[To
my readers: Here's that rare exception in my stories, two tales about
the same character, Marjorie the lesbian English professor. Since
they're both pretty short, I'm combining them here.]
*
I looked at the beautiful Kelly and shivered. What a lovely young woman
she was. I felt truly blessed that she had agreed to be in bed with me.
I put my hands under her ass and lifted her pussy to my face, parting
her curly blond pubic hair with my tongue.
Kelly had taken some coaxing. She was a freshman in my Introduction to
English Literature class, and it took all the strength I had to hide my
attraction to her until the final grades were turned in. It's totally
unethical to seduce a student, but once a girl isn't my student any
more, all bets are off! At first, though, she rebuffed my advances
completely.
"I'm just not a lesbian," she said in her soft Southern voice. "I'm
flattered, I guess, that you find me attractive, but I just don't go
that way."
After a lot of persuasion, though, and the exercise of much patience, I
managed to lure her to my apartment, promising her the kind of oral sex
she'd never experienced before, and with no strings attached. That's
exactly what she was getting now.
Kelly wriggled her pussy against my face and said, "Well, Professor
Stevens, I guess it really is true what they say, that only a woman
knows how to eat pussy properly."
I laughed. "Call me Marjorie, and there is nothing proper about what we're doing!"
Kelly lifted her legs and grasped her ankles -- she had gone out for
cheerleading, as I happened to know, because I never miss a game, not
that I care about football or football players in the least -- the
halftime is the part that holds my attention. She watched me with
interest as I went to my work, lavishing her pussy with wet strokes of
my tongue.
Tossing her head, her long, silky blonde locks flew every which way,
and her beautiful peaches-and-cream complexion glowed. Such a lovely
contrast to my own black skin -- I love doing white girls, if just for
the esthetics of it. Not that I'm a racist -- one year there was this
one hot little sister who -- But back to Kelly. She was so young and
inexperienced, I knew she was most eager to have new sexual
experiences, and I felt so lucky that it was I who would be giving them
to her.
After a long string of orgasms that left Kelly completely out of breath
and my face completely covered with the by-products of her joy, she sat
up and heaved a great sigh.
"That was wonderful, Professor -- I mean, Marjorie." She winked at me
with a confidence that she certainly didn't have when she first entered
my apartment, when I had had to calm her nerves with a glass of white
wine. "My pussy is still tingling."
Lying naked in my own bed with this beautiful young woman, I cuddled
her to me, hugging her from top to toe -- something that most men, I'm
told, completely fail to do after sex. She seemed quite content in my
arms, relaxed in her sexual afterglow.
"Do you want me to ... uh, you know ... um ... do you?" she asked me timidly.
"When you're ready, dear," I whispered in her ear. "I can wait. This time is about you."
I knew Kelly was more than satisfied, for now. But if I wanted her
coming back for more -- and I certainly did! -- I would have to do more
with her than simply eat her pussy. She was quite popular with the boys
on campus, and she had told me very firmly that she "loved cock and
couldn't possibly give it up." I was a little skeptical about the
actual extent of her experience, but if she wanted cock, I would
provide it.
"I have a surprise for you, my dear," I said to her, and reached for
the strap-on dildo I had pushed under the bed. Putting it on, I felt as
I always do at this moment -- powerful and lecherous.
"Oh, my!" Kelly's eyes were huge. "A fake dick!" She grasped it in one
hand, and her baby blue eyes lit up. "Wow, it feels as real as it
looks."
I winked. "Wait until you see how real it feels inside you." Kelly
didn't say another word, but just lay back and spread her legs for me.
Her pussy glistened in the warm light from my bedside lamp, and I knew
she was more than ready.
I assumed the missionary position, mounted Kelly, and penetrated her.
Her slight clumsiness revealed to me that although she clearly wasn't a
virgin, she was far less knowledgeable about sex than she had claimed.
Possessing sweet Kelly filled me with great rapture. I rose and fell on
her, fucking her with all the skill of any man, but with the tenderness
of a woman who loved women. The strap-on was equipped with a clit
diddler for the wearer, and it delivered continuous pleasure to both of
us. I could feel how tightly Kelly's young cunt was grasping the
invader as I thrust it into her repeatedly.
"Oh wow," she babbled. "Oh fuck, you fuck better than a guy, I'm really
loving this, a lot, a whole lot ..." Her face softened, her cheeks
flamed, her long eyelashes fluttered, and she got a faraway look in her
blue eyes. "Oh, oh, don't stop," she wheezed, as I reared up to
penetrate her deeper than ever. Her chest and neck broke out in a sex
flush. "Please, please don't stop, I'm going to come, to come ..."
Positioned between Kelly's long slender legs, I held her thighs close
to my body and felt her heels digging into my ass. I pumped my hips
faster and faster, and I could feel the urgent tugs of her pussy on the
dildo as it slid in and out of her. Her pre-orgasmic contractions
increased in strength and frequency, and she began to claw at the
sheets and thrash on the bed. She was giving me a wild ride, but I knew
just how to keep myself inside her.
"Wait, don't come, don't come yet, don't stop, ohhhhh!" she cried out, obviously forgetting for the moment who and what I was.
"Don't worry, love," I panted between thrusts. "My dick -- never gets
soft -- even when I come!" And I wasn't far from it. Watching the
beautiful Kelly surrender to her sexual climax raised my level of
excitation, and my clitoris was throbbing frantically under the wobble
of the latex diddler. Strong waves of pleasure tore through me as I
fucked the girl, and then it was my own voice I heard crying out in
unison with Kelly's as I rode her through the thrills and joys of
simultaneous orgasm.
As promised, I didn't stop. I grabbed Kelly in my arms and pulled her
up into a new position sitting on my lap without ever having to pull my
dildo out of her. We groped each other frantically, fucking with no
inhibitions and climaxing seemingly without end.
Finally, much later, with both of us unable to move with exhaustion, I asked her, "Any regrets, dear?"
"None," she said authoritatively. "You taught me more today than I learned from you all last semester."
"Oh," I smiled. "And what is it that you learned today?"
Kelly got on her hands and knees and crawled down to the other end of
the bed, then up toward the dildo still protruding from my pussy before
saying anything. "That I love sex. With both guys and women."
I beamed at her and reached out to ruffle my fingers through her blonde
hair. But she wasn't finished with me. Kelly had the stamina of an
18-year-old, after all.
"Marjorie, may I suck your cock?"
"Certainly, my dear," I replied. "Provided you also lick my pussy."
"Gladly!" said she.
##### ##### #####
She Made Me Love It
My name is Marjorie, and I'm a professor of English literature at a
large California university. I'm also a lesbian. And as a lesbian, I
had never really given anal sex a thought. My sexual partners and I had
always been more interested in sliding a tongue around the ring of
bumps that surround a woman's nipple, or gently squeezing the milk
glands of a woman's breast to deliver deep pleasure during an orgasm,
or nibbling on long hairy labia, or spelling out the alphabet on a
rice-grain-sized clit during an extended cunnilingus session. The anus
didn't enter into it, not even during those wild parties at my sorority
house in college.
Last week, though, that changed. I was attending a professional
convention in Seattle, and I hooked up with a woman who taught
Shakespeare at a cow college in Idaho. We had given each other the eye
in earlier years, but nothing had quite clicked. There were sparks, but
not hot enough to actually ignite anything. But this year it was a
different story, and late on Saturday we ended up in her room.
Billie Sue's body was my ideal: a long drink of water, with high proud
breasts, a perfectly curved butt, and long straight blonde hair. The
contrast with my short ebony body, boulder-sized tits, wide hips, big
booty, and dark brown curls was stark. When our clothes were off and we
were in the king-sized bed, I kissed every inch of that magnificent
body, and she was more than eager to do the same to me. Before I knew
it, we were locked in a sixty-nine that lasted for over an hour,
included numerous orgasms for both parties, and left me, as James Bond
says, "shaken, not stirred."
After that I was ready to go to sleep, but not Billie Sue. She got up,
opened up her suitcase, and brought out four dildos. I groaned that I
was just too tired, but she paid no attention to me. She just pushed my
knees up high and flattened out on her belly between my legs. As she
licked my reawakened clitoris, Billie Sue pushed a big purple vibrator
up my cunt and switched it on.
Well! I was tired, but not that tired, it seemed. I responded to the
stimulation by humping my hips. I felt Billie Sue touching my anal
opening, but I paid little attention to that at first. But when she wet
a finger in the juices that were running down my thighs and insinuated
it right into my asshole, that I couldn't ignore.
"Oooh," I groaned.
Billie Sue lifted her head from my pussy. "Do you like this, Marjorie?"
"I -- I don't know," I panted. "I think so."
"Mmmmmm," was all she said as she returned to gliding over my clitoris with the pointed tip of her tongue.
Billie Sue was so mean. She kept me right on the ragged edge of orgasm
for what seemed like hours, working my clit at the same slow, torturous
pace, just enough out of sync with the buzzing in my cunt and the
finger up my ass that I couldn't -- quite -- come. Finally, when I knew
I couldn't stand it one single second longer, she made me climax with
enough force that the whole bed was shaking with my thrashing. I heard
myself screaming, calling out words I hadn't used in years and years.
And then, right at the most special moment, just as one of the best
orgasms of my life was peaking, when the two of us were so close
together we seemed like just one woman, Billie Sue's finger was out of
my asshole, and the second, smaller dildo was in!
I howled. I roared. I was too shocked to do anything at all except come
and come and come. Billie Sue worked the two dildos, the long thick
vibrator in my cunt and the longer but slimmer red one up my ass. She
double-fucked me hard and fast as if two men were simultaneously
ravaging my body.
But instead of being turned off by all this rough play, I was more
excited than I had ever been before. Billie Sue fucked me with her two
cocks until I begged her to stop, and when she did, it was only to roll
me over and leave me panting while she quickly strapped the third
dildo, a fat lemon-yellow vibrating type, into the leather harness I
somehow hadn't noticed her putting on.
Now I was really going to be butt-fucked. Without even thinking about
it, I was up on my hands and knees, all fatigue forgotten, as Billie
Sue supported herself with one hand while using the other to pull my
head backward by my hair. She fucked me deep and hard and fast. She
fucked me up the ass till I couldn't hold my body up any more, and then
she went on after I had collapsed onto the bed, her spike still
stretching out my insides. She made me so sore, I couldn't sit still on
the plane home the next day.
But best of all, she made me love it. (And I never even got to find out what the fourth dildo was meant for!)
I can't wait to try anal sex once again, either next year with Billie Sue, or (with any luck) much sooner than that.
The
kindest words to describe Gretchen were as the office slut. Most women
called her a whore, or worse, and Gretchen loved it. She couldn't
remember when she lost her virginity, but she sure did remember how
powerful she felt as her French teacher moaned and groaned, sliding in
and out of her tight cunt, squeezing her tits and telling her how he
loved her. Gretchen got an A in French and was allowed to go on the
exchange trip to France that summer. Her French wasn't very good, but
she soon picked up a lot of useful vocabulary, fucking her way through
Paris.
Much to her parents' dismay, she didn't want to continue her studies
after high school. Her parents were surprised. She was a straight A
student without putting in a lot of effort. Little did they know the
effort she'd put in, sucking her teachers' cocks, being fucked in small
offices and dingy motel rooms after class. She was sure that she could
earn a good degree with her sexual favours, but she wasn't interested.
Gretchen didn't intend to spend her life working for a living. She was
young and beautiful and very horny. She figured that she'd be able to
use her body to earn the lifestyle she wanted.
As soon as she was out of school she enrolled in a secretarial course
where she picked up computer skills. She actually passed that course on
her own merit. Not because the teacher was female and immune to
Gretchen's charm. The teacher was rather partial to Gretchen's tongue.
But Gretchen had decided that the only way to get what she wanted was
to have the skills she needed to make herself invaluable to prospective
employers. There were plenty of girls out there who were dying to fuck
their boss, Gretchen wanted the senior managers and directors, and you
only became their secretary if you were good.
During her first week on the job she fucked the copy room guy on the
photocopier, the mailroom guy on a pile of outgoing mail, the security
guard in front of his wall of TV-screens (one of which showed the two
of them, she made sure he gave her the tape) and the janitor in the
basement. By Friday she was feeling a little bit sore so she lured the
HR manager's assistant and the payroll clerk to an empty conference
room for some afternoon lesbian fun. She was only a week into her job
and already she knew all the key people for finding out the useful
gossip for an ambitious young secretary.
She spent her initial stint at work in the secretarial pool, working
for various people in the business. After a month and a half, one of
the sales managers asked her to work overtime as he had scheduled a
video conference with his worldwide sales reps. She soon got bored with
the video conference and started flirting with the manager. He ogled
her appreciatively and it wasn't long before she crawled under the desk
and unzipped his trousers and started to suck him off. It didn't take
him long to wrap up the meeting and soon they were fucking each other's
brains out on the floor.
Gretchen was his personal secretary for 6 months after that, travelling
with him wherever he went, always sharing his hotel room and joining
the mile high club in first class on a transatlantic flight. She
eventually got bored with him and arranged to "bump into" a marketing
manager late one evening. He liked it rough and took her from behind
against the windows of his 23rd floor office. She was his personal
secretary for 3 months, during which she spent meetings with his hand
between her thighs (under orders not to wear any underwear) and being
tied up and spanked for his sexual gratification. She didn't dislike
the kinky sex with him, but she soon decided that it wasn't going to
take her anywhere.
One Saturday the HR manager was catching up on some paperwork when the
photocopier broke down and Gretchen just happened to be passing through
the office at the same time to pick up some things that she'd forgotten
the previous night. By Monday morning she was reassigned to the HR
office and she spent a long couple of months being the lover of the HR
manager and her husband.
Being on such friendly terms with the HR manager gave Gretchen the
opportunity to practise her secretarial skills on a director level, but
she took it one step too far. The HR manager warned her. The security
guard and janitor warned her. The copy room and mailroom guys warned
her. The HR assistant and the payroll clerk warned her. But Gretchen
was high on sexual power. She wasn't yet 20 years old and she'd already
fucked 25 men and a dozen women. She'd accumulated a sports car, an
apartment, a designer wardrobe and some very fine jewellery. How could
she possibly fail? She got herself assigned to the managing director
and, quite predictably, he fell for her charm. She got a beautiful
diamond necklace, a trip to the Caribbean and a luxurious condo.
On her 20th birthday her world fell apart. Her current lover was going
to take her out for a romantic meal and then they were going to go back
to her condo where she would get her birthday present and then they'd
make love all night. It didn't quite go to plan. She went home to get
changed and when she came back to work her boss was sitting behind his
desk, pearls of perspiration on his forehead and a tense look on his
face. She looked to the armchairs in the conference corner and there
were his wife and her father, the owner of the company. Gretchen was
told in no uncertain terms that she had 5 minutes to gather her things
and make herself scarce.
She started applying for other jobs, but it seemed that news of a
secretary's affair with the managing director at her old company had
leaked out, and most people assumed that she was the secretary in
question since she'd quit her old job before getting a new one. Money
soon became a problem. She hadn't had to worry about building
maintenance and land rent, or any of the costs of owning a German
sports car before. Everything had always been paid for by her lovers
and she hadn't bothered to save much of her pay. She contacted a few
escort services and soon became very popular, but it didn't quite build
the lasting, profitable, relationships that she was used to. She knew
that she needed a sugar daddy, but wasn't quite sure of how to get one.
The answer to her dilemma was rather unexpected. She was escorting a
visiting businessman to a strip club one evening and there was a man
who was obviously a big deal to all the girls who worked there. As soon
as he came in they all rushed to his side and he chose two girls to sit
with him and left the others to his friends. When he turned around to
sit down Gretchen nearly fainted as she recognised her own dad. She
cornered one of the waitresses in the club and asked if she knew her
dad. The waitress knew him as Don and he was a partner in the club.
According to the waitress he liked to "road test" the strippers and
escorts before they were let loose in the club and he was said to keep
a luxurious apartment where his favourite girls lived.
Gretchen couldn't believe her ears. Her father was a salesman for a big
paper company. He and her mother lived a reasonably comfortable, yet
fairly modest, existence in the suburbs with Gretchen's three younger
siblings. There had never been any sign of the kind of money this club
seemed to be raking in. She decided it was time to do some more
detective work. She spent the night with the client she'd escorted that
evening and was awarded with a generous tip after a fuck marathon that
resulted in very little sleep for either one of them.
She then spent a week fucking various people to get hold of as much
paperwork about her dad as she could. It turned out that he did indeed
work for the paper company, but he also owned a company, whose only
asset seemed to be 100% of the shares in another company that never
paid out dividends. The other company on the other hand co-owned
several strip clubs, an apartment downtown, a house in the Caribbean
and a couple of luxury cars. Gretchen discovered that her dad paid
someone to do the paper selling for him, while he spent those 3 days
every week when he was supposed to be travelling to clients in his
apartment, managing his strip clubs. He had everything that Gretchen
aspired towards and now she knew exactly how to get it.
The next weekend she decided to make one of her rare appearances at
home. Her parents didn't know that she'd been fired from her old job
and she wasn't intending to tell them as they'd want explanations.
"Hey dad," she said during dinner. "What weird and wonderful places are you visiting this week?"
"Oh, I'm on the road as usual, driving from one industrial estate to
the next, nothing exciting, I'm afraid," he lied as Gretchen's mother
smiled the smile of a devoted wife who thought her husband was working
so hard for her.
"Mind if I come with you?" Gretchen smiled innocently. "You see, I
think it's time for me to spread my wings and maybe if I come with you
I can find another place to work."
Her dad nearly choked on his food. Gretchen had never exactly been
interested in his work and it had been years since she last volunteered
to spend any amount of time in his company.
"What do you say, daddy?" she smiled. "It'll be fun. You and me on a road trip."
Her mother smiled expectantly at her husband. She was most likely
thinking that finally their oldest daughter seemed to want to be part
of the family unit again so they should make the most of it. Her dad
cleared his throat.
"Oh, I'm so sorry Gretchen," he started. "But I can't take anyone along
with me this week. I have to bring some rather large samples to a
customer so I need to take the van, and one of the junior salesmen is
going to be shadowing me for the next few weeks so there are no seats
left in the van."
"That's a shame," Gretchen said and acted quite disappointed. "Maybe another time."
The following Tuesday Gretchen went to the strip club alone. Her dad
was at his VIP table with a girl on either side. He was kissing one of
them as Gretchen slid in next to them. The two girls were about to
protest when Gretchen handed them some cash.
"Drinks are on me, girls," she said, "I need to have a private conversation with Don."
The two girls looked at Gretchen's dad and he just about managed to
nod. When they'd left, Gretchen slid up right next to her dad and put
her hand on his thigh.
"Hi daddy," she smiled. "Surprised to see me?"
"How did you find out about me and this place?" he asked.
"Well, I forgot to tell you that I was fired from my secretary job,"
she said casually. "Apparently the owner didn't approve of his
son-in-law fucking the secretary. So a girl's gotta do what a girl's
gotta do. I needed money and I escorted this guy here one evening and
there you were, king of the castle. It took a couple of days, but I
managed to piece everything together. So, which one of those girls is
the current resident in the apartment that my mother doesn't know
about?"
"What do you want Gretchen?" he said through gritted teeth.
"I want it all, daddy," she smiled. "Oh, you can keep your apartment,
my condo suits me much better, but I want to be an equal partner in all
of this."
"And what if I don't agree?"
"Then I think it might just be possible for my mother, our pastor and
all your family and friends to stumble upon this place one evening.
You'd lose everything, including the three dweebs that are my siblings.
Have a think about it. I'll swing by your apartment at noon tomorrow.
Make sure your whore's gone for the day. We have a lot of talking to
do."
Gretchen got up and walked away. She'd done it, and daddy hadn't called
her bluff. The next morning she dressed with care. She'd had a full
body wax the previous day and she squeezed her D-cup tits into a
push-up bra. She put on a garter belt and lace topped stockings, but
didn't bother with any other underwear. Finally she squeezed herself
into a skin tight black dress that didn't leave anything to the
imagination. She stepped into a pair of high heeled shoes that added a
lot of grace to her 5'7" frame. She let her long blonde locks hang free
and she only had a minimum of makeup to accentuate her blue eyes. It
was showtime.
She arrived at 12 on the dot and her dad opened the door, dressed in a white shirt and slacks.
"You look like a whore," he greeted Gretchen.
"Well, you're the expert," she smiled. "I take it you've sent yours out."
"Mindy's gone for the day."
"So, how do I look?"
"I told you, like a slutty whore. Not that I mind the look, you just don't expect to see your daughter dressed up like that."
"There's a lot about your daughter that you don't know."
"I don't doubt it."
"Don't you want to know?"
"Know what?"
"What it'd be like to fuck your little girl."
"What?"
"You heard me, daddy. You have a thing for whores, why don't you try me? I've been told that I'm very good."
"You're insane, Gretchen."
"Am I, daddy? I can see it in your eyes that you want to know what I look like underneath this dress. I'll show you."
In the blink of an eye she'd shed her dress and stood in front of him wearing only her bra, garter belt and stockings.
"Gretchen, you know what kind of man I am. You don't want to take this any further."
Gretchen bent over to give her dad a close view of her ass and her wet hole.
"Gretchen..."
She reached back and parted her pussy lips. It was an invitation to fuck her.
"Oh fuck it!" her dad exclaimed and got on his feet. He opened his fly
in no time and pulled out his erect 8 inches. He grabbed Gretchen's
hips and impaled her on his shaft. They both cried out with pleasure as
they united in the most intimate way a man and woman can meet.
"Oh yeah, daddy," Gretchen moaned. "Fuck me hard. Fuck your little girl."
"You little cock tease," he grumbled as he pumped in and out of her well lubricated cunt. "Let me feel those tits."
He snapped off her bra and reached around to grab Gretchen's firm
melons. He pulled her up against his chest by her nipples and he
started kissing her neck, biting her as he fucked her.
"You like this, my little whore?" he said against her skin. "You like
being fucked by daddy's big cock? You like being daddy's little cum
slut?"
"Oh yeah, daddy," she moaned. "Fuck me harder."
His trousers were in a pile on the floor, she was naked apart from her
stockings, they were united as one in the middle of the room as he
fucked her as hard as he could from behind.
She cried out as her cunt gripped her daddy's cock hard and she nearly
collapsed with pleasure, but daddy didn't stop fucking her. He kept
slamming inside her as her cunt squeezed him hard and he moaned with
pleasure. When Gretchen's body finally stopped shaking he pulled out
and pulled his clothes off. He lay down on the floor.
"Ride me, slut," he commanded. "Ride your daddy like a whore!"
Gretchen wasn't one to hesitate. Her dripping cunt soon engulfed
daddy's cock once more and she set off at a ferocious pace. She loved
riding big cocks and daddy's shaft felt especially good in her hungry
cunt. Her tits bounced as she slammed against daddy's hips. He reached
up and started kneading them.
"Oh yeah, baby," he panted. "I never realised my own daughter was such a fucking whore. Let me feel those tits."
He pulled and pinched her tits as she rode him harder. Neither one of
them could speak any more. They were both panting hard as their
incestuous fuck got faster and faster. Finally Gretchen grinded her
clit against her daddy and cried out as she had her second orgasm from
her daddy's cock. This time he couldn't resist the quivering cunt
around his shaft and he grunted out loud as he started shooting his cum
right into his daughter's womb. Gretchen collapsed on top of daddy and
they lay like that for a few minutes, daddy's cock in Gretchen's cunt,
catching their breath.
"Gretchen," daddy said and kissed her deeply with his tongue down her throat. "My little cum bucket."
"Yes, daddy," she said with her innocent little girl voice that had earned her several tips in the escort game.
"Straddle daddy's face and let me eat your delicious cunt."
Gretchen quickly slid off his cock and straddled his face. She could
feel daddy's cum gushing out of her cunt and into his mouth, along with
a generous dose of her own juices. Daddy just lapped it all up, licking
his little girl's snatch like a starving man. Gretchen moved her hips
as though she was riding his cock, but the only thing entering her cunt
now was his wonderful tongue. His hands grabbed her thighs as he tried
to hold her still. He kept lapping up her sweet juices and sucking her
little pleasure nub. Then she came and she squirted all over daddy's
face. He cleaned her up with his tongue and then made her get off his
face. They embraced and kissed.
"My, my, Gretchen," daddy mused as he played with her nipple. "I raised myself a wonderful fuck toy."
"Yes, you did, daddy," Gretchen replied and returned the compliment. "I wanted to fuck you, but I never knew you'd be so good."
"So, where do we go from here?"
"I want us to fuck some more, daddy. This was too good to not happen again."
"I agree, baby. So, do you want to be daddy's special whore?"
"I might. What do you have in mind?"
"I share my business with you, as you requested. In return, you spread
your legs for me whenever your mother thinks I'm out of town. That
means sleeping here in my bed three or four nights a week. That part is
non-negotiable. I don't sleep alone, I want a cunt there if I wake up
horny. In fact, you will be at my beck and call both day and night. I
will not put up with having to wait for a cunt. I also won't put up
with you questioning what I say. You will be happy to receive my cock,
whether it's in your mouth or your cunt or anywhere else I want to put
it."
"And what about your other whores?"
"My other whores will be busy making money for us, and they'll also be
available for me to fuck if you question me or try to play power games
by withholding your cunt. And if I decide that I want a threesome or a
foursome I'll get them to join us."
"And what if I want some pussy?"
"If you want some pussy and your cunt isn't busy pleasuring your
daddy's cock then you can do whatever you want with the whores. So, do
we have a deal?"
"You bet, daddy."
Gretchen hugged her father and soon they were kissing violently. Before
she knew it she was pinned to the floor under her daddy's body and his
knee was parting her legs. She wrapped her legs around daddy's waist as
he slid effortlessly back into her cunt.
"I hope you're on the pill, baby," daddy panted as he started pumping
his daughter's cunt again. "Because I will not wear rubber to fuck my
own daughter!"
"Oh yes, daddy," Gretchen panted as her hips met yet another one of
daddy's thrusts. "I've been on the pill since I started fucking my
teachers in high school."
"You little slut! I knew you couldn't be making those grades without studying."
Daddy seemed happy with the revelation that his daughter had been the
school whore and he increased the pace of his fucking. His hips were
moving at a furious speed when they both heard someone clear their
throat. They looked towards the door and daddy's secretary was standing
there.
"Not now, Fred," daddy panted angrily, without breaking his pace. "Can't you see I'm busy?"
He leaned forward to kiss Gretchen as he listened to the message that
Fred was giving him. Neither of them noticed if Fred left because they
were both close to cumming. Daddy made a final deep thrust and grinded
himself against Gretchen's clit. She came with a shriek and for the
second time that afternoon her cunt milked daddy's cock dry as his cum
raced up inside her. After a quick kiss to catch his breath, daddy
pulled his cock out of Gretchen and kneeled by her mouth.
"Clean my cock like a good little whore," he commanded her. "I have
work to do. You shower and wait here for me to come back to fuck you
some more."
Gretchen smiled and relaxed on the floor as daddy went away. She
finally had her sugar daddy and this one wasn't going to dump her. She
was her daddy's fuck toy, his cum bucket, and she loved it.
I
was a late bloomer. When all my friends were busy going on dates with
boys and having sex in the backseats of their cars I was more
interested in my books and stories. By the time I turned 18 I still
hadn't had a steady boyfriend and I wasn't bothered about being a
virgin. That was all about to change.
It was the week after graduation. I had a long summer of doing nothing
ahead of me before I started the creative writing course at college. My
dream was to become a freelance writer. I spent every day writing
stories in the garden, wearing only my bikinis so that I could get a
tan. One day a moving truck pulled up and the neighbours moved out. We
hadn't even known their house was on the market, but that was the kind
of people they were.
Later on in the day another moving truck arrived and furniture started
being offloaded. Late in the afternoon I could hear my mother's voice,
chatting with a man and a woman. I assumed it was the new neighbours.
"Helen!" I heard my mother call out. "Come on over and meet our new neighbours."
I ran over there and saw a young couple. She was petite, with dark hair
and dark eyes and milky white skin. He was tall and blonde, a few
inches over 6 feet, with green eyes that slowly took in the sight of me
in my skimpy bikini, with a big smile on his face.
They introduced themselves as Eric and Charlotte Conner. Charlotte, it
turned out, had been to school with my sister Rose, which made her 26
years old. Eric was a bit older and he was an engineer. They'd recently
married and had bought the house so that they could start a family.
That evening I lay in bed and thought of Eric. I started feeling things
I'd never felt before. My nipples were fully erect and there was a
pleasant tingle in my pussy. When I reached down to investigate I
realised that I was all wet and slippery. I slid my finger inside and
moaned at how good it felt. I wondered if that was how it felt when a
man put his cock inside you. All of a sudden I wanted to know. All of a
sudden I felt that I couldn't wait to find out. For the first time in
my life I was feeling sexual lust and I couldn't wait to have sex.
Problem was, the man that made me feel this way was already married.
How could I find someone else that made me feel like that?
For the next two weeks I went to the community pool every day. I
paraded around in skimpy bikinis, knowing full well that they showed
off my D-cup tits and round ass at their best, leaving little to the
imagination. I was showered with offers for dates, but none of them
gave me that tingle in my pussy that Eric next door did.
I went to a seedy bookshop in the "wrong" part of town and bought a
couple of erotic novels. I chose ones that were about husbands having
affairs with younger women. As I read them in bed late at night I let
my fingers play with my tits and my pussy and I brought myself to my
very first orgasm. It was a wonderful discovery, but nothing like what
the books described. I knew I needed a cock for that and the only cock
I wanted sat between Eric Conner's legs.
The women in the books I was reading didn't feel any shame about
fucking a married man, so I decided that I shouldn't feel it either.
Besides, Rose had told me that Charlotte had been a real cow in high
school so she had it coming. I'd noticed that Eric seemed to be working
shifts because he was often at home during the day, several days in a
row. When I noticed that he was in I'd put on my smallest bikini and
place the sunbed in plain view of his patio. I knew that he was
watching me and I ran my fingers along my curves, adjusted my bikini
bra and took plenty of time every time I turned around.
After a few days of this teasing I decided that I had to do something
else. The next time he was home during the day I brought out some old
rackets and a foam ball. I was wearing my tiny, white bikini that got
almost completely transparent when it got wet. When Eric came out on
the patio I waved at him.
"Excuse me, Mr Conner," I called out and ran over, pleased to see his eyes firmly lodged on my bouncing tits.
"Please Helen," he smiled. "Call me Eric. Mr Conner is my dad."
"OK, Eric. I'm tired of just lying still in the sun. I need to get up
and do something, but there's nobody at home. My parents have gone to
stay with my brother and his wife for the birth of their baby and my
friends are all working or away. I found these rackets and a ball.
Fancy a game?"
"Sure, why not? I'll get fat if I spend all day just sitting down."
We started playing, using the short fence between our gardens as our
net. Normally, I was neither sporty or competitive, and had I played
with anyone else I would've let a lot of balls go. But I wanted to show
off my body so I jumped for the high balls and dove for some that were
obviously out of my reach. We both built up a sweat. After a while Eric
stopped the game.
"I need a drink, can I get you a coke?"
"Yeah, thanks," I smiled at him.
As he walked into his house I got the hose out. When he walked back out
I turned on the water and showered myself with it. I felt my nipples
going erect and I knew exactly what he could see. My pink nipples were
now showing through the transparent material and my thin line of pussy
hair above my slit was showing that I was a natural redhead. I smiled
at Eric, pretending not to realise what the water had done to my bikini.
"Ah, that was wonderful. Do you want some water?"
"Erm, no thanks, a cool drink is enough for me," he was struggling to keep his eyes off my tits.
We had our drinks in silence and then we played some more. We were both
getting tired when I made a last dive for a ball and my bikini top came
undone (which had nothing to do with the fact that I'd secretly been
loosening the knots at my back). I stood there, as though I was shocked
and didn't know what to do, giving Eric a long look at my firm tits. I
knew that he couldn't be seeing many big tits like mine since his wife
was basically flat chested.
"Err... Helen," he said and I quickly covered my chest with my hands
and pretended to be embarrassed. He walked up to me and handed me the
skimpy outfit.
"Can you help me?" I squealed.
He tied it around my neck and looked away (right into the window of the
French doors) when I covered my tits again and then he helped me tie it
at the back. I turned around and faced him, noticing for the first time
that he had a bulge in his shorts.
"You're a beautiful girl, Helen," he said to me.
"Thank you," I replied. "But I'm not a girl, I'm a woman. I'm 18."
"I can see that you're a woman, very much a woman."
"I can see that you're a man," I said quietly and looked down at the tent that was now forming in his shorts.
"I'm sorry," he sounded embarrassed. "I can't help the reaction I'm
having. It's because you're so beautiful and sexy. I really should go
back to my place now and leave you alone."
"But why?" I reached out and grabbed his wrist. "It's the middle of the
day. We're both home alone. Why don't we go inside and cool off a
little?"
I pulled him with me and walked into my house. I knew that this was my
one and only chance so I couldn't be shy. I walked straight up the
stairs to my bedroom with the big double bed. I picked up a towel that
was on the bed and started wiping myself.
"I'm so sweaty from that game," I said as I ran the towel between my
tits. Eric's erection was huge by now. I'd read enough to know that I
could have him now, if only I didn't chicken out. I slowly slid my
bikini bottoms down my legs and then I took the bra off again. I wiped
my entire body and then I walked up to him, towel in hand, and started
wiping the sweat off his body. When I reached his waist I hooked my
thumbs inside the waistline of his shorts and pulled them down his
muscular legs. His cock bounced out, almost hitting me in the face. It
was huge. I couldn't wait to taste it.
When I was done wiping him I threw the towel on the floor and moved
closer to him. My nipples hit his chest and I stood on my toes to reach
to kiss him. His cock was hot and hard against my stomach. It didn't
take long for him to respond. He slid his tongue between my lips,
wrapped his arms around me and kissed me with hunger. After an eternity
he finally let me go.
"Oh, Helen," he sighed with pain in his voice. "I really want to fuck you now."
"I want to fuck you too," I smiled and sat on my bed, legs parted, inviting him to take my pussy."
"But I don't have time. I'm supposed to meet Charlotte for lunch. I have to leave in 10 minutes."
My heart dropped. That was NOT in my plans. I had to do some damage
control. I got up from the bed and kneeled in front of him, taking his
cock in my mouth.
"Oh yes, baby," he moaned as I sucked him all the way into my mouth.
I didn't know what to do, but I'd read enough about blow jobs to start
bobbing my head forwards and backwards, sliding his cock across my lips
and teasing it with my tongue. I must be doing something right because
his moans got louder and louder. Soon his hands had my head in a strong
grip and he fucked my mouth, forcing himself into my throat. I thought
I was going to gag and my throat reflexes got Eric even more excited.
Then he made a final push and he groaned out loud as he came in my
mouth. He slowly pulled out while cumming and the last of his spunk
landed on my tits.
He pulled me up and kissed me deeply, sharing the cum that was in my mouth.
"Oh baby," he sighed. "That was wonderful. Charlotte hardly ever sucks me and she won't let me cum in her mouth."
I hadn't even realised that him not cumming in my mouth was an option. Not that it mattered. I'd loved the feeling.
"I'm sorry, but I have to go now," he reached for his shorts and put them on.
"Are you working tonight?" I asked.
"Yeah, four till midnight."
"When does Charlotte go to work in the morning?"
"She leaves around half past seven."
"Then I'm expecting you to be knocking on my door at 7.31 tomorrow morning for you to reciprocate."
He looked ready to protest until he saw me cupping one tit and licking my nipple. He grinned at me.
"Has anyone ever told you you're a little slut? I'll be right here
tomorrow morning. Make sure you have plenty of condoms because I'm
going to show you what happens to little slut girls who try to play
with the big boys."
He leaned forward and gave my nipple a playful bite and then he was
gone. I spent an hour in bed masturbating and fantasising about the
next day. Then I took the money my parents had left for emergencies and
went shopping. I found a shop with blacked out windows and went inside.
It was a slut's paradise. I wished I had a credit card because there
was so much to choose from. I finally settled on a crotchless teddy
that served my tits on a tray and a transparent pink babydoll with
matching g-strings. On my way to the checkout I saw the vibrators. I'd
love one of those. I found a gel vibrator with a bunny attachment and I
also picked up a large packet of condoms and a big tube of lube.
The sleazeball behind the counter told me that I could have a discount
if I let him play with my tits for five minutes. Sex starved as I was,
and short of cash, I pulled my t-shirt and bra off and soon his face
was buried between my tits and he started sucking and tweaking my
nipples. It was the first time I'd ever experienced anything like that
and I felt wet between my legs. A guy walked into the shop while this
was happening and he told me he'd buy me anything in the shop I wanted
if he could have five minutes too.
Half an hour later I'd had five guys fondling my tits and I came out of
there with not only my own heavily discounted purchases, but also a
black lace bra and French knickers set, a red teddy and a black fishnet
body stocking with an open crotch and bust. As a reward for trying all
those outfits on in front of my adoring audience I also got an ass
vibrator that Dom (the shop owner) demonstrated on me and immediately
had me hooked on and some stick-on nipple jewellery. I left the shop
happy and horny and I was sure the guys in there hadn't known I was a
virgin. I was getting bolder by the minute and I knew for certain that
I'd been born to be a slut.
I spent the evening watching the Conner house. Charlotte did her little
things and finally went to bed shortly after 10. I dressed in my body
stocking and sat and teased myself with my vibrator when I heard Eric
returning. He must've seen me in the window as he smiled and waved at
me. I went to bed and set the alarm at 7.
The following morning I woke up wet and horny. I checked out my new
outfits and decided on the pink babydoll. I placed the box of condoms
and the lube on my nightstand and waited. 7.30 went by and Charlotte
didn't leave. 7.40 and still no sign of Charlotte. At 7.50 the phone
rang.
"It's me," Eric whispered. "Charlotte's sick so I can't come over."
"What?" I cried out. "We were going to fuck!"
"I know, babe, but she keeps throwing up. Let me see what I can do."
I was incredibly annoyed. I was horny as hell, and dying to get rid of
my virginity, and his fucking wife kept throwing a spanner in the
works. I hoped she choked on her own vomit. Two hours later the phone
rang again.
"Charlotte needs me to go out and buy some things for her. Can you meet
me in the car park behind the high school in half an hour? I'm so horny
for you and it's killing me to know that your sexy body is so near me
and I can't touch it."
At least he sounded as desperate to fuck me as I was to fuck him. After
all my planning, was I going to lose my virginity in the back of a car
after all? I told him I'd meet him in the car park. I pulled on a
t-shirt and shorts, not bothering with underwear, and I was parked
under a tree, in a corner of the car park, when Eric pulled up next to
me. He exited his car and slid into the backseat of mine with me. He
pulled me into his arms and started kissing me.
"Oh babe," he panted. "I've been waiting for this since you sucked my cock yesterday."
"Me too," I replied. "It tasted so good, I can't wait to feel it in my pussy."
He chuckled. "Well, I'm a bit old for backseat fucking, but I will try
my best to satisfy you a little until we're able to fuck on your
beautiful double bed."
After a lot of manoeuvring I was on my back with my legs wrapped around
Eric's neck and his tongue parted my pussy lips. I cried with delight
as his tongue tickled my engorged clit. He started lapping up my juices
like a thirsty dog and I massaged my tits while moaning with pleasure.
"You're so fucking wet, baby. You taste delicious."
He started tongue fucking me and I moaned as he ran his rough tongue
around my tight pussy. Then he started licking my clit and finger
fucking me, just like I'd done myself, but it felt much better with his
finger. I wanted it to last forever but my body gave in far too quickly
and I cried out as my pussy showered Eric's face. We soon kissed again
and I tasted my pussy on his lips.
"Babe," he said against my lips. "I didn't realise that you were a
virgin. You're so tight and delicious. I wish I could go home with you
and fuck you right now."
"I'm not stopping you."
"I know, it's me. But we're not going to wait much longer. I'll tell
Charlotte I need to work overtime tonight. But instead I'll leave early
because Charlotte's sick. I'll park down the road and walk to your
house. Leave the backdoor unlocked and I'll come in that way."
We agreed on that and he kissed me quickly and left the car. As he
drove off, I looked for my shorts, but they were nowhere. He'd taken
them with him. I drove home, wearing only my t-shirt and as I pulled up
on our drive I could see Eric in his kitchen window, grinning as I made
sure nobody else could see me. I got out of the car, and when I got to
the back door, which was only overlooked by Eric's house. I stripped
off my t-shirt, shook my tits and went inside.
The lights in Eric's house went off early that night and once again I
dressed in my pink babydoll. I unlocked the door at 10 and went to my
bedroom and started reading one of my erotic novels. It wasn't long
before I heard someone opening the door and closing it, then locking
it. I heard the steps on the stairs and then Eric was in my doorway.
"Close your curtains, babe," he told me and as I did, he stripped. His
cock was even bigger than I remembered it. He took me in his arms and
squeezed me tight while kissing me. "You look sexy as hell in that
outfit, babe. Too bad I'm not going to let your wear it for long. Was
that a body stocking I saw you in last night?"
I showed him my purchases and he looked very pleased, telling me that he was looking forward to seeing me in each outfit.
"Now it's time to stop playing," he said and looked at me. "Suck my cock, slut!"
I got on my knees and started sucking him. I felt a bit braver this
time and started playing with his balls as well. He seemed to like it.
He pulled out before cumming though.
"Strip and get on your back on the bed," he commanded me. "I'm going to fuck you now."
I did as I was told and he walked up to me, cock in hand and with a
smile on his face. He sat on the side of the bed and started playing
with my pussy with his hand. He slid his index finger inside and teased
my clit. I thought I was going to die.
"Your cunt is so tight and wet. I hardly remember what it's like to fuck such a tight cunt. When was your last period?"
"Three weeks ago."
"Are you regular?"
"Yes."
"You're regular and I'm clean. We're not going to let a fucking condom ruin your first time."
With those words he mounted the bed, positioning himself between my
thighs. He leaned forward and sucked my tits. He bit my nipples and
kneaded my firm mounds. It felt a million times better to be felt up by
Eric than by those guys in the shop the previous day. Then he placed
his lips on mine and kissed me deeply. His cock was resting against my
wet slit now.
"Fuck me, Eric," I begged him.
"What did you say?"
"I said: fuck me!"
"Hmmmm... I love to hear a slut beg for my cock, especially one as tight as you."
He placed his moistened cock head against my opening and, with a hard
thrust, he penetrated me and drove his shaft deep inside my cunt. I
cried with joy as he filled my hole. It didn't hurt at all, it just
felt so good as he started pumping in and out of my cunt, each time
grinding against my clit.
It felt so good to have Eric's body on top of mine, fucking me fast and
furiously. I didn't want it to end, but soon my body betrayed me and I
came, my cunt gripping his cock tight. I was disappointed that he
hadn't cum, but I soon realised that it was just the beginning. He
pulled out of me and made me get up on my hands and knees. He moaned
out loud as he entered me from behind and I knew that he much preferred
this position.
He fucked me with long, deliberate strokes and soon he held me up by my
tits, kissing my neck as the night was full of the wet squishy sounds
of his cock slamming in and out of my cunt.
"Touch yourself, babe," he whispered in my ear. "Tease your clit while I fuck you from behind."
I did as he told me and found my throbbing nub with my fingers. I
licked my fingers and started massaging my clit. My moans got ever more
intense as the pleasure took over my body. Soon I experienced my second
orgasm. Eric still hadn't cum, but that didn't seem to faze him. He got
on his back and ordered me to straddle him. He guided his cock inside
me and then used his hands to show me how to ride him. It didn't take
me long to pick up the rhythm and his eyes were firmly lodged at my
pussy, watching himself sliding inside me, again and again. He reached
up and started massaging my tits, pulling them and tweaking them and
then he licked his finger and started touching my clit.
"Ooooooooooooh," I moaned. "I'm going to cum again if you keep that up."
"That's the plan, babe," he smiled. "I'm ready to cum and I want us to cum together."
I rode him faster and faster, crying every time his cock was buried
deep inside me. We both panted hard and concentrated on giving each
other pleasure. When I knew I was about to cum I looked at him and he
nodded. I gave in and my cunt convulsed with pleasure around his thick
shaft. He groaned as he finally released his load straight up my hungry
cunt.
Our orgasms seemed to last forever, and when it was over he lifted me
off his cock and told me to squeeze my cunt shut while me moved down.
Once his face was under my pussy I released and he ate his cum out of
my satisfied hole.
I could hardly believe it, but soon he had me on fire again. His tongue
worked my clit and cunt like an expert. Just as I was on a horny peak
he let go and got out of my bed. I got annoyed, because for a second I
thought he was going to leave me like that. But I needn't worry. He
picked up my brand new ass vibrator and came back to bed. He dipped the
vibrator in my well fucked cunt a couple of times and then he parted my
butt cheeks and slowly entered my ass with the vibrator. Once it was
buried deep in my ass he turned it on and lay down behind me, cupping
my tits.
I was amazed by the wonderful feeling in my ass when all of a sudden I
felt him entering my cunt with his hard shaft again. He started fucking
me slowly, spooning me, and we both moaned with pleasure as he turned
up the speed on the ass vibrator. With each thrust he shoved the
vibrator deeper inside my ass. I was suffering from pleasure overload.
I couldn't take it anymore. I had two loud orgasms by the time Eric
finally shot his second load of the night inside my battered cunt.
It was 1 a.m. when he finally pulled his cock and the vibrator out of
me and left me to sleep. I heard the door close and shortly afterwards
his car pulled into next door's driveway. I fell asleep and slept like
a log until the next morning. I woke up with a strange feeling. There
was someone in my room. I opened my eyes and saw Eric nibbling at my
tits and his hand was busy playing with my pussy.
"Wake up, sleepyhead," he smiled at me. "Charlotte's gone to work and it's time for you and me to shower."
That was the longest shower of my life. Eric fucked me against the
tiles and I came over and over. We spent the rest of the day in the
house, fucking each other's brains out. He loved to fuck me when I wore
my sexy lingerie and we spent a long while with him showing me how to
please myself with the vibrator.
By the time my parents returned Eric was back working the day shift and
my vibrator got plenty more exercise. It drove me nuts not to see him I
was an adult and I didn't want to sneak around with my lover. I knew
that Eric was the one for me. As soon as he was back on the evening
shift we started fucking again, with me sneaking into his house. I
brought up the subject of him leaving Charlotte, but he was evasive. I
knew that he didn't want to hurt her, but I had to come first.
One day I heard Eric and Charlotte arguing. She was accusing him of
having a mistress because they never fucked anymore. I figured it was
my cue. The next day I left a message for Charlotte at work, telling
her she needed to come home immediately. I left it anonymously of
course. Then I went into her house and started sucking her husband's
cock. I'd already cum twice and Eric was pumping me hard and fast from
behind when she walked in on us. She was furious, but we simply
couldn't stop what we were doing and we both came there in front of her.
She moved back to her parents that night and I moved in with Eric. We
married as soon as his divorce came through, and contrary to
everybody's predictions he's never cheated on me. Why would he? He's
got a slut at home so there's no need for him to find one elsewhere.
It's now 15 years later and I'm a freelance writer and Eric and I have
two beautiful children. We also have a great sex life. In fact, I
better stop typing now because my husband's cock needs sucking.
