Lucy knew she was in trouble the moment the lieutenant looked at her watch and locked her up at the position of attention. “It is now 2:30 in the morning. You said you were going to smoke at 1:15. Where the hell have you been all this time, Spc. Delacruz, and the idea of lying to me had better not even cross your mind.”
Dammit, Lucy thought. She was as good as dead, but as long as she could convince Linda to keep the matter strictly between the two of them, there might be a chance to get out of this relatively unscathed. “I was with Cpl. Richards, ma’am.”
“Where?”
Lucy gulped. “In his shop van, ma’am.”
“Doing what?”
Lucy felt eviscerated. “Having sex,” she mumbled just loud enough for the lieutenant to hear.
“I didn’t hear you! Speak up when you talk to me!” Linda snapped, and Lucy did something totally unexpected: she snapped right back. Losing all sense of military bearing, she leaned in as close as she could to Linda and lit into her. “I was in Cpl. Richards’ van having the absolute best sex I have *ever* had!”
Lucy then returned to the position of attention, fully expecting swift and decisive punishment. Instead, Linda merely sipped from a bottle of water and exhaled deeply. “Thank you for at least telling me the truth, Lucy. Sgt. Young woke up a little while ago asking where you were, so I came out here to find you. Now sit down.” Significantly relieved, Lucy did as she was asked and lit up a smoke. She laughed as she took the first couple puffs, and Linda asked her what was so funny. “This has to be the best smoke I’ve had all day,” Lucy chuckled, getting a laugh out of Linda as well. “So, did he talk about me at all?” Linda asked.
“Yeah,” Lucy responded, clearly not wanting to divulge the details of the conversation she and Mike had had, but Linda asked for them anyway. “He could tell you weren’t really enjoying yourself, and he wasn’t enjoying himself either, so he didn’t want to waste his time any longer.”
Linda opened her mouth to rebut, but realized that she had been thinking the same thing. She switched the focus off of herself and back onto Lucy: “Well, did you two enjoy yourselves?”
“Are you kidding? I have never had sex that good in my life. Actually, before tonight, I found out I never had good sex period.”
“Damn, he’s that good?”
“He really is. But, you can’t expect a man to give you good sex if he’s not in his own element.”
“‘His own element?’”
“See, the thing with Cpl. Richards is, he says good sex should be loud, and here you two were in a tent full of sleeping people.”
“Well, I couldn’t leave the tent, but I needed some dick… what else was I supposed to do?”
“Hmm… don’t know what to tell you on that one,” Lucy mused. “All I know right now is that my kitty is happy, and here’s hoping I can keep her that way.” With that, Lucy finished her cigarette and went to sleep. Linda, meanwhile, finished her water as she contemplated the situation. Being the low officer on the pecking order had led to her being assigned night coverage for what would more than likely be the entire length of the deployment, so the luxury of slipping off for some late night dick was not an option. Attempting to get laid during the day would be an exercise in sheer stupidity, so she resigned herself to five more months without sex and went to sleep.
Meanwhile, Lucy and Mike fucked for at least two hours every night, only being discovered once by Mike’s platoon sergeant after a poor job of cleaning up. Fortunately for both of them, Mike’s platoon sergeant was also his shop foreman, so the matter was kept in-house, although Mike did have to stay an extra hour cleaning up the van for a week.
A month after they redeployed, Mike PCS’ed to Italy. He gave Lucy one more night of fireworks before he left for the airport. On the way, he reflected on something.
In his two years at his unit, that was the only time he ever went to sick call.
The End
Dawn’s First Time, In The Rain
Dawn is a small girl, into dance and karate. She’s originally from the Phillipines, and seems really predictable (well except for the fact that she does ballet and karate). I’m Gene, and I’m a fairly tall guy, who played hockey for a little bit and then stopped, and now I do curling.
She doesn’t get straight A’s in school, and she isn’t one of those people who virtuously volunteers all the time, but she is really sweet and has the cutest smile.
She wears nice, modest clothing, what’s in style but conservative. But I can’t help imagine her body underneath it, perfectly proportioned with small firm breasts and slightly curvy.
We sometimes chat between classes, and she comes across as a fairly shy girl, she seems almost young for her age.
I didn’t know she did ballet until the University has a talent show after exams, and a couple of her friends convince her into enter. She does a lyrical almost modern dance, and I am amazed at how she can move her body.
I don’t let on that I kind of like her, like a stoic, I hide it from my friends who are sitting next to me. I like to control my emotions, or at least control the physiological response to them. I’m worried about what people think, a lot.
I congratulate her afterwards, as she’s taking off her pointe shoes and the tape from her feet. She is glowing in the praise from everyone.
We’re finished classes after that. I get a job working at a really - shall we say quaint? - coffee shop, and don’t see her much for a few weeks.
It’s Tuesday and it’s dark out and pouring rain. The rain is coming vertically down, no wind just wet. I’m just closing up for the night, when I hear the door rattle. Looking around, I see Dawn walk in shaking off an umbrella. Her hair is pulled tightly back in a bun and she’s wearing a biggish white T-shirt that’s almost perfectly dry.
Not the most sexy clothes, but somehow I liked it. She’s a clean looking girl - clean, as well as neat with her hair pulled out of her face, and not too much makeup.
“Oh, I’m sorry, you’re closing now?” She asks quickly, and starts to put up her umbrella again, her head down.
“No, not for a couple more minutes,” I lie. “What can I getcha?” We’re actually closed a couple minutes ago.
She looks up at the list and thinks. God, she’s beautiful. I busy myself with wiping off the counter and try to sneak peeks at her. Her face is soft and nesquick coloured, and she always looks so honest and genuine. The way she’s standing there’s a delicate line in her neck.
“I’ll have hot chocolate,” she finally decides. “Would I be able to have a spoon with that, I know it’s a little weird but I like to have hot chocolate with a spoon.”
“Sure thing,” I say and I start to make it. While I’m pouring the milk, something I’ve done a hundred times this summer, I make conversation.
“So, were you just at ballet?” I guess.
“Yeah, I went to practice a little on my own.” She pauses. “I kind of like practicing this late, it makes me more creative or something.”
“I know what you mean,” I say. “It’s almost like it’s separate from the rest of the day.”
She smiles and sips her hot chocolate. “I don’t usually tell people I go practice this late. Some people sneak out of their houses to go to parties, I sneak out to practice pirouettes with nobody watching.”
I laugh and she smiles.
Then she looks a little puzzled, like there’s something she wants to say but she can’t quite get the wording right. She sets down the spoon, and I assume she’s finished with it. I reach over to put it away, and my hand knocks her hot chocolate.
It spills all over her white shirt, and the cup falls to the floor and breaks into two pieces. I’m torn between worrying that it didn’t cool off enough, to being excited about the wetness between her breasts and being able to see her dark bra, to feeling embarassed like I blew any chance I might have had of smoothly arranging a date with her.
“I’m so sorry,” we say at the same time.
Not good, the logical part of my brain is telling me. I always mask my emotions, but even as I think it I get warmer and my face turning red is out of my control.
She bends down and picks up the pieces of the cup, and sets them on the counter. “It’s okay,” I say, “It’s my fault.”
She smiles a little. “Well, I know how I can wash off the hot chocolate,” she says. “All I have to do is walk out in the rain. And she’s almost out the door, when she hesitates, then walks out into the rain.
I see through the window that the rain is beating down on her as she stands there, and then I see her umbrella. I walk over and pick up the umbrella and walk outside and stand beside her.
“Uh, you forgot,” I start, but I don’t put up the umbrella. Her shirt is becoming transparent, showing her shoulders through it. One bit of hair escapes from the bun.
I try to resist the feeling I’m getting, but I’m suddenly aware of my body temperature and my penis. I am in control of my emotions, I should be able to control this. Although I have no way to confirm this, I think Dawn’s a virgin, and I don’t want to even think for a second of taking advantage of her.
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She doesn’t take the umbrella, and as the water soaks both of us I start to feel it more. Her bra is dark blue with a little bright green and pink design near the bottom on one side. The fabric of her shirt is clinging to her, and so is mine.
I’ve never been completely drenched before, while wearing clothing. It makes me feel vulnerable, almost more intimate than if I were wearing nothing.
She’s standing close to me, and brushes her arm against mine. It couldn’t hurt to put my arm around her, but once I did I realize it’s a mistake. Now I feel even more pressure on my penis, and want her even nmore.
Then she surprises me, by standing on her toes and she kisses me.
I kiss her back. She’s cautious, but soon we’re kissing with tongue, our wet bodies pressed against each other. I can feel the shape of her body through the clinging fabric. I want to get out of my jeans, but I try to use my control to not.
We pull away from each other. We’re both completely soaked now, but it’s warm out. My hair drips water in my face, and my clothes are clinging to me, hugging the shape of my body and making me aware of it.
Her jeans are shiny and her shirt clings to her revealing that she was just pressed against me. Water droplets roll down her face.
“Come with me, I’d like to show you a nice place.” she says, and walks away around the coffee shop. I know that behind the coffee shop there’s a set of nature trails, because I sometimes walk there on my lunch breaks.
I follow her, and she leads me down the trail for a bit before stepping off the trail. We end up in a small clearing. How I want to have sex with her right then and there, in the rain, and see her with uncontrollable passion.
But I can’t.
I sit down on the mossy ground, pretending to be relaxed. Then she sits right next to me and leans over me. She’s so close to me, and I feel my muscles tense.
“Do you like me?” she asked. A loaded question.
“Yes,” I say. I try to move away from her discreetly. “Uh, I think you should not be so close to me because I feel like I’m going to jump you and I don’t want to do anything to you that you might regret.”
“Do you want to…” She looks embarassed. “Do you want to be my first time? And you know…”
Instead of moving away from me she moves closer.
“I…are you sure?” I whisper. “I mean, yes, but only if you’re sure.”
“I could run home and steal a condom from my older brother,” she says thoughtfully, but I reached in my pocket and pulled out my wallet. I have a condom in there, not that I’ve had to use one since I broke up with Steph a year ago. I keep replacing it long before it’s expiry date, because I’m paranoid like that.
“I have one here,” I tell her and she starts kissing me again. I move my hands up and down her body, and she shivers with anticipation. I help her peel off her soaking shirt and she helps me with mine. I don’t feel like I can stand it any longer, but I wait, making it the best experience for both of us, especially her.
She doesn’t really know what to do, but I help her figure it out. She’s beautiful with no shirt on, and then she sits back and unzips her pants. I do the same. We take off our pants, and underwear, and we’re laying there with our naked bodies pressed up against each other.
She gives me oral sex and I can’t stand it anymore, I come in her mouth. She kisses me on the lips and I taste it. I move my way down and give her oral sex. When she comes she gives a little squeal, and I can’t believe I’m actually making her feel this.
I put on the condom and slowly I move towards her… We’re moving together, and the rain on her skin is shining in the light from the nearby streetlamps we can see above the trees.
It’s amazing, and over too soon.
We lay there, looking at each other.
“Thanks for triggering my dopamine receptors,” she says, with a perfectly straight face.
“You’re welcome,” I say, even though I’d told myself that after exams I would forget the various neurotransmitters in the brain.
We stay that way, just laying there beside each other, until she gets up. “Well, I should be getting home.” she says.
“So should I.” We picked up our drenched clothes and put them on in some semblance to their usual way.
I walk her most of the way home, but she doesn’t want me to get too close because she has to sneak back in silently through her window.
“See you soon,” she says quietly, and then grinss. “Woohoo, I got laid.”
We laugh silently and we kiss goodbye silently.
The rain is still pouring down on me but I feel that if I miss my step as I’m walking home, I might just miss hitting the ground.
The End
The Proposition
Bane and I’d finally came to the conclusion that the two of us could use a vacation, so I’d checked the dogs at my parents, and we headed out. We figured we’d head to the gamer convention that took place in Seattle. The flight was long, but we’d gotten in a day early and wandered around the lobby. I’d been pleased to see that there was a bar there, and I had a few drinks while Bane showered up. A guy who appeared to be in his mid-twenties approached me at the bar and informed me that he’d like to buy me a drink.
“I’m all for free drinks.” I remarked. “But I’m happily taken.” I was surprised that he agreed to buy the drink anyway. Bane showed up shortly after, and quickly stepped in to ask the guy who he was. He replied with “Jake.” The two of us were wary of him, as he seemed to show a lot of interest in me. However, he seemed to be gentlemanly enough not to cross any lines.
I continued to drink for a little while, and lo and behold, became very aroused. Other than Jake, Bane, and I, the bar was empty. I began to pull at Bane’s waistband, tugging his hips between mine. Jake watched intently as I grazed my thumb not-so-subtly over the crotch of Bane’s jeans, to find that he was already hard and watching me. Jake slid his hand over his own crotch, where Bane must have noticed his erection.
“She’s -mine-.” Bane growled at Jake, pulling my hips into his grinding onto me. “All mine.”
“I know… But she seems so willing to please you. You’re lucky.”
“Yeah, she’s amazing.” He said, running his thumb over my lower lip. “You should see her…”
“What if I could?” Jake asked. Bane met him with a possessive growl. “No, you misunderstood. I don’t want to fuck your girl. I want to see you fuck her.”
“No.” I said, growling lightly.
“What about a blowjob? I won’t touch her, I won’t touch you, and I won’t get anything anywhere. You don’t have to worry about me blowing it on her back or anything.” I winced at the though of a stranger cumming on me. Disgusting. “We’ll go back to your room, and you’ll get to show her off… Only if you guys are into it though.”
Bane looked at me, and I looked back. He breathed in, sliding a finger into my belt loop.
“Its up to Rook.”
“… Ah’ll do it… But Jake can’t instruct me at all.”
“I won’t.”
I finished the last of my drink, tipped the bartender, and lead Bane by the hand to the elevator. Jake followed us, and by the time the elevator door closed, Bane had already grabbed me and pushed me flat against the wall. He kissed me roughly, hands pulling my hips to his, and then whispered in my ear.
“You really wanna do this?”
“Mmmhmm.” I replied, my hand already rubbing him through his jeans. He was straining hard against the denim.
His hand reached down and stopped mine, and he growled lightly into my ear, holding my hand tightly in his. “Good… Because I want to show you off.” He took my hand in his, pressing it to him, and gave a pretty strong thrust with his hips.
The elevator door opened, and we stepped out. We made our way to our room, a nice little suite that we’d saved up for, figuring that we’d spend an extra day or so just in the room ourselves. Jake walked in and looked around, and sat at the desk, turning his chair to face us.
“Am I allowed to… You know…” He made a motion with his hand, pantomiming stroking his cock.
“Only if you don’t get anything anywhere. Here.” Bane tossed a box of tissues at Jake, who nodded and sat back on the chair, waiting.
Bane reached over to the bed and grabbed a pillow, tossing it on the floor near his feet. He leaned back against a wall and watched as I pulled my hair back into a loose, messy ponytail, and threw on a headband to keep my hair from falling around my mouth. He smirked as I turned to look at him, grabbing me by the hips. He kissed me and and began to grind himself into me. I heard the sound of Jake unzipping his pants and sliding out his cock. I glanced over at him, a small smirk on my face.
I could hear Bane growl lightly, almost a jealous, guttural noise, as he grabbed my hand and rubbed it against his straining erection. I loved his jealous possessive streak, even though he should know better. I couldn’t have cared less about Jake and his erection. I was just amused by how turned on Bane and I had made him. I turned back to look at Bane, and leaned up to whisper in his ear a single phrase that I’d known would quell his insecurities.
“I want you so bad…” My tongue traced his earlobe as I rubbed my hand along his jeans, teasing him through the denim.
“I want your lips wrapped around my cock,” he said, above a whisper. Jake heard him and drew in a soft gasp.
I knelt down in front of Bane, nuzzling his jeans with my nose and lips, and he let out a small grunt, his hands immediately reaching for my hair. I smiled devilishly and reached up, unbuttoning his pants, slowly sliding down the zipper… I pulled both his jeans and boxers down around his hips enough to expose him, but not enough for them to be fully down around his ankles. I let out a soft moan at the sight of his hard cock, my hand reaching up and grasping it lightly. I stroked him lightly for a few seconds, and he drew in short little breaths, keeping himself still, save for his hand that was fussing in my hair. I parted my lips and slid them over his cock, eliciting both a moan from Bane and Jake. I found myself smirking as I ran my tongue over the tip of his hardened cock, enjoying the feeling of him in my mouth. I pulled back, stroking his cock at a teasingly slow pace, as I gave a few long, slow licks over the tip. I glanced out of the corner of my eye to Jake, who intently watched me, stroking the very end of his cock with his ring and thumb finger, watching me.
“Mmm…” I looked up at Bane and licked his cock from base to tip. “I love the way you taste…” He moaned and pressed his palm to the back of my head, wordlessly urging me to suck his cock. I obliged, opening my mouth and letting him press me further down his cock.
“Oh fuck…” He murmured, breathing out a sigh as I took him little by little into my mouth. “You wouldn’t believe how good my girls mouth feels around my cock.” I saw him glance over at Jake through a half-lidded gaze, before looking down to me, running a thumb over my cheek. “Fucking amazing…”
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I ran my tongue over him, made sure my lip ring pressed flush against the underside of his shaft, still stroking him lightly with my hand. I loved to suck off Bane. There was something so arousing about the way he played with my hair, the way he’d press me against his cock, the feeling of his cock sliding over my sensitive lips, and those moans! The sounds that escape that boy alone are near orgasm inducing, especially when paired with half-phrase and commands.
“Fuck… Mmm… I love her lip ring… Feels so good pressed right up against my cock.” He leaned back against the wall, his hand moving back to my hair, fussing in it, twirling loose strands from the messy ponytail. “Mmm…”
I slid my mouth down his cock, almost the full length. I never really had any problems deep throating most of his cock, my gag reflex is pretty good, but the final inch and a half almost always trips me up. I kept my ring and thumb finger wrapped around the base of his cock, and as I pulled my mouth back, followed it with my hand, lengthening the stroke. I licked the tip for a moment, enjoying his taste, and then began to draw him into my mouth, leading the long slow stroke with my fingers, followed by my lips and tongue. I kept doing this, every so often twisting my fingers lightly against his cock.
“Mmm… My girl knows just how I like my cock sucked…” He moved his hand to my ponytail wrapping his fingers around the base of it “…But she knows how to take direction.” He tilted my head upward a little, and pushed my head forward, pushing his cock into my mouth and down into my throat, before gently pulling me back by my hair. He groaned and pushed down again, forcing his cock a little deeper into my mouth, making sure to pull me back before I choked. “Mmm… Fuck.” He smirked lightly, reaching down, and pulling my hand away from his cock. “No hands, Rook. I just want your mouth tonight.”
Slight tears had formed at the corners of my eyes, a sign that he’d pushed his cock deep into my throat, dangerously close to that last damned inch and a half. I knew what I was in for, though, and I’d be lying if I’d said I wasn’t excited. Most of the time, he lets me suck and stroke him at my own will, a rare time where I’m in control, but every once and a while, he takes control of the situation. I let out a soft moan as he pulled me back from his cock, just enough that just the head of it rested in my mouth. Over the next few minutes, he continued to push and pull me up and down his cock, letting me get used to the pace, which was quickening at a steady pace.
“Mmm… My girls mouth feels so good. I love her lips and tongue, And…” He held my head so his cock was in my mouth, but the tip rested right at the entrance to my throat. He gave a slight thrust, and I felt my throat seize up. “…I love her throat.” Jake moaned softly, reminding me that he was there. I’d almost forgotten, since I was so focused on Bane.
I didn’t choke. But I felt his cock slide into my throat, and I knew his cock was almost completely in. He pulled me back quickly and wiped one of the tears at the corner of my eye away with his thumb. He kept his other hand on my ponytail, and pushed me down his cock again. My lips wrapped around him as he forced his cock into my throat again, then pulled back. He continued to push and pull me up and down his cock, every once in a while thrusting his hips forward, pushing his cock deep into my mouth and throat.
“Mmm… I love the way she gives head…” He began to push in and out faster, keeping his cock deeper in my mouth on each return stroke. Tears continued to form at the base of my eyes, and he brushed them away with a gentleness that would have been surprising to anyone watching, Jake included. Bane knew that it was just a reaction to his cock being in my throat, and I secretly suspected that he liked wiping away the tears, as though he were taking care of me in the middle of such an act. “Mmm…Fuck…” He groaned and quickened the pace, his free hand pressing into my shoulder. He pulled my ponytail and thrust his hips in a rhythmic fashion, his eyes half-lidded, soft growls escaping his throat.
I arched my back a little, tilting my head up so he could thrust down into my throat easier. I loved the feeling of his cock sliding over my lips, and I even liked the feeling of my throat seizing up every so often when he forced the full length of his cock down my throat. What can I say? I love pleasing my man.
“Oh Fuck… " He began to move erratically, making it harder for me to take his quick, short thrusts. “I’m gonna…” He gripped my ponytail even tighter, and gave three, deep thrusts. My throat seized up, and tears slightly began to roll down my cheeks. He eased up, slowing his strokes for a moment, grunting and gasping softly. “Fuck, Oh…”
I heard another moan and a curse word uttered from somewhere off to my side, followed by some swearing and shuffling. However, my vision was blurred as Bane pressed his hand firmly to the back of my head, preventing me from moving back any, and began to thrust into my throat in short, powerful strokes, forcing the entire length of himself down my throat, barely giving me a chance to breathe.
“Oh fuck… Oh fuck!” He spat out the words and grabbed my ponytail hard, and with one final thrust down my throat, pulled back, leaving my mouth open, and gripped the base of his cock, and came.
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I heard Jake let out a loud grunt, but I didn’t care. My attention was focused on Bane. His cum hit my tongue and the back of my throat, and a few drops hit my lips and chin. He finished cumming, rubbing the tip of his cock around my lips, playing with my hair, and then wiping away my tears. I took a finger and wiped the cum from my chin and sucked it clean, while Bane stuffed himself into his pants and dropped to his knees, nuzzling my neck and shoulder.
“Mmm… " He murmured against my ear. “That felt so good, baby.” He turned to Jake, who was panting in post-orgasmic exhaustion. He’d kept his deal, and tossed the tissue into the garbage.
“Oh…” I said, in a nonchalant tone. “…You’re still here? I hadn’t noticed.” He stared at me blankly, as Bane’s hand slipped down between my thighs, rubbing at the crotch of my jeans, chuckling against my ear.
“You’re so mean, Rook.” He whispered, rubbing me through my jeans. “I love it.” He looked back to Jake, who was fixing himself back into his pants. “Jake. Leave.” Bane said. Jake blinked, almost taken aback. “Now.” Bane growled.
The door closed behind Jake, who must have retreated to his room. Bane continued to rub between my legs and grinned.
“I love showing you off…Now…” He unbuttoned my jeans, sliding his hand down between my thighs. He pressed his lips to my ear, whispering to me. “Now where were we?”
The End
Coach Carter and His Catcher
Keith’s first and last season as assistant softball coach/assistant football coach at Westside high school was unofficially coming to a close today, which was the last day of school for all students. He knew the day he was hired that he probably wouldn’t be stuck coaching high school sports for long, and sure enough he’d gotten the call he’d been waiting for from Georgia Southern, and starting next week he’d be back in college, coaching football full time. They weren’t a top program, but they were respectable in their division, and his foot was in the door no matter how good or bad they were.
Even though he dreaded coaching softball, his background as a competitive baseball player and little league coach made him by far the most qualified coach on staff, aside from the longtime head coach, Sandra Lang. Coach Lang had long been saddled with a string of reluctant, underqualified coaches to give her the necessary assistance to field a competitive team. Now that she finally had someone that knew a little something about the sport, she was overjoyed, even leaving him to conduct practices on his own as the season progressed.
Keith, or Coach Carter as he was known to his students and team, was also nervous about coaching girls, but he had a good combination of easygoing humor and authority that allowed him to connect with the girls while keeping and earning their respect. As a young guy still in his twenties, he constantly had to remind himself that these high school girls were off limits, both to his eyes and in his mind, should either try to get away from him. In most cases, this wasn’t difficult, as most of his players wouldn’t catch his eye even if they were closer to his age and not on his team. There were a couple that made it hard on him, so to speak. And one, in particular, accidentally showed just enough of herself to set his imagination on fire.
It was a Friday afternoon after practice. They had lost on Thursday, and Coach Carter put them through an especially tough workout as a result of their poor effort. As they trudged back to the locker room, they complained to one another about how tired and sore they were. For the next half hour or so, he sat in his office catching up on paperwork and biding time for the girls to finish up in the locker room so he could shut the gym down and head home to his weekend.
He heard them talking as they filed out in small groups, and waited until he heard no voices. Keith walked past the lockers, and since none were open, he assumed everyone had gone. He proceeded to the shower area and just as he almost turned the corner, he heard a sniff echo against the tile walls and floor. Silently, he looked around the corner to see Jana, his starting catcher, standing outside the shower and wearing nothing but a towel around her hips. Jana was cute, but her looks had never really gotten Keith’s attention before. He’d always noticed that she had big breasts, especially for a short girl, but she had a very unassuming was about her, and she never dressed to show off her body.
He did, however, adore her a softball player. She didn’t have a lot of talent, but she was easily the hardest worker on the team, and no one was more competitive. Because of her low center of gravity and tough approach, he’d taken her from a backup outfielder and turned her into the starting catcher, which was always Keith’s position when he played baseball. On many occasions, they had stayed after practice to work on techniques, and he was always amazed how she seemed to absorb everything he taught her so easily. He knew she respected him as a coach, but he never picked up on her attraction to him.
As he gazed turned the corner at his naked catcher, he could see her pale back and the hourglass-like figure of her waist between her wide hips and broad shoulders. As she brushed her hair, he could make out the bulging side of one of her full breasts, jiggling with each movement of her arms. Just as she started to turn around, Keith’s head darted back behind the wall and he quickly tiptoed back out of the locker room, embarrassed that he’d peeked at one of his own students, and anxious keep himself from getting caught in an awkward situation. As he sat back down in his office, pretending to work, Jana came by to say goodbye a few minutes later. For the first time, he couldn’t help but glance at her chest for a split second when she wasn’t looking, and made a point to get up and walk out of his office with her, so he could watch her butt jiggle in her shorts as she walked away.
That little incident was almost a month ago, and every night since, Keith found himself masturbating to his fantasies of Jana. His brain worked to fill in the gaps between what he saw and what he couldn’t. He imagined her belly and waist, with just a little extra baby fat, and her big breasts hanging down as she straddled him naked. She thought about her muscular legs and wondered if she shaved her pubic hair. He wondered what her feet looked like. Did she ever get pedicures? He thought back to his own high school conquests, and how tight her pussy must be.
In practice, he found himself coaching from behind the plate more than normal, just so he could see her full ass squatting down while she caught pitches. He imagined her naked, crouching down in the same way, bouncing up and down on his cock. These thoughts embarrassed him, but he couldn’t stop them from coming.
As he was gathering the last of the softball equipment and putting it into storage, he thought about his team, and how proud he was of how they played. They’d gotten to the state quarterfinals for the first time in school history, and he knew that even though his teaching helped, it takes a team willing to work hard to succeed. Most of the girls had already said their goodbyes, a few even comfortable enough to lean in for a hug. The one that he knew he hadn’t seen yet, and at the point may never again, was Jana. As he dragged the last bag of clean laundry into storage, he heard a voice behind him.
“Need a hand, Carter?”
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It was Jana, wearing a summer league softball t-shirt, khaki shorts, and tennis shoes. She smirked as she barked his last name, having become more comfortable joking around with him as the season went on.
“Hey Jana. Nope, this is the last of it. Helluva season though, huh?”
“I just wanted to say thanks. You taught me a lot, and even if I’m not good enough to hack it on scholarship, I’m gonna make one helluva intramural league catcher”, she said in her sweet southern accent, smiling at Keith.
“You’re a great student of the game, Jana. I’m gonna miss you.”
As he was saying this, she approached him and wrapped her arms around him. Keith was almost a foot taller than Jana, so her face came up to his chest as she embraced him.
“I’m gonna miss you too…Keith,” she said, rubbing her hands in small circles on his back.
His heart raced from excitement, panic, and disbelief at what was happening, or was it? Hugs were okay, but as he thought about it, she wasn’t letting go. And, she’d never called him by his first name before. What was going on? And if she was coming on to him, what was he going to do. Granted, it was 4:00 and school was out, but there were lots of teachers and staff all around campus. “This is crazy,” he thought.
Anxious to break the stalemate and reassess the situation, he pulled his body back and sat down on the edge of the huge pile of laundry in storage. Doing so, he came eye level to her breasts, and quickly darted his eyes back up to her face.
Jana’s hands raised up to his shoulders, rubbing his up to his neck. “I’m not really that good at talking about this stuff, but….oh, hell…..I’m just gonna say it: I’m really attracted to you. I’m graduating and all, so I didn’t think I’d see you again, but now I did. And…..you’re not really my coach anymore, so…..”
Then she leaned in to kiss him on his neck, running her hands down his body, pushing him back onto the laundry. Keith felt her breasts come to rest on his chest as she took control and put him gently on his back. He knew what was happening, but was determined not to think about it. It was so inappropriate and so wrong, but was so what his body had wanted for the last month nonstop.
Keith moved his hands to her waist and ran them up her side, giving them both chill bumps as he felt the ample sides of her breasts through her t-shirt. Their cheeks brushed up against each other, and without thinking any further about what he was doing, he brought his lips to hers. She grabbed his cheeks with both hands and kissed him aggressively, sending her tongue into his mouth. His hands kneaded her buttocks as they kissed, Jana moaning into his mouth and beginning to gyrate slightly against his quickly-stiffening dick.
Hearing the sound of a distant intercom, Keith opened his eyes to see that the door to the storage room was open. Panicking, he pulled his face away from Jana’s.
“The doors open!” he said. “Someone can see us.”
Jana got up, walked over to the door, closed it and locked it. Just as she was starting to walk back over to him, she looked at Keith laying back on the laundry and said, “I knew I turned you on at least a little bit. Now we’ve got some privacy, and I’m getting a little hot.”
Jana crossed her arms down over her chest, grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt, and raised it up over her head, revealing that belly that he thought so much about. Her breasts, which had to have been d-cups now that he was seeing them, were held tight within a basic white bra. She then pushed her shoes off and walked over to him in her socked feet.
“Now, where were we?” she cooed as she straddled her legs over him and kissed him from above. He felt a rush as his hands caressed her bare skin, so young and so soft. Now fully aroused and letting his desires take over, he had to see and feel her bare tits that he’d beaten himself off to so many times. The fell onto his chest as he unclasped her bra from the back. Jana tossed it across the room and grabbed the bottom of Keith’s school-logo polo shirt, coaxing it off of him.
As a college athlete, he was fairly toned and very muscular. Now, six years after graduation, much of the muscle was still there, but more than a little extra now hung near his waistline. He clenched his stomach as her little white hands caressed his bare chest and belly.
The both of them were now on a runaway train that had no chance of stopping before it ran completely off the rails. They each insisted on taking off each others clothing, until they were both completely naked. Keith unbuttoned Jana’s shorts and shoved them down her legs, revealing a tight pair of hot-pink cotton panties. He wondered if she thought there was any chance he’d see them when she put them on that morning.
Jana put her hand over his bulging cock through his pants, making Keith moan and knead her bare breasts with increasing urgency. She then unbuttoned his pants, and pulled both his shoes and pants off. Keith then grabbed her around the waist and flipped her over onto her back, causing her to squeal. As he hovered over her, she wrapped her bare legs around his, pressing him down toward her. As the hard shaft of his erection rested against her pubis, a flash of guilt ran through his head. Here he was, 6’-2" and 250 lbs, damn close to having his way with a much younger (but legal! says the devil inside), much smaller girl, who didn’t know better like he did. He looked down between them, contemplating the fact that he probably weighed exactly twice what she did.
Then, as he saw her erect nipples staring at him, he forgot all about his concerns as he lowered his head to suck on these beautiful 18 year old natural breasts. Jana cried out softly and ran her hands through his hair as he nibbled and licked her areolas and hard nipples. she drew her legs up, massaging his back with her feet. She reached over him to take her socks off, as he did the same for himself with his toes. Jana stuck both big toes between his bare hips and his pants, pushing down in a forceful hint that Keith needed to be rid of them. She ran her hands down to unbutton them so Keith could take them off, underwear and all.
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Stopping for a moment to marvel at Jana’s body, looked at her creamy full thighs, not so fat that they had cellulite, but not thin by any definition. Her calves were toned if a little big for her short legs, and tapered down to a pair of small, well-manicured feet with painted pink toenails. Her belly hung just slightly over the top of her panties, and her breasts spilled to each side of her as she laid down atop dozens of bags of laundry.
“Oh my god,” she purred as she locked her gaze onto his fully-erect penis. Keith was standing in front of her, and she brought her feet up to his crotch, locking them around his shaft. He moaned as she rubbed them up and down it’s length, wrapping her little white toes around the head and then back down. The view of her body, breasts swaying slightly as she moved her legs, and the view of her delicate feet massaging his big, veiny penis, combined with the massage, brought him closer to the edge than he wanted to be just yet.
Keith grabbed her feet, separated her legs, and lowered himself down on her once again, this time running the engorged glans of his member against the warm crotch of her panties. Jana gasped, then wrapped her legs behind him, massaging his thighs with her feet. First lightly poking, then grinding more forcefully, Keith and Jana fell into a rhythm as he grinded her little body into the laundry that was getting dirtier by the minute. The thin layer of cotton panties was all that separated his straining cock and her soft, moist mound. Moaning softly through their constant kissing, Jana’s hips pumped up and down to meet his thrusts and he pinned her hands above her head. “Oh my god, Jana”, he moaned, overcome with lust, and ready to fully take her.
Keith grabbed her panties at each hip and pulled them down her legs, raising them to remove the moistened cotton briefs from her feet. Now they were both naked, and Keith knew he had a little work left to do before he could fully make his fantasy come true.
He grabbed both feet, massaging and licking them one by one before moving down to her ankles, then calves, and soon slowly worked his tongue up the inside of her thigh, making her shudder with excitement. He looked up at her crotch, noticing that she kept herself shaven from the clitoris down, leaving a nice thick bush above and leaving a clean pair of slightly-swollen delicate labia below. He extended his tongue to her clitoris, making her yelp and jump slightly at the contact. Grabbing her hips with authority, He dove back in, working her clit until it extended out. Jana’s breathing got heavier and her moans got louder as he worked. “Ohhh! Put your tongue inside me!” she moaned as he lapped the sensitive folds of her labia. Happy to oblige, he sent his tongue into her blazing hot, sopping wet pink chamber. He established a rhythm which her body recognized and humped back into his face to. Her hands clutched his head, forcing him deeper into her crotch. Darting in and out of her pussy, his tongue started to tire. Apparently, it had been longer than he cared to remember since the last time he ate pussy. Unfortunately, it had also been a few months since he’d had sex at all, and he was anxious to officially end his drought. Keith had been rubbing his tool against the laundry underneath him his tongue worked her pussy, but it was time to give it the real thing.
Keith raised up and crawled up toward Jana’s face. As he started to lower his dick toward her wet crotch, she reached down between them and grabbed his penis, stroking it’s head.
“Keith, it’s so big…..I….I don’t want it to hurt,” she said, unable to take her eyes off of it, her hips still gyrating with arousal."
“You’ve had sex before, right?” Keith asked, as he rubbed her breasts and stomach.
“Oh yeah, with a couple different guys. But…neither one was quite this big…and it’s been a little while since the last time,” she said, moving her hands up his chest.
“Just relax, Jana. We’ll take it slow. You’re plenty wet; I won’t hurt you, I promise,” he said, as he took her hands and clasped them to his, raising them over her head. Her labia were still wet from his saliva, which helped the purple head of his cock penetrate past the entrance. with his glans lodged just inside her chamber, he could feel the resistance of her tight canal, keeping him from pushing further without extra force. He let her hands go as he reached down to caress her breasts, holding his weight above her with his other arm. Keith slowly pushed the head forward, thrusting his hips toward hers. As Jana arched her back, the new angle allowed his penis to penetrate further.
“Unngghhh. Oh jesus god.” she moaned as his thick rod was now a few inches deep in her incredibly tight, hot pussy. Again thinking back to high school, he didn’t think he’d ever had sex this tight with someone who wasn’t a virgin.
“You okay, baby?” he whispered as he pumped just that first few inches in and out of her opening, pushing and pulling her slightly meaty lips with each thrust.
“Yeah, just go slow. It’s so big, but I’m okay. Be gentle, Keith.”
Keith pushed a little more of him into her body with each thrust. He could feel her nipples against his chest, her belly under the weight of his belly, and her legs and feet caressing his legs and ass as he slowly took more and more her her for himself. Her vagina was getting wetter as he continued to thrust, her body getting acclimated to his large organ after the initial shock. After a few minutes, he groaned as he bottomed out inside of her. He could feel the soft tissue at the end of her vagina touching the head of his penis, and he heard a subtle clap as his balls came to rest against her ass. Wanting to savor the feeling of being fully inside the object of his fantasies, he grinded his hips against hers while holding her tight. Jana cried out, clawing his back with her fingernails, and flexing her legs and feet to the intense sensation of having this big man on top of her and fully inside her.
After a deep breath, Keith backed almost all of his penis out of her, looked down to observe the juices on his shaft, then slowly sunk himself all the way back in as they both moaned. He held himself inside her few a few seconds, then gradually worked himself into a steady rhythm. His ass flexed and relaxed as he pumped his cock into his favorite catcher over and over again. She moaned to his thrusts and opened her legs up wider as her breathing quickened, then stifled.
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“I’m coming……” she croaked through held breath, “………OOOHHHHH!!!!! she shouted as her convulsions stopped long enough to exhale her breath. Her vagina clamped down on his dick like a vise, seeming to pull it as deeply inside her as it can, then relaxed, then clamped down again. As her shouts turned back into moans, he picked up speed, feeling her hips buck faster to match him. He looked down between them to see her belly and big breasts jiggle underneath his movements. Her wide hips gyrated up and down, guiding his cock to massage different parts of her insides as she moved. She threw her legs up and over his back, locking her feet together at the ankles as he drove her body downward into the laundry. His breathing became ragged and he feared he was losing control as she moaned lustily under him, clutching at his chest from underneath.
“OH MY GOD, JANA!” he exclaimed as he pistoned in and out of her, dominating her body with the thrusts of several weeks worth of desire.
His brain told him him, “No, you CANNOT come inside this girl,” as he pulled out and laid beside her on his back, coaxing her to climb on top of him. He watched her, a rush of long brunette hair, covering her flushed face, and her big tits swayed in front of her as she straddled him. She was just as sexy naked as he’d dreamed she was, and now she was going to ride him in the storage room at the school where he’d coached her.
Grabbing his hard cock, she positioned it at her entry, then winced as she lowered herself down onto it on one slow movement. Shuddering as her plump ass came to rest on his lap, fully impaled on his big penis. He saw her belly move as she rose up and then lowered down on his length, adjusting to the extra mass inside her little body. It turned him on to imagine that somewhere about belly-button level, the head of his cock was maxing out the length of her stretched canal.
He couldn’t keep his hands off her breasts as she bucked faster and faster, pressing her little hands into his chest. As her breathing became more labored, she clawed her nails into him, and moaned his name in a chant, over and over. He saw light hit the excess fat on the side of her hips where they meet her ass, and the silhouette between them of his hard shaft, exposed then hidden again.
“Keith, Keith, Keith…..Aaaggghhh, I’m Coming! OHHHHH!!!!!” she screamed as she held herself on top of him, gyrating her hips with his full length inside of her. This sensation was driving him over the edge as he again felt her hot pussy grip his shaft and convulse around it. This time there was no holding back. If there were voices of reason scolding him now, the white noise of sex was drowning it out.
Keith gripped her hips, pulling them up and pushing them down as his cock further hardened, twitched, then shot it’s semen deep inside his former softball student. He grunted as he fired rope after rope of hot fluid against the slick, flush walls of her vagina. Jana stopped thrusting about the time Keith’s penis was unloading the last of its sperm and collapsed onto his chest. Both naked bodies were covered in a layer of sweat as they lay amid a huge pile of school athletics laundry. Keith’s cock finally slipped out of her pussy after a few minutes of catching their breath.
Soon after, the reality of where they were and what time it was hit both coach and former player, and they quickly and silently got dressed, so as to not attract any further attention, since they seemed to have gotten away with the worst act a teacher and student can engage in on school property.
Jana exited the room first, followed a few seconds later by Coach Carter, desperately trying to act as if it’s business as usual in the storage room. He accompanied her to the gymnasium side entry, which led to the student parking lot. A few dozen yards away, Jana’s Toyota compact car was the only one left in the lot.
“So, where are you going now, coach?” asked Jana, innocently twirling her hair but staring intently into Keith’s eyes.
“Georgia Southern University. Got a job coaching football again, which is my first love. I"ll never forget the time I spent with you, though.”
“Likewise. Thanks for everything,” she said, leaning in to provide emphasis on the last word. “Except, maybe, one thing,” she added, again looking him squarely into the eyes.
“You did something you shouldn’t have done in there, and I don’t mean the sex.” she said in a low voice. Keith looked for a smile or a hint of mischief, but found neither.
“I’m just 18, and about to go to college. I don’t need to be a mother yet….let’s hope I’m not…”
“…and leave it at that.” said Keith, suddenly flushed with guilt and embarrassment for his actions. This girl was matter-of-factly in charge of the situation, and the coach just wanted to crawl under a rock.
Nodding and thinly smiling, Jana reached up to kiss Keith on the cheek, then turned to walk toward her car. As he watched her leave, she turned to say one final thing:
“….because if I am…you know…..I’ll find you, and you’ll have to do the right thing. It’s yours too……so I hope I’m not.”
“me too…” he said meekly as she again turned and left.
Over the next two days, Keith packed his stuff and the next day drove to Georgia to start his new job. Over the next several weeks, he dreaded the phone call he prayed he’d never get from his former catcher, or worse, her family.
Then, one Sunday, his phone rang while he was in the shower. He ran to get it just in time to hear a familiar female voice start to leave a message. He almost passed out as he connected the voice to the area code and prefix of the town where he’d just moved from. He held his breath, then picked up:
“Jana?”
“Yeah it’s me…..just called to let you know…..(silence)…..that you deserved to worry all this time after what you did. Next time….I’ll be on the pill. So, see you in a few weeks. My dorm room will be in Kliegeman Hall, which on my map, looks to be about a 10 minute walk from the football complex. I’ll look you up when I get there. Bye.”
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Three’s Company
Ben: Hurry up and get your shit together
Rachel: lol i am, i need to clean the kitchen. almost done though
Ben: Good, because you have cock to suck tonight.
Rachel: oh really
Ben: Yes
Rachel: how many?
Ben: We’ll see.
It was half past two in the morning. Rachel closed the MSN conversation, switched off her computer, and stood waiting impatiently by the door in an impossibly short black dress, black patterned tights, and black patent leather heels with an extremely high stiletto heel.
Finally she heard the car pull up outside her apartment building, and she grabbed her black handbag and walked toward the lift.
Outside it was a little chilly, causing her nipples to stand proudly erect on her C cup breasts. The dress and shoes she wore showed off her long, lean legs to their greatest advantage, and the dark colour displayed her dark green eyes and long, soft brown hair at their finest.
“Hi Princess,” Ben said as Rachel approached the car window.
“Hi,” Rachel replied, and quickly leaned through the open window to give him a quick kiss. His lips were soft and smooth, and seemed impossibly gentle.
She then walked around the front of the car to hop in the passenger side. The headlights lit her up, seemingly illuminating her from all angles. The next minute, she was sitting beside Ben in the passenger seat.
Ben was the same age as Rachel. In fact, they were in the same class in their last year of high school. Now Rachel worked as a barmaid at the local pub whilst studying Fine Art at university. Ben studied Music, and got cash by playing in his band at night and on weekends. This was a rare night that they were both free at the same time.
They drove in relative silence to Ben’s house. He had it to himself tonight, as his house mates were out. They chatted briefly about friends, and studies. Before long, they had arrived.
Ben lived in a beach house that he shared with a few friends. There was a wide veranda encircling the wooden house, an overgrown jungle of a garden, and everything was made of wood. It was old and creaky and the wind rushed through cracks in the walls and under doors, but it was charming nevertheless. Rachel had come to know it quite well, and considered it to be a second home, even though she wasn’t there all that often.
They sat on the lounge for a while and Ben put on an old record. They both had a glass of wine, and soon began to relax.
“So, Ben,” said Rachel, turning her body to face him. It was the first time that evening that she had really looked at him. His dark eyes were like bottomless depths, and his tanned skin glowed in the low lighting. “What have you got in store for me tonight?” she asked, a little smile twisting one corner of her mouth.
“A surprise,” Ben said. “Something I know you’ve wanted for ages.”
“Well, that could be a lot of things,” Rachel giggled. “I think you’re going to have to be a bit more specific.”
“You’ll find out soon enough,” Ben grinned.
“Why do I get the feeling I’m not the only entertainment for the evening?” she asked.
“Oh, you are entertainment enough on your own,” Ben laughed. “So much in fact, that I have to share you.”
Rachel felt her pulse quicken at the sound of these words. She had always wanted to have a threesome, and it looked as if it was finally going to happen.
Just as she was letting the idea sink in, the doorbell rang. Ben quickly got up from his seat to answer the door. From where Rachel was sitting, she could hear the sound of two voices over the music, but she couldn’t see who it was.
She didn’t have to wait long. Ben returned to the room, this time accompanied by his best friend, Sam.
“Come and sit down,” said Ben, already seated back down next to Rachel. Sam sat on Rachel’s other side, so that she was sandwiched between the two men.
They continued to chat for a short time, but it became clear very quickly what the two boys were interested in: Rachel.
She was laughing at a joke told by Ben when suddenly he kissed her. His warm hands moved to her stomach, and began rubbing the small of her back.
Suddenly, she was aware of another hand on her. Sam had begun stroking her thigh, firm beneath the dark tights.
Rachel placed one hand on Ben’s jawline, bringing him in closer as though to kiss him harder. She felt his tongue slip past hers and his breath quicken.
She placed her other hand on Sam’s hard bicep, and he moved his head closer and began kissing her neck.
Rachel then turned her head and kissed Sam while Ben traced her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress with his fingers.
Suddenly Ben stood up, and took Rachel by the hand. She, in turn, took Sam’s hand, and they were lead into the bedroom.
Once inside, Ben threw Rachel onto the bed in a frenzy of passion. He lay down beside her and began kissing and nibbling her neck and earlobes, breathing hot air into her ears, sending goosebumps rising all over her body.
Sam was doing the same thing on her other side. It was almost too much for her to bear, having two sexy men teasing her.
She was almost sent over the edge when Sam slipped his hand under her dress and began drawing circles on her clit with his thumb. At the same time, Ben rolled her onto her side and unzipped the back of her dress. He pulled it down over her legs and onto the floor.
Both men stared at her, lying there in black lingerie, with black tights and her dark hair spread onto the pillow around her head. She looked delicious, and neither could wait to have her.
Sam continued making circles through her panties, and Ben unhooked her bra and slid it off her. He licked and sucked her nipples, forcing a small moan out of Rachel.
Just then, Sam slipped his fingers inside her panties, and slid one finger into her pussy. She began to moan louder now, and thrust her hips upward to force Sam’s finger deeper inside her.
Ben moved down her body, and unrolled her tights from her legs. Sam slid her panties off, and together they looked at her cunt, glistening in the half-light that was entering through the slightly ajar door. Sam wasted no time in licking off her juices, nibbling at her inner thighs, and sucking on her clit. She moaned in approval and grabbed the waistband of Ben’s jeans. He took them off and she grabbed his long, hard cock. There was already a drop of pre cum on the tip of it and she licked it off eagerly. Rachel then took the huge cock in her mouth and slid her lips up and down on it, teasing the head of it with her tongue.
She took it out of her mouth briefly and looked up at him through her dark eyelashes. “Is that how you like it, baby?” she asked.
“That’s exactly how I like it,” Ben replied. “Are you having fun?”
“Mmm, I love it,” she said, raising her hips to allow Sam’s tongue to penetrate her deeper. “But I need a cock in me.”
Sam began kissing his way back up her body, stopping to suck her nipples. He could feel his hard cock straining at the fabric of his pants, and he unzipped them, relieving the pressure.
Ben lay against the cushions on his back, and Rachel turned onto her stomach and continued sucking his cock. Sam grabbed her hips, and rubbed the head of his cock against her dripping wet pussy. He found the entrance and pushed it in.
“Oh yes,” Rachel gasped, taking her mouth away from Ben’s cock for a moment. Sam reached around to rub her clit as he pushed his cock into her impossibly tight pussy a little at a time.
He continued pushing into her until his cock filled her up. He then began thrusting his swollen cock into her tight pussy. Sam grabbed her hips and began pulling Rachel back onto his cock, causing her mouth to bob up and down Ben’s dick at the same rate.
She began moaning, causing vibrations to run the length of Ben’s cock. He couldn’t last much longer. Rachel saw his balls tighten, and she massaged them with one hand. Suddenly, with a loud groan, Ben’s cum spurted into Rachel’s mouth. She held the thick fluid there for a moment, and opened her mouth to show him before swallowing down the sticky cum.
Sam then flipped Rachel over onto her back and lifted her ankles over his shoulders. She was extremely flexible and this allowed him to penetrate her even deeper than before. Suddenly she started moaning, a series of staccato, high-pitched moans.
“I’m cumming!” she screamed, as a wave of orgasm overtook her, shaking her whole body, her hands clutching at the bed and her toes curling up.
The muscles of her vagina rhythmically clenched around Sam’s cock, tighter than he thought possible. With a cry of his own, he gave one big thrust into her as his cock spurted out creamy white cum into her waiting pussy. Rachel felt it hit her cervix, thoroughly coating her insides with semen.
Sam stayed in place for a moment; then withdrew his shrinking cock out of her pussy, which was followed by a stream of cum. Rachel sat up and watched it drip down her thighs.
Ben leaned over and kissed her lips, hard. He then sat back and smiled.
“Is that what you were after, Princess?” he smiled at her.
Rachel grinned back at both of them. “So who’s up for round two?”
The End