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Good Grades, Lucky Thirteen

12 Wednesday Dec 2012

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What harm can it do?

The thought swirled around in her brain like the gray smoke curling up from a smoldering fire. His mouth was on hers, soft but insistent and tasting faintly of vanilla ice cream and gooey caramel topping. The late afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the sand of the nearly deserted beach and the light sparkled off the waves that were barely beginning to recede from the high water mark.

She lay back on the soft blanket that smelled of summer picnics and cozy campfires, her hair around her head like a tousled halo. His hands were gentle as they ran lightly over the soft, bare skin of her arms and their sand-covered feet rubbed together in a tangle of limbs. She returned his kisses, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and opening her mouth to him in invitation. He accepted, and her leg slipped around his, pulling his body closer to her.

She let her hands wander, feeling his slender body through the thin jersey of his t-shirt. His nipples were hard and she ran her thumb over one of the firm little points, stroking it lightly and causing him to make a soft sound that was halfway between a moan and a whimper. He released her lips and seeking tongue and exhaled deeply before leaning into her again, this time kissing the sweet hollow of her throat and the gentle swells where her breasts spilled out of her snug tank top.

Zack ran his hand down her bare thigh and she shivered with pleasure at the feeling of his warm hand on the sensitive skin at the back of her upper thigh. She could feel her skirt inching up and the hesitation as he explored the exposed flesh. When his fingers found the elastic edge of her panties, she gasped slightly with pleasure.

He looked at her and his forehead wrinkled. “Too soon?”

“God, no,” she replied, for in fact, she was fighting every urge in her body to not mount him right there on the public beach. He kissed her lips again, sliding his fingers under the taut elastic and over the soft, round curve of her ass. His touch was electric and powered her own movements, her hands continuing their migration southward. She grazed lightly over the crotch of his shorts and found him as ready for her as she was for him.

Gently, she closed her hand around his shaft and stroked him through the loose, well-worn fabric of his faded board shorts. His breath was warm against her full breasts as he sighed again deeply and sought her nipples through her shirt. He nibbled the hard point gently and she arched into him, letting her leg slip off of his and parting her thighs almost unconsciously with desire.

He ran his fingers inside the edge of her panties, around her ass and over the soft swell of her hip and between her soft thighs. He stroked her lightly through the damp cotton, pressing into the cleft and making her moan.

The sound of a voice carrying over the sand caused them both to freeze and Janie sat up quickly, pulling her skirt down and running her fingers through her hair. A large golden retriever bounded up to them from around a clump of sea grass with a neon green frisbee in his jaws. He dropped it in the sand by their blanket and Zack picked it up, and giving the dog a quick scratch behind the ears, he let it sail out over the receding surf. He laughed as the dog broke through the waves and brought it back to his owner who had just come into view of their blanket.

“Sorry if Samson and I disturbed you,” the man said with a smile, no doubt noticing their flushed cheeks and rumpled blanket.

“No worries,” Zack replied, leaning forward in an awkward attempt to hide his erection.

Janie giggled as the man whistled for the dog who had abandoned his frisbee and was worrying a small sand crab. “C’mon, boy! Let’s leave these two lovebirds alone.” He smiled as he walked off and Zack turned to Janie with a exasperated grin.

He waited until they were out of earshot before he spoke. “Well. That was…”

“Hot.”

“I was going to say ’embarrassing’, but yeah, ‘hot’ applies as well. I’m sorry about that.”

Janie laughed. “What’s to be sorry about?”

“I think maybe I was moving a bit too fast,” he said. “I didn’t mean to take advantage or anything. It’s only a second date, really…”

“I don’t mind,” Janie said, lying back on the blanket again and running her fingers up Zack’s forearm. “Really.”

He looked down at her and ran his hand up her thigh again, watching as she parted her legs for him and granted him access to her pussy. Again, he teased her through her panties, quickly bringing her back to where they had been and rocketing past it. He pulled the fabric to one side and slipped his fingers inside, encountering her soft tangle of wet curls and her soaked cunt. He teased her, parting her lips but not penetrating her, letting the cooling breeze blow over her hard clit but not touching it.

“You are so beautiful,” he said, looking down at her with those eyes that were the exact shade of shadowy blue as the sky behind his head.

She only smiled and put her hand on his, feeling his fingers as they touched her. “Let’s find somewhere more private,” she said.

Zack leaned in and covered her mouth with his, possessing her completely and sliding two fingers inside her as he did, making her moan into his deep kiss. “My house will be empty until after 8 tonight. We can go back there.”

Janie didn’t want him to stop. His fingers felt good inside her and she knew if he kept going she could come for him right there on the beach, but the promise of feeling his hard cock inside her made her nod and push his hand away with regret. “Yes,” she assented breathlessly. “I want that.”

The air between them was electric as they shook the sand out of their shoes and the blanket and tossed everything back into Zack’s car. They spoke little as he drove her to his house, letting the current spark and hum as he navigated the narrow streets that wound through the sprawling seaside campus town. He pulled into the driveway of a modest cottage on a tree-lined street populated with similar modest cottages. He fumbled slightly with his key as he let them in the back door and shut it behind them.

Her hands were on him immediately, not giving him time to lock the door or even put his keys down. He kissed her again, tossing his keys on the kitchen table where they skidded over the bare surface and clattered to the corner of the kitchen floor. Zack looked over and then back at Janie. “Ah, fuck it,” he said, and kissed her again, sliding his hands down her back and over her ass, pulling her close to him. He pressed her against the table and she leaned against it, parting her legs and pulling him between them. He eased her back and ran his hands up her thighs, wrapping them around his back and pressing his hard cock against the heat of her cunt. She let him pull her shirt over her head, watching his face as he took in the sight of her large, full breasts through the thin, sheer lace of her bra.

He struggled with the clasp for only a moment or two before the elastic gave way and her breasts tumbled free. He scooped the flesh up in both hands and buried his face in them, pinching and tugging lightly at her nipples and making her grind against him. She leaned back on her hands, arching her back and thrusting her tits forward for him. He sucked a hard nipple hungrily into his mouth, making her gasp.

His hands went around her back and she melted as he pulled her close. He was strong, pressing against her and forcing her back onto her elbows. He kicked a kitchen chair out of his way and hooked it with his foot, pulling it behind him as he began to kiss slowly down her body, taking his time to undo the opening of her skirt and slide it over her full hips. He tossed it onto the table only to have it slide off and land on top of his keys. Janie smiled. “Fuck it,” she said.

Zack ran his hand over the soaked crotch of her panties and smirked. “We’ve got plenty of time for that.” He hooked his fingers in the waistband, pulling it down to expose the reddish curls that covered her mound. He kissed her there, nuzzling her as he wriggled the scrap of cotton off her body. He pulled the chair up and sat down, placing himself between her thighs. He parted her lips gently with one fingertip, seeking her clit. Her breathy moan told him he had found it and he rubbed gently, making her legs fall open for him.

She looked down into his cool eyes and held her breath as he smiled up at her before pressing his mouth to her spread pussy. Another soft sigh as his lips closed around her clit, sucking softly. She thrust her hips against his mouth and he sucked harder, sliding a finger inside her. He glanced up at her occasionally, watching her as he licked her cunt, using his tongue and fingers to make her squirm.

His face was shining with her juices and she moaned, running her fingers through his hair and grinding his face against her. “You’re going to make me come,” she told him, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back.

With a wet slurp, he pulled away and turning his head to the side, wiped his mouth on the shoulder of his shirt. He ran his hands up her thighs again and stood, leaning into her. “Not yet, I’m not.”

He slipped his arm around her waist and eased her off the table, running his hands down her bare back and over her ass, pulling her to him and kissing her. She tasted herself on his mouth, warm and musky. “Nice,” she said, running her hands down his body and over his hard cock. Quickly and deftly, she opened his shorts and pulled his cock out. It was his turn to gasp as she wrapped her hands around his shaft and stroked it. She felt a sticky, slippery string of pre-cum on her hand and she rubbed it over the head, grasping him tightly and making him moan. His shorts slid down to his thighs as he thrust against her hand.

“You’re getting me very close,” he told her, his breath shallow and fast.

“Good,” she said, letting go of his cock only long enough to run her hand over his balls and give them a gentle squeeze. She turned and pressed her bare ass against his cock. He slid easily between her cheeks and his hands went around her, cupping her breasts. He kissed her neck, thrusting against her slightly, his slippery cock dangerously close to her ready cunt.

“Why don’t you go make yourself comfortable in there,” he said, gesturing towards the living room. I’ll be there in one second.”

“Where are you going?” she asked, her eyes closed, her face against his.

“Condom.” he said, he voice barely above a whisper.

She nodded and pulling away reluctantly, she turned and gave his cock a squeeze before backing away from him. “Don’t take too long,” she said, turning and lying back on the large sofa.

The leather was soft and cool beneath her body and she reclined on the soft pillows, looking around the room. It was a decidedly masculine space, strong and sparse and immaculately clean. There were no pictures anywhere; in fact, there was nothing that she would have called personal in the room.

She didn’t have long to contemplate it before Zack returned. He’d pulled his shorts back up, but his cock was still out and she smiled at him. “What kept you?”

He crossed to her and slipped between her legs, half covering her reclining body. The condom packet glinted gold in the last rays of the amber sunset that shone through the large picture window. His cock was hot and hard against her thigh as he kissed her again, his kisses betraying the impatience he kept in check.

She took the condom from him and tore the packet open with her teeth, letting the wrapper fall to the floor and pushing him back a bit to roll it onto his shaft. Her hand sheathed him quickly and expertly and he pulled her atop him, straddling his lap with his cock between them. She raised herself on her knees and positioned herself over him, using her hand to guide him to her entrance. She teased him, lowering herself only a little bit, giving him only a taste of her warm tightness. She gripped the high back of the couch and ran her nipples over his lips, letting him have only a brief suck or lick before pulling away. Her wet pussy danced over the head of his cock, using him on her clit to bring herself close to the edge again.

A gray car drove by the window and it barely registered, so cloudy was her brain with desire, but when she saw it turn into the yard, her heart skipped a beat.

“Someone’s here.”

Zack looked over his shoulder out the window and sighed. “Shit. My dad’s home.”

“What the hell?” In a rush of adrenaline, she jumped off his lap and ran to the kitchen grabbing her clothes, struggling to squeeze behind the table to get her skirt where it had fallen into the corner.

“Shit, he’s not supposed to be here for another hour.”

In a sudden fit of modesty, she covered herself with her clothes and looking around, finally asked, “Where’s the bathroom?” Zack pointed down the hall as he moved quickly to fasten his shorts over his rubber-clad erection, pulling the tail of his shirt down and turning on the TV.

In the bathroom, Janie dressed as quickly as she could, breathing a sigh of relief that she hadn’t dropped anything incriminating in her dash to cover herself. She could hear their voices through the door and she tried to calm her heartbeat and get some of the color out of her cheeks before going out to face them. She looked in the mirror and composed her face and ran her fingers through her hair as best she could. It wasn’t the ideal way to meet the family, but she figured she could pull it off.

Her hand was on the doorknob when she recognized the voice coming from the living room and for the second time in a few minutes, she froze. She looked in the mirror again and tried to compose herself, knowing the longer she hid in the bathroom the more awkward going out there would be.

Okay, she thought. You’ve done nothing wrong. You were visiting and had to use the bathroom. You’re just friends. You got your studying done early.

She took a few deep breaths and flushed the toilet, then washed her hands quickly.

Janie stepped out into the hallway and after squaring her shoulders, she walked into the living room. Zack was sitting on the couch where she’d left him, talking to his father as if nothing had happened. Both men stood as she walked in.

“Jane,” Zack said with a big smile. “I believe you know my dad.”

Janie nodded. “Hi, Dr. Gilbert,” she said, smiling at him as if he was only her professor and her advisor and not, in fact, someone who had watched her masturbate to an orgasm while straddling his cock just that morning. The recollection of Zack’s hard cock between her legs, parting her lips with a promise of pleasure brought a flush to her cheeks and she found herself looking down at the floor. She swallowed hard. “Zack was just about to bring me back to the dorm,” she lied.

“What a surprise to see you here tonight, Jane,” he said, nodding slightly. “I didn’t know you and Zack were friends.”

Janie smiled. “Seems we’re both at a disadvantage. I didn’t know Zack was your son.”

Zack looked sheepish. “Details,” he said with a shrug. He cleared his throat. “Well, if you’re ready to go, I can run you home,” he said to Janie, taking her by the arm and steering her towards the kitchen door. “I’ll be back later,” he said, retrieving his keys from behind the kitchen table that was still askew, and hustled her out the door.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said to Dr. Gilbert.

“Four o’clock,” he replied. “Don’t be late.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Neither of them spoke until they were several blocks away from the house, and then they stumbled over each other’s words.

“You first,” Zack said.

“Why didn’t you tell me who your father is? You know I have him for class.”

Zack sighed. “Because it’s been my experience that once one of his students finds out I’m his son, they try to use me to get better grades.” He glanced over at her. “I’m not saying you’d ever do that, just that I make it a practice to not mention it until I know that the person I’m hanging out with like me for me and not for who I’m related to. And we were just getting to know each other. But I swear, I would have told you after today, even if it hadn’t gone as far as it had.” He pulled up to a stop sign and looked at her. “I was very surprised at how quickly things moved between us. I wasn’t trying to keep secrets. I just didn’t get the chance to tell you before he surprised us.”

“Okay,” Janie said, and leaned her head back against the headrest.

They rode in silence until Zack pulled up in front of her dorm. “Are you mad at me?” he asked.

She turned and smiled. “No, of course not. I understand. The whole thing just felt a little…well, I felt like I got caught with my hand in the cookie jar and…what happened between us was…it was really hot and amazing…” her voice trailed off.

“I sense there’s a ‘but’ coming.”

She sighed. “You remember the guy I told you about? And I said it was complicated?”

Zack nodded.

“What we did…or almost did…what it seems like we’re eventually going to do…” she smiled. “Well, that makes things with him even more screwed up than they were before. I wish I could explain but I’m not sure it even makes sense to me…”

Zack was quiet for a few moments. “I want to keep seeing you, but not if it’s going to complicate things. I can take a step back. I don’t usually move this fast and maybe I just got carried away.”

“It’s not just you,” she said with a reassuring smile, sliding her hand up his arm and resting it on his shoulder. She brushed a bit of hair back from his cheek with the back of her fingers. “I want to keep seeing you, too.”

Zack smiled and leaned in, kissing her softly. She returned his kiss, and smiled back at him. “You still smell like me,” she said.

“I’m also still wearing that condom,” he said.

Janie giggled. “How?”

He glanced down at his crotch. “I’m still hard.”

Janie raised an eyebrow at him. “All this time?”

He looked sheepish again. “It made that casual conversation with my dad really uncomfortable. Especially when you walked in. I was raised to stand when a lady enters the room and really, really wished I could have got away with bad manners at that moment.”

“That’s why you dragged me out the door.”

Zack laughed. “Exactly why, yes.”

Janie laughed, then fell silent. “Do you think he knew what we did?”

Zack shrugged. “He’s not stupid, and I’m over 18. I’ve had girlfriends before. I mean, we’ve had ‘the talk’ and everything.” Janie put her thumbnail in her mouth and chewed at it thoughtfully. “Does that bother you? That he thinks we’re sexually active?”

Janie laughed. “No. Not really. Like you said, we haven’t done anything that he can possibly disapprove of.”

“Well, not yet anyway.” He glanced down at his crotch again and grinned at her. “I don’t suppose there’s much chance of that tonight, huh?”

He looked at her with those eyes so like his father’s and she thought of him beneath her, his strong, skillful hands on her body and felt her nipples rise in response. She’d had his cock nearly inside her and she ached from sexual desire and the need for release. She leaned into him again and kissed him, opening her mouth and seeking his tongue with her own. His response was immediate, and the heat between them burst once again into flames. Panting, she asked, “Do you know the little road that runs down to the old fort?”

“Very well.”

“Let’s go there. Now.”

He churned up a bit of gravel as he pulled out of her dorm and sped with a smile on his face to the waterfront. He parked in the long-abandoned lot and cut the headlights and for a moment they sat and admired the view of the lights over the bay. “It’s pretty,” he said.

“It is.” She agreed. She shot a grin at him. “Backseat?”

They climbed into the empty backseat and again, she released his cock. It was still tightly sheathed and he gasped as she touched it lightly. She lifted her hips and shimmied out of her panties, dropping them carefully onto the front seat before gracefully swinging her legs over his and guiding his cock to her pussy. She slid it between her parted lips, teasing her clit with it again, getting the head wet with her juices.

Slowly, she lowered herself onto his cock, taking him in incrementally, feeling every inch as he filled her pussy. They kissed deeply, enjoying the feeling of him seated tightly inside her. Slowly, they began to move, their hips rocking together as they searched for their rhythm. His hands were on her ass, shoving her skirt up around her waist to feel every inch of the soft, creamy skin he’d only begun to enjoy.

Janie pulled the straps of her tank and her bra off her shoulders and pulled the cups of her bra down, letting her breasts hang free. She offered him her hard nipples and he accepted, watching her caress her own soft tits and rub them against his eager mouth.

All the need and pent-up frustration she’d been harboring was melting away as she rode Zack’s cock, kissing him and listening to him sing her praises in half-whispered words. In the dim light, she was struck by how much he seemed to be a younger version of his father and she closed her eyes, but the images of Dr. Gilbert and Zack mingled in her brain. She pictured their eyes looking up at her from between her thighs, their mouths hungry for her cunt. “Spank me,” she whispered, not opening her eyes.

Zack stopped thrusting for a moment, then resumed, and she felt his hand leave her ass a second before the crack of his hand on her flesh filled the car. Janie moaned. “Again,” she ordered him, and again, she moaned when his palm left a stinging red mark on her soft flank.

“I want you to come for me,” he said, his voice low, his breath shallow.

Janie looked into his eyes, trying to push the image of his father away. “Fuck me, Zack,” she said. He wrapped his arms around her back and easily lay her down on the seat. He pulled her leg up over his shoulder and leaned into her, driving his cock in deeply. She moaned again, letting him possess her wholly, whispering over and over again, “Fuck me…fuck me…”

He brought her close again, bringing her to the brink of pleasure. She felt over-ripe and ready to explode, but she needed him to take her over the edge, to pierce her very center.

“Come in me,” she said, bringing her hips up to meet his with each deep thrust. “Take me completely.”

He kissed her, gluing his mouth to hers as he fucked her faster and faster, bringing her up off the seat. She felt his cock swell inside her and explode, and her own cunt exploded in sympathy. Her moans echoed his, gradually joining in a sweet harmony before they both lay still. Zack kissed her softly, holding the condom carefully as he pulled out and she felt the deep empty longing of his cock slipping away.

They sat together in the back, rearranging their clothes back into order—a process made more difficult by their stopping to kiss and touch each other.

When he dropped her off at her front door, and kissed her goodnight in the glow of the porch light, Janie smoothed his hair and said she’d call him tomorrow. But when she closed the door on him, his eyes and his father’s blended together in her mind, and she knew things were just beginning to get complicated.

Good Grades, Part Eight

26 Monday Nov 2012

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“I was hoping you’d say that.” He ran his hands over her hips to the pink plastic button on her shorts. With nimble fingers he popped the fly open and slid the zipper down. He slipped his hand inside and ran his fingers through her damp curls. She gasped and grabbed the edge of his desk to steady herself. His fingers teased her clit, stroking her lightly. “You have a very sweet pussy,” he said. He looked into her eyes and again she found herself lost there. His gaze was unswerving as he touched her, even as her own eyelids fluttered with pleasure.

Without warning, his fingers were inside her, filling her emptiness and she watched his composure slip. He shut his eyes briefly and swallowed hard, licking his lips. “So tight and hot,” was all he murmured as his lips found hers again. He leaned into her and she raised her leg, wrapping it around him, pulling him closer, urging him to go deeper still. He let go of her mouth reluctantly and stepped back, pulling his hand out of her shorts so quickly it made her gasp.

“Why did you stop?”

He stepped back and she could see his erection plainly through his pants. “Slide your shorts off for me, please.” He was breathing hard and watched her intently as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband and let her shorts fall to the floor in a crumpled mass of cotton at her feet.

“Like this?” she asked, suddenly feeling exposed and wanting to cover herself with her hands.

He only looked at her from a couple of steps away. “If you had done as I’d asked and come to class like that, with only a little bit of a skirt covering you, I would have been powerless in front of that class. I’d have had trouble keeping my game face in front of a couple hundred undergraduate students. I would have carried the image of your pussy with me all day, remembering how it feels and how it tastes and smells. I would have thought of you all day long. That’s the power you would have had if you’d have done as I asked.”

Janie began to understand.

“But you decided to take the power into your own hands and do not as I asked, but as you wanted. Maybe you even wanted to see what I would do if you went against my instructions.”

Janie nodded and smiled sheepishly.

“If you had followed my instructions, you would have had me wrapped around your finger. You would have had all the power. Do you understand?”

“I do,” she said.

“Good. Now turn around for me, please.”

She turned, and smiled at him over her shoulder. “Like this?”

He smiled back and she felt goosebumps as he slipped up behind her. His hands ran over her soft, round ass appreciatively. “You have a beautiful ass, too.”

“Thank you,” she said, spreading her legs a bit and inviting him to touch her further.

“Tell me, Jane. Have you ever been spanked?”

She blinked. “What? No. Well, not since I was little.”

“Hmm. You have an ass that’s just begging for a spanking.”

His hands were hot on her skin. In a low, rather timid voice, she asked, “Will it hurt?”

He chuckled. “Not really. I could make it hurt, if you wanted me to, but I wouldn’t at first.”

She swallowed hard. “Would you like to spank me?”

She heard his voice catch in the back of his throat. “Yes. I would like to very much.”

She turned her head away from him. “I trust you.”

Slowly, she leaned forward and put her hands on his desk. She arched her back and spread her legs a bit wider for him, her body trembling and tingling with anticipation.

She jumped at the touch of his hand on her bare ass, then giggled nervously as he only stroked her softly, dipping his hand between her legs, turning her laugh into a soft sigh. He rested his left hand on the small of her back and with his right hand, patted her round rump. One light tap, then his fingers inside her again. A second tap, harder this time, followed by more gentle caresses between her thighs.

Each time was a bit harder than the last, always followed by his hand on her cunt, inside her, or flicking lightly over her hard clit. When she felt his fingers slide away, she knew to expect the flat smack of his palm on her ass, and each time, she grew to anticipate it. She craved it.

Her cunt was dripping and swollen, and her ass cheeks were growing hotter with each slap of his hand. She moaned with each blow, wanting more, wanting it harder, wanting to feel it sting.

“More,” she said, gripping the edge of the desk in a half-plea, half command. “Faster.”

She gasped at the crack of his palm on her, then a second one, harder still, and a third. Her legs were shaking as again he slid his hands between them and touched her, bringing her closer and closer to coming. “More,” she begged breathlessly. “Don’t stop.”

His wet hand smacked against her reddened cheeks, the primal crack of flesh on flesh sounding loud in the small office and making her lose control. She imagined what it looked like to him, what the soft, white globes of her ass looked like reddened and swollen from his hand, of how pink and shining her cunt would look to him as he took her from behind.

As if he could read her mind, she felt his hands part her cheeks and she cried out as he sank to his knees on the rough, industrial carpet and put his mouth on her spread pussy. He lapped at it greedily, running his tongue over her clit and sucking it hard. His hands were rough on the tender, red skin of her ass as he spread her wider, running his tongue from her wet cunt up to the soft, sweet puckered whorl. She squirmed, suddenly embarrassed at the intimate touch on a spot no man had yet explored, but her protests died on her lips as he breached her virgin defenses with his tongue. She felt herself open for him and moaned at the deliciousness of his warm tongue inside her. His fingers were busy in her cunt, filling her, stroking her clit and bringing her close to the edge. She hung on, wanting the exquisite pleasure to last, thrilling at the new and unfamiliar sensations mingling with those she knew so well.

When she finally gave in, when she let herself go and allowed the feelings to crash into her, she cried out, coming hard, leaning back into his mouth and hands, her legs and hands shaking as she tried to remain on her feet.

Only when the last of the throbbing subsided did he pull away from her, leaning back on his heels and easing her gently onto his lap. His arms were around her, holding her close, pressing her red ass against him so that she could feel his need for her. She leaned into him, and when she could again speak, she leaned her head back on his shoulder and whispered, “I want to give you that same pleasure.”

He chuckled. “That’s another lesson for another day.”

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Good Grades, Part Six. Ish. Whatever. Just keep reading.

18 Sunday Nov 2012

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Janie noticed her hand was still shaking a bit as she braced herself on the blonde wood of the closed door. She didn’t know what it was about him that made her shiver like a spoiled chihuahua. Two days earlier he was utterly unremarkable to her, and now she was leaning against his office door, her sweaty palm wrinkling his neatly printed schedule as she found herself contemplating the most minute details about him, from the few silver hairs at his temples to the ragged edge of his thumbnail where he had bitten it to the quick.

She was dangerously close to coming—so close that she wasn’t sure that simply taking a few steps down the hall wouldn’t make her have an orgasm in front of everyone. She took deep breaths, struggling to gain some composure before walking away, but with each breath in it seemed she could feel his fingers inside her. With each exhale, the hairs on her neck stirred in memory of his warm breath and soft lips, so intimate and close to her.

She wanted to go back in. She closed her eyes and pictured herself invading his personal space behind his desk, and raising her skirt, showing him her wet cunt and letting him see how ready she was for him. She’d take charge this time; no more letting him have his way, toying with her like she was a puppet to be manipulated. She would force him back in his chair and pull his cock out, stroking him hard a few times before straddling his lap. His cock would slide in easily, and the feeling of her tight, hot cunt would break through that passive, unmoving half-smile that he plastered on his face whenever he was around her.

She wanted to see him cum, to watch his face as she used her body to bring him closer and closer to his own breaking point. He would be the one whose breath was coming in shallow, ragged gasps, and she wondered if he would moan as he grabbed her soft ass and shot his load inside her, or if his release would be marked only by a sudden, almost silent rush of breath.

The thought of watching him lose control was making the throbbing between her legs unbearable. She shifted her weight almost imperceptibly from foot to foot, causing her swollen lips to rub against her clit. She tensed and released her muscles rhythmically the way should would if he was inside her, biting her lower lip hard to keep from moaning aloud.

Janie couldn’t stop. She was going to cum in the hallway, leaning against his office door, pretending to read the notices he had tacked up while people came and went, while doors opened and slammed around her, and with strangers brushing against her as they walked past. She tasted blood and felt a dull stab of pain where her lip did its part in keeping her from making any sound as she felt the spasms begin and the rush of pleasure wash outwardly from her center.

She wanted to laugh, even as tears filled her eyes and a gush of her own fluids wet her thighs and trickled out from under the hem of her skirt. She breathed deeply a few times, wiping at the mess on her legs and wishing she was anywhere but where she was standing.

The click of the door latch made her look up suddenly, and Dr. Gilbert was standing in front of her. She looked into his eyes. “I’m sorry,” she said, her own voice sounding very small in her ears. “I tried to go home and do what you said, but I couldn’t help it…” She followed his gaze as he looked down to her damp thighs and shaking hands.

He pulled her into his office and shut the door behind them. Her eyes were still full of tears. “I didn’t mean to.”

He chuckled and slid the hem of her skirt up. She put her hands down to stop him. “No…” she protested weakly.

“It’s okay,” he said, his voice warm and reassuring. She leaned against the edge of his desk, her bare ass against the cold, smooth wood. He eased her back, and pulling up the same low chair she’d occupied only minutes before, he sat before her and ran his hands up her damp thighs, spreading them apart and bracing them on the arms of the chair. His lips were hot on her skin and she felt a chill of delight course through her at the feel of his tongue tasting her.

Gently, methodically, and without any sense of urgency, he took his time and licked and lapped gently at her soft thighs, working his way towards her spent pussy. As he parted the soft lips and ran his tongue along the slick, pink inner skin, he smiled up at her. “I wish I had enough time to enjoy this properly.”

He used his mouth expertly, savoring the musky sweetness of her, tasting the fruits of the climax he’d brought her to. When she was again squirming beneath him, he stopped, and kissed her thigh.

He stood and helped her to her feet, and again he neatly arranged her skirt so that she was covered. “I made sure not to go as far this time,” he said with a laugh. Then, before she knew what was happening, his mouth was on hers. He kissed her softly, almost hesitantly, and she tasted herself on his lips. She didn’t have time to return his kiss before he had stepped back again, and she watched him arrange his features into his usual unreadable mask. “You’ve made me late for my next lecture,” he said, his voice scolding, but the grin playing around the corners of his mouth gave him away.

“You’d better hurry,” she told him, her voice barely above a whisper. “If you’re more than twenty minutes late, they get to leave.”

He laughed and ushered her to the door, grabbing his bag on his way out. “They wouldn’t dare.”

Janie was beginning to believe that he meant it.

Keep reading…

From “Deployed”

05 Friday Oct 2012

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This story still isn’t quite finished, but here’s a sneak peek at it…

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We pad barefoot back into the kitchen, wrapped in thick towels, and I grab us each a bottle out of the fridge. We tap the necks of together. “Happy birthday, dude,” I say and you smile, taking a long drink of good beer. I lean against the counter and my elbow causes the little white birthday candles to roll into the sugar bowl before coming to a stop.

You set your beer down and pick up the candles, rolling them thoughtfully between your fingers. You smile a secret smile and raise your eyebrows at me.

“What’s that look for?”

“Nothing,” you reply. “I was just thinking of how nice it would be to have some of those special low-temp candles…” You smirk. “Sometimes my dirty bondage fantasies just slip out.”

I put my beer down and undo my towel, re-wrapping it around my waist, baring my breasts. “Go for it.”

“No way, man. You’ll burn yourself with these.”

I sigh. “I can handle it. Trust me.”

“You keep saying that.” You look dubious, but the image in your head of hot wax dripped on my skin is clearly vivid.

I take one of the candles from you and light it. I hold it over my arm and let the wax drop on my skin. It stings, but not enough to make me flinch. “See?”

I scoop a handful of soft breast in my hand and hold the hot flame just inches over my quivering nipple. Silently, the first drop hits the sensitive flesh and I inhale sharply as the too-hot wax burns my nipple. It cools instantly to a more comfortable warmth, but that first sting is delicious, like a well-timed bite, painful, but good. Another drop joins it, and another until my nipple has a coating of white wax.

I blow out the spent candle and peel the wax off and the tender pink skin is hot and red. I do the same to the other nipple, wincing as the hot wax stings and then cools to a tender ache.

This time you blow out the candle and peel the wax off me. “Does it hurt?” you ask.

“Mmm hmm,” I answer, nodding. “They could definitely use some soothing.”

You pull me close and kiss me, then you lower your head to the hot, aching red spots on my nipples. My towel comes unwrapped and falls to the floor. Your hand slides between my thighs, parting the still-damp curls and sinking easily between my lips. I moan as your finger finds my clit; you rub it gently, making it hard under your fingertips.

Your lips are gentle on my nipples, your tongue flicking against the hard points. The slight burns from the wax hurt, but the combination of the sting and the ache of pleasure of your licking and sucking are driving me wild. The subtle, constant pain is better than clamps or rings, even.

My cunt is reacting powerfully to the play. Your hands are working my body like you’ve known its every curve–every secret–forever. You slide your fingers inside me, pressing against me, leaning me hard against the counter. I’m bent back, arched for you, my legs apart as your fingers manipulate me. The only sound in the darkened kitchen is our breathing, soft moans and sighs, and the wet sounds of my pussy, the clicks as you plunge your fingers deep inside me and pull them back out. I know your fingers are shining with my juice and I grab your hand. You stop, confused, and then sigh deeply as I raise the two fingers to my mouth and suck on them.

I guide your hand back to my pussy, but you shake your head. “I want to taste you,” you say, and I’m in no position to argue. I hop up on the counter and you lower your mouth to my cunt, spreading my legs and easing them up over your shoulders. Immediately, you plunge your tongue into me, tasting me. I feel my own juices trickle from me, tickling down to my asshole, which you catch with your tongue and make me moan aloud. You tease the tender spot with your tongue before sliding it back inside my cunt, fucking me deeply.

My clit aches to be touched, and I reach down to stroke it, rubbing the little kernel between two fingers. You stop what you’re doing and watch me touch myself, kissing the soft skin of my inner thighs. When my hips start to squirm, you gently move my hand. “Let me,” you say and lower your head again, smiling up at me as I lick my fingers clean. You press your tongue flat against my clit and use the same motions I used with my fingers, mimicking the speed and pressure I used and making me moan anew. You slide two fingers inside me, curving them upwards in search of my g-spot.

The firm, even pressure deep inside calls forth my pleasure from a place far away, but it’s coming fast and hard. I feel myself lose control as your fingers massage and manipulate my very core, stimulating me in ways few have been able to. My palms slap against the countertop as I brace myself for the orgasm that breaks inside me, my muscles clenching deep within. I know you can feel that deep spasming and you keep stroking me, pressing the magic spot until the pulses have slowed. Your lips go around my clit and you suck; your tongue is about to bring me around again. A second time, this time on the surface, the spasms and throbs of pleasure are radiating outward, fluttering and pulsing quick and hard and fast, a high counter-melody to the first deep climax.

My cum is running over your hand, and as you slide your fingers out of me, it gushes forth, leaving a wet puddle beneath me.

You stand, and I wrap my arms and legs around you, kissing you deeply and tasting myself on your lips…

Home, James

27 Thursday Sep 2012

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This is a sequel of sorts to “Tight Security,” though it really goes off on a tangent more than it continues it. I had planned to keep spinning new stories off the old ones, but never got around to it. Maybe soon…

“Jeremy.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“It seems that very handsome young security guard just ejaculated on my window.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“I will be very disappointed if his semen mars the finish.”

“Of course, Mistress. Shall I use a cloth?”

“What do you think, Jeremy.”

She watched him get out of the driver’s seat and tug on the tails of his chauffeur’s coat, putting his cap on, and shutting the door behind him. She watched as he bent and licked the congealing cum off her window, his tongue flat and pink against the gray glass.

As he worked, she spread her legs and hiked her skirt up, exposing her smooth, bare pussy. She diddled her clit lightly, feeling it spring to attention and smiled. Her cunt grew slick as she played with herself, her nipples hard and straining and very visible under the lightweight silk of her couture blouse. Jeremy swallowed mouthfuls of jism, finally licking his lips and standing at attention by her window.

She rolled it down and slowly unbuttoned her blouse, stroking her hands over the nipples that peeked out of the lace edge of her shelf bra, watching her firm, full breasts jiggle and sway with every slight move. “All done, Jeremy?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Come around to the other side of the car and join me in the backseat.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Jeremy did as he was instructed and opened the back door, carefully putting his cap on the front seat and smoothing his hair before entering. She turned to face him, offering him her dripping pussy. “Would you like something to cleanse your palate, Jeremy?” she asked.

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied, his voice husky with desire. Knowing he wanted her, wanted to please her, sent a thrill coursing through her lithe frame and she shuddered despite herself.

“You may eat my pussy, Jeremy,” she said, and he quickly slipped to the floor beside the long bench seat. He wedged his slight frame in behind the front seat, and leaned forward, pulling her legs apart and pressing his face to her sweet, fragrant center.

She moaned as his tongue found her aching hole and she ran her hands through his dark curls, pressing his head into her cunt. He fastened his lips around her clit and sucked it, drawing it in between his teeth and applying pressure until she cried out.

“Put your fingers in me Jeremy, and make me cum,” she instructed, and he did as he was told, sliding his long fingers into her and drawing out another moan of pleasure. “Very nice,” she said, praising him as she petted his head. She closed her eyes and let Jeremy bring her to the brink of orgasm, his fingers and tongue working skillfully in all the ways she had trained him.

He knew how to hold her hips as she climaxed and how to press his lips against her to receive the copious gush of sweet, sea-funky fluid that accompanied her pleasure without letting so much as a drop touch the fine, leather seats. He swallowed her flood of juices eagerly, licking her clean until the shuddering and bucking stopped. When she lay still, she allowed him to button her blouse and straighten her skirt.

Sated, she sat up and smiled at him, still kneeling in complete supplication beside her. She raised her hand to his smooth, brown cheek and stroked it gently. “Well, done, Jeremy,” she said. “Tell me, is your cock hard?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, his cheeks turning slightly pink.

“How lovely,” she said. “You have my permission to step outside the car and relieve yourself,” she said. “You’ve earned it.” He nodded, still blushing, and rose. As he backed out of the car, she reminded him, “Make sure you stand right there where I can see you, and you’d better make it quick so no one sees you. Oh, and don’t forget your hat,” she finished, gesturing at the front seat.

Jeremy put his hat back on and stepped outside the car, shutting the door. Through tinted windows she smiled at his visible discomfort as he looked around nervously. He pulled his long, slender cock out and began stroking it furiously, closing his eyes and obviously concentrating on finishing the job before anyone came along.

She watched his cock bob in the air, and how his eyebrows knit together in frustration as his erection began to fail. She knew he was considering his punishment for not following her directions, and as his eyes filled with tears, she almost took pity on him for a second. Then she thought of the hours of fun she would have paddling his soft, feminine ass, fucking him with dildos for hours, and how she’d torture him to the edge of orgasm over and over until he begged for mercy.

She was so lost in the fantasy that she didn’t notice the security guard approach her car. Jeremy started suddenly and quickly tried to conceal his rapidly softening cock, but the damage had been done. This was not the young, wanton guard from before, but an older, paunchy, dough-skinned excuse for a man who was perspiring from the mere exertion of apprehending the delicate Jeremy.

She rolled down her window and addressed the security guard. “Is there a problem, Officer?” she asked.

He looked in and saw her reclining like a cat in the backseat. He tipped his hat back to reveal his receding, greasy hairline and she recoiled inwardly. “Yes, Ma’am” he replied. “I caught this pervert outside your car here.”

She smiled a cold smile. “Yes, Officer. Young Jeremy belongs to me. I apologize if he’s been a bother. I promise you he won’t get away with this…abomination.”

“I’m sorry, Ma’am,” he said, his eyes raking over her form. “I have to call this in to the local precinct. You’ll be able to pick him up in about 6 hours, after his arraignment.”

She sighed. “Very well.” Jeremy looked panic-stricken. “Jeremy, dear. Please be on your best behavior, just like I taught you. Do everything this nice officer tells you, and I’ll see you in a little while. Make me proud.” Jeremy blinked away a tear and nodded. “That’s a good boy.” She rolled up the window and watched as the fat guard led the winsome Jeremy away. She fished her cell phone out of her bag and with manicured fingers, dialed her office.

“Maria. I need a replacement driver here immediately. Yes. And call my lawyer and tell him to meet me at the local precinct for JFK. Yes, the airport, Maria.”

She ended the call with a gentle beep and waited for Jeremy’s replacement.

In the Stacks

23 Sunday Sep 2012

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In a cool, softly lit corner of the adult fiction section, Lauren slid a plastic-covered murder mystery into its spot, reading the shelf and adjusting a couple of misplaced volumes back into their proper order. She ran her hand along the fine grain of the antique oak shelf as she crossed to the window and leaned against the sill. Squinting against the summer sun that streamed in through the tall windows, she watched as a patron walked past the whitewashed clapboards of the Town Hall and crossed the flag-lined main street to the front walk of the library. Her crocheted cotton bag bulged with borrowed books, and Lauren smiled, her heart skipping a beat as she smoothed her skirt and stood. Alana’s visit was always a highlight of Lauren’s week, not just because it offered a respite in the long stretch of weekday afternoon quiet, but because seeing Alana would have been a highlight under any circumstance.

The heavy door swung open and Alana came in, dropping her heavy books on the circulation desk with a dull thud. “Man,” she said, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand, “It got hot out there today. I’m sweating like a whore in church.” She looked at Lauren in her simple skirt and light summer sweater, “Damn it, woman, how is it you always manage to look all elegant and put together and shit and I always look like an unmade bed?” Lauren felt her nipples harden as Alana appraised her form. “I like the outfit,” she said, smiling. “You got the whole ‘sexy librarian’ thing working for you today.”

Lauren felt a warmth spread from inside her blossom on her cheeks. The way Alana looked at her made her feel both unsettled and aroused. She had an intensity that Lauren was drawn to, yet at the same time she found it a little intimidating, and truth be told, frightening. She knew Alana had no qualms about sleeping with women. She knew Alana had no qualms about sleeping with anyone, in fact, since she was currently dating both her male yoga instructor and her the woman who was the promoter of her indie band.

It was that intensity that drew her, and the unrestrained and unabashed way Alana flirted with her. Lauren had never been attracted sexually to another woman before, but always felt like it was only because in her conservative upbringing in small town New England she may have missed the memo that it was okay to want to kiss a girl. Because she did want to. And badly.

In the back of her mind she still felt like she might be playing with fire, but as Alana moved around the small library checking out the new arrivals and poking through the new magazines, Lauren decided she liked the warmth.

“Oh, come on,” Lauren countered, “you know you’re gorgeous. And you always look great. Even on a day like today you look cool and comfortable.” Lauren loved the way Alana’s long violet skirt flowed and swirled around her bare legs and how the small silver ghunghru bells tied around her ankle tinkled as she walked. Her sleeveless shirt was hand painted and low cut in the front and Lauren could see the fine sheen of perspiration on her sun-kissed cleavage. It was obvious that she’d decided to forego a bra for the day, opting instead to let her large breasts bounce freely under her light top. Her long, shiny hair was caught up off her neck in a loose twist and secured with a couple of carved hair sticks and the fine, curly tendrils that escaped stuck to her damp skin and Lauren swallowed hard, wondering what it would be like to kiss her there. She was standing close enough to touch her, to smell the subtle aroma of nag champa and warm, moist places.

As she pressed her lips to the soft nape of her neck, she felt Alana’s breath catch in her throat. Her skin was salty and warm and she felt goosebumps rise under her gentle touch. Alana exhaled softly, and Lauren heard the copy of Yoga Weekly she’d been thumbing through thud clumsily against the magazine rack and flutter to the floor. Feeling bolder, she slipped her hands over Alana’s hips, wrapping around her and pulling her closer.

Alana’s hands were on hers, warm and dry, halting their movement, but not pulling away. “Not that it’s unwelcome,” Alana said, tipping her head back and arching her long neck, “but this is kind of a surprise.”

Lauren smiled nervously. “I know. I’m sorry,” she said, pulling away, but Alana held firm to her hands.

“Are you?” she said, turning and sliding a hand around Lauren’s waist. Alana’s fingertips brushed lightly over the curve of her ass pulling her close until their bodies were touching and their faces were mere inches apart. Lauren shuddered, goosebumps rising on her arms.

“No,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m not.”

“Good,” Alana said. “Neither am I.” Lauren felt her knees go weak as Alana kissed her. Her lips were soft and inviting, not insistent, but offering, and Lauren accepted, tentatively at first, and then with increasing desire as any hesitation she may have harbored fell away.

Alana’s hands were twined in her hair, pulling her closer still, devouring her. Lauren leaned back and found herself pressed against the long, oak reading table. She leaned on it, reaching for Alana and feeling her large, natural breasts through the thin cotton of her top. In the dim, lusty recesses of her mind, she felt a fleeting recognition that it was right, that the curves of a woman felt natural in her hands, and as the cognizant thought slipped away, she cupped the soft globes and sought Alana’s hard nipples through the fabric.

Alana moaned and pulled her lips away from Lauren’s. “Damn, girl,” she panted. “You’re killing me. I’m ready to take you right here in the public library.”

Lauren looked at her watch and smiled. “Hold that thought.” She crossed quickly to the front door and turned the heavy brass bolt and snapped off the banks of lights. “Now we’re closed,” she said, crossing back to where Alana leaned against one of the heavy shelves. “It’s a tad early, but no one will probably be in anyway. It’s too nice out and on a day like this…”

Her thoughts were interrupted by Alana’s mouth on hers, more insistent this time, with an intensity that took Lauren’s breath away. Again, she found herself against the big table, leaning back on her hands. Deftly, Alana worked the small buttons on her cardigan, popping them open quickly and letting it fall open. Her breasts were heaving with desire and she could see her own nipples large and hard through the thin lace bra. Alana ran her hands over the hard brown points so clearly visible under the white lace and pinched them lightly, making Lauren moan anew.

Alana pulled the cups down and let Lauren’s small, perky breasts spring free. She leaned down and took one of the quivering nipples in her mouth and sucked it, smiling as Lauren gasped at the sudden, swift pleasure of it. She could feel Alana’s hands on her thighs, seeking the hem of her skirt and gathering it in her hands, pulling it up and exposing the tops of her stockings.

When Alana’s hand made contact with the garter clasp that held her stockings up, she looked up so suddenly that Lauren’s nipple popped out of her mouth with a jiggle and a bounce. “Oh, this is amazing,” Alana said, sliding Lauren’s skirt up around her waist. The white satin and lace of her garter belt lay against her tanned skin in high relief, and the lace of her panties was already visibly moist between the soft curves of her thighs.

“It’s…well, more practical in summer,” Lauren started to explain, but Alana’s fingers pressed against the crotch of her panties made the rest of her thought go out of her head. She spread her legs, letting Alana touch her through the lace, leaning back as Alana’s mouth again found her nipples and drew on them with long, hard sucks. Alana tugged the panties, pulling them up between her lips and rubbing them against her hard clit.

She kissed a trail down Lauren’s midriff, past her flat, tanned tummy and the bunched up fabric of her skirt. Swiftly, she pulled the crotch of her panties aside and pressed her face into Lauren’s neatly trimmed nest of dark curls. Lauren moaned and lay back on the table, sliding back and raising her knees, allowing her legs to fall apart as Alana’s tongue plunged inside her.

Lauren could feel her own juices flowing as Alana worked her tongue over and inside every inch of her aching cunt. She moaned as two fingers filled her, sliding in and out while Alana wrapped her lips around her hard clit and sucked the hard little pearl, making her writhe and squirm atop the hard table top. She could feel the knot that had been building and tightening inside her begin to unravel, even as in the distance she could hear kids’ voices shouting from the outside, laughing as they crossed the town green to enter the library through the downstairs children’s room.

She knew she should push Alana away, make her stop, but it was too late, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out as her powerful orgasm spilled out of her, washing through her pussy and making her whole body buck and shudder. She tried to sit up, to grab her sweater and cover herself, but Alana wasn’t stopping, and wave after wave of pleasure continued to course through her. She was laughing and panting, begging Alana to stop in a low, frantic voice as she heard the sleigh bells jangle against the heavy back door and the sound of kids’ voices being hushed as they entered the cool silence of the library.

Alana stood quickly, raising the hem of her skirt and wiping her mouth while Alana pulled her own skirt back into place and re-did the buttons of her sweater with shaking hands. Alana brushed a stray lock of hair out of Lauren’s eyes and kissed her, letting Lauren taste her own muskiness. Lauren sighed and reluctantly let Alana slip away, trying to compose her face into a some semblance of professionalism as the children’s feet clamored up the stairs. She snapped on the lights and unlocked the door and while Alana thumbed through the yoga magazine she’d picked up from where she dropped it, she settled herself behind the circulation desk and began checking in books.

In Him

20 Thursday Sep 2012

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The candles flickered and danced, casting light and shadow over her flawlessly smooth skin. Her bare legs were spread slightly as she knelt next to him, her plump thighs creamy in the amber glow. He ran his fingers lightly through the damp tangle of curls, teasing her with a whisper soft touch, watching as her full hips thrust to meet his hand, seeking greater contact and sighing as he withdrew.

She took his cock in her hand and stroked it lightly, her touch as soft as his, her teasing deliberate and slow. She lowered her mouth to him, pressing her lips against his cock. He breathed in deeply as she parted her lips with a soft click and flicked her tongue over the tender tip. The hard points of her nipples grazed his skin, making the hairs rise wherever she touched.

She took him into her mouth, wetting his cock and stroking the shaft with her hand. He ran his hands through her silken hair and tugged gently, making her moan and take him deeper. His hips thrust against her, fucking her willing mouth. He felt her hand slide softly over his balls, high and tight against his body, and her sharp nails rake through his thick hair and scratch seductively over the soft skin. He spread his legs slightly, inhaling sharply again as her strong fingers slid past his balls and over his ass, following the natural curve of his body to the sensitive, tight opening of his ass. Her cool finger pressed against him, massaging the sensitive spot. He spread his legs wider, submissive beneath her, watching as her head bobbed, her blue eyes looking up into his.

She drew her mouth up the length of him, letting the head go with a pop and with a knowing smile, ran her tongue down the length of his slippery shaft. He moaned at the feeling of her mouth pressed against his balls, feeling a shiver go up his spine as her warm breath stirred the thick hair at the base of his cock. She nuzzled him, kissing him, running her lips and tongue over him, nipping at him gently and making him squirm anew.

She pushed his legs apart and back and ran her tongue over his asshole. A shudder of pleasure coursed through him as her strong, slick tongue breached his opening and slid inside him. He grabbed the bed clothes, clenching the sheets in his fists as she probed him deeply, fucking his ass with her tongue. Her hand was firm on his cock, stroking him with deep even strokes that matched her busy mouth, and when she pressed her lips against him and sucked, he exhaled deeply, the only words he was able to manage was a breathless “Oh, baby…”

He wanted more.

She knelt between his legs and leaned into him. Her belly and breasts pressed against him and he ran his hands over every square inch of her. She stretched out beneath his busy hands as she reached for the drawer of the nightstand. He turned his head to see what she was retrieving, and when he saw the dildo grasped her fist, he felt his cock twitch with anticipation.

She slid back on her heels, running her lips along the length of his body, depositing kisses here and there, paying a bit of sweet attention to his already-bursting cock before leaning back and parting her thighs. She held the dildo like a cock—firmly, jutting away from her pelvis. The base curved upwards and flared into a thick, tapered bulb. She looked into his eyes and pressed the bulb against her pussy, parting the plump lips and sliding it against her aching clit. She teased herself with it, opening her legs wider so that he could see the deep pink inner folds shining with her own desire and passion.

The base slipped in easily and he watched as her cunt was filled with the thick base, spreading his legs unconsciously in anticipation as she held the long shaft that curved up from her curly nest of hair, looking so very much like a real cock. She stroked it like it was part of her, and he knew that with every move of her hand, the thick base moved deep inside her, and the ridges on the inside of the curve were rubbing against her hard clit. Without taking his eyes off her, he reached in the drawer and handed her a small bottle of lube. She smiled and let a slippery drizzle of it run over her fingers and the end of her cock.

Again, she stroked the dildo, making it shine, fucking herself with it. Her breath quickened, and she reached down with a shining hand and ran it over his ass. Her slick middle finger slipped easily inside him, making him moan. He brought his hips up to meet her hand, watching as a thick, milky gob of pre-cum oozed from the tip and caught in his hair.

She added a finger, widening him further, not satisfying him but making him ache to be filled completely. She stroked him slowly and deeply, seeing his need grow. His cock was purple and throbbing and he was afraid she was going to make him cum just like that. He needed that cock inside him, so he pleaded with her.

“Fuck me.”

She slid her fingers out of his ass and leaned forward, guiding the head of her cock to his ass. Her full breasts swayed as she teased his ass with the head, pressing against the tight hole and easing the head past the strong muscles.

He groaned as she spread him wide, opening his ass and filling it with inch after inch of hard cock. Her hands were on his thighs, holding him firmly as she entered him, sinking into him deeply, not stopping until he could feel her pubic curls against his ass. Again, he pleaded with her, needing to be fucked, wanting to see her tits bounce as she thrust against him.

“Fuck me, baby.”

Slowly she pulled out, letting him feel every delicious inch. The pleasure showed on her face as she moved; her cheeks were flushed and her breath was coming faster. She leaned in, easier this time as the dildo filled his ass. Her hips set a steady motion, thrusting into him, her smooth skin meeting his with a muffled slap. Slap. Slap.

He reached down and grabbed his cock, hard and hot in his hand. His fingers stroked the sensitive skin near the head furiously as her speed increased. Her tits swayed and bounced with every thrust. She pushed his legs further apart, drilling into him as deeply as she could go.

He felt his body crescendo and with a soft grunt of pleasure, he reached his peak. The cum boiled up from his balls and spurted out in hot jets, shooting over his stomach and chest, and he exhaled deeply as she stopped moving, allowing his body to process the bliss coursing through him.

Gently, she pulled out, feeling him shudder with spent pleasure. She leaned back and eased the dildo out of her cunt and standing, walked up the bed and straddled his face. Greedily he pulled her to him, burying his face in her wet pussy, sucking and licking at it, making her buck and writhe. He held her hips and focused on her pleasure, working her hard clit like a tiny cock, using his tongue inside her in the way he knew she liked best.

Her juices ran down his chin and he felt a thin trickle make its way down his neck. She grabbed the headboard and cried out as he made her cum, swallowing hard and fast to keep up with her. She slumped beside him, spent and panting, and kissed the lips that were still shining and musky with her juices.

“Thank you, babe,” he said.

“I love you,” she replied.