Jen’s Bitch
She was a little out of the main stream in school. Not quite a rebel but also not in the super popular crowd. Guys didn’t know what to make of her. One thing for sure is they certainly did try. Why? She had a hauntingly gorgeous presence, she had quietly, maybe unknowingly driven all us guys crazy for 4 years. It was like Boo Radley in the movie to kill a Mockingbird, she was simply mysterious and for me, a little scary to even approach.. Now that we were all seniors and of legal age, knowing she’d be gone after graduation, guys tried harder but all of them crashed and burned and left her alone.
She kept to herself but was not a loner, just not an initiator, by choice. For me she was a siren. I couldn’t resist looking at her when she passed. She was in my Science class and I tried to make sure to sit in a spot where I could see her. Luckily I was not always successful or I’d get nothing done in class. Months had gone by and I was really starting to go crazy. I frequently had very short conversations with her but something was going on that I could not put my finger on. Oh! Yeah I thought about fucking her all the time. She was easily a D cup maybe larger; she was very fit and had beautiful legs. Her hair was black and screamed dominance. Her eyes were green. She was mesmerizing to talk to and I decided if I ever got my chance I’d definitely do whatever she wanted. Little did I know….
It started late in the trimester, in 2 weeks we would be out of school. Jen and I happened to sit together and an assignment was given in Science class. After the bell ranged she touched my arm and said, “I think this assignment would be easier if we did it together, you interested?” Oh MY GOD!!! My balls dropped right there. Her voice probably sounded normal to someone else but I heard something very sensual, I said yes immediately, stuttering a few times. She smiled, I got hard.
“I’ll give you my address and phone number tomorrow and by the way…”
“Yes” I said
“You better hide that beast,” she said and motioned down.
Damn I knew I was getting hard but hoped it was not showing yet. I looked down and I was huge, fully erect, major tent. I felt my face get hot and red as she walked away with a little smirk/smile, I’m not sure.
I hide the beast uhhhhh my coc…. Errrr I mean myself and rushed to the bathroom locking myself in a stall. What just happened? I yelled to myself (in silence mind you). All year long just tiny nibbles of conversation lots of…. Ok stalking at lunch and endless glances then all of the sudden BAM! She blindsides me and I’m left hiding a hard on that won’t go down.
Well the last class I probably did not hear a word and I had to tie the beast uhhhh…. Oh never mind. I tied the beast under my belt and my t-shirt hid me the rest of the day. The next day I could not wait until science class but I was also nervous for it to come plus I had not seen her in the halls all day which was a little unusual.
She walked in and her skirt showed off her tanned legs. She pretended not to notice. Here she said as she sat down, handing me her address and phone number.
“Why don’t we start tonight then we’ll have the weekend. Will your parents allow that?
“They leave today and will not be back until Monday morning” I said.
I thought for a moment, why would they mind, were doing an assignment of course they won’t mind. The comment was a little odd.
“Perfect, why don’t you come over at 8:00 pm?”
“Great!”
I raced home, I don’t know why, perhaps to start waiting until 8:00. The faster I get home the sooner I can start waiting. Well time seemed to fly which in and of itself was surprising.
I knocked, she opened the door. Come in her soft voice said. Let me change, I just got here. She came downstairs in a spaghetti strap top that seemed 2 sizes too small because it stretched across her breasts straining to contain her. I started getting hard, luckily I was sitting down. Her belly showed and she had a beautiful shiny jeweled navel piercing that swayed across perfectly flat slightly muscular abs. She wore a tight skirt just above the knees …. And on her feet were a pair of black 6” heels. OH MY GOD I thought. She snapped her fingers a couple times and I realized I was staring just a few seconds too long.
Sorry, I’ve never seen you like this… I mean you never wear that to school so how could… uh I mean my homework cloths are boring but yours…
I finally stopped trying to figure out what to say and said, “I’m sorry for staring.”
She smiled and said “that’s ok; I’ll take it all as a compliment”
I was way to consumed with my own thoughts to even realize there was an entire conversation going on in her mind as well.
She smiled to herself thinking perfect, now for something a little more enticing.
“Check this out, it’s new”, she said as she strutted to the sofa stopping beside me. She lifted her top to the bottom of her ample breasts, even though her belly already showed, and started playing with her piercing a little.
“Isn’t it beautiful? I just got it.”
Her eyes sharply looking for the signals she wanted.
“What’s more beautiful is what’s behind it” I said.
I quickly looked up panicked; I couldn’t believe that just came out so bluntly.
GOTCHA!! She thought as she licked her lips. Now an equally sexy response to keep him hard.
“WOW! I may have to start calling you babe. What a hot thing to say.”
Now a gentle touch of his face to direct his attention, lean over for a kiss making sure to tease with sensual parted lips, then…… pull away at the last minute.
“Oops that was really a tease wasn’t it. Sorry I won’t do that again.”
I won’t need to baby she thought, you’re putty in my hands now.
She leaned over and whispered in my ear “Your beast is back.” She switched ears and with a purposeful hot breath said “and I bet it is very hungry this time, what do you think?”
She secretly delighted at the look of disbelief knowing I was raging with horniness now.
Time to hit him hard she thought.
“Forget about the homework baby, I’m hot for a FUCK! By the way I have seen you stalking me for months, I see your glances and I bet you have not even noticed I have been stalking you as well”.
My mouth fell open. She raised her eyebrows, “yes baby I have stalked you. I like your ass. I’m an ass girl; I want to do things to your ass. But now I am also a cock girl because you’re fuckin huge,” she said as she nodded at my crotch.
I know she saw the weakness on my face and the light shaking of my hands.
“Take off your cloths,” she said with the tiniest bit of dominance.
I don’t want to spook him so I’ll stay playful, use my smile, flip my long hair, and give him some cleavage.
Now I was in complete disbelief. She could practically hear what I was thinking. Probably something like did I just hear what I thought?
But she was not about to let me have time to think.
“Come on BABE I’ve been waiting for this,” she said interrupting my thoughts.
I began to undress in earnest.
She hid a smirk and thought this top is deadly, my boy is rock hard, turning a deep shade of red and a little purple. She licked her lips.
I throbbed with hardness bouncing my cock almost uncontrollably my eyes glued to her body and face.
“Oh yes that’s sweet,” she said in a perfectly sensual tone of voice as she stared at my cock.
“That’s a hot cock”.
I was so nervous but she was so amazingly beautiful I didn’t care. I got the strong sense she never expects anyone to not do what she says. THIS is what I could not put my finger on. She had me completely under her control, willingly. I was ready to do anything.
“Have you fantasized about me a lot” she said
“Yes constantly”
“Do you masturbate? Come on sweetie, you do don’t you.”
I looked down, “Yes”
Mmmm now to see what he’ll do for me she thought.
“Climb on this counter,” she said patting the kitchen counter top playfully. Let me get a good look at you"
“Really” I said
“Yeah let’s have some fun” She patted it again, secretly hoping.
I felt like a dog or something but you bet I climbed up.
This boy is allllll mine she thought as her heart raced with excitement as she struggled to maintain her composure.
“Face me. Now spread your legs and sit on your heels like you do when you masturbate on the floor. She checked me out and said I bet you look at an x-rated magazine when you jack off don’t you.” She smiled
I blushed, “Yes” I said
Perfect, I knew he was a nasty boy she thought; now I can get a little nasty myself and get him ready.
“That’s ok; I like my boys nice and dirty. By the way you do pick a picture where the bitch has DD’s don’t you?,” she said cupping and squeezing her breasts together as my mouth fell open.
“Yes” I said and my face felt like it was burning now.
“YES”! She repeated louder to make sure my secret was out
“You see me as your BITCH”
“Uh I mean no, no ahhh……”
“Shhhhhh,” she said putting a finger on my lips smiling. “We’ll get clearer on that later”.
Now that completely came across in a way where I was just an object. I didn’t care. I realized at that moment that guys don’t care about much when they think they’ll get to start fucking soon. In retrospect there were warning signs that I ignored.
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She verbally assaulted me again “Do you like my breasts?”
“I was stunned as a little drool dripped out of my mouth to my embarrassment.”
“Ooooooooo very good boy, just stare, I like that”
“They are gorgeous” I answered
“They’re the best in the school aren’t they?” she asked
“By far, no one’s even close to you.” I was going to say exactly what she wanted to hear.
She smiled, “thank you” she said as her hand slide over her nipples feeling herself up.
I completely gave up trying to maintain my composure and outright stared.
“You are so horny. That’s just the way I like you”. Straighten your back and sit up.
I felt like a trained dog but I was definitely going to do every single thing she wanted.
“Now be a good boy and spread your legs a little wider for me I want to see every inch of this savage piece of flesh between your legs. My my, you are a big one; I bet you can really rip a girl up with that. Can you get harder?”
I thought she was kidding. My cock felt like it was ready to rip through the skin already. Suddenly she pulled off her top to reveal firm breasts riding high on her chest with sharp contrasting tan lines. (I think I got harder in that second and my cock was aching.)
She reached under me grabbing my sac forcing my swollen balls into the end. Her hand clamped down on me like a vice. I doubled over into her chest.
“Let’s stop this one right now,” she whispered as my cock frantically spasmed trying to cum. My hips started jerking around as I frantically tried to pull free of her hand or push the cum through her grip. I whimpered as her free hand gently held my head against her breast.
“Whimper boy,” she urged into my ear “go ahead, its ok I know it hurts a little.”
I whimpered freely as my loins were on fire. It was getting overwhelming.
“That’s it baby, let it pass, you’re just in heat honey but I know what to do.” I leaned into her panting and whimpering softly; in pain.
“You have a very powerful cock she whispered, it truly is a beast but I know how to control it and how to tame you”.
The intensity in my cock and balls finally subsided and she released me. It will be back but not for a little while. Keep your legs spread sweetie. I was panting and sweating as she handed me a wet cloth to wipe my face. She fiddled with something in a drawer…
Now for one last little distraction and a little reward for him so I can move in she thought.
She leaned in real close and started a long sensual kiss. Then I felt her reach under me and her lotion filled hand cupped my balls and the cold felt soothing. As she caressed she let her middle finger slide over my anus spreading the lotion, slowly rubbing and teasing me. It felt good, nasty and scary at the same time. When her finger slipped in my ass I started panting in uncomfortable fear but her breasts pushing into me and her tongue in my mouth pretty much assured I was not going to pull away.
“Squeeze my finger baby,” she coaxed, “Mmmmmm very nice, very tight” she whispered
Turn around she commanded. I turned my back to her and her finger slipped in me again. She noticed I was getting too scared at the weird turn of events and whispered “It’s just you and me no one will ever know, relax baby and let it happen.”
Now her hard nipples and breasts teased my back and her other hand reached around to caress my chest and gently tease my nipples. Wherever her hand caressed, a whole rush of sensations followed. She was an expert at manipulating my body to react. She kissed and caressed me as her warm soft body came into full contact with mine. I slowly calmed down a little.
You like this don’t you she said?
She must have noticed the ever so slight shift on my heels that pulled my cheeks open a little more.
“Very good baby,” her finger probed deeper and started working my hole loose. She worked on me for a little while with non stop whispering in my ears, touching my body as she finger fucked me. Humiliating, demoralizing…….. actually I realized it was just someone doing what I always knew I would let them do if they forced it on me. She played with my hole, sometimes gently, other times hard. I think you’re ready she said. I had no idea what she meant.
She was still behind me and said take a deep breath, now exhale. Inhale, exhale, inhale mmmmm very good….
Ummmpf she thrust 2 fingers up in me. My body jumped as she held me tightly around the chest for a moment.
“Let me in babe,” she cooed in my ear kissing my neck. She tilted my head back kissing my lips as her finger jabbed hard and I mean really hard as if to hurt me. This was her first really rough action to dominate me. A worried moan left my mouth and went into hers as she kissed me deeply.
She whispered
“Do you want to fuck me?”
“Yes,” I whimpered.
“Scoot your ass back to the edge of the counter, that’s it put your hole over the edge, Good boy.”
Now I felt something different on my hole. Suddenly she stood up, leaned into me and thrust. My ass split open as a huge object rammed up inside me. Feel my cock baby? She grabbed me around the middle pinning both arms to my sides. She knocked the wind out of me as her next thrust stretched me open more. Her 6" heels enabled her to lift up into me with each thrust.
“You see I love to fuck my boy toys in the ass with my strap-ons,” she whispered. “I want you to feel what it is like to become a woman’s BITCH.”
She started fucking me hard as I whimpered and in time tears started running down my face. It hurt but I also didn’t want her to stop, she was so…………….. caring and sensual almost like she was sorry but she had to do this. What a strange thought to have as this girl pounded my ass.
Her sharp thrusts were preceded by little orders of what I would do from now on.
You are my BITCH now
Pump, pump
I own your ass
Pump, pump
I’ll fuck you whenever I want
Pump, pump
You’ll spread and beg for the delicious sensual pain I will give you
Pump, Pump
Finally she slide her long cock out of me. I just rested glad it seemed over. She did something, opened and closed a drawer then said:
“You’ll do whatever I want won’t you honey she cooed?”
“Yes,” I said weakly.
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She dipped her hips down under me and a huge knob began pressing hard against my asshole.
“Time to really stretch you out,” she said as one hand muffled my mouth. I leaned my head back and a long sustained whimper frantically exited my lips into her hand as she pushed a very thick cock against my rim muscle.
The sustained pressure made me pant hard and shake. She kept nudging hard at me and then it happened, we both felt me loosen. She said, “oooooo feel that baby, you’re weakening”. She kept nudging me open stretching me and I was really trying hard to maintain some kind of composure but when the helmet of her cock popped through and my rim muscle snapped closed around her shaft I lost it.
I did a little girl scream into her hand as I tried to get my arms loose but she was extremely strong.
“Now baby, let’s move your insides around,” she said corkscrewing her cock in me like she was churning butter. “Let’s complete your transformation.” I thought I would pass out when she started ramming as fast and as hard as she could.
The counter shook with her thrusts as my exposed ass was viciously attacked. I don’t recognize the different sounds that came out of my mouth; she was shutting me up pretty good with her hand. I had no idea she was so strong, that soft warm body felt very muscular now.
Finally she stopped, fully extended onto her toes, leaning over my back she said.
“Slide your legs back off the counter and stand up.”
I did as I was told and was immediately eased into a position bent over the counter and she started pounding again. I was really growing weak and she seemed to only get stronger and more animalistic and it was scary to lose control. I don’t remember what happened next but I was standing and being pummeled against a wall. She now took on animal type sounds as she fucked. She had me impaled as I seemed to be guided to a room nearby with her irregular thrusts helping to move me along. I fell onto a bed as she rode me down burrowing deep and hard in me on contact. I cried out. Nothing I could do could get her out of me.
I could not stand it anymore, she had continued to squeeze my balls forcing me to stop coming. Just when I thought my body would collapse she let me cum. Something in my mind snapped and I screamed right as she shoved my face into a pillow, grinding her huge cock deep in my ass releasing my balls. I exploded furiously, screaming repeatedly, pumping for all I was worth, my cock strained in endless spasms. I completely gave up any resistance and allowed myself to be FUCKED like a rag doll.
She finally stopped, her cock balls deep in my ass, both of us dripping in sweat
“Who’s the BITCH,” she whispered out of breath?
“I am,” I said hoarsely
“Who’s my boy toy?”
“I am,” I said hoarsely
“Who will willingly be on all fours spreading his cheeks for me whenever I want this summer?”
“I will”
With her big pole still spreading me I felt a sharp but manageable pin prick. I was too weak to do anything but lie there. Moments later she held up a mirror and I looked back as instructed. On my stretched asshole rim was the name “Jens” in cursive and the word “Bitch” in bold. With my skin stretched so tightly by her cock the letters were very noticeable but after my hole puckers closed it will be unreadable she said.
“You’re now my BITCH; I OWN you and I have marked you as my property. I just love that idea,” she said with a smile.
She began to pump again just to make me hurt a little more as she treated me like a pet, being very caring about fucking me unmercifully. She balanced ruthless, deep strap-on play with caring love in a way that assured her I would keep coming back for more.
Finally she began to pull out but the big mushroomed head of her cock was stuck inside my hole.
“This is like a dogs knot stuck in his BITCH isn’t it?” she said as she playfully tugged. It felt like she was getting ready to pull my ass inside out.
“I guess there is nothing to do but yanked,” she said.
She yanked hard a few times and I chirped in pain but she was out and I let loose a huge sigh of relief. She giggled and caressed me. “I love it when your body spasms wildly like that”.
She allowed me to recover a bit then moved me into another position and worked me again. She did this for what seemed like a long time. I didn’t resist, I don’t know why, it’s like it wasn’t an option to resist her lust.
spent the night with her because…. Well frankly I couldn’t walk. She delighted in that and whispered, “It’s my goal to always have you walk with a limp baby. When you come to school Monday, only you and I will know what caused that limp. Only you and I will know why you wince when you sit down.”
When we are with others at school only you and I will know you have Jen’s BITCH tattooed on your asshole.
The End
We Found Our Thrills
Remember those high-school Friday nights? Sitting in the car in the driveway, the radio playing on low—the conversation faltering as you tried to prolong the pleasure of your date’s company. Remember wondering when the kiss would happen? How did those days disappear so quickly? If you’re like me, and high-school was more than half your life ago, then you might enjoy a little tale about the last time my guy and I made out after a date:
The air was chilly, and the stars were bright in the early February sky. Valentine’s Day was coming, with all its chocolate and rose petals, and black lace panties…but tonight was just an average Friday night—a date night, like so many others, that started with a movie, then dinner, and—if all went according to plan—might end up with some really great bedroom sex.
But things turned out to be a little different. Nothing drastic happened, except that his warm fingers reached for mine more often across the dinner table. His eyes sparkled when I laughed, and he talked—really talked—about something, anything, I really don’t remember what. I do remember, though, as we drove home, my chilled fingers warming themselves on his thigh, and his chatting like someone had thrown a switch after replacing his batteries.
As we pulled into the driveway, he turned off the engine, and left the 80’s station broadcasting memories over the radio. I turned to face him in my seat. While our unsupervised teenagers played video games and ordered on-demand-movies in the house, we sat outside grinning at each other like we were the adolescents and they the parents sitting up until we returned home safely. We reminisced, laughed and relaxed. Those high-school-date jitters swept over me once again, as I sat with one eye on his lips, the other on the front porch light. I realized that I was hoping it wouldn’t come on; that nobody was watching from the front of the house.
He was a little surprised when I initiated, by putting my knees in my seat and leaning across the console to kiss him. My hands pressed against his chest. My tongue slipped into his mouth to snake around and explore that sweet spot underneath. It didn’t take long for him to possessively wrap his arms around my waist and pull me into his lap. I giggled like a school-girl, and tangled my fingers in his hair as his hands slipped beneath my blouse and fingered the bottom edge of my bra. He was planning to try for second base.
I moaned softly to egg him on a little, and squirmed a bit in his lap. Sufficiently encouraged, he responded by kicking back his seat as he expertly unclipped my bra with two fingers. Turning to straddle him, I slipped my hands beneath his shirt and nibbled on that sensitive muscle tensing just below his jaw. I could taste the warmth of his flesh, and from somewhere deep in my memory the smell of Polo filled my nose. Soon we were pawing at each other, his fingers down the front of my jeans, my blouse unbuttoned, and my nipples pressed against his.
And then, there were headlights.
We gasped, ducked our heads, thankful at least for the light tint on the windows. Holding our breath, we watched the pizza delivery guy walk past the driver’s side window, and climb the steps to ring our doorbell. I could feel my lover’s heartbeat pounding in my chest. Our eyes were wide, and our bodies frozen half in fear of being discovered, half in arousal at the thrill. The front porch light temporarily blinded me, and I was glad that we’d had the foresight to recline the seat. I peeked over the bottom edge driver’s side window, and I whispered the unfolding drama in a low, excited voice.
It was my son who opened the door, his tall, lanky shadow stretching across the front walk. The expression on his face told me he was too concerned with the pizza in the box, and maybe his paused video, game to notice or question why mom and dad’s car was back in the driveway, while we were nowhere in sight. Forking over the cash and grabbing the warm pizza with a grin, he closed the door.
We dared to breathe.
Never even suspecting that we were crouched just inches away, the delivery driver passed our car, got back into his, and sped off down the road. We erupted in nervous laughter, relieved that we’d gotten away with our little escapade. But suddenly, I felt his arms clamping around me again, and his mouth smothering mine. The urgency was palpable. We were flying high on the danger and our narrow escape. There was no stopping us now.
Soon, the windows were fogged over, and a moist heat filled the small space where we lay, tangled in each others arms, mouths, and half-on-half-off clothing. I pulled away from him and repositioned my knees in the passenger seat. His groans of protest lasted only a moment, as I reached for his belt, and released his throbbing cock. It sprang out of its prison and beckoned me to come closer. I obligingly dived in.
He groaned aloud as I slipped my mouth over his engorged tip. I could tell he’d only hoped our adventure would progress so far. He fisted his hands into my long, dark hair, and arched his back as I wrapped my left hand around the base of his shaft and cupped his balls with my right. As he began to swell and grow slicker with my saliva, I tightened my grip just enough to increase his pleasure, twisting my soft fist around him as I flattened my tongue and wrapped it around the sensitive underside of his rod. I began sucking softly at first, letting my tongue flick over all the most sensitive spots I knew so well.
As his excitement grew, I began to slide him in and out of my warm, wet mouth, going a bit deeper with each stroke, and increasing the suction a fraction at a time. I imaged I was sucking a thick, creamy milkshake through a straw. He reached over with his right hand and tweaked first one nipple then the other—alternating as I moaned into his crotch. The vibrations made him shudder and I could feel his legs tensing beneath me and his balls drawing in tightly as the pressure built. I couldn’t help thinking that at any minute a neighbor, or one of our children might be tapping on the window, and the sense of urgency drove me to a frantic pace. It wasn’t long before his legs jerked and his body convulsed as my mouth filled with his tangy, thick cum. I swallowed—–swallowed, and swallowed until I felt him relax and soften in my mouth. Then I leaned back and took a shaky breath while he looked at me with utter bewilderment. I could tell he was asking himself what had gotten into me.
He grinned as I slid my pants down over my hips and guided his left hand back to my quivering, wet pussy. He knew exactly what I wanted, and quick. So he raised his seat and slipped two fingers inside of me so fast that I yelped at the sensation. In the lifetime we’ve spent together he’s learned to bring me to climax expertly with either his right or left hand. I shuddered as he flicked his left thumb over my clit, and groaned loudly as he pressed his pinky against my tight rosebud. He moved quickly, for maximum impact, my arousal providing all the lubrication he needed. His fingers jammed tightly into me, twisting, turning, flicking across my lips, my clit, against my backside. I exploded in a flash, dripping sticky, wet cream all over his hands.
He tortured me for a few moments more, watching me writhe and twitch in excruciating pleasure. Then he reached across me to the glove box, and pulled out a handful of napkins from the all-night taco place. We laughed again as we made an effort to clean ourselves up, and rearrange our clothing before facing the children. The icy night air rushed over us, as I stepped shakily from the car, and took his arm. This was a night neither of us would soon forget, and something told me as we mounted the steps, his hand squeezing the soft flesh of my ass, that the great bedroom sex I’d anticipated earlier might very well be straight ahead.
The End
Hotel Rendezvous
She got into the hotel elevator on the 7th floor, wearing nothing a swimsuit with a towel around her waist, at the same time I got out, and I knew I had to follow her.
There was no doubt it was the same woman I’d noticed that morning as I’d left for the conference, leaving room 713 just after I’d walked out of 717. She’d had on a perfectly smooth pencil skirt over black hose or stockings, a matching jacket, three-inch heels, and a white blouse–the kind of business attire that drives me to distraction every single time. She was about a size eight, which gave her just enough curves to fill out the skirt and blouse even more erotically than I would have thought possible. Her long dark-brown hair had completed the look perfectly, and the glance she’d given me as she hurried down the hall showed just enough of her face for me to recognize again tonight.
If she’d recognized me just now, though, she hadn’t let it show. Which may have been just as well, as I intended to follow her to the hotel pool as soon as I could get changed. I simply had to find out if her ass looked as good in that swimsuit as it had in the pencil skirt.
I unlocked room 717, went straight to the bathroom, and took care of my frustrations–it’s no good going to the pool with a massive hard-on if you’re trying to be inconspicuous. Then I took a quick shower, found my swimsuit, tucked my key in a pocket, grabbed a towel and headed to the pool floor.
I realized I was hurrying and slowed myself just as I got to the pool, scanning for Miss 713. She was already in the pool doing laps, probably for the last ten minutes. An older couple was doing the same in the lanes on the opposite site, so I put down my towel on the chair next to 713’s and watched her for a second. She swam towards me, then held the end of the pool as she caught my eye. I returned the look with a smile and a nod.
She smiled, briefly, her eyes flickering down my body for only a split second before she turned and took another lap. I could barely see her ass as she kicked through the water, but it was, indeed, everything I’d imagined.
Then I glanced down at her towel and saw her hotel room key card sticking out from underneath it.
I took a deep breath. The older couple wasn’t looking, and 713 was halfway across the pool. I didn’t have time to think about it. So I just did it: my own key card came out of my pocket and slipped underneath hers in the exact same position, and hers slipped into my hand and then to my pocket. I buttoned the pocket discretely so it wouldn’t come out while I was swimming, and slipped into the pool to do a few laps of my own.
Every chance I had, I looked at her body as she swam past me. If she was doing the same, I couldn’t tell, but I certainly gave her every chance to look at my chest and butt if she wanted to take them. I wasn’t bad too look at, I’ve been told, but I clearly wasn’t in as good a shape for swimming as 713 either, because I tired out just as she was diving under for another lap. I was sure she smirked as she passed me that last time.
Smirking myself, I checked that her key was still secure in my pocket and got out. I left my towel where it was and headed to the empty hot tub while 713 finished her laps. When she got out, though, she went straight to her towel to dry off. She tried to avoid glancing at me, or at least tried to avoid me seeing her do it. But I couldn’t stop gazing at her legs, her ass, and her 38D (or so) breasts as she toweled off her hair.
When she was done, I beckoned with a smile for her to come to the hot tub. She thought about it for a second, then sauntered toward me. It was a good thing the whirlpool bubbles concealed my erection, or I might not have been able to talk to her at all. As it was, I had to lick my lips and force my eyes to remain on her face before saying to her, “That was quite a workout. Why don’t you come in and relax your muscles for a bit?”
The elderly couple walked out of the pool behind her. She glanced at them before responding to my offer. “I could, but my momma always said I shouldn’t spend time alone around strange men.”
I sneered a little, then smiled again. “I’m not strange, and you’re no little girl. Look, my name’s M______, and I just want to get to know you a little better. It’s a public place, what are you worried about?”
She tossed her towel across both shoulders and took a step back, but not without a smile. “A nice line, M_______, but one I’ve heard before.”
Before I could respond, the whirlpool bubbles died out, and my erection revealed itself. She looked at it for a few seconds and couldn’t suppress a smile. “You can stay here and get all hot and bothered if you like. I think I’ll go relax in my room, instead.”
She turned and walked back to her chair, picked up the key card–my key card–and swiveled toward the door. Whether she intended it or not, her ass wiggled enticingly at me as she headed out, and she only put the towel around her waist again when she was nearly out of my sight.
Yeah, she wanted me. She just couldn’t bring herself to say so on such a short acquaintance, was probably brought up as straight and proper as that pencil skirt she’d worn that morning.
I jumped out of the hot tub, dried off as quickly as I could, tied the towel around my waist to (barely) bind down my hard-on, and headed to the same elevator I knew she would.
Glanced at the numbers. She was already on her way up. Then it stopped at the third floor, presumably for another passenger. No choice but to take the stairs and hope there were more stops for her on the way.
By the seventh floor, I was a little winded, but brought it under control as I entered the hallway. Sure enough, there was 713 shoving my key card into her lock again and again and muttering useless curses at it.
Palming her key card out of my pocket, I walked quietly toward her–my room was on the other side of hers anyway–and smiled a greeting. “Problem?”
“Key card doesn’t work,” she replied tersely. “Obviously.”
I put my hands behind my back. “Perhaps I can help.”
“Sure,” she said, breathing hard with frustration. “Leave me alone, go down to the front desk and let them know what I need.”
“Oh, I already know what you need.” I stood behind her, our bodies almost touching. I took her key card out from behind my back and held it against the door frame by the lock. My other hand I held against the door, still not touching, but trapping her there. She looked at the key card I held, then at the one in her hand, and finally saw the subtle differences between them. Her eyes widened and her breathing changed slowly, still hard and deep, but no longer with frustration. “And it’s a good thing I’m here to give it to you.”
She brushed back her still-damp hair, and her head turned enough to see me. I knew she had noticed, like I already had, that the hallway was empty aside from the two of us. “You mean my key card, right?” A question she already knew the answer to.
“No,” I answered as I unlocked the door and let us both in at once. “I don’t mean that at all.”
The door closed behind me. I still held her key, and let her watch me put it back in my pocket. She took a step away from me; perhaps she didn’t realize it was also a step closer to her bed, perhaps she did. Her breathing had only quickened and deepened. “I’ll… I’ll give you all the money I have. Whatever you want to take.”
I stepped closer, eyes never leaving her face, but noticing at the edge of my vision every time her slick-suited chest rose and fell. It was the last thing I needed.
“I don’t want a single cent,” I said in a lowered voice as I closed the distance between us and removed the towel from her waist. “I want you.”
She made a grab for it before it fell, but before she could I took her hands in mine and held them firmly between our bodies. As our arms folded, I pressed my lips to hers and stole a kiss, deep and hard.
She squirmed, but didn’t struggle. I savored the feel of her breasts rising and falling against the back of my hands, wondering if her nipples were hard beneath that swimsuit. She knew was was coming, but her mind and her body were of different opinions about what to do about it. I intended to resolve the choice for her.
Quickly, still holding the forced kiss with her, I moved my hands to her back and held her close to me by the shoulders. Her now-freed fingers pushed at my chest, but it was only a token effort. Without letting her slip away from me, I slid my fingers under the straps of her swimsuit and lifted them from her shoulders. She gasped in genuine surprise, pulled back from the kiss and whimpered, “No, don’t,” but not nearly loudly enough to be heard outside the door.
“Why not?” I whispered in her ear as I pulled the straps down over her arms. “You want it as much as I do. You need it as much as I do.”
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A little more work, and her breasts were free of the suit. She didn’t bother trying to hide them as I pushed the suit down to her hips. Her hands were resting on my shoulders now, her eyes moving up and down my body. Her nipples were clearly hardening as her chest rose and fell, her breathing harder than ever. “No… I can’t… you… you might be… you might make me sick, you might make me p…. pregnant….”
She was brought up proper, I thought. A virgin? She was no stranger to the sight of naked men, at least. I could tell that much. “I won’t make you sick, and I won’t make you pregnant. I’ll just make you feel very… very… very good.” With each “very” my hands slid up and down her sides, fingers tickling her breasts at the top of each stroke, her ass at the bottom.
“I can’t… I… please… just go….” Her protests grew softer and less determined with each deep breath. “Just g… ohhh…..” was the last thing she said as I slowly rolled her erect nipples between each finger and thumb. Her eyes closed as I played with the tip of each large breast, her hands pulling gently on my shoulders for support.
“You see?” I whispered in her ear again. “Very… very… good.”
Gently I led her backwards until her legs reached the bed. At that touch, though, her eyes opened and met mine. “Wait… you’re going to… please… we can’t….”
“We will,” I replied without hesitation, and with one hand behind her back I lowered her onto the bed. Her swimsuit came off her hips with a little tug, and I tossed it toward the bathroom. My own towel had already fallen free somewhere between the door and the bed, so I had only to liberate myself–and my erection–from the swim trunks.
Her eyes locked onto my cock, and I let her enjoy the sight for a few seconds before making my way to the bed and positioning myself over her. Finally unable to see it, but very much able to feel it against her legs, her eyes returned to mine. “What… what are… you going… to do… next?”
“Everything,” I said, and I stole another kiss from her, lips and tongue together.
She couldn’t bring herself to return it, yet, but her body clearly enjoyed every touch and sensation I could give. I pressed myself against her, feeling her chest against my own, straddling her soft thighs with my own strong legs, letting my cock rub against her pussy without entering her, at once teasing her and telling her what was still to come.
My hands roamed her entire body, from her thighs up her hips, grabbing her ass before sliding up her belly to her breasts and shoulders and arms, and then down again in an unending cycle of erotic massage. I stole kisses from her lips, her cheeks, her chin, and her neck, before making my way up to her ear and, with a nibble, whispering, “Tell me that you want this.”
A faint whimper: “I don’t… I can’t… please….”
My hand stroked her breast, pinching her nipple just enough. “Yes, you do. Your body can’t get enough of this. Can’t get enough of me. You know it’s true. You know you want this.”
“I… ow, ohhh… I do… I want this… I want… you… but I can’t… mmmmmm,” and her protests were cut off with my lips. I kissed her deeply, my tongue seeking hers within her mouth.
“Yes, you can,” I said when I finally lifted myself from her lips. I rested my body on one arm as the other slid between our bodies, finding my cock damp with her juices. I guided it toward her pussy and let one finger stroke her clit as my head parted her lips. “And you will.”
I had to stop myself from coming as soon as I slid inside of her, but I think she actually did. Her eyes widened, her mouth gasped, and I let my full length enter her without any resistance. I savored the feeling of my entire shaft inside her warm cunt, her muscles squeezing around me, her body shivering in sudden carnal pleasure as she tried to breathe.
Finally she took a deep breath and, between shudders, slid her arms behind my shoulders and pulling me against her… toward her… into her. “You… I just… oh god… oh wow…” she stuttered the words with her eyes closed.
I smiled and watched her face. “I told you. Very… very… good,” and I gave my hips a slow out-and-in thrust. She gasped and shivered again. “Wait… give me a second… that was… that was….” The sentence trailed off.
“Your first time?” I asked, knowing full well it wasn’t.
“No… but… all the other guys… were….” Her eyes finally met mine again. “A lot smaller. You know? I’d used toys that were… as big as… yours, but….” She smiled, letting the meaning make itself clear. I’d not measured myself in a long time, and most guys measure it the wrong way, but I knew that if I wasn’t a full eight inches erect, then I was pretty close to it. One girlfriend of mine, a skinny bleach-blonde made-up thing, always complained it hurt when I went all the way inside of her. She was the last woman I ever fucked who was less than a size eight.
“Well,” I said as I hovered over her, thrusting very slowly in and out of her, “I hope now you’ll trust that I know best about these things.”
She took a deep breath and purred as she let herself feel every inch of me. “Mmmmm. Yes, you do.” Her eyes opened halfway. “Did you mean it when you said you couldn’t get me… you know?”
I pushed my hips a little harder in and out, never breaking my rhythm. This conversation was the only thing keeping me from climaxing, and wanted to feel her squeezing my naked cock for as long as possible. “Sick? Absolutely. Pregnant? Well… I admit I lied about that.” I slid my hands up under her arms and positioned them above her head. I gave her a wicked grin. “But don’t think that’s going to stop me.”
She barely hesitated. “I don’t care. God, I don’t care. I want to feel what it’s like when a man cums deep inside of me.” She licked her lips, took a deep breath. “I’ve been on the pill since I was seventeen. I don’t care. Just fuck me, you cocky rapist bastard,” she added with a naughty smirk that mirrored mine perfectly.
I did. Oh, but I did.
When I finally let myself come, I stayed inside of her and kissed and fondled her beneath me until I was hard enough to fuck her again. She sighed in pleasure as I pinned her wrists over her head and raped her again, letting her eyes watch every inch of my body. I took what I wanted from her, and she gave me everything she had. Every now and then she whimpered, “no… stop… you can’t…” and it didn’t take her long to realize that those words would make me harder and fuck her faster every time.
When it seemed like I might not make it to a second climax–just after she’d had her fourth–she wrapped her legs around mine and rolled until she was on top, still holding me inside. If she thought we were going to reverse roles, though, she changed her mind quickly when I grabbed her hips and pulled them back and forth. Watching her pelvis grind my cock, her clit stroking the length of my shaft over and over, was just as erotic as feeling it.
Then she leaned forward and I watched her tits swinging back and forth with each movement, and I was lost. My hands squeezed her breasts together, then separately, then guided them to my lips as we fucked without stopping. I devoured her nipples one after the other and savored the sounds of her delight until I felt myself close to cumming.
I laid back on the bed, eyes meeting hers for the first time since we changed positions and grabbed that ass that had been my obsession ever since that morning. It was soft and yielding, but her swimmer’s muscles tightened up at my touch and my erection felt her do the same inside her cunt. I ground my hips up against her as she did the same to me, giving her every last inch, feeling how full of my cock she really was.
I gasped and groaned as I raped her from below, fucking her without stopping until I came a second time, holding her hips down on top of my shaft. She shuddered and welcomed my cum into her cunt. I felt her squeeze her pussy around my shaft to get every last drop.
Finally I was too soft to stay there. She slowly collapsed onto the bed next to me and breathed deeply. I finally realized she’d come at the same time I had, and said so.
“Mmmmm,” she answered with a smile. “You really fucked the hell out of me. You know that, right?” She stretched and took my hand, putting it on her ass, and relaxed again. “God. I knew it was possible to cum four times in one night….”
“Five,” I corrected.
She smiled broadly. “Five times, in one night, but I never imagined I would.”
“Told you to trust me. I always know what’s best… at least in certain… subjects.”
“Mmm. Well, since my rapist never asked,” she said as she took a brief kiss from my lips, “my name’s Colleen, and you are welcome to instruct me any time you see fit.”
The End
Do Real Men Believe In Romance?
“He looked at her alabaster thighs glittering in the moonlight and felt his hardened cock lurch in his tight pants. He wanted to be buried between those thighs and sunk into her wetness as deep as he could go, but for now he would settle for a simple taste of the dew on the lips hidden beneath her lower soft, auburn colored hair. Bending his head…”
A clang and a deep booming voice broke into his thoughts and his own voice. “Ten o’clock gentleman, get your sorry asses in your bunks if you ain’t already there stroking that chicken, and if you are, you better stop, other wise you’ll be licking up your own dew before the night is over. And you Joker, you tell that hot little bitch you got on the outside to stop sending you those porno books.”
Joker had to protest just as he always did. “It’s not porn Captain, it’s a novel called “The Blushing Bride, it’s a novel set in old time England. My girl doesn’t read porno.” He was proud of Dani, she was the smartest woman he knew and she did more then lay around reading books like this all day. Dani is a lady…”
“Well, I’ve seen your lady and she is still the hottest looking bitch I have even seen, even if she is a little too plump for my usual tastes.” That came from a cell farther down the line and the laughter was good natured. “Hell, if she was my girl, I sure as hell wouldn’t be sitting in this damn cell, I would be on the outside bending my head for a simple taste of her dew.”
That produced more laughter and even the Captain chuckled as the lights went off in the cell block. “Good night gentlemen, and I use the term loosely. Get your selves some sleep, it’s still two days before any of you get a look at Joker’s fine lady or any other lady that comes for a visit. And in the case of some of you all, I do use the term loosely. Which is probably how all of you would describe what they got between their thighs.”
There was the usual rustle of men settling down for bed, but Joker Gates simply laid back on his bunk and put his hands behind his head. His cock was throbbing, but not from the sex scene, it was from the thought of Dani. He couldn’t help it, from day one, he had been hard for her.
Watching her walk down the street with his sister Candy. Her long golden brown hair swaying in the wind, and her 44 double D breasts moving in time to her loose hipped walk. He and the group of guys around him knew instantly that she was jailbait, just like his sister Candy was, but that didn’t stop any of them from drooling and wanting even just a taste of those hot looking tits. They were all human and though some folks might disagree, they were all reasonably clean.
The two girls stopped as they reached the bottom of the steps. “What did I tell you Dani, there they are, the Brood. Now, tell me true, ain’t they the ugliest group of men you ever did see?” Candy smiled as she spoke.
Dani looked at each one of them in turn, her smoky gray eyes lingering on Joker a fraction longer then the rest. “Oh they ain’t so bad Candy, I can think of worse.” She didn’t have the soft southern drawl that was so normal to his ears.
Tom stood up behind him and took a bow. “Thank you darlin’, nice to see a beautiful woman with some taste in this town at last. Now tell me you got an older sister who is just as hot and twice as horny as you, and I will be in love.”
Candy laughed. “Actually she’s got four. Dani’s older sister Kate just bought that old road house out on the old highway. She’s gonna fix it up in to a real club. Got a big settlement from her…what was it Dani, her third or fourth husband?”
“Fifth. Now that is a woman who is hot and horny. I pity the men around here once they all get going good. And poor little me, has to wait six more months before I can even think of finding out about the birds and bees.” She gave a sigh and Joker knew his wasn’t the only cock that lurched. “Well, maybe by the time my sisters get done, there will be one or two leftovers for us Candy.” They went on in the house giggling and Joker decided that for even a feel of her body, it would be worth it to spend six months living like a monk.
The girl didn’t make it easy on him. More then once he came home to find her sprawled on the living room floor with Candy and one or two of the other town gigglers and books scattered around them. More often then not Dani would be explaining something even he didn’t understand. He would find him listening to her voice and imagining all kinds of things as he looked at her full round bottom in a nice fitting pair of jeans or a tight little skirt. More then once too, he found himself sitting across from her at the dinner table.
His folks had taken a real liking for Dani. She was nice, she was quiet, and she was polite. He discovered her parents had been killed when she was thirteen and she had gone to live with her older sisters who seemed to travel in a pack. Her words about them being man hungry had turned out to be true, and he knew of more then one man in town who had found happiness in their arms. None of them were what anyone would call small, but damn if they didn’t have some looks and moves to go with them. They weren’t shy about letting a man know they were interested either. A lot of the local woman were already creating a drive to get them out of town, but it wasn’t working very well.
Not that he gave a damn about her sisters. Dani was all he could see day and night. He ached for her night and day and more then once he found himself so hard that he needed to jack off while at work or late at night. He could hardly wait until she was legal so he could do more then dream.
Dani seemed to feel the same way about him. He would catch her watching him when she thought no one was looking and the first time found the nerve to ask her out, she nodded shyly. “You’ll have to get past my sisters though. You being so much older then me and all.”
Joker didn’t consider his twenty-six years being so much older, but these days who knew. Used to be a man could find a woman and age didn’t matter, now if he looked at her or touched her wrong, he became marked as a sex offender and wore the tag for the rest of his life.
The night of the date, he showered, shaved, and made sure he looked his best before leaving the house. Even Candy looked shocked as he came down stairs in clean jeans, a crisp white shirt and sports jacket he had borrowed from his dad. His boots were high polished and you could smell the cologne he wore.
“Damn big brother, you look good.”
“Think I can get past her sisters?” He smiled as he checked his reflection.
“I would be more worried about them attacking your ass. Those women are sex happy, or so I hear…” His dad John grinned from his chair. “I know a few of my boys have been wearing a lot of smiles lately.” The Gates Construction company was one of the local companies Dani’s sister had hired to help with the remodeling.
“I’ve only met one of them, Lucy I think. She seems a nice lady, a little loud for my tastes I admit, but still not at all what some women say about her.” His mom Karen looked up from her novel. “And I can only say good things about Dani, not like some of them women you’ve dated in your time Joker.”
Joker nodded. “She is different mom, she’s beautiful, she’s smart, she’s all the things I been looking for and never knew it until I met her.” He heard the mantle clock chime the hour and grabbed his keys and ran out the door. “Later you all.”
Dani and her sisters lived in a big house at the edge of town. Like the roadhouse it was undergoing remodeling and as a tall, very well developed woman answered the bell, he saw her eyes move up and down his tall, slender but well build frame. Her tongue darted out to lick bright red lip that were full and lush and a sparkle entered her bright blue eyes.
“Well hello honey, and who might you be?” Her voice was husky but sexy at the same time and Joker saw what his dad had meant.
“I’m Joker Gates, I’m here to see Dani. We have a date tonight.”
The woman didn’t hide her disappointment. “She told me she had met a hunk but I was beginning to doubt there was such a thing in this town. I’m her sister Mattie. Come on in.”
He moved into the hall and as he did, he had the feeling that Mattie was checking out his ass. He knew he was too slender, but he had a good body and it was clear she approved.
“Down Mattie, he belong to little sister. We got to learn not to be selfish.” Another woman appeared at the foot of the stairs. She was just as beautiful as the other one, but more dignified somehow. She held out her hand and Joker took it. “I’m Kate. The oldest of this group of sluts. Dani will be down in a minute. Come on in the living room and have a seat while you wait.” She took his arm and led him into a room filled with fancy furniture and paintings that looked like something out of an erotic dream. All of them were of women who were large but just as beautiful as the women in real life and he had to admit that it was the look of the paintings that caught his attention more then the subject matter.
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Kate followed his eyes to the last painting. “Beautiful aren’t they, Dani painted them. She ’s the artistic one in the family. Mattie is the writer, and our other sister Anne is the musical one. Me, I have the brains for business and Lucy is the more material type. She runs the house. Such good taste too, give her a good look at furniture and she can tell you if it’s a Chippendale or a replica.”
As if on cue, another of the sisters appeared, bearing a tray of coffee, sugar, cream and a plate of what smelled like home baked cookies. Dressed less formal then the other two she smiled at him. “I also do windows. Hi, I’m Lucy.”
He shook her hand and they sat down with the coffee. He had the feeling of being a steak in the butcher shop, but Kate did her best to make him feel at ease. She wanted to know where they were going and when he would be bringing Dani home. She also told him that she was impressed with his dad’s business sense and how pleased she was with the work his company did.
“Of course, my second husband told me that when you hire some one to work for you, you hire the best. All your dad’s prior customers gave me nothing but glowing reports. So nice to meet an honest man and so careful in his work.”
Lucy mentioned the brief meeting with his mother and again nothing but praise. When she was finished, a voice floated down from the stair case. “Watch them Joker, when nothing but sugar comes out of their mouths, you know the vinegar won’t be far behind.” Dani came into the room and her eyes glittered with a mischievous glow. “Well, you’re still in one piece.”
“Didn’t you expect me to be?” He smiled as he stood up and walked over to her. She looked gorgeous. The well fitting top revealing the fine lines of her body and the flirty little skirt going well with her nylons and boots. “You look beautiful.”
“And you look gorgeous. But you didn’t have to get all dressed up for me, I like how you look even when you’ve just come in from work.” Still, she looked happy and that made him feel good.
“Is dinner at the café okay, then I thought we’d go see the movie they got going.”
“That sounds great. I think we should go though, before the other one comes down stairs and you don’t get out of here alive.”
He helped her on with her jacket and she took his arm as they went out the door. In the car, he looked at her one more time, and wished to god she was legal before turning the key.
“It’s okay Joker, I understand.”
“What do you understand?”
She gave a soft giggle. “About sex, and the human body. I can imagine how hard it was for you, all that candy and you couldn’t even get a lick.”
He understood. “Dani, honey, I’ll be honest. I took a vow of celibacy the day I first saw you, and until the day you turn eighteen, if I can’t keep my drive in low gear, then I ain’t the man I think I am.” He pulled up at a light and bent his head to hers. “I never been a gentleman, I admit it, and I will warn you, the day you turn eighteen, you better be ready for a wild man on your hands.”
Tilting her head to look at him, she gave him a quick kiss on his cheek. “I think I can handle it, and thank you.”
Over dinner they talked about her paintings and she admitted that each one was of one of her sisters, and one of their previous lovers. “I never minded seeing them together, but more then one of the guys was a little embarrassed having me paint him while he was with his woman. To me, it’s just art. I think the human body, regardless of it’s size is beautiful. It doesn’t matter if a woman is a size five or a size fifty. And the same goes for men.” A small blush crossed her face. “To be honest, I’d like to paint you.”
Joker was glad his mouth was empty. “Nude?”
“Yeah, you have a great body and terrific looks. Though I think I like you better when you’ve got a bit of five o’clock shadow. Would you Joker, would you let me paint you?”
He thought about it. “Sure, why not. Maybe some day I might end up in the Louver or some other famous place like that.”
“Or you might end up in my bedroom facing my bed so you’re the last thing I see at night and the first thing I see in the morning.”
Joker smiled. “I think I like that idea even better.”
He worked hard during the day. The auto shop where he worked was one of the most popular in the county, but it was nothing to being seated on a stool while he posed for Dani. She had him so he was turned slightly and his right arm down so his hand covered his crotch. At first he had been a little concerned about his constant state of arousal around her, but soon he found himself not caring. Her eyes glowed when she looked at him and he couldn’t help feeling a smug pride in her admiration.
It was different when her sisters came in to see how it was going which was more often then he felt comfortable with. He felt as if he was on display to hungry eyes and that at any moment he might find himself in a situation he knew other men would relish. Dani seemed to understand and finally told her sisters to stay away until she was done. It worked and she looked at him as she shook her head.
“They drive me crazy sometimes you know. I want you relaxed, not feeling like you’re about to be gang raped at any moment.”
“Most men wouldn’t care, even want it.”
“You aren’t most men Joker. I saw that the first day we met.” Her voice was soft. “Do you believe in romance Joker?”
Did he? He had never considered it before. He’d never written some girl a poem or brought her a rose. He had never taken anyone for a walk in the rain or spent the afternoon reading poetry to a gal. Still, he found himself thinking about her question for the next few days. Did real men believe in romance?
His dad was the first man he asked, he couldn’t think of a man who fit the description of being a he-man more then his dad. John Gates was the kind of man who worked out, worked hard, and played hard. He rode a motorcycle to and from work, spent evenings playing pool or watching foot ball with his friends. He smoked cigars when he played poker with buddies and just fit the image when the words “real man” came to mind.
His dad didn’t seem bothered when he asked him. “Romance huh, I suppose you mean poems and roses and all that stuff women like.”
“Well, yeah.”
John laughed. “How the hell do you think I got a fine woman like your mother to look at a big ape like me in the first place. I remember we had been going out and it was her birthday. Her sixteenth, and I made all these big plans about how we would celebrate. But something came up and all I could do was write her this silly poem and give her this big red rose I stole from your grandma’s garden. She cried all over me when it was over. Said I had given her the best present of all, and that she loved me beyond words. I felt like I was ten feet tall and I still do. You ever wonder what your mom and I do on our anniversary? I take her out to the best restaurant in Atlanta, then we go dancing. After that we check into the finest hotel and there is always a bottle of champagne and the biggest bouquet of red roses I can find. And attached to the champagne is a silly little poem that I spend the whole year before thinking about writing. So yeah, I believe in romance.”
Over the next few days Joker asked others and he was surprised how many of the so called “good old boys” believed in it. Even his boss Bubba Barnes, a man who spent his days telling dirty jokes and talking about women as if all of them were whores admitted that once in a while he liked to get dressed up and take his wife out dancing or to dinner somewhere, and he always gave her roses on her birthday. Red ones for each year they had been together and then a solid white one for the year ahead.
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“Once we even spent a night just curled up in front of the fire and I read her this poetry that made her cry.”
One of the other guys laughed. “That bad?”
Bubba shook his head. “No, it was some guy she had read in school and it was full of all this flowery talk and she said I made her so happy to have remembered that she just had to cry. Go figure.” He grinned. “We did have some hot, sweaty sex that night. So yeah, I believe in it, and it does come in handy at times.”
As the day of her birthday drew closer, he wondered what he could do for Dani that would be romantic. He was no poet, and he didn’t remember much from school that even seemed remotely close to what the older men had told him. He knew that he wanted to make love to her that night, and she had told him that she could hardly wait for them to do more then just kiss or hold each other.
So what the hell could he do? Sitting back on the couch, he picked up one of the supermarket novels his mom and sister read. It was a Saturday, and wet and rainy. His folks had taken Candy out shopping for some new shoes and some other things they needed. He looked at the picture on the front of the book and saw it was of a guy in old style dress nuzzling on the neck of a redhead with boobs that looked ready to fall out of her low cut, southern belle sort of dress. His hand was on a bare thigh and you just knew from the look on the gal’s face that she was waiting for him to move it higher.
The title was “Lover or Husband?” Flipping it over, he looked at the description on the back. “Lovely Savannah Houston was faced with a difficult choice. Did she forgo the more acceptable idea of marriage to the rich and powerful Brody Martin, to spend her life with her more romantic and handsome lover Brent Hastings. Or will Brody show her that even a man like him could be romantic when it came to a woman he loved?” On the back along with the words showed a man standing in front of a stately plantation, dressed to the teeth in pre-civil war style and even Joker knew this was a real man. At least the most acceptable version of it.
Without thinking, he opened the book and began to read. Soon he began to become involved with Savannah’s hard choice and found himself torn between the two men himself. Brent was softer, more educated and less involved in the steamier side of life then Brody, but Brody had his own side too. It was clear he loved Savannah and would do what ever he could to make her his.
The first sex scene in chapter ten made him wonder what his mom was doing letting Candy read this trash, but gave him such a hard on that he and the book soon retreated to the privacy of his bedroom. Soon he was lost in his own fantasies and when he came it was with a force he hadn’t expected. He had tried not to picture Dani in the place of Savannah but it was so hard. Finally he was able to focus on the picture on the cover but he knew that deep in his heart it was Dani he wanted.
There were more sex scenes and by the he finished the book it was late at night and Candy was going crazy searching the house for the book. “I can’t find it anywhere mom, and I just have to know if Savannah chooses Brody or Brent. I’ll just die if I don’t find out before I have to take it to school on Monday.”
Making sure he got up early the next morning, he planted the book deep inside the back of the couch, then miraculously found it after they came home from church. Candy thanked him profusely then ran up to her room to read. He was sorely tempted to follow her and tell her who Savannah chose, but decided not to be so cruel.
Having nothing to do himself, he called Dani and they agreed to meet at the mall. He used the excuse of wanting to find out what she wanted for her birthday, but knew they would end up in the bookshop, and he was interested in what she liked to read. Not that he was surprised when she headed for the romance novels. “What is it you women see in those? I mean Candy threw a fit last night because she couldn’t find the one she was reading. I finally found it stuffed in the couch this morning.”
Dani looked at him. “Have you ever read one?”
“No, of course not.”
Her eyes smiled. “Then don’t knock it until you read it. Some of them are really well written and besides some of the sex scenes can get pretty steamy. Of course I think they are, a guy like you with real experience might disagree.”
He shrugged. Seeming not to care. “So, okay, they have steamy sex in your view, but do they have any action, a plot?”
“Of course they do.” She picked one up and showed him the cover. A shapely blonde with a low cut dress and a gun stood in a doorway. “This one, the gal is a spy, and she’s in love with the man she was sent to spy on. He catches her, and…well, you’d have to read it to find out what happened. I haven’t been able to get it away from Anne long enough to finish it.” There were others and he went ahead and grabbed a couple of them, including the one of the female spy. At her curious look, he grinned.
“I’ll check it out, but odd are you’ll end up with it so don’t worry about Anne’s copy.”
He read the first one the first night and when he saw Dani after school the next day he tossed her at it. “Here ya go…”
“What did you think?”
He shrugged. “Not bad, I don’t know how it ends though…I only got through the first couple chapters.” It was a lie, he had read it all, and some of it twice. He saw her arch an eyebrow but said nothing.
Her sisters had agreed that the best opening of the club would be on the night of Dani’s birthday. The entire town was invited, and out of deference to those with children, no booze was served. They made up for it by serving food prepared by the finest caters in Atlanta and the music was so varied that whatever your taste, you found a song you could dance to. As the night wore on and children went home, things did get a little more rowdy. At midnight, a giant cake was wheeled in and Kate took the microphone from the band leader.
“Dani honey, it’s hard to think of my little sister being eighteen, and I know mom and dad are looking down on this and beaming with pride. In a few weeks you’d graduate from high school, and you have the best looking man in town looking at you with love in his eyes. But me and the rest, well you know us, and we had to do something a little bit out of the norm for you tonight. Joker, I hope you’ll forgive us for what we are about to do. And gentlemen, I strongly suggest you hold on tight to the lady you came with because without further delay, I introduce you to Buck and Snake!”
The music came back on and the whole room gasped in surprise as two men came out of the cake. One dressed in a cowboy out fit and the other in biker leather. Joker had no doubt that they were male strippers and it was clear that the object of their vision was Dani. For almost an half hour he watched as they did everything but get on their knees and bare their cocks to her. Then he watched as Buck drew her up and the two began to dance around her. He was ready to do some punching when it dawned on him she was gone and the men were still dancing.
“What the fuck!”
He saw Kate over at the end of the stage and pushed his way over to where she stood. Her eyes were on the men but she smiled at him. “Relax lover, we had to get her out of here somehow. She’s on her way back to the house with Anne. Get going .”
He went out through the kitchen and was at the house within minutes. Anne greeted him at the door and pulled on her jacket. “She up in her room. We’re taking off for the night, so enjoy.” She started to leave, then turned to look at him. “Be nice to her Joker, and be gentle.”
He nodded. “I will Anne and thank you.”
He went up stairs and found Dani in her room. She was smelling the roses he had arranged to have delivered while they were at the club and the champagne was chilling. He did notice that she had slipped out of the dress she had been wearing and was dressed only in the white bustier, panties and garter belt that Kate had given her as a pre-birthday present. He had been lucky enough to see them when she had tried them on to check for size. The long white nylons hugged her thighs and she still had her shoes on.
“You are the hottest woman I have ever met.”
She turned and walked up to him. “I was going to leave on my dress, but Anne said it was sexier for me to greet you like this.”
“Anne would know. And I totally agree with her. Much, much sexier.” He drew her to him and found her lips with his. They had kissed before but now he let his hunger for her out. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he felt his cock spring to life as he sucked on her tongue and caressed her bottom. “Oh baby, so sweet and soft. I love how you feel.” He rubbed his bulging jeans against her crotch and she rubbed back. “Six months, I’ve never gone six months with out a woman before, but you are so worth it. You want some champagne?”
She shook her head. “Lets save it for my twenty first birthday. We’ll take a bath in it.”
He chuckled. “Hmm, it’s a date. But for now, you been unwrapping presents, how about I unwrap one?” He ran his hand over the front of the bustier and pulled at one velvet ribbon. It came untied and he opened it slowly. Bending his head, he kissed and licked the tops of her breasts, giving them soft nips and when her breasts were free, he began to lick and suck her nipples until they were hard as the red Georgia clay in summer.
Dani moaned above his head and he drew away long enough to take her to the bed. The red and black, velvet and silk bed covering contrasted with her skin and he worked himself out of his jacket and began to unbutton his shirt. “I’m no stripper darlin’, but I can take it as slow or as fast as you like.”
She licked her lips. “Oh, slow please sir, I love the look of your body.”
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His eyes went to the painting across the room. “Hmm, I can tell. And some time you can tell me what you did all these nights that I been hanging there.”
“I’d much rather show you. But tonight I want to see you.”
Joker nodded, “you got me baby, and I promise to make this a birthday you will never forget.”
His shirt hit the floor and he sat down long enough to pull off his boots, and socks. Standing back up, he unbuttoned his jeans one button at a time bending down between buttons to kiss her deeply or nibble at her sweet nipples. More then once he let his fingers slip between her legs, stroking at the panties that were getting wetter and wetter. The last button remained as he slipped his hand inside the waist band and let his finger move up and down her slit several times, feeling her hard clit jump each time.
“Oh Joker, yes. So nice.”
He pushed his jean off and his hard cock sprang out toward her. He was in no hurry though. Another night he might have been, but his constant jacking off to the books had taken the edge off for him and now he was ready for her. Laying beside her, he drew her to him and began to take long, loving kisses from her mouth while his hand explored her body fully.
This time when he slipped his hand inside her panties, he used his fingers to spread her lower lips and teased her clit even more. He was hungry for her taste, but his mouth hungered for the nipples that winked at him in the soft light of her lamp and he pressed his hard cock against her hip and rubbed it against her soft skin.
“So sweet honey, you make me glad I’m a guy. Even if I was a woman, I think I would be hot for you. I’d be playing with my pussy everyday thinking of how you look and feel.”
“Would you really?” She asked him in that soft voice of hers. “You can play with mine instead Joker, because I am glad you’re all man.”
With a groan, he found her moist hole and used one finger to enter her. “Tight baby, so fucking tight.” As he moved in farther he found her hymen and kissed her hard as he pressed in past it. It ripped under his invasion and she tensed from the pain, but soon he felt her relax and her hips began to match his finger’s motion. Soon she was moaning and he put his lips beside ear.
“That’s it honey, let it build. Let your body go with my finger and get ready to feel the world explode. I want to feel you cum this way, because once you do, I intend to lick it all up and beg you for more.” His thumb stroked her clit and he groaned in her ear. “That’s it baby, your clit is so hard, and your pussy is so wet. Cum for me baby, cum for your man. Think of me between your legs, sucking all that sweet cream up and licking you dry. Cum Dani, I want to feel you cum. Cum baby, cum.” The words became a chant as his finger moved in and out of her faster and harder.
She hit the peak and her cry was one of pure pleasure. “Oh my god, Joker, it’s here. Oh yes, I’m cumming, so good so wonderful. Never knew…oh my god!!!!!” She bucked against him harder and sudden went limp. Turning her head, she kissed him long and hard and moved her hand down to his cock. “Oh god, he feels so good, I can’t wait until you’re in me.”
“Soon baby but first.” He moved down to remove each of her shoes and unhooked the nylons slowly. As he did, he ran his mouth along the soft skin of her leg and repeated it on the others.
When she was free of them, he bent his head to inhale her musky scent and run his mouth over the soaking crotch of her panties. He loved her taste. He felt his hunger grow even more and knew he couldn’t wait. Pushing aside the crotch, he ran his tongue up and down her slit and fastened his lips on the small bud that was her clit. God, this more then made up for the last six months and his cock throbbed to be rammed deep inside her. He gave the pleasure to his fingers again and soon she was cumming over and over.
“That’s it baby, give me the cream. I want your cream. Give it to me honey, more and more.” He was begging her just as he said he would and finally, it was Dani who pushed him away and onto his back.
He started to protest but heard it die away as her fingers encircled his cock and she began to lick his length. At the head, she flicked her tongue as he had flicked his at her nipples and clit and at the same time she began to caress his balls. He wanted to tell her to stop, that he would cum if she didn’t, but he couldn’t do it. Especially when she took him into her mouth and her lips locked around him.
“Dani, oh god baby, no, not what…”
She interrupted him. “No, but it’s what I want, so just lay back and enjoy. You have all night to fuck me Joker, I want to suck you off. And it is my birthday.”
She was right and he gave up to her mouth. “Suck me baby, you’re right, we got all night and it is your birthday.”
Not that he lasted very long. Her mouth was too soft, too good for him to last long. As he got closer, he wondered if he should pull out or if she would swallow his cum. Finally he had to ask. “I’m getting close Dani, should I pull him out, or…”
Her words were garbled, but he understood. “Don’t you dare pull out, I want to taste you all the way down my throat.”
That was all he needed to know. “Then get ready love, because I am going to cum…oh my sweet baby, get ready for a hot load for you.” He pumped harder and as he felt the first spurt, he gripped her head. “Here it is baby, you wanted my cum. Swallow me baby, swallow all my hot cum that has been just waiting for you!!!!!!!!!!”
She kept sucking until he was dry and even then she was reluctant to let him escape her lips. He pulled out with a pop, and pulled her up on his shoulder.
“Did I do okay for my first blow job Joker? I been practicing with different kinds of fruit and veggies. Anne was getting mad because she didn’t know where they were going. When she found out, she threw a brand new vibrator at me and told me to practice on it.”
He had to laugh at that. “You been practicing with just your mouth honey?”
She nodded. “Of course, I wanted to be a virgin for you. It was important for me.”
Joker rolled onto his side and nodded. “I was glad you are. It makes me feel even more special to you. As special as you are to me love.” He stroked her face and let his body recharge as they kissed and caressed each other. He also found himself curious about something. “Anne really gave you a vibrator?”
She giggled. “Yeah, want to see it?”
“Yeah, I want to see what a gal gives her underage sister to practice sucking her boyfriend with.”
Looking in her night stand drawer, she finally drew out a well endowed jell replica of a cock and he was surprised to see it had balls attached. There was also a small little protrusion that looked like a finger on either side of it. He could see where it would give her some practical experience but he was curious about the two finger attachments.
“What’s with the fingers?”
“Well, the one is for clit stimulation and the other is slide up your ass if you’re into that. It also vibrates and rotates.” She flipped it on and he watched in fascination as it moved. “Even if I hadn’t wanted you so bad, I don’t think I would have used it on myself without help. It looks huge to me. Do you think it would even fit inside of me right now?”
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