Sara Young was just about the most innocent, bubbly, wide-eyed girl I'd ever met. Her round blue eyes were incredibly wide, her long silky blonde hair was usually bound in a loose pony tail behind her, and she smiled constantly.
She also had one of the greatest asses I've ever seen in my life. It stuck out behind her so round, so perfect, that every time I saw it I wanted to go up behind her and stuff my cock up into her asshole.
She was tall, but very slim, with an amazingly narrow waist that flared sharply into those nice hips and perfect round ass. I mean, this ass was so tight and firm and round that I could imagine her falling down on it and bouncing several times. Her tits looked okay, but that ass ... whoa!
For all that mass of golden blonde hair, Sara was no dummy. She was into all those "causes" you know, like hunger and the environment, all that save the whales shit. She was very earnest and serious when discussing them, and sometimes it was hard to listen to her and not just interrupt and ask her to bend over so I could fuck her ass.
Anyway, I got myself assigned to her in this photography club I joined, and had to pretend to share her interest in these "causes" to get her into conversation. I was more and more amazed as I talked to her, though. Like I said, she wasn't dumb, but she sure was naive about things. I felt like laughing at her idiotic ideas.
But I wanted that ass. I wanted to drive my cock up that ass to the balls and just hold still for a few hours, feeling her asshole around my cock, feeling those tight, soft buns against me.
I was sure she was a virgin, though, and thought it likely I'd have to pop her cherry before she'd let me ream out her ass.
Well, Sara was a nature lover, right, so I decided to invite her over to my place, which happened to back onto a big wooded area. It wasn't exactly a forest or anything, but it was a few square miles of trees and grass, with a few small streams or ponds.
I said it'd be a good place for nature photos.
So I picked her up, almost biting my tongue at the sight of her. She wore tight, tight cutoffs and a tank top, through which the sharp little pencil points of her nipples showed perfectly clearly. She seemed to not notice this at all as she jumped into the Jeep and chattered on about what kind of pictures we'd take.
Now the thing about girls is, even the ones that aren't naive like Sara, any compliment is like,-this enormously satisfying thing to them. I mean, tell em' their hair or eyes are pretty and they go all blushy and fluttery. It works wonders getting them in the mood you want.
So as I parked, I made a deal out of helping Sara out of the car, and offering to carry her gear for her, and also stared at her hair until she noticed and said "What?"
I shook my head and half smiled.
"Your hair is really gorgeous in the sun."
She blushed and smiled. "Daaaviiid," she groaned, embarrassed.
"Sorry, I just noticed it is all," I said. "Could I, like, take a picture of it?"
"Come oooon. We're supposed to be taking nature pictures. "
"Aren't we a part of nature?"
"Well ... yes but...."
"I meant, like, a kind of artistic picture, you know, something meaningful, about how we're a part of nature, one with nature, you know, that kind of thing."
She nodded seriously, silly twit.
"Tell you what," I said, "Let's try this."
I took her gently by the arm and led her over a little ways towards a tree. "Now, you stand still, undo your hair and kind of spread it out with your hands so the suns shines against it."
She was still unsure, and a little embarrassed, but hell, flattery will get you everywhere, and soon she was standing there in front of me with her hands up and out above her like a virgin sacrifice.
God, those tits really pushed out nicely against her thin tank top in that position. I took several shots, then moved behind her and took a couple of close-ups of that ass.
She suspected nothing, and we moved into the woods to take more "nature" pictures. She shot pictures of bushes and flowers and grass. I mostly shot pictures of her.
She took off her shoes when we reached a field of tall grass, to feel the grass against her bare feet. I kept mine on, thanks. We walked through the grass, her all rhapsodic about the beauty of nature, and that sort of shit.
She didn't appear to mind when I took her hand a few times to help her over rough spots, nor when I was slow to release it afterwards. She blushed when I ran my fingers through her long hair, admonishing me to "stop it", and tying it in a loose tail again.
She was obviously pleased, though.
As politically correct as she was I knew I had to compliment her mind more than her body, so I made a point several times of saying how great it was that she was so caring about nature and so thoughtful and intelligent, and that I wished more girls were like her instead of being mostly shallow and worried about clothes and boyfriends.
That struck a big chord and she seemed really pleased, and blushed again. She told me about her sister, who was a real fashion plate and incredibly shallow.
We found a babbling brook that ran over some rocks, and I made some kind of stupid comment about mother earth and blood and life and all that shit. What inspired it was two particular rocks that reminded me of tits, and the thought that wet, naked women were awfully sexy to look at.
"You know what would look really j. :eat?" I said.
"What?"
"See right here?" I pointed at the clear flowing water. "Now if we had a woman laying down in the water, submerged just below it, an is apart, smiling ... couldn't you just picture it like it was mother earth appearing in the water?"
"Yeaaaahhhhh," she said, wide-eyed.
"Now that would be a statement She could be smiling gently, you know, head back a little. We'd have the sun reflecting off her eyes.
"You're a real artist!" she said admiringly, those eyes still wide and lusciously innocent.
"Well," I said, thinking fast "So many people don't seem to understand our ... our bond with nature. I mean, it's not nature, and us, it's us, you know? Like, we're a part of nature too."
"Yeaahhhh!" she said. "You're right!"
"I bet it would be worth ah A."
Sara was an A student, and collected them with eager gratitude.
"But how could we do it?" she blinked in confusion.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," I sighed. "We can't afford a model or anything." j "Wait a second!" she said eagerly. "I could do it!"
"You?" ;
"Well...." She gazed at the water hesitantly, then at me, even more hesitantly.
"Yeah, you don't have a bathing suit," I said. "Well, to be more effective, the woman in the water should be naked."
Oh yeah!
"You know we could air brush the photo just a bit in the dark room," I said, "So that it looked like ripples of water covered ... uhm, anything you didn't want seen."
She nodded thoughtfully. Then looked at me a little warily for the first time ever.
"I think the human body is a work of art in itself," I said. "Like I said, we're a part of nature. We're one with nature. None of the other animals on this earth are embarrassed about being seen as they are. We're the only ones that consider our own appearance to be disgusting and offense. Isn't that strange?"
"Yeah," she said slowly. "It's just that ... well ... I would be ... embarrassed." She looked at me anxiously.
"I can understand that," I said. "After jail, our patriarchal-society teaches even the youngest women to fade her body away in case it tempts male lust. Like in the bible, women are the shameful group that cause all the problems."
"You're absolutely right, David!" she cried, nodding her head vigorously. Still, she seemed a little anxious as she looked down at the water.
"I have the utmost respect for you, Sara," I said solemnly.
And for that ass of yours, you hot slut, I thought to myself.
"I'm so glad I got assigned with you," she smiled. "Most boys are incredibly immature."
"I know. I find that myself," I said. "I'll do it," she said with false certainty.
She licked her lips nervously, then turned her back on me and lifted her tank top. I stared rapturously at her long, bare back, then watched as she undid her cutoffs and slid them and her panties off in one smooth motion. I almost cried out loud as her round white ass appeared, hardly even noticing the tight, furry little pussy mound beneath.
She was blushing, I could tell, as she stepped forward and into the water. She tested it with her toes while I continued to feast my eyes on the most perfect ass I'd ever seen, the most perfect round ass I'd ever even imagined.
"It's cold," she gasped.
I'll warm you up, I thought. I said nothing, though. I even managed to keep my finger from clicking pictures of that wonderful little ass.
She eased down onto her knees in the brook, wincing a little from the cold. The water was about six inches deep there, and holding her breath, she slowly lowered herself completely into it, submerging her body in the cold water.
I snapped several quick pictures as she lay on the rocks, her ass kind of sticking up a bit, then moved closer as she rolled onto her back and sat up. She gasped for breath and pushed her hair back. Her skin was getting white with cold, all except for her face, which was red.
"Undo your hair, Sara," I said.
"Oh, yes, of course," she said, reaching up and trying to untie the piece of string. It was now wet, of course, and didn't want to come loose. I got a nice long look at her firm young tits, the nipples all hard and erect with the cold.
Then she lay back in the water and spread her arms up and apart. I took a number of pictures quickly as she smiled beatifically up. The problem was that her tits were just barely out of water, just the nipples and the flesh around them.
When she sat up I told her she had to shift over a little bit to deeper water. When she asked why, I told her, and she blushed again. She moved awkwardly, because she was on some rocks, after all, then she lay back again and I took more pictures of her.
It really did look kind of artistic.
She sat up, gasping for breath again.
"Hey, Sara, want to try something else while we're here?"
"Wha ... what?" she panted.
"I was thinking of you emerging from the water, with the water about up to your hips, and your head back, like a mermaid or something."
She looked doubtful.
"I was thinking of a long range shot, from back there." I pointed back at a ridge a short way off. "It would be a girl emerging from the water, and it would have the whole area in it, not just the water, but the trees and grass as well."
"Well...."
"We wouldn't even need to retouch it because nobody would be able to identify the girl as you from that distance."
"Okay," she said.
She sat up, which, if you didn't know the water was six inches deep could look like she was arising from the deeps, then she raised her hands above her and arched her back.
"Perfect," I said, hurrying back to the ridge.
I snapped a couple of quick pictures, then quickly snapped off the lens and put on a telephoto lens. Now instead of the whole area I had just her in the shot, and took several more pictures. God, did those nipples look stiff and hard!
I hurried back as she stood up in the water.
"How about one with you standing up, the sun reflecting off your body?" I asked eagerly.
"Uhmmm, I don't know, David," she said, trying to cover her breasts and pussy with her hands in a casual way.
"It could look terrific!"
"I ... I don't know," she said uncertainly.
"Tell you what, I'll give you all the negatives, and we won't print anything you don't like."
"Okay," she said, nodding slowly.
She reluctantly bared her body, blushing a little again, then ducked herself to the shoulders to get wet again. She stood up and stood in the water, one leg slightly forward, hands high and back as if greeting the sun. I snapped a number of pictures, some close ups, head and shoulders, others full body shots, and some wide-angles.
With a little more encouragement she was persuaded to kneel in the water and pose for a head and shoulders shot with her arms over her chest. That one was to convince her I was only looking for artistic shots and not in exploiting her body.
Then I had her in amongst the long grass, on all fours like a wild animal. I'm sure it didn't occur to her that the animal I was thinking of was a bitch in heat. She slunk through the grass like a cat as I snapped more pictures, then, without my even asking or suggesting it, slid down flat on her belly and spread her .arms and legs.
"I feel so much a part of nature like this!" she gasped reverently, "it's ... it's like I'm an animal in the forest!"
She rolled over onto her back, and I continued to snap pictures. She even arched her back a few times, posing in a way that was more provocative than artistic. I think she was, in addition to experiencing some kind of nature lovers religious experience, kind of hot too.
After all, I've been naked outdoors a few times, and It always gives me an instant hard-on. I was guessing she was feeling something like that, even if she didn't quite realize it.
More, she was doing it in front of a guy, a guy who was taking pictures. She might be all against the exploitation of women, and all that shit, but she was still capable of getting turned on in a situation like this. And if I wanted anything more than pictures out of this, I was going to have to convince her to spread her legs for me without making her realize she was "being exploited".
"There's just something about feeling the earth against your body," I said.
"Yeahhhh," she sighed.
I put down my camera and pulled my shirt up and off, then moved in to sit beside her. I very casually slipped my pants down and off, without her even noticing it, then quickly rolled onto my belly to hide my super hard prick.
Luckily she was still staring up into the air, a beatific smile on her face.
"See what I mean about being a part of the earth?" I breathed into her ear.
"Yeahhhhh," she sighed.
I gently laid my hand on her chest between her breasts. She jerked her eyes back from the sky but before she could say anything in protest I spoke again. "Your heart is pounding," I said.
I took her hand and laid it against my own bare chest, where my own heart was kind of moving pretty fast too, if you know what I mean.
"So is yours!" she said, marvelling.
"This is the way we were meant to live," I said, "Like this, in the flesh, on the earth, not locked away in houses, wearing clothes and shoes and never touching trees or grass or fresh running water."
Okay, so I'm a bullshit artist. So what?
"Do you feel it in your heart?" I breathed. "In your head and soul and body? Isn't your skin tingling?"
She nodded breathlessly.
"Animals," I breathed. "Wild, free, feral animals!"
I growled low in my throat, then suddenly darted my lips forward and locked them against the side of her throat. I bit down softly and growled again, then slid my body over hers. She was breathless, panting, staring with huge eyes at me, excited and aroused, but still hesitant.
I rolled back, pulling her with me so she was on top, her soft flesh against my own. Now she had to feel my stiff cock against her lower belly, but her eyes could get no wider, or her heart pound any faster.
"Wild and savage and feral creatures of the earth," I said, sliding my hands through her damp hair. Then I yanked her down and pressed my lips against hers. For a brief instant she fought me, then she melted against me, and I knew I had her.
The "being one with nature" thing was part of it, but there was also that old romantic thing that girls always held close to their hearts. They wanted their first time to be in a sunny field of grass, or on the edge of an ocean with surf crashing ashore, or in front of a roaring fireplace on a bearskin rug.
Usually it was in the back seat of an old Chevy, or on a third hand sofa in someone's basement, but the dream lived eternal, and Sara had decided, with a little help from her highly aroused body, that this was the time and the place.
And I wasn't about to argue.
Our lips slid softly together as her hands came down slowly and tentatively against my face. I slid my hands off her hair and down her long, slender body, then onto those lovely, wonderful cupcake ass cheeks. She gasped a little as my hands slid onto them, but continued to kiss.
I squeezed her ass softly, reverently, glorying in it's downy softness and smooth texture, it's perfect form and shape. I rubbed and caressed it with reverential awe, then dug my fingers in and squeezed.
"What an ass! What an aaaasss!" I groaned.
"Wha ... what?" she gasped, blinking.
"I said, what a wild, wanton feline you are," I breathed.
She gulped and then growled like I'd been,-sliding her lips down against the side of my throat and nibbling and licking there. I continued to squeeze and caress that wonderful, luscious ass meat.
I rolled over again, on top now, and our lips met again as my hand slid down onto her breast. I stroked and caressed it as I had her ass, then sought her hard little nipple, rolling it between my fingers and squeezing it lightly.
I pulled my lips off hers and slid my tongue slowly down along her throat and over her chest. I circled her breast slowly, then trailed across to her nipple, sliding my lips around it and sucking carefully. She groaned in response, stroking my head as I began to lick and chew on the soft flesh.
I let my hand slide slowly down her slim body and into her soft little tangled nest of pussy hair. I felt the indentation of her cunt cleft against my fingers and probed lightly against it, then slid a single finger up and down its length.
She groaned again. "Daviiid," she sighed.
I laid my finger along her cleft and pushed it inwards, letting it slowly sink between her tight pussy lips. Then I sawed it gently back and forth against her pink flesh within, stroking across her clitty as she squirmed and moaned.
I wondered briefly if she'd ever even jerked off before.
I slid my tongue onto her other nipple, sucking and licking on that, then, as she began to hump helplessly up against my finger, and her mouth formed a small O of wonder, I jerked my finger out and seized my hard boner. I pressed the head against her slit and found her hole, then sank it slowly into her.
She ... was ... TIGHT!
But I wanted in bad, and she was moist and ready. She panted and whimpered and whined as I slowly drove my cock up into her body. She drew her legs back, bending her knees, then spreading them wider and wider, opening herself up to me as my cock pushed deeper.
I felt her cherry against my cockhead and punched against it several times, then thrust down hard, smashing through. She cried out weakly, and I let my body down fully onto her, driving the rest of my cock up into her belly.
She hugged me tightly, desperately, clutching at my arms as she held her breath.
"OHH! Oohh! Ohh God! Ohh God! " she gasped.
She started to tremble, and I ground my pelvis into her, drawing another cry. Then I started humping, using very short, very fast strokes, hardly-drawing more than an inch of cock out of her tight hole as I sawed against her clitty.
She clutched me with even more desperation, her head going back, mouth open, eyes wide. She gurgled and moaned, then began to hump up against me. I fucked harder, and she cried out in glorious pleasure, grunting and moaning as her eyes rolled back and her body shook and trembled beneath me.
Now see, some of you might think, what a prick, seducing that poor innocent virgin girl, but hell, I'd just given her a great first time. I mean, here she was in the grass out in the open, and having a helluvan orgasm. This was something for her to remember forever! If I'd left it to some other guy, maybe her first time would have been one of those two minute grunting affairs in the back seat of a car that left the girl singing "is that all there is?"
Instead she was gurgling and moaning in wonder, her hear hammering, blood racing, feet pawing at the soft earth as I pumped into her, and when she slowly went limp, I halted, not in too much of a hurry to take care of her. See, I wanted her ass, yeah, but I was also kind of ... well, proud of my sexual prowess. I was determined to make sure her first sexual experience was one to really remember, one she'd get a real blast out of.
So I lay over her, smiling, stroking her face as she lay there with her eyes closed, keeping my weight off her heaving chest as my cock lay safely buried in her tight pussy sheath.
"Pretty girl," I breathed, stroking her cheek.
"Oohh Daaaviiiiid," she groaned.
"I knooow," I said soothingly.
I kissed her cheeks, then slid my tongue down the nape of her neck and sucked softly against her there.
I licked her nipples and stroked her body, then drew myself back onto my knees, slowly drawing the long length of my hard prick out of her sucking hot depths. I rolled her languorous body over and Spread her legs around me, then massaged her shoulders, then her lower back, then her ass.
I slid my hands beneath her and gripped her narrow waist, then slowly drew her up onto her hands and knees. She felt my cock still hard, pushing against her from behind, and I heard a gasp of excitement from amongst her panting breaths.
"Feral, hot, wild, savage, animalistic," I breathed in a slow and hypnotic voice. "A wild, carnal creature."
I knelt behind her, sliding my hands up and down her sides, then over her shoulders and in amongst her hair. I reached down and took my boner and rubbed the head up and down against her pussy cleft, again, in no hurry. I'd had lots of girls and would have lots more.
I entered her, and she groaned weakly, arching her back a little. I slid in slowly, but firmly, in one long, deep thrust that buried my tool to the hilt inside her hot young belly. I gripped her flanks and ground my hips against her perfect ass, and she started moving her own ass around in circles, obviously getting off on the feel of the big cock inside her.
I slowly drew my cock back, easing the entire length of my nine inch boner out of her hole. I rubbed the head against her again, then once again, entered her, sliding deep, a little faster than before. Again I ground my loins against her, then slid my hands under her body to cup her dangling breasts.
She groaned and humped back against me, her insides hot and squeezing tight.
I pulled my cock slowly back and out again, knowing how aroused, how intense it felt to a woman to be pierced and entered. I growled at her, then backed up so I could squeeze her ass and lower my face to her snatch. It was red and glistening.
I licked at it, and she cried out in surprised pleasure. Again I growled, licking several times, then I rose over her, still growling, my cock stabbing at her pussy and ass. I entered her again, more forcefully still, thrusting in to the balls.
She humped back desperately, and I gripped her hips and started fucking. I drove my cock into her with hard, fast, steady strokes, slapping my thighs against those wonderful ass cheeks, spiking my cock high into her belly.
She grunted excitedly, panting and moaning and whining in heat. Then she gargled in exultation, slamming her ass back against my cock, impaling herself on my steel hard boner.
"Yes!" she panted. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!"
I hammered my cock forward to meet her, pounding it up into her silken depths as she yelped and whined and groaned in orgasmic delirium.
I felt my balls burning, then I exploded into her, spewing cum juice into her tight hot belly, flooding her cunt tube with my white seed as her spasming pussy sucked it down into her womb.
CHAPTER TWO
So why hadn't I fucked her in the ass? What are you, nuts? You don't fuck a nice virgin girl in the asshole, not unless you want to really piss her off. I mean, hell, if I'd even proposed it she'd be shocked and horrified, and probably think I was a disgusting pervert.
You have to introduce these concepts slowly to innocents. Bring them along properly, though, and they'll swallow your dick to the balls and then turn over and let you ram it up their tail.
I had an obligation, too. I mean, I've always felt contempt for these "tell her anything" assholes who grunt for a couple of minutes, then roll over and look up to see what's happening on the movie screen. They totally piss me o f. They're spoiling what could be great slutty pussy meat by taking advantage of it.
Who's more likely to spread her legs for a guy, a girl who's first sexual experience has been wonderful, or one who's left feeling cheap and dirty, and wondering what all the fuss was about? I mean, and then these clowns wonder why the girl won't fuck them again the next time, why they're reluctant to drop their panties!
Let me tell you something, if you give a girl a really great fuck, she's way more likely to want to spread her legs again for you than if you'd humped her for a couple of minutes, them gotten off without her ever coming.
All my girls come. All of them.
I make damned sure of that. It ain't a big effort, mind you. It's kind of a pleasant duty, if you know what I mean. All it takes is the right words in the right ears, and the right touches in the right places. No force, no heavy pressure.
And afterwards I keep my damned mouth shut. I don't brag, I don't talk about it to anyone.
Again, who's more likely to drop her panties for you, a girl who's been used for a couple of minutes, then had her name dragged through the mud, or one who's had a great experience and come to trust r you?
Really, getting my dick into Sara had been a lot easier than I'd expected. Some girls I've had to work on for weeks to get them to open up.
But the second time around, oh boy. It don't take much then. In fact, I get more pussy than I can handle. That's right. Believe it. I have girls calling me up, wanting me to come over and fuck them. They know how good I am, and they know I'll keep quiet. They trust me, and they like me.
And that's important.
So why do I spent time and effort on girls like Sara? I don't know, maybe it's like, once you've fucked a girl, it's like a conquest, you know, and I'm always after new conquests.
That doesn't mean I don't enjoy fucking them again. I do. but to get a shy, head in the clouds, naive innocent like Sara, and turn her into a wild, lust-crazed sexual beast, now that's an accomplishment that drains my balls.
Call it the hunt, if you like, the challenge.
Call it my way to make life better for everyone.
Yeah, that's right. Listen, every one of the girls' I've deflowered is sexually active and loving it. I taught them how much pleasure their bodies could give them, and that there was no shame in it. So instead of all these girls walking around with tight asses jerking off in their beds alone at night, you've got girls who are ready and eager to deep throat and take a cock up their holes.
Of course, you've also got girls who know what good fucking is, and who aren't about to tolerate those dumb assholes who want a three minute ride with no effort, then want to roll off, pull up their pants and get a beer.
When the last of my jism drained down into Sara's trembling body I didn't pull away, Instead I hugged her to me and we sagged to the ground. I rolled so we were on our sides, my cock still inside her as it softened, and I kissed her gently on the side of the head and neck as I stroked her breast and belly.
She sighed happily, warm and content, and more than a little amazed at what had happened. She was trying to figure it out now, I was sure, and I didn't rush her. If she felt happy in my arms I wasn't about to argue or do anything to make her feel otherwise.
After a minute she slowly pulled away a little, so my cock slipped out of her. Then she rolled onto her back and looked up at me shyly as I propped my head on my hand and smiled back. I leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips, then pulled back again.
"That was ... nice," she gulped.
"Nice?" I laughed.
She blushed.
"Our bodies were made for sexual pleasure," I said reassuringly. "Nature intended it that way."
"I ... guess," she said.
I knew right away she was feeling buyers remorse. You know, the pleasure was mostly gone, and now she was thinking of her lost virginity, and starting to worry people would find out. That, of course, reminded her that only sluts fucked guys outside a "relationship".
"I'm glad you're such a mature person," I said.
"I am?" she blinked.
"You know how so many young women fall for society's rules that say only guys can have sex for pleasure. It's such a cruel, patriarchal attitude, don't you think? It robs young women of the enjoyment of sex, leaving that for males only. Guys who have sex are heroes. Girls who have sex are sluts."
"It's unfair," she nodded, her sweet face frowning. "It's sexist."
"It sure is," I agreed nobly. "Women have just as much right to their sexuality as men."
"Yeah!"
"It's amazing that in this day and age women can be condemned for something men are praised for. You know, a guy loses his virginity he wants to take out an ad in the Times, a girl wants to hide her face away in shame."
"Well ... not me!" she protested.
I stroked her face and smiled.
"You're far more intelligent than most girls your age."
She smiled anxiously, then frowned again.
"Of course, you still have to live among the rest of them, so you don't have to worry about me talking about this."
"Well ... it's not ... that I'm ashamed or anything," she said uncertainly.
"Of course not, but it is, after all, something private, and nobody else's business."
"Yeah. Right," she nodded.
"It's so unfair," I said. "Women aren't ever allowed to explore their sexuality, to experiment with various forms of sexual gratification. Not unless they find a male who's respectful and open-minded and cooperative. They have to take what they're given and make do."
"I guess," she sighed, eyes following my hand as it slid up from where it had been resting on her belly and stroked across her breasts.
Ever realize how suggestive young women are? How gullible and easy to influence? Now I'm not being mean here, or trying to say I was brain washing Sara. But talking like this was leading her towards the conclusion that she, as a righteous feminist, should be defying society and exploring her own sexuality.
It was also leading her off the nature path I'd set for her earlier, where we were just two animals in the raw, making like nature, and towards the goal of complete and free sexual exploration and gratification.
This was something desirable now, something she SHOULD be doing. No need for guilt or remorse, and no need to veer away from something which she might find a little perverse. It was time to experiment, after all.
And she was young, and beautiful, and naked, laying on the grass next a young, naked guy, who was caring and sweet (even if I do say so myself), and pretty damned good looking (ditto).
Her eyes flicked to my groin and she stared at my limp cock as I stroked her breasts. I leaned in and began to lick all around her left nipple and areola, then drew it into my mouth and sucked softly.
I gripped her hand then as I pulled my lips back, drew it down between my legs and pressed it against my cock.
At first she gasped and tried to pull away, and I let her, but then she caught herself and slowly, hesitantly moved her hand back, palming my cock and balls gently, tracing the veins with her fingertips, then squeezing my cock and pulling it out a little.
She stared at it in fascination as she handled it, hardly aware, it seemed, of my tongue along the nape of her neck, or my hand once more stroking her breast.
Her nipples were hardening, and it was time for more "exploration". Time for her to learn more about her sexuality.
I slid over on top of her and rubbed my face against her breasts, then sucked on one nipple briefly before sliding my tongue and body downwards. I let my tongue trail down onto her narrow, concave belly, zigzagging from side to side, then circling her belly button as I backed up onto my hands and knees.
I zigzagged lower, sliding my tongue over her abdomen, then down just past her pubic hair, sliding it along her inner thigh and down to her knee. I lifted her leg as she stared in fascination and excitement, and kissed my way up and down it, then began tonguing her inner thigh just below her puffy pussy pad.
I slid my tongue up and through her pussy hair, then across the top of her cleft, just missing it as my tongue moved down her other leg. Again I lifted it and rained kisses all over it, before nuzzling up against her inner thighs again.
I slid my arms under her legs, raising them up and apart as I stared into her pussy. She was practically holding her breath as she stared down at me, fighting the embarrassment of having someone staring at her most private place, a place she'd been taught all her life should never be exposed to anyone.
I stroked her inner thighs and buttocks with my hands, then ran my tongue across her pussy pad, up and down next to her slit. I lapped at her soft flesh as she quivered expectantly, tense and anxious as she watched me.
I slid my hand directly onto her cunt pad then, and rubbed it up and down softly. My finger moved along her cleft for a few seconds, then I gently peeled the folds of her pussy lips apart, revealing the soft, gleaming pink flesh within.
Sara caught her breath, exquisitely embarrassed, and heavily aroused, her mind no doubt awhirl as she watched my tongue push forward against her sex.
I tongued her hole, then lapped softly at the pink flesh. I eased my way up to her clitty and started licking at that, and she started to tremble and moan in pleasure. I slid a finger up into her pussy and began to pump it slowly as I tongued her clit bud, deftly sawing against the inside of her elastic cunt opening as she groaned low in her throat.
I pressed the flesh back around her little clit and blew a long, thin stream of air against it. Then I pressed my lips tight and kissed and sucked. I lapped quickly, then sucked, then blew again as I stroked it with my fingers.
She was breathing heavily now. I could look up the length of her body and see her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her head was back now, rolling slowly from side to side as she lay sprawled out helplessly, giving herself completely to me.
I opened my mouth wide and bit down on her cunt, pressing my lips tight and flat and sucking fiercely as I worked my tongue over her clitty and growled theatrically.
Her hands came down hard on my head and she gasped and humped up against me. I sucked and licked frantically as her ass bounced on the grass and she yelped and whined in orgiastic pleasure. Her head thrashed and her back arched and she whimpered and squeaked in shocked delight as the waves of ecstasy rolled over her.
I felt a smug satisfaction, as always, and continued to lick and suck on her clitty as the orgasm passed. She lay limp, groaning weakly. I slid a finger into her pussy hole again and then added a second. I pumped them slowly in and out as I licked all around her cunt entrance. Then I pulled them out, pressed my lips directly over her fuck hole and sucked hard. I pushed my tongue into her, wiggling it around as much as I could, then pulled out and returned to her clit.
I slid up her body then, while she was once again in a state of arousal, squeezing her cunt with one hand as I sucked on her nipples then on her throat, then met her own lips. Our tongues moved together and our bodies rubbed lewdly and heatedly against once another as I drew her hand down into my crotch again.
She squeezed it, gulping at the difference that had come over it in the past few minutes. I rolled onto my side and smiled at her. n
"It wants your lips around it," I whispered.
She turned red and stared down at it anxiously.
"Have you ever?" I asked.
She shook her head slowly.
"Now's the time to try," I smiled. "Nobody here is going to criticize."
She swallowed nervously, then drew in a deep breath. She shifted towards it and I rolled onto my back as she crawled in between my legs. She stared at it with wide eyes, then her hands gripped it loosely, like it would break.
"Pretend it's a popsicle and lick it," I teased.
She hesitated again, then leaned in and licked softly along the shaft. Encouraged that it hadn't killed her, she began to lick more, moving upwards towards the sharp end.
"Ahhh, right there," I sighed as her tongue lapped against the underside of the head.
She continued to just lick for awhile, then, ready at last, she opened her mouth and sucked in the head. She sucked on it as her tongue worked on the underside, then slid her lips slowly down the shaft, taking as much as she thought she could.
She began to bob her lips slowly up and down in what must be an almost instinctive motion for women. Certainly my cock appreciated it, for it was rock hard once again.
Each minute she got more and more uninhibited, her own sexual fever suppressing her natural fears and worries. Her lips slid hungrily, eagerly up and down my stiff boner, and her hands squeezed and caressed my balls as she moaned in pleasure.
She pulled my cock out of her mouth and licked down to the base, then up the other side. Again she slid her lips over it and sucked it into her soft, tight mouth as her tongue lapped at the underside of the head.
I reached down and took her arm, distracting her, pulling her legs around towards me. She wondered at this, but at this point in time probably would have done almost anything I wanted.
I lay back with her pussy over me and clamped my hands down on that wonderful ass, then began to lap at her pussy. She resumed her work on my cock with even more eagerness as I stuffed my tongue between her pussy lips and wriggled it around inside her.
I rolled slowly over so I was on top, spreading my legs around Sara's head as she continued without pause to suck on my cock. I spread her legs wide, still clutching her just at the base of her buttocks. I pulled her legs back against her, squeezing on her ass again as I sucked fiercely on that tight cleft.
Then I eased myself up onto my knees and lifted her up by the hips, at first just rolling her back onto her shoulders, then actually lifting her as I rose to my knees and held her cunt against my mouth. Her legs were wide, wide apart as I held her upside down, and she never took her mouth off my cock for a second.
Her legs went over my shoulders as I gnawed and licked and sucked on her cunt slit. Her head continued to bob up and down on my cock, her hands sliding around me and squeezing my ass.
I knew her head was awhirl then, knew it would take little to make her come again. I didn't want to come in her mouth just then. Unlike her, I could only come so many times. I eased forward, lowering her gently onto her back, then rolling over so she was once again on top.
I pushed her up off me then. "Come on," I panted. "Get on top." She stared at me uncomprehendingly at first, and I had to pull her around so she was over my cock. She understood then, and flushed as she moved eagerly to straddle my hips.
She reached down and took my cock in her hands and raised it up, pushing the head against her own drooling slit, then, eyes wide and getting wider by the second, she eased her cunt down onto my fat slab of meat. She let out a little gasp, and then shuddered, her eyes closing and her head going back as her cunt sleeve slid right down to the base of my cock.
I slid my hands up and squeezed her breasts as she moaned and rolled her head, thinking, this is gonna be one cock hungry slut after a few sessions like this.
I felt her hard, thin nipples pressing against the palms of my hands, and eased my fingers around the sides of her chest, pulling her down so I could get my lips around them. I sucked as she lay there, groaning, my cock in her to the hilt.
Then I pushed her erect once again, squeezing her hips as she sat on my thighs and looked down at her crack wrapped around my stiff cock shaft. I rubbed her belly slowly, smiling up at her.
"It's all the way up inside you," I breathed. "Way up here."
She moaned and pressed her hands against my chest then began to grind her ass against my thighs. She shifted and turned and moved around atop my cock, gasping in pleasure every few seconds as she felt my cock twist inside her.
Again she pressed her hands against my chest, then slowly raised her ass upwards, sliding her fuck sheath up my cock a few inches. She settled back slowly, sighing in pleasure as she felt my cock push up deep inside her once again.
She raised herself again, easing forward, prying her cunt up off my fuck pole. Again she slid back. As with her cocksucking, she was hesitant at first, experimenting, seeing what it felt like, what felt best, what ways pleased her body.
Before long, though she was riding steadily, riding like a pro, sliding that tight, buttery little fuck box of hers up and down my cock for all she was worth. Those perfect round ass cheeks were slapping and bouncing against my thighs as she repeatedly impaled herself on my rock hard prick.
She came, squealing in pleasure, bouncing furiously as her cunt spasmed and sucked and chewed on my horny boner. I clenched my teeth to hold off my own come as she whined and moaned and reeled from side to side, then fell flat atop my chest, hugging me tightly as she panted for breath.
I stroked her head, then clutched her ass and rolled over. I kissed her lolling head, then rose back onto my knees. I pulled her legs wide and fucked slowly, straight up into her fuck tube. I fucked hard, sliding my cock slowly downwards until the tip was just inside, then thrusting in forcefully, drawing a grunt from the exhausted blonde.
I did that a number of times, then pulled out and rubbed my cock against her cunt slit, jerking both of us off as she groaned and rolled her head in pleasure. I entered her again, then pulled out, then entered her. I lifted her legs, holding them behind the knees as I pushed them back against her chest.
I slid my hands down onto her calves, then her ankles, and leaned forward over her, forcing her legs up and back, straightening them and pressing her ankles back over her shoulders.
She grunted in discomfort, but her eyes were shining with lust and excitement as her ass was raised and her sex so lewdly bared. There were times when every woman, no matter how much a feminist, wanted to be used, wanted to be reamed, pounded, fucked, hammered.
Bent back almost painfully, her cunt gaping, Sara stared at my cock as the head pressed against her pussy, then cried out as I thrust in to the hilt.
"Ready?" I grunted.
"Ye ... ye ... esss," she gasped.
I was atop her, yet hardly touching her except at the ankles. Most of my weight was on them, holding them back over her shoulders. The remainder was on my toes as I thrust straight down into her and began to fuck, fuck hard, fuck fast, and fuck deep.
My hips were pounding against her ass with bruising force, my own ass rising and falling with desperate passion as I drilled that hot little slit for all I was worth. My cock sawed furiously back and forth over her crackling hot little clitty as it pounded deep into her belly on each stroke.
She cried out, her head jerking spastically as she came again. I felt my belly shake, felt my insides turning over, yet held back somehow, continuing to ram my cock into her with total abandon, continuing to fuck her tight hole like it deserved.
Her head was bouncing and jerking and twitching, her eyes closed, mouth wide. Her hands were bouncing on the grass, as I continued to ram my cock down into her guts as fast and furiously as I could, and just as my balls exploded and I sent another boiling wave of sperm down into her sucking hot fuck box she came again, gurgling and gargling and shaking like an epileptic in a fit.
Her cunt grabbed my cock and threatened to snap it off as it sucked and bit down on my pounding meat. I gasped in pleasure as my juice just poured into her, a massive blast of sexual heat that filled her virgin hole to the brim. Wad after wad blasted down into the depths of her belly as we came in a wonderful dance of raw, carnal sexuality.
Afterwards we lay together again, bellies together, arms around one another, kissing softly. She giggled headily, excited, bright eyed, luxuriating in her sexuality now, in the sensuousness of her naked flesh.
I took more pictures, as she playfully assuming hot, seductive poses. I repeatedly assured her of her beauty, of her sexiness, of how hot and gorgeous she was. I told her how great her ass was, how perfect, and she giggled, her face a little red as I took numerous pictures of it.
I took close-ups of her stiff nipples and hard round breasts too, took pictures of her standing on her hands in the field, legs splayed, of her on her back, back arched, then legs pulled back tight, spread wide, on her knees, ass raised, face pressed against the ground, on all fours. I took pictures of her in the water, against trees and bushes, even one of her hanging from a tree branch, long, lean body all stretched out below.
I didn't fuck her in the ass. That was for tomorrow. I did, however, eat her to two more orgasms, leaving her with no doubt whatsoever, that having sex with David Sumner was something that every girl should hope for, and none turn down.
Now that she'd been initiated into the joys of sex, she'd be more in the mood for exploring its further realms. I'd show her how to deep throat, maybe introduce her to bondage, maybe a little light spanking, then I'd fuck that pretty little ass.
And move on.
Maybe to Anna, with the short red hair, or Stephanie, with the long, long brown hair parted in the middle, or Kelly, captain of the girl's gymnastics team, small, tiny, but so well built.
It wasn't like I was even dating Sara. I mean, all that environmental bullshit was all right, but she was kind of unsophisticated for my tastes. Sure she was sweet, and I loved fucking her and showing her how to get fun out of her body, but I didn't really want to date her.
That was the good thing, though. There had been no promises of love between us, nothing about exclusivity. My every word had been designed to focus her mind on the fact that sex was a great thing to do ... for pure pleasure! It needn't be withheld until someone "special" shows up, but should be doled out freely to everyone a person was attracted to.
Okay, after that afternoon she was a little infatuated with me, but so were lots of girls. I would fuck her again a few times, that was for sure, but romance wasn't in the picture. She would quickly come to realize that with no hurt feelings. They all did if you were careful.
Then we'd remain friends. She'd confide in me, complain about current boyfriends, and every now and then we'd get together and fuck like bunnies. Like Carol, and Tracy, and Cory, and Kate, and Dara, and Megan, and....
So many of them to please, and few of me to go around.
CHAPTER THREE
I left Sara to absorb the events of the day. She was giddy when I dropped her off, and I knew that this was one girl who wasn't going to mourn the passing of her virginity.
I went home for dinner, then went out with a couple of friends of mine, Mike and Phil, just to wander around the neighborhood, y'know? We met up with Paul and Sean, who were with Laurie, Erin and Kirsten, and we wandered over to the park, just shooting the shit and fooling around.
I had fucked both Laurie and Erin, and both gave me a smile and a nod of welcome as we joined them. We fucked around for awhile, then went over to the park as it got dark. Laurie slid in alongside me and squeezed my ass, and I slid my arm around her waist.
She was wearing a pair of loose nylon running shorts and a stand away crop top. You know, one of those things that fall straight down from her breasts without touching her belly, so you think that if you could just bend over a little you could look up under the Bottom? Anyway, the thing was short enough to reveal her very nice midriff, and I slid my hand onto it just for comfort.
I wasn't planning on anything this evening. After all, I had kind of worked up a sweat this afternoon. Laurie had other ideas, though, and as we walked around in the dark she took every opportunity cop a feel, or rub herself against me.
Like I said, give em' a good fuck and they'll be a lot more eager to spread their legs for you again. Laurie had liked what I'd given her, loved it, really. I'd popped her cherry six months ago and she's been fucking guys pretty near every day since then.
I knew for a fact she'd fucked Sean, Mike and Paul, so with five guys here she'd fucked four of us. That pretty near tells you the story.
Now I know you're thinking she's just a slut, and she is, in a way. But Laurie ain't no poor, sad girl searching for affection by passively letting guys bang her. SHE chose who she fucked, and SHE chose when and SHE pretty near chose how. She fucked for fun, and that was the way it should be. Hell, that was the way guys did it, right?
Anyway, with her having fucked four out of five of us, she was acting kind of slutty and taunting us all. I could tell from her eyes that she was horny as a billy goat and wanted nothing more than to be rode hard and put away wet.
I think she was kind of turning Erin on by her actions. At first Erin just ignored her, like Kirsten was doing, but after awhile I guess she wanted to, like compete with her, and she started acting like a cock-tease too.
Erin had fucked Sean and Phil, in addition to myself. She didn't sleep around quite as much as Laurie, but she was close. She was more discrete about it, though, while Laurie was quite open about her sexual desires and conquests.
As a result Laurie was well known around school as a real slut, while Erin was considered just a little racy. Kirsten, on the other hand, had not, so far as I knew, been fucked by any of the guys here. Certainly she hadn't been done by me. She did not like the way Laurie was acting at all, an when Erin started in on her act she decided to leave.
Anyway, the way the girls were sitting was more than a little distracting to the conversation, to say the least. They'd walk along like nothing was going on, then all of a sudden one or another would slip up beside you and grab your balls, then run away laughing.
Laurie was making a big show of flapping that little stand away top of hers too, like she was hot (which she was of course, but I don't mean temperature wise). She flapped it high enough on a few occasions for me to see the bottoms of her round breasts.
She wore no bra. She had small tits and could get away with that. Besides, the long, thick brown hair she wore often tumbled over her shoulders in front and half covered the front of her chest.
Erin, by contrast, had large breasts, and was wearing a bra, as well as a button-down shirt. She had tight, tight jeans on too. Her face was small and round, and had short, straight blonde hair that kind of curled in at the bottom, right under her chin, as though framing her face.
Anyways, after she decided to join Laurie, she started bending over a lot, slapping our asses, taunting us as pansies, and making sly, dirty jokes and suggestions. She also unbuttoned her shirt completely, then tied it together just under her breasts.
That showed lots of nice creamy soft cleavage, and she when she wasn't bending over to show us her ass she was bending forward to show us her tits, all accidentally of course.
Anyway, that left us five guys who were becoming increasingly horny, walking around with two cockteasing, horny assed girls. With Kirsten gone thing started to get increasingly on the raw side, too.
Like when Laurie stabbed her hand forward and jerked a comb out of Sean's hand. It was the kind of thing they'd been doing for a half hour or so, but this time when Sean chased her down he not only snatched his comb back, and found time for some groping, he untied her halter and snatched it right off.
He then jumped up and came back to us, hooting and waving the halter in the air. Laurie got up right away, one arm across her small breasts as she chased after him and tried to snatch it back. Her face was flushed and red, but it wasn't from embarrassment.
"Give it!" she cried, jumping up and down as he held it overhead. He tossed it to me, and I tossed it to Phil, who tossed it to Mike who tossed it to Sean again, all laughing in amusement as Laurie danced around after it, yelling for them to give it back.
"You don't need anything anyway, " Sean taunted.
"Yeah, you ain't got anything to cover up," Mark laughed.
"Fuck you, asshole!" she snapped.
Then she took her arm away and tauntingly and proudly stuck her chest out, swinging her torso from side to side as she proved without a doubt that, though she wasn't that big, she wasn't exactly flat chested either.
"Now gimmie back my halter, you prick," she demanded.
He tossed it to her and she chastely turned around to tie the top strings, then slide them over her neck. She reached behind her and tied the lower strings, the ones below her shoulder blades, making sure the thing was tight enough to prove there was something in there, v, Erin, not to be outdone, started slapping asses whenever someone said something she didn't like, which seemed to be damned near everything. Finally Phil tackled her and knelt, sitting on his heels on the grass. He dragged her belly over his legs and started spanking her ass while she yelled and cursed in mock outrage.
"No, man, that's not the way to do it," Sean said. "You gotta spank her bare ass."
"Yeah, go for it, Paul laughed.
"You're right," Phil said excitedly.
He reached under the struggling girl's body and unsnapped her jeans, then jerked the zipper down.
"Nooo!" Erin yelled, thrashing and wriggling around.
Everybody laughed as Phil slowly jerked her super tight pants down, baring her ass bit by bit. Naturally they were so tight that they jerked her panties down so when he had them bunched up below her thighs her ass was completely bare, and the way she was bent over Phil's legs you could pretty easily see her pussy pad too.
Phil started slapping her ass in slow, sharp smacks, drawing outraged yelps and cries of pain, as well as curses and promises of vengeance from her. Again, as with Laurie, she wasn't all that serious, and was really getting off by being like that in front of us all.
I mean, three of us had already seen that ass before anyway, and at least one, me, had fucked it.
Phil spanked her ass until it was a bright pink, then Mike squatted down and gave it a few slaps. He had a bulge in his pants and wanted to do a lot more, obviously. He slid his hand in between her thighs and cupped her pussy, making her squeal again.
"This is what needs spanking," he said to us all.
"Needs cooling off anyway," Sean sniggered.
They let her go then. We were on the grass right beside the road, after all, and we couldn't exactly strip her down and fuck her there. She jerked her pants up, cursing us all and still promising revenge.
Then Laurie jumped Sean and wrestled with him. Sean got his arm around her waist and lifted her right into the air, then slapped at her ass. Paul reached forward and jerked her pants and panties down to her ankles, to much outraged howls from her, and then everybody slapped her ass while Sean swung her around in mid-air.
We headed over to Paul's place, since he lived in the basement of his family's house, and had a separate entrance. Besides, nobody ever came down to check up on things. His parents didn't much care what he did down there just so long as nothing got busted.
We tramped down the outside stairs and through the door, walked past the washer, dryer and freezer, and then around the comer and into what would in other houses be a rec room, but was in this case his bedroom, complete with a couple of couches, a table, and a desk.
He went upstairs and got some cokes while we passed the girls around, taking turns groping and necking with them, and doing a little dancing to the stereo. I had an idea then for something that didn't work all that often, but when it did it was a joy to see.
Paul came back with the drinks, then pulled a bottle of rum out from beneath his bed and poured a double for everyone. A triple for the girls.
Before too long things were getting real steamy, with everyone openly groping the girls. Erin had her shirt untied and her bra off, and Sean was sucking on her nipples, while Laurie was sitting between Paul and Mike, and had a hand down both their pants. She had a shit eating grin on her face too as she squeezed two hard dicks.
Neither of them was happy when I pulled her away. Nor was Sean very happy when I dragged Erin away from him. I pulled them into the center of the room and held them there with an arm around each waist.
"Guys," I called. "Which of these two gorgeous little nymphos do you think is the hottest?" I asked.
"Tough call," Sean said. "Erin's got the better body, but Laurie's got a better face."
I overrode everyone else's comments as I held the two flushed, and slightly inebriated girls in my arms.
"I think there's only one way to settle it," I called. "We'll have a cat fight."
There were howls of agreement from the guys, as well as applause and laughter. I waited for it to quiet down a little.
"Okay then," I said, turning the two girls to face each other. "Now, no scratching. Now hair pulling. No punching. The first girl to pin the other to the mat, uh, mg wins."
They looked at each other with big smiles on their faces, eager to do anything so long as they were the center of attention.
"Just a second," I said, as if thinking of it just then. "These are expensive looking clothes. We don't want them to get ripped or anything. Do we guys?"
"Nooo!" they cried.
"Why don't you two just strip to your undies?" I suggested.
The girls' eyes lit up and they eagerly stripped off their tops, which wasn't much since Erin's shirt and bra were open and Laurie's halter was untied below her shoulder blades.
Erin tugged her tight jeans off, and Laurie slid her shorts off. Now they were clad only in string bikini panties, Erin's red, Laurie's white with blue stripes.
"Wait a second!" I cried. "Those panties look expensive. They're bound to get all sweaty if you wrestle in them.
They slipped off the panties, both now totally aroused, their nipples hard as pebbles and their pussies steaming as five guys looked on their bodies. I had them kneel facing each other, arms out, then stood back and told them to go at it.
Naturally they gripped each other's hands, then started struggling and growling and trying to tip each other over as we all yelled encouragement. Everyone was getting off on it as they finally grappled together, breasts to breasts, and tumbled on the floor.
They rolled over and over, gasping and panting and trying to twist each other around onto the bottom. Erin outweighed Laurie, but Laurie seemed to be faster and a little stronger, so it was pretty even.
Finally Erin got Laurie onto her stomach, and straddled her. She almost had her pinned when Laurie managed to twist around and grab one of Erin's fat, dangling 38s. She twisted it sharply and Erin yelled in pain, letting go to grab at Laurie's wrist. Laurie squirmed out from under her, got Erin's arm up behind her back, and held her to the floor to win the bout. We all applauded naturally as she jumped to her feet and jumped up and down in victory.
Sean jumped up and down with her, then threw his arms around her and lifted her off the floor, twisting her around and tossing her on the bed. He dove on top of her and jerked his pants down while Paul and Mike moved to console Erin, who was glaring at Laurie and holding her sore tit.
Mike's method for consoling her was to push her forward onto all fours, then drop his pants and shove his cock up her pussy from behind. Paul knelt in front of her then and she quickly pulled his shorts down and gripped his cock. She slid her lips around it and started sucking as her body began to jerk and sway in time to Mike's fuck strokes.
Phil moved to join Sean, and the shifted Laurie's body so her head hung over the side of couch, then Phil knelt in front of it and pushed his cock into her mouth.
I moved over to where Mike was pounding away at a grunting Erin.
"Okay, guys," I said, "Push her onto her side and we'll pack all three holes.
They excitedly complied, and we got Erin onto her side and lifted her upper leg high, jamming it back with our chests as me and Mike both found room between her legs. I looked down at her wrinkled little anal opening, then spit on my cock a few times and pressed the head against it.
I jabbed it against her several times, then popped it through. Erin groaned, but she knew, like most of the girls I fuck, how to take one up the ass. I eased my cockhead into her as Mike held still to watch, taking my time, letting her ass get used to me.
It didn't take much, since Erin was as eager as us to get her ass packed. Soon I had half my cock up her, and Mike began to pump again, though slower. Paul had never taken his cock out of her mouth and she continued to suck on it the whole time.
I pushed my cock deeper, and then thrust as I slapped her ass sharply. Her ass sucked my cock in to the hilt and she groaned in pleasure around Paul's cock.
I ground my hips around against her, twisting my cock in her anus, then began to pump into her, using slow strokes at first, but building up in speed and length until me and Mike were matching strokes, me going in as he pulled out.
Every now and then we thrust in hard together and Erin shuddered in response. Mike and Paul were both really turned on from all of this. Neither had fucked her before, for one thing, and neither had been involved in multiple sex things before so far as I knew. Hell, probably neither had ever seen a girl fucked up the ass either, let alone done it themselves.
So now they were probably both just about ready to blow.
"This little slut has been begging for a good hard fucking all night," I growled to them. "Let's give her one she'll remember." I looked up towards Paul and then gripped Erin's blonde hair behind her head, jerking her head way back. "Stuff your cock right down her throat, Paul," I said. "You got a clear shot now. She'll deep throat you."
He gaped at me, then looked down at Erin with wide eyes. She didn't make any move to protest, and the idea was obviously really blowing his mind, so he shifted his position slightly in preparation.
"Swallow his cock, Erin," I said, slapping her ass. "Gulp down that cock, you slut!"
He pushed in and me and Mike both watched inch after inch of hard prick slide through her wide lips.
"Oh fuck!" Mike gasped.
"Now let's pound this slut!" I growled, humping faster and faster, driving my cock up her ass with wild, almost brutal strokes. Mike soon imitated me, pounding his cock into her too.
I was sure this WAS just was Erin wanted, and her body immediately began to hump and jerk and thrash in response. There was no effort to push Paul back, to pull her throat off his cock. Instead she squeezed her tits with her hands and wallowed in the hard fucking she was getting.
Laurie was yelping and moaning in pleasure as Sean rode her pussy and squeezed her breasts, but Erin was silent, her throat blocked by Paul's slowly sliding cock pole.
"Take it out and let her breath," I panted, as Erin began slapping weakly at Paul's thighs. He quickly jerked his cock back up out of her throat and she coughed and gasped for breath.
"Don't drip that wet cock on the rug, man," I said. "Rub it over her face."
He did, like he was in a trance, but he couldn't take any more and blew at the first stroke against her cheek. Me and Mike watched his come spurt out and cover her face in dripping white semen as we pounded our cocks up her pussy and asshole.
Mike groaned and he came too, the sight too much for him. His own come pumped up Erin's fuck opening and into her belly as she trembled and shook and gurgled in wondrous pleasure, squeezing her breasts as she shook her head mindlessly.
As he backed off I let her leg fall and rolled her onto her belly, keeping her legs apart. I knelt there at her crotch, my cock sliding steadily into her round asshole, my hips hammering her ass cheeks as I thought about Sara's pretty ass, and how I was gonna fuck it.
That brought my own jism boiling up out of my balls and I soon pumped it into Erin's spasming, sucking asshole as she lay groaning and panting for breath there on the floor. I finished with a sigh and pulled my softening cock out of her hole.
Laurie and the others had already done and were watching. Laurie looked a bit smug for my taste. "Next time its your ass I'm gonna pump," I said.
She smirked and stuck her tongue out.
Well, of course it didn't take that long for us to start to get hot again. Especially since the girls didn't bother to put any clothe on. In fact, they stayed hot the whole time, really getting off on wagging their round asses and tits in her faces.
They even made like go-go dancers for us, shaking their stuff on the floor in competition with each other as we watched. Laurie was the most brazen, looking sexy and sliding her hands up and down her body, undulating and swing her hips, turning and bending way over so we could see her pussy and asshole.
Paul and Mike both grabbed a girl and spanked her bare ass while the rest of us watched and drank and offered suggestions. Sean leaned over and shoved the snout of his beer bottle up Laurie's pussy and started fucking her with it.
That reminded me what someone had said earlier about their pussies needing cooling off. I jumped up and went upstairs. The stairs emerged into the kitchen, right by the fridge, which was handy. I opened the freezer, and there, right in front pf me, was a popsicle.
Oh joy.
I took the popsicle, along with a couple of cucumbers from the fridge, and went downstairs, where the two naked girls were still bent across the guys' laps. Their asses were being spanked occasionally, and they were being made to recite obscene things, like what sluts they were and how they loved sucking cock.
I put the cucumbers down and turned to the guys.
"Guys, there's just not enough of us here to cool off a pair of super hot pussies like this," I said to them. I slapped the popsicle against the side of a table, breaking it in half lengthwise, then opened it.
I pulled out the two popsicle halves, each on its own stick, and held them up with an evil grin. All the guys had wide eyes and were really high on the idea. Since neither of the girls could see it they didn't say anything, until Laurie managed to roll her head around. Then she squealed and tried to struggle free.
The guys gathered around and we held them down easily. I pressed the ice cold popsicle against Laurie's snatch and she yelled and tried to kick her heels out. Mike caught one and I caught the other and then I slowly pushed the popsicle into her.
She yelled and screamed and cursed as she struggled helplessly against us, but the sight of her ass bouncing and jerking around only turned us on more, and I soon had the popsicle up her pussy to the stick. We laughed and slapped her ass, and I started pumping the popsicle up and down in her cunt tunnel.
I shoved it in so only the stick was sticking out, then turned to Erin. Erin started to struggle then, but she was no more successful than Laurie, and I soon had the popsicle up her snatch as well. I pumped it in and out as she yelled in protest.
Sean began pumping the popsicle in Laurie's cunt then, but it was melting rapidly. Then he laughed and held up the stick. It had come out of the popsicle. We looked at Laurie's tightly closed pussy lips and laughed knowing the popsicle was up inside her.
We even let her go then, and she scrambled off the sofa and onto her feet, cursing and yelling as she tried to reach between her pussy lips and pull the popsicle out. It was too deep, though, and now too soft. When she did get her fingers on it and pulled the piece just squashed or broke off.
Strawberry flavored popsicle was leaking out of her pussy and dribbling down her thighs as she cursed and tried again and again to dislodge the thing. We shoved Erin's popsicle deep into her ass and twisted the stick around until it pulled loose too.
Then we guys sat back and watched the girls dancing and shaking as they tried to stop their pussies from freezing.
Of course they both cursed us wildly so I decided the only way to please them was to help them get the popsicles free, even if they were probably mostly melted by then.
We grabbed the girls and brought them around the corner into the unfinished' section of the basement. There was a concrete floor here, as well as a big tub for the overflow from the washer. There was a hose attached to the faucet, and we lifted Laurie and bent her over the tub, then shoved the hose up her pussy and turned on the water.
She continued to yelp and curse and struggle as we laughed uproariously and water spurted out of her pussy crack. Sean fucked her with the hose and washed out her cunt, then Mike and Paul lifted Erin into place and the hose was shoved up her pussy.
Since Paul sometimes shaved down here there was a small mirror over the tub, and shaving cream and a razor. That gave me a great idea, and I had Phil and Sean lift the still cursing (but only mildly so) Laurie onto the table beside the washer.
Now I should point out that the girls felt it necessary, like they always to, to maintain some kind of fiction of opposition to what we did. Just like they wouldn't just come right out and say, "hey guys, my pussy wants your cock" they had to pretend to be upset at this. But you could tell real easy that they weren't.
They were both too fucking hot to be upset at anything, unless of course we made they put their clothes back on and stopped paying attention to them.
No, they were super hot and on a sexual high. They didn't experience this kind of thing every day, and were really getting off on it.
So when we pushed Laurie on the table, and pulled and held her legs wide, she struggled ineffectually.
"What are you perverts doing now?" she demanded. "Let me up!"
"When we're done, baby," I said.
I sprayed some shaving cream over her pussy and rubbed it in, which she liked, obviously, especially when I shoved my finger up her snatch and started pumping it in and out. But then I picked up the razor and started shaving.
She raised her head and stared in shock, then began struggling again. "Stop that! Stop it! Daaviiiid! Let me go, you perverts! You fuckers!"
We easily held her in place as I laughingly shaved off her pussy hair, not that there was all that much since she liked to wear really high cut bikinis. I shaved really carefully, spreading her legs wide and lifting them up too in case she had any trace of hair left.
When I couldn't fell anything at all we carried her over to the sink and sprayed water on her crotch. We all stared in excitement at her puffy, utterly naked cunt crack. Even Laurie stared at it with wide eyes.
As for Erin, who had been pulled over onto the table, she just yelled and struggled as her pussy hair began to come off too.
I ran my hand over Laurie's pussy mound, revelling in how incredibly soft her downy flesh was. The other guys couldn't get enough of feeling her up there either, and I knew both were ready to plug her again right then and there.
Instead we waited and watched as Erin lost her pussy hair and then groped her too. Then we carried the two girls back into the finished part of the basement and through them together onto the bed.
Both cursed us and jumped up to attack individual guys, not doing anything serious, mind you, just slapping or kicking.
Still, it resulted in both of them being bent over the table side by side while their asses were spanked. Then they were picked up and tossed on the bed again.
The guys wanted to fuck them but I managed to hold them back, though it wasn't easy since I couldn't tell them what I had planned.
CHAPTER FOUR
Before too long the girls settled down, and were soon on a sexual high again, taking every opportunity to stick their shaved pussies into our faces. Their faces were flushed and their nipples hard, and though we groped them a lot nobody would fuck them, and of course, they wouldn't come right out and ask either.
The two of them continued to drink, and were starting to get smashed, being more and more crude and slutty, grabbing our crotches and stuff. Erin grabbed Sean's face and pulled it into her pussy, holding it there as he licked her hungrily.
I had to shove her back or he would have continued, and she sure didn't like that.
Laurie then stood right in front of us, bent way over, and put her hand in between her thighs. Then she started finger fucking herself while we watched.
Finally I grabbed both girls and set them down on the floor on their knees. Then I produced the cucumbers.
"Okay, we're gonna have another competition," I said.
The guys sat forward eagerly.
"Here's the rules. The first girl who manages to stuff her cucumber up the other girl's pussy wins."
The guys laughed and clapped and hooted in applause.
"What does the winner get?" Laurie asked.
"I'll tell you. The winner gets fucked by all five of us, and then the loser has to sit back and jerk off while we all watch."
She stared at me and swallowed in excitement. Erin's own mouth dropped, but her body fairly quivered with lust at the idea.
"As before, no scratch, punching, or hair pulling," I said.
I had them face each other, cucumbers in fists, then stepped back. "Okay, go!" I yelled.
They attacked each other like knife fighters, each holding the other girl's "knife" hand.
"Remember, the cucumber has to be all the way inside, so there's nothing left outside to see."
"Oh man!" Sean groaned.
If she wasn't lucky the guys were all going to blow in their pants, then the winner wouldn't get her prize.
They fell onto their sides, and started rolling over and over. Then Erin got on top, using her larger weight to hold the smaller Laurie down as she reached behind her and tried to stab her cucumber into Laurie's pussy crack.
Laurie crossed her legs, reached up, and grabbed Erin's tit like she had before, twisting it hard and making the blonde girl cry out in pain. Laurie twisted and rolled her over, then turned around and was soon on top.
With Erin's face pressed into the floor by her thighs, Laurie shoved her cucumber into Erin's pussy and started twisting and pushing it to get it deeper. Erin yowled and cursed, then twisted Laurie's toe of all things, to get her off.
She jumped on the little brunette from behind, crushing her breasts into Laurie's back. Then she tried to sit up, but found the cucumber in her twat was pushed deeper by that. She reached back and pulled it out, but as she was distracted by that Laurie managed to wriggle around onto her back, then reached up and slapped Erin's right breast hard.
Again Erin cursed her, getting angry now. She let go of both cucumbers and grabbed Laurie's wrists, jamming them down against the floor next to her head. Now she was able to hold the smaller girl easily, but didn't have a hand free for a cucumber.
She slowly and carefully moved her body upwards until she was able to kneel on Laurie's hands. Her shaved cunt crack was only inches over the other girl's face like that, and all of us guys wanted her to sit right down. We yelled at her to do that so she did, smiling smugly as she rubbed her pussy crack over Laurie's face.
Then she quickly twisted around, while Laurie was still reacting to having a moist pussy rubbed against her face. Now she was kneeling on the other girl's hands, but facing down the length of Laurie's body. Laurie was still looking up into her crack, though, and we continued to yell at her to sit on her face.
Laurie's legs were kicking and flopping as she tried to twist out from under the bigger girl, and then Erin did sit on her face, heavily. Again she rubbed her pussy and ass against the sputtering, cursing girl.
Then she grabbed a cucumber and fell forward onto Laurie's body, stabbing the cucumber at Laurie's cunt. Laurie tried to close her legs, but was too late, and Erin had the cucumber inside her. She abandoned everything else but that cucumber, twisting and shoving it deeper and deeper.
Laurie yowled again as the big cucumber was jammed into her tight pussy crack. She was able to work her hands free and slapped at Erin's ass, then at her pussy. Erin yelped and cursed her, but continued to shove the cucumber into Laurie's puss.
We watched eagerly. Three quarters of the cucumber were down inside the slight girl at this point, and we were eagerly anticipating the sight of the last inch of green being forced into that tight crack.
Laurie's hands found the other cucumber then and she immediately snatched it up and rammed it up into Laurie's cunt. Erin tried to close her legs more, but didn't do anything else. I guess since she was already mostly done she figured she'd get hers in all the way long before Laurie could.
But Laurie had a better position than Erin. Erin's cunt was only a foot or so over her face, and her legs were held open because she was kneeling on the floor over the smaller girl. That meant Laurie could brace her elbows on the floor and shove the cucumber straight up into Erin's snatch.
Within seconds she had it half buried in the other girl's honey pit, then she pressed her palms against the base and with her elbows braced against the floor, just shoved up as hard as she could. We watched with excitement as the thick cucumber slid steadily and remorselessly up into Erin's cunt opening.
Erin panted and groaned and tried to twist her pussy away, but she was still caught up on offense and wasn't able to switch to defense fast enough. Besides, it happened so quick, that before we knew it Laurie had her flat palm against Erin's cunt mound.
She pulled it back, and we could just see a small round green stub sticking out of Erin's slit. Erin was slapping at the cucumber in Laurie's cunt at the same time, and as we scurried back and forth to see them both we saw that hers was almost completely buried too.
Erin pressed the heel of her hand against it and shoved furiously, putting her other hand on top of it. Laurie slapped at Erin's bare cunt mound, trying to make that little bit of green disappear, but it wouldn't. Finally she pressed her thumb against it and braced it with her fingers and shoved it up until her thumb was through Erin's slit.
When she pulled her thumb back Erin's slit closed neatly, with no sign of the cucumber. Laurie yelled in triumph, but Erin jumped up and pointed at Laurie's snatch, where there was likewise no sign of any cucumber. Both of them had their pussies full of green veggie.
Both of the girls claimed to be the victor, and both were cursing at each other rather nastily. Erin was the most annoyed, since Laurie had twisted and slapped at her bigger breasts several times. I decided to settle it by calling it a tie.
Then I said before I decide on prizes they had to put their arms around each other and hug, then kiss and make up. Neither wanted to do it but I pulled them together by the arms and they reluctantly kissed each other. Naturally I didn't accept that.
"A good kiss," I ordered. "A nice, long, wet kiss. "
"No way!" Erin cried. "I'm not kissing this slut."
"Look who's calling me a slut," Laurie snapped. "Big titted cow!"
"Do it or we'll send you home with only the cucumber for company and you won't get fucked," I said.
No way in hell the guys would have let me do that, but they had the same idea I had by now so they at lest pretended to back me up.
Again, reluctantly, and looking at each other warily, they kissed.
"Wet kiss!" I said.
Laurie opened her mouth, and then Erin did, and they kissed as we pulled their arms around each other. I stood right beside them, and slid a hand down onto each of their asses, then under and against their pussies ( stroking their cracks.
I could feel the ends of the cucumbers resting just inside their pussy lips, a hard round lump against the soft, malleable pussy meat.
"Let's see your tongues," Sean demanded.
"Yeah, let's see the tongues touching," Paul agreed.
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The girls were getting turned on again, partly by my rubbing their pussies, partly because they had big, thick, hard cucumbers stuffed up into their cunt boxes, and partly because all of us were standing around in eager excitement watching what they were doing.
Laurie was the most obvious in her attempts to play to the audience, and she opened her mouth wide and licked all over Erin's lips until the blonde opened her mouth too. Then their moist pink tongues slid slowly together.
"Now Laurie, you should apologize for slapping and squeezing Erin's tits," I said.
"I apologize," she said right away, eyes excited.
"And you have to kiss them and make them better," I said.
Well, both of them knew what was going on by then, and though as far as I knew neither had ever done anything lesbian, both obviously got a huge high at the thought of fooling around together with us watching. Without hesitation Laurie leaned down and began sucking on Erin's right nipple.
Erin stroked her head as her eyes closed briefly. Laurie slid both hands under Erin's big breasts and squeezed them as her lips slid from one nipple to the other. Then she straightened, the two looked into each other's eyes, and their arms slid around each other with no sign of reluctance.
They kissed passionately, their bodies rubbing hotly together as we watched in anticipation.
"Okay, here's how we decide the winner," I said. "You two sit down facing each other and spread your legs.
We helped them sit down, and opened their legs.
I think they were a little disappointed to be pulled apart, but they needn't have worried.
"Now you two are going to jerk off, and the first girl who comes wins."
"But what if one of them fakes?" Sean asked reasonably.
"You're right," I said, as if I hadn't thought of that. "I got it! You'll jerk each other off. The first girl who comes, loses. It's a lot harder to hide that you're coming than to fake one."
We were all kneeling and squatting around the two, and we pulled them in closer together, so their legs were intertwined, then pulled their hands down to each other's pussies. They both began to rub then, their eyes filled with excitement and lust at doing something so lewd and forbidden.
We watched, calling out advice, but not much. We were past the point of yelling loud obscenities and were now mostly quiet and filled with passion and lust as we watched their fingers rub and stroke and fondle each other's bald little cunt cracks.
I wasn't finished with my suggestions, though. I put a hand behind each girl's body, at the small of their backs, and shoved them closer together.
"Try it by rubbing pussies together," I said.
They slid closer and closer together, those two little cracks only inches apart now, then each girl lay back on her side almost, though propped on an elbow. Their cunts pressed together, those two hard cucumbers resting just inside the soft lips, and they started rubbing and humping and slapping them together with rapidly growing passion.
I could see in both of their eyes that the feeling they were getting was intense. They even grabbed at each other's hands for leverage and started rocking and rubbing together harder and harder. They were both grunting and panting, and moaning softly as their soft pussies ground together, their mouths wide and gaping, their bodies flushed.
Laurie's head fell back then and her eyes rolled back in her head as she trembled and jerked spastically.
"Laurie's coming! Laurie's coming!" we yelled.
Laurie ignored us, jerking and twitching and gurgling in pleasure as she continued to slap and rub her soft pussy pad as hard as possible against Erin's snatch.
Erin was only seconds behind her, and soon she was jerking and grunting and yelping in delight as her pussy burned and pleasure rippled through her own young, nubile body.
We let them enjoy it, then pulled them apart. They were both limp and sweating and exhausted with the force of their cums, but we were too excited to give a shit what shape they were in. We spread Erin's legs wide and pulled her pussy open, then tried to get the cucumber out.
That was something I hadn't thought of before. It was wedged in there real good, and coated in pussy cream, and there was no way to get ahold of the damned thing. She tried to work her pussy muscles to expel it, but pussy muscles weren't really made for that kind of work.
Finally, though, an inch of so was outside and I was able to slowly tug it down her fuck tunnel until I could get my hand around it and pull it free. Laurie was laid back on the bed then as we fucked her one by one.
I fucked her first, since it was my idea, after ail, and she came just before I did, her legs bouncing in mid-air as I rammed my boiling hot cock down into her fiery furnace of a cunt.
As for Laurie, we made her sit straight on a hard chair and watch. This didn't make her very happy, of course. She tried to pull the cucumber out of her own cunt, but wasn't able to get ahold of it. She was skinnier than Erin, and her pussy even tighter, and that cucumber seemed to have gone even deeper inside her.
She got a little sullen as she watched us all fucking Erin, and watched and listened to Erin moaning and grunting and sighing in pleasure. She started calling out wiseass remarks, and criticizing the way we fucked, not to mention the way Er n fucked.
When we had all finished we turn d to her, which suited her fine. I think she was as annoyed at having Erin the center of attention as she w s at not getting fucked.
"Okay, Laurie," I said.
"Okay what?" she frowned.
"Okay, start jerking off."
"Forget it," she sniffed.
"That was the other part of the deal," I said. "The loser jerks off for us all."
"Well, I'm not gonna," she said, folding her arms over her breasts.
"If you don't we're not gonna help you get that cucumber out of your pussy," I said. "Maybe you can ask your mom to help."
She glared at me, then shrugged and snapped her legs apart and started rubbing at her pussy in a bored way.
"Just to keep it interesting, if you can get anyone up again, he'll fuck you any way you want," I said.
That changed her demeanor a lot. She slumped down in the chair and spread her legs wider, drawing her knees back to expose her pussy and ass to us. She started sighing and moaning in pleasure ... real or imagined, as her fingers slid and stroked across her pussy crack.
"I ... I can't get my fingers inside because of the cucumber," she protested.
"So stick em' in your asshole," Mike called.
She giggled a little, but then did as he suggested. Well, she was kind of smashed as well as being high.
We watched her pinching and rubbing her nipples, fingering her slit, squeezing her clitty, and sliding a finger up and down her asshole.
"Stick another finger up your ass," Phil called. "I'm starting to get horny again.
A second finger slit up her tight little asshole, then a third as she groaned and whined and rubbed herself.
I don't think she was faking either. She was too turned on from being the center of attention while she jerked off. Besides, she still had that cucumber up in her pussy.
I went and got the other cucumber, then took it over to where the popsicles had melted, rubbing it in the slippery wet liquid. Then I hurried back to her, took her hand, and put the cucumber in it. She stared through glazed eyes, then pushed the cucumber against her asshole.
"Oh God!" several people sighed.
She groaned too, and twisted the cucumber from side to side as she fingered her clitty. Her knees were jerking up and down to either side of her as she whimpered and moaned and rolled her head from side to side.
We watched the cucumber slowly ease into her ass opening, then push deeper and deeper as she grunted and moaned and whined in heated excitement. She had it halfway up her ass when she came.
Her back arched and her head pulled back so hard it was a wonder it didn't snap. Her ass bounced and jerked and rutted up as she quivered and moaned and groaned in blissful sexual ecstasy. Her soft, anguished grunts filled the air as we watched with growing excitement.
Mike was the first one to move forward, his cock hard again. He tried to get at the cucumber in her pussy, but that seemed hopeless, so he slowly pulled the one out of her asshole, then thrust his cock in there. He buried his prick up her buttery ass tunnel and began to fuck as she went limp and groaned in languorous exhaustion.
He held her legs up and apart as he ran his stiff boner up her rectum again and again, his hips slapping against her buttocks as he grunted in pleasure. It didn't take him long to come this time, and he pumped his steamy jism into her bowels in only a couple of minutes.
She had come to by then, as Sean moved forward. She wanted him to fuck her, but like Mike he wasn't about to spend twenty minutes trying to get the cucumber out of her pussy. He thrust his cock up her ass too, and began fucking her.
She glowered a little, but then settled back to enjoy it, even sliding a finger down onto her clitty and rubbing it. Soon she was grunting in pleasure, a cunt packed with cucumber, and ass getting pounded, and all of us looking on was turning her on for the I don't know how many-ith time.
After Sean had come Paul fucked her ass, then I did, then Phil got in there and reamed her out with a furious pistoning stroke. She came a couple of times more, grunting in happiness as the pleasure washed over her.
Then, I said that since Erin had obviously gotten turned on too, she had to fuck Laurie. Laurie was turned on, all right, because her only objection was that she had no cock. We gave her the cucumber.
She crawled in between Laurie's legs, and the little brunette didn't object at all as she continued to rub her clitty and watch. Erin slowly pushed the cucumber into her asshole and pumped it in and out, then succumbed to temptation and forced it deeper and deeper, until Laurie's little asshole was able to close.
Laurie groaned in heated excitement now, sliding her hands over her pussy and asshole as she felt the thickness and hardness of the two cucumbers up in her belly. But now Erin had nothing to fuck her with.
"Eat her out," I called.
"Yeah, lick that pussy," Mike said.
"Lick her! Lick her!" everyone called.
Erin was a little reluctant, but as I said, still hot, and kind of drunk. She bent her head forward and began to lick up and down Laurie's slit, then peeled her cunt lips open and began licking at her clitty.
Laurie just leaned her head way back and groaned as she trembled in pleasure. She came, then came, then came again.
Erin was really getting into it, and she slid a hand down between her own legs and rubbed at her pussy as she ate Laurie. She too was soon coming, as the rest of us looked on with sighs of pleasure and enjoyment.
Everyone kind of relaxed after that. Laurie was exhausted and fell asleep. It was almost one in the morning by then, and Phil left for home, then Mike. Sean and I helped Erin get her clothes on and he left to see her home. That just left me and Paul, who lived here after all, and Laurie.
We spread her legs and tried to get at the cucumbers in her pussy and asshole, but we had the same problem as with Erin, except worse.
"How the hell are we gonna get these fuckin' things out of her?" Paul asked.
"Must be a way," I shrugged.
"Well, eventually she'll be able to push the one in her ass out, but what about her pussy?"
"Well, we'll just fuck her in the ass from now on then," I said.
I'd had a few too, after all.
We woke Laurie up and tried to get her to push them out, but weren't very successful.
"Why don't we shove a mouse up there or something?" I grinned. "Let it eat the damned thing."
"Fuck yooouu!" Laurie groaned. "You aren't putting any mouse in me!"
"Maybe a snake?" I laughed.
"No waayyy!"
She tried to jerk her legs closed like we were going to do it right then and there.
"We're just kidding, dummy," I said.
"You better be," she pouted.
Finally, I had an idea that I was sure would work.
"All we need is a corkscrew," I said. "We can screw the thing down into the cucumber and pull it out with that just like a cork from a bottle."
"Hey, great idea," he said.
He went upstairs to find one while I watched Laurie idly stroking her pussy mound.
"How's it feel up there?" I asked.
"Hard," she sighed. "And biiiig."
"Just the way you like em'," I grinned.
"I can't find a fuckin' corkscrew," Paul said when he came back.
"You don't have a corkscrew? What kind of barbarians are you people anyway?"
He shrugged.
"I can't keep them theeeere!" Laurie whined.
"We know, we know," I said. "Tell you what, you come home with me. I know we have a corkscrew. "
"I'm past my curfew now," she pouted.
"It won't take long."
"Just don't tell your parents why you want it," Paul grinned.
"Hell, how am I even gonna get her in there at this hour?" I sighed.
"I dunno," he shrugged.
We helped Laurie get dressed, which wasn't easy, let me tell you. Try dressing a horny drunk one of these times and see. We couldn't find her panties, and she had no bra, so that made things a lot easier, but still....
Anyway, we got her crop top on and her shorts, then me and her left. She walked slowly, making strange noises every little while as the cucumbers moved inside her.
"It feels sooo funny," she moaned, sticking her hand down her pants and squeezing her pussy.
"Hey, don't do that here," I hissed, jerking her hand out.
I mean, shit, there were cars passing us by on the street.
"I feel so horny!" she groaned, cupping my crotch.
Again I slapped her hand away, but she only giggled and grabbed my ass. I looked around, then jerked her behind a tree and pushed her back against it. I shoved my hand down the front of her pants and began to quickly rub her clitty as she gripped my wrist with both hands and groaned in pleasure.
She started humping against me as she laid her head back against the tree. Her eyes closed and she grunted in delight as my fingers sawed rapidly up and down against her naked cunt crack. Then her fingers tightened on my wrist and she gasped in shocked pleasure, arching her back and rolling her head as she came.
I pressed two fingers into her fuck opening and pushed them in an inch or so, then encountered the tip of the cucumber. I pressed against the side of it, trying to twist it around inside her as she came, jabbing it even deeper into her spasming cunt tunnel.
Hell, I was getting excited too, and I'd fucked her, Erin, and Sara six times that day.
I pushed my fingers deeper into her snatch as she shook and trembled and humped against me, forcing the cucumber as deep as it would go, making it grind against her cervix.
Then she collapsed to her knees, still clutching my wrist and drawing me down in front of her. I pulled my hand out of her shorts and she fell forward onto her knees, burying her face against the grass as she squeezed her crotch through her pants.
I watched the traffic warily, hoping a cop didn't happen to pass then.
"Come on, we have to go," I said finally.
I helped her stand, then, with her arm around me and mine around her to support her, we moved slowly down the sidewalk and around the comer onto my street.
Then a car pulled up alongside us and a voice called out to her.
Shit. It was her older sister, Cathy.
"Come on, get in," she said. "You're past curfew and mom and dad are afraid you're in a ditch somewhere.
"Well, I'm not," she said in a sulky voice.
"That's real nice, so get in and I'll drive you home."
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"Uhm ... I'll walk home with David."
"It'll take too long. Say goodnight and get your little ass in here now!"
"But ... but I can't."
"Why not?"
"Uhm, I uh, I have to get something from his house."
"It can wait until tomorrow. Get in."
"Okay, okay," she said in that sulky voice.
I helped her over to the car, wondering how she 'thought she was going to get through the night with cucumbers stuffed up her pussy and asshole. I mean, she was kind of drunk now, and high on steamy sexual heat, but when those wore off she was gonna feel awfully uncomfortable.
But she got in the car and there was nothing I could do as her sister drove her away. I shrugged and went home.
CHAPTER FIVE
Laurie and Erin are perfect examples of how much fun you can have with girls if they have the right attitude about sex. True, they were a little pissed, but mostly it was their love of sex, and the lack of guilt that made them willing to act like that around us.
Still, if they'd been thinking a little more clearly they never would have agreed to it. With five guys it was almost certain the story would get out. Laurie, I guess, already had about as bad a reputation as she could get, but Erin had been trying to preserve hers.
So I called every guy the next morning and made it real clear to them that if they told one person, even one, the rest of us would beat the crap out of them. I told them how the girls had only been willing to do that because they thought they could trust us, and that if anyone told, not only would they never spread their legs for us again, but no other girls would trust us enough to try something like that either.
I talked until I was sure they all understood, using a combination of threats ... threats of getting their asses kicked, and threats of having no more fun little orgies, to make them see sense.
After all, last night had been a helluva lot of fun. Sure they wanted to talk about it, but did they want to talk about it even if it meant they'd never ever get to do it again, with Laurie and Erin, or any other girls?
I didn't think so.
I haven't said it in so many words before, but one of the biggest things stopping girls from having fun with sex is the fear that the guy will brag about it at school and turn their name to dirt. So many girls out there would love to put out, would love to try gang bangs and orgies and shit like that, if only they were sure it wouldn't become the story of the day at school.
Guys whine about girls who won't put out, then as soon as one does they yell about it all over town.
Fuckin' dummies.
Even Laurie didn't want a reputation as a queer, I'm sure.
Speaking of which....
I didn't dare phone her place, since she'd come home half plastered and over curfew the other night, so I called Erin. She had a hangover, and from the tone of her voice she was desperately worried that what she'd done was going to get out. I reassured her as best I could. I mean, I couldn't guarantee none of the guys would talk.
I suggested she call each of them and make it clear that she had liked it, and might want to try something like that again, but that if one whisper of it got out she would have to be as virginal as possible, and wouldn't touch any of us with a barge pole.
She thought that was a good idea, and held out some hope for its success, knowing how much guys were willing to do for sex. She said there was no way she was going to do anything like that again, though.
"Just don't tell them that," I said. "Let them think of how much fun they could spoil if they bragged.
"Okay," she said.
"But first, would you call Laurie and find out if she can get out of the house? She's still got those cucumbers up her pussy and ass."
"What!?"
"We couldn't get them out last night. She was going to come home with me where I have a corkscrew, but then her sister showed up and took her home."
"A corkscrew?"
"Yeah, you can screw it into the cucumbers and pull them out like corks from a bottle."
"My God," she said. "I can't believe she's still got them up inside her!"
"I don't know how she'd get them out," I said. "Call her, would you? Find out where we can meet?" She seemed uncomfortable with that.
"Why don't you call her?" she said.
"Because she was with me when her sister showed up. Her parents are gonna be pissed at me, and she's probably grounded or something."
"I don't know," she said uncertainly.
"You're not embarrassed because you ate her out are you?
There was a long pause and I laughed.
"Don't be crazy, Erin. It was just good clean fun. None of us thinks you're gay or anything, and Laurie sure liked it."
"I still feel ... weird."
"Look, you're gorgeous, hot, and sexy, and we were drinking and having fun. Don't read anything bad into it. We all had fun, that's all."
"Yeah, but you didn't suck some guy's cock."
"Yeah, but girls do that kind of thing more than guys. I mean, straight girls do it more than straight guys. Come on, it wasn't that bad."
"I don't even like Laurie," she sighed. "She's such a little slut. I mean," she added quickly. "She fucks so may guys, and is so open about it, and doesn't seem to care that her name is dirt all over school. "
"No, she doesn't," I agreed.
"All right, I guess I have to call her, " she sighed. "Call me back right after that."
"Yeah, yeah."
She hung up and I sat back and grinned. Girls, they're so strange, but so predictable sometimes. With just a little encouragement I was willing to bet I could get both girls to gang bang the five of us ... separately, of course, in order to convince us they weren't gay, and didn't have any gay feelings in them.
I pondered whether I wanted to do that, or whether I wanted both girls feeling free to have sex with each other. That was a helluva show they put on there, and it was sure something I would like to see more of.
On the other hand I wanted them fucking guys when their pussies got hot, not each other. And gang bangs could be fun too. I could slip a couple extra guys in and they wouldn't notice until they were actually being fucked by them, and they weren't likely to object then.
Erin called back and said Laurie was grounded for two weeks. She had been able to talk to her, though, and though Laurie seemed embarrassed to hear from her, she did say she needed to get those things out of her fast. Her insides weren't feeling very good that morning and having a couple of big, hard objects cramping her belly wasn't helping.
I got a corkscrew, a simple one, not one of those good silver ones. This one was just a screw with a wooden handle on the end. I went to Laurie's house and snuck around back. She had said she'd leave the basement window open.
It was, and with only a little effort I was able to sneak in. Then I waited for her to have another excuse to come down. It didn't take long. I hid behind a trunk as the basement door opened, then closed. Laurie walked slowly down the stairs, holding the rail tight.
"David?" she whispered.
I stood up and she groaned and walked slowly over to me.
"My guts ache," she moaned. "Those things have been inside me all fuckin' night!"
"I know, " I said.
"Do you think you can get them out?"
"Won't know till I try."
"Fuck! I must have been crazy! Can you imagine if I have to go to the hospital like this? How am I gonna explain it? I'll kill myself!"
"Why don't we see if we can get them out first," I said, turning her around and bending her forward over the trunk.
She lifted the little nightshirt she was wearing and bared her crotch, and then spread her legs as wide as she could, groaning at her weight came down on her belly.
I slowly peeled her pussy lips apart and looked for the cucumber. It had slid down her as she moved around, because of gravity I guess, and I could see the tip just inside her.
"You're gonna have to hold your pussy lips open," I whispered.
I had her lay on her back and spread her legs, then she stuck her fingers down against her pussy lips and pulled them wide. I used my fingers to eased her pussy tunnel open in front and slide the sharp point of the corkscrew into her. I had to be very careful, of course, not to touch her soft pussy flesh with the pointy metal.
I pressed it against the cucumber and told her to bear down on her cunt muscles, then added more pressure. I saw it sinking into the cucumber, but it was also pushing the cucumber deeper into Laurie's cunt.
She groaned and clenched her teeth as she squeezed her pussy muscles down on it. I started turning the cucumber in slow circles, twisting it into the cucumber. Once the sharp tip was inside there was little danger to Laurie, and I was able to twist it hard, again and again.
When the wooden handle was right up against her pussy lips I started pulling back on it. At first it pulled smoothly, and I could tell from the feel that it was pulling the cucumber with it. I pulled the tip right up to her pussy lips, then twisted the corkscrew a little more, getting it deeper into the veggie.
Again I pulled it back until the tip was against her pussy lips. There was about three inches of metal inside it now, and I hoped that was enough.
I took a squeeze bottle of baby oil from my pocket and squirted it at the cucumber, then all over the front of her pussy. Her hole was open a little, and I pushed the cucumber a little deeper to let the slippery oil slide down into her pussy.
Then I began to slowly pull the corkscrew out. The tip of the cucumber pressed against her pussy entrance, then came through, then the rest of it slowly began to force her cunt lips wider and wider.
"Oh fuck!" she gasped. "Jesus Christ! How did I get this in, in the first place!?"
"You didn't, Erin did."
"That fucking bitch!" she grunted. "She shoved the other one up my ass too!"
"Just pretend you're having a baby," I said.
"Fuck you, asshole!"
I pulled it forward, then eased back, then pulled forward, then eased back. Slowly, inch by inch, the cucumber came through her fuck hole, spreading her wider and wider.
She clenched her teeth and moaned in pain as the middle of the cucumber slid through her straining pussy lips. I grabbed it and pulled slowly until the entire thing was out of her.
Laurie groaned in relief, squeezing her pussy lightly and holding her belly.
"Thank God," she gasped.
"Fell all right?" .
"Yeah, now get the other one."
The other one was much easier, really. Once I got the corkscrew into it I was able to pull it smoothly out of her asshole with hardly any bother. It was tight, true, and she groaned a little, but it was easier than the first.
"Fuuuuuuuuck," she sighed at last, slowly letting her legs close.
"Think you'll live?"
I helped her sit up and she winced a little.
"I tell you one thing, David," she said. "Last night when I got home ... after the big argument, of course, I lay in my bed and...."
She blushed a little and then shrugged and gave an embarrassed laugh. "Well, I beat off, like, ten times in a row."
"I'm not surprised," I said. "Any girl with that much inside her pussy would feel horny, especially after all you'd had to drink."
"I still owe that fat bitch Erin," she said.
"Well, she did eat you out several times," I said. She blushed and looked away.
"She's kind of embarrassed about the whole thing."
"I'll bet. She likes to pretend she's so fucking noble and I'm the big slut! I didn't see her trying to fight you guys off when you were fucking her one after the other."
"Nope. She likes a good reputation is all," I said. "Yeah, well, she's gonna get one now. Everyone's gonna think she's as slutty as me, and a dyke too. "
"I don't think the guys will talk."
She laughed and looked at me like I was crazy. "I pointed out to the guys that if they talked about what happened neither of you was ever gonna do it again."
"I'm never doing it again anyway!" she interjected.
I held up my hand for silence.
"See, if they think they can do it again they won't want to ruin the chances by bragging. I also told them that neither of you would ever fuck any of us again if the word got out. They might want to brag, but they won't do it if it means missing out on that kind of fun again."
"Well, I might fuck them again, but not with that slut Erin there."
"You might like a little gang bang with us?" I grinned, sliding my hand through her hair.
"Well," she shrugged. "I got kind of pissed off when you were all fucking Erin and not me."
"She won the fight."
"Fight!" she snorted. "You prick! You set that shit up. We never would have done it if we'd been sober. "
"I never would have set it up if I was sober.
Anyway, you two were a lot higher on sex than booze. You were both like bitches in heat, wagging your asses at us."
"Yeah, and that's another thing," she glared. "How the hell am I supposed to take a shower now with the other girls?"
"Huh?"
"How am I supposed to explain this?" she glared, lifting her nightshirt and showing her puffy cunt pad.
"Tell them you did it so guys can eat you out better."
"Oh right!"
"They already think you're a slut. What difference does it make? It's Erin that's gonna have trouble explaining."
"Yeah, serves her right."
* * *
I called Erin again later to reassure her, let her know I still respected her and all that shit, that I thought she had been gorgeous and sexy last night, and that it was one of the most wonderful things I'd ever seen or done.
That seemed to make her feel better.
Laurie called me later and I did pretty much the same for her.
I also called the guys again to remind them to keep quiet, and to tell them that it wouldn't be a good idea to tease and taunt Erin and Laurie if they ever wanted a repeat of last night.
Then I got a call from Sara.
Well, no matter how much fun I'd had the other night, I thought sticking my prick up Sara's asshole was a great way of spending a Saturday. Unfortunately, it'd been too soon. I wanted her eager, and besides, I had a date already.
So I was nice to her, slyly commented on how great and sexy she was, added in a generous dollop of compliments, and shit about "experimenting in her sexuality" and "trying anything once", and told her sorry, but some other time.
I could tell she was disappointed, but hey, what choice did I have? Even after yesterday afternoon she was still into sex as either a feminist statement of freedom from patriarchal society, or some romantic, sensual kind of thing. She wasn't yet ready for just plain old casual fucking.
I mean, even before yesterday evening, I could've bent Laurie over and stuffed my cock inside, and she would've been happy. Sara wasn't ready yet to be "taken for granted".
Besides, Jessica was one hot, hot little slut! This bitch was worse than Laurie, and yet, so dignified, and cool and poised. Jessica was a girl who could be on all fours getting her ass fucked with furious speed, and not have a hair out of place.
She was so calm and composed that it was hard to remember that she was an all out nympho when given the opportunity.
As I pulled up in front of her place, for example, I saw her walking slowly out the door, back straight, smiling calmly, perfect chestnut hair shining in the sunlight, gleaming as it flowed down over her shoulders in perfect order.
The perfect little earrings, the perfect watch and ring for her intelligent green eyes and small, aristocratic nose. Her smile was at just the right wattage, showing off brilliant white teeth without giving the impression she was too glad to see me.
She wore a long, loose, pleated white dress, and black boots, a scarlet red top, and a black tailored jacket with large brass buttons in the center. A white silk scarf hung over her shoulders below her perfect, silken hair.
She could've been a model, if she were a couple of inches taller. Could still be if she wanted to put in any effort. She was too smart for that, though, said it'd bore her to tears.
You couldn't tell much about her body below that, other than it was trim. But I knew from long familiarity that it was exquisite.
She had breasts that were full, but not too large, perfectly round with pink nipples that stuck out about two inches when erect. She had gorgeous long legs, and an ass that was almost as good as Sara's, as well as a narrow waist and trim, flat belly.
She also had a shaved pussy ... one she shaved herself, without any suggestion from me, and was actively bisexual.
She also had the most sensitive little clit that I've ever run across. She only wore loose pants and skirts, and silk panties because otherwise the mere friction of the fabric against her clit kept her in a constant state of hominess.
She told me that she'd once worn tight jeans to school and come nine times in the morning alone, just by squeezing her thighs together. And I believe it.
I quickly got up and helped her into the car, kissing her on the cheek as I did. She expected, no, demanded such behaviour. In bed she could be treated as a total slut, and love it, but she required respect as a person.
"You're gorgeous as always," I smiled.
"Thank you," she said in her soft, low voice.
I hurried back and got in the drivers seat, then turned to look at her a moment.
"You know," I said. "I bet the gallery will wave their entrance charge once they see you."
She smiled softly. She expected such compliments and didn't treat them as anything more than fluff.
I started the car and drove forward. The roof was up, as always, so Jessica's hair wouldn't be blown. It also kept the sound down so we could talk. I complimented her continuously, which wasn't at all difficult, and she sat there and basked in it.
You see, our relationship was strictly sexual. We were not romantic, never had been, and never would be. All that bullshit I was feeding Sara about freeing herself and experiencing her sexuality, and enjoying the potentials and pleasures of her body ... I'd gotten all that from Jessica.
Jessica, you see, did all that. Now maybe she was just justifying her actions, actions which were required by that oh so sensitive ditty, but it sounded good, even to an earnest young feminist like Sara.
Jessica and I fucked ... a lot. I fucked her more than any of the other girls I knew simply because she was so wild and free, and would do almost anything. She was the best in bed I'd ever had too, whether her mood was wildcat or soft and feminine.
Half of what I'd learned about women and sex I'd gotten from Jessica. We'd been fucking for several years now, and ever time I learned more. She was simply outrageous, and I admired her for it.
But on a person to person level we didn't have anything in common. She liked opera and theatre and ballet, and modem art. She was, in fact, something of a snob about a lot of things. She looked down her nose at TV and most movies, and used words like d'class' and quaint to describe most of the other girls in school.
And that was in the private school for rich bitches she went to. God knows what she'd say about the likes of Erin and Laurie.
On the other hand she'd love Sara, if only to get her lips on those soft round breasts of hers, and her fingers in that tight little quim. In fact, if I discerned any desires for lesbianism in Sara, or could persuade her in that direction, I was planning on introducing the two.
The thought of them together was mouth watering.
"And what is it at the gallery we are to see today?" I asked.
"Who knows what we'll run across," she said with a shrug.
"Something ... stimulating?"
"Possibly. Entirely probably, in fact."
"Abstract, or...."
"Oh, no, realism. Nothing sublime today."
"Oh, realism, is it? Take a look in the glove compartment, why don't you?"
She smiled softly at me, then, with no haste, opened the glove compartment and took out the photos I'd developed of Sara. She opened the envelope and gazed at the pictures one by one. "How ... old is she?" she asked.
"Same as you."
"Really?"
"She looks younger, doesn't she? It's that wide-eyed innocence. I haven't run across such naivety in a woman in some time."
"Woman?" she snorted.
"She's extremely earnest in her ... beliefs."
"Let me guess," she smiled. "A junior league feminist tree hugger, friend of the poor and down trodden, animal lover...."
"All of that and more."
"I want her."
"I knew you would."
"How is she?"
"Until yesterday ... virginal," I smiled.
She smiled back.
"And how did she greet her introduction to die world of sexual pleasures?"
"With even wider eyes than normal, and soft little yelps of pleasure."
She laughed softly.
"How did you take her?"
"On her back in the grass, then on all fours."
"Like I said, a nature lover. How did you convince her to drop her panties?"
I told her about the need to get a picture, and my persuading her to take the nature woman picture in the water. She chuckled softly. I told her about the lines I'd fed her then about her sexuality and the patriarchal society and she shook her finger at me.
"Robbing my words," she said.
"Hardly original words," I said.
"I think I'm owed a taste of this little sweet."
"Please, dear, until yesterday she was a virgin."
"If you can convince her to explore her sexuality you should include a woman in that exploration."
"I agree."
I told her about how I'd gotten Erin and Laurie to do each other last night and she listened attentively and, though she hid it well, with growing excitement.
Now you might wonder what I was doing telling her all this. What happened to the vow of silence bit where I never told on the lovers I'd had. Well, she was different. She didn't know any of the girls personally, and she was utterly and absolutely discrete.
With her history she had to be.
"Cucumbers," she marvelled. "She spent the night with two cucumbers in her? My God!"
"If I remember right you've had a cucumber or two in you in your time."
"Not buried in me," she sniffed. "And anyway, I've not used vegetables in years. I have plenty of dildos and vibrators now."
"So do I."
"Why didn't you use them?"
"I wasn't at home."
"Oh yes. You said that."
We pulled into the parking lot of the art gallery and I helped her out of the car. Then we walked up to the door, her arm on mine. I paid for her entry, of course. She smiled tolerantly, and took no notice of the admiring looks from the guards and other riff raff at the entrance.
We took the elevator to the top floor, then I followed her as she glided along the exhibits, .pointing out the mastery of such and such an artist, the wonderful mixing of colors in such and such a painting, the vision and brilliance of this or that.
The gallery was not at all busy. It was a sunny Saturday,, and just past noon. Even the people who had come here were probably gone to the cafeteria to eat.
Jessica took my arm again as we neared a guard, and went on and on in what I privately called her elitist art lovers language, about the paintings around us.
The guard ignored us utterly. I guess her in her skirt and jacket, and me in my suit (Jessica always told me what she wanted me to wear, didn't look like the typical art thieves.
She ascended a gently winding ramp up onto another level, which housed, as far as I could see, junk. But no, Jessica claimed the displays here were brilliance in their vision and insight.
One was five boxes of brillo pads piled together. Another was a department store mannequin with a dress made of stitched together meat.
You could look down at the winding ramp from one part of the floor, and right there was the oddest of the exhibits. It was a mall, a small one anyway,' with glass display windows like in a mall, three on one side, three on the other. They all had merchandise on display, just like in a mall. There was a phone on the wall, an old fashioned rotary dial one, and a bench. There was even Muzak playing from somewhere.
I looked around in bemusement. It was like being in a closed mall.
As I turned back to Jessica I saw her laying her skirt neatly on the carpet over her jacket. She rapidly undid the buttons down the front of her shirt and tossed it on top of the clothes, then sat quickly on the bench and removed her boots.
She had no underwear on.
She stood up naked and walked back and forth over the carpet, getting more and more excited with each passing second.
"Jessica!" I hissed, looking wildly around.
"Nobody's up here," she grinned saucily. "And the guard's down there. There's nothing up here anyone would steal, and we're respectable people who wouldn't do any damage. Right?"
"Jesus, You didn't have to strip. You could've just lifted your skirt.
"No! I want to be utterly naked!"
She dropped to her knees, then slid forward onto her belly, laying full length on the carpet. She rolled over onto her back, spreading her arms and legs, then raising her knees and spreading them. She slid her hands up and down her body, then into her groin.
Then she began to jerk off.
CHAPTER SIX
I went to the rail and looked over at the ramp, watching to make sure nobody came up with one eye as I kept my other on Jessica.
She grunted as she pumped three fingers into her snatch, her ass rolling and grinding on the floor as her knees bounced up and down to either side.
I watched as she snatched her purse and opened it, then pulled a long, thick black dildo out of it. I shook my head in admiration as she pressed it against her snatch and slowly eased it inside.
She began pumping it in and out, using both hands as she grunted and moaned and humped up against it.
The girl was shameless!
She was also incredibly aroused at the possibility of being caught like this. I could see it in her face, and in those long hard nipples.
She looked so gorgeous laying there on the carpet like that, knees wide, chest heaving, hair fanned out around her, big black cock sliding furiously in and out of her puffy bare crack. She grunted freely each time she thrust the big black cock into her snatch.
She pumped it faster and faster and faster, until I almost winced to see how hard she was ramming that thing up her fuck tunnel. Then she arched her back and her ass bounced high and hard on the floor. She rolled onto her stomach, spread her legs, and jerked her legs like a fish as she crammed the dildo up her cunt crack with both hands.
She lay there on her belly panting for breath for a minute.
Then she got up, sliding the dildo out of her fuck hole. Dildo in her hand, and danced across the floor to the bench. I mean danced, too. She straddled the bench, then set the dildo down on its base and held it there as she eased her pussy down. She groaned in pleasure as she sank down onto the gleaming black rubber cock, taking it in to the hilt, until her soft buns were flat on the hard wood and she could rock back and forth and rub her ass and pussy against it.
She stood up then, chest heaving, face flushed. She cupped her pussy, then took her hand way. The dildo was buried in her almost to the hilt.. Only about an inch protruded. I think she was thinking about poor Laurie right about then.
She walked away then.
Just walked, calm and casual as you could want, walking down the aisle among the exhibits as though she weren't naked and didn't have a dildo up her twat.
Obviously she was acting out some kind of fantasy she'd had for awhile. That was okay with me. I was excited just to watch. Would I rather be fucking her? Yeah, but not here. I don't think even she would have dared this if I wasn't watching die only entrance.
I saw her halt halfway down the aisle and lean back against the wall. She spread her legs a little more and began to pump die dildo up and down in her sizzling hot cunt tube. She came, thumping the back of her head weakly against the wall as she closed her eyes and shuddered.
She started to sink down the wall, then caught herself and tiredly straightened. She looked at me, then shoved the dildo deep again and-staggered across to another exhibit. This was an old, old farm tractor with a plastic chicken standing in front of it. She climbed up onto the steel seat, then slowly sat down.
The seat was shaped, and the very front of it was divided, like for legs, with this little ridge there. She sat her cunt down on it, groaning as the dildo was pushed all the way up her snatch to the hilt, then she leaned forward and grasped the steering wheel.
She began to hump against the ridge then, sliding her wet pussy back and forth against the metal seat, riding her crack up on the ridge in a way that must have been painful against that dildo.
Then she came.
She made little noise when she came, at least, not that I could hear from where I was. But she sat up and back, then let her head fall way, way back, arching her back and grasping the sides of the seat as she ground her ass and pussy down and trembled in orgasmic pleasure.
All this had taken maybe fifteen minutes!
She got off the tractor and let the dildo slide down and out, then padded back down the carpeted floor towards me.
"Wish I'd brought a camcorder," I said.
She stopped and stared at me. "Shit," she said. I grinned and she shrugged and continued. She put the dildo back into her purse, then bent to her pile of clothes.
She hesitated, then picked up the silk scarf and walked over to me. She pressed it into my hands and turned her back on me, then brought her hands up together behind her back.
I quickly wrapped the scarf around her slender wrists, criss' crossing them the way she'd long ago showed me, and making sure it was nice and tight.
She tried it, then turned around and slowly sank to her knees in front of me. She pressed her face against my crotch and rubbed it from side to side.
"Dirty slut, " I said softly, glancing over the rail.
I unzipped my pants and drew out my erection, then grasped her by a thick chunk of hair and rubbed the head up and down against her face.
"Like this, you little whore?" I hissed. "Suck my cock, bitch."
Her lips parted but I continued to rub my cock all over her face for a few seconds. Then I pushed it into her mouth and let her bob her lips up and down the shaft as I checked the ramp to make sure we still had our privacy.
"Dirty stinking slut," I hissed. "Filthy little fuck pad. This is all you're good for, isn't it, whore! You're just a walking cunt!"
I tugged her hair lightly, enough to hurt a little, then mashed it up around her face and thrust my cock into her mouth hard enough to punch it through into her throat. I slowly drove my cock right down her gullet, pulling her soft lips right up against my zipper as I sighed in pleasure.
I looked down her back and saw her hands pulling continuously at the scarf, getting off on being bound. I drew my cock back up her throat, delighting in the pleasure of her tight, sucking throat around my cockhead, and her flittering tongue against the underside of the shaft.
I pulled my cock right out of her mouth and now, spit wet, I rubbed it across her face as she panted and gasped breathlessly.
"Dirty, cheap little whore," I said in a low voice. "Cheap fuck hole."
I shoved my cock into her mouth again and, still holding her head tightly in my hands, forced it down her throat in one smooth stroke, then began pumping slowly in and out, holding her head still as I fucked her face.
"You know what I'm gonna do with this cock, slut?" I hissed. "I'm gonna ram it up your asshole! That's what I'm gonna do, you whore. I'm gonna ream out your ass!"
I fucked her face for another minute, until she was starting to turn white, then pulled it free.
"Turn around, you whore, and show me your asshole!" I ordered.
Panting for breath and quivering in sexual heat, Jessica turned around, and with a groan she fell forward onto her shoulders, raising her ass high. She shifted her knees apart and I pressed my foot against her shaved cunt pad.
"Think I should shove my foot up your pussy, slut?" I asked. "Dirty whore."
I glanced quickly over the rail, then dropped to my knees and pressed my cock against her round, wrinkled anal opening.
"Here it comes, bitch," I said. "Get ready for an ass full of cock meat."
I pressed my cock against her ass and jammed it forward, drawing a grunt of pain through her ragged breathing. I slapped her ass, then thrust in again, knowing she wanted it hard and fast and rough.
I rammed my cock down and slapped at the side of her hip, then gripped her hair and tugged it back, I again making her gasp in pain. I thrust sharply and buried my cock in her tight asshole, then ground my hips against her buttocks.
"Dirty cheap slut," I said. "What kind of a cheap whore lets herself get ass fucked in the middle of an art gallery? Whore! Slut!"
I slapped her ass then began to fuck her, jerking my prick back and forth in her anus as I reached below and squeezed her pussy. She mewled in pleasure and pain, then started gurgling in ecstasy as I roughly rubbed her clitty and cunt slit.
Her asshole spasmed and shook around my pumping cock, and she began to jerk and shake her ass around as she rolled her head on the carpet.
"Slut! Cheap tramp!" I hissed. "Getting off on getting sodomized! What a round heeled whore!" Her body was wracked by convulsions, and it was hard keeping ahold of her as I drove my cock up her ass with furious strokes. I rammed my cock into her and came, blowing massive wads of juice up her tail as she whimpered and groaned and grunted in dazed sexual delirium.
I laid my hands on her ass for support, trying to catch my breath, and heard voices nearby. I jerked my cock out of her and stood up, then looked over the rail to see two old women making their way up the ramp.
"Shit!" I hissed.
I darted over to where Jessica had left her clothes and scooped them up, then ran back to her. I forgot her boots, though, and had to race back and get them out from under the bench. I dumped them on the floor next to her, then quickly pulled my dick in and zipped up.
She was just getting to her feet, and I grabbed the clothes again, then dragged her by the arm around the comer just as the women emerged on the floor. I peered around the comer to see which direction they'd go, and as luck would have it they were headed for us. I turned my head then and saw about twenty school age kids coming up the ramp, with the guard trailing after.
"Oh, great," I sighed.
I pulled the still dazed Jessica back around the comer and down another aisle as the first of the kids raced onto the floor. In desperation I looked around and saw a kind of weird display that was behind a rope.
It was supposed to be the inside of one of those boats people came over from Europe on a couple of hundred years ago, where they were crowded cheek to cheek in the dark. There were bunks in the display, and mannequins of tired, sick looking people all crowded together. In front of this was a big flashy Hollywood sign and a neon sign for hemorrhoid relief.
"Untie me," Jessica hissed, hearing the people approaching.
"No, time!" I said.
I lifted Jessica over the rope and shoved her into one of the bunks next to one of the mannequins, then covered her with one of the rough blankets. I shoved her clothes in under another blanket and stepped out just as the first of the kids came tumbling past.
Since it was an interesting display most of them stopped to look at it, and I leaned against a wall opposite hoping none of the little buggers, including the ones reaching in to touch the mannequins, would pull the blanket aside.
Thankfully none did, but the group was up here for what seemed like twenty minutes before the last of them wandered down the ramp again. The guard followed, and I went back to the display to let Jessica out.
"Jessie? You still there?" I whispered.
"Of course I'm still here!" her voice hissed.
She shifted under the blankets just as the two old women appeared.
"Don't move," I hissed, then moved quickly away.
I moved around the comer and waited impatiently for the old ladies to look,, then leave. They seemed to be more interested in the display than the kids had been.
"Absolutely disgraceful!" I heard one say. "Disgusting!" the other agreed.
"I don't care if it's supposed to be modem art," the first sniffed. "I'm going to complain."
"Well, I agree completely. My goodness, to show something like that with children around!"
I had no idea what they were talking about until they stomped away and I hurried back. There among the blankets and life-like mannequins, was Jessica's ass sticking out in plane view, soft, bare pussy quite visible between her legs.
"Oh shit!" I said, jumping over the rope and pulling the blanket back.
" "I think I gave them a thrill," Jessica grinned.
"I'll bet. You'll give the guard a thrill too if you don't hurry."
I pulled her out of the display and set her on her feet, then turned her around and untied the scarf. We dug her clothes out and she rapidly dressed. We hurried around the comer as the ladies returned with a guard, and then darted down the ramp while they were going to the display.
We emerged on the lower floor, and I wanted to take off right away, but of course she headed straight for the bathroom to brush her hair and fix her makeup. That was Jessie, total slut when having sex, but terribly aware of her dignity at any other time. I shrugged and went to the men's room to clean off my dick and comb my own hair, then came back and waited.
I was waiting outside for her when the door opened and to my shocked surprise she appeared and waved me in. She was naked again, and I felt my heart give a lurch. Oh no, not again, I thought as I quickly rushed forward.
"Are you crazy!?" I hissed as die door closed behind me and she dragged me into the bathroom. She pulled me into one of die stalls and closed die door.
"Sit down," she ordered.
I sat. She immediately straddled me and settled herself in my lap, her arms going around me. She kissed me, her lips soft and passionate, in no hurry at all. She raised her legs off the floor and brought diem around me as much as she could. The toilet had no tank to obstruct them, but it was right Against the wall so there wasn't much room.
Our tongues moved together, first in her mouth, then mine, then hers again. I slid my hands up and down her back and then squeezed her ass cheeks as die leaned forward to press her breasts into my face. I sucked on a nipple as her hands reached down and unzipped my fly.
She opened my pants and pulled my cock out, then began squeezing and stroking it as I sucked her nipples. She pulled it up against her cunt and rubbed the head back and forth against her cunt slit, sighing softly, letting her head roll as she used my cockhead to stroke her clitty.
Well, it didn't take much of that to get me hard again, but she was still in no hurry to get aboard.
Then the door opened and someone walked in. Jessie pulled my cockhead against her slit, then leaned way back, almost laying along my upper legs as she tried to position her slit without putting her bare feet down on the floor again.
She pushed the cockhead into her hole and then straightened, sliding forward and down to take it up into her belly. Her eyes fluttered and she gripped my shoulders, then began to slowly ride up and down on my stiff cock.
I held her ass and helped her movements while I sucked and licked and chewed on her nipples. She moved faster and faster, especially when more people came into the toilet and started talking.
She leaned back, her hands on my knees now to support herself as she rocked and ground and humped her cunt against me. Her eyes were sparkling and filled with lust and excitement as she worked her cunt over my stiff pole.
She came then, lurching forward to bury her mouth in the nape of my neck. She shuddered and jerked and moaned into me as she rode furiously on my tool. I jerked her up and down as her body went nearly limp, and then I came too, spewing my white juice inside her.
Wt had to wait for what seemed like half an hour before she could get her clothes off the hooks and dress, then sneak out and make sure the coast was clear for me.
Like I said, the girl was a tenacious, irresistible sex machine.
Wt ate a late lunch afterwards, and die way she sat and acted, die dainty way she sipped wine and the graceful way she moved made it almost impossible to imagine how she'd been half an hour earlier, rolling naked on a carpet and jerking off with a dildo.
"You know what I want?" she said softly. "I couldn't begin to imagine."
"I want a whole herd of guys to fuck me."
"You mean a gang bang?"
She smiled softly.
"Well, that won't be too hard to change."
"I want ... twenty, no, thirty!!"
I laughed. "You think you can ... of course you can."
"It won't be the first," she smiled.
"No, but the last one I did was only ten guys."
"I want thirty, or more, and I want them all together in a crowd around me. I want some blacks too, and I want them all big."
"You mean the blacks?"
"Everyone. I want big, huge, muscle-bound guys. "
"I thought you meant big cocks."
"I don't expect you to be able to tell which guys have big dicks and which don't," she smiled. "You could go to a gym and pull guys pants down, but I don't recommend it."
"I wouldn't do it either, not even for you."
"Where would you like to have this little ... get together?" I asked.
"You find a place, a park, a motel room, I don't care, just so it has a king sized bed. And make sure you get these guys to understand, no rough stuff."
"You want a soft and gentle gang bang?" I blinked. "Don't be stupid, " she snorted. "I'm not expecting romance and candy. I just don't want anyone trying to slap me around or anything."
"You mean you don't want to be tied spreadeagled to the bed like the last time?"
"No, not this time. I'm not going to play victim. I'm going to be cat woman stalking a herd of cock."
I sniggered and she glowered at me.
"I uh, don't think anyone would want to slap a pretty thing like you around anyway," I smiled.
"They won't be seeing pretty little me," she said. "I'm going to wear a leather mask."
"None of these guys will know you," I said.
"I know, but I don't want to risk one of them spotting me next month or something."
"Okay," I shrugged. "Long as the rest of you is bare they won't much care."
"Men are all such sluts," she said.
"Yes, aren't we."
I glanced around, then slid a hand below the table and into her lap. She glanced sharply at me, but said nothing as I pulled her skirt slowly up over her knees, then eased my hand in under it.
She continued eating then as my fingers crawled up her thighs. She spread her legs apart and my fingers eased in against her pussy mound, then began stroking up and down over her clitty. She couldn't carry on eating for long, and put the utensils down to grip the table.
She started twitching and jerking as I eased two fingers into her slit and pressed my thumb down on her clitoris, then began to grind her hot little fuck button between my thumb and forefinger. She whimpered lightly, then shook in orgasmic pleasure, fingers white as she clutched the table for support.
It was an expensive restaurant, and the tablecloth covered us neatly, but as I glanced past her I saw two businessmen seated at the table across from us watching. They were looking at Jessica with excited eyes and open mouths, watching her shaking and trembling as she clutched the table.
They saw me and one winked, while the other smiled broadly and gave me a thumbs up sign. I grinned back and raised my glass in salute.
As the men watched then I reached down to the table and pulled up a small carrot. I showed it to them, then took my hand out of Jessie's cunt long enough to grab it. They watched intently as Jessie gasped and jerked, and they knew I'd shoved the carrot up her snatch.
I thumbed her clitty again, rubbing steadily as she again began to shake and whimper.
"Da ... daa ... aviiiiid," she croaked.
"Let's see you come again," I whispered.
"S ... stop," she gasped.
"There are two men at the next table watching us, and they know exactly what I'm doing."
She jerked in shock, then shivered. She opened her eyes and turned her head, looking at the two men as I fingered her slit faster and faster. Then, staring them full in the face, she came. She closed her eyes and groaned as she began to hump and grind her pussy against my fingers.
I looked around the restaurant, but nobody else was watching as she jerked and moaned and panted in sexual bliss.
She straightened in her seat and opened her eyes a little, letting her head fall back.
"God," she whispered.
CHAPTER ONE
I pulled the carrot out of her pussy and raised it above the table again, then bit it as the two men watched.
After she'd recovered we paid the bill and stood up. The two businessmen quickly paid their bill and followed.
"Those two guys are following us," I whispered.
"I know, I told them to."
"You did? When?"
"I ... signalled," she said in a smug, but excited voice.
"Don't you ever get enough?" I sighed.
"Never," she said fiercely.
We went out the door, then Jessica led the way down the street. The two guys followed not far behind.
"Here," she said, turning into a narrow alley. I shrugged and followed.
We went down the alley about fifty feet and went around a big garbage container, then stopped. There was a fire escape above us, and a closed wooden door against the wall.
"Pull the ladder down," she whispered.
"What? The fire escape ladder?"
"Yes!"
"Don't tell me we're going up to the roof for this."
I jumped up and caught the lower rung of the ladder, then pulled it down to the ground just as the two men came around the comer. Eyes wild, Jessica turned quickly and placed her back against the metal ladder.
"Who's first?" she smiled lewdly.
The two guys glanced at each other, then one stepped forward awkwardly. He licked his lips nervously as he looked around. Jessica opened her jacket, then unbuttoned her shirt and revealed her bare breasts.
I heard a harsh intake of breath from the guy, then his hands slid onto her breasts and started squeezing them. She pulled his head down and mashed her lips against him as he pushed his body against her.
I looked at the other guy and he looked at me.
I shrugged.
We turned back to watch as the guy jerked Jessie's skirt up and she undid his pants. She raised a leg and curled it around him as he thrust into her. Then he grabbed her soft bare ass and humped rapidly, thrusting his cock high into her crack as they kissed harshly and deeply.
She groaned and grunted and her eyes rolled in pleasure as his hard cock stabbed up into her slit again and again, and his body crushed her back against the ladder. His hands dug into her ass flesh as he jerked her against him, and he too grunted with exertion as he fucked up into her.
She let out a warbling cry of pleasure and her head jerked back again and again as she jammed her cunt on his pumping fuck pole. She shook and jerked under the heavy impact of his body, her eyes closed, mouth open as she rode his prick.
Then he halted, breathing hard. He stood pressed against her for a long moment, then pulled back, his softening cock sliding out of her bare crack. He moved back and the other guy rushed forward.
Jessica reached high above her and grasped the rungs of the ladder, then lifted herself off the ground, spreading her legs as the guy gripped her ass and jerked her skirt up. His cock slid neatly into her crack and he started fucking.
She curled her legs around him as she continued to hang on to the ladder above her. His hands held her ass ad jerked it back to meet each hard thrust, doubling the impact of his thighs against her soft crotch. In less than a minute she was grunting and moaning again, and in two she was coming.
I could only watch in something like jealousy as she rode another orgasm into the sky, trying to count how many she'd had this afternoon ... something going on ten I think.
He finished with her and her legs dropped aside, and then the two men moved quickly away.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I let Sara stew over the weekend. By Monday I figured the impassioned, would-be social activist had a pussy like a blast furnace and was about ready to rape some guy.
That was the way it was, you see. If their first time was perfect, filled with passion and pleasure, and lacking in guilt, they wanted to fuck again right away. The longer you put them off the hotter they got.
I wanted her hot.
I don't think she'll ever be quite as wild as Jessica, but she sure had potential, and I didn't want to spoil it. Monday at school she kept giving me these passionate, seductive looks, and I returned them wherever possible.
I recruited a half dozen individuals from the football team for Jessica's gang bang, and made sure nobody was talking about Laurie or Erin's hot Friday night.
Laurie wanted to get together that night, but I put her off.
At lunch I put my arm around Sara's waist and led her outside.
"Where are we going?" she asked excitedly.
"I thought we'd go to my place," I said. "Both my parents work, you know."
"But ... I have classes this afternoon!"
"So?"
"But ... I just ... I can't miss class!"
"You're an A student, Sara. You can miss one afternoon."
"I never have!"
"That was before, when you were a little girl. Now you're a hot, seductive, sexy woman, and I've got a bubble bath and champagne waiting."
"Oh God, really? Oh God!"
"Rather be in Math?"
"Of course not but ... ohhhhh. I've never skipped classes before!"
"You've gotta try everything once, remember? Come on."
"Maybe we can finish and be back in time," she said as I sat her in the passenger sat of my Jeep.
"If you want to come back, I promise I'll take you," I said.
But I doubt you will, I thought smugly.
She was dressed for school, long dress pants, white sweater, and pink shirt ... the preppy look, basically. Her hair was pulled back in a loose pony tail again, but still hung halfway down her back. She looked nervous, anxious, and a little embarrassed, but also filled with anticipation.
"Open the glove compartment," I said.
She opened it and took out the envelope, then her eyes went wide as she saw herself naked in all those poses.
"I forgot all about these!" she gasped.
"Pretty sexy, huh?"
"Oh my God!"
"Think I should send them to Playboy?"
"Don't you dare! Oh God, if my mother ever saw these!"
"Well, don't worry, she won't."
"You were only supposed to develop the ones I wanted," she said accusingly.
"I thought you'd like to see yourself in these. Keep them. Who knows, maybe in thirty or forty years you'll want to remember how hot and sexy you were in high school."
"If my parents found these I'd never live that long," she gasped, flipping from one picture to the other.
She went silent for a few minutes as she flipped through them, though she shook her head occasionally and groaned. Her face was red but I couldn't tell if she was embarrassed, hot, or both. Probably both.
I pulled into the garage, then waited for the door to slowly close behind me. Sara stopped looking at the pictures as the light slowly faded. She put them back in the envelope as I turned the car off, then turned on the battery.
I flicked on the lights and turned to her, then slid my hand behind her head and pulled her over towards me. I kissed her softly, then more heavily, half turning on my seat as I pulled her head gently back to thrust her breasts out.
"Da ... Da..viiiiid," she moaned.
"Hot and sexy," I whispered. "You're a raw, wild, carnal sexual creature."
She moaned, and I slid my other hand in between her legs, squeezing her crotch. She gasped and her legs automatically started to close, but then she spared them again.
I slid my hand up and undid the catch of her pants, then slowly lowered the zipper. She started kissing back tentatively, then gasped as my hand slid down into her pants, into her panties. I cupped her pussy in the palm of my hand as she drew her legs further apart.
Then I started to finger her clitty. I stroked my finger rapidly up and down against it, then back and forth. I slid a finger up into her snatch and thumbed her hot little button some more.
She started squirming and moaning in sexual pleasure.
I halted, pulling my hand free, then let go of her hair and peeled her sweater up and off. She was wild eyed and her breathing was ragged. She helped jerk the sweater off, then began to undo her shirt, but then I grabbed her and pulled her over onto my side, dragging her across by the arm so she was sprawled forward across my lap.
"This is the greatest ass I've ever seen in my life," I said, looking down at it.
I squeezed her ass, then slid my hand in between her thighs and squeezed her pussy. I jerked her pants down, taking her panties with them, until they were bunched around her thighs. Again I admired her round buttocks, then slid a finger in between her thighs and started squeezing and rubbing her slit, Soon she was grunting and moaning, her ass jerking and humping against me as I stroked her slit. I caressed and stroked her soft, supple ass flesh with my other hand as I jerked her off, glorying in the mere sight and touch of such perfection.
I stopped stroking her when her gasps became too emotional, too filled with turmoil, and her movements became too excited, too aroused. I lifted her in my arms and got out of the car, then set her down on her rubbery legs next to it.
"Daaaviiiid," she moaned, looking at me desperately.
I tugged her panties, then her pants up as she stood there on wobbly legs. I tucked her shirt in and then zipped her up and fastened her pants together.
"Well now," I smiled. "Let's go and play chess."
"You bastard!" she laughed in outraged disbelief.
"You wanted something else?" I asked in puzzlement.
"Yes," she said, face flushed.
"What would that be?"
"You know!" she cried.
"Tell me."
"Daaaviiiid!" she moaned.
"Tell me what you want."
"I ... I want ... I want to make love," she gulped.
"Do you now?"
"Davviiiid! Stop teasing me!"
"But I like teasing you," I grinned.
I grabbed the front of her shirt and pulled her up and forward, lifting her onto her toes.
"Tell me you want my cock," I breathed.
"I ... I ... I do," she gulped.
"No, no, no," I smiled. "Tell me you want my cock."
"I ... I want ... I want your cock," she said, face turning beet red.
"Where? Where do you want it?"
"I ... I want ... Inside me," she gasped, eyes wide.
"I want it inside me."
"Say it."
"I want your ... I want your cock inside me!" she groaned.
"Say ... I want to be mounted," I taunted.
"Oh Daaviiid!"
"Say it."
"I ... want to be mounted," she panted.
"Do you want me to fuck you?"
Again her face darkened.
"Yes," she said in a soft, anguished voice.
"Say it."
"Fuck me. Fuck meee!" she moaned. "I want you to fuck me!"
I let go of her shirt, then kissed her throat softly. My fingers went to the top button and I undid it, then eased my mouth in and licked and sucked on the exposed flesh.
I undid the next button, again leaning forward and kissing the revealed flesh very softly, my tongue trailing lightly. I let my tongue slide upwards then to her throat, then pulled back and undid the third button. Again I eased my' lips in and kissed the exposed skin, sliding my tongue around in a slow circle.
I undid the next button, then the next, sliding my tongue up and down the center of her chest, then eased down to my knees before her and licked a slow trail down her belly. I tongued her belly button, then opened the shirt all the way, pulling it out of her pants. I slid my hands up her body and onto her shoulders as I stood, easing the shirt off and letting it slide down her limp arms and fall to the floor.
Her chest was heaving excitedly as I slid my fingers along die bottom of her purple bra. I kissed her chest between the cups, just above the elastic, then stroked the underside of her round mammaries as I licked the upper curves of her swollen breasts just above the half cups.
I slid my arms around her and unclipped her bra, then gently pulled it forward and down over her shoulders. She blushed as her breasts were bared, but I said nothing as my hands cupped them gently, then stroked the undersides with a light touch.
I bent then, dropping to my knees. I stroked her hips as I tongued her belly button, then I slowly undid the catch on her pants. I slowly pulled her zipper down, then gripped the waistband of her pants and tugged them down, even more slowly, revealing her smooth, flat lower belly, then her purple string bikini panties.
I eased tire pants down her legs and she stepped awkwardly out of them, then I straightened and licked along her belly just above the waistband of her panties. I licked her inner thighs then, and stroked her hips and flanks with my hands.
Finally I eased my fingers into the sides and tugged her panties slowly, slowly down to reveal her sparkling wet, golden furred pussy crack.
She was trembling by this time, and almost fell over as I slipped her panties off. While I was bent over I untied her shoes one by one, then lifted her feet, one at a time again of course, and eased her shoes off, kissing her foot and licking her ankles lightly.
I straightened, still on my knees, and stared into her cunt. She looked down at me, holding her breath it seemed. I slid my hands up and down her ass, then pushed my face into her cunt and started rubbed my lips up and down against hers.
She let out a long groan of pleasure and gripped my head, pulling my face into her snatch, but I wouldn't lick it. I only kissed it a little, then pulled back and stood up.
I reached into the car and turned on the stereo, getting a fast number.
"Go stand in front of the car."
"Wha ... wh ... whaaat?" she croaked.
"I want to see you dance."
She stared at me in open mouthed shock, her body flushed with heat, her thighs instinctively squeezing together as the bubbling lust in her pussy threatened to boil over.
"Why?" she whined.
"Just do it," I said.
She gave me another anguished look, then scurried over on bare feet and stood in front of the car.
I turned on the brights and she held her hands over her eyes, squinting at me from under them. "Daaviiid," she said in protest.
"Dance," I called. "Dance for me, slutty girl. Show me what you got."
She stood there stricken for a moment.
"I caaaan't," she moaned.
"You know how to dance, Sara."
"Yes but...."
"Then dance."
"But ... but ... I'm ... naked! "
"I know," I laughed.
She hesitated, then started dancing. She was awkward and uncertain at first, but before long she stated to really get into it. Her movements became more fluid, more graceful, and she started playing to her audience, me. She rolled her head and swung her hips and humped teasingly against me. She slid her hands up and down her tall, slender frame, stroking and caressing her perfect skin.
Then she turned and showed me her ass, wiggling and shaking and humping it at me as she bent slightly forward. She put her hands against the far wall and shook her ass, knowing how much I admired it. She spread her legs and bent forward, swinging those round cheeks from side to side.
I turned off the stereo and got out of the car. She turned around and stared blindly past the lights. I picked up a baseball bat as I passed it, purely on inspiration, and held it out before me as I approached.
She looked at it in confusion, backing against the wall. I suddenly jabbed it forward, hitting the wall between her legs with the head of the bat, then pressing it upwards into her soft, puffy cunt pad. She automatically reached down and gripped the bat as I held it against her cunt.
She stared down at it, then at me. Her eyes were wide as I began to rub the thing back and forth against her cunt pad, slipping it through her weak fingers.
"Wha ... wh....oohhhhh," she gasped. "Uuuuh-hhlingghh!"
She grasped the bat tighter and pulled it up against her cunt, then instinctively began to rub herself against it, sliding her soft, wet pussy back and forth over the front of the bat, gasping and moaning in heat as it ground against her clitty and cunt pad.
She rode it faster and faster, her little cunt pad sliding back and forth over the wood as she whimpered and groaned and gasped in pleasure. Then her head jerked back and her back arched and she rode the thing like a real whore, jamming her pussy down on it for all she was worth.
She sagged then, her chest heaving. She let go of the bat and I pulled it away, tossing it in a comer. Then I put my arm around her waist and brought her into the house.
I sat her on the couch to recover, then hurried upstairs and poured bubble bath into the tub. I turned on the water and hurried back downstairs to her.
With the heat of sex eased she was starting to feel embarrassed at her nudity, but I eased her back into the couch and got her some champagne. She'd never had any, and held it awkwardly in her hands as we sat together on the couch.
I struck up a totally innocuous conversation having to do with seals and dolphins, wanting her to get used to her nudity and not be embarrassed about it. She slowly began to relax, and her discomfort turned to a kind of suggestive posing as she began to taunt me with her nudity.
"Dirty girl," I teased.
"Dirty boy," she taunted back.
I smiled, then picked up the bottle and glasses in one hand, and took her arm in the other. I led her up the stairs and into the bathroom, where she licked her lips in anticipation at the sight of the bubble bath. She tested the water with her toes, then lowered the temperature a little.
I slipped my hand between her thighs as she was bent over and gave her cunt a squeeze. She gasped and straightened, but didn't pull away.
I slipped my hand out again and she smiled and stuck her tongue out at me.
I set down the bottle and glasses, then stood there with my arms folded.
"Take off my clothes," I said softly.
Her eyes lit up and she started forward immediately. She started to rapidly unbutton my shirt, but I stopped her. "No, no, remember the way I undid your shirt," I said. "Do it like that," I whispered.
She eagerly, very eagerly began to undo my buttons in the same way I'd done hers earlier. She was a bit fast, and far more ... ah, eager for it to be really seductive, but she had the idea anyway.
These are the little things they get off on, see?
I know it doesn't seem like much, but to them it's almost everything. It really puts them in the mood.
Wasn't too bad for me, neither.
When Sara pulled down my underwear her two eyes came face to face with my one eye, and her eyes got bigger and wider, even if mine didn't.
She hesitated, then pressed her face into my groin like I had in hers, rubbing it from side to side against my flaccid prick. I reached down and took my cock in my hand, then rubbed it across her face. She froze at first, then closed her eyes and trembled as I caressed her forehead and cheeks and lips with my rapidly hardening prick.
I reached down and took her by the hand, then, and lifted her to her feet. I pulled her against me and we kissed as my hands squeezed and kneaded her perfect round ass cheeks.
I led her to the tub then and we stepped into it and slowly sat down into the hot, bubble filled water. She giggled a little as we settled into the mass of bubbles, but then we sat back, side by side, my arm over her shoulders.
I had her lay her head back across my arm and told her to relax, then I slowly ran my other hand up and down her slippery, wet, soapy body, just ... just Riding, you know, appreciating the form and texture and contours of her supple young body.
I ran my hand over her belly, and over those round wet breasts. I loved that, loved feeling those hard pink nipples against my palm as my hand moved across the center of her tits.
She just sighed in pleasure.
But then my hand slid down between her thighs and started squeezing and rubbing against her pubic mound. She started to groan and started to raise her head up. I pushed it back, liking the way her back was arched and breasts stuck out.
I continued to rub my fingers up and down her slit as she started to shake and twitch and hump against my hand. She whined and groaned, her head rolling from side to side as the sexual energy rippled up and down her body.
Then I stopped. I lifted her head forward and kissed her again, sliding my other hand up over her breasts again. I slowly stood up, then lifted her up. Water dripped off her naked flesh and soap bubbles clung to her chest and belly.
I rubbed my hand over her, then reached down and picked up a bar of soap. I soaped up my brands real good as she stood there in anticipation, then began to soap her up. I started with her shoulders, then worked my way down over her chest, avoiding her breasts, then down her belly, her legs, then up her back.
Then I started in on her breasts, soaping them up thoroughly, my hands moving firmly, but slowly across the round melons. I saved her pussy and ass for last, of course. I stood next to her, my belly pressed into her arm as I ran one hand up and down her ass and the other over her pussy.
My left hand slid up and down the crack of her ass while the right slid up and down against her groin, and they joined together under her, at her pussy. I linked the fingers of both hands together and pulled upwards, mashing her pussy, actually lifting her briefly off the floor of the tub.
I mashed the soap into her, my hands moving all over her ass and crotch, then sliding up and down her belly and chest and back again, until she was absolutely layered in soap.
I put the soap down then and moved back a little. She turned and stared at me excitedly, then raised her own hands and caressed her slick soapy body. I sat back in the water and slid under to the shoulders, soaking myself again.
See, she had started drying out, at least her skin had, and the soap was starting to be less than slippery, more sticky than I wanted. What it wanted was more water.
I stood up then, showering water down, and pulled her in against me, hugging her and mashing my lips against her. Our bodies rubbed together, hers all soapy, mine all wet. Instantly her soap became slippery and slick and rubbed against me.
I stroked her slippery ass and she groaned in pleasure, loving the feel of our slick, slippery bodies rubbing together.
"Are you a hot, dirty little slut?" I breathed.
She groaned in reply.
"Tell me," I breathed. "Tell me how hot you are. Tell me how sexy you are."
"Fuck me," she panted.
"Oh ho," I laughed-"Now what kind of thing is that to say?"
I pushed her back against the tiled walls and stroked her soft slick body, then my hand slid in between her thighs and cupped her pussy. She closed her eyes and lay her head back against the wall, hands at her sides as I dug my fingers into her pussy flesh and started to rub and stroke her clitty. "I'm ... I'm a slutty girl," she panted. "I am."
"Hot, wild, slutty, sexy girl," I grinned.
"I'm ... hot and ... and sexy....and slutty," she gulped excitedly. "Fuck me, David! Stick your cock in me and fuck me!"
I continued rubbing her pussy and she reached down and gripped my wrist, closing her eyes as she arched her back and started hump against me. She moaned low in her throat, riding my hand like she had the baseball bat, rolling her head slowly against the tiled wall.
I pulled her into the comer and lifted her left leg up, then pressed my cock against her slit. I eased her other leg wider as she opened her eyes, then thrust up into her, smashing her ass back as I drove my hard prong deep into her belly.
She let out a grunt of pleasure and curled her leg around me as I started fucking into her. My cock was as soapy as her body and it was sliding fast and furiously in her tight, warm, moist cunt sheath.
She was getting more and more excited, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps, the air puffing out of her as she mewled and groaned in pleasure.
I pulled out and jerked her forward, then turned her into the wall, pressing her face and breasts into the cold tiles. I pulled her legs wide and she stuck her ass out invitingly, still panting, now moaning and begging me to stick my cock in her.
I pressed my cock against her slippery ass and slid my right hand around her. I cupped her pussy and then thrust a finger up inside. I squeezed her ass with my other hand, then slid a finger against her asshole and prodded her there. She moaned, and I slowly forced my soapy finger up her asshole.
"D ... D ... Daviiiiid," she moaned in confusion.
"Hot, slutty, sexy, tramp," I breathed in her ear. "You're a wild, raw, carnal sexual animal!"
I pumped my finger in and out of her ass, then pulled it free and pushed my cockhead against it. I took it slow, but there wasn't much resistance. She groaned, but made no effort to resist, and her asshole accepted my cock with relative ease.
In less than a minute of rocking and grinding, I had it buried in her ass pipe. I just stood there and groaned in pleasure, feeling her insides squeezing down on my prick, feeling the heat of her belly with my cockhead. I was way up inside her, and didn't know anywhere in the world I'd rather be just then.
I was up her ass all the way to the balls
CHAPTER EIGHT
She trembled against the wall, and as I pressed my body against her I could feel her heart fluttering like a hummingbird.
"Da ... david?" she gasped.
"Feel it, baby?" I sighed. "It's waaaaaayyy up in your belly."
"Ohhhh! Oohhh! Wha ... what are you doooinnng?"
"I'm ... I'm gonna fuck you in the ass," I sighed.
She shuddered and her hands rose, pressing against the wall.
"Sara, baby," I said with a huge sigh, "you have the best, tightest, most glorious ass I've ever seen. It would be a crime not to fuck it."
"But ... but that's ... that's...."
"Wonderful," I groaned.
"It ... feels ... strange."
"Not to me, baby. To me it feels glorious."
I slid my hands around her and cupped her breasts, then ground my pelvis into her soft ass, twisting my cock around in the depths of her soft, warm belly. She gasped as she felt it moving around, and her foot slipped on the bottom of the tub.
"Sara, honey," I gasped. "There isn't a man you've ever met who hasn't wanted to do this. There isn't a guy who's seen this ... fantastic ASS of yours ... and hasn't wanted to drive his cock up it all the way to the balls."
"Oh man!" I groaned, squeezing her breasts and sliding an inch of cock back out of her tail. She gasped, and I slid my hands off her breasts, sliding them down to her crotch. I fingered her slit and rubbed her clitty as I slowly, slowly began to pump my cock in her rectum.
"Relax," I sighed. "Just relax your muscles and everything will be fine."
I continued to fuck my cock into her ass, using longer strokes now but keeping it slow. She kept herself pressed against the wall and just trembled and groaned as I fucked her ass.
I took my hands out and gripped her own hands tightly. I squeezed her fingers in mine, then raised them high and wide, pressing her hands flat against the tiles above her head. I moved my pelvis faster and faster, my soapy cock making wet, slurpy noises now as it thrust up into her.
She grunted each time my cock pushed up into her, and-made strange, gurgling noises ass she stood pressed against the tiles, then she caught her breath briefly and said a single word.
"Ha..harder!" she gasped.
It startled me, but I sure as hell wasn't going to protest. I immediately picked up the pace, thrusting into her harder and harder, stabbing my cock up into her tight asshole as she grunted and moaned.
"Haa ... harder! Harder! " she groaned desperately.
Elated at her response I rammed my cock up her wildly, thrusting it up into her guts so hard and fast that it almost lifted her off the tub floor, forcing her up to her toes each time my cock drove into her belly. She jerked and shuddered and her then drove her ass back against my pumping prong with hard, fast humping motions.
She grunted ... furiously and continuously as my cock pounded up into her ass hole. I was butt fucking the hot little bitch as hard and fast as I could and she was coming like gang "busters.
It was too much for me, and as her tight little ass spasmed and shook around my cock I blasted my load deep into her guts, cursing in elation, then biting down on the side of her neck and sucking fiercely as my juice flooded her rectum. I lay pressed against her for almost a full minute. We both recovered out breath, then I slowly slipped out of her and we eased back
into the tub, groaning tiredly. We kissed and I stroked her body lightly under the water as we relaxed.
"I ... can't ... believe it," she said with a groan. "I can't believe I let a man ... fu ... fuck me in the ... in the behind."
"It's called butt-fucking," I said mildly.
"Butt fucking," she said wonderingly. "You butt-fucked me. You sodomized me!"
"Yup."
She was quiet for a minute.
"What you said ... when you were ... Is that true?"
"You haw a fantastic ass. It's so round and firm and high and sticks out there behind you ... Jesus, girl, you walking along in a pair of tight pants it's like you're jerking every guy on the street around by the eyeballs."
She smiled weakly.
"It didn't hurt, did it?" I asked.
Again she was silent for a long minute.
"I ... liked it," she whispered.
"You did?" I laughed.
She turned her head slowly and looked at me with a strange expression on her face.
"I really liked it," she said. "I ... loved it."
"How about that?" I grinned.
"I felt so ... wicked,'" she said. "I felt like a really ... nasty ... sexy ... slutty girl. "
"Well...."
"Do it to me again?" she begged.
I stared at her like I was going crazy.
"Are you for real?"
She blushed, then smiled shyly and nodded her face.
"No problem," I laughed.
She put her arms around me and we slid our lips together, our tongues dancing and sliding over one another as we slid lower in the water. I eased my hand in between her legs and" cupped her pubic mound, squeezing it lightly.
Then I pulled down the shower massage and turned it on. Water gushed out of it and I pushed the thing under the water and in against her crotch. She gasped and laughed, but opened her legs and raised her knees as the water churned around her belly.
"How's that feel?" I asked, stroking her hair.
"Niiiiice," she sighed.
I kept it there, moving it in and out a little, moving it in circles. I pulled it upwards out of the water and sprayed it over her breasts, rinsing all the soap off, then eased it down between her legs again. I bent over and started licking all across her glistening round orbs, then fastened my lips around her left nipple and sucked.
She sighed in pleasure and laid her head back across the top of the tub.
After a minute I turned off the shower massage and stood Up, then reached down and helped her to her feet. We stepped out of the tub and I, like a gentleman, naturally grabbed a big fluffy towel and slid it around her, then helped dry her off.
Again, one of those little things they like. Hell, it ain't much of an effort drying off a cute naked girl anyway.
I dried myself quickly as she used the blow dryer on her hair, the let the water out of the tub and carried the champagne into my bedroom. I went back for her, making her put the blow dryer away, telling her she was already too beautiful as it was.
We went back to my bedroom and she sat on the edge of the bed anxiously.
"Why don't you lie down on your stomach?" I suggested.
She gulped, then nodded, face flushed again. She turned and crawled into the bed and lay down, spread-eagling herself.
I picked up a small jar of lubricating jelly, then crawled in between her legs and gazed down at that round ass of hers. I scooped out a small wad and pressed my finger against her asshole, then slowly wormed it down inside and pumped it in and out. I pulled it free and scooped out a bit more, then pressed it into her again, sliding it in all the way to the knuckle. I twisted it slowly around inside her, pressing it against the sides of her ass tube, then pumped it slowly in and out as my other hand stroked and squeezed her soft ass flesh.
I pulled the linger out and scooped out more lubricant, then slowly forced two fingers up her ass.
She clutched the sheets in her lingers and her ass jerked up a little as I pushed the two lingers down to the knuckles, but she made no sounds other than soft sighs of pleasure.
I pumped the lingers up and down slowly, then added a third. I slid my other hand down below and cupped her pussy mound, then stroked her slit with my lingers. That gave me an idea for vastly increasing the pleasure she would get from the ass fucking.
I pumped my lingers down her asshole for a minute, then pulled them out and stood up. I hurried across to my closet and pulled out a box in the bottom, then took a vibrator from it. I rushed back to the bed and knelt between her legs, then slowly screwed my lingers down into her asshole again.
I probed from side to side within her ass while I turned on the vibrator and slowly pushed it up her snatch.
"Oh!" she gasped, raising her head and looking back. "What's that?!"
"That's a vibrator, baby," I said. "You'll see how nice it feels soon."
I pushed it deep into her cunt tube, twisting it from side to side as I forced it all the way in to her cervix. She groaned but laid her head down again and clutched the blankets above her head as I fucked it in and out.
"Okay, slutty girl," I said. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you ... I want you to ... fuck me in the ass," she gasped.
"Say it louder."
"Fuck my ass," she groaned. "Put your ... fuck me in the ass with your cock! I want ... to be butt fucked."
"Beg for it," I teased.
"Please fuck me in the ass," she groaned. "Please ... sodomize me."
I was squeezing my already hard cock already, and now slid a little lubricant around the head, then pressed it against her anus. I slowly pushed it down inside her, feeling her ass opening close around my cockhead. I shoved the vibrator deep, then placed both hands on her perfect ass and slowly pushed my cock deeper.
She whimpered and groaned, and her legs jerked a little wider. I felt the pressure of her asshole as it clamped down on my hard-on, and halted, waiting for it to ease. After a few seconds it did, and I slid my boner deeper. Again her ass clamped down, and again I waited.
I slowly drove it deeper, then pulled back and slid it forward again.
"Oh God!" she gasped. "Oh! Do it! Fuck me! Now! Now!"
I thrust my cock deep into her anal opening as she started humping up against me with desperate energy. I rammed my cock up her tail pipe to the hilt and started rutting into her faster than I normally would have. My cock sliced back and forth in her spasming, shacking ass tube as she whined and grunted and smashed her face down repeatedly against the pillow.
Her ass bucked up at me again and again as I spiked my cock down into her belly, and her insides shook and roiled around my pistoning cock.
Then she went limp with a groan of relief. I eased up, then buried my cock in her ass and let my weight come down on her back. I kissed the side of her throat and her cheek as I slowly ground my hips into her round ass flesh and twisted my cock inside her.
"Like that, baby?" I smiled.
"Yessssss," she groaned.
"More coming up," I grinned.
"Wait!" she gasped. "Wait ... take that ... take that thing out! I can't ... concentrate!"
"The vibrator?"
"Yes! Just for a minute!"
I reached down and gripped the base of the buzzing toy, then slowly pulled it out of her snatch.
"God!" she gasped.
I turned it off and she raised her head, looking around. I eased off her and knelt between her legs, my cock still buried in her ass.
