r/Erotica

With my head down against the floor and the lower half of my body naked and exposed, I couldn’t believe where I was. My little pleated tennis skirt was now so far up my body that it had bunched around my hips, and my complete lack of panties meant that Matt–one of my closest friends and de facto tennis teacher–could see everything.

Was I dreaming?

Or had I really done something this slutty?

“Nearly got it…” I called, my arm under the gap in the wall, my hand wrapped around the ball, my heart racing as I pretended to search for it, my pussy and ass completely spread for him.

The longer I held the pose, the faster my heart was beating, and my head was starting to swim with slutty thoughts.I wished he was behind me at that moment, placing his palm between my legs and gently pushing his fingers inside me.

I felt my throat go dry and my nipples harden.

Fuck, I needed something to suck. Badly.

“Got it,” I called, opening my legs a little wider and popping my pussy out as much as I possibly could, giving him one final view before standing up and smoothing down my skirt.

Matt’s face was priceless.

His mouth was slightly open, his eyes were wide, and his skin was crimson; the latter I presumed was more than just the result of the exercise. He wasn't just looking at me, either; he was staring, his gaze fixed on my hips as if he could see right through the thin fabric of the skirt.

I bounced the ball on the court, the sound sharp and loud in the sudden silence. “What?”

“Sarah…” he said. “You know you’re…not…um…” He trailed off.

“What?” I asked. “What’s wrong?”

He didn't answer. He just stood there, one hand still gripping his racket, the other hanging loosely at his side. And his shorts…oh god, his shorts. They were doing a terrible job of hiding his reaction. The fabric was stretched tight over a very obvious, very hard cock, pointing up and slightly to the left, straining against the material, a clear ridge outlining his length. Seeing it, seeing how hard I had made him, only made me want to push him further.

I walked to the net, my hips swaying with an exaggerated rhythm. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the white tape, knowing the position pushed my ass out behind me. The skirt hem barely covered anything now.

"You seem distracted," I said, my voice low. "Something on your mind?"

His eyes darted from my face down to my chest. "No. I’m good…”

"Good,” I smiled, pretending his erection wasn’t obvious. Pretending I wasn’t thinking about trying to take it all inside me. Pretending I hadn't been thinking about him when I’d been on all fours.

That’s when I came up with my evil plan…

“Wanna work on my backhand?”

"Sure," Matt said. He cleared his throat. "Yeah, what did you want to–"

“I’ll come around,” I said, already starting my journey, my hips swaying. I stopped in front of him and turned my back to him, bending slightly at the waist. "Okay, show me what I'm doing wrong," I said, holding my racket limply.

He took a deep breath, and I watched his chest rise and fall. "Right," he said, his voice a little steadier. "So, you want to stand sideways to the net, like this.”

“I can’t see you,” I said, looking back over my shoulder. “Come and show me.”

He moved to stand behind me, and I felt a fresh wave of heat wash over my body. He was close now, and I knew my horniness was taking over.

"Okay," he said, his voice right next to my ear. "Just...relax. Let me guide you."

I sighed with pleasure and felt my legs relax slightly as I backed up into him. He placed his hands on my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh just above the hem of my skirt. "You're too stiff," he murmured, his breath hot against my neck. "You need to loosen up."

I leaned back into him further, and for the first time, I felt his hard cock press against my ass through the thin fabric of my skirt. "Like this?" I asked, my voice breathy.

"Yeah," he said, his voice strained. "Just...like that."

He adjusted his stance, his legs bracketing mine, and I could feel his entire length pressed against me. "Now, when you swing," he continued, his hands still on my hips. "You need to pivot your back foot and rotate your hips. Like this." He guided me through the motion, his hands pushing my hips forward and then around, and I ground my ass back against him, slowly and deliberately.

"Oh," I gasped, feigning surprise. "I see."

I could feel him getting harder, his cock straining against his shorts, pushing between my cheeks. I pressed back against him again, this time with a little more pressure, and I felt him throb.

"Is that right?" I asked, looking back at him over my shoulder. "Am I doing it right?"

"Y-yeah," he stammered, his hands tightening on my hips. "You're a...you're a natural."

I could feel the wetness between my legs. I wanted him to touch me, to slip his hands under my skirt and feel how wet I was for him.

"Again," he said. "Let's do it again."

I swung the racket again, and as I pivoted, I ground my ass against him fully now, a slow, circular motion that took me from the base of his cock to the tip.

“Sometimes,” I said, my breath coming fast and hot now, my inhibitions far in the metaphorical rear-view mirror. I slowly slid my hands up my thighs, still gyrating my hips, until my fingers reached my pleated skirt. “I just wish someone would show me what to do…”

I continued to lift my hands, taking the skirt with me, slowly pulling it upward, revealing my thighs, my hips, my ass. Suddenly I was naked from the waist down, my body pressed against his.

“Like…” I was breathing heavily now. “Really showed me what to do, you know? Just…took charge of the situation…”

Behind me, I felt Matt pull down his shorts, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

I was going to get exactly what I deserved…

Part 1: Mom's hot friend let me fuck her during a sleepover.

The next morning, I woke up with my face buried in a floral pillow and the mother of all morning wood pressed hard against a warm, jiggly wall of ass. Tori had somehow migrated backwards in her sleep, and her body molded against mine, her nightie hiked up until nothing but smooth, bare thigh and a sliver of pink ran across my horizon. My cock was caught in the perfect slot between her cheeks, and when I shifted, she moaned quietly but didn’t move away.

For a second, I stayed like that, not sure if it was safer to fake sleep or try to escape before I came right in her crack. But then Tori shifted, pushing her hips back. She wiggled, just enough to really wedge me in, and then whispered, “You awake, baby boy?”

I was very awake. “Can’t sleep with all this going on,” I whispered back, bumping my hips into her for emphasis.

She giggled, deep and sleepy. “Mmm. Naughty.” Then, quieter, “If your mom’s still out, we could do a quickie?”

I became so excited, I grabbed her cheeks and couldn’t wait to push back into her pussy … but then the sound of footsteps and the soft clink of dishes told me that was not the case. I rolled away just in time for Mom to knock and pop the door open.

“Morning!” she called. “Breakfast’s in half an hour. Hope you two slept okay. Tori, you need anything? Aspirin?”

Tori rolled onto her back, giving Mom a full view of her nightie and most of a nipple. “I’m perfect, Sarah. Noah gave me the best massage last night,” she lied with a wink, “slept like a log.”

Mom beamed. “That’s my boy. He’s got the magic hands.” Then to me, “Come down when you’re up. I’ll make eggs.”

She closed the door and left me rock hard.

Tori turned to me, eyes still heavy with sleep and lust. She stretched, then pulled her knees up, spreading the nightie so it bunched around her hips. The pink thong was gone, and her ass, even lying down, was insane. She patted the curve of it.

I crawled over, not fully believing I was awake, and ran my hand up her thigh to her hip, squeezing gently. She arched her back and spread her legs a little wider, letting me slide my fingers between her cheeks. Her skin was so warm, almost fever-hot.

She whispered, “You ever want to try the other hole?” She said it like she was offering me a stick of gum.

I froze. “You’d… let me?”

She smiled, eyes shining. “Why not? You’ve got the hands and cock for it. But not now, baby. We don’t have time.” She grabbed my wrist and guided my finger to her asshole, circling, teasing, making herself shiver. “Tonight, maybe. Would you like that?”

My brain locked up. “Fuck yes.”

She sucked my index finger, then pressed it back, letting me rub the tight ring and wishing it was my erection instead. She closed her eyes, enjoying it for a minute, then pushed my hand away and sat up. “No jerking off today, okay? I want you pent up for me. Promise?”

She must have read the yes on my face, because she grinned and slapped my thigh. “Good. Go shower, your mom will know if you take too long, so don’t even think about it.”

She was right. I got out of bed, and I went to the shower, but it took all my energy to not break my promise. My dick was red and angry, leaking, and every time I thought about Tori’s offer, I nearly blew.

*****

Breakfast happened quickly, and thank god, I just wanted it to be night again. Mom set up a little station on the terrace, fresh fruit and yogurt and eggs, and went back inside to make a group text about brunch plans with her yoga friends. It was just me and Tori on the deck, sun slicing through the slats.

Tori wore a new bikini, electric blue, with straps that crisscrossed her chest like duct tape on a watermelon. She pretended to ignore me, scrolling her phone and eating grapes, but every time I looked away, she’d catch me and do a little shimmy, making the fabric dig in deeper.

By noon, I had to get away from her or risk humiliation. I grabbed a book and tried to read on the terrace, but Tori found me, plopping down next to me.

She swung one leg over mine, then, “Whoops, didn’t see you there,” and settled her ass directly onto my lap. The book nearly flew out of my hands.

She ground her hips in a slow, sensual circle, like she was making herself comfortable on a chair … or a strip tease. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to squish you.”

“It’s fine,” I said, voice cracking.

She leaned in so her lips grazed my ear. “I’m going to make it so hard for you today, Noah. Think you can handle it?”

I wanted to say yes, but my cock was making its own argument. Tori pressed down, my cock finding the crack in her ass, then got up and stretched, flashing me a full view of her round, jiggly ass. “Me and your mom are doing yoga out here in an hour. If you want to watch, I’ll do extra downward dog for you.”

I was dying. “I’ll… I’ll be upstairs.”

She gave me a look that said, “You better be.”

I tried to read, but Tori and Mom came out for yoga and the show was better than any book. Mom did her usual routine, lithe and strong, but Tori went all out—every pose designed to flaunt. She bent low for downward dog, spreading her feet wide, her ass in the air, vibrating as she bounced on the balls of her feet. The bikini bottom disappeared between her cheeks, and she kept glancing back at me through her legs, making a show of adjusting the strap every time it slipped. When she did warrior pose, her hips canted and the top nearly popped off.

Mom caught me staring more than once and just smiled. “It’s okay, hon, Tori’s always been a show-off.”

I almost came right there.

The rest of the day was more of the same. Every time I passed Tori in the house, she’d manage to “accidentally” brush her chest against me, or bend over in the fridge so I caught a full view of her ass. By dinnertime, my head was spinning and my balls felt like overfilled water balloons.

After dinner, we watched some comedy till Mom announced, “I’m beat. Early bedtime for me.” She kissed my cheek, hugged Tori, and padded off in her slippers. Tori and I cleaned up the kitchen together, which mostly meant she watched me load the dishwasher while sipping wine and leaning against the counter, her ass making a perfect perch.

When the last glass was away, she tilted her head. “I think your mom likes me,” she said.

“I think she trusts you,” I replied, which, in retrospect, was maybe the funniest thing I’d ever said.

Tori licked her lips. “Let’s not abuse that trust. You should go to your room and wait for me. I need a shower.”

I did as told, nervous and excited, my hands shaking as I closed my door behind me. I stripped down to boxers, sat on the bed, and waited, cock already stirring. My phone buzzed, a DM from Tori.

Be a good boy. Don’t touch yourself till I get there.

I squeezed my eyes shut and chucked the phone away, lying back and hoping I didn’t leak pre all over my sheets. When the door finally opened, Tori came inside in a short purple bathrobe, her wet hair piled up in a towel, face glowing clean. She carried a plastic bag, and set it on my desk.

She closed the door behind her, twisted the lock, and turned to me, eyes burning. “So. Are you ready to be a little bad?”

I nodded. Gosh that woman was such a MILF.

She dropped the robe. Nothing underneath. Her skin, scrubbed clean, looked even darker and softer in the lamplight. Her hips and thighs were thick and strong, her huge ass gleaming. Her tits hung heavy like two bells, nipples already hard and suckable.

She crossed the room in three steps and straddled me, hands on my shoulders. “Tell me, have you ever fucked a woman in the ass?”

I shook my head.

She grinned. “Perfect. I’ll teach you.” She opened the bag and pulled out a box of lube. “You’re going to make this ass shine.”

She kneeled on my bed, ass up, and spread her cheeks with both hands. I got behind her, my hands trembling. She passed me the bottle.

“Go slow. Use a lot. Warm it up first.” Her tone was clinical, almost maternal, which made my cock twitch even harder.

I squeezed a puddle into my palm and rubbed my hands together, then slid them up the backs of her thighs to her ass. I kneaded the soft, heavy globes, spreading the slick around, then up and down the crack. Her asshole winked at me, a dark, perfect pucker. I circled it with my thumb, and she shivered and pushed back, making a low, satisfied noise.

“Good boy. Don’t be afraid to get in there.”

I applied more lube, working it gently into the ring. Tori moaned and arched her back, her cheeks rippled and twitched. I couldn’t help myself. I bent in and brushed my lips around the rim, then flicked my tongue across it.

She shuddered, her hands tightening on the sheets, hissing, “God, yes, eat it.” So I did. I worked her with my tongue, slow circles at first, then deeper, pushing in and out while my slicked hands groped and squished her cheeks. Her ass was so soft and strong at once, a living thing. I buried my face in it, licking and sucking.

When I finally came up for air, she looked back at me, eyes glazed, mouth open. “Now stroke that cock for me, get it all nice and shiny.” I did, glopping a double handful of lube over my shaft, stroking until I was slippery and veiny and hard as stone. Tori’s eyes went wide. “Jesus, okay. You’re gonna have to go slow.” She grabbed the pillow and hugged it, settling her hips just so, her ass high and ready.

I pressed the swollen, lubed head of my cock against her tight little asshole and started pushing. The ring resisted at first, clenched and hot, but I kept steady pressure until it slowly gave way. Inch by inch, her ass swallowed me. The feeling was insane, scorching hot, tight, gripping every ridge of my shaft. Tori let out a long, deep groan into the pillow as I sank deeper.

“Fuuuck… slow, baby. Let me feel all of you,” she moaned, her voice husky and strained.

I watched in stunned awe as her massive cheeks spread around my cock. The sight of her thick, tanned ass taking every inch was better than any porn I’d ever seen. When my hips finally pressed flush against her soft, heavy cheeks, I was buried to the balls inside her. Her asshole fluttered and squeezed around the base of my cock.

I stayed there for a moment, letting her adjust, my hands gripping the soft flesh of her hips. Then I started fucking, slow, careful strokes at first, pulling back until just the head stretched her ring before sliding back in. Each thrust made her enormous ass ripple and jiggle. The lube made wet, filthy sounds as I fucked her.

Tori pushed back to meet me. “That’s it… fuck my ass. Harder, Noah. I can take it.”

I picked up the pace, my hips slapping against her cheeks louder now. The way her beautiful ass bounced and clapped with every thrust was hypnotic. I spanked her right cheek hard, watching the red print bloom across the soft skin. She cried out in pleasure and shoved back even harder.

“Again! Spank my ass while you fuck it!”

I alternated cheeks, smacking them as I drove into her deeper. Her moans grew louder, muffled by the pillow.

“Tell me how it feels,” I groaned.

“So fucking full… your cock is stretching my asshole so good, baby. Don’t stop, wreck it.”

I lost myself in the rhythm. I fucked her harder, watching her massive ass shake and wobble wildly with every impact. The sight of my slick cock disappearing between those perfect, jiggling cheeks again and again pushed me closer to the edge. I reached under her and rubbed her swollen clit while I pounded her ass.

Tori started shaking. “I’m gonna cum… oh fuck, I’m cumming with your cock in my ass!”

Her asshole clenched violently around me as she came, squeezing and pulsing in powerful waves. The pressure was too much. I buried myself as deep as I could go, my balls pressed tight against her dripping pussy, and exploded.

I came hard, pulsing rope after thick rope of cum deep inside her raw ass. The orgasm hit me hard, my hips jerking as I flooded her asshole with everything I had. I kept thrusting through it, grinding deep, pumping every last drop into her until my balls were empty.

When I finally pulled out, her asshole stayed open for a second, red and glistening, before slowly contracting. A thick white trickle of my cum leaked out of her wrecked hole and ran down over her pussy lips. Tori reached back with one hand, spread her cheek, and pushed, forcing more of my load to drip out.

She looked back at me over her shoulder, flushed and satisfied, a wicked smile on her face.

“Mmm… good boy. You really filled Mommy’s friend’s ass up.” She wiggled her hips, making the cum leak even more. “I can feel it sloshing inside me.”

I collapsed beside her, breathing hard, my cock still twitching. Tori rolled onto her side and pulled me close, pressing her cum-filled ass against my spent dick. She kissed me softly, then whispered in my ear.

“Five more nights, baby… and I’m nowhere near done with you.”

I knew I was in Heaven.

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"A sex shop?" I raised an eyebrow at Kylee, who was playing passenger princess as I drove us west on I-80, heading past the suburbs.

"Mhm," she twirled one of her wavy locks around her index fingers, eyes glued to the slowly unfurling desert. Dust and shrubbery took over as the new builds sank into the distance.

"Couldn't go to one of the shops in town, huh?"

"What if someone recognized me? Or you?"

"Well, me--I don't care about that. But yeah, I get why you don't want to be seen walking into a sex shop." I looked over at her. She was dressed casually today--not in her typical skin-baring summer wear. Instead, she had an oversized navy hoodie on and a pair of matching sweat shorts.

It was a fairly long drive. Probably twenty miles outside the suburbs.

It stood alone on the side of the highway, with a vast gravel lot that I couldn't imagine ever holding more than a few cars at once.

I chuckled at the name--Latter Day Restraints--as I pulled in and parked

"Okay, so here's the plan." Kylee turned to face me with a devious look in her eyes.

"Oh, there's a plan now?"

"There's always been a plan, but you're on a 'need to know' basis."

"I hope to one day be promoted to an 'in the know' basis."

"Anyway, this shop has a glory hole." Her bright eyes darted from side to side as she said it, as if someone might overhear.

"What? No way. I didn't think that was still a thing."

"It's definitely a thing."

"Says you?"

"I mean, yes, listen I heard it has a glory hole. I don't know for sure. But, I mean, look at this place. Looks like it'd have one."

"Sure, I can see that."

"So, you're going to go in first. Then I'm going to follow after a couple of minutes. We don't know each other."

"Hold up--since when are you interested in glory holes?"

"It's a fantasy I've been tending to for a while--now stop interrupting!" She grabbed me by the shoulders. "Listen very carefully. We don't know each other. You're going to walk into wherever the glory hole is, which I trust you to figure out. I'm going to do the same."

My eyes went wide with understanding. "Ah, so..."

"Yes. I'm going to suck your beautiful cock through that glory hole."

Incredible.

"Okay, well, now I already have a hard on."

"Good! Keep it. I want it so very hard when you push it through that wall. Now, go!"

***

Despite it's cheeky name, Latter Day Restraints was a fairly typical sex shop. Dildos. Vibrators. Novelty gag gifts like penis lollipops, penis sweet tarts, penis gummies, penis headbands, And on and on. I imagined it would all be rather new and exciting to Kylee but I'd been in enough sex stores to know what to expect.

Of course, I'd never been in a shop with an actual glory hole. But as soon as I saw the sign for "private booths" above an unlit hallway at the rear of the store, I knew that Kylee had solid info. It was there, beyond the extensive, technicolor g-string collection that I found a row of nondescript doors. I opened one and entered a small viewing booth. It was definitely vintage and didn't seem operational anymore. I definitely didn't have change to find out. But what it did have was a crotch-high cutout in the wall, leading into the next booth.

I locked the door and waited.

A few minutes later, I heard a click in the booth next to mine.

She didn't say anything, but I knew it was Kylee. I recognized her breathing. I sat for a while, listening to what sounded like rustling and then--a soft moan.

I unzipped my jeans.

I was already hard. Pushing my pants to my ankles, I maneuvered my erection to the hole, pushed it through, and waited.

***

After a few seconds, I felt Kylee's tongue pressing against my frenulum. She was starting like that--with that perfect fucking flick she loved to do. I could tell it was her. Knew her moves. But it was a different experience, not being able to see and watch her. In a way, it made me hyper-focused on the physical sensation. I savored every twirl of her tongue as it traced the rim of my cockhead. Soon, I was inside her mouth, her soft lips closing around that very same rim as she began to suck my tip.

"Mmph," she moaned slightly as she began to take me up my shaft.

I pressed my palms against the walls of the small room, wishing they were in Kylee's hair.

She sucked deeper and I heard the sounds of slight gagging as she took me into her throat.

"More," a curt but firm command that she immediately obeyed.

My ballsack was pressed against the cool wall. I looked down at it, trying to imagine what Kylee must look like on the other side. Was she naked? Did she have a hand down her panties?

"Mmph, mmph, mmph," she went back and forth, taking my shaft into her throat and then pulling back to swirl her tongue around my tip.

"Deeper. All the way. And hold it while I count."
"Mhm," she replied, lips never leaving my cock. Kylee was now deliriously good at deepthroating. The first time she gave me head she could only take a few inches into her mouth, but now she could consistently take my shaft to its hilt, which she did--as much as possible with the wall between us--now.

"One...two...three..." I counted slowly, feeling Kylee's saliva pool along the underside of my shaft. The longer she held me, the more her spit started to wash forward in her mouth, running towards the base of my cock.

"Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen," I knew it was spilling over her bottom lip now. I could feel it. I pushed my hands hard against the wall, imagining they were grasping Kylee's head.

"Glu--uck," her throat constricted around me, trying to push me out.

"Thirty--good girl." I pulled back, giving her the smallest window to catch her breath, then pushed forward. I took control. Fucked her mouth through the wall. It was clear to me that her mouth was dripping spit from the noises my cock made pushing over her tongue.

"Fuck, this is going to make me cum."

"Mhm, mhm, please," small whiny pleas around my shaft.

Harder. Faster. Deeper. My fingers flexing into the wall the way they'd push against her scalp and then--"Agh!"

Cum shooting into her throat.

I kept going. Fucking her mouth even as my sticky cum filled it. I didn't stop until several seconds after the last convulsion. I felt her swallowing around me and I wondered if any had spilled down onto her shirt--or her tits, if she was naked.

I stopped, letting my soft cock hang on the other side of the glory hole. I felt Kylee's tongue again as she licked me clean. When she was done, I heard her smacking her lips. Finally, I pulled my flaccid cock back through the glory hole. Then I leaned down, spoke through the wall to her, "Bend over. Shove your pussy right here. I want to feel how wet you are."

"Mm," she moaned in response and quickly shifted. It wasn't the easiest positioning, but she was able to squeeze her thighs together and shove her pussy lips against the glory hole.

Kneeling down, I tried my tongue first, but I was only barely able to taste her with the wall between us. Still, she was delicious. Soaked. Needy. She pushed her ass back against the wall, trying to get more of my tongue inside of her. I flicked and teased her labia, but soon settled for my fingers.

I plunged my index finger inside her. Felt her gush around me. She moaned. I could feel a slight vibration and knew she was teasing her clit. Felt her fingers dip down near mine as she gathered her own wetness to use as lubricant. I added my middle finger and began to fingerfuck her as she aggressively circled her nub.

"Are you going to cum for me?"

"Uh-huh, ah, ah, I already came when you were in my throat."

"A second time then."

"Yes, please, don't stop, please."

Her juices running down either side of my fingers. Between them. Coating them. Sticky. Sweet. I felt her in my palm.

She was rolling her hips, grinding against me, and fuck it was so needy. My cock--hanging limply against my inner thigh--throbbed in response.

"Ah, ah, ah!" Kylee bucked her hips and I felt her clench around my fingers. She shoved herself back on me, shaking. After a few seconds, she shifted forward. My fingers hung through the glory hole, her juices dripping from them. I could tell she was shivering.

"Whew, that was--wow, I came hard." She spoke between pants.

"It was really, really hot," I agreed, pulling up my jeans. "Once you're ready, you go out first. I'll meet you back at the car."

"Okay, okay," she was still breathing heavily. "Give it, like, three or four minutes."

***

When I got back to the car, Kylee was slumped in the passenger seat with her hood up.

"Looking pretty suspicious," I teased her as I slid into the driver's side.

She looked at me with that sly smile, "I got something before I left."

"Oh?" I raised an eyebrow as she opened her purse and produced a thick pink dildo.

"Think it's as big as yours?"

"Probably close to it," I replied, taking the toy in my hand and feeling the weight of it.

"I want to give it a try."

I nodded, "With my help?"

"Always. I also purchased my first g-string."

I went slack-jawed for a moment, staring at Kylee and imagining what this g-string might look like on her. Regaining my composure, I nodded solemnly, "Thank you for an incredible day."

I could feel the pavement cooking the soles of my shoes, and my shirt stuck to my back, a matted mess. Amy and Faith seemed immune to the 90-degree day, chattering away like kids. How had I let them talk me into this?

The last 24 hours had been a blur. The only thing clear in my mind were images of Amy. 

Amy. Her silhouette cutting through the midday sun in her kitchen. Her hand plunging into the front of her pajama bottoms, fingers working at a breakneck pace. Her pussy juice soaking through the thin fabric, painting an abstract fresco between her legs. My hand holding on to my cock for dear life, trying to stop myself from bursting at the sight. All the while knowing that the physical distance between us was the only thing keeping me from doing something much, much worse.

When I’d gotten off the phone with Amy, I’d realized Faith had texted me about sleeping over at my place that night. I was drowning in shame and rationalization. I texted her back immediately saying yes, and offered to cook her dinner.

She came straight over from work at 8 pm, and immediately climbed into my bed with her laptop. I stood at the stove, stirring garlic in a pan, trying to convince myself I was a good partner to her. But she seemed unconcerned either way–when I walked into my bedroom with her dinner, she was fast asleep with her computer still on her lap.

The next morning I’d tried to find a way to back out of the shopping the three of us had planned, but Faith had snapped at me that I was being flaky.

Her words circled around my head. “Amy’s been really lonely, Will. She needs more friends, people in her life she can rely on.”

I searched for a defense, but she continued. “Amy’s been there for me to an insane degree this year. And if she’s there for me, that benefits both of us. But if you make her feel like the two of you are only friends because she and I are friends, that’s gonna make her really sad.”

I’d just nodded. What else could I do?

Now it was late morning. The crowds on the street were locked in battle with the sun to see who could generate more heat. 

Faith was wearing a tank top and tight jean shorts that showed off her ass, but Amy was dressed even sluttier, if that was possible. She’d chosen a white blouse and ruffled schoolgirl skirt that seemed to turn the heads of every person who walked past. 

Together, Faith and Amy bounced through the throngs of people, sending my defensive instincts off the charts. The girls seemed oblivious as I scanned the crowd ahead. I started at the sound of Faith squealing.

“Oooo, this is CUTE.”

Faith and Amy had stopped in front of a thrift shop. Vintage clothes lined the windows, and the colors were genuinely beautiful. My film editor brain logged the storefront as a potential future location.

“We HAVE to try on some pieces!!” Amy shook Faith’s hand excitedly. 

I pulled the door open and we walked in to find a massive space that belied the six by six window in front. Inside, it was closer to a small warehouse, and I tried to wrap my brain around the optical illusion I’d just experienced.

The aisles hummed with the energy of fellow 20-somethings looking for something special on their day off. The girls skipped to a rack and cooed, smitten with the clothes. 

I wandered several feet behind them, relishing the A/C and the break from the masses outside. I was dubious there was anything here I could wear.

“William, LOOK at this.” Faith called over to me, holding up a dress up to Amy’s torso. It looked straight out of a brothel in the Old West.

I tried to keep my voice even. “That’s…that’s pretty cool.”

“OK, but wouldn’t she look SO hot in this?” Faith looked at me insistently. Amy’s eyes twinkled. I was trapped.

“Totally.” My jaw was set. 

“Oh, my gosh, you’re such a downer! Can you try to be enthusiastic?” she retorted.

Amy saw my expression and jumped in, “It’s OK, Faith. Honestly, I don’t think I’d buy this unless I had someone to absolutely rail me in it.” 

Faith giggled, but Amy’s eyes bored into mine and she sighed dramatically. “Alas…”

I tried to redirect the conversation. “Sorry, baby, I do think it’s really awesome! Are you gonna try on any stuff for yourself?”

“Obviously,” Faith rolled her eyes. “We’re just getting started!”

She grabbed my arm, draping the dress over it, and began flipping through the rack. Amy’s eyes flitted toward me, and she sidled over.

“I’m just gonna squeeze by you here, Will.” I backed up to make room for her and she slid in front of me, brushing her ass against my crotch. I tried to back up more, and she arched her back and bent her knees ever so slightly, somehow finding the bulge of my cock in my jeans, and rubbing down the length of it.

“Fuck!” I stumbled backwards catching myself on the rack behind me, and the horizontal metal pole bent under my weight.

Faith turned around. “William!” She snapped. “What are you doing??”

I tried to gather myself as Amy continued down the aisle to my left, glancing back at me with an eyebrow raised and that fucking smirk. “Tripped,” I muttered. Faith shook her head.

The next half hour continued much the same, with Faith and Amy piling more and more clothes into my arms. Every few minutes, Amy managed to find an excuse to brush past me, her hands finding my stomach or my upper thigh to help herself by. The aisles seemed to be getting steadily narrower as the clothes got heavier and my cock got harder.

Finally, mercifully, Faith announced, “I think we should hit the dressing rooms!”

The fitting rooms were all the way at the back of the store, a long hallway with doors lining either side. A bored looking associate with a septum ring counted our items, gave up halfway through, and walked us to two rooms across from each other at the far end of the hallway.

Faith and Amy each disappeared into one and I was left in the middle of the hallway, questioning my life choices. 

I collapsed into a chair just outside Faith’s room. Across from me I could see Amy’s feet as she slipped out of her sneakers. Her toes arched and I saw her skirt fall to the floor.

Fuck. If I was being honest, I had never quite understood the foot fetish thing–but out of nowhere I was gawking at this girl’s feet, imagining my dick between them. 

I shook my head, trying to clear it, and reached for my phone. Surely someone on the internet was doing something interesting.

I heard creaking across from me and looked up to see Amy’s fitting room door hadn’t fully latched. It was inching open slowly, and I could see a sliver of the mirror in front of her.

My breath caught in my throat as the door drifted open another inch. Amy was fully naked except for her panties. 

She cupped her breasts in both hands, lifting them in the mirror, and then letting them slide from her fingers. I watched them bounce ever so slightly, and my eyes traveled down the lines of her stomach, to the crease where her hips met her legs.

My eyes drifted back up and suddenly she met my gaze. I froze, mortified. 

Amy smiled at me, and then turned slowly and bent over to pick something off the bench next to her. The way her panties bit into the curve of her ass made me want to leave teeth marks on her cheeks.

I heard the latch behind me jiggle and I jumped. Faith swung open the door of her fitting room and I spun to face her. “Hey, baby, I–”

Faith was staring at her phone, annoyed. 

“God dammit, I keep getting work calls.” She shook her head in frustration. “I have to step out, the music is too loud in here.”

She stepped past me and I momentarily panicked. But the door to Amy’s fitting room had magically closed.

Faith knocked. “Hey, girl, got anything good in there?”

Amy opened the door looking shy. She was wearing the first vintage dress Faith had picked out. My stomach dropped.

“Holy shit, girl. I’m telling you, you need to get that.” Faith snapped her fingers. 

“I don’t know…” Amy trailed off, but she smiled at me over Faith’s shoulder.

Faith held up her phone. “Work called me like three times, I have to go outside and call them back.”

Amy grinned and gave a little salute as Faith turned heel. Halfway down the hall, Faith called over her shoulder, “And for god’s sake, help Will find something!”

I stood there wishing I could find a clothes rack big enough to hide in.

“Need some help there, partner?” Amy had materialized at my side, gazing up at me. The corset was pushing her tits up to a ridiculous degree, and I could see straight down her dress.

I tried to avoid her gaze and motioned toward the end of the hall. “I guess I gotta get some new clothes, so I should probably go find the men’s…”

Amy’s demeanor changed, and she spoke quietly, “I don’t know what her problem is, I think you look great.” She tugged gently on the sleeve of my white t-shirt. “This shows off your arms really nicely.” She glanced down, “Though I will say, those jeans look a little tight.”

As she spoke, her fingers brushed my bicep and sent an electric shock through my body. I tensed and shifted backward. Amy’s body so close to mine was dangerous.

Her eyes narrowed. “Whoa, whoa. Why does it feel like you’re trying to get away from me right now? That doesn’t make me feel very good.”

“Amy, I’m just–” I was about to snap. I stopped and took a deep breath. “I think I’m just stressed.”

Her gaze softened again. “I feel like you’re upset. But I think, maybe…not at me?”

My walls crumbled. I finally let my eyes meet hers. I couldn’t reconcile everything that had happened in the last three days with how pure and well-intentioned she looked in that moment.

“Will,” she said. “Why don’t you just let yourself have a good time for a minute? You don’t have to listen to, like, some voice in your head telling you how you should or shouldn’t be.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” I shoved my hands in my pockets and looked away.

“Look. Let’s just go out there for a second. Let me help you pick out a couple pairs of pants and a couple shirts, and maybe we’ll find something fun that you actually like, OK?”

I stood silent for a moment. Then I gave a small nod. She beamed and grabbed my arm with both hands, pulling me towards the clothes. Amy chirped, “We’re coming back to those rooms!” as we passed the sales associate, but they were immersed in their phone.

After a few minutes among the racks, I realized the difference between shopping with Faith and shopping with Amy. I was actually having fun for once.

There was no pressure to fit someone else’s idea of how I should look. Amy held up piece after piece, describing in vivid (and sometimes scathing) detail each kind of person she thought might wear it. A vast array of characters and archetypes seemed burned into her consciousness. She poked fun of some of them, but many of them she spoke of affectionately, half-fantasies she’d spent her life getting to know.

Was this side of her always there? For a moment I had the thought that she was the inverse of Faith–rather than a natural entertainer and people-pleaser who turned brusque when we were alone, Amy was acerbic in crowds, “scary” according to Faith’s other friends. But here now, just the two of us, I found myself reveling in her sweetness.

By the time we’d found a few potential fits for me, we were both laughing and I’d almost let myself forget my frustrations with Faith. We made our way back down the long hallway, Amy still in her dress. 

I stepped into the fitting room where Faith had left her things, set the clothes down on the bench, and turned to close the door—only to find Amy standing in front of me. She stared up at me and clicked the lock behind her.

“Show me,” she commanded, pointing her finger like a duchess. 

“Amy…” I chuckled nervously.

“Will, it is my responsibility to help you find something you like. How can I do that if I’m not here to watch you?”

I sucked in my breath. She was standing so, so close. 

“OK, just… Turn around?”

She sighed dramatically and rolled her eyes. “Whatever.” She turned toward the wall half-heartedly.

I peeled off my t-shirt first, and grabbed one of the button-downs from the pile. I barely had it over my shoulders when Amy turned back to me.

“Oooo, I like this.” She grabbed the plackets and pulled the shirt together, carefully beginning to button it from the bottom up.

I opened my mouth to protest, but gave up. Her fingers brushed my stomach and her eyes wandered from the shirt buttons to my chest.

“You, um…” For once, Amy was the one searching for words. She bit her lip. “You might not fit into this.”

“Honestly, I think you might be right.” I watched her fingers pause on the third button.

“I don’t think I realized how hard you’ve been hitting the gym.” She gawked for a second longer, then made to fasten the next button, but the shirt strained tight across my chest. 

Looking back up at me, she stifled a laugh. “Ok, so not this one!” Her fingers moved back down my stomach, undoing the shirt far more quickly than she’d buttoned it. She reached up and peeled it from my shoulders. 

I tried to protest, “Amy, you don’t have to–” but she already had it off me and tossed it to the bench.

She stood back, admiring her handiwork. “Ok, next!”

I grabbed a henley from the pile and pulled it on before she could offer to help. Her eyes lit up.

“Ooo, wait, I really like this one.”

I turned to the mirror. OK, damn. It actually looked great on me. The fabric draped off my chest and shoulders, loose-fitting, but still outlining my muscles in a way that seemed effortless.

“You know this might be the first time I’ve ever tried on a shirt and felt, um…hot?” I admitted sheepishly.

“Will. What?” Amy looked genuinely angry for a moment, and I was taken aback.

“I–I just mean–” I was confused. Had I upset her?

“That’s fucked up.” She said flatly.

“Sorry, I don’t–”

“You are so fucking hot.” She glared at me as if she was daring me to disagree. I was silent, and she continued, “Like ridiculously, fuckably, dangerously hot. How have you never felt hot?”

“I don’t know, we live in LA, everybody here is a model! I’m just some nerd from Oregon who’s into cameras.”

She shook her head, still visibly upset. “You sound so dumb right now.” 

“What??” 

“That’s not what I–” Amy stopped herself. “What I’m trying to say is that someone should be telling you every fucking day how sexy you are. Until you fucking believe it.”

I had never experienced the sensation before of my heart melting and my dick getting hard at the same time.

I sat down on the bench. I didn’t know what else to do. I felt defeated, turned-on, and nervous all at once. And I was scared for her to see any of it.

“Sorry if that got…corny.” Amy was watching me, trying to read my expression. Then her eyes fell to the pile of clothes, and she grinned. “OK, now pants!”

I burst out laughing. I couldn’t help it. 

“You’re so excited,” I said. “You’re never like this.”

“Don’t always have something worth being excited about.” Her grin was mischievous.

“OK, OK,” I said. “Turn around again.”

She tossed her hands in mock frustration and turned halfway toward the wall.

“All the way,” I said.

“Rude,” she replied and dramatically placed a hand over her eyes to shield them.

I sighed and unbuttoned my jeans, carefully fishing my rock-hard erection from the leg, then prising them the rest of the way off. 

I grabbed the first pair of slacks from the top of the pile, and pulled them on as quickly as I could.

I glanced in the mirror. Jesus. I had them halfway over my ass and my cock was keeping them from going all the way up. I tried to adjust and push my shaft down against my thigh, but the thin wool made it look even more absurd.

“Why are you making me wait??” Amy whined, and she whipped back around, dropping her hand from her eyes.

“Amy, wait–” I tried to yank  my shirt down to cover my crotch but it was too late.

“Oh, they’re so nice–OH.” Her mouth dropped. “Wow, that’s just–” She sucked in her breath, trying to keep a straight face, “...and I thought your jeans were tight.”

I tried to pull myself together. “Right, OK, so not these.”

Amy hesitated. “Wait, I mean, they do look good, though.” She stepped toward me. “Let’s just get them all the way up.”

Before I could say anything, she had a hand on either side of my waistband, tugging the pants up inch by inch.

“Amy, shit.” I reached for my hard-on with a pained expression on my face.

“Oh, my god!” She looked down. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

Suddenly both her hands were on my erection, cupping it as if to keep it safe. She clutched it gently and curled her fingers around my shaft.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “Amy, that’s…”

“Sorry, sorry!” She stepped back. “I just–it was instinctual.”

I was pulsing from her touch, but I tried to shake it off. 

Amy had her hand over her mouth. I couldn’t tell if she was embarrassed or laughing. She flicked open her phone, and before I could react she took a picture.

“Amy, what the fuck??” I was on the edge of freaking out.

“No, but they do look really good, Will!” She waved me backwards. “Just let me get a picture for reference.”

“Amy, we can’t, I’m–look at me!” I whispered loudly, motioning to my crotch.

“I’m looking,” she smirked. “Relax, it doesn’t even come through in the picture.”

I paused, trying to decide if I should be offended. Amy snapped another picture.

“You should definitely get dress pants like these in the future,” she insisted. “Maybe just a size up…”

“Fine.” I kneaded my forehead. “Can I please just take these off?”

Amy nodded. But instead of turning to the wall, she dropped to a crouch in front of me, curled her fingers into the top of my waistband, and yanked straight down.

My pants dropped to my knees, and my erection sprung fully out from the bottom of my boxers and hit Amy square in the face. She gasped at the impact.

“Fuck!” I jumped back, stammering an apology. “I’m sorry!! That was–

Amy’s hand moved like lightning. She reached up and grabbed my throbbing hard-on where it stuck out from the leg of my boxers, putting a finger to her lips. “Shhh,” she whispered.

I didn’t move a muscle. Amy’s hand was wrapped around my shaft. Her fingers rested on the large vein that ran along the top of my dick, and her thumb pressed gently into the underside of my head. She was staring at my length, face red where it had hit her cheek, holding me tight. 

I couldn’t believe it. Images I’d tried to scrape from inside my brain were coming to life in front of me, whether I liked it or not.

She lifted my bare cock upward and turned it slightly to the side, inspecting it. 

“Holy shit,” she muttered and her eyes followed the slight curve of my shaft to my head. It was leaking pre-cum.

“Fuck, Will.” She looked up at me. “Feeling it through your pants does not do it justice. Now I understand why Faith was struggling.”

My face fell. Amy saw it, and immediately she looked guilty.

“I didn’t mean it like that. I promise.”

I clenched my jaw.

“Will, you have to understand. I…I think your cock is beautiful.”

Beautiful? I blushed, and my cock grew harder in her hand.

Amy felt me swelling. “Jesus fucking Christ.” She murmured. “Will, anyone who’s complaining about this is looking a gift horse in the mouth.”

Still embarrassed, I tried to yank my underwear back over my erection. This needed to stop now. Before it got any worse.

Amy clutched me harder, and a look of desperation crossed her face. 

She brought her other hand up and rested it on my stomach. “Will, please. I’m sorry. Let me show you. Let me show you how you should be worshiped. Please.”

My brain was screaming at me. This is it. You can’t come back from this. If you let this happen, there’s no world where you can explain it away.

I could feel the adrenalin in my stomach. Amy’s eyes were searching mine. 

“Look, just–please just let me just take care of this for you. We literally can’t have you walking around in the store like this.” She waved frantically toward the door. “You’re going to get arrested.”

I couldn’t speak. She had been teasing me, groping me, provoking me for hours, days at this point. My brain was a lust-fueled haze.

I watched as Amy brought her other hand to my cock and wrapped her finger around the base of the shaft. She tightened her grip, and we both groaned as a long trail of pre-cum poured from my tip. 

She spoke softly, deliberately.. “If it doesn’t feel good…you can tell me to stop.” 

She peeked up at me shyly, and began to massage my dick slowly with both hands, from the base to the head. 

Once. Then twice. She kept stroking. More pre-cum dripped from the head, pooling on the floor in front of her.

She broke her gaze only to study the thick trail hanging from my cock. Her lips parted. She stretched out her tongue and caught it midair

I watched the string of pre-cum break and collect on her tongue. She followed it upward with her mouth, till she reached the head of my cock. Her eyes slid back up to meet mine as she opened her mouth as wide as she could, and sunk down onto me.

I saw stars and my knees shook. My hand flailed to grab something, anything to support myself, and I managed to brace myself between the two walls.

I couldn’t believe the sight.

Amy’s lips stretched obscenely around my cock. She continued to pump me with both hands, saliva trickling from her mouth and coating my shaft. I could see her breathing through her nose, struggling to take more than the head in her mouth. 

Her cheeks hollowed. The thought entered my mind that she was sucking me. She wasn’t just placing me in her mouth and moving her head up and down. She looked like she wanted to inhale me. To drink me.

Suddenly, she let go of my cock and grabbed my ass cheeks with both hands. She pulled me toward her, forcing me deeper into her mouth. 

Her tongue caressed the bottom of my shaft as I hit the back of her throat. A half-moan, half-gurgle escaped her windpipe. The sound hit a switch inside me.

“Will??”

FUCK. NO. Holy shit. Faith’s voice echoed in the hallway, her steps approaching the door.

I grabbed Amy by the shoulders to pull her off me. She shook her head slightly, still holding me in her mouth. I felt her teeth graze my shaft.

Hands clasped on my ass cheeks, she swiftly maneuvered me 90 degrees so I was facing the bench. She rose slightly from her crouched position, and sat on the bench.

“Will, are you in there?” Faith knocked on the door. I could hear Amy was breathing through her nose, refusing to relinquish my cock.

I hesitated far too long. “Hey…” I finally managed weakly.

“Um, hi! Can I come in??” Faith rattled the locked handle. My heart jumped into my throat. I watched Amy quietly lift her feet from the floor so she was perched on the bench, legs crossed.

“I’m, um, trying something on.”

“Well, I want to see, show me!” 

I tried to steady my breath. “I’m just in my underwear right now, baby, I don’t want to flash the whole store.” 

“Will there’s literally no one around, just let me in!” Frustration creeped into her voice. 

Amy’s eyes narrowed at me. She looked almost angry. Slowly she dragged her mouth up the length of my shaft. My whole body twitched and she immediately sank back down on my cock.

“Fuck.” The word sprang from my mouth on its accord. 

“What??” Faith was taken aback.

The corners of Amy’s mouth twitched as she began to bob up and down on me again. 

I felt feverish. The orgasm I had been seconds away from was building in me again. An emulsion of fear, lust, and adrenalin took hold in my body.

I stumbled over my words, trying to save it. “Faith, can you—would you please just hang on one minute and let me put this on?”

Silence hung in the air. Amy moved faster on my cock. I cleared my throat to try to cover the sound.

Finally, Faith sighed, and stepped back from the door. “Whatever.” I heard her turn toward the other fitting room. “Hey, Amy!”

Amy grabbed my cock with both hands and extracted it from her mouth, pumping. Her eyes widened into an innocent expression. 

That was all it took.

I bit my tongue to stifle a groan, and I felt my whole body convulse. Cum launched from my cock like a canon, painting Amy’s face, her lips. She closed her eyes, reveling in it, then opened them again, watching my face as she continued to stroke more from me.

I thought I might pass out. My legs buckled underneath me, and my cock flung another rope across her tits. They shuddered and quaked in her corset, and the sight heaved one last torrent of cum from me, a flood this time, raining down her neck and dribbling down between her breasts.

Still, Amy pumped me. My body trembled and I shook my head, mouthing silently. It felt like my balls were being turned inside out. My vision went fuzzy and I gripped a clothes hook to try to stay upright.

“Will, fuck’s sake, where is Amy?” Faith was back at my door, knocking again.

“I…uh…ah.” The muscles in my face had apparently died. Through half-closed eyes, I watched Amy grip my cock with both hands and pat it on her outstretched tongue, smiling at me. “I don’t..know. I think she was—went to look for…different pants.”

I felt like I was slurring.

“Are you OK?” Faith sounded more annoyed than concerned.

“Yeah.” My voice was guttural. “Just…tired.”

I shut my eyes hard and opened them again. Amy sat prim and proper in front of me, covered in every ounce of stress, frustration and lust I’d held for the last two days. 

I should have been terrified. But in that moment I resigned to my fate. 

There was no way we were getting out of this. There was too much cum. Too much mess.

Faith sighed again, longer and more dramatic this time. “Fine! Jesus. I’m gonna go find Amy.”

Amy tilted her head down marveling at the deluge between her tits. She twirled two fingers through a long rope of cum draped across her cleavage, gathering as much as she could. She made sure I was watching as she sucked them into her mouth.

Faith’s footsteps receded back down the hall, fading into the distance, and Amy let out a quiet whimper as she let her fingers drop from her lips. She swallowed deep, a look of contentment on her face.

“You–you’re…” I was speechless. I collapsed on the bench next to her, obliterated.

Amy smirked and turned to look at herself in the mirror. Her smirk turned to a look of a shock. “Holy fuck, Will. There’s SO much.”

I nodded vaguely. My brain was mud.

Amy greedily scooped more cum from her face and tits, bringing her fingers to her mouth every few seconds to clean them. I watched her, delirious, as she hummed to herself. “Mm, thank you, Will.”

My cock staggered. The gratitude in her voice was so genuine.

Finally, she grabbed one of the crop-tops from Faith’s pile of clothes, and mopped up what was left on her neck and chest.

I didn’t even have the energy to protest as she cracked open the door and poked her head out to see if the coast was clear. Something in the back of my brain feebly registered how insane it was that she didn’t make me check instead. But she slipped out of the fitting room and across the hall to hers, shutting the door gently. 

The quiet click of the latch seemed to reverberate off the walls far more loudly than it should have. 

I buried my head in my hands. Failure. The word repeated on a loop in my mind.

I’d promised myself. Swore I wouldn’t let this happen. And somehow I’d just given up.

But then another thought began to take hold. Something I couldn’t shake, I couldn’t push back down. 

Better. What Amy had just made me feel was better than anything I’d ever felt with Faith…or ANYONE for that matter. I didn’t even know it was possible to cum that much. Or that hard.

But it didn’t matter. This was WRONG. I could never end things with Faith. I loved her far too much. And even if I did—if she ever found out about Amy, it would absolutely decimate her.

However much I had let things happen, I couldn’t let it go an inch further. This was it.

I recognized the sounds of Faith’s footsteps again.

“I have no idea where Amy went.” Faith said flatly.

“I’m right here!” Amy piped up. I heard her open the door. “Ta-da!” She paused. “Wait…were you looking for me?”

“Amy, I just—“ The irritation was palpable in Faith’s voice, but I heard her hesitate. “I…think we just missed each other.”

I finally pushed open my door. I was still sporting the blue henley, and I’d pulled on the second pair of jeans Amy had found me.

Faith looked over at me, “About damn ti—oh, whoa. Baby, you look…really good.”

“Thanks,” I croaked. 

Faith turned her attention back to Amy, who had somehow portaled herself into a skintight, sparkly black bodysuit. She twirled for Faith. “What about me, hmm?”

“Yeah, wow. I mean, you both do.” She peered closer at Amy. “Actually, Amy, for some reason your skin looks incredible right now.”

“Yeah??” Amy pretended to be bashful and fanned her face.

“Yes, girl! You’re, like…dewy. You look amazing.”

“Oh, my god, thank you!” Amy skipped to the large 3-way mirror next to us at the end of the hall and turned side-to-side, examining her reflection.

Faith nodded, “Yeah, whatever you’re doing—keep doing it.”

Amy glanced at the mirror to her left and caught me watching her in the reflection. She stared at me, and she licked her lips.

“Oh, I will.”

I was travelling back home to see my family after leaving for college 6 years ago, and I was out for a walk in my old hometown. I needed to get away from my folks for a little while. As I walked, a sudden storm came over, and within minutes, I was soaking wet. 

A car was pulling into a driveway just down the way, stepping out was this late 40's woman, stunning red hair, in what looked like a Red dinner dress. She saw me trying to outrun the rain, pulled out an umbrella and came to meet me. 
“You look soaking wet. Please come up to my porch, escape the rain.”
Desperate for some release from the deluge of rain, I followed her. 
Something was familiar about this woman, her voice especially. I couldn't recognise it at first, but I started to feel something I had not felt for a long time, 
As I followed her, the rain started to catch her too, and for a moment, as the water soaked into her dress a little, it conformed to her body, and her immaculate curves, 

As we stepped up onto her porch, and the rain thundered down, she exclaimed, “Wait, I know you, you're Jason, you were in my English class a few years ago”, trying to speak over the deluge.
Still not fully able to recognise her in the rain and especially with the dress forming around her larger ass and breasts, I was unable to completely place her, until this moment when I caught her eyes looking into mine, “Quick, come inside, you can wait out the rain a little if you would like”

She brought me inside out of the rain. As I carefully entered the house, I looked around, racking my brain as to what class she was talking about, then it came to me. Now I recognised her, she was my old English teacher, Miss Forsythe, and to top things off, I remember having a crush on her as the nerdy teenager I was. She put away her umbrella and turned on a light “The bathroom is just over there, we have to get you out of those before you catch a cold” I moved to the bathroom, soaking wet, and she followed close behind. 
“Look, have a shower, and hand me your clothes. I’ll be just in the other room, and I will find you something from my ex to wear”
I had known she had a boyfriend when I was younger, but she never married.
I had always wondered what happened to her, and here she was.
She followed me into the bathroom, which caught me off guard, but before I could say anything, she said, “oh your practically shaking”, and reached for the bottom of my drenched shirt, and pulled it up. She pulled it to her sink and wrenched it out, she said “Quick out of those clothes, we don't want you to get sick” 
I was shaking, and she was right, I went to pull down my pants, and was left in my underwear. As I handed her my pants, standing in my underwear, she smiled a little, 
“And the rest”, she stood there, her hand out expectingly, her eyes forever lingering.
Could this be happening? Could I strip in front of my old English teacher? 

Something about the way she was looking at me, and how she followed me into the bathroom. I found myself more excited than I was expecting, maybe it was remnants of boners long past, but my cock seemed Adamant this was the right time to be erect. 
I was trying to hide it as I took off my underwear, but she just gave me a little smile,
As she took all my clothes in her hand, she seemed to look me up and down for a moment, and said, 
“The towel is just there.  I’ll be in the other room if you need me”
She left with my clothes in hand, and I had a cold shower to try and calm down whatever excitement was waking in me.
Miss Forsythe was stunning, and my mind was fighting not to think about her in that dress, letting the cold water wash that away. 

After I finished my shower, I reached for the towel, only to notice it was much too small to wrap around my waist. It was a washcloth at best, maybe enough to cover my cock, as long as I didn't get excited again.
I could hear music coming from another room now, some soothing jazz of some kind. 
I walked to the door, seeing that it had been left slightly ajar, I spoke, trying to get her attention, “Miss Forsythe, are there more towels?”
After a second, I hear her say
“Oh, right, I’ll be there in a moment” 
I stood there, realising that I was going to have to cover up as best I could to be polite. I was just happy I wasn't still erect otherwise, this washcloth wouldn't hide a thing. 

As she approached the bathroom, she began to say, 
“I was just getting out of that dress, I got a little wet helping you in” she rounded the corner wearing a vibrant red lace lingerie set, and immediately I felt the wash cloth starting to fail me, she looked stunning, the red on her pailer skin thr hint of freckles along her body, she stood there holding a rolled towel in her hand, 
She had caught me taking the sight of her in. I noticed her smile as she reached out for the towel, “Dry up, looks like the storm is going to stick around for a bit, you picked a day to go out for a walk”
She stood watching me dry myself, trying to hide my growing erection. 
I tried to play it off sputtering.
“What's it been, 8 years since graduation?” She just smiled a little more as she nodded, standing in the doorway, watching me
I continued, “not how I expected to see you again” 
I averted my eyes, trying not to look at her body as she stood there watching me. My erection was getting out of hand, 

“Quite the chance encounter, isn't it, Jason, although I think you have brought some excitement to my otherwise mundane evening”, Miss Forsythe said, her piercing eyes lingering over me. 

I finished drying myself and went to wrap my towel around my lower half. She stepped further into the bathroom and grabbed the front of the towel before I could fasten it, 

“while we wait for your clothes to dry you can stay here” She pulled in closer as I went to tuck the towel in to hold it “Sadly I don't have anything that would fit your…” she stopped to look at me, I felt her nails run along my waist line, she bit her lip a little, and finished her thought “immaculate form” 

I stood there in shock, as my cock began to throb as if all the Erections of my past from seeing her in class came back at once
“You can stay, as long as you are naked. I want to enjoy my guest's company as I see fit”

In high school, I had a small stutter, especially when I got a little excited, but I thought I had outgrown that years ago, but like my teenage self had come back to haunt me, I stuttered, 
“Miss Forsythe, I…” she smiled and leaned in closer, running her nails down my body,
“You're free to leave now, Naked if you would like, but I think you'll have more fun if you stay”
She then moved past me in the bathroom. Sliding her hand ever so close to my throbbing cock. 
“Well, I'm going to have a shower, you can wait in the living room”, she then ushered me out of the bathroom, and closed the door behind me, 

My mind was racing. Is this real? Am I going to hang out naked with my old English teacher? 
I walked down to the living room, where there was a reading lounge with a cover over it, and an old-fashioned armchair across from it, between them a coffee table.
Along the wall were degrees and shelves of books. What caught my eye was a painting, which was out of place at first. The painting looked like silver blobs on an otherwise blue canvas, but there was something erotic about the painting. As I looked closer. I heard Miss Forsythe come out into the lounge room. 
“I painted that with my body, you remember Mrs Ainsley, the art teacher, we painted that together, well, she painted me”
I turned to see Miss Forsythe in a short silk nightdress, with small, delicate straps and a lace trim. Instinctively, I covered my regrowing erection. And she smiled and walked over. 
She slid her hand along my back and turned me around to face the painting. 
She gently pulled my hands away from my cock and whispered into my ear, 
“I don't want to see you hide yourself anymore. If you do, I'll have to punish you”
Her hand slid down my front from behind, and she grabbed my cock and started to tease,
As I looked down at her hand, I felt my head pulled back up to look at the painting; she had grabbed my hair with her free hand.
“Look at the curves in the painting”, she said, teasing my tip
“Can you see where my nipples are, as they pressed against the canvas?”  she said,d pressing her breasts against my back, only separated by the silk dress. 
Like the horny little schoolboy I once was, I stuttered, Yes,s I… “
Her hand grabbed my hair harder as she started to stroke my cock fast,
“This is how tonight could go, if you say yes to my next question, your cock is mine for the night, you cum only when I tell you to, or you will be punished…” she kept stroking but slowed to tease me, she could tell I was really enjoying it, so she started to toy with my tip again, 
“You do everything I ask you to when I ask, and if you're good, you will be rewarded. Importantly, you do not touch without permission, not me or yourself. If I see your hand on your cock without my say so, you will be reprimanded"
I felt my legs shaking as she continued to tease my cock, 
“If you say yes, you're mine for tonight, if you say yes your my toy” 
She licked my ear as she started to stroke again, using my precum as a little lube, 
“Now you could cum now, and we will end our fun here, or you can hold it, and the night will begin” 
Her other hand grabbed my ass as she finally asked, 
“Are you going to pledge your orgasm to me?” I felt the old teenage me bursting with excitement. I was starting to get close, but I fought it with every part of me
“Are you going to hold it  for when I tell you?”
She said in my ear as she moved faster for a but a moment, 
“Are you going to be a Good boy?”
As if my cock had spoken for me, I stammered out 
“Yes”, and she just stopped, 
Pulled away her hands and moved beside me, watching my cock dribble with precum, 
“That better be only precum!” She said, as she collected a little with her fingernail,
She brought it to her lips and put her finger in her mouth, 
“Let the games begin,”

My cock was raging, I was on the edge, 
And Miss Forsythe was intoxicating, 
She then moved toward her kitchen, 
“Follow me,” she said, 
And without recourse, I did, we went to her kitchen, and she gestured for me to move over to the island counter, its stone top was cold against my bare ass. 
“It's been some time, Jason. Where has life taken you?” she asked, taking some cheese out of the refrigerator.
“I went away to study, got my degree,” I responded, watching her, 
She continued to talk about our old English class, but I was suddenly distracted as she bent down next to me to collect a wine bottle from under the table, 
I could see a glimpse of her breasts down her blouse, and my mind started to wander.
She then asked me something, and I nodded, unaware of what she had asked so casually. 
I snapped back to reality as she said, 
“So you're staying with your parents while you're in town?” 
“Yes”, I responded, trying to break from my stuttering past. 
It was then, like a switch had flicked, her voice changed, more like it was when we looked at her painting, more sultry and with purpose, 
“When was the last time you had been with a woman?” She opened her wine bottle.
I was ashamed to say this; it had been a while, my last girlfriend had cheated on me and in truth, that was why I had come home, but I didn't know if I was ready to talk about it, 
It's as if Miss Forsythe could tell she had hit a nerve, as said in that voice. 
“Jerk off, and tell me”
Confused at first, I was reluctant, but she just started to pour her glass of wine, 
“Hurry up” 
I reached down to my cock, which was starting to soften at the thought of a serious topic and started to play, 
“It's been 3 months,” I stated, my cock confused. I fumbled it in my hands to get him back to full strength. 
Miss Forsythe could see I was struggling, so she lifted the bottom of her short dress to reveal she wasn't wearing anything else, 
“Speak up jason, a good boy speaks clearly”
My cock was no longer shy at the subject, and I opened up
“My girlfriend and I were going different directions, and it was a rough breakup. I needed to get away for a while” 
I stumbled to explain as I was starting to enjoy playing with myself. Miss Forsythe dropped the edge of her dress and took another sip of her wine. As she swallowed, I could feel my heart racing. Then she said 
“Stop” 
Caught off guard, I kept playing a little. She put down her glass and looked at me with a powerful presence, 
“Are you being naughty?” 
I slowed to a stop, and she watched as I pulled my hands away. 
She came closer and ran her fingers over the tip of my cock, I could feel the hope that she was going to tease and edge me more, but she slapped my cock, and said, 
“Naughty boys get punished. I won't be so lenient next time”
She then grabbed my balls with her hand and said 
“What I say, when I say” 
I nodded yes, and she let go.
I had never had a woman slap my cock or grab my balls in such a way, but it awakened something in me, 
I was at war with myself, as suddenly I wanted to be a little naughty to feel it again. 
I felt like I was going insane. Whatever Miss Forsythe was doing to me, whatever it was, I liked it more than I was expecting. 
She then picked up her wine glass and said,
“Cut the cheese into bite-sized pieces for me” 
She moved out of the way and led me to the cheese board. There were about 4 different cheeses there, with a knife, so I started to prepare as she requested. 
“Life seems to throw us all ups and downs, doesn't it, Jason?” 
She sat at the other side of the counter, 
Letting the straps of the dress slip down her shoulder, 
“Tonight was supposed to be date night for me, but my date did not show” 
As she held a wine glass in one hand, I saw her other hand slip down beneath the counter, under her dress. She saw my eyes linger, and she shook her head, “Concentrate on the cheese, Jason, presentation is important!”
I remember her saying something similar in her class…
“Presentation is important" was a common phrase in her class
She started to do something under the counter, but I remained focused on preparing the cheese. 

She seemed to be playing with herself, stopping whenever I looked up to see her. 
“Tell me about your degree,” she asked while I started slicing the Gouda 
I began to explain my degree and even made a casual joke about how I hadn't had as impactful a teacher since her. 
She smiled a little and then let out a slight moan. I stopped to look up as she was clearly enjoying herself, not really listening. 
Then her phone rang, 
It was set on the countertop 
She stopped playing and said
“Come round here now”
I walked around the table to her, seated on the stool, 
“You've been doing good”
She pulled up her fingers from her pussy and put them in my mouth, 
“You deserve to be rewarded a little”, as I tasted her on her fingers, she pushed me down onto my knees and pulled my head into her soaking wet pussy. 
“taste me”
I started to lick and play with her pussy,
The taste of her juices is divine on my tongue,
 The feeling of her labia on my tongue as I moved up to her clit, I heard her pick up the still ringing phone, 
“Mary, how are you?” 
Was she taking the call? I kinda saw it as a challenge as I continued to tease her clit softly with the tip of my tongue.
“The date was a wash… but I found something else to entertain me” 
She grabbed my head with her other hand, pulling me in closer 
“Oh, it's a good one, a real nostalgic joy, and this one has a little skill”
She looked at me as she listened  to the other end, biting her lip a little 
“Well, he's almost done preparing our cheese, so we will see you soon” 
She said, breaking a little between words, 
I faltered for a second, ‘see who soon’ 
Miss Forsythe fumbled a little to hang up the phone, moaning, as she seemed  close to completion, but she pulled my head away and said
“You're better than I expected, Jason. If you're a good boy, you'll get to taste more soon”
She collected herself as she got up off the stool, moved over to the fridge, and pulled out some olives and strawberries, 
She pulled out a strawberry from the pack, and as I tried to get up, she pushed me back to my knees and rubbed the strawberry along my lips, with her juices on my face,
She then ate it and said, 
“Clean up, you have strawberries to cut”, and she poured another glass of wine as I got up and cleaned my face at her sink, 
“Mary will be here soon, you remember Mrs Ainsley, she will like you” I dried my hands and looked to her, unsure about another of my high school teachers seeing me like this.
I remembered Mrs Ainsley, as the outgoing art teacher, though I never really had her classes. Miss Forsythe unpacked the strawberries and handed me the olive jar to open, 
“When she gets here, you will do whatever she says as if she were me, but to cum you must have my permission. Is that going to be a problem?” 
I felt all the anxiety hit me at once. I stuttered and failed to respond as I twisted open the olive jar. 
Miss Forsythe could see I was unsure, she then approached me from behind once again, 
Her hands wrapping around my hips, teasing closer to my cock, 
“If it's too much, and you don't think you will be able to service us both, tell me now, and I will give you release” 
She slid her hand down to my cock, teasing it once again. 
“But if you release now, you won't taste me any more, and our fun is over”
She ran her tongue over my neckline, 
“Are you going to give up now, Jason? Do you want release?”
She started to play faster, 
I dropped the lid of the olive jar and shakily put the olive jar down,
I had a decision to make, and I had to make it quickly… 

The war in my mind was raging. 
The anxious little nerd was losing his mind while the now-adult me was trying to remain calm. When would I ever get a chance like this again? 
Miss Forsythe was as beautiful as I remembered, even more so now with such a presence, but could I handle Mrs Ainsley as well? 
As I could feel myself getting closer and my decision about to make itself, I sputtered, 
“No, I can be good” 
Miss Forsythe stopped, pulled her hands back and ran her nails against my back. 
“And you'll serve Mrs Ainsley?” 
She slid her left hand across my ass as she rounded to stand beside me, and turned, resting her ass against the island countertop. 
“But your Orgasm is mine, She said, sliding her hand over the tip of my cock, sampling more of my precum, bringing it to her lips and tasting it. 

She sat there and watched my body as I cut strawberries and put the olives on the dish,
I felt her eyes lingering over me as she watched on, occasionally asking a mundane question, while running a finger along my body, 
As I put everything on the platter, the doorbell rang. It was then that Mrs Forsythe grabbed my cock and pulled me to face her, 
“Now I'm going to go get the door; you best be a good boy and contain yourself” 
She slid her hand down to cup my balls and slowly gripped them. I felt completely at her mercy, and my cock pulsed with excitement, 
“Prepare two glasses of  this wine, and when I call for you, bring them to the lounge”
She walked away, letting her hand slip slowly from my balls to the tip of my cock. 
As she left the room, a small sense of reality and anxiety came rushing in, 

What was I doing? Was I really about to serve 2 of my high school teachers naked? 
But suddenly, where there was once the remnants of my teenage nerdy self, he had now been replaced, with a subservient, committed man wanting to please this intoxicating goddess that was Mrs Forsythe, 
I could not grasp what she had done to me; the part of my mind that was trying to play it cool was now lost in confusion, and I found this new drive to please controlling me. So I stood there, completely naked, a full cheese board and two glasses of wine on the Island countertop, I looked down at my throbbing cock, 
The temptation to play with myself was so strong, I almost did, until I heard the door open and Mrs Ainsley spoke,
“Did I miss any of the fun?” Her voice was just as I remembered, sweet and full of life and spirit. I began to remember what she used to look like and why she was the lust of many of my fellow students. 
“I may have tested this one's oral skills, and he's much better than I expected” 
They laughed a little as I stood there and felt my cock beginning to rest a little as I started to let the seeds of doubt and anxiety soften my cock, what if I could not find myself aroused by Mrs Ainsley, as I had so profoundly by Miss Forsythe, what if I let them down, 
It was then I heard “Oh, I didn't mention, you may recognise this one, it's a bit nostalgic, dare I say?” There was a slight pause, then.
“Jason”, Miss Forsythe said, and I knew that was my cue. I grabbed the glasses and started walking them to the lounge. However, I found myself slowing as I worried they would be disappointed in my soft, anxious cock. like I wasn't presenting well enough.
It was like Miss Forsythe used to say, ‘presentation is everything,’ and I did not feel very presentable,
I rounded the corner to find Miss Forsythe lying on her reading lounge,  and standing next to her, looking over the books was Mrs Ainsley, and my worries slipped away as I saw what she was wearing,
Mrs Ainsley was a dream to behold; she was wearing a leather lingerie set that left her pussy open and her beautiful, supple breasts silhouetted by the leather straps, her nipples only covered by little black covers. As all my worries melted away, my cock began to present proudly and strongly. Mrs Ainsley, seeing me grow at the sight of her, looked me up and down.
“My, the Swan you have become, Jason”, she remembered me, which caught me off guard.
I walked the glasses of wine over to give Mrs Forsythe hers first. As I walked closer to her, she reached out, took her glass and put it down on the coffee table. As I went to turn to give Mrs Ainsley her glass, I felt Miss Forsythe's hand grab my cock, and I halted. Turning  back to her as she controlled my dick like a joystick, 
I felt Mrs Ainsley approach me from behind, one hand grasping my ass, the other slipping along my arm to claim her glass of wine. 
Mrs Forsythe moved us both along to the couch, and she sat so my cock was close to her face. She slowly licked the tip of my rock-hard cock as Miss Ainsley said in my ear, 
“Now, Jason, I do wonder how well you used to pay attention in my classes about appreciating the human form” 
Mrs Ainsley's hand was caressing my back, working upwards from my ass as Miss Forsythe kissed the Tip of my cock softly and said, 
“He was always so attentive in my classes, watching me ever so closely”, she then licked my cock with just the tip of her tongue from my balls to the tip. Taunting me as if she was about to suck my dic,k but stopped as she reached the edge.
“ Really now? I wonder if he ever imagined this happening in your classes,” Miss Ainsley said, as she came around to the armchair, across from Miss Forsythe, sitting with her legs spread exposing her bare pussy, I could see as she slipped a finger down to the lips of her vagina, and played a little. 
As my eyes wandered, I felt the sudden shock of Miss Frosythe grabbing my balls and sucking the tip of my cock. However, when she saw I had turned back to see her, she pulled her mouth back and started to jerk my cock as she turned to face her friend. 
“I feel I was getting away with myself there, Mrs Ainsley”, she picked up her wine glass with one hand, stroking my cock with the other. 
“Maybe you found yourself peckish, Miss Forsythe” Mrs Ainsley smiled as she took the fingers she was using to play with herself and put them in her own mouth.
“Indeed…” Mrs Forsythe turned to me, stroking my cock faster and faster. She looked me in the eyes as she watched me edge closer once again, and then stopped, 
“The cheese, Jason”, in a moment of stupor, stood there, wishing and hoping she had not stopped. 
But as I lingered, Mrs Forsythe grabbed my balls tightly and gave me that demanding look. 
“Are you disobeying me, Jason?” 
I shook my head no, and she let me go, and I raced back to the kitchen to get the cheese, olives and strawberries. 
As I left the Room, I heard Mrs Ainsley,
“You have the best wine nights,” they both laughed, as I reached the cheese board.
I looked at the board and the mess I had made trying to put it together with Mrs Forsythe there, and once again I remembered.
Presentation is key. So I took a moment to, in my own way, tidy up the board and make it as presentable as I could.
As I came back to the room and I rounded the door frame once again, the two seemed to be reminiscing about days past, 
“There he is, " Mrs Ainsley said, putting down her glass
“He made us wait a little”, Mrs Forsythe said, sitting up in her dress, barely holding on by one strap on her shoulder, 
I brought the cheese over to the coffee table and placed it in front of them,
As I did, Mrs Ainsley aggressively grabbed my ass,
“What should we do with a server who makes us wait?” She said, digging her nails into my ass slightly,
“I have an idea,” Miss Forsythe said and released the last strap of her dress to fall, 
Finally, there she was, completely naked.

part 2
https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/s/hopX1Ub9CS

So it was last Wednesday, and as I moved the clothes around my gym bag for the third time, pushing aside the little pleated tennis skirt and thin cotton T-shirt, I knew I had fucked up.

Thirty minutes earlier, stepping out of the shower, I’d thrown my tennis outfit into my bag and pulled my jeans up and over my butt without underwear. I was running late, and I was sure I’d thrown a pair of clean white underwear into my bag, so, nothing to worry about, right? I’d just get changed at the gym.

Wrong.

Looking into my gym bag and seeing a complete lack of panties, my heart was starting to race, imagining myself lunging for the ball, my skirt flying up around my waist. Or worse yet, diving to make a return and ending up on my back, my legs falling open and spreading me. The worst thing was that I was playing with Matt, one of my oldest friends and my de facto tennis coach, and the court was booked in five minutes.

I wondered whether to call it off, but I didn’t even know where to begin. I couldn’t tell him it was because I forgot my panties...even the thought of saying the word in front of Matt was embarrassing. We’d been friends for years, and there was no way I was about to talk to him about that kind of stuff. I wanted to work out, too, and I’d already made it out of the house. Plus, the fee was not cheap and I was pretty sure it was non-refundable.

Play in jeans? I thought.

No, that would never work. Too hot, too sweaty, and it would look stupid.

Hmmm…

Maybe if I was really careful…

“Hey Matt,” I smiled, dropping my bag full of my day-clothes in the corner of the court, feeling as if I were surrendering them somehow, the absence of the bag leaving me with only four items of clothing total: my skirt, my T-shirt, my socks, and my sneakers. “You ready to get your ass whooped?”

“You wish,” he grinned, realigning the strings of his racket. “You’re going down.”

I picked up my racket and walked to the baseline, the pleated skirt brushing against my skin, hyper-aware that the hem only came down to the top of my thighs, the shape of my butt causing the fabric to hang away from my body slightly. I tried to focus on the game ahead.

"Wanna serve first?" Matt called out from the other side of the net.

“Sure,” I said, picturing myself jumping up in the air to strike the ball, my skirt lifting with me and then being pulled upward by the downward inertia of my movement, revealing…well…it was probably best not to think about it…

I needed to be very careful.

Matt threw me the ball and I bounced it against the floor a few times, my breasts jiggling slightly with the movement. Maybe my lack of bra wasn’t the best idea either, but it was too late to worry about that now. I tossed the ball up, my arm extended high, and as I swung forward, I felt the skirt lift slightly as the back, feeling a quick breeze between my legs.

Shit.

The ball sailed over the net, and Matt returned it with a grunt of effort. I tried to ignore my lack of underwear as we rallied back and forth for a few minutes, the sound of the ball echoing in the enclosed court. With each rally, the sweat began to bead on my forehead and trickle down my chest.

“Nice shot,” Matt said, our rallies turning a little more serious as we finished warming up. "Ready to play for real?" he asked with a grin.

I nodded, pushing my hair back slightly and bending my knees in anticipation of his serve. As I bent forward, I felt the skirt ride up higher than before. The cool air against my bare ass sent a another shiver through me, but it was okay; there was no one behind me to observe.

This time, Matt's serve came fast, and I lunged to return it, stretching my body to the right. My skirt flew up completely, exposing my round pale butt to him for just a second. I felt my face flush as I quickly stood up, pulling the hem down to my thighs and exposing my midriff.

"Uh…nice shot," Matt said. I looked at him but his eyes were on the floor.

Fuck.

He knew.

I was sure of it.

We continued playing, and with Matt now aware I wasn’t wearing panties, I became more aware of my body with every movement. Each time I jumped or bent or reached, I felt my breasts bounce and the skirt lift. I wondered and I worried; just how much of my smooth pussy and round butt was I showing him each time it happened? Why hadn’t he said anything? Maybe he was embarrassed as I was…

And yet, if Matt was embarrassed, he certainly wasn't going easy on me with his shots, repeatedly sending them as wide as he dared, making me lunge and bounce and reach, my little pleated skirt swishing from side to side with each movement, continually threatening to show my friend just how smooth and pretty my pussy really was.

“Out!” I called, watching the ball as it flew past my head and bounced slightly over the line. I walked to where it stopped and bent at the waist to retrieve it, my butt facing him, forgetting myself and then standing quickly when I felt the air between my legs. It lasted for less than a second, but when I turned around, his face was bright red.

Ah. So now he’d seen it.

He swallowed. “Match point.”

“Cool,” I said, moving back to my position behind the baseline, knees bent in anticipation of his serve. Only now I felt a new excitement in our game, an anticipation in my body that had little to do with returning the ball. I looked down at myself casually, trying not to make it obvious that I was checking myself out, and to my embarrassment and arousal, I saw that my nipples were hard.

But not even normal hard. Like…they were really fucking hard; every ridge and gently bump of my areaola projected forward and detailed in high-definition through the thin fabric of my top. I stood quickly, moving to cover myself, before realising how weird that would have looked: clutching my tits with my racket in my hand while waiting for his serve.

"Are you okay to keep playing?" Matt asked.

I could feel his eyes on me, and my puffy pussy lips began to swell with arousal.

Fuck. Why did my body like this so much?

So embarrassing.

“Sarah?”

“Yeah,” I said, a little too quickly, bending at the knees once more. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? You look a little–”

“C’mon,” I said. “Serve.”

He did, and this time I jumped higher to return the ball, knowing the impact would make my breasts bounce and my skirt lift higher. Sure enough, I felt the fabric flutter up, exposing more of myself to him. He missed the return, his racket swinging awkwardly. And it was at that moment that I realised I was enjoying this a little too much.

"Is everything okay over there?" I asked, pretending innocence as I stood with my hands on my hips, pushing my chest out.

"Yeah, fine," he mumbled, adjusting the front of his shorts.

“Uh huh,” I said.

We resumed playing, and now I was being deliberate in my movements. Every lunge, every jump, every stretch was an opportunity to expose myself to him, and the feeling of being so exposed was turning me on more than I expected. My pussy was getting wetter with each point, The power I felt was intoxicating. My embarrassment had turned to lust, and in the heat of the game, my body was starting to make decisions for me.

Matt was struggling too, a fact that I was taking great pleasure in. His serves were weaker, his returns less accurate, and I was winning easily now. My body was slick with sweat, and I wondered if Matt was picturing what itn would be like to fuck me; to see my head thrown back in ecstasy, my body shimmering with sweat as he pushed my legs open wider and–

“Fuck!” I shouted as the ball grazed my racket and flew past me, hitting the back wall and rolling under a small gap. I walked toward it but stopped at the edge of the court. "Oh, shit. It went under."

“Under what?” Matt called from the other side of the court, walking toward the next and resting his arms on it.

“Here,” I said, pointing to the little gap beneath the back board and the wall. “Hold on, I’ll grab it.”

I bent to get it, but I couldn’t quite reach it. I turned to see Matt watching me, silent. I could feel his eyes on my body as I contemplated how to retrieve the ball.

That’s when I realised; I'd have to get on my hands and knees to reach it.

The thought of getting on all fours, with my bare ass and pussy pointing directly at him, made me shiver with pleasure. Was I really going to do it? I looked back at him and smiled, my pussy throbbing with anticipation as I lowered myself to the court, positioning myself on my hands and knees, knowing exactly what I was about to show him.

[As always, I’ll put part 2 on reddit if people are interested in hearing it!]

During my last trip I shared an Airbnb with three other girls, we were all in the city for the same study program. Throughout the week we grew a bit closer, going to bars in the evening or shopping in the afternoon, getting breakfast together before the seminar started and these sorts of things. On the second to last evening we didn’t feel like going out, it had been a long week. So we just chilled in the living room of our apartment.

Mel was on her phone. She had a great personality, short woman with brown curly hair. So funny and fierce, it made me gravitate towards her when we talked before the trip. She was a bit tanned from staying south at the coast before and her curvy body looked soft in all the right places. She lounged next to me on the couch while I scrolled on tiktok.

Next to her was Cyra, the tallest of us. Pretty Albanian woman with her long black hair and always styled, she impressed me on day one with her smartness and confidence. Kim was sprawled over a chair, her blond hair hung off the arm rest and that was all I could see from this angle besides her pale feet in the air.

“This is a bit depressing for our last good evening, I know we wanted to stay in but this is so boring,” Cyra remarked.

With a frustrated sigh she got up from the couch and walked over to the open kitchen. Her slippers left little noises against her bare soles.

“What do you have in mind?” I raked my head after her. Damn, she was a beauty. My eyes sinfully wandered up her long legs up to the hem of her pj shorts.

I peeled my eyes away when she briefly looked over her shoulder. “I don’t know. Anyone want a drink? Cheer to the great week?” She asked turning back and basically talking to the fridge.

I looked to the other two women. Both shrugged and raised their brows in my direction. “Yea we’ll take a glass,” I answered for us.

“Perfect,” Cyra chirped and came back with four wine glasses and one of the bottles we bought two days ago. “Would be such a waste not to drink this. We bought them for a reason.”

Kim got up from the chair and joined the rest of us on the couch, sitting down on the wide edge of the L-shape. Cyra spoke a quick toast and we clung our glasses together for the first sip. I felt the warmth of the alcohol run down my throat.

Then we all ended up back on our phones.

Time passed and I sipped my wine, feeling the familiar rush of heat slowly stain my body and work its way up to my face. My eyes grew hazy after half a glass, Instagram suddenly funnier than before. I sunk into the cushion of the couch and pulled my feet closer.

When the first two glasses were empty Cyra broke the silence. “Guys, come on! I know I’m the oldest so if this is too lame for me then it’s too lame for you.”

I snickered and put my phone down. “Fine, okay, you old woman. What are you thinking?” She was just four years older than me which meant all of us were in our mid to late twenties.

So much for old.

Cyra huffed out some air. “I don’t know, something!” She whined. I couldn’t help but laugh again at the fake pouty expression on her face. Sadly, her long lashes were made for that.

She looked cute.

Kim groaned. “Movie? Games? We did karaoke at that bar last night and it was fun to judge others but I’m not in the mood.”

Cyra clicked her tongue. “Nooo…”

That’s when Mel spoke up next to me. “Then what? We’re not 12 anymore, it’s not like we’d play truth or dare.”

That made me laugh and Kim chuckled too but Cyra suddenly turned her face with a very weird expression. “Or! We do that. There’s plenty of things we don’t know about each other, it could be fun!”

I rolled my eyes. “Seriously?” The last time I had played that was in high school. It felt silly and stupid, and I was hardly awake enough to think of creative dates with three women I basically had just met.

“What, scared of dares?” Cyra challenged me. Her dark eyes bored into mine and a smirk tugged on the right corner of her plump lips.

I rolled my eyes again. “No.”

“Okay then… truth or dare?” Her eyebrows wiggled. Her pretty face pulled into a grin and it was hard for me to tell her no. The other two didn’t look impressed at all and just quietly sipped the last drop from their glasses.

I stared at her, pondering if she truly meant it. After half a minute passed I gave in. “Fine, dare.”

“Awesome, I dare you to have another glass of wine.” My eyes widened and she danced back to the kitchen, bringing the second bottle like a trophy.

“Uhh… yeah I don’t know if that’s a good idea… red wine always umm… I mean you can see my eyes and cheeks yes?”

I already felt sluggish, the random giggles came in waves. It was just a matter of time before I’d erupt into a laughing spiral. My feet felt heavy, my butt almost sank into the couch and it felt more difficult to have an actual conversation. If I wanted to survive next morning without a headache, this wasn’t the path.

Cyra shook her head and poured a generous amount of wine into my glass. “You said dare.”

I looked to Mel for help but she just shrugged and pushed her glass to Cyra to fill it up. Kim did the same. I gulped and stared at my full glass. I felt fuzzy and warm, my eyes were definitely glossy and my cheeks red. Nonetheless, I gave in. “Okay…”

I started drinking the second glass, slowly. Just one small sip at first. The alcohol ran down my throat and warmed me from inside out.

“Okay, whatever, your turn Cyra. Truth or dare?” Mel asked. She grabbed her full glass and sipped, still slightly bored.

“Dare!” The corners of her mouth spread wide and she winked at me, as if to prove something.

I quietly shook my head and sunk back into the couch. Mel dared Cyra to text our supervisor and she ended up saying that the morning seminar was truly an inspiration that she will for sure dream about it tonight. The lecture was absolutely boring. I looked at them with mild amusement.

Then Kim dared Mel to perform a lap dance for us since she was a dancer.

My eyes grew wide and sucked my cheeks in. I watched the other’s tease each other for a minute before Mel got up from the couch in her oversized shirt and shorts. She grabbed her phone and picked a song with a slow bass beat, then popped her back and twerked her ass. Cyra started wooing and Kim giggled to herself while I sat there in silence. But I couldn’t help the small smile that played on my lips.

I was disappointed and glad that she didn’t pick me to dance on. My eyes tracked her body moves nonetheless. Mel stepped towards Kim and squatted over her lap, shaking her ass and throwing her head. She looked incredible. The heat of the wine definitely fazed me as I watched her curves move to the music. After roughly a minute she struck out her tongue and grabbed her phone.

“You’re welcome,” she grinned confidently and stopped the music. The other two clapped and cheered.

“Damn gurl, that’s some hot shit,” Cyra stated.

Kim nodded along with her flushed face. “Body tea, moves coffee.”

I was still speechless but complimented her as well to cover up the flush that had crept up my own face. Then I kept sipping my wine until it was my turn to dare Kim.

She was the sweetest of the group, so I dared her to say something awful but honest about one of the participants in the program. She ended up calling this one guy a “total hypocrite” and I let it pass.

“Okay second round… truth or dare?” Cyra looked at me expectantly.

“Dare,” I shrugged and waited for her response. I still felt the warm aftermath of that lap dance but tried to play things cool. The fuzzy sensations from the alcohol blurred the edges though.

“Alright… show us a skill we don’t know you have.” She looked at me with curious eyes. “Like a secret talent.”

I raised my brows. “I don’t think I have one…? I… I don’t know… I write sometimes.” I giggled to myself.

“Like what?” Mel asked from my left. She took another sip of wine and my eyes briefly swept down her body.

“…stories…” I tried to bite down my smile but it didn’t work. I was too tipsy to protect myself. The amount of my published erotica came to mind and I blushed even more. My best kept secret.

“What kind of stories?” Kim asked further, and I opened my mouth but no sound came out.

I looked around trying to come up with something else but the wine had loosened my tongue. “Sexy stories…”

Their eyes widened and Mel gasped. Cyra leaned forward almost spilling wine on the couch. “Really?? Good stuff? Can we read?”

“No, you just wanted to know!” I shook my head and felt a bit of dizziness.

“Nah-uh, I said show!” Cyra argued and the others didn’t leave me off the hook. Mel insisted I show them something and even Kim let her curiosity win over her respectful demeanor.

Reluctantly I reached for my phone and pulled up one of the most generic stories I wrote with the least amount of kink. I read them a few sentences from my notes app, not daring to give my phone out of hand. I didn’t need them to snoop and see the rest.

“Holy-“ Kim’s face pulled into shock.

Cyra’s mouth gaped open. “Fuck-“

“Wow.” Mel looked at me with an impressed face.

“You’re so dirty!?” Kim exclaimed and I just shrugged, suddenly immensely grateful for the second glass of wine. I certainly cared less.

“Whatever, whatever, who’s next?” I sighed and giggled and settled back into the comfy cushion.

“That’s so good though?? Where did you-“

“Let’s move onnnnn,” I cut Mel off. Her eyes lingered on me like she wanted to decipher the rest of the dirty things I kept hidden in my head but Kim put a hand on her arm and they let it go.

“Who’s next?” I urged again.

I couldn’t risk opening up even more, the wine totally slipped into my brain and made me want to forget all my behavior. The fuzzy feeling from seeing Mel dance and the intense energy of her eyes didn’t help my case at all.

“Me,” Cyra said and sipped from her glass.

I turned to my left and met her eyes. “Alright, truth or dare?”

“Dare”

“Okay.” I thought for a moment, then a thought popped up. Still influenced by Mel’s hot date, I smirked, “Show us the sexiest underwear you packed for the trip. We all know you’ve been mingling with guys every night.” I grinned even wider. Ooh, the wine gave me sluggish confidence.

“Wha-“ she tried to protest but Mel interjected saying she was also curious was stylish-Cyra wears.

All of us talked over her until she bit her lip and stared at the ceiling. Defeated, she went to her room and came back with a see through black lace thong. I gulped. My mind immediately went to her round ass in that thing. The girls wooed and feathered air and I chimed in as well, she would look fucking hot in that thing.

Somehow the ice was broken. The next dare for Mel was to demonstrate the best way a guy has made her weak, which resulted in her turning to me. I was suddenly aware how close she sat next to me and when she tilted her head and asked me if I’d mind, I shook my head.

She put one hand on my thigh and the other stole behind my back. I felt my stomach turn to jelly when she squeezed my waist. “So he was somewhat like this,” she explained, “and leaned closer while his hand slowly wandered up my thigh.”

Her warm hand pushed higher on my thigh and a jolt zapped through my stomach. I was glad the wine had already stained my cheeks, I was not able to hold my composure. With wide shy eyes I watched her while I felt every touch from her on my body. My heart pounded stronger in my chest and a heatwave came over my head.

“By then it was I think after the fourth or fifth date. I was out with colleagues and told him I can’t come by later because I’m still out and work was exhausting. He asked me where I was, I told him but again said that I’m tired and will probably head home soon because the crowd was getting loud. So he showed up to the bar, walked over to me and just sat down next to me. Like- Just chilling, introducing himself, very casual. But then he leaned in like this,”

Mel leaned into me and I felt her chest against my arm. I suppressed a shiver as her head came closer, past my face. The other two stared with so much interest that I almost felt embarrassed.

“And he stopped feeling up my thigh but instead tipped his finger against my drink in front of me. And then he squeezed my waist and said,” her hand tightened on me and her voice dropped low, “Why don’t you let me take care of this and then I take care of you.”

Cyra squealed. The noise snapped me out of whatever kind of trance Mel had put me in.

“Wow, wow, wow,” Kim shouted, “that’s SO hot??”

“Mel slowly pulled away and bit her lip. “I swear, my knees turned so weak. Took all of me not to just jump on him right there, hahaha.”

I cleared my throat and pulled away. “So did you let him? I hope you did!”

Mel had a cheeky smile. “He caressed me as he slipped his arm out, paid the bill, and when he came back to me he whispered into my ear that he’s going to take me home now. I grabbed my purse and said bye to the others SO FAST!”

The mood shifted a little, or maybe it was just me. There was a simmering gooey feeling swimming through me.

When Kim picked truth all hell broke loose trying to make her say what the best sex was that she had. Her pale face blushed heavily when she talked about a particular evening after a night out with her ex, apparently he folded her up and fucked her for two straight hours.

We clapped and drank on that. I wasn’t surprised that it was still mostly a vanilla story. It didn’t leave me half as affected as Mel’s reenactment. She was a sweet girl. Innocent maybe, perhaps how I appear to people but only a handful (and a few thousand readers) knew the truth about that.

The next round was even more personal. I picked truth and got asked what my must have for travel is. Cyra wiggled her brows knowingly, and the wine fogged my brain so much that I blurted out, “Sex toys.”

“Girl-“ Mel clutched her imaginary pearls while Kim almost choked on the breath she inhaled.

Cyra snickered. “Knew it.”

“You did not!” I argued but erupted in a laugh. Another flush stained my cheeks.

“Why though?” Kim asked.

“I like having fun wherever I am… not here, cause we share the Airbnb and I didn’t know the acoustics. But generally… every trip.” I shrugged.

“Every trip?” Cyra asked.

I nodded. I felt Mel’s eyes on me and it made me feel uneasy. But Cyra looked intrigued as well, she smacked her lips and squinted her eyes as if she wanted to ask further questions. She didn’t.

Then I dared her to make us a snack because I still had half a glass of wine and already felt my legs swim off the couch.

Mel had to share details about her favorite ex lover and Kim giggled like a school girl when she retold the story of her first experience with a girl. It sounded so sexy and wholesome, got my mind spinning a little. She didn’t elaborate much but I didn’t have any difficulty imagining her sprawled in the sheets with her soft milky skin, pinned under another lovely Scandinavian woman.

I snapped myself out of it. Took another sip. But the woozy feeling between my legs lingered a bit.

The next round was all about best and worst experiences, we almost forgot the dares and chatted away. Who knew how common it was that women didn’t cum during sex? Couldn’t relate any less… but they had a fair share of awful stories. Then curiosity took the best of us and we talked about best techniques, preferences, little sentences people have dropped. I kept my mouth shut about the most things, no need to out myself even more…

But I certainly got more and more intrigued about the others. Mel was fiery and sensual, her experiences sounded hot and passionate and I sure could picture her with her curves getting whatever she wants. Cyra didn’t experience as much variety but what caught my interest was how much she loved pleasing her partner. She practically got off on doing it. Mel was much more selfish. Kim didn’t have a lot of experience but she sure had a type. The shy blonde preferred her partners submissive and eager. What a surprise.

“But wait, so, truth or dare, Kim?” Cyra asked to bring us back to the game. I pushed my thoughts away and looked over to the blonde woman at the end of the couch.

“Uhh… truth.” Kim answered and took another sip.

Cyra pondered for a moment, then snapped her fingers. “How do you keep yourself, waxed or shaved?”

Kim grew red like a tomato. “That’s very personal…” She looked like she wanted to disappear.

I snickered. “The rest wasn’t?”

We had already shared sexual details, preferences and we even shared a shower. After all I learned and talked about, this didn’t feel like the worst question.

“It was, yeah… I shave it.” She admitted. She laughed now thanks to the alcohol but that little crinkle of embarrassment stayed around her eyes.

Cyra sipped her wine. “Like, all of it?” She questioned and drew her eyebrows together.

I thought back to the time where I did that. For years I shaved smooth, I liked it a lot. The softness, feeling so clean. Made me feel sexy and even more nude, kind of accessible. And it was so so soft and smooth.

“Yea,” Kim replied to Cyra. “You don’t?”

Cyra shook her head. And my dirty mind wandered immediately between her legs and imagined the dark curls. Fuck.

“No, I wax but I keep the top trimmed. Very short but there, just don’t like how it feels when it grows. And it makes me feel like a child when it’s all naked.” She shook her head with disgust and took another sip.

I liked how being all smooth and naked had made me feel younger. Playing around with that was fun.

“Agree, “Mel joined the conversation. “I just keep it natural and trim a bit cause the fuck am I? I’m a grown ass woman and if you don’t like it, get lost,” she shared her mind.

I imagined the head of curls between her legs in the same color of her curls on her head. Maybe not my type like that but her confidence was a turn on. And she was gorgeous. Perhaps it wouldn’t turn me off.

Then all eyes landed on me.

Fuck did they read my thought? Did my face give me away? Did I accidentally stare at Mel’s crotch? “What?”

“What about you?” Cyra asked.

“Me? What about me?” Heat ran down my back. Fuck, I must have looked totally like I was thinking about it. I mean, I was, but if they asked then I didn’t have a proper lie at hand.

Fuck fuck fuck.

“Do you shave?” Mel asked casually. The other’s ears perked up with curiosity.

I took a deep breath before answering, feeling the relief fell off my shoulders like a boulder. “I uhh yea, yea I shave. But not all.”

“A little bit wild then!” Mel teased and nudged my arm. I giggled.

“So, how?” Kim got bolder as the alcohol seemed to work. Took her long enough, I thought, I knew if I tried to stand I would wobble and swing.

I pushed a strand of hair out of my face. “Like, everything clean but I keep kinda like a triangle bush thing I guess.”

I laughed it off after my poor excuse for a description but it was really what I meant. Trimmed yes but not super short, natural triangle shaped up a little and everything else as smooth and soft as possible. Just enough for a nose to be buried in little curls without any hair in the mouth. Just enough to hold on and grab but not wild or untamed. Womanly but sexy, grown but not as much of a statement as Mel.

Cyra leaned in, “Interesting… how much growth are we talking here?”

Now it was my turn to blush and hope to disappear. Kim’s eyes fixated on me curiously and even Mel watched me. I gulped.

“Just… some? I don’t know, enough to grab but not super long.” I shrugged and nervously laughed. I didn’t think I ever explained this to someone before. Not even in stories I went into this much detail. I took a sip of my wine in an attempt to comfort myself.

Kim tried to hide a smile behind her hand as Cyra teased me even more. “So… trimmed? Like a neat little patch, as organized as the rest of you?”

I giggled softly to myself. “Kinda.” I avoided their eyes out of embarrassment.

Mel shifted next to me and leaned in as well. “So… is it like, cute? Sexy? How big are we talking, full size or tiny triangle?”

“Oh god, guys, stop,” I laughed and hid my face behind my hands. “Just because we know how every spot of Kim looks like doesn’t mean we need to know every spot of me!”

Kim protested and played offended but Cyra put her hand on my thigh. “Come on, you started with the hints. Now we’re curious!”

“Ugh, I don’t know it’s just a fuzzy triangle, not tiny. And yea I think it’s cute and sexy,” I shrugged, hoping that was satisfying enough. I grabbed my glass and emptied the last big gulp. Oh, the heat rose again. Little dizzy. Warm.

“That honestly sounds adorable,” Mel complimented and smiled before she also took another sip.

“Yea, you guys kind of make me want to grow it, it sounds so feminine,” Kim laughed. I chuckled with her. Maybe she would look good with a patch of gold curls between her legs.

I caught myself and bit my tongue, then swooshed away that thought. Terrible, I was just terrible.

Cyra nodded and sipped as well. “Yea, we’re just appreciating the feminine form!”

“Appreciating or exposing?” I giggled, talking faster than my brain comprehended.

Kim grinned. “Both?”

I laughed to myself and shook my head again. I didn’t expect to share such intimate details with these women and yet I did. The embarrassment slowly wore off but my face stayed hot from alcohol. I felt so soft and relaxed in a way that felt blurry.

Cyra swirled the last bit of wine in her glass when she broke the stretch of silence. “You know what would be interesting though?”

Mel put down her empty glass. “What?”

“If we did both.” Cyra spoke into her glass.

My eyes darted to her with a questioning look. I shimmied into the cushions. “What do you mean?” I gave a relaxed sigh and just felt the fuzzy feelings.

Her eyes met Kim’s, then Mel’s, then mine. Then she shrugged. “You know. Expose and appreciate.”

Kim shook her head just as Mel’s face pulled into a pensive grimace.

“But we already exposed,” I remarked. We already shared all secrets and aspects of our womanhood.

“Yea, but, we could be more appreciative.” Cyra didn’t meet our eyes but she downed the last sip of wine.

I giggled to myself, too drunk to even take her serious. “So talking about pubes wasn’t enough for you?”

Mel shrugged her shoulders and grinned, “Maybe we’d like to see the cute triangle you described.”

My head whipped around and I playfully hit her arm. “You naughty bitch,” I laughed. “Shut up.”

Mel laughed with me and Kim gave us a look. Cyra’s mouth hang open. “Mel that’s an inside thought!”

I was still giggling when Mel retorted, “Oh is it? Was it your inside thought?”

Cyra gasped for air. “Shut up! I just- No, it wasn’t!”

The alcohol totally loosened all inhibitions.

Mel pointed her finger at Cyra and I covered my mouth from laughing. “Was so! Admit it. We all thought it.”

My head turned from left to right again, “What do you mean you ALL thought it?” I laughed loudly.

Mel leaned back. “Just saying, I was curious. And Cyra apparently too.”

“Fuck off, I wasn’t.” Cyra snapped back with a loud laugh. Mel stared at her though and it didn’t take ten seconds for her to fold. “Okay fine, I was curious.”

Mel scooched closer to me and lowered her voice. “So if Cyra was curious, Kim didn’t deny it, and I am just dying to know… would you actually show us?” She bit her lip. Her eyes sparkled with something. “Just a little peek?”

My jaw dropped and I stared at her, not believing what she just said. My face turned hot as if I held it over a flame and I was suddenly very aware of how heavy and fuzzy my arms and legs felt.

On my other side Cyra settled closer to me and Kim moved from her lying position into a sitting one.

“You’re not serious, are you?” I bubbled up with another giggle. My eyes darted from woman to woman.

Mel nudged my arm and rested her chin on my shoulder. “What if we are?”

I felt her breath near my neck and her body temperature next to me. My heart pumped faster in my chest. Cyra suddenly looked the most calm she had all evening and Kim’s shy blush intensified. Her blue eyes rested on me.

“Umm…”

“We live together, we share a shower, we all at one point this week saw each other at least in our underwear.” Cyra listed. “It’s just a little closer than that… and we’re all very curious now.”

My lips parted but I didn’t have the words to express my thoughts, it felt like a whirlwind in my mind. I registered Mel’s fingers toying with the hem of my sleep shorts and as the voices inside my head all babbled away, my body didn’t move. So when her hands slowly pulled down the shorts, I didn’t protest.

The AΠΓ Sorority House

Chapter 6: The Taming of the Shrew

The rest of my first week passed in the AΠΓ with great fun, even amidst the stresses of the last few finals. Danni continued to tease me and give me a hard time, but her sharpness had dulled and turned into playful banter. I had yet to take her (or Nikki) up on our free use deal, but I enjoyed just having her acting nicer to me.

During the evenings, my 9pm duties had varied. At times, it was laborious, but I was always rewarded for my efforts: One night, I had been called upon to give massages to three of the sorority sisters. They repaid the favor by giving me a three-way blow job. One night, I was asked to help tutor a member that was struggling to prepare for a final; once she had a full understanding of the kinematic equations, she practiced by determining the initial velocity of my cum at the end of a hand job. I was enjoying myself.

By the time Friday came, I had gotten to know most of the residents fairly well and was on my way to becoming more familiar with other members of the sorority that didn’t live in the house. I looked forward to my times with the sorority and appreciated sitting around the tables with them during meals.

“Excited for the BBQ tomorrow?” Stephanie asked me at dinner on Friday evening.

“Wait, what BBQ?” I asked, genuinely surprised. Not that I had any plans for the weekend yet.

“Whoops. I guess I didn’t tell you about the alumnae BBQ tomorrow?” she replied with a chuckle. I shook my head. “Well, the first weekend of summer, the alumnae come back to the house and celebrate the end of finals with us. We all are outside enjoying the pool during the day and then drink into the night with a big bonfire. It’s always a fun time and our older members seem to enjoy getting to come back and re-live the glory days. Just the de-stressor we all need at the end of the semester!”

“Sounds like fun!” I agreed.

“It’s also a little bit of a fundraiser. That’s where you come in,” she said, her sly grin widening.

“Go ahead. Lay it on me,” I replied wondering how in the world I could help with a fundraiser.

“Well, in addition to each of the ladies donating to be at the event, there is an auction.”

“Do you need me to emcee or something?”

“Oh no. Not that. Maria’s got that covered.”

“So what does it have to do with me then?”

“Well, you’re the one getting auctioned. We usually put the live-in up for bidding.”

“What do you mean? Like they get to buy … me?”

“Sorta. We usually ship you off to the highest bidder’s house for a week later in the summer. Sometimes its to an older alum that just needs some help around their house and could use a strong young man to assist. Other times, the live-ins say their week away looks quite similar to their time here at the house.” She gave me a meaningful look and it finally dawned on me.

“Ohhhh. Like, providing … sexual services?”

“Jack! Don’t be so crass!” she rebuked. “But … sometimes. Essentially. We wouldn’t make you do anything you don’t want to do, but it does usually help us with our expenses quite a bit and half of it goes to a local women’s shelter.”

“Yeah, I’m game for anything.” I tried to hide my excitement. I had always been interested in the idea of being with older women, but had never had the opportunity to explore in that sort of way. I hoped that whoever bid on my time would be looking for a more erotic labor than manual.

“Great! That’s a big relief!”

“Wonderful. But there’s one more thing…” I could see the anxiety return to her face.

“Just spit it out,” I encouraged.

“We’d like you to wear a speedo.”

“But I don’t own a speedo,” I replied, taken aback.

“We thought that might be the case and have taken the liberty of purchasing one for you. I know I’ve got it somewhere.” She reached into her bag under the table and pulled out a red garment that could only be described as minuscule.

“You want me to wear that?!” I exclaimed in shock.

“Yes, please.” It was a command like the other house rules, not an optional request.

I took it from her and held it up, trying to imagine how I could possibly fit inside. I sighed in acceptance. “Alright. I’ll wear it.”

“Wonderful! The festivities start at 2pm!”

“I’ll be ready.”

“Also, I don’t think I mentioned this—any rule regarding your relations with house residents also applies to our alumnae,” she said with a devilish smile. “They often like to … indulge while they’re here. If you’re willing.” She winked at me as she grabbed her empty plate and left the dinner table.
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By the time 2pm came around the next day, coolers were full of drinks throughout the house and grounds, the pool was in pristine condition, music was bumping, the sun was shining brightly, and throngs of gorgeous women were chatting, giggling, and generally having a wonderful time. Sisters of all ages filled the property, and the skimpy bikinis that many of them wore left very little to the imagination. As had been true many times during the past week, I felt as though I had died and gone to heaven.

However, I felt impelled to divert my eyes to prevent any inappropriate bulging in the tiny red speedo I had been given. Somehow, it seemed … transparent. To start with, I had to work quite hard to fit myself inside it, and then the material left nothing whatsoever to the imagination. I accepted the reality of my plight and decided to just own it. After all, I had nothing to be ashamed about.

I enjoyed fetching drinks and helping to serve as host, which was a bit ironic considering the short stint I had actually lived in the house.

“Anything I can get you ladies to drink?” I asked, approaching a group of women that had gathered several of the pool loungers together. They appeared to be in their late 40s, but had clearly continued to prioritize fitness and appearance.

“My, my, my,” one of them said as she looked me up and down. She wore a red bikini top that her tits were spilling out of and shorts that were unbuttoned to reveal the red bottoms below. “I’ll have to give Stephanie some credit—looks like she picked a good one this year.” She giggled as she meaningfully glanced at the others from behind her sunglasses.

“She did indeed!” another one responded. She was laying out on her stomach, her bubblegum pink thong bikini exposing beautifully tanned taut ass cheeks. I felt myself starting to salivate in the most inappropriate way.

“So what’s your name?” the third one asked, being the first to actually speak to me.

“I’m Jack. What are yours?”

For some reason, this caused the ladies to fall into a new fit of giggles. “I’m Leanne,” the third one said. She wore a black one-piece suit over her dark skin, and although her boobs were on the small end, I could tell that her ass was quite generous. I couldn’t help but notice that she was the only one wearing a wedding ring. “And this is Mina and Angela,” she gestured to the others.

“Nice to meet you all,” I said. “Any drinks?” I reiterated.

“I think I’d like to drink you in,” the first one, Mina, said to me with a smirk.

Angela slapped her in the arm. “Mina! Take it easy!”

“Oh, c’mon. If he’s anything like our Jack, this year’s girls are certainly a lucky bunch. And by the looks of that speedo, I’d say they’re probably pretty comparable,” Mina replied.

Leanne explained to me, “The summer between our junior and senior year, the live-in’s name was also Jack. We … got along well with him, you could say.” All three fell into fits of laughter again.

“Yeah, we got along very well with him and his massive tool!” Mina said explicitly.

Angela turned a little red as she chuckled, but didn’t rebuff her friend. “Can’t deny it!”

“To answer your question, if you can rustle up a bottle of tequila, I think all three of us would love to do some shots with you, Jack. If you’re up for it,” Mina directed towards me.

“He’s going to think we’re just trying to get him drunk to have our way with him, Mina!” Leanne chided. “Jack, you don’t have to do shots with us if you don’t want to.”

“Oh, I’m certainly game,” I said, scurrying off to find the alcohol and some shot glasses as more laughter echoed behind me.

A few minutes later I arrived with a tray of plastic shot glasses, a handful of limes, some salt, and a bottle of Patron I had nicked from a cooler.

“He’s got good taste, too!” Angela said, grabbing the tequila from my arms and lifting it skyward.

“Hell yeah! Let’s go!” Mina agreed, taking the cups from my hand and lining them up on a little side table.

The tequila was poured and passed around along with a lick of salt and slices of lime. “To the glory days!” Leanne said, raising her little cup. The rest of us raised our own to cheers and downed the alcohol before chasing it with the salt and lime.

“A little too strong for the young lad?” Mina chuckled, noticing my face scrunching at the taste, despite my best efforts.

“No, no. I can handle it just fine,” I replied obstinately.

“Then prove it. Have another one with us,” Angela teased with a smug grin.

“Deal,” I snapped back.

Mina poured another round and we raised our cups again. I threw mine back, this time a bit more successful at avoiding a reaction to the sharp taste.

“Maybe he can handle his liquor,” Leanne commented as she raised her eyebrows at the other women.

“Perhaps. The real test will be to see what sort of shape he’s in by the end of the evening,” Angela responded.

“Indeed! We’ll have to catch up with him later.” Mina had a devilish smile across her face as raised her eyebrows at me.

“Is that a promise?” I asked with an equally playful tone, noticing the sensation of my cock thickening with arousal.

“You bet,” she sniped back, her grin wide now as she glanced down at the red speedo barely containing me.

“Yes, we should let him continue making his rounds and we can see where he’s at later this evening,” Angela chimed in.

“Who knows. One of us might even place a bid at the auction,” Mina added as they sent me off.

——————

I took my leave and continued to make my rounds. Mina, Angela, and Leanne were not the last ones to convince me to drink with them and I felt like a bit of a celebrity. I was in paradise surrounded by the most beautiful women I had ever seen ranging from my age up to ones that were certainly grandmothers. Yet, they all seemed to have stuck to the sorority’s core values of being healthy mentally and physically. It was a sight to behold.

I enjoyed both the subtle and the not-to-subtle flirting from everyone I met. As the alcohol continued to flow, some even got a bit handsy, slapping my butt, pinching a cheek, and a couple even grabbed my dick through my swimsuit. I was certainly not complaining, although I made sure to keep my own hands to myself.

As the sun set after dinner, Maria, the sorority’s activities chair, approached me. “Ready for the auction?! You’ve been doing a great job of getting around to meet everyone. I think you’ll fetch a high bid!”

“Honestly, I hadn’t even been thinking of shmoozing in order to help with the auction. I just kept getting passed around.” I chuckled at the idea as she grabbed my hand and pulled me up towards the steps that were serving as the makeshift stage where the DJ had set up.

Maria took the microphone and made her announcements. She thanked everyone for coming, gave a speech on the value of continuing sororal bonds across the generations of alumnae and current students, and invited anybody interested in participating in the Live-In auction to come closer to the steps.

I was surprised at the number of women that gathered close as Maria announced the terms: “For those yet to make his acquaintance, this is Jack, our live-in for this year. In the short week that he has been with us, he has proven himself to be kind, intelligent, thoughtful, and a skilled lover—just ask many of our current residents. You are bidding on him to stay with you for one week in June or July when he will be ready to attend to whatever needs you may have outside of his class schedule.”

It felt unusual to be brought before this crowd like I was property, but as I looked out, I couldn’t help but smile at the idea of getting to spend time with any of the lovely ladies before me.

“Shall we start the bidding at one thousand dollars?” Maria asked. I nearly spit out my drink. One thousand dollars!? Who in their right mind would pay that much for my company and services?

Nearly every hand in the crowd shot up. I remembered a few comments earlier in the day about the financial success of many of our alum, so maybe it wasn’t much money to them, but I was blown away.

“Fifteen hundred?” Maria called. More than a dozen hands remained raised.

“Two thousand?” A few arms dropped, but not many.

The bidding continued until it came down to Mina and another woman that I had only briefly met earlier in the night, although I couldn’t remember her name.

“Four thousand!” Mina called. Fire in her eyes made me believe she wouldn’t stop until she got what she wanted.

“Forty-two fifty!” the other woman shouted.

“Forty-five!” Mina rejoined.

“Forty-six!”

“Forty-seven!”

“Five thousand dollars!” the unknown woman exclaimed.

Although she looked torn, it seemed that Mina’s limit had been exceeded, even with Leanne and Angela continuing to egg her on. After a moment, she shook her head and dropped her gaze.

“Going! Going! Gone!” Maria called out. “Five thousand dollars to Ms. Melissa Sands! Come claim your prize.

I glanced back at Mina to see her crestfallen before I shifted my gaze to my bidder as I descended the stairs.

“My prize!” she said excitedly as we met. She gave me a tight hug and her hand slid down from my back to give my ass a squeeze. If I had to guess, I’d bet that Melissa was in her early forties. Her long brunette hair cascaded down to the middle of her back. She had a petite figure and wore a loose cover-up over her bathing suit, so it was hard to tell what she might be hiding underneath. “Mind if we go figure out some of the details? Maybe we could go find my old room?” she asked, a mischievous look on her face.

“Oh. Yeah, sure,” I agreed, a bit surprised. She pulled me by the hand towards the house. Although it must have been ages since she lived there, she clearly still remembered her way around. She led us up the stairs and down the hall, finally grabbing the doorknob of what I believed to be Lexi’s room currently.

She pushed inside and said, “I don’t think she’ll mind if we use it for a little bit.” Locking the door behind us, she turned towards me. “Let’s have a seat, Jack. I’m sure you’re wondering what I’m looking for.”

“Yeah, actually. I haven’t really been sure what to expect with all this.”

“I’m sure. I’m sure,” she replied warmly. “Well, my husband will be out of town most of the last week of June. Considering his sexual … difficulties, he has agreed to allow me a hall pass that week, and will pay for whatever I need to make that happen. We are fortunate to be rather financially comfortable.”

“I see,” I replied tentatively.

“What he may not be expecting is for me to pay for a young virile bull to come satisfy my urges while he is away. But that is what I have chosen to do. Are you agreeable to that plan?”

Finally understanding where this was going, I began getting excited. “Oh, absolutely! That sounds wonderful Ms. Sands.”

“Please call me Melissa. No need for such formality.” I nodded appreciatively. “I am wondering, while we’re here, might I have a little sneak peak at my prize? I’m sure my husband would want me to make sure I made a good investment,” she asked, glancing down meaningfully at my crotch.

“Of course,” I replied eagerly, standing up as I felt myself start to harden.

Before I really even processed what was happening, Melissa’s hands were on the waistband of my straining speedo.

“I see they’re keeping everything to the traditional standards. Nice and hairless!” she commented as the top of the material reached the base of my cock, the shaft still hidden from view.

She began to wiggle the suit down over my butt, slowly revealing more and more of my member. Her eyes widened as she tugged, until finally my half-hard dick sprung free from containment. God, it was such a relief!

“Oh my word!” she gasped in shock before a smile spread across her face. “They certainly did not make them like this back in my day! Yes, this will do just fine!” The speedo hit the floor as she wrapped her fingers around, not quite able to encircle me. We both watched as I grew harder with each passing heartbeat, blood rushing to fill the organ.

“I’m going to have to prepare myself for your visit. You’ll ruin me!” she exclaimed excitedly. “Mind if I take a little taste?”

“By all means.”

As I stood in front of her, she pointed my tip at her face and leaned forward on the bed. She kissed my head first, then down one side and up the other. Slowly, her tongue began to explore, tasting me all over. The light pressure felt wonderful as she started pumping her hands up and down along my length.

Finally, she took me into her mouth. Even with her red lips spread as wide as they could go, I barely fit. Although she could only take a little more than an inch of me, her tongue danced and glided around my head to her best ability.

“Mhmmm,” I groaned, placing my hands on the back of her head. Almost as if by instinct, she slid off the bed entirely and down onto her knees in front of me.

Although I had certainly fantasized about older women in my life before, I had never been with a woman of this age. So far, I was loving it. And it only turned me on more to imagine the week would have together later in the summer.

She did her best to press me further into her mouth, though with little success. One hand dropped to my balls and began massaging as her tongue worked its magic, her other hand now furiously pumping up and down along my length.

“Ohhhhh,” I growled, the arousal of the day finally catching up with me as I felt my climax impending. “I’m gonna come,” I groaned in warning.

To my delight, she did not pull off, but instead tried to take even more of me. It was enough to push me over the edge and I started erupting into her tiny mouth, my load pulsing from my cock and granting me the relief that I so desired.

To her credit, she sucked it down as well as she could, even if some dribbled out the crease of her lips. There was no lack of enthusiasm. She slurped and sucked until I had no more to give and started to go soft.

“Mhmmm,” she purred. “Yes, I very much look forward to our week together soon,” she said as she pushed some of the loose cum from her chin back up to her lips.

“Me too!” I agreed fervently. “Can I return the favor?” I asked, hoping I’d get to find out what was beneath he cover-up.

She seemed caught. It appeared that she wanted to say ‘yes,’ but something was holding her back.

“Boy, do I want to,” she said slowly, standing up from her place on the floor. “But I made an agreement with my husband. I think that would be crossing the line … for now.” A sorrowful look crossed her face as she glanced down at my cock for another time.

“I respect that,” I said. “Whatever you are most comfortable with.”

“Yes. I will have to wait to truly claim my prize until you come to stay with me. But don’t worry, I’ll certainly be using you for any favors you’re willing to offer when the time comes!”

“Deal!”

“Now let’s get you back out to the party. I know some of the other ladies will be looking for you.”

Previous Parts

The two girls gathered their clothes and scampered down the steps. Nora’s red lips were split into a large smile. Her hands had worked down to her legs, rubbing soft circles while her chest rose and fell with every heavy breath.  

“Is it my turn to cum now?” 

“No.”  

I rejoined her on the bed, pushing her hands off herself and back above her head. Her breasts were magnificent, her outstretched arms forming them into long stunning teardrops. They tasted wonderful under my exploring tongue. A soft bite, a gentle nibble, a slow twirl around her nipple. I was back to taking my time. Frustrating the poor girl.  

I licked down below her abs, let my lips taste her sweetness again. Then off, back to kissing and biting her thighs, her hips, back to her breasts before slowly making my way between her lips. A relieved groan escaped from her lungs. My tongue didn’t stay centered on her for more than a few seconds.  

I stopped the teasing and began a quick C motion; finishing the circle every other pass. Her volume was subtly increasing. Louder. More Reckless. Bank to bank her river was flooding, a warm overflowing mess being made between my cheeks. An addictive aroma. Her hips lifted, and I pulled away; gaining a little whine.  

“Tyler... please... stop teasing...”  

I didn’t respond, letting all contact between us stop. I crawled to the other side of the bed and let her feel the heat of my thighs surrounding her head. My length landed on her face with a slap. Her mouth tried to corral it, being pressed and pushed across her delicately soft skin.  

“Or just let me feel this thing... it’s been hours Tyler... please...” 

“It hasn’t been hours Nora. You’re just impatient. But you’ve been good.” 

I gripped her torso and spun her, a gentle laugh as we realigned our hips. Another low slap as my weight dropped onto her abs. I dragged it down, the head stopping right at her hole. I lifted her blindfold, just resting on her forehead. A strong grip near her scalp and I lifted her head slightly. Just enough for her to see my length pull back, tease her, and plunge inside. 

The blindfold snapped back onto her eyes as I just glimpsed them starting to roll backward. There was no need to go slow, her warmth embraced me entirely in the first thrust. Her voice sang in a happy satisfied tune.  

“Yesss Tyler. Mhm... give it to me... oh I’m getting close again already... yes... let me finish... please.”  

It probably had been hours, maybe two or three since I arrived at Nora’s house. Teasing her, denying her and starting all over again. I wasn’t done yet. She was still too calm. I kept pounding into her, hard, fast, consistent. I heard her voice catch, that one octave that gave away her orgasm about to unleash. I stopped. Pulled out. Removed all contact with our skin once more. 

“Nooooooo... what the fuuu-” 

I plunged back in. All. The. Way. To. The. Hilt. 

“Stop fucking toying with me... please... let me cum... Daddy... please... I’m being good... I haven’t complained... fuuuuuucckkkkk I’m close.” 

Again; I removed my stiff rod from her. A frustrated groan getting louder. She whimpered, longer, more desperate. If only she could see the giant smirk on my face. 

“Why? Fucking Why Tyler? I’ve called you daddy... April came... Veronica came... please let me fucking cum.” 

I just let my tip tap along her outer lips, not penetrating any longer, just sliding up and down the entrance. A few taps and rub along her clit and I thought she’d cum just from that. She didn’t. Yet.  

“Or that... keep doing th-”  

Nora cut herself off. Slowing her breathing, trying to reset herself. Start over. It wasn't working, her breath could never truly settle. She was twitching, her legs, her hips... trying to force herself to finally get her all the way there. I pinned her knees apart, down to the sheets. Arching my back down to find her pearl with my tongue. It riled her up again. 

“Fucking pick one... God damn it Tyler... please... please make me fucking cum... your tongue... your dick... I don’t fucking care... please daddy... please make me cum...”  

I continued to choose silence. Letting her simmer in her own rising tension. I wanted her to keep talking. To see if I could learn more about her. How desperate can she get. How needy. How willing to submit for my cock. 

I stopped my mouth, just letting my hot breath rest in her lap. A slow drawn out stream of heat. I could see her lungs fill and decompress with urgency. Her breath was getting shallow, her voice a throaty whisper. 

“What do I have to do... just tell me... I’ll do it... anything...”  

My tongue started again. A slow steady press of my flat tongue. I pushed into her clit, more determined flicks right along its edges, all the way around. I pulled it under my front row of teeth. Gently letting it rest between my tongue and upper jaw. A low hum and suck. She lost the patience in her voice.  

“Stop... not again... don’t bring me all the way there... fuck... just to stop agaiiiiiiiii- Fuck. Really?!” 

This was fun. I planned to let her cum shortly; but the constant desperation in her cord tempted me to draw it out even further. Maybe until morning. Make her wake up and beg me more. It was powerful, the way she was losing control. My back straightened and knees spread out around her. I pulled her legs together and let them fall to my shoulder. I pushed them back, looked at her dripping pussy and spoke in the lowest voice I could muster. 

“Nora.” I let the ridges of my flesh pass back to her embrace. “I’m going to stick my dick inside of you. I’m going to fuck you. Your words.” A tiny press inside of her, not even eclosing around my head. “Your words will determine if you get to cum. If I continue. Or if I stop once more. Do you understand?” 

“Yes...” 

A hand gentle rested on my shoulder. It was Veronica, her and April made it back up the stairs. Cute wet hair, back in their clothes. Veroncia whispered to me. 

“Do you want us to stay?” 

“No. Thank you. You can go.” 

“April wants to... but she won't ask.”  

I nodded. Speaking a little louder while motioning for April to come closer.  

“The girls are leaving Nora. Do you want them to stay?” 

“No... I just want my turn... my turn to cum...” 

“Goodbye Girls.”  

April was close enough, I grabbed her wrist and watched her confused face twist. Veronica waved as she let herself out. I whispered slow into April’s ear.  

“Be a good girl. Record this for me.”  

She pulled her phone out and nodded. Quietly, taking a step to the other side of the bed. She lifted the camera up and I plunged my entire length back into the squirming redhead. Her voice took a second to catch up to her mouth dropping open. A deep satisfied groan as my motions found their rhythm.  

“Keep going. Just like that... FUCK yes.”  

My thumb reached down in front of me. A wary little circle along her button. A flicker in her breath. A twitch of her neck. The slow rise of her chest. I pulled out again, resting it back along her core. 

“FUCK. I’ll say anything Tyler... fucking Christ... what do you want... just tell me... I’ll say anything. You want me to curse Caleb?! I’ll-” 

CRACK. 

A firm slap along her cheek. “No names. This is being sent to the group.” 

“Jesus... OKay... shit... Oil... You fucking dick... Ughhhh... He had his chance... I can’t... I don't want it anymore... You... Cane... Fuck... give me your dick Cane... please... for the love of god I want to cum so fucking bad... I fucking need it... more than I need this game... this job... this air that I breathe... I’d give it all up... just to cum on your dick... on... oh come on... fine... fuck... fuck it... Daddy... Make me cum Daddy... Oil begged me... on his knees... flaccid little cock between his knees... BEGGED me... to call him Daddy. To let him claim me...” 

I shoved back inside of her and began the motions again. A low throaty roar coming from my chest. “Don’t fucking stop or it comes out again.”  

“I never let him... Hahahah fuck this is so good... I can feel it... the craziest fucking orgasm of my life... its so far away... yet so close... Fill me with that fat Daddy cock Cane... You’re my daddy... I’m Cane’s good girl... Please make me cum Daddy... Cum like Ca... Oil. Oil never could... Fuck him... I don’t care... I want you... to do this... to me... fucking hell... fuck. fuck. fuck... yes daddy... I lost where I was... oh fuck... that fucking log is splitting me in half... I can’t anymore... I can’t hold it... I don’t want to... I never want to stop... I’ll never fuck another guy... only you Cane... only my daddy.”  

I fucking lost it. My body using every ounce of muscle to repeatedly crush into the desperate moaning melted snowman in my hands. I sounded like wounded elephant as I felt my orgasm building. Still far enough away, to watch Nora get obliterated by my dick.  

“I’m fucking... I’m going to... Jesus fucking Christ... It’s here... It’s happening... oh fuck... yes. Yes. Yes. I’m... UngggghaahhaaMmmmmmm.”  

I ripped her blindfold off. Her eyes widening as she saw my shaft rushing inside of her. The slight panic as she saw April recording, the double down of the loudest moan I’d ever produced out of a woman. She screamed. Her neighbors heard it. The entire block heard it. She didn’t stop. I didn’t stop. I felt like her clenched cunt would never let go of me. No way to stop the intense sate of pleasure she was in.   

I pulled out. Against every fiber in my body. I want to fill her up. To cover her. Another idea popped in my head. I looked at April.  

“That’s enough. Top drawer. Red lipstick. Bring it to me.”  

She did, I couldn’t read the emotions on her face. Envy? Lust? Fear? She stood by my side after placing it into my hand. She was inches from me. My aching cock resting on top of the destroyed restaurant manager. Her boss.  

I popped the cap and wrote in big letters across her entire body. 

‘Cane’s My Daddy‘ 

‘I’m his Good Girl.’ 

I plunged back into her emptiness. The road back to orgasm being a short one. Nora was incoherent, still groaning, whimpering, but still coming down from her high. Her eyes slowly recenter on me, barely staying open. She smiled. A slow spread of her sultry lips still coated in the same lipstick I just applied to her body. It was smeared, barely there. A form of metaphor for the state she was in.  

The waves started crashing. The thunderclouds building at the same time. I felt my body give way and the tidal wave of storms released from my cock. I pointed it on her body, completely covering the lipstick-stained words with my warm sperm. My soul was releasing, something inside of me changing. April’s words in my ear almost made me go again. 

“I’d do anything to be her right now.”  

I let the proud feeling fill me; April’s envious stare at my gleaming shaft. A warm rush of shakes through my fingertips. The sudden jolt of my hips after the intensity slowly faded away. I took a long slow breath as I felt my firm face smirk at the petite blonde.  

“Go downstairs. Wait for me.” 

I sent April off with a quick slap of her ass. I pulled my phone out and took a picture of Nora. She looked like she was asleep, relaxed face, closed eyes, slow calm breathing. I found the picture, the video April sent and started getting it ready to send off.  

Nora still hadn’t moved. I set my phone down and crawled up to her ear. A little whisper to see if she really had fallen asleep. 

“Are you okay?” 

“Yes.” Her eyes didn't even open, an angelic tone of her voice I’d never heard. “I’m okay... just need some... rest... yeah... I’ll be fine.”  

“I’ll be back... You did good.”  

April was sitting in the kitchen, two empty glasses in front of her, a bottle of unopened whiskey next to them. She kept tapping the label of the bottle.  

“My dad has a bottle of this. He only ever opened it when they won another star.” She pulled the foil off the top and uncorked it. Letting the strong scent fill her nose. “He opened it when my brother got his first restaurant chef position. When my older sister graduated from med-school. When my little brother got sous chef. I waited and waited...”  

Gently I reached for the bottle, one hand gripping it and pouring the smokey amber into the glasses while my other rested on her shoulder. 

“Then let’s celebrate.” 

“Celebrate what? That I’m still a waitress at 22?” 

“The game. You’re in it now. Play it right and you could have Nora’s job soon.”  

“No shot. I’ll probably lo-” 

“Stop. You’re on my team. You’re not losing anything. I’m done losing. We’re going to win. Me, you, Nora, Julie, Oscar, Marisol. We’re a solid team.”  

April reluctantly raised a glass. A soft clink and we tasted the strong spirit. She didn’t say anything else, just kind of leaned on my shoulder. We slowly enjoyed the celebratory scotch in silence. A sip. A sigh. A little cuddle further into my body.  

I finished my ounce and turned to head back upstairs; April stopped me with a question. 

“Can I stay here with you?” 

“If you want to. I’m going to shower with Nora. The bed for sleeping is in that room.” I pointed down the hall and noticed her quizzical look back at me. “Nora keeps her sex and sleeping beds separate.”  

“So, if I want your...” She nodded down. “I can’t at 2AM?” 

“I never said that.”  

Nora was waiting for me on the bed. Perched on an elbow with a bright grin. She watched every step back into the room. She looked recovered, all of her ducks at least in the same room. 

“Can I see the video... before you send it?” 

“Yeah... of course.”  

“I don’t even remember what I said. Barely recognized April with the phone pointed at us... What did you do to me?”  

“You were just distracted.” 

“Come on.” Her hand patted the sheets next to her. “Let’s get this sent. I’m about to pass out.” 

I pulled up the video and let her watch. It did things to me. Blood rushing in more places than just my groin. A weird shake through me. Hearing myself on camera, that deep voice I didn’t recognize. I couldn’t let her notice, anyone. I’m going to have a hard time keeping this up for 3 months. Summer break seemed so far away... I sent off the video.  

Sir-Ma'am-Cane 

[Video of April’s Initiation.]  

Everyone 

‘Sorry bud.’ - Cane 

[Video of Nora.] - Cane 

[Picture of Lipstick Nora] - Cane 

“Can we shower together?”  

Nora didn’t let me answer. She just grabbed my hand and led me down the stairs. The steam did wonders for my head. It started throbbing. I was confident about the videos. Something about knowing everyone would see them, hear my voice in them. It felt like a dagger twisting in my stomach.  

A quick spank of my butt brought laughter into the tight space. Nora looked up at me, only a few inches shorter. It always felt light with her. Never too serious. We exchanged little smiles the rest of the shower. Finishing off and walking downstairs in towels. Nora flipped on the lights as we entered her bedroom. 

“Why is April in my bed?” 

“She didn’t want to go home either.”  

“Okay.”  

She shrugged it off as we both climbed into bed. It was cold, the sheets, the pillow. The three of us ended up very close together. If April woke, she didn’t tell us, but I felt her scootch closer. I fell asleep between the two girls, finally feeling a little peace. 

(The conclusion of this week’s installment)
——

“What does a sperm sample have anything to do with a penis reduction procedure?!” I protest, unaccepting of the ridiculousness.

“He asked the same thing.”

“And what did Laura say?”

“The same thing I’m telling you: Hush!”

——

“I’m just being thorough in my work up,” Laura continued, adding more lube to his shaft.

“But…” he began to argue, stopping with the return of her hand to his rigid member.

“But?” she purred, ready to counter any protest.

“It…it can take me a while to…to ejaculate,” he groaned, searching for formal words while being tossed off by an immaculate blonde whose blouse had fallen wide open.

“I see,” she replied. “I guess that is just one more condition for me to consider.”

All pretenses pushed to the side, she began to vigorously jerk him off with both hands, drawing a moan of pleasure from his throat. She carried on that way for a few minutes, alternating from two hands together to two hands split to one hand on his shaft and one teasing his tip and back again.

“So what was the most you have ever been able to insert into a woman? Half?” she asked, taking a break and forming a ring with her thumb and forefinger roughly halfway down his shaft. She flooded her thong just looking at the amount that may have made it in someone.

“Well, I guess maybe more like a third?” he said, now having a true sense of scale with Laura’s hand sliding up and down his rigid cock.

“You poor thing,” she unapologetically murmured. “Such a waste, such a waste.”

She reluctantly let go of his cock to roll back over the cabinet and return with the largest Magnum she could find.

“Well, since it looks like you are nowhere near close to ejaculating, I think it’s time to escalate the treatment,” she said tearing the condom open with her teeth.

“Actually, I was getting pretty clo…”

“Shhhh…” she stopped him, bringing a long, slender finger to his lips to silence him.

Using every bit of her condom rolling expertise, she was just able to manage wrapping his tool, its ring stopping a good two inches above his base.

——

“He’s the reason why we had that XXXL Magnum for you,” Candace points out. “We’ve had to corner the market on those things.”

“I guess I should thank him,” I sarcastically reply.

“‘World’s Largest Dick Meets World’s Largest Sack’,” Candace jokes. “I would watch the shit out of that porno.”

——

“A third, huh?” Laura repeated, eyes locked on his wrapped cock, considering the challenge.

“Yeah, a thi…uuuughhh…” he groaned, unable to finish his reply before Laura attempted to take in his tip, her mouth open as wide possible.

——

“I thought she said ‘I would be hard pressed to find *any* scenario in which giving a patient a blow job is the best course of action’?”

“Exactly! That’s the other reason why I was so pissed when she was scolding me. It’s not like she hasn’t done the same thing before!”

——

“Gggaaahh!” she gasped, unsuccessful in her initial attempt to get past his ridge.

Never one to back down from adversity, she braced herself to try again, firmly gripping his cock in one hand and completely relaxing her jaw.

——

“Waitwait. Just how big are we talking here?”

“You ever try to wrap your mouth around a soup can?”

“8 or 16 ounces?” I crack.

“20,” Candace seriously replies.

“Can’t say I have,” I respond, an unholy image of Laura’s stretched mouth suddenly popping into my head.

——

On her second attempt, Laura felt her lips slip past his ridge as she forced her tongue out of the way, his tip stopped by her uvula and the narrowing opening to her throat.

“You are a big boy!” she proclaimed once she evacuated him from her mouth so she could breathe.

Laura then lost her gloves and draped her lab coat and stethoscope over the rolling table next to his chart and specimen cup before she tried again, this time getting well past his ridge, his tip bumping the back of her throat. She held on as long as she could, her throat involuntarily contracting and tears welling in the corners of her eyes, giving him a couple of jerks for good measure.

“Holy shit,” Michael groaned when she released him.

“That’s the most anyone has managed to take into their mouth,” he added, bringing a very proud look to Laura’s face.

“Stick around and I’ll show you all kinds of things those girls could never do,” she replied before bringing her lips back to his cock, planting kisses down his shaft, one hand massaging his sack.

——

“She spent the next 5 minutes giving him the best blow job he ever had until that point,” Candace says. Back in her spot next to me, she absentmindedly strokes my thigh, her hand getting dangerously close to my crotch.

“I’m impressed he lasted that long.”

“Oh her blow job skills are fair at best,” she claims.

“I’m not going to ask how you know that.”

“Michael told me.”

“He…he told you?” I reply. “When?”

“So anyway…” Candace continues, changing the subject.

——

“Now Michael, can you keep a secret?” Laura purred, rising to her feet.

“Ummmm,” gulped Michael, watching Laura start to undo the last of her buttons that were hold her top together.

“You see, I am in a bit of a hurry,” she tsk-tsked. Towering over Michael, she pulled her arms through her sleeves to remove her top, leaving her standing there in her expensive, white lingerie D-cup bra that barely held in her breasts.

“But your sperm sample is very important to my diagnosis. Very important,” she continued, reaching for the back zipper of her long pencil skirt.

“Uh huh,” he submissively replied, her breasts at his eye level.

Zipper undone, she shimmied down her skirt, elegantly stepping her stiletto-ed feet out of it, the sudden shock of cold air raising tight goose bumps on her perfect ass cheeks.

“So what I think we need to do,” she continued, “is to do it the way nature truly intended.” She ran her manicured nail across his cheek, down his gown and back to his shaft that she was pleased to find was even harder than when she left it.

“But you need to promise that you won’t tell anyone that we did what we are about to do. Promise?”

“I…I promise,” he replied in a whisper, not given much of a choice.

A seductive pat on the crinkly exam table paper was all it took for Michael to climb on. Now at a convenient working height, Laura lowered her mouth onto his column and sucked what she could of his tip while jerking his shaft with both hands.

Michael could only lay back in pleasure, unsure if moaning in approval was appropriate. Knowing he would never be so bold, Laura grabbed his hand and brought it to her crotch, forcing his finger tips against the soaked white lace fabric that barely covered her womanhood.

She moaned into his cock as his fingers pressed and prodded and poked, raking her large, swollen clit through the thin fabric. She went to town on his cock, kissing and licking and sucking and jerking every glorious inch of him through the condom, from his bush to his tip. His fingers inevitably slipped past her thong and glided along her slick pussy, her lips already hanging open and wanting. He was tentative, content simply with running the tips of his fingers across her slit.

The tease was driving Laura insane. Mouth and one hand on his cock, she forced the length of his middle and ring finger into her with her other hand, drawing a deep, guttural moan from her throat. She spread her legs to give him more room to work, a task that he picked up quickly, curling his fingers to find her G-spot.

“Ooohhh fuuuuuu…” she had to moan, eyes rolling, when he hit it and didn’t stop, a puddle of her juices forming in his hand. She ground hard into him, forcing her clit against his palm. Her mouth returned to his cock out of pure instinct, the mammoth member twitching between her lips.

For someone so inexperienced, he sure knew what he was doing. His pointer and pinky did not lay idle, but instead rubbed spots around her womanhood she forgot she had.

“Don’t…don’t stop…” she gasped, her grip tightening around his cock for support.

——

“Did he change anything up?”

“What?”

“Laura says that when a woman says ‘Don’t stop’, she means ‘Don’t change a thing.’”

“Is that what she told you?! That explains a lot, actually,” Candace stews.

“Women are impossible,” I groan.

“For the record, judging by how hard he made her cum from his finger fuck, it is safe to assume he didn’t change anything.”

——

Now ready as she ever would be, she pulled away and let his soaked hand slip out of her. Without a word, she stripped out of her ruined thong and threw it to the side, then stepped out of her shoes and climbed onto the table to straddle him.

His body dwarfed under her, she pressed his massive, completely engorged cock against her perfectly manicured bush, her brown hairs trimmed short and waxed into a wide landing strip.

——

“So she is a real blonde.”

“Surprisingly, yes.”

——

Preparing for the challenge, she added several generous dollops of lube to his huge staff, then rose from her haunches to apply some to herself before positioning her pussy over him.

“Ooooooooo…” Laura moaned, one hand on this chest to keep her balance, the other wrapped halfway around Mike’s massive member as she eased him in, struggling to take just his tip.

It took her two tries to get his ridge in, the moment it broke through taking her breath away.

“Shiiiiii…” Laura groaned, her pussy lips panicking with the utter violation of her womanhood.

It was slow progress. First just the tip and back out. Then another half inch and back out. Another inch.

She was trembling by the time she felt his condom covered, bulbous tip bump her cervix, her body perspiring despite the arctic chill of the exam room. A gasp left her lungs as her pussy struggled to adjust, places being touched that her husband’s cock didn’t know existed.

“I…I must warn you…fuck!… warn of the…shit…of the…” she strained out, her thighs on fire as they worked to keep her from being impaled, words marking each punch of her womb. “…Of the risks…fuck…the risks of a penis reduction pro…fuuuuckk…procedure.”

Michael could only nod, his eyes closed and head tilted back on the exam table, the nerve endings on his shaft telling him more than enough.

“Im…impotence…holy shit…loss of…motherfucker…loss of sens…ahhh!” she screamed, her pussy stretching with each plunge, inch-by-holy-shit-why-are-you-so-big-inch disappearing into her depths.

“Loss of sensation…” she finally spits. “So good…fuck!…I’m mean…loss…sensation… very…fuck!…very bad!”

She built up a slow, steady rhythm, rising several inches off Michael before swallowing him again, each time getting just a little bit more into her. Her eyes were tightly shut, her mind going to a place where the pain was transformed into pure, sinful, lustful pleasure.

“Ohhh…shhhii…Dr. Larrson…so deep…” Michael moaned, finally opening his eyes to watch Laura bounce on his cock.

“Laura…call…me…Laura…” she gasped, her head twisting in pleasure and pain.

“Oh…ok…Laura,” he moaned.

“How…how are we doing, Michael? Are…are…ooohhh fuuck…are we…fuuuuckkk…making…fucking shit…so fucking big…are we making progress?” she exhaled, one hand on his thigh, propping herself up.

“Yeah…ooohhhh fuuuu…yeah…it…it feels really good,” he replied in pure, lustful pleasure. “No one has taken so much of me…”

“I…I think…ahhhh…no…no reduction…fuck,” Laura moaned. “You…just…need…a…real…woman.”

Laura was now successfully plunging down on two thirds of his cock. But try as she might, she could do no more, her guts already feeling like they had been rearranged. Arched slightly back; thighs flexing; her pussy stretched to its limits, its lips gripping his shaft; free hand raking her clit; her fabulous D’s jiggling, long since freed from the confines of her bra; she was an incredible sight.

——

“Then it happened,” Candace says in a very serious voice. “Some say he shifted just the right way. Others claim her thigh cramped. A third group said it was because the full moon messed with the tides. Still others blamed it on swamp gas from a weather balloon trapped in a thermal pocket that reflected the light from Venus.”

“But whatever the reason,” she pauses for effect, “what happened next became the stuff of legend.”

——

Suddenly and without warning, Laura’s hose-covered knees slipped off the sides of the narrow, pleather exam table, dropping her entire weight down onto Michael and nearly knocking the wind out of him. The entirety of his very thick, very erect flag pole disappeared into Laura, her ass coming to rest on his thighs.

The onset of shock was immediate.

“Motherfuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!” screamed Laura, cumming instantly from her oversaturated pain and pleasure receptors. Stunned, Michael could only lie there and watch as Laura’s legs shook uncontrollably, flailing off the sides of the exam table.

For the first time in his life, Michael felt what it was like to have his entire cock enveloped by a woman. As if not believing the nerve endings on the base of his shaft screaming “so this is what it feels like!”, he looked down to find that Laura had indeed consumed his full length, the outline of his cock faintly visible through her fat-less pelvis.

“Are…are you ok?” he asked, his own waves of pleasure washing over him as her pussy continued to confusedly milk the engorged member she was impaled upon. She responded with a breathless, simultaneous shaking and nodding of her head, tears welling in the corners her tightly shut eyes. Her hands grasped blindly seeking solace. Seeking comfort. Seeking a way to lift herself off his third leg that just permanently displaced her womb.

Her first attempt failed miserably, her shaking thighs not even making it halfway up his cock before they gave way, dropping her again down onto Michael and drawing another scream from her throat.

For Michael, the feeling was intense. Not quite realizing her struggles, he lost himself in the feeling of being completely buried in a woman, her nails digging into his chest only adding to the sensation.

Two more attempts, two more balls deep plunges. That was all it took.

“Laura…Laur…I’m…I’m gonna…”

He sat up in desperation, causing Laura to mercifully fall back and off his cock. Specimen cup just within his reach, he managed to open it up and pull his condom off just in time. Laura could only watch in a daze as he came, carefully trying to catch every drop, still believing in its importance towards her diagnosis.

——

“Before you ask, it was 4.5 milliliters. Like a normal person,” Candace catches me just as I open my mouth.

“Well that’s disappointing,” I joke.

——

Finally, an hour after she stormed in, Dr. Larrson exited Mr. Wilson’s exam room, softly closing the door behind her, hair a mess, blouse untucked, buttons mismatched. She gingerly walked up to a very put off looking Amber.

“This…this…this is Micha…Mr. Wilson’s sperm sample,” she said, handing the specimen cup to her. “Would you be so kind as to process that for me?”

“He should be out in a minute…” she continued, voice strained, leaning on the counter for support. “He…he will be considering the options I presented to him.”

“I’d…I’d. like to see him back in a week,” she added before the pain made her reconsider. “Maybe let’s make that two weeks. Yeah, two weeks should be good.”

She turned to head back to exam room 3, leaving a stewing Amber with Michael’s sperm.

“I’m…I’m just going back…back to my notes.” Dr. Larrson said, starting to head down the all before suddenly stopping.

“But…I think…I think I’m going to grab a couple of ice packs first,” she finished, changing directions to head to the wet lab.

Amber gave Mr. Wilson exactly 60 seconds before she barged into his room, only to find him still lying on the exam table in a state of post-coital bliss, his massive, softening cock hanging out, and a spent condom on the floor next to Laura’s forgotten thong.

“Goddammit,” she whispered, regretting ever walking into exam room 3.

——

“And so that’s how Laura convinced Mr. Wilson that a penis reduction was a horrible idea,” Candace triumphantly finishes.

“I mean, the potential risks do sound god awful,” I say.

“In the end, Mr. Wilson learned a couple of things that day,” Candace picks up.

“First, it is possible for all of him to fit in a woman without putting her in the hospital,” she says. “Second, he’s been chasing the wrong women his whole life.”

“He was a changed man after that day, especially when he found out that there’s a whole niche of tall size-queens that love short kings. He no longer limited his sights to women that were shorter than him, oh no. 5’8”, 5’10”, 6’2”. Once word got around that he had a world record dick and wasn’t an actual dick, but a really sweet guy, the world of tall women turned into his oyster. Rumor has it he even banged Sophie Clark, the power forward for the Storm.”

“No shit? She’s awesome!”

“She is! We should totally go to a game. But anyway,” Candace continues. “He even discovered that there were a bunch of sex-starved, good-Christian milfs that were hiding in the woodwork at his church, most of whom had popped out like 6 kids and could take him with no problem, but were never going to admit it.”

“I guess his mother got her wish,” I joke.

“She should have been careful what she wished for,” Candace smiles. “Now she’s scandalized every time her son walks in and a flock of supposedly happily married women fight to sit next to him.”

“But through it all, he still is at Laura’s beck and call.”

“Fair enough, she is the one that started it all. And she is smoking hot. I mean…” I smile devilishly at Candace, successfully dodging the cushion she chucked at me. “I mean…even though she’s old. Like, super old.”

“That’s better, you ass,” Candace says.

“I should add that it’s not just Laura,” she adds, an evil smile of her own forming on her face. “Let’s just say Amber did get her revenge. We all did.”

“Wait, what do you mean, you all did?” I say, raising my eyebrow. Truthfully, I found the thought of Candace trying to take Michael’s massive cock incredibly arousing.

“Well, not Dylan, of course. Which isn’t to say that Dylan didn’t try. I’m not sure why he thought Michael might be bi.”

“But the rest of you?”

“More champagne?” Candace asks, running diversion.

“I bet you couldn’t even get half of him in.”

“Three quarters, thank you very much!” she finally reveals, unable to resist my challenge to her honor, drawing laughter from me.

“Don’t worry. He couldn’t make me cum the way you can,” she says returning to her cuddle spot under my arm, giving me a peck on the lips, fresh cup of champagne in her hand.

“Damn skippy.”

“Oh my god, how old are you?” she sighs.

Story time over, we sit in silence for a few moments, perfectly content in each other’s presence.

“So,” she starts.

“So.”

“You wanna watch some porn?”

“‘Abi Gets Blacked?’”

“I was thinking ‘Abi on Top,’” Candace overrules, already removing Sheila’s strap-on. “A bet’s a bet, after all.”

——

To be continued...

The first thing I noticed when I got out of the car was that he had gotten hotter.

Goddammit. 

It was the summer after freshman year of college, and I was meeting up with my high school friends to camp on the beach—a yearly tradition since we could drive.

The sun was already low in the sky when I arrived, pulling into the sparsely-occupied lot around 8pm. We would make a bonfire and sit around drinking and talking and making s’mores until the sun came up.

“Hey Frankie!” Sam called, walking briskly up the beach toward me. My name’s Francesca and I’ve always hated the nickname Frankie—except when he used it. He had been a friend since our awkward middle school days, but I’d been nursing a reluctant crush on him since about junior year of high school. Our timing had never been quite right, and the fact that he had gone away to college and come back even hotter didn’t make it any easier.

“Hey, Sam,” I called back. I reached into my trunk, grabbed my backpack, and slung it over my shoulder. I slammed the trunk closed and there he was, his eyes shining.

“It’s so good to see you,” he said, pulling me into a bear hug. “You look great.”

“You do too!” I responded, trying to be casual, feeling anything but casual. “You’ve already got a great summer tan going.”

“Yeah, lifeguarding will do that,” he said. “Well, come on, come on, let’s get back over to everyone.”

As it turned out, I was the last to arrive. Everyone else was there—we were about a dozen people altogether—and the bonfire was already burning merrily. I tossed my backpack into the pile of stuff the others had brought and laid out my towel by the fire. 

We spent the next several hours catching up as the sun went down, laughing and joking like no time had passed. Amy’s older brother had gotten us a couple of cases of beer, and we drank enthusiastically. 

The fire began to die down, and Sam popped to his feet and volunteered to get more driftwood. “Hey, Frankie—want to come with me?”

A chorus of “ooooooo” went around the bonfire and I blushed, but stood up to follow Sam down the beach.

“Don’t be too long, guys!” a voice called after us. I wasn’t sure who it was, but I made a mental note to strangle them when I got back.

Sam and I trundled along the beach in silence for a few moments, looking for logs of driftwood to bring back to the fire. The whitewashed lifeguard tower swam gradually out of the darkness, and the words spilled out of my mouth before my brain could stop them:

“Hey—race you to the lifeguard tower!”

Without waiting for him to acknowledge me, I began running, the sand shifting under my bare feet. I ran, laughing and gasping, and just as I was about to reach the tower I felt him grab me around the waist. I shrieked as we went tumbling to the sand and he landed on top of me, his face inches from mine.

“You’ve been making me chase you for a long time,” he said. “But I’ve caught you now.”

I didn’t understand what he meant until his lips were on mine.

My head spun from our fall, from the beer, from the feel of his tongue in my mouth. Was he really kissing me?

He answered the question before I could ask it. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

“Me too,” I whispered.

He smiled in the dark and grabbed my hand. “Come on.”

He pulled me up from the sand and up the short set of stairs to the deck that overlooked the water. He pushed me up against the wall of the tiny building, my back against the rough wood, and kissed me again. 

“We’ll have to be quick,” he said, and I nodded.

His hands slid up my front to cup my breasts, gently pushing aside my bikini top to expose my nipples to the warm night air. He caressed them gently as he kissed me, sending tingles through my body as I felt his hardness growing against me. His bare chest was warm against mine, his skin a welcome heat even in the midsummer humidity. 

Sweat broke out on my forehead as we kissed urgently, as if we’d never have the opportunity again.

For all we knew, we wouldn’t.

I had on a pair of denim shorts over my bikini bottoms, and he unbuttoned them and pushed them down my hips. They puddled at my feet and I stepped out of them. His hands stayed at my hip level, one cupping my ass as the other slipped between my legs to pull my bathing suit aside.

The moment he touched me there I was putty in his hands, dripping wet as a thousand different fantasies came true at once. I shuddered at his touch and threw my arms around his neck, holding him closer as he probed into me. 

“You’re so wet for me already,” he breathed. “Are you ready for me?”

I nodded, panting. He pulled me away from the wall and positioned me against the railing. I leaned on it, propped on my elbows, and he pulled my bathing suit aside again. He ran his fingers through the wetness between my legs one more time, and then he was pushing into me. 

Not a single one of the fantasies I’d envisioned over the duration of my crush could hold a candle to the real thing. He was inside me, actually inside me, his hand on my breast and his mouth on my neck. I pushed back into him, needing him deeper, needing him to fill me up.

He chuckled in my ear. “If I’d known you wanted me so bad, I would’ve made my move sooner,” he whispered. I groaned and pushed back harder. His other hand slipped down to my clit and began to rub light circles over it, and my knees nearly buckled under me. Another moan escaped from me, louder this time.

“Shhhhh.” His breath in my ear. “You don’t want them to hear us, do you?”

I shook my head, unable to speak.

“Good girl.”

His words sent shivers through me, and I bit back a whimper.

He moved slowly, silently, in and out of me, the only sound his heavy breathing in my ear. I twisted toward him and we kissed again, his tongue seeking mine, my breathing coming faster as he pushed me toward the edge. Sweat was running down my face now, his body a furnace pressed against mine, the air wet and close on our skin. 

His thrusts came hardier, jerkier. My legs began to tremble and he held me firmly against him, one finger still teasing my clit, and then I was spasming uncontrollably, my muscles clenching down on the hard shaft inside me. He lasted for two more thrusts and then I felt him begin to pulse, holding me against him as he came. We quivered together, lips touching, as the pleasure washed over us.

We rested together for a moment, his sweaty forehead resting on my shoulder, his hands still on my breast and between my legs. He pulled out slowly and slipped my bathing suit back into place, then tucked himself back into his shorts. I stepped back into my discarded denim shorts and buttoned them up again. I could feel his come dripping slowly out of me to soak my bathing suit.

“Come on, let’s actually go find some driftwood.” He reached for my hand and laced his fingers with mine.

***

We returned to the bonfire about ten minutes later, our arms full of driftwood logs. We’d been gone only twenty minutes, but the group teased us anyway. We just shrugged and dropped the logs in a pile so some of the guys could start building the fire back up, then sat down on opposite sides of the pit. As conversation resumed, we glanced at each other across the fire from time to time, sharing secret smiles that we hoped no one noticed.

The sun began to come up as the fire died down again, and people began to drift away. Sam and I were among the last two people left, and I could tell we were both lingering, waiting to be alone. He approached as I shook the sand from my towel, then began to fold it up.

“Sam, I—” He cut me off with a kiss, and I stared at him, nonplussed.

“What were you going to say?” he asked, his face still close to mine.

“I…don’t remember,” I said, and he kissed me again. “This is a surprise,” I murmured. My towel had fallen to the sand, forgotten; his hands were on my hips again and I couldn’t form rational thoughts.

“Why?” he said, smiling, pulling me closer.

“I just—I didn’t—I thought maybe—I thought it was just, like, that you probably wanted a one time thing.” I had to drag the words out; the gold flecks in his brown eyes were all I could think about.

“Frankie,” he said, his hand cupping my face now as he looked into my eyes, “if you think I’m going to give this up, and by this I mean both our friendship and what we did a few hours ago—” His eyes flick toward the lifeguard tower, then back to me. “—you’re crazy.”

“But I thought—” Why am I fighting this, isn’t this what I’ve wanted—even though I didn’t want to want it—for years? “I thought, you know, going back to school—we’re both working during the summer—”

“We’ll figure it out,” he said, and kissed me again, lightly. 

“Oh…okay,” I said, a smile spreading across my face.

“Now,” he said, picking up my towel and brushing the sand from it again. “Can I take you out to breakfast?”

I smiled and laced my fingers through his, and together we walked to the parking lot.

The hike was beautiful, and Jessie and I had been enjoying our time in the woods. We were on day 3 of a 5 day hike, and we had both been looking forward to tonight’s campsite. We were as far away from civilization as we would be, and we would be totally alone. The campsite would be a picturesque spot by a creek. Clear, clean water to swim in, and a lush grove of trees to relax under. We had a shorter day, and would be there by early afternoon. We planned to set up the campsite, take off our clothes, and enjoy each other in nature. It was the highlight of the trip.

Needless to say, we were both disappointed when we turned the bend in the trail to the campsite and saw a tent already pitched. I groaned and I turned to see Jessie’s shoulders dropping in disappointment. “Maybe they’ll be cool,” I said lamely as we walked the last 100 yards to the campsite and dropped our bags.

“Yea, maybe,” Jessie responded as she sat down and began unlacing her shoes. “Maybe not,” she finished. I nodded in agreement and pulled the tent out of my pack, and we both went to work setting it up. By this point, it was habit, and we mechanically and quietly pitched our tent, sitting in our disappointment at our lack of privacy. 

“I’ll let you get changed while I get some water from the creek for us to purify,” I said to Jessie. She nodded and ducked into the tent to get out of her sweaty hiking clothes. Even without the privacy we wanted, we had both packed bathing suits so we could bathe in the creek at this point if there happened to be another camper there. I trudged over to the creek and bent down to fill my jug when I heard him.

“Hey there stranger, fancy meeting you here,” a voice said. I turned around and saw a man walking towards me, hand outstretched to shake mine. He was tall, a little taller than me, and looked to be in good shape. He had a broad smile on his face. I reached out to take his hand and shook it. He had a firm grip.

“Nice to meet you,” I responded. “My name is Jack, and my wife Jessie is in our tent. I hope you don’t mind sharing this spot with us.”

“Not at all,” he replied. “And my name is Tom, pleasure to meet you Jack.” We both turned as Jessie ducked out of the tent to walk over to join us. I enjoyed the look of happy surprise on Tom’s face as my wife sauntered over in the bikini that she had packed. It was my favorite, a simple black bikini. But it was small. Her perky 34b breasts were held snugly by the small triangles of fabric. And the bottom was small in the front and even smaller in the back. It did not leave much to the imagination.

Jessie giggled as she saw Tom staring at her. “Hi there, I heard your name from inside the tent. I’m Jessie. I apologize for the suit, I didn’t mean to be a distraction. But we didn’t expect to have company on this hike,” she said with a smile.

“It’s ok,” Tom stuttered out as he shook her hand. “I don’t mind it.” he blushed as he said this, and so did my wife. We all laughed at that and Tom continued, “I didn’t expect to see anyone either, but maybe we can have a nice dinner and talk after your swim.”

“Sure thing,” I said, as I turned for the tent to get changed. I ducked into the tent as Jessie and Tom exchanged pleasantries. I could half hear their conversation, but I perked my ears up when I heard them start to talk about swimming. “Why don’t you join us for a swim,” Jessie said to Tom, “It’s hot as hell out and the water would feel good. We can all hang out before dinner.”

“I don’t want to impose,” Tom replied. “You and your husband were expecting a quiet spot for the night, and here I am. I’ll let you two enjoy the water. Besides, I didn’t bring a bathing suit,” he ended.

Jessie laughed. “I’m in the smallest bathing suit I own Tom. Didn’t you bring underwear on this hike? Just wear that. Seriously, we don’t mind, let’s have some fun and splash around before dinner.”

“Well,” Tom hesitated as I stepped out of the tent in my suit. 

“Seriously Tom,” I added in, “Just grab a pair of underwear and join us, we’ll all be underwater anyway.”

Tom shrugged, and responded, “Alright if you two don’t mind. The water would feel nice, and I was planning on getting in, I just didn’t pack a suit because I thought I would be alone too.”

Jessie laughed, “We all thought the same thing,” as she turned and walked into the cool clean water. I joined her, and we both turned around to watch Tom as Jessie drifted into my arms. He was slipping his shirt off, revealing a strong chest and stomach. He unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his shorts as he slid them down, leaving him in a pair of tight fitting box briefs that left nothing to the imagination. His bulge was huge, and Jessie sucked in a breath when she saw it. “Fuck, he is big,” she whispered to me as I held her.

“Yes he is,” I responded. I was no slouch in the dick department, but I knew a monster cock when I saw one. Tom walked into the water with us, and ducked totally under the water, popping up with a dripping head and a smile.

“It does feel good in here,” he said. We both agreed, and all relaxed in the water for the next few minutes, letting the current swirl the water around our bodies and cool us down. Jessie was with me, allowing me to hold her up while we all talked. Her hands, invisible from the surface, but busy underneath the water, teasing me. I was getting hard, and she was smirking at me, knowing the teasing was driving me crazy.

“So what were you two planning on doing here if I wasn’t here,” Tom asked with a grin. “Because I was planning on doing some naked fishing, but I’m going to guess you had different plans,” he said.

Jessie and I laughed. “Well,” I replied, “nudity would have played a part for us too,” I said.

“We didn’t bring any fishing gear though,” Jessie finished with a giggle and a blush. Tom laughed at that.

“I figured as much,” he chuckled. “Well if you don’t mind, I might at least enjoy the natural part of my trip. It’s not my first time out here at this spot, and I just love being free and open out in nature.”

Jessie and I looked at each other, and I gave her a slight nod. “Wedon’t mind Tom,” Jessie said. “Whatever you want to do is fine with us.” 

Tom smiled at us both. “Thank you guys, some people can be real weird about being naked out here.” He reached down under the water and we could see him slide his underwear down. He lifted them above the water and tossed them onto the bank. “Much better,” he sighed as floated in the water.

Jessie looked at me and gave my cock a squeeze under the water. I looked back at her, and smirked. “Tom, I think I’ll join you,” I said, letting go of Jessie and sliding my bathing suit off. I threw it onto the bank too, and spread my legs to let the water swirl around my semi hard cock. “It does feel amazing,” I said.

Tom smiled, “Doesn’t it? And look, if you two need some private time, just tell me to fuck off,” he finished. 

I grabbed my wife and pulled her in for a kiss. “You’re wild today Jack,” she whispered as I kissed her. “It’s kind of a turn on.” We kissed again and I felt her reach down and grab my hands and pull them up behind her back to where her bikini top tie was. “Take my top off,” she whispered in my ear.

“You sure,” I whispered back. She nodded and she let go of me and spun around to face Tom. 

“Don’t worry about it Tom. We are all just out here enjoying nature,” Jessie said. As she was saying that, I was untying her top. Both knots undone, i pulled the small triangles to the side and off of her body, leaving her tits free in the current. I saw goosebumps on her neck as she realized she was topless. I didn’t stop there, I reached down and undid her bottoms as well. They joined her top on the bank next to my suit and Tom’s underwear.

Jessie reached behind herself and felt my rapidly hardening cock growing in her hand as I pulled her close, my hands going to her breasts. I felt her nipples harden between my fingers as I played with her. 

I saw Tom staring intently at us as Jessie closed her eyes, stroking my cock and enjoying the sensation of my fingers and the cool water. I watched his hand begin to move rhythmically as Jessie moaned. This was one of the sexiest moments I had been a part of, and not at all what we had been expecting on our hike. But the pleasure was heightened by the audience. 

“I need you inside me,” Jessie moaned as she slowly guided my cock to her entrance. I slid into her warm depths that I knew so well as I held her in the water, slowly pumping in and out of my wife. Tom drifted closer as he watched, stroking a cock neither of us had clearly seen yet. Jessie kept her eyes closed as I pumped. “Yes,” she moaned quietly, “just like that.’

I made eye contact with Tom as I stroked in and out of my wife. He was about 18 inches away from us now. Close enough to see the goosebumps, Jessie’s nipples, and any other details his eyes wanted to drink in. He looked at me, then down at Jessie’s tits, then back at me again. I nodded to him, and slid my hands down to Jessie’s hips to better control our rhythm.

Tom reached out with his free hand, and gently rolled a nipple between he thumb and finger. “Fuck,” Jessie moaned loudly when she felt Tom’s hand on her. “Fuck don’t stop,” she continued as she shuddered on my cock. I had never been so turned on as I was in that moment, watching another man fondle my wife while i fucked her. 

“Enjoy it babe,” I whispered as she continued to moan with pleasure. Tom had both hand on her tits now, playing with both nipples, learning what made her moan the loudest as I kept my pace steady and slow inside her. I watched as she leaned forward, her hand reaching out, wrapping around the massive cock I could clearly see through the water now. Jessie slowly began to stroke Tom as he played with her nipples and I fucked her.

The sight was the most erotic I had seen in our 10 years of marriage. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. As I was about to say something, Jessie spoke first. “Right there, I’m so close,” she breathed. I felt her tense and then felt her pussy spasming around my cock as she orgasmed. That did it for me and I grunted and thrust deep inside her, emptying my load into my wife. Jessie took her free hand, the one not occupied stroking Tom, and grabbed the back of his head, pulling him in for a kiss. 

I slowly slid out of my wife, and she slid her hips forward as Tom grabbed her and pulled her to him, his hands on her ass. The continued to make out and I could see under the water Tom’s ample cock resting between Jessie’s ass cheeks. It was so erotic, seeing them together in the water like that. 

Tom pulled away from her mouth and looked at me. “Are you good with this,” he asked. “And answer quick, because your wife is hard to resist.”
I looked at my wife, and she looked at me. She mouthed one word to me. “Please,” she begged. I nodded and looked at Tom.

“What happens on the hike, stays on the hike,” I said to him.

He nodded back, and kissed Jessie. “This will be easier on the bank,” he said. All three of us got out of the water. I went to the tent to grab a blanket and some towels, while Jessie and Tom stayed by the bank of the water kissing. When I got back to two of them, Jessie took a towel from me and threw it on the ground, and got on her knees. She took Tom’s cock in her hands and began stroking it. She was using both hands and he had inches to spare. He was thick too. 

“Suck it,” he commanded her, and Jessie slowly began to lick up and down his shaft. She circled his head with her tongue. I watched as she slowly took his head into her mouth, her tongue still swirling. I knew the move well, and it felt amazing. Tom enjoyed it too. “Fuck yes,” he said. “Just like that.” I watched as she slowly took more and more of his cock in her mouth. Tom had his eyes closed enjoying my wife’s mouth. Then he spoke again. “Spread out a blanket for us,” he said to me. “It will be easiest for her if she can be on top. You might need to help her,” Tom said.

I quickly spread out a blanket as Tom put his hands down to Jessie’s head, pulled her mouth of his cock, and pulled her back to her feet for a kiss. “Give Jack a kiss before we start Jessie,” he said, as he laid down on the blanket, his massive cock standing at attention. 

Jessie came over and melted into my arms kissing me deeply. I could taste precum on her tongue as she kissed me deep and hard. “Thank you for this,” she said quietly as I pulled her in deeply extending the kiss.

“Enjoy it,” I said, squeezing her ass as she broke the kiss and turned back to the blanket 

She bent down and straddled Tom, sliding her pussy lips up and down his shaft as she leaned down to kiss him again. “I’ll be gentle,” Tom said quietly as he kissed her. I stared at his thick shaft, coated in a mix of her wetness and my cum from the water. Jessie continued to grind on Tom’s cock, stimulating her clit as they made out. Then the moment arrived.

“I love you babe,” Jessie said as she reached down and grasped Tom’s cock. His thick length was standing straight up and down, coated in the mix of cum and juices that Jessie had rubbed on it with her grinding. I held my breath as his head slowly parted her lips and entered her. Jessie shuddered as she took his girth, stopping at his head and letting her body adjust.

“Take your time beautiful,” Tom said. Jessie nodded and slowly slid off his cock, and lowered herself back onto his length. She got a little farther this time, and his head and part of his shaft disappeared inside her. As she slid off again, I could see Tom’s cock glistening where it had disappeared inside her.

“He’s so big babe, I don’t know if I can do it,” Jessie said to me. She closed her eyes, and lowered herself onto Tom for a third time, taking almost half of his length inside of her. Her legs were shaking as she lowered herself onto him. 

I bent down and knelt next to the two of them. I leaned over kissed Jessie, and took her hand in mine. “Whatever you need to do to feel good, you do babe. Just let it feel good,” I said. 

Jessie squeezed my hand and held on as she lowered herself again. She moaned loudly as Tom slid deeply into her. “Fuck me, you’re so deep,” she moaned. I looked down while she gripped my hand and could see the last of Tom’s length disappearing into my wife. She settled onto his cock, letting her body adjust to his total length. I looked down to see Tom with this eyes closed, hands on my wife’s waist as he sat still to let her get comfortable.

“How does it feel babe,” I asked breathlessly.

“He’s so fucking big, Jack, you have no idea. Thank you so much for this, its like nothing I’ve ever felt before,” Jessie said to me.

‘You feel amazing,” Tom said, breaking the reverie between us. “Are you ready for it to feel even better,” he asked? Jessie nodded, and he took her hands in his. “Hold on to me,” he said as he began to slowly thrust his hips, driving in to her.

“Fuck,” she gasped as she felt his cock begin to slide in and out of her. “Fuck, that’s good.” Tom began to drive into her with more urgency, and she held his hands and began to find her rhythm, bouncing on his cock as he thrust. She let go of his hands and put her hands on his chest to begin bouncing. I moved behind the two of them to watch my wife’s tight little pussy being stretched out by Tom’s length as she rode him. I had never stretched her like this, and it was amazing to see and hear her taking such a cock.

After a few minutes of this Tom slowed down and pulled her in for a kiss. “Let’s change things up,” he said as they made out. I watched as he slowly slid his cock out from her, leaving her pussy gaping as she climbed off of him. He instructed her to get on all fours, and knelt behind my wife. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back into him as he slid his cock into her from behind. Jessie bent forward on her forearms as Tom began to thrust hard into her. He was getting deep and clearly hitting a good spot.

“Fuck Tom, you’re going to make me cum,” Jessie cooed. Hearing that my cock got rock hard, and I began to stroke myself while I watched the show. 

“Cum for me Jessie,” Tom replied, as he continued to fuck my wife. “Cum on this big cock.”

“Yes,” she cried as her legs began to shake with her orgasm. “Fuck yes, don’t stop!”

Tom looked at me while I stroked my cock to the sight of my wife orgasming on his rod. “I’m getting close Jack, where do you want me to leave my load,” he asked me.

“I want you to cum in her pussy,” I responded without hesitation.

Tom nodded, and slowed down. “Jessie, your husband wants me to fill you up. Lay on your back for me.” Jessie slowly slid off of Tom’s glistening cock and laid on her back, legs spread while she looked over at me. 

“Are you sure babe,” she asked me, as Tom slowly lined up his cock at her entrance, awaiing my reply. 

“I want you to have the whole experience,” I replied. “I love you,” I said with my next breath.

“I love you too Jack,” Jessie said as Tom thrust into her. He wouldn’t be pulling out without cumming this time. He began to drive into my wife, and I watched as she picked her legs up, wrapping them around his waist to pull him deeper into her. 

“I’m about to cum,” Tom grunted as he drove deeply into Jessie.

“Yes,” she cried. “Cum for me Tom, cum hard,” Jessie yelled.

Tom’s balls tightened up and his cock began to pulse as jet after jet of his warm cum spurted into my wife’s married pussy. Jessie moaned as she lay there, taking his load deep inside her. When Tom’s cock finally finished pulsing, he slowly slid out of my wife, leaving her pussy gaping and her legs spread for me to see. I watched as Tom’s cum began to slowly ooze out of my wife. He had let a huge load loose inside her. 

Even though we had never talked about it, and I never had the compulsion before, i couldn’t resist the sight. My beautiful wife, legs spread, cum leaking from her freshly fucked pussy. I laid down between her legs and began to lick her. Gently cleaning her well fucked pussy, tasting her juices and Tom’s salty cum combining as I licked her slowly.

“Jack,” Jessie hesitated, a gasp caught in her throat as I hit a good spot. “You don’t need to do that,” she finished as I continued to lick. 

“He wants to,” Tom said, as I licked my wife. “He wants to make you feel good.”

Jessie nodded and leaned back, accepting the oral as I continued to clean her pussy up. It didn’t take long for my tongue to bring her to the brink of orgasm again. Her hands grabbed my hard, pulling me hard into her crotch as she came. The contractions from her orgasm forced a large gob of cum out of her pussy and into my mouth. I swallowed it without a second thought. When her orgasm ended, she pulled me up and we kissed passionately. 

“I can’t wait to see what the rest of the night has in store,” she said to me.  

We were lying on the bed, naked and sweaty. Rebecca had her head on my chest. She was quiet for a long time, just breathing slowly. Her fingers were gently tracing circles on my skin.

Finally she spoke.

“I feel like a completely different person now” she said softly. “A few weeks ago I was just a divorced mom trying to move on with life. Now I just had sex with my daughter’s best friend…...and I loved every second of it”

She looked up at me with big eyes.

“I came so hard when you were licking me. I’ve never cum like that before. Not even when I was younger. Your tongue felt so much better than my ex’s dick ever did. The way you sucked on my clit and pushed your tongue inside me…...it made me shake”

I smiled and kissed her forehead gently.

Rebecca got quiet again for a minute. Then she said something that surprised me.

“I touched myself last night thinking about you” she confessed “I felt so guilty after I finished, but I couldn’t stop. I came really hard while imagining your face between my legs”

Her words made my pussy throb again.

She slowly moved on top of me. This time she was more confident. She kissed me hard, pushing her tongue into my mouth. Then she started kissing down my body. She spent a long time on my tits, sucking and gently biting my nipples until they were hard and sensitive.

When she reached my pussy, she didn’t hesitate. She licked me like she was hungry for it. She tried different things like sucking my clit, fucking me with her tongue, even licking my asshole a little. I moaned loud and held her head in place.

When I came, she kept licking until I couldn’t take it anymore. My legs were shaking around her head.

After that, she climbed up and sat on my face. She rode my tongue while playing with her own tits. She came hard, grinding on my mouth and moaning my name.

We were both exhausted after. Rebecca lay beside me and traced her fingers slowly on my skin.

“I don’t know how much longer I can hide this” she said “I keep thinking about you even when Sarah is around. This is getting dangerous…..but I don’t want to stop”

She looked at me with serious eyes.

“What if I’m actually gay? Bi? what if I never want a man again? or would I want a man again?”

The question hung in the air between us. We cuddled for a long time without talking. Both of us knew things were getting more serious.

I step into the steamy bathroom, my eyes immediately find you, standing in the shower. The sight of you naked and glistening under the spray of beautiful water sends an instant jolt of desire through me. I quickly strip off my clothes and join you under the warm water, wrapping my arms around your waist from behind. "Need some help?" I murmur in your ear, pressing a kiss to your damp shoulder.

You shiver and nod, leaning back against my chest. "Please," you sigh happily. "I love it when you take care of me like this..."

I smile and reach for the body wash, squirting some into my palms. I work it into a lather before running my hands over your shoulders and down your arms in firm, sensual strokes. You moan appreciatively as I massage the bubbles into your skin, washing away the last traces of your stressful day.

I take my time, exploring every curve and valley of your body with my slippery hands, I explore everything from the nape of your neck, to the swell of your breasts, to the dip of your waist, and everywhere in between. I knead and caress until your skin is flushed pink and glowing. By the time I reach your hips and thighs, you're trembling against me, your breath coming in sexy little pants.

"Turn around, baby," I whisper in a hoarse voice. "I want to see you..."

You comply eagerly, spinning in my arms to face me. My gaze drops immediately to your breasts, full and heavy with desire, nipples stiff and begging for attention. "Fuck, you're so beautiful..." I groan, reaching out to cup them in my palms. I thumb the hard tips, rolling them in slow circles until you're arching into my touch, your eyes fluttering closed.

"Please," you whimper, your hands fisting in my hair. "I need..." The words dissolve into a moan as I pinch your nipples lightly, tugging on them just a little. "Yes, just like that..."

I oblige, working your sensitive nipples until you're quivering in my arms, your hips rocking restlessly against mine. The feel of your slick skin sliding against my erection is almost enough to make me lose control. With a growl, I spin you around again, pressing you back against my chest. "Not yet," I murmur in your ear. "I'm not done with you..."

I help you so I step out of the shower and quickly rinse us both off before shutting off the water and reaching for a fluffy towel. I wrap it around you snugly, lifting you into my arms. You yelp in surprise, clinging to my neck as I carry you out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. I set you down gently on the bed, unwrapping the towel so I can dry you off.

I take my time, dragging the soft material over your skin in slow, sensual swipes. You watch me through heavy eyes, your breath catching every time I brush a sensitive spot. By the time I'm finished, your skin is flushed and damp, your nipples hardened and begging for more attention.

I reach for the sweet caramel-scented lotion on your nightstand, squirting a generous amount into my palms. "Mmm, my favourite," you sigh happily, spreading your legs for me in invitation. I smile and rub the lotion between my hands before starting at your feet, massaging the sweet-scented cream into your skin in firm, circular strokes.

I work my way up your calves and thighs, kneading the tension from your muscles. You moan appreciatively as I pay special attention to your inner thighs, my thumbs skimming teasingly close to your center. "Tease," you pout, squirming restlessly.

"Just making sure you're good and relaxed," I chuckle, moving on to your hips and stomach. I take my time there too, savouring the feel of your smooth skin beneath my hands. By the time I reach your breasts, you're panting and flushed, your nipples stiff and rosy. "Please," you beg, arching into my touch. "I need..."

"Shh, I know," I soothe, finally giving your breasts the attention they deserve. I massage and knead the soft flesh until you're writhing beneath me, your hips rocking shamelessly. "Fuck, you're so sexy like this," I groan, my control finally snapping.

I capture your lips in a searing kiss, my tongue delving into your mouth to taste you. You kiss me back just as desperately, your hands roaming my body restlessly. I break away after a long moment, both of us panting harshly. "Please," you whimper, your eyes pleading with me. "I need you inside me..."

I don't need to be told twice. I reach down and line myself up, pushing into you in one smooth thrust. We both groan as I sink deep, your walls clenching around me like a vice. "Fuck, you feel so good," I growl, my hips start thrusting forward of their own accord. "I'm not going to last long..."

"You don't have to," you gasp, your nails digging into my shoulders. "Just fuck me, please..."

I oblige, setting a hard, punishing pace that has you seeing stars within minutes. You meet me thrust for thrust, your hips rising to meet mine perfectly. It's not long before we're both hurtling toward the edge, our bodies straining together as the pleasure builds and builds.

With a final hard thrust, we both come apart, your walls clenching around me as I spill deep inside you. We collapse together in a sweaty, panting heap, our limbs tangled together. I press a tender kiss to your sweaty temple as we bask in the afterglow. "I love you," I murmur, my voice filled with emotion.

"I love you too," you sigh happily, snuggling closer. "So much..."

The Lacrosse Team Story Hub

Chapter 12.2: Erin Gets Treated Right

Our time in New York City came to a close with another win on Saturday. Erin and I returned to our flirty “professional” modes although she had a difficult time keeping her hands off of me on our ride back up to Boston that evening. It was a weekend I would never forget.

Once back at school, I met with the training staff again and was finally cleared for activity. I still wouldn’t be able to play on the men’s team due to my injury—I had formally withdrawn from the roster for the year—but it did mean that I could start weightlifting and running again. That in itself felt like a win.

The day after I got my clearance I decided to take a short jog before I had to be at the weight room with the rest of the team. I was pleased with the way that my ankle responded to the exercise and was feeling hopeful as I walked into morning strength training.

“I heard you got cleared for duty. Looks like you’re already back at it!” Savannah said as she noticed my shirt damp with sweat, the humid Boston spring already in effect. Several players were already hard at work throughout the weight room when I arrived.

“Yep! So glad that stupid injury is behind me. I still can’t believe that I lost my season, but nothing I can do about it now.“

“That’s the spirit. You know, if you wanted, I could help you start getting back into form,” Savannah said.

The thought was interesting. Under her guidance I had no doubt that I would get back in shape in no time. But I was honestly also a little afraid of what she might put me through considering the discipline that she employed with the players.

“You look nervous,” she added with a chuckle. “I’ll work you hard, but I promise not to be mean. How does that sound?”

“Ok. Deal! And thanks.”

“Great! Start after practice tonight?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

*******

“C’mon, maggot! My grandma can run faster than this! Finish strong!” Savannah shouted as she led me around the edges of the field. She really missed out on a career as a drill sergeant—I’m sure she would have excelled. Her “promise” to not be mean had gone out the window thirty minutes ago, exactly one minute after practice ended.

I did have to admit that she was right — I had definitely lost some of my endurance during my lay-off. But why the name-calling?

At each corner of the field, we would stop to perform some sort of mini set: twenty “monkey fuckers,” sixty seconds of “mountain climbers,” a sixty second plank, or twenty burpees. It was more activity than I had endured (outside a bedroom) in months.

We finally finished our last lap and I immediately collapsed on the turf. From the flat of my back, I looked up at Savannah who was now focused on her phone screen. She didn’t even seem to be breathing hard. I briefly wondered if perhaps she was some sort of robot.

“You gonna be okay?” she asked with a little smirk as she glanced away from her phone.

“I think so. Just out of shape.”

“You got that right!” she teased.

I looked down at my own phone and was surprised by how late it had gotten. I sighed unconsciously.

Savannah noticed my stress and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m supposed to meet some friends for dinner, but I don’t have time to get back to my place to shower.”

“Just use the showers in the locker room. Everyone will be gone by now — no big deal.”

“You sure?” I asked, hesitantly.

“Yeah, I do it all the time.” Sensing my remaining hesitancy, she rolled her eyes and went on. “Do you want me to hold your hand or something?”

I felt the shift instantaneously. A little electric spark shot between us as we both realized what Savannah had just said, even if it was innocent. My nervousness was subsumed by arousal immediately.

“Well, if you’re offering… I wouldn’t say no.”

She shook it off with another roll of her eyes. “Ugh. You’re so annoying sometimes. But fine, I need to shower too. Let’s go.” With that, she took off towards the locker room and left me in her wake.

I caught up to her we passed through the team meeting room. As yet, I had not entered our women’s locker room. For some reason I felt nervous about what I would find in there, even if I figured that it would likely be empty as Savannah said it would be. She held open the door for me and I entered with a deep breath like it was a holy sanctuary.

It was … ordinary. Most young men imagine the women’s locker room to be a place where sexual dreams come true full of girly scents and feminine products. But it was generally about the same as the men’s locker room, just a bit less odorous.

“You look underwhelmed,” Savannah said with a slight smile. I hadn’t even realized she was watching me.

“Well, I was picturing something more … I don’t know.”

“Sexy?” she asked back. “God, you men are all so horny and predictable.”

I felt myself turn slightly red. “I can’t deny that,” I admitted sheepishly.

She rolled her eyes again. “Let’s just get showered and get out of here. Right through here.” Savannah set her stuff down on a bench, turned away from me, and started peeling off her clothes unceremoniously. As her sports bra came off, I stared at her back for a moment before I realized just what I was doing. I felt my cock twitch in my shorts as I turned away and attempted to think of other things before she noticed my growing erection.

I took a second to consider that I was finally going to be getting naked with Savannah. We had seen each other before, and obviously I had been naked and intimate with all the other coaches already, but this particular relationship felt different. Like it meant more or had a different charge to it. I tugged at my waistband and let my shorts fall to the floor.

“Ready?” she asked. I looked up to find her facing me and completely devoid of clothes. My breath caught in my throat and I couldn’t help but look her over. She was an homage to the human body. Tight, toned muscles were etched across her figure, which was decorated by tasteful tattoos on her olive skin. Tan lines cut across her defined abs leading down to her shaved pussy. I couldn’t help but stare as I took her in. My dick was quickly rising at the sight.

“Earth to Andy. Hello. You good?” Savannah said. She still sounded annoyed, but there was a sense of softness this time, as if she knew that she should chide me but was still appreciating the attention.

“Oh … umm … yep,” I stuttered, trying to get my mind and my gaze under control. Despite my attempts to divert my thoughts, I felt my penis throb at full attention involuntarily.

“Your guy there seems to be struggling,” she observed, giggling. I don’t believe I had ever heard the hard-edged Savannah giggle before. “Does it always get so red like that?” she asked with a teasing tone.

“Err. Umm. No,” I stammered, still flustered.

She chuckled and turned towards the showers, “Let’s just get cleaned up. Come on.”

I stood still for a moment, before I remembered why we were even here in the locker room and followed after her.

The showers in women’s locker room were (I suppose unsurprisingly) slightly nicer than in the men’s. I did my best to calm my mind and just focus on getting clean, attempting to avert my eyes from Savannah’s beautiful behind only a few feet away.

I was unsuccessful. The way that the water beaded and ran down her perfect skin. The way her muscles rippled as she reached up to wash her hair. The way her ass jiggled as she went about her chore. I never stood a chance.

“You know, I can see you staring at me. You haven’t washed a single thing since we got in here five minutes ago,” Savannah said. It was only then that I realized that there was a mirror on the far wall that gave her perfect line of sight to my ogling.

“Oh, fuck. Uh. Yeah, sorry,” I apologized, trying again to rip my eyes away.

“It’s fine. You can look all you want. To be honest, I kind of like it,” she replied, a gleaming smile widening on her face as she turned towards me, again astonishing me with her beauty.

“Is that so?” I asked in an attempt at coyness.

“Sure do. But now I’m all done and you’ve got a lot of cleaning to do. Need some help?” She took a step towards me and grabbed some body wash off the wall.

“I think I might.”

“Why don’t you do your hair and I’ll work on your body,” she suggested.

“Deal.” Savannah stepped behind me and started slathering up my back with suds as I actually focused on washing my hair. Feeling her touch on my skin was intense, like something I had wanted for so long was finally bursting forth. It was electric. My cock actually hurt from how hard I was. With each heartbeat, it pulsed, excitedly anticipating when it would finally receive its due.

Her hands traveled down my back until she started washing my ass. Then my legs. And finally, her hands started to reach around to my front.

For the first time, she grabbed my shaft as I felt her breasts push up against my back. Her hands did their best to wrap around it, but were unsuccessful.

“How long have you dreamed of this?” she whispered in my ear. “Since the moment you first saw me I know you’ve been imagining me touching you, pleasuring you, wanting you. You can’t deny it.”

I swallowed hard. She was right. I had pictured this moment so many times as I touched myself at night. It was heavenly.

“Show me how much you want it,” she said, barely audible over the sound of the water splashing against our bodies and the tile floor. “Prove it to me.”

I needed no further encouragement. I spun around, my dick slipping from her grip, and wrapped my arms around her. I pressed my lips to hers as my cock pushed into her belly. Her taste was even better than I had imagined.

“You want me to show you how much I want this? To show you what I’ve dreamed of doing to you all these months?” I asked.

“Be my guest,” she teased.

In one fell swoop I grabbed her by the waist, turned her upside down, and suspended her in the air. Even though her body was dense with muscle, she was still quite a bit smaller than me and I was still strong from my off-season training. It wasn’t difficult to manipulate her this way.

“Woah!” she yelped in surprise. I brought her pussy to my mouth as her face dangled in front of my throbbing cock.

Passion overtook me as I tasted her pussy, my tongue diving between her folds with reckless abandon. The flavor of her slippery slit was wonderful.

“Oh, Andy,” Savannah groaned before taking my head into her mouth. Her tongue danced around my member in the most tantalizing way. I had yearned for this moment for what felt like ages. The heat of the it all meant that I wouldn’t last long with her lips wrapped around my cock.

It only encouraged me to continue intentional, aggressive work on her perfect little pussy. I lapped at her folds before focusing all of my attention on her engorged clit. She moaned as she worked her magic on my cock, only bringing me even closer to my climax.

Then suddenly, she spit me out. “Fuck, Andy. You’re gonna make me—.” I could feel her heavy breath on my balls as she panted. “You’re gonna make me COMMMMEEE,” she suddenly exploded. Her legs wrapped around my neck as she used her leverage to press my tongue even deeper into her pussy, preventing me from letting go even if I wanted to.

“Ahhhhhhh,” she wailed. I had never seen Savannah so vulnerable, so out of control. I felt her whole body vibrate in my arms as the orgasm overcame her, all her muscles tensing simultaneously. Her vagina pulsed against my mouth as the shockwaves flowed through her.

Then without warning, her body fell limp. Without her legs holding around my neck, I nearly dropped her from the change in weight, but luckily I held on tight. For a moment, I worried she had passed out.

I flipped her right-side up and stood her up back on her feet. She immediately fell into my arms. Because of the shower, I didn’t realize at first that she had tears in her eyes.

“Oh, Andy,” she said, her voice thick and warm. “I haven’t felt anything like that in so so long. Thank you.” She kissed me, deeply and lovingly, and then just hugged me. I wrapped my arms around her, easily enveloping her small, athletic frame. “Thank you, Andy,” she said again after a moment, bringing her lips up to mine again.

“Of course, Savannah. You deserve it,” I answered truthfully. Despite her hard outer shell, she was a woman that cared deeply for those around her and wanted success not for herself, but for those seeking her leadership. And it seemed like she had truly been through hell over the last couple of years through her failed marriage and divorce.

“Now I want to give you what you deserve,” she said, a sneaky smile widening on her face. “Think you can hold me up a little longer?”

“What, like this?” I asked with bravado as I lifted her up in my arms.

“Exactly.” She immediately wrapped her legs around my waist and grabbed onto the back of my neck. “Now put it in me. Fuck me till you fill me up,” she whispered seductively in my ear.

I lifted her, balancing her knees in the crooks of my elbows, and lined my cock up with her vagina. “Ready?” I asked.

“Yes. Just go slow at first,” she requested.

I gradually lowered her down onto me. “Oh my god,” she gasped after only a couple inches were in. “It feels even bigger than I thought it would.”

“So I wasn’t the only one dreaming of this moment?” I teased, continuing to let her weight impale her on my rock-hard member.

“Shut the fuck up,” she retorted with a roll of her eyes and a devilish smirk. “But maybe.” She kissed me again until I finally felt her pussy lips press against the skin around the base of my shaft.

“Is that okay?” I checked in.

“Fucking marvelous,” she replied with the fire of desire in her eyes.

I lifted her up again and then gradually dropped her back down. “Ohhhhh,” she groaned into my ear as I bottomed out inside of her.

Again, I lifted her up, but this time let her weight take her down onto me more quickly. “Fuck, that feels good, Andy. I need this. I need you.”

I quickly picked up speed. Lifting, dropping, and thrusting into her like a well-oiled machine. My passion, desire, and arousal fueling me. Despite the exhaustion I had felt earlier from Savannah’s workout, I had no dearth of energy now.

The wet meeting of our bodies echoed in the tiled shower of the women’s locker room, harmonizing in tandem with Savannah’s grunting at each repetition. Slap! Slap! Slap!

“Oh fuck,” I groaned, pistoning up inside of her with ever-increasing intensity. She felt even better than I could have dreamed. I couldn’t believe my fantasies were finally coming true and I was fucking the woman who had once felt like my adversary.

“Shit, Andy! Again. I’m gonna—“ she huffed, no longer able to complete a sentence. “Again. I’m— FUUUUUCKKKK!”

She squealed as her second orgasm rippled through her nervous system. I felt her vagina throb around my cock, but I couldn’t stop now. I was too close.

I continued hammering up inside of her as I held her in my arms, my balls slapping up against her ass which each stroke. I was on the edge now, my orgasm drawing within reach.

Slam! “Fuck!” she screamed.

Slam! “Fuck!”

Slam!

“Fucking shiiiiiiiiiiiit!” I wailed, burying myself as deep inside her as I could go, her weight pressing her all the way into my base.

My cock pulsed as I unloaded inside of her. I felt my warm seed flooding her pussy.

“Oh goddddddddd,” she moaned into my ear. “Yes, Andy. Yes,” she encouraged.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head as my balls emptied into her. “God damn,” I gasped. If I didn’t feel responsible for supporting Savannah, I would have certainly collapsed onto the bathroom floor.

I kissed Savannah as I held her in my arms, our bodies remaining connected in perfect union.

I opened my eyes, and noticed something, or rather someone, in the corner of my field of vision.

“Allie! What are you doing here!?” I shouted, stunned to see the freshman midfielder peeking into the showers with her hand in her shorts.

Savannah whipped her head around to see that we had been caught red-handed by one of her players.

“I, um, realized…er, realized I forgot my keys in my locker. I heard noises, and, umm, had to make sure no one was in trouble in here.”

“How long have you been standing there?” Savannah asked, a look of terror on her face.

“Ummm. Maybe five minutes. Please don’t be too mad at me,” Allie pleaded sheepishly.

*******

Note: I have about 4-5 chapters outlined for the rest of this story, but this summer has gotten busy so they will continue to come out more slowly than the previous sections. Likely one chapter every few weeks. Thanks for your patience.

My wife booked a spacious suite with a balcony on the cruise. Right in the middle was a king-sized bed that I knew would get plenty of use for the next handful of days. Ever since fucking the two stewardesses, my cock was still craving more release. So many women on this ship were going to be fucked, and I couldn’t wait.

Lisa seemed to be on the same page because as soon as our bags were dropped, she pulled off her clothes and stood before me, fingering herself. 

“You still hot from watching me fuck those girls?” I asked, watching her play with her clit and squeeze her tits. God, she must’ve been wet all this time because I could hear it as she swirled her fingers inside of herself. The poor girl had this pent up inside of her this whole time, desperate for release. 

She spread her lips so I could get a view of her little pink cunt. Unable to resist, I strode toward her and got to my knees to bury my face in her pussy. Lapping up her deliciousness from her asshole to her clit, sucking on the swollen nub. Her fingers threaded through my hair, tugging on it hard. I sunk my fingers into her ass to bring her even closer, to wear I couldn’t breathe. That didn’t matter. 

Her legs began to tremble, finger nails digging into my scalp as she came close to the edge. As moans got caught in her throat, I pulled away. 

“Why’d you stop?” Her chest heaved as she stared down at me with fire in her eyes. 

I wiped her juices off my face with my hand. “Because I want you to be horny and wet as we find girls to fuck.”

Lisa put on a tiny dress that barely covered her ass and no bra so everyone would see how hard her nipples were. There was no way anyone could miss how hard my cock was in my jeans at the simple sight of how sexy she was. 

Forgoing food, we made our way to one of the bars with outdoor seating. I ordered myself a whiskey and coke, getting Lisa a screwdriver. Finding her on the white-cushioned lounge chairs, I gave her a drink and a kiss. Her eye was on the four girls posing for photos along the railing with the view of the sunset behind them. One had a Bride-to-Be sash across her large breasts. They were perfect in a way that she definitely had put money into them, but that didn’t turn me off. My fingers itched to reach for them. 

“Can you take a picture of the four of us?” One of the bridesmaids asked, handing her iPhone to Lisa. 

Score.

Lisa took several pictures for them, giggling at their ridiculous poses. As she went to hand the phone back to the bridesmaid, Lisa touched her shoulder. My wife is the best wingman I've ever had. 

“Come over, babe,” Lisa said, gesturing me over. The three bridesmaids were cute, but I wanted the bride. Nothing hotter than making a girl beg over your cock days before she committed herself to another man. “Ladies, this is my husband, Andrew.”

“Nice to meet you.” I greeted each of them by taking their hands between both of mine because I knew women loved it. “What are your names?”

Melanie had natural blond hair, skin covered in freckles. Her breasts weren’t much, but she had a tight little ass. Aliza had darker skin and long, wavy hair. She was the biggest of them, and I wanted to grab her large hips and thrust them against my cock. The brunette, Shannon, was thin with stems for legs, but didn’t seem too interested in me, but couldn’t take her eyes off of my wife. Finally, the Bride, Emily, with her big fake tits that I needed to stick my cock in between. And even her ass was fat. 

I was so fucking hard already that we needed to work magic fast. 

“You two should have a drink with us,” Emily suggested. “The more, the merrier!”

Lisa glanced up at me and winked; we had been thinking the same thing.

We found ourselves at a small club on the ship that wasn’t too busy. In the back were a few couches tucked away that we claimed. With a few drinks in them, these girls were wild. Melanie and Aliza danced, their tits bouncing out of their tight little dresses. My wife had already reeled in Shannon, whispering in her ear and rubbing her inner thigh to my right. To my left, Emily sat there with a sad smile while she stared at her friends. 

“You don’t look too happy for a soon-to-be wife,” I said, trying to feel out the situation. 

Emily sighed. “I’m just gonna miss nights like these. Partying with my girls,” she said, turning her head towards me. “You know, I’ve only had sex with my fiance? I feel like I never got the chance to experiment.”

My cock twitched in my pants. “You’re too beautiful to have only been with one guy.”

Her eyes raked down my body with a little heat in them. “Your wife doesn’t mind you calling other girls beautiful?”

Testing the boundaries, I reached over and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. “My wife loves to share.”

Emily licked her lips and her eyes narrowed in on the bulge in my pants. I spread my legs more so she knew the invitation was open. “Would you and your wife want to hang out in our room?”

With her eyes still on my straining cock, I adjusted it with my hand and squeezed it a little. My wife had wasted no time with Shannon, already kissing her with a hand on her tits. 

The one thing I’ve learned—women love when they’re allowed to be slutty.

Myself and the five women walked to their room, my arm stretched around two of them, hand rested on their asses. I knew every man who walked by wished they were me. There was no mistaking that the group of us were about to fuck. 

Their suite had two beds—my wife and Shannon took one, the three girls and I taking the other. Lisa had her dress pooled at her feet before the door even closed, ready to be pleasured by Shannon.

“Can we watch them for a while?” Lisa asked, cradling Shannon’s face in her hands while her nipples were sucked. “It gets me hot.”

Shannon pushed Lisa onto the bed and crawled between her legs to lick her. “You can watch whatever you want, but I’m eating your pussy.”

Emily stood back while her two friends attacked my clothes to get them off. I knew she was second guessing herself, wearing a Bride sash, a cheap veil, and a large rock on her finger. But it was like a primal instinct to take another man’s property and fuck the shit out of her, come inside of her. Her eyes widened as Melanie pulled out my cock, thick and swollen in her hand. 

“You want it, don’t you?” I asked Emily, not taking my eyes off of hers as Melanie opened her throat to swallow me. My fingers wound in her hair and I tugged. “Look how much your friend loves it.”

Melanie bobbed her head on my cock, choking and drooling all over my shaft. Now that I was completely naked, Aliza stood behind me to kiss and suck on my neck. My wife’s moans filled the room as she got her pussy eaten. I knew it was all too much for Emily because her chest heaved and her nipples hardened, poking through the fabric of her dress. 

“Be a little slut,” I told her, fucking Melanie’s throat, and it felt so fucking good. Emily’s gaze never left mine as she sank to her knees and crawled over to me. “Yeah, that’s a good girl.”

I pulled Melanie off my dick which was now dripping with her spit. Guiding my dick to Emily, I rubbed the slick head across her lips. Her eyes fluttered shut and she savored my swollen head as if it was a delicious peach. As she took her time savoring every inch, Melanie tongued my balls. Behind me, Aliza’s lips trailed down my back until she was on her knees.

“Is this okay?” Aliza asked, soft hands spreading my ass. At that point, I was so turned on, I’d let them do anything they wanted to me. I guided her face to my ass and her warm tongue lapped my hole. My knees nearly gave out from all three mouths devouring me. 

On the bed, my wife watched with her knees pushed to her chest, Shannon three fingers deep in her pussy. We exchanged smiles, glad to see the other in pure ecstasy. 

The two girls in front of me ran their tongues along either side of my shaft, their tongues tangling at the tip to share my pre-come. Emily was so into it now, ass up in the air like she was desperate to be filled. Melanie pulled back and took Emily’s hair in her fist and pushed her down hard on my cock until she whimpered. Melanie seemed to like that she whimpered and made her do it again. She reached behind Emily to run a finger along her cheeks, sinking one into her pussy as she swallowed my cock. 

It was all too much—I need to fuck one of them. Spinning around, I grab Aliza and bend her over on the bed, hiking her dress up over her ass. No underwear. I spank her one good time as I line my cock up to her wet pussy. Looking over her shoulder, her eyes darkened with need as I entered her.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” I tell her, her walls gripping me as though nothing had been inside of her for a long time. So fucking good.

As I rammed into her, her ass jiggled with each thrust. Her face was buried in a pillow, needy moans escaped her throat. No matter how good she felt, I needed to be inside all of them. 

“Come for me, sweetie,” I demand. I grasp her shoulder with one hand and squeeze her ass with the other, and force her back onto my cock, again and again. She clenched around me as if she wanted to keep me there for herself, wanting me to come inside of her. “Such a greedy whore.”

Aliza nodded in agreement, head thrown back and body trembling as she released on my cock. So wet and warm and, fuck, I wanted to come so bad. Pulling out, I smacked her ass one last time. 

Emily was still being fingered by Melanie on the floor, slamming herself back against four fingers. I knew she’d be like this—wanting to be a bad girl who got fucked by a room of people at her own Bachelorette party. 

“Both of you get up here.”

They did as I said, and Melanie pulled her hand out of her friend. Not wanting any of it to go to waste, I tell her, “Let Emily lick it off.”

Melanie fed her fingers to Emily, one at a time, as she sucked each one clean. I could have come from just seeing that. 

If only I had two dicks so I could fuck them both at the same time. “Emily,” I start, and I lay back onto the bed. “Come sit on my face, baby.” 

Emily was so wet that my face was soaked before I could even find her clit with my tongue. I knew it was sensitive because she gasped as I took it between my lips. Her fingers gripped my hair as she rutted on my face. Wanting to feel those tits all night, I reach up and grab both of them. I’m typically an all-natural man, but sometimes a giant pair of unnaturally large breasts drove me wild. They bounced as she rode my face. 

Melanie didn’t need any guidance and crawled onto my lap. She shuddered as the length of me filled her. 

“You’re so… fuck… thick,” she said between gritted teeth as she stretched around me. I would’ve given anything to see her riding me, but I couldn’t see a thing with Emily frantically fucking my face and tongue. 

God, I loved having pussy on my face and cock at the same time—both so wet for me. It became too much and I came inside of Melanie. Emily’s pussy muffled my groans as I finished. Melanie climbed off my lap, legs shaking.

“Nuh uh, you’re not done.” Emily turned around so she was facing my cock, still straddling my face, and swallowed me whole. Unable to help myself, my hips jerked and she sputtered on my dick. She took her time, as if she wanted to memorize every vein for when she was bored of her husband. 

My cock never even fully softened, already throbbing again. Too bad she was getting married. She would’ve made an excellent girlfriend.

Fuck, I wanted her pussy so bad. I scrambled to my knees and splayed her out in front of me. I grabbed one ankle in each hand, spreading her legs as wide as they could go, and I finally sank my dick into her warm, pink hole. Without warning, I fucked the shit out of her. The entire time, her tits bounced up and down on her chest, mouth slacked and eyes closed. 

“Look at me,” I demanded. Her brown eyes met mine. Her makeup was smeared around her eyes and her mouth was red and swollen from my cock. I wanted to take a picture. “You’re gonna think of this every time your husband fucks you. You’re gonna think of my cock.”

Emily nodded, digging her nails into my back, marking her own territory on me. Luckily, my wife would think of it as a souvenir. 

As my second orgasm built, I looked at my wife. She was a sweaty, post-coital mess, getting her nipple sucked by Shannon and watching me fuck Emily. I gave her a wink.

With a few final thrusts, I came inside of Emily. I greedily made sure every drop was inside of her, knowing I’d be the last man other than her husband to do so. 

She smiled up at me, not an ounce of regret on her face.

The walk of shame back to our room was long. My cock hurt in the best way, and Lisa had so many fingers inside of her that she couldn’t walk straight. 

In our room, we undressed, and Lisa lazily stroked my cock as we retold the night. For the third time, I came all over my stomach.

Night one was a success. 

When she walked out of the jetway and into the Salt Lake City airport, she had no idea I was watching her.

And that’s just the way I wanted it. 

The longer I could watch, undetected, the more time I’d have to ensure she was exactly what I was looking for. 

When finding a sub, you have to take your time. You learn to look for clues and subtle little signs. 

After all, the last thing you want to do is waste your time on someone who isn't interested. Or worse yet, someone who will be mortified by your proposal. 

A sub has to be a willing partner; they have to be someone intrigued by exploring what for most people is an extreme taboo.

And once a sub has given themselves to you, it’s your task to make sure they’re always happy and safe. 

I watched closely, but still from a distance, as she paused to take in the scene in the concourse. She was clearly overwhelmed by the roiling sea of weary and angry travelers. 

And really, who wouldn’t be? 

People were sitting in chairs, against walls, and even sleeping on whatever floor space they could claim as their own. 

Thick frustration clogged the air like cigarette smoke in a bar back in the days when you could still smoke in a bar. 

With nearly every airport in the country closed because of the biggest winter storm in a decade, nobody was going anywhere for at least the next day, if not two. 

But I already had my hotel room booked for the night and the reservation could easily be extended.

That’s just one of the perks of being an experienced traveler with plenty of disposable income and a generous corporate expense account. 

So while nearly everyone else at the airport saw misery and frustration, I saw opportunity. 

I watched her furiously send a few texts, put her phone in the front pocket of her hoodie, and then get in the very long line to speak to a Delta agent. 

I knew it was a futile gesture, but for inexperienced travelers, hope springs eternal. 

But at least the long line meant I could take in the view and size the situation up. I guessed she was nineteen or twenty, the perfect age to begin training. 

The back of her blue hoodie said COACH and the front said NORTH COUNTRY DANCE STUDIO. 

Which made sense, because she definitely had a dancer’s lean, strong body. 

When she lifted her arms to pull her thick brown hair into a ponytail, her sweatshirt rode up above her waist and I was able to get a long look at her muscular ass and legs thanks to her yoga pants. 

The way her eyes darted around the concourse, and the way she nervously bit her bottom lip, and the way her exasperated sighs blew air through her hair told me everything I needed to know. 

This was someone who needed guidance and a firm hand. She needed a dom. 

Oh yes, she was going to do nicely. 

I already knew that in just a handful of hours, that fit dancer's ass would be staring up at me from a hotel bed while I spanked it. 

For now, I watched as she slowly made her way to the Delta counter. Once it was finally her turn, it took less than a minute for the agent to make it clear that there wasn’t anything to be done until the storm ended . 

I saw her thank the agent before turning to grab her bag. 

Polite, respectful, and compliant … now this was certainly something I could work with. 

As she headed down the concourse, I followed from a safe distance. 

While keeping my eyes on her, I saw two chairs at the bar in the White Horse open up. I didn’t waste any time and was able to sit in one while putting my bags on the other chair.

Best of all, the bar looked out into the concourse, meaning I could keep my eyes on my target. 

As I watched, I saw her body language show the first subtle signs of anxiety as she looked for a place to rest and figure out how she was going to get out of Salt Lake. 

When her eyes began scanning the White Horse, I quickly moved my bags, caught her gaze, and gave the universal “this one’s open” gesture. 

She didn’t hesitate. 

The fly headed straight toward the web. 

In just a few seconds, she’d hopped onto the bar stool, let out a sigh, and finally allowed herself to relax. 

“Welcome to the wonderful world of random Tuesday air travel,” I said to her. 

She turned and smiled. “I’m supposed to be on a connecting flight to Minneapolis, but clearly that’s not happening. 

“Were you on the Delta flight to Minneapolis that was supposed to leave at 1:25?”

“I was,” she said. 

“Small world,” I said. “I was too. I’m Max, by the way.” 

“I’m Aubrey,” she said. 

“I’m guessing it’ll be tomorrow afternoon at the earliest before we’re out of here. “Believe it or not, this is the third time I’ve been delayed in Salt Lake because of weather like this.” 

“You must fly a lot,” Aubrey said, pushing a piece of her thick brown hair away from her face. 

“I do,” I said. “I’m a lawyer and work with corporate clients all over the country. I’m on the road probably twenty days a month.” 

Aubrey laughed self-consciously and said, “Lawyer … that’s impressive. I’m a dance coach; a dance coach for little kids.” 

“So you have the patience of a saint, huh?” 

“Sometimes,” Aubrey said. “But definitely not all the time. My team of nine and ten-year-olds was in Seattle for a national tournament.

“And?” I said. 

“We won our age division,” Aubrey said. “The kids and their parents all flew home yesterday but I stayed an extra day to check out the city.” 

“National champs,” I said, “that’s exciting.” 

“It was,” Aubrey said. “I’ll never forget how loudly the girls screamed when they found out they’d won.” 

I smiled. “You were a dancer too?” 

“I was,” she said. “From the time I was three. I’m getting an elementary education degree and I’d like to teach and coach high school dance.”

“Where do you go to school?”  

“University of Minnesota,” she said. 

I lifted his eyebrows and smiled. “Ski-u-Mah. My alma mater. I think we need a bottle of champagne to celebrate your big win and to toast the kismet of two Golden Gophers randomly meeting each other at the airport in Salt Lake City. 

“Oh I love champagne, but I’m only twenty,” Aubrey said. 

“That’s not going to be a problem,” I said. 

Fueled by chilled champagne, our conversation continued, pleasantly and easily, for the next hour. I could tell she was attracted to me and was flattered by attention from an older, successful man. 

She revealed that she was from a small northern Minnesota lake community; the kind that’s bursting at the seams with people in the summer and is only locals in the winter. 

During a pause in our conversation, my phone rang. “I better take this,” I said. “It’s Delta.” 

Aubrey sat silently next and listened to the conversation. 

“Hello, this Grace from Delta Airlines, is this Mr. Grady?” the voice on the other end of the line said. 

“Yes it is,” I said. 

“I’ve got you booked on the flight that’s scheduled to leave tomorrow at 3:10,” Grace said. “But honestly, there’s a good chance that one will be cancelled too.”

“You can’t control the weather, Grace,” I said. “We’ll just do the best we can.” 

“Thank you for your understanding,” Grace said, “Is there anything I can help you with?” 

I turned to Aubrey and whispered, “What’s your last name?”

Aubrey, a bit taken aback, said, “Arnett.” 

“Grace, my friend Aubrey Arnett was supposed to be on the same flight as me this afternoon, could you book her a seat next to me?”

“Of course, Mr. Grady,” Grace said. “I see Ms. Arnett was sitting in economy class.” 

“Just charge the upgrade to the card you have on file for me.” 

“My pleasure Mr. Grady,” Grace said. “And thank you for being a Delta Diamond Medallion member.”

I set my phone down and turned to look at Aubrey.

Her large brown eyes were opened wide and her mouth was slightly parted and the look on her beautiful face told me she was searching for the right words. 

“What was that?” she said, finally. “The airline calls you and just gives you new tickets?” 

“I’m a very good customer,” I said. “I have a few million frequent flier miles and I always sit in first class. I’m the kind of customer they want to take care of.” 

For the record, let me clear up a question I’m sure you have right now. Yes, I’m wealthy. I’m a corporate lawyer with a certain, shall we say, moral flexibility.

The kind of flexibility that supplies a six figure income, bonuses, and a no-questions asked expense account.  

As we worked our way through the bottle of champagne, it became clear to me that Aubrey would be, with some training, be the perfect sub. 

The kind of sub you spoil and take care of for a very long time. 

She was fascinated by my career and how much I traveled. She couldn't believe someone could reserve a hotel suite in the middle of a massive nearly coast-to-coast snowstorm, with just one phone call. 

And when I slid the bartender two twenties for bringing us the champagne and two glasses, she whispered, “You just tipped him forty dollars!” 

“Some things are always worth paying for,” I said. “And now, he’ll take care of anything we need or want. For that, forty dollars is a bargain.” 

When I made her laugh, she gently put her hand on my knee. When I told her that I went to Paris for three days every month, she subtly bit her bottom lip. 

“I’ve always wanted to go to Paris … I know it’s a cliche, but it’s true,” she said. 

“Your boyfriend won’t take you?” 

“I don’t have one of those at the moment,” she said. “And most of my previous boyfriends could barely afford to take me to Applebee’s on my birthday.” 

“Well, if I’m being honest, the food in Paris is better than Applebee’s.” 

Another loud laugh. Another hand on my knee.
“You need to be spoiled a little bit,” I said. “So you can experience a bit of the good life.” 

“Aren’t I a little young for you to spoil?” 

She was testing me. I liked it. 

“Not at all,” I said. “Does being spoiled appeal to you?” 

She hesitated and bit her bottom lip again. “I guess … I guess, yes. I mean, who wouldn’t want to be spoiled? I coach, I wait tables, I go to school … I’m always exhausted and I feel lucky if I have five hundred bucks in my account.” 

“So there you are. Men your age can’t spoil you. That’s just the way the world works.” 

“You’re funny,” she said “But also interesting. Do you know where a girl can get a hotel room in this town?” 

“That’s already been taken care of.” 

She leaned back in her stool and stared at me. “What are you talking about?” 

“You’ll be staying at the same hotel as me,” I said. “It’s taken care of.” 

“I can’t let you do that,” she said. “I don’t think it’s right.” 

Now here was my chance to test her. 

“You can and you will,” I said. “And I don’t care what you think, it’s done, do you understand me?” 

She ran her fingertips across her throat and not even her dark olive skin could conceal her blushing. 

“If you say so,” she said. 

“I think it’s time for me to take you to dinner.”

“Applebee’s?”

“I think I can do better than that,” I said. 

“Whoa, better than mozzarella sticks?” 

“I like a good mozzarella stick as much as the next guy, but this place is better.” 

While the weather was making things impassable in most of the country, driving in Salt Lake City was more of the “go slow and say a little prayer” variety. 

The car service I always use when I’m in town had an Escalade waiting for us in less than ten minutes. 

Gabe, our driver, opened the door for us and then got back behind the wheel.

“It’s not fit for man or beast out there,” Gabe said. “I just heard they think all flights out of here may be cancelled until the day after tomorrow.” 

“We’re grateful you picked us up,” I said. “The airport was getting a little chaotic.” 

“I can imagine,” Gabe said. “But hey, just because you can’t fly doesn’t mean you can’t drive. I’ve been driving in the mountains all my life, I got you.” 

In a half-hour, which was about twice as long as it would normally take, we stopped in front of Table X, the best restaurant in the city. 

“Oh my God,” Aubrey said. “This looks expensive. We don’t …” 

“Spoiling, remember?” 

“I’m wearing a hoodie!” Aubrey breathed. 

“This place is very nice, not snobby,” I said. “There’s a difference.” 

“All set?” Gabe said. 

“We are,” I told him. 

He got out and opened the door for us. 

I handed him sixty bucks and said, “Can you pick us up right here in two hours?” 

“You got it,” Gabe said. 

Once inside, we were shown to a semi–private booth with a tall leather back. I slid across the bench and Aubrey slid in after me, ending up closer than she needed to be.

I made a mental note of that. 

“This menu is … I’ve never seen anything like this,” Aubrey said. 

“It’s tasting menu, seven courses, it’s a great way to try different things. Let’s start with some wine. Red or white?” 

“I love both, but we had champagne at the airport. So maybe red?” 

“You got it,” I said. 

I ordered a bottle of Bodegas Las Orca, a delicious Spanish red and we were soon sipping and falling back into easy conversation. 

Then the food came. Fresh bread and butter, carrot and fennel salad, gourmet mushrooms, trout, beef bearnaise, olive oil cake. 

It was all superb, and I could tell that Aubrey was enjoying both the food and the ambiance. 

She really was beautiful and while she was clearly very bright, she was also naive and curious in a way that would make her an ideal sub.

After the final course, Aubrey leaned back against the booth and sighed happily. “That was the best meal I’ve ever eaten.”

“Your Applebee’s days are over.” 

“Well, sooner or later, I’ll have to go back to my real life. Like in Pretty Woman.” 

“They ended up together at the end of Pretty Woman,” I said. 

She stared at me for a beat or two and then broke into a smile. 

“Ready to go to the hotel?” I said. 

“About that,” she said. “It’s the Grand America. It’s beautiful and the service is the best.” 

She started laughing. “I can’t afford something like that!” 

“You’ll be staying in my room.” 

She froze. 

She stayed frozen when the server appeared at our table. 

“May I get you anything else tonight?” the server said. 

I handed her my credit card. “I think we’re all set. It was truly a wonderful meal.” 

“I’m glad to hear it,” she said, taking my card and heading off. 

Aubrey was still frozen. 

I turned to her. “Are you a good girl?”

“Am I … uh, a what? What do you mean?” 

I smiled. “Are you a good girl? Can you follow orders and be what I need you to be?” 

“I don’t know what you mean,” she said. 

“I think you do,” I said. “We’re going to go to the hotel and once we’re in the room, you belong to me.” 

“What the fuck is happening,” she whispered, more the herself than to me. 

“I need a good girl who will submit herself to me. Who will enjoy being my personal property in the bedroom while getting spoiled and pampered outside of it.” 

“Personal property?”

“That’s right,” I said. “In private, you’ll follow my rules. I’ll tell you what to do and you’ll do it. If you don’t, punishment will be doled out.” 

“What do you mean, punishment?” 

I put a hand down on her firm thigh and gave it a squeeze. She didn’t move. “It means that if you don’t follow the rules, you might get a slap, or a hand around the throat. Sometimes I might put you over my lap and spank you until your ass is nice and red and raw.” 

The server brought my card back with a receipt to sign. “I hope we’ll see you again.” 

I handed her two hundred bills. “You will, indeed.” 

The server walked away and I turned attention back to Aubrey. 
“Have you been spanked before?” 

“No.” 

“I know you’ve thought about it though,” I said. “You’re the type. I know you’ve been in bed late at night, horny and alone, and worked your pants and underwear off so you could rub your clit. And as you tried to make yourself cum, you thought about being spanked and choked and thrown around.”

Aubrey bit her lip again. 

“I’m right, yes?” 

“Yes,” she said. 

“I’m going to take you back to the hotel and we’re going to go up to the room and you’re going to do everything I tell you to do. I’m going to explore your body and wrap a hand around your throat while I fuck you.” 

“Jesus,” she said. 

“I’m going to slide my cock into you from behind while pulling your head back by the hair. I’m going to put you on your knees and slide my cock down your obedient little throat.”

Her hands were shaking. 

“You want to submit to me, don’t you?” 

She hesitated. I reached out, picked up her hand, and dropped it onto my cock so she could feel my hardness through my pants. 

She didn’t move her hand. 

“You want to submit to me, don’t you?” I repeated. 

She nodded. 

“You want to be owned and spoiled, don’t you?” I said. 

She nodded.

“Are you my good girl?” 

She nodded. 
“Tell me.”

“I’m your good girl,” she said. 

“Good, let’s go.” 

Gabe was waiting for us and opened the car door. He closed the door behind me and began walking around to the driver’s door. 

I quickly put my coat over Aubrey’s lap. 

“Pull your pants down to the middle of your thighs. 

She did just as Gabe was getting in. 

“Alright, I’ll have you to the Grand America in just a few minutes,” he said. 

As he pulled away from the curb, I slid my hand under the coat and rested it against Aubrey’s slit. I began gently teasing her soft lips.

I found her clit and began caressing and teasing it. I savored how wet she was getting. 

I made small chat with Gabe as I continued playing with Aubrey’s pussy under the coat. At one point, I gently nudged one of her inner thighs, signaling her to spread her legs wider.

Once she did, I slid a finger into her. The warmth and wetness engulfed my finger. 

I discreetly whispered into her ear, “This tight little pussy belongs to me now, do you understand?”

She nodded. 

“I’m going to fill your pussy with my cum.”

She nodded. 

We pulled up to the hotel and Gabe jumped out. I quickly removed my finger from Aubrey’s pussy. 

“Open your mouth and clean yourself off me.” 

She took my finger between her lips and sucked it clean.

“Good girl, now pull up your pants,” I said as Gabe opened the passenger door. 

I tipped Gabe, thanked him, and sent him on his way. Ten minutes later, we were checked in and in the elevator on the way to the top floor. 

“It’s too bad there are cameras in elevators these days,” I said. “Otherwise I’d order you to suck my cock right here on the ride up. You like sucking cock, don’t you Aubrey?” 

“I do,” she said. 

“I’m going to throat fuck you, do you understand?” 

“I understand.”

“After I cum in your mouth, what are you going to do?” 

“Swallow.”

“That’s right. Swallow like a what?”

“Like a good girl.”

“You catch on very quickly.”

We reached our floor and walked silently to the door. I opened it and held it for her. Once I’d followed and closed it, I walked behind her and took her right arm in my hand.

I positioned it behind her and then pressed her entire body against the wall. 

“Are you here of your own free will?” 

“Yes.”

“Do you want to be here?”

“Yes.”

“Are you excited to be here?”

“Yes.” 

“Are you my obedient little slut?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I’m your obedient little slut.” 

I told her to stay where she was and then walked to the couch and sat down 

She was still facing the wall. She was so perfect and so beautiful. 

“Take your hoodie off.” 

She did, revealing a tight black tanktop.

“Take your pants off.” She followed my order and wiggled out of her skintight yoga pants. Her long legs were hard and toned. 

“You really are a dancer,” I said. “Turn around and face the wall again.” 

Once she’d turned, I said, “Put your palms against the wall and then bend over nice and low so I can see that ass.” 

She balanced against the wall and lowered her head until her ass was high in the air. Her purple thong rested between her rock-hard cheeks. 

“Very nice,” I said. “Stand up and take your tanktop off.” 

Under the tanktop was a light pink lace bra. I pointed at it and she immediately reached behind her, unhooked it, and let it drop to the floor. 

“How big?” 

“Not big … 34B.” 

“They’re perfect. You’re perfect. You’re my perfect little good girl.” 

She smiled. 

“Take that thong off.” 

She slid the thong down her shapely legs and stepped out of it. 

“You wax,” I said. 

“It’s expensive, but I like the way it feels.” 

“I’ll be paying for it from now on.” 

“You don’t have to do …”

I cut her off with a wave of my hand. 

“Thank you,” she said. 

“Get on your hands and knees and crawl to me,” I said. 

Dropping to all fours, she made her way to me and stopped once she was at my knees. 

I looked down at her. “You’re incredibly beautiful.” 

She smiled and began to speak but before she could get a word out, I snatched her throat in my hand and squeezed. She let out a squeak and her eyes bulged, just slightly. 

“Who owns you?” I said, loosening my grip enough to let her answer escape her lips. 

“You do.” 

“Do you want to be owned?”

“Yes.”

“Do you submit?” 

“Yes.” 

“To who?”

“You.”

I slapped her pretty face, just hard enough to get her attention.

“Does anyone else own you?”

“Only you.” 

“Good girl, now take my cock out.” 

With shaking hands, she undid my belt and pants and then worked the zipper down. She reached into my boxers, wrapped her warm hand around my hard cock, and took it out. 

I put my hand under her chin and pushed it up until her eyes met mine. “Time to prove yourself.” 

She lowered her face back down and put her tongue against the underside of my cock and began licking. Once she’d licked every centimeter of it, she wrapped her lips around the tip and sucked. 

“Good girl,” I sighed. 

I leaned back on the coach and took in the view of this beautiful, submissive twenty-year-old sucking my cock. She was doing a good job of getting it down her throat but I was ready for more and ready to test her. 

I stood up and worked my pants and boxers off. Taking my cock in my left hand, I pressed it against her lips and as she opened her mouth, I put my right hand on the back of her head. 

With her head secured, I thrust my cock down her throat. Her eyes went wide and she made loud slurping and choking sounds. 

Is there a better sound? 

Continuing to hold her head in place, I said, “Are you ready to get throat fucked and show me what an obedient girl you are?” 

She nodded yes. 

That’s all I needed. 

Gripping her head in both my hands, I began fucking her eager little mouth. Once she’d grown used to my pace, she found her own rhythm. She moaned softly each time a thrust stretched her throat out.

All the while, she flattened her tongue in her mouth and positioned it against my cock, letting me slide up and down it with my thrusts. 

Watching as tears ran down her gorgeous, tan face, I was overwhelmed with desire. Gripping her head even tighter, I began throat fucking her with abandon. And she took it all without complaint.

After a few more thrusts, I let myself go and began filling her soft, warm mouth with hot fresh cum. 

“Don’t swallow it yet,” I said. 

Once I’d shot my entire load, I pulled my cock out of her mouth. “Show me.”

She tilted her head back and opened her mouth wide, showing me that her mouth was practically overflowing with jizz. 

“Down the hatch,” I said. 

She swallowed, smacked her lips, and opened her mouth again. 

Every drop of cum was now swimming in her tummy. 

“Did you like that?” 

“I loved it.”

“Get up and go to the bed and get on your back.” 

Once she was in place, I went to her and positioned myself at the bottom of the mattress. I worked my head between her thighs. Her pussy smelled delicious and hot and ready. 

It was time to take care of my new sub. 

I placed my tongue at the bottom of her slit and slowly ran it to the top. 

“Oh fuck yes,” she groaned. 

I ran my tongue up and down her pink slit while working her slit with my fingers. I loved tasting her getting wetter and wetter. 

After a few minutes of slit licking, I gently spread her open and worked my tongue inside her while continuing to give her clit attention with my fingers.

I kissed and licked her inner thighs and blew warm air against her steaming cunt. 

“Roll over onto your stomach,” I said. 

“Yes, sir.” 

I took in the up-close view of her ass. An ass by the way, so perfect that it should be hanging in the Louvre. I spread her hard ass cheeks and flicked my tongue into her steamy asshole. 

Her entire body tensed and then shivered. All she could mutter was, “Unnnhhh.” 

I then dedicated myself to eating her ass. Using her cheeks for leverage, I spread her asshole open nice and wide and worked my tongue as deeply as I could. I rhythmically worked my tongue in and out of her hot hole and swirled it in circles.

Holding her ass open with my left hand, I used my right hand to work her clit. 

Aubrey writhed and twisted and moaned and groaned while I ate her ass and played with her clit. 

Once I saw her lick her lips and then fold them into her mouth, I knew she was close. 

I worked her clit in a firm, rapid circle while working my tongue deeper and deeper into her asshole. 

She finally exploded. “Fuccccccccccckkk,” she wailed. 

I watched her slowly come down from her orgasm and said, “I knew you were the one the second I saw you walk off that jetway.” 

“I’m all yours,” she said. 

“Put your ass up in the air.”

She put her face on the pillow and wiggled forward until her ass was straight in the air. 

I brought my palm down on her right cheek, hard, She squealed and wiggled her hips. Then I brought my hand down on her left cheek. 

“You’ve always wanted someone to spank you, haven’t you?” 

“Yes.” 

“I’m going to spank this ass until it’s cherry red.” 

“Please, yes.” 

Right cheek. Left cheek. Right cheek. Left cheek. Over and over. The room was filled with the sound of my hand violently slapping her ass cheeks and her hungry moans. 

“My handprints are all over your ass,” I said. 

“Will you take a picture and show me?” 

I got off the bed, grabbed my phone, and snapped a few close-ups. I handed her my phone. 

“That looks so sexy,” she said. “I won’t be able to sit for a week.” 

“When you do sit and your ass stings like it’s on fire, I want you to think about me and what a good owner I’m going to be.” 

“I will, I promise.” 

“Are you ready to get fucked?”

“Yes!”

I got off the bed and stood next to her. 

“Lick it.” 

She eagerly licked my cock until I was ready. 

I got back on the bed, positioned myself behind her on my knees, lined my cock up against her ready snatch and gave one hard thrust. 

She was so wet, so eager, so mine that I filled her instantly.

Gripping her shapely dancer’s hips, I began sliding her up and down my prick. I gently pushed her forward until I was about to slip out of her and then pulled her all the way back down with one hard yank. 

“I’ve never been fucked without a condom before,” she said. 

“Better?”

“So much better.” 

With my cock halfway in her, I smacked her raw, red ass a few more times. 

She giggled. 

Then I reached forward and took her brown ponytail in one hand and yanked her head back, hard. 

I began fucking her as hard as I could. Stretching her and filling her, sliding nearly out, and then stretching her and filling her with a thrust. 

“Who fucking owns you?” I groaned. 

“You do!” 

“When do I get this pussy?”

“Whenever you want it!” 

“When are you going to suck my cock?” 

“Whenever you tell me to!” 

“Good girl.”

I could feel my balls slapping against her hard body while I fucked her with completely abandon. The white pillowcase was smeared with makeup from the friction of her face being pounded up and down on it. 

“You’re going to cum before I do,” I said, smacking her ass again. 

“I’m close,” she said. 

Instead of smacking her ass again, I worked a thumb into her asshole. 

She tensed, then relaxed, and then smiled. 

“That’s nice,” she said. 

I fucked her pussy with my cock and her asshole with my thumb for another minute and then her orgasm started. 

As she came, I squeezed her hips and pulled her down the length of me, burying my straining prick all the way in her. 

I started cumming, filling her with hot spurt after hot spurt.

“I can feel your cum,” she said. “I love it.” 

When I was done cumming, I rolled onto my back and pulled her against me. 

“What did you think of your first time as a sub?” 

“I loved it,” she said. “I was in shock in the restaurant when you said all that, but it’s been a fantasy of mine for a long time.” 

“And we’ve only scratched the surface. You have so much to learn and I can’t wait to teach it all to you.” 

“I can’t wait either.” 

“You’re on winter break for a while, right?” 

“Yes,” she said. “For almost another month.” 

“That’s perfect,” I said. “I have two trips to Paris and one to Rome in the next month and you’ll be coming with me.”

I was twenty years old, and it was summer break, but when Mom opened the door, I knew right away I was in trouble.

Mom’s best friend Tori stepped inside, her arms overloaded with designer luggage, and her massive ass stretching the limits of a white sundress that looked painted on. Tori’s hips moved like she had their own planetary gravity; every step a slow-motion wobble of thick, tanned thigh and ass that put half my porn search history to shame. She wore wedge sandals and red toenails, and she didn’t so much walk as bounce and jiggle.

“Sarah!” she squealed, and dropped her bags to throw her arms around my mom.

The women collided, laughing and squeezing. Mom was beautiful, don’t get me wrong. She did yoga five days a week and never missed a 5K, but next to Tori, she looked like a swim coach next to a Sports Illustrated model. Tori bent at the waist to hug Mom, and I got a slow-motion, hi-def view of her sundress rising up her thighs, the thin cotton straining around an ass that looked like it could crush watermelons. She wiggled her hips and the fabric rode higher, showing the faintest hint of a pink thong.

Mom peeled away from the hug, beaming. “Tori! I can’t believe it’s been so long. Look at you, girl! You look amazing.”

Tori did a little twirl. “Divorce diet, honey. And pilates. Gotta get the merchandise tight for the dating pool.” She winked at me over Mom’s shoulder, and she caught me staring, and grinned. “Noah! Oh my God, is that you? You’re huge!”

My cheeks lit up. “Hey, Tori. Um, let me get those for you.”

She pressed the bag into my arms, squeezing my biceps with both hands. Her fingers dug in like she was testing a steak for doneness. “Damn, baby boy, you hit puberty like a truck.” Her eyes flicked down to my shorts, then back up to my face. “Did you bring friends? Or is all this muscle just for me?”

I mumbled something and tried to adjust myself, which only made her smile wider.

Mom took one of the smaller suitcases. “You remember where the guest room is, right?”

Tori sighed. “I could find it with my eyes closed. God, I missed this place. And you, Sarah. And you, Noah.” She said it in a way that made my name sound like something sticky and forbidden.

I dragged Tori’s bags down the hall and into the guest room, trying to think about literally anything but her ass. She followed, hips swinging like a metronome. The room looked exactly the same as it did when I was sixteen, which, coincidentally, was the last time I’d seen Tori in person. She’d been hot then. Now she was nuclear.

She gave the mattress a test bounce, then sat, knees apart, the dress riding up almost to her hips. She patted the space next to her. “C’mere, Noah. Last time I saw you, you were still a skinny little freshman.”

I laughed awkwardly. “Yeah… that was two years ago. I’m a junior now.”

I sat, careful to keep my hands on my knees. Her perfume hit me again, warm and sweet. Her boobs fought for attention with her ass, jiggling under the low-cut dress every time she laughed. “Sophomore, I think. You made me eat a raw oyster and I puked on the dock.”

Tori chuckled, then leaned in and hugged me, hard. Her boobs squished against my chest; her hands slid around my shoulders, nails lightly scratching. She held me a beat longer than necessary, then whispered, “You turned out so handsome, babe. Watch out, your mom’s friends might try to jump you.”

She released me, sitting back, hands on her knees. Her cleavage was a canyon, the kind of view you couldn’t buy. Her thighs, pressed together, barely left room for the dress.

“Thanks. You look good, too. Better than I remember.”

She pursed her lips. “Aren’t you sweet. Compliment a woman’s ass at my age and you get bonus points.”

I couldn’t tell if she was joking, so I nodded and looked away. She touched my knee.

“I mean it, Noah. Don’t be shy.”

I heard Mom calling from the kitchen. Tori got up, grabbed my arm, and pulled me to my feet. For a moment I was hyper-aware of how close we were, her face inches from mine, breath soft and warm. She smiled, turned, and sashayed down the hall, the bottom of her dress bouncing with every step.

In the kitchen, Mom was making sangria. Tori poured herself a glass and perched on a barstool. Mom started chopping fruit. The two of them launched into a conversation like no time had passed, catching up about their divorces, old friends and something about a disastrous trip to Cabo.

Tori kept catching my eye over the rim of her glass, running her tongue along the edge every time she drank. She made little comments, “Noah, could you grab the ice?” “Noah, you don’t have a girlfriend? That’s criminal.” “Noah, you want a taste?” each line layered with more suggestion than the last.

It was like she knew exactly what she was doing to me, and maybe she did.

An hour later, Tori and Mom were already tipsy. Mom decided it was time to change into bathing suits and hit the pool before dinner. Mom shooed me out of the kitchen so they could change. I tried to go upstairs but, as soon as I hit the landing, I heard them in Mom’s room, giggling and talking about bras and tan lines.

When I got to my room, I waited, scrolling Instagram, trying to calm down. After five minutes, I heard Mom’s voice, “Noah! Come join us!”

I put on my swim trunks, praying they wouldn’t see my hard-on. I went down. Tori was already on the deck, one foot in the pool, her bikini, neon green, high-cut and so small it disappeared between the twin planets of her ass. The top didn’t even try to hide her boobs. She bent over the edge, adjusting a pool float, and the bottoms wedged even deeper between her cheeks.

Mom’s suit was blue and athletic, showing off her runner’s legs and toned arms. She wore sunglasses and looked every bit the suburban goddess.

Tori leaned on the railing. “Noah?” She arched her back so her ass stuck out even more, then slapped her own cheek. “Get over here. Help me with this float.”

She handed me the plastic float. I bent to fix the valve, and she bent with me, our faces inches apart. She let her hair fall forward, brushing my cheek.

Mom cannonballed into the pool, splashing us both. We screamed and laughed. Tori slipped in next, and for a second her ass bobbed just above the waterline, glistening. I was not okay.

We played around, passing a beach ball and daring each other to do handstands. When it was time to sunbathe, Mom spread two towels on the deck, then flopped down to tan. Tori straddled her towel, and laid face-down, kicking her feet in the air.

“Can you get my back, Sarah?” Tori rolled her head to one side, green eyes sparkling at me. “Sunscreen?”

“Of course.” Mom squirted lotion onto Tori’s lower back, then started rubbing it in.

Tori moaned, “Lower, girl. Lower.”

Mom laughed. “You mean your butt? Tori, your butt is basically a continent.”

“That’s genetic. And you know it.” Tori wiggled, causing her cheeks to ripple and the bikini bottom to wedge so deep it was more suggestion than clothing.

I sat nearby, towel over my lap, trying to look anywhere else. But Mom’s hands were gliding over Tori’s glutes, rubbing and kneading like she was working pizza dough. Tori closed her eyes and purred. “Mmm, Sarah, you always had magic hands.”

“Maybe I should be charging you,” Mom teased.

I pretended to scroll my phone, but every so often, Tori would crack an eye open and look straight at me. At one point, she reached back to adjust her bikini, locking eyes and giving the strap a deliberate tug. Her ass jiggled. My balls turned blue.

After a while, Mom went inside to prep dinner. I stayed, just in case Tori needed anything else. She rolled over and propped herself on her elbows. Her bikini top could barely contain her boobs.

She smiled. “You looked like you enjoyed the show, Noah.”

I froze. “Uh, what?”

She cocked her head, hair tumbling over one shoulder. “Don’t be shy. Boys your age are supposed to look. Hell, you think I wore this thing for Sarah?” She winked. “It’s nice to know I still got it.”

I swallowed. “You definitely do.”

She laughed, then got up, stretching so her body arched and her ass stuck out again. “Good answer.” She grabbed her towel, shaking out her hair, and leaned close. Her lips grazed my ear. “If you ever get bored, come find me.”

She walked away, hips swinging like a dare.

*****

Dinner was burgers on the patio. Mom and Tori drank white wine and told embarrassing stories about college. Tori laughed at everything I said, even my dumbest jokes.

After we’d eaten, my cock was already rock hard and I desperately needed to rub one off. I had to decline Mom’s offer of watching a movie together. Although when I got to my bedroom, I couldn’t do it. It was difficult to jerk off while your mom was home.

Later that night when Mom and Tori went to bed, I heard a huge metallic crack from the guest bedroom.

“Tori! Did you just break my bed?” Mom said.

I headed there as well, finding Tori on the broken bed, giggling. “Guess I don’t know my own strength.”

Mom shook her head. “That’s it. You’re sleeping in Noah’s room. He’s got the only bed that can handle you.” She pointed at me. “You’re okay with that, right, honey?”

I nodded. “Uhm, sure.”

Tori giggled, then propped herself on one elbow. “Guess I’m all yours tonight, baby boy.”

Mom left, still chuckling. Tori winked at me, then got up and followed me to my room.

Once inside, she looked around, then sat on the edge of my bed. She patted the mattress. “This one’s much better.”

I stood awkwardly by the door. “Do you, um, need anything? Water? Phone charger?”

She shook her head, then peeled off her dress. She wore nothing but the pink thong and her bikini top, which she unclipped and dropped onto my desk. Her boobs tumbled free, heavy and perfect.

My jaw dropped as I couldn’t look away from her bell-shaped breasts. “Come on, you’ve seen boobs before,” she said with a grin. She reached for her bag, pulled out a silky nightie, and slid it over her head. It covered almost nothing, the hem barely reaching the tops of her thighs, the fabric so sheer I could see her nipples and the outline of her thong.

She sat back on the bed and crossed her legs, the nightie riding up. She looked at me, eyes shining. “Undress and join me, Noah. Don’t make me sleep alone.”

I turned around, taking off all my clothes except for my underwear. I also made sure to suck the cock into the waistband, even if the bulge was clearly outlined. “Come on, let’s spoon.”

I hopped into the bed, and she wiggled her ass closer to my crotch, and pressed her body against mine. “God, it feels so nice to cuddle again. Men my age are such duds.”

I swallowed, not sure if I should put my arm around her or keep my hands to myself.

Tori fixed that by grabbing my hand and planting it firmly on her thigh. She squeezed my fingers, then guided my hand up, over the curve of her ass, until my palm rested on her bare cheek.

She shifted, grinding her butt against my lap. I went instantly, painfully hard. Tori noticed and pressed harder.

She whispered, “You like my ass, don’t you?”

“Yeah, it’s quite nice.”

She laughed softly. “It’s okay, baby. I always knew you stared at it.” She scooted back so my dick was wedged between her cheeks. She wiggled. “See what happens when you’re honest with me?”

I groaned.

She reached back and slid her hand up my leg, fingers finding my waistband. “Want to be bad tonight, Noah? Or do you want me to go back to the busted bed?”

I tried to answer, but she’d already pulled my shorts down, freeing me. Her hand wrapped around my cock, stroking it slowly and deliberately.

She guided my hand to her ass, making me squeeze and knead, pushing my fingers into the softest, thickest flesh I’d ever touched.

She leaned close. “You ever fuck a woman like me before?”

I shook my head.

She smiled. “Good. I want you to remember this forever.”

I couldn’t believe this was happening. “What about Mom?”

“She sleeps like a log.” She slipped the nightie off, and then her thong. She got on all fours, ass up, and looked back over her shoulder. “Come on, sweetie. Get what you’ve been staring at.”

I moved behind her, barely believing any of it. Her ass was a miracle. Round, tight, but soft as a pillow. I groped it, spreading her cheeks, burying my face in the crack. She moaned, then looked back. “You eat pussy, babe? Show me.”

I did as told, licking her slowly at first, then deeper. Her ass cheeks smothered my face, and she kept pushing back, grinding. She was wet and tasted like sweat and sunscreen and something wild.

She said, “Spank me. Hard.” I did, the smack echoing off the walls, leaving a red print. She moaned louder, shaking her ass. “Again.”

I did it, over and over, feeling her shudder.

Finally she reached back, grabbed my cock, and guided it into her.

The moment I pushed inside her, Tori let out a low, throaty moan. “Mmm… that’s it, baby. Nice and slow at first.”

I was shaking. Her pussy was incredibly hot and wet, but it was the sight of her massive ass right in front of me that made my brain short-circuit. I gripped her wide hips gently, almost afraid to squeeze too hard, and started thrusting, slow, careful strokes, watching in disbelief as her enormous cheeks rippled softly with every movement.

Tori pushed back against me, taking me deeper. “You can hold tighter,” she whispered, looking back over her shoulder with a wicked smile. “I know you’ve been dreaming about this ass for years. Don’t be shy now.”

I tightened my grip, my fingers sinking into the soft, thick flesh of her ass. The feeling was unreal, so full and heavy. I started fucking her a little harder, mesmerized by the way her huge booty jiggled and bounced every time my hips met her.

“Fuck… Tori… your ass is so big,” I said in awe.

She moaned louder and pushed back, meeting my thrusts. “You like it? Tell me how much you love Mommy’s friend’s fat ass.”

“I love it,” I groaned, completely lost in the sight. “It’s… perfect.”

Tori reached back and spread one of her cheeks, giving me an even better view as I slid in and out of her. I was breathing hard, trying not to cum too quickly from how overwhelming it felt.

She pulled off me suddenly and turned around, pushing me onto my back. “My turn to ride you. I want you to watch.”

She climbed on top in reverse cowgirl, facing away from me. I stared, heart pounding, as she reached back, spread her massive ass, and slowly sank down onto my cock. The sight of her thick cheeks swallowing every inch of me was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.

“Oh my god…” I whispered, completely stunned.

Tori started riding me, rolling her hips in deep, sensual circles at first, then bouncing harder. Her enormous ass clapped loudly against my thighs with every movement, the soft flesh rippling and jiggling hypnotically. I couldn’t stop staring. It was better than every fantasy I’d ever had.

She lifted all the way so only the tip was in her pussy then came crashing down, pussy against my groin. My eyes rolled to the back of the skull as she kept going, every crash and lift pushing me closer to heaven.

She looked back at me, biting her lip. “You like watching my big ass bounce on you, baby?”

I could barely speak. “Yes… fuck, Tori… it’s so huge.”

She smiled and started riding me faster, slamming her heavy ass down onto me again and again. The wet sounds of her pussy and the loud clapping of her cheeks filled the room. I grabbed her hips instinctively, feeling them move under my hands as she worked herself on my cock.

Tori moaned, reaching back to spread herself again so I could see everything. “That’s it, Noah. Enjoy it. This ass is all yours tonight.”

I was in heaven. The sight of her massive, jiggling ass bouncing on me was almost too much. My hands roamed over her soft cheeks, squeezing and kneading them as she rode me harder. She leaned forward, giving me the perfect view as she twerked on my cock, her huge ass rippling wildly.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. “Tori… I’m gonna cum…”

“That’s what I’m here for,” she moaned, bouncing faster. “Fill me up, baby.”

With a desperate groan, I thrust up into her and came hard, pulsing deep inside her as my orgasm crashed through me. Tori kept riding me through it, milking every drop until I was completely spent.

She finally slowed down, still sitting on my cock, her massive ass resting against my lap. She looked back at me with a satisfied, teasing smile.

Then she came off me, my cock landing with a smack against my waist, her pussy gaping open, leaking cum and juice.

We lay there, panting, her hand stroking my hair. After a while, she whispered, “Can you keep a secret?”

I nodded.

She grinned. “Good. Because I’m staying for the whole week. And that was just night one.”

I drifted off with her body wrapped around me, wondering how I’d survive six more nights.

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