He could feel her begin to struggle as his hips thrust until the whole of his cock filled her mouth, could feel her fingers tighten into his thighs, could hear her gulping as her lungs desperately tried to take in air through the now filled passeway that was her mouth, yet still he kept thrusting, kept pulling down on her head, his mind being controlled solely by the messages being sent back to his brain from his cock. It wanted release…it wanted it bad…..
Just then Anya managed to pull free, her mouth open wide, gasping for air. Her lips smeared with the tell tale signs of his precum. She looked hot and flushed, breathing so hard now yet still her eyes were filled with a desire.
She stood directly in front of him. He looked on, mesmerised by the rise and fall of her breasts beneath her top as her body continued to take in oxygen.
“Ohhh Mike!” She gasped. “You really are the dirty little pupil aren’t you?”
He watched as her lips formed that familiar, wicked smile. Continued to watch as her tongue glazed over her lips once more, tasting what juices of his remained
She leant forward then taking a firm grasp of his cock she straddled his chair. Slowly, ever so slowly, he felt her slide her pussy down over his shirt lowering herself until her pussy hovered just inches above the head of his cock.
“You do realise Mike, once I claim your virginity you’ll be forever owned by me.” she hissed at him.
Mike groaned by way of reply. Though her words came with demands, as far as he was concerned she could have all she wanted of him.
He heard her gasp out loud as she plunged down, his cock flaring against her inner walls. He closed his eyes, then opened them to find her eyes staring directly into his.
“I think you’ll find it’s not such a bad thing to be owned. To be my possession Mike. I take care of my possessions.” she growled at him then lifting up, she plunged down again, harder, this time no longer stopping on the downward thrust but bouncing back up.
“Oh yessss! That’s a nice dick. So thick and soooo hard.”
Anya arched her back and reaching around the back of his head teased his lips and mouth towards her full rounded breasts. Mike raised a hand and began kneading his fingers over the material of her blouse, smoothing the cotton firmly over the flesh of her left breast, then proceeded to close his lips over her right nipple, feeling it throb, pulsate as he began sucking as much of her nipple and breast as he could, into his mouth. She was moaning louder now, in part because of the pleasure his thick shaft was giving below, in part because of the sensations his lips and mouth were transmitting through her body via her tits. She moaned then whimpered as he closed his teeth against her nipple.
Mike couldn’t believe how good it felt,: the heat of her pussy wrapped around his shaft, working up and down on him as he suckled and petted at her tits..
“Ohhh yes! Go on Mike! Fuck me! Fuck this big fat dick right up me!” she screamed.
Egged on, Mike began to lift from the hips, ensuring their thrusts were in unison, flesh against flesh.
“Ohhh God! Imagine if the head were to walk in right now Mike! Imagine if she walked in on us right now.”
Mike’s mind was suddenly filled with the image of her spoken words. All at once he could picture it happening and filled with more bravado than ever blurted……..
“Yeah! Then she’d see the kind of teacher she employs!”
Now it was Anya who’s mind reeled with the image of her boss walking in. She imagined the look of shock on her face, a look of anger then disbelief as the realisation dawned of what was taking place. It would mean instant dismissal. Disciplinary action…. The loss of her job….Never again being able to teach. The risk of what she was doing suddenly became all too clear, but just as this fact hit home, Mike drove upwards from his hips, thrusting his cock deeper than ever.
Anya mewled like a scalded cat and dropped down hard, grinding her pussy against the very root of his shaft.
“Oh god, Mike.” She gasped. She reached around, behind her back and sliding her hands between his legs began stroking his balls as she continued to ride up and down. She grabbed at his hand and slid it around to the cheeks of her arse.
“Tease my arse, you bastard.” She pleaded
Mike didn’t need telling a second time, he reached around and began kneading his fingertips into the cheeks of her arse causing her movements to become jerky as she raised up and down. He slipped a finger down to her pussy and, coating it with her juices, slipped it back along her crevice, using small circular motions to gently tease it around and around her anus.
“Oh God! Be gentle,” she whimpered.
“Why should I?” he growled into her ear. “I’m a pervert remember. Isn’t that what you said?”
Choosing not to wait for her response,sensing that somehow, somewhere along this chain of events, control had now passed to him, he slipped the tip pf his finger into her anus.
“Oh Christ! Nooooo! she pleaded loudly, before burying her face in his shoulder.
He thrust upwards, simultaneously teasing her anus with his finger. She cried out once more. In truth he had no idea if it was painful for her? Or simply intense? He suspected intense as she continued riding up and down on his rigid cock.
As she lifted her body then began to slide back down onto his cock, so he pushed his finger deeper.
The slow, rhythmic pace with which she’d been riding his cock suddenly became more violent, her body now bouncing in short sharp bursts, both sets of fingers digging firmly into his shoulders. She was panting now, her eyes closed, her head lolling backwards and had he been able to witness it, her eyes rolled back in their sockets.
“Oh Shit! Fuck me! Fuck me! I’m cumming! Ohhh God! Make me cum!” she cried.
Just then she leant forward and grasping both sides of his face with her hands, pulled him into an embrace. She kissed him for the first time, a frenzied, passionate, French kiss, their tongues seemingly in tune with the movements of their bodies.
He slid his tongue into her open mouth.
“Oh yes, you pervert!” she cried out loud before sucking on his tongue just as she’d previously done on his cock.
He held her there, relishing the taste of her lips and mouth as she continued to bounce up and down on his cock, til finally, feeling his balls tense he had little choice but to pull his lips from hers.
“Oh God! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna fill you with cum!” he moaned, as he thrust his hips upwards.
Anya clutched at his face, pulling it hard onto her breasts as she felt her pussy ready to explode. Their bodies rocked back and forth as one, their movements violent…wanton……. then all at once she felt him. His cock spasmed inside her. It pulsed. Seconds later she could feel his warmth flooding inside her. She tipped her head back and howled the arrival of her own climax, her juices swamping his cock.
They remained there, sat on the chair, clutching at one another’s bodies, as if to let go would prove it all a dream.
The classroom was still, silent apart from the sounds of their laboured breathing.
Mike lay beneath her tremoring body, his cock still hard within her, all too aware he was going to be late getting home.
He didn’t care. He had Fucked his hot teacher. And, as she had earlier said, ‘how many guys could honestly say that?’
After some minutes, minutes where they had remained silent in one another’s caress, she climbed off his body and stood.
She looked down at him, her gaze almost contemptuous.
“Pervert.” She voiced, as she began buttoning up her blouse.
Mike’s eyes drew down her body, down over the pencil style skirt that was still tucked high on her waist, down to her pussy where her juices were, even then, still leaking, down the inside of her thighs.
Unseen by Mike, Anya too looked where his eyes had alighted. She reached forward using her fingertips to lift his chin so he was looking once more into the gaze of her eyes.
“Lick me clean!” she said, apparently back in control. “Get down on your knees and Lick me clean!”
“Mike tipped forward until he had slid off the chair, onto his knees. His hands moved upwards, along the outsides of her thighs before his head was buried between her sensual legs to do her bidding.
He had no idea how, what had happened, had happened. It was simply his wish, as his head rested between her legs, that it it would happen again…..and soon.
The End !!!
三Ｐ檔案 - 1
本故事由香港舊雜誌短篇掃瞄改寫：
我要講的是我年輕時的見聞。
雖然經過十幾年了，這件事依然很清楚地浮現在腦海中，而且經常去想他。
也許世上真是一樣米養百種人吧！表面上活得很好的人，私底卻下不知有多少煩惱
也說不定呢！
當時，有朋友陳明來找「單身貴族」的我，談到他和朋友夫妻間有些困擾。
「如果你行的話，願意幫助我嗎？」他說道。
到底他們之間有何困優呢？聽起來頗令人感到意外呢？
原來那個人是區議員，本來就是土財主，有沒有上班，根本無關緊要，但是，世上
的事，並非都很完美的。
他們夫妻之間雖然沒有小孩，但仍能和睦相處，照如此推演下去，必定兩人的生活
相當和諧才是，可是，這些年來，他先生的陰莖卻從未勃起過。
他吃了很多藥，看了很多醫生，但是就是治不好他的毛病。
除了藥物之外，他也用其他方法去刺激他，但是每次都失望。
於是他們夫婦想出一個非常的手段來。那就是讓他的妻子在別的男人懷抱中，讓他
看到做愛的過程，是否能刺激他的勃起。
他們並不知道這個方法是否能行得通， 是別無他法，很想試一試。
但是，問題是他們要拜託誰呢！而令他們耽心的是不知對方是否有病在身，他們當
然害怕被傳染。
最令他們難以開口的是，這是他們夫婦之間的秘密，實在不足為外人道也。
而且，如果性技巧笨拙者也不好，不喜歡憐香惜玉者更不行。
因此他們不停的在困難中，試圖尋找出合意的對象來。
他們和他們的妤友陳明討教，並希望借重他的熱心來協助，但這件事對陳明來說，
可以說是晴天霹靂，對他的確是一道難題。
於是，他想到來找當時尚是單身貴族的我來試試看。
陳明看起來身強力壯，技巧也很好，也許他覺得這種事很不名譽，也許他認為我這
個單身男人諒必渴望得到女人的慰藉。
聽到他這麼說，我覺得這件事蠻有趣的，陳明說話的樣子又不像在愚弄我的樣子，
的確有對夫婦有這方面的困擾。
他的話，固然有趣，但又不能如此就答應下來吧！畢竟尚有許多疑間。
第一：如果他們的計劃得以實現，親眼看見自己的妻子與別的男人做愛，他的丈夫
真的就能勃起嗎？
如果真的興奮了，而又是不愉快的興奮呢？我想：假如不愉快的話，那就不妙了。
不過，如果正當自己正達到性高潮時，而在氣喘如牛的抽送中替人慰藉老婆，難免
諸多顧忌，一定不會去注意他的。
我又想：當我們玩得好過癮時，他也正好勃起時，是不是會很沒趣呢？雖然是經過
他們夫婦的同意，但在她丈夫面前，她畢竟是別人的妻子啊！
第二：我實在不習慣在別的男人面前做愛，即使他丈夫徊避，也有可能在不知不覺
中被人偷窺！但是，我還不知道，而拚命做愛哩！
而且一開始就知道有人當場觀看，在這種情形下，我是否還能性致勃勃呢？
當有人在當場觀看，再加上女人大張私處，準備讓男人進入時，而自己卻不舉，那
豈不是太丟臉了。
而對方女性來說，她真的會達到高潮嗎？還是只有我自己覺得興奮，而插入我的陽
具到她 內而已。
如果對方女性是一位水性陽花的女人就另當別論了，但是幾年來，都因丈夫無法勃
起，而守寡的女人，她本身就是一位貞潔的女性。
如此貞潔的女性，只因為要治療自己丈夫的性無能，而接受陌生男人的陰莖插入自
己的秘處，相信她心內一定很苦吧。
這種苦，即使未做時能忍受，但是到陰莖真的插入時，她能忍受嗎？
對於如此貞潔的女性，在被插入時，真會覺得爽快嗎？我心中頗懷疑。
如果女人怎麼玩都無法獲得快感，那麼即使我在怎麼努力，也沒法引發他先生的興
奮哦！如果這一切的結局不夠美滿，豈不是白搭嗎？
以前的春宮圖中，強盜常把男人梆在柱子上，而在他的面前，玩弄他妻子，而丈夫
無能為力保護自己的老婆，那 悲哀，我幾乎都可以想像得出，當時我一直以為那是想
像而已，沒有想到世上真有這 事。
但是，為了討自己的丈夫高興，而在丈夫面前和別的男人做愛，簡直是匪夷所思。
我思前想後，結果想打退堂鼓，陳明也沒有積極地勤我，所以我把這件事當成是玩
笑而已，後來也沒有機會再問他，事情就不了了之。
不過，後來我知道在這世界上男人之中，因為自己的妻子紅杏出牆而偷窺者有之，
還有利用外遇的妻子讓對方感到滿足，而相互交換性伴侶的例子。
好像一間書局的老闆，是擁有美麗妻子的男人，不幸他發覺妻子有了外遇。
而對方竟是常出入他們家的醫生，他想像得出他們逢場作戲的場所。
而這個書局的主人，他雖對醫生感到憤怒，他又沒有辦法，所以他想：偷偷打電話
給尚不知情的醫生太太，告訴他們幽會的地方，對方一定會半信半疑的去察看的。
那書局的老闆打電話給對方的太太后，自己還準備提供協助。
當時，自然沒有像現在有如此豪華的旅館，只有一些用木板隔間，聽得到隔壁聲音
的別墅，它是一間名稱叫「溫柔鄉」的「純粹租房」的別墅，書局的老闆租下隔壁的房
間，認為如此才能偷窺到一切。
“But we don’t have that much time to..” She again blushed.
“We’ll make time. Thank you for your concern.” I kissed her on her forehead and helped her up, copping a satisfying feel of her tight little ass on the way up. She giggled and wiggled it against my palm and then impishly leaned over to give me a kiss back, pausing and holding herself bent over at the waist until I got a complete view of her 14 year old tits. Or what there was of them. When I sighed and grinned she finished her kiss and stood up, giving me an instant replay on the way back up.
“Later, Mr. Mattson,” she called.
I could hardly wait for later. “Bye, Melody.”
But later came. Finally. The bells rang and the camp quieted down. The lights were out, but for some reason I couldn’t sleep. Anticipation, I guess. I never realized how much I looked forward to all those tight pussies getting off on my prick each night. A guy could get used to this, you know?
But the visits started, right on schedule. The first couple of fucks were straightforward kiss, suck, fuck, “Thank you, Mr. Mattson” jobs. I did notice, however, that I was being used less and less as substitute and that they were actually fucking my prick. In fact, I was only Daddy once that whole night.
Melody was the fifth girl. I felt a kiss on my mouth that quickly moved up to my nose. She even nipped it a little with her teeth, just to make sure I wouldn’t miss the signal, I guess. A girlish little giggle and she snuggled into the narrow cot beside me.
“So what are we going to do?,” she asked.
“Well, first, take off your nightshirt.”
“Oh, Mr. Mattson, that would be naughty! I would be naked,” she gushed as she lay back down next to me, soft young bare skin on my skin. They must teach speed stripping as a course here, with Julie as the instructor.
I let my hands roam over her tight young body, exciting both of us with little touches and pinches and probes. Her tits were what you would call perky. Just beginning to develop, they were slight mounds topped by hard kernels of nipples. They were at that painful stage were they always itched or ached, so I was particularly gentle with them. As it was, her nipples were so hard and sensitive she came just from my gentle explorations. I also found a bald pussy, not the first one I had noticed
that night. She shuddered again as I toyed with her lower nub between her cunt lips. She was biting my arm to keep quiet and I knew I was going to have a hickey the next day.
“Melody, straddle my chest like you were going to get on my prick, but face the other way.”
She did so quickly and quietly. These kids recuperate much faster than us old folks.
“Now slide this way.” I pulled on her hips to move her towards my head - and mouth. She was still sitting straight up. I lifted her hips gently and lowered her cunt down on my mouth.
“OH! OH! OH! OH! Mr. Mattson! What are you doing? It feels so good! OH! OH! OH! Yessssss! Nobody has ever done that before. OH! SSSsssshhhhiiiitttt! Don’t Stop. AAARRrrrggggghhhh!”
Several hissing and shushing noises came from the hallway. There really was a line out side my door. If that’s never happened to you, you have no idea what that will do for your ego. Mine sure felt healthy.
Melody kind of fell forward and gagged herself by swallowing my stiff prick. But her hips never stopped wiggling against my nose and chin, urging my tongue to greater depths inside her. I obliged to the best of my ability, which was considerable. She finally shuddered and collapsed on my abdomen, breathing heavily. I could feel the two knots of her nipples pressing on my stomach.
When she started to come around, I lifted her small frame and flipped her around so she was lying on my stomach on her back. I slip her down until my prick head was butting up against her cunt lips. Automatically, she reached down and guided it into the tight opening. She took over from there, sensing what I wanted. She slid down its length and began to fuck
herself with my hard cock. There wasn’t as much contact with her clit in this position, but it did hit the G-spot better. I reached down and found her excited clit. I pinched it lightly between my thumb and fore finger and urged her to reach her climax.
When she came, she twisted almost all the way around and kissed me hard, stifling her screams into my mouth. She tasted her own juice on my lips and she came again.
“So that’s what I taste like.”
“You tasted good. I liked it. And what we did, too.”
“Me, too.” She pulled herself off the bed. She leaned over and lightly kissed me. “Thank you, Mr. Mattson. Thank you very much!”
She was headed out the door when I whispered to her.
“Melody!”
She turned back to me.
I reached up and found her nose. I rubbed it gently. “Let’s keep it out little secret, right?”
You would have thought I had just given her a million dollars. In some ways, I suppose a genuine secret is worth that much in self esteem to a 14 year old girl. Her kiss that time was not so light and almost started us off again. If it hadn’t been for the impatient girls in the hall way, I just might have fucked her again. But she would be back another night.
I heard considerable whispering and discussions as the rest of the visitors tried to find out what happened with Melody. She became something of a celebrity and I prepared myself to make an explanation to the Skipper when she showed up later that night.
I had not seen Janet all day, and had been refused access to her, unless it was an emergency. A lonely heart didn’t qualify, so I had suffered through the day without her. But I knew she was going to come in later. She hadn’t missed a night.
But a half hour passed after the last girl had gotten herself off on my stiff member, then an hour. Finally, I heard the door creep open.
“Uh, Mr. Mattson?”
My heart sank, but not my prick. It was the assistant.
“Yes?”
She shuffled closer to the bed in the dark. “Uh, I was told to tell you that The Skipper can't make it tonight.' She said she was sorry, and something about it was her fault for trying to swallow a ten foot log.’ She said you would understand. Do you?”
I did. Her ass was sore. “Is she alright?” I was concerned.
“I think she’s just sore. She didn’t sit down all day and has to lay on her stomach to sleep.” She giggled. “She called you `an insatiable satyr’. From her, that’s a compliment.”
“But she’s OK?”
“Yes, but she won’t be here tonight.” Her message done, I thought she would leave. While not unattractive, she didn’t seem the type to hang around. For whatever. But she didn’t leave. She kind of stood there and shuffled her feet.
“Was there anything else?,” I asked her.
“Well, I was wondering, uh, since, you know, since, well, you know, well, since she’s not, you know, like, well.”
“Would you like to take her place?”
“Oh yes! That’s what I want. I want to take her place.”
“In my heart or on my prick?”
“Oh! On your thing, silly.” I expected her to move, but she just stood
there.
“Well?”
“Uh, don’t laugh at me, but I don’t actually know what to do.”
“You’ve never done it before?”
“Oh, yes. In high school and a couple of times in college. But I’ve never, well, I’ve always just kind of been there for the guy. They always did everything. I don’t know what to do.”
I smiled in the dark at her honesty. I forgave her all her interruptions and swore to make this a good time for her.
“You could start by sitting down.” I patted the cot so she could hear where to sit in the dark. She sat. “Now take off your night shirt and sandals.” She shivered in the cool night air. I touched her lightly on her side, just above her hip. A safe place to touch a skittish woman. “Now, what do you want to do?”
She was quiet. Then I felt her hand sliding around my stomach gradually moving down. She bumped into my hard meat much earlier than she anticipated and kind of gasped. Her hand pulled away and then found it again, this time on purpose.
“Oh, my! It’s bigger than I thought.” She played with it gently, stroking it up and down, then becoming more and more urgent until I cried out in pain.
“Ouch!”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Let me kiss it.” Before either of us realized what she was doing, she had my rod in her mouth. It was obvious she had not done this very much, if at all, but her enthusiasm was arousing. She just about rubbed it raw with her teeth until I got her to cover her teeth with her upper lip and tongue underneath. She also got the head down her throat part way without gagging. She kept coming up and asking if she was doing it right. She tried so hard, and, by the time she was tired, was getting to be a pretty good cock sucker, too. I told her that, and I could feel the heat from her blush.
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She lifted her head up from my cock and stretched out next to me on the cot, never letting go of my prick with her hand. But now she held it gently and caressed it like a lover.
I felt her looking up at me. I tipped my head towards hers and our lips met.
“Do all men taste like you do?”
I laughed. “Only men who have had twenty or so girls sitting on their pricks!”
“Oh.” Silence “I liked it. Does that mean I like girls?”
That was a loaded question. I changed the subject. “What would you like me to do for you?”
She caught her breath. The big question. Decision time. In a shy voice she asked, “Would you make love to me? Show me what to do? I want to do something, but I don’t know what or how.”
I rolled over so I was on top of her. Kissed her lips. Then her eyes. Then her ears. I spent a long time just caressing her and kissing her. I felt the tears rolling down her cheeks and licked them away. She cried some more. I drew my lips along her neck, down along her jugular vein into the depression at the base of her neck. I buried my face there and traced
gentle designs with my tongue on that sensitive area. Then I did the other side.
She had stuffed one of her hands in her mouth to muffle her screams. This poor woman was so tense she was orgasming already and I wasn’t even to her tits. I avoided those for now and concentrated on her long smooth arms. Each finger received a lingering kiss with special attention paid to the palms of her hands. She was now sobbing, jerking around on the cot under me. I was afraid what would happen when I started on her breasts, so I flipped her over on her stomach. The sudden move surprised her until I ran my tongue down the length of her back. She screamed into the pillow, beating her fists into the mattress. She would have kicked her feet but I was sitting on them.
I decided what this woman needed was a massage. I happened to know how to give two kinds of massages, both erotic. One was good, the other very good. I didn’t think she would last if I gave her a very good one, which included the anal areas I didn’t think she was ready for. Yet. So I started on a sensual back rub that had the effect of calming her down.
Apparently this was something she could deal with, something she knew. Her breathing returned to normal as I worked my way down her back. And reached her buttocks.
My rod had been resting on the crease between those cheeks for most of the massage, but she didn’t seem to have noticed. As I began to rub and move the deep muscles in her ass, her breathing began to get ragged again. I did her butt, then moved down her one leg then back up the other. I did spend extra time on her feet and toes and was rewarded with another orgasm, but a slower, gentler one this time. It felt like she almost enjoyed that one.
I moved up the side of the bed and quickly flipped her over. It wasn’t like a kung foo thing, but it happened before she was aware of it. I started to massage her upper chest and shoulders, still avoiding her breasts. She noticed, because she started to thrust them up at my hands, brushing them against my wrists as I worked higher up. She began to grunt
and pant in an animalistic way, writhing on the bed in the ancient movements of sex and seduction.
“Oh, God. What are you doing to me? I’ve never felt this way before. I want you to touch me, squeeze me hard, play with my boobies. Please.Please.Please,” she pleaded.
I gently captured her swollen dancing nipples in the cracks between my fingers as I palmed her entire breasts. I applied pressure gently as I squeezed my fingers together over those soft mounds. I had always thought of the assistant as mousy, an ordinary, plain girl. From the way she dressed and walked, I imagined small, saggy tits and the same for her
bottom, kind of flat and droopy. Boy, was I wrong! She was just a beautiful girl with a poor self image. Because the guys in her life didn’t know how to make her feel special, she didn’t think she was. Jerks. All of them. I may have my own quirks and kinks, but at least I made each person feel special. Not like some kind of jerk-off bag to squirt sperm into.
Her tits were a bit larger than I like, and softer. But they felt terrific. I told her so and she started crying again. I continued down her body, describing each rib, each smooth curve of her trim body in the most erotic language I could think of. When I got to her mons, there was no hair.
“Is this for me?,” I asked her, indicating her shaved mound.
“Yes. Most of the girls are shaved now. For you. Do you like it? I hope so. I haven’t felt this naked since I was 12.”
“It’s beautiful. Lovely, so smooth, so kissable.” I proceeded to do just that and she squealed a bit. The aromas coming from between her legs told me she had really been enjoying herself, and that I would have to change the sheets before getting any sleep tonight. But I didn’t mind. I kissed a little lower. Her legs parted automatically, spreading her cuntlips wide open. I frenched them. She arched her back into my mouth, forcing her cunt hard on my lips. I grabbed onto her legs to hold her
there, and feasted on the delectable nectar she was producing in quantity. I could hear her sobbing softly but I didn’t stop until she went limp in my arms. I laid her gently out on the bed and lay down beside her still form.
She rested quietly for a while. She wasn’t unconscious because her hand drew little designs in my chest hair.
“Thank you, Chris, uh, Mr. Mattson. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, but is that all you want?”
“There’s more?”
“If you want, yes. But it’s OK to stop now. I’m fine. Only if you want.”
Her hand seized the hairs on my chest and pulled a few. Ouch!
“I want more. Please. Now!”
I laughed and gently kissed her forehead. Then I kissed her lips and she tasted herself, probably for the first time. “Ummmm. Good!” she whispered.
I rolled her on top of me and helped her sit up. I cupped her swaying tits in my hands and held them firmly, the nipples rubbing into my palms. She began rutting on my stomach.
“What do I do now?,” she asked timidly.
“Move down a little.” Her old boyfriends really were jerks.
She slipped down and bumped into my cock. She automatically raised up a little to slide over it, but as she passed over the head it slipped up inside her hot box. She froze.
“What’s the matter?”
“I’m scared. It’s always hurt before or I’ve been disappointed.”
“It always hurts the first time. But that’s over now. And it wasn’t your fault you were disappointed. Blame your taste in men, maybe, but other than that, it was all their fault you weren’t satisfied. Go ahead. Let it just slip inside you. We’ll go slow and make sure it doesn’t hurt and that you like it. OK?”
For an answer she let a bit more slip in. Before I could say anything she grunted, and forced a little bit more. To me it didn’t seem that she was that tight, given the young pussies and tight assholes I had been into in the last few days, but it must have felt like she was splitting in two to her. She didn’t cry, but it was an effort on her part to get each inch of me into her. But she did. And it was like a switch went off in her head.
Suddenly she was the all-American cheerleader. The cheers started out clean enough, like the old: Push em back Push em back, Harder Harder, and the one that goes: Do it again Do it again We like it We like it.
They started out, like I said, clean and somewhat quiet. But after her first climax riding in the saddle, she got loud. And dirty.
Between cheers of: Push it in Push it in Harder harder and Give me an F' Give me a U’ Give me a C' Give me a K’ Fuck me!, Fuck me!, Fuck me!, I was beginning to hear peals of laughter coming from outside my window. My companion either didn’t know or didn’t care. Her yells got raunchier and louder with each climax, and she had quite a few. Her hips never
stopped swirling and thrusting, rubbing her clit on both the up and down strokes. With and between each orgasm, I swear I could actually feel her cunt muscles tightening up. I guess the old saying about `use it or loose it’ was true in this case.
She finally shrieked and collapsed to a thunderous round of applause and laughter, not at her, but at the situation. Two of the staff came in and carried her away back to her room, both very solicitous of her. They both asked if I needed them to come back and help with any unfinished business, but I was already asleep, a big grin on my face.
I think I had finally answered her loaded question if she liked girls or not. Maybe she did, but she liked men, too, and that was what was important. To me, anyway.
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Janet was at breakfast the next morning. She smiled a shy greeting at me and I noticed she sat down very slowly and gently. I grinned back at her and she noticed me watching her sit. She blushed a beautiful shade of pink, then got up her nerve and blew me a kiss across the room. I don’t think any of the campers noticed it, but a couple of the staffers grinned
knowingly in my direction.
I got a call to come up to Janet’s office for a 10:10 staff meeting that morning. I thought the time was odd, but she was a busy woman, and she had to make up for lost time the day before. I cleaned up for the staff meeting, and got there on time. Walking in to the outer office, I didn’t see anyone. I went on into the conference room.
Sandra, the mousy assistant, was mousy no more. She stood there in the room, leaning up against the table. Her hair wasn’t in a bun, but hung in sexy waves around her face and over her shoulders. She was wearing makeup, just a touch, to emphasize her lips and eyes. But that wasn’t the big change. It was what she was wearing. Or wasn’t wearing.
Gone were the tweeds and pant suits, the efficient business clothes. This morning she was wearing a half-T that was about two sizes too small. And no bra. The bottom edge of the short shirt showed most of her large soft tits that jiggled with each breath she took. And she was breathing fast.
She was also wearing a pair of loose fitting shorts that were high cut on each hip and made of a slippery nylon fabric. Even though they were loose, they clung to her body like paint. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing any underwear and that she was damp in the crotch.
She let me gaze at her for a moment, grinning and blushing at the visible effect she was having on me. The right leg of my short was bulging out and suddenly became too short to cover all my parts. Sandra licked her lips when she saw the large purple head pop out into the daylight.
She had apparently not yet taken the speed stripping course at the camp yet, because she simply launched herself at me from her position at the conference table. Her arms wrapped around my neck and her legs wrapped around my waist. She didn’t say a thing. She just kissed me real hard several times, and then just held on. Tight. Waiting.
What was I to do? I struggled to get my shorts down and free the monster that had grown in my pants leg. She helped me by wiggling around. She wouldn’t let go of my waist with her legs, however, and I was wondering how I was going to get into her pussy, when the situation kind of took care of itself. Her loose shorts slipped to the side and suddenly she was
crying in joy as she felt it slide easily into her cunt. She was even tighter than last night. With the workout she had had last night and now again this morning, I felt sure her cunt muscles would be sore. But she didn’t seem to mind. I looked down at her face and her eyes were screwed tightly shut. She was totally focused on this fuck.
She was a little heavier than some of the petite little girls and women I had had ride my cock like that so I turned her around and eased my butt onto the conference table and supported our weight by leaning against it. It also provided her with a more stable platform for her increasingly wild screwing motions. It was when I looked up from watching her tits bounce and her face contort that my prick jerked and almost unsaddled the morphed assistant.
Janet was standing just inside the door watching us fuck. My eyes widened in surprise when I saw her, but then she gave me a smile that let me know it was OK to keep going. In fact, she gave her own tiny breasts a squeeze through her tight top with one hand and caressed her cunt through her shorts with the other as she stood there watching. I just about came
when she seductively licked her lips with that tiny pink tongue, running it around her lips two or three times. I remembered what it felt like on my prick and a shiver went down my back.
Then I just about started laughing. Here I was, fucking a beautiful woman who I had just helped, I hoped, the night before to get over a self image problem, while at the same time fantasizing about another woman’s mouth on my cock. I didn’t think it would help Sandra’s image if I laughed, or if she found out what I was thinking, so I made a face at Janet to let her know I knew what she was doing. She grinned wickedly and stopped fondling herself. She didn’t stop watching.
“Uh, Sandra,.”
“Call me Sandi. I don’t feel like a Sandra anymore. Sandra didn’t get fucked enough. Sandi is going to get fucked a whole lot. I feel like a Sandi,” she interrupted me.
“OK, Sandi,” I replied. “What time is the meeting? The real staff meeting.”
“10:30. I hope I left us enough time. I wanted you to be early. What took you so fucking long to get here?” She paused. “God, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. Having your cock in my cunny just does something to me, you know?”
“Don’t apologize, Sandi. It feels good being inside you. But do you think it’s fair to the others to have `special’ meetings like this?”
A bit of Sandra came back. “Fair? Fair? Do you think it’s fair that all the other girls get all the attention, that they get picked for the pep squads? All I ever wanted to be was one of them, but.” She tapered off and buried her head in my chest.
I kissed the top of her head. I knew what she was going to say, so I finished for her. “.but you never tried out, did you.”
She sobbed, and shook her head. “I knew I wasn’t good enough.”
I reached down and grabbed her chin and lifted her head up. “And now.?”
She opened her eyes and looked at me. I saw a fire burning in them.She stopped crying. And she never stopped rotating her hips around on my cock. “From now on, I’m going to go after what I want. Like this.” She indicated my hard prick by squeezing it with her internal muscles. “And if that isn’t fair, tough shit. They can make their own arrangements.”
I smiled. Janet smiled. I kissed Sandi’s forehead. “Good girl,” I said. Then I leaned down and whispered to her. “If you want me to come early, just ask. I will do anything I can for you. OK?”
“Oh, Chris! Thank you! OH! I’m cominnnnnnngggg.” Sandi clung to me like a leech on a cock. I could feel her cunt actually sucking me deeper into her body. She shuddered and throbbed on my rampant cock for several minutes and then lifted herself off my tall member.
“Thank you, Mr. Mattson.” She leaned down and cleaned my cock with her tongue and mouth, even sucking my balls clean. Three times. She only jumped slightly when she felt Janet’s tongue cleaning the insides of her thighs. But the groans she made with her mouth around my prick just about set me off. Janet was hampered by Sandi’s shorts, but it was obvious that
both of them enjoyed what was happening. And that it would happen again, later. Without the shorts.
Sandi paused in her cleaning efforts and looked up at me with a question in her eyes. I could see the first edges of doubt about her sexuality creeping back in.
“Both. It’s perfectly normal to like both, Sandi. You’re an attractive woman. To both men and women. Enjoy it.”
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Sandi squeezed my cock in response and gave me one of the best blow jobs I had ever had. She had learned a lot in the last day or two. When she stuck a finger up my ass and massaged my prostate gland, I surprised all three of us and filled her mouth with a bucket of cum. She didn’t waste a drop and only had to share with Janet because Janet immediately kissed her hard on the mouth and stuck her tongue in to get some of my jism. They dueled at length before Janet pulled back and sighed.
“Think we can cancel the staff meeting, Sandi?”
Sandi groaned. “They’re already on their way. We’ll have to straighten up, Miss Crandell.”
“Why, Sandi! How can you call me `Miss Crandell,’ when I’m standing here with your pussy juice on my face? Call me Janet, OK?”
The two women hugged. I was forgotten, my semi-stiff cock still hanging out of my shorts.
“And you,” Janet said to me, “put that thing away. It’s caused enough `trouble’ for now.”
The staff meeting was anti-climatic. Although a couple of the staffers with sensitive olfactory senses did sniff the air and give me a queer look. Apparently the pungent aroma of Sandi’s secretions were detectable.
The rest of the day past without incident, except that during the morning the fondling and quick feels by the staff became a bit more insistent and frenzied. I was in an almost constant state of arousal the entire day, with the engorged head of my cock visible and on display below the cuff of my shorts. The campers didn’t seem to mind, in fact, several of them started to copy the example of their older leaders and began fondling and feeling it whenever they happened to pass within arm’s reach, or could find some excuse to sit and grind on my lap.
Janet watched this process with an amused grin on her face. Several times during the day I swear she told some of the younger campers to come over and `torment’ me in some soft way or another. It was particularly hard not to plow those tight cunts when they had you firmly in the grasp of their tiny hands and looked up at me with those delightfully smiling eyes
and asked me the most mundane question imaginable. I was in heaven, and I think Janet knew it.
And then it stopped. Like a light going off. Right after lunch. The girls would come right up to me, stand a smidgen away from me and not touch. Time after time. I wasn’t sure which was more exciting: The touching or the tantalizing. It didn’t make any difference to me, I was as hard as a rock, regardless. I loved these little sex games they were playing. It kept everything on a friendly level with everyone knowing what was going on, and no one got their feelings hurt.
I knew things were wide open when the first girl that night kissed me on my nose and said, “I want what Melody got,” and then stripped and sat on my face. So did the second girl and the third. But this type of service took longer and it was getting late. The last several of the nocturnal visitors began coming into my room in pairs. One would sit on my face, the other would climb on my cock. Some of them even began kissing and fondling each other they were getting serviced by me. I’m sure a lot of activity continued on after they left me back in the dormitory later on that night. And when they were all done, the Skipper visited me.
She slipped in and was naked in my arms before I heard her. She was just suddenly there and, at first I thought it was a dream. But dreams don’t feel that good, and this felt tremendous. We kissed and I tasted a new flavor.
“I see you had another meeting with Sandi, Skipper.”
“Uh-huh. I thought she need a good chewing out.” She laughed. “She didn’t seem too upset about it, though.”
“Did she do you, too.?”
“Oh, God, yes. She really is a fast learner, you know.”
I was silent. “Next time, can I watch?”
I caught a jab in the ribs. “Would that turn you on, sailor?”
“Just thinking of the picture of the two of you making love to each other gets me hard.” I hugged her to me tighter. “Thinking of you makes me even harder, though.” I thought about how sore she must have been after our last bout. “What would you like to do tonight? Or do you just want to cuddle?”
“Cuddle? That’s for wimps. Unless you can’t get it up, sailor. Then I’ll just go back to Sandi.” She was teasing, as she was laying directly on my rock hard cock. It must have been giving her a stomach ache it was prodding her so hard.
“So what’s your pleasure, Ma’am?”
She leaned down and kissed my chin. “I want it up my ass,” she said finally in a quiet, but firm voice. “It hurt like hell, but I loved it. I’m going to learn how to relax like Julie told me and take that monster all the way up there. Do you mind?”
Did I mind? Offering me the finest ass I had ever fucked? Did she think I was crazy? Hell, no, I didn’t mind. But I didn’t want to appear too anxious.
“You’re sure? I’d hate to hurt you again.”
She lifted herself up and positioned her asshole over the tip of my cock. She lowered herself gingerly down until about three inches were inside her. She had pre-lubed her ass with enough gel so that some of it leaked out and ran down the exposed shaft of my cock, preparing it for deeper penetration. With a determined grunt she took the rest of my throbbing prick deep up inside her rectal recesses.
“Was that better?”
“Hey, it’s always good for me. Was it better for you?”
“Yesssssss. Can you feel it? I can’t stop the spasms. They just ripple through me, one after the other. They start at my shitter and go to my toes and fingers and the tips of my nipples. My hair feels funny, too, like its alive. God, I love this. And it doesn’t hurt now.”
She still hadn’t moved. “Pull up a little and then slide back down.” As she did, I slipped my hand under her and let her impale herself on my extended middle finger. With my thumb I found and pressed on her clit. She went wild. I thought my finger would break she was squeezing it so hard. She was laughing, sobbing , yelling, blubbering and so on all at once. Until her system finally spent itself of all her built up tension and she relaxed on my chest.
“Sailor?”
“What, Skipper?”
“Watching all the girls tease you all day really turned me on. I didn’t realize how much.”
“Do you think it was a good idea with the campers?”
“Hey none of those girls had ever seen a prick before, so I let them have their chance to see a real good one.”
“Those were all virgins?” She giggled as my prick seemed to swell to twice its normal size in her ass.
“Well, they are for now. Who knows if they will be by the end of camp.” She slid up and down a bit on my cock. “But before you get them, I have one more chore for you to take care of.”
“Your cunt?,” I asked, hopefully.
“That, too, but I didn’t think that was a chore, you bastard!” She pummeled my chest with her tiny fists in mock anger. “I need you to `fix’ one of the staff. Diane. I don’t know what’s wrong with her.”
I tried to picture Diane in my mind. All I got was a faceless blonde with high thrusting knockers. I had heard comments about a silicone job,but something didn’t match up with her personality and a boob job. I also didn’t recall her being one of the active participants of my torture earlier that day. Or of her coming in for an exam earlier. She was friendly enough, cheerful, outgoing, well spoken. But not horney? Give me a break. She was either tremendously self disciplined or had a wire loose somewhere.
The Skipper was continuing, “I want you to spend some time with her. As much as you need. I would suggest a canoe trip across the lake, if you don’t mind my suggestions.”
“You’re all right with ths?,” I asked, still not believing my luck or this woman’s attitude.
“Do you love me?,” she asked me quietly.
“Yes,” I answered immediately. I didn’t have to think about it. It was true.
“Then I’m all right with it. Do what ever it takes,” she instructed. “But first, roll me over and fuck my ass off, will you, sailor?”
Always obey the skipper, my training manual said. So I did.
The next day after lunch I wandered down to the docks to find Diane waiting for me with a back pack. A canoe had already been loaded with food and a sleeping bag. One bag. Diane stared at me hard and with a bit of a look of distaste or loathing when she saw the single bag, but said nothing. In fact, she actually sounded cheerful and would have fooled me, but I had
seen her eyes. We loaded the rest of our gear in and took off.
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About a mile into the trip, we both bean to work up a sweat. We took a break and took off our sweatshirts, leaving me bare-chested and Diane in the tiniest bikini top I had ever seen. She sure wasn’t shy about showing her body! She was extremely fair, as some blondes are, and I leaned forward to rub sun screen on her shoulders. Just as I touched her I felt a twitch or a shudder, as if she reflexively pulled away, but then she relaxed, looked over her shoulder at me and gave me such a smoldering look that I would have jumped her right then if it hadn’t been that all the pieces didn’t fit right. I grinned back at her, finished applying the sun screen and indicated the far shore. I swear she looked puzzled that I hadn’t done anything.
We got to the far shore and found a beach and a nice clearing. We pulled the boat up, unloaded our gear and set up a small camp. I had left the sleeping bag in the boat. When that was done, I unrolled a towel on the beach, stripped to my bathing suit and called over my shoulder as I dove into the cool water, “Last one in is a rotten egg!”
She responded to the childish dare, stripped off her shorts and joined me in the water. Her suit was not meant for water and turned almost transparent, exposing her charms to anyone who would look. But I didn’t. OK, I tried real hard not to, but would you be able to not look at a near naked woman playing in the water with you? I tried to studiously force myself to look directly into her eyes when I looked at her. But it was hard. I had thought her top was small. Her bottoms almost didn’t exist. They were essentially a string around her waist and a second string through her crotch with a wide patch of thin cloth in the front. She was totally naked underneath. The string had long ago buried itself between her cunt lips and they were clearly visible as she jumped and splashed in the water.
It was one of the hardest things I ever did to not take her up on her blatant offer. Somehow, I knew I had to make her ask for it. Otherwise she would consider me just another aggressive male.
When we got out of the water, I collapsed on my towel in the sand and lay there soaking up the sun. I had my head turned away from her, but I could tell by the shuffling and rearranging that she was surprised we were not doing the dirty deed. I grinned to myself. It was like a game.
I don’t know how long we lay there, but suddenly it got dark. And wet. A sudden storm had blown in over the lake and was sitting right on top of us. The backpacks were waterproof and everything else but us and the towels were undercover, but we were getting soaked. We had just been in the water, but somehow this was wetter.
I went over to the canoe and called Diane. I tipped the canoe over and pushed her under it and then crawled in behind her. It was quite roomy, but there was no way we could lay there without touching. I spread the bench cushions on the ground and used the sleeping bag for a pillow. We lay down side by side on the makeshift bed and prepared to wait out the
storm.
It didn’t stop. It was finally too dark to go back that night. We were stranded at the other end of the lake.
I think we finally got tired of not talking. I know Diane was not a normally quiet person, and I have been known to talk as well on occasion. I think it may have started when she finally stopped avoiding me and put her arm up around my neck. It wasn’t in passion, but for comfort. I grinned at her and leaned back and closed my eyes. I think that was when she
started talking. I think she asked me why I hadn’t done anything to her. She knew what was going on at camp, even encouraged her girls to take advantage of their scheduled visits. So why had I not tried anything with her?
I had to think about that one. I told her I got a sense that she really didn’t want me to do anything. She may have expected it, she may have even accepted my advances out of a sense of duty or obligation to someone or to me, but I didn’t think she really wanted to have sex.
Why do they always cry? At least I knew I was on the right track when I felt the salty drops falling on my arm. But I had no idea how screwed up this young woman was. Her story was simple, but devastating.
As a little girl, she had always wanted to be a cheerleader. Her mother, also a beautiful woman, had been a cheerleader in high school and had then gotten married early and had Diane. As Diane developed into the gorgeous creature she was, her mother encouraged her and helped her as much as possible. Except for two things.
The first was that, for some reason, Diane’s mother was convinced that the evidence of nipples showing was in extremely bad taste and worse, wicked. So as soon as Diane began to develop nipples her mother would put tape on them before the games so they wouldn’t show. She began using heavier and heavier tape, which not only caused Diane considerable
embarrassment, but was painful to remove. And it wasn’t always successful. One night, after a particularly rousing cheer, the dreaded nipples popped through the tape. Diane’s mother and father had attended that game. Both of them came onto the basketball court and dragged her home. She was incredibly embarrassed by their actions.
When they got home, her mother locked her in her room for about an hour and then flung open the door and stormed into the room. She had made her take off her sweater and bra and then her mom ripped the tape from her breasts. She then held up two small cylinders. They were about a quarter inch around and about a half inch long. They were sections from wooden dowel. Her mother pressed one of the dowels against her right nipple, forcing it to invert on itself. She pushed until the dowel was flush with the front surface of her breast and then put a piece of tape over it to hold it in place. She repeated the process with the other breast.
Diane was in tears. It hurt. Terribly. But her mother said that this was the only way she could be a cheerleader in public ever again. So she suffered through it, finally getting so she would insert the plungers herself before the games.
The second thing that her mother had done was to instill in Diane an absolute fear of any and all pleasurable, as is sexy, feelings. She had done this by spanking not only her fingers, but her clitoris when she was a little girl and had been caught exploring her own body in the bath tub. Later, she had poured burning hot water, not quite scalding, over her vaginal area when she was older and had been caught diddling herself. She had been caught ten times, until she simply lost the urge to masturbate.
I, for one, was amazed at her persistence. I would have quit after being burned once, maybe twice. But it did confirm my suspicions that there was a passionate woman hidden deep in this body beside me. Now, how to dig it out?
“Diane, what can I do for you?,” I asked into the darkness. “What would you like me to do?”
“Nothing. Nothing works. It all feels like blah.”
“Can I at least give it a try?”
She looked at me. “Why? Why bother?”
“Because I care about you. I hate to see you missing this side of your life.”
“What about Janet? I thought you cared about her.”
`DANGER! DANGER! Dive! Dive!’ went off in my head. I answered carefully, but honestly. “I care about Janet very much. But we both think I may be able to help you.”
“How? By fucking me up the ass? It doesn’t work, I’ve tried. No, thank you,” she said bitterly.
“That was a cheap shot, Diane.”
“Sorry. But I’ve heard that’s what you like.”
“I like all kinds of sex. Including anal. But only if the partner is willing. Have you ever heard of me forcing anyone?”
There was a long silence. Finally, “No. That’s always puzzled me.”
We lay there a while. The rain still dripped on our roof, the canoe, but we could hear the sounds of the forest around us and the lapping of the waves on the beach a few feet from our spot. It was surprisingly warm in spite of the storm and we were both still in our bathing suits.
“Chris, would you kiss me?”
I leaned over to kiss her and she turned her head away from me. In the faint light I could see her flushed cheeks.
“Not there. Down there.”
Bingo! She had asked for something. I held myself in check so I wouldn’t seem to be rushing and began to wander down her lovely body. I got to her chest and nuzzled one of the swatches of cloth up and over her breast, baring it to my lips. I suckled on her tit and sucked out the wooden plunger. She was still wearing them. I spit it out.
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“Not there, either.”
I moved over to the other tit. Sure enough, I sucked another chunk of wood out of it.
“Lower. Stop teasing me.”
I focused on her navel. She began to move, but microscopically. But it was movement.
“Lower. Suck my thingy.”
“Your `thingy’?,” I asked her.
“My vagina and clitoris.” She paused. “Suck my cunt! There, is that what you want to hear?”
“Is that what you want me to suck?,” I fired back.
“Yes, damit! Now do it. Please?”
The last plea was done in such a voice I couldn’t have refused. And I had no intention of refusing. I lowered my mouth to her cunt lips and immediately got my tongue caught under her bikini bottom. I untied to two sides and drew away the insignificant covering. I urged her legs up and she slipped them over one of the crossbeams of the canoe over our heads.
It lifted her knees up and out, spreading her wide open before me. I lowered my mouth back down to her now exposed box and began to feast.
I went slowly. Something told me I would be there a while, but at that time I had no idea how long that would turn out to be. Diane’s cunt was dry. Well, not dry, but not wet, either. As I licked and sucked and poked and prodded she would occasionally sigh, but other than that, there was no response. Occasionally she would shift to another position to get
comfortable, but no response. But she never asked me to stop, either. Of course, if I had been in her place with a guy willing to eat my pussy all night long, I wouldn’t have asked him to stop. I guess.
Anyway, that was exactly what I did. I ate her all night long. Of course, it didn’t seem that long as I was busy doing what I love almost more than fucking. But first light came and we were still at it. The first change came about 6:00 am. Suddenly, I got a reaction.
“Ooooooohhhhhh. God, Chris, look!”
I raised my head. “What happened?”
“My nipple popped up! God, it feels so good!”
An hour later the second nipple popped up. They were about an inch out from her firm breasts, standing stiff and angry red in the morning light. She was staring at them in amazement.
“I never thought I’d see them again.” She spoke of them as if they were her friends who had gone away. In a way, they were.
“Diane, kiss them,” I instructed her.
While I went back to work in her pussy, she did that incredibly sexy move women do and cupped her breasts and brought them up to her lips. Her pointed little tongue sneaked out of her mouth and flicked against the right nipple. She stiffened and arched her back. She flicked her tongue against the left one and stiffened again.
I had lifted my head when she stiffened the first time. As I bent again to my task, I got a huge surprise. And I do mean huge. Her clit had stiffened as well and popped up. It was about the size of my little finger, and it was a good two inches long or longer and about as thick. It took a little convincing on my part to myself that it wasn’t a cock, and I sucked it into my mouth. I got a little squeal. I sucked harder and rimmed it with my tongue. I got a louder squeal. I bobbed my head up and down on it, sucked it and nipped it with my teeth. She came. A small, short, tiny shuddering orgasm, but she did come.
I licked up her flow of cum juice and began tongue fucking her in earnest now. Even though my jaw was sore and my tongue was beginning to ache, I kept going. At eight o’clock she had her second orgasm. Still nothing to write home about to Mom, but for her it was earth shattering. When she finished trembling, she lay still. I continued petting her cunt with shriveled fingers and a tired tongue.
Suddenly, she lifted those strong cheerleader legs and raised the canoe off of us and kicked it out of the way. She grabbed my ears and pulled me up to her so we lay face to face, with me on top of her.
“Fuck me, Chris. Fuck me now.”
That was going to be easy to do, as when I had slid up her body, my hard cock had partially penetrated into her pussy. A slow thrust buried it in to the hilt.
Nothing.
I had expected some reaction. But she didn’t even sigh or anything. I looked at her and it looked like she was gritting her teeth. “Diane, relax! I won’t tell your mother if you enjoy yourself. But don’t quit on me now!”
She glared at me reflexively, defensive of my attack on her mother. But then she smiled as she realized her teeth were clenched. Her face softened.
“It’s so hard to let go.”
“I know. Take your time. I’m in no hurry.”
“What about all those young girls who didn’t get their turns last night? Don’t you want to get back to them?”
“And miss this?” I gave a sharp thrust into her cunt. This time she gave an imperceptible groan. “Besides, they’ll just be hornier when we get back.”
She gave a short laugh. “You’re a baaad boy, Mr. Mattson!” And then she started moving her hips to fuck herself on my cock.
I have mentioned it takes me a long time, about two hours, to orgasm and that I can stay hard between bouts. So when I say I came three times, that calculates out to a six hour fuck session. But by the end of the six hours, she was beginning to come alive. I heard moans and groans and she was beginning to shriek when she came. But I was just about at the end of
my strength. I was thinking of renaming the camp to Camp Raw-Raw-Raw.
When she pushed me off of her and rolled me onto my elbows and knees, I didn’t resist. When she kneeled up behind me, it still didn’t register. The slick finger up my ass got me wondering what was going on, and when she bellied up to my ass, I began to squirm. I wasn’t into this. I told her so. She told me she wouldn’t tell anyone, but that if I let her do me, she
would let me do her. I was still unsure, but by that time I felt the slender shaft of her clit slide into my ass. She groaned. It was too late. I was deflowered.
“Oh, God. That feels great! Ooohhh, you’re so tight. It’s like you’re sucking on it and squeezing it and OOOOHhhhhh! YYYYeeessssss!”
Diane didn’t stop thrusting even as she came and it led her to her next climax, and then again. Finally, she leaned over my back, rubbing her now firmly erect nipples into my straining back muscles. She reached around and grasped my still hard cock. She had lubricant in her hand and it was a tremendously good feeling as she jerked me off while fucking my ass. To
say I didn’t enjoy it wouldn’t be true, but I didn’t think I would do it again. But the feeling of her hard breasts pressing into my back and her hand slicking up and down my prick only augmented the strange feeling of being invaded from behind. It felt good, but I didn’t come.
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After her fourth or fifth building climax, she pulled out. She knelt down as I had been and offered up her ass to me. It was gorgeous. Full and round, her fleshy orbs quivered with the spasms of her last orgasm. I didn’t have to be invited twice. I brought the head of my rampant cock to her tiny tight pink orifice, and pushed it in. She grunted, but did not pull away. I stopped and rested until I felt her begin to push back on the rest of my shaft. I slowly eased forward. She expelled her breath in a great big whoosh and began to immediately lunge back and forth on my cock. Her head was whipping her long blonde hair into a tangled frenzy. Her boobs were jiggling like mounds of firm Jell-O. She fucked herself for a while and then froze.
The whole forest got strangely quiet. Then I heard a sound like I had never heard before. It started out as a high pitched whine that slowly dropped in pitch like the sound that the WWII bombs made when they fell from the airplanes in the old movies. As the sound came into normal range, it changed to a Whoop, Whoop, Whoop, Whoop sound, each whoop rising in
pitch at the end like the song of the whooping crane. The whooping finally faded and I realized that the sounds were coming from Diane. And that she had just about squeezed my prick off with that climax.
“Again, Chris. Do it again! That was great!”
The second time came sooner, but the noise she made was the same. After this one she pulled off my prick.
“We’d better get back, Chris. It’s getting late.” She was energized from her orgasms and looked as fresh as when we had started out.
I looked at my watch. It was about three o’clock in the afternoon. We still had about three hours to get back. We loaded the canoe and pushed it into the water. I started to get in the back as before, but Diane had other ideas. She directed me to lay down on my back the floor of the canoe with my legs up and over the sides. She got in and straddled my cock,
letting it slide up into her cunt. She shoved off and began to paddle towards the camp. With each stroke, she shifted the paddle from one side to the other. As she shifted, she would lift up on my cock and then plunge back down. After a while she looked down at me.
“Well, don’t just lay there, grab onto my tits!” Of course, I complied. She paddled a bit longer and then sang her climax song again. The canoe coasted for a while. She panted, trying to catch her breath. I could feel the tension leaving her body as she became more and more relaxed after each cum. And she got more energy. She lifted up and let my cock slip out of
her, and I thought that was the end of it. But she reached down and held me upright and then settled back down, this time letting me slide up her shit chute. She turned and paddled away from the camp this time, like a sail boat would tack into the wind to make head way. She paddled and fucked herself until she sang her song again, and then she shifted me back
into her cunt and paddled back towards camp.
Back and forth we tacked all afternoon, the cries of the falling bombs and whooping cranes resounding up and down the hidden valley throughout the journey home. For my part, I held on to those smooth orbs as long as I could, but eventually gravity, the gentle rocking of the boat as it meandered back to camp, and the lack of sleep got the best of me. I must
have passed out and gone to sleep. Not the worst way to go, if I do say so myself.
The bumping of the canoe against the dock roused me slightly from my sleep and I looked up into the concerned faces of the staff leaning over looking down into the canoe at me. In my best Ricci Ricardo impression I looked up at Janet and said’ “Oh Lucy, I’m hooome.” And immediately went back to sleep.
Mission accomplished.
Phew !!!!!! What an amazing story !!!
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wanmalay
Good effort bro birdie8819. Rated your thread. Cheers…
Thanks bro wanmalay for taking time to read my thread .
Well if you do have any nice stories you can also contribute here .