Deb’s Vacation
My girlfriend’s name is Deb. She is a 19-year-old college student who goes to school somewhere warm. She is about 5'5", 115lbs, with a perfectly formed A-cup chest, then a trim athletic body that runs down a breathtaking ass and a pair of legs that any man would kill to touch. Enchanting green eyes framed by her long brown hair compliment a face that seems innocent until she smiles her impish grin. I met Deb very randomly through the Internet one day, and my life hasn’t been the same since.
She had her Spring Break from college; she came to stay with me where I live, somewhere much colder. She wore this little short skirt and a tight tank top in the airport, no underwear of course, because I forgot to mention. Deb is my little slut. She is also a bit of an exhibitionist. She loves to see the reaction of men as she walks by, swinging her ass barely covered by her skirt. So by the time she arrived at the airport she is glowing, telling me about how many men wanted her, how she teased them. And by glowing, I mean absolutely soaked. Almost running down her leg.
I live about 45 minutes from the airport, but Deb can’t wait that long. She is begging me, almost as soon as we get in the car, to fuck her. Or let her fuck herself (she carried a large purple dildo through security). We are barely out of the parking lot before she has one foot up on the dash, the other in my lap, rubbing her clit for me, sticking a finger in, sucking the juices off. So I tell her that she has to wait, but while she waits she can put something in her mouth to relive her oral fixation. No sooner that I utter the words; she is bent over the seat unbuckling my belt. Such a good little slut.
As soon as my dick is out she starts to tease me. Stroking my cock with her soft hands, breathing warm air onto it. Making me arch for the warmth of her mouth, keeping me just out of reach. Then, just as I can’t take anymore and am about to crash the car, she plunges down onto me. Taking my meat into her mouth as deep as she can, pushing it past her tonsils as she gags on it. She comes up for breath, gasping, telling her master how much she missed his cock. Then it’s back onto the dick. She sucks relentlessly, with a lustful hunger. Bringing me just to the point of cumming, then stopping and laughing at my frustration. She knows I won’t make it long before I pull over and take it out on her.
And she’s right. I make about 25 minutes before I can’t take it anymore. I have a slut sucking my dick, now I’m going to fuck her. I pull off the highway onto a secluded construction site I know, the road that leads into it takes a sharp turn into a thickly wooded area. Stop the car on the side of this small road right before the asphalt turns to gravel, and I get out of the car, still hanging out of my jeans. She follows me, around to the front of the car, and down onto her knees she goes. Now she can use her full repertoire of cocksucking skills. She licks my shaft from the base all the way up to the tip, making sure to pause at the one spot just underneath the head. Her legs are spread, hand furiously playing with her slit as she looks up at me. I grab her by the arm and lift her up; I turn her around until she is facing the hood of the car and roughly push her onto it. She spreads her legs like a good slut, and now it’s my turn to tease her. I slowly rub the head of my cock up and down her soaking cunt. Playing a little game with her, just the tip. She moans and begs me to fuck her, begs me to slam into her and ravage her. But I restrain myself for just a bit longer, making her beg and loving the lust that’s in her eyes looking back at me. Then, when I can tell she’s desperate, I slowly sink into her, letting her feel all of my nine inches sliding into her. Relishing the feeling of her tight pussy pulling me in, embracing me as hungrily as her other set of lips had moments before. When I am fully in, I wait. Letting her cunt adjust to my girth, then when she starts wiggling, the animal of lust in me takes over.
And I begin to fuck that little slut senseless. At first it’s slow and methodical, but eventually builds, and builds, and builds into a crescendo of her cries of passion, my breath coming in gasps, and my balls slapping against her clit. The symphony reaches its peak as she pushes back against me and I feel her tighten around me as she aches her head back in a mind-blowing orgasm. Seeing that perfect ass ached back and the feeling of her pussy quivering around my cock sends me over the edge and I shout as I grab tightly onto her hips and shoot my hot cum deep inside her.
As we both just say put, me standing, barely, behind her, and she slumped onto the hood, I realize that we have a small audience. Two construction workers who apparently were in the middle of closing the site are standing about 25 feet to my left. Both of them sporting hard erections, which they are busy stroking. Deb and I just look at them for a minute, before I lean down and whisper in Deb’s ear. She looks back at me with wide eyes, but obeys.
I slide out of her, a massive load of cum plopping out onto the ground and running down her legs as she moves over to the two men. “She’d like to suck you two off”, I say to the startled men, “she loves the feel of cum on her face.” With that, and no other words, Deb drops to her knees in front of the two men, and starts to suck. She alternates from one to the other, stroking the one she doesn’t have in her mouth. With this 19 year old slut sucking their cocks, and the show they witnessed earlier, it doesn’t take long for the first man on Deb’s right to cum, she opens her mouth and puts her head in the right position as he cums and shoots his first spurt over her face into her hair, and the rest landing on her cheek and in her mouth as she cleans him up. Seeing his buddy cum all over the green eyed slut in front of him sets the guy on the left over the edge, he lets out a moan as his cum joins his friend’s in forming a pool on my slut’s face. When she has cleaned them both off, they zip up and return to the construction site as silently as they came.
Deb turns around toward me, face dripping with cum, cum still running from her pussy, and smiles. I tell her to come here and clean off my cock. She gets up and obeys, using my cock to push the remnants of the stranger’s cum into her mouth, before completely cleaning me off. With that, I zip up and we get back in the car to head to my apartment where a solid week of fun and sex are about to begin. Or rather, continue, and the beginning was as memorable as they come…
The End
Highly Sexual
I looked over at my brother through the haze of cigarette and pot smoke that hung thickly in the air. His glassy eyes looked through me and then focused, and he offered a goofy grin. I smiled and got up and walked over to him, flopping down on the cozy, beat up sofa beside him. He put his arm around me and I leaned into him.
“We should get high more often…this night was the best,” he said.
He began to twirl a stray strand of my long dark hair as he talked. He had always loved hair…to the point of collecting it from brushes when he was three so he would always have someone’s hair available to play with. Weird little kid.
“It was the best. It was one of those…’the stars were perfectly aligned’ kinda nights…” I giggled.
I felt his chest rumble with a deep chuckle as he answered me. “Mmm…stars don’t align often, Sis.”
“Exactly. That’s why we can’t get high all the time,” I mused. “I like what you came up with tonight…you’ve got a couple of great songs to work with here,” I passed the joint to him as we talked.
“Eh…I’ll see how it sounds when I’m sober,” he giggled…puff, pass.
“You…you giggle like a girl…when you’re stoned,” I taunted…puff, pass.
He hit me in the shoulder, “Shut up! You may be my big sister, but I’m bigger than you and can kick your ass.” Puff…pass.
“Yeah, yeah. What time is Amy coming over?” I asked, then put the joint out.
“Later. Dunno. Hour maybe. You stayin?”
“For a while,” I reached over and cranked up the stereo. Tyler lit a cigarette and we began to pass that instead of the joint.
I don’t know how long we sat there…couldn’t even venture a guess. It had been ages since I had gotten high and I relished the experience of closing my eyes and spinning into oblivion. The music washed over me and then flowed through me. It was almost as if it was cleansing my soul…and I found my thoughts riding the music. They wandered around in my head not quite forming coherent thoughts yet making perfect sense. And in the midst of that, I remembered what I missed most about not getting high anymore. It was this moment…when my thoughts were tumbling out of control and all I could do was feel the music…that moment when I experienced perfect clarity.
Maybe it was just a natural progression of thoughts. Maybe it was feeling him warm and solid beside me. Maybe it was the feel of my hair being twirled around and around. Maybe it was because I hadn’t been laid in weeks…I really don’t know. But, in the next few minutes a taunting conversation began an instant replay in my mind.
It all began with a phone conversation earlier in the day.
“Well, it looks like an incest kinda night,” David laughed into the phone.
“Are you kidding me? I thought that cousin thing was a one time deal. Besides, doesn’t she live out of town?” He never ceased to amaze me with his sexual escapades.
“Well, it WAS a one time thing til she came back for spring break…what can I say, she can’t get enough of me.” Ahhh, the gloating begins.
“Yeah, well…have a great time and spare me the details… well, unless it’s too hot to keep to yourself,” I laughed.
“No details for you…I can hear the condemnation in your voice. You think I’m sick,” he tried to sound hurt.
“I’ve always thought you were sick, Dave. It has nothing to do with your incest laden habits.”
“You wouldn’t do it?” he asked, almost sounding incredulous.
“What? Screw your hot cousin? Sure, hon, bring her on,” I chuckled into the phone.
“No, not her. Well, maybe sometime, that would be hot….you would do that? But no, stop changing the subject. I mean one of YOUR cousins…or an uncle. Hell, your brother?” he sounded hopeful.
“Umm…no. Can’t say I have a burning desire to seduce my brother.”
“Well, fine. But you don’t know what you’re missing. But seriously, Sam, aren’t you meeting Tyler tonight? I saw him earlier and happen to know he’s holding a major stash.”
“So? It’s probably for tonight…I’m helping him with the lyrics on a couple of songs.” Tyler had asked me if I would get high with him if he had the goods. He didn’t like being high alone. Hell, who does?
“That’s right,” Dave said smugly. “Tonight. You. Brother. Stoned. Incest. C’mon, Sam…go for it!”
I rolled my eyes. “Have fun, Dave.” I hung up on him.
But not before I heard him. “I dare ya, Sammie.”
Bastard.
It was the echo of David’s dare, and the word “bastard” that was rolling around in my head when I began to ponder the idea. Not consciously, of course…but in the way that when you’re stoned, things become so very profound.
Tyler held his cigarette over for me to take. I leaned over and took a hit without taking it from his hand. As I leaned forward, I felt him tug on my hair pulling me back down. “I’m comfortable, Sis. Don’t move.”
Don’t move…don’t move…don’t move…around and around in my head. I closed my eyes feeling him twirl my hair. Every ounce of my being became wrapped up in the sensation of my hair twirling around his finger. With every soft tug, I felt a thousand tingles radiate from that spot on my scalp and run down my spine…all over my body. And, the longer this went on…ten seconds…ten minutes…I don’t know…but, the longer it went on, the more aware I became of an ache growing between my legs.
Slowly, I became aware of my hand on his knee, rubbing gently. I held my breath trying to gauge his reaction. I heard him sigh and felt him relax further into the sofa. I saw the cigarette teeter in his hand and reached for it, taking one last puff then putting it out in an ashtray beside me. Still, my hand slowly massaged over his knee. Then I began to slowly move up his thigh, my hand slipping under his shorts. I felt the coarse hair on his thigh, and the ache in my pussy throbbed.
As my hand worked over my little brother’s thigh, I heard him moan softly and sink back into the sofa, relaxing even further. I chanced a peak at him as I sensed his breathing becoming deeper. He was dozing peacefully, a half grin painted on his face. I guess it was somewhere in that moment that I decided this was ok. I don’t remember making a conscious decision…it just suddenly seemed like the only course of action. In that moment, he was so utterly male…hot and solid beneath me. And I had to have him.
In one motion, I turned and dropped to my knees between his legs. My hair, being as long as it was, stayed with Tyler as I began to lift his shirt, dropping kisses on his firm abdomen. As his nipples came into view, I sucked the hard pebbles into my mouth, bathing them with my tongue, and then nipping softly at them…first one, then the other. He moaned softly as my fingers began to work on the buttons of his pants. I felt his hands wrap up in my hair as I continued feathering kisses down on him. I let my tongue dip into his navel as I began to work his shorts and boxers down over his hips. I felt him lift his hips to help me and looked up into his face. His grin was replaced by a look of concentration…his eyes still closed…his chest rising more quickly.
I grinned wickedly as his cock came into view. Little brother was packing, and I never even knew it. He was becoming more and more rigid before my eyes…his cock a good eight inches long, the head red and swollen with a dollop of precum sitting at the tip. I wrapped my hand around his shaft…god, it was thick…and tentatively let my tongue scoop that drop of precum from the tip of his cock. He moaned and I realized in that moment that I had gone too far to turn back…everything in my head was buzzing, alive with the tangible static of being high.
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With that realization, I lowered my head onto his cock, taking all of him all the way down in one swoop. He groaned and I felt his hands tighten up in my hair.
“Oh, God…Amy, that’s so fucking hot,” he moaned.
Looking up at him, I could see his head fallen back against the back of the sofa, his eyes closed, his chest rising…I slowly began to suck at his cock and move my head back off of him. His cock head popped from my mouth, the sound it made echoing in my head.
“Not Amy, little brother…Sammie,” I said softly.
Quickly his eyes flew open, then widened as he registered me on my knees in front of him. His mouth hung open in an exaggerated O and he held his breath.
“Holy FUCK, Sam…what are you doing? You can’t…Stop! Oh, oh God…” his protests turned into a long moan as I dipped my head back down on his shaft, taking him all the way down in my throat again.
As I worked my head slowly up his shaft, my tongue worked over all the veins I could feel pulsing under it. I left the head of his cock in my mouth, swirling my tongue over it as my hand began to stroke him. I felt Tyler’s hands wrapped up in my hair, his fists tight. I began to bob my head up and down his long shaft. With each bob of my head, I increased the suction on his cock and took a little more of him into my mouth. In just a couple of strokes, I could feel little brother’s hands on my head…guiding me up and down on his thick shaft…my hot and wet mouth working over him. And a few strokes after that, I could feel his hips beginning to lift from the sofa as he started to fuck my face.
“Fuck, Sis…this is so wrong. So dirty…ahhh, fuck!” I could hear Tyler begin to talk to me, inflaming my pussy. “Your mouth is so fucking hot, Sis. God, Sam…what are you thinking? You wanna fuck your brother? Is that what you want, you naughty little girl?”
I moaned my response around his thick cock, the vibrations running through him. The more he talked, the dirtier he got. His words hung in my head, swirling there, spurring me on as I sucked and licked over his cock. My pussy was on fire. I felt like it was going to burn me up. I could feel it flooding, soaking my panties through.
“I can smell your hot snatch, Sis,” his voice was deep, gravelly. And as it penetrated my consciousness, I knew he was right.
I could smell my arousal wafting up from my hot pussy. I reached a hand down between my legs and rubbed my fingers over my panty clad pussy, then inside my panties, eliciting a moan from deep within my throat. I returned my hand, wet with my juices back to his hard cock. I began to stroke his cock, letting my tongue trail down to his balls. I let my tongue bathe his heavy sac, gently sucking one and then the other ball into my mouth. I could hear him groaning with pleasure and as I suckled at his balls, I felt his weight shift. He lay down on the sofa and I felt his big strong hands wrap around my waist, pulling my hips to his awaiting mouth, flipping my skirt up over my ass.
“Oh God, Tyler,” I gasped as I felt his fingers brush the lips of my pussy, moving my panties over to the side.
The first slip of his tongue, moving up and down my wet slit sent my head spinning and my senses into overload. I dove back down on his hard cock, sucking it with a renewed vengeance. I couldn’t contain my groans and moans as Tyler expertly swirled his tongue around my clit, sucking it into his mouth, nibbling on it deliciously. I could feel him grunting and moaning into my pussy as his hips thrust harder and faster into my awaiting mouth. I ground my pussy into Tyler’s face, feeling an exquisite orgasm beginning to build. I pulled my mouth off his hard cock.
“Oh God, Tyler…I’m gonna cum….Oh God, yes, yes, yes…make me cum little brother, suck my pussy,” I began to ramble, fucking my hot pussy into his face. His thick fingers began to thrust into my pussy and that was all it took. I threw my head back, screaming out my release, my thighs quivering around Tyler’s head as he licked and sucked up the juices flowing into his mouth.
Before I fully recovered from the sensations pulsing through my body, I heard a primal animalistic growl escape Tyler. I felt him pick me up and thrust me down his body as he sat up. Then he pushed me over the arm of the sofa and settled on his knees behind me. I looked at him over my shoulder and gasped at what I saw. This was not my little brother…this was a man. A man with lust filled eyes and a hard, intent expression on his face. This was a man on the prowl.
I felt his hands on my ass kneading my cheeks then spreading them wide so he could stare at my pussy. I shuddered as I pictured what he was seeing…my shaved pussy, wet and glistening with my arousal, lips swollen and red with desire. He looked up at me then, sharply…making eye contact that seared through me. Very deliberately, he raised his hand and let it come falling hard on my ass, the sound reverberating through the room and swimming in my head. The pain was sharp and hard and I gasped as it rushed over me.
“Ah, sis…what have you started?” he asked, his voice strained. I dropped my head to the arm of the sofa, groaning again as his hand crashed against my other ass cheek. “You know you deserve a spanking, sis…you know only the naughtiest little girl would take their brother’s hot cock in their mouth like you did,” his words were deep and rasping, tightly controlled and making me so very wet. They were penetrating my mind and seemed to caress over my body.
“Fuck me,” I whispered.
“What?” Tyler asked.
I turned and looked at him over my shoulder. “You heard me, lil brother. Fuck me.”
“Beg me,” he demanded, slowly dragging his hard cock up and down my sopping lips. I thrust my hips back trying to capture his cock, but he kept it out of reach.
“Tyler…I need to be fucked…please,” I was panting with need.
“Just remember you asked for it little sister,” and with that, Tyler grabbed my hips and sank his thick cock into my hot snatch taking my breath away.
He leaned forward and wrapped his hand up in my hair, then pushed my head into the sofa as he began to beat into me with a brutal force. I was so full of cock I could hardly breathe as he pounded into me. I could feel every inch of him stretching me out, hitting every place inside me. I thrust my hips back at him harder. I could hear our bodies slapping together and the slurping wetness of my pussy. I remember becoming aware of the fact that my brother was fucking me senseless, taking my breath away with every stroke…and felt my pussy flood with that realization. His hand untangled from my hair and then fell on my ass. His hands grabbed my hips, pulling me into him harder.
“Oh God, Tyler…fuck me…fuck me…YES, right there,” I could hear myself begging him for it. It spurred him on. He fucked me so hard it almost hurt…his fingers digging into my hips, leaving his finger prints there.
“You’re a hot lil slut, Sammie…so fuckin hot…you want your brother’s cum, sis? You want to feel this hot spunk all over your ass?” he was panting now. I felt him reach around me and start to strum my clit as he talked to me. I began to tense up and spasm, feeling my orgasm hit without warning, crashing into me.
“YES! I want it…please…cum for me,” I could feel my cheeks wet with my tears as I begged for my little brother’s cum. Feeling my pussy clench at his cock was all it took. I heard Tyler grunt and groan as he pulled out of my hot snatch. Then I felt his cum raining down all over my ass.
As I started to come down from the orgasm I was lost in, I found myself lying over the arm of the sofa. I slowly became aware of my brother’s hands massaging my ass cheeks…rubbing his cum into them. I slowly sat up, turned and sat down on the sofa, looking intently at my brother. His breathing was slowing, his chest glistening with sweat. We stared at each other and then slowly began to grin. He shook his head, his grin broadening.
“I don’t know what the hell got into you, Sammie,” he chuckled softly. He reached over then and grabbed a half smoked joint from the table, lit it, and took a long and satisfying drag off of it. He slowly blew the smoke out of his lungs, and then passed the joint to me. “I think we could definitely use some of this,” he winked.
I took a long drag from the joint, smiling. I caught sight of something over Tyler’s shoulder then, and felt my stomach turn over. Returning my eyes to Tyler’s I nodded over to the door. His eyes widened in shock before he turned around, realizing what I already knew. Slowly, we both looked at the door…at Amy, standing there all alone.
The End
Good Night And Sweet Dreams
Noises in the Night
THUMP… THUMP… THUMP AH! THUMP AH! THUMP OH! THUMP YES! GOD! HARDER! HARDER!… Emma lay in her own bed wondering when it would stop. Her flatmate Chad and his girlfriend Chrissie certainly knew how to make noise, and they did it, night after night, until the walls shook and the whole flat seemed to be screaming with them in their final climax. When Emma and her ex had last had sex – must have been at least two years ago – she had, as always, been made no more sound than a couple of gasps, the odd “oh, please, more” to keep him going; she didn’t understand how they could be so… into it.
Then one day, the noises stopped. Chad was devastated for weeks, shut in his room not wanting to talk to anyone, watching the window to see if Chrissie would come back. Emma was upset too, wishing she’d never willed an end to their noises, Chad had always been a really good friend to her, all through her ex leaving, and the financial difficulties that had taken her out of her pretty little apartment and into flat sharing again. She made sure he ate, brewed endless cups of tea, and made sure he knew that when he was ready to show his face again she’d be there, any time he wanted to talk.
Finally she came home from work one day to find Chad, showered, shaved and dressed in a cream jumper and charcoal grey jeans, hunched in a chair at the kitchen table over the stripy mug she always left waiting with tea bag, and sugar. She gave him a quick hug, and left him to gather his thoughts while she dumped her stuff on her bed and shrugged of her chocolate coloured suit jacket, leaving her in just the short skirt that went with it, and her pretty coral pink blouse. She let down her thick dark blonde hair to curl over her shoulders, and then, feeling a lot more relaxed and accessible, went in to talk to Chad.
The time spent on his own reflecting seemed to have done Chad good, he seemed to accept that Chrissie really had needed to go, that they didn’t really have a great future potential. That said he had cared deeply for her, and would need some healing before the pain went away.
“She never was sure about me living with you” He finally got round to saying, “She could see how much I cared for you and even though I was always faithful, she was always trying to find things that weren’t there. I hated that she didn’t trust me, especially as if I hadn’t been with her maybe you and I…” His voice trailed off and he looked up at her, tears glistening in his eyes “At least we won’t be making all those noises any more.”
Emma’s heart filled with pity for the young, good looking guy who’d always been her friend, and yes, could have been more had she met him in a time when she wasn’t so scared and insecure. She came round the table and held him tight, letting his had rest on her chest and stroking his short, golden-brown hair. His hands came up to grip round her back, keeping her close, and then when the wave of sadness calmed down and he realised she wasn’t leaving, they began to stroke up and down the back of her blouse, taking comfort in the warmth of her skin, the softness of her plump breasts and the edge of lace he could feel under his cheek. Emma realised what was going on and didn’t care, it had been far too long since she’d been touched like that, and the fact that it was Chad just made it special. She began to tremble as his hands came round to her sides, tracing up her slender waist, and landed on the side of her breasts, still lightly stroking.
At this point Chad stopped and looked up at her again, no tears in his eyes now, just a deep care she realised had always been there, and the beginnings of healing for both of them. She realised this was her chance to stop if she wanted to, but didn’t, absolutely didn’t, she couldn’t say anything, but she linked both hands behind his head and pulled him back to her. He moved to the side then, one hand on her back, the other moulding her breast, his thumb flicking across her nipple under the blouse and sending tremors down through her body, then his head moved from between her chest, and, very carefully so as not to make her blouse damp, he brought his lips around the other nipple. Emma felt a lightning bolt go through her, and a spurt of wetness between her legs, and as he gently squeezed and manipulated through the flimsy material of her blouse, she felt an almost agonising need for more, until her legs almost gave way.
Chad seemed to feel it too, for he ran his hand down from her breast, over her skirt and down her sheer stockinged legs until it slipped behind her thigh, and with very little effort, picked her up and carried her through the flat to her room, laying her down on the crisp white sheets, in the glow of the late autumn sun. She was beautiful, flushed with arousal, her hair flung out like a halo and her blouse rucked up to show a sliver of creamy skin. She was already making little whimpers in the back of her throat, wanting him to come to her, but he took his time to take off his jumper, revealing a lean, lightly tanned body. At this her little noises got louder, and she began to struggle with the buttons of her blouse, wanting to tell him to come to her but too shy to speak, her body at least knew what it so desperately wanted. He took pity on her, came to her side and helped her slip the blouse off over her head to reveal a lacy bra of the same colour, two rosy nipples just peeking out from the top.
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The temptation was too great, he lay down beside her, Emma arched back and closed her eyes, and felt his kisses all over her neck, stinging as though he wanted to devour her, and again felt a spurt of warmth and had to cry out as his hands made their way beneath the lace and began to fondle any pull in earnest at her sensitive peaks. She felt her centre of warmth beneath her skirt calling out for attention, and began to writhe on the bed as his kisses sent fire down and his hands shot bolts of passion through her. At last she couldn’t resist:
“Please, Please!” she called, and again he moved down, her bra coming off in one short, desperate fumble. He sucked had on her nipple so that it burned with pleasure, switching back and forth, nibbling and squeezing. She was half delirious with this, and half extremely aware that one hand was caressing her stomach and the other was slowly making it way up her leg. She gasped as he reached the top of her stocking and his fingers began to brush the silky skin at the top of her thigh, and gasped again as he reached the hem of her now sopping panties and began to tease at the lacy edge. Her hands clamped his head to her throbbing nipples causing him to suckle harder, and her whole body twisted under him, trying to get him to touch the part of her that so ached for relief.
At long last his fingers moved into her underwear, and Emma gave a long “Ohhhhhh!” as he gave one long stroke, cupping her opening, rising to almost a scream as he came up to flick at her long-neglected clitoris. He drew away from one, painfully long moment, and then his long fingers burrowed down under the waistband again, rubbing and teasing.
“Ah! Ah! Oh Chad!” Emma was in the sweetest of tortures, she’d never been a great one for masturbating, and the intensity of such a clever touch after so long was almost more than she could bear. He knew what she wanted almost better than she did, concentrating on her clitoris, circling and frigging, occasionally slipping one long digit down to flick at the skin round her opening, lightly first but then increasing the pressure on her little magic centre until she began to pant and cry in earnest, and finally with a scream her whole body gave one great spasm and wetness poured over his hand.
At this he left her and slowly unzipped the chocolate skirt that cradled her firm buttocks, and helped her out of this and her sodden panties. Taking his time he slowly unrolled each stocking down her leg and off her feet until she was stretched out before him, utterly and gloriously naked. Having recovered a little she sat up, and with a predatory smile pushed him down to lie beneath her. She straddled him despite the jeans, and began to rock her hips back and forth until he too had his eyes closed and was gasping for breath, she could feel his hardness pushing against her, and it was sending all sorts of pleasurable sensations through her. Overcome with desire she climbed off, and he lifted his hips so she could slip him out of jeans and boxers to show his long, quivery erection. She stroked once along the underside of his silken hardness and then unable to resist, took him in her mouth and began to work him up and down, lashing the head of his cock with her tongue.
Chad had a beautiful view of her arse as she bobbed up and down in front of him, he could smell her wetness driving him crazy and the sensation in his cock was getting too much to bear, his balls were getting tight, and he knew he had to act before her circling tongue and the suction of her lips as she loved his dick would bring him to a release that, while amazing, wouldn’t be all that this encounter had to offer. It was his turn to stop her and go on top again, returning to wrap his mouth around her nipples and bring her back to that mewling, excited creature she had been before. His kisses began to slip lower, exciting every inch of her flat stomach, and lower still until he felt the first silk of her pubic curls tickling his nose. Emma knew what was coming, knew what it would do to her:
“Oh god, oh god, ohh gooood!” as without any preliminary his mouth clamped around her clit and his tongue began to writhe against her most sensitive place, doing for her everything she has so recently been doing to him. It took all Chad’s strength to stay put as her whole body began to jerk and thrash about, but he kept his tongue working against her, bringing her to peak after peak of sensation, she felt a rising tide within her, then his finger slipped insider her and the wave crashed over her as he thrust in and out “Oh god. Oh yes. Fuck me, fuck me, Fuck Me!” Her hips thrust against his finger, working in time with his tongue, all of her caught up in a massive orgasm.
Chad’s cock was absolutely rock solid, he felt he could cum just seeing Emma beneath him, completely lost in sensation. He scrambled up over her, but almost without knowing she pushed him down again, and with tears in her eyes from the unbearable pleasure, lowered herself down with a yell onto his readily awaiting cock. For one moment Chad felt like he’d been smothered in tight, hot velvet, and then she began to ride him in a frenzy, almost coming off in her need to feel the full length of him inside her. He thrust his hips to match her rhythm, the pair of them clinging onto each other, harder and harder. His thick cock pounding her insides, stretching her and catching every time that exquisite pleasure point. “AH! AH! AH! MORE! DEEPER! OH! YES!”
The waves built inside both of them, shuddering through them, getting bigger and bigger and bigger, more and more, until at last with an “Oh God EMMA!” Chad’s cock erupted inside her, as her juices exploded over him, feeling his juices coat the walls of her cunt around his big, thick cock.
At last they both collapsed on top of each other, absolutely satisfied, still joined together. Her hand on his chest now as their ragged breaths began to subside. Chad looked down at the beauty lying on him, and gave a small laugh: “I get the feeling those noises aren’t over yet.”
The End
Mara and Pak
“Work” allows me to travel quite a bit and I sometimes find myself traveling back and forth across the Pacific every few years. This was one of those occasions.
I had a few hours to kill until it was time to board my connecting flight, so I decided to hang out at one of those over-priced airport bar & grills. All the table seats were taken, so I found an empty seat at the bar. I ordered something from the kitchen and decided to try one of the bar’s amber libations.
As I started to relax a bit, I looked around in the reflection of the bar mirror and noticed an unusually attractive Asian girl sitting next to me. She had her back to me when I sat down, and I hadn’t noticed her for some reason. As unnoticeably as possible, I checked her out. Smartly dressed, money, married (at least the ring said so), but very young looking.
I figured she was at least 21, (she was drinking the same beer as me), but looked 18 or 19. In my opinion, sometimes it’s hard to tell with Asian women.
As my eyes came back up from her legs to my beer, I could see she had been looking at me in the mirror. I felt my face turn a little red, but tried to hide it with an upturned beer glass.
“Hi, " she said, and smiled.
“Hi, " I said back. I knew I was busted, but she wasn’t making a big thing about it.
At least, not yet.
“This place is really busy, " she said.
I said, “Yep. Must be a lot of people with a lot of time to kill before their next flights.”
She said, “Yeah, I have a 3 hour layover. How about you?”
I told her I had the same, and then found out we were both going to the same place on the same plane.
Just then, a young Asian guy (boyfriend? husband?) came up to her and said he reserved a table. She asked me if I’d like to join them. I figured the table chairs must be more comfortable than the bar stools, so I did.
For the purpose of this story, we’ll call her Mara and him Pak. She was an umbrella girl. I wasn’t sure what that was, so she explained that when there’s a motorcycle race (the big superbikes, not dirt bikes), she holds an umbrella over the rider and the bike, keeping them cool in the shade, or out of the rain. He was an engineer that worked for one of the major motorcycle companies.
They looked more like brother and sister than husband and wife.
Anyway, we talked and drank beer for the entire three-hour wait. Their English was very good, but the L’s and R’s would occasionally get switched around. We talked about everything. What we did for a living, where we’ve traveled, favorite foods, favorite movies and music, how they met, past relationships, and what we found attractive and unattractive in people and life. From the conversation, I learned neither of them was very experienced sexually, although I found that hard to believe by looking at her. They were discreet, keeping the conversation PG-13, but had a very disarming way of carrying on a conversation. We really got to know each other in those three hours.
As we were getting ready to pay the bill, she leaned over to Pak and told him that I was checking her out at the bar.
That felt a little awkward. I was expecting a fight or at least harsh words, followed by a friendly escort by airport security. Instead, he just asked if I thought she was attractive, but he didn’t ask in an aggressive way - more curious. I said that I thought she was cute, and that he was a lucky guy.
He smiled, I smiled back, and then she smiled. It was all a little weird.
We paid our bills and then headed for the gate.
As they were calling the seats for boarding, Pak approached me and quietly asked if I’d like to sleep with Mara, if he could arrange it. I thought I was dealing with a nutcase, or someone looking for a fight, so I just said what I said earlier. “She’s very cute, and you’re a lucky guy to have her, Pak.”
He said thank you, but he asked again, as if this was something she wanted - or something he wanted. So, I came right out and asked him, “Do you want me to sleep with your wife, Pak?”
It was hard to keep our conversation private amongst everyone getting in line, but somehow we managed. He gave me his cell phone number, and told me to call him the next weekend.
He wanted the three of us to meet for dinner at one of the most high-class restaurants in Seoul - his treat.
And off they went to First Class, while I waited to board Coach.
For the fourteen hour-plus hour plane ride, I thought about where this might lead. She was more than just very cute. And what was the deal with her husband? Before I knew it, I was asleep on the plane, being woken up for the occasional meal and movie, but mostly I slept.
When we arrived at Incheon, I looked for them as we departed the plane. No sign.
Then I remembered that First Class deplanes before everyone else. They were long gone by the time I stumbled off the plane.
I waited until I got home, took a shower, unpacked, and then picked up the phone.
Mara answered. She said dinner arrangements had already been made, and that I should pack an overnight bag. I thought there might be more to the dinner date than dinner. She made it clear that dinner was only the beginning. My groin throbbed as I hung up the phone.
We met for dinner at about 6PM. It seemed like an early start, but I guess they planned on a long night. Mara was dressed in a shimmery metallic above-the-knee dress that showed off her full back. Pak was dressed in a tailored suit, similar to my own.
They ordered a rather light meal, so I did the same. A few drinks after dinner and they were ready to move on. I couldn’t keep track of all the twists and turns Pak was taking as he drove to what I imagined to be their home.
We went inside and they immediately removed their shoes (as is the custom). Mara said they would be right back after they slipped into something more comfortable. A few moments later, they reappeared in bathrobes, handing me one to join them.
I asked, “Where should I change?”
“Right there would be fine, " Mara said with a smile.
From what I could hear in the background, Pak was getting a hot tub running. I stripped completely, trying to prevent a full-on erection as Mara watched. I cinched the terry cloth belt around the robe and asked Mara for a drink. She motioned to a wet bar in the corner of the room.
As I was pouring a glass of Scotch, Mara walked over to me and asked what I wanted to do tonight.
I said that her husband thought we might like to fool around, and then asked what she wanted to do.
“I’m not very experienced, and neither is Pak, " she said.
“Would you mind showing us everything you know?” she added.
“Are you sure Pak is OK with this? I don’t want any jealousy problems arising, " I replied.
“Pak is just as anxious as I am… and very curious, " she said with a grin.
I could tell it was going to be an interesting evening. Before I had a chance to ask her how she’d like to get started, she asked me the same question.
“Well, " I said, “let’s start with what you know.”
Without skipping a beat, she dropped to her knees, opened my robe, and began blowing me like a pro. Just then, Pak appeared and called out Mara’s name. I almost dropped the glass of Scotch,
I was so startled. She paused momentarily to say she was sorry for starting without him, but figured he’s be able to catch up. He just smiled and said that the water was just right if we wouldn’t mind moving to the hot tub. I helped Mara to her feet and she asked if what she had done so far was all right. I told her it was great, but not to forget a little kissing before a blowjob. She said she was sorry and gave me a full-tongued kiss that made my cock so hard it was pushing her away.
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“Wow! I see what you mean!” she said.
We eased into the hot tub, me with my glass of Scotch (which was mostly just a glass of ice cubes by now) and Mara and Pak each with a glass of wine.
“Why don’t you practice what we talked about, Mara?” I asked.
She put down her glass of wine, and then Pak’s, and proceeded to kiss him long and hard while reaching for his growing cock. He stood up in the hot tub, allowing his erect 5" dick to bounce in Mara’s face. She immediately engulfed it in her mouth, having an easier time with his smaller cock.
Within 2 minutes he muttered something to her that I imagine was “I’m going to cum!”
She held out her hand and continued to stroke him off until his jizm landed in the palm of her hand. She quickly wiped her hand off in a towel.
“Why didn’t you cum in her mouth?” I asked Pak. He said that she thought the idea of swallowing cum was disgusting.
“Mara, " I said, “is that true?” She said she thought he wouldn’t kiss her afterward if he came in her mouth. I said they’d both have to get over that.
“Can I try again?” she asked.
“On me? Sure!” I said.
As I stood up out of the water, Pak’s eyes widened as he realized the size of my cock compared to his. It was almost like he admired it.
Mara gave me a long kiss, and worked her way down to my fully erect member. Her ability to take all of me down her throat confirmed my theory that she was more experienced than her husband, at least in this category.
She squeezed my balls lightly, licking them, and then putting my cock back in her mouth.
I could see Pak stroking himself under water. I held her head so she would look up at me as I shot my first load down her throat. She backed off ever so slightly so as to catch the next two spurts on her tongue. Then she backed away from me completely and moved over to Pak. She gave him a deep tongue kiss and I could see my cum dribbling out of both of their mouths as they kissed. I wasn’t expecting that!
“Better?” Mara asked.
“Oh yeah, " I managed to mutter.
We carefully stepped out of the hot tub and dried ourselves off in our robes. Mara and Pak finished the last of the wine, and I filled my glass with water. Mara led Pak and I to their bedroom, where she leapt on the bed and asked me to give her “oral pleasure.” I was more than happy to oblige.
Her pubic hair was short and straight, groomed but not shaved. Her asshole was perfectly hairless. Her pussy was very attractive. I kissed her neck, breasts, stomach, arms, legs, feet, and then up to her nether regions. I started slow, allowing her to get comfortable with my mouth on her, then picked up the pace and the pressure. I carefully slid a finger in her pussy, then another, and massaged her G-spot. She grabbed my head and guided my mouth to where she wanted more attention. She didn’t have to move far. She was riding her first orgasm when I slipped my pinky finger into her cute little asshole.
She let out a yelp that sounded like objection and encouragement all at the same time. She began to shake and clawed at the sheets. I thought she was going to break my nose as hard as she was bucking against my face.
She pulled me up to her and kissed me hard on the mouth. My jaw had really gotten a work out. Pak was lying beside us, stroking his small cock.
She rolled me over, and straddled my lap, rubbing her pussy along the shaft of my cock. She raised herself up and slid down on my cock, taking all seven inches inside her. She proceeded to bounce up and down on my cock until I thought she was going to hurt herself (or me). Her tits, while small, looked great bouncing up and down in my face.
Just when I was about to cum, she hopped off and turned around, facing my feet. She straddled me again, this time giving me a great view of her beautiful ass and pretty feet. I licked a thumb and slid it in her asshole.
She tightened her sphincter around it so well, I wondered if I’d get my thumb back. I was close to coming again, but rather than let me cum in her pussy, she slid back putting her pussy on my face and my cock in her mouth.
I came hard and could feel her swallow every drop. She continued to suck while I licked and fingered her pussy and asshole.
She pulled my legs up and back and began fingering my asshole, too. Before I realized what was happening, I felt a tongue in my ass and a mouth on my cock.
Pak was licking my balls and asshole while his wife continued to suck me dry!
I stopped for a moment, and they froze, then turned back and asked if it was OK.
It took about a second to reply, “I’m OK.”
I don’t know if it was the fact that I had such a beautiful ass staring me in the face, or that it really felt good, but I didn’t mind the two of them working their magic on me.
“Mara, " I said. “Maybe it’s time you and Pak fuck for awhile. He looks like he needs it.”
She rolled off of me and I slowly stepped off the bed and Pak took my place. She straddled him just like she straddled me the first time. This time though, she seemed to make a point of spreading her ass cheeks with every downward thrust.
It looked like an invitation to me.
With as much saliva as I left on her asshole, I figured she’d be a little lubed, but maybe not enough to be painless. I hoped the alcohol would help as I crawled back on the bed and positioned myself behind her.
When she felt the tip of my cock against her asshole, she let out a deep breath and eased herself back onto me. It must have been her first time because she lurched forward almost immediately. Surprisingly, she was willing to try it again.
This time, she was more determined and managed to let the head of my cock past her sphincter. Her ass was incredibly tight.
Just then, Pak slipped out of her pussy and came on my balls. “So sorry, so sorry, " he cried.
I said that it was OK, but I don’t think he did it on accident.
He slid out from under Mara, but then slid right back under, this time headfirst. He was lying on his back in a perfect position for a “69” with Mara, but went a little further to the point of being able to play with my balls while I fucked his wife in the ass.
Mara bent down and began sucking Pak’s little dick, while Pak played and licked at my balls.
I decided to teach Pak a little lesson and pulled my cock out of his wife’s asshole and pushed it in his mouth. He seemed shocked at first, and then relieved as he sucked eagerly. I pulled out of his mouth and then slid my cock back in his wife’s asshole, this time a little easier.
“Again, please, " Pak said.
Who was I to deny him? I repeated the process several times until I was about to cum. I pulled Mara’s hips back against mine and came deep in her asshole while Pak filled her mouth with his cum. As soon as I pulled out of her, Pak immediately began licking her asshole as if he had acquired a taste for my cum.
I asked if they minded if I took a shower without them. Of course, they objected. They quickly got up and joined me in the shower - which was barely big enough for two. Mara brushed her teeth and got in with me first, and then Pak brushed his and got in behind her. She kissed me like she was in love with me and I started to get worried for them. It wasn’t long, though, before my cock was ready for action again. Mara and Pak seemed to do a good job of cleaning each other, and then turned their attention toward me. They soaped up my front and back. Mara would occasionally slide a finger in my ass and smile up at me, while Pak would pretend to accidentally stroke my cock.
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Before I knew it, they were both on their knees taking turns blowing me and then kissing each other. It was a sight to see.
I had gotten more than I bargained for, but apparently they weren’t through with me, yet.
Mara had no intention of letting me cum in her mouth while we showered. She whispered something to Pak and they both stood up and stepped out of the shower.
Pak left to grab another towel for me. While he was gone, Mara leaned over, grabbed my cock somewhat painfully, and told me she wanted to eat my cum out of her husband’s asshole. “If you do this for me, I’ll do anything you want, whenever you want, " she whispered, and then eased her grip on my growing cock. Her face was so beautiful, and her eyes so deep and engaging, it was hard to think straight.
Pak came back with a towel and handed it to me, almost respectfully.
This time Mara stepped out, and returned a few seconds later with a small jar of what appeared to be Vaseline. Except, it didn’t smell like Vaseline - more like lemons with honey. I really hoped that was something she just forgot in the other room; something she wasn’t planning on using on my cock.
Unfortunately, she was.
She whispered something in Pak’s ear and they dropped their towels as she kissed him long and hard. Their bodies, not more than 5’ tall each, were almost identical in build. From behind, they looked like twins. In fact, if it hadn’t been for Mara’s longer hair and the occasional glimpse of Pak’s tiny cock and balls, one could easily get them confused from behind.
She opened the jar, dipped a few fingers into the jelly-like substance, and rubbed them in and around Pak’s hairless asshole. He leaned toward the bathroom vanity, arms stiff and apart, just like his legs. He looked at me in the mirror. I couldn’t read what his eyes were telling me, but when he stuck his ass out, I got the message. From the side, he looked like he could have been Mara’s flat-chested sister.
Mara walked over to me, grabbed my stiff cock, and pulled me to her husband’s ass. She kissed me as deeply as ever, and rubbed the gooey substance on the head of my cock. I was surprised to find the gel was not sticky at all, but still had some numbing qualities. She guided the tip to her husband’s asshole, and stepped behind me. She pushed me forward, pushing the head of my cock harder against Pak’s sphincter. Pak started to groan, and then wince in pain as his asshole began to open up. Then he pushed back against me in one quick thrust and I was inside him.
We looked at each other in the mirror as I began a slow, rhythmic movement. I eased a little more of my cock inside with each thrust, until my entire length was deep inside him. His mouth contorted each time the full length of my member disappeared from view. I soon picked up the pace. Mara stepped away from behind me and allowed me to make full use of the space in front of the bathroom vanity.
I had never fucked a guy in the ass before, and Pak had never been fucked in the ass before. The way he started getting into it, you’d never know it. The way I started getting into it, you’d never know it, either. Mara dipped her fingers into the gel again, this time rubbing them in and around her asshole.
She assumed the same position as Pak, and I soon found myself fucking both of them in the ass. I’d fuck one for about 30 seconds, and then move to the other. While Pak’s asshole was much tighter, his wife’s ass was more talented, and I could feel her tightening her sphincter in rhythm with my thrusts.
The three of us looked at each other in the mirror as I went from one to the other. Cum was dribbling from Pak’s bouncing cock, forming a small puddle on the floor beneath him.
When I was moments away from coming (which seemed like an eternity from when we started this little ass-fuck session), I quickly pulled out of Mara and rammed my cock all the way up Pak’s ass. As my cock twitched and spurted inside him, I slowly started to pull out. Whatever Mara rubbed on us worked well as a lube and provided me with incredible staying power. It had been over 30 minutes since we stepped out of the shower.
I stepped aside as Mara knelt behind her husband and quickly buried her face in his ass. Pak dropped to his elbows, sticking his ass out further, and pointing his toes inward. I could see his sphincter dilate, then close, and then dilate again. Each time, a little of my cum would dribble out of his asshole, and each time, Mara would quickly lap it up. It wasn’t just a visual for my benefit. Mara was literally eating my cum from her husband’s asshole.
She held his balls with one hand, while milking his cock like a cow teat with the other. The entire time, she swirled her tongue in and around his asshole. He soon came in her hand, and she lapped up every drop.
Pak dropped to his knees and rested his arms and head on the vanity. It appeared he was completely drained of both cum and energy. Mara turned and looked at me, her face resembling a glazed donut.
“Lick it clean, " I said to her. I wasn’t sure if I had gone limp and then erect again, or if I had remained erect even after coming. My cock was standing straight out and bounced at Mara’s eye-level.
There was a moment of hesitation. “Anything I want, whenever I want, right?” I asked.
Her husband turned, sitting on the floor. He had a surprised look on his face. Apparently, that had not been part of their agreement.
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Mara never turned away from me. I stepped forward and let my dirty cock bounce and hit her in the nose and lips. She reached up to take a hold of my cock, but I quickly said, “No hands!”
Her blank expression didn’t change as she opened her mouth and waited for me to lean in closer.
I eased my cock closer to her mouth, but she kept her mouth open.
She was definitely a woman of her word.
I decided to give her a break and told her not to move. I washed off my cock in the sink with soap, drying it off with a hand towel, and told her to suck my cock until I told her to stop.
She looked into my eyes with deep appreciation, and opened her mouth like a baby bird waiting to be fed.
I pushed it into her mouth, but she still kept her mouth open, lips only making a partial seal around the shaft. She gagged as I pushed my cock down her throat. As her nose was buried in my pubic area, she sealed her lips around me and rolled her tongue along the underside of my cock.
Her nose stayed pressed against my pubic area as she tilted her head from side to side, sucking my cock as hard as it’s ever been sucked.
Cum and saliva was pouring down her chin, her eyes were watering, and snot began dripping from her nostrils, but she didn’t stop.
I’m not sure if it was because of the numbing properties of the gel she used, or because I had had sex so many times this evening, but I wasn’t going to cum. She began to bob her head back and forth, desperately trying to make me cum. Occasionally, she’d let my cock flop out of her mouth to catch her breath and to lick around the base. She really was a talented cocksucker, much to Pak’s amazement.
“That’s good enough, thanks, " I said.
She maintained a distant stare. They were both wiped out, physically and emotionally.
Pak asked me to come in her ass just one more time. I think he knew that was about the only thing that could really get me off at this point. I lifter Mara up and sat her on the vanity.
I lifted her legs and kissed her feet as she pulled my cock closer to her asshole.
“Fuck the shit out me, please, " Mara whimpered.
I slid my cock into her pussy for several thrusts, then pulled out and carefully slid the head into her anus. I tried to keep the pace slow, but she wanted me to pound into her asshole as hard and as fast as I could.
Her legs tightened behind my back as if she wanted me as deep inside her as possible. In the middle of all this, she did something unexpected - she kissed me full on the lips. It was a deep, sensual kiss, but it was also full of emotion. She loved this.
What little cum I had left filled her asshole and squished out onto the vanity. Mara shook as she appeared to have her first anal orgasm. She kissed me again and again, all over my face and neck. I think she may have felt rejected as I slid out of her ass and stepped back. Cum dripped from her asshole as I helped her off the vanity. She immediately squatted on the floor, in front of the toilet, and cum briefly poured from her ass. I must have filled her up. I had never seen anything like it.
“Pak, if you think you can walk, would you mind calling me a taxi?” I asked.
He gave me a nod, and slowly got to his feet. He wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped out of the bathroom.
I turned on the shower and helped Mara to her feet. I carefully eased her into the shower, and then stepped in after her. I washed her as slowly and as sensuously as I could, from head to toe. I could see the life come back to her face as I turned her towards me and held her close.
She looked at me with a worried, almost frightened look, and then kissed me softly. I pulled her away and asked her what was wrong.
She held me tighter and whispered in my ear “I think I love you.”
“Taxi on its way!” Pak called from the other room.
“Thanks, Pak, " I quickly answered.
Mara and I finished cleaning up in the shower. She let me use her toothbrush, and we dressed while Pak took his shower. We didn’t say much more to each other the rest of the morning.
The taxi arrived, and to the casual observer, I was just a friend that got drunk and spent the night on the couch. Pak, barely able to stand, shook my hand good-bye and I thanked him for a wonderful time.
Mara just looked at me, smiled, then turned and awkwardly walked back inside.
I slept for most of the cab ride to my car. Oh, what a night!
The End
Good Night And Sweet Dreams
TEACHER’S PETS ( Part 1)
My name is Katerina Antinov, I teach high school. Stand 1.65 metres (5 feet 6 inches) tall, fair skin, slim, athletic build, 34-24-28 with C cup breasts, long blond hair that reaches my bottom, light blue eyes, pretty face. My legs are slightly longer than average for my height. My breasts aren’t big, but they’re bigger than average for my frame, and are very perky. The men and boys find their solid, conical shape irresistible. I like the attention, so I usually wear half bras that finish just below my nipples, and thin cotton tops. The result is my firm breasts stand up and are noticed, with my stand out nipples making it clear there’s only the one cotton layer between the air and my skin. I keep fit by running and doing martial arts, I have a black belt in Tai Kwon Do; handy to keep boys in line.
Two years ago, I was doing my final year of studies to be a teacher, at the university in Kiev. Part of the studies is to attend a school to watch experienced teachers at work, and teach classes under their direction. This is called work experience. At the end of it, my teacher will observe me in the classroom, and rate my performance, as will the experienced teacher I work with.
For my work experience, I’m sent to a school half way across the city. This school is unusual in that it’s a school for boys only; most of the government schools are mixed, boys and girls. For four weeks I work at the school two days a week, Tuesday and Thursday, just watching the experienced teacher. This is followed by eight weeks working three days a week, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday; preparing lessons in the morning, and teaching classes in the afternoon. It’s fun work, I like it.
The first day I attended the school, I was introduced to the experienced teacher, he told me to wait until the class was fully seated before entering the classroom. The first class was all fifteen year old boys, I had all their eyes on me as I walked into the room. By the time I was standing in the middle of the room, and being introduced, I could see they all had erections. After being introduced, I took off my warm coat, it was a very cold day, and placed it on a coat hook on the back of the door. Walking over to the chair that the teacher set aside for me, I noticed most of the boys now had damp patches on their pants instead of erection, I was very touched, and excited knowing I’d done that.
The time at the school was very good. All the boys tried to get me to go out with them, as did most of the teachers. But it’s not allowed for teaching staff to date students, and none of the teachers interested me as much as did most of the students. All the boys were fit, very fit, what the American movie girls call ‘hunks.’ Physical fitness was a major thing in this school. I later found out most of the students of this school went into military service, this explained a lot about the fitness levels.
If it wasn’t for the rules, I’d have dated several of the students. But, alas, that was not to be, then.
After graduating as a teacher, I had to teach at a school in Kiev for two years. After that, I was sent to teach at Odessa, on the Black Sea.