They swopped back and forth, first one then the other sucking my meat,
until sinking to the ground, I pulled Claire over me so that her smooth
cunt covered my face. Twisting my tongue into her juicy hole I licked and
sucked at her delicious love box. I soon found her clit to bite and suck,
until it brought her to a shattering climax, drenching my face with her
juices, while she and her sister continued their oral administrations of my
cock.

And why did I see you and know immediately that we would become lovers?
Walking around at lunchtime, looking for a new dress to ease my depression I
bumped into you, literally. I was looking in the shop window and you were
reaching into your suit pocket when it happened. I almost stumble and you
reach to steady me, brushing my breast with your open hand.

I had seen her around the building from time to time. She had
a sweet face and a placid demeanor and seemed like a nice, plump
girl. I had no idea what kind of figureshe had, since she always
wore big, loose mu-mu dresses. At about 2:30 a.m. on the second
night of the blackout, after we had killed about two-thirds of a
bottle of cheap red wine that she’d brought, she announced she
really would prefer to stay with me rather than risk waking her
roommate (whom I’d always found more attractive) by coming home
late. Between the emotional shock of the breakup a few weeks before
and my weariness (an hour of sleep at a time was rare) and the
wine, I thought it sounded reasonable — and no more than that.
But in the darkness of my bedroom, I felt something against my
face, then something else. I stood and lit a candle and discovered
Barbie had absolutely enormous breasts. “Where did THOSE come
from?” I’d demanded. She’d laughed — gently, as with everything
else — and beckoned me back to bed. I was rather unprepared for
the body so carefully hidden under the loose, oversize dresses.
Imagine a woman who’s five foot tall, has 32-inch hips, a twenty-five
inch waist and a bra labeled 32-D … and who overflows the
brasierre’s cups.

True, the day before she headed for JFK and her transAtlantic
flight, Annie and I lolled about in bed for about eighteen hours of
sexual bliss. True, June stopped by the very next day, flipped up
her skirt to reveal her pantyless cunt, grabbed her ankles and
winked at me upside down between her knees. But that was going to
be it.
Ahh well, I figured. I needed to spend more time at the
Selectric. And in a pinch, there were always the Palm Sisters and
Fond Memories. Hell, what was ten days? I told myself.
It could be a very long time, I told myself.
To my amazement, on the Thursday night that Annie left for
France and June left for Albany, I got a phone call from Philly:
Barbie Shelton was coming to town.
I had known Barb for about four years, at that point. She’d
lived with Bertha, also an NYU student, in the same building as me
during the Great Blackout of ‘77 and had come down to keep me
company. Bertha knew I had just had a very bad breakup and was
going — quite literally — crazy. Barbie saved my life. No shit —
I was seriously contemplating suicide when she decided to take me
under her wing.

Dave continued, in small strokes, to shove his cock back further into her
ass. She had taken it all.

“Like a bitch!” She thought.

He had gone into her to the hilt and rested a moment before beginning to
fuck her ass.

“like a bitch!” Alice thought.

He had made her come from the dual pressure of his hand on her clit and his
prick in her ass.

“I’m coming, Like a bitch!’” She thought as her orgasm erupted.

Dave had kept her coming for nearly three minutes. His hands had had to
hold her in place to prevent her gyrations from unseating him.

Finally his spurting into her ass ended things and the two fell in a
semi-swoon on his large bed.

Half an hour later Alice had put on her skirt and blouse, her underwear
stuffed into her purse.

That Friday night (and Saturday morning!) from 9:00 p.m. to 4:00 a.m.,
the three of us participated in a sex orgy that was totally unbelievable
and beyond anything I had ever dreamed possible. Joe screwed me three
times, and Mark screwed me four times! Each of them sucked me until I
reached orgasms, and I sucked both of them off twice. While Joe was
screwing me, Mark straddled my chest and put his cock into my mouth. Then
they would switch, and Mark would screw me from behind as I sucked Joe,
lying on the bed. Joe fell asleep first and then Mark, and that’s the
order I woke each of them the next morning, by sucking them to orgasm.

Finally, I couldn’t stand it anymore and called Joe at his friend’s
apartment. People (including Duane) were asking me where Joe was and why
he wasn’t home. But the real reason was, I now needed my constant sex, and
I especially needed Joe to suck me off to my wonderful orgasms. On the
phone, I pleaded with Joe to come back and he didn’t agree until I told him
I would do anything he wanted me to do.

Almost everyday, when I dressed up in my outfit, it would drive Joe
absolutely nuts. He would go wild and our lovemaking hit new heights of
excitement. I would walk around in my outfit for him, and then he would
undress me down to the garterbelt, nylons and heels and I would keep those
on as we made love and sucked each other. We had a wonderful relationship.
We would carry on like this everyday and I would have two, three, even
sometimes four orgasms a day!

Duane’s job keeps him on the road constantly and he is gone more than
he’s home. We bought a house when we moved to Baltimore, and the upkeep
and expenses in the area are demanding. We live near a large state
university and decided to rent out a room to a college student. Duane and
I didn’t want just anybody living in our house, so we were fortunate enough
to have a church member recommend her nephew to us.

Dave had come a second time and had barely allowed her to get her breath
before his fingers were buried in her snatch.

“He’s treating me like a bitch!” She thought. The thought made her hot.

He had played her body like a violin, keeping her on the edge of orgasm
for minutes at a time.

As she came the second time, Dave waited for her to relax and was in her
in a matter of two seconds.

She had come instantly, again.

As she showed herself, he had stroked her mound, rubbed her breasts, and
generally tried to keep her horny.

It had worked.

He had gotten her ready to make love a second time by eating her. Alice
had resisted this. She had never allowed Mark to lick her after they had had
sex. It seemed so–Wrong.

Dave ignored her and went down on her, licking her with much more energy
than Mark did, making her come twice.

I
found that most men like to be sucked off and if I swallowed the sperm, they
appreciated it more. I’m no expert, but I suppose I have sucked 3 or 4
different men off over the last several years. I have gotten to where I
really enjoy sucking men off, albeit some men’s sperm taste far better than
others.” “My, that’s quite a summary of your sex life,” replied Garolynn.
“Well, we’re all friends here, aren’t we?” asked Janis. “At least I hope so
as we have each played with the other’s sexual fantasies here for the last
couple of hours.” “My husband was not nearly as sexually oriented as your
first husband, I guess,” said Garolynn.




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It was in the early spring of 1981, and the weather was warm for the
first time that year. I was finishing up my junior year in high school,
and decided to take a bicycle ride. I left my Vienna, Virginia home and
peddled away. I was bicycling on Rt 193 (I think), and found myself
near the turnoff for Great Falls National Park. I decided to go
there. I was bicycling down this dirt path, when I decided to go
towards the Potomac River, which was down some rocks. Since I didn’t
want my bicycle stolen and I didn’t have a lock for it, I carried my
Bike. It was near the river when I met up with the to ladies. One was
Brittish and was wearing a sear blouse and a black bra. The other woman
was Iranian, and was wearing a sweater on top and black jeans. I
started talking to them, and it became apparrent that the Iranian wanted
to go further down the path (and over some rocks), but the Brittish
lady did not want to. It looked fun to me, but I could not proceed
because of my bike. The Brittish girl offered to watch my bike, and I
went on with the Iranian.

She and I walked down the path, up and down the rocks when eventually,
we came across a steep cliff (which was about 8 feet (or 2.5 meters)
high. I was able to scale the cliff, and once on top, I offerred her
my hand, which she took. While pulling her up the cliff, her sweater fell
a bit away from her chest, and I was able to see her naked breasts (she
was not wearing a bra). I guess I was staring, because she asked me if
I liked what I saw, and I just blushed. When she got to the top, I
think she noticed that my dick was hard, but I wasn’t sure if she had
noticed. We continued walking, and I kept trying to look down her
shirt. She started complaining about the heat (it was getting upto
about 80 degrees), and eventually we reached an isolated spot from which
we could not be seen, and we sat down and talked. After a while, she
asked if I would mind if she took her sweater off because of the heat,
to which I replied no. She then stripped her shirt off, and I tried not
to stare. We continued talking about politics (her home country had
just undergone a revolution), and people, and such.

After a while, I realized that I had to pee. I told her that nature was
calling, and told her that I was going to relieve myself. She replied
that she too had to go. I went behind some bushes, unzipped my fly, and
started to pee. I could see her, but she was unable go see me from
below about the chest area. Anyways, I was watching her, and she was
looking at my face when she got up. I figured that she was going to go
behind some bushes, but instead she pealed off her pants and panties and
squatted. Being a 16 year old virgin, I lowered my head. When I
finished peeing, I stuffed my erect dick back into my pants and walked
back to the clearing. The Iranian woman had finished her buisness and
was laying out with nothing on. I sat down near her when she asked me
if I could put suntan lotion on her back. I said sure, and she rolled
onto her stomach and I spread the lotion on her back. I was purposely
avoiding her rear because I felt most uncomfortable fondling her there.
She had a different point of view though, and this became apparent when
she asked me “why don’t you put some on my butt?” I said ok, and
massaged the lotion into her behind.

While working the suntan lotion against her ass, I let my hands wander
to around the crack of her ass and near her pussy. When I felt her
pubic hair, I pulled my hand away, but when she didn’t react, I put my
hand back against her outer lips. I was very surprised when I felt how
hot and soft her was (I guess I figured that since a man got hard, so
did a woman). I then ran my hand along her crack, and she moaned out
something like “what are you doing?” I pulled my hand away and said
“noting.” She then turned over onto her back and said “do more
nothing.” I then placed my hand over her muff and worked my fingers
around. As I entered her with one finger, she moaned for me to stop. I
stopped, and she worked around to my jeans and unzipped my pants. She
then pulled out my cock and started playing with it. I decided to take
my clothing off, and we where then both naked. I really didn’t know
what would happen next, but I was standing there wearing only a hard-on
with a beautiful woman who was about twice my age.

Fortunately, she knew what to do. She grapped my cock and pulled it to
her face. The wwas she pulled me, I ended up with my face against her
pussy. She then licked my member, and I figuredwhat the hell, and put
my nose up to her crotch. She didn’t smell bad (I guess I assumed she
would), and I licked her slit. She moaned and put my cock in her mouth.
I couldn’t imagine anything ever fealing better than that, but she then
started moving her toungue around. I enetered her pussy with my toungue
and felt it spasm. She continued to work over my dick, but I was so
turned on, I came fast. She swallowed my man juice and proceded to
tense up in an orgasm of her own. She then pulled away from my still
erect cock, stood up, got dressed and left.

I put my pants back on and ran after her. She said that she had what
she wanted, and asked me if I enjoyed it. I said yes, but is that all
there is? She looked at me and said, “I am old enough to be your
mother.” I was a feelling dejected, and it showed on my face when she
said something like “would you of rather nothing happened?” I then
realized what she meant. It felt good, we enjoyed ourselves, so isn’t
that enough? I walked her back to her friend, go on my bike, and
bicycled home.

The End.
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Not even sure what he had just done, he slowly removed his
fingers from her cunt and gently rubbed around on her pussy. His
thoughts were on other things he had read, wondering what he was
supposed to do next. There was one thing that he thought she
might like, that he dearly wanted to do for her, but had no idea
at all how to start. “Just try, I guess,” he thought and he
slowly lowered his face to her pussy. It took her a few moments
to realize what he was going to do, being totally unprepared for
it since she knew that he had never been with a woman before.
The fragrance of her cunt was overwhelming and he knew that
he just had to taste her. He caressed her cunt lips with the tip
of his tongue, driving her mad with desire. Pushing his tongue
into her cunt, he tried again to find her clit. Just as with his
hand earlier, he didn’t know whether he did or not. She knew.
He did. She went off again, pushing her cunt up against his face
as he tongue fucked her for all he was worth. God, he hoped he
was doing this right!

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Alice had been naughty. Her lover whom he dated recently through adult friend finder was away for the weekend and she was
bored. When Dave called her, telling you about the concert tickets he had,
she knew what he wanted, but between the boredom and wanting to see the
concert (and Dave’s build) she went.

Dave did everything he could to turn her on. He had drinks at his place
ready before she left. she sat out on the lawn at the pavilion, drinking
wine. He put his arm around her, and at every opportunity Dave touched her,
stroked her, patted her, massaged her.

He spent a good ten minutes rubbing her forearms when she talked about
typing much of the morning. He spent longer on her back, and the kiss at the
end had seemed so natural.

The three that followed were more forceful. She didn’t protest when his
hand began rubbing her breast … she rather liked it.

On the way home his hand was under her dress as he drove, teasing her
pubic mound so that by the time she reached his apartment you were wet and as
horny as she could remember being. He took her on the rug in his living room,
and then later in his big bed.

For Alice, things had gotten out of hand … and she loved it.

Dave had continued to maintain possession of either her breast or her sex
the whole drive home. When they had entered the house he had begun kissing
her in earnest as he undressed her. His tongue had explored her in ways she
had always refused to her lover, Mark. Dave had simply been insistent. He
had tongued her mouth–deeply. He had gone all over her neck, licking her
ears.

Alice had always made Mark stop when he had begun that. The sensation was
too–disturbing. Dave had simply ignored her. That alone had excited her.
The fact that she was also discovering a new erogenous zone on her body only
made matters worse.

Dave had continued. He had tongued his way down to her breasts, and
instead of liking and sucking the way Mark did, Dave had gone over her whole
breast, or rather both of them. It was flattering in a way, and just a little
gross.

Alice had been deeply aroused.

That first time in the living room, on the rug, Dave had not even waited
to completely undress her. He had taken off her bra and shirt, and then
pulled off her panties.

With her skirt bunched up around her hips he had forced her over the
footstool on her stomach and had her from behind, something she had refused to
allow Mark to do.

Her inability to control Dave made her feel terribly wanton as she allowed
him each liberty. She had come almost as soon as he had entered her, her
skirt still on, on her face, from the rear.

Dave was taking her like a bitch, she thought. The word “bitch” seemed to
excite her even more. She repeated it to herself as his hard member shoved
home, again and again.

When Dave had come, she had expected to get dressed, but instead he had
taken her to his bedroom, removed the rest of her clothes and made her assume
positions on his bed.

When she had refused, he had simply moved her to the desired position.

As she showed herself, he had stroked her mound, rubbed her breasts, and
generally tried to keep her horny.

It had worked.

He had gotten her ready to make love a second time by eating her. Alice
had resisted this. She had never allowed Mark to lick her after they had had
sex. It seemed so–Wrong.

Dave ignored her and went down on her, licking her with much more energy
than Mark did, making her come twice.

As she reached that stage of orgasm (the first time) when you lose control
of your body for a few seconds he had slid a finger up her ass and then had
continued to run it in and out of her in a fucking motion as he licked her
engorged slit.

He paid more attention to her pussy than Mark did. He licked the whole
slit, running his tongue up and down her whole length, even darting in and out
of her well fucked hole. He knew when he was getting to her and as the second
orgasm approached he went down on her with a gusto, matching each stroke of
his tongue with one from the finger in her virgin ass.

As she came the second time, Dave waited for her to relax and was in her
in a matter of two seconds.

She had come instantly, again.

Dave had settled down for a long screw. He had pulled her knees up to his
chest. He had pulled her legs straight and put them on his shoulders. He had
turned her hips on their side, screwing her all the while.

Dave had come a second time and had barely allowed her to get her breath
before his fingers were buried in her snatch.

“He’s treating me like a bitch!” She thought. The thought made her hot.

He had played her body like a violin, keeping her on the edge of orgasm
for minutes at a time.

When she had had her fourth orgasm from his fingers, he had presented his
limp organ to her face. She knew what he wanted and she looked desperately
for a way out.

She had gone down on Mark (and to both boyfriends before him), but never
after sex. She didn’t mind a clean cock, but to lick one that had just …

That was too much.

But here was Dave, and she would have to admit that she was bothered by
something he obviously thought was fine. He had already gone down on her, and
after coming in her as well.

Alice stared at the organ. Dave took the back of her head and directed
her mouth to his cock.

In the end it was easier to suck his cock than it was to refuse.

Dave’s cock had grown to its earlier proportions fairly quickly. Alice
was at least fairly sure that he didn’t expect her to let him erupt in her
mouth. When he was hard he had continued to have her suck on him, guiding her
mouth up and down, setting the tempo.

Alice had begun to worry when he had pulled it out.

Dave turned her back over on her hands and knees. She had pulled two of
the pillows from the bed to put under her arms for support. He had reached
around and was fingering her slit from behind her.

Unable to hold still, she thrust her ass back at his cock. She wanted to
feel his cock inside her and, oddly, she was thrilled to be getting it on her
hands and knees again.

The phrase, “Like a bitch!” went on and on in her head as she shoved her
bottom out to receive his prick.

Dave entered her slowly. He seemed to want to slow her down, to make his
strokes as long as possible. After four strokes, he pulled out and put his
now well lubricated cock against the rosebud of her asshole.

He had the head in before she had stopped shoving her ass back at him,
trying to recapture his cock.

Dave had held her by her hip on one side and literally by her cunt on the
other so that she couldn’t dislodge him. He had kept up the rubbing action on
her clit continuously so that she couldn’t decide if it was painful
or–terribly exciting.

Dave continued, in small strokes, to shove his cock back further into her
ass. She had taken it all.

“Like a bitch!” She thought.

He had gone into her to the hilt and rested a moment before beginning to
fuck her ass.

“like a bitch!” Alice thought.

He had made her come from the dual pressure of his hand on her clit and his
prick in her ass.

“I’m coming, Like a bitch!’” She thought as her orgasm erupted.

Dave had kept her coming for nearly three minutes. His hands had had to
hold her in place to prevent her gyrations from unseating him.

Finally his spurting into her ass ended things and the two fell in a
semi-swoon on his large bed.

Half an hour later Alice had put on her skirt and blouse, her underwear
stuffed into her purse.

Dave had driven her home just before two in the morning. She had kissed
him in the car and walked up her steps to her house feeling very confused and
very satisfied.

Seeing Mark sitting in the chair in the living room had nearly stopped her
heart.

Alice’s dress was wrinkled to death. Even if she had stopped to use
Dave’s bathroom thoroughly, the dress alone would have shown what she had been
up to.

Mark stood up and asked if there was any point in his staying. Alice had
burst into tears.

Seeing Mark was a shock, but it had crystallized her feelings for her. It
was Mark she wanted, and she told him that.

“Mark, I know I’ve hurt you, but I do love you. I’ll do anything to get
you to stay.”

Mark had stopped. “Really? Anything?”

“Yes. Anything.” Alice had managed to get both sorrow and defiance into
her voice at the same time.

“If I stay,” Mark began, “I want an end to all your hangups about sex. If
you can screw around on me–”

“It wasn’t …” Alice began and thought better of it.

“You can stop telling me that things I want are dirty.” Mark continued.
“That’s the first thing.”

“O.K. Mark, just don’t leave.”

“Second, you can spend the rest of the week showing me that you’ve turned
over a new leaf.”

“I will, Mark, I will.”

“Third, You’ll have to pay for tonight, any way I think you should.”

Alice thought of what she knew of Mark, and decided that she could endure
anything that he might come up with.

“Whatever you think is fair, Mark. Just remember I love you.” Alice
answered.

“We’ll see how much. Take off your clothes.”

Alice had been afraid of this. The phrase, “Like a bitch.” now had a new
meaning to her.

She had turned her back to Mark and taken off her shirt. She hung her
shirt on a chair, thankful that Dave hadn’t been one for hickies. She took
off her wrinkled skirt with more trepidation. Mark knew she never went out
without panties.

“Turn around.”

Alice tried to look demure. It was hard. Not only was she naked, but
freshly fucked as she was, there were still traces of Dave’s come on her …
and dripping out of her.

Alice wished fervently for a minute alone in the bathroom. She didn’t
dare ask.

“Come here.”

Alice walked slowly to him.

“Lay across my lap.”

Alice had assumed that he would want to fuck her. A spanking hadn’t even
entered her mind. She could barely remember her last spanking. She had been
in grade school and her mother had pulled down her drawers and used a hair
brush on her young ass after finding out about a fight in school.

With some genuine fear, Alice lay across his lap.

Mark didn’t begin spanking her at once. First he spread her legs and felt
the sticky dampness there. Alice blushed hotly at the shame of having mark
examine the evidence of her infidelity.

Alice tried to hold still as Mark’s fingers followed the traces up her
legs to her sex. His finger went on onto her mound, and after a second, right
into her well fucked hole.

It was while Alice was trying not to react to the shame of such an
examination that Mark slapped her ass for the first time.

“Count them.”

“One.”

And so it went to twenty-five. With each slap, Mark’s finger explored
more of her cunt. Then with his fingers in her hole, and his thumb on her
clit, Mark had begun the inquisition.

He had insisted on each detail of what she had done, leaving out only the
name of her partner. Alice was so relieved that she held nothing back …
for long.

At each new act, Alice had tried to hide how easily she had allowed
herself to be used by Dave. Each evasion brought not a new round of spanking,
but a new level of sensation on her clit.

By four A.M., weak with orgasms, Alice had told him every detail, save
one. She had not told him that she had gone down on him after he had fucked
her.

At four-thirty, Mark had allowed her a brief respite.

“I need to tell you some things.” Mark had begun, “I believe you want me
to stay, and that you love me.

“I believe you will try to change, and I’ll let your actions for the week
speak for themselves.

“I also know that you’re still holding back something. We’ll go over that
tomorrow night. I’m getting too tired.”

Alice crawled up in his lap and kissed him several times. She had never
come so many times in a single night before.

“One last thing, “Mark continued, “listening to you has made me horny. As
long as you’re naked, it seems like a waste not to do something about it.”

Mark led her to their bedroom. He stacked pillows near the center of the
bed. He positioned Alice over them. Standing to one side, he undressed.

Alice’s relief as he plunged into her pussy was short lived as he pulled
out and slid his variously lubricated cock into her ass.

THE END–

But soon to come:

Alice’s Special Week.

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like,” she replied. “I’ve often wondered.”

“Your mother or father never tickled you as a child? Or anytime?” Bob
wondered. “No, they aren’t real touching people, so how could I have been?”

They were sitting on the side of Angela’s swimming pool. Boy, she
looked great in that blue bikini! Nobody else was home, so Bob had a great
idea. “Let’s go inside, and I’ll find out if you’re ticklish or not!”

Angela actually seemed sort of excited by the thought, and she jumped
right up and ran in the house. “Where should we go?” she asked. Bob thought
for a moment, then said “You have a four-poster bed, right?” She nodded.
“Go to your bedroom and pull the covers off of the bed, and I’ll be in in a
minute.” She ran off.

Bob went into the living room and found what he was looking for — a large
basket with long, stiff peacock feathers — and selected two of them. He
started upstairs, but then thought of something else and made a quick detour.

As Bob walked into the room holding the feathers in one hand, Angela
smiled, then asked, “Why is your other hand behind your back?” He answered,
“Well, since we don’t know if you’re ticklish, or how ticklish you are, I
thought maybe it wouldn’t hurt to make sure I didn’t accidentally get hit or
kicked if you started jerking around.” He pulled out the neckties he had found
in her father’s closet and said, “So, can I tie your hands and feet, just in
case?”

Angela looked a little unsure for a minute, but then agreed. “But if I
don’t like it, when I say STOP, I mean STOP. O.K.?” Bob also agreed.

Having Angela lay down on the bed, Bob tied one end of the necktie to her
right wrist and pulled her arm over her head to secure it to the bedpost. Going
to her left side, he did the same with her left wrist. He then repeated this
with both of her feet, leaving her bound spread-eagle and absolutely helpless.

Bob sat down on the bed next to her and said, “Are you sure you want to
do this?” She nodded her head, not quite sure what she may be in for. “O.K.!
Here goes!!!”

Taking one of the feathers, he started at her left wrist and began slowly
sliding it down her arm. She did nothing. He got closer and closer to her
underarm, until she should have been writhing in agony. She didn’t flinch. He
picked up the other feather and used both of them on her armpits, sides, and
stomach. Nothing. Not even a smile.

Now sort of disappointed, he moved down a little and ran the feathers up
and down her soft inner thighs. Her eyes widened, and she started to wiggle a
bit. “What is that?” she asked amazedly. “That, my dear, is the start of your
ticklishness.” He continued stroking her legs, and was rewarded with more
squirming and some laughter.

Tiring of this after 15 minutes, he dropped the feathers and gently took
a knee in each hand and began tweaking them. She jumped around a little, but
not much. Then he reached underneath her to grab the backs of her legs, and
did the same thing. Now, she went wild! While she laughed uncontrollably and
tried to pull out of the ties, he tickled her for another 10 minutes.

When he finished, she was panting and sweating and looked at him and said,
“I don’t think I care for being tickled. Untie me please.”

With a devilish look in his eye, he innocently commented, “But I haven’t
gotten to your feet yet!” She didn’t even want to try though, insisting he
release her.

“I’m sorry you feel that way, Angie, but I can’t. I wouldn’t feel I had
fulfilled my duty to you if I didn’t help you find out if your feet were
ticklish or not!”

Pulling a chair up to the end of the bed, Bob sat down at Angela’s feet.
“You promised you would stop when I said to!” Angela screamed. “Sorry,”
was his only answer.

Taking a feather in each hand again, he began lightly running them up and
down the tops of Angela’s feet. Starting to get a smug grin back on her face,
Angela laughed and said, “Ha! Doesn’t do a thing. Now untie me!” Instead of
replying, Bob switched the feathers to the bottoms of her feet. Immediately
she regretted being smart-mouthed, and began giggling. “Please, stop. I can’t
take any more!” “No, we have to make sure you are really ticklish on your feet!
This is just the beginning!”

Taking the pencil-like tips of the feathers, he attacked her insteps and
heels without mercy, continuing for 15 minutes this way. NOW, she was begging
for him to stop. But still no relief.

Now he ran both ends of the feathers between her toes, creating a new wave
of chuckling and pleading.

Trying a new tactic, he found a ball-point pen and wrote ‘Bob loves Angela’
one each sole 5 times. “Oh, look. Your feet are dirty! I’ll have to wash
them for you!”

Going into her bathroom, he half-filled a bucket with warm, soapy water and
found a soft scrub brush. As he sat down, she realized what would happen, and
pulled even harder on the neckties, but he had tied her well.

Nearly in tears from the previous torture, she looked at him with puppy
dog eyes and said, “I beg you not to do this. Please?” He almost relented,
but something said “Why not?” So it began.

Dipping the brush into the water, he then brought it to the sole of her
right foot. “Still say ‘Doesn’t do a thing?’” he taunted. Holding the top of
her foot with one hand he scrubbed lightly but firmly across the arch, instep,
heel and under the toes of the foot, soaping it up good, but not removing much
ink. “This brush isn’t doing much good (although she had almost passed out from
being tickled so much) maybe I’ll try this nice sponge.” Thoroughly wetting the
sponge, he then applied that to her bare sole, again making her writhe and
scream.

Now he transferred his attentions to her left foot, with the same results.
She was getting tired, and crying from laughing so hard, so she just lay there,
occasionally jerking of jumping, but still unable to escape.

Her feet were now clean, and he produced a nice, fluffy towel to dry them
on. He then kissed each foot on the sole, each knee, each thigh, her tummy,
and gently licked and kissed each underarm (with the licking making her squirm
around and hoarsely whisper “PLEASE STOP”). Then he kissed her hard and long
on the lips and asked, “Are you mad at me for not untying you? ‘Cause if you
are, I can ask your feet instead!”

With a look of near-terror in her eyes, she vigorously shook her head and
said, “NO, I’m not mad!” Being bound and tickled for 2 hours left her limply
lying there when he untied her. He lay down next to her and began to caress
her face. “I think it’s time I help you find out if you’re ticklish, buddy!”
she exclaimed. He did decided it was only fair, and allowed her to tie his
wrists and ankles. He’d tell her later that he wasn’t ticklish!!!!

By: abhishek singh

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I went to college in another state; I just wanted to get as far away from home as I could. My parents were very old fashioned and straight laced. They expected me to be the same and I guess I was to some extent but not as bad as them. All my life I was dragged to church every time the doors were open. When I received scholarships from several different colleges, I took the one the most distant in order to get free of my stifling parents. My roommate was a very pretty girl but she had some strange ways. The first time she came in the room I was studying at my desk. She introduced herself as Amy Henderson and I told her I was Brenda Abbott. She said she was glad I was her roommate. She was afraid she would get stuck with some geek that could only hold a man by nailing his feet to the floor. I couldn’t help but be a little flattered that she approved of me with such enthusiasm.

“Let me see your panties.”

“My panties?”

“Yeah, I want to see `em. You can tell a lot about a girl by her panties.”

“Well, they’re in that top drawer over there.”

“No, I mean the ones you’re wearing. You can also tell a lot by how a girl displays her panties when requested.”

“You mean I should pull my skirt up so you can look at them?”

“Yes.”

“But that’s so strange. I don’t normally show other girls my panties.”

“Well, you want to get along with me, don’t you? You do want us to get off to a good start?”

“Of course I do. We’re going to be together all year. I guess it’s no big deal.” I said nervously as I started to slide my skirt up my thighs.

“Well, that’s good. Pull your skirt up a little more. Turn around and bend over a little.” I think her interest in my backside is what prompted me to comply. I have a bit of excessive pride in my tight, well-rounded derriere. “Oh, your panties are perfect. I knew you’d have on virgin white with a high cut and a little bit sheer. I can see the cleft of your ass through your panties. You have a magnificent ass. It’s just gorgeous.”

Slightly embarrassed by her gushing approval, I couldn’t help but beam a little in response. I smiled over my shoulder at her. I dismissed the incident as some quirk in her about her ability to guess what kind of panties a girl was wearing. That thought relaxed me a little since it did not seem to be a sexual thing and I liked the fact that she considered me attractive enough to be her roommate. I didn’t want to mention to her that I was just a little bit of a geek. Maybe she wouldn’t notice. After all, she would never look at my report cards, would she? I felt foolish holding my skirt up for her all this time but she didn’t mention for me to drop it. She just looked at my behind with that enigmatic smirk on her face. After such a quirky start I wondered what other surprises my roommate might have but our relationship settled into something more ordinary.

Despite her concern that her roommate should be attractive to boys, Amy never dated. Not that she didn’t have offers; our phone rang incessantly with hunky sounding men asking for her. She would talk pleasantly to them but always declined their offers to go out. She discussed with me very often how dating was distracting and disastrous to the GPA which was difficult enough to maintain for girls who were not geeks. I wandered momentarily how that made us any different from geeks but when I did start receiving calls from male classmates, I declined their offers. It just sort of seemed like that was expected of me by my roommate. Then one Saturday afternoon, she started asking about my mother, what she looked like and how old she was. I replied that she was just an ordinary housewife but very religious. This somehow aroused her interest and she was adamant about seeing a picture of her. I did happen to have a photo of her and Dad so I showed it to her and she was extremely curious about my mother.

“What kind of panties does she wear?”

“Oh, Amy, I never noticed. She would certainly never allow me to see her that nearly naked.”

“But surely you went shopping with her and watched her buy intimate things.”

“I just never paid attention but I vaguely remember she just bought plain old underwear, three or four pairs to a package, mostly pink and quite full cut.”

“Do you know her bra size?”

“No, not really.”

“She looks like about a 36D in this picture.”

“That’s probably about right. She’s quite full chested for a woman of such an ordinary build.”

“I don’t suppose she ever let you suck on ‘em, huh?”

“No, that would be absurd. She would never allow me to see them, much less touch them. You just don’t understand what an uptight, Bible thumping zealot she is.”

“Mom lets me suck hers all the time.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Her breasts are enormous.”

“They…they are? What size does she wear?”

“Oh, she can’t buy ready-mades. She has to special order them; probably from some awning company.” Amy laughed so that my shocked self could recognize the joke.

“And she lets you suck on them?” I was dumbfounded to even be discussing such a thing.

“At first she didn’t want me to but I was so persistent that she finally gave in. I would lie on the couch with my head in her lap and nuzzle against them and try to get her front opened. She objected strenuously at first but gradually allowed me more and more liberties until I finally had them out playing with them and sucking on them. She grew quite accustomed to it and would immediately open her blouse when I was around and Dad was not. She was a little distraught when I went away to college because she would have no one to do that for her. That’s the main reason she’s coming to visit and she’ll be here in a few minutes.”

“My god, don’t we need to straighten things up a little?”

“No, don’t worry about that. She’ll want to do all that for us as soon as she gets here.”

“My goodness! If my mother saw the place in this state, I would never hear the last of it.”

“Mom just loves picking up after me.”

I was no sooner introduced to her mother than the woman sauntered into the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. She served it to us and then went into Amy’s bedroom where her suitcase was and changed into sweats, then proceeded to clean up the living room as though she lived there. Amy was not exaggerating about the woman’s chest; each one was larger than a grapefruit and she gave an almost comical, top-heavy appearance as she scurried about, tidying up. Comical except for the fact that I couldn’t stop thinking about Amy sucking on those huge titties. I grew more apprehensive as the evening wore on. Finally she seemed satisfied and sat down on the sofa. I was in the easy chair across from her. Amy came in from playing computer games and just stretched out on the couch with her head in her mother’s lap. I grew even more nervous as Amy started nuzzling against the woman’s huge chest. “Amy, what are you doing? Stop that. Brenda will see…”

“Brenda knows all about what I do to you.”

“My god, Amy, why did you tell her?”

“I didn’t want to have to sneak around while you were here. Do you want me to take them out?”

“No, we shouldn’t…not in front of her. Amy, stop.”

“You know you want it. Maybe Brenda would like to see it. She may not even believe what I do to you.”

“Well, I didn’t come here to prove anything to your roommate.”

“No, you came here to get your titties sucked and if you want ‘em sucked, you better get ‘em out, Mommy.”

“You mean that’s the only way you’ll do it? Why can’t we wait ’til we’re alone. I’ll be sleeping in your room.”

“We’re hypocrites at home because Dad’s such a straight arrow but I refuse to sneak around in my own apartment. Let me unbutton you, Mommy, don’t you want me to?”

“Oh, Amy, if you only knew how much I wanted it but please don’t embarrass me this way in front of your friend.”

Amy merely began rubbing her face against her mother’s awesome tits and, despite her discomfort with me watching, she gradually became immersed in the pleasure of having her tits sucked and forgot her objections. The woman became more aroused and shamelessly raised her arms so Amy could pull the sweat shirt over her head to display her magnificent mounds of tantalizing tit flesh, swaying back and forth in front of my mesmerized eyes. She leaned her head back over the couch as her daughter began to ravenously suck on her titties. Amy kissed them, licked them, sucked them and bit them and the mother groaned louder and louder in her tumultuous passion. She spread her arms over the back of the couch and leaned forward to offer more of her breasts to her daughter.

Completely fascinated, I leaned further and further until I found myself on my hands and knees, crawling towards the end of the sofa where Mrs. Henderson moaned in rapture. I was shocked into awareness when Amy stopped and looked at me. I felt so foolish there on my hands and knees watching her as she sucked on her mother’s tit. “Do you want one?” She asked me calmly. Then she said to her mother, “Mommy, move over a little and let Brenda sit on the other side.”

With a flashing glance of utter mortification, Mrs. Henderson complied. Amy sat up to give her room and she moved over. Her large breasts quivered all over her chest as I gazed at them in rapt fascination.

“Crawl up further on the couch.” Amy commanded me and I was not able to deny the need that completely dominated my mind. I eagerly slid up closer to Mrs. Henderson and engulfed a titty in my mouth.

“Pull your skirt up and slip your panties down, Brenda.” I was incapable of resistance. I did as she instructed, pulling my skirt up with one hand and hooking my other hand in my waistband to pull my panties down to mid thigh. Enraptured by Mrs. Henderson’s astounding tits, I did not resist as Amy put her hand behind my head and guided me into a prone position with my head in her mother’s lap. I began to run my tongue all over her huge titty while Amy’s hand strayed down to my ass. She pressed her middle finger deep into the cleft and began to rub my rosebud, driving me more and more delirious. I did not realize how sensitive my ass was to the touch of another girl’s hand. My breathing was even more labored than hers or her mother’s and they were breathing like quarter horses forced to run a mile. “Brenda, do you want me to spank you for sucking my momma without permission?” Amy asked quietly.

“No, please don’t.” I had to release a lot of titty to say that.

“If you do I’ll let you look at her pussy.”

I don’t know why that offer was so tempting. I had never thought about looking at a woman’s pussy but I was so caught up in the depravity of the situation that it seemed perfectly appropriate for Amy to make her mother take off her sweatpants and her panties.

“Will she take her sweats and panties completely off?” I hated to talk in front of the woman as though she wasn’t there but she was totally oblivious to anything except her breasts being sucked. “Mommy. Mommy! Stand up so we can take your pants off.” With just a touch of embarrassed reluctance, the woman slowly rose from the sofa and stood so Amy and I could pull her pants off.

“Do you want my girlfriend to see your pussy?”

“If she wants to, there seems to be no limits around here.”

“Then you need to sit back down and spread your legs wide so she can see good, okay?”

Then I resumed sucking her titty but my head was above the nipple I had in my mouth so I could look down at her beckoning cunt. My hand moved towards her pussy of its own volition. Soon I was masturbating the woman while sucking furiously on her big tit. I heard a loud slap and felt an intense burning in my ass cheeks, then another and another. Soon I was crying hysterically as I masturbated the mother and sucked her breasts while her daughter spanked me with a vengeance. All this combined into a crescendo of orgasmic bliss as my mind blotted out everything but the sheer intensity of my feeling. I think I was aware of groans of ecstasy coming from Mrs. Henderson and I saw Amy’s eyes shut tight as she slapped my ass one final time with her other hand under her skirt.

“Climb up on the couch and lean over the arm.” Amy said to me. “Mommy will make your ass feel better.” She declared. I could do nothing but comply and as I leaned over the arm and felt Mrs. Henderson’s hot, fetid breath on my behind and then the marvelous liquid heat of her mouth and tongue as she worshipped my ass with her mouth. “I make her do this a lot but she seems to enjoy it more each time.” Amy said. The rest of Mrs. Henderson’s stay was spent in an uninterrupted orgy and I learned to love sucking pussy. At Amy’s insistent suggestion, I even tongued her asshole and found that degrading act to be horribly humiliating and absolutely exhilarating. When Amy casually suggested that I invite my mother for a long visit, I refused, paralyzed with foreboding anxiety. Her response was to take me over her lap and wallop my backside every evening until I finally agreed to do it. At first I was only highly aroused when she took down my panties and blistered my ass but her spanking gradually became more severe until the pain far outweighed the passion, so I gave in. I called Mom at a time I knew Dad would be usually be on a business trip. She seemed jubilant that she would have something to do while Dad was away and agreed immediately. I hung up and began worrying excessively. The day before her arrival, I was cleaning the apartment from top to bottom. Amy was disgusted with me. “Why don’t you save some of that work for your mother to do?” “She spanked me when I was in diapers for leaving a toy on the floor. She’s not likely to have changed much since then.”

“I’ll do the spanking around here. You just let me handle your Mom.”

“I hope you can. You don’t know my mom.” “Maybe not but I know a lot about her type. Ensconced in her own home with her power clearly defined as probably delegated by your dad, I’m sure she was a total tyrant. But she will be a stranger here with no rituals of behavior and not completely certain how to act. She will recognize different authority here and respond to it.” Amy said with such a tone of confidence that small chills ran up my spine. The minute Mom walked in the door, Amy was very physical, hugging and squeezing and I recognized the discomfort Mom felt at being touched with such familiarity, especially by someone she hardly knew but she managed to repress her distaste and appear quite cordial. When Mom approached the sofa to sit down, Amy stopped her with a very authoritative tone. “I see seams in your stockings and that’s unusual nowadays. Are you wearing a garter belt?”

Mom was perplexed by such a question about her rather intimate apparel but she did respond, “No, not a belt. I. I have straps on my panty girdle.”

“Panty girdle?” Amy could not control her mirth, “I didn’t think they still made such things. Pull your skirt up before you sit down so we can see what you’re wearing!” “Don’t be silly! I have no intention of…” “In this apartment, you will do as you’re told! We don’t adhere to social restrictions that interfere with normal curiosity. You better get used to it right away!” Amy barked as she moved right up in Mom’s shocked and speechless face. Perplexed, Mom looked at me. “Brenda, what’s doing on here?”

“Shh, Mom, just do it. What does it matter? Amy gets so upset when her wishes are disregarded.” I tried to ameliorate her outrage with soothing sounds, hoping Amy had not pushed her too far. Mom made a production out of lifting her skirt, so high that she exposed all of her panty girdle. I never imagined anyone would wear such an old fashioned thing. I was also highly distracted and aroused at the display of her luscious thighs, so firm and rounded that the straps indented her soft curves. When she sat down, her skirt was high in her lap. The vision of her pretty legs made my pussy extremely moist. I was so habituated to sucking pretty girls, I had to hold the sides of my chair to keep from masturbating my yearning, throbbing pussy. With heavy breathing I waited to see what Amy would do next. “I noticed, Mrs. Abbott, that your choice of underwear sets the female gender back about fifty years.”

“I suppose we are now discussing my panty girdle.” Mom said with a lot of contempt in her voice. I was shocked by the nerve of her speaking to Amy that way and also by her reaching her hand under her skirt to finger her panty girdle as though to emphasize what she was talking about. I had the feeling that she was somehow aroused by the curt way she was being treated. It was almost like she couldn’t help touching her pussy. Amy must have reached the same conclusion for she increased the rudeness of her manner. “Why don’t you stand up and hold your skirt out of the way so I can remove that constrictive garment? You’d feel a lot better if your pussy could breathe.”

Mom almost fainted at the mention of the most obscene word she could imagine. Her face grew crimson and she shook her head as though unable to abide such depraved speech. Then, inexplicably, she began slowly to rise while holding her skirt up provocatively around her waist. My asshole cringed at the unbelievably sexy sight, her finely formed legs, sheer hose, sexy garters, lush thighs, and the breathtaking way the panty girdle firmed her already tight tummy. Mom merely stood there looking at Amy with a look of eager expectation.

It was the look of eager expectation on her face that struck me so hard. In my mind she had been unapproachable, a cold, distant, severely judgmental paragon of unrelenting virtue. I had never thought of her as having sexual feelings. But she wanted Amy to take her panties down. It was obvious on her face although she was trying valiantly to appear unwilling. Her round, lush thighs were almost prancing in her nervousness as her hands clenched and unclenched her skirt, unconsciously showing more and more of her sensual panty girdle. She was a foolish, simpering, little schoolgirl, awash in her own unfathomable desires. She wanted Amy to defile her. And Amy did. She walked slowly over to her and placed her hands in the waistband of Mom’s panty and started working the tightly clinging garment down over her hips. Mom tried to utter some words of protest but each sentence died and fluttered into silence. All the while she was moving her hips back and forth to help Amy get the panty off. Amy stopped when the girdle was at the fullest part of her round thighs. Mom looked more than naked standing there, holding her skirt up, with her panties at half mast. Her pussy was extraordinary. Her untrimmed pubes were very scarcely haired and her perfect, puffy lips drew attention to her mind numbing cleft. I wanted to do nothing but kiss it. Her face was cast down and she was probably crushed in the throes of undying embarrassment as we looked at her.

“Take your panty girdle and hose off,” Amy told her in a measured tone, obviously making Mom relinquish the pretense that she was an unwitting participant.

Mom released her skirt and bent over as she pushed her panty girdle and seamed hose down her legs and off her feet. “I suppose you young girls are simply adamant about being comfortable in your apartment,” she said nervously.

“Sit down on the sofa,” Amy instructed.

“Should I pull my skirt back up?”

“If you like. You have such great legs; I’m sure you don’t mind us looking at them.”

“Oh, no, not at all. It’s just us girls, for heaven’s sakes.”

Amy and I both sat down on either side of her. Our hands immediately moved to her gorgeous thighs. I put one hand behind her knee and drew her beautiful leg up and out while intensely rubbing the inside of her thigh with the other. Amy did the same with her other leg. Mom’s breathing became erratic as her legs were drawn apart and her pussy began to expand and open, moisture started to accumulate on her lips. She was dying to be fondled and Amy and I responded by both cupping her pussy and working our fingers inside.

“Oh, you girls, what are you doing? You can’t…I can’t… Oh! Oh! Oh!”

Her body became momentarily rigid and then she collapsed and mewed contentedly as she rubbed the tops of our hands covering her pussy. She was mumbling to herself, “Glorious, glorious, that was simply glorious.”

Then her contented mood was replaced by a look of stark amazement that masked a semblance of devious delight as Amy asked, “Do you like to suck young girls’ pussies?”

able to do what I wanted without having to justify everything in front of

my parents. I enrolled in Business Management and enjoyed both my fellow

students and the course.

Apart from studying hard, I spend most of the time hanging around with my

friends at the student union or in one of the many bars in Town. Each Friday

night most of the students went to the student union. It was always a hugh

party with the large dance floor in the basement, the two bars on the ground

floor and another dance floor on the top floor. Where as the basement was

know for pop and house, the top floor offered a much more relaxing but also

more exciting. The music was better, a much more interesting mix of various

styles like industrial, dance and independent. I am not to much into music

but I enjoyed it more upstairs, where the lightning wasn’t so flashy and the

girls more grown-up.

That particular Friday Dan, Mike and I walked first to the sports bar on the

ground floor. After a couple of pints in town we got another round of lager

before we decided to check the union out. As usual most students got

completely drunk in the basement and we walked upstairs. At 11:30 it was

still quiet and we found a table to sit down, listening to the music,

talking and checking out the girls arriving. Most of them looked average but

even though, most of them had a nice body and dressed sexy, either in tops

and tight jeans or short skirts. Some of them even turned up in nearly see

through tops. As every Friday it was a good show and by 12 the place was

crowed. Most of the girls danced in small groups, surrounded by fellow

students watching them.

I got up and walked to the bar, getting another round of lager when I saw

Clair. Clair is a cute girl from our course, a bit smaller than I, about

5′5. Her body seemed to be perfect and her tight top covered some nicely

shaped breasts. She smiled at me when she saw me and I made my way through

the crowed to meet her.

“Hey Clair, how you’re doing?”

“Fine Tom, and you?”

“I am great, just thirsty. I am getting another round. You want to join us?”

“Sure… I am waiting for Sandra, she should be here.”

“Haven’t seen her, Clair.” I reply.

“She’s late, as always.”

She took my arm and we tried to get through to the bar. Pressing through the

body’s was difficult. Just two bartenders to serve maybe 20 people waiting

and as soon as one person was leaving, he was replaced by two new students.

Clair guided us the way through to the bar since girls always got some

space, where as I was pressed and pushed all the time. Clair turned around

to me and I saw her smile…

“We’re nearly there… what you get?”

“Three pints of lager.”

Clair turned around and took my hands and continued leading the way directly

in front of the bar. I saw her great body in the tight beige jeans and the

red tank-top, I saw the straps of the red bra, her neck, her short black

hair. Something happened in the back of the students waiting at the bar. I

got pushed against Clair violently, getting in contact with her body… but

she just looked at me, took my arms around her waist, holding me and leaning

against me. I was surprised but said nothing, instead enjoying the feeling

of her body.

Than it was Clairs turn, she bend over the bar, talking to the Student who

was working as a bartender. I have seen him a couple of times around the

university but didn’t knew him. While Clair bend over to order the drinks, I

felt her pushing her bottom even stronger against me, right against my hips.

I felt something awakening between my legs. Clair got the drinks, turned

around with two beers in her hands.

“You gonna help me?”

I was a bit lost, a moment ago enjoying a nice erotic pressure and now being

pushed back into reality…

“Sure…” was all I could say.

She took the other two pints and this time she followed me to the place Dan

and Mike were waiting.

“It was about time, Tom, we already though of deploying a SAR-Team.”

“Yeah… I am thirsty. What took you so long…?”

And than they realized Clair was there as well. Both had a big grin and made

some space so Clair could join us. Enjoying our beers we mainly talked about

your courses and whether we liked our choices, the other students and profs.

A bit later Sandra arrived with another guy we didn’t knew. Sandra didn’t

stay long but headed of to dance not fare from us. The guy had his eyes all

over Sandra’s body. Sandra was a bit taller than Clair, about my size and

had larger breasts. And judging how they bounced up and down while dancing

Sandra didn’t wear a bra.

“who’s that guy with Sandra” Mike asked Clair.

“Some 3rd year. Studies Law, don’t know him much.” Sandra replied watching

them closely.

“Always the same…” Dan said.

“What?” I asked him.

“3rd and 2nd years always get the great girls.”

Sadly I let my eyes stray from Dan to Clair and realized she was watching

me…

“Lets go dancing” she said, taking my hand and pushing me up.

We moved on the dance floor and started dancing. Clair stayed very close,

touching me occasionally, dancing very erotic. We moved closer to Sandra and

that guy. It seemed to me that Clair was up to something but I didn’t knew

what nor did I care… dancing with Clair was great and I just wanted to

enjoy this experience. Clair didn’t only get us closer to Sandra but she

also dance much closer to me, contact wasn’t occasionally anymore but

constant and I felt how hard I got…

Clair started to embrace me, I felt her breath on my neck and the bulge in

my jeans pressing against her body. While dancing even closer, while feeling

my erection growing, her lips touched my ears… some air was blown over my

skin, it felt like electricity. Soon she started bitting and moaning softly

in my ear while I had the feeling that an orkan was storming through my body

and that my manhood would rip the jeans apart. The lack of space was

uncomfortable but this strong erotic feeling… I didn’t want to miss this,

didn’t want to stop.

The song stopped and Clair used to short break to look in my eyes. I felt

electrified and had the urge to kiss her. However, the decision was taken

from me… Clair kissed me softly… I looked again in her eyes and this

time it wasn’t a soft kiss but we looked our mouths, our tongues played with

each other. ages passed… I don’t know how long we kissed but Clair broke

the kiss and dragged me to the door. Seems like she wanted to leave and I

was already looking forward…

I followed Clair but she turned left into the first floor instead of

continuing the way down to the basement where the cloakroom is…

“Lets find a place…”

“W…h..” I tried to say.

“Shhht” Clair said, killing anything I tried to say with a wet kiss… She

grabbed my jeans and dragged me to one of the conference rooms in the side

wing of the student union.

“Guess we won’t be disturbed here.” Clair sad, pushing me in this anonymous

room and closing the door behind us. Apart from the streetlight which

entered through the windows the room was empty apart from 4 large basic

tables in the center and 12 chairs grouped around them. The walls were

covered with some posters and a notice board. Nothing personal…

“Tom…” Clair said, looking at me. Somehow her voice sounded shy,

insecure…

I walked up to her and took her in my arms. I felt her arms around me, her

soft kiss against my throat and than she broke contact. Chris moved

backwards to the table and took of her top and let it fall to the floor. I

saw her in her bra, even though it was to dark to see the color I knew it

was red. I followed her, we kissed again while my hands moved softly over

her back…

Clair pushed my t-shirt up, we had to break our kiss so she could push it

over my head. She pushed me a bit back and opened the buttons of my jeans,

pushing them together with my boxer down. She dropped down on her knees and

I felt the soft touch of her lips… it was so exiting, I though it was a

dream and suddenly I will wake up alone in bed.

But instead of waking up I felt Clair softly liking my hard shaft, I felt

the tip of her tongue gliding over my hot flesh leaving a soft wet track. It

was great, I just couldn’t believe it that she was giving me a blow job in

the student union. I felt so hot, so excited and the energy waves raced

through my body, the soft pressure in my balls. I knew if she continued like

that I would explode shortly.

I took her shoulders and pushed her up. It was to dark to really look in her

eyes. I felt like saying something but instead I kissed her on her lips,

just to feel that her tongue tried to find a way between my lips to great

me. I opened my mouth and our kiss was looked again.

I was standing nude, the jeans around my ankle in front of Clair… but I

didn’t care. I enjoyed her touches, her fingertips gliding over my back, her

tongue playing with mine. I broke the Kiss and tried to step one step back

but I fell over my own jeans hanging around my feet. Clair started to laugh

loudly.

“Shhht Clair, someone will hear us.”

“That’s so funny Tom…”

“What?”

“You falling down…”

“You’re making fun of me?” I said pretending to be insulted.

Clair came next to me… I saw up her legs as she stood there… Clair

reached to her back and opened her bra, dropping it on my body. She slipped

out of her shoes and started opening her jeans slowly…

“You… you’re…?”

Clair stepped out of her jeans and let it drop next to us. She got down and

kissed me and if felt her hand reaching for my hard dick. She turned around

and started softly sucking my head again. Her hot, wet and soft lips felt so

good. I touched her and I was nearly able to kiss her legs. I turned and

started licking and kissing her soft skin. Clair moved over my head,

spreading her legs… she lowered herself and I could smell her sex, touch

it with my nose, feel the heat… I pushed my head up… touched her with my

tongue… I felt a shiver as my tongue made first contact with her sex… it

was wet…

I couldn’t believe it, we were here, nude, sucking and licking each other.

If someone would enter… I did not care, this was better than the dirtiest

dreams and sexiest fantasies I had so fare.

She lowered her even more, pressing her sex on my mouth. I felt her soft

hair, my nose touched her inner lips, it was wet… I let my tongue explore

her womanhood, feeling the lips, feeling her slit, touching the outer side

of the deep tunnel… it was so hot, so wet, so good.

Clair got up and turned around, she bend over and we kissed. Her hand was

touching down her legs, taking my dick and placing the head softly between

her wet lips. I felt her softness and slowly she pressed herself on my

phallus. I was feeling this wet tight, hot passage which my flesh penetrated

and it was feeling so good. I let out a soft moan… I touched her tits and

started to play with her hard nipples. She was riding me softly crazy…

“Ahhh…” Clair moaned softly…

I was breathing loudly… I didn’t know how long we making love on the floor

but I felt the pressure building up…

“I…. i’mmm….”

Clair cut me of again with a deep kiss and her moves became faster as her

tongue penetrated my mouth while she rocked faster and faster on my dick. I

felt my balls tighten under her pumping, I felt my juices racing through my

body while waves were pulsing from my head through the stomach into my hips.

I was shacking when I felt my orgasm building up. Than I just exploded deep

in her… letting out a load moan… while Clair still kissed me and

continued riding me.

She came slowly to a stop, we were just holding each other while I tried to

recover. I felt my penis shrinking deep in her. She was so wet…

“Lets go.”

“Back?”

“No…” Clair sad… “where ever you want.”

We dressed and walked hand in hand back to the corridor. It was 1:30 and the

people were still dancing. We walked down to the basement and got our

jackets. Hand in Hand we walked slowly back to our halls of residence. We

walked past Security to our Tower. Clair was living on the 7th floor where

as my room was on the 3rd floor.

“It’s up 4 more floors, mine or yours Tom…?” Clair asked me… “mine got a

nice view in the morning, we can see the sun rising.”

“Lets get up another 4 flours” I day with a smile.

“If you can wait so long?”

We kissed and I felt her hands on my jeans again. She pushed me down on the

stairs and she opened the buttons, pushing down the jeans and slowly taking

my soft dick in her mouth. She slowly sucked my, while I rested, softly

stroking her hair.

I felt my dick harden again, it was so good. Suddenly we heard a door, than

steps, someone was walking up the stairs.

“Clair?” I asked her…

“hmmm” was all I heard… Clair continued sucking me but faster. I felt my

head pressing against her throat. She was moving faster, taking me deeper, I

felt her tongue under under my shaft, her hands playing with my balls…

The person came closer.. but the steps weren’t fast…

“Clair.. h… hurrry…” I moaned while feeling the pleasure of her mouth

but being afraid of someone catching us.

The steps came closer… soon that person would stand in front of us, seeing

Clair in front of me, giving me a blow job. But this feeling made me even

more excited, the feeling, the idea someone could walk into us… and I

exploded.

Clair was sucking my juices. I pushed her gentle away and got up. Clair

helped me closing the buttons and we kissed deeply tasting my seed. When the

person we heard all the time coming nearer, passed us, Clair jiggled like a

small kid. It was a fellow student, completely drunk, dragging himself up

the stairs. I looked at Clair and saw some of my creamy milk flowing down

her cheeks. I kissed it away and we walked the stairs up to her room…

Closing the door behind us, we pulled of our clothes as fast as possible.

Clair guided me to her bed and she spread her long legs wide. I moved down

between her legs, kissing the inside, moving up slowly to her wide open

lips, still wet of my cream I left there when we loved us the first time.

I moved up to her fruit, touching it softly, parting her lips and searching

her clit… finding it in the wet depths, hard… I touched it softly with

the tip of my tongue.

“Ahhhaaa” Clair moaned loudly…

I touched her clit with the top of my tongue, licking it, feeling her

shiffer even stronger…

“Ouahhh… Toahhhh… hhhmmm…. Ahhh!”

Clair pressed her sex against my face… I started sucking her clit. Placed

my lips softly around it, sucked the small hard clit…

“Ahhhaaa…”

I sucked harder and than let my tongue glide down into the wet depths of her

passion. Clair moaned louder…

“Tomm…”

I stop licking her, looking up in her eyes.

“Fuuuck meee pleeease…”

I moved up, turned her around and Clair kneed down on her knees in front of

me. I moved behind her, inserting my hard phallus in her wet tunnel,

thrusting in and out of her while she moaned loudly. She was so wet and I

hardly felt any friction. I felt just her wetness, her hot fluids coating my

hard dick deep in her. It felt good and I enjoyed how she moved her hips

against my body, how her buttocks rocked against me, pressing me even deeper

in her… I hold her bottom in my hand, massaging her firm ass, letting my

thumbs circle over the soft skin while I pumped her. Soon I felt my fluids

rising again but Clair started to shiffer, to shout, to spasm while she

thrusted her hard against me. I felt my juice shooting through my body when

she was shaken by her climax. I pumped my cum in her while she collapsed on

the bed and I fell on top of her…

I woke up the next morning, I felt naked, I was naked… I saw a naked body

next to me, the back of a woman with short brown hair. It wasn’t a dream…

and I felt my dick coming to life. I moved a bit nearer and but my arms

around Clair, pressing my body softly against her back. I felt my dick

reacting to the contact of her warm skin. Getting harder it rubbed against

Clairs buttocks. It felt good…

Clair seemed to enjoy it in her sleep, it seemed like her body reacted to my

touches, to my rubbing. Her buttocks moved against my dick or did I press

myself so hard against her? I don’t know but it seemed like she started

rocking herself against my hardness and I got harder. I pressed her body

harder against mine, I felt her back pressing against my chest and I felt my

dick between her legs rubbing up her bottom. The heat seemed to increase, my

pleasure was rising and I started to rub my hardness against between her

valley between her buttocks. I kissed softly her neck when I felt her hands

gliding softly over my hips. Soft moans escaped her half closed lips when I

pressed my shaft deeper…

It felt so good, it happened like two pieces just fitted together. My head

pressed against her rosette and Clair pressed softly against my dick. Slowly

she pressed herself on my shaft, my helmet entered her first…

“Ahhhaaa… ahhhaaa…”

“Shooot… I… stooo… stop? I asked her moaning…

“Nooo… juuust fuuuck… meee slooow… slooowlyyy…”

I thrusted gently deeper and I was overwhelmed by the heat, by this

tightness. it was so dry, so hot, so intense.

“Ahhhaaa… haaa… haaa… ahhh! Clair pressed herself even harder against

me… she seemed to shiffer, to bent, like a cat.

Somehow I was gliding, thrusting deep in her and suddenly I was in, letting

out a load moan.

Clair shouted her moan out load as well… pressing herself on my shaft,

burying me deep in her ass.

“Ahhhaaa…!

Clair collapsed, pressed against me, in my arms, my cock in her anus… we

both relaxed feeling my hardness deep in her.

“Its so intense Tom…” she softly moaned…

“So hot, so hard…”

“Tom, take me…” Clair moaned… “cum in me”

She twisted her body, our mouths meet and while we kissed we started rocking

again. Slowly and than faster, each stroke increased the pace. Soon I was

thrusting into Clair and she moved against my body, i felt the energy

building up in me, so differently… instead of the silky, wet and hot

portal a very tight and hot tunnel… it was too much for me and I exploded

instantly…

small village just outside Skegness in Lincolnshire, I’d visited him before

but this was the first time I’d gone alone and as I was alone I was staying

with his family in their spare downstairs bedroom.

On the first night we went out in Skegness and got drunk. We pulled a

couple of local slappers but aside from a little kissing and as much

touching as I could get away with nothing interesting happened.

The next night Stuart, his girlfriend and I went for a quiet drink in a few

of the pubs in his village. These are proper village pubs who have no

interest or respect for the licensing laws which say they should be closed

by 11.00 PM, consequently we arrived back at his place by half past

midnight we were still surprisingly sober and planned to watch a bit of TV

before bed.

We went into his living room to find his little sister watching tv by

herself. Stuart and his girlfriend, Anna, sat on one sofa leaning against

one another and holding hands. I sat on the other sofa with Stuart’s sister

Sarah. The four of us watched the tv chatting about what had happened since

we’d last seen each other. I glanced across at Stu and Anna, she had been

getting sleepy and was now lying with her head in his lap and one arm

wrapped lazily around his lower leg. I looked towards Sarah, she was

looking at me. Without saying a word she rested her head against my arm. I

moved my arm around her shoulder letting her slide down my body until she

was lying in my lap. My hand rested naturally on the soft flesh of her

belly. As Stuart and I talked for a while longer I was gently stroking his

sisters skin, she didn’t object and I could tell from his look that Stuart

was cool with the idea of me being with his little sis.

Stuart finally decided he was tired and he took Anna upstairs to bed. He

thoughtfully closed the door so that his parents wouldn’t hear anything.

Sarah seemed to wake up just after the others left. She turned on to her

back and looked up at me.

“You were staring at me earlier,” she said. It was true I had been looking,

she was good looking and had a fantastic body. I had fancied her from the

time I first saw her about three years ago when we’d been at school

together.

“I was just looking, have you got problem with that?” I asked.

“No,” she said smiling. We looked into each others eyes, it seemed like

hours but was really no more than four or five seconds. I don’t know who

moved first but the next thing I knew she had propped herself up and I had

leaned down and we were kissing each other. It started with just soft short

kisses on the lips then it developed into more passionate and lingering

kisses and finally both our mouths were open and we were locked in a long

deep French kiss. My hand was still on her belly. I could feel her stomach

muscles tense while she was holding herself up, I raised my knees to

support some of her weight and felt her relax slightly.

Sarah was wearing the clothes she’d been in earlier that day. A loose

fitting white tee-shirt and a short black skirt. I stroked her short brown

hair while the fingers of my other hand moved cautiously under the first

couple of inches of her tee-shirt. I didn’t know what to expect when I did

that, I half thought she’d push me away and run screaming to her mum and

dad. The other half expected her to do nothing, either through being to

surprised to act or through wanting me to touch her. I thought she was

going to push me away when I felt the soft warmth of her small hands on

mine, instead she pushed my hand further up her top, revealing her young

breasts in their soft white bra.

Holding her around the shoulders and waist I gently lifted Sarah into a

sitting position. We kissed again and I wrapped my arms around her small

body to undo her bra. I tugged her bra and tee-shirt from her arms in one

go, leaving her beautiful creamy white breasts exposed.

I couldn’t resist getting up close with those pert little titties, so I

lowered my face to her chest and began to kiss her very gently on the top

of her breast. With soft slow kisses over her breast I teased Sarah’s

nipple to attention. Opening my mouth wide I took as much of her small

breast in as I could manage, then slowly I pulled my head back with my lips

firmly pressed against Sarah’s skin until just her nipple was in my mouth.

I sucked gently on it for a moment then I gave her a playful bite, being

careful that I didn’t hurt her. When I lifted my head again to look at her

Sarah wrapped her arms around my head and pulled me to her, we kissed

again.

As our tongues explored each other’s mouths Sarah’s hot hands pulled my

shirt from the waistband of my trousers, she fumbled with the first button

but soon managed to undo my entire shirt. She stroked my bare chest and

pulled me to her. The cool flesh of her firm breasts felt good against my

chest and belly. Sarah had her hands inside my shirt and was stroking my

back. For the first time I noticed that she was wriggling underneath me,

pushing her pelvis into mine, trying to rub herself against me.

“I know what you want,” I whispered in Sarah’s ear.

“Oh yeah,” she replied. “What’s that then?”

“This,” I told her pushing one of her hands down the front of my trousers

and into my boxer shorts her hand immediately found my hard cock. She felt

it for a few moments, holding it in her hand and then trying to stroke my

balls but my jeans were to tight for her to get her hand properly down.

Sarah pulled her hand out and pushed me away with both hands. I let her

stand up. For a moment I thought that I’d upset her but she was quickly

kneeling down on the floor in front of me. She grabbed at my jeans and

struggled with the buttons down the front until she had pulled them open.

Sarah’s forwardness surprised me, she’d always seemed like a shy quiet girl

until now.

“I always had you down as a shy girl,” I said. “When’d you last get any

action?”

“Never,” she replied.

“You’re a virgin?”

“Yes, but you’re going to change that for me. Aren’t you?” Her sweet

childish voice sounded so sexy I just couldn’t wait to get into her

knickers.

“Try and stop me,” I said as Sarah went back to work on my trousers, she

pulled the opening apart and gazed down with a look of excitement at my

cock.

“Christ,” she murmured.

“What?” I asked.

“That won’t fit inside me.”

“Of course it will,” I reassured her. “If you relax and don’t fight it,

it’ll fit.” Now I don’t claim to have an especially big dick but I have to

write this as it happened and you must remember that Sarah was a sweet

untouched virgin and this was the first cock she’d seen for real (that said

it is an enormous cock, honest).

A little more slowly now Sarah began to play with it. At first she just

stroked it much as one might stroke a pet, she quickly got the hang of what

to do and before very long she was kissing it. Sarah kissed and licked her

way down the length of my shaft until she reached my balls, she hesitated

until I urged her to kiss them and to suck them into her mouth. She did as

I told her and did it well. She knew what to do with my cock, she worked

her way back up its shaft kissing and sucking all the way. When she got to

the top Sarah kissed the tip of my cock lightly. She must have read that

somewhere because it felt great; it had taken my last girlfriend bloody

ages to work out what to do with a cock and her mouth Sarah seemed to have

it sussed already. My cock sprung back as her lips touched it. She licked

it the next time, holding my cock still. She sat back on her heels and

looked up at me. Sarah was still holding my dick in her hands, she pulled

it towards her and keeping her eyes on my face lowered her head and allowed

my cock to slip inside her warm virgin mouth. Sarah performed a masterful

blow job using her whole body to stimulate me, she lifted herself up and

down causing her breasts to rub against my balls. I made her wrap her thumb

and forefinger around the base of my shaft and started her off gently

wanking it using slow but firm strokes. As I think I’ve said Sarah was a

natural and she had stamina, she managed to keep going for ages without a

break. I held her free hand and put one hand on the back of her head. She

had built up speed with her mouth but managed to keep the rhythm of her

hands steady. I felt that she was going to stop soon, I whispered for her

to carry on just a little longer. She obeyed and I came in her mouth.

Without any complaining Sarah swallowed every single drop that I pumped

into her and then she sucked the cum from the end of my cock causing one

final spurt to shoot out into her face. Again without complaining she wiped

it off and sucked it from her finger.

“You are good, I don’t believe you’ve not done that before.” I said pulling

Sarah onto my lap. She straddled my lap on her knees and looked down at me

to reply.

“That was my first time, babe.” She replied. “I’ll be better next time.”

“Don’t be silly, that was awesome.” I was sliding one hand under her skirt

as I spoke. I gently stroked her inside leg, working my way gradually up

towards her slit. I could feel the heat from her wet hole without touching

it. I did my best to avoid touching it, preferring to stroke the tiny area

of flesh between her leg and pussy. I kept working my way up as we kissed,

my fingers squeezed the lips of her cunt together over her clitoris.

“Please,” Sarah whispered. “Don’t tease me, I want you now, babe.”

“Not yet,” I replied kissing her again. My hand continued its slow journey

up. Using my knuckles I rubbed Sarah’s inner thigh, her skin was so soft

and smooth that I wanted to bend down and kiss it. I could sense that Sarah

wanted it to.

“If you’re a virgin, does that mean that nobody has ever gone down on you?”

I asked.

“No, never.” She sighed.

“We’ll have to do something about that then, won’t we.”

I stood up, lifting Sarah with me. I carried her to an armchair and sat her

down in it while I knelt before her. We kissed again, my hands were all

over her firm young breasts. Sarah lent back in the chair with her arms on

the chair arms and waited for me to move. Her skirt was fastened by a

single silky cord tied in a bow by her hip, I gave it a smart tug and the

bow unravelled itself, I pulled it loose and opened her skirt. I knew Sarah

wasn’t wearing any knickers, but when I lifted her skirt and saw the shaved

wet pussy I knew that I had to fuck it else I’d die.

My first instinct was to bury my face between her legs and start licking up

her glistening juices but I managed to control myself. I put Sarah’s legs

over the arms of the chair, leaving her cunt was totally exposed to me.

Sarah was now so wet that her juices were starting to run down her bum and

drip onto her skirt. I looked up at her, she was staring at me with big

pleading eyes her chest moving quickly as she took shallow fast breathes.

I lent forward and kissed the soft smooth flesh of Sarah’s inner thigh, I

knew it wasn’t what she wanted me to do but I wanted to tease her until she

couldn’t stand to wait any longer. I began to slowly work my way back down

between Sarah’s legs, kissing and sucking all the way. Again I was careful

not to touch her pussy or clit directly, although I did squeeze the lips of

her pussy together over her clit again, only this time I used my mouth to

do the squeezing. Once I reached a point half way down the length of her

slit I pushed two fingers into Sarah’s wet hole. At first I only pushed

them part way in and then withdrew them completely. Sarah went mad, her

hands were grasping at her own pussy and she was begging me to eat her

pussy. I caught both of her wrists in one hand and held her tight. With the

other hand I pushed my two fingers back into her body, this time a little

further before again completely withdrawing them. The whole time I kept my

eyes fixed on Sarah’s face, when she felt my fingers leave her again tears

formed in her eyes and began rolling down her cheeks, her eyes were closed

but she was whispering for me to stop teasing her. I released her wrists

and lowered my mouth to her tight hole. Holding her thin legs in place and

keeping one eye on Sarah’s face as I extended my tongue and gently licked

the juices from just inside her pussy. She took a deep breath and held it

for a moment before releasing it in a staccato of short quick breaths.

Very lightly at first I began to lick her clit, I gradually applied more

and more pressure using the tip of my tongue at first to caress her

delicate organ and a little later the flat top of my tongue to lap up her

juices and smother her sensitive clit. At the same time I pushed two

fingers back into her pussy and began to work them deeper into her body

using small circular movements. Sarah loved it and the movements of my

fingers quickly stretched her virgin cunt until I was able to push a third

finger comfortably into her. I fucked her with my three fingers and ate her

pussy; after a few minutes I felt the walls of Sarah’s slit squeeze my

fingers briefly and then relax again. She was about to cum, the look on her

face confirmed that for me. Sarah’s face and upper body had turned red it

started as a light pink around her breasts and became progressively darker

up her neck until her face was a deep red. Her features were contorted, her

eyes screwed tight shut, her hair stuck to her cheeks by her sweat and her

mouth open wide in a silent scream of ecstasy. My attention was returned to

what I was doing by pain in my hand. It was the pain of having my fingers

crushed by Sarah’s powerful pussy.

I stopped moving my fingers inside her, not as much from choice as from

having little alternative as her cunt gripped them tight. Sarah’s hands

were against my face trying to push me away but there was no real power

behind them, I could hear her whispering for me to stop. That was the last

thing I wanted to do. Instead of easing up I began licking her clit as fast

as I could, my three fingers were free again and were now joined by a

fourth finger which pounded into her young body as hard as they could.

Sarah’s whole body tensed, she was panting hard now and she started to rock

a little as a second orgasm swept through her body in a tidal wave of

pleasure. Once I felt the second orgasm subside I stopped, partly because

she was now begging me to stop and more importantly because she had started

to make more noise than was advisable with her parents just a few feet

above us.

Holding Sarah’s soft young hands I guided her into position above my lap

with me lying on my back on the floor. She lowered herself until I could

feel her hot cunt rubbing on the underside of my cock.

“Are you ready for that?” I asked her.

“Yes,” she replied. We kissed again and I laid back.

Sarah bent down to kiss me giving me the chance to lift my cock ready for

her to sit on. I was just able to touch her wet cunt with the tip of my

cock as we kissed, when Sarah felt it touch her she moaned softly. She

raised herself to be directly above my cock and then lowered herself onto

the entire length of my shaft in one go.

“Oh, that feels good.” She said as she became used to the sensation of

being filled up. Gently at first she bounced up and down, she became more

lively as she became more confident. Sarah rocked her hips back and forth

with my cock buried deep inside her.

I slipped my thumb onto Sarah’s clit as she rocked, the combination of

being fucked by my shaft and rubbed by my thumb quickly made Sarah cum. She

gasped for air and started to make some moaning noises, she started to get

too loud so I pulled her face to mine and kissed her pumping my cock into

her as we kissed. ‘

“That was so good,” she said as her orgasm subsided.

“I’m not finished with ya yet, gorgeous.” I told her as I rammed my hard

dick deep into her.

I told Sarah to swing her leg over and turn around without taking my cock

from her pussy. She did it. Once she had her back to me I sat up and

wrapped my arms around her waist.

“We’re going to stand up and I want you to bend over the back of that chair

without taking that out, can you do that?” She agreed to try and with a

little difficulty we stood. Sarah knelt on the armchair and leaned forwards

over the back of it. I held onto her slim waist and slowly began to fuck

her again. She loved it, I reached out to play with her breasts while her

hand played with her clit.

Doing my best not to hurt her I smeared my thumb with her juices and

pressed it against her arsehole, it slipped in fairly easily. I asked if

she was okay with it and she nodded. I used my thumb at first but then I

swapped to my forefinger and after fucking her with that I pushed my index

finger in as well. Being as gentle as possible and using as much of her own

juice as I could I continued to open her bum until it was wide enough for a

third finger. She was stroking my dick as it went into her, she even

slipped a finger into herself as I fucked her. While her fingers played

with my shaft Sarah used her palm to press against her clit, it took longer

than before but the young girl was soon cumming again, and again she was

being to loud so I had to put a couple of fingers into her mouth to silence

her.

As she was cumming I withdrew from her pussy and quickly slid my cock deep

into her tight arsehole. She squealed with surprised, but didn’t try to

stop me using her like this.

Withdrawing, I told her to kneel on all fours on the floor. I dipped my

cock into her cunt again to get as much lubricant on it as possible, Sarah

sighed. Telling her to relax I placed the tip of my cock against her arse

and pushed fairly hard into her sweet young body.

“Are you okay, babe?” I asked.

“It’s good, but be gentle,” she replied. I screwed her like that for a few

minutes, but it wasn’t easy. Sarah is a lot smaller than I am and so I was

having to force myself into an uncomfortable position to use her.

“Here, sit upright,” I told her when I finally became fed up of the

discomfort. “Right, now I’m going to sit down and I want you to sit on my

lap like we did before, okay?”

Sarah agreed. I held her tight and we kissed as she slowly lowered herself

onto my cock. It hurt her a little as the thickest part of my cock slid

into her bum but Sarah refused to stop.

“Put it all in me, babe.” Sarah said as she slid down my shaft. “I want you

to fuck my arse like you did my pussy.”

It took a while but eventually Sarah’s bum was full with the whole length

of my cock.

“I can’t move,” she said. The young girl sounded exhausted. I made her lie

back on me and then we rolled over together so that Sarah was face down on

the carpet and I was on top of her.

“Do you still want it?” I asked.

“Yes, please do it.”

I kissed her cheek and slowly pulled my cock halfway out before pushing it

slowly back into her. Sarah’s bum was really tight so I could only move

slowly, but as it went on she became looser and I was able to move faster.

I held both Sarah’s hands on the floor as I started to work up to a more

normal speed. She groaned and panted, gasping for air. I was soon pumping

her bum hard and rubbing her pussy with my fingers. Sarah came again, she

started just before I began to shoot my load into her. I emptied every drop

into her tight little arse and lay on top of her while we both recovered. I

pulled my cock from Sarah and she rolled over. Her whole front, her

breasts, belly and groin were covered in bright red carpet burns.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “You should have said something if it hurt.”

“It’s okay you didn’t hurt me.”

We kissed and cuddled for a while, it was nearly four in the morning. Sarah

and I wanted to stay together all night but with her parents in the house

it wasn’t a good idea. She crept upstairs to her bedroom and I went to the

guest room, which was on the ground floor.

We saw each other the next morning, she brought me some breakfast in bed.

Sarah was in a tight fitting white summer dress, she looked so sexy. We

kissed and cuddled for a short while, then sat and ate together.

“Are you cool with what we did last night?” I asked just to make sure she

didn’t regret it.

“Yes… it was great and I want us to do it again, before you go.”

We agreed that I would pick her up from college after I had left her house

to go home to London and we could have some fun. Her mum wasn’t feeling

very well that morning so I offered to drive Sarah in. We had a talk about

what we would do, we agreed to give the long distance relationship thing a

try. After a kiss and fondle at the college gates I watched her walk away,

not taking my eyes from her long soft white legs and her cute little bum.