said.

She smiled and waved, then her face turned pink and her hand jumped to her mouth. She grinned at me, then turned on her heel and almost ran home.

"What?" I wondered.

When I was standing back in my room, I realized it might’ve been a good idea to put some clothes on before I opened the window. Then I remembered Ingrid’s little grin before she walked away, and my dick twitched.

"Heh." I laughed to myself. "You liked it."

I thought for a minute, and then opened my closet. Buried in the back under a ton of junk was the box John had given me before he left, almost a year ago. I pulled it out and dug around in it until I found what I was looking for. I tossed the little package in the air and caught it, then went to take a shower.


An hour later, feeling refreshed and frisky, I went to visit Ingrid, carrying two tall glasses of iced tea with me.

I found her sitting cross-legged in the shade provided by our mutual neighbor’s house, weeding her flower beds. Even in the shade, the heat was smothering. She was still wearing her walking outfit; the same tank top, short-short combo she always wore, and she was covered in a glistening sheen of sweat.


Ingrid jumped.

"Oh!" She grinned at me and tucked a bit of damp hair behind her ear. "Devin! You startled me!"

"Sorry," I said, and handed her the glass in my right hand. "I saw you from my back yard and thought you might like something cold to drink."

"Oh. Well, thank you." She accepted the glass and took a small sip. She smacked her lips, and took a big gulp. "Mmm. That’s very good."

"Cheers." I sipped from my own glass. "I’m glad you like it. My mom brews a pitcher for me every morning before she goes to work. By the time I wake up it’s pretty tasty."

She swirled the ice in her glass and took another sip.

"This is so good. Devin, this was so thoughtful of you! Oh! Why don’t we take our drinks to the backyard and sit down?"


She held out her hand and I awkwardly helped her up.

"I put out some chairs on the patio," she said, wiping grass off her butt. "I...I didn’t expect anyone to visit, but..." she trailed off, frowning.

"But here I am."

That made her smile again.

"Yes. Here you are. I suppose I was hoping...that someone might come by."

A small rod-iron table was set up on the concrete patio. A faded umbrella was stuck through the glass top and three white chairs with worn, faded pillows tossed on the seats stood in the shade.

"Hey, let me get that."

I set my glass on the table and pulled out a chair for her. Ingrid settled in, and I sat down opposite her. She used both hands to tuck her hair back again and took another sip of her drink. She was already half finished.

Ingrid noticed that I was looking at her glass and smiled.

"Thank you."

"Sure. It’s that good, huh? I asked. "I guess I shoulda brought the whole pitcher."

She giggled, and then blinked, like she’d just surprised herself by laughing.

" is your summer? She asked. Seemed like she didn’t know quite what to make of my showing up.

"Good. Pretty good." I cleared my throat. "Hey, I, uh, I wanted to apologize for this afternoon. I mean..."

" you usually open windows without wearing any clothes?"

Her hand shot up to her mouth. I didn’t know exactly what I’d laced her drink with. It didn’t look like the stuff John had used before, but it seemed to be working.

I decided to push the conversation.

"Well, no. Just when a sexy neighbor walks by. My exhibitionist nature gets the better of me."

Her eyebrows flew up and her jaw dropped. Then she blushed again.

And then she grinned.

"You...I...I’m not sexy."

Well, well. I thought that comment was going to be way too forward.

"Sure you are."

"No." She stared at her glass for a second. "Really?"

"Yup." Wow. Okay, I thought. Here goes nothing. "I like watching you walk. You look great in that outfit." I threw my hands up and leaned back in my chair. "Amazing."

"I...I...well," she cleared her throat. "I’ve seen you out on your deck sometimes. Sunbathing? You...remind me of my husband. Your body, I mean. I...I mean, you look nice and tan..."

Ingrid blinked at me, blushing. She glanced away from me and took a long drink. When she finished, what was left of the ice cubes clinked around in the bottom of her glass. She rubbed the back of her neck, then hugged herself and crossed her legs.

"Really?" I asked.

Ingrid nodded but didn’t say anything.

I didn’t take my eyes off her. She was breathing rapidly, taking small, shallow gulps of air. She glanced at my crotch, then quickly looked away. I didn’t know how to play this, so I decided to change the subject.

"Anyway." I leaned forward and drew a smiley face with my finger in the condensation on the table. "Have you heard from John?&