The Sex Master
by Unknown 


Chapter 1 

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 sun 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 great?" 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, arms apart, 
smiling... couldn't you just picture it like it was mother earth appearing 
in the water?" 

"Yeaaaahhhh," 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 an 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." 

"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 offensive. 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 all our patriarchal society teaches 
even the youngest women to hide her body away in case it tempts male lust. 
Like in the bible, women are the shameful ones 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 just 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 hack 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 
lover's 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, marveling. 

"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, 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 its downy softness and 
smooth texture, its perfect form and shape. I rubbed and caressed it with 
reverential awe, then dug my fingers in and squeezed. 

"What an ass! What an aaaassss!" 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 her 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 round 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 belly. She drew her legs 
back, bending her knees, then spreading them wider and wider, opening 
herself up to me as my cock pushed deeper into her body. 

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 fist 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 heart 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 
gurgled 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 2 

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 
em' 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 
off. 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, then gotten off without her ever cumming. 

All my girls cum. 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 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 spend 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 buyer's 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, zig-zagging from 
side to side, then circling her belly button as I backed up onto my hands 
and knees. 

I zig-zagged 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 anxious 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 one 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. 

"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 cum 
again. I didn't want to cum in her mouth just then. Unlike her, I could only 
cum 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 hot 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 
cum 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, and 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 
fuckbox 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 assumed 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, her 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 
ream, 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 so few of me to go around. 

 Chapter 3 

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 shoes and a standaway 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 in 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 to 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 billygoat 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, and when 
Erin started in on her act, she decided to leave. 

Anyway, the way the girls were acting 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 standaway 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 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, things 
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. 

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 with em', 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 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 corner 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 I 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, rug, 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 shoes 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 they 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 what 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 cum 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 cum 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 finished 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 clothes on. In fact, 
they stayed hot the whole time, really getting off on wagging their round 
asses and tits in our 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 
swinging 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 of 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 guy's 
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 me, 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 spurred 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 
do, 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 them 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, 

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 
starred 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 feel 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, reveling 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 threw 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 4 

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 was 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 into Laurie's cunt. Erin tried to close her legs more, 
but it 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 honeypit, 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 tittied 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 least 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. 

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 cums 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 cums, loses. It's a lot harder to 
hide that you're cumming than to fake one." 

We were all kneeling and squatting around the room, 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 you're 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 cumming! Laurie's cumming!" 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 or 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 all 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 starred 
calling out wiseass remarks, and criticizing the way we fucked, not to 
mention the way Erin fucked. 

When we had all finished, we turned to her, which suited her fine. I think 
she was as annoyed at having Erin the center of attention as she was 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 
anyway 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 slid 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 cum this time, and he pumped his steamy jism into 
her bowels in only a couple of minutes. 

She had cum too, 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 her ass getting pounded. All of 
us looking on was turning her on for the I don't know how manyith time. : 

After Sean had cum, 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 cumming, 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 cloches 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. "Lee 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 corner 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." 

"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 5 

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 many 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 hangs 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 as 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 apart. I used my fingers to 
ease her pussy tunnel open in front, and slid the sharp point of the 
corkscrew into her. I had to be very careful, of course, not to touch her 
soft pussy-flesh with that 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. 

"Feel 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'll 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 our 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 burtons 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 stare of 
horniness. 

She told me that she'd once worn tight jeans to school and cum 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 behavior. 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 toward. 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 could 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 clitty, 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 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 modern 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 dclass 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 into 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 the world of sexual pleasures?" 

"With even wider eyes than normal, and soft little yelps of pleasure." 

She laughed softly. 

"How did you take her?" 

"0n 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 marveled. "She spent the night with two cucumbers inside 
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 window, 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 musak 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 carper 
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 6 

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, a 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, 
she 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 hardwood 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 away. 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 the 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 the 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 lease, 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 
"Please don't hurt me, master," she whined. "Pease don't whip me." 

"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 now spit-wet cock right out of her mouth and 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, fast, and rough. 

I rammed my cock down and slapped at the side of her hip then gripped her 
hair and tugged it back, 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 being 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 corner past as the women emerged on the 
floor. I peered around the corner 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 corner 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 there 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 corner 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 modern 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 lifelike mannequins, was 
Jessica's ass sticking out in plain 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 corner 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 the door closed behind me and she dragged me 
into the bathroom. She pulled me into one of the stalls and closed the 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 them around me as much as 
she could. The toilets had no tanks to obstruct them, but it was right 
against the wall so there wasn't much room. 

Our tongue, 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 she 
leaned forward to press her breasts into my face. I suckled 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 my 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. 

We had to wait for what seemed like half an hour before she could get her 
clothes off the hook 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. 

We ate a late lunch afterwards, and the way she sat and acted, the 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 arrange." 

"I want... twenty, no, thirty guys." 

I laughed. "You think you can... no, of course you can." 

"It won't be the first," she smiled. 

"No, but the last one you 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 utensil, 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 Jessie 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 cum 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. 

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... signaled," 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 were 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 corner. 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 he continued to hang on to the ladder 
above her. His hands held her ass and 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 
cumming. 

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 7 

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. It 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 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 whenever 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." 

"B-but... I have classes this afternoon!" 

"So?" 

"But... I just... 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 seat of my Jeep. 

"Maybe. 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 another. 

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. 

"D... 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 
spread 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. 

"Daaviiiid, 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 to make love," she gulped. 

"Do you now?" 

"Daaaviiiiid! 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, her 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 w-want... 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 hot 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 her 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 the 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 pant, and tugged them down, 
even more slowly, revealing her smooth, flat lower belly, then her purple 
string bikini panties. 

I eased her 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 feet 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 rubbing 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." 

"Yet 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 started 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 hot 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. "Uuuuhhhhngghh!" She grasped the bar 
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 corner. 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 some 
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 you, 
shirt?" I said. "Do it like that," I whispered. 

She eagerly, very eagerly, began to undo the 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 sliding, 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 then 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 hands 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 I wanted 
was more water. 

I stood up then, showering water down, and I 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 humping 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 corner 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 cuntal 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 virgin ass all the way to the balls! 

 Chapter 8 

She trembled against the wall, and as I pressed my body against her, I could 
feel her heart fluttering like a hummingbird. 

"Da... d-david?" she gasped. 

"Feel it, baby?" I sighed. "It's waaaaaayyy up in your belly" 

"Ohhhh! Oohhh! Wha... what are you doing to me?" 

"I'm fucking 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 
gorgeous ass I've ever seen. It would be a crime not to fuck it." 

"But... but that's... that's not... It'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... fan-ta-stic ASS of 
yours and hasn't wanted to drive his cock up it all the way to the balls." 

"Ohhhh..." 

"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 ass 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 as she stood pressed against the tiles, then she caught her breath 
briefly and said a single word. 

"Ha... harder!" she gasped. 

It actually 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 ass wildly, thrusting it up 
into her guts so hard and fast that I almost lifted her off the tub floor, 
forcing her up on her toes each time my cock drove into her belly. She 
jerked and shuddered and then began driving her ass back against my pumping 
prong with hard, fast, humping motions. 

She grunted... furiously and continuously as my cock pounded up into her 
asshole. I was butt-fucking this hot little bitch as hard, and fast as I 
could and she was cumming 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 hot 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. As we both recovered our 
breath, then I slowly slipped out of her ass and we eased back into the tub 
groaning tiredly. We kissed and I stroked her body lightly under the water 
as we relaxed. 

"I c-can't... believe it," she said with a groan. "I can't believe you... 
that I let a man... fu... fuck me in the... in the behind." 

"It's called butt-fucking," I said mildly, amusedly. 

"Butt fucking?" she said wonderingly "You butt-fucked me? You sodomized me!" 

"Yep." 

She was quiet for a minute. 

"What you said... when you were... Is that true?" 

"Yeah! You have 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... I kinda 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 laughing. 

"I... It 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 thighs and cupped her pubic mound, squeezing it 
lightly. 

Then I pulled down the shower massager 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 massager 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, then 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 plump, round ass of hers. I scooped out a small 
wad and pressed my fingers against her asshole, then slowly worked 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 my finger out of her, and scooped out more lubricant, then slowly 
forced two fingers up her ass. She clutched the sheets in her fingers and 
her ass jerked up a little as I pushed the two fingers down to the knuckles, 
but she made no sounds other than soft sighs of pleasure. 

I pumped my fingers 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 
fingers. That gave me an idea for vastly increasing the pleasure she would 
get from the ass fucking. 

I pumped my fingers 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 fingers 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 of 
her. 

"Okay, slutty girl," I said. "Tell me what you want." 

"I want... want you... I want you to... 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... want to be butt-fucked." 

"Beg for it," I teased. 

"Please... 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 round ass 
and slowly pushed my cock in 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, shaking ass tube as she whined and 
grunted and mashed her face down repeatedly against the pillow. 

Her ass bucked up at me again and again as I spilled 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 hot guts. 

"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! Please! Just for a minute!" 

I reached down and gripped the base of the buzzing toy, then slowly pulled 
it out of her wet snatch. 

"God!" she gasped. 

"Indeed," I assured her. "And it's only just beginning." 


End
