White Girl

White Girl [part 1 of 2]
By: Santiago (xyzsantiago@yahoo.com)

What a bitch! That's what I thought the first time I met her. She was haughty and arrogant and full of herself. Being a black male, I try never to typecast people but she always struck me as the typical JAP - Jewish American Princess, always used to getting her way and being disdainful of anyone that didn't cater to her needs.

I guess part of the reason we got off on the wrong foot was because of the peculiar circumstances. See, I was actually doing community service. Even though I am a solid citizen that owns several businesses and pays way more taxes than 98% of the citizens of Atlanta, cops think that a black guy simply shouldn't be driving a Lexus late at night in an exclusive Buckhead community - one that I live in incidentally. So when I was stopped and the cop demanded that I put my hands on the hood of the vehicle - well, I reacted more strongly than was wise. I didn't hit him but I did get in his face and...well, the judge had some sympathy for me but also said he had no choice but to give me 25 hours of community service.

When I showed up at the children's shelter - I had done some coaching and decided that would be a good way to "serve my time," I went to see the director of the shelter. He told me that a Mrs. Lintz was a volunteer that was in charge of coordinating activities that day so I should see her. He called her in and told her what I was doing there and of course, he had to tell her that I was doing community service. Seeing them through the glass of his office, it looked like that they were having an animated conversation. After she was finished, she stomped out so the director could introduce us.

Before I summarize our conversation, I should tell you a little about me. As I said I am an African-American, divorced with no kids. Even though I am in my mid-forties, I keep myself in good shape through weight training and swimming. I am 6'3" and weigh 190. I am not threatening-looking by any means but I suppose for many white people, any black male is ready to steal their wallets and ravage their white women.

I don't think that Mrs. Lintz necessarily presumed that all black males were criminals...most maybe but now all, but that the ones that weren't were peons that were there to serve her - you know, washing and parking cars, carrying luggage, and gardening. I know I am exaggerating but on that day, I was pretty edgy about having to be there and particularly about being condescended to by some uppity white woman.

"George tells me that you are doing community service. I have to tell you that it makes no sense to me for someone doing community service to work at a children's center but...well, I know you want to get this out of the way as soon as possible so let's get started. The boys are going to be having a softball game, and you look big and strong so why don't you take the equipment out to the softball field. Randy is the coach so ask for him when you get there. You can also help clean up after the game and bring the equipment back over here. I'll have the keys."

Needless to say, I was fuming but I controlled my temper - that's what got me in trouble to start with. So, I just stared until she turned away. I had to admit that while she might have a shitty personality she was a joy to look at. She was about 5'7", with dark brown shoulder-length hair, blue eyes, and looked to be in her mid-thirties. And, her breasts under the t-shirt looked ravishing...she apparently had on one of those bras that are bras in name only; they barely control and support anything. So every time she moved, her tits swung and moved like they were separate from her body almost. I could just make out the nipples pressing against the thin fabric of the bra and the equally thin fabric of her shirt. And when she walked away, I admired a beautiful rear end that filled out her pants very, very well. "That woman ain't getting enough," I mused. "What she needs is a big dick fucking her tender white pussy."

I found out later that the softball coach was Randy Lintz, the bitch's husband. He seemed like a nice enough guy, not quite as pissy as his wife, but he sure didn't know much about coaching softball. So, gradually I got a little more involved and it turned out to be fun, dealing with the 10-12 year old kids, many playing organized ball for the first time. As a matter of fact, I enjoyed it so much that I even volunteered to help finish out the season even though my community service time was up.

We finished the season winning out last three games, not bad considering the fact that the team was 1-5 before that. So, I felt very good about my contribution but most importantly, they were a great group of kids that I had gotten to like and respect very much.

The Lintz' had invited the team over to their place for an end of season cookout and pool party. My contact with Mrs. Lintz - Cindy - had been limited primarily to her looking at me fearfully and bossing me around as if I was her hired help. Actually, in this case, I had to be even more subservient because I just wanted to fulfill my court requirement and the last thing I needed was some Buckhead snob complaining about me. So, I had fun with it, most of the time leering at her and on one occasion, when it was really hot, slowly pulling off my t-shirt so she could further advance her belief that I was on the chain gang or a field hand. Heck, everyone knows that all black guys think about is fucking little white pussies (yeah, sure!) so I was sure that she imagined me violating her in a dark alley. All kidding aside, however, I seemed to notice that she kept cutting her eyes my way while I was shirtless. I made sure I was good and sweaty and I flexed my muscles so I could further perpetuate the stereotype.

Given what I thought about Mrs. Lintz, I was a little reluctant to go to the party but I wanted to celebrate with the kids that I had gotten to know so well. So, I decided to go, at least a little while. When I arrived most of the kids were in the pool and they urged me to get in with them, so I went in to the pool house to change into a swimsuit. I came out and saw that Mrs. Lintz was just getting into the pool and damn, I almost got weak in the knees. She had an even better body than I had imagined and it was perfectly accentuated by the black one-piece swimsuit she was wearing. It was cut high on the sides and it made her long, shapely legs seem to go on forever. Her ass was ample but firm and where the fabric rode up a little bit in the back, I could see the bottom part of her fleshy ass-cheeks and imagined taking one in each hand and pulling her to my hard cock. After she got in the water she turned and the front was just as good as the back. Because the suit was cut high on the thighs, the fabric just did cover her mound. And instead of a V between her legs, it was more like a U in that it looked like I could put the palm of my hand between her legs while her feet were together. And the fabric was so thin, I could almost imagine that I saw the folds of her pussy lips. Her breasts were accentuated because the center of the neckline plunged several inches from the top so, while her they were big, they were well separated and distinct. Perhaps it was the cold water but her nipples were obviously swollen and seemed to be trying to poke through the material. I stared and imagined lowering the top of her suit and moving from one tit to the other, sucking them and rolling the nipples in my mouth.

"Jeff, before you get in, I need your help. Bring out the ice chest with soft drinks? I need a big strong guy like you to help me."

Even at a pool party, she seemed to think I was the hired hand. Whatever happened to "please" and "do you mind" or "if it's not too much trouble." But, I was a guest and didn't want to be rude so I asked her where the cooler was. She replied that it was in the storeroom at the back of the pool house.

I went in the storeroom and finally saw it in the corner. As I picked it up and turned, I was started to see Mrs. Lintz in the doorway. "I just came to see if you could find it okay. And I wanted to get the hot dogs for Randy...he's inside on the phone for a little while. I...I...hang on and let me put the bag with the hot dogs down in the ice chest so they will stay cool. I can get the hamburgers later but we can cook some hot dogs now. The kids are starving."

So she came over to the refrigerator and got the bag of hot dogs out. I was holding the ice chest by the handles on the end and as she reached to put open it, her breasts pressed against me. I may have imagined it but she seemed to move them across my arm so that I could feel each of them. And I thought I felt her nipples brush my arm. In any case, she did linger longer than necessary I thought. But I wasn't complaining. I wanted to reach out and caress her to find out how the rest of her felt. But we had to get back to the kids and besides, the last thing I needed was some white woman claiming I made improper sexual advances.

So, I went back out and got in the pool with the kids and we started a game of pool basketball. There was a goal on each end of the pool so most of out time was spent thrashing around for the basketball and tossing it to each other. Randy came out to heat up the grill and while he was doing that Mrs. Lintz jumped in also. Since I was the tallest, she began guarding me and more than once, out bodies collided and every part of her body pressed against me and I have to admit that I suspect she could tell that my cock was hard every time she did so. As a matter of fact, a few times, her hands brushed the front of my trunks and so she had to know what she was doing to me. Finally, I had to break it off before it - I - got out of hand. So, I begged out of the game so I could help Randy with the cooking.

At one point during the afternoon, I admired the design of the pool and the landscaping. I mentioned that when I was in college I started a landscaping company and that I'd kept it for several years before it was sold but that it was still in business. Randy and Mrs. Lintz say they were considering re-designing their whole back yard and could asked if I could give them some pointers. I begged off, telling them I had to get going. I hadn't done any landscaping for several years and I didn't want to get involved with two people that I could barely tolerate.

Since we didn't exactly operate in the same social circles and had little in common, I was very surprised when Mrs. Lintz called. She said they had a couple of alternative landscaping plans and could I stop by sometime to look at them and give my opinion. Again, I tried to demur but she was so persistent, I finally agreed to drop by one evening the following week when both she and Randy would be home. I stressed that I could only stay a few minutes.

On the appointed evening, I pulled down the long driveway and rung the doorbell. I stood there several minutes and rang the doorbell again and was about to turn to leave when Mrs. Lintz answered the door. Strangely, she had on a robe.

She smiled but it was the same frosty smile as usual. The only time she was not frosty to me was the day in the pool but that seemed to be an aberration. "Jeff, thank you for dropping by. I was just about to get in the pool. I was just going to call you - I just now found your cell phone number. Randy had to leave to go out of town. Could you come back tomorrow night?"

"I'm sorry Mrs. Lintz, but I can't. Do you have the plans now? Maybe I could just take a quick look at them and give you my thoughts. I know both of the companies and they are very good so I know that either of them will be all right. But, if I can help, I will."

She responded "Hang on a second. I'll get the plans."

She was gone a minute and them came out with two rolls of plans. "Mrs. Lintz, it's getting kinda dark out. We could see them better inside."

She was visibly nervous. "I just thought...I'm home alone and you know, it wouldn't be..... Well, come on in and we can take them to the solarium and look at them out there."

"Mrs. Lintz, you are safe with me. I have a few ladies that I see sometimes so my deepest thirsts get slaked. I believe I can control myself."

Either she didn't understand what I meant, or perhaps those comments upset her further, but in either case, she continued to be as nervous as before. But at this point, I just wanted to get this over with and get out.

We went to the solarium attached to the pool house and spread the plans out on a table. I bent over to look at each of them. She leaned in to point out certain things, and just like in the pool, she leaned against me. I didn't know if she was naked beneath the robe but there sure wasn't much separating her body from my arms as she made contact with me. It made it hard to concentrate but I tried to remain focussed so I could get out of there.

I told her which parts of which plans I liked and what I thought would be problematic. To better be able to illustrate what I meant, we moved over to a sofa with a coffee table in front and I drew out how I would modify them to make it more attractive and probably, less expensive. As we were sitting there, her robe fell off the side of her leg so that her thigh was exposed almost to her waist. She may not have realized that it happened but she sure didn't do anything about it either. Also, the top of her robe was gaped open and I could see the tops of her tits. I still didn't know if she was wearing anything underneath or not. After the fact - after I had sex with a woman I always imagine that I could smell her lust as she is getting hot. I got the same impression this time.

But, I also knew how dangerous it was for a black man to be alone with a nervous white woman. So, as soon as possible, I stood up to go. "Mrs. Lintz, I hope this has helped. Like I said, I haven't been in this business for a long time so keep that in mind when you consider my comments."

"Jeff, wait, before you go, let me at least offer you a drink or something. You've been so nice to give me the benefit of your time and expertise. And I didn't realize how hot it is in the solarium. I should have turned on the air conditioner. Let's go out to the pool and have a drink. Please."

On the one hand I was reluctant because she much of the time I'd known her, she was not a pleasant woman to be around. But, she is beautiful and I was dying to see more of her so I agreed to have one drink.

She led me to the pool. "The bar is right over there. Would you mind terribly fixing us a drink while I jump in the pool to cool off. I was gardening earlier and I am still hot. If you don't mind, I'll have a gin and tonic."

She untied the robe and let it fall to the floor. Well, she wasn't naked but it was about as close as one could get without going all the way. She had on a very small bikini...one little slip of white cloth covering each of her voluptuous tits and a handkerchief-sized piece covering her crotch. Almost every part of her tits was exposed except for her aureoles and nipples, and if she moved very much, those would be. And, either she never shaved her pussy or was simply lax about it, and I could see pubic hair escaping out of the sides and top of the bikini bottom.

Reluctantly, I turned to the bar to make our drinks and heard her splash into the water. I knew that I was going to have to get out of there soon. I had to get home and either call someone that I could perhaps spend the night with or take care of things by myself. My cock was throbbing, so much that I didn't know how I could turn around without it being so blatantly obvious. So, I finished the drinks and went over to sit down with one leg crossed over the other.

She saw me and walked up the pool steps. The bikini she was wearing looked like it was as thin as rice paper. I could see the darkness of her aureoles and of course, her nipples. I could also see the shadow of her pubic hair under the bottoms. I was actually going to be glad when she put the robe back on so I could possibly settle down and then be able to walk out of the house when it was time to leave. But, she didn't get the robe. She got a towel and dried her hair, rubbing it vigorously, which made her tits jiggle so much I thought they were going to pop out of the top. And then she wrapped the towel around her shoulders and sat down across from me.

We make small talk for a little bit and for much of that time, she got a pillow from the chair and, with some little display of modesty, she held it in her lap. But as we talked, she seemed to deliberately let it fall. And then she put one foot on the coffee table in front of us and left the other on the floor. Thus, she was almost spread-eagled and I saw beautiful curls of cunt-hair on each side of the thin crotch of the bikini. She was driving me crazy.

In a lull in our small talk, she looked at me provocatively. "Well, Jeff, I know you're not married but do you have a special girl? Or perhaps, girls?"

"No one special," I replied. "I have two or three that I see occasionally. Lately I've been traveling so much it has been hard to maintain a steady relationship. Or any kind of relationship at all for that matter. It has only been in the last couple of months that I have been able to be in town for several days at the time. So, maybe my social life will pick up."

She stood, "let me freshen your drink."

I protested that I needed to get moving but she pretty much ignored me and returned with a new drink and a small dish of nuts. She leaned over to put them on the table next to my chair and as she did so, her breasts were less than a foot from my face and obviously, they were about to fall out of the small bikini top. As she did so, she looked me directly in the eyes. It was overpowering, so I put my hand out and touched the back of her thighs. You'd have thought I slapped her.

With an intake of breath, she stood up. "What are you doing? I...I....I think you should go now. I...I'm a married woman and I shouldn't be alone with..."

I stood and leaned down towards her face. "You shouldn't be alone with who? A big black buck? You parade around with no clothes on, begging for it, showing me your tits and pussy hair and then you have the nerve to be offended? You know what you deserve don't you? For someone to rip those little panties off and bend you over and fuck the hell out of that pussy you have been flashing all evening. As a matter of fact, I bet your little pussy is wet right now, wanting that. I bet your cunt is dripping wet thinking about that."

"No...no. It's not. I...I...please."

As she stammered I reached up and took one of her nipples in my fingers and rolled it around. "Your nipples are hard Cindy. And it's not cold in here so that can't be it. As a matter of fact, it is pretty warm in here isn't it? I know that you are warm. I know your pussy is heating up as I squeeze your hard nipple." She was breathing hard and looking at me with concern and fear but she made no effort to move. Also in her eyes was a look of yearning and lust.

I squeezed both nipples a little harder and they actually seemed to grow and get even tauter. "Cindy, do you want me to leave? Just say the word and I'll go. But you'd better say it soon because if you don't, I'm going to rip off those little scraps of clothes. And I'm going to take out my big black dick for you to play with and for you to pull inside your warm, waiting pussy. Tell me what you want me to do, Cindy. If you want I'll go and no one will ever know I was here - or, I'll stay and fuck the hell out of your white little pussy. Let me see if you want it." She squirmed a little but I couldn't tell it that was from lust or fear.

I reached down and put my hand between her legs. Her bikini bottom was damp but perhaps that was from her earlier swim. I reached underneath and it was like my fingers were sucked inside. Her pussy was slippery with pussy juice.

I smiled, "no matter what you say, Cindy, your cunt doesn't lie. You are hot as hell. You want it don't you Cindy? Your pussy has been wet all evening hasn't it?"

Her mouth moved to mine and kissed me deeply. With her mouth still open, over mine, she said, "Yes, Jeff, it has been wet all evening. God, what am I doing? Fuck me, Jeff, fuck me. God, I want you so much. I've wanted you from the first time I saw you. Mmmm, God, God"

By now, her hands were fumbling at my belt, trying to unbuckle it. I stepped back to give her more room and she quickly got me down to my boxer briefs and then she pulled them off in one quick motion. I stepped out of them. I had taken off my tie and shirt in the meantime so I was totally naked. She was on her knees and had both hands on my hard cock holding it close to her face. One hand moved to my balls and as she rolled them around, the other hand moved up and down the shaft of my cock. She then put her mouth over the head and sucked deeply. While it felt so good to have a warm mouth over my dick, I had other needs - and plans.

I pulled her to her feet, but one of her hands never left my cock. I bent to kiss her and then pushed her bikini bra up to free those marvelous tits. They were big, firm, and supple. I palpated one as the other hand moved to her asscheeks, barely covered by a little wisp of fabric. My cock, still in her hand, was pressed to her stomach.

We were both moaning at this point, and moving frantically. I simply couldn't slow things down and frankly, I didn't want to. Cindy was moaning huskily, "fuck me, Jeff." She turned and leaned with her hands on the table, presenting her ass to me. I quickly snatched off her bottoms and ran my hand over her smooth hips and then up the crack on her ass. She moaned and reached for my cock to bring it to her pussy.

"Cindy, you want this big black fucking cock in your white little cunt don't you? I want to see your face when I fuck you."

So, I tuned her around and lifted her to the table and slid her ass to the edge. Her body looked amazing - big firm tits with great nipples, slim waist, nice big pussy lips surrounded by soft black pubic hair. Her pussy flesh was shiny with juice. And of course, my cock was throbbing, so erect and taut that it pointed to my face rather than sticking out. I lifted her legs and put them on my shoulders. She took my cock in her hand and guided it towards her eager pussy. I watched her face as it opened her cuntlips and entered her. The head of my dock was immediately drenched in cunt juice as it slid inside her. Her eyes widened and she gasped and moaned with desire.

"Oooh, Jeff, holy fuck that feels so good. Oh, my God, fuck me, baby," she moaned.

I rocked back and forth, fucking in deeper and deeper, feeling her pussy open up to accept me, getting deeper and deeper. She was tight and warm and slippery. Her eyes were glazed, as if she was in another world. I put my hand on her lower back and gave one last shove and she gasped as my cock was buried up to my balls inside warm needy pussy.

Between big gulps of air, and between grunts and moans, I was able to talk to her. "Cindy, open up your hot white cunt for this big black dick. Do you like being fucked by a big black buck, Cindy? How does it feel to have your hot little white pussy fucked by a big black man?"

That seemed to set her off even more. She threw her head back and her tits jiggled and bounced as I slid in and out that of her wet, welcoming cunt. "Ooooohhhh, fuck me hard, baby, fuck me," she yelled through quick intakes of breath. I increased my velocity and power and reached to hold the cheeks of her ass slightly off the table as I slammed in and out of her hot cunt. Her hair was wet around her shoulders as I fucked her harder and harder. I could feel the cum that seemed to begin deep in my balls and suddenly exploded inside her. I could feel her pussy tensing and then the regular, strong vibrations of her pussy spasming with an orgasm.

We were both grunting inarticulately as I unloaded spurt after spurt of cum inside her greedy pussy. My thrusts subsided and then I made myself stop, still buried inside as I felt her cunt-contractions. I pulled her close so her tits were plastered to me. "Keep cumming on my cock, Cindy, keep sucking that big black dick inside you and cum for me. Let me feel it up and down my cock baby."

I don't know how long we were like that or how many times she came. We were wet and spent. I held her tight, neither of us talking until we could breathe again. Finally, my softening dick slipped out of her and I pulled back. I looked down to see my cum soaked cock, slick with both of our juices and I saw a small stream of white cum draining out of her hairy, fuck-swollen pussy.

I smiled, "so you want me to leave huh? I couldn't have left you with a needy pussy like that."

She smiled in return, "and I could never have let you go. I wanted to fuck you from the first day at the children's center. I just couldn't admit it to myself. You know what I want now? I want you in my bedroom. I want to fuck you on my bed."

We quickly gathered up our clothes and she led me upstairs. Even though I had just had one of the strongest orgasms I ever had, the sight of her walking upstairs, naked, with cum draining down her legs, did a lot to revive me.

It was still warm so after we got inside she put the comforter away and we got on top of the sheets. As we talked, primarily about our surprise at being together in her bedroom, I admitted that I used to think she was a bitch.

She replied, "I think much of that was fear, not of you, but of me. See, Randy is a nice, gentle man but he is - well, let's just say my sexual needs are much, much larger than his. You should have invested in dildo or vibrator because I have used them all and so, that way, I could be the perfect little wife and still partially take care of my sexual needs, but holy fuck, I didn't know what I was missing. I always fantasized about being with a black guy...I think all white girls do, but I never really thought I'd fuck anyone ever again except for Randy. But enough of that. I'm sorry I was such a bitch. Maybe I can make it up to you."

We were lying on the bed propped on our sides, talking, and she had begun to fondle my cock in an almost distracted way. But it started to respond, particularly as I kept looking at her tits hanging a little to the side, both big, white, and capped with big, protruding nipples. By now, she had her legs parted, the bottom one on the bed lengthways and the other bent so that her foot was on the bed. Obviously, her hairy pussy was totally visible to me. I reached up and lifted one her tits and she began to breathe a little harder and faster.

"Jeff, I can tell you like to be in control and I want that. But right now, I just want to do something to you. Lie down on your back, please?"

She was right, I did like to be in charge. But, I did as she requested. She went over to a dresser and opened a drawer and pulled something out. She came back over to the bed and I saw that it was a pair of panties. She leaned over and pulled them up her legs.

"Just lie there Jeff, and watch. Think about how it felt when you saw me get out of the pool tonight, and how it felt when you saw me sitting in the chair, opening my legs to pose for you. Think about how good my legs looked as we talked, about how hard my nipples were. You watched them didn't you, Jeff. I knew that. And because you did, they hard harder and they grew bigger. Think about how that little bikini bottom just did cover my heaving pussy, Jeff. Could you see the outline of my pussy? I know you were looking. I bet you could have seen a spot of wetness if you'd looked hard enough. I was so fucking hot then. I could tell that you had a hardon. As a matter of fact, you were hard when we were looking at the plans. I saw you trying to hide it but with that huge hard black dick, you couldn't, could you. And that big, black pole is getting harder and throbbing again isn't it? Wow, it looks so good again, baby. I want your cock so much. I want you to fuck me a lot baby. Wanna see my ass baby? You haven't seen my ass much have you."

She turned and bent over. Her little panties barely covered her ass. She wasn't fat but her buttocks were ample. She ran both hands down her asscheeks and then she said, "want to see my asshole baby? Look at it, Jeff. Sometimes I put a little bitty vibrator in there while I finger my pussy." She pulled her panties to the side and I could see her wrinkled, brown asshole. She was driving me mad.

She then turned and moved closer to the bed and put on foot on the side of the bed, near my head, so that her crotch was just inches from my face. Those little panties barely covered her pussy and they were so sheer I could see the darkness of her brown pussy lips under the pink fabric. She reached down and rubbed it.

"God, Jeff, you get me so fucking hot. My pussy is so damn wet that my panties are damp." She continued to stroke her pussy like that. And then she took my hand and pressed it to her.

"Feel how wet it is. The panties are plastered to me aren't they. Push them inside, Jeff, and get them wetter." She pressed my hand so that it pushed the crotch up inside her until her pussy lips were hanging down each side. I put one hand on my dick...it was throbbing with excitement and lust.

She was breathing hard also. I took her hand to pull her on the bed. I was going to fuck her again. She pulled away.

"Jeff, you promised to let me do things right now. I want to take care of you. Just relax Jeff, please. Get on your hands and knees, please?"

I did as she asked. She then pulled off her panties and moved behind me and got on the bed on her back. I spread my legs as she moved up on the bed until her head was below my chest.

My cock was sticking straight out and she delicately spread out the crotch of the panties and put it over the head of my cock. She squeezed and I could feel the dampness from her pussy. They were silky and soft and wet!

"God, Cindy, that feels so goddam good. Baby, do you know how nice that it? That makes my cock so fucking hard baby."

She put one hand on my balls and the base of my dick and, with the other, she simply rotated the wet panties around the head. It was a few inches from her face. She squeezed my balls and ran her fingers up the shaft as she kept circling my dickhead with the other, panty-covered hand.

She moaned, "God baby, your cock looks so fucking good and feels so good in my hand. I can't even reach around it. Jeff, your dick is very, very strong. Did you like it inside my hot white cunt? Did you like fucking a hot little Jew girl? Want to fuck me over and over and over, Jeff? Want to put that big, black dick inside my tender little pussy? How about up my tight little asshole baby? Want to fuck that too? I've never had a cock up my ass but I want yours baby."

As she talked, her hand tightened around the head. And she moved it up and down the head, still covered by the wet panties. Her other hand held my balls and stroked them. I began to hump her fingers. I knew I was very close to an orgasm. As I fucked her hand faster and faster, she moved the panties down to my shaft. She moved it up and down the shaft stroking me, jerking me off. As I started shaking, I felt her mouth circle the head of my dick and she took it inside just as I started cumming. I fucked her mouth until I was spent. And still she held it inside until it began to soften. I pulled one leg over and she sat up and smiled. A small drop of cum was on her chin. She had one had on her pussy lips.

"Damn, Cindy, you are amazing. Now it's your turn. Get on your knees."

Our story will continue.....

I Bought Them For You Ch.03

I Bought Them For You Ch.03 [part 3 of 3]
By: david73 (still-david-73@hotmail.com)

I Bought Them For You Chapter 03 By David 73

Mark groaned as a hand slowly stroked the shaft of his raging erection. A familiar female giggle accompanied the teasing motion as consciousness returned shattering a pleasurable erotic dream. He forced his eyes open, blinking at the bright morning sunlight that streamed in through the window. Kate's body slowly came in to focus, her hand curled around his cock moving up and down the shaft.

"Morning sweetie!" Kate grinned at him. "And just what have you been dreaming about?" Mark groaned, licking his dry lips, his sleep fogged brain trying to understand what she was doing in his apartment. The confusion must have shown on his face.

"I borrowed these, hope you don't mind." Kate waved a familiar looking set of keys in front of his face with her free hand. "I wanted to give you an early morning surprise, but look what I found!" She gave his cock a little squeeze.

"Have you been enjoying yourself without me naughty boy?" Kate smirked, reaching over and picking up Mark's red thong panties, letting them dangle from one finger. "Eww, these are all sticky. What have you been doing to them hmm panty boy?" She dropped the panties over his eyes, her other hand still teasing his shaft. The smell of his cum wafted into his nostrils, making his cock quiver.

"I was planning on giving you an alarm clock blow job as a special treat. But I don't think naughty boys who jerk off in their panties when I'm not around to watch deserve treats like that, do they?" Kate cooed, her hand moving agonizingly slowly up and down his prick. Mark whimpered, his body writhing to her expert touch.

"But since you're such a panty slut, its obvious you're going to need several more pairs." She giggled, letting go of him. Mark moaned in disappointment as her weight lifted off the bed. She wasn't going to leave him in this state after all that teasing was she?

"Put your panties on sissy boy." Kate ordered him. "We've got shopping to do."

Mark reached up and pulled the red panties off his face as he sat up. Slipping off the bed, he moved behind Kate and wrapped his arms around her, pressing his hard cock against the curve of her ass. But she slipped free of his grasp with a deft motion and turned to face him, an irritated expression on her face.

"Later... if you're lucky." She snapped impatiently. Mark fought to control his own irritation at her preemptory attitude. It wasn't like he had asked her to come into his home and interrupt his sleep. Swallowing his anger, he pulled the panties up. His still hard cock bulged obscenely against the tiny scrap of material. Kate giggled, watching him struggle to fit himself in his underwear.

"Aww, poor baby." She cooed. "Be a good boy and I have a treat for you later!" She licked her lips and grinned at him.

Mark hurriedly pulled on a pair of jeans and grabbed a t-shirt from the drawer while Kate watched him, tapping her foot impatiently. Maybe he wasn't thinking very clearly right now, but there was no way he was turning down an opportunity for a treat from Kate.

"Where are we going?" He asked after he had finished dressing.

"Why Victoria's Secret of course!" Kate grinned at him before asking innocently. "Where else would be get you your panties?"

*****

Mark's palms started sweating as he parked the car in the Mall parking lot. He stalled for time, reluctant to get out of the car, but finally he ran out of things to do. Kate practically skipped into the building. She seemed very excited about doing this, but all Mark could think was that everyone was staring at him.

They weren't of course. They couldn't possibly know that he was wearing women's panties under his jeans. Could they? And they had no way of knowing what he was doing in the Mall or where he was going. But no matter how many times he told himself that, every time a woman so much as glanced in his direction, he felt his cheeks redden.

"We're just going shopping honey." Kate teased him, catching on to his reaction. "It's not like you've got a dirty little secret now is it?" Mark smiled weakly.

"Mark, Fancy meeting you here!" A familiar voice realized all of his worst fears in a matter of seconds.

"Hi Annette." Mark forced a smile onto his face, hoping it looked genuine as he turned to see her walking towards him. "I'm just doing some shopping."

"And this must be your girlfriend." Annette continued, turning an assessing glance on Kate. Mark tensed slightly, wondering how this encounter would play out.

"Annette, meet Kate. Kate, this is my co-worker Annette." He offered by way of introductions. He noticed the cool, almost hostile look that Kate was aiming at Annette and stifled a wince.

"It's nice to meet you Annette." Kate's voice was only a couple of degrees off frigid. "I don't believe that Mark has mentioned you before."

"Oh he doesn't talk much about himself at work either." Annette laughed, brushing the almost insult aside. "Why I wouldn't even know about you if it wasn't for the panties."

"Oh?" Kate drew herself up, her eyes turning steely. Mark cringed, waiting for the inevitable explosion. "Mark showed you some panties?"

"Oh, yes." Annette continued. Mark couldn't decide if she was really oblivious or deliberately winding his girlfriend up. "I must say he has excellent taste, don't you think?"

"Ah... she means my present dear. They were delivered to work." Mark hastily supplied, hoping to avoid what was rapidly turning into an ugly situation. Kate started at him for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Oh," She said. "Those panties! Yes. Yes, he does have excellent taste." She wrapped her arm possessively around Mark's waist. "As a matter of fact we're going to find some more that are to his taste today."

"Oh my, that sounds like fun!" Annette laughed and winked. "Well I certainly don't want to interrupt you two. I do hope you're coming to the office party next week though." She walked off with a party wave.

"Office party sweetie?" Kate gave Mark an arch look. "You didn't mention that either. You trying to hide me honey? Worried about what secrets I'll let slip?" Mark wondered how much worse his luck could get today.

"I wasn't planning on going." He started to stammer his excuse when Kate broke down in giggles.

"So she likes your taste in panties huh? What would she say if she knew just exactly what you like to do with those panties?" Kate laughed. "Oh I'm looking forward to the party." Mark shuddered.

"Oh look, we're almost there." Kate pointed towards the large Victoria's Secret window display which was showing off some of their tamer lingerie. Suddenly Mark's palms were sweating again. He glanced around, trying to think of some way out of this.

"You're not fooling anyone baby. I know you want to look at those skimpy little panties." Kate grinned, hooking her arm around his and pulling him towards the story. "Besides, you wouldn't want to disappoint Amy would you?"

"Amy?" Mark asked, confused. "What's Amy got to do with his?"

"Amy's going to help you pick out a pair of white panties, just like we talked about. I know you were distracted, but you didn't think I would forget did you?" Kate grinned evilly. Mark might have broken and run, but her arm locked onto him with a grip of steel.

Forcing one foot in front of the other, Mark felt his cheek start to heat up as he entered the very pink and feminine store. He told himself that at this point, making a scene would only attract more attention to him. Besides there were lots of guys in here with their girlfriends. It was no big deal, no one would know a thing. Well, except for Amy...

"Kate! There you are!" Amy's voice greeted them both from across the store. Mark forced a bland smile on his face as Kate guided him towards her friend. He couldn't help but remember the phone conversation Kate had had with Amy about white panties, and what she had said about Mark.

Mark had only met Amy a couple of times before. She was a buxom brunette with a tendency to be loud, friendly and flirty. Today she was wearing a low cut top that was clearly intended to draw attention to her primary assets. Mark mentally reminded himself to keep his eyes on her face.

"I've been looking forward to this ever since Kate told me about your... thing." Amy chattered excitedly. Mark felt his cheeks flame again. He remembered very clearly what he had been doing while Kate had told her friend about the panties.

"Oh Marky is looking forward to this too, aren't you Marky?" Kate cooed. "He was so very excited this morning." Mark's cheeks were scarlet with embarrassment now as the two women giggled at his expense.

"So... Marky." Amy picked up on Kate's cutesy pet name. "I was thinking white satin, or maybe lace panties. But what style do you prefer?" Mark looked blank, he had no idea what the different types were called.

"Marky is very new to all of this." Kate smiled at his confused expression. "Perhaps if we could show him some examples?" Amy grinned at the idea.

"Well you have the basic low-cut briefs." Amy gestured towards one section of the store. "Feminine and sexy, but classy, it doesn't show too much." Mark looked in the direction she was pointing, his mouth suddenly very dry as he stared and the huge variety of panties on display.

"Or if you're feeling a little more daring, we could try thongs. No panty lines and it really shows off your ass." Amy winked at him. He almost jumped as Kate's hand slipped round to cup and squeeze his ass.

"He looks good in thongs." Kate murmured. Mark glanced around nervously hoping that no one was listening to this very public private conversation.

"Well the other option, if you want to show your slutty side, is g-strings." Amy smirked. "Of course there might be some coverage problems in your case."

"Well sweetie, what sort of panties would you like to get?" Kate asked sweetly. Mark opened his mouth and closed it again. Any answer he gave would make him an active and willing participant in her game. It would confirm what Amy already thought she knew.

"It's a little to late to be playing coy Marky." Kate grinned. "And don't forget that I promised you a treat later if you were a good boy. You wouldn't want to miss out on that would you?"

Mark looked glanced nervously around the store, his eyes taking in all the colorful scraps of material on display. His mind swirled with fragmented images.

"A g-string." He whispered. Something about Amy's description of them as slutty spoke to his fantasies. Kate smiled triumphantly.

"Oooh G-Strings it is!" Amy practically shrieked. Mark glanced hurriedly around, but no one seemed to be paying any attention to him so far.

The two women dragged him over to a different section of the store where he fond himself surrounded by even tinier slips of material than before. His face burned with embarrassment as Kate and Amy started to flip through all the sexy panties trying to find the perfect pair for him.

"Got them!" Amy shrieked again, holding up a scrap of white material for everyone to see. Kate turned from her own explorations to study them.

"I'm not sure." She said uncertainly.

"Oh yes, these are definitely the ones." Amy's voice rose in volume as she grew more excited about her find. Mark darted nervous looks in all directions. To his horror he spotted one of the sales girls moving in their direction. He took a small step away from the two women, hoping to distance himself from the situation.

Amy was oblivious to the rest of the world however. Before he could move further away, she stepped behind him and held the panties around his waist. Mark looked down at the tiny lace g-string. The tiny triangle of material that made up the crotch would barely cover anything. He shivered.

"See, they're perfect for him." Amy continued her argument. "The white lace says innocent, but the skimpy g-string says gagging for it!" Mark felt beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he watched the sales girl draw closer.

"Well the pink ribbon is a nice touch certainly. " Kate nodded grudging agreement. "But I'm still not sure." "Can I help you ladies?" The sales girl asked, as she closed in on them. Her voice had that professionally friendly tone that store worked often employed. "Were you looking for something in... particular?" Her practiced opening faltered as she finally got close enough to see Amy still holding the white g-string in front of Mark's crotch. Mark shuddered, wishing the ground would just swallow him whole.

"Just what we need, a third opinion!" Kate smiled her sweetest smile as she moved to include the sales girl in their circle. "We're having a difference of opinion. What do you think of these panties?"

"Well... they... um... they are one of our more popular styles." The sales girl stuttered in flustered confusion. "Sexy, but stylish, in umm... innocent white with the.. ah... pink ribbon to emphasize your... femininity." She stopped looking nervously at the group as she realized exactly what she had said.

"Well what do you think Marky?" Kate asked grinning evily. "Should we emphasize your femininity?" Amy laughed. The sales girl raised her hand to her mouth in shock.

Mark nodded his head, burning with humiliation and desperate to get this over with as quickly as possible. He was painfully aware of the way his hard cock was pressing against the thong he wore under his jeans. He realized that if Amy moved the g-string his excitement would be visible to anyone who looked.

"That's settled then!" Kate clapped her hands together girlishly. "We'll need a pair of these in your largest size." The sales girl nodded her head, glancing speculatively at Mark who hung his head in embarrassment.

"Oh goody, now we just need a couple more pairs and you'll be all set Marky." Amy squealed enthusiastically.

Kate and Amy linked their arms around his and dragged him around the rest of the story. They stopped regularly to hold various styles of panties against him. In each case Kate took great pleasure in asking the sales girl for her opinion who accompanied them the whole time. After her initial shock, she seemed to have recovered her composure and was clearly now enjoying the situation. A couple of times when she caught Mark stealing a glance at her, she hastily covered a smirk with her hand.

Mark had to admit that the whole experience was exquisite torture. His cock was throbbing in his pants and Kate managed to accidentally brush against his crotch on several occasions. The combination of the sexy panties, Kate's teasing and the knowledge that all three women knew that the panties they were looking at were for him, was almost unbearable.

The final humiliation was when the sales girl offered to set up an account for him. The offer was accompanied by a blatant wink which both Kate and Amy found hysterical.

"Well honey, are you ready for your treat now?" Kate grinned, handing him the bag to carry as they left the store. Mark nodded eagerly, hoping that he would finally get some relief after the endless teasing.

"Guess we'd better get back home then huh?" Kate winked at him before turning to her friend. "Amy we'll meet you back at Mark's apartment. Just follow us if you don't know the way. It's not far."

Mark looked at Amy in surprise, then turned to give Kate a glare. What was the woman up to now? Despite all the teasing, and games, they had never involved anyone directly in their sex life before. Kate met his angry look with a calm stare.

"Amy already knows what a sissy my boyfriend is. After all I told her, and she's just spent the morning helping you pick out your girly panties." Kate smiled. "She just wants to see it for herself. She can keep a secret... unless you annoy her. But you wouldn't be silly enough to upset a friend of mine, now would you sweetie?" Mark shivered at the threat barely concealed by those words. He hastily shook his head, reflecting on how little control he now had over his own life.

"Good boy! Now lets get you back home so we can attend to this." Kate casually patted his crotch, her hand briefly cupping his swollen prick. Mark stifled a moan.

*****

Amy was right behind Mark and Kate as they reached his apartment. Mark stood in the middle of his living room and turned to look at the two women as Kate closed the door with a decisive thud. He wasn't sure exactly what she had in mind, but right now his excitement was over-riding any nerves he had.

"Well?" Kate demanded, looking expectantly at him. "What are you waiting for. Strip off and lets see how your new panties look on you!"

Mark looked down at the small plastic bag which had dropped on the coffee table. He felt his cheeks reddening again. Did Kate really intend to parade him in front of her friend wearing only those skimpy panties?

"Mmmm. I can't wait to see you in your white g-string Marky." Amy teased. "It'll show of that tight ass of yours to perfection."

"Oh yes, let's start with the g-string Mark!" Kate joined in, smirking at him. "Hurry up, you don't want to keep us waiting." Again Mark noted the hint of a threat to her words.

Mark snatched up the bag and strode towards his bedroom. He might have to parade himself in front of the smirking pair, but he would at least allow himself the dignity of getting changed in private.

Once there, he hurriedly stripped off his t-shirt and jeans, before peeling himself out of his thong. His hard cock sprang free from its containment making him reluctant to encase it all over again. But he couldn't ignore the threat behind Kate's words. He fished the white g-string out of the Victoria's Secret bag and stared at the tiny piece of cloth. It wasn't going to leave very much to Amy's imagination.

"What's taking so long?" Kate called out.

Shrugging, Mark stepped into the g-string and pulled it up his legs. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Amy was right, on a woman this g-string would look both innocent and slutty. On him though, it looked obscene. Gritting his teeth in resignation, he reluctantly stepped out into the living room.

Amy and Kate greeted his return with a series of whoops and catcalls. Mark felt himself blushing crimson with embarrassment. He felt incredibly exposed and vulnerable standing in front of these two fully dressed women. He couldn't deny his excitement though. In the skimpy g-string everyone knew exactly how excited he was.

To his horror, Amy raised a digital camera to her face and started snapping pictures. Mark stared at Kate in alarm, silently appealing for her to intervene.

"Well, I did promise her some pictures on the phone the other day." Kate laughed. "You remember that don't you?" Mark moaned softly, he remembered that phone call only too well. His cock twitched and swelled even further.

"Oh my god!" Amy shrieked. "Look at him. He looks like he's about to explode!"

"My Marky does seem to enjoy showing off his panties doesn't he?" Kate grinned evilly. "Turn around Mark. Let Amy see your cute ass."

Mark obeyed Kate's instructions, turning around, glad in some ways not to have to look the women in the face any more. He could almost feel their eyes on his exposed ass cheeks.

"Oh that's a nice touch." Kate murmured. "The back is so small it doesn't cover anything at all. Bend over Mark."

Mark bent forward, moving his legs apart to steady himself. He felt so cheap posing like this, as though he was nothing but a piece of meat.

"He has a tight ass." Amy commented. "And it's practically begging for attention in those panties." Mark trembled, his cock throbbing as he posed for the two women. "He looks like such a fag boy. Does he let you watch him with guys."

"Oh my Marky's not into guys." Kate corrected her friend casually. She didn't seem surprised or upset by Amy's question. "He's just a horny sissy slut. Turn around panty boy. Let's show Amy how much you like your new panties."

Mark stood up and turned back around. Kate was sitting on the sofa now, her legs crossed. Amy remained standing her camera at the ready to snap more pictures. The expression on her face said she didn't believe Kate for a second, Mark shivered with humiliation. Amy was sure he was gay. He hoped she wouldn't tell anyone else that.

"God, look how far he's sticking out." Amy giggled, keeping her camera busy. "The poor boy looks like he's gonna shoot any second."

"Oh he is." Kate murmured. "Don't stop taking pictures. You're going to love this!" Kate giggled wickedly, kicking the shoe off her right foot and wiggling her toes in Mark's direction. "You know what to do honey. Kneel down."

Mark dropped to his knees in front of Kate. His mind flashed back to the series of events that had started this. Kate was obviously trying to re-create the original phone call only with Amy here in person this time. He groaned in pleasure as he felt her bare foot press against his panty covered cock.

"Feels good doesn't it sissy boy?" Kate mocked him, moving her foot ever so slowly along his shaft. Mark gasped, trembling with shame as he exposed the extent of his weakness to an almost stranger. "Show Amy how much you like it."

Kate didn't have to say any more than that, Mark knew exactly what she wanted. The small rational part of his mind screamed at him to stop this, that he was giving both women more control over him. He had to stop this now. Instead he thrust his hips forward, pressing his engorged cock against Kate's foot.

"Oh... my... god!" Amy gasped, her voice sounding distinctly breathless now. Mark glanced over at her, his face crimson only to find himself looking directly into the camera lens.

"That's it. Fuck my foot in your slutty g-string." Kate smirked down at him, holding her foot still, forcing him to thrust and rub himself against her. "Show Amy what a horny sissy bitch you are."

"This is so fucking hot." Amy giggled, snapping picture after picture. Mark glanced at her again, burning with shame and humiliation as he desperately thrust his panty clad cock against Kate's foot.

"So I guess Frank wouldn't do something like this for you huh?" Kate asked mischieviously. "Frank? Oh hell no!" Amy laughed dismissively. "Any time he gets hard, he's going to push me down and take me like a man. Of course, he's not a sissy fag like your Marky here."

Mark groaned, burning with humiliation. Kate didn't even bother to correct Amy this time, she seemed to enjoy the added embarrassment that her friend was causing him. He panted, thrusting desperately. His cock was throbbing painfully and he could feel himself getting close.

"Get ready." Kate grinned evily. "He's not going to last much longer."

She was right. Mark whimpered as she started to move her foot again, curling it around his swollen shaft. He thrust violently forward, letting out a strangled moan as the first spurt of cum shot into his white panties.

Kate hastily pulled her foot away, allowing Amy and her camera an unobstructed view as he soaked his white g-string with cum.

"Oh I can't wait to see how these turn out." Amy sniggered.

New horizon's.

New horizon's. [part 1 of 2]
By: Shuggie (life_guru2002@hotmail.co.uk)

New Horizon's.

Sitting on the hotel balcony as the warm dry heat gently warmed my toned body, with a gently sigh, I settled back on the chair to enjoy the two weeks in the sun.

Work over the past year had been hard going, although it had been quite rewarding too. Since the company lost two of their top sales reps their work had fallen on the rest of the teams shoulders. Biting the bullet, I decided to take my fair share of the extra work. Suddenly a job that I normally worked 40 hours a week jumped to close on 60 hours.

It had been a long winter but by May the company had finally replaced the guys that had left, and managed to sort out the commissions on each of the contracts.

Standing at the cash point, I couldn't quite believe the figures that were printed on the bank statement, pulling out my mobile phone then phoning into the work, the girl explained that the figures she had, were given to her by the sales manager.

Checking the figures against what I had received, I realised that she had paid me the right amount, there had to be a mistake in the sales side of things.

After a brief discussion with the sale manager everything had been clarified, two of the contracts were paid quarterly, they had managed to forget to pay me the last quarter's commission on these contracts, I hadn't even realised in my previous payslips that they were missing.

Hanging up then dialling home I listened to Emma lift the phone then say "what do you want?" with a light chuckle, I could only guess that she had looked at the caller display before answering.

"Remember you were talking about that four star hotel in Majorca that we couldn't afford?" I asked waiting for a reply "yeah." I had peaked her curiosity.

"Well take a look at the internet banking" I added listening to her head over to the computer then type.

"okay nearly there" Emma said then fumbled with the phone.

"Craig, I think you had better phone the work" Emma said, the shocked tone was evident in her voice.

"I did" I answered with a grin watching people file past, probably wondering why I was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"And what did they say?" I could only imagine that confused look on her face.

"My wages are right" I added listening to a gasp over the other end of the phone.

"How the hell can they be right, they've just put 12 grand into the bank" Emma hissed frantically listening to me laugh.

"You remember we all picked up contracts from Dave and Michaels work load?" I asked listening to a curious "yeah".

"Well it turns out that two of the contracts I got were quarterly, Frank forgot to put my last quarter's commission into the bank" I added listening to Emma reply with a delighted "Really".

"turns out in total to be 8 grand's worth of commission" I added listening to Emma laugh in the background.

"So we can go then?" Emma hissed down the phone.

"Well that sort of depends how badly you want to go?" I added giving a dirty grin.

Suddenly the phone went quiet for a few seconds as Emma thought about what I said.

"Okay, it's going to cost just over a grand, what do you want?" Emma asked with a devious tone in her voice.

"two things that you save for special occasions" I added trying to be as discreet as possible on a busy main street.

"Let me guess, would it have something to do with my throat" Emma said with a dirty laugh down the phone.

"Well yeah that's one" I added listening to her laugh then pretend to think.

"Mmmm, let me see, what else?" Emma said teasingly as I stood with the mother of all grins on my face.

"Well I guess it would probably have to be..somewhere tight" Emma added with a dirty laugh then asked "and what if I don't agree?"

"Well we could always go and stay with your parents" I added listening to her laugh then hiss "Oh come on, that's not fair".

"Tell you what, I'll let you think about it while I'm at work" I added listening to her laugh before hanging up the phone.

Emma and I had met at my best mates wedding, Allan and I had been best friends from school, it came as no surprise when Allan asked me to be his best man.

Standing in the church going through the rehearsal, my eyes seemed to keep wandering over to Emma. Her short black hair, that "little miss good two shoes" face and a slim figure hidden under a thick dress jacket.

Heading back to Allan's for a quick drink and to discuss the wedding, it didn't take long for Emma and I to realise that as we had both just broken up with our partners, then maybe we should just keep each other company at the wedding.

Heading home after a couple of hours, I sat thinking about Emma as I drove, she was good looking, but not outstandingly beautiful. A few days later my opinion was to change.

Standing beside Allan, at the alter; I watched as Davina, the bride, stepped into the doorway at the back of the church. Davina stood for about a minute then suddenly the pipe organ burst into life.

Walking slowly down the aisle taking centre stage, my eyes seemed to skim over her, watching Emma in a light blue bride's maid dress with the most amazing smile on her face.

She looked amazing, Emma had paid a small fortune to get her hair styled for the wedding, and it had paid off.

All the way through the service my eyes seemed to drift back to Emma, sometimes even catching her looking over at me.

Standing outside the church for the photographs it seemed that we spent more time looking at each other, than smiling for the camera. By the start of the wedding reception, we stood together watching Allan and Davina take their first dance before slipping onto the floor beside them.

Holding her warm slim body, my nostrils filled with her beautiful scent, our eyes fixed on each other as we drifted into a magical moment that no one else would share.

Three days later Emma and I headed out on our first date, watching her grin then laugh as I sat entertaining her, I realised that not only did Emma have the sort of look that I craved, but under that beautiful exterior lay the most amazing personality that I had even seen. In the course of three hours, I had seen every side imaginable, Emma quickly realised that I liked my women to act slightly submissive and seemed more than happy to play the role, yet just one look at the waiter as he brought the wrong dessert told me that could be equally as dominant.

Two weeks later, Emma and I headed out to the pub, then sat drinking as we talked. dropping her off at her flat, Emma paid the taxi driver then grinned "just to let you know, I sleep on the left side of the bed, and if you have a problem with that then the sofa is all yours".

It wasn't subtle, but it was all the prompting I needed. Within ten minutes we were ripping each others clothes off in a drink fuelled frenzy.

Dropping to her knees in front of me Emma plunged her warm mouth straight over my turgid cock then sucked furiously as she revelled in giving me that sweet little innocent look as our eyes met.

After five minutes of driving me to the heights of pleasure with her mouth, Emma stood up then hissed "I'm going to bend over that sofa and if you don't fuck me as hard as you can. Then there won't be another date".

Watching Emma bend forward then place her hands on the arm of the sofa, I headed in behind her before thrusting my thick cock into her, listening to her grunt with pleasure.

"Oh yeah, that's what I want" Emma groaned as I couldn't believe my luck.

Holding her hips firmly then stabbing into her with as much force as I could muster, Emma stood groaning and hissing with each thrust of my cock.

"oh Hell, that feels good" Emma groaned as my hips started to work overtime.

Within five minutes Emma was groaning deliriously as her impending orgasm built. "Oh hell I'm cumming" Emma shouted as I felt her push herself back onto my rampart cock in time with each thrust.

Within seconds Emma let out a heavy groan as I watched her body shake for all it was worth. Within a few seconds Emma had turned round then looked up into my eyes with a smile before hissing breathlessly "you'll never know how much I needed that".

Slipping her hand down to my steel like cock, Emma started to work it gently then stepped forward as my cock slide against her stomach, pressing her lips to my ears, Emma whispered "One night only offer, mouth or ass?".

The shock hit me straight away as I watched her pull back then grin.

"Of fuck ass, definitely ass" I groaned watching her smile then bend over the sofa again.

It was like a dream cum true, Stepping forward then guiding my purple head to her tight ass I gave a gentle push feeling my cock push into her tight ring.

"Oh fuck you feel great" I hissed feeling her tight cheeks collapse around my cock as I ploughed deeper into her hot tight ass.

The thing that seemed to surprise me the most was that once most of the woman I dated had seen how thick my cock was, they usually decided that anal sex wasn't an option.

Pushing the last of my cock into her, I started to roll my hips gently for a few minutes mindful that I could be causing her some discomfort.

Emma stood for about a minute then rolled her head round to the side then grinned at me "Are you going to fuck me, or wait there for a bus". Watching her smile back at me was all the inspiration I needed.

"Just tell me if I get too carried away" I groaned starting to pick up the pace feeling her tight ass trying to strangle the life out of my hard cock.

Within seconds I was giving it everything I had, as my balls slapped heavily against her pussy.

"Oh yeah now that's what I call getting fucked" Emma groaned then turned and grinned at me.

"You want fucked properly do you?" I asked watching her grin then nod.

"Trust me, by the time I'm finished with you, you won't be able to sit for a week" I hissed slamming myself against her.

"Oh yeah, keep talking Craig" Emma hissed then grunted with each heavy thrust of my thick cock, as it ploughed deep into her ass.

"Oh fuck, can I cum in your ass" I groaned unable to last any longer watching my cock plough into her soft ass cheeks.

"Of course, there no fun in it other wise" Emma groaned as I gave one last heavy thrust then held her firmly in place as my cock sprang to life deep in her ass, sending shot after shot of hot semen into her bowels.

Letting out a loud, long groan, I watched Emma grin as I held her firmly. After a few seconds of enjoying the moment, I pulled out slowly watching her ass hole fall back into shape.

Emma turned then grinned "well did you enjoy that?" she asked pressing her hot lips against mine in a wondrous kiss.

After a few seconds Emma pulled back then wandered off to the toilet as I sat on the sofa looking down at my slowly deflating cock, almost feeling the need to congratulate it for a job well done.

Five minutes later Emma shouted from the bedroom "well are you coming to bed, I've got work tomorrow morning".

Climbing in beside her naked body, I watched as she grinned over at me, Emma's eyes seemed to tell me she had something on her mind.

"I only do that when I'm drunk, or when I feel that you might have deserved it" Emma said with a wild eyed grin watching me nod.

"Well if you tell me what I done to deserve it, then I'll make sure I do it again" I added watching her roll over, turning her back to me.

Dropping my head to the pillow, I slipped my hand over her body then placed my hand on her right breast cupping it gently, feeling Emma's hand rest on top of mine.

"Good night" Emma whispered as I lay enjoying the warmth of her small breast in my hand.

Lying with the mother of all grins on my face, I believed that I had found perfection. Over the coming months Emma and I settled into a more sedate sex life. Usually it revolved around mutual oral sex then finishing with a good fuck, but every occasionally Emma would surprise me with her dirty mind, hissing something like "would you not rather have that up my ass".

About six months later, Emma decided to make me a meal for my birthday then sat watching me tuck into it.

"Aren't you going to have something to eat" I asked watching her grin.

"Actually, I'm going to have something later" Emma said with a dirty grin watching me give her a confused look.

"What?" I asked watching her let out a dirty laugh.

"Well you see I fancied a nice thick sausage" Emma stopped with a grin then laughed "preferable one that delivers some salty cream at just the right time". Leaning forward then placing the rest of my dinner on the coffee table, I watched as Emma grinned wildly.

"Well your looking a little hungry, maybe I had better feed you just now" I added with a dirty grin watching her laugh.

"But what about your dinner, it will get cold" Emma grinned watching me nod then answer "you have a microwave" I added stepping in front of her then unfastening my trousers allowing my flaccid cock to fall free.

Emma's eyes dropped to my flaccid cock as I watched her push herself forward on the sofa then wrap her hand around it before stroking gently.

"I didn't know what to buy you for your birthday, so I thought I would let you decide what you wanted" Emma said with a dirty grin then flicking her eyes down to my cock.

"You know what I would really like?" I asked watching her give me those puppy dog eyes then grin.

"Would involve something to do with me and my throat?" Emma grinned watching me nod, I had hinted for as long as I could remember that I wanted to at least try it just once. Emma had always resisted the temptation.

"okay I'll tell you what, I'll give it a try, but if I don't like it then I stop..okay?" Emma said as she gave me a nervous smile then leaned into my slowly rising cock then placed a gentle kiss on the foreskin.

Emma sat stroking my now quickly rising cock as she placed soft kisses on the purple head before gently allowing my cock to slide gracefully into her warm mouth.

"Oh yeah, that feels good" I groaned watching my thick tool slip easily into her mouth then watching as her cheeks collapsed inwards with each gentle suck.

Emma sat sucking on my tool for about a minute then pulled her mouth back before giving me a gentle smile.

"Could you do me a favour?" Emma said with a serious look watching me nod.

"If I'm going to try this, could you try and keep still" Emma said with a wry smile watching me nod then slowly slipping my hard meat back into her innocent little mouth.

Standing watching her suck gently, I watched as Emma pushed my hard cock into the back of her mouth then stopped for a second before opening her mouth slightly then pushing gently. Emma pulled back sharply as she gave a gentle gurgle then pushed forward again repeating the same process a few times before slipping her mouth off my cock then wiping her mouth.

"Are you okay?" I asked watching her nod then smile.

"Listen if you can't do it, then don't try" I added feeling that maybe I was asking a little too much.

Emma gave a subtle little smile then pushed her head forward; as I felt her mouth close round my hard cock. For the next ten seconds Emma sat sucking gently then pushed her mouth down my shaft a little further.

"Oh shit, I can feel it" I groaned watching her pull back then cough.

"Oh wow, that felt amazing" I groaned watching her mouth push forward then instantly it felt like her throat was wrapping around my thick cock.

"oh shit" I hissed feeling her pull back then immediately stab her warm mouth back down on my cock as I watched her take even more of my turgid cock into her throat.

Pulling back quickly I watched Emma give another quick cough then thrust her mouth back onto my cock, taking every last inch of hard meat as I watched her lips press gently against my pubic hair.

"let me do it this time" I hissed watching her eyes rise slowly to mine then pulling her mouth back off my cock Emma grinned "it's not really comfortable, half a dozen times then we do something else, okay?".

"Grabbing her head then thrusting forward I watched with awe as my cock slipped easily into her throat feeling her throat quickly wrap tightly around my cock.

Pulling back then rolling forward I watched as Emma sat with her eyes looking up to mine, just the sight of that look had me ready to blow my load as the slightest word of encouragement.

A few more stabs of complete bliss then suddenly Emma pulled her head back before standing up then quickly pulling her purple panties down.

Bending over the sofa, then resting her knees on the floor, Emma looked round with a grin "As it's your birthday, you decide where, but if you decide where I think you will, then be quick" Emma said with a grin. Dropping to my knees behind her then pulling at her cheeks gently, I sat watching her tight little hole ready to be ravaged by my hard cock.

Pressing my purple head against her tight little ass I groaned "tell me how much you want it".

Emma turned quickly then grinned feeling my hard cock break the resistance as her cute little ass started to accept my hard cock.

"You know what I would really like to try?" Emma said with a grin, feeling me starting to rock my hips as her tight ass wrapped around my cock.

"What?" I grinned watching her grin wildly then hissing "a guy in every hole".

Emma gave a dirty laugh as my mind went into overdrive at the thought of watching her take part in a foursome.

Within seconds I was motoring away as I thrusted heavily into her ass watching her smile.

"You'd like to watch me suck a guy's cock as you fuck my ass.wouldn't you?

In seconds I knelt ramming my hard cock into her like a battering ram as I hissed "Fuck I would do anything to see that sight"

"What would you prefer, cumming in my ass, or both of you cumming in my mouth?" Emma asked with a dirty grin as I suddenly realised where she had got the idea from.

"You know what I would want" I groaned feeling her starting to push back onto my hard cock as I thrust my hips as hard as I could.

"mouth it is then, but wouldn't it be more fun to cum on my face then make me wipe it off with my fingers then lick them" Emma asked giving another grunt as finally the moment of truth arrived.

"Oh hell I'm cumming..your nasty" I grunted watching her laugh as I held firmly to her hips feeling my cock explode inside her tight ass.

"You know baby, you are so easy to read" Emma said with a grin feeling me pull free then look down at my still hard cock.

"Would you ever consider doing that for real?" I asked watching her smile then nod.

"Well maybe, but you would seriously have to earn it" Emma said with a grin then headed to the toilet.

Sitting on the sofa, my mind quickly flashed back to the porn video that we had watched as few weeks earlier. The cute looking blonde sitting on her knees as two guys pumped there hot seed into her mouth.

What I would give to see Emma in that position. One thing was for sure when it came to sex Emma was open to suggestions but would she ever truly consider such a request.

Suddenly our sex life came alive, over the next year, Emma and I would have sex, once she had finished her orgasm, Emma would lie telling me detail after detail of what she would like. Two guys, three guys, then suddenly as she sat on top of my hard cock riding away Emma hissed "You know I would even consider sex with another girl".

I sat in shock and delight at the mere suggestion. "You mean you would eat pussy" I asked watching her small perky breasts bounce rapidly before my eyes.

"oh hell yes, the wetter the better" Emma groaned the started to gasp wildly before watching her body tense as her orgasm burst through her body.

She had hardly finished before hissing "you would love to watch me licking another pussy wouldn't you?"

In seconds my cock exploded deep in her pussy as Emma sat grinning.

Moving to a new house that we had saved to buy, the first night in the house Emma and I lay in bed with me fucking her from behind as Emma played out all of her fantasies with her mouth.

Finishing in no time I lay there groaning then hissed "what would it take to see at least one of those things happen?"

Emma turned her head then grinned "Well I like the idea of a couple of weeks in the sun; if you can give me that, then I will consider giving you something in return"

The problem was I knew exactly where Emma wanted to go and how much it cost, with the mortgage and the rest of our bills, then the holiday she wanted wasn't an option.little did I realise that within a month, two of my work mates would quit and give me the perfect opportunity to put her to the test.

Stormy Night Brings Heated Passion

Stormy Night Brings Heated Passion
By: LongTxRod (longtxrod@yahoo.com)

A ring of the doorbell broke the silence for him. The weather was wet and cold. He opens the door and there she stands, shivering. He ushers her into his warm house and she sighs in relief.

"It is far too cold to be out, thank you." she tells him, "My car is stuck up the road, about a mile."

"Hi, my name is Todd."

"Mine is Sherie, I am so sorry to intrude."

'Intrude', he thought to himself, 'Anytime!' She was a stunning beauty, the likes of which he hasn't seen in a long time. Sherie was just a bit shorter than himself, with one great figure. She had stunning eyes and soft flowing hair.

He admired her legs wrapped in the wet jeans she wore. He smiled slightly noticing that her nipples were pushing out of her cotton shirt. He could not believe that her breasts could be so firm without the assistance of a bra.

Sherie cleared her throat and asked to use the phone. He felt his face redden with embarrassment for being caught looking and pointed down the hall. She smiled at him and said. "It's ok, I am flattered." She glanced at him as she walked to the phone with that teasing schoolgirl look. He noticed now that he was breathing heavily.

She returned from the phone with a look of disappointment on her face.

"Is something wrong?"

"The towing company said they are so busy that they won't get here for a few hours."

"I am sorry!" he exclaimed

"Don't be, I was just on my way to meet a friend."

"Can I give you a lift?"

"No, that's ok. She probably left the bar, I'm sure she will be gone, as I am very late."

"Well, if you must wait here then at least let me get you dry and warm." he offered.

"Why thank you! You're a sweetheart Todd."

He left the room for a moment to get a towel and robe. While gone she glanced around the room noticing he was single. She quietly remarked to herself, "He looks in his late 30's, with no wife. He must have a girlfriend somewhere, but I hope not." Glancing at more pictures she stated, "He is handsome though."

"Thank You!"

She jumped and yelped with surprise at his entrance. "Oh my God, you scared the hell out of me!"

"Here, I'll throw your clothes in the dryer and you can wear this robe." Admiring her beautiful face, he handed her the robe. "I am sorry it's so short, you can change in the kitchen and then give me your clothes to dry."

She walked to the kitchen and returned a few moments later. He was now entranced by the beauty of his house guest. She had wrapped the towel around her wet hair and the robe covered to her mid thigh. Todd admired the tone of her legs, the muscles just barely bulging on her thighs and her calves were sleek but strong.

She looked at him and asked, "Do you like what you see?"

"Your gorgeous, I have not seen a woman of your beauty for so long!"

She blushed, "Probably not since college, hmmm?"

"You're in college?"

"Mmm Hmmm, I just started a few months ago." She added, "You can thank my swim coach for the physique."

"Please, remind me to later."

"May I use your shower to warm up?"

"Go ahead, up the stairs and to the right."

He watched her as she climbed the stairs. She swayed her hips so as to give him a look at her legs and round but firm ass. He could feel his shorts tighten as he became slightly erect.

A few minutes had passed and the dryer sounded the buzzer to let him know the clothes were dry. Todd figured on being nice, so he carried them upstairs. Nearing the bathroom door he noticed it was completely open and looked in. There she was standing behind the clear curtain, lathering her lean body. He now got to admire her body in its splendid entirety. She had the firmest breasts he had seen, he figured about a c-cup. Her hips were as toned as the rest of her and he noticed that she was shaved smooth, but still had a bit above her clit. He could feel the hard on now growing stronger in his pants.

Todd couldn't believe what happened next. As Sherie rinsed off the soap from her body, she began to caress her skin. A look of wanton desire on her face, she caressed her cheek and slowly sucked a finger into her mouth. She moaned softly as she moved her hands down to her breasts and caressed them. She ran her fingers around her nipples in slow circles. Sherie moaned more passionately as she pinched her nipples.

While he was entranced by the show he hadn't noticed that he was now rubbing his cock through his shorts. Wanting her to touch him and make him feel as he hadn't in quite some time.

He looked back at her and watched as she leaned back against the wall and spread her legs apart slightly. Hunger made her left hand cup her left breast and play with its nipple. Sherie's right hand slid slowly down her belly to her inner thigh and she began to caress her lips and her clit. She curled her lip inward and bit on it. Her moaning became louder with her stroking between the folds of her pussy.

Todd continued to stroke his cock through his shorts. He enjoyed the site of her pleasuring herself. He watched for what seemed like hours until she came and came hard. She shuddered in a powerful orgasm. He quickly left her clothes there on a chair outside the bathroom and went back downstairs. He poured a drink and sat on the couch. Confusion set in as he realized she was coming down the stairs and he still had his erection. Try as he might he had a hard time hiding it.

Around the corner she came, still in the robe. He was surprised to see that she had not dressed. She looked him right in the eyes and asked, "Did you enjoy the show?" He could not speak, the lump in his throat choked off any comment. Sherie let her eyes wander to his crotch and she chuckled "I guess you did!"

She strolled across the room towards him and unwrapped herself from the robe. It floated to the floor and was forgotten in the moment. As she approached him, he swallowed hard. His hard-on was still throbbing in his pants, trying to break free of its confines. She huskily said, "Mmmm I must help release that." Todd simply smiled at her.

Leaning forward to kiss him she ran her hand up his inner thigh. Her pulse quickened as she stroked his cock through his shorts. He moaned at her touch. Their mouths met and passion filled their kisses. Tongues swirled, dancing about like two fish in the sea. She kissed and nibbled her way down his chest. Sherie slipped the tee he was wearing over his head and she licked her way to his nipples. His only response to this pleasure was a gasp. She licked his nipples for a short time until they were as hard as his cock was. She then bit his nipples gently. His mind clouded by the sheer pleasure of her torture of his nipples, he responded with a low moan.

She kissed and licked her way down to his shorts and removed them with eager hands. His shorts and boxers gone now, she had access to what she had wanted since watching him spying on her upstairs.

"You have such a perfect cock!" She caressed the length of his shaft with her fingers and then wrapped her long fingers around the base. In small circles, at first, she licked around the head of his cock. She flicked her tongue around the end of his cock and he moaned. Very slowly, inch by inch, she slid his length into her mouth until all of Todd was inside. Sherie slowly moved her head up and down the length of his cock, stroking him with her hand as well. He moaned louder and gasped from time to time from the exquisite feeling she was giving him. She stroked his cock as she stopped sucking him off so she could lick and suck on his balls. She took his manhood into her mouth again and stroked and sucked faster this time.

He squirmed on the couch with the intense pleasure this was giving him. "I'm going to come!" he moaned. It seemed as if this made her do it faster. "Give it to me, I want it all!" He shuddered as stream after stream of his load filled her mouth. Sherie swallowed it as if it were a dessert.

He took her hand and guided her to the couch next to where he was and laid her on the pillows at the end. Without a word he began to nibble his way up the inside of her leg. Up past the knee and she moaned. Up the inside of her thigh and she gasped. Todd was mere inches from her shaven peach when he began to flick his tongue on the inside of her thigh and she moaned a "yes" in a near whisper. He moved inward, but he felt the need to tease her. He licked, kissed and nibbled to within an inch of her swollen lips but he refused to touch them. Sherie had grabbed his head and had two handfuls of his hair and was begging him to stop the torture.

He moved slightly to the left and brushed her pink lips with the end of his tongue. Softly up one side of her pussy and then down the other and she moaned. She gasped loudly as he plunged his tongue into her as deep as it would go. "Oh yeah, that's what I need." Todd's tongue swam in her juices for a while and then he stopped for a moment. She shuddered when he blew warm air across her engorged clit. He worked his tongue and his lips on her clit for what seemed like forever to her. Her moans grew closer together as did her ripples of pleasure. She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head against her clit and he sucked on it hard. She cried out "Fuck, yes" as she came hard on his face.

"I have to have your cock Todd. Fuck me hard, Fuck me now!" she demanded.

He moved her to the edge of the couch and moved in between her open legs. On his knees he was at just the right height. He grabbed his cock in his hand and moved toward her. He looked at her and saw the beckoning want in her eyes. "Put that fat cock in me now." Sherie rubbed her swollen mound vigorously as he leaned in to her. He teased the end of his cock against her lips making her grit her teeth and groan loudly. He smirked as he slipped his cock into her drenched sheath inch by agonizing inch. He thrusted slowly at first but then gained vigor and speed as she dug her fingernails into his ass. She pulled him into her as hard as she could take it. His cock stretched her with its girth. She rubbed her clit hard as he now pounded his cock in her deeply, over and over again for what seemed liked hours.

"Oh Sherie, I am going to cum!" Todd bellowed. She rubbed her clit faster until she felt that familiar squeeze. She came hard and screamed out "Oh fuck yes, fill me Todd, fill me out with your cum." Her pussy squeezed tight around his cock and he grunted as his cock jerked with a strong orgasm. Spent, they slumped to the floor and lay in each others arms.

A while later he awoke, on the floor still, confused from the hangover of wild passion. He searched the house and she was nowhere to be found. All he did find was a note saying, "Thanks for everything Todd, now that I know where you live, be ready for more visits from me." signed Sherie.

Tracy's Education

Tracy's Education
By: Justforphun (ajc1490@hotmail.com)

Tracy's Education

Tracy sat on the floor of a messy dorm with papers and books everywhere. Clothes were draped on every piece of furniture. She was tired. She had been up studying all night. Everything had been quiet until finally the sound of the door startled her.

*Slam*

"DYAAAH!" Tracy Exclaimed "Geez Lex. You startled me."

Lex was Tracy's Roommate. It appeared that she had just came back from playing tennis.

"Sorry Trace. Up all night studying again?" Lex tossed back at her.

"Yeah you know me. Never finished with my education." Tracy took off her glasses and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Always have to be the best."

"You keep killing yourself like that if you want, but your wasting all your party time."

"Perhaps.. So where were you all night? you look just as tired as me."

"Playing tennis.. And partying

"Of Coarse"

Lex Grinned.

"I took on two guys." She said with pride

"Oh god Lex. Do you have to share these things with me."

"Got to share them with someone don't I?"

"I don't know why it has to be me."

"*Hee hee* Maybe its a blessing."

"Gag me."

"Well here's another lovely detail for you. We video taped it."

"Oh god."

Lex tossed her gym bag down on one of the two small beds in the room.

She stretched "I got to get ready I'm going out again."

"Again?" Tracy asked puzzled "No sleep?"

"No sleep for this girl."

After that Lex ended the exchange by grabbing her bath caddie and towel and leaving the dorm room the same way she came in. Tracy listened to her footsteps as she walked down the hall into the bathroom. The room was now silent except for the fan which has been whirring all night, And the sound of running water to the shower near by.

"What am I going to do with that girl." Tracy thought to herself

Tracy always gagged at Lex's stories this way, but at the same time, she always loved it when she came home after parting and had an ear full of gross stories. Tracy was a good girl. She studied hard. She wanted so much to do well in life. Once and a while she had partaken in the partying that goes along with dorm life, however, she had eventually sworn that off. Now she settles for listening to Lex have her fun. The rest of her focus stays where it should be. On her studies.

The sound of the shower stopped, And moments later Lex walked out of the bathroom.

Lex was a well built girl. She had made it to college through her athletics and it showed in her body. Her beautifully toned figure now exposed from her shower, which was her playground now.

Meanwhile, Tracy put her nose back in her books, and a few minutes later, Lex returned in a towel from her shower. She dropped her shower caddie on the floor, and tossed her towel on the bed, exposing her athletic body.

The girls were silent as Lex dressed herself. Tracy watched as Lex slid into a thong and short shorts. Slinky clothing she could never bring herself to wear.

"Alright Tracy. Have fun with your books" Lex said as she grabbed her purse.

She stopped and looked back as she walked out the door.

"Oh yeah," Lex added "The tape is in my gym if you wanna see."

"No thanks Lex." Tracy said

"Thought not." Lex said as she closed the door.

Tracy stood up and stretched.

"Me and my books" She thought to herself. "I have been studying so hard, for what seems like so long. It's like it never ends. The all-nighters, the tests, the term papers.. It just goes on and on and on. Lex may not be doing as well as I am, but at least she's having fun."

Tracy stood up and stretched. Her body was shapely. Not as tone as Lex's body, but then Tracy had a refined beauty that Lex lacked. This was a beauty that Tracy kept hidden.

"I could be like her if I wanted to." She said out loud.

She looked over to the gym bag Lex had dropped on her bed.

She walked over and unzipped the bag and dumped out the contents. On the bed now was some sexy black underwear, Panty hoes, Garter belts, the works. Also she had a white athletic dress she often wore when she played tennis. Tracy also found a curious black Video tape."

"Oh god." Tracy thought. "Lex. You are a dumb whore."

Knowing she would all along, Tracy popped the tape into her VCR.

"This ought to be good." She said allowed trying to sound sarcastic.

The Screen came to life and showed Lex playing tennis. She was facing off one on one against some guy that Tracy didn't recognize. There was another boy off to the side cheering on Lex's opponent.

"This ain't so bad." Tracy thought to herself.

Lex glided up and down the tennis court in her athletic dress that Tracy later found in her bag.

The ball was coming towards Lex. She had to reach to return it. She stretched and made her swing, but to no avail. She whiffed it. The game was over and Lex had lost.

The boy on the sidelines came to life.

"YEAH!!!" He said.

"We won!" The other boy said.

The two boys in the video high fived each other.

"Alright Lex. Time to pay up. On your knees." They said to her.

"All right boys. I guess a deal's a deal. Whip ?em out." Lex responded.

Tracy watched the video in shock.

The two boys both pulled down their shorts and exposed their dicks to Lex. Lex knelt before the boy who had defeated her and put his cock in her mouth. She put her hand on the other boy's dick and began to stroke him slowly.

Then something unexpected happened. The person holding the camera spoke. "This is great footage. Guys." He said as the camera scanned Lex's body.

The voice was one that Tracy Recognized. His name was Allen. She had done a lot of studying with him. She often thought about him, but she always dismissed it because she wanted to focus on her schoolwork. She didn't have time for this kind of foolishness. When she recognized his voice, the shock sent a tingle down her spine. It was partly disgust but at the same time it turned her on.

She continued to watch the video.

Before she knew it, Lex was on top of the boy who was on the sidelines while her opponent fucked her in the ass. She was getting double teamed right there on the tennis quart.

Tracy decided she had enough and turned off the video. She let out a deep sigh and walked into her bathroom. She thought for a while and then, not knowing why, she striped off all her clothes. Tracy looked at her naked body in the mirror. She loved school, but she wanted to be a sex object just once. She wanted to guys to ravage HER on the tennis court. She wanted Allen to fuck her.

A light went off in her head. She returned to the dreary dorm room where she had been studying and grabbed Lex's black sexy underwear. She began to put it on excitedly. It was such a thrill for her to pull the thong up snug between her checks and to pull up a pair of thigh high nylons. Just putting them on seemed like such a dirty act.

When she was done she breathed in deeply and looked down at herself. Her heart was pumping fast. She had to see herself. Carefully, so that no one else in her hallway would see, she made her way back to the bathroom and looked at her body in the mirror. She was grateful that she was the same size as Lex. Then, after loving the fact that she was a sexy woman again, she hurried once again back to her dorm room. There she put on a gray sweatshirt and sweatpants to conceal her new identity.

She then put her sweatshirt on and some sweat pants over that. Then she carefully put her glasses back on. Tonight she had become a fox.

She picked up her cell phone and dialed Allen's number.

It rang.

And Rang....

*Click*

"Hello?" He answered finally.

"Allen its Tracy." She said into the phone.

"Oh." He said. "What's up."

"I have a problem and I need your help."

"What's wrong??"

"Oh nothing, But I could really use your help."

"Whatever. I got nothing else to do."

"Great! Come over to my place right away."

She said and then she hung up. She couldn't believe what she was doing. But now there was no turning back.

After a little while, just as she requested. Allen had arrived, and there was a knock at the door.

She opened in her sweats.

"Hey Allen. Come on in" She invited.

Allen stepped in and took off his jacket.

"So what's up?" He asked

"There's something I have to show you. Why don't you sit down." She said.

"Hold on." Allen said. "Let me use your bathroom first."

Allen excused himself to the restroom.

After he ducked out of sight. Tracy seized the opportunity to remove her sweats to reveal the sexy identity she had hidden beneath. Her heart slammed against her ribcage as she waited for Allen to discover what she had become.

After a short moment Allen rejoined the room. Upon laying eyes on her body, he froze.

"This is just something I found in Lex's stuff. I wanted to know how you thought it looked on me."

Allen choked on his words.

"Uh.. You look. Wow.... You look.."

Tracy's heart stopped as she waited for him to come up with a sentence. Was she a fox? Had she become a sex object like she wanted? Or was she just a bookworm in her undies. The messy dorm faded away as she waited.

Allen, not finding the words, was silent.

Tracy's heart stopped. But then she noticed something. Allen bit his lip. She had done it. She ran to him and kissed him. He embraced her tightly, and for the first time, he placed his hands on her soft, ample rump and squeezed.

Tracy inhaled deeply.

"Are you sure this is what you want? "Allen asked reluctantly.

"Let me show you." Tracy replied as she unbuttoned his jeans

She gave his pants a few tugs and then slid them down revealing his briefs. She stared at the bulge in his briefs, knowing what was inside. Then she grabbed the elastic band of his briefs and she slowly pulled them down, along with his jeans, to his knees. Allen's cock was fully erect and fully exposed. She leaned in close and touched her lips to his penis. Allen inhaled slightly. Then her soft puffy lips went down the length of his rod.

"Oh god.." Allen sighed.

Ever so gently Tracy bobbed up and down on Allen's dick. Sucking, Slurping and Tasting his rod. She looked up at Allen while she had his cock in her mouth.

"That's a good girl." Allen said "I never knew you had it in you."

Tracy mad a popping sound as she pulled his dick from her lips. She smiled at him. It was time for her to be his slut.

"I don't have it in me. Not yet." She responded.

Tracy lied down on the carpeted floor with dirty clothes and books around her and spread her legs open. "I want you to make me forget about class and lectures for a little bit."

Allen pulled his pants all the way off and removed his shirt. He got down on top of Tracy. The sheer pantyhose made a whirr sound as she wrapped her legs around him.

Tracy closed her eyes and put herself into the roll she wanted.

"Make me your whore." She exclaimed.

Allen, rubbed the end of his cock up and down the fabric of her panties.

"Oh god fuck...!" She moaned.

Allen couldn't tease for long. He moved aside those black panties and slid his dick inside of Tracy's tight, clenching pussy. Tracy screamed.

"OH shit! Fuck yea! DO IT! Fuck me you bastard." She demanded.

Allen slapped his hips against her and repeated till he picked up his rhythm and the sound of skin slapping filled the room. He leaned down and yanked her bra down revealing her now erect nipples. His mouth melted around her breast and he flicked his tongue around her hard nipple. Then suddenly he could feel Tracy's pussy clench his cock tighter.

"Oh GOD YES! I'm cumming!" she moaned

Then, Allen yanked his dick out of Tracy and scrambled up to her neck. Tracy closed her eyes and opened her mouth as he started to beat his dick in her face. Then the buck shot of warm semen hit Tracy in the face. At first she flinched, but as more semen spouted out of Allen, she accepted it. She loved it.

After lying there for a while Tracy spoke up.

"Oh my gosh its all over!" she said

Allen let out a sigh "Yeah it is."

"There is so much of it!"

"heh, yeah there is."

"Here," Tracy said reaching for a disposable camera. "Take my picture."

Allen took the snapshot of Tracy. She was standing in the sloppy dorm, wearing her roommate's underwear, drenched in cum. It was a keepsake to be cherished forever.

"What do we do now?" Allen asked.

"Lets watch a movie. I have a good one my roommate recommended." She responded.

-End-

If you liked 'Tracy's Education' write me at Punkshoes2002@yahoo.com and demand a sequil. Give me all your comments, suggestions ect. ect. Thanks. -Justforphun