For his part, he was summoned and Ashley enveloped his whole world. He took her without his girlfriend or his roommate. She was captivating and a willing participant to get him off multiple times. She encouraged him to enable her own continuous orgasm, and forbade nothing. His first load came moments after he began slamming all of the way into her pussy from behind. With cum still leaking out his nearly completely erect cock, he rubbed it up and down her slit, pausing momentarily as he touched a pearl of semen to her pink asshole.
Ashley whimpered, “If you fuck my ass…” in a masterful lament that implied inexperience, but demanded action.
His hear rate accelerated, fully engorging his cock as he jacked the last drops of his prior load onto her quivering asshole and spreading them with his purple head. As he lined himself up, her words rang in his ears. Her voice was sexy, her waist was incredible as it tapered in from her hips and her pussy had been everything he’d never had. Large labia that could stretch out more than an inch. He loved sucking on them and uncovering her clit. Now she was offering a new experience and he witnessed in amazement how she fucked back after he’d sunk his dick head into her.
“Rub my pussy!” hissed Ashley as she braced herself on the front of the dryer, thrusting back so he could penetrate her more deeply. His inexperience was obvious, and it turned her on more, instilling a desire to make it more memorable for both. “Do you make your girlfriend suck your cock after you fuck her?” Ashley inquired through ragged breaths. “Would she be turned on seeing you bang me, right here? Putting your dick anywhere you want? Will you make me eat her pussy after you fuck it, and it’s all creamy with your stuff?”
Her words were an accelerant. His girlfriend never talked dirty, never sucked him off after sex and was completely against anal sex. Hell! candle light was almost too bright for her. He reached around and marveled at how the back of his fingers could feel his cock inside her. In what seemed like an instant he felt his second load build and explode. A couple of pumps later and he was pulling out, collapsing in a chair.
Ashley had replaced his fingers with her own and fingerfucked her ass, while she looked over her shoulder at him. He was easy to turn on, and he was actually pulling on his dick. She stopped, came over to him and knelt down in front of him, pushing back on his chest. With a wicked smile and her eyes looking down, she sucked his semi-rigid cock into her mouth taking him all the way to his base. As she rolled it around in her mouth she watched intently until his disbelief changed and their gazes locked onto each other.
“Your going to want to tell your friends about this, and that’s OK; just remember that our deal is you can feel me up and make me have sex with you whenever we want, but you’ll have to lick me all over whenever I say so.”
This wasn’t the deal, but she was sucking his dick after he had fucked both her pussy and ass, and that kind of amended it. Ashley was gifted, taking him deep and licking and sucking his balls; in nearly no time he felt the urge building and the sensation, but when she stuck out her tongue there wasn’t much.
“I think I’ve drained you,” she said coyly and climbed up on the dryer on all fours. “Lick me, and don’t stop until I say so,” she commanded, offering her ass provocatively.
With an amused grin, he sauntered over and began to tenderly play with her.
“Ohhhhh you can do soft too. You’re a man of many talents,” Ashley purred.
When he heard the elevator coming down, he whispered, “Someone’s coming.”
“Don’t stop, it feels so good. Lick my asshole!” Ashley injected.
Footsteps were coming down the hall, but he continued incredibly nervous as he glanced to the doorway.
Her hips began to shake again and he could feel her climax approaching. His fingers slid into both orifices and his tongue flicked her clit from side to side. Then he saw the young lady enter the laundry room and stop. Ashley was cumming, loudly and it was obvious that she was unaware of their audience.
The intruder had put down her laundry basket hard making enough noise to alert Ashley, but not before she reached between her legs and pushed his hand deeper into her cunt.
“I thought you were going to warn me if someone was coming?!” Ashley accused. “Oh my God I’m naked and you’ve got your fingers shoved up my cunt and one in my asshole and you just let someone walk in and see me like this?” She was actually blushing and slipping on her shoes and gathering her shirt as she left him and the other girl standing in bewilderment.
Too stunned to move he stood where he was with wet fingers and glistening lips looking alternately at the doorway and this new girl. The elevator bell rang and he could hear the doors close in the complete silence that fell in the room.
“You really should be more careful,” the stranger added.
He abandoned everything in the laundry room, electing to deal with what had just happened and his undone pants while he waited for the elevator in the hallway.
Ashley felt her heart beating a million miles a minute as she stepped off the elevator naked except for her shoes. It had been very exciting and she loved how the other girl had seen her in such a compromising position. She pulled the door shut and slipped onto the bed with Mickey. In several hours it would be light, but she felt relaxed, maybe even sated. It was Sunday; they could sleep as long as they wanted to.
The End
Love Fell in My Lap
I didn’t want to be there.
Despite my objections, the group of crazies that I worked with had abducted me. The week before, I had a knock down drag out argument, losing my girlfriend of seven years after I walked in on her fucking with a couple of studs that she worked with. It was messy. Throwing the interlopers down the stairs and their clothes after them, I told Marcie to pack her shit and get out.
Still a bit raw even now, I was in no mood to have a good time. After a hard evening working the three to eleven shift as a hospital security officer, all I wanted to do was to go home and have a quiet beer or two before turning in. My co-workers would have none of my brooding mood. They seemed to think that a bunch of drunken redneck cowboys and a few long neck beers would cheer me up.
The Carrousel Lounge was one of those Bubba type beer bars that closed at 1:30 am or the third fight, whichever comes first. It was the closest place to the hospital that had live music. Our group had been there about a half-hour when the band finished it’s second set of three. It was time for the musicians to come out from behind the chicken wire to take a break, stretching their legs, draining the kidneys, and wetting their whistles.
There was an ocean of people all of a sudden creating an ebb and flow effect between the bar, the johns, and tables. I was just about to leave when I saw the movement from the corner of my eye, but it was too late to react. The beer and the girl dropped in my lap at the same time. Some drunken cowboy had stumbled into her, knocking the girl in my direction. She and I were both soaked with the gallon pitcher of suds she had been carrying. Shaken but unhurt, the girl was looking around for something to crawl under as we both got to our feet.
Her short pixie type haircut had a natural red highlight to it. Petite, about 5’ 2" and well proportioned, I was immediately taken by the fair features of this unidentified flying female shivering before me. The girl was wearing cutoff jeans and a white halter top that didn’t leave much to the imagination. With her top soaked with the beer she had been carrying made the material of the halter top opaque so I could watch her pink nipples pucker and harden. The wet skin on her bare thighs glistened in the stage lights.
“I told them I didn’t want to come, but they dragged me here anyway!” she cried to no one in particular as her companions started to make fun of her and the soaking we both got. I suggested we get some air outside. On the way out, I grabbed John Lombardi’s suit jacket, draping it over the girl’s shoulders while she retrieved her purse.
As we smoked a cigarette the girl told me that her name was Peggy. We both had lost out on love recently and were smarting over it. When Peggy said that she was getting hungry and needed to go, I offered to take her to Cap’n Billy’s, a twenty-four hour restaurant, for an early breakfast. With a nod we were on our way. We got there early; just shy of midnight. Over a couple of omelets we filled in the blanks. She had been dumped and left flat broke with two kids to raise, by a husband that found it more important to catch a buzz than to provide for his family. She was living with her parents to make ends meet. At best it had been a three - ring circus. Peggy worked as a float nurse at another hospital so her hours kept her pretty stressed out. My schedule as a relief security officer was just as crazy. My apartment had seemed empty since my ex–girlfriend left. I was just this side of nuts.
“I really don’t want to go home right now, but I can’t handle a crowd either. I need some peace and quiet, but I’ve nowhere else to go.” Peggy told me. I wasn’t going to let a set up like this go. I suggested my place, half expecting to be turned down. I was surprised when she accepted.
Once inside my apartment, Peggy came alive as she unwound while we talked. The two highballs helped. She found some slow, funky, sultry blues on the radio. The funkier the beat got, the more she swayed and got into the music. We danced for a few minutes before she pushed me back on the couch. “Just watch.” She told me. Slowly, she started to peel her top off revealing a pert set of perfectly formed little tits topped with delicate rosebud pink nipples. Peggy danced the bump and grind in front of me just barely brushing me with her body as she moved. She raked her fingernails lightly over my arms and neck. Planting feather light kisses on my face, neck, ears and lips, I felt the passion building within me. Without a word, I swept her into my arms and carried her to the bedroom. We were all over each other. Once free of our clothes, we devoured the moment in passion. Peggy took my cock into her mouth, all the way down her throat to the hilt. I almost came when her lips circled the base of it. She withdrew slowly before impaling herself again.
Sensing my excitement as she withdrew this time, Peggy nipped slightly on the head of my cock with her front teeth. I strong-armed her around so I could get to her pussy. Peggy straddled my face and I buried it in her crotch.
The scent of her sex was driving me wild. I drove my tongue into her pussy as my fingers found her nipples. Peggy moaned as I licked along the inside of her labia. When I finally got to her clit, Peggy sat straight up with such force that she almost broke my neck. It was an intense pace that continued for the better part of two hours. We’d bring each other to the brink, then back off just enough to evade climax. When I couldn’t stand it any longer, I pinned Peggy to the bed, and drove my cock into her seeking to relieve my libido.
Without warning, she came. I felt her contractions on my cock, forceful and primal. “I want to take you into my mouth, and suck you dry” she growled from deep inside her throat.
Peggy was like a starved animal as she again devoured my member. Time and time again she took me to the hilt; I could feel the pressure building in my balls. Trying to move away before I exploded into her mouth as she continued to ravage me. Peggy determinedly resisted and took the full force of my eruption as she continued making love to me with her mouth. Finally, I had to stop her. I was spent! I couldn’t stand it. Exhausted, we collapsed into each other’s arms, letting sleep overtake us. Grateful for the night before, and excited about what I had lucked into, I awoke to find Peggy gone, leaving only a one word note scrawled in lipstick on my bathroom mirror: “Thanks”.
Quitting her nursing job, Peggy disappeared. I tried to find her but hit a dead end every time I got a lead. Finally after two years, we “bumped” into each other again. I asked her why she dropped out of sight. Peggy tried to explain, but it was so fragmented I could only piece together an idea of what made her spook.
Peggy had been afraid to let herself get into a relationship again so soon after being dumped. Other than her father, she said that the only men she had known until she met me had seriously abused and used her. I asked for a second chance.
The next two weeks were as intense as our first night together, but Peggy got cold feet again, and this time left for good. I guess that she was just not ready to wade in so deep. I never saw or heard from her again. That was thirty-five years ago, and my heart still skips a beat or two when I remember those days and oh…those nights.
The End
War Games
The first thing I need to tell you is that this really happened. I know it’s all very unlikely but remember one in a million chances happen nine times out of ten.
First let me describe myself. My name is Martin.
I’m not exactly what you’d call attractive but then nor am I hideous. My complexion isn’t what I’d want it to be but I’m not repugnant as such. Pretty much normal really. Average height but maybe a little short for my weight, if you know what I mean. Oh, and I’m eighteen and, well, a bit geeky if I’m really honest.
When I say geeky, I mean that I spend my time with like-minded peers playing computer games, discussing new technology, the latest episode of Heroes or a comic. What I don’t do is anything athletic or anything related to girls.
Girls are completely out-of-bounds. Don’t get me wrong, I love girls. I love looking at their pretty radiant faces and their gorgeous beckoning curves. I spend as much time as I can tossing off to my fine collection of pornographic magazines or surfing the most excellent content of the interweb. I am immensely intimately familiar with the anatomy of the female sexual organs, or at least their two-dimensional representations on paper and screen.
But I don’t talk to actual real girls because they are terrifying. When a girl talks to me, I get tongue-tied and anxious; I blush like a neon sign and mumble incoherently like an idiot. And, of course, then they laugh at me, not always in an unkind way but alarmingly all the same. Which makes it even worse.
So although I go to a large mixed school with a lot of girls, I stick to my own kind as much as I humanly can, only talking to the opposite sex when absolutely unavoidably forced to do so.
I said I don’t do anything athletic which is a bit of a lie. There’s one thing I have to do. You see the school I go to is an old-fashioned English public school, although there’s no boarding, so we all have to do some extra-curricular stuff such as a sport or, in my case, CCF.
CCF stands for Combined Cadet Force, which is basically a bunch of school-kids playing at being soldiers and the like. I took the CCF option because it was better than a mandatory sport such as Rugby (brutally physical), Cricket (I have no hand-to-eye coordination) or Rowing (just not fit enough).
Instead we get to prance around in a uniform, playing with ancient (unloaded) weapons and pretending we’re Rambo. Or in my case perhaps more Rimbaud. Anyway, I’ll be honest, I do kind of enjoy the drilling, the shoe polishing and the range shooting. Maybe because you don’t have to a physical behemoth to do them so I can compete if that’s the right term.
I chose the Army over the RAF because, as far as could see, the RAF cadets don’t actually get to go flying; they just talk about it a lot. And anyway their uniform just looks a bit camp. At least as an Army cadet we get a beret and a shiny badge and access to WW2 rifles and big short wave radios.
The bit that really isn’t any fun at all though is the exercises. I don’t mean press-ups or squat-thrusts, I mean all of us going away for the weekend to some god-forsaken part of Hampshire or Berkshire to run around in the woods firing blanks like we’re real soldiers. That’s not so bad by itself; what I do object to though is the fact that these exciting episodes are punctuated by hiking for miles lugging around a ridiculously heavy radio pack or a virtually antique yet preposterously weighty .303 rifle which all seems pointless in a world where Land Rovers have been invented and work very well. After all we’re only pretending to be soldiers.
But worst of all is the effect of the lack of supervision on my schoolmates. It’s not quite Lord of the Flies but there is without a doubt a level of feral regression when you send out a bunch of school-kids and tell them to walk a few miles until they find this other bunch of school-kids and then pretend to fight them. And what’s even worse is when you impose a formal command structure.
You see I’ve been doing this for a good five years now, getting by with the minimum I can in order to satisfy requirements and I’ve been promoted to Lance-Corporal. For those you not familiar with the ranks of the British Army this is just one step above a Private who are the lowest of the low. All my peers are at least Sergeants if not higher which shows that life really is a popularity contest, I guess.
But what that means is that I’ve got sixteen-year old kids who outrank me and can order me around when we’re on exercise. And of course they do, incessantly, gratuitously and unpleasantly. Little bastards one and all.
Of course there are some teachers who are ex-forces and officers from the Territorial Army involved but they can’t cover a hundred cadets over a ten mile by ten mile area, so abuses of power happen.
Which brings me to the exercise I’ve just been on, the last of the school year and therefore my life.
It was called Operation Bulldog. No idea why, but I suppose you need a macho name for these things. Operation Dahlia just doesn’t have the same ring to it.
Anyway, it was in the spring. The weather was dry and reasonably warm, an important consideration when you’re sleeping on the ground under an outstretched supposedly waterproof poncho.
It was the last day of the exercise so I couldn’t wait to get back home. I was dirty and smelly and tired. Tired as in exhausted but also tired of eating non-specific canned meat and oddly tasteless biscuits, tired of drinking water from streams and tired of, quite literally, shitting in the woods.
Anyway I was in the Green platoon and our mission was to capture the colours of the other two platoons, cleverly named Red and Blue respectively. They were of course trying to do the same thing to us. Cue lots of trekking around trying to find their camp and sitting in the bushes in the vain hope of ambushing someone.
I was lucky in terms of the squad I was in. It was led by Staff Sergeant Andrews and Sergeant McRoss, both of whom were in my year at school and neither of whom felt the particular need to exert their authority by treating anyone like shit. Also we had three cadets, all fourth years, so of around fourteen or fifteen years old.
The other reason I was lucky was because in real life Andrews and McRoss were Jenny Andrews and Chloe McRoss, and they were both breathtakingly lovely. Jenny was tall, blonde and slender, with sparkling blue eyes, endless legs and a stupendous arse. Chloe was darker and a touch shorter but much curvier too, with large boobs, big brown eyes and a generous smile. When she looked at you, it was like she was seeing right into you. She could make me blush just by being in the same room. They were best friends and both were stunning and so spent a lot of time populating my varied and detailed erotic fantasies as objects of the utmost desire.
Now, it was nice to spend time with Jenny and Chloe, but in reality they pretty much ignored me as I didn’t seem to be able to talk in their presence which, as you can imagine, precluded much conversation. I, along with the rest of the squad, just followed along as the two of them made all the decisions.
As one of three squads in the Green platoon, we had been assigned with the task of attacking Red’s base and capturing their colours, which was basically just a flag. For once, an ambush actually worked. Unfortunately, we were the ambushees rather than the ambushers.
It happened very quickly; all I can really remember is some sort of war-cry being bellowed from my left before two huge blokes tackled me. I didn’t put up much of a fight.
Within a few minutes, I was sitting with my back to a tree in a small clearing, my arms tied around the back of it with some blue plastic rope. It wasn’t a big tree but it still felt very sturdy. When no-one was looking I tried to move but I couldn’t.
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I was worried. I had been really glad I hadn’t been a member of the Red Platoon as all the senior ranks seemed to be composed of ignorant slow-witted bullies. The only thing imaginable that was any worse than being in the platoon was being their prisoner.
Not that they would physically torture me in any permanently harmful way. But, in my role as a natural victim, I didn’t think I would be enjoying the next few hours much.
The two oafs who had so triumphantly captured me were actually a couple of years younger than me but they didn’t hold back with their insults and empty, I hoped, promises of brutality.
We were interrupted a few minutes after my ignominious detainment when another four meat-headed morons turned up, dragging the struggling Chloe and Jenny between them. It looked like the rest of the squad had managed to get away, the cowards.
I have to say they put up a real fight of it, much more than I did. Maybe it was because they didn’t think they would be struck in return, but they kicked and screamed and punched heroically until their hands were finally tied behind them. They even had to hold Chloe down until she realised that she couldn’t get away.
When I saw who was in charge of the Red squad, I realised why they had struggled so much.
Kenny Carter was captain of the school rugby and cricket teams; he was preposterously handsome and outlandishly muscular; he was head of the Army section of the CCF, ranked as a Sergeant-Major. And he was a complete twat.
Don’t get me wrong, this isn’t about jealousy, although I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t jealous of his good looks and popularity. It’s just that Kenny was an unpleasant bully, someone who enjoyed a bit of casual cruelty, verbal or physical. He wasn’t stupid either which just made him better at being a wanker.
And for some reason girls weren’t able to see past his impossibly good-looking exterior to the ugliness inside. In fact the lovely flawless Jenny and he had been going out for a couple of years. They were the perfect couple, successful and attractive, the Posh & Becks of the school.
However, it was rumoured that they’d had a big fight and had split up acrimoniously only days before. Which was why, I guessed, Jenny looked so pissed off to have been caught, beyond any of the more obvious reasons.
If Kenny had had a moustache, he’d have been twirling it fiendishly. “Hello, Jenny. What a lucky surprise,” he said.
“Get off, you bastard!” Jenny kicked at one the grunts who were holding her.
“It’s all right, let go of her,” Kenny ordered smoothly. The two girls were surrounded by them now.
“What do you want, Kenny?” Chloe asked, her voice steady.
“Oh, I don’t know, Chloe,” Kenny teased unpleasantly. He stepped behind her and put his arms around her slim waist before beginning to unbutton her camouflage jacket.
Chloe flinched but still looked relatively composed. “Stop that,” she said tensely.
Jenny wasn’t as calm. “Leave her alone!” she screeched before trying unsuccessfully to kick him.
“Tie her legs together,” Kenny instructed and she was immediately hobbled by his henchmen, using more of the blue plastic rope.
Kenny had now pulled Chloe’s jacket open to reveal a green vest, snugly enclosing her remarkably big tits. His hands slid up her body to fondle her breasts, causing her to scream involuntarily.
“Kenny, leave her alone. She’s never done anything to you,” Jenny begged once more.
Kenny gave Chloe’s boobs a final squeeze before turning to Jenny.
“No, she hasn’t. I just thought she might be a bit more up for it than you, you frigid bitch,” he hissed at her as he moved towards her.
Jenny tried to step back but her legs were tied together above the ankle leaving only a few inches between them. She fell back on her delicious bum causing the boys to laugh spitefully.
Kenny was down on her in an instant, again unbuttoning her jacket to reveal a tight green t-shirt. Jenny’s boobs weren’t as abundant as Chloe’s fine bosom but were still a good handful. This time his fondling appeared more forceful and cruel as he pinched her nipples unkindly.
“I’m going to have some fun with you, Jenny,” he promised her.
Now you might wonder what I’d been doing while this unpleasant scene unfolded.
It seemed that everyone had forgotten I was there and, not being the most forthcoming, I hadn’t done anything to remind them of my presence. I was caught between two overwhelming feelings: disgust at this cruel spectacle and excitement at seeing two beautiful girls’ boobs being groped.
Yes, I know how wrong it was but I couldn’t help it. I’m not proud about how I felt but at least I then tried to do something to improve the situation
I could feel a righteous anger building in me as Kenny slid a hand down around Jenny’s hips to squeeze her bottom. But I had no idea what to do. I took a deep breath and then another as I furiously tried to think of a solution, some way to stop things turning even more nasty.
In the end, going for a simple direct resolution, I blurted out, “Stop that.” Please don’t underestimate how difficult it was do that, no matter how inane an option it was. But at least I had made an effort to say how I felt.
So I was little upset that no-one seemed to have heard me. I tried it again this time with some force behind my voice.
“Fucking stop that!” I screamed at the top of my voice.
They all turned to look at me. Jenny looked wide-eyed and terrified. Chloe gave me the ghost of a smile. Kenny sneered at me contemptuously,
“Or what?” he said, striding over to tower above me.
I’m not sure where I got the courage from but I managed to splutter an ineffectual answer. “Or you’ll be in trouble, you, you, you bastard,” I threatened.
Kenny stepped back with a puzzled expression as if he’d just met a talking labrador. He looked around briefly before kicking me in the stomach.
It hurt.
Let me say that again with the proper emphasis; it really really really fucking hurt!
His goons laughed as he strode back to the girls.
“Right tie her legs up too,” he ordered gesturing to the admirably lovely Chloe. “We’re going to go and get the Blue flag and then the Green one. And when we’re back, we’re going to continue our discussion in private,” he warned Jenny pointedly, stroking her hair menacingly.
The Red squad gathered their gear and loped off in the direction of the Blue camp, boasting about what they would do when they were back. Listening to their comments, it seemed that Chloe was as much at threat as Jenny.
Once they were gone the girls tried to stand but found that they could only stagger a few tiny steps before falling again.
“Oh shit, shit, shit,” Jenny cursed as she tried to pull her wrists out their bindings. “It’s no bloody use, there’s no way I can get my fucking hands out.” You could tell she was maybe a touch stressed.
Chloe was calmer but I could tell she was angry. “Those arseholes,” she said, rolling her head from side-to-side in obvious discomfort. “They really hurt my neck.”
“Are you all right?” Jenny asked.
“Yeah, I’m OK. It’s just a bit sore. Right, it’ll take half an hour to get to the Blue camp and back. And then another half an hour and back to our camp. Let’s just think about what we can do to get away.”
“It’s all right for you,” Jenny replied acerbically. “You’re going to get away with a bit of a groping. Kenny’s going to rape me when he gets back. I could see it in his eyes!” Jenny tried to crawl along the floor but struggled to a halt, sobbing uncontrollably.
Chloe sighed. “Jenny, it’s OK. Come on, there’s no point in panicking. We just need to think. Perhaps we can wait for a few minutes and then shout for help.”
“You don’t understand, Chloe,” Jenny whined. “You know why we broke up. He wanted to have full sex and for me to, you know, give him head; but I didn’t want to. So he dumped me and went off with that slag Katy Beckford!” Interesting gossip, I thought. “But he always gets what he wants. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s been planning this ever since we broke up,” she continued pathetically.
They prattled on for a while in a similar vein.
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While all this was going on, I was recovering from being winded by Kenny’s boot. Despite my heroic, crucial and painful intervention they seemed to have overlooked me once more.
I cleared my throat causing them to jump.
“Oh shit, Martin. I forgot you were there,” Jenny said. Told you so.
Chloe was a little more sympathetic. She tottered over to me before collapsing down next to me. “Sorry, Martin, are you OK? Thanks for stepping in earlier. If you hadn’t interrupted, I think they might have got carried away,” she breathed. Her eyes were soft and brown and warm. God, she was hot.
I immediately blushed and began to stutter incomprehensively.
Chloe just smiled at me. It wasn’t an oh-my-god-what-a-nerdy-idiot kind of smile more of an it’s-ok-calm-down-we’re-all-friends-here-I-promise-not-to-bite type of smile. At least it had the immediate effect of making me feel better.
“It’s fine, I’m OK,” I replied bravely.
“Oh, good. He really gave you a whack, didn’t he?” she asked concernedly.
“Yes, but it’s all right,” I said, soldiering on, quite literally.
Jenny interrupted. “What the fuck are you talking to him for? Don’t you understand, we need to get away! He’s going to be no fucking help!” she ranted.
You can really go off people, can’t you?
“Jenny, please. If he hadn’t distracted Kenny, you might already have lost your precious virginity!” Chloe replied with sterling judgement.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Chloe. Let’s just get away, you stupid slut. You might like to shag around, but I’m not going to wait around here to be used by that git!” she cried.
Chloe looked at her evenly, stonily silent, but I could tell she was furious. Obviously, so could Jenny.
“Sorry, Chloe. I didn’t mean that. I’m just terrified…” she started but was interrupted.
“Stupid Slut? Shag around?” Chloe’s look was as frosty as a really really frosty thing.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just that I’m not as experienced as you. The whole thing just petrifies me,” Jenny apologised.
Wow. So Jenny was a virgin and Chloe was ’experienced’. Fantastic, I thought, already reordering my fantasies, ready for when I was alone with my right hand.
I decided to interject.
“Um, if it helps, I might be able to help us escape,” I said.
They both looked at me.
“What do you mean?” Jenny asked.
“Um, it’s just that, I’ve got a knife,” I said.
“Oh, Martin! I could kiss you!” Chloe said her eyes bright, with perhaps just a touch of worship in them.
“Really?” I squeaked, stunned by the thought of kissing this soft-lipped perfect-figured stunner.
“Really,” she laughed. “In fact get us out of this and I’ll do a damn sight more!”
“Where is it?” said Jenny, rudely interrupting my reverie.
“Oh, um, it’s here, strapped to the inside of my left thigh. It’s a steak knife.” Now, you might ask why I had a steak knife strapped to the inside of my thigh. First of all, if I’d had access to a proper hunting knife then I’d have used that. However such things aren’t so easy to come by for middle-class schoolboys in the Home Counties of England so I’d made do with stealing a steak knife from home.
And the reason I’d strapped it there wasn’t because I’d really thought I’d ever need it but you just never know, do you? And anyway it made me feel big and manly and dangerous.
“Your thigh, why your thigh?” Jenny asked ungratefully.
“So that it wouldn’t be found in a search. And it wasn’t!” I replied, amazed at my lack of temerity. Maybe this talking-to-girls lark wasn’t as difficult as I’d imagined.
Chloe was a lot more positive. “Who cares why? The question is how do we get to it?”
This was a fair question. My arms were tied behind the tree. The girls could hardly walk and their hands were tied at the wrists behind their backs. This wouldn’t be easy or, indeed, allow much personal space.
They shuffled closer on their knees and had a good look at my crotch. I had often dreamt of such moments but these weren’t quite the circumstances I’d imagined.
After an embarrassing inspection, Chloe spoke. “Well, we’re just going to have pull his trousers down to get the knife.”
It’s funny but if you’d asked me how I would have felt to hear Chloe McRoss say she wanted to pull my trousers down then I don’t think my reply would have been absolute terror. But it was.
Because I knew exactly what would happen if these two young goddesses started to fumble at my crotch. I would get an erection. And then surely my life would be over in a storm of humiliation. I could see it now as word spread across the school about Martin’s hard-on. Oh, the shame.
“No, you can’t!” I said, pulling my knees up to my chest defensively.
The girls looked at each other before some unspoken agreement saw Jenny shuffling a touch closer so that her face was a foot away from mine. Her eyes were ever so blue.
“Please, Martin. I’m really sorry I was rude to you. I’m just very frightened. But I really need you to be my hero,” she said. I noticed Chloe raise an eyebrow sardonically at this shameless attempt to manipulate me.
Even so, I blushed once more and smiled inanely. “Um, OK,” I agreed because right at that very moment I would have done anything for her.
“Thanks, Martin,” Jenny said before turning on the spot laboriously on her knees to face away from me.
“Chloe, help me” she said as I opened and extended my legs.
Chloe sighed, “OK, back a bit, bit more right, you’re there.”
Jenny shuffled back a touch more until her hands they were groping at my lower stomach. She could move them reasonably freely as they were bound at the wrist. “Where’re the laces?” she asked, groping a few inches above my genitals. My cock twitched at her touch. I tried to think of something other than her lovely bottom only inches away from genitals.
“There! You’ve got it!” Chloe said as Jenny deftly pulled at the loose ends of the drawstring to undo the bow holding up my green lightweight trousers.
It took a lot longer to undo the button though and, by the time she eventually managed to do so, I was feeling pretty uncomfortable. It wasn’t just Jenny’s fiddling with my trousers or her peachy bottom enclosed so cosily in her khakis either. Chloe was leaning in close guiding Jenny’s scrabbling and her jacket was open giving me a wonderful view of her magnificent bosom under her green vest. Considering her trim waist and slender legs, she really did have enormous tits.
“Jenny, please, I think you should stop,” I warned.
“It’s OK, I’m nearly done,” she replied obliviously.
My cock had got harder and harder even though I was doing my best to distract myself by thinking about Mrs. Thatcher nude and trying to recite the Arsenal first XI.
Luckily it wasn’t too obvious as it was pointing down my left leg, trapped by my boxer shorts.
However as Jenny managed to get hold of my flies to tug them down, I could tell that Chloe had noticed my predicament.
I looked into her big brown eyes in a panic knowing that any second now my erection would be fairly obvious to both of them even if it were inside my underwear.
And then Chloe made everything worse. She glanced at the bulge down my leg and smiled, before pushing her chest out and deliberately and lasciviously licking her lips. My hard-on reached its maximum dimensions instantly.
“Oh fuck,” I said just as Jenny grabbed hold of my trousers and pulled them down hard.
Unfortunately she grabbed a handful of my boxers with it and, although the lightweights came down enough to expose the top of the knife, my cock exploded out of my shorts like a startled pheasant.
Chloe’s eyes widened as Jenny, still unaware of my exposure, fumbled around behind her. “Where is it?” she asked, trying to find the knife.
It took a few seconds for her to realise what she was holding as her hands came down around my straining stiffy. I didn’t disabuse her as her soft fingers felt divine as they gently and quizzically clasped my cock, squeezing perplexedly.
“Oh, fuck!” I sighed.
When she did finally comprehend that she was holding my dick, she shot forward in a panic. “Oh my god!” she screeched as she fell unceremoniously flat on her face.
Chloe giggled maniacally as Jenny turned to gaze at my cock in utter disgust. Then she looked up at me like I’d shat in her porridge.
“You animal,” she said emotionally.
“I’m sorry! I couldn’t help it. I told you to stop. I’m not used to anyone touching me there!” I said.
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Jenny shook her head incredulously as she stared at my erection.
She turned to the hysterical Chloe. “And you! You could have warned me. This just isn’t funny!”
However, Chloe obviously thought that it was as she rolled around in uninhibited mirth.
“You, you, should have seen your face when you got hold of it” she eventually gasped. Jenny didn’t crack a smile.
I was feeling highly embarrassed as my erect penis stood proudly exposed but at the same time elated. After all Jenny Andrews, the gorgeous willowy blonde babe Jenny Andrews had just held my cock. In her actual real hands. Still the situation was awkward to say the least.
“What do we do now?” Jenny asked after Chloe had eventually composed herself.
“I suppose we get the knife,” Chloe said, leaning in close to have a look at how it was strapped to my thigh. “Wow, Martin, you’ve got a big one.”
“Really?” I asked incredulously.
“Yeah. It’s the biggest I’ve ever seen,” she said with perhaps a touch of enthusiasm in her voice. For the first time ever, I felt proud of part of my body. Chloe McRoss had said I had a big cock!
“She should know,” Jenny said bitchily. “And I’m going anywhere near that,” she added firmly.
Chloe raised her eyebrow again. Fuck, she was beautiful. “In which case it looks like Kenny will be back in ten minutes to find you here and Martin’s cock waving around in the wind. I, for one, am not keen on that situation.” She gave me a surreptitious wink. My cock twitched in response.
Jenny looked defeated. “It’s just that I don’t want to touch…” she spluttered to a halt.
“Come on, Jenny,” Chloe said. “It’s just a cock. You gave Kenny handjobs didn’t you?”
“Yes, but I fancied Kenny. This is different. Anyway, why don’t you get it? You’ve felt loads more than me,” Jenny challenged, unwisely in my opinion.
Chloe’s eyes flashed briefly in annoyance. I decided that I would never want to get on the wrong side of her.
“Let’s do it together,” Chloe suggested after a moment. Jenny nodded.
They actually managed to get the knife off my thigh disappointingly quickly, although Chloe gave my cock a little friendly squeeze as they did so. I couldn’t see her face but I think it might have been deliberate. In any case it certainly had the result of keeping me hard and proud.
“Ow!” I squawked as they ripped the surgical tape off my leg to release the knife, taking half my leg hair with it.
“Oops! Sorry, Martin, I’ll kiss it better later,” Chloe teased, unnecessarily but with an affectionate smile.
“What do we do now?” Jenny asked, looking at the slightly blunt and somewhat pathetic steak knife.
Chloe thought briefly. “It depends. If they’re going to our camp directly then they’ll be back in about thirty-five minutes. But if they go via here they could be here in five minutes.”
Jenny shook her head. “It’s on the way. They’ll come back here first,” she said resignedly.
Chloe agreed, “I think so too. And I think it’s going to take more than five minutes to cut through these ropes even if we free only one of us. Which means we need to hide the knife and put Martin back into his pants and do him up before they get back. And then when they go off to our camp we can get away.”
Jenny stared aghast at my erection but nodded.
Chloe looked me in the eye. “Martin, be honest, is it going to go soft by itself?”
“No,” I answered honestly.
“Right, Jenny, we’re going to have to help him because there’s no way we’ll be able to get it back in like that,” Chloe said.
“Oh, my god,” Jenny cursed. “Chloe, please will you do it?”
Chloe frowned at her but said, “I’ll start it off but you might have to help, Jenny. After all this is all your ex-boyfriend’s fault,” she chastised. I thought that this was a little disingenuous as Chloe had seemed to have gone out of her way to make and keep me hard but I decided not to contradict her as my heart was in my mouth.
They weren’t they really talking about tossing me off, were they?
My question was answered as Chloe shuffled around and grabbed my cock between her two delightful elegant hands. They felt cool and soft and divine.
“Let me know when you’re going to come,” she warned before beginning to bounce awkwardly on her knees to move her bound hands up and down my shaft.
It’s difficult to describe how I felt. It was a mixture of disbelief, pleasure and frustration. It was amazing that I was being masturbated by one of the most beautiful girls in existence but it was also immensely irritating that she couldn’t really get hold of me to do it properly.
Chloe rapidly came to the same conclusion. “It’s not working, Jenny. I can’t get into a proper rhythm. Martin, do you think you’ll come if I keep going like this?”
Now, the honest answer was yes. It might not have been as wonderful as it could have been but it was by far the most fabulous feeling I had ever experienced. But I decided to play along and see what would happen if I said no.
Jenny groaned in annoyance at me. “Let me have a go,” she said.
Jenny’s hands felt just as good and to be fair she put a lot more effort into it even though it was still stilted and clumsy. I could feel myself building up to orgasm but then Chloe leant in towards me behind Jenny’s back and mouthed, “Hold on,” and then licked her lips slowly.
Although the sight of her long pink tongue sliding over her moist full lips made me even more excited I managed to blurt a lie out to Jenny. “Jenny, it’s not working.”
She pulled away from me just in time and swore. “Well what the fuck do we do now? They’ll be here in a few minutes!” she cried in a panic.
Chloe glanced up at me briefly before saying, “There’s one more thing we can try. We could use our mouths.”
Jenny looked at her in absolute revulsion. “You have got to be kidding. I’m never ever going to put that thing in my mouth. You can do it if you want to.”
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Chloe finally allowed her annoyance to show. “Well, fine. I’d be happy to do it but my neck hurts from when your ex’s goons attacked me so I can’t do it by myself. Let’s just sit here and wait for them to come back and find Martin with his cock sticking out. I can’t wait to see how Kenny reacts. I wonder what position he’s going to take you in? I’d guess from behind as he seems to love your arse.” she finished acerbically. What a girl.
Jenny looked extremely distressed and I almost felt sorry for her. I was about to say something when she nodded. “Chloe, show me what to do.”
Oh fuck, I thought. She wasn’t really going to, was she?
Chloe gave me a quick satisfied smile before bringing her head down so that she was a few inches from my cock. “I’ll start him off, Jenny. I know you’ve never done it before but it’s really easy.” Her breath tickled me as she spoke.
As Jenny watched on, Chloe looked up at me and slowly, deliberately slid her mouth down over my cock, pulling my foreskin down with her lips. She swirled her tongue around my knob, grimacing slightly at the taste - after all I’d not had shower for two days. Despite this she unhurriedly moved her mouth up and down, smiling at me around her mouthful of cock.
It felt better than I had ever imagined. I mean I’d always thought it would feel good but this really was way way beyond anything I could have dreamt. Her mouth was hot and wet and tight around me.
When she broke off suddenly, I groaned in frustration.
“Go on, Jenny,” Chloe said. “I’ve started it off for you but my neck hurts…”
Jenny’s eyes were wide with apprehension but as her mouth enclosed me, for some reason, my sympathy for her disappeared to be replaced by unmitigated bliss.
“That’s it, move up and down and lick him with your tongue,” Chloe directed with a smug smirk.
Jenny did as advised and it blew my mind. “Oh fuck, oh fuck yes,” I moaned as she closed her eyes tight and bobbed her head frantically,
You could tell she wasn’t as experienced as Chloe but it still felt astonishingly marvellous.
“That’s it keep sucking hard. He’s getting close,” Chloe offered helpfully and she was right.
“When he comes, make sure none of it escapes. It’ll be obvious if any spunk drops on his trousers,” Chloe warned causing Jenny to moan in alarm, probably at the thought of a mouthful of my gunk. However probably because she didn’t have much of an option, she kept going.
Unfortunately for Jenny, when I did come it was the most explosive orgasm of my life. I spurted and spunked repeatedly, filling her pretty virgin mouth with my jism. Rather sportingly she kept bobbing her head gently until I had completely finished after which she spat it all onto the ground in disgust.
“Oh, my god, that was horrible,” she complained. I have to say I disagreed with her.
Chloe gave me a huge smug smile before the two of them tried to get me back into a presentable state.
They weren’t able to lace or button up my trousers but as they managed to pull the top of my jacket down enough so it wasn’t obvious. The knife was hidden underneath my bottom and we were ready a good five minutes before anyone came back, more than enough time for us to have cut through at least one set of ropes if we’d started right at the beginning. I decided not to mention this.
Kenny and his thugs came back in triumph with the captured Blue standard. They seemed to be excited about the prospect of getting the Green flag but Kenny still had time to abuse Jenny a little more. This time she didn’t particularly struggle.
In fact when he squeezed her tits, she just looked him in the eye challengingly. And when he tried to kiss her, she just opened her mouth for a long lingering snog. Kenny gave a mild grimace at Jenny’s bad breath but I guess he just thought it was a consequence of being on exercise for two days rather than the slightly more remote possibility that she’d just sucked me off.
“You evil cow!” Chloe exclaimed after the Red squad had left for their next acquisition.
Jenny burst into a fit of giggles. “I know! He always used to go on at me so much to suck his cock, I just thought he should find out what it tasted like,” she sniggered wickedly.
And really that’s the tale apart from a few loose ends, I suppose.
Jenny managed to saw through Chloe’s ropes pretty quickly and we were all free very soon afterwards. We even managed to win the exercise because we’d seen where Kenny had stashed the Blue flag and we were able to find the Red one too, so we were the heroes of the platoon.
Not that I really cared. All I could think about were those big brown smiling eyes. Apart from when I was thinking about those sparkling blue ones. Oh and those hot wet mouths. And those big firm tits. In any case, I had a lot of nice things to think about and I did it incessantly.
Jenny extracted a promise from both Chloe and I that we would never tell anyone about what had happened but she seemed a lot more relaxed as soon as she was out of Kenny’s power. When I saw her at school that week, she even made a few jokes about what happened.
However, in the end, despite having come in Jenny’s perfect mouth it was Chloe with whom I became friends. In fact we actually went out for a few months or at least we had a private series of casual sexual encounters as, if truth be told, she didn’t really seem too keen to be seen out with me in public.
Not that I was complaining. It was nice to be wanted even if it was only for my body. I decided not to feel cheap or offended. In any case, she taught me an awful lot and gave me real enduring confidence.
So now although I’m still a nerd, I’m a confident one.
And that’s my story. Every word absolutely true even if it might all be very unlikely. Believe me.
The End
Good Night And Sweet Dreams
The Black Bikini
The ringing telephone made Teqi Watson frown as she worked on a cake that would go the local library for its annual fund raiser. She had three more already finished, but this one was special and she wanted to get it right the first time. Another sharp ring from the shop phone made her hand jump and she cursed as saw the letting become a mass blob of golden frosting. “Damn.” Wiping her hands, she reached for the phone and growled as she answered it. “TEQI’S CAKE SHACK. SPECIALTY CAKES MADE TO ORDER.”
“Teqi, it’s Jazz, we…umm…we can’t find Hopper.” Teqi’s older sister sounded frantic. “We’ve looked everywhere, Jimmy said he saw him about an hour ago, talking to some man on the beach here, then that was it, and no one has seen him since.”
The worse known fear a mother can feel clutched at Teqi as she took in the news her son was missing. “You lost my son!!!!!!! Jasmine, why weren’t you watching him, what were you doing…no don’t answer that, I forgot that Richie is with you.” That was her sister’s latest lover and of course Jazz wouldn’t be watching as closely as she should. They would be too busy swallowing each other’s tongues. “I’ll be right there, where are you?”
“Paradise Cove, right under that new house they built here last year. The owner gave us permission to come down and…”
God, Teqi groaned, not that place again. She had to have been the only person in town who cheered when a developer got the land somehow and threw up a number of expensive homes over looking it, pretty much cutting off public access. It seemed to be intent on causing her grief though no matter what. First pain and humiliation, the loss of her virginity and a man who had made her feel like something worthwhile. It had given her Hopper though, and now it threatened to take him away.
Pulling off her apron, she went to the front of the shop and looked at Mrs. Ames, her clerk. “Ann, I need to go out for a while, Jazz has lost my son out at Paradise Cove, and can you lock up if I’m not back by closing time?”
Ann Ames nodded. “I’m sure he’s fine Teqi, the water is calm there and since they built those houses no one goes in the old caves any more.”
No, no one went in the caves anymore. Once they had served as shelter for the sudden rain storms that came up on the Oregon coast, and for others they had become the only part of the cove to offer any hint of privacy for lovers. Thinking about it, she was sure that Jazz and Richie hadn’t noticed her son wander off because they had no doubt been in one of them. Honestly, she was going to kill her sister. Didn’t Jazz watch the news, read the paper?
Part of her wanted to panic while the more reasonable side of her told her that Hopper was a eleven years old boy with a good head on his shoulders. He knew what to do in almost any emergency and what to do if someone tried to snatch him. Still, she felt a fear that refused to go away. God, no, not Hopper, she was all he had. More then she had ever expected in her life. She had taken on the whole world to bring him life and she refused to let him be taken from her so easy.
As she drove memories flooded over her. Back over a decade ago to her eighteenth birthday; this was when Jazz had given her the black bikini. She had looked at her older sister like she was crazy, there was no way she was ever going to wear it, her sister might like showing off her over abundant body in things like that, but not her. She didn’t like being tall and full figured. Maybe if she had been older, had learned to accept what god had given her as Jazz had, but she hadn’t. It was bad enough that despite the body from hell, she was beautiful, as beautiful as Jazz and the rest of her female relation. No woman in the Watson clan was ugly at all. Their mother, a tall, slender woman with bright blue eyes and striking white blonde hair that showed her Viking heritage, had been born with perfect features. The well shaped cheekbones, the full lips, the long slender nose, and slightly almond shaped eyes. Her face had been kissed with a golden glow that lasted year round.
From their father Tony, they had gotten his height as well and his bulk. Jazz and Teqi both had his striking black hair and their skin tone was a shade paler then his, making their violet eyes stand out even more. The two of them were almost twins despite being born five years apart with a brother in between. Jazz had always been more out going then Teqi and still was. She had been married twice, had known more lovers then her sister cared to count and was raising three sons from three different men. Teqi knew her sister’s goal was to have a girl, and wasn’t going to stop until she did.
Teqi would have liked to have a daughter, but she didn’t mind having a son. Hopper was tall and slender for his age, and more like his missing father then he was like her. Andy had been tall like her, and slender but with broad muscular shoulders and they tapered down to a pair of nicely narrow hips that had fit between her thighs quite nicely. She had liked how his sandy colored hair and bright green eyes fit his freckled face and his mouth had felt on hers.
Catching where her mind was going Teqi frowned. This was not the time to be remembering how good he had fucked her that first time; making her loss of virginity more like a celebration of life then anything else. She preferred to remember at night, when the air was still and quiet and she lay back in her bed, naked while her fingers explored her in the way his had. Remembering how he had sucked on her nipples until they were hard little rocks and he had put his hand between her legs and stroked her throbbing clit until she had felt like she would go mad. How as she had cum for the first time while he had licked and sucked her clit over and over while his long fingers pumped in and out of her wet pussy.
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She could still feel at times how his long, slender cock had felt as he slammed it past her barrier and took it away for ever. In the throes of cumming with more power then anything she had ever felt; the pain had been nothing. Instead she had wrapped her long legs around his waist and started to fuck him back as if she had been doing it forever. After wards he had just held her until they were both ready for more and spent the entire night in that cave making love.
After he had left like other summer visitors to her town, she had thought how funny it was that he had been the one who she did it with. After all, her whole summer had been ruined by his sister and a group of her friends. Just two days before, she had gone to the beach with her sister and while Jazz went off with her current boyfriend Teqi had laid on a blanket trying to work on her tan. His kid sister and her friends had made sarcastic remarks about the bikini and her size every time they went by, which had been nothing new in her life. Especially from girls like them with perfect bodies and the sun bleached blonde California looks.
The worst of it had come when she fell asleep lying on her stomach. One of the girls had crept up, untied the sides to the bottom of the suit, and then untied the top at the neck and back. Then they had put cut out letters at the middle of her back and laid them out so they would stand out. When Jazz had come back to the blanket two hours later, it had been her roar that woke Teqi up, causing her to startle and come up to see what was wrong, her suit had fallen off her, and so had the letters “FAT ASS” now burned into her skin. Jazz’s boyfriend had been the only one with sense enough to throw a blanket around her, and the laughter of the girls had been all Teqi heard as she ran to the car.
Teqi had refused to go back to the cove for almost a week after that and when Jazz had finally wore her down, she went dressed in jeans and a t-shirt even if the weather was in the nineties. She had been glad to see the girls were gone but been surprised when Andy had come and sat down beside her. He had been the best looking man in the world to her young eyes, and he had actually been smiling at her.
“I came to apologize for what my sister and her friends did to you the other day. They have been shipped home and put on total summer grounding. My mother was so embarrassed, and I never saw my dad so mad in my life. We tried to find out who you were and where you lived, but no one would tell us, the girls seemed to have pissed off a lot of the locals with their little stunt.”
That hadn’t surprised Teqi when she thought about it. The local folks were all close knit and stuck together against the summer crowd who invaded them. “Well, tell your folks I appreciate their concern, but it’s nothing new, I didn’t want to wear the damn thing anyway. But telling my sister Jazz no is like trying to tell a seagull it can’t eat fish.”
“Well, still, I liked it. It would have never happened if I hadn’t left to go have a couple beers with a guy I met fishing down at the pier. I’m Andy, by the way, Andy Montrose, and you are…?” He held out his hand.
“Teqi Watson, my folks own the bakery in town.” They had shook hands, and Teqi had felt a reluctance to give his back, not that he had seemed to mind.
“Teqi, that is a cool name, but I’ve never heard it before…”
She had smiled shyly then. “Its short for Tequila, mom swears the night she got pregnant with me was the night her and dad were at the bar drinking Tequila Sunrises. So, hence my full name is Tequila Sunrise Watson.”
Andy had nodded. “I like that, it’s totally original. What is Jazz’s?”
“Jasmine Wildwood Watson, we have a brother name Whiskey Sour and a sister named Southern Comfort…my folks drink a lot…” She had seen him laugh at that, and had thought it was the most wonderful sound in the world.
They had spent the afternoon talking and she had discovered he was in his third year of college at UCLA. He had spent seven years in the Army before he had decided not to reenlist again, and had started college after a year of becoming unmilitary. “So,” he had told her, “that means that I am twenty nine years old. The oldest of four kids and not inclined to play stupid games.”
No, he hadn’t been and when Jazz came back with her boyfriend from exploring one of the caves, it had been close to dinner time. Andy had taken them out for burgers and afterwards they had gotten beer and gone back to the cove. He had been curious about the caves and armed with flashlights and the beer the four of them had went to the one Jazz preferred. They had built a small fire and settled back to drink beer and just relax, it had gone that way until Jazz and Phil had decided to start to play and they had not been very private about it.
She had been young but not stupid and when she saw the bulge in his jeans, she knew Andy was getting horny. The problem was so was Teqi. So, she had settled closer to him and let her hand accidently slip down to the bulge. That had been all she needed to do, he had looked at her with a smile and closed his hand over hers. As she had rubbed it softly, he had bent his head and kissed her slowly.
At least it had started out slow, but it had become more heated and more demanding from both of them. Soon her tee shirt and bra had landed somewhere else along with his shirt, and they had been as bad as Jazz and Phil, uncaring of anyone nearby. He had kissed her over and over while his hands explored her breasts and the rest of her body in a way that no boy had done it before. Over and over he had whispered how gorgeous she was and how he loved the feel of her body under his hands. He had sucked her nipples and licked and caressed them while she had felt her lower body flood with juices from her pussy. When he finally got her jeans off, he had groaned with pleasure at her moisture.
“My god Teqi, you feel so hot and wet, it’s like a rainforest down there, all hot and steamy.” Trying to swallow her tongue, he had run his fingers up and down her slick slit and run his thumb over her clit. At the same time she had been stroking and caressing his swollen cock and more then once she had dipped her head to taste it and take it into her mouth. Now, he had looked at her and the unasked question had been in his eyes.
She had sucked him while his fingers worked at her pussy and more then once she felt his fingers probe at both her pussy and her ass hole. She had wanted to tell him he could pop her cherry if he wanted, that she had no need for it around here, but instead he had been easy and gentle with her as she swirled her tongue over his cum filled balls.
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Suddenly he had gripped her head and put his cock back in her mouth and began to pump in and out. “Oh God Teqi, I’m going to cum honey, I can’t wait anymore. I got to cum in your mouth or go crazy…” His first shot had felt like a bullet hitting the back of her throat but she had swallowed him quickly and each shot after that. When it was over, she had expected all of it to be over; instead he had laid her back on the blanket and opened her legs to look down at her pussy. “Hmm, so sweet looking, I need a taste of that. I love sweet pussy Teqi.”
She had needed it as well as he got his thumb working on her clit while he used his other hand to send his thumb into her pussy and a finger into her tight ass at the same time. Soon he was fucking her with one hand and sucking and biting at her clit like a mad man. Her moans grew louder and louder as she felt the tension in her build. Then as if she had been hit by a strong ocean breaker, she began to cum, the lava flowing out of her she had cried out not caring that her sister and Phil could hear. “Oh my God, Andy, I’m cumming, yes, I’m cumming and it feels so fucking good, don’t stop Andy, please, don’t stop.”
He had; but only long enough to slam his cock into her and fuck her almost senseless through more cums and hard, relentless fucking. Over and over her cries had echoed in the cave and each time had seemed to drive him on even more until his balls released another full load of cum. “Teqi, I’m cumming honey, I’m cumming in your hot, steamy pussy. I can’t stop baby, I can’t stop and I don’t want to. Fuck me baby, fuck my cock slam your cunt up to meet me baby. I’ve never fucked a woman like you before, so hot and wet and as hungry for me as I am for you, never dreamed of it being like this with anyone!”
When he had shot his final bit, he had collapsed on her and together they had worked hard to regain their senses. Not that they had stayed sane for long, over and over through the night they had shared the hot sex and loving aftermath until near dawn they had fallen asleep.
She had woken alone, Jazz and Phil still sleep but Andy had been gone. A piece of paper left behind to even tell her it hadn’t been a dream.
“Teqi,
My dad came looking for me shortly after the sun came up. I didn’t want to leave but we had to head for home today. Vacation time is over love, and I don’t know if I’ll ever see you again. I know you may not believe this, but I fell in love with you last night. Not a lust – love kind of thing, but something I’ve never felt before. So I hope I do see you again and that someday we can be together for more then one night. I’m putting down my name, phone number and address. Call me, write me, and tell me you feel the same. I’ll miss you and if we never meet again, know I will always remember and love you.
Love,
Andy”
She had cried then, cried until there was nothing left. Shoving the note in the pocket of her jeans, she had gone out of the cave and into the water of the ocean. God, her night had been so perfect, it had almost felt like a dream. She had known then that no one but Andy could ever make her feel the way he had.
For days she had written him letters, intending to mail them all. But when she had gone to find his note, all she had found was a ball of paper that had gone with her jeans through the washer. A call to UCLA once she discovered she was pregnant had revealed that yes he had been there, but a family emergency had caused him to leave school. No, they couldn’t give her his home address or phone number for privacy reasons. No, they didn’t know if or when he would be back.
So it had gone for the last twelve years, she had kept Hopper and raised him even while she went to the local college and learned business management, when her grandparents passed away, she had been left enough to start a small business and in the last five years it had done well. The Teqi Cake Shack had a prime spot on Main Street and while she would never be a millionaire, she was comfortable.
Over the years, she had met men, even dated, but none of them had ever come close to how Andy had made her feel that night, and she had never once regretted keeping his child. Now her sister had misplaced him. She felt that same rage and fear in her now as she pulled up behind Jazz’s SUV. But where were the police, the Coast Guard? Why was her sister standing on the porch of a house smiling so big and brightly? And where the hell was her son?
Even as she climbed out of the car, a tall, slender body came running from behind his aunt. “Mom!”
They met half way to the porch. “Hopper, where were you? What have you been told about running off…?” Even as she hugged him, her fear made her yell at him almost. “Oh god baby, you scared me half to death.”
He looked up at her with beautiful green eyes. “I’m sorry mom; it was Aunt Jazz and Andrew’s idea. They wanted a good reason for you to come here today.”
“Andrew, who the hell is Andrew, and what do you mean they wanted a good reason…what the hell is going on Jazz?” Her sister was walking toward with a grin on her face.
“Just a misunderstanding sis, come on in though, you have got to see this house. It’s gorgeous. Come on, you should be glad Hopper is safe and not in the hands of some pervert.”
Teqi wondered what the hell was going on. “I need a drink…” The words slipped out of her mouth even as she crossed the threshold into the most beautiful house she had ever seen. Who ever Andrew was, he had to be rich. Maybe he was a rich pervert.
“Did I hear someone say they needed a drink?” A male voice came from behind a room divider and it was one that sounded oddly familiar to Teqi. Before she could move, a tall, well built man in his late 30’s or early 40’s appeared in front of her holding a tall glass with a twist of lemon on the edge. “Will a Tequila Sunrise suit you, or will a Whiskey Sour do instead…?” His bright green eyes sparkled as brightly as his son’s. “Hello love…”
“Andy?” She looked at him in disbelief, “you’re Andrew?”
He nodded. “I plead guilty Teqi, but come on in and sit down before you fall down, you look in shock.” He took her arm and led her into a huge living room that overlooked the cove. “I’m sorry we gave you such a fright, but Jazz told me how hard you work and that you would never come out here without a good reason. Hopper was the one who suggested it actually. He is my son isn’t he?”
She nodded. “Yes, I tried to get in touch with you as soon as I knew, but they said you left school.”
He nodded, looking saddened for a moment. “Dad had a major heart attack at work right after we got home. Threw us all into a state of shock, he passed away right after school started up and I had to take over the family business.”
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