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It contains frank and sexually explicit material.

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                           Erotic Odyssey II – College & Beyond

Author’s Note:  I recovered this ‘Odyssey’ from the hard drive of my late Uncle Joe’s computer.  It was written using an obsolete word processing program and it has required considerable effort and time during the past year or so to reconstruct my uncle’s story.  A few chapters still resist reconstruction.  It is presented in his text as a true story.  I can’t vouch for that but I know well the village where he grew up and I can connect the names he mentions to people I know there.  Needless to say, I haven’t asked any of them for confirmation.  I don’t know them well enough for that. Part I recounted his sexual adventures through high school and a brief career as a schoolteacher.  This is a continuation of his story.  Comments from readers will be appreciated and where possible, acknowledged.  Enjoy.

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                                        Chapter One

                                            First Love

After my year as a schoolteacher I took a different job in the north to be able to save money faster and get to college.  My sexual activity in the remote location was limited to two liaisons that were not worth writing about.

I entered University at age twenty and, three years out of high school, I was older than most freshmen. It was about two months after the beginning of the term that I met Janey, an attractive, large-framed senior and began a two-year relationship. A frustrating one for much of that time.

Janey was about a year older than I, a quiet, almost shy woman, who was more oriented towards intellectual pursuits than I but who seemed to accept my 'jock' mentality. She was all I could ask for in the kissing department but that was as far as I was able to progress that year. I was, for the first time, in love.

Janey and I necked and petted at every opportunity but it went no farther than that. I would return to my room with achingly swollen balls and would take solace from my hand. But I was in love. We'd get married and then all would be taken care of. But, of course, that would have to wait until I graduated.

You might think that with all my experience this young woman would have been an easy conquest.  This was not the case but of course up to that time most of my experience had been in the seduction of very young girls.  The exceptions, Mrs. Haines, Franny and Fiorella had been the initiators.  Janey later confided that she too had been frustrated but her fear of pregnancy had been greater than her desire for sex.  She admitted though that had I been more insistent, my ultimate goal might have been reached sooner. 

During the summer, I worked back in the North in my pre-college job and Janey worked at a resort hotel. By the beginning of September, even though I'd found some relief with a schoolteacher from whom I got crabs, I was no longer willing to wait for marriage.

"Oh God, Janey, I've missed you."

We were in my hotel room in the city where we'd agreed to meet after the

long summer apart. I was heading back to college and she to a teaching job in a small fishing village near the city where we were meeting. Our kiss was deep and wet and I was determined that, this time, I wouldn’t take no for an answer.

"No Joe…no...You can't," she protested when I tried to remove her panties. We were in bed, my pants were off but not my undershorts, and her skirt was up around her hips. Funny, I don't remember much about Janey's breasts. I'm a tit-man, but my objective with her was lower on her body and I don't think I'd even got her bra open.

Please, Janey...please," I begged as I rolled on top of her. She closed her thighs warmly on my cock, which had slipped out of my shorts, and I began dry-fuck. But that's as far as I got. I've wondered since then how close she was to surrendering. She must have become excited with my prick rubbing over her pussy, even though her panties prevented direct, flesh-to-flesh contact. Anyway, it was better than my hand and she didn't object when I bathed her thighs and her crotch with my semen.

During the next year she came to visit me on several occasions and I adjusted to the dry-fuck limitation although, usually, my cock would be raw and sore from rubbing over her panties. We never talked about it but, the more I think about it, the more I have to conclude that she did enjoy it. Did she masturbate after I left? I assume so for, to the best of my knowledge, I never made her cum by dry-fucking her. When I visited her home that Christmas, she gave me an 'almost handjob'. Almost because she didn't really get her hand completely around my cock but she did hold it enough that I shot a load halfway across their living room.

During that year I after her graduation, I was known as "Janey's guy' and therefore off-limits to the girls on campus since I didn't make a move on any of them. Had I done so, I suspect that the off-limits status would have quickly evaporated. Janey visited every month or so and I would get some relief via the 'dry-fuck route' but it wasn't really satisfying.

My only 'date' during that year was with a married woman whose husband was in a mental institution. It was an enjoyable liaison that was made even more enjoyable by her plump, precocious twelve-year-old daughter.  In the next chapter I’ll recount some details of that experience but, for now, I’ll continue with the story of my first love.

It was late spring. The weather was nice, my college year was ended, and I was visiting Janey. She boarded with her aunt, a huge woman in her forties, and her uncle, a gay intellectual. Except 'gay' hadn't been invented in those days, at least not in its present meaning.  He was more likely to be called 'queer' or a 'fruit' or some other derogatory term on the rare occasion that his sexual proclivities were mentioned at all. But that has no bearing on my story, anyway.

The house was in darkness except, near the window, where the soft light from a full moon shone. I was sleeping, or rather, lying, on a sofa in the living room of the house where Janey boarded. That was my bed. Janey was sleeping in the small room off the living room and her aunt and uncle were upstairs.

Ouch! I banged my shin on the coffee table when, as quietly as I could, I worked my way across the room to Janey's door.  I froze at the loud squeak when I pushed the door open.  It probably wasn't as loud as it sounded to me but the house was otherwise silent so it seemed loud.

"Joe? Is that you?" Janey whispered when I approached the bed. "You shouldn't be in here. They'll hear us."

There was a loud creak of bedsprings when I sat on the edge of her bed and we both held our breath, listening for sounds upstairs. "I had to come kiss you goodnight, darling," and her mouth opened under mine as our tongues tangled wetly. The bed creaked again when I lay down by her side, lifting the covers first so we could be close.

I was wearing only a t-shirt and my undershorts and Janey had on a short nightgown of some kind so, when she turned on her side to face me, our bodies were excitingly close.

"Joe…no Joe," she whispered between kisses, "You have to go... they'll hear us."

"We aren't making any noise," I whispered back. I'd got my hand under her nightgown and it was on her hip. God! She didn't have any panties on! I'd never had an opportunity like this with her. "I don't think it'd bother your aunt, anyway." And that was true. Janey's obese aunt was definitely a free spirit and I think she suspected I'd been screwing her niece, even though I wasn't. Not yet, anyway.

"Please Joe...hannh...you have to go," Janey panted when I eased her onto her back and tried to push my knee between her thighs. "We're making... hannhh…a lot of noise...too much." And, in fact, every time we moved the springs on the old bed made a racket that sounded like fighting tomcats.

I had my hand at the top of her tightly closed thighs and was surprised to discover the flesh there was wet and slippery. Was that why she didn't have her panties on? Had she been masturbating before I came into her bedroom? I'm pretty sure that was the case and maybe that's why, that night, I was finally successful.  I’d got to her after she'd ignited her own furnace.

"No...No...Please Joe...not tonight...we can't."  I'd freed my penis from my shorts and it was pressed to the bare, warm flesh of her thigh.  Was she saying we couldn't dry-fuck, or was she saying that, another time, she'd give in?  Her voice sounded different and, somehow, I got the impression that she meant the latter.  But, if so, it was likely just a ruse to get me to leave.  And I wasn't about to leave.

Janey was strong but, as I continued to try to force my knee between her legs, I sensed a gradual yielding.  We were kissing again and, despite her entreaties that I had to go, her mouth was as active as mine.  And kissing smothered her protests, too.  Her arms were around my neck and then my knee was between hers and her legs were parting.  There was a slow but unmistakable weakening of her resistance and I gradually moved over her, first my knee clamped between hers, then part of my thigh and then I was on top of her, my throbbing penis trapped between her warm hip flesh and my belly.

"Shhh...Don’t move," Janey gasped when we heard a noise upstairs.  I did as she asked.  Well, almost unmoving. I was sort of fucking her hip.  It was better than fucking her panties, anyway.  I was leaking enough juice to lubricate a fleet of trucks and my cock slid easily in the fleshtrap of our close pressed bodies. But I wanted more than that.

We heard the roar and gurgle of a flushing toilet and I relaxed.  Janey did too, a bit, and I slid a hand inward, over her hip and down to the barely accessible gap at the top of her thighs.  Oh God! Her pussy!  I had my hand on it for the first time.  And it was wet.

"Nahh...Hannhh...Nannh," Janey sobbed and I suddenly realized that her face was wet with tears.  But, more importantly, I realized also that her legs were no longer gripping my thigh.  They had relaxed.

"Darling...oohh Janey, darling...don't cry."  I covered her mouth with mine, tasting the saltiness of the tears that, somehow, had trickled down to her lips. But my fingers were there. I was playing with her naked pussy, feeling the fat lips with their wetly matted hair fringe.

"Is that your clitoris, Janey?" I asked although I knew it was.  I pressed my finger into the wet slot on the hard, erect nubbin, rubbing it excitedly.

"Yunh...Hanh...yes...Hunnh...No...Hannhh," and I could feel her body shake with sobs as I fingered her.  She was crying but she wasn't trying to stop me. Not physically, anyway. "Doh...hoh...hon't," she whimpered in a piteous plea but, like they say, a stiff cock has no conscience nor is it compassionate.

"I love you Janey...I love you," I whispered into her slack-jawed mouth as I pushed her legs wider apart with my other knee.

"Nah...Hanh...nah...Hannhh," Janey sobbed but her sobs were almost masked by her heavy breathing.  Overwhelmed with passion, I guided my prick up to her pussy and found its long sought objective.  "Nah Nah Nah," she gasped in a panic stricken whisper as I felt the tip of my cock engulfed by the soft, moist orifice.  She was trembling under me, her thighs loosely clasping mine, but otherwise she wasn't moving.  It could have been her fear of making noise but I don't think so.  I believe that twenty three year old Janey was finally surrendering to her needs.  (That is, unless she already had, with someone else?)  I pushed slowly into her and, although the hot, juicy passage was tight, there was no obstruction.  After I fucked her she insisted that I was the first and perhaps I was.  I've had others who claimed to be virgins too, some of whom I was sure weren't, but at least one other who, as with Janey, I'm inclined to believe.

Janey tensed beneath me when I made my final lunge to bury my tool completely within her juicy toolbox and the springs protested with a loud squeak.  Our bodies were meshed, hip-to-hip, belly-to-belly, her soft sheath compressing my cock within its delightful, exhilarating clasp. I get a special high when I enter a woman for the first time and, if it's the first time she's been entered, the thrill is even greater. And I believed it was Janey's virgin fuck, hymen or not.

I lay full weight on her large framed body and savoured the moment.  Finally I had succeeded.  My throbbing cock was buried to its root in the hotly clasping depths of her body.  I was fucking her.  She was mine.  At last I had her. 

"Joe...Hanh...no...Hanh...gotta stop...Hanh," Janey pleaded between sobs. "They'll...Hanh...hear you...Hannhh."  This wasn't what I wanted.  Even though her body jerked with each sob and the movement added to the pleasure of being in her, I wanted her to enjoy it, too.

"Will you get on the floor with me, Janey? Please?"

"I cah...hanh...can't...hanh...gotta stop," she whispered tearfully. "Tomorrow ...hanh...somewhere else...hannh," Janey whimpered, but I was not only too aroused to stop now but also believed that she wouldn't let me back into the hot Heaven of her cunt if we stopped now.

"Please, Janey...I love you...but I can't stop...not now," and I punctuated my plea with another spring-squeaking lunge into her lovely tightness.

"Hanh...yah...if you have to...hanh...but...hanh...be quick."

“Darling…on the floor…will you?” I whispered as the bedsprings gave another protesting squeak as I ground my pubis against her mons.  She didn’t reply but reluctantly, I dismounted from her tense frame, afraid that she'd refuse to continue but knowing that, on the bed, she'd be too scared to enjoy it.  Janey moved slowly but as I tugged her arms gently but to my relief, she was getting up.  The bedsprings made some noise and, in the moonlight, I could see her look at the ceiling, waiting for sounds of movement from above.  Perhaps she was hoping for those sounds to give her an excuse to stop me but none were forthcoming.

"Joe...you shouldn't have...shouldn't have done it," she whimpered as she knelt on the homemade rug beside the bed and then lay down on her back. But she wasn't sobbing now, except for an occasional spasm that shook her shoulders and made her breasts jiggle. For the moment, at least, she seemed to be resigned to her fate. It wasn't the way I'd wanted it to be but I hoped that, when I could move in her, I could excite her.

"Careful...easy...it hurts a bit," Janey cautioned in a matter of fact whisper as I slowly entered her again.  I felt her thighs tense and clench my own as her soft, snug wetness engulfed my cock.  But there were no springs to squeak now and with her prominent ass held high by the unyielding carpet, I was able to grind bruisingly against her broad pelvis.

"You're lovely, Janey...and I love you." I slipped my hand between our bodies as I began to screw her tight, juicy channel, and I found the hard bump of her clit. She lay there unmoving and I'm sure that, at that moment, she believed she was a wronged woman who had been coerced into yielding to my base instincts. She probably disliked me, maybe hated me.

"Hurry, Joe. Finish so you can leave...before anybody comes."

"It's OK, darling...nobody can hear," I consoled her.  Her aloof lack of response was having one beneficial effect, anyway.  It had cooled my ardour and I was not on the verge of cumming.  I fucked her slowly and continued to titillate her cum-button and, fairly soon my actions were rewarded by signs of her arousal, unwilled or not.

"Joe...annh...do you really...annh...love me?"

"Oh yes, Janey darling...so very much." Her widespread legs were relaxed now, cradling me and then I felt them close warmly on my thighs as her hips began, ever so slightly, to twitch against me.  Her breath was gusting hotly into my mouth and, as I increased my tempo, Janey bent her legs, her feet flat on the floor, emitting soft, grunting whimpers as she absorbed the force of my thrusts.

"Darling...oohhh darling...I've wanted this for so long," I crooned as I felt her respond. "I just couldn't wait until we got married."

"Unh...will you...unh...still love me...unh...after?" she gasped, her whispered sentence broken by her breathless grunts as I hammered her wide, firm hips.

"More than ever, darling...more than ever," and it felt as if her clitoris got fatter as I said that.

"Then do it...unh...Joe...unh...do it…DO IT!"  Janey’s legs lifted and wrapped around me and pulled me in as deep as I could go.  Her pelvis suddenly jerked and I felt her sheath compress my plunging penis as she hugged me tight to her writhing body.  Oh God, yes! She was cumming!  It would be like I wanted it to be.

"Are you cumming, Janey? Are you?"

"Yunh...Hunnh...Yunh...Hunnh...Cumming," she panted.  Her laboured breathing was now almost as loud as the bedsprings had been but, in the throes of orgasm, she forgot about anything else.  The muscles in her juicy fuckwell were massaging my tool and I felt the beginning of my own climax.

"Yes, baby...yesss," I moaned and I slipped my hands under her flexing buttocks, pulling her up to me as I drove into her while her strong legs locked me to her so that her hips rose and fell with my thrusts. I felt the delicious agony that began in my achingly swollen testicles and it seemed to me that I got bigger inside her.  And then I was exploding, the heat of my cunt-flooding semen surrounding my cock as it was extruded into the narrow annulus between my cock and her tightly clasping cuntwalls.

"Hannh...oohh God, Joe...hannh...oohh God," she panted as her legs fell away from my hips. "What if...hannh...what if I get pregnant?"

"Then we'll have to get married right away, darling," I replied as I fucked her cum-flooded cunt, the snug sheath milking the last dribbles from my bucking tool.

"Oh, Joe...hanh...you better get off...hannhh...there's so much...you put so much in me...I know you did…I'll be pregnant," and I felt her body shake with a sob.

"You'll be alright, darling," I said with an assuredness I didn't really feel.  "Was it good for you darling? Did you like it?"

"Hanh...Joe...hanh...you know I did...hannh...too much...but we can't do it again...hanh...not 'til we're married."  I rotated my hips against hers to savour the sloppy wetness of her inner body and then rolled off her limply quivering frame..

I held her close and caressed her as her big, firm body shook from her continuing sobs of remorse or fear.  I felt guilty at first but the feel of her flesh moving against me had an erotic effect.  My cock grew hard again against her hip and my mouth covered hers, my tongue thrusting and probing the wet cavern of her mouth, stifling her sobs.

“Mmph…No…Don’t,” she grunted into my mouth as my hand covered the soft wetness of her fat, cum-greased cunt.  I ignored her protest and slid two fingers inside, angling them so that the third joints were pressing her clit.  For several minutes I kissed her and probed her vagina, my fingertips rubbing the upper walls of the juicy passage.

Janey’s sobs were gone or at least, were changed.  Her long legs, which had been tense at first, were now spread loosely wide.  Her broad pelvis was rocking rhythmically in time with my thrusting fingers and her breath was gusting hotly into my mouth as we kissed.

The moon had descended so that its soft light was bathing her lovely, naked body as I broke off our kiss and rose up to kneel between her open legs.  This time I had no fear of refusal and my rejuvenated cock replaced my fingers inside her steamy twat.  Janey looked up at me, her mouth open as if she was going to speak but as I rammed the full length of my tool up into her hot passage she uttered only a breathless grunt.

The second time was different than the first.  Her broad hips rolled under mine as if she’d been fucking for years.  Wet, squishy sounds emanated from her flooded channel while she sighed and moaned softly, her legs twining with mine, her pelvis straining upward as if seeking more.  I know only the first couple of inches of a woman’s cunt are truly sensitive but many women really want deeper penetration.  The forceful way that Janey held me with arms and legs showed that she wanted all I had and more.

Janey whimpered questioningly as I wrapped my arms around her and rolled over, bringing her over on top.  Puppet like she allowed me to lift her upper body away from mine and position her astraddle my hips.  My hands stroked her firm breasts and smooth flanks while I pumped up into her and she quickly accustomed to the new position, fucking me with increasing urgency.

I opened my legs wider and Janey’s lush ass slid lower between them.  She uttered a faint grunt as I felt the tip of my cock finally reach the bottom of her cunt and bump on her cervix.  I slid my hand to her mons and found her clitoris with my finger.  It had that slick, fat size that immediately precedes climax and as I rubbed it she ground against me, her soft, fat cuntlips surrounding the very base of my cock.

“Hanh Ungh Hanh Ungh,” Janey chanted as she rode me mindlessly.  It was marvelous.  Superb.  I had succeeded beyond my wildest dreams.  My first, true love was fucking me of her own volition with passion and lust.  Her hands gripped my shoulders, her nails digging in and, as I discovered after, leaving me bloody and sore.

Suddenly the soft clasp of her vagina was lost as if all the muscles in its walls had relaxed at once.  Her lush hips seemed to sink even lower and I felt a if I was thrusting up into a vast cavern, the tip of my cock pushing against her yielding cervix and only the base of my tool gripped by her fat labia.  I was in my love so deep that she seemed to be engulfing my swollen testicles and a huge electric thrill paralyzed me.

“Haannnnhhh!!!!”  Louder than any squeaky bedsprings she wailed as her big frame stiffened astride me and once again the multi-muscled fuckwell squeezed my cock.  I held her hips, moving her, masturbating myself with her spasming cunt as I felt the beginning of my own gigantic, gut-wrenching sex-sneeze.  I’d already spouted hot gouts of sperm into Janey’s juicy passage but once again I erupted.  I felt like all of my essence was spurting and jetting out of me to fill the closely clinging softness of her fleshy cunt.

Janey slumped forward, her cheek resting on my chest as my cock bucked and spit its viscous load up into the depths of her body, her cervix mashed against the battering knob as she drained me.

“You’re wonderful, Darling,” I murmured as my tool began to wilt.  God!  If I hadn’t knocked her up this time I was incredibly lucky.

She never again expressed fear of pregnancy and during the next three days we screwed at every opportunity, on the rocky beach, in a grassy glade in the woodlot and on the floor of her room.

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Erotic Odyssey II – College & Beyond

                                                Chapter Two

                                                 Single Mom                            

During the year I spent as "Janey's guy', after her graduation, I was off-limits to the girls on campus since I didn't make a move on any of them. Had I done so, I suspect that the off-limits status would have quickly evaporated. Janey visited every month or so and I would get some relief via the 'dry-fuck route' but it wasn't really satisfying.

One mid-week day I found myself in a downtown coffee shop with only one other customer, a woman I judged to be a few years older than I.  I'm not naturally forward but her big, voluptuous body piqued my curiosity and, in addition, invited libidinous thoughts. I initiated a conversation.

Vicki's husband, she said, was in a mental institution, which was true, and she was raising her twelve-year-old daughter all by herself. A hard, tedious existence, she complained. Intrigued by her tale and aroused by her bleached-blonde voluptuousity, I invited her to a college dance, the next weekend. That would start tongues wagging, I mused. But a woman like that must have some unsatisfied needs and I also was underprivileged in that department.

The dance wasn't exactly a success. We were shunned by my friends and left early.

I had not been fucked since the last time I'd had Fiorella and, therefore, Vicki had a special appeal to me.  The occasional ‘dry fucks’ with Janey, although better than masturbation, were not the real thing.  This woman’s special appeal was accentuated by her fleshy voluptuosity and, even though she was older than I, the thought of being on her, between, those marvelous mammaries and full thighs, was a tremendous turn-on.

Vicki was not an intellectual marvel but where it counted, and when she was sober, she knew her stuff. That first night was memorable, and not only because I was and oversexed, underfucked college student.

"I hope the neighbours didn't see you come in with me? They might get the wrong idea. Maybe you can take my car home with you tonight?

"Yeah, sure Vicki. I could do that. But I don't think anyone saw us." I was, at that moment, disappointed. Maybe I'd misread the signals of having her lush form pressed to mine while we danced? She'd danced close, my thigh sliding easily between hers, her belly mashed to mine. And, for sure, she'd felt the result for I got, immediately, a raging erection.

"Do you want a cup of coffee? Or tea?" I had helped her off with her coat and she turned to me to ask the question. In the dimly lighted entryway to her small bungalow, she looked gorgeous, dark, pretty and very sexy. Her full-lipped mouth looked soft and the slightly parted lips had a scarlet sheen. Had she left out the 'or me' part of the question.

Vicki tensed when I leaned forward and captured her delicious mouth with mine. Her lips were as soft as they'd looked and, when I put my arms around her, she remained stiff but unresisting. My tongue traced the outline of her mouth and, grudgingly, her lips parted and, after a moment, her mouth opened. My hands were on her ass, cupping the soft melons of her buttocks as I pulled her hips close to mine.

"Joe? We can't? You know I'm married. It wouldn't be right." But, after the ritual protest, her mouth was again mashed to mine, her tongue tangling wetly with my own.

"You're lovely, Vicki, beautiful," I murmured as I worked on the buttons at the back of her dress and her lips became mobile, sucking on my tongue as she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck.

"Joe...oohhh Joe...I'm so lonely," but I suspected that her loneliness could be spelled h-o-r-n-y. There was looseness to her thighs as she writhed against my erection that told me she was hungry for sex.

"If?  Mmmmmm," Vicki interrupted her words with another sloppy, tongue-sucking kiss.  "If I let you stay, promise you won't tell anyone?"

"Of course not, Vicki!" and then we were moving, mouth to mouth, hip to hip, across the living room to her bedroom. As we entered, she kicked the door shut, or almost so and let me ease her dress forward off her shoulders. My hands at once were at the clasp of her brassiere and, as I was unhooking it, the woman pushed her dress down over her ample hips.

"You too," she panted urgently as she shrugged off her bra to stand, now completely naked except for her stockings. Her hands were at my belt and, as I filled my own hands with her heavy tit-melons, she was pushing my pants down.

"Oh my God, Joe! You're huge!" she exclaimed as her hands warmly grasped my erect penis, and then she was dragging me by that handle to the bed. The big woman flopped down on her back, pulling me on top and, not really fully on the bed yet, she was guiding my tool between her legs.

"Oohhh yesss, Joe, oohhhh yesss," Vicki moaned as, leaning over, more than lying atop her, I buried my shaft with a single thrust into the depths of her big, hot body. Then, getting a toehold on the carpet, I lifted and pushed her farther onto the bed so I could lie on her.

"Lovely, Vicki, you're lovely," I said as I got comfortable between her long, widespread legs, levering myself higher on her wide, deep hips, rubbing my chest on her softly cushioning jugs.

"It's been so long, Joe...so long," and her legs rose to wrap around my hips as she began to rotate her furry pelvis against me. "Oh God, Joe...I never took one as big as yours," and then as if correcting a wrong impression, added, "My husband is smaller than you."  I suspect she was saying this just to please me since experienced women know how much men like to hear such flattery.

I fought to maintain some semblance of control but it had been almost three months since I'd last been with a woman and it was a losing battle. The woman was grunting, rocking her hips, her hands digging into my back as I ploughed her writhing frame.

"Hurry! Faster! Fuck me faster!" Vicki entreated, "Drive that big cock right through me!" Her hips were wide and soft and as they gyrated with passion, the wet clasp of her juicy channel took me over the top. I grabbed her big ass and pulled myself as deep as I could as the hot rush of semen began its course from my balls, through my pulsing staff to erupt with jetting force into the depths of her writhing body.

"Hanh...no...don't stop! Don't stop yet," she cried out as I gushed into her. Driven by her demand and my pride, I regained momentum and began to hammer her big, padded frame with force. "Yuh yuh yuh...gonna cum...yuh yuh yuh," Vicki panted and then I felt the tiny, muscular twitch of her greasy, cum-sodden vagina as she pushed up at me with a breathless grunt.

"Was I good, Joe? Am I good as a college girl?"

Vicki was lying under me, her breasts rising and falling as her breathing returned to normal.

"You were great, Vicki. Was it good for you, too?"

"Oh yes, Joe. It's been so long...he's been gone almost four years, you know. You must think I'm awful...letting you do this?"

"I think you're wonderful, Vicki," and I gave a few digs with my deflated but still semi-erect cock.

"Can you? Like? Do me again? Already?"

"I'll try, Vicki." Maybe this time I would be able to savour her fleshy opulence. "But I'd like you to be on top, so I can see you better."

"Oh yes. I'd like that," she acquiesced with alacrity. "Most guys...I mean, my husband, didn't like me above him," and as soon as I dismounted and lay on my back, the big woman climbed astride my hips.

She was an impressive looking woman and, with her long legs spread as she knelt there poised to impale herself on my upthrust tool, any doubts I might have had over being able to perform again so soon after cumming, dissolved in lust for her voluptuous body.

"I don't...like...I've been a faithful wife," Vicki said seriously as she reached down to grip my stiff penis, squatting her nakedly spread cunthole down over the blunt, club-like shaft.  "You're the only man I ever did this with except my husband."  A dribble of gism drooled from her fat labia as she slowly lowered her hips, guiding my sword to her hot, gaping scabbard. Vicki slithered down on my upstanding cock like it was a greased pole, her vagina clasping me like an oiled glove. As her soft wetness enclosed me and she sank lower, her mouth gaped open.  "Oohhhh Gawwwd... never had it so deep," she moaned as she settled down lower.  "You're right up into my belly."

Her huge jugs jiggled even though Vicki was not moving, and I hefted the heavy fleshbags, relishing their soft malleability. I doubted that I was the only man to have her, except for her husband, but I didn't care, anyway. She was a woman, a big, sex-hungry woman. That was all I wanted, at that point.

"Lovely, Vicki, you're lovely." I punctuated the compliments with upward thrusts, allowing my thighs to open wider so that she settled lower and I gained another inch of penetration. The woman looked younger now, for some, strange reason, an expression bordering on innocence in the slight smile on her face. I was achieving full erection now as my eyes feasted on her billowy form and I felt the hardness of her cervix against the tip of my cock.

"Gawwd, Joe...oohhhh Gawwwd...it's heaven," and Vicki began a slow, spiraling motion, riding me with consummate skill.  "It's like the first time all over again," and she added an up-down movement to her action. Her juicy vagina was caressing me, not tight but touching every nerve-end in my cock. I handled her lovely buttocks and watched her bloated breasts swaying and bouncing as she fucked me.

"Yes Vicki…yes baby...fuck me...fuck me hard," I urged, knowing that now I could last, despite the sensuous thrills from her juicy cunt.

Vicki's furry pelvis began sliding up and down, short strokes at first, then increasing in length until, on her upstroke, I was almost uncunted. Her down stroke was rapid and fierce and, as her hips hammered mine, I could feel my cocktip battering her cervix.

"Yuh...fuck...yuh...fuck...fuck meee," she moaned and whined almost incessantly above me as her sex-hungry body strove for release. Vicki's motions became faster, the tempo of her downward thrusts more urgent, her mammoth mammaries flopping, noisily slapping against her belly each time her buttocks slammed down between my thighs.

I savoured every moment of the fuck.  My hands mauled her huge boobs, squeezing and milking the soft, heavy fleshbags with their long, thick nipples while her sloppy, cum-drenched cunt wetly caressed my throbbing cock.  Now, as she climbed closer to another orgasm, I remained in control of my lust, able to wait and enjoy her voluptuous body a while longer.

    "Uh uh uh," Vicki panted and then, as her eyes rolled back until only the whites were showing, she pushed down one last time and her hips began a slow inward roll on my impaling length. "Yuunnnhhh," she moaned, "Yeesssss," sounded sibilantly from her gaping lips and I felt the muscular contractions of her passage on my tool as she orgasmed.

"Was it good," I asked with a satisfied smile. Satisfied because I knew she'd been satisfied, for the moment, at least.

"Oohhhh yeah...yeaahh," she sighed and she leaned forward, her big tits crushing to my chest as she gave me a loose-lipped, sloppy kiss. The woman just lay there, full weight on me, my cock still buried in her cunt, as her breathing slowly returned to normal. "How old are you, Joe?"

"Huh?" I hadn't expected that question. "I'm twenty three," I replied, adding a few years so she wouldn't think she was cradle robbing.

"Oh. I didn't think you were that old? We're the same age."

"What? But you have a daughter? Or is she a step-daughter?"

"No. She's real. I was thirteen when she was born."

"My God, Vicki! Only thirteen?"

"I was unlucky. No, I can't say that. I love having Kimberly. But it only happened once. I mean...when I got pregnant. I was a big girl. Big for my age. And Sam...he was older...he got carried away, I guess. I didn't try to stop him and next thing I knew, I was pregnant. But he married me soon as I turned sixteen." As she told me her story, she began to move on me again, her big frame undulating delightfully. "You didn't go that time, did you?"

"I bet you were a good fuck then, too," I said as, wrapping my arms around her I rolled over until she was under me. "God, Vicki. You're built for me." I began to fuck her.

"Oh Joe...you're built for me, too." Bending and raising her long legs, she pushed up at me as I rode on her softly rolling tit-pillows. Her hips and belly were mashed to mine as I ploughed her fleshy furrow and her arms held me tight.

"Cum Joe...cum...cum with me," Vicki moaned. I'd been hammering her with increasing tempo as my passion rose and then, with a throaty growl; she twined her legs with mine and arched up to me. All of it...want all of it," she demanded and, surrounded by her flesh, I exploded into her.

"More...don't stop...more," Vicki panted as I pumped my semen into her deep passage. I was in a liquid well, wet, squishy sounds audible even over her moans, as I plunged in and out of her flooded receptacle. And then her legs locked to mine and she uttered a loud, whining wail as she came once more.

That night was the best, with her. The next times she was drunk and, although relieving, it lacked spirit.

I did, however, meet her daughter, Kimberly, a plump, twelve-year-old girl who was overly plump, tall for her age and who looked like she was at least fifteen. Was this how Vicki had been at that age?

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        Erotic Odyssey II – College & Beyond

                             Chapter 3

                     Plump and Precocious  

By the following weekend Vicki's big, busty form had regained its appeal and, hoping she'd stay sober enough to respond to sex and be more than a loose depository for my lust, I once again spent the night. And what a night it was but not because of Vicki.  She passed out after I had a longish but lackadaisical ride on her big, drunken body.

The almost passionless coupling cooled my ardour but I was not satisfied.  I crawled out of bed, leaving Vicki's bulky, naked form sprawled there, unconscious, and took a shower to get rid of the sweat of our encounter.  Then, wearing only my shirt, I poured a large drink and sat in a big lounging chair in front of the TV.

"Hi. Did Mommy go to sleep?"  I was startled by the voice at my side and, tugging down my shirttails to cover my groin, I turned to see Kimberly standing beside me.

"Oh! You surprised me. Yeah. I guess she had a hard week."

"Are you gonna be my new uncle? Instead of Uncle Tom?"

"Who is Uncle Tom, Kimberly?  Is he your mother's brother or your father's?"

"Uh, he wasn't either one. I just called him Uncle Tom because he sort of lived here."

"Well, I don't think I'll be living here so maybe you'd better just call me Joe."  So Tom had been a live-in partner, I mused.  How many had there been?  "Where did your Uncle Tom go?"

"Mommy sent him away. He was mean to her and...Like...she caught us playing games, Uncle Tom and me."

"I see, Kimmy," but I didn't see at all.  Did Tom beat Marge?  What kind of games had he played with the girl?  Despite her size, and she was certainly a big girl, plump and ripe, she was still a child.

"Don't call me Kimmy. I'm Kimberly."

"Sorry, Kimberly. Can I call you Kim?"

"Uh...sure.  You can call me that, I guess.  Are you going to play games with me like he...Uncle Tom...did?"

The youngster was wearing baby doll pajamas, which revealed more of her big, immature body than they hid.  Until then I hadn't seen much of her and, if I'd thought of her at all, it had been about her size. She was, as I've said, a very big child who, at twelve, was about five feet, six inches tall, no doubt inherited from her mother.  Her breasts, too, were large for her age although I wasn't sure if that was due to the precocity of her development or just being a fat girl. At that moment, I had no thought of what was to come. After all, by then I was a man, not the high school student or the green, young schoolteacher who took advantage of vulnerable underage nymphets. Even big ones like Kimberly.

"You said that your mother sent Tom away because he caught him playing games with you?  Do you want her to send me away, too?"

"She didn't really catch us. She just got suspicious.  Anyhow, tonight she won't.  She's been drinking since this morning and she won't wake up."  I noted that the girl enunciated her words clearly, unlike many girls of that age and, although she was only ten, she acted mature, at least in some ways. Inordinately so, I was soon to discover.

"What games did you play with Tom?"

"We played pretend games.  Like, when Mommy passed out, like she done tonight, we'd pretend I was her.  He showed me about the things he did with her.  He was sort of a teacher.  And...like…we did things, too."

Sudden memories of the other pre-teens reminded me that sex with adolescents was not only possible but also delightful. And Kim sounded more like Eileen than Cindy or Janet, I thought, so I wouldn't be taking advantage of her innocence.  Why not find out more?

"Can I get up on your lap, Joe?"  Without waiting for an answer, the girl climbed astride my thighs, which, with the reclining chair laid back, were stretched out straight on the footrest.  She sat, straddling my thighs, facing me with her fat legs open so that the leg holes of her pajamas gaped to reveal the shadowy creases where the edges of her juvenile pussy met her at thighs.

"I guess you're already there, aren't you."  And, if I got an erection, which the heat of her soft, scantily clad bottom threatened to produce, she'd certainly see it because, even limp as it was, my flaccid organ was only just covered by my shirttails.  "What do you want to do next, Kimberly?"

"Awww...you know?  Like, you have to get me ready."

"Ready for what, Kimberly?" I glanced over my shoulder towards Marge's bedroom.  The door was open only a crack.  If she did come to, I'd hear her before she came out but I was still nervous.

"Don't worry about her, Joe.  She's passed out just like always," the youngster said, her chubby cheeks dimpling with an engaging smile. Then, her round, young face a picture of childish innocence, she took my hand in hers and drew it to the juncture of her open thighs.  She wanted me to finger her.  The message was unmistakable.  Was that to get her ready for...?  My God, she was only twelve. But she was a big girl.

I slipped my hand under her loosely fitting brief and cupped her warm, bare pussy. You still haven't told me what I'm getting you ready for, Kimberly?

"You know. You have to make me wet. Slippery."

"Like this, Kim?" I pushed my fingers into her pulpy cuntflesh.

"Oh yes...that's it" she said breathlessly,  "I like that...it makes me feel real good."  I stroked the smooth, soft folds of her immature sex. "We'll make fun, Joe.  Lots. When Mommy's drunk.  Let me get these off," and she squirmed about on my lap, removing her flimsy pajama bottoms.

Kimberly's juvenile cuntflesh was like velvet, two soft rolls at first but as I gently caressed the smooth surface it opened and the pink, inner folds were revealed.  There was not yet even a hint of fuzz on the prominent mons or her fat labia.  Soon, surprisingly soon considering her youth, the first signs of oily moisture were lubricating her cuntflesh and, as I probed the narrow slit, I felt the hard, little bump of her clitoris.

"Do it harder, Joe. Faster! It's gonna cum.  Hurry!"  She pushed her fat hips forward and writhed against my hand.

Aroused by her precocious response, my penis sprang suddenly free of its flimsy covering but Kimberly's eyes were squeezed shut as she squirmed against my plundering fingers with the approach of her climax.

"Are you cumming, Kim?  Is this what you want?"

"Yuh yuh yuh," she panted in her childish voice.  She was breathing hard now, round belly jiggling, and I wondered how long or how often she'd masturbated or, more particularly, been masturbated.  Her labia were open now, the glistening, pink petals surrounding my finger as I brought her to climax.  "Yuh yuh yeeee," she panted, her cheeks flushed with her excitement and her small hands gripped my shoulders with a strength that could only be the result of orgasm. Then, with a sigh of contentment, she slumped down on my lap.

"Oohhhh...oohhhh Joe...that was fun," she exclaimed in breathless pleasure.  "It's a lot more fun than when I play that way by myself." And then she saw my erection, which was hard for her to miss for it was like an ivory column projecting up above and almost touching her convex belly.  "Gawllyy!" she exclaimed, looking at my staff sticking straight up between my shirttails.  "Oh Gawwlyyy! It's like a cucumber!" and then with a tentative motion, she reached for my cock.

"Did you play with Tom's cock?"  My voice broke with the sexual tension I felt as her pudgy fingers warmly grasped my tool.

"Yeaahh," she replied but it sounded more like a sigh than a word as, almost reverently, her hand moved on the smooth cockskin.  "Do yuh want me to jerk you off?"

Despite the lewd invitation, Kimberly's face was innocently childlike and I felt a rush of guilt that I was considering taking advantage of her juvenile compliance. That must have been what she and Tom had done, mutual masturbation. It would be different, I mused. "I don't know, Kimberly. I shouldn't?"

"Awww...c'mon, Joe," she wheedled, tilting her head to one side as she tried to wrap both hands around my tool.  "I like watching it.  Like, when you go off."  She slid off my lap, still holding my cock like a pump handle . "Come downstairs to my bedroom, Joe.  Mommy won't wake up but I'd rather do that down there."

Kimberly's big buttocks rolled and jiggled as we went down the stairs and, by the time we were in her bedroom, I had lost any vestige of responsibility for what I was about to do. As if knowing how excited I was, the big, underage minx stopped and pushed her young, round ass back at me.  Because of our height difference, my staff bumped her spine, partway up her back but, looking over her shoulder at me, she shamelessly spread her legs wider apart and drew my hand back to her smooth, swollen young pussy.  I held her in an embrace from behind, running my hands over her fat body from her quivering belly to her open thighs, stroking her puffy cuntal mound with its gaping, pink slit.

 "Hee hee," she giggled in her childish voice.  "I can feel your cock against my back.  It's hot as fire," and she gave a coquettish wriggle of her chubby, round buttocks as she began to hump her wide hips against my hand in a pantomime of adult sex.  "I like you, Joe.  Oh yes," she panted, "like that...feel me like that."

I was titillating all the sensitive spots, her clitoris, the hot mouth of her vagina and even her tiny, crinkled bumhole.  She wasn't acting like an twelve year old, or at least, not the way twelve year olds are expected to act but I’d known other twelve-year-old girls who’d acted more or less the same way.  And anyway, as she squirmed against my erection, I wasn't thinking of her as an twelve year old, either.

"Yuh yuh yuh," she gasped breathlessly as she pushed her smooth pelvis to my hand.  "Yeaahh," she moaned and then the young girl was again in the throes of sexual ecstasy, her fat hips jerking spasmodically and her eyes tightly closed while her tongue protruded ever so slightly from her parted lips.  The sight was incredibly salacious and erotic and, had I not already screwed her mother, shortly before, I know I would have fucked her right then, regardless of her tender years.

"Gawwwlyyy...that was the most," she sighed, her knees shaking, a smile of contentment on her round, young face as she turned to face me.  "I never had it cum like that...so quick...Do you want to lie down while I jerk you off?" Hearing the young girl ask that lewd question in her childish voice was hugely exciting.  She was looking up at me, her pink, little tongue peeking out between her ripe, red lips.  I was irresponsible in sexual matters but Tom must have been worse than I. What had he taught this cute, little girl-child?

"Is that how you did it for Tom?" I asked in a lust-choked voice.

"Mmmhmmm."  She smiled as she nodded assent.  "He did what you did.  Made me happy first.  But he never made me come more than once.  Then he'd get me to kneel beside him on the bed and do it.  With my hands."  Kimberly released her warm hold from my penis and pulled her pajama top off while I pushed her dolls aside and lay back on her bed.

"Is that all he did?  Did he ever get you to kiss it?"  The dolls on the bed added an obscene touch to the already lecherous, little tableau and it added to my prurience.

"Yucckk.  No.  Never.  And he never tried to fuck me, either.  But I'd have probably let him, if he'd asked."

"Are you a virgin, Kimberly."

"No.  Of course not.  But I'm only the third girl in my class who lost her cherry," Kimberly said, with pride.  But I didn't tell anybody."  She knelt on the bed beside me.  "Oh? Golly?" she exclaimed as her little hands gripped my cock.  "Golly, it's so big! I can't get my fingers around it," and she moved to sit astride my thighs.  "I wish it wasn't so big.  Would you fuck me if I let you?"

"Oh, I couldn't, Kimberly. You're only twelve."  Damn.  She must be tight, even if she wasn’t a virgin.  "You're too young for me."  But she was big enough, and if they're big enough, they're old enough, they say.  I’d rationalized with the other young girls that I was really still a boy but I couldn’t use that excuse any longer.

"I bet I'm not too young for you, Joe. I been doing it...fucking… for almost two years."  She slipped one hand down and hefted my testicles.  "But they weren't as big as you, Joe.  Not even Jock.  And I still remember how it hurt when Jimmy made me do it the first time."

"How did it happen, Kimberly?"  I always like hearing how a girl loses her cherry but this was the first girl I knew who'd lost hers so young.  Unless maybe Esther and Verna.  I never did find out when they'd got it the first time.

"He was, like...he was babysitting me.  Mommy'd gone away for the night with a guy.  It wasn't supposed to be Jimmy but his sister got sick after she came and he was the only one she could get."  She interrupted her story when I slipped my hand between her legs to press my fingers against her clit.  "Mmmm, that feels gooood" she murmured.  

"Is this how Jimmy got you started?"

"No...He was...like...he put me to bed and started to tickle me.  Then he just pulled up my nightie and got on me.  I didn't know what he was doing until it started to hurt and then it was over."

The young girl pushed her broad hips forward as I fingered her juicy pussy and slipped my finger into the hot mouth of her vagina.  "Did you like it?"

"No. I hated it. That time."

"Has he ever done it since?"

"Oh yeah, sure. A lot of times.  He did it again that night but the second time it didn't hurt at all.  It felt sort of good.  And when Jock did it to me it was real good.  He's sixteen and a lot bigger than Jimmy but it didn't hurt either. But he isn't big as you."

God. How many guys had she screwed?  I had my hand between her big, soft assglobes and was titillating her anus, the head of my cock just resting against her round belly.

I was fighting to control my lust as Kimberly prattled on while she gently stroked my throbbing tool with her warm hands.  Her breathing was again becoming laboured and I slid my middle finger into her snug, moist cuntal enclosure.  Then, gently, I began to work my index finger in also, feeling the soft, elastic corridor stretch to accommodate me.  She wouldn't have any problem in taking me, I was sure, unless she was too tense and afraid and, so far at least, she was showing no sign of fear.

Kimberly's pudgy fingers warmly explored my dripping penis, the clear liquid dribbling over her fingers, oiling my shaft.  "Are you going to go off, Joe?"  She had a pensive expression as her hands slid smoothly up and down the ivory staff.

"Not yet, Kim. How old are you?"  I knew but I wanted to hear her say it.  The doll on her pillow added to the obscene eroticism of what was happening. She was my own little doll, a sex-doll I thought as my lust grew with her skillful caress. And I was going to go off, all right, but not in her hand.

"I'm twelve," the girl replied as she gave a little wriggle of her fat ass and my two fingers slipped deeper into her snug, hot corridor.

"God, Kimberly?  You're just a kid," I grunted as I pushed my fingers deeper into her juvenile vagina.

She looked up, maintaining a two handed grip on my prick.  "Didn't you do it with girls when you were my age?"

"Well...no, I was older, Kim."

"Maybe girls start younger than guys, then?  Jimmy.  He was the first. He was in grade ten."

"I guess we don't realize that girls are ready when they're young.  I never thought you would be like this."

"Do you want to fuck me, too?  Is that what you really want, Joe?"  She had a worried expression on her face.

"Would you like that, Kimberly?"  The thought of being inside her tight, twelve-year-old cunt was almost too much to bear.

"Uh...I don't know, Joe?  Like?  You look awful big?  I'm afraid it'll hurt like when Jimmy did it first time?"

"Alright, Kim, I won't if you don't want to," I conceded as I continued to finger her soft, slick pussy, pressing my thumb on her clit.

"It isn't that, Joe...I want to do it.  It's just?  Oh Joe!  Ohhh! I think I'm going to cum!  Again!"  Her hands squeezed my cock hard and she pumped it furiously.  But a handjob wasn't going to be enough.  I had to fuck her.  Hell, it wasn't even as if she was cherry.

"Easy, Kim. I don't want to cum yet," I cautioned.  How could I get into her?  She wasn't a virgin and she was a big girl, big for a twelve year old, that is.  Bigger than Cindy, for sure and at least as big as Janet.  And they'd both been virgins but I hadn't hurt them, except when their cherries broke.  Yes. I could fuck her.  But I had to be careful not to scare her.

"Lie on top, Kim, so I can feel you against me." I whispered as I reached down between her thighs and pulled her on top of me.  Her smooth, hairless, sex was swollen, the twin fleshrolls gaping and, as I slid my finger along the crevice, the precocious youngster wriggled.

"Yeah. .oohhhh yeah...that feels good." Kimberly’s face was pressed to my chest, her hips held above mine by my hand on her cunt.  My fingers moved up and down between the soft fleshfolds, rubbing her clit, sliding down past the hot mouth of her vagina to press on her puckered, little bumhole and then I pushed my finger into the snug mouth of her underaged twat again.

"Do you like that, Kim," I asked hoarsely as I explored her cunt and the juvenile curves and valleys of her plump body.

"Mmmhmmm...Mmmmmm...yeah," she sighed and, as I probed her snug, young orifice, she wriggled responsively.

I cupped one soft, rounded tit-globe and squeezed, feeling the give of the resilient flesh.  Naked, Kimberly was appealingly round, her belly and hips bulging with baby fat, her ass high and full and her thighs full and shapely, especially for a girl her age.  The not so little girl was also not so innocent and, feeling her soft, fat form against me, her body sprawled loosely and compliantly on top of me, I was filled with an obscene lust for the underaged creature.

"I...ahhhh...put your finger in deeper, Joe...yer gonna make me cum again," Kimberly gasped in her child's voice.  "Hurry...faster!"

My fingers were buried to the third knuckle in her snug channel and I cupped her big, round ass as I finger-fucked her, my thumb rubbing her hard, little clit.

"Yunh huh...Yunh huh," she panted and I felt the muscles of her lush asscheeks flex as she humped against my hand.  Then the youngster's hot breath gusted in a noisy outrush and I felt the soft, muscular spasms of her vagina as she climaxed.

"Did you cum, Kimberly?"  Her hips were quiet now except for an occasional twitch and quiver.

"Uh huh...oohhhh Joe...you're the funnest guy I met." and she wrapped her arms around my neck and snuggled down against me. "But? Like? How 'bout you?" and she reached down to find my cock which was sandwiched between our close pressed bellies.  "You didn't go off?"

"I can wait, Kim.  I get a lot of pleasure from making you...seeing you cum."  My fingers were still inside her, although only barely, and when I wriggled them, the girl squirmed.

"Mmmmmm...I bet you never dreamed I'd do this, did you?" Kimberly giggled.  "Soon as you came home with Mommy, last week, I wondered if you'd be like Uncle Tom.   'Except nobody ever made me cum as much as you have."

"I'd like you to rub my cock on your pussy, Kimberly. We'll both like that better."

"Uh? But? You're not going to put it in, are you? Like? It's too big for me. I know it?"

"I won't do anything you don't want, Kim."  This was how I got the virgins, Janet and Cindy and I was sure that since Kimberly had been fucked before, it would be easier, once I got that close.

"Uh, OK?" the girl acquiesced, nervously biting her lower lip as she drew my hard, thick tool into the slippery, wet crevice. "Yeah! That's cool," she gasped.

I was still fingering her and I could tell that the elastic passage was expanding. The youngster shifted position to give me freer access to her sex but she was still holding my cock there, too. Would I have to take over and just do it, fuck her?

Nah...Hanh...nooo...feels good," she murmured as she let her legs flop open astride my hips.  "Annnh?  You're not?  You're not puttin' that monster in me are you?" she asked, trying to look down to where I was now trying to insert a third finger.

"No, Kim.  Not if you're afraid of it."  The third finger did not go in as easily but gradually, it stretched and all three fingers were surrounded by the delightfully flexible passage.  Slowly I began to finger- fuck the compliant juvenile, short strokes only, while I thumbed her hard clitoris.

"Mmmm..." Kimberly murmured as her small hand squeezed my belly-sandwiched tool.  "I was?  It feels like?  I thought you might have stuck it into me?"

"Only my fingers, Kim. Does it hurt?"

"Nah...nooo...it feels? Aahhh...I dunno?"

"Older girls like big cocks, Kimberly.  Did you know that?"

"Even ones big as yours?  Honest?"  Kimberly opened her legs wider then, as if to more easily accommodate my three fingers.  "Can you push yer fingers in deeper?"

"That's as far as my fingers will go," I lied, for I hadn't even penetrated to the second joint.  "Why do you want them in deeper?"

"Uh, I don't know? I just feel...like...I want more."

"That's why girls like cocks more than fingers, Kim.  Older girls know that a cock goes in further."  I wiggled my fingers and the plump youngster squirmed and pushed against them.

"Joe? Uh? Have you ever...like?  Have you ever had it...all of it...inside a girl like me?  I mean, like, a girl who wasn't grown up?"

"You're grown up, Kimberly.  Grown where it counts," and I gave an emphasizing wiggle of my fingers and squeezed her ripe, young breasts.  "And yes, I've had all of it in girls like you. Smaller girls, even.  But I know you're young and frightened, Kim, so I won't try with you."  It would only be a moment before the girl, her pride adding to her libidinous curiosity, would acquiesce to my lecherous designs.

"Uh...maybe? Like? I guess? Uh...I guess I'll let you, Joe?  Except, will you stop if it hurts me?"

I rolled with the girl and her legs flopped out loosely to the sides as I knelt between them, my fingers still inside her.  "I'll be careful, Kim. But it won't hurt. I promise."

Defensively, the youngster grasped my tool with both hands as I guided it to her glistening slit. I was too excited now to take any more time to prepare her and, finding the finger-stretched opening, I pushed in.  The elastic mouth, conditioned by my fingering, expanded easily but with delightful tightness around me and I could barely restrain my desire to drive all of its thick length into her juvenile fuckwell.

"Oohhhh. Oohhhh, Joe? Easy? Not all of it?"

"Is it hurting?" I gasped, pausing with only three inches inside her juicy, young twat.  God.  After her mother's oft-plumbed fuckhole, this girl's cunt felt virgin tight.  And, although she wasn't a virgin, her youthful immaturity doubtless contributed to the snugness of the fit.

"Nah...nooo...b.b.but?"  The youngster was tense and, looking down to where we were joined, I could see that she was straining to spread her legs wider apart.

"God, Kim, you're tight," I moaned as I began a slow in-out motion, still not giving her half of my length.

"Is that good?  Like? Me bein’ tight?"

"Guys like tight cunts, Kimberly, and you're real tight.  Relax now, baby.  I'll stop if it hurts."

The white columns of her plump, fat thighs were spread apart almost at right angles to her hips and I could see her smooth, young labia stretched around the thickly veined pole of my cock. There was still enough distance separating our bodies that I could see the apprehensive expression on the young girl's face as she, too, looked down.  Seeing my cock tip engulfed by and stretching a young girl’s hairless twat is intensely stimulating to me and I paused to savour the erotic sight.

"Gawwlyyy, Joe. I feel like I'm gonna split.  Are yuh sure it's OK?" she asked, timidly, losing her careful diction under the stress of taking my thick tool. Not answering, I continued to fuck her with four inches of my dick. The pink, inner labia of her underaged cunt were stretched around the girth of my tool and, on my upstroke, I could see the glistening flesh extrude. I moved my hands from her hard-nippled breasts to rub her clit."

"Are you going to cum again, Kim?"

"Uh huh...yunh..think so," she panted and then, squeezing her eyes shut, the nubile youngster gasped, "It's OK...put it in some more."

Slowly I lowered closer to her fat, wide hips and felt the elastic yielding of her passage as, inch by cunt-stretching inch, I penetrated deeper into her juvenile body, the soft tightness sending huge thrills surging through my loins.

"Oh yes, Kim. Oohh yesss! You're the best!" I moaned and her eyes widened as she felt the pressure of my cocktip on her cervix.  My words may have overcome her apprehension at that deep pressure for, with a tremulous whimper, the aroused juvenile went completely limp beneath me as I thrust all the way home until her hard cervix was displaced and her soft labia were wrapped around the hairy base of my throbbing tool.

"Oohhh...oohhhh Joe!  You did it!  You got it all in!  I can take it!" Kimberly's eyes had opened and her proud expression was a delight to see.  "I never thought it'd fit," she added and, tentatively, she wriggled her hips.

"I knew you could take it, Kim.  You're a big girl."  I was now fucking her underaged body with full-length, adult thrusts and, still supine, the young girl was taking me effortlessly.

I pulled myself higher up on her thick frame.  God.  Only twelve years old, I marveled as I fucked the big, fat youngster.  And she liked it.  I could sense her pleasure from her sighs and the responding pressures of her soft, fat hips meeting my thrusts.  Her juvenile vagina was a heavenly receptacle, so tight-clasping yet pliant and the suction of the twelve year old passage was drawing my sperm from my aching balls.  Kim may not have been my youngest fuck but she was certainly the readiest at that age.

"Joe...uh...uh...Joe...it's...uh...it's gonna cum," she suddenly gasped and her legs began to jerk and thrash and I felt the soft squeeze as her tiny, cuntal muscles contracted.  It was almost as if she didn't know what was happening.  Her young, fat body was jerking and making little upward bucks as I mercilessly drove into her snug channel.

"Yuh...yuh...yuh," her childish gasps sounded.  "It's cumming!" and I felt the hot pressure at the base of my spine. I ground against her fat, young hips, remodeling her adolescent interior, pushing her cervix aside with the mindless fervour of my thrusts.  Her warm, soft body quivered and jerked and I think she may have felt the extra swelling of my tool as that ultimate thrill engulfed me.  My gism spurted, jetted, gushed into the youngster's juvenile channel, blasting right up into her immature womb and I felt it, wet and slick, as it filled her, surrounding my plunging cock.

"Oohhhh...oohhhh Joe...that was the most" she sighed as I slumped down on her softly quivering frame.  Kimberly's matter-of-fact acceptance of being fucked by her mother's lover absolved me of any guilt, I thought, as I let my cock soak in her cum-flooded, underaged fuckwell.  And, without doubt, although she lacked her mother's skill, her pubescent tightness and plasticity more than made up for that lack.

During the three months that I continued to spend weekends with her mother, Kimberly provided me with a delightful alternative to Vicki's voluptuous body and the tightness of her pubescent pussy drew me back for more visits.  Then Vicki began talking about a more permanent relationship and using some subterfuge or other I broke off our liaison.

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                      Erotic Odyssey II – College & Beyond

                                    Chapter Four                   

                                 Shameless Sibling

After I got into her that first time Janey yielded again and again albeit reluctantly when I agreed to use a condom although she had doubts about the safety of condoms.  Then, gradually, during our frequent weekends together through the fall, I persuaded her to rely on the rhythm method so, some of the time I was able to enjoy the greater pleasure of feeling her snug, juicy softness clasping my bare cock.

After Christmas, which I spent with my family, I went to visit her and meet her family again.  Things were getting serious.  Janey definitely had marriage on her mind.  Fortunately, however, she'd developed an appetite for sex and, even with her parents sleeping nearby, we fucked, lap-style, the first three nights of my visit.  I knew Janey's sister, Nancy, who was two years younger than she and still in college with me.  I had not, however, paid much attention to her. Nancy was shorter, about five feet, four inches tall, attractive with a strong jaw line, large mouth and blonde hair.  She was stocky, wide-hipped but not at all fat, and had I not been going with Janey, I might have had some interest in her. Until my visit I had not really talked to her that much, however.

"You can sleep in tomorrow," Janey whispered as she dismounted from straddling my lap, a dribble of gism seeping from her thoroughly ploughed sex after our nightly coupling. "I have to go shopping with Mother and we'll be gone all morning."

"I can use the rest, darling," I sighed. "God, Janey, you're sure a hot piece."

"Don't talk like that, Joe," she protested. "I hope nothing happens...like...you really should've used protection."

"I know, Janey...but.."  I cupped her cum-slimed cunt and slid a finger into her, "It's so much better without it.  Isn't it better for you, too?"

"It is...but?" and she wriggled her hips.  "No...no...we can't...they might hear us, Joe," Janey said, pulling away from my teasing fingers.  "I can't wait 'til we can do this without being afraid."

The edge was off my desire so I didn't try for more. I must admit that her expectation of marriage cooled me somewhat, also. I liked her a lot and she was definitely a good sex-partner but marriage was not in my plans for the immediate future.  I went back to sleep and awakened only when something caused my bed to sag.

"She's a hot piece, is she?"  I opened my eyes to see Janey's sister, wearing a short, sheer nightgown, sitting cross-legged on the bed beside me.  "You must be something special to get Miss Goody Goody to come across."

"My God, Nancy? What're you doing here?"  I asked, shocked to see her nearly naked form beside me and to hear what she's said.  "What do you mean?"  I grunted sleepily.

"She didn't wear you out, anyway," Nancy said in a husky voice as she gently grasped my renewed morning erection that was tenting the sheet that covered it.  "Mmmm...feels good...no wonder she got hot."

"Somebody'll see you Nancy," I protested weakly, a hot thrill shooting through my groin at her touch. Her long nipples were sticking out under the flimsy gown, pointing up from her surprisingly large breasts

We're all alone, Joe. Just you and me and this," she said, slowly running her tongue over her lips in a sexy gesture as she gave my cock an extra squeeze to define 'this'.  And then she was pulling the sheet down and straddling my naked hips.  "I've been wanting this all night," she grunted as she squatted astride me and pulled her nightgown off over her head.  “And especially since I saw Janey screwing you this morning.”  Then the brazen, young woman guided my prick to the gaping slit between her widely splayed legs.

"Nancy...my Gawwwd," I moaned as she lowered her hips and I felt my cock being engulfed by the snug wetness of her vagina.

"Oohhh yeah," she sighed as she settled down on me. "I never took one as big as this before."  As always the compliment, whether faked or real, sent a thrill through me that enhanced the physical pleasure from the girl’s hot cunt.

I opened my legs so that her firm bottom sank lower, feeling the hardness of her cervix against my cocktip as she began to rotate her hips. The fleshy undersides of her breasts bulged out, tilting the tips upward, the heavy globes swaying in a circular jiggle as she fucked me. I needed a piss, the real cause of my erection, but it could wait. I reached out to heft her heavy tits and stroke her flaring hips, enjoying the unexpected pleasure of her shapely body.

"Don't go off yet," she cautioned, "I need a quickie first," and then she was pushing down, grinding her mons against my pelvic bone, gasping and panting as she came quickly to a climax.

"Are you sure nobody'll come," I groaned as I felt the spasms of her sheath contracting on my tool.

"Only me, Joe...Aahhh...only me," she panted as she pumped rapidly.  "She always picks the best guys, Joe, but you're the best ever."  Nancy tilted her pelvis forward, gripping my hips with her knees as her motions stopped.  "But the other guys...they hadn't fucked her so they couldn't hold it. You're not going to be like that are you, Joe?"

"I don't understand, Nancy? What do you mean?" I began to thrust up at her, savouring the soft clasp of her passage.

"Miss Goody Goody is a tease, Joe.  She gets her guys all hot and bothered, and then leaves them high and dry.  Except you.  Did you have to force her?  I mean, the first time?  I know you didn't this morning."

"No...oh God, Nancy, we shouldn't be doing this," I said although I had really no qualms about it.  "It isn't fair to Janey."

"Who cares," Nancy replied as she began to move on me.  "I've been finishing what she started since I was fourteen.  She's a bitch, a scheming cocktease.  I'm glad you fucked her, Joe.  Now she can't put on the purer than thou, high and mighty act because I screw and she doesn't."  Her jugs were bouncing now as she established her rhythm.  There was no doubt that she'd done this lots, her smooth plunges completely different from her sister's erratic but more passionate wriggling when she was on top.

"You're good, Nancy...gooood," I murmured as I began to maul her meaty, hard-nippled udders and pushed up to meet her downward thrusts . "Did I waste last year...not knowing about you?"

"Unnngh...Gawwwd...I feel like you're going right through me," she grunted.  "If I'd known that you were screwing Miss Goody Goody I'd likely have raped you...for sure I would've if I'd known you were this good."

In spite of her words, I didn't think Nancy was really that hot.  I suspected getting her sister’s lover more than the actual act of fucking turned her on but the juicy snugness of her twat and the feel of her large breasts were nonetheless exciting.  "That's the way, baby...fuck me... move that lovely ass, Nancy...move it

Oh yeah...oohh yeaahh...so big...love it," she crooned breathlessly and I felt a quickening in her response. "Are you going to cum?"

"Soon baby…soon," I gasped but my almost overpowering need of my morning piss was serving to delay my climax. "Cum with me baby...cummm."

"Yeah...oohh yeah.." Nancy panted and she increased the tempo of her thrusts. "I love it...love it.."

I felt the familiar pressure in my loins and opened my legs wider so that Nancy's ass sank even lower and I was totally engulfed, right to the root of my cock, in her snug passage. Since I’d discovered the technique I was using it every time I got a girl on top and this time, especially, I could see that Nancy felt the added depth.  I grabbed her writhing hips and pulled her hard against me as my passion peaked.

"Hunngh...unnngh...yunnh...cum...Cumminnnggg.." she panted and I felt her sheath contract as she jerked above me "Yunnhh…Hunnh ... cummm," she moaned and I wasn't sure if she was revealing her own state or inciting me to go off.  It didn't matter.  I was past the point of caring as I felt the hotly debilitating spasms paralyze me and I exploded into her.

"Nancy...baby...oohhhh baby," I gasped as my gism flooded her hotly contracting corridor and bathed my deeply buried organ.

"Yunh...Yunh...Yunh," the young woman exclaimed and her pelvis seemed to jerk with each spurt into her humid depths. She slumped forward then, her jiggling breasts coming to rest on my chest as I put my arms around her and held her.

"Was it good for you, Nancy?"

 "You know it was." She wriggled her body against mine and placed a wet, sloppy kiss on my mouth.  "Janey's always had good taste in men."

I glanced at the bedside clock. It was half past nine.  "Maybe we'd better get decent.  We don't want to get caught like this, do we?"  I actually wasn't sure how she felt about that.  She was definitely not the usual younger sister but I suspected that, even if she might want to let Janey catch us, she wouldn't want her mother to know.

"There's lot of time. They won't be back until after lunch."

"I have to go to the bathroom," I grunted as I pushed her off.  My bladder was bursting although that may be why I still had an erection.  It took me a while to urinate, waiting for my erection to subside enough to permit the liquid to flow.  Nancy was really something, I mused.  It wasn't the fist time I'd screwed sisters and it wasn't as if I was married to Janey but there was still a certain lewdness about it that added a salacious extra to the act.

"C'mere," Nancy murmured, a dreamy smile on her face as she held her arms out to me.  She was sprawled on her back, legs widespread in open invitation, but I didn't get between them.

"God, Nancy. I'm not a Superman," I protested. In fact, at that moment, I felt anything but. I hadn't had as much sleep as I liked and I was more interested in sleeping than copulation.

"I guess I'm spoiled. I forgot that you already had my sister every chance you got this week."

Nancy fondled my limp penis. "Before...the other times...the guys were...you know...she'd teased them but she hadn't screwed them. Except figuratively, of course.  How'd you get her, Joe?  She must really love you?"

"I don't want to talk about her," I replied, looking at Nancy's voluptuous breasts and feeling a pang of guilt but also feeling a renewed stirring of my libido.

"But I do," my new lover said with a wicked smile.  "I like it best with her guys.  Like you."  And then the busty, young woman was on her way to the bathroom, returning a moment later with a wet facecloth

It turned me on...knowing that you'd made love to her," Nancy murmured.  She was washing my genitals gently, her hands caressing me as she cleaned off the residue of our intimacy.  She leaned down and planted a kiss on the tip of my flaccid organ.  "And it was better, too.  Like I said, the other guys...they were all so hot...so strung out from her teasing that they went too quick.  But I bet she never did this for you."

I lay back and watched as Nancy held my limp penis up with two fingers and, her eyes looking into mine, she slowly licked the shaft from its base to the tip. She repeated the sensuous caress several times and my tool began to swell. Nancy supported my larger but still limp organ in the warm, moist flesh-trough of her tongue.

"Oh God, Nancy...that feels good," I moaned as her upper lip completed the erotic encirclement. And then the teasing was over. She leaned forward, engulfing my cock with her mouth, her lips closing snugly around it while she titillated the sensitive foreskin with her tongue.

"She's never done that, has she?" Nancy asked, releasing her mouth grip for a moment, then diving down again.

"No...oh God Nancy...oohhhh yesss," I gasped as she hefted my balls. There was no doubt that she'd done this many times before.  Did I now have a little micro-harem?  Nancy's salacious lewdness complemented Janey's shy reluctance and, as the busty, young woman paid oral homage to my fucktool, I felt total, sensual satisfaction

I watched her face with fascination, watching my ever-burgeoning rod sliding between those soft, red lips and as she looked up at me a thrill of guilt ran through me.  God.  I’d fucked my girlfriend’s sister and now I was letting her suck my cock. 

Nancy winked at me, pulled me out of her mouth.  “Am I doing it right?” she asked huskily.  My hips involuntarily jerked forward, trying to get back in her mouth as I moaned, “My God, Nancy!  You’re spectacular!”

The stimulation of watching my cock disappear into her smile as I complimented her placed the entire matter on a right now basis.  As the feeling rose from deep between my legs my left hand reached down and grabbed a handful of tit, and my right hand went to the back of her head.  I wasn't going to let her pull away at the last minute.

As my prostate began to swell and the feeling began climbing up toward that heavenly peak, she gripped my ball sack in a gentle but firm grip that seemed to slow down the approaching orgasm.  Her oral ministrations were extremely stimulating, but that strong but gentle hand had a calming effect and the two opposing feelings made the orgasm seem to take minutes to arrive.  My heart rate seemed to slow down and my heart thudded loudly in my chest as each suck moved me closer to my crisis.

Drained though I was by her sister, last night and by Nancy herself this morning the lewdness of being sucked by my girlfriend’s sister had brought about a complete recharge of my cum-depleted testicles.  Nancy was looking up at me, an impish glam in her eyes and she slobbered noisily, her saliva flowing profusely down over my cock as she sucked me.

Then suddenly I couldn't stand it anymore.  I felt like the king of the world.  Looking down at her slowly bobbing head and squeezing the heavy boob in my left hand, I wound my hand in her hair and jerked her head back and forth, each time forcing more of my dick into her mouth until she was almost choking, but she never pulled back.  When she reached between her legs and began playing with her pussy as I roughly jerked her head onto my cock, I couldn't believe what I was seeing.  She was getting off on the rough treatment.  I would like to have experimented more, but the tremendous mental and physical stimulation pushed me over the top, and with almost painful jets, I erupted.

“Glanngh,” sounded wetly from her throat as my semen jetted into her mouth and her hand closed around by bucking tool adding its strokes to the milking suction of her lips.  I could hear strangled gasps as she swallowed my gism and I know I moaned with satisfaction.

I collapsed, basking in the after-glow, my cock still twitching in her hand as she licked her lips and swallowed the remains of my tribute to her oral skill.  Then, squeezing up the length of my cock, she forced up a final dollop of sperm, and looking at me, and squeezing the huge drip onto her tongue, she let me watch her spread it around her mouth and slowly and with a sensuous grin, swallowed the entire thing.  Then, as though not yet satisfied, she sucked my cock clean of every last drop of cum, kissed my balls tenderly and sat back in her chair with a brilliant smile.

“Are you going to make Janey suck you, Joe?  I’d love to see that prissy mouth filled with your cock.”

“My God, Nancy.  Maybe I picked the wrong girl?”

“Nah.  She’s the right one for you.  But you could sure make me happy if you got her to suck you.”

Nothing more happened with Nancy and not long after that visit I became involved with another woman.

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                      Erotic Odyssey II – College & Beyond

                                       Chapter Five

                                              Venturesome Val

I'd become friendly with Valerie, a slender but shapely sophomore, during my junior year. It was known that Janey and I were paired so there was no thought of a romantic attachment between Val and me, or at least no admitted thought. The relationship remained outwardly platonic for several months but it was a frustrating several months for me.

My frustration was not especially romantic in nature. Val was a pretty, strawberry blonde with long, shapely legs, narrow waist, nicely rounded hips, compact but prominent ass and firm, C-Cup breasts. Janey was, at last, putting out for me after last summer's successful conquest of her virginity but I saw her very seldom. I could sense interest on Val's part and it was rumored that she was screwing one of the football players. The thought of getting between those long legs gave me many a hard on.

"But Joe? What about Janey?" Val pushed me away after a deep, wet, tongue-tangling kiss, our first.

"It's over," I lied, or at least, half lied. She was a good fuck but we weren't really getting along that well any more. And right now, standing in a dark room with a party going on next door, I didn't care. Val's legs had opened easily to admit my thigh, my hands were clasping her firm, round bottom and she'd kissed me like a soft, wet vacuum cleaner. Again her mouth opened under mine and I was reaching for the hem of her skirt.

For the next five minutes there wasn't any conversation, just the sounds of her laboured breathing and the rustle of her clothes as I lifted her skirt and pulled up her blouse. At first I was just pushing the bulge of my erection against her but when I got my pants open to free it and push against her silken panties, she still didn't object.

"Hannh? Hannh?" she panted when I pushed her panties down over her ass.  She sounded nervous but she wasn't saying no. I bent my knees slightly and my tool was between her warm thighs, nestling against her wet, furry fucknest. She rose up on tiptoes as I guided my knob to the aperture and I heard the rip of her panties as she opened her legs wider against their binding constraint. Damn. Why hadn't I taken them off completely?  But it didn't matter. The flimsy undergarment tore and her legs were apart enough for my purposes.

"Oohhhh," her breathy sigh sounded as I pushed up, sheathing my throbbing tool into her snug, wet depths.  It was awkward, my first vertical fuck, but it was good.  I squeezed her firm asscheeks as I fucked her with short, hard jabs, evoking sharp grunts from her as my hips battered hers. And it worked.  Fucking this way brought the shaft of my cock in firm, sliding contact with her clit and, as effectively as if I'd been rubbing it with my finger, I was bringing her off.

"Yunnh...yunnh...yunnngghhh!"  The breath rushed from her lungs as her body stiffened in orgasm and then she was hanging on to me as her legs lost their strength.  I was holding her up with my hands under her flexing buttocks and it felt like my cock might break from the downward pressure of her pubis as she slumped against me.  The sensitive underside of my foreskin was being pushed against the softly clasping bottom of her vagina and I exploded, shooting my sperm up into her juicy passage.  Just then we heard a noise at the door and, afraid of being caught, I pulled out.

"Now now...none of that, eh," my roommate Mac said as he came into the room. But, luckily he didn't turn on the light.  We were just another necking couple, as far as he could see.  He turned and left but, in the light from the still open doorway, Val and I both saw the dribble of creamy gism that ran down her inner thigh to make a puddle on the floor.

"It only happened once before you did it, Joe," Valerie whispered as I began to unbutton her blouse.  We were under a blanket on a bed in a deserted, summer cottage and the late winter night was cold. With one of her girlfriends, she had gone out a window of their residence and now, shortly after midnight, I knew I was finally going to be able to truly savour her delightful body and, I hoped, make up for the frustration she must have felt from the several vertical couplings we'd had since that first night. She'd relieved me all right, but she, herself, hadn't cum, except for that first time. And even my relief had been something less than perfect with the awkwardness of standing in any of several dark, cold corners and the sensitivity loss because I was using a safe. Tonight, risky or not, I was going to fuck her, bare-pole.

"I don't care, Val, as long as you like me," I whispered.  I didn't add that I didn't believe her.

"It was my cousin. I was only twelve.  My mother wouldn't believe me."

"You're lovely, Val," I murmured and then our mouths were mashed together in a sloppy, loose lipped kiss while I fumbled with the clasp of her bra.  Her breasts, though not large, were a handful, firm and springy to my touch with long, hard nipples.  My mouth moved lower to kiss and suck her tits while, with her help; I removed the rest of her clothes.

Cold or not, the blanket didn't remain over us.  I rolled on top of Val's naked body, her long legs opening to cradle me warmly.  I rose up and, in the soft light from the full moon; I got my first look at her naked body.

Slender though she was, the curves of Val's body were generous, her waist tight and slim, breasts opening out like an alabaster flower above and hips that flared out from her waist and melded with the full shapeliness of her long, pale legs.

"Oohh God, Val, you're beautiful," I sighed as I raised my hips to free my organ from the warm trap between her thighs.  It sprang up to lie on her firm, flat belly, slightly darker in hue than the whiteness of her flesh.  She raised her head to look down as I rubbed my fat penis on the cool flesh.

"Oohh Joe? Oohh?" she gasped and fixed her fascinated gaze on it as if hypnotized. Then, although she'd had it in her several times, she said as if in awe, "It's wonderful."

I guided it lower then and, for a moment, her pelvis tilted down as if trying to escape.  But only for a moment.  When I nestled the knob in the soft, wet crevice, her deep eyes became half-lidded and she bent her legs, tilting her hips receptively. She wanted it as much as I did. I pushed in.

"You're wonderful, darling," I sighed as the snug, wet softness enclosed me. I knew she'd had others before me but, as I watched her pretty face, I became certain she'd never had a slow, relaxed fuck.  Her eyes widened, her mouth formed a quivering, red O that seemed to express both delight and apprehension and I felt her thighs clasp my hips as if to restrain me.

 "Joohhh...Joohhhh," she moaned as, inch by thick inch, I filled her.  And then the gap between our bodies was gone and I felt my organ push on and displace the cushiony tip of her cervix.  Her eyes squeezed shut, her thighs flopped open and, with a fierce, final thrust I drove the last inch into her.  "Hunnhh!" exploded loudly from Val's lips and, arching her back, she thrust her breasts up and back with the shock as we were joined completely.

As I’ve said, I know that a woman’s vagina is elastic and can handle much larger cocks than mine but Val’s cunt in its natural state was shorter than most and the feeling I got from battering her cervix was one of delightful power and maleness.

I came down on her, feeling her firm breast-mounds like solid pillows under my chest, the long, hard nipples sticking into me like blunt nosed bullets. I moved against her, my hips and belly sliding, rotating against her firm flesh and, despite the cold, I could feel the slick moisture of our lust- generated sweat. I'd been in her before, but never this far, never all the way, and I could sense a response in her body that vastly exceeded anything between us, so far.

Val grabbed my head, pulling it down until our mouths were together and, digging my knees into the mattress, I began to fuck her. The soft, pliant walls of her vagina rippled aside in hot, receding waves before my thrusts and her tongue slithered in and out of my mouth in a lewd parody of what was taking place between our legs. Damn, I thought, she's a hot piece.

"Oh yes, Val darling, fuck me," I moaned and, as if on command, she began squirming and arching her body upwards, writhing against me as she panted and wailed with raggedly gasping breath. I slipped my hands under the half-moon orbs of her satin smooth buttocks and hauled her loins up tight against my own and felt her pull her thighs back even further to accept my plunging cock.

"Yunh Joe...Yunnhh...hurry...hurry," Val panted and her motions became faster, the tempo of her upward thrusts more urgent.

"Are you going to cum, Val? Are you cumming?" I knew I was going to go off. There was no way I could hold it back, not with her wild, wonderful undulations and the smooth, silky feel of her body.

"Yunnh...Yunnhh...now...NOWWW," Val cried out, loud enough I was sure that the other couple must hear and know what was happening. Her hands clutched me with the force of a madman, digging into my shoulders and her knees stretched back so that her buttocks were wriggling under my thighs as I hammered her firm hips with desperate force.

"Oohhh Gawwwd," I heard my voice exclaim as I suddenly felt the hot press of her orgasm squeeze around my cock and her fleshy cuntal lips began to clasp my penis hungrily. Her long legs were wrapped around my waist, her heels hammering my buttocks, as she jerked and gyrated under me and then, just as I felt the thick, viscous liquid begin its mad race the full length of my bloated cock, her legs fell away and she was lying under me, trembling and whimpering and holding my shoulders.

"Joohhh...oohhhh Jooohhh," Val sighed breathlessly and, at that moment I felt as if my cock was as big as a cannon and threatening to come out of her mouth. Although Val was motionless beneath me now, except for her trembling, the frantically pulsing walls of her vagina milked my exploding penis as if they were starving and, as my semen spurted into that writhing channel, it clasped and unclasped desperately, seeking each further lewd squirt. Seldom had I felt so virile as now, my tool bucking and spurting into Val's welcoming depths, hearing her soft moans and gasps and feeling like even my aching balls were up inside her cunt.

"Val, darling...you're wonderful," I sighed as I came to rest, full weight on her slack, open frame. I could feel the trickle of hot gism squeezing out of her vagina, bathing my sac, as I ground against her firm hips. Could I fuck her again, tonight? I'd planned to make her cum at least three times before I went off but she'd been too good, her athletic body too exciting for me to wait.

"Oohh Joe darling...I've never felt anything like that...none of the times before when we did it...Oohhh Joe, I wish I could be like this forever."

"Hey you guys...we have to go," Mac called from the next room.

"Okay," I replied, and then whispered, "Maybe we can go to a hotel when we get back?"

"Oh Joe, I want to," Val sighed and erotically she wriggled against me, "but they'd know. I can't. Not tonight."

It was spring.  The weather was warm and the hot blood of spring love was coursing through my veins.  Actually it wasn’t blood and it wasn’t in my veins but it was hot.  Val had become as difficult as Janey and for the same reason.  She was afraid of getting pregnant and what was coursing through my system was hormones and a painful ball-load of sperm. 

I suspect that the female equivalent of my hormones were coursing through Val’s system too.  We had found a small patch of grass that was dry and warm and were making passionate love.  Except that I didn’t have a condom and it was hands only love.  I was fingering Val’s sloppy-wet pussy and she was stroking my throbbing tool and I was begging her to let me fuck her again.

“No Joe…it’s not safe.  I’d die if you made me pregnant.”

“But Val?  I’m in pain.  Will you?  Like?  Use your mouth?”

“Oh Joe…I don’t want to.  But…like… there’s another way.”

“What, darling?  What is it?”  My hand was on her pussy sliding up and down the slippery slit between her cuntlips while her hand held my cock in a stranglehold.  She released her grip on my tool and reached between her legs to guide my hand lower.

“Mmmm,” she sort of sighed when my fingertips touched the crinkly corrugation of her anus.  It felt hot and soft and it too was slick from the juices that had flowed down her cuntal slit to the crack of her ass.  “Julie says she lets Mark do it there and it’s safe.”

I’d never thought of assfucking before but at that moment I’d have fucked any hot, female orifice.  “How?  Did she say?”

Val’s panties were already off and she rolled over then and got to her hands and knees.  “She says like this,” and as I saw the pale globes of my girl’s ass in the moonlight, I got to my knees behind her.

“Be careful, Joe.  You’re bigger than…it might hurt me.”

It was many years later that I understood what she meant when she said ‘bigger than’.  In an alcoholic stupor she confessed that the ‘cousin’ who had raped her had been an uncle and it hadn’t been just once.  She’d been a plump, busty pre-teen and, fearing that he’d knock his young niece up, he used her nether orifice as a depositary for his incestuous sperm.  That was, of course, after he’d devirginated her and fucked her several times in the more conventional way.  Naturally that night I knew nothing of this and thought that Val, like I, was exploring new vistas of sensuality.

Had I been of a suspicious nature I might have wondered at the practiced way in which the eighteen-year-old girl assumed position for assfucking.  She lowered her shoulders to the grass, resting her head on her forearm and looking back at me.  Her skirt fell away to reveal her lovely, bare ass, her hips appearing wider than usual as she moved her knees wider apart and waited to be buggered.

She was wet from the top of her vulva down into the valley between her firmly rounded buttocks and I began by guiding my tool into her cunt slit.  Kneeling as she was, her pussy bulged out between her thighs and I pushed into her snug receptacle.

“No…Not in me…Not there…It’s my time. No Joe.  It’s not safe,” she protested and she squirmed away so that my cock slipped out of her soft fuckwell.

There wasn’t much light from the moon which kept disappearing behind clouds but my fingertips identified the target.  My cock was wet and slippery from my own voluminous pre-cum and its brief sojourn into Val’s flooded cuntal slit.  I placed the bulbous knob at what my fingers identified as her anal orifice and pushed.

For a moment I doubted that I could get into the tiny opening but Val held her hips steady and I felt a yielding, elastic give to the resistance.  Then suddenly the sphincter seemed to surrender and the head of my cock popped into the hottest, tightest channel it had ever entered.

“Eeeassyyyy,” my girlfriend hissed sibilantly.  “Go slow.  It hurts a bit.”

I needed no encouragement to go easy.  It felt as if the skin of my cock was being stripped back from my boner and it may have hurt me as much as it hurt her.  I waited for the burning sensation to lessen while, as the moon again came out from behind its cloud cover, I looked at her pale, rounded ass.

The sight was delightfully erotic.  The moon was bright now and her body looked like a pale, white pear supported by two, widespread leg-columns.  I held her warm hips, stroking the silky skin and spreading the firm hemispheres of her ass to see where my cockhead was buried.  Val looked as if she was about to say something but she didn’t speak.

I began pushing in deeper as slow as I could until a little more than half of my prick was buried in her ass.  The feel was incredible.  It was similar to sticking it in her pussy, but much tighter and less slippery.  Her asstube seemed to clutch at my cock and I held the twin melons of her ass apart and squeezed

I’d been on the verge of climax when I’d entered and I may have had a micro-orgasm when her tight orifice first surrounded my knob for now I was again in command of my senses.

“It’s OK now, Joe,” Val said softly.  “You can put it all in.”

I was happy to oblige, since I was enjoying the unique pleasure of having my cock wrapped in an entirely new experience.  Val’s tight anal tube twitched spasmodically every few moments, increasing the already strong pressure that surrounded my cockshaft in the tightest grip it had ever felt.  I spread her asscheeks wider with my thumbs and pressed forward as far as possible until my prick was buried all the way in her back channel.

“Does it feel good, Joe?  Do you like being…doing it there?”

“Oh God Val…you’re so tight,” I moaned and then her lush ass made a little push back at me.

“Touch me, Joe…touch me here,” and she grabbed my left hand and drew it down under her belly to her soft, wet pussy.

I’m a fast learner in some things and I bent down over her lovely, kneeling form and got my hand on her slippery softness, my finger finding her hard, little clit and rubbing it.  I slipped my other hand under her loosely hanging blouse, her bra already open from our earlier fondling and cupped her firm breast.

“Yeah…like that,” Val murmured and she pushed her ass back firmly, impaling herself on my rigid tool.

I’d had my share of virgin sheaths including some that were underaged but I’d never been in anything as tight as Val’s hot anal pipeline.  My cock seemed to be burning as if it were on fire and the tight grasping of her channel was holding me, forcing back the skin in an agonizing embrace.

As I began to fuck her tightly clasping chute her hand pushed mine out of the way and she began to stroke her pussy.  Her lush ass was making little wriggles and pushes and as my urgency grew I rammed into her as deep as I could go. 

I slid in and out of Val's asshole, gradually increasing the force of my movements.  Soon, I was bucking my hips forward to drive my cock all the way up her ass, then dragging it back, only to plunge forward again.  We were both getting very hot and passionate.  Val was making almost continuous moaning sounds and had begun jamming her hips backward to drive my prick deeper.  Between her thighs, her hand was rotating rapidly.  She moaned, groaned and whimpered as I fucked her ass with increasing vigor, really turned on by her obvious excitement.

Val’s fingers sometimes reached back to tug at my heavily swaying balls, adding to my pleasure.  I slowed down, kneeling upright behind her, savouring the salacious sight of her lovely, cock-plugged ass and the hot clasp of her anal passage on my throbbing tool.  She wasn’t as tight now and I was pistoning easily up into the deep, elastic warmth of her asshole.

“Yuh…Yunh…Yuh,” Val panted and her widely splayed asscheeks began a jerking, rotating motion that added to the eroticism of the moment.  The sensation was heavenly to me, my cock held tight all around, her movements sending wonderful little electrical jolts of pleasure up and down the entire length of my cock, and making my balls tighten in their sack.

I’d fucked her often enough to recognize her imminent climax and then with a breathless gasp she pushed back hard against my groin and began to shudder.

I looked down at my cock, jerked my hips back and slammed it home, slapping against her firm ass cheeks.  The obscene sight of my rampant bone plunging into her butthole while Val cried and jerked and shuddered in the throes of her orgasm sent me plummeting over the edge.  I felt the cum boil out of my balls and gush into her spasming asstube.  I slammed my prick in and out twice more, then buried it to the hilt, jamming it all the way up her butt, yanking Val back onto it as the last jets spurted deep into her back tunnel.

I slumped forward across Val's back, keeping my cock deep in her backside as she collapsed forward on her belly.  We lay that way for a while, with Val rolling her hips occasionally to work my prick inside her.  I kissed her back and the back of her neck and nuzzled her ear.

“Do you still love me?”  Val had collapsed with my final, ass-probing lunge and I was lying, still inside her, on the firmness of her lovely ass.

“Of course, Val,” I said softly although I’d never before used the word love with her.

It should have been obvious to me at the time that Val knew more about assfucking than just that “Julie says she lets Mark do it there”.  I don’t think that any of my first-time assfucks got as much pleasure and certainly none of them demonstrated as much skill as Val did.  Her uncle and maybe others had taught her lots.

Val was so much better at sex than Janey that my break-up occurred a few weeks later, but not before I'd once again taken advantage of Janey's reluctant acquiescence to confirm the difference.  When, soon after my graduation, Val became pregnant, we married in haste.  If I'd chosen Janey, instead of Val, I suspect I'd have had a faithful partner but then, if I had, I'd always feel guilty about my own infidelities.  And I know they'd have occurred, anyway. 

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                      Erotic Odyssey II – College & Beyond

                                                  Chapter Six

                                      Buxom Boozer

        It was a dark and stormy night. Actually, that's not quite right but I wanted to use that line. It's sort of like saying 'follow that cab' or 'take me to your leader'.

      It was dark and stormy but it was afternoon, not night. I was visiting my future wife, Val, and had walked downtown. The skies clouded up and, as I was walking back, they suddenly opened up in a veritable downpour. In a matter of seconds I was soaked and then I heard somebody call my name. Peering through the rain I saw someone beckoning to me from the verandah of one of the big, old houses that lined the street. Needless to say, I wasted no time in rushing to the offered shelter.

      "Boy, are you ever wet!"

      Wiping the water from my eyes I saw that my savior was BB, one of my girlfriend's best friends.  "Hi, BB. I think you saved me from being drowned."  I wiped my eyes again to get a better look at her.  Damn!  She had the biggest tits I'd ever seen.  And right then I could see a lot of them, too.  She was wearing a black, terrycloth robe which was loosely tied around her waist and gaping at the neck, open enough that I could see the swell of her huge, white, unbrassiered breasts, the pale flesh of her mountainous mammaries contrasting with the black robe.

      "You need a little drinkie-poo, Joe. I'll get you one."  She turned to go into the house, stumbling and bumping into a deck chair as she walked unsteadily to the door.  Was she drunk?  I didn't know her very well.  We'd been out with her for coffee a couple of times but she'd been quiet and shy and, although I had taken note of her sizeable bosom, she had otherwise seemed rather boring.

"God, what a downpour."  I followed her into the house, through the living room to the kitchen.  It looked like a disaster area. The sink was piled with dirty dishes, the counter covered with breadcrumbs and, under the sink; the trashcan was overflowing with empty fast-food boxes and cans.

"Oops."  She stumbled again and almost fell.  "I hope you like scotch," she mumbled.  There was an empty rye bottle on the counter and an almost full bottle of Chivas Regal.  BB sloshed a sizeable amount into a water tumbler. "Shorry...I don't have any ice," she slurred and handed me the glass.  "I hate this shtuff but the rye's all gone.  Guessh I'll hafta clean up this mess. They're coming home tomorrow...Mother and Father."

"Oh? Where are they?" I didn't really care but I asked just to make conversation as she turned to hand me my drink.

      "They're gone to some kind of church function" she replied although what she said sounded more like 'shum kinda schursh funshun'.  "You can add water if you want," and she took a grimy glass from the cupboard, rinsed it under the tap, and poured herself a drink, also.  "Yeech, I hate thish shtuff," she grimaced as she took a drink, and then led me into a little den or office off the living room.  "We'll shtay here so you can get dry," and she sprawled on the sofa.

"How do you like life at a women’s' college?"  BB attended an all-girl college operated by Nuns and, as far as I knew, didn't like it much.

"Sh'all right, I guessh.  Don't wanta go back, though.  Too boring," and with that pronouncement, she drained her glass with one gulp, grimaced and put her head back, closing her eyes.

"I guess it might be at that.  I know I wouldn't like an all male college.  Unless one like yours was right next door, maybe?"  Her lower jaw dropped and her red-lipped mouth gaped open.  Had she passed out?  Then, as if answering my unspoken question, she slid sideways and her shoulders came to rest on my lap, her robe dragged open so that one of her mammoth jugs flopped nakedly free of its covering.

Since my arrival, three days ago, Valerie had taken good care of my pent-up lust but, at the sight of BB's big, bare breast, I felt a hot stirring in my groin.  Damn?  What would it be like to have that soft body plastered to mine?  Was BB offering me the chance or was she just too drunk to know what was happening?  Tentatively, I cupped and hefted the huge, floppy fleshbag, squeezing it gently.  Her eyes opened and she uttered a faint whimper, then seemed to snuggle her shoulders down on my thighs.  Her lips parted, her pointy tongue projecting slightly from the corner of her mouth.  Was she conscious?

Big boobs turn me on and BB’s were certainly big.  When she didn't object to my initial fondling of that wonderful, malleable fleshbag, I pushed her robe open further to bare the other one and began to play with both of them.  The tips of her breasts, flattened by their weight, reminded me of saucers with crinkled, pink areola large enough to be the place where the cup bottom would rest.  Her nipples swelled and hardened to my touch, sticking out from the large, areola like little gophers on the prairie standing beside their burrows.  As I mauled the big fleshbags, BB wriggled her shoulders, an occasional soft whimper escaping her loosely gaping mouth and I convinced myself that she was only pretending to be unconscious.

BB squirmed and bent one leg, resting her knee against the back of the sofa, her robe falling away then to reveal her naked body in all its fleshy opulence.  I slid my hand down over the mound of her belly with its deep navel-hole to the next mound, her bulging mons with its short, curly hairpad. When my hand reached the top of her labial slit, she whimpered again and her other leg slid away until her foot was resting on the floor.  She was open now, her fat legs spread wide enough to make her lush body completely accessible and I cupped her soft, plump pussy.

Deep down I knew better but I told myself that she was just pretending that she'd passed out and that she wanted this as much as I.  Why else would she have called me in when she was dressed, or undressed like she was?  I fondled the fat fleshrolls of cunt, exploring the soft folds, touching the hot mouth of her vagina, rubbing her little clitoral bump that was, as yet, barely discernible.  I was disappointed.  As much as I was enjoying the tactile pleasure of playing with her opulent charms, it was becoming more difficult for me to maintain the fiction that she was a willing and conscious participant in my licentious assault on her senses.  And I was uncomfortable.  My erection was compressed almost painfully by my jeans and the weight of her head lying directly on it.

"C'mon, BB," I murmured as I eased her limp and unresisting body gently off the sofa onto the floor.  "We'll be more comfortable here."  I quickly pushed down my jeans and shorts, kicking them off as I lay beside her on the plush carpet.  Her huge breasts jiggled at each movement as I inserted one knee between her open legs and kissed her slack mouth.  At first there was no response.  Her lips were soft, her teeth parted easily so my tongue had free play within her hot, moist oral cavern while I continued to caress her pulpy cuntflesh.

It might have ended there.  My erection had wilted, despite the appeal of BB's voluptuous form . But then I felt her lips stir under mine and my finger was suddenly bathed with the hot, oily fluid that signaled, at last, that BB was becoming aroused.  I pursued my obscene course with renewed vigor and my organ swelled again to full erection.  Her tongue tangled with mine and her hot breath gusted into my mouth.  Now her clit was becoming engorged and my finger slid easily over the slippery bump.  Soft whimpers were sounding from BB's throat now and, once again I convinced myself that she knew what was happening.

The little room where we were had no windows, fortunately, but the door faced the big, living room window.  I got up and closed the door; just to be sure we'd have complete privacy.

BB was lying flat on her back, arms outflung, her robe completely open and her lush body essentially bared to my lecherous gaze.  Her breasts sagged outward and jiggled as she breathed.  Her belly was a convex mound, a little vertical dimple showing at her navel.  Her pubic hair was a curly cushion on her prominent mons and, below it, her sparsely furred labia formed a round edged crevice, parted by my intruding finger.

My mouth covered hers again and this time there was no mistaking her willingness to be kissed, conscious or otherwise.  Without breaking off our wet kiss and continuing to titillate her cum-trigger, I mounted between her loosely spread legs.  With my hand sandwiched between us, I lay on her, pulling up my t-shirt and squirming my chest against her huge, soft tit-melons, savouring their cushiony way they rolled under me.  What was she going to be like?  She was bigger than any woman I’d ever fucked, fatter, anyway.  I guided my tool to her slit and began to use it instead of my finger to agitate her juicy pussy.  I'd heard that women were slower to reach climax when drunk and, conscious or not, BB was definitely drunk so I wanted to bring her close to orgasm before I entered her.

"Glanngh," BB gasped when I pushed my tongue deep into her mouth and began to tongue-fuck the wet-lipped cavern.  I was sliding my prick up and down in her soft, hot cuntal slit and now, each time I paused at the portal, her broad pelvis gave a slight inward roll, as if trying to draw away from my cock.

It was different on top of her than on any of my other partners.  Her wide hips, supported by the unyielding floor and elevated by the depth of her big ass held me higher than I was used to.  I broke off our sloppy kiss and raised my upper body, balancing on one outstretched arm while I agitated her cuntflesh with my throbbing tool.  Below the bulge of her mons I could see her cuntlips, swollen and gaping, the monk's hood over her clitoris standing out in the gap.  It truly looked like the 'little man in a boat' as I directed the purple knob of my cock into the opening.  I could feel it, even though I couldn't see it and, as I pushed, the orifice dilated to enclose the sensitive tip with a glorious, moist heat. I hoped she was close. I knew I couldn't wait much longer.

BB's eyelids fluttered and her eyes opened, the first time I'd seen her open them since she'd slumped down on my lap while we were still on the sofa.   She looked at me blankly and I guess I realized then that she wasn't really aware of what was happening, not consciously so, anyway.  Her lips were wet and glistening, sort of trembling or quivering slackly and, at that moment, her mouth had a lewd, wanton appearance, an inviting sensuality.  Her breasts, the huge, twin fleshbags, jiggled with each panting breath from her open mouth, making little fleshy ripples on the jelly-like mounds.

I hooked my elbows under her knees and lifted her legs up and out, tilting her pelvis so that her gaping cuntal furrow was positioned for ploughing. Angling my legs I was able to position my feet at the base of the sofa and get a toehold to hold me up on her broad, deep hips.  My knob was already collared in the hot snugness of her vaginal portal and, savouring the moment, I pushed in.  Or tried to.  I'd been delighted by the surprising narrowness of the opening but then, when I encountered resistance, I was momentarily puzzled.  She couldn't be a virgin, could she?  Not at eighteen with a body like hers?  Unhampered by moral qualms, I pushed harder and she flinched, her pretty, full lips grimacing as my tool stretched her tough, unsullied hymen.  Then, although her pelvis seemed to retreat, the barrier parted like a flimsy gate as I speared the flimsy membrane.  BB's eyes opened wider, as did her mouth in a silent explosion of breath as I drove into her, the elastic corridor expanding to engulf my throbbing tool.

"Huunnghh," she grunted when I rammed into her, my initial, slow entry becoming a forceful, lust-driven thrust as her greasy sheath gripped me with delicious tightness.  My loins melded with hers and I released her legs, letting them flop out loosely to the sides.  She lay there, motionless except for the jiggling of her breasts and the roll of soft flesh around her middle as I fucked her.

I felt like I was completely surrounded by BB's body.  My chest was in the warm valley between her big, soft tits, her fleshy belly, hips and thighs were plastered to me and her juicy cunt was like a soft glove, clinging to my cock.  I slipped my hand between our bodies to massage her clit and, as I rubbed the hard, slippery nubbin, I detected a responsive twitch of her broad hips.  With difficulty I slowed my thrusts, writhing against her softness, relishing the pithy succulence of BB's well-padded frame holding mine.

As I mentioned, Val had been taking good care of me so, despite the delightful differences between my fiancée’s slender form and BB's lush, voluptuous body, I was in control of my passion.  The full-bodied, young woman lay open and acquiescent beneath me as I ploughed her tight, juicy channel.  If she was conscious, she was a consummate actress, I thought, but conscious or not, she was a fabulous, sensual experience.

For perhaps several minutes I used her like a soft, clinging hand, more or less masturbating myself with her first-fucked cunt. BB, drunk or not, was not a stone.  The effect of my plunging tool and my clit- teasing finger was affecting her and her response was exciting me.

Despite my efforts, I was unable to delay any longer.  BB's breathing was ragged, her voluptuous body plastic and tractable under me, around me.  I ground into her soft, pelvic saddle, the juicily clinging snugness of her vagina inflaming my passion.  I dug my toes into the rug, raising my upper body from her huge tit-pillows and I ploughed the hot tightness of her fuck-channel with relentless, uncaring force.

BB's big jugs bounced, her belly jiggled and her thighs flopped loosely as she took each hammering thrust.  Her eyes stared sightlessly at the ceiling and her tongue projected pinkly from her scarlet mouth as the ecstasy of orgasm consumed me and I exploded into the depths of her cunt.

As I felt the added wetness of my gism surrounding my bucking tool I once again massaged her clit, determined to bring her off, too.  Clasped in her snug, first-fucked channel, I remained erect and, then I felt a twitch, a tremor of her voluptuous hips and her thighs tightened on mine.  Her mouth opened in a silent moan and her eyes squeezed shut as I felt her sheath spasm, contracting on my cock, and her pelvis gave a series of short, uncontrolled jerks.

I lay on BB's softly twitching frame for another minute or so, my organ deflating not only because of my ejaculation but also because I was, belatedly, filled with shame at what I'd done.  It was rape as much as it had been with Barbara, years before, but maybe even worse, for BB had been essentially unconscious.  I dismounted but she remained spread-eagled nakedly on the floor.  A dribble of cum oozed from her sex and, showing red on her still gaping cuntlips, was the evidence of her ravished virginity.

Nervously, I went to the bathroom, which adjoined the den and dampened a facecloth.  How would she react if she regained consciousness right now? Not well, I was sure.  I cleaned away the blood and as much of the semen as I could but, while I was gently wiping her pussy, BB moaned and opened her legs wider, as if she was aroused by the warm cloth on her soft, sensitive cuntflesh.

Her robe was still on, that is, she was lying on it and her arms were in the appropriate armholes  so dressing her was not a problem.  But I couldn't leave her there on the floor.  I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, no easy task since she probably weighed at least 160 pounds.  Because it was even messier than the rest of the house, I assumed the bedroom I took her to was hers.  She put her arms around my neck and uttered a soft whimper while I carried her and I'm sure that, had I been so inclined, I could easily have had a second session right then.  But I was apprehensive, frightened by the possible outcome of my unprincipled lechery so, as soon as I placed her on the bed, I got dressed and left.

"I think BB has a crush on you, Joe."  Val's comment, although made with a smile, had a little bite in it.  "I'm going to get jealous.  I already am because she's so big, up top."

It was two days after I'd screwed BB and we'd just returned from having coffee with her in a local restaurant.  "Not likely, Val. She hardly knows me."  But BB's behavior had been strange.  I'd been very apprehensive about seeing her again but she gave no clearly definable sign that she remembered anything, or suspected it.  I'd told Val that I'd dropped in to her place to get out of the rain and that BB had been drinking, setting up a defense in case she made trouble but, of course, I hadn't told her anything more than that.

During the hour or so we'd spent drinking coffee, BB had glanced at me slyly and shyly and our knees had bumped under the table more often than chance would explain.  How much, if anything, did she remember?  I'll never know but I am sure that, even if she didn't remember, she suspected.  I wish I'd had an opportunity to see her alone again, but I never did.

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                      Erotic Odyssey II – College & Beyond

                                         Chapter Seven

                                      Temperature Rising

I felt a lot of guilt for what I’d done to BB and rightly so.  I resolved that in future I would limit my attentions to Val and if I couldn’t manage that, then to women who would not be hurt, physically or psychologically by any relationship.  Like most of my resolutions, it didn’t survive temptation.

Val and I were relying on the rhythm method of birth control because I didn’t like condoms nor did she.  But she was really strict, five days after and five days before her period and no other time.  This meant that for half the month I was celibate except for occasional solace in her nether orifice.

Professor Sharp, my chemistry professor, had taken a liking to me, or at least it seemed that way.  I suspected that his dark haired, busty wife had too, based on a few games of kneesies when I ate with them, as I often did.  Did she know that her hubby made a habit of giving some of the girls in his first year chemistry course a bit of special tutoring in male-female chemistry?  My Assistantship in the course had been offered the day after I'd blundered into his office just as he was giving one of those students, Eloise, an extra-curricular lesson, her buxom frame sprawled on his desk, her big tits flopping nakedly.  Later she begged me not to tell but the good professor was much more subtle.

And now, two months later, I was taking care of his daughter while he and his wife went away for the weekend. Not a bad assignment, since I got to live in their house and sleep in their big bed and drink his scotch, a luxurious change from the sparsely furnished room I had in the university residence.

"I'm cold.  It's freezing here, Joe.  You gotta do somethin'."

 "You'll just have to wear some sweaters and stuff to bed, Sally.  We can't do anything until the power comes back on."  I sipped some more of my professor's expensive, single malt scotch as I looked at his overweight, twelve year old daughter shivering with the cold.  "And take an extra blanket from your parents' bed."

"Uh, OK. But it's awful cold."

She was right, too.  The power had been off since late afternoon and it was almost ten o'clock with a blizzard raging outside.  In the light from the candles we had set up around the living room I watched her big assmelons bobble as she walked towards the stairs to her bedroom.  She was a big girl for her age, for any age for that matter, 5'6" tall and I bet she weighed at least 150 pounds.  In another year or so, if her breasts grew like her hips and ass, she'd be one helluva voluptuous piece of jailbait.

I took the half empty bottle of single malt with me, blew out the candles and went up the stairs to the bedroom. Yes, it was too cold to sit in front of an unlit fireplace.  Damn.  If only there'd been some wood so I could have lighted a fire.  Fortunately for me, Sally had not taken the extra blanket from their bed and, after another sip from my glass; I stripped off my clothes and got under the covers.

 Damn. If it wasn't for Sally I was sure I could've had Eloise here in bed with me.  And she'd keep me warm, for sure.  Or Val, of course but it was the wrong time of month and anyway I had a yen for Eloise's buxom opulence. And she'd let me know she was available too, even if it was just to keep me quiet about her ongoing dalliance with the professor.  I went to sleep with an ache in my groin.

 "Joe? Are you awake?"

 "Huh? Oh. Yeah. I am now."  Shit!   I’d finished the scotch and just as I was dreaming that Eloise was going down on me, Sally was standing beside the bed, a coat draped over her shoulders but, otherwise, wearing only a flimsy, mid-thigh nightgown.

"I'm too cold.  Let me get in bed with you, Joe.  You're s'posed to be taking care of me and that's what Mommy and Daddy would do."  And then, not waiting for an answer, the big, fat girl dropped the coat and slid under the covers beside me.  All I had time to do was roll onto my side to hide my raging erection before she was snuggled up to me, spoon fashion.  The hem of her short nightie had slipped up above her hips as she'd crawled into bed so she was, essentially naked; her big, soft ass nestled against my groin.  And then, as she wriggled her exposed, bulbous buttocks closer, my cock slipped into the deep crevice of her fat, young bottom.

"I don't think they'd approve of this, Sally?  I'm not your father."  God, she must feel it?  Those soft cheeks were cradling my tool and the tip was completely surrounded by her soft thighs.  Maybe I could pretend it was Eloise and just fuck that fleshy valley.

 "I'm not going to tell them. And you feel warm. Hot."

I slipped one arm under her chubby waist and the other over her and hugged her.  The youngster didn't know the meaning of hot, I mused, not the hot that I was experiencing, anyway, but she was cold, the soft flesh of her rotund belly like ice.  I began to caress her, the heat of my hands gradually warming her.  Higher, up under her loose nightie, I felt the bulges of her developing tits.  They were like oranges and, unlike the rest of her body they were firm.  The little nipples were hard as bullets from the cold and, although I warmed them, they remained erect and rubbery.  And then I was stroking her cool, meaty legs as she pushed back in innocent compliance against my belly, my lubricated cocktip sliding further between her fat thighs.

"I'm gettin' warm now. Am I making you warmer too, Joe?"

"Yes Sally. I'm a lot warmer."  She didn't know half of it.  I was hot as hell.  How far could I go with her?  She must feel my erection pressing against her?  Was she curious or something?  I insinuated a hand between her doughy, corpulent thighs and, artlessly, she raised her upper leg allowing me freer access to more secret places.

"I think I'm 'bout warm enough now, Joe?  You don't hafta...like...warm me there… all's I need to do is snuggle."

"I just want to be sure, Sally.  And I like the feel of you."  My fingers were stroking the creases where her legs joined her broad hips and between her belly bulge and her plump Venus mound.  As my hand strayed to the soft flanges of her unfledged sex, I felt her tense but she didn't try to turn away.  How much did she know?  I doubted that she was like Shirley or Esther.  Her mother had bemoaned the fact that Sally was a loner with no friends so she may not have had the opportunity to learn by hearsay, either?  Was I arousing her curiosity?  Or maybe her pubescent libido?

"Maybe I'll be warm enough in my own bed, now?"

"Perhaps, Sally.  But wouldn't you like me to show you how you can warm yourself when I'm not here?"  My fingers brushed her smooth, bulging labia and, when she didn't protest, became bolder, finding the narrow slit that bisected her fat, young snatch.  Yes!  Oh yes!  I felt the moisture, the slick, oily wetness that lubricated her pulpy, hairless, pre-teen pussy.

"Uh, whaddya mean, Joe? Like, how?"

"Like this, Sally," and I eased away from her, rolling her onto her back as I took one of her chubby hands in mine and brought it down between her legs.  She wouldn't feel as threatened, I reasoned; if I used her own hand to masturbate her.  And then all I had to do was to time it right.  She was big enough, for sure, even if she was only twelve.  I'd fucked other girls who were younger and smaller.

"Uh? Oh? Uh...are yuh sure it's OK to do this?"  But, even as she naively asked, her at thighs opened wider and I felt her fingers under mine digging into her ripe, young genitals.

I manipulated her hand on her secret places so that she was touching her sensitive bumhole and I guided her finger to her protruding, young clitoris.  She was breathing hard now, emitting little breathless gasps.

"Does it feel good, Sally? Do you like doing this?"

"Unh huh unh huh unh huh," the youngster panted, and I knew it was time for another advance.

"Feel me, too, Sally. Make me feel good, too," and I guided her other hand to my throbbing tool.

"OH! OH JOE!" the ingenuous juvenile exclaimed when I placed her hand on my rock-hard organ but, despite her innocence, she began to slide her fingers along the considerable length of my staff, spreading my dripping fluid over the taut skin.

"Oh yes, Sally. Yes. That feels so good," I whispered as I moved her other hand to my cock and used my hand to titillate her flowering, young twat.  The sensations were exquisite but they were special mainly because of the youth and innocence of my partner.  Her hands, reluctant at first, seemed to be caught up in the excitement that I felt, stroking and squeezing and giving me as good a handjob as I had ever experienced.

“It’s…hannh….wet Joe?  Slippery?”

“You are too, Sally.  We’re supposed to be like this.”

"Hunnh hanh…yunnh hannhh...hannhh," the fat, young creature gasped and her pelvis began to twist with the approach of orgasm.

 "Let me…there's a better way…this way," I urged as I rolled on top of her big, fat frame, kneeing her legs wider apart and guiding my prick to her juicy, squishy cuntflesh.

"Hannh...annnhh...annnhh," Sally panted, her little hands still grasping my weapon as, in the heat of her juvenile lust, she opened wider in innocent acquiescence to my lecherous assault.

 "Is it cumming, Sally?  Do you feel it cumming?"  I knew she was on the edge of climax but did she?

"Yunh unh unh huh…unh huh unh huh," she panted in the urgency of the unknown and, as her broad pelvis squirmed and rotated in the stress of her blossoming, young lust, I collared my knob in the elastic mouth of her fat, succulent cunt.  I pushed in, my ingress blocked momentarily by the fragile barrier of her hymen and then, as if my swollen, blunt organ was a sharp-tipped spear, the vestal membrane parted around the head of my cock and I plunged into her obese, young body, her virgin passage stretching and expanding to accommodate the length and thickness of my throbbing tool.

 "Hooo...whoooo," and, as if my cock was a plunger driving it out, the breath rushed from her lungs.  My body sank between her stout thighs and meshed with her broad, meaty hips as I pulled myself higher on her fat belly. I paused to savour the hot tightness of her cock-plugged sheath and to allow the big, young girl's body time to adapt to the expansion of her unsullied passage.

 "Ummmph...annnhh...oohhhh," Sally sighed, her close-fitting corridor clasping me like a velvet vise.

"Are you OK Sally," I asked solicitously, "did I hurt you?" and I wriggled against her tense, fleshy body, surprised by the ease with which I had demolished her virginity.  Tight though she was, her juvenile channel seemed to swallow my bloated organ like the two parts were machined and oiled to fit.

"Oohhh...oohhhh Joe? What are you doing to me?" she asked in a timid but curious tone.

"I'm fucking you, Sally," I replied as I ground against her softly yielding flesh, driving in as deep as I could and pushing on her cervix.  "I shouldn't be doing it but when a big girl like you gets in bed with me, I can't resist."  I insinuated a hand between our close pressed bodies to find and massage her clit.

"You s'prised me...you didn't tell me you were...you know...gonna put it inside me," the girl whimpered, her childish voice contrasting with the way her underaged sheath was so easily expanding around my tool.  Lying slack and docile beneath me, pinioned to the bed by my hips, she was at that moment almost like a soft, warm, inflatable love-toy.

"Did I hurt you?"

 "Yes...no...Sort of...just at first."

"It's going to feel better, Sally.  It just hurts the first time, at the beginning," and carefully I began a short fucking motion while I massaged her hard, little clitoris.  "Does it feel good yet?"

"No...Yes? I don't know?"  The obese twelve-year-old girl spread her fat thighs wider apart as gradually I lengthened my strokes.  I wouldn't last long, I knew, not with the juicy tightness of her juvenile sheath.  Then I felt a responsive tilt of her pelvis and I knew she was once more aroused.

"Are you mad at me, Sally?  For doing this?  Fucking you?"

"Nah...anh...it's OK.  I...annh...like it," she murmured breathlessly and I increased the tempo of my strokes as I felt her clit swell under my finger.

 "Cum, Sally...cummm," I urged as I felt the unschooled response of her body and her soft flesh seemed to enclose me. Her fat legs flopped loosely, her rotund belly bulged and she uttered sharp gasps with each inward thrust of my cock.

"Unh huh...unh hunh...unh huh," she panted receptively and then, as she uttered a sharp, half choked cry, her flabby thighs clasped me and her wetly clasping sheath twitched.  It was too much for my overheated state.  I felt the hot rush from my balls as my explosion began and, as my tool bucked and spurted into her underaged passage, her broad hips surged up to mine.  My cock was surrounded by the flooding wetness of my semen as it filled her spasming, sub-teen canal while her hands and arms hugged me in the desperate passion of her initiation.

"Are you OK, Sally?" I asked as she lay twitching and jerking beneath  me, her breath rasping like that of a long-time smoker.

"Yunh...unh...yunh...oohhh Golly...is it over?"

"For now, Sally." There was a wet, slurpy sound from her vagina as I made a few last thrusts with my draining fucktool.  "Will you come to bed with me tomorrow night, too?"

Uh...yeah...I guess so?  But?  Like?  We're not s'posed to do this, are we?"  She gave a little, rolling wriggle of her soft body as she asked.

"No...but it made you warm, didn't it?"

"Yeah? But?  What I felt?  You know?  What did you do inside me?"

"I went off, Sally. Maybe I'll show you tomorrow.  You're a big girl, Sally. You were ready for it."  There was a wet, sucking sound as I withdrew from her cum-flooded, juvenile snatch.  "But it's our secret. OK?"

"Yeah. I like having secrets," she sighed as I rolled off her limp, fat body.  "S'peshly with you."

I fucked Sally again in the morning when we woke up.  She was shy and nervous at first but after I got her to sit on top she performed beautifully.  Before the weekend was over little Sally was an accomplished bed-partner despite her age.

It never happened again and, to my dismay, I never got Eloise either.

                      Erotic Odyssey II – College & Beyond

                             Chapter Eight

                             'Salacious Seatmate'

The rhythm method is not infallible and despite Val’s conscientious adherence to the schedule she became pregnant just before she was due to graduate.  We married as soon as we could and moved to the city where I was working.

I had been married less than a year when I experienced my first real temptation to be unfaithful.  In my own defense I have to say that it wasn't my idea.  In fact, I was a very reluctant participant in the initial stage.  I had been on a brief assignment in a town some two hundred miles from home base and, when I was due to return home, John, my boss at the time, offered me a drive.  He had been there also and, in fact, had lived in the town for many years.

His wife and his eighteen-year-old daughter were with him as well so I ended up sitting in the back seat with Marlene, his daughter. She was a reasonably pretty girl, great legs and ass although not much in the tit department. She was in her final year of high school and, as we started out on the four-hour trip, she began to dominate the conversation.

It was a fall evening and dark already when we left, after supper.  There was no moon that night, not that I noticed, anyway, but the fall sky was a maze of bright stars.  We talked politics, the daughter being an outspoken liberal and therefore at odds with the rest of us, which may partially explain why she dominated the conversation.  After all, she was arguing with three people.  After an hour or so, however, we seemed to run out of political topics and things were quiet for a while.

"Do you know anything about the stars, Joe?"

"Not much, Marlene? Do you?"

"Only the movie type," her father chimed in from the front seat.

"Oh Dad...don't put me down like that," Marlene protested although from what I'd seen she was seldom put down about anything.  "But I don't know much...about either the movie or the sky varieties."

"You know the Big Dipper, don't you?"

"Sure, everybody knows that…them. And the Little Dipper, too."

"Can you find the North Star?"

"No. I guess I wouldn't be a good navigator, would I?"

"See...there's the big dipper.  Ursa Major, I think is the technical name."  I didn't know that, still don't, but it sounded good and I suspected that nobody else there knew either.  I was enjoying talking with them, with Marlene in particular.  She was mature, intelligent and well read and, although she was only a high school senior, I very much wanted to impress her.

"And that's Orion, the hunter," I continued after showing her how to find the North Star.  We'd been twisting around a lot in our search for stars and her parents, after John's initial sally, seemed uninterested.  As we leaned back to look up through the back window, our faces touched.  She didn't pull away and, if anything, she pressed her cheek more firmly against mine.  At the angle of our heads, the corners of our mouths were almost in contact and, under different circumstances, I'm sure I would have tried to steal a kiss.  But she was only a high school girl and her parents were in the front seat.  I finished my limited lecture on the heavens and settled down in a forward facing position but now, after our star gazing, Marlene was seated closer to me, her thigh pressed firmly to mine.  I liked it and, had we been as close as that under different circumstances, I know I’d have tried to get even closer

All was silent except for the sound of the tires on the pavement as we continued on the trip.  Marlene's leg was moving, however.  First it was just an occasional extra bit of pressure against mine but soon it was different, a sliding motion, almost a caress.  Once I'd convinced myself that it wasn't just the effect of the car's swaying and bouncing, I began to reciprocate.  It was enjoyable, frustrating but exciting, especially with her parents in the front seat.  I felt Marlene's hand on my thigh and peered anxiously at the front seat.  John was concentrating on the highway and it looked like his wife had dozed off.  And it was dark in the car.  I put my hand on Marlene's thigh. Under the woolen kilt-style skirt she wore, her thigh felt full and firm, just like it had looked in daylight.  When I did that, she snuggled acquiescently closer.

Gradually the girl's hand moved higher and I shifted position to allow my bulging erection some freedom under my pants, which fortunately with the style of the time, were loose at the crotch.  I also had slowly moved my hand higher but the wool skirt was to thick to allow more than a feel of the shape of her legs.

Marlene's head was on my shoulder but, even if John could see anything in the rear view mirror, I knew it would look innocent enough.  And then Marlene's other hand was on mine.  Was she going to move it away? Considering that her own hand was now resting against the bulge in my trousers, it seemed unlikely.  She was moving my hand all right, but not exactly away from her thigh.  She guided it under the overlapping fold of her kilt until I could feel the warmth of her bare leg.  What was she inviting?  My God.  Her legs opened and she slumped lower on the seat, her hips moving forward.  With my fingertips I stroked the silky flesh of her inner thigh, little circular caresses that moved inexorably higher. I still couldn't believe that she was inviting what she appeared to be.  Nervously I watched her father's eyes reflected in the rear view mirror, the light from the instrument panel sufficient for me to see where he was looking.  My testicles felt like balloons, achingly swollen, as Marlene's hand closed loosely around the tented fabric.  I glanced sideways at her.  There was enough light on her face that I could see that her eyes were closed.  Was she awake?  Of course. She must be.  My arm was half-buried now under her kilt and my fingers felt the fringe of soft hair where her panty leg met the juncture of thigh and hip.  I slipped my hand under the elastic and felt the softness, the wet, oily squishiness of her cunt.  Her eyes opened then, briefly, and she slid further forward on the seat, tilting her pelvis upward and opening her legs wider by lifting one over my thigh. I was both lust-crazed and terrified. If her mother awakened and turned her head, she would see us, even in the dark. But I couldn't resist the opportunity. I explored the succulent softness of the slippery fleshfolds and found the hard bump of her clitoris.  I heard her utter a faint gasp when I touched her there and almost pulled my hand away in fright.  But nobody else seemed to hear it.  John's eyes were still fixed on the road and his wife didn't stir.

"Are you guys warm enough?"  I quickly withdrew my hand and, not as quickly, Marlene did also.

"Uh...it's a bit chilly, Dad. But there's a blanket here."  Marlene reached down between the front and rear seat and got the lap robe that was there, spreading it over our laps.

Covered by the blanket, the chance of our sex-play being seen was minimal. Marlene shifted position under the blanket and, for a moment, I wondered what she was doing.  I wondered until I saw her put something into her purse. My God. She'd taken off her panties.

Once more covered to above the waist by the lap robe, I slipped my hand through the opening of her skirt and cupped the furry softness of the girl's desire-wetted sex.  I felt her fumbling with the front of my pants and I froze when I heard the sound of my zipper being opened.  But, just as when she'd gasped at the first clit-touch, the sound hadn't been heard in the front seat. Now, at least, if her mother awakened and glanced back, she wouldn't be able to see anything.

"You're big!" Marlene whispered as her warm hand closed around my penis. I shuddered as her tongue flicked into my ear.  “I want you."

I was stroking the juicy folds of her cunt but I was shocked by what she'd said.  Although I as only twenty-seven, hearing such forwardness from an eighteen year old high school girl blew my mind.  Especially considering the family she came from.  She wasn't a disadvantaged girl Like Fiorella.

I twisted away from her touch.  It wouldn't do to leave a big cum stain on the blanket, or on my pants either, for that matter.  And I was awfully close to that point.  But I underestimated my young companions ingenuity.  She was fumbling in her purse and she brought out her panties.  Then my tool was wrapped in the silky softness of her undergarment and I relaxed.  Well, relaxed is not quite the word.  But at least I knew that if I went off, it would be contained.  And there was a salacious novelty in being, literally, in a girl's pants.

My thumb was on Marlene's clit, my index finger inside the soft wetness of her vagina, as I titillated her cum-trigger.  Her hand was squeezing my penis, strangling it, but fortunately not pumping it.  Her hips were squirming and the rustling sound of her skirt against the seat sounded too loud to my ears but I didn't stop.

"Harder...hurry," she panted in my ear.  "I'm gonna cum!"  And then her thighs locked on my wrist and she uttered an audible gasp as I felt her vagina tighten its grip on my finger.

"You guys OK?"

"Yuh...uuuh...yuh...guess I was dreaming," Marlene gasped.  John's question had frightened me but, except for a quick, non-seeing glance in the rear-view mirror, he seemed to accept the reply.  But his wife woke up and looked back.

"I guess I had a sleep. How much longer, John."

"About thirty minutes, I guess.  You're not the only sleepyhead.  Marlene was sleeping too.  How about you, Joe?"

"Not really. But I've been relaxing."  Hah!  Relaxing?  Oh God.  The girl's hand was still wrapped around my cock . Only now she was pumping it. Slowly, but the blanket was moving.  I didn't know what to do.  Could her mother see if she really looked?  I lifted my leg and got my foot on the seat. This made a tent of the blanket and the movement of Marlene's hand was no longer evident.  Not to an observer.  But very much so to me.  She was stroking my penis in a loose grip, her panties sliding up and down, the smooth silk rubbing against my sensitive foreskin.  My climax was imminent and I did not have the willpower to interrupt the delightful caress

"Cum, Joe," Marlene whispered in my ear.  "I want you to cum in my panties."

The salacious invitation was too much.  I stifled a groan and her hand tightened its grip.  She pumped me, still slowly, as I exploded, my wet gism gushing into the silken enclosure, its wetness surrounding my tool.  Marlene uttered a throaty sigh and stroked me, tightening her grip on the upstroke, loosening it on the down stroke.  She was reaching down to the base of my cock and handling me like a milkmaid handles a cow’s teat, milking all of my pent-up semen into her panties.

"I wish that was me, not just my panties getting it."

"What was that, Marlene?" Her mother turned to look back.

"I said I wish we were home, Mom. It's been a long trip."

Marlene fumbled around under the blanket and I felt some of my semen on my thigh. God. I hoped there was none on the blanket or, for that matter, on my pants.

The first streetlights flashed by as Marlene took her cum-sodden panties and put them in her purse. I managed to get my fly zippered without being observed from the front seat while the girl unconcernedly commented on school and the weather. Luckily, or more accurately, because of Marlene's precautions, there were no stains on my pants and, I assume, none of consequence on the blanket.

That night my welcome home lovemaking lasted longer than it might otherwise have done but I have to admit that, in my mind, I was fucking the brazen eighteen-year-old high school girl.

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                      Erotic Odyssey II – College & Beyond

Chapter Nine

                                            Marvelous Marlene

"Did you enjoy the drive back, last night?"

"It's a long trip. Who's this?"

"You mean you've forgotten me already? I haven't forgotten you.  That was the best drive I've ever had.

"Oh.  Oh God, Marlene.  It's you.  I wasn't sure."

"Well?  Did you enjoy the trip?"

"What can I say, Marlene.  Except for being terrified most of the way, I did."

I looked at my watch.  It was just after one in the afternoon and I'd just finished lunch.

"Do you want to come over and be terrified some more?"

"Uh…where are you?"

"I'm at home and Dad just went back to work.  Mom's gone to play bridge so I have the house all to myself.  And I want company."

"Look, Marlene. I don't think it's a good idea?"

"You mean you like the idea but you're scared, right?"

"Yeah...something like that."

"I don't agree.  I think it's a great idea.  But anyway, it can't hurt for you to come over here and talk about it.  You wouldn't want me to tell Dad that you tried to feel me up last night, would you?"

"My God, Marlene?  You wouldn't?"

"Maybe...maybe not.  Come over and we'll talk about it."

"I have to work, Marlene."

"I don't believe you.  I know how Dad runs that place...or lets it run him. You can leave if you want to."

"But...can't we do it another day?"

"That, too, Joe."

I rang the doorbell three times.  Maybe she hadn't been home at all?  Maybe she was just giving me a hard time?  Then Marlene came to the door, her head wrapped in a towel and wearing a bathrobe, obviously fresh from the shower.

"You didn't waste any time, Joe.  C'mon in

I followed her in, then upstairs.  She led me down the hallway past the bathroom that was still a bit steamy, condensation on the mirror.  Her bedroom was messy and, somehow, I expected it to be that way.  Her clothes were strewn around, some on a chair, some on the unmade bed and some on the floor.

"Did I surprise you last night?"

"Surprise me?  How?"

"When I started to feel you up?  And when I put your hand on my pussy?"

"Yeah...you scared me, too."

"I damn near got carried away when you made me cum.  I guess it was because they were so close.  That would have been something wouldn't it?  If I'd made too much noise then?"

"Don't talk about it, Marlene.  It was a stupid thing to do."

"You're scared of me, aren't you?  I like that.  I never had a man scared of me before."

"It's not exactly that, Marlene.  It's just...I'm married...and you're still a schoolgirl?"  I stood just inside the door and she went to the dresser, opening the bottom drawer and taking out a small garment.

"It's a good thing Mom doesn't clean my room.  What do you think she'd think of this," and she opened up what was, undoubtedly, the panties she'd worn the previous night.  The stain of my semen was plain to see although the nature of it would not be completely evident to an observer.  "It doesn't look like a period stain, does it?  God, you were loaded.  I've given a few handjobs before but that's the first time that I got turned on by it.  It was incredibly sensual to feel your cock jump in my hand.  I wish I'd been able to do it with my bare hand."  She shrugged her shoulders and let her robe fall to the floor.  "Do I look like a schoolgirl?"

"But, Marlene?  You're only eighteen?"

"So?  I bet you've fucked eighteen year olds before?  Go take a shower.  And if you haven't had any schoolgirls, this will further your education. Schoolgirls get horny, too, you know.

She looked good.  More than good.  Her legs were a bit on the heavy side but I like that.  Beautifully shaped, wide hips flaring out from a trim waist, a neat triangle of dark curls showing above the juncture of her thighs.  Her belly looked firm, slightly convex with a dimple at her navel and her breasts, although not at all large, were high, the nipples upthrust from large diameter areola that were like cones on top of her C-cup tits.  What was she going to be like?  Yes, I wanted to fuck her.

"You're lovely, Marlene.  Are you sure your Mother will be gone all afternoon?"

"Three hours, Joe.  And if you last that long, I hope she comes home and catches us.  There's an extra towel in the bathroom."

It was a quick shower or, at least it started out that way.  I was just about to get out when Marlene joined me.

"I've never showered with a guy before. So you can be first at that, anyway."  She grabbed the soap and began to lather my belly, then lower.  "I like to be sure my food is clean, Joe," she said as she bent over and fondled my still limp penis.  "You sure felt bigger than this last night?"

Taking another cake of soap, I leaned over her back and, from behind, reached up between her legs and began to soap her pussy. I could hear little murmurs of approval as my organ swelled and expanded while I used my hands to spread the slick soap in the folds of her cunt and back, up the crevice between her firm ass-melons.

"C'mon Joe...let's do it wet," Marlene said breathlessly as we got out of the shower.  I leaned down to kiss her and her mouth opened readily under mine, her tongue tangling wetly as she pressed her naked body to mine.  Crab-like we moved from the bathroom, down the hall to her bedroom, leaving a trail of water behind.  Marlene flopped down on her back on the bed, her legs opened invitingly as I followed her down.

"I've never taken one as thick as yours, Joe." Marlene bent her legs and tilted her pelvis, positioning it for my thrust. "Oohhh...oohh Gawwd," she moaned as I entered her with a smooth thrust. "I love it. You feel just like I thought you would," she moaned appreciatively as our bodies meshed.

Her thighs cradled my hips, squeezing on the upstroke, opening on the downstroke as I began to fuck her.  She was a snug fit, tighter than I'd expected after what I'd heard from her.  She moved, but awkwardly, sort of a self-conscious undulation that didn't quite pick up my rhythm.  After last night, I felt no great urgency but I reached between our bodies to find and massage her clit.  I wanted her to cum more than once.

"You're good, baby...great," I murmured, stretching the truth a bit.  Her passage clung to me with a wet, clasping grip, her hard areola with the even harder nipples digging into my chest as I slowly fucked her.  I felt no need to be gentle.  She, despite her youth, was experienced and I was sure she liked it this way.  I increased both the tempo and force of my thrusts as I felt, under my finger, that certain change in her clitoris that I knew directly preceded orgasm.

"Hunh hunh hurry hunh hurry," she panted as I pounded her firm body.

"Cuh cuh cumm...gonna cummm!"  Her lithe, strong form began to buck and jerk and she lost all semblance of rhythm and I felt her sheath contracting in sudden muscular spasms around my tool.  I grabbed the firm, flexing cheeks of her ass and pulled myself into her as deeply as I could go while she gasped and panted in the throes of orgasm.

"Joe...oohh Joe...it was never that good," she panted after she had gone limp beneath me.  But I wasn't done, not by any measure.  I slid down on her twitching body, ignoring her whimper of protest as I withdrew from her cunt.  "OH YES," she cried out when I buried my face in the wet softness between her open legs.  "Oh God yes, Joe!"

Marlene's pussy was only lightly furred, a bush topping her mons, which tickled my nose, and a sparse growth that wreathed her labia.  I pulled the folds apart and, as I slowly licked along the narrow valley, she gasped and spread her legs wider, draping them over my shoulders.  I felt the walls of her cuntal aperture yield to my tongue when I thrust it in and she began to writhe and squirm as I alternated between sucking on her hard, little clit and tongue-fucking her juicy channel.  Marlene's legs locked around my neck, almost strangling me when she climaxed again but I didn't stop.  Three times I brought her to orgasm with my mouth before, once again, I moved up on her quivering body.

"Joe...oh God, Joe. I didn't know...never knew it could be so good. Thank you, Joe...oh thank you."

"You're a hot, little piece, Marlene. I bet you give all your boyfriends a great ride," I said as I screwed her lithe body.

"I...I don't...not for them...I just...like I did for you, last night." She hugged me, adding,  "But if you were my steady I'd be in bed with you all day long."

"Why don't you give them a chance, Marlene?  There's lots of guys better than I?"  I certainly didn't need a high school senior mooning over me so I wanted to head off any thought of a more permanent relationship.

"But I like older men...like you.  The man who taught me...first... he was older than you, but not as good.  I thought he really loved me but once he got my cherry he lost interest and went after another young girl.  I think he got her, too.  Anyway, I've tried with guys my own age but they're...they're like rabbits. They get a condom on, stick it in and, poof, they're done.  But you and Uncle Tom...you wait for me.  And nobody ever...like...ate me before.  So you've had two firsts with me, the shower and that."

I was pleased by her compliments and my curiosity was piqued by her almost naming of her first man. "How old were you, Marlene? Was it really your uncle?"

I didn't mean to tell you that. But I was fourteen...almost fifteen...and he was drunk. The first time."

I hadn't associated incest with families like hers and the idea of it aroused me further. "Tell me more, Marlene. I want to hear how a fourteen-year-old virgin got it the first time.

"Hah! You're a dirty old man, aren't you?  You'd do the same thing I bet...if you haven't already.  I bet the idea of fucking an innocent, young schoolgirl like me really gets you off."  She was smiling as she spoke and she punctuated her words with delightful hip rolls.

"You're probably right on all counts, Marlene.  But tell me.  Give me a vicarious thrill."

"Oh God...you're awful...you're worse than him...he."  I was amused when she corrected her grammar.  "We were alone, of course.  He was taking care of me for the weekend.  I hadn't done it then...not all the way...just a couple of handjobs, and I was curious.  I'd gone to bed and I came back downstairs later.  He was watching one of those...you know...an X-rated video and jerking off.  I was so surprised that I slipped on the bottom step and he heard me."

"He must have been embarrassed?"

"I don't know?  Before I could do anything he'd picked me up.  He took me to my bedroom...not here…we lived somewhere else then… and took off my pajamas.  It hurt something awful and I didn't like it much.  Not that time. But, next day when he apologized, I guess I was too forgiving because, before I really knew what he was doing, he was masturbating me.  As soon as he got me hot, he got me to do him, too.  That's all we did until about half a year later when we were left alone again.  He's Mom's younger brother, by the way.  She thinks he's a Saint."

All the while that Marlene was recounting her tale, I was fucking her and I could sense that she was becoming more aroused. She continued.

"Uncle Tom...he masturbated me again but that time he didn't stop.  He got me close and then he got on top of me and did it...fucked me again.  You like it when I say 'fuck', don't you.  I bet you want me to say cunt and cock and all of those words.  C'mon, Joe.  Fuck my hot, schoolgirl cunt.  Give me all of your big, fat cock."

"Oh yes, baby...oohhh yesss." Her wanton actions were extremely salacious and I increased the tempo of our coupling. "Tell me more."

He fucked me a lot after that.  And once or twice he made me cum while he was in me, but most times not.  That's why you're so special."  Marlene then wrapped her legs around me and levered her hips up to me, matching my speed.  She uttered a litany of sex words and then, just as I felt the pressure in my loins reach the bursting point, I felt the hot, muscular spasms in her passage.

Marlene's legs squeezed me, trying to draw me in deeper, and her firm hips rocked delightfully as she orgasmed. Then, as her legs fell away loosely, I felt my own climax begin. I felt like I was in her a foot and my cock was four inches thick as I exploded into her still spasming passage.

"Joe...oh God, Joe.  I never had it without a condom before."  She looked up at me with a smile and, obviously, was not concerned.  "So, even if you didn't get my cherry, you've given me a lot of firsts.  Was I good?"

"Great, Marlene.  You're great."  For a while I'd forgotten where we were but now, my passion drained, I looked at my watch.  It was almost three o'clock.  "I think I'd better go, Marlene," I said as I rolled off of her lax, open legged body.

"Not yet, Joe."  She grasped my wilting penis and pulled me down again.  "I skipped school for this.  We have another hour."

"Yeah, but?  My God, Marlene.  I need that much time to recover."

"I bet I can speed it up."  She pushed me over on my back and got to her knees beside me.  "God. I overflowed," she said, pointing to the creamy dribble that had escaped her vagina and run down her inner thigh.  "Wait right there, Joe," she said with a smile and she went to the bathroom.

"I've never done this before."  She had a warm facecloth and was wiping my limp, cum-numbed cock.  "But you did it for me."  She bent down and, watching my face, she parted her lips and engulfed my penis with her hot, moist mouth.  "Mmmm. .I like this."  Her voice was muffled by the mouthful of cock and her tongue played on the tip.

"God, Marlene...you're a marvel," I sighed as her mobile lips and tongue re-ignited my libido and the blood rushed again to swell my organ to full erection.

"That's a real power trip.  To feel you get big in my mouth."  Marlene lifted her head as she said that and then mounted astride my hips.  "Do you mind? I've never been on top before," she said as she guided my knob between the swollen, gaping lips of her pussy.  "Oohhh...oohhhh Gawwd, Joe," she moaned as I felt the hardness of her cervix against the tip of my cock.  "I think you rearranged me inside," she gasped as she settled down the last fraction of an inch

"Lovely, Marlene...lovely...you look incredibly sexy this way… with your beautiful body wrapped around my cock."

"You mean with my teenaged body filled with your cock, don't you, Joe."  She rocked her hips.  "I know you're just a dirty old man and you love fucking innocent young things like me, don't you."

"If you're innocent, then I'm the Pope."  I stroked and fondled her body, squeezing the conical tips of her breasts, caressing her hips and belly and inserting a finger between us to titillate her clit.  She rode me smoothly, her firm ass sliding on my thighs as she moved back and forth.

"Yeah...oh yes...this is the most...I love being on top...fucking you instead of being fucked...do you mind?"

"Just fuck me, baby…fuck me." .She was good but, glancing at the bedside clock, I was getting concerned about the time. Marlene began to move faster and now was lifting her hips and plunging back down, uttering short, breathless grunts at the bottom of her thrust.

"Yuh..yuh...gonna cum...gonna cum," she panted as her motions became erratic.. I grabbed her firm hips and guided her, controlling her passionate lunges as I felt her hot, internal spasms squeeze my cock.

"Oohhhh...fab...fabulous," she panted as she slumped forward to lie on my chest, her cunt still impaled on my tool.

"Uh...I have to go, Marlene," I said gently as I tried to push her off of me. "It's getting late."

"Not yet, Joe. Not yet.". She dismounted from me and her head dipped to my groin. .Her mouth surrounded the head of my penis, her lips sliding warmly down until, as my cock bumped the roof of her mouth, she gagged.. "Now I know what I taste like, Joe.  Does your wife suck your cock?"  Her head went down again but her gaze remained fixed on my face.

"Oh baby…Marlene...that's good…so good," I moaned as her mouth hotly caressed my tool.  She had one hand on it, slowly pumping, and then the other was hefting my testicles, fondling them.  Saliva drooled from her lips and flowed down my shaft, wet, slurpy noises sounding from her as she sucked me. She sensed my growing excitement and she pumped faster.

"Oh God, Marlene...oohh God...I'm gonna cum...gotta stop," I gasped as I felt the familiar sensation at the base of my spine.

"Cum Joe...cum in my mouf", she gasped, "I want you to cum in my mouf," and she increased her efforts.

"Yes baby...oohh yesss." I gave myself up to the delightful action of her mouth as my semen began its passage from my balls.  Marlene's eyes widened when my organ expanded in the moment before eruption. "Glanngh," sounded from her when the first jet of gism spurted into her throat but, her eyes squeezing shut momentarily, she tightened her lip-grip and bravely continued to suck and pump my bucking, spitting penis.

"Did I do it right?"  Marlene was lying half atop me, a white film of cum on her lips as she wriggled closer.  "Was it better than cumming in my panties?"

"My God, Marlene. the best."  She didn't compare to Fiorella but she had, nonetheless, been superb.

"So now you'll have to marry me," she said with a teasing smile.  "You got my cherry...my mouth cherry...and I can't marry my uncle."

"It's four o'clock, Marlene?  I really have to go."

"Don't try to escape, Joe.  I'm a ruined woman now.  You have to do the right thing."  It was obvious that she wasn't serious but, before I could reply in kind, we heard the sound of the front door opening.

"Oh my God! It's your mother!"  I pushed her away and quickly grabbed my clothes.

"Don't worry, Joe. She'd never tell. I've got too much on her."

"What do you mean, Marlene?"  I had my pants on and was buttoning my shirt.

"I caught her with a man last month and she knows it.  The bitch is cheating on Dad so I'd kind of like for her to know what we did."

She was coming upstairs.  I heard the creak of one of the risers.

"Marlene?  Are you home?  Whose car is that out front?"

I grabbed my socks and shorts off the floor and ducked into the closet, closing the folding door as much as I could behind me

"I don't know.  It's nobody visiting here, anyway, Mom."

Through the crack of the closet door I saw her mother in the bedroom doorway.  Her hair was somewhat disarranged and her clothes had a certain rumpled look.  She didn't really look like she'd just come from an afternoon of bridge.

"Well?"  The woman looked around suspiciously.  "You're sure there isn't somebody here?"

"Hee hee...you're funny, Mom. Yeah...I've been to bed with the whole football team.  I'm worn out . Which team were you in bed with?  The bankers?"

Her mother's face reddened with either embarrassment or anger, or maybe both.  "Don't talk like that, young lady ! Show me some respect!"

"Yeah, sure.  Like you showed me when I told you about Uncle Tom.  Your brother would never do anything like that, would he?  Not unless I led him on."

"That's enough," her mother said and she turned away, closing the door behind her.

"It's OK, Joe.  We fight like that all the time.  But I did tell her what Uncle Tom did to me but she defended him."

"I'm sorry, Marlene.  But how am I going to get out of here?"

"Just wait a few minutes.  She's in her room now, getting herself wrapped around a bottle.  Sit over here and we'll talk.

I kept checking my watch while Marlene told a slightly different version of her seduction.  There'd been a bit of force involved, the first time. Rape, really.  But, when her mother blamed her instead of her uncle, she'd decided to try and enjoy it.  Last night she had wanted her mother to see what we were doing but she couldn't, not without her father seeing us also.

Finally, at four thirty, I crept down the hallway ahead of her.  She knocked on her mother's door on the way by and the muffled response made me relax.  I escaped, undiscovered.

Marlene and I carried on a sporadic affair during the next two months until, probably fortunately, I was sent to another division of the company.

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                      Erotic Odyssey II – College & Beyond

                                             Chapter Ten

                                       Lascivious Leena

My first months of marriage were very satisfying, sexually. Not, of course, that there was much that we hadn't done before marriage but for a while my wandering eyes remained fixed where they ought to be. But for a while, only.  First there was Marlene.

I hadn't met Leena, my wife's best friend from high school days, (along with BB, of course), until she came to visit us in late Spring, almost seven months after my marriage. I was impressed. Leena was cute, very busty and she had an open, bubbly personality.  I knew that she'd had a baby at fourteen and that her mother was raising the boy who was now about eight or nine. Beyond that, I knew little about her.

The presence of the other woman in our apartment added a fillip of extra excitement to our lovemaking, for me anyway.  I think it may also have given my wife a charge to know that her friend could hear us, as she most certainly could, since her bedroom was next to ours and the walls were thin. I fantasized that I was fucking Leena and, during the first three days of her visit, my wife and I were like the supposedly typical newlyweds, doing it two or three times a night.

Leena said nothing, but in the morning especially, I would see her in unguarded moments, looking at me with a pensive expression on her face. Most of the time I avoided looking at her because I knew that my wife became irrationally jealous even when I looked innocently at another woman.  And any looks at Leena I did have were far from innocent.

On the last night of Leena's visit, we partied.  Well, we didn't exactly party, but we drank a lot.  The two women talked about their high school days, and nights.  I learned more about my wife's former boyfriend who, I was sure, had screwed her regularly until I came along.  The sly looks that she and Leena exchanged reinforced that belief.  The evening ended, or at least my wife's evening ended, when I put her to bed in a more or less drunken coma. She never could hold her liquor.

"So, Joe, are you happy with marriage?"

Leena and I were at the kitchen table having a nightcap while my wife sawed it of in our bedroom.  While I was putting her to bed, Leena had changed from her conservative, high-necked dress to a sheer, flimsy, silk dressing gown that left little to the imagination.  In fact, the only thing hidden was the portion of her body hidden by the kitchen table.

"Yeah, sure.  It takes some adjustment, but I like it."  God, I could see the outline of her dark areola through the gown, twin circles that capped her large tit-mounds.  "How about you?  Do you have any plans for marriage?"

"Well, I didn't?  Not until I came here?"  She looked at me rather strangely.  "But if I was here much longer, I'd have to get married or something."  She sat up, stretching, and as she raised her arms over her head, those large, lovely globes were uplifted and, when she lowered her arms, they jiggled erotically.

"I don't understand? Why is that"

"Oh, for God's sake, Joe.  You know damn well what I mean.  That bitch you're married to has been torturing me, with your help.  How do you think I feel when I hear her getting it every night while I'm all alone in my bed.  I don't even have a dildo with me!"

"Damn. I never thought of that, Leena.  I guess we get carried away, sometimes."  I knew then what I'd already suspected.  Her choice of gown was designed to excite me.

"The hell you never thought of it.  Either of you.  I know her and I'm getting to know you, too.  I bet you're both trying to impress me.  Do you ever pretend it's me with you, instead of her?

"Well...maybe...sometimes?" I grinned.

"And while you're fucking her and pretending you're fucking me, she's thinking that I'm going to go back home and tell him...you know who I mean...that she's getting it two or three times a night.  I bet you don't do it that often when I'm not here?"

"Could be, Leena."  Damn.  This must be one hot piece.  "But how about you?  I mean, do you have someone special, even if you're not thinking of marriage?"

"Look. Joe.  You know I got pregnant when I was thirteen.  That wasn't an accident.  Well, getting pregnant was an accident, but what led up to it wasn't.  I had my first orgasm from riding my first bike.  And it took me five more years before I met a guy that would give me what I wanted.  They all thought that, just because I didn't have any hair on my pussy that I was too young."  Leena drained her glass and stood up then, moving to my side of the table.  "It wasn't until I was ten and these began to get big," and she hefted her lovely jugs, "that an older guy, a man, did it to me...fucked me.  After that, until I got myself knocked up, I had all the guys I wanted...most of them as old as you are."  I couldn't believe what I was hearing.  This beautiful, sexy woman was completely open and uninhibited.  "You don't have to pretend it's me you're fucking, tonight.  You can have the real thing.  She's too drunk to notice."

I'd never before been so openly propositioned, except maybe by Mrs. Haley. I surveyed Leena's form, the curves of her body were generous, her waist tight and slim, breasts opening out like an enormous flower above, hips vying with breasts for roundness. I pushed away from the table as she traced the outline of her full-lipped mouth with her tongue.

"You like these, don't you?"  She hefted her heavy tit-globes and then dropped to her knees before me.  "Have you cheated on her yet?"  Her hands were at my waist, tugging down the polo pajamas I usually wore around the house.  "I don't know why she lets you wear these when I'm around?  They show off too much of you.  Yes, I do know why she does it.  She wants to make me envious."

I lifted my hips so Leena could pull down my pajamas all the way and my tumescent organ flopped out in its almost erect state.

"MY Gawwd, Joe!  No wonder she makes so much noise.  You're huge!" She dipped her head and her hot mouth closed moistly over my knob.  I leaned forward to do what I'd wanted to do ever since she'd arrived.  Opening her robe, I cupped and hefted her heavy breasts.

"Where will we go, Joe?"  Leena raised her head, releasing her lip-grip from my tool.  "I don't dare fuck you in my room...I'm going to make too much noise when you get that wonderful cock in me.  Where?

"C'mon," I said as I got to my feet and led her past my bedroom and into hers.

"No Joe?  Oh God, no?  You're not going to fuck me here, are you?"  She looked as if she'd really like that, perhaps because of the extra thrill from the danger of being caught.

"No Leena," I whispered as I opened the door from her room onto the landing of the back stairs.  We lived on the second floor of the building and fire regulations required an alternate exit. This was it.  A small, wooden platform, not much more than six feet square, leading to stairs that went to ground level.  There was a slight chill in the air but, at that moment, we both had enough internal heat to survive a sub-zero cold snap.

For the first time, we kissed.  Her lips were slippery from their brief contact with my juice-seeping cock and she moved them skillfully against mine, her tongue flicking but not thrusting into my mouth.  She was about a foot shorter than my six foot, three inch height and she lifted herself on tiptoes, trying to grind her pelvis against my erection.

"God, you're lovely."  There was a full moon and it was almost as bright as day on the landing.  Thankfully this was only a two-story building so nobody could be up above, looking down. I pushed her gown off her shoulders and, with a little shrug that caused her large breasts to jiggle; Leena let it drop to the floor.

"You're pretty nice, yourself," she replied, "but I'm going to freeze, standing here with nothing on."  She dropped to her knees, both hands on my organ, and then lay back, using my cock as a handle to pull me down on top of her. "There, now I have something big and warm on me...but I want something else that's big and hot inside me."

With the skill of more than ten years experience, Leena guided me to her lightly furred snatch.  She was wet, dripping wet, and I slid easily into her hot, snug cuntal corridor.  As I did, I felt a delightful squeeze, a compression much like I'd often felt before when my partner climaxed.

"Yeah...oohhh Gawwwd, Joe. I've never taken one as big as this before," she moaned appreciatively as I pushed up to the hilt in her receptive channel.  Have you cheated before?"

"No, Leena."  I felt a momentary pang of guilt but then I felt another soft compression of my cock and I ground against her.

"Good...then it's sort of like I'm getting your cheating cherry.  I bet she'll cheat on you, too. I know her."

Leena was not a big woman, but she was strong.  I liked the feel of her big, cushioning tits under my chest and, with her legs bent and feet flat on the floor, she was levering her firm hips up to mine, meeting each thrust with a reciprocal heave.  God, she was good!

"I hope I don't have splinters in my ass when we're done, Joe.  But I've never been filled like this before...it's worth a few splinters."

"Oohh baby...you're good...love the way you fuck, Leena."

"You're not too bad yourself, Joe.  I'm going to have to visit here more often" she replied but now her breathing was showing signs of excitement. "Am I better'n her...does she give it to you like this."

"You're fabulous, baby...great," I grunted, hammering her hard but consciously refusing to answer her question.  The answer, had I given it, would have been, yes, but I didn't want to say it.

"Faster, Joe...hurry...hurry...I'm going to cum," Leena panted and she wrapped her legs around my hips and rocked her pelvis under me.  "Yuh.. cuh cuh cuhhmmminnnggg."  Did the neighbors hear?  They might have. Her cry of completion was guttural but loud and, as she cried out, her vagina, for just a moment, seemed to become a yawning gulf and then it clamped down on my cock like a velvet vise.

"Hannhh...aahhhh Joe...you didn't go, did you?"  Her legs had fallen away loosely from their hip-clasping grip and I could feel the continuing twitches of her sheath as, more slowly now, I ploughed her delightful channel.

"No, Leena...but I'm close...I don't think I can hold back much longer,"  I grunted, savouring the slippery grip of her hot passage.  And then, like a soft, fleshy hand, her cunt began to squeeze.

"Can you feel that, Joe? Do you like it?"

"Oh my Gawwd, Leena I've never felt anything like it."  She was using the muscles of her cunt to milk me.  It felt as if I was being drawn even deeper into her juicy, snug fuckwell.  Mrs. Haley had done it a bit like this but she lacked the superb, muscular control that Leena was demonstrating.  I could feel the pressure building in my sperm-loaded balls as I ground against her soft, wet pussy.

"Cum, baby...cum...cum in me," she whispered in my ear.  "Leena wants you to fill her cunt with your hot, cheating load."  And then her hand was between my legs and she tugged my sac, just as the paralyzing sensations of orgasm shot through my loins.  As I exploded into her, it was like she was sucking me with a soft, toothless mouth and I could only lie there, letting her drain every drop of my juices into her squeezing channel.

"Gawwd, Joe...I'm glad it's not the wrong time of month.  You're up me so far I wouldn't have a chance.  Do you like the way little Leena fucks?  Did I leave anything for next time?"

"I don't think you left anything for any time," I moaned as I rested on her firm-fleshed, big-titted frame.  "You're fabulous."

"Don't think you're going to get away with just that, Joe."  I felt her sheath squeeze my deflating prick again.  "I have to leave tomorrow and I'm not going to settle for just a quickie."

I could feel the chill of the night air now and, my passion drained, I was suddenly worried.  What if my wife woke up and came looking for us?  What if the neighbors, and especially the nice lady downstairs, had heard us? What if Leena got pregnant?  Damn.  What had I done?  And then Leena was pushing on my chest, urging me to dismount.  I was relieved.  At least we could go back in the house and wouldn't be in danger.

"No...don't get up," she said and she pushed me down on the wooden deck. Next time, you'll get the splinters.  And then she was kneeling over me and my limp penis was engulfed by the hot wetness of her mouth . Leena knew her stuff.  I was never circumcised and that little piece of skin that I was lucky enough to retain, is incredibly sensitive.  She knew it, too.  Her hot, pebbled tongue played a symphony on my senses and, almost at once, I was again erect.

"Mmph...you're a mouthful, Joe," she said as she raised her head for a moment.  "You don't know how good...how powerful it made me feel to have your cock go from small and soft to big and hard in my mouth.  I bet I could get you to do anything, couldn't I?"  But, before I could answer, even if I wanted to, which I didn't, her mouth was stretched around the girth of my penis and she was sucking it slowly with lots of tongue action.  Although I felt no urgency of need, now, I lay back and savoured her skillful, delightful oral ministrations.

Leena's technique was superb.  Her lips were naturally tight around me for her mouth was not large.  Her tongue formed a trough so that, as she moved her head slowly up and down, the pebbled surface imparted the most exquisite sensations to my tool.  Her large breasts hung and swayed above me and I mauled the heavy fleshbags while she sucked me.

"That's all of that for now, Joe," and Leena raised her head, and then straddled my hips.  "My God, Joe...if you hadn't already had that monster up inside me, I don't know if I'd dare do this," she sighed as she directed my cock between the gaping lips of her pussy.  She was a blonde, a natural blonde, and it was almost as if her pussy was hairless.  There was a small bush on her mons but it was blonde and, in the moonlight, it was barely visible.

"Oh Leena...you're fabulous," I moaned as she slid down my erect fleshpole like it was a greased stake.  She wasn't exactly tight but she was certainly tighter than Mrs. Haley had been.

"Oh God?  Oh?"  She paused in her descent just as I felt my cock butt against the hardness of her cervix.  "I don't know?  Does she take it all?  Your wife?" (She seemed to avoid calling my wife by name but I don't know if that was because of some sense that she was betraying her or because she wanted to be sure I was always aware that I was cheating.)

"Yeah…oohh yeah...don't stop."

"Hunngh!" Leena uttered a throaty grunt as she settled down until the last inch was in her, her soft labia mashed against my hairy pubis.  I think you rearranged me, Joe.  I'll never be the same."  And then it started, the soft, squeezing clasp of her cunt muscles on my tool.  "Can she do that?  Can she fuck you the way I am?"  She wasn't moving, except internally and also a slight rocking of her hips as she ground her open pussy against the base of my cock.  After a moment, as she began to breathe hard, I realized that she was able to stimulate her clit this way and it was good for her as it was for me.

"Yunh...oohh yeah...I'm gonna cum," she exclaimed and she began to raise and lower her hips, her juicy twat plunging up and down around my tool.  I felt the contraction then, different that her controlled squeeze, tighter and irregular, and she was grinding down hard on me.  She made a lot of sounds, not words but rather short, high pitched, choking squeaks.  I tensed, wondering who else could hear.

"Mmmmm...Wunnnderfulll," Leena purred as she sprawled on my chest and kissed me with her delightfully mobile lips.  "I'd like to keep you."  I fondled her more-than-a-handful breasts while she rubbed her belly on mine and once again began the skillful squeeze-action with her vagina.

"You're really something, Leena.  Do you really have to leave?"

"Yeah...I hope she can't tell, tomorrow, what we've done?  God. I feel so good."  She sat upright again and rocked her lush hips with a rhythmic, spiral motion while I mauled her jiggly breasts and pushed up at her.  Three times more the nighttime silence was broken by her gasping cries as her soft snug fuckwell contracted spasmodically on my tool.

"Let me get on top, Leena. I'm in pain.  I can't hold back any more,” I whispered as the pressure in my loins reached renewed heights.

"Uh uh...no way, lover." She cunt-squeezed me. "Not in me again. I'm not sure it's safe?"  She dismounted, kneeling beside me and then her mouth was on me, around me.  She was superbly skillful and, as her lovely lips slid slowly up and down on my shaft, both hands holding my cock.  She was as good at this as Fiorella, I thought.

"Glanngh." She uttered a choking gasp when she went down too far and the tip of my cock bumped the back of her throat.  At least, I thought she'd gone down too far.  She looked up at me, her eyes smiling and, if her lips had not been stretched around my cockshaft, I felt that they'd have smiled too.  Her lips worked on me, seeming to be pulling her head lower.  Again I felt my cocktip hit the back of her throat but she didn't gag this time.  And she didn't stop, either.  It was like a hard, slick ring tightly surrounding me as I entered her throat.  Down, down, down she went until her lips were gripping the base of my cock and it was all inside her mouth and throat.

"Can she do that, Joe?  Can she take it all, that way?" Leena's question was muffled for, although she'd raised her head and I was no longer in her throat, her lips were still encircling my throbbing tool.

"Myy Gawwd, Leena.  Nobody ever did that to me before."  My hand went to the back of her head and, with what sounded like a muffled giggle, she went down on me again.  It was heaven.  It was ecstasy.  She was better than Fiorella

"Cum in my mouf, Joe.  I want you to cum in my mouf," she murmured as her fingers fondled my aching balls.

The invitation was all I could have asked for.  Urged on by her gentle tugging at my testicles, I could feel my sperm begin its escape from the reservoir and, when my prick bucked between her tightly gripping lips, her tongue laved its underside.

"Glanngh...uulllp," sounded wetly from her as I discharged my semen into her softly suctioning mouth.  "Gluurrpp," and her tongue compressed my tool as she swallowed noisily again.  With her hands now, as well as her lips, she pumped me, draining me with consummate skill.

"Does she do that?" Leena raised her head, frothy bubbles of the saliva-gism mixture visible between her red lips.  "Does she let you cum in her mouth ...and swallow it?"

"Leena...myyy Gawwd," I exclaimed.  I must have said the same thing twenty times since she'd first begun demonstrating her incredible, sexual skills.  "That was fantastic."

"And she doesn't do it, does she?  She doesn't give you what I do?"  I could see that her question was serious and, my lust drained, I began to worry. Was she going to cause trouble?  She was good, great, but I didn't want to go through the pain of a confrontation with my wife and, despite Leena's marvelous skill, I certainly didn't want to marry her.

"Oh Leena…you're a marvel...no...she doesn't...but...was it as good for you as for me?"

"Better than that, Joe.  I've wanted to get even with her since I got pregnant and she didn't.  It wasn't fair.  She was getting fucked all the time because of the big tits she had then, and I was the one who got in trouble.  But now my boobs are bigger than hers and I know you'd rather screw me than her, even if you won't admit it.  But I never knew you'd be so good.  I'd like to take you home with me but...I know you won't agree."

Leena placed another wet kiss from her cum-slimed lips on my mouth and, together, we quietly entered the house.  Next morning she kept me on edge with her sly, knowing glances but my wife, fortunately, was too hung over to notice.

 Apart from the pleasure I had that night I learned something more about my wife.  I knew already that Val had been raped (Hah!) by her uncle but I hadn’t known about her former boyfriend or her loose-legged younger days.  Years later I learned something more about Leena too.  She was a ‘working girl’ and I had been given a free ride.  Fortunately I didn’t pick up any souvenirs of our coupling.  I’d like to think that her admiring comments about my size were heartfelt but I suspect that I was just getting some of the commentary she gave to her paying customers.  But she was good.

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                      Erotic Odyssey II – College & Beyond

                                                 Chapter Eleven

                                                 Initiating Irene

Four years before we left our city base for the second time, the company I worked for had hired a new secretary.  New both in the sense that she was new to us and new to being a secretary.   Irene was probably nineteen when she came to work for us, about ten years younger than I.  She was attractive, but not really pretty, and she was a very nice, country girl.  I could see that she was conscientious and serious about her job and perhaps my teacher training came into play for, somehow, I became her mentor and friend.  Ours was a platonic friendship, something I'd never had with a woman before, and she also became friends with my wife.  Not that I didn't take note of her physical attributes.  I did.  But maybe it was because she was rather flat chested and by then my extra-curricular tastes ran to the bustier types, different from what I had at home.  But, platonic or not, I did appreciate her long legs, her shapely hips and her lovely, prominent ass.  Her mouth as well had a definite appeal and the night, at a Christmas party when I kissed her while dancing, the soft quiver of her lips under mine had tremendously turned me on.  I also got hell from my wife, even though it had been an innocent occurrence.  For the next year, until we left the city, my attentions were less platonic but did not amount to anything serious because I was sure that Irene would have been hurt and offended had I tried anything.  She was by then, after all, my wife's best friend . Of course, so had been Leena. 

I returned to the city for some business meetings and, with my wife's approval, I had invited Irene to have dinner with me.  She met me at my hotel room early and we had a drink before we went out.  I was very conscious of the opportunity presented by having a young woman alone with me in my room and there was a certain tenseness in her behaviour that made me think that she, too, was aware of the possibilities, or at least of how it might appear to someone else.  Nothing untoward happened for I was sure that she trusted me fully and I didn't want to betray that trust.  Our dinner was very enjoyable, complete with another pre-dinner cocktail, wine and, to wind it up, liqueur. Really, it was quite romantic. 

"Let's have a nightcap at your place," I said as we were in the taxi, taking her home.

"Hmmm...OK...but I don't have anything to drink?"  Just then we passed a liquor store and she tapped the driver on the shoulder, telling him to pull over.  After a brief argument about who should buy, I bought a bottle of white rum and we walked the short remaining distance to her second floor flat in an old house.  Maybe it was the alcohol?  I still don't know but, in any case, she seemed more relaxed being alone with me in her flat than in my hotel room.  She changed from the purple, form-fitting dress that showed off her ass and legs to perfection into a loose, belted dressing gown.  Although her remorse, afterwards, seemed to confirm that her change of clothes was made in innocence, I'm still not sure.  Maybe it was but, at a minimum, she must have sub-consciously set herself up for what happened.  We talked for a couple of hours, until about midnight.  Our conversation was interesting but innocuous and she seemed oblivious to the sexual tension that I was feeling.  Was she?  I'll never know

"I think he's dreamy...his voice, that is."  We were lying side by side on the carpet, listening to her favourite vocalist singing romantic songs in a deep, caressing voice.  "I guess I haven't grown up, yet."

Her long, firm thigh was pressed to my side and I was in a quandary. I wanted to kiss her. Actually, I wanted to do much more than that, but I was afraid.  Irene was a nice girl and a friend to both my wife and me.  If I made a pass at her, I could destroy that friendship.  Or, was I being stupid?  She certainly hadn't objected when I'd invited myself back to her place?  She knew that two people alone as we were would, in most cases; do more than talk, didn't she?  Perhaps it would be insulting to her if I didn't make a pass?  It was the last conclusion that overcame my fear of destroying our friendship.  A kiss wouldn't be the end of the world.

"Now Joe? Don't get ideas," she said, turning to look at me and smiling nervously when I draped one arm over her shoulders.

"You're beautiful, Irene," I murmured as I moved my face the few inches required so that my lips could press hers.  I guess, as I analyze what I've written, she wasn't entirely free of blame for what happened?  She could have easily broken off the kiss.  But she didn't.   Her lips were as I remembered from our one previous brief kiss on the dance floor.  They were soft and they kind of quivered against mine, a fluttering acquiescence. There was sweetness, likely the 7-Up we'd mixed with the rum, and they parted to my cautiously probing tongue.

"No Joe...don't," she protested, finally turning her face away.

"I've wanted do that ever since we did it on the dance floor, Irene."  I got my other arm under her and she let me turn her on her side so that she was facing me with all of her body and, when I kissed her again, her arms went around my neck.

"Please, Joe," she objected, "it's late...you have to go."  But this time her mouth had opened and my tongue had begun to explore her moist, oral cavity.  And the way her arms tightened around my neck told me that she was enjoying the kiss.

"I know, Irene...but just a few minutes more," I said softly and it seemed natural and almost innocent for her to let me complete the rotation of her body from the face-down position when we'd been just listening to music to a face-up position as we kissed.  One hand was now lying loosely across her hip and, through the flimsy fabric of her robe, I could feel the flesh-padded firmness of her hip.  Her robe had opened a bit by then and I could see the slight swell of her tit-mounds, a wide valley between two minor hills.

"Don't, Joe...you really have to go?"  Did I detect a question in her protest? Was her resolve weakening?  Or was she, in fact, just trying to preserve appearances?  My mouth moved lower, to her neck, and when I nuzzled her there, her arms held me in a stranglehold.

"You're lovely, Irene...just this...please?" I begged as I kissed lower into the shallow breast-valley.  I nosed the robe open more as my lips moved over her silky skin to the center of one breast.  My God!  Her nipples were the largest I'd ever encountered!  They still are.  My mouth closed over the thimble-sized, rubbery projection and I sucked it between my lips, my tongue thrumming it with delight.

"Nooo...dooon't," Irene whimpered and she doubled up her legs defensively. "Oohhh dooon't."

"But why, Irene?  You like it don't you?"  I alternated between the now completely bare mounds, nibbling first one of the large, swollen nipples, then the other.

"Oohhhh yesss...too much...that's why you have to stop."  Bigger isn't always better but Irene's nipples were not only bigger than any I've known, but they were also extremely sensitive.  The sounds that were coming from her were now panting whimpers and, when my face moved lower, I'm sure she knew what my next target was.

"We can't...you're married...she's my friend...you can't." But Irene's body was winning over her mind.  I'd loosened the belt and her robe was now open below her waist.  I kissed across her firm belly and gently tugged at the waistband of her panties.

"Just this, Irene...just this...please Irene," I begged and then my nose was surrounded by the soft bush that covered her prominent mons.

"Oohhh nooo...I can't...hah...caaan't," she whined and she clamped her thighs tightly together.  But I'd pulled her panties down enough that she was uncovered to the top of her thighs.

"Mmmm...please?"  Her thigh-flesh yielded as I pushed my face lower and got my tongue into the upper part of the soft slit.  My hopes surged when I tasted the oily evidence of her arousal.

"Nooo...you're married...nooo," she repeated her denial and she tried weakly to push my head away.

"It's just a kiss, Irene...let me...it won't hurt. Just let me this one time? Please?"

"Hanh...Joe...hanh...I shouldn't...hanh," and I realized that she was sobbing, but her hands were now just resting on my head, not trying any more to push me away.  I was fondling her big nipples and stroking the downy flesh of her thighs and my face slipped deeper into the warm and widening opening as her legs, ever so slowly, parted.

Irene's body was jerking spasmodically, a mix of sobs and her heavy breathing, but I was sure that she had surrendered to being eaten.  I changed position ever so cautiously, afraid that she'd change her mind.  And then my tongue found her clitoris and she uttered a choking moan.  I got my shoulders between her legs then, like I had years earlier with the artless sub-teen, Janet, I had complete and unfettered access to her hirsute lovenest.

I am sure she'd never experienced cunnilingus before and the effect on her of my mouth and tongue exploring her fat-lipped snatch was gratifying.  Her hands were still on my head but their action was the direct opposite of her initial reaction.  She had gone from trying to push me away to limply accepting my oral intimacy to, now, pulling my head against her while she rocked her lush hips.  Her pubic hair tickled my nose and the wetness of her squishily swollen cuntflesh made it difficult for me to breathe but I didn't want to give her a chance to relent.  Her clit was large, not as big as Fiorella's, but big enough that I easily nipped it with my lips and, as I thrummed the hard, slick nubbin, I could hear her strangled cries of excitement.

Irene was no longer making any form of protest to the liberties I was taking.  My tongue alternately worked on her clit, then dipped into her hot cuntal orifice while my hands caressed her big-nippled breasts and mauled the lush firmness of her buttocks.  I could feel the flex of her ass muscles as she ground her pussy wantonly against my face.  She gave a loud, whining gasp, her cuntflesh seemed to bulge and palpitate and her thighs suddenly locked on my head, her hips jerking and bucking, and I knew she was cumming.

"Joe...hannh...Joe...gotta stop.." she panted but, unlike Janet, who had pushed me away right after her climax, Irene did not.  Her legs relaxed their grip on my head but she lay, loose-limbed and acquiescent, despite her gasping request that I stop.  I don't know if her post-orgasmic remorse was the cause of her compliance or if the pleasure was such that she couldn't fight it but I didn't care.  I wanted to fuck her and her continued submission to my oral assault was helping me to achieve my goal.

I could hear her sobs and her hands fluttered about my head, one moment weakly pushing me away, then holding me slackly, as if she was torn between resistance and surrender.  My nose nudged her clit as I pushed my tongue into her vagina, her fat labia swollen apart, wetly surrounding my face. I felt a tremor of her firm-muscled buttocks, a reluctant tic of her pelvis and I sensed that she was again well on the way to another climax.   It was time. 

I moved up on her until my juice-slicked mouth covered her soft, trembling lips, the hot gusts of her sobbing breath filling my mouth.  I don't know if she was aware of what was happening when my cock nestled against her wet, mushy pussy-pudding and blindly sought the opening to her inner body but, whether it was an unwary surrender to my ongoing assault on her senses or a conscious decision to yield, the result was the same.  My cock was steel-hard and angled upward and, when I felt the burning heat of her orifice, I pushed in.  My knob was suddenly enclosed by the wet snugness of her cuntmouth and, with a firm, smooths thrust, my sword was sheathed, full length in her soft, elastic scabbard.

"Nooooo...Nooooo," Irene moaned as I expanded and filled her tight passage. "Nooooo Joe...Nooooo." But, although her words told me she didn't want this, her body made no effort to dislodge me.  Oh God!  This was good.  She was tight and as my hips meshed with hers, our bodies fitted together like hand and glove.  Her thighs opened easily and wider to accept my hips between them as I ground against her furry, flesh-padded mons.

"You're wonderful, Irene...wonderful," I moaned as I let my tool soak in the snug, wet clasp of her cunt.

"No...Oohhh Joe...hanh...what have you done?" she sobbed. "You…hanh ...you shouldn't...can't... how can I ever ...hanh...look at her again?"

"It's alright, darling...I love you," I consoled her as I began to slowly screw her unresisting body. .Janey was the only other woman with whom I'd professed love except for, of course, my wife. .I was lying, full weight, on her, savouring the feel of her wide hips and her firm belly under mine.

"But...hanh...but Joe...hanh...I was a virgin...hanh…you shouldn't have... hanh...and you're married."  Her body shook with her sobs and the movement added to my erotic pleasure although what I really wanted was to feel her fucking back at me.  I slipped my hand between our bodies and found her clitoris as I slowly ploughed her cuntal furrow.

I had mixed emotions about her virginity, or claimed virginity.  I liked that extra feeling of power and triumph at being the first to enter that holey of holeys, if you'll pardon the awful pun, but with Irene, if I was in fact her first, it brought with it a responsibility I otherwise wouldn't have felt.  In the absence of the absolute, physical proof of being the one to rupture her hymen, I couldn't be sure, just like with Janey.  In fact, until then, most of the cherries I'd had were not necessarily fully ripened.  By that I mean that they had probably not yet been beset by the desires that develop during adolescence.  Irene was, of course, well beyond adolescence and, although I loved her more than I had Janey, it was lust more than love that had driven me to seduce her.  Still, I had to console her, if for no other reason than to release her inhibitions.

"It's all my fault, Irene...I know I shouldn't have...but I just couldn't stop.. you're so wonderful...so beautiful."  I murmured a litany of apologies and compliments and professions of love and, in between each, I kissed her.  I was still fucking her, but very slowly, fighting to control my excitement from her hot, snugly clasping sheath and, gradually, her sobs abated and I felt the stirring of her body against mine.

"We'll never do this again, will we?" she asked, her eyes at half- mast. "Promise you won't try?"

"God, darling...I can't promise that...I just don't know...but I'll try," I replied softly.  Was she getting over her remorse?  I worked on her clit while I kissed her deeply and moved my hips in short, spiraling jabs as I tried to bring her to climax before I exploded.

I slid one hand under her lush ass to pull her higher and felt myself going even deeper inside.  I felt the clench of her buttocks and they begin to rotate as if they were made of rubber.  She wasn't holding anything back then, rolling and groaning, and I felt as if I was in her to the absolute limit.  I rotated my weapon in her hot, snug sheath as her nails ripped across my back.

"Oohh...annhh…Joe...annhh...oohh God, Joe? Oohhh Joe?" There was an urgency in her voice and her hips gave an inward roll that compressed her already tight cunt on my cock.

"Yes darling...oohh yess Irene!  Cummm baby...cummm," I urged as I began to thrust in her juicy honeypot. .Her legs rose into the air and her arms went around me, her nails raking my back as her pelvis rocked excitedly but awkwardly under me.

"Hannh...huunnh...hannh," she panted and I hammered her fiercely, her body absorbing the full force of my thrusts, cushioned only by the slight give of her full buttocks on the hard floor.

"Ungh ungh ungh," her grunts sounded loud in my ears and I felt her passage contract, twitching with the spasms of her climax.  It was what I'd waited for.  I got both hands under her bottom, levering her quivering, hip-clasping thighs wider apart as I ground against her.  In. In. In.  Her breath gusted out in a breathless moan and, for just a moment, her sheath loosened, the passage widening as the muscles relaxed in the extremity of her orgasm.  It left her totally open to me and I felt as if I was drowning in her, as deep as anyone could ever be.  When her cuntgrip on my tool was released, I felt the burning heat of my fluid coursing through my shaft as I pushed relentlessly, grinding bruisingly against her mons.  My organ swelled and bucked and, as if trying to stem my explosion by squeezing my cock, her sheath contracted.  Nothing could have stopped me at that point, and I felt my lust-lava surrounding my cock as I spurted into her jerking, bucking body.

"Oohhh darrlinngg," I groaned as I pumped into her, the ecstasy of the moment making me weak.  Her legs fell away to the sides and I heard her utter a long, whimpering sigh of completion as she went limp, her bulging belly fluttering against mine as successive jets of sperm shot up into the innermost reaches of her body.

"Joe...annh...Joe? Ohh God...I'll be pregnant?" she gasped, her eyes widening in fright.  But, despite her real and justified fear, Irene made no attempt to push me off and I lay there, cradled between her loosely splayed thighs, while my deflating tool soaked in the flooded confines of her twitching fuckwell.  (Now, with the pill and other improved contraception methods, an unwanted pregnancy is not a great fear, but my relationships with Janey and Irene preceded the pill's availability.  This was probably the main reason that Janey and I broke up when we did but Irene's extreme fear of pregnancy soon aided me in my desire to possess her completely, in every way.)

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                      Erotic Odyssey II – College & Beyond

                                      Chapter Twelve

                                        Bottoms Up

I lay on top of Irene until my organ shrunk and slipped out of her saturated slot and then, dismounting from her slack body, I lay on my side and cuddled her. Her lower lip began to quiver and I sensed that she was about to cry again.

"Let's have another drink, darling," I suggested and, although she didn't answer, I got up and mixed her a stiff one.  When I returned from the little kitchen, she had belted her robe and was sitting on the sofa, tears running down her cheeks.

"Oh Joe...I feel jusht awful."  We were sitting on the sofa and it was three drinks later, three stiff ones in Irene's case.  She'd said words to the effect that she felt guilty, remorseful and afraid many times in the hour since we began drinking but now she was beginning to slur her words and her eyes had a bit of a glassy look.

"It was all my fault, Irene...but if you didn't feel so bad about it, I'd be overjoyed."  My arm was around her, under her robe, and I was playing with an engorged nipple as I spoke.  "It was wonderful...you were wonderful, darling.  I just can't believe that anything as beautiful as making love to you can be wrong."

She seemed to be ignoring my teasing touch and, emboldened by her seeming acquiescence, I placed my other hand on her thigh.  She turned to me, offering her mouth to a kiss, our first since I dismounted from her.

"We have to stop, Joe...we have to," she protested but the way she kissed me told me that it was only a token protest.  I got my hands under her lovely bottom.  "Joe? What are you doing?" she asked but, like an obedient servant, when I urged it, she climbed astride my hips, her robe opening to bare her firm-fleshed body.  As I took one of her thimble-sized nipples between my lips, she pushed her breast against me and her head went back. I sucked and nibbled the thick, rubbery nipples while I stroked her straddling thighs but, when I began to tease the hot, wet folds of her fat pussy, she stiffened.

"Oh no...we can't...it's wrong," she whimpered but she made no attempt to prevent the intimacy.

"One more time, darling...just one more time...I love you," I pleaded as I fingered her large, erect clit.  My penis was sticking up like a statue between us and she let me draw her closer so that the base rested in the soft wetness of her snatch, surrounded by her dense pubic hair, the tip pressed hotly against her belly, above her dimpled navel.

We kissed wetly and Irene uttered a meaningless denial when I adjusted our positions and collared the tip of my cock in her snug, juicy cuntmouth. Breaking off the kiss, then, I leaned back and, with my hands on the wide flare of her hips, I pulled her closer.  It was delightful to feel her hot passage swallow my tool and incredibly erotic to see the way her eyes widened and her mouth gaped as I entered and expanded the liquid softness of her cunt.

"Joe...oh God, Joe...it's going right through me," she gasped as the tip of my cock pushed against her cervix.  And then we were meshed completely, her hairy pubis plastered to mine, my cock imbedded in the depths of her body.  At first she was awkward, her pelvis twisting and rocking without rhythm but, as our bodies adjusted to each others, her movements became fluid and smooth.  She was fucking herself now while I leaned back and enjoyed the feel of her snugly grasping sheath.

"Oh God, Irene…oohh God, you're good."  This time I was in control of myself but Irene's growing passion, enhanced I suspect by the alcohol- induced relaxation of her inhibitions, was salacious in its effect on me.  Her jaw hung slackly, her eyes blank as she wantonly gave herself over to the sensations of fucking.  And then the newly developed rhythm changed to a frantic, erratic gyration and I felt her sheath contract on my tool.

"Huh...huh...help me...move me," she gasped as her body stiffened and I grabbed her asscheeks, feeling the flesh-padded muscles flex, and I moved her up and down as she convulsed in climax.  Kneeling astride me, her thighs quivered as she jerked against me until, with a ragged whimper, she fell forward on my chest.

"Was it good, darling?  Do you like fucking?  Do you like having my cock in your hot, sweet cunt?"  I waited and watched for her reaction to my words.  Supposedly, nice girls did not countenance such language and, until then, I talked that way only with my wife.  But she'd been a nice girl, too, hadn't she?  And I knew such language turned her on.  I wanted to find out how Irene would react.

"Oh Joe...you know I liked it...I like it too much...but," she sighed, giving no outward acknowledgement of my crudeness.  "Did you?  Like?  Again?  Did you cum in me again?"

"No darling...I didn't cum yet."  I kissed her softly trembling mouth and flexed my tool in the hot depths of her body.

"What?  How?  Oh Joe, are you going to do it?  Cum?  Do you have to?"

 There was no doubt that she would yield to my desires if I wanted to go in her again but it was equally obvious that, her own ardour dampened by her climax, she didn't really want me to.

"Let's lie down, sweetheart.  In your bed."  With a faint groan she dismounted from me, her snug sheath seeming to release my cock with great reluctance.  Definitely she enjoyed the feel of a cock in her cunt, even if so far she wouldn't say so.  We snuggled together, face to face, in her bed.  My hands wandered freely over her back and bottom, my organ clasped between her thighs.  She raised her upper leg compliantly at my urging and, when I entered her hot fuckwell again, she sighed.

"Oohhhh Joe...it does feel good…so good it scares me."  She pushed in against me as if trying to get me deeper inside.  "Don't you?  Like?  Have one of those things?  A condom?"

"Just relax, Irene.  I don't have one.  But I'm not going to cum in you," I soothed as I flexed my tool inside her.  "Not if it scares you, darling."  Irene's ass was and is the nicest I've ever felt.  It wasn't overly large but it's definitely a woman's ass, the twin hemispheres shelving out roundly from her back, the muscles padded with a firm, resilient flesh cover.  I held it, stroked it and explored the marvelous melons, squeezing and slowly working my way into the crack and down to where we were joined.

"Do you want to get on me?  On top?"  There was a shy hopefulness in her question, as if she wanted me on her but didn't like to ask.

"Not now, Irene...I want to but I don't dare," I responded as my obscene scheme took form.  "I couldn't...you know...I'd go off if I was on top of you...I couldn't hold it.  You're too good."  The mouth of her cunt, stretched again around my throbbing penis, was wet and oily with the mixture of our juices.  I spread the dripping lubricant to her small, puckered anal orifice and teased that sensitive location.  I'm not sure if my intense desire to fuck her in the ass was due to the lush curving shape of her derriere or some baser desire to have her that way.  I'd had Val that way several times, even after we were married and pregnancy was no longer a fear.  And, in those pre-aids days, it was safe in every way.  My lascivious scheme was to seduce her into allowing me to fuck her asshole by playing on her fear of pregnancy

That was the first time I saw Irene with the expression of wanton sensuality that is, along with her big nipples and her lovely ass, what makes her stand out among my loves. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, smoldering with desire, her full lips parted, sensuous and wantonly lax.

"I don't care," she murmured in a soft, throaty rejoinder.  "Do it to me...I want it."

At that moment my finger, which had been teasing her anus with increasing pressure, suddenly popped through the sphincter.  "Oh! Oh Joe!" she gasped in surprise, her leg lifting, her hips jerking forward as more of my cock slipped inside.  Her initial movement might have been to escape the unexpected penetration but, moaning, she squirmed against me, taking more of my cock in her cunt while I probed her hot, tight anal orifice with my finger.  She pulled my head closer for a wet, tongue-meshing kiss.

"No," she protested when I pulled out of her cunt.  "You don't have to stop.   Cum in me.  I don't care." but compliantly she let me turn her over and, when I kneed her legs apart and lifted her hips, she knelt on all fours, looking at me quizzically, over her shoulder.

Directing the head of my cock into the soft slit of her vulva, I entered and, at the same time, pressed her shoulders down onto the bed.  Then, with three inches of cock immersed in her vagina, I straightened up and looked at her. God, what an erotic sight!  Irene knelt on her elbows and knees, her hips flaring out widely, her luscious asscheeks tilted up to my lustful gaze. Below the twin, smooth mounds of her buttocks, her fat-lipped pussy projected slightly, the lips dilated where my cock entered her body.  She was looking back at me, gnawing her lower lip and I suspected from the apprehension in her eyes, that she'd already guessed my intent. But she wasn't objecting.

Irene's creamy buttocks were drawn apart enough that her brown, puckered anus with its tiny, black bull’s-eye was clearly visible.  Could I actually get in there?  Would I fit?  Would I hurt her?  Val’s nether vestibule had been used before but I was sure that Irene’s was virgin.  She uttered a faint whimper when I began, again, to tease the sensitive orifice, lubricating it with our oily juices. She tensed when my finger slipped through her sphincter but this time it seemed to enter easily.

"Joe?  Are you going to?  There?" she asked in a faint, timid voice when I withdrew my tool from her vagina and began to slather the target with our effusions. Her lips trembled but she made no attempt to escape.

"It's safe there, darling...is it alright?  Can I?"

"Mmmm...I?  I guess so?  Have you?  Like?  Before?  In there?"

"No, but it's OK darling...I'll stop if it hurts you."  I continued to caress her anus with my cocktip, gradually applying more and more pressure while my free hand was under her, rubbing her erect clitoris.  The tiny, black entryway was slightly larger now, as if the ring-muscle was relaxing with her growing arousal.

"Hunnnggh!"  Irene grunted when, pushing harder, I forced my cock through the tight, constricting, gristly ring and the knob was suddenly inside her.  My God, it was tight!  Tighter even than Val’s had been. The narrowness of Irene's asshole was agonizingly sensual, seeming to crush my penis, to be tearing the skin from it, and I paused, seeing her flinch as I entered.

"Are you alright, Irene?  Am I hurting you?"

"N...no...a bit...but it's OK," she gasped.  "But?  Are you sure?  Is it OK to do it this way?"

"Yes, darling, it's OK."  My cock was burning in the fiery tightness as I pushed deeper into the enveloping grasp of her rectal channel.  It was painful but the pain was tempered by my licentious triumph.  And, if it felt like that to me, I wondered what she felt like?  But, as I looked again at her lush ass spread so submissively before me, I had an intense desire to be completely within her there, to ride on her lovely, firm ass- melons.  Slowly I pushed up into the deep, elastic warmth of her asshole and massaged her clit with renewed intensity.

Irene had long legs and, kneeling as she was, her anal opening was positioned at exactly the height of my groin.  As I penetrated the narrow corridor, with one hand I spread her asscheeks until my hips were ensconced in the warm valley, my prick imbedded to its base inside her bowels.  The expression on her face as she looked back at me had changed from apprehension to dull-eyed submission and, when I began to fuck the delightfully tight channel, there was another change.

"I'm glad...glad you're doing it like this," she whimpered.  "It makes me feel like what I am...a slut...a bitch."

"Don't...don't talk like that, darling...you're wonderful."

"Hah! I let my best friend's husband seduce me...I'm a slut...a cheating bitch...you know I am, Joe."  There were tears in her eyes again.  How much had she cried since I began seducing her?  Too much.  I knew that.  My guilt had the effect of dampening my ardour but not enough to cause me to lose my throbbing erection.  And then I felt her lovely ass move.  A slight squirm, at first.

"Is it good, Irene...do you like it this way?"  Her clit felt larger now, that extra hardness and swelling that immediately precedes climax.  Great.  She was going to cum.

"Unh...yunh...like it...I'm a whore...like it...don't stop," she panted as she writhed and pushed back against me.  She was no longer as tight as when I’d first entered and I was sliding easily in and out of the bottomless corridor when, with a long, drawn out whine, she stiffened and collapsed face down on the bed. 

I followed her down, her ass like firm, twin pillows under me and I felt the hot rush of my own climax begin. I wormed my hips between her asscheeks as she ground her pussy against my fingers and I could feel the tightly muscled tube contracting on my cock.  Irene squirmed and writhed deliciously beneath me, her bulbous buttocks rolling lasciviously as I pumped my semen into her rectal channel, her panting whimpers sounding loud to my ears.

I remained there for a minute or two, savouring the cushiony feel of her buttocks supporting my weight, my cock still clasped snugly in her rectal tube.  Then, as my twice-drained organ shriveled, I rolled off.

"No...Stay away from me!  Get out!  I want you to leave!" she spat when I tried to draw her close.

"Darling...don't say that," I said softly.  "I'm sorry...I thought you liked it?" She had turned her back to me and, when I rose up and looked over her shoulder, I could see tears coursing down her cheeks.  "Please, darling...I love you."  And this time she didn't move away when I snuggled up, spoon like, to her body.  After a minute, her shoulders shaking with sobs, she turned and offered her tear-wetted lips to my tender kiss.

"I did like it, Joe...everything…that's why you have to leave," she said in a voice so low I could hardly hear her.  "It's bad enough that I got you to cheat on your wife...I feel sick about it...but I think you've unleashed a monster, Joe?"  As she spoke she moved closer and closer until every inch of her firm, naked body was pressed to mine.

"The most wonderful monster I've ever known, darling.  And you didn't get me to cheat.  It was all my fault."  Should I tell her that I'd cheated before?  No.  It might assuage her guilt but at the cost of losing her respect for me.  And, even if I was, at that moment, drained, I still wanted more of her.

"But it was my fault, Joe...I didn't mean to…not consciously, anyway, but I let you come back here with me. And, even if Iris had been home, it likely wouldn't have changed anything?"

Fatigued though I was, the feel of her warm body against me was bringing on a resurgence of desire. The change wasn't lost on my companion and she raised one leg, and then lowered it to capture my swelling organ between her thighs. She kissed me, rubbing her big, hard nipples against my chest and undulating her hips.

"Do you want me again, Joe?  Do you want to fuck a brazen whore?"

"Oh God, yes, Irene.  Oh yes."  I don't know if it was the effect of what she'd had to drink or the shock of what she'd done or if, as she'd said, I'd unleashed a monster, but to hear her say 'fuck' was so erotic that I was instantly completely ready for her.  I rolled on top of her, her legs opening loosely, and I guided my cock to the soft wetness of her hot cunt.  I was hard but not yet fully erect but, even in that state, her vagina was still a snug fit. Had she truly been a virgin?  Definitely she had not had it much, and maybe I was her first.  This time, as I entered, her knees rose and her thighs cradled my hips as if we'd been fucking for years.  I slid into her, the soft sheath molding to my tool like a glove to a hand that's a¦ bit too large for it.

This time was slow and extended.  Three times I felt her shudder in climax and felt the delightful, twitching contraction of her passage but, after two orgasms, myself, in the last three hours, I was still in complete control of my trigger.  I talked to her using all the words of sex but for some reason, she didn't respond in kind.

"Joe!  Oh God!  I have to go to work!"

I looked at the bedside clock and realized that I, too, had to go.

"Oh?  Oh God.  You're right."  I rolled off her and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Oh Joe.  I'm sorry.  You didn't?  You didn't finish, did you?"

"I'll be alright, darling.  Can I see you again tonight?"

"Do you really want to, Joe?

"You know I do, Irene.  I love you."

"I'll come to your hotel, Joe.  I'm sure Iris will be back by tonight.  Tell me I'm not a slut.  Please?"

"You're the most wonderful person I've ever known, Irene.  And if there's any guilt, it's all mine

      Erotic Odyssey II – College & Beyond

                           Chapter Thirteen

                             She Swallows

During the day I dozed through seminars and, by four in the afternoon, I was somewhat rested but my balls still ached from the interrupted session in the morning.  I joined the other guys briefly for a drink and then proceeded to my room, picking up a bottle of scotch and one of rum on the way.

It was almost seven before I heard a faint knock on the door and by that time I'd had a shower and slept, albeit briefly.  I'd also had several drinks and was in a groggy but relaxed state.

"I'm only coming in for a minute, Joe.  I won't stay."  Her eyes were downcast and she acted embarrassed, her voice tight.  She turned her face away from me when I bent down to kiss her and I knew then that she was having bad afterthoughts or suffering from remorse after last night.

"You look lovely, Irene, as always," and she did, too.  Her face was flushed, her mouth looked softer than ever and her ass was outlined beautifully in all its shapely prominence under her tight fitting skirt.  "Did you come here straight from the office?"

"No...I went home first," she said in the same tight voice as she followed me into the room.  She looked around and then sat in the wooden chair by the desk, which was the only place available other than the bed.

I poured a drink for her while she glanced idly at the TV screen.

"It's a poorly furnished room, Irene.  Why don't you sit over here, beside me?" and I pointed at the king-size bed.

She sat down, three feet away from me and looked at me with eyes that said, don't touch me. I quickly closed the gap between us.

"Darling. Oh darling," I said as I pulled her close, cupped her face with my hands and kissed her soft mouth.  "It's all right, sweetheart. I love you," and as I spoke, I caressed her gently, kissing her eyes and stroking her back.

"Nooo...oohhh nooo Joe?  I can't?  What about her?  Your wife?"  But, words notwithstanding, she acquiesced.  Did it matter to her now?  The damage was done.

"You're wonderful, Irene. Beautiful and sexy and superb," I said as I stifled her protest with my mouth.

"But, Joe?  It was wrong.  You don't really love me.  We can't do it again?" That's what she said but she was acquiescently letting me fondle her.  My hands were all over her, under her bra, tweaking her large, sensitive nipples, stroking her body.

"We shouldn't?  Not again?"  Irene said without conviction as I eased her down on the bed,  undressing her compliant body and mounting her wide hips between her easily parted thighs.  "What if I get pregnant?"

And then I was in her again, her slippery wetness confirming that she wanted it, had come here to be fucked.

"Oohhh Joe.  You know you were first, don't you?  I'd never done this before you did it.  You're the only one.  You know that, don't you?"

"Oohh yesss darling...and thank you," I replied although I still wasn't all that sure.  Nonetheless she was delightfully snug and she had seemed to be innocent in many respects, even though she had let me fuck her fabulous ass.

"Can I talk, darling?  Will you be mad at me if I tell you what it's like...doing this with you?"  I wanted that special eroticism that resulted from hearing this nice girl talk dirty.

"Oh? Oh, Joe? You make me feel so...so small?  Like, as if I'm a child?  What do you want to say?" Irene replied as she lay supine while I slowly screwed her juicy pussy.

"I want to tell you how wonderful it is to fuck you, Irene.  Your cunt is so hot and tight.  You have such a lovely body and when I feel the way your hot pussy clings to my cock and when I look at your sexy face, I love you.  I've never had such a great fuck as you.   I've never been as thrilled as when you fucked me.  And it was wonderful fucking you in the ass… I love you."

As I chronicled her charms in crude words, mixing in words of romantic love to soften the impact, I fucked her with slow, deliberate, spiraling thrusts.

"Joe...oohhh Joe... Yesss.  Tell me, darling.  And fuck me.  I'm glad it was you.  I'm glad you took my virginity.  Oohhh darling? I?  I?  I think it's going to happen?  I'm going to cum?  Oohhh yesss fuck me!  Fuck me hard, Joe!  Make me cum again!"

Her hips moved then.  Not smoothly or skillfully but jerkily.  And I felt the contractions of her sheath as I fucked her through her peak. But I didn't stop. The two times last night had relieved the pressure and I continued to plough her firm body.

"Joe? Oh God, Joe? I feel so? Oohhh? So...?", the woman sighed.

"Tell me how you feel, darling.  Do you like being fucked?  Do you like having a hard cock up in your cunt?  And your asshole?  Do you like that, baby?"

"Oh yes!  Oh yes, darling, I do!  I do when it's your cock!  Fuck me, lover.  Give your stupid sex-slave the fucking of her life!" and as she spoke, her long, shapely legs twined with mine as, instinctively she used them to lever her hips up to me.  "Do you like it?  I mean, when I talk dirty to you?"

"It makes you even sexier, baby.  Your mouth gets a special look when you say those things.  Keep talking, Irene."  For almost half an hour I fucked her like this.  Alternately I was gentle, then fierce.  And she responded in kind.  Five orgasms or more shuddered through her until she finally gasped,  "Oh Joe?  Oh darling?  I can't?  Like, I just can't take any more."

I hooked my elbows under her knees and lifted her slack legs high.  Looking down at her, I ploughed her heavily furred pussy and then, as I felt my own orgasm within reach, I withdrew.   "I'm going to fuck you in the ass again, Irene. I'm going to shove it up that tight hole for a minute just to remember what it was like.  And then I have to go off."

"Let me roll over, darling," she said in a meek voice.  "If you want me that way, then I'll like it too."

"No need for that, baby," I said as I directed my cock lower to the tiny, puckered orifice.  It was already wet and slippery from the juices that had escaped from her excited cuntwell and, as I pushed in, she seemed to feel no discomfort.

"Oh yes, Irene, baby. I love your ass.  I love your cunt too, even more.  But it gives me an extra thrill to have you this way.  Oh, God, you're tight.  Does it bother you?"

"Unnh...yesss...it bothers me… It makes me wild and horny.  Just ram that big cock up my asshole and fuck me like a whore," she panted and she began to squirm and wriggle under me.  I reached between our bodies and massaged her large clitoris.  It was quick.  Once again she reached a climax and, as she jerked up at me, I held my own back with difficulty.  I had other plans.  I dismounted from her limp body and went to the bathroom to wash.  When I returned she was still lying on her back, legs spread wide and I mounted her again.

"Oohhh baby, your cunt is so snug and hot.  I love the way it holds me, so soft.  I love fucking you, Irene.  And I love you."

"Did you cum, Joe?  Like, you know?  In my ass?  I didn't feel it?"

"Not yet, Irene.  I didn't want to go there.  It's not the same."

"But, Joe?  What if you get me pregnant?  I want it too, but?  Like?  It's not safe?  Oohh Joe, do you have to?"

"Not if it'll make you worried, darling.  I'll get off and you can use your hand.  But?  Like?  Will you do something else for me, first?"

"Anything, darling.  I'll do whatever you want," she replied softly.  And she meant it.  "You can even go off inside me if you must."

I rolled off of her limp body and guided her head down to my groin.  She looked up at me, knowing now what I wanted.  Tentatively at first she took the rigid pole in her hand, stuck out her pink tongue and licked the glistening, purple knob.  My cock was wet and slippery with her own juices and, as she backed away for a moment to look at it a little surge of pre-cum erupted from the little slit and dribbled down my shaft.

With a delightfully artless and erotic slow swipe of her tongue she licked off the clear droplets then looked up at me.  “Oh Joe?  Is that it?  Did you cum?”

“No darling…not yet,” and I placed my hand on the back of her head, urging her closer.

“Oh?  I didn’t know,” and then the sensitive tip of my cock was pressing against her warm, soft lips.  I angled my head to look at her face and saw that her eyes were closed.  My prick jumped with excitement and as I applied more pressure to the back of her head I felt her teeth part to admit my cock into her moist, oral cavern.

Irene had full lips and the sight of them opening around my cockshaft was incredibly salacious.  “That’s it Irene.  Let it slide in over your tongue,” I gasped and then I cupped her face in my hands, my index fingers in her ears for a controlling grip.  I manipulated her head, drawing her down slightly, then letting her pull back but each time I pulled her head a bit lower.

“Glungh,” she gagged when my knob bumped the entrance to her throat and I eased her away before pulling her down again.

“Glungh…unnngh…Joe!  It’s choking me,” she protested meekly as, for a moment, she released her mouthhold.

"Oh yes, Irene!  Oh yes!  Oh, baby, that's so good.  Try to take it deeper,” I moaned and my balls felt like they’d explode at any moment.  “I've never seen as sexy a sight as those lovely lips wrapped around my cock.  Seeing your mouth full of my cock.  Suck me, Irene.  Please suck me.  Oh yes, darling, take it deeper."

Her eyes were downcast as she rose to a kneeling position between my legs, her hands on either side of my hips.  Looking up at me with her big, brown eyes she began to raise and lower her head of her own volition with no urging from me.  When she pulled away I could see the tiny ridges of soft, pinkly ovalled lipflesh sliding and clinging to my tool.  Then she would dive down ever so slowly until her sexy “glungh’ would sound as my cocktip bumped the entry to her throat.

I know I was moaning with pleasure and Irene seemed to sense what I liked, her tongue becoming more active.  Her tempo slowly increased as if my excitement was contagious, her pretty mouth full of prick, her cheeks puffing in and out like bellows, her eyes dreamy.

"Easy, Irene? Easy?" I gasped as she reached between my legs and hefted my heavy, aching balls while with her newly acquired skill she sucked me.  "I'm close, darling.  I'm too close.  You'd better stop.  Stop and use your hand."

"Do you want to?  Mmmmph...Like? Mmmmph... In my mmmouff?"

"Oh yes, darling.  Oh yesss...but… It's all right… You don't have to.  You can use your hand." I gasped as I fucked up into her softly sucking oral cavity.

"Mmmmph...yesss...Mmmmph...Yesss…Mmmmph cum...Cum in my mmmouff...I want you to...Mmph...Cum in my mouf…" Irene moaned and, with a gasp of pleasure, I pulled her head lower.  Triumph.  Ecstasy.  She was giving me the most selfless, sexual act.  I felt the sucking sensation, warm and moist and indescribably thrilling as Irene bent to her erotic task. With the soft, sweet slushings and the suckings and the nibblings of her sexy lips, the flickings of her ardent pink tongue she was urging me to my climax.

Her eyes looked at me in total submission as my thickly veined shaft swelled and jerked between her lips and, with an instinctive skill, she gave my balls a gentle tug.  "Glanngh...annnghh..", she gurgled as I I shot my seminal contents into her soft throat.  An hour of unceasing pumping in her snug fuckwell and her asshole had generated a full head of cum and, as she continued to suck and pump my bucking shaft, successive spurts of sperm filled her mouth.  She gasped and choked but valiantly swallowed, hastily sucking from me until the stream had ebbed its last viscous gobbet.  As she swallowed noisily she looked up at me submissively, but she didn't stop.  Not until I was drained.

"Do you think I'm awful?" she asked as she snuggled next to me.  "Is there anything else you can teach me?  Am I your whore?  Do you still respect me?" and then she broke into tears.

"You're wonderful, Irene. Fantastic. I love you?"

"But? Hannh...but?  You did all those things?  You mad me say those things?  Then?  Oohhh, Joe?"  At every opportunity, for a year after that, Irene was my own, wanton mistress, although the opportunities were limited.  And then she got married and it was over.  For many years

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Erotic Odyssey II – College & Beyond

                      Chapter Fourteen

                       Special Secretarial Services

By the time I was transferred back to the city, Irene was married and living elsewhere and I had a couple of rug rats at home.  And a new secretary.

"Will that be all for tonight?"

 "I guess so, Ursula. Thank you."  All for tonight except for bending over my desk so I can fuck you, I mused.  Damn. Now that Irene was married and I was back in the city I had no milk except what I got at home and that was kind of stale.

"Alright, sir. Goodnight. See you tomorrow."

 Lecherously, I watched my secretary walk down the hall. She was an odd one, I mused.  She always acted haughty and distant, as if she was impressed with her own importance.   Haughty yet, at times deferential, almost timid.  Not much in the tit department, like Irene in that regard, but nice legs and an absolutely fabulous ass, better even than Irene's.

The next afternoon I got back to the office after a late, drink-filled lunch with a salesman and I was pretty high.  I dozed through the last hour or so of the afternoon until Ursula came, as usual, to check with me before going home.

“Is there anything more for me, Sir?”

"Sit down, Ursula. I don't like to drink alone."

"Oh no. I can't. I never drink. Not at the office."

"My secretaries always drink with me," I lied. "Sit down!"

"But?" and, as if chastened by my tone of voice, her haughty look of denial evaporated and she sat on the edge of the chair opposite my desk.  "Not much, sir. Just a weak one."

"Do you like working here?"

"Uh...yes.  Oh yes sir.  Very much!"  Her response had been, at first, tentative.  Then, it was an emphatic affirmative but I realized, emphatic because she wanted to please me, not because she meant it.

 "I don't think you mean that.  You don't really like it here, do you?"

 "Oh, I do.  Really, I do."  Her haughtiness was now totally gone, her eyes signaling something else altogether.  Fear? Was she afraid she'd lose her job?   "And I like working for you, too, sir."   The last was, I was sure, a lie.

"You don't act like you do, Ursula?"  I knew that my boss was screwing his secretary, a married one, at that.  Did this one want her job enough to put out for me?  I poured another drink and, without asking, I added some more to hers, also.  "I don't think you like me at all."

"But I do!"  Nervously she took a long drink from her glass and almost choked from the nearly straight vodka.  "I think you're nice."  Her eyes watered from the strength of the drink and her cheeks reddened, either from that or embarrassment.  "I like you a lot."

What the hell, I thought. It's worth a try. She can always say no. I got out of my chair and walked around the desk to stand before the seated, young woman. Taking her hands in mine I pulled her to her feet.

"Sir?  Do you want me to leave?  Are you going to?  To?  Fire me?"  Her full, pouty, lower lip was trembling as if she was going to cry.

"That wasn't what I had in mind, Ursula.  I wanted to find out if you really liked me."  Her body was tense and, as I drew her close, she held back for a moment.  Then, with a sigh, she let me pull her firmly against me.  I put a finger under her chin and tilted her pretty face up to mine, lowering my head until my lips were pressed to hers.  Her mouth was soft and I felt her lips tremble as I brushed them with mine.  Her eyes were closed, squeezed shut as if she was trying to block me from her mind, and I flicked my tongue across her mouth, then pushed it between the softness of her closed mouth.

"But, sir?  What are you doing?"  Ursula turned her head away, her voice quavering, timid.

"I just wanted to find out if you liked me...liked working here."  The thinly veiled threat might help, I mused as, with obvious reluctance, she again let me capture her mouth with mine.  I had both hands on the shelving prominence of her ass, now, and it felt as full and firm as it looked.  My tongue bumped her teeth but, as I pressed my advantage, her mouth opened and I was in.  At least, my tongue was in.  Was I going to get something else in, too?  Her belly was pressed to my groin, held there closely as I pulled firmly against my hips.  I felt a twitch of her stomach muscles and knew it was a reaction to the hardness of my erection against her.

When I released her and went to close and lock my office door, the young woman leaned back against the edge of my desk.  Her eyes were downcast, her hands hanging limply by her sides.  Yes, there was no doubt; she was going to give in, and without resistance.  The situation and her reaction enhanced my lust.  I'd seduced girls who weren't really willing, at first, and once I'd even used force, but I'd never had one s surrender to me out of fear or timidity.  What would it be like? Could I make it good for her?      

"You're a beautiful woman, Ursula.  I hope you'll be my secretary for a long time," I said softly, my voice husky with desire.  Her mouth opened easily this time and my tongue had free rein in the warm, moist cavern as I worked on the buttons and zipper at the waist of her skirt.

"Sir?  Do I have to?  I'm not that kind of girl."  I tasted the saltiness of the tears that trickled down her cheeks and, for a moment, I had pangs of guilt for what I was about to do.

"You're not a virgin, are you, Ursula?" I asked as I pushed her skirt and half-slip down over her flaring hips.

 "Yes...no...Almost," she whimpered as her skirt dropped to the floor.

"You can't be almost a virgin, Ursula."  I slid my hands under the waist of her panties and peeled them down over her prominent buttocks, caressing the silken flesh as I did so. "You've either been fucked before or you haven't. Which is it?"

"Oh Sir!  Don't!  Don't talk like that!"  Her already tense body stiffened even more at my crude statement or, perhaps it was just because her panties had joined her skirt and slip on the floor and her sex was now uncovered, bare and defenseless.

"But it's true, Ursula.  Once you've lost your cherry, you can't grow a new one."  My fingers brushed her mons, feeling the soft, fine, furriness of her scanty pubic hair.  I pushed my knee between hers, forcing her legs apart as she uttered a whimpering moan of half-hearted protest.  I could tell that she was resigned to her fate and I sensed that it was for her, déjà vu.  "Did your last boss break your cherry, Ursula?  Was he the first one to fuck you?"

"No...Yes...he did but he wasn't the one.  Not the first."  Her labia were fat and soft; the narrow crevice still dry to my touch as I stroked it and my mouth again covered hers.  And now I was opening her blouse.  "What if someone comes, sir? The cleaners?"

"They don't come tonight, Ursula.  We're all alone."  I unfastened my belt and let my pants and shorts drop around my ankles.  Cupping her lush ass, I lifted her bottom onto the desk.

"Are you?  Like?  You're going to use?  Like?  Protection, aren't you?"

"I don't have any," I replied, levering her thighs apart as I leaned closer until the tip of my cock could just feel the soft heat of her cunt.  "Do you have anything?"

"Oh no...Of course not, sir. But? But? What if?"

"Don't worry, my dear.  I won't go off in you.  Not in your cunt."  It hadn't been my plan, not originally, but I remembered how different it had been in Irene's ass and this woman had an even more appealing ass.  Why not?  And she likely had never had it that way, either.

"Play with yourself, Ursula.  Like you do in bed at night when you're alone."  Her submissive acquiescence to my licentious assault was inciting me to even more obscene actions and I guided her hand to her pussy.

"But sir?  Can't you just?  You know?  Do it?"  With obvious reluctance, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment, her fingers began to stroke her pussy.

"Use my cock, Ursula. Rub it on your pussy."

Tentatively, her hand grasped my wetly dripping tool and her gaze dropped to where it was poised at the mouth of her cunt.  "Oh?  Oh Sir?  It's too big!  You'll hurt me!"

As always I thrilled to the compliment, even one given in fear.  "It's not too big, my dear.  It's been in smaller girls than you.  And it's broken in virgins, too."  She was moving it between her labia and, although I couldn't be sure, I suspected that some of the moisture was now coming from her, too.  "That's the way, Ursula.  Just pretend you're home in bed, alone."

At first she manipulated my organ mechanically against the softness of her cuntflesh, her eyes closed again, her teeth biting her lower lip.  Soon, however, I detected the change.  Her other hand joined the first as she increased the pressure and tempo of her masturbation, her breathing becoming more and more laboured and now there was no doubt that her own oily fluids were flowing as, unwilled or not, her libido overcame her reluctance.

"Who's fucking you, Ursula?  Who's your dream lover?"

"No...Anh...nobody…doh…dohn't say that," the excited, young woman panted as her naked hips writhed and squirmed.

I pushed on her hands and the tip of my cock slid lower by only a fraction of an inch but that was all that was needed to place it at the mouth of her vagina.  I leaned closer and, as I felt the wet, slippery orifice surround my knob, I slid my hands under her bottom, holding her as I pushed into her snug, hot honeypot.

"Oh yes, baby...oohhh yesss," I sighed appreciatively as I thrust with little circular motions into the snugly clasping well of her cunt.  Her legs rose to wrap around my hips, pulling me deeper and my hands felt the flexing of her ass-muscles as she took me in.

"No...No...Nooooo," she moaned, her words contradicting her actions, and then I was grinding my pubis into the slushy softness of her cuntflesh, pushing up almost into her womb.

"Cum baby...cummm," I urged as her fingers dug into my back with painful force and her strong legs locked around me. Her hips bucked and gyrated and the muscles in her passage contracted as she uttered short, sharp cries. And then, as her orgasm subsided, she stiffened.

"Not in me...don't…don't go!" she protested, her legs loosening but not quite releasing their grip on my hips. I pulled out quickly for I was almost losing control.

"God, you're a hot piece, Ursula.  You're going to be the perfect secretary, aren't you?"

"Oh sir?  You didn't?  Didn't do it, did you?  Not in me?"

I looked at the young woman sprawled open-legged on the top of my desk, her fat, wet pussy gaping, the blondeness of her sparse pubic hair making her look like a precociously developed pre-teen.  I wanted her ass but that could wait until next time.  I pushed the thick knob of my tool between the soft, fat lips and felt her juicy passage again expand to grip me.

"No Ursula...I didn't...not yet...lie still, baby...just let me enjoy your lovely cunt for a few minutes more," and I slowly thrust and withdrew in and out of her snugly clasping fuckwell. "You like it, don't you Ursula...you like feeling your hot cunt filled with a cock."

"B...b...but...oohhh siirrrr...don't go in me...please don't go?"

I angled forward so the shaft of my tool was sliding firmly over the hard bump of her clit while I opened the buttons of her blouse.  The clasp of her bra was, conveniently, in front, between the nicely filled C-cups and it opened easily to reveal the bulging prominence of her pebbled areola with her nipples sticking out like pencil erasers from the tips.

"Where can I go, then, Ursula? Where do you want me to go off?"

 "Hanh...hanh...I'll use my hanhh...hand."  Her voice was strained, breathless, the words coming out gaspingly to my slow thrusts.  I could see her smooth belly bulge with each inward thrust, as if I was pumping her up, and her hips made tentative, upward jerks.

"No, baby...not like that...you have such a pretty mouth...soo sexy...and your ass..." I slid my hands under the large, firm globes and squeezed, "You have such a lovely bottom." Between the twin melons my probing fingers found the puckered hotness of her anal orifice, slippery with the juices that had trickled down the crease from her juicy twat and, as I pushed one finger against the tiny hole, feeling its delightful tightness as I entered to a one-knuckle depth, her hips tilted, retreating upwards.

"Nahhh...you wouldn't...couldn't," she moaned but I sensed a helplessness in her denial, a timorous, quaking prelude to acquiescence.  But, despite the temptation of her soft, red-lipped mouth or the promising, vise-like tightness of her asshole, the juicy clasp of her vagina was too delightful to abandon. The rest could wait.

"Don't move, Ursula...don't...you'll make me go off," I cautioned with fake urgency as her hips made a sudden wriggle, perhaps responding to the added titillation of my finger in her ass.  I began to fuck her wet, slippery cunt with a spiral motion and the pulpy cuntflesh molded to my cock, my shaft rubbing from side to side over her clitoris.

"Hannhh...annnhh...sirrrr...oohhh siirrrr...gotta stop...gotta," Ursula whined as, unable to control her unwilled arousal, her hips began to rock under mine, her motions causing the tiny muscles of her snug passage to squeeze my throbbing tool.

"Ursula...Ursula..,” I grunted, "You're doing it...you're making me cum!"

"Oohhh sirrrr...oohhhh...you can't.." but as I pushed deeper into the liquid clasp of her delightful sex, her hips angled receptively higher.

"Oohh baby...you're so hot...you love it, don't you."

"Nahhh...ahhhh.... oohh siirrrr...” I grasped her lush, firm assglobes and I felt them flex. She was fucking back at me. Pushing harder I forced her legs wider apart and felt the hardness of her cervix.  "Sirrrr...oohhh sirrr...oohhhh,"she cried out as I felt something give way. I knew she'd never had it as deep before and it made me as excited as if I was fucking a virgin,

"Hunh yunh hunh yunh," she grunted and now there was no reticence in her response. Her lush, firm hips were tilting and writhing as I hammered them, her breathless grunts of passion becoming more urgent.

"That's it, Ursula, baby...fuck up at me...fuck me!"

"Huh huh huh huh," she panted and I felt the contraction of her sheath, like a soft, pulpy fist on my tool. "Hunnhh... hannhh...annnnhhhh,”her breath exploded in loud,

hot gusts as she spasmed in climax.

My long delayed explosion followed her cries of ecstasy as my overheated sperm rushed along the deeply imbedded length of my tool to spurt into the deepest recesses of

her writhing channel, my cock bucking and jerking within the resilient canal. As if she was trying to milk every feared drop of my semen into her contracting snatch, Ursula's hips bucked and jerked, too, and her muscular passage drew on my shaft, draining me.

"Sirrrrr...oohhh sirrrr...oohhh noooo...what have you done?" she moaned as I came to rest against her open, now limp body.

"You did it, Ursula...you're too good...too hot...you made it happen."

"I...I couldn't help it, sir...I'm sorry," she whimpered. God. This was fantastic. I'd just coerced her into fucking me and, despite her fears, pumped her lush body full with my sperm, and she was apologizing to me, saying she was sorry for making it happen.

"Don't be sorry, baby," I said, drawing partway out of her cum-flooded sheath and seeing the creamy film that coated my deflating tool.  "You were wonderful."  Her legs dangled limply over the edge of the desk, her firm breasts still heaving from her unwilled passion and, as I pulled all the way out, she remained limp and docile on her back.

"Do you?  Like?  Can I keep my job if I let you do this?"

"You're going to be the best secretary I ever had, aren't you, Ursula?"

"Yuh...yes...I hope so?  But? Like...uh...will you use a condom next time?"

"We'll see, Ursula. I'll take care of you."  This was better than I’d hoped.  My haughty secretary wasn’t haughty at all.  She was just a lovely, docile vessel for my lust.  I helped her to her feet, imagining how good it would be to have her red lips wrapped around my cock or feeling those firm, lush buttocks writhing against my belly as I ploughed the tightness of her asshole.

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Erotic Odyssey II – College & Beyond

                                         Chapter Fifteen

                                      Submissive Secretary

"You wanted to see me, sir?"  It was three days since I'd fucked my lovely secretary, Ursula and during that time her eyes hadn't met mine.  Even now she was looking down at the paper littered top of my desk as she acknowledged my request that she come see me.  Was she remembering how it had been there, on top of my desk and being pumped full of my semen. God, she was sexy!

"More than I see now," I said, grinning lewdly.  "Are you still going to be the best secretary I ever had?"

"Oh, sir?  You don't?  You're married?  I'm scared I'll get...you know… pregnant?"

“Close the door, Ursula.  And lock it.”  The timorous way in which she hastened to do what I said was, for me, very erotic.  She had become, if anything, haughtier than ever since I’d fucked her but her annoying arrogance was reserved for her co-workers.  With me she was almost obsequious in her behavior.

"You mean you're afraid you can't control yourself?  You like it too much?" I got up from my chair and came around to her side of my desk.

"You're not being fair. I tried, sir?  It was just...like...you made me that way."  The beautiful, young woman cowered before me and her submissive reaction further ignited my unprincipled lust.

I don't believe you, Ursula.  I think you were trying to trap me.  You wanted me to go off in you like I did, didn't you?  You liked it."  I slid one hand down over her lovely ass, feeling its resilient, prominent firmness and hefting one luscious assglobe.

"Please, sir?  Do I have to?  Won't you…like...use protection?  If you’re going to…like…again?"

"It's not as good that way, Ursula."  She stood immobile and unresisting as my hand progressed down her skirt-covered thighs, then back up under her skirt.  My God!  She was wet.  Even through the fabric of her panties I could feel the moisture.  Was it all an act?  Did she want it as much as I.  "You're ready for it, aren't you, baby.  You've been waiting for it."

"No…no...that's not true, sir."  I felt her tremble but she spread her feet apart and opened her thighs to allow my fingers to slip under her panties to the soft, slippery wetness of her scantily furred pussy.  "Please, sir?  I'm afraid?  I'm scared you'll...you know?  Make me?  You know?"       

 "It can be safe, Ursula. Other ways."  My fingers were exploring the delightful, wet softness of her cuntflesh, rubbing her erect clit, as she stood, trembling beside me.

"I don't know?  What do you mean, sir?  How?"

"You know, Ursula," and I pressed my fingers to her lips.  "You know what I mean."

"But sir?  No?  You don't mean that?  Not that way?  I couldn't?  Never." There was a catch of uncertainty in her voice and I knew that never would be a short time, but I slipped my other hand lower, and then up between her asscheeks to touch her anus.

"It's safe there, Ursula.  Not as good, but safe."

Her eyes widened in unmistakable incomprehension.  I don't think, despite having my finger there when I'd fucked her, that she had any idea I might want to penetrate her ass.

"Sir?  You don't mean it?  Not there?"

 I turned her toward me and kissed her soft, moist mouth.  Damn, I would've liked to be the one that got her cherry but maybe she still had some lesser, but unplucked fruit.  Docile and submissive as we kissed she let me peel down her panties and, as I eased her toward the desk, she stepped out of the flimsy garment on the floor.  Puppet like, she let me turn her around and, as I pushed her shoulders down on the desk, she looked back at me with an apprehensive expression on her face.

"What?  What are you going to do?"

I quickly dropped my pants and undershorts down to my ankles and stepped out of them.  Wordlessly, I lifted her skirt and caressed the firm, white globes of her bottom.  Her fat pussy bulged out between the pale columns of her thighs, its glistening slit winking at me as I bent my knees slightly to position myself.

“Please Sir?  Don’t you have a condom?”  Ursula whimpered as I pushed into her snug cuntal receptacle, her body tense with apprehension.

“I’m not going to cum, Ursula.  Not yet,” and I began to plough her soft furrow while I stroked and caressed her lovely, round ass.  Her cheek rested on the paper scattered over my desk as she looked back at me, her eyes opening and closing in time with my slow thrusts.  And then I withdrew.

“Did you?  Did you do it…inside me?” 

“No Ursula…I didn’t go off,” I said softly as I spread the firm hemispheres of her luscious, round ass apart.  I grasped my rigid, juice-wet tool and began to transfer our fluids from her pussy to the crack of her ass.  Then, when the little, brown rosebud of her anus was wet and lubricated I pressed my knob against it.

"No...Oh Sir?  You can't.  Not there!" she gasped frantically when she felt the different pressure and she twisted away.

Ursula was defenseless as I held her shoulders down, pinning her upper body to the desk and, drawing back my free hand, I administered sharp-sounding slap, Smaacckkk! across her lush, firm buttocks, leaving a pink mark on the white mounds.

"Owwch...no...Oowwww," she cried out, trying to squirm away as I administered more punishment to her darkly blushing bottom. "Nooo... dohhnnn't," she pleaded but, with each successive slap, her efforts to escape lessened until she was docilely submitting to my relentless assault.  The only other time I'd spanked a girl was when I tried to punish the sub-teen temptress, Shirley but this time it excited me even more and, seeing how Ursula was docilely submitting to the stinging punishment of the jouncy globes of her behind and the loose-lipped way that she was looking back at me, it appeared that she, too was excited.

 Again I spread her asscheeks but, this time, she stayed still, her shoulders trembling, her face against the desktop. With one hand I stroked the hot, spank-reddened cheeks while the other directed my knob to her anus and anointed the puckering and shrinking little rosette of the tender orifice.

"Sir...oohhh sirrrr...you can't?" she mewled, timidly.

"Are you an ass-virgin, Ursula?  Hasn't anyone ever fucked you like this?"  I pushed harder against the tiny aperture.

 "No...yes....nobody...you can't...Don't?" and, as I pushed the head of my cock harder against the little circle, she moaned, "Dohhnnn’t...oohhh nooo," and her hand reached back to where my prick was nestled between her bulbous asscheeks and grasped it.  Sprawling as she was over my desk, she had to straighten her legs to reach my tool and, doing so, she pushed back at me.  She looked back over her shoulder, her mouth gaping loosely but her eyes had a strange brightness, as if her submissiveness and curiosity were dominating her apprehension.

 "It's safe, Ursula.  You won't get pregnant," and as I spoke, I pushed harder against the small posterior aperture.  The young woman involuntarily tightened her buttocks into taut melons, her hand clasping me more tightly, but she wasn't trying to direct it away from my lewd target.

 "Oohhh sirrrr...oohhh," Ursula groaned as my cock forced its way through the tight, constricting, gristly ring and up into the elastic warmth of her asshole.  Like a gristly vise the circumference of her canal stretched before my lecherous assault.  "Gawwww…Awwww…it hurrts." she cried out and her hips sank down on the desk as her hand, at last, tried to pull my cock away.  But it was too late.  Much too late, for I was almost half inside the tightly gripping tube of her luscious ass.   I reached under her to finger her sopping wet pussy.

"Lovely, Ursula...such a lovely ass...such a hot, tight asshole," I murmured as I slowly fucked deeper into her bowels.  With each, deeper thrust my secretary seemed to become more compliant conquered and humbled by my lecherous assault.  "You like it, don't you, baby," I taunted as I buried the last millimeter of my tool in the dark depths, worming my hips between her firm, bulbous asscheeks.  Then, as I screwed her slowly and fingered her clit, her widely splayed asscheeks began a jerking, rotating motion, pushing back at me with passionate force.  I felt the delightful, squeezing clasp lessen as she writhed against me and then, as her excitement rose near its peak, her anus loosened and became a slipperychannel into which I had no difficulty of access.  But it wasn't enough. Now that her asstube had expanded it was not like I remembered her snug, juicy cuntal corridor.  I wanted that again.  I wanted to feel her muscular squeeze at climax.

"C'mon, Ursula, baby. It's not enough," I murmured and I dragged her loosely compliant body from the desk, withdrawing from her nether passage and laying her on her back on the floor.

I was confident that she was not going to try to get away and, sure that that the place was unoccupied except for us, I went quickly to the bathroom next door and washed my throbbing tool.

“Nahhh...not safe," she whimpered as I spread her legs apart and knelt between them but, looking up at me submissively, she tilted her firm pelvis compliantly as my tool approached the gaping lips of her sparsely furred cunt.

Slowly I entered, savouring again the soft, yielding moistness of her passage. Not as tight as her asshole had been at first but infinitely more enjoyable. Wanting to prolong the pleasure I entered slowly but then her strong, shapely legs rose to lock around my hips and I was being pulled deeper into her snug corridor.

 "Unnngh!" she grunted as the tip of my cock bumped her cervix. "Hunngh!" I was deeper this time than when I’d had her on the desk, her hips raised and tilted by the thickness of her lower body and, if I'd entered new territory the first time, now I was remodeling the intimate recesses of her interior.  I ground against her warm, bare flesh and Ursula trembled against me, her body moving under mine, a slow jerk, at first, then an urgent heaving and writhing.

"Cum baby…cum with me," I urged as I began to fuck her with hard, full-length strokes and her hips rocked rhythmically with me.

"Hunh...unh...hanh...unh," she panted, the tempo of her breathing getting faster, and then it was "unh huh...unh huh...unh huh," as if she was urging me to go.  Her sheath relaxed it grip for a millisecond, then clamped down on my tool as she gyrated and bucked under me.  The tightly milking grip seemed to be drawing me into her, balls and all, and I felt the hot pain of my own climax begin at my heels. It was even better than the first time with her.

 "Yunh...yunh," I grunted as I pushed fiercely and I felt the glorious relief as my semen gushed into the depths of her body, flooding it, surrounding my cock as her passage milked me.

"Hunh...hanh...haannhhh," she sighed as, for a moment she became motionless before once again rocking her firm, wide hips under mine as if to ensure that she was extracting the last drops of sperm.

"You're fantastic, Ursula...fabulous," I sighed as I rested on her slowly rocking pelvis. "Was it good for you, too?"

"Ohh Sirr...oohhh...you did it...put it inside me again.  I feel it."

 "Yes, baby...and you wanted it, too, didn't you."

"But?  Ohhh Sirr?  Only because you wanted to.  Was I?  Did I satisfy you?  Did I give you what you wanted?  Am I a good secretary?"

Her response surprised me for a moment. I had expected recriminations, even though at the end she'd been a more than willing participant. Was she really now as acquiescent as she seemed to be?  Submissive?

" Was I the first to fuck your asshole, Ursula?"

"Yuh…yes, sir..." and she looked away shyly as her hips gave a little spasm under me, "and the first...like...like you're the only one who ever did it...like ...let your stuff go right up inside me."

I lowered my face to hers and kissed her slack-lipped mouth, which opened readily to my thrusting tongue.  "Maybe almost a virgin counts, then, Ursula."  I tongue-fucked her mouth.  "How about there, baby. Is your mouth virgin, too?"

"Oh, sir? I never…not that way, either," and she gave a little wriggle that almost re-ignited my lust.  "You're not?  You don't?"  Oh Sir?  I couldn't?  I won't!!" and the threat of that indignity brought on a sudden, exciting defiance although she remained limp and docile beneath me, still filled by my deflating tool.

"Oh?  We'll see about that," I said softly, a thinly veiled threat in my tone as I pulled my dripping penis from the sodden clasp of  her smooth, pink pussy and rolled her loose-limbed body over.  God, even though I was sated from the milking squeeze of her soft, muscular cuntsheath, the sight of her beautiful, nude body brought on a renewed tingle in my groin.

Ursula's cheek was pressed to the carpeted floor, her arms by her sides as she looked at me out of the corner of her eye.  What was she thinking?  I stroked the bulging hills of her lush, firm buttocks, my fingers trailing down into the deep valley that split her bum into two, symmetrical hemispheres. Probing gently I found the hidden, nether orifice, which, after being expanded and plumbed by my cock, remained much looser and open than before I had buggered the once-narrow tube.  My finger slid in easily and the young woman grimaced.  Was it pain or an erotic memory that caused her pretty lips to twist?  Deeper I probed, adding a second, then a third finger until all three were buried to the knuckles of my fist.  Her pneumatic assflesh jiggled in little ripples as I finger-fucked the elastic channel but, except for an occasional whimper, a soft intake of breath, Ursula was silent.

"What did it feel like, Ursula?  After it stopped hurting?  Was it bad?"

"Uh...no...not...like...you  can do it there again if you want."  I would, too, but not tonight. I'd wait until the hot passage had regained its virginal tightness, which, by tomorrow, I knew would be the case.

"Not tonight, Ursula. You know what I want now."

Her eyes widened in alarm.  "No! NO! I won't!" she said, defiantly.

"Oh?  You won't, eh?"  I withdrew my fingers from the heat of her asshole and went to the door.  "I'll be right back, Ursula."  I rushed to the bathroom to wash my hands and then, with the sudden need to urinate, I did so and washed my now limp tool.  The dangling, soft fleshtube, now barely four inches long, if that, swayed loosely as I walked back to my office.

Ursula was still lying there on my office floor, her cheek pressed to the carpet, her eyes at half-mast. From the center drawer of my desk I got a clear, plastic straightedge that I used as a ruler for drawing straight lines.  It was about twelve inches long, three inches wide and, although fairly thick, it was flexible.   I eyed the delightful shapeliness of her ass-mounds.  I was going to use the plastic as a ruler this time, too, but a different kind of ruler.

"Wh..what's that?" the young woman asked haltingly as I swished the flexible, flat wand. "What's that for?"  I could see the sudden alarm in her eyes as she began to suspect my plan. "NO! I'm gonna leave!" and she started to rise.

Quickly kneeling beside her I placed one hand in the small of her back, pushing her firmly down onto the carpet.  Her ass-muscles tensed as the wand swished through the air. Smaacckkk!! "Oowww...ooouucchh!" she cried out as the plastic made a sharp sounding slap across her bulbous buttocks.  Smmmaaacckk!!  Ssplaaattt!!  "Awww...oowww...oohhh… noo...hoh...dohonn'tt." she wailed as I punished her lush bottom, leaving pink marks on the rearing, white mounds. I wasn't hurting her, I knew, except for the exquisite, burning heat that the wand must be causing.

Mouth open, pressing her belly to the floor, Ursula pleaded, "Nooo...please sir...noo… don't...I'll...I'll...whatever you want...please, sir?"

Sssplaatttt!!  Sssssmaacckkk!!  I was no longer holding her down but, even as I administered two more resounding slaps to her reddened bum, Ursula made no attempt to twist away.  "Oohhhh...hanh...ahhhh," she moaned, looking back over her shoulder at me, her eyes bright and wide open. "Please...please...no more...please?"  Her meek, docile subservience exacerbated my lechery, as the girl remained still, her shoulders trembling, her face pressed to the carpet.

I knew that what I was doing was indefensible.  Ursula was probably a very nice girl in the traditional sense and I was taking advantage of my position and the power over her it provided.  I was treating her like a sex-object but the success I was having was intensely, lewdly erotic.  I’d never done anything like this before and I felt a bit guilty.  But the guilt was insignificant when compared to the lascivious desire that was excited by her uncharacteristic docility and humility.

"Get up, Ursula.  Come with me." I ordered in a stern voice and, obediently, the nearly naked, young woman rose first to her hands and knees, and then stood and she followed me meekly to the chair behind my desk.  "On your knees, Ursula. On your knees between my legs."

"Yes sir...yes," and with alacrity she knelt as commanded, looking up at me submissively.  The effect was intensely erotic.  The girl's lovely, red-lipped mouth gaped, her pink tongue projecting slightly from between and, as I cupped her face with my hands and gently urged her closer, she looked up at me timidly, opening her mouth wider as it approached my still flaccid organ.

"Do you know what to do, Ursula?"

"No?" she whimpered but, as I reached for the plastic wand on the desk, she quickly took my limp penis into her warm hand. "Yes...yes...I know...I think I do," she gasped and her soft, warm lips enclosed the head of my cock.

"Use your tongue, baby...lick it...make it hard."  I felt her tongue flick delightfully over the sensitive tip of my organ and her fingers gripped it tightly.  "All of it, Ursula.  Take all of it in your mouth."

"Hannhh? Annh," she whimpered as her soft lips slid down over the soft fleshtube.  I pushed on the back of her head but she seemed to need no more encouragement.  Her nose pressed to my pubis and her lips were wrapped around the base of my tool.  It couldn't last like this, I knew. Already the blood was rushing into my penis and her hot, little mouth would be too small to contain my erection.  "Glanngh...urrgghh," Ursula gagged as the tip of my expanding tool bumped the back of her throat.  She backed off momentarily, looking up apprehensively and then bravely trying to engulf my rapidly swelling penis again with her hot, moist mouth. "Glungh...unnngh...glungghh," she gagged as she took my bulbous knob to the limits of her oral cavern.  "Glungghh…cahnn't...too big," she whimpered as her other hand joined the first to grasp my shaft.

The sight of my once haughty and arrogant secretary on her knees before me, servicing me humbly and obediently was intensely erotic.  She was mine, my own docile sex-slave and I was going to take full advantage of her meek subservience. 

"That's good, baby...that's good...take all you can...suck it," and, obediently, she tightened her lips around me, her pretty cheeks hollowing as she drew on my now rock-hard cock.  It was superb.  She uttered an occasional, throaty gasp when the tip of my organ bumped the back of her throat, her small hands gripping it tightly as, without moving her head, she sucked wetly on my throbbing spear.  "You can take a break, sweetie," I said softly yet she seemed almost reluctant to relinquish her oral grip on my cock.

"Am I? Is it...like...what you wanted, sir?" she asked tremulously as I slipped my hands under her armpits and drew her to her feet.

"You've done it before, Ursula. I can tell. You're fabulous."

"No...Oh no sir...never...I never did it before," she protested, "You're the first."

"Maybe?" I murmured.  And I'm pretty sure she was telling me the truth.  Sit on my lap," I commanded as I swung the armrests of the chair outward so she could straddle me.  Was this why the chair had that type of armrest, so secretaries could straddle their bosses?

Ursula's pussy was well greased from my earlier eruption into its satiny confines and, as she sat astride my hips, I guided my resurrected tool to the slimy, pink lips.  "Once more for you, Ursula.  And then after that, once more for me."  Acquiescently, the young woman wriggled forward on my thighs as her juicy fuckwell enclosed me.

"Sir?  Oh, sir?" she whimpered when I felt the hardness of her cervix.  It's too? I don't think?  And she looked down to where almost two inches of my thick organ were as yet unburied, "too much...won't go?"

"You can take it, Ursula...you've taken it before," I murmured, but I knew that, open and astride me as she was, I'd go deeper than ever before.

“Buuut?  Oohhh Sirrrrr?" the girl moaned and, with an apprehensive grimace, she sank down compliantly on my fuckspear.  Her legs straightened out, horizontally.  "Hunnnnghh!" she exclaimed as her almost nude cuntlips stretched around the thick base of my penis.  If I had rearranged her internally the last time, this time I must have gone right up into her belly.

"That's it, baby...that's it...now fuck me, Ursula...fuck me."

"Hunngh unnngh...yunnngghhh unnngh," she grunted throatily as she followed my command.  At first it was smooth and mechanical, in her submissive obedience to my demands.  It may hurt some women to be expanded inward as she was being expanded but any discomfort she may have felt must have been transient.  I was leaning back in the chair and she was holding my shoulders tightly, using her grip to aid the back and forth movement of her firm ass on my thighs.  We were both sweating and the wetness, combined perhaps with lubricating fluids escaping her cock-plugged twat, made the movements smooth and effortless.  But then, very soon, her motions became more erratic, her hips rotating, writhing, her breathing ragged and rapid.

"You love it deep, don't you, baby...love it.."

"Nahhh...hanhhh...nahhh...hanhhh," she panted, futilely protesting her surrender to my obscene coercion. "Nahh hanh hanh hanh," her breath sounded in explosive grunts and her trim ass wriggled as she jolted against me, faster and faster, her firm breasts bouncing and jiggling with each thrust.

“Cummm Ursula...cummm," I urged and, with a sudden, sharp intake of breath, she ground her soft, smooth pelvis against mine, taking every last millimeter of my shaft into her sex.

"Hannnhhh....annnhhhh!!!" she exclaimed as I felt her passage relax its vice-like grip for a microsecond, as if thereby she could take me even deeper, and then the tiny muscles were grasping me, milking me, as she jerked and jittered through her orgasm.

"You're fabulous, Ursula...the best," I sighed, leaning back and looking at the beautiful, young woman as she slumped down, limp and sated, still impaled on my hugely throbbing tool.

"Hannhh...sirrrr...oohhh sirrrr...I didn't...didn't feel you?"

"That's because I didn't go off, baby. Not yet. You know what I want." I lifted her lush buttocks up off my hips and she looked at me nervously.

"But?  You mean?  In my mouth?"

"That's right, Ursula. In your pretty mouth. Now!" I squeezed her bum.

The girl was still sufficiently cowed by the spanking that, with a resigned whimper, she slid off my lap to her knees between my legs.  "But? But, sir?  What do I do?  Like?  When you go?" She looked up at me subserviently as her soft, red lips enclosed the peach sized knob.

"Swallow, Ursula...suck and swallow...until I tell you to stop."

It is obscenely erotic to see a girl...woman...with her mouth filled with cock and her eyes looking up as if seeking approval of her oral caress. And, after fucking her snug sheath for as long as I just had, I was ready to cum.

"Mmmmph...Glungghh...Mmph...Glanngh," sounded wetly from her mouth as her head bobbed and her hot mouth suctioned my tool.

"Yes, baby...yesss...it's cumming," I moaned as I felt the paralyzing heat in my dangling testicles.  "Don't stop, Ursula...don't stop!"

The urgency in my voice seemed to trigger something in her and she gagged as she tried to take more into her mouth.  Her eyes widened in alarm as I felt my explosion begin and I suspect she felt that momentary, swelling expansion of my shaft in her mouth.  But she didn't stop.  Didn't even back off.

"Gluurrghh," sounded wetly as I erupted and, as I did, her soft lips tightened their grip on my tool and her eyes squeezed shut.  "Gluurpp," she swallowed noisily,  "Gluurrpp... shluurrrpp...Gluurrpp," sounded sibilantly from her obediently sucking mouth.  Her eyes opened again but she continued sucking me, looking up at me, submissively waiting for permission to stop.

"Wonderful, Ursula...wonderful," I moaned. "You can stop now."

"Was I?  Did I do it right, sir?" she asked timidly as she released her mouth grip, a dribble of gism trickling stringily from the corner of her mouth.

"You were perfect, Ursula...well...almost perfect."

"Uh?  Like?  What?  What was I s'posed to do, sir?"  Her tongue traversed her red lips leaving a film of  the pale white cum-saliva mixture on them.

"It's OK, Ursula...perfect is when I'm all the way in your mouth."

"But...but sir...you're too big?"

"You can learn, Ursula. You can take it all."

Her head dipped again and her mouth engulfed my shrinking too.  Damn. She was ready to try.  "It's OK, Ursula.  Next time.  Next time you can try."

"Are you sure?  Is it OK?"

"It's OK, sweetie.  You're on the way to being my best ever secretary."

“Can I go home now?”  Ursula stood up shakily, her pouty lips quivering as she looked timidly at me.

“Yes my dear.”  I cupped her bare bottom with my hand.  “You are very good, Ursula.  I hope you get some pleasure, too.”

“Uh…I do, Sir.”  She bent to retrieve her panties from the floor and, leaning against the desk for support, she pulled them on.  “But…like… I wish you’d use protection.”

As I’ve said before, I’m either weak-spermed or very lucky.  Ursula didn’t get pregnant even though I never did use protection.

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Erotic Odyssey II – College & Beyond

                           Chapter Sixteen

                           Teen Temptation

I'm sure it's obvious that my taste in women is catholic, not to be confused with Catholic, although I have no aversion to Catholics either.  I knew, however, by the time I was into my thirties, that I liked them young with big tits although, so far, my young ones had mostly been so young that their breast development was limited. My secretary, Marlene, had awakened a sleeping monster within me and now submissiveness and timidity were added to my dream girl’s qualifications, at least it did if the woman also liked being submissive, as Marlene seemed to. She, like my sub-teen conquests, was only modestly endowed, boob-wise but the furtive, lewd curiosity of a teenaged babysitter provided me with an opportunity to pursue my latest licentious desire.

Val and I, by that time, had two young children and this led, of course, to babysitters.  These girls, and mostly we got girls, were usually cute and young but, although I'd screwed many girls as young or younger than they, I had not gone after a teenager, or at least, one younger than seventeen since before I had married.  In fact, in retrospect, my cousin, Lucy, was the only teenager in that age category I'd ever had although I'd had more than my share of sub-teens, as the reader knows.  But anyway, I was now a mature man, or so I believed.

Whether I was mature or not is open to question but our regular sitter for the past several months had attracted my lecherous attention.  Belinda, despite her youth, was about 5'9" tall, somewhat overweight with very large breasts but, because of her height, she did not look fat.  She seemed to be a polite, shy and obedient youngster but I hadn't had enough contact to know how docile or submissive she might be.  Nor did I expect to find out.  After all, she was our babysitter and her parents were our friends.

We returned late from the company Christmas party, both of us feeling the effects of too much alcohol.  Val was bordering on unconscious, in fact, and as soon as we got home, I helped her upstairs to bed, not wanting Belinda, our sitter, to see her in that condition and then report on it to her parents.  Not that they didn't already know that Val sometimes overindulged.  After putting her to bed, Val, that is, not the sitter, I went downstairs again.

Normally I drove Belinda home after she sat for us but this time, knowing we'd be late and my driving skills questionable, we had agreed with her parents that she'd sleep over.  We had a pullout sofa in the basement where she could sleep.

"So, how did they behave? Did they give you any trouble?"

"Oh no, Sir.  They were very good."  The girl looked at me with a strange expression, like she wasn't telling me everything, and I looked at her more closely.  Damn, I mused, I wish I were younger so I could check her out.  Probably already fucks like a mink, the way things are nowadays.  My views were no doubt coloured by my own actions when I was her age.

"Are you sure, Belinda?  Nothing happened, did it?"

"Oh no, Sir."  Her pretty face flushed and she looked down at the floor.  "They were… uh…like I said...perfect."  Then when, furtively, she glanced at me, there was a strange look in her eyes, an apprehensive, almost frightened expression.  What had happened?  Had she done something wrong?  Was she afraid I'd find out.

"You didn't have friends here with you tonight, did you?"  Maybe she'd taken advantage of the opportunity to get it on with her boyfriend, if she had one, and as I surveyed her tall, shapely form, I couldn't imagine that she didn't have a boyfriend.  She was wearing an old, threadbare terrycloth bathrobe that had been Val's and it was too small for her big, teenaged form.  It came down only to mid-thigh and it barely closed across her buxom body, emphasizing the size of her breasts as well as the plump width of her hips.  She certainly did not look like any fourteen year old I'd seen before and I felt a stirring in my groin.  Damn, drunk or not, Val was going to get it tonight.  I'd pretend she was Belinda, even though it would take some imagination to have Val's firm, slender shape and modest boobs match this cute teen's voluptuous charms.

"Oh Sir! Of course not.  I didn't!"  Her reply was defensive, more than was warranted, I thought.  I looked around but saw no signs of company there, in the living room.

"OK," I replied.  "I'd better check the furnace before I go to bed." That gave me an excuse to check the basement room where she was to sleep and I went to the basement stairs with the sitter following me.  At the bottom of the stairs I looked around.  No, nothing incriminating there, no glasses or condom wrappers.

"So, did you watch TV all evening?" I asked.

Belinda's face became even redder and she still didn't look at me as she replied, "Uh, yeah..that's what I did."

There’s something wrong here, I thought, and then I saw something out of place.  My wife and I, but mainly me, had a modest collection of pornography.  Classical stuff, mostly, some Aubrey Beardsley prints, some Victorian erotica and that sort of thing.  One exception, however, was a glossy magazine that graphically illustrated heterosexual sex in fine detail with large-breasted girls and hugely hung men performing vaginal, oral and anal sex.  The collection was kept in the piano bench, under the music books.  I'd been planning to find a more secure location but the kids were still too young for it to matter that much so I hadn't done anything.  Now, as I looked around, I saw the corner of that lewd magazine projecting from under the top of the piano bench.  So that was it.  Belinda had found our porn collection and that's why she was acting so strangely.

"Did you learn anything new?"

"Uh, what do you mean, Sir?" but, as she replied she glanced over at the piano bench and saw what I had seen.  Her face, already flushed, went scarlet as her eyes met mine for just a moment before she looked down at the floor.

"You know what I mean, Belinda."  The thought of the big teenager studying those explicit, obscene pictures exacerbated my already aroused lust.  How could I take advantage of her oversight in not putting the book back properly?  "I didn't know you were such a sneaky girl," I said, trying to sound harsh.  "I don't think your parents will be any more pleased than I am."

"Oh Sir.  Oh no.  Please don't tell them," she said in a meek, frightened voice that sounded especially so, coming from such a big girl.  "I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have done it.  And I didn't really look at it. Not when I realized what it was.  Please...please don't tell them?" and I saw that her eyes were flooded with tears.

"I have to, Belinda. It's my responsibility."  The girl clenched and unclenched her hands as she stood quaking before me.  In her distraught state, she didn't notice that the tie on her robe had come undone and her robe was open.  "It wouldn't be right, Belinda.  I have to tell them.  And, in my opinion, you should be taught a lesson.  You know they'd agree with me, too, don't you."

"But? But, Sir?  Can't you?  Like?  I'll do anything if you don't tell them.  I'll babysit for free...I'll do anything."  She was looking at me now, her tear-wet eyes pleading . "Can't you punish me or something, instead of telling them?"

"Why are you so scared of them, Belinda?"  My gaze was fixed on her breasts, the large, fat fleshbags heaving and jiggling under her pajama top, the dark circles of her areola visible through the sheer fabric.  God, they're big, I thought.  And she's only fourteen. "Maybe I'd punish you worse than they would?"

"No...Yes...I know, Sir, but?  Like?  I don't mind.  I'd die if they found out?"  The youngster's full lips glistened moistly as she pleaded and I was becoming increasingly aroused by the servility of her begging.  I knew then I just had to have her big, ripe, young body.  Was she a virgin?  It would be easier if she wasn't but it had been many years since I'd popped a cherry.  My last one had been young Sally in college, if I didn't count maybe getting Irene's claimed virginity, but even that was four years ago.

"Well? I don't know, Belinda?  I really ought to tell them?"

"Please...oh please sir," and Belinda dropped to her knees on the carpet, her hands clasped in front of her as if she was in praying to me.  "You can punish me...spank me… anything...I don't care...just don't tell them, Sir?  Please don't?"

The loose neck of her pajama top sagged open and, from my vantage point, standing above her, I could see her big, naked breasts jiggling and swaying as she knelt before me.  My God.  Yes!  Her nipples were sticking out, too.  Were my threats somehow turning her on?  Did she see the bulge in my trousers?  Did she now what she was doing to me?  How was I going to get into her?

"Get up, Belinda," I said in a stern voice as I reached down to her.  "I don't think you understand what you've done.  How your behavior is making this difficult for me."  I led her over to the daybed, which was open, the bedclothes mussed up as if she'd actually been screwed on it.  Had the pictures turned her on?  Had she masturbated?  If she had, I doubted that it was because of the magazine since most girls, women, aren't turned on especially by pictures.  "I really ought to call your parents right now."

"Please don't.  Pleease.  I'm sorry, Sir.  I wish I hadn't done it."  She sat on the bed beside me, her fat, round thighs pressed tightly together as if she surmised my lewd interest in what lay between them.  "Are you going to spank me?"  Her voice quavered and her lower lip trembled, on the edge of tears.

"Is that what you think you deserve?"  Surely not?  She was just too big to spank, even if she was only fourteen.  But I'd spanked Marlene and she was in her twenties?

"N no...y yes...I don't know, Sir?  I know what I did was wrong?" The girl edged away from me in fear.

"It would be wrong for me to beat you, Belinda.  I really must call your parents.  If they found out that I'd let you see those pictures and I didn't warn them...well...they'd be mad at me too.  They might blame me for teaching you things?"

"Oh please, sir...pleeease...isn't there something else…some other way?  I'll work for you...clean house...anything you want. Please?"

"Will you undress for me, Belinda?  Will you do what the girls in the magazine did?"

"Mr. A!"  The youngster's mouth opened in shock at my question.  "Oh, Sir.  I couldn't.  I'm too young.  You're…" and she paused without completing whatever she was going to say.  But she'd seen my porn collection and it had made her realize that, despite our age difference, which, in her adolescent eyes must have seemed obscene, I wanted to fuck her . And she may have seen that one of the models had a bald, (likely shaved), pussy and looked no older than she.  Her pretty lips trembled as, in a frightened voice, she meekly concluded, "But I'm only fourteen."

"You're right, Belinda.  I shouldn't even have suggested it.  It was just...well...you don't look fourteen...and you said you'd do anything."  I reached for the phone beside the bed.  "I'll call your parents."

"No...Please, sir, please don't call them," and she reached beseechingly to grab my hand and hold me back.  "I'll do it.  I'll do whatever you say."  With tears coursing down her cheeks, the frightened, young girl awkwardly shrugged off her robe, her big, heavy breasts bobbling and jiggling provocatively as she did so.  "You're not?  Like?  You don't mean everything she did, do you?"

"Take off your pajamas too, Belinda."

"Oh Sir?  Please?  Don't make me do that?"  Beseechingly, she looked at me but, when I glanced toward the phone on the bedside table, she quickly pulled the top off over her head, baring her large, fat tits.

"God, Belinda, you're bigger than the girls in the pictures, aren't you?"  The busty youngster looked down at her naked breasts and, with instinctive modesty, she crossed her arms over her marvelous chest.  "Get the book, Belinda, so I can see how you compare."

"Please, Sir.  Can't you just spank me?"

I looked toward the phone again and, on shaky legs, the girl went to the piano bench and brought back the magazine without looking at it, her huge jugs bouncing as she walked.

"Yes, you are bigger, aren't you." I said as I showed her the cover picture, which featured a nude girl who looked not a whole lot older than Belinda.  The girl in the picture was kneeling before a hugely hung man, his cock only an inch from her face, and a thick gob of gism was drooling from her red lips.  Did Belinda understand what was being illustrated.  I pictured her red, full-lipped mouth wrapped around my cock.  No.  That was too much.  Fucking her would be enough to satisfy me.

"What did she just do, Belinda?  Before the picture was taken?"

"Uh...uh...I d don't know?" the girl stammered and her face became scarlet with embarrassment.

"Sure you do, Belinda, don't you?  Do you do that for boys?"

"NO! NEVER!  It's awful.  You're not?  Not that?"

"We'll see, Belinda.  You have an awfully pretty mouth."

"B but?  Oh Sir?"  The girl was again on the verge of tears.

"Take off your pajama bottoms, now, Belinda."

 My tone was again stern and, with a sob, the girl peeled off the flimsy garment.  I placed a hand on her thigh, near the juncture with her hips and she jerked away, nervously.

"Spread your legs, Belinda."

With a timid quiver the girl obediently parted her thighs.

"Now, stand up.  In front of me."  Like a puppet, the big girl got to her feet and let me guide her so that she was standing astride my legs with her feet well apart and her pussy open and defenseless, the fat lips gaping very slightly like a hotdog roll that had been cut but not spread for the wiener.  Their was a sparse growth of curly hair on her mons and the fuzzy beginnings of more hair below it that gave her pudenda a velvety appearance.  I slid my hand up her inner thigh and felt the tension in her body as my hand closed over her soft, fat pussy.  As I expected, it was wet, proof that she'd been masturbating not long before.  At least, I think that was the reason unless the ordeal I was putting her through was perversely arousing the young girl's libido?  "Why do you think you're so wet, Belinda?  Did the sight of this make you horny?" and I pointed to the man's dripping tool.

"N.n.no…I?..it?..oohh Mr. A. Please don't."

"Is your boyfriend's as big as that, Belinda?"

"I...I don't have a boyfriend, Mr. A."  Her response was strangely subdued, as if she had resigned herself to whatever I was going to do.

"Are you a virgin, Belinda?"

"Uh, yes," and she repeated what I think she thought might be a defense from my advances.  "I'm only fourteen."

"I was only eleven, the first time," I replied, "and so was the girl who did it with me.  And she sure wasn't built like you.  She was more like this one, Belinda,” and I opened the book to the picture of a young looking, small-breasted model sitting impaled on a man's thick tool.  Her clean-shaven cuntlips were spread in a wide, inverted Vee by the huge organ.  "And she looks younger than you, doesn't she?"

"But?" and her bare shoulders seemed to slump in defeat, as if I had destroyed her principal defense.  "But I've never?  Please?" When my fingers probed in her wet, slippery slit, her body stiffened and she grabbed my hand, trying vainly to remove it from her mons.

I looked toward the telephone and with a response as conditioned as that of a laboratory rat reacting to an electric shock when it chose the wrong food the girl released her restraining grip from my hand.

I stood up and pushed down my pants and shorts. "Get on your knees, Belinda. Kneel."

"Please...I am…I know I'm too young," the girl whimpered but she dropped obediently to her knees and when she did, my outthrust tool bumped her chin.

"Nahh...nooo," she cried and jerked her head away, falling back on her ample haunches.  "I can't."

"All right, then," I said sternly and looked over at the phone.

"Please, sir… I'm sorry," Belinda gasped, anxiously.  "I didn't mean it," the youngster whimpered and she looked up, her eyes widening at the sight of my threatening penis.  "What do you want me to do?  You can touch me...anything...I don't care."

"But, Belinda?  You're still only fourteen.  Are you sure?  Anything?"

"Oohh yesss...anything.."  The words came out in a defeated sob.

"Stand up, Belinda."  All sorts of lecherous scenarios flashed through my mind.  Could I photograph her, get her to masturbate, have her suck my cock, re-enact the scenes in the magazine? Maybe, but I wasn't yet completely sure that she was sufficiently cowed to do my bidding.

"Yes, Mr. A."  Obediently, the young girl got to her feet and stood facing me, her mouth slightly agape, and her eyes downcast.

"See what you've done to me, Belinda?  I'm in pain.  Are you going to do something about it?  Do you know how to help me?"

"Sirr...I?  Are you going to?  Do you want to?  You know?  Do it?  Is that what you want?"

"Do what, Belinda?"  God, she was all I could ask for, a big, beautiful, ripe-bodied young girl standing there timidly, prepared to submit docilely to my lustful desires.  "Tell me what you think I want to do to you?"

"Uh?  Like?  You know?  Make love?"

"Is that what you'd call it?  Isn't there another way to say it that's more appropriate?"  Her arms hung loosely by her sides and her gaze was fixed on my rampant tool.  "Say it, Belinda!"

The girl recoiled at my stern tone.  "B.b.but?  You know?" she stammered and, when my expression didn't soften, she said in no more than a whisper, "Are you going to f.f.fuck me?  Oh please, sir?  Please?  I can't."  She looked to be on the verge of tears as she spoke.

"Yes, Belinda.  When I'm ready to."  I took her hands in mine and drew them to my upthrust staff.  "I'm going to put this in your hot, juicy cunt, Belinda."

"But? B.but, Sir? No.  Oh no, I won't!"  She twisted away, her eyes widening in fright at the thought of being penetrated by my thick, eight inch tool and I pulled her, face down, across my thighs.

Smaacckkk!  Smaacckkk!  Smaacckkkk!  In quick succession I lay three, hard, openhanded slaps on her big, jouncy bottom and the soft, bare flesh jiggled and reddened.

"Yowww...oowwww...owwwch,"the girl protested, her hips squirming delightfully on my hips, her warm, soft bellyflesh writhing against my tool.

Slaappp!  Smaacckkk!  Splaattt!  My hand burned so I could imagine how her tender bottom must feel.  Smaacckk!  Splaatttt!

"Nooo...oowwww...dohon't..Dohohohnn’t"the babysitter wailed as she suddenly went limp, her heavy body quivering against me.  It was a good thing that Val was drunk or, for sure, she'd have heard the girl's loud complaint.   "Pleease Mr. A. Don't spank me any more.  I'll do it.  I'll let you." 

I'd done it.  The young, ripe-bodied babysitter was subjugated, mine.  Coercion and physical abuse had made her surrender.

Smaacckk!  Smaacckkk!  I fiercely laid two more stinging blows on the delightfully jiggling globes as she lay there whimpering but compliant, defeated.

"Promise, Belinda?  Promise you'll do what I say?"  The feel of her submissively sprawled form against my bare flesh and the timid quaver of her young voice added to my lust. It was awe-inspiring.

"Yes...I promise...just don't spank me...don't tell."

I knew that what I was doing was not only obscenely immoral but also dangerously illegal but the temptation of this now submissive and compliant young beauty was too much for reason.  I was going to fuck her.

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Erotic Odyssey II – College & Beyond

                             Chapter Seventeen

                            Breaking In Belinda

The fourteen-year-old girl looked back over her shoulder at me, as she lay sprawled naked across my thighs.  "Get up, Belinda.  Lie down on the floor."

Obediently, the full-bodied youngster squirmed off my lap and, looking up timidly, she knelt, then turned to lie on her back on the carpet.  Her legs were closed but, as I sat on my heels beside her and placed a hand on her thigh, she slowly opened them.

"Touch me, Belinda.  Put your hands on my cock."  I slid my hand up between her thighs until it rested on the fat fleshfolds of her young pussy.

The girl timidly touched my rock-hard tool with her fingers and then, with a soft whimper, she wrapped them around the thick staff, her fingers unable to enclose it completely.  I fucked her hand and, guessing what I wanted, her warm hands nervously caressed the thickly veined cylinder and she looked at me, as if seeking my approval.  "You… it's so big, Mr. A? " she said meekly, looking with an expression of awe.  "I didn't know...like ...it was so big?"

"You're a big girl, Belinda."  I fingered the wet, pulpy lips of her cunt. "  You need a big one.  And your fat pussy is already wet and slippery.  It'll slide in easy.  You'll see."  Gently and skillfully I began to finger her soft, young snatch.

The girl's clitoris was already enlarged and, when I hefted one of her heavy breasts it felt firmer, the nipple engorged as, willing or not, her young body responded to my lecherous assault.  I slid my middle finger past the finely corrugated mouth of her vagina and felt the soft, clasping grip of her inner cuntflesh, and then as I pushed deeper my fingertip encountered a blockage.  A thrill of satisfaction surged through me.  Yes.  She had told the truth.  She was still virgin.  God, it was going to be wonderful to get her cherry, to initiate her big, young body into the delights of fucking.

"Spread your legs wider, Belinda," and I watched lustfully as she opened them.  "Wider.  As far as you can."  Her lush hips shifted as she splayed her long, plump legs widely apart and then I knelt between them.

From the neck down, Belinda was a voluptuous, desirable woman but, above the neck, she was just a pretty, young teenager.  For just a moment, as I looked at the timid, subservient expression on the young girl's face I felt a twinge of guilt for what I was preparing to do.  But it was a fleeting moment.  Like a fleshy magnet, her big breasts drew my gaze back to their opulent loveliness, the melon-like mounds standing high, the tips flattened by their weight, her nipples standing out like bullets from the creamy globes.

I lowered myself over her, propping my upper body up about a foot from her opulent mammaries and looked lower, to the broad plain of her hips and pelvis, her lightly furred mons bulging below the larger bulge of her plump belly.

Belinda's gaze was fixed on my penis which rested on her belly, the tip reaching up past her navel.  What was she thinking?  It would be up in her almost that far after I devirginated her.  Was she thinking of that?  Did she wonder if she could take it?  I didn't, but only because I'd been in smaller women, girls, than she.

I directed the bulbous tip of my tool to the moist softness of her young pussy.  The labia were hairless, the hotdog bun for my jumbo wiener.  As the sensitive tip of my cock came into contact with her soft, hot cuntflesh I could barely restrain my lustful urge to complete my obscene designs on the big adolescent right then but I paused to savour the salaciousness of the moment.

"Hannh," the girl whimpered and her big, plump frame tensed as I rubbed my cock in the soft, humid slit, feeling her fat cuntlips enclose me wetly.  I stroked the pulpy crevice, moving my cock down to her little bumhole, and then drawing it slowly upwards past the hot mouth of her vagina to her hard, bulging clitoris.  Her broad, deep hips remained motionless and her long, plump legs stayed slackly open as I played my lustful game on her young, inexperienced sex.  Belinda's breathing became more rapid, then laboured, and I knew it was time to complete my licentious assault.

"Can I fuck you now, Belinda?  Are you going to let me break your cherry?  Or should I call your parents?"  It wasn't necessary to say that but, perversely; I wanted the girl's complete, absolute surrender.

"Nah...hanh...no...yes...I mean...hanh...don't call...you can do it," she panted as she braced herself for what she knew was to come.

I found the hot, juicy orifice and pushed in, feeling her soft cuntmouth surround my knob.  I looked down at the big youngster, fixing the image in my memory.  Her full-lipped mouth hung slackly open, her big eyes looking up at me in fearful submission.  Her big breasts jiggled and I could see the nervous palpitations of her convex belly.

"You're a lovely girl, Belinda," I sighed.  "I'll always remember this," and I pushed  in deeper.  Her red lips opened to reveal her clenched, white teeth in a flinch of discomfort when my cock met her hymeneal barrier and her pelvis rotated defensively downwards.

"Should I stop, Belinda? Do you want me to stop?"  There was no chance of that happening, not now, but the voluptuous youngster's docile acquiescence spurred me to demand even more.

"Nah…no...hanh...don;t stop…you can do it," she whimpered but I knew it was fear, not uncontrolled passion that produced the reply. Her hips tilted, legs opening wider as, bravely, she offered her unsullied, young cunt up to be ravished.

This was special.  The only fully ripe cherry I'd had was BB's but she hadn't really been conscious, not like this girl.  Janey and Irene may have been virgins but I hadn't had the satisfaction of breaking their hymens and the other virgins, Janet, Cindy and Kim had been underaged and immature.  I wanted to savour every moment of this one.

I pushed harder and saw Belinda's pretty mouth gape, her eyes widen at the pressure on her tender gate.  Her belly bulged roundly and her thighs pressed warmly to mine but she didn't back away.  She looked up, her expression a satisfying blend of apprehension and submissive compliance.

"Hannhh," Belinda moaned, her lips drawing back from her white teeth in an expression of discomfort as the tough membrane stretched before my unprincipled assault.  Ripe though her cherry might be, it was also tough, and I was surprised at its resistance. "Unnghh!"  A sharp cry escaped the young girl's lips as, with an almost audible implosion, her cherry popped and four inches of my weapon surged up into her hot, tight sheath.  Hers wasn't the tightest cunt I'd entered but it was, nonetheless, delightful. "Annnghh."  A hot outrush of breath sounded from her as I pushed relentlessly upward into her big, young body, feeling the softly clinging walls of her cuntal corridor expanding around my thick tool.  I shifted higher above her slackly unresisting body, rotating my hips so that my penis spiraled and stretched the hotly engulfing channel.  Big though she was, before I was completely ensheathed I felt the hard bump of her cervix and saw her mouth twist in an indefinable expression as my cock displaced it and I completed my penetration of her virgin cunt.

"Are you OK, Belinda?" I asked solicitously as my hips came to rest against her plump width.  "Does it hurt?"

"Nahhh...Yunnhh...annnhh...oohhh," she moaned.  The expression on her pretty, young face added to the feeling of obscene triumph I'd experienced when her cherry had popped.  She looked totally subservient, perhaps cowed by my huge presence inside her just devirginated passage.  The expression in her eyes was part pain, part fear and an indefinable something else, like an invitation to do more

I peeled off my shirt and lowered my hairy chest to her large tit-pillows, relishing the yielding softness of the melon-sized globes.  I squirmed against them, rubbing my chest on hers as I wriggled farther between her loosely spread thighs.  The whole thing was so sensuously exciting that I knew I would have to pause and regain control so I slid my hand between our closely pressed bodies and found her clit.

"God, Belinda," I murmured as I played with the erect, little bud, "You're built for this.  So big yet so tight."  My fingers traced around the tautly stretched, inner labia that intimately enclosed the base of my thick, throbbing tool and I flexed the shaft, making it swell inside her young, hot channel.

The wetness of her young pussy was enhanced by the addition of her hot, vestal blood and, raising up to look own to where we were joined, I could see the red liquid that ringed my tool and turned her cuntlips from pink to scarlet.  After a minute or so of soaking in the girl's tight, juicy fuckwell I had cooled sufficiently to begin fucking her.  As I withdrew, Belinda uttered a soft, whimpering sigh and, when I slowly thrust back into her soft depths, a throaty gasp escaped her pretty lips.  She lay there like a human love-doll, her breasts rolling under my chest, her lax hips molding softly to mine at the completion of each thrust.  As my tempo increased and I drove harder into her big, young body, her long legs flopped loosely and short, breathless grunts sounded from her slackly gaping mouth.  Was she just going to be a limp receptacle for my lust?  I increased the action of my fingers on her clit.

"Fuck back at me, baby.  I want you to fuck me too, Belinda," I urged as I ploughed her inexperienced furrow.

"Yuhn...hunh...how?" she grunted.  "What do you want, Sir?"

"Move your ass, Belinda.  When I push in, you push up."

"Yunh...unh...I'll try, Sir," she replied timidly and I felt the short, tentative surge of her wide hips up to mine.

"That's it, Belinda…that's the way," I urged and was rewarded by another, then another motion.  At first she did it obediently, her motions unsure and awkward, but soon I detected a change.  Her heaves became more urgent and soft, breathless moans sounded from her.  Under my finger I felt the swelling of her clitoris and her legs suddenly rose and her pelvis tilted.

"Hunnh...Hunnhh...Yunnhh," she panted, meeting my thrusts with the unschooled undulations of her big, young body, "hunnhh… haannhhh!"  I felt a twitch of her tightly clinging passage, then it squeezed as she whimpered loudly and urgently and began to writhe and buck awkwardly beneath me.

"Yes Belinda, baby...cum...cummm baby," I moaned as I slid my hands under her large, writhing buttocks, feeling the muscles flex as she strove for her climax.  I rammed my throbbing cock to the bottom of her young cunt, feeling her cervix push aside as her sheath locked around me and, as I felt my semen begin its hot rush from my aching balls, Belinda went suddenly limp, her legs falling loosely away from their clasp on my hips.

"Annnghh...annnghh," she cried out as I exploded into the spasming tightness of her sheath.  Her broad, young hips seemed to jerk with each successive blast of overheated gism into her teenage depths as she moaned and panted softly. I ground against the buxom softness of her large breasts and wide hips and watched the awe-struck expression on her young face as I flooded her devirginated, fourteen year old fuckwell.

"God, Belinda…you're good...and you're definitely old enough," I sighed as I emptied the last spurts of my lust into the depths of her ravished body.

"Oohhh..Oh Sir,..Oohhh siirrrr," she gasped after a moment. "You're not going to tell, are you?" Then, as if she was having a frightening second thought, she half-whimpered, "If they knew I'd been...like...that I'd looked at your stuff...pictures...you can't?" Her almost tearful plea was punctuated by a delightful heave of her hips and another contraction of her sheath on my shrinking organ. God, I thought, I'm going to get more of her.

"Don't worry, Belinda," I sighed, wondering at her naiveté.  "I'm not going to tell them.  Did I make you feel good?"

 "Uh...yeah...I think so?  But?  Are you done?"

The girl's incredible submissiveness, her innocent docility, added to my satisfaction.  Was I finished with her?  No, I thought.  Not yet.

"Your mouth, Belinda.  I want your mouth."  I rolled off her limp body, a squishing gurgle sounding as I pulled out of her cum-flooded sheath, and I lay on my back beside her.  "Like the girl you looked at in the magazine."

"But? But?" she stammered but, timidly, she rose to her knees beside me.  "I...uh? Are you? Like” but before she finished her question, I guided her head down to my rapidly wilting tool.

She looked timidly at my penis and, when the dripping tip touched her lips, they parted and it slid between, bumping her clenched teeth.  "Open, Belinda. Open your mouth," I ordered and, obediently her teeth parted as I pushed down on the back of her head.  Her mouth was wet and warm around my cum-dulled organ as I arched my hips and began to fuck the girl's submissively yielded oral cavity.  "Suck it, Belinda. Suck it like a lollipop."

I watched lustfully as her cheeks hollowed, the gently suction and the roughness of her tongue re-igniting my lust as I fucked up into her softly sucking mouth.  My hand went between her thighs, which opened readily to accept my plundering fingers in her tender, newly ravished passage.  "Fuck my fingers, Belinda.  Fuck."  Awkwardly but obediently, the girl began to hump her broad hips on my fingers while I massaged her clit.  Her mouth was matching the rhythm of her hips and the soft, slurpy sounds from her mouth added to the lewd eroticism of the scene.

The youngster’s fleshy vaginal walls clasped my wriggling fingers and her hard clit rolled slickly under my thumb as I played on her senses.  My own urgency was gone after being so tightly and thoroughly milked by the little muscles of her virginal twat and I was able to relax and savour the delightful feelings from her hotly sucking mouth and the sight of her pretty, young face filled by my swollen cock.

As much as I wanted to cum in the hot mouth of the buxom, fourteen year old babysitter I wanted even more to have my cock back inside her tender, freshly deflowered cunt.

Belinda looked at me uncomprehendingly when I gently pushed her head away from my groin.  “Am I doing it wrong, Sir?  Isn’t this what you want?”

“You’re doing it perfectly, Belinda but I want to be back inside you,” and using my hand in her soft cunt as a lever I pulled he above me until she was straddling my hips.

At that moment I could not imagine anything more desirable than this pretty, large-breasted young girl as she knelt with her thick thighs widely spread.  Her adolescent pussy bulged between her legs, the lips gaping slightly and swollen from the assault of my fingers.  There was apprehension in her eyes as I guided her broad hips down and slowly impaled her luscious body on my upthrust tool.

“Oohhhh,” she whimpered as her snug passage engulfed my cock.  Her eyes widened and her pretty lips twisted in a grimace of discomfort probably caused by the friction as I penetrated past the raw edges of her just-broken hymen.  The muscles in her thighs tensed as she resisted deeper penetration but I placed my hands on her widely shelving hips and pulled her inexorably lower.

She was deliciously tight and this time, no longer dulled by the urgency of my need, I could savour the way her cuntwalls dilated around my cock.  She resisted more strongly when my cocktip bumped her cervix and she uttered a soft squeal as I arched up, burying the last two inches inside her once-fucked twat.

“Am I hurting you?” I asked solicitously.

“Yunnh…Nannh…It’s…I don’t know,” she whimpered and I felt the squeeze of her thighs on my hips.  I opened my legs wider and her firm bottom settled down until my pubic bone was in close contact with her completely open fucksaddle and I had all of me inside.

“You’re lovely, Belinda.  You’re a hot, sexy girl and you’re built for this,” I murmured.  With the fingers of one hand I teased her clit as it peeked out from under its hood at the apex of the inverted Vee of her cock-stretched cuntlips.  My other hand was hefting and mauling her heavy, young tits as I rubbed my palms over her hard, thick nipples and I felt her hips begin to stir.

As I aroused her adolescent libido she began to move atop me, slowly and carefully at first but as her teenaged passion grew she lost her fear.  Soon she was riding me like a cowboy rides a horse, her firm ass sliding back and forth across my thighs as she took every inch of my cock up into her hotly clinging passage.  Her big breasts bobbed and swayed and the little rolls of flesh on her plumply bulging belly made and unmade little horizontal crevices across her waist.

Even though I had gone off in her not more than thirty minutes before my balls were aching again and I increased my assault on her hard, little clit.  Belinda’s breath was coming in hot gusts now and I knew she was nearing a climax.

When it came it was a wonder to behold and an even greater wonder to be part of.  “Hunh Unh Hunh Unh Hunh Unh,” she panted like an old-fashioned steam locomotive getting underway.  She was leaning forward, her hands digging into my shoulders, her big breasts swaying across my chest as she went over the top.

For just the briefest moment Belinda’s sheath seemed to lose all its grip and if possible I sank into her young cunt even farther.  Then, as she jerked and jittered astride me, her hot passage locked around my cock like a fleshy hand and her erratic motions drew my semen from its aching, testicular reservoir.

Belinda’s pretty mouth gaped, her jaw hung loosely and the flesh of her body rippled as she shuddered and trembled as the hot convulsions of orgasm gripped her.  She ground her cunt hard down onto my cock for the last time, twisting and turning, whimpering in a small voice as her face grimaced in that pleasure as intense as pain.  The walls of her cunt tightened around my cock as we both came and I shot my cream into her. Spurt after spurt erupted from the tip of my cock and filled Belinda’s insides until the warm, sticky wetness flowed out of her cockstuffed pussy and dribbled over my sac. We seemed frozen together for a long time as together; we enjoyed the flood of sensations that washed over us.  Finally, the naked buxom young girl lay down on top of me and I held her, my softening prick still squeezed by her tight cunt.

“Are you OK, Belinda?”  Her breath was coming in little sobs and I was afraid that she was crying.

“Yanh…Hanh…Yanh…I’m OK,” she gasped and her arms went around me and hugged me.  “You can’t tell them now, can you?  I mean…like…like after making love to me?”

“No Belinda.  It will be our secret…all of it.”  I was drained and although I was scared of the consequences if she ever told I was also hoping that we could do this again.  “Are you mad at me?”

“No…Oh no, Sir.  It was…like…it made me feel special.  I liked what you did.”

I’m probably lucky that Belinda’s family moved away about a month after that but not before two more very satisfying baby-sitting sessions with similar results.

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