Lartmada

Diane moved in next door when I was six years old. Being the only kid my age within 5 miles made it inevitable that we’d become playmates. Did I mention that next door was still nearly half a mile away, four-tenths to be exact? Our farm was two miles down a dusty gravel road in central Illinois. Diane’s folks bought my Grandfather’s farm after he passed away.
At the two-room country school Diane and I attended, we mostly played with other kids. After all, she had girl friends there, while I liked to play softball or dodgeball during recess. But once we got home, Diane was normally my only available playmate. The only way another kid could visit either of us was if a parent drove them over, then picked them up later. In farm country most parents had chores that kept them busy all day long
Circumstance threw us together other times as well. There was only one local church, so our Moms often took turns dropping us both off at Sunday school or social events. The modest Baptist church was located in what was laughingly called a town. It had a one-room grocery store, on the first floor of a house, run by 88-year old Mr. Meyer. When he died in his sleep, the entire commercial district closed forever. Unless you count the nickel coke machine his grand niece continued to operate in front of the bygone business. She kept it going for years afterward as a community service and memorial to the beloved town elder.
Diane and I liked each other; we got along fine almost all the time. You’d be hard pressed to prove which of us was the shyest. We were both quiet, well-mannered children. We never fought or tried to impose our will on the other. Case in point, tea parties with imaginary guests weren’t something I enjoyed. Once Diane realized which games that she liked would bore me to tears, she never attempted to foist them on me. Likewise, I learned to hunt at an early age, but she hated guns. Diane wasn’t a wimp; she’d eat a rabbit or pheasant. She just didn’t enjoy hunting.
As I recall, most of what we learned to enjoy doing together came as a result of someone saying, “Wanna play…”, then trying it. Over the years we discovered a number of activities we both enjoyed, mostly with little discussion. We weren’t afraid to try something new. We’d give it a shot, then simply decide if we liked doing it together or not.
Early on we learned that long hikes over the hundreds of acres of surrounding farmland were more fun when we took them together. Combined, our two farms had a couple miles of streams. Minnows, tadpoles, dragonflies, and crawfish provided untold hours of enjoyment. Seeing a pair of foxes seemingly float across a recently harvested wheat field, or a Sparrow Hawk lazily circling above the stubble of a corn field, alert for careless field mice, were typical rewards for hours spent sitting quietly on grassy knolls.
A rusting barrel hoop nailed to a now rarely used Black Smithing/Harness shed gave us a place to shoot a basketball. A baseball tossed onto the roof of her huge old hay barn made for a good game of catch. A series of board games came and went as we progressed from toddlers to teens.
Looking back, I realize we often spoke for hours on end about the world around us, but rarely the worlds within us. I never tried to be her boyfriend; she never tried to be anything but a playmate and trustworthy friend for me. Our friendship was solid as aged oak by the time we graduated high school.
Don’t ask me when it happened, but at some point what I had became hers, and what she had was mine. Whether it was books or bikes, it was normal for us to say “our books” or “our bikes”. The word ‘my’ was rarely spoken between us. It didn’t matter who bought the toy, or whose house it was in at any given time. Totally unselfish would be an accurate characterization of our relationship.
I didn’t pay overmuch attention to the fact that Diane was a girl and I was a boy. It wasn’t that I didn’t have hormones aplenty either. Over the years I’d coaxed several girls to sneak down to the basement at school for a game of “I’ll show you mine, if you’ll show me yours”. There were only forty-something kids in our grades one through eight county school, even fewer in our high school. As a result, I had the almost unique experience of seeing four pussies almost every year from the time they were seven to seventeen.
With three of the four I think it just grew to be a custom. Maybe once or twice a year we’d check out each other’s development. Trust me, there were no Playboy magazines, no cable TV. What most kids knew about sex, or especially the opposite sex, they learned from animal husbandry around the local farms. The only things most Baptists tell you about sex is not to have any.
There was one girl named Margaret that let me finger her a few times, and she had to teach me how to do that. Margaret was a sweet girl, but both slow and homely. Boys weren’t exactly beating down her door, but she needed a little attention now and then like anyone else.
The high point of my sex life before graduation were the few times Margaret gave me a hand job after wandering away from some social gathering for a few minutes, plus one time we masturbated while watching each other behind a shed at a classmate’s birthday party. She was from peasant stock. Margaret’s bush was so thick I never did learn much about how she looked between her legs after puberty. But that one time I saw a finger disappear into her body was more than enough to trigger the ejaculation she wanted to see.
I never ever kissed Margaret. I feel guilty about it today that I was only curious about her body. I had no actual affection for her, and she understood that. For those who wonder, she did marry a local farmhand who seemed to make her happy.
All fours girls at least flashed their breasts for me a few times, but we’d been pulling our pants down from such an early age, that I was well into my teens before I thought of asking to see their more recent female enhancements.
It was lost on me as a kid, but Diane was always a beautiful girl. Early on, she was as blonde as anyone with her Nordic-Germanic heritage could be. By the time we were eighteen, it had become a silky, shiny, light brown. Our growth patterns had always been somewhat matched. She grew to about 5′8″. I reached 6′. Yet I was almost always 2″ to 4″ taller as we grew. If asked to describe her, I’d say she had an adorable smile. I’d mention how lovely her gray-green eyes were. I certainly could picture her toned, long legs, and delightful face. Despite knowing those facts, I was so familiar with her that I took all her physical attractiveness for granted.
I was certainly no saint. I still recall the first time she bent forward in a T-shirt when her breasts were still small enough that her bra would fall away, leaving her young cones dangling before my eyes. Back then I’d get erections for no reasons at all, seeing anything remotely related to sex was enough to keep me hard until I got home where I could relieve myself. Yet because of our special relationship, it simply never occurred to me to “try anything”. When I saw Diane, I saw my best friend. I didn’t see her as an opportunity.
The day our relationship changed was two weeks after graduation. It was mid-afternoon, a warm but not especially hot day. We’d been shooting hoops, playing a game we called horse where we both had to make the same shot from the same place or cede a point. Where we played was really more of a putting green than a basketball court. The area all around the ‘court’ was a sea of long, lush grass that’d be cut for hay in a few weeks. We couldn’t dribble on the uneven ground very well, but we played fast enough and chased after our partner’s rebounds, so we could work up a mild sweat if the sun was on us.
Needing a drink of water, Diane had gone to the house. She’d disappeared around the corner a few minutes earlier. I could faintly hear her Dad running his tractor. He was plowing a distant field across the road. Her Mom had driven to my house for a monthly baking party with my mother. It was cleaver plan. They both baked a batch of cakes, pies, or cookies at the same time. They could have a nice chat, yet only one kitchen got hot and messy. With two pairs of hands, the preparation and clean up went twice as fast.
I’d been on a bit of a streak. As long as I kept making the lead off shot, Diane couldn’t beat me. Needing only one point to win this game of horse, I grew suspicious that my fierce little competitor had planned this “time out” to cool off my shooting. Finally she returned. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary as she stood behind me awaiting my shot.
After tossing and spinning the ball a foot into the air a few times until I felt loose again, I bent my knees slightly as I readied a 14′ shot. Raising the basketball in front of me, I began an easy jump to launch the ball into an arc towards the hoop. Just before my release, a blast of ice cold water hit the back of my neck. “H E Y!!!!”
I knew the ball would hit wide of its mark. I spun around on my way down. Diane was already doubled over from laugher. All her pearly white teeth were flashing my way in a Cheshire Cat grin. Both arms were extended towards me. One hand was palm up; fingers spread like a crossing guard signaling ‘STOP’. The other hand held a squirt gun pointed at my face.
Not a word was spoken. She couldn’t speak because she was laughing too hard. I couldn’t say anything because I was too surprised. Leaning forward, I began a series of short menacing steps in Diane’s direction. Laughing hysterically, she retreated while threatening to squirt me if I didn’t stop. My stalking continued until her feet got to the end of the mowed court. As her right foot felt the drag of the tall grass, her gaze shifted to her feet. That split second was all I needed. Like a big cat who’s prey just zigged when it should have zagged, I leapt. My target was the squirt gun. My goal was revenge.
Diane reacted perfectly; her arms flew above her head, moving the gun out of my reach. She also got off a squirt that hit me square between the eyes, causing me to blink. Having launched myself like a diver into a pool, my hands reached out for her. I grabbed for her waist, trying not to land on my face, but only grasped her clothing. Since she’d been bent over laughing and not in a good position to keep her balance, she went down on her butt, letting out a shriek. As she fell backwards, my hands pulled her sweat shorts completely down.
My momentum carried me forward. When the brief disorientation from the hard landing passed, I found myself staring directly at the most perfect pussy I’d even seen. Her sparse pubic hair was almost as blonde as I remembered Diane being as a child. Her scent filled my nostrils, making my head swim. The shorts were completely off of one leg. I was lying on my belly between her almost closed thighs. My hips began a tiny rise off of the ground, like a car on a lift, as my penis instantly filled with blood.
I never looked up; I was transfixed by the perfection mere inches away. Already I was breathing like a stallion downwind from a mare barn. Feeling my first breath on her exposed genitals caused Diane to fall instantly silent; she froze like a rabbit suddenly aware of a nearby fox. Judging by the lack of tension in her abdominal muscles, I suspect she laid her head back on the tall grass. Neither of us spoke, only the sounds of a day on in the country could be heard.
How many seconds passed as my male brain absorbed each minute detail of the feminine perfection so unexpectedly revealed? I’ll never know. My mind entered a new reality where only Diane and I existed, nothing except us remotely mattered. The light covering of fur did little to hide her dampening slit. Diane’s vaginal lips swelled before my eyes, her pink inner flesh began to slightly reveal itself.
No one had ever told me what I was ’supposed’ to do, but instinct bailed me out. I kissed the top of her gash. I kissed left then right, lower, then lower still. Diane gradually raised her knees while spreading her legs, granting me full access to wherever my lips wished to taste. Nibbles became interspersed with my kisses. The longer my mouth explored her vulva, the more her slit seemed to open up, inviting ever deeper probing.
When my tongue slid into her gash, I heard the air in her lungs rush out of her body. I certainly didn’t know what I was doing, but Diane’s body told me I was pleasing her greatly. Her hips had begun rolling seductively shortly after first licking her soft, slippery inner flesh. Repeatedly I worked my tongue carefully up and down her slit. This soon taught me she enjoyed being licked everywhere, but some places she enjoyed even more than others.
An overpowering desire to see her breasts urged me to kiss my way up and about her taut abdomen then tummy. My hands pushed her top up just ahead of my wandering lips. Finally the bottom of her breasts began to show. Using just my abdominal muscles to arch my back, I gradually unveiled Diane’s soft, heavenly breasts. Her mounds had a firm, yet unbelievably soft appearance that God gives women that age to make them irresistible.
I exchanged long stares with the inch and a half wide pink eyes below me. The long, thick, darker pink nipple at the center of each areola pulled at me like steel to a magnet. My parted lips were soon drawn to her pliant flesh. Minutes passed as I savored her long hidden delights. There were so many wondrous sensations as I kissed from one tender breast to the other, I couldn’t say any one was the best. My fingers couldn’t get enough of her baby soft skin.
Diane guided my mouth to her engorged right nipple; it was like sucking a large fingertip between my lips. Its texture was completely unique, the warmth and feel of that special fleshy nub caused violent reactions within me. My body trembled. I suckled both breasts until my jaw began to hurt.
Pushing myself up until I was on my knees between her splayed thighs, I pulled my shirt over my head, then cast it aside. I stared down into Diane’s sparkling eyes. Our faces showed passion, yet little expression. Holding my gaze, she pulled her shirt over her head, then lay back silently. The rolling of her breasts as she had moved only served to enflame me further.
Lowering myself until I was back at her breasts, my lips briefly expressed my adoration again, before kissing their way over Diane’s upper chest then neck. As much as I marveled at the softness of her throat, I was driven to find her mouth. We had never really kissed, I had to know what her mouth would feel like pressed to mine. Our eyes met as I slid up her slightly sweating body until our lips were an inch apart. Her hand settled behind my head. Eyes closing, Diane gently pulled us together.
Was it possible that her lips were softer than anything I’d ever felt? Our first real kiss was a lengthy, tender, pressing of our lips. Soft, so very, very soft.
Diane parted her lips slightly. I had French kissed, briefly, a few times when a girl and I had ducked around a corner at a church social or someone’s birthday party. But I’d never really made out with a girl. I knew how to start our tongue kissing, but I was tentative and inexperienced. Fortunately, Diane was equally unsure. We recognized our mutual naivete. It allowed us to relax, develop a technique, then refine it together. Our tongues drew enormous pleasure from each other. Our bodies were profoundly effected by our intimate probing and moist, breathy contacts.
As our passion increased, Diane’s hands first roamed across my shoulders, upper back, lower back, then finally slid under my waistband. At first her fingers trailed over my buns, but the more labored her breathing became, the more she formed a death grip on my cheeks, pulling my erection hard against her drenched pussy. Releasing my butt, I felt her struggling to lower my sweat pants. The pants caught on my erection. I pushed myself up using both arms, then used one hand assist her.
Diane reached into my pants; her fingers surrounded my penis. I almost collapsed. My sharp inhalation when she gripped my shaft drew her attention back to my face. I gazed down at some one I’d never seen before. Not my friend next door, but the young woman I’d spent most of my life with. So many things snapped into focus.
Together we lowered my pants.
I lay down on top of Diane; she guided me while shifting her hips so my shaft ended up nestled along her slit. We kissed for several minutes longer, tingling head to toe from not only the excitement of our warm flesh writhing together, but also from the heady knowledge that after all these years we’d found each other.
Diane was actually ready for penetration before I was. Her hands left my neck and back so she could reach between us. I lifted my hips thinking she only wanted to fondle me. She did stroke me for a minute. I could sense her gauging my size and heft, but soon she was using her hands to coat my penis with my oozing lubrication, plus adding some from herself. The pleasure of her hands running up and down my shaft was so new and so intense that it didn’t register immediately that she’d aimed my tapered tip at her opening.
Diane’s hips began to rise and fall. Only when my system got its biggest jolt yet, her moist warmth pressing onto, then gradually surrounding my glans, only then did I fully comprehend that I was about to enter her. My hips made tiny, slow pushes, similar to her short pelvic thrusts. Both virgins, we only had instinct to guide us. She was as aroused as a young woman could ever be, but nonetheless virginally tight.
The only thing that saved me from ejaculating was the concentration required as I tried to guess at our progress or increase my penetration without hurting my lover. If I’d allowed myself to think about how incredible it felt each time I pushed my penis a teeny bit deeper into Diane, I never would’ve completed our first attempted coupling. As it was, I don’t recall exactly when her hymen broke. I can clearly recall only the moment that I knew I was completely buried inside of her amazing young body.
We’d kissed a few times as we strove for penetration, but mostly we focused on what our hips were doing. It had been hard to breathe due to the excitement we felt. I tried not to hear the erotic wet sounds my penis made as it moved in and out of her slippery pussy. Once I was at long last buried to the hilt inside Diane, I lifted my head. We looked into each other’s eyes, both of us smiling the wry smile of an athlete who is spent but feels a sense of accomplishment.
Diane wrapped her legs around my waist, holding me tight inside her as I leaned in to kiss her deeply. My body was soon beyond my control. My hips resumed the tiny thrusts that had so recently achieved my first insertion. The mind numbingly intense rapture of having my penis embedded in Diane’s pussy compelled my body to begin the primal thrusting that would bring release.
Tiny back and forth motions became longer and longer thrusts. I wanted to slow down, to make the moment last, but I was too excited, not to mention too inexperienced. My penis felt like it was swelling to the size of a baseball bat; my balls drew tight against me. Judging by Diane’s body movements, she must have known I was about to come inside her. Her hips drove against me at an angle that begged my body to push my sperm into her deepest recesses. She matched me moan for moan; her swaying hips caused mine to drive into her on every thrust.
I felt it begin. Semen left my balls, entered my penis, traveled the length of my shaft, then shot into Diane’s womb. Warmth spread within her as my sperm coated her insides. Gush after gush erupted. I felt like sperm was coming out of me long after it had probably stopped. Her muscles squeezed my shaft like a milkmaid’s hands; her body implored mine to yield every possible drop of fluid I could produce.

The fantasy had been going on for so long. We’d shared all of my fantasies and she knew how much they turned me on. We’d signed up for a couple of matchmaking internet sites and gotten a few replies, but never had acted on them. Last week, we’d gotten a reply from a man that wanted to make me his slave. We’d read it and she made me reply to him. I wasn’t sure that I could go through with any of it, but she made me tell him about my fantasies and then she sent him some of the stories I’d written. When he wrote back again, he told me that I was to meet him at a motel in a nearby city on Saturday. I knew that I couldn’t and wouldn’t go through with it and thought that was the end of it. I didn’t reply, but we did have great sex while we talked about what I would do if I did reply.
The next weekend, we decided to go to a concert and arranged for my parents to watch our daughter. We headed to the city to go to the show, but on the way, my wife pulled up in front of a motel and said, “room 105”.
“What?”, I asked.
“Get inside and go to room 105, that’s where he’s waiting for you.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Get your ass inside now, you don’t want to be late or who knows what he’ll do.”
My mind raced, I didn’t know what to do, but I slowly opened the door and got out of the car and she pulled away, leaving me standing there. Almost in a trance, I walked towards the motel and found myself standing in front of room 105. I knocked and could hear movement inside and then the door opened. There was a good looking man about my age standing there and he looked at me and said, “Get on your knees.”
I looked around and started to try to walk into the room first, but he just repeated, “Get on your knees.”
I was standing on the front entryway, in plain view of the street and anyone in the parking lot. There were some other people on the balcony farther down, but I slowly dropped to my knees as he’d told me.
“What are you doing here?”, he asked.
“You told me to meet you here.”
“I know I told you to meet me here, but why did you?”
“I couldn’t help it”, I replied.
“Because you’re a slut and you want my cum, don’t you”, he barked, loud enough for the people down the hall to hear.
“Yes”, I replied meekly.
“What, I didn’t hear you”, he said back, again in a rather loud voice.
“Because I’m a slut and I want your cum”, I said loud enough to satisfy him and, to my embarrassment, to catch the attention of the people down the hall.
“Then crawl in, slut”
I crawled into the room on my knees. He took a couple of steps back so that he was standing next to the bed and told me to unbuckle his pants. I could see the bulge in his pants and my hands shook as I undid his belt and pulled down his zipper. I reached around his waist and started to slide his pants and underwear down. I could feel the knot in my stomach clenching tightly as I lifted the front of his underwear to free his cock as I slid them down. His cock was big and beautiful, just as he’d told us and as my eyes fixed on it, my head bent involuntarily forward to take it into my mouth. His hand went quickly to my forehead to keep me from it and a small moan escaped me. He took his cock in his hand and brushed it along my cheek. He slowly rubbed his hot cock all over my face, eliciting one long whimper from me.
“Do you want to suck it?” he teased.
“Please, let me suck it.”
“I’m not sure you really want it”, he teased again.
“Oh, please, I want your cock. I want to suck it til you cum all over me. Please, please let me suck your cock.”
“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue, slut, but don’t you dare suck it.”
I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out, wanting his hot cock in my mouth more than anything. He wiped the head of his cock slowly along my tongue and again I moaned quietly. He stuck his cock into my mouth and slowly slid it back and forth, not letting me suck on it. I could taste it and wanted it so badly that my balls ached and I thought I would cum in my pants.
“Yea, you’re a little cock sucking whore, listen to you moan”, he taunted. He continued to slowly slide his cock in and out of my mouth and I could taste the musky flavor of his cock and feel the heat of it. My face was flush with excitement and I could feel the throbbing of my own cock when he finally said, “Suck it.”
My mouth closed over his cock and I began to suck it ravenously. “Yea, suck my cock, slut. Suck it good. I’m going to cum all over you you whore. That’s want you want, isn’t it?”
“Mmmmm”, I moaned.
He pushed me away from him, “Tell me that’s want you want slut!”
“Please, that’s want I want. Let me suck your cock until you cum all over me. I’ll do anything you want, please.”
“That’s right, you’ll do anything I want. You’re my fucking slave, now suck my cock.”
I lunged back at him, needing his cock back in my mouth. Feverishly, I sucked his cock, bobbing my head up and down on it in rhythm with my hand stroking up and down the length of his fat shaft. He reached over and drew back the curtain on the front window of the room. I didn’t care, I couldn’t have stopped sucking him even if I’d told myself that I wanted to. Even when I realized that the people that had been down the hall were now standing in front of the window, I couldn’t bring myself to take his cock out of my mouth. There were three of them, all men, standing there at the window watching, staring in amazement and fascination. They were each rubbing their cocks through their pants and my master turned to be sure that they got a good view. I could feel his cock start to grow even harder and I knew I was about to get my first taste of cum.
“Lean against the bed”, he groaned. I shifted around on the floor so that I was sitting next to the bed and leaning back against it. He stood in front of me and then leaned into me, his hands extended on the bed behind me and began to fuck my face. His back was now to the window and the men could see his ass move back and forth as he shoved his cock in and out of my mouth.
“Don’t you swallow it”, he croaked as I felt his body tense. I felt the first huge rush of cum shoot into my mouth. I couldn’t have taken another drop in my mouth without swallowing or choking when he pulled his cock out and stroked it quickly. Spurt after spurt shot out of his cock, landing hot on my face. I whimpered, and cum began to pour from my swollen prick, filling my pants.
He stepped away and I could see the three guys still looking in the window as I sat there on the floor with my mouth full of cum and more dripping down my face. “Open your mouth”, he commanded. I leaned my head back, my eyes closing, savoring the erotic taste and feel of the cum all over me, I opened my mouth so that the guys at the window could see the cum filling it to overflowing. “Now you can swallow it slut!”
The guys stared in through the window as I drank down the hot load in my mouth. I could feel two sharp throbs of my cock, forcing more cum out of me in response to the arousal of swallowing down that cum while they stared.
“Now go to the door and invite them in. Tell them you need more”
Again, or still, in a daze, I went to the door and opened it. “Please, come in. I need more cock. I need all the cum you can give me.”
The men hurried through the door and my master told me, “First, sit in the chair so I can show them what a whore you are.” I went to the chair in the corner and sat down, while the four of them watched me.
“You came in your pants from sucking me, didn’t you?”.
“Yes”, I croaked.
“Open up your pants and show them how turned on you got from me cumming in your face.”
I unbuckled my pants and pulled my pants and underwear down past my still hard, but fading cock. The cum was all over my cock and my underwear and strings of it stretched obscenely as I pulled my underwear away from my cock.
“Wipe yourself up, you disgusting slut.”
I wiped my hand over my crotch collecting as much of the cum that had spilled there as I could.
“Now lick your hand clean.” Said one of the men that was standing there.
Obediently, I licked the cum from my hand as my master told me to take off my clothes.
“Now get on the bed and you’re going to get the fucking a whore deserves.”
I laid back on the bed, but he told me to get on my hands and knees.
As I turned and got onto all fours, my cock dangled heavily under me and could feel it growing hard again. I looked over and watched them undress and my cock began to throb and my asshole ached to be fucked. The first guy came around in front of me and before I new even what was happening, he shoved his cock into my mouth. His cock was rock hard from watching my command performance and he began to roughly fuck my face. He reached under me and grabbed hold of my nipples and began tugging on them, pulling me forward as he thrust his hips and shoved his cock down my throat. I had to quickly relax my throat to keep from choking, but it was obvious that he didn’t care. My mouth was just a hole for him to use. I was only more turned on by being used so roughly and the tugging on my nipples made me ache for even more. I felt the cold sensation of lube on my ass and the pressing of a cock quickly followed it. I forced my ass back onto it, trying everything to satisfy the aching in my balls. I felt the hard cock slide slowly into me and hips soon pressing against my ass. He grabbed my hips and soon there was a rhythm with me slamming back and forth between the cock in my mouth and the one in my ass.
I could hear the whirring of a video camera, but was too immersed in my primal lust to care. The man in my mouth couldn’t stand it for long and I felt him pulse and his cum began to pour into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could and he pulled out and left the rest dripping down my chin and mixing with the load on my face. When he stepped away, I could see that two of the other guys couldn’t wait their turn and there was one bent over in front of me, getting his ass fucked by the other. I moaned at the sight as I watched and felt the cock continuing to saw in and out of my ass.
The man that had cum in my mouth handed me something and told me to wipe the cum off my face. I didn’t really want to wipe the cum off my face and it seemed strange that he would let me, when I realized that he’d handed me my cum soaked underwear. “Wipe it”, he commanded.
I wiped the underwear around my face, mostly smearing the cum all over, but wiping some up too. He took the underwear from me and put it on the bed in front of me and forced me face down into it. I dropped from all fours to be on my knees with my face buried in the bed. The man that was fucking me leaned forward and began to fuck me even harder, forcing my face down into the bed. I could feel my face slide around in the puddle of cum that I was forced into and I could feel the cock in my ass swell with arousal of what they were forcing me to do.
The first hot spurts of cum blasted inside my ass and I moaned into the sticky mess in my face. He quickly pulled out and shot gob after gob onto my back and I just moaned helplessly. As he slowly recovered from his orgasm, he reached forward and grabbed me by the hair. He lifted my head to watch the last of the orgasm that the man in front of me was having. He grabbed the hips of the guy he was fucking and I could see him convulse for what seemed like forever. By the time he stepped back, I could see the cum running out of the ass and down the leg of the guy bent over in front of me. As soon as the guy that was being fucked began to recover, he turned and backed into me. He pushed his ass back towards me and I couldn’t help but extend my tongue to lick the cum from around his hole. I heard him moan and my cock throbbed even more in response.
“Yea, clean up his ass good you little cum slut”, I heard my master spit.
I could see from the corner of my eye that he was still filming, but I still didn’t care. All I could think about was satisfying my lust. I licked greedily at the cum flowing steadily out of his ass and licked up and down his thighs. Moaning with each mouthful that I swallowed. When I’d thoroughly cleaned him, he moved around behind me and flipped me over onto my back. He lifted my legs and put them over his shoulders and I watched his huge cock push against my ass. He dropped onto me, sinking his cock all the way to his balls, forcing a short gasp out of me. “Oh god, yea, fuck me hard”, I blurted.
“Someone put a cock in this slut’s mouth to shut him up”, he called to the others.
They all seemed to be revived again by then and my master set the camera on the table to film as they all piled onto the bed around me. The guy fucking me was the only one in the room that hadn’t cum yet and he seemed to be taking it out on my ass. He grabbed my ankles, forcing them even farther back, lifting my ass up off the bed and he slammed his hips forward, throwing all of his weight onto me and shoving the full length of his cock into me with each thrust.
I was suddenly surrounded by all three of the other guys and I quickly took a cock in each hand, guiding one to my mouth. I tried to pleasure all of them at once, raising my ass to meet his forceful thrusts and stroking and sucking every cock I could reach. They each told me what a dirty slut I was and that they were going to finish using me until there was nothing left. I felt my cock begin a slow contraction and I was so used up that the cum began to slowly pour from my cock in a steady stream rather than a convulsive spurt. I felt the guy in my ass swell impossibly harder and his cock throb before I felt his hot cum squirt inside me. It seemed that each of the cocks over me began to throb and cum in unison, each of them shooting huge loads all over my face and body. The guy fucking my ass slid slowly out of me and dropped my legs, which fell limply against the bed.
My arms splayed out to my sides and I was barely conscious as they got dressed and left. It was an hour later before I realized that I was lying on the bed in full view of the window, with cum dripping from my ass and covered from my head to my thighs with more cum than I’d ever imagined. My wife was sitting in the chair in the corner, waiting for me to wake up, holding a videocassette.

Mitchell inhaled deeply as he entered the apartment. Sandalwood and cigarette smoke swept into his stuffy nose. He sniffled and wiped a damp red towel across his face. Cold conditioned air engulfed him, sending chills down his body. What warmth there was in his wet shorts fled immediately. They went almost frigid, and he felt his genitals retreat accordingly. He shut the door behind him, toweling himself vigorously in an attempt to raise his body temperature. It was always a shock going from the cool apartment, to the sultry heat outside, to the soothing pool, back into the heat, and back into the AC. It was a wonder he hadn’t gotten sick yet from the morning dips he’d been enjoying since moving in with Nina last weekend.
She was straddling the arm of the sofa, swinging her legs, and sipping coffee. She was dressed in a grey Navy t-shirt several sizes too large for her and a pair of plain blue cotton panties. A wisp of cigarette smoke rose lazily from its source in the ashtray on the coffee table. Her wavy, sand-colored hair piled on her shoulders and draped between her shoulder blades.
Continuing to rub himself all over with the towel, he strode towards her and lightly touched her bony, deeply-tanned shoulder. He brushed a long strand of hair from her face and kissed her on the forehead.
“Morning,” he said softly with a grin.
“Afternoon,” she replied huskily. Her deep voice contrasted with her frail body and eminently feminine face, with its high cheekbones and narrow chin. She said her voice was like that before she started her pack and a half a day habit.
“Sleep well?” he asked and stepped between her legs. He pushed his waist towards her. She brushed her lips on the trail of brown hair running up his belly. The skin beneath the trail of hair was noticeably lighter than the rest of his body. He let the towel drop and land on her knee.
“Ooh, it’s wet!” she complained and pushed it to the floor. She leaned over and placed her mug on the table.
“Sorry ’bout that,” he said, still grinning, and kissed her on the top of her head.
She ran her narrow hands with their prominent tendons down his cold damp shorts and up into the leg openings. She worked towards his clammy, shriveled penis, and squeezed it. It was so cold and little. He mmm’ed and tangled his fingers in her hair. She pulled her hands out of his shorts and deftly untied them. The strong Velcro fly tore open loudly when she pulled it apart. His shorts dropped to the floor, revealing a stark tanline around his waist, showing him to be morbidly white to halfway down his muscular thighs. His dick was swelling and when she felt his balls again she could feel that they were starting to descend. She took his still cold penis past her warm lips. It tasted like cock and chlorine. She sucked it all in and swirled her tongue around it. Quickly it swelled and grew too big for her coffee-heated mouth.
He cooed, “Oh, baby,” and brushed her heavy hair from her face. She didn’t look up at him. She always thought people looked dumb when they looked up from that spot. He thought ladies looked good with his fat dick halfway in their mouths. She massaged his balls. She knew he liked that a lot. Her boyfriend didn’t like that, but Mitchell did. Mitchell said that he got a lot of power from his balls. He said his soul came from them. He talked about them frequently. They were big and dangly and even when withdrawn still the sack stayed big like half baseball buried behind his dick. Her boyfriend’s disappeared almost completely when he got aroused. It turned her on to hold Mitchell’s balls. She had his soul in her hand. She lowered it and his soul followed, until it could go no farther. She squeezed the inside of his thigh. With the other hand she gripped his cock, now too big to get her hand around unless she squeezed it really hard, which she did. Its head swelled huge and purple, like a salty exotic fruit swollen with juice. She flicked her tongue against the tip, and indulged him with an upward glance and a smile. He wasn’t even looking. He was staring straight ahead, breathing deep and slow, inhaling through his nose, exhaling through pursed lips like he was going to whistle.
He looked to his left. The blinds on the patio door where open. Mateo, one of the Mexicans who maintained the apartment complex’s simple landscaping, slowly made his way past the patio, waving a loud, gas-powered weed whacker back and forth. His attention was on what he was doing. She felt Mitchell tense. She knew why and smiled. She wrapped both hands around his superheated penis and pumped it vigorously, causing his hips to jut front and back and his nuts to swing. His balls began to rise again as she tugged more insistently.
“The blinds,” he muttered but didn’t really care. Just let someone walk by and see him like that. He could die right then and it would be alright. He hardly cared about anything. Let the whole world see him getting jerked off by this beautiful woman. Let them take a picture. He could die right then and leave that picture as the sole clue to the man that he was. He could die right then knowing that’s how the world would know him for the rest of time.
And the little death began as she worked feverishly at his red and purple penis. She jerked it roughly with both hands. He was getting near. With his consciousness focused on one end, he pushed her hands away, and began stroking himself in earnest. She pulled her shirt off over her head. Her small brown, dark-nippled breasts flashed briefly in his fevered mind. She grabbed his ass and pull him closer. Throwing her head back, exposing her neck like a charmed maiden presenting herself to the vampire, she ran her hands up and down his legs, then brought them to rest. One hand held his soul, the other his ass. The climax came and erupted all over her chest, neck, face, and hair. He always came heavily with violence. He shook like he was having a seizure, growling “Oh God! Oh fuck!” again and again, as the hot semen shot thickly from deep within his being.
He almost collapsed but he held himself together just enough to kiss her cum-streaked face, tasting his own seed. He bent to grab the towel and wiped off his dick. She grinned triumphantly, enormously turned on now. She’d soaked her panties and probably the arm of the sofa, too. She tore the towel from his slack grip and wiped herself off. She was heated now and couldn’t help pushing her pussy down against the wide soft arm of the sofa. He grabbed her hair again, pulled her head back, and kissed her on the lips. Their tongues collided and fought each other wildly. He grabbed her biceps painfully and continued the rough kiss. He knew she wanted it now. That’s why he was so attracted to her. He never knew a girl to get so turned on from jerking a guy off. She said it was because he came so hard and so much always came out of him that it turned her on and made her want to fuck like a nympho.
She looked towards the open blinds and smirked. “I hope Mateo didn’t notice,” she lied.
Mitchell chuckled. “Let’s go back to the bedroom.” He stepped back and held out his hand to help her up.
“I’ll grab something firmer,” she said and grabbed his still-hard penis.
“Careful there,” he laughed.
She held tight and slid off the arm and onto her feet. She kissed him on the mouth, let go of his dick, and spun him around. He complied. “Now march, sex animal.” She slapped his solid, hairy ass as he stepped out of his swim trunks and made for the bedroom. She followed close behind, wiping Mitchell’s cum off with her boyfriend’s t-shirt. She didn’t miss him at all. Steve probably wouldn’t be back for at least three more months. His tour in Iraq had been extended against his wishes. As long as he was gone, she was free to do what she wanted. At least that’s how she saw it. She knew he didn’t see things the same way, but she didn’t care. She was not a woman who allowed her life to be dictated by possessive men. That’s not to say she didn’t love Steve. She loved him very much. And she loved Mitchell, too, even though she just met him a few days ago. She fell in love with him as soon as she started talking to him.
It was a Friday night. Bored and lonely, the lithe 29 year old decided to go to Riptide, her favorite bar by the beach. Her model-like stature drew predatory glances from men wherever she went. Most of the sharks at the bar were familiar to her. None of the males registered in her mind as anything other than a hungry pair of watery eyes with a dick and a pair of balls hanging somewhere below.
“Hey, Nina, can I get you a drink?” one of the utterly boring dumbass regulars offered.
“Corona,” was her detached reply. She frequented Riptide out of habit. It was where she met Steve, though as far as she knew none of his friends hung out there. He was on a bar tour that night two years ago. Most bars disgusted her but she accepted socializing as a largely annoying, but necessary process. After all, she had become pathetically desperate from male company. She’d waited long enough for Steve. She had to satisfy her base animal needs.
The guy eagerly turned to the bar and got her drink. He handed it to her. “So…”
She walked away from him before he could say whatever stupid thing he was about to say. She pushed the lime into the bottle, stoppered the top with her thumb, turned it upside down, then back, and took a steady pull from the cold, sweaty bottle. She strolled towards the back of the bar. Idiots surreptitiously checked her out. “Have they no dignity?” she asked herself.
One seemed to, though. A guy with a clean-shaven head and face sitting by himself at a small, round table at the back of the barroom. She caught his eyes and locked onto them. They were big and brown. She saw them slowly go up and down her body. The look on his face was one of detached appraisal. Keeping his gleaming eyes confidently locked onto hers, he lifted a bottle of water from the table and drank from it. He nodded nonchalantly. She sauntered over.
“Mind if I sit down?” she asked needlessly.
“I’d be honored,” he said without a hint of ulterior motive. Mitchell introduced himself and they shook hands. He couldn’t believe this smokin’ hot babe just sat down with him. He’d been there for a little while not talking to anyone because he didn’t know any of them and he wasn’t one to just start chatting with people. He’d had a couple beers and was winding down since he had to drive home. And then Nina joined him. He changed his mind about leaving soon. This girl radiated sex, and he was horny as fuck. It’d only been a couple weeks since he’d last gotten laid, but he was blacked-out when it happened so it was more like six months since the last time. He was pissed about that last one, too, because he really liked the girl and he was moving so he wanted to bang her one last time before he moved a thousand miles away. Figures he fuckin’ drinks too much and doesn’t end up remembering what she said was a great lay. He’d been with her before and was sure it was a good one. He’d been wanting to tag her again for so long, but noooooo…he does and he can’t remember it. That was done, though. He wasn’t going to get wasted like that anytime soon.
“Wait…what?” he asked when he realized she was talking to him.
She was impressed with his relaxed demeanor. Most guys would be annoyingly hanging on her every word, but Mitchell just totally spaced out on her. Nina didn’t lack in self-confidence but she hated to be placed on a pedestal.
“What were you just thinking about?” she inquired.
“Oh, nothing,” he replied sheepishly. It was a crack in his cool armor.
“No, you have to tell me,” she pried as she polished off the rest of her beer. She clanked the empty bottle on the table and looked at him forcefully but not without a trace of a smile.
“Need another beer?” He was grinning and looking around the bar.
“First tell me what you were thinking about when you oh-so-rudely stopped paying attention to me.”
He took a deep breath and collected himself. “I was thinking about how before I moved down here I fucked this good friend of mine, and it was something I really wanted to do before I left and I got to literally live out a dream, but I don’t remember it at all because I drank so much that I was blacked out when it occurred. It kinda bums me out, ya know?”
Nina was shocked by his guileless frankness and sweet sincerity.
She stepped out of her shorts on the way into her bedroom and left them on the floor. He turned to face her. His trademark devilish smirk was in full effect, as was his fat dick. She pressed against him, wedging his dick between their pubic bones, cruelly grabbed his lean ass, and engaged him in a passionate kiss. Then she pushed him backwards onto her unmade bed.
“Scoot back,” she commanded.
He did as he was told, stopping when his head hit a pillow. “I can smell your pussy,” he said hungrily.
She replied with a grunt and straddled him. His dick entered her slickness with nary a sign of resistance. Arousal came easily for her because she didn’t resist it. She slapped away his hands when he reached up to grab her tits. “Just lay there,” she said and grinded against him. She felt the soft end tap her cervix and reveled in the deepness of his penetration and the sensation of his thickness. Few men filled her just right. She was wide and shallow, built perfectly for his stout, relentless dick. He didn’t stab her painfully like Steve.
She switched to an in and out motion. Lifting and leaning forward until he almost wasn’t in her anymore. Sliding back down. Mashing herself against him. Rubbing left and right. Slowly up again. Despite her wetness she could still detect a faint and exquisite friction as his width gained a fraction of purchase on her slippery lips. She reached back and below and felt his balls. They were packed tight now. Pulled back like the slide on a semi-automatic pistol, about to explode a spray of gunfire that could bring both life and death.
His eyes were scrunched tight, his mouth half open, his breathing erratic. She lightly slapped his face. He opened his eyes and smiled. “Look at me,” she breathed, and increased the ferocity of her fucking. She wanted him to come. She was close. Sweat sheened her chest. His swim had washed away his deodorant and his unmitigated scent fueled her animal soul. She was partially supporting herself on her arms as she rapidly slammed and grinded. He defied her earlier command and put his hands on her ass. He thrust up to meet her pummeling pussy. They pounded their crotches together. The slapping sound sent them closer to the edge.
Then she came unwound. Through gritted teeth she unleashed a long, low wail. His penis shot up her vertabrae, wrapped around her spinal cord, and came hot and thick across and within the folds of her convulsing mind. Time dripped down her back. Her insides exploded and collapsed. Everything went black.
And he laughed. “That’s what I’m talkin’ about!”
She was sprawled atop him. His dick was half-hard inside her. “Shut up,” she gasped as their sweat and juices intermingled. He felt like his nuts were swimming in sauce. Their breathing became regular and synchronized. He hugged her tightly against himself and tried not to wonder about what would happen when Steve came home. He was trying to live in the moment. He envied Nina’s ability to unquestioningly be herself.
She wondered how long he’d stay. A hint of crowding insinuated itself into her orgasm-addled thoughts. She wasn’t looking for another boyfriend.
Just a lay that went on for a few days.
She extricated herself from his embrace and walked into the living room to get a cigarette. He absently caressed his slimy semi-swollen penis and admired her slender profile as she stood naked in front of the sliding glass door, smoking. Sunlight glimmered in her flaxen pubic hair. She turned to drop the finished cigarette in the ashtray on the coffee table. He smiled at her as if drugged. Her hand casually went to her breast as she watched him massaging his penis back to its full stature. She shook her head.
“It’s not like there’s anything better to do, right?” He said, smirking.
She reentered the bedroom and slid atop him.

Waiting a moment in the hallway before knocking, I wiped my sweaty palms on my denim skirt—a general sense of unease is becoming a steady presence in my life, these days. Classes are just killing me; I used to be a stellar student and now I just have no motivation—Spanish is the worst. That’s why I wanted to talk to Professor Chavez; not that he’d say anything terribly useful, because he thinks I’m doing fairly well, but I know that with some professors, if you show that you really care about the class, they’ll cut you some slack. Besides that, he had asked me to come when I was done with my day’s classes. Great.
The frame of the door sounded hollow and cheap as I rapped on Professor Chavez’s office door. He promptly came to the door and greeted me, ushering me into the room. I took to my usual spot, standing next to the bookshelf and setting my backpack down on the floor as I watched him close the door and take to sitting on his desk, as was custom. It had to have been the sixth time this semester I’ve gone in to get some reassurance and advice from him.
“Julia, thank you for coming, I wanted to talk about something…from your test,” he said, looking somewhat troubled. I was somewhat surprised that he was using English—he always jokes that he’s not very comfortable with it or doesn’t understand it—but simultaneously I was relieved, because I could barely think in English right now, let alone Spanish.
“Yeah, I know, I’m sure I did horribly on it, I just don’t understand these tenses we’re working on right now. I mean, I understand the conditional and the future, but once we get into pluperfect subjunctive and that, I don’t even know what they look like, no matter how hard I study, and…” I sighed in resigned frustration.
He just kindof smiled at me and shook his head. He seemed to think about it for a moment, running his hand through his almost-graying hair. Fourty-four is treating him very well, I have to admit. My whole class can’t figure out why he is single: he’s an attractive man, he likes to cook, he’s very smart, and he has a knockout accent. Snapping me out of my musings, he replied, “Julia, you did fairly well on the test. You’re right, you could stand to review the different tenses, but these things come with time. Just think of how much progress you’ve made in dealing with the preterit and imperfect—you use them well in your speech, now, not just in writing. You’re making good progress.” He paused for a moment, seeming troubled. I stayed silent a few moments.
Finally, he voiced what was on his mind; “Julia, it’s the composition portion of the test I need to…clarify.” He kindof grinned at me—what IS it about Latin American men’s smiles that just makes me melt? And it didn’t help that he was wearing my favourite pair of black Wranglers that did such good things for his ass.
I kindof blushed—the essay topic was on tattoos and piercings, talking about an experience we have had in getting any body modification done. I don’t know WHY I chose to write what I did, because I have plenty of examples to choose from: my piercer knows me by name. They’re all very tasteful, mind you—my tongue is the most daring piercing I have that people can regularly see, since nose piercing and anything in your ears is totally commonplace now. But for some reason I had opted to write about my nipple-piercing experience, probably because they’re my favourite piercings. I knew he’d read it, but I didn’t think I’d have to talk to him about it much. Trying not to look embarrassed, I asked, “What can I clarify for you?” I felt my ears turning red and I went kindof cold…I hate it when my body betrays me like that.
He looked around the ceiling for a moment, thinking. He really seemed kindof torn for some reason. Finally, he took a deep breath and explained, “Well, I…you don’t have to answer this or…or whatever, if you don’t want to, because I know I shouldn’t ask, but I just couldn’t help but ask if…can I…see them?”
My mind was a whirlwind. I have been lusting after the man all semester, but I had no intentions of acting on that. I mean, I’m so inexperienced, so I’m really prone to making an idiot out of myself, and I’m really self-conscious. And he’s twice my age, not to mention my professor!
I didn’t even really have time to think about it before my answer was coming out of my mouth; I felt as if I had no control at the time, and I just nodded an affirmative as I began to unbutton my shirt. I kindof fumbled with the buttons because I was shaking a bit, and I was still utterly conflicted. I didn’t know what I was supposed to think…so I guess I stopped trying.
As I finally got my buttons un-done, I unclasped my bra—I just happened to choose my favourite front-clasp this morning, so as I was standing in my professor’s office baring my breasts to him, I didn’t have to take my shirt or bra off (quite the convenient coincidence).
He kindof gasped, and I didn’t know how to take it. I mean, I just wanted to make him happy, honestly. I felt as if we stood there for at least ten minutes, with him staring at the barbells through my nipples and me staring at the look in his eyes…I had never seen that look before from anyone, let alone him. I can’t even explain the effect it had on me…I felt very vulnerable, and at the same time very strong, and I could see that he had a similar mix of feelings running through his mind.
After thinking about this situation for a moment, I realized that I had an opportunity. This could turn out to be a very memorable experience—not that it wasn’t already a memory that would be ingrained in my mind forever—and I made a decision. I took a bit of a plunge and ran my hand up my stomach and lightly caressed my nipple with my thumb. Biting my lower lip, I looked to him for his reaction.
He licked his lips and seemed torn once again before asking me tentatively, “can I…touch them?”
I didn’t hesitate this time before taking two steps toward him and nodding. The sensation of his surprisingly soft hands grazing over my breasts, over my nipples…it gave me courage in exchange for my conscience. I leaned over slightly and tilted his chin up, kissing him lightly—I had been wanting to do that for months, and it was better than I had imagined. With him being so close, I could smell his cologne, I could feel the warmth of his mouth on mine, and I almost went weak. He, however, seemed to find some inner source of resolve, for the touch of his hands became a bit more insistent and the depth of our kisses went from tender to passionate.
He began to kiss down my neck a bit, taking his time but remaining eager. I stood straight and tilted my head back to allow him better access as I shrugged my shoulders to let both my shirt and my bra flutter to the floor. I ran my hands over his shoulders as he reached what must have been heaven—I can’t even imagine there being anything better than the sensation of his tongue flicking my sensitive nipples, one and then the other. I suppressed a moan—we were right next door to the department office, and if one of the secretaries overheard the department chair engaged as he was with a student…we’d be in trouble, doubtless.
“Professor, I…” I began.
“Call me Roberto, all of the other students do,” he interrupted in a brief intermission from his masterful work on my breasts.
“Roberto, you’re not going to regret this, are you?” I said. I didn’t want this experience to be clouded by having some awkwardness in class or something. The last thing I wanted on this planet was for him to stop, but I still felt I should make sure.
He paused a moment and stood. He was so close to me, I could feel his cock through both his and my layers of jeans. He was only an inch or two taller than I, but it was enough; I felt very safe standing there just then. “Julia, if anyone would regret this, it would be you; I have nothing to worry about as long as no one important knows. I won’t regret a minute of this as long as you’re okay with everything.” He looked deeply into my eyes—I couldn’t maintain his gaze for more than a couple of seconds, so I broke it with a short kiss, running my hands over his chest through his dress shirt. His hands wandered over my bare back to rest on my ass.
“I’ll tell you if I’m not comfortable with something.” I replied, breathlessly.
With that, he kissed me again and we traded places, with me sitting on the desk. As he resumed licking and kissing my breasts, I pulled up my skirt, wanting desperately to know what his mouth would be like elsewhere. Sensing this, he ran his hand along my leg, caressing the inside of my thigh and then over the thong that was my underwear. He stifled a moan at the discovery that I was utterly soaked. I kindof blushed, but at the same time, my brain was fogged with lust, and I had nothing on my mind but him.
He ran his fingers along my outer labia through my underwear before moving them to the side and lightly stroking my clitoris, all the while alternating from my left nipple to my right, wiggling the little barbells with his tongue, which was driving me crazy. Part of me wanted the moment to last forever, but I spread my legs a little wider, wordlessly begging him for more. He slid one finger, then two into my pussy and stroked for a minute to get me to loosen up a little bit—I had never been with a man before, and I think he sensed that.
After a few moments, he took his fingers out of my cunt and I grabbed his hand and began sucking on his fingers—I have always loved the way that I taste, but the added dimension of his touch on my body was driving me crazy—I knew I needed something more.
“Roberto, can I ask you a favour?” I asked somewhat breathily as he returned his hand to stroking my clit.
“Sure,” he said nodding.
“I…I want you to fuck me, but I’m still technically a virgin when it comes to men, and I don’t think it would be appropriate for me to lose that in this situation.” Thinking back on it now, NOTHING we had done was appropriate, but my mind’s ability to comprehend logical reasoning had slipped away long before.
“Just with men, eh?” He said with a grin. I grinned back at him and blushed momentarily as he continued, “Do you want me to stop, or…” he slipped his well-lubricated fingers down a bit and pressed ever so lightly on my tight asshole.
I gasped a bit and whispered a moan before saying, “No, don’t stop! God, man, please don’t stop. If…if it’s okay with you…I want you to fuck me in the ass.”
He instantly grinned and kissed me quickly and deeply. He was still applying some pressure to my asshole as he stroked my clit with his thumb; it didn’t take me long to loosen up enough to allow his finger to venture into my tight, warm ass. It was like nothing I had ever felt before, and I wanted more.
He paused for a moment and grabbed some lotion from the drawer of the desk on which I was sitting (I actually had to move my leg to allow him access, being that my legs were spread out to the drawers). He flipped the cap and squeezed a bit onto his finger that was in my asshole and worked it around and in with ease before slipping in a second finger. I gasped a little at the increased pressure in my backdoor, but it was quickly as easy as the first had been. This whole process seemed very foreign to me, but I…I needed it. I don’t think it was just my lust that I had been nursing for the last two months for him. And I don’t think it was just a need to get laid in some form or another. It was as if everything could have been thrown away in exchange for the next five minutes of my life—I’ve never felt that way about anything before.
“Roberto,” I gasped, “I need you…I need your cock in me…”
“Then turn around, rest your hands on the desk, and relax for me,” he said. I complied and pulled my skirt up to my waist, giving him a better view of his work.
I could tell he wasn’t exactly a virgin at this; he seemed to know my body better than I did. I could hear his pants unzipping and I felt somewhat guilty that I hadn’t paid his cock much attention—in fact I hadn’t yet seen it. But in the back of my mind, I was hoping this wouldn’t be the last time and I’d get to try something new with him; maybe I could repay him this divine favour at a later date.
At any rate, I glanced back and saw that his cock had definitely been straining to escape its confinement for some time—it looked huge to me, considering how big his two fingers had felt inside of me, but I trusted him, and I knew he’d take it slowly. He added some lotion to the pre-cum that had formed at the tip and before I had time to get nervous, he had pulled my thong to the side and his cock was at the entrance to my asshole, applying pressure slowly but without hesitation.
For a split second, I was worried it wouldn’t fit, but I took a deep breath and the moment I pushed back against him, the head of his cock slipped into my asshole. I gasped slightly, getting used to that slight pain and intense pleasure as he pressed onward, managing another inch of his cock into the tight passageway. It was frustratingly slow, but at the same time I knew that he didn’t want to hurt me, and I felt strangely at ease. He ran his hands along my bare back, rubbing my shoulders and occasionally slipping down to rub my thighs and clit while all the while pressing forward with his hips. I replied by pushing in kind; a whimper or two escaped my lips as his cock reached placed in my ass that I had never known could feel so good.
After what couldn’t have been more than a couple of minutes, I could feel that his cock was fully inserted into my ass—his hips were right against my ass cheeks, his legs against mine…I had never felt so sexy.
Then Roberto began to stroke deeply in and out of my ass, all the while whispering calming sentiments in a mix of Spanish and English into my ear—it was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard: “Cálmate, chica, tienes que relajar…you’re so beautiful, me haces volverme loco.” It certainly didn’t take me long before I was bouncing back and forth, suppressing moans of an insistent, needy pleasure. I couldn’t imagine the experience his hands had, to know my skin so well. Our pace was a flurry of mounting intensity before I felt him come in my ass, a jet of warmth accompanied by a barely-quieted moan. I came not long after, with my Spanish professor’s dick in my ass and fingers on my clit—definitely not something I’ll forget any time soon.
We took a moment to catch our breath before he pulled out of my rear. My thong slipped back into place, but didn’t do much to keep his cum from seeping out of my asshole, definitely an unusual feeling. I slipped my skirt back down and straightened it as he resituated his jeans as well.
As I was slipping my bra on, there was a knock at the door—I freaked out and frantically whipped my shirt on, trying to button it as Roberto stalled a moment: “Un momento, por favor.” He ran his hands through his hair and opened the door just as I straightened out my shirt and tucked my hair behind my ear, trying to act casual, which I suck at.
From behind the door I could hear María Carlton, my Spanish professor from last year. A middle-aged blonde woman, she carried herself as if she had just done something very similar to what I had just done—she sounded kindof sultry, just then, as she handed Roberto a manila envelope.
“Here are the surveys from the 212 polls, Roberto,” she said.
“Gracias, María—I’ll check them out this weekend. Chau.”
Waving goodbye to her, he closed the door and grinned, relieved. I turned beet red, mortified that we had almost been caught—he was obviously a more thrill-seeking soul than I. He took a step toward me, tilted my head up with his fingertips and kissed me sweetly. I twined my arms around his neck and enjoyed the moment, hoping it wouldn’t be a one-time thing.
Breaking off the kiss, he tucked my bangs behind my ear and cupped my cheek in his palm, grazing his thumb over my cheekbone. “Are you okay? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…I shouldn’t have let this happen…”
Interrupting his gratuitous apologies, I slipped my hands into his back pockets and grinned. “Can we do it again, sometime?” I said with a wink. He made me swoon with a boyish grin and kindof nodded before kissing my cheek and letting me out to the hallway. The feeling of his cum slowly sliding out of my ass as I left his office was priceless.

Darla got the attention of the ladies and had them resume their seats on the sofas circling the slave. He has become uncomfortable on the exam table, restrained with his legs spread wide in the stirrups. The slave was returned with his cock and balls red and raw from over use during the last twenty-four hours. His balls were empty of the saline solution which had migrated back into his body. He was tired and visibly exhausted. Ross winced when Darla even touched him, he was so sore.
There were huge dark circles in the foreskin of his cock from obvious use of the cock and ball wash. When too much pressure is used and the cock swells it can be difficult to remove from the cylinder, so with the force of the pressure and pulling and tugging to get it out, dark spots similar to bruising appear as the veins break under the skin. Darla asked for a couple of volunteers to play “doctor” with Ross.
As she turned to gather the necessary “probes”, two of the ladies approached the slave. Darla heard one of the ladies tell the slave that this was going to hurt her more than it would hurt him. The room of ladies erupted in laughter. The women were still nude because the room had to be kept very warm for the slave to keep his balls soft and hanging down allowing each one to be languishing in a warm bag of fluid.
Darla returned to the middle of the room with a stainless steel tray covered with an open towel and on the towel were several metal probes, a small lighting device and three pairs of latex gloves. She instructed the ladies to put the gloves on as she slid hers over her hand, snapping it against her wrist, and grinning.
One of the ladies was instructed to work on the slaves misshapen balls, squeezing them and manipulating them back into nicely shaped ovals. She began to squeeze harder, flattening them out then massaging them back into ovals repeatedly. She crushed them under the palm of her hand against the end of the exam table then manipulated them back into ovals. She was enjoying his balls immensely. Ross would occasionally grimace in pain then pant from the manipulations.
Darla let the two women go ahead inviting them to begin the examination. The lady at Ross’ balls was not very careful; she had one of the slave’s balls almost flattened in her hands again. Darla handed her a device that resembled a press. Two pieces of acrylic with four bolts, one in each corner, each one had a wing nut affixed to the top which could be twisted down to move the two pieces of acrylic firmly together.
The woman’s eyes were huge as she took the press from Darla. She took hold of the slave’s balls and stuffed them between the two pieces of acrylic and began turning the wing nuts to tighten it down. Watching the slave wince every now and then had some of the audience fingering their clits as they watched the show. They could see the slave’s cock getting harder and swelling as the press was flattened more. Ross was in serious pain as his balls were being literally attacked by these sex crazed women. The other ladies began to gather around the exam table to get a better look. As the press was tightened down even more, the slave’s balls were just as flat as they could get.
Darla handed the other woman a set of nipple clamps which had alligator clips at the end. She watched as they were applied to the freshly licked and sucked nipples on the slave. The ladies all clapped as the slave screamed behind the gag from the pain in his nipples. They could see the pain in his eyes. His balls flattened his nipples in alligator clips and Darla about to introduce Hegar Sounds into the mouth of his cock.
Darla picked up one of the metal probes. They are each about eight to ten inches in length, hollow, polished aluminum and range from small to large. The sounds stretch the urethra as they are being slid into the male’s cock. They are very smooth and therefore tight as they slide down into the urethra.
Darla lifted the slave’s cock and began slowly feeding it down into the eye. Ross responded by literally rising up off of the table, hips bucking, cock straining trying to push it out, as Darla continued to slide the probe down into him. It took two extra ladies to hold him down at the pelvic area. Darla decided to play some; she let the probe slide out of the slave’s cock and began to push her baby finger down into the urethra, telling the women to hold him tight. She was about half way in when Ross screamed behind the gag over his mouth. The women were cheering her on and gasping from what they were watching.
Darla soon tired of the finger and let it slip from his cock. She got one of the larger sounds and began feeding it down into Ross’ cock again. The women held him down as he struggled against the assault. When she had it deeply embedded, she attached a small clamp with a wire from the TENS unit to the probe. So his balls pressed, his penis probed and his nipples clamped the ladies stood back to admire their work.
The slave was ready for some electrical fun! The ladies all returned to their seats and Darla readied them for the show. All eyes were on the slave, they could see the sweat pouring from his brow as the clamps and wires were tightened. When the electricity was turned on, if the slave moved his nipples would be pulled by the clamps out and away from his body, causing extreme pain. Darla held the probe in place by squeezing the slave’s cock tightly around the head. Another person was invited to apply the electricity.
As the woman turned the TENS unit on everyone could see the instant results of the shock. The slave’s cock jutted upward and pre cum trying to ooze from the mouth, but forced back into the shaft of his cock. His body moved just enough to pull the nipple clamps tightly. He winced in pain.
His body betrayed his fear and humiliation. His thighs and stomach muscles taunt, his back arched, his neck straining with his head thrown back, the ladies watched as his hips thrust upward and pumped hard. The sound probe was bobbing up and down and back and forth as the electric current surged through it. It doesn’t get any more intense, than this.
The electricity was applied several more times until the ladies were getting restless again. They wanted this slave badly. Darla had to continually reposition the probe as Ross tried to push it out, she had kept her latex gloves on for that specific reason, and she didn’t want to get shocked.
Darla removed the electrodes from the sound probe in the slaves cock and positioned them on each side of the slave’s balls. As the TENS unit was turned on again his balls twitched and literally danced as the electricity passed through them. They were rock solid in minutes. The skin was stretched tightly over the balls it looked and felt as though they would pop, like a balloon.
The ladies removed the electrodes and the sound probe, the clamps were removed from the slave’s nipples and as the blood flowed back into each one, the slave groaned behind the gag from the pain. Darla summoned the servants who were also cops to stand by as the restraints were removed so that Ross could stand and stretch his body, relieve himself and drink some water. The servants were prepared with a tazer in case the slave decided to get too wild.
Ross returned to the middle of the room, security by his side. Mistress Darla ordered Ross to service every pussy in the room. He was required to make each lady cum at least one time. The women got very excited about this and several volunteers to be first came forward.
It was decided that the slave would start with the one lady on the left end of the sofa and work from there to the last lady on the right. Ross moved to the first lady and spread her legs wide. It just happened that this lady was here for the first time. She was very shy and timid but within minutes Ross had her screaming in orgasm. She clamped her legs together, pulls on his hair and ears and grabs at him in an attempt to get his cock. The older experienced ladies were humored with her reaction.
The next lady was one of the mean ones. She was very experienced, had huge tits a completely tanned body and shaved pussy. She moved down and spread out on the carpeted floor and orders the slave to make her cum hard or he’ll be punished hard. He leaned into her wet cavern and held her lips wide open as he lapped at her pussy. The other ladies were watching intently, a few with their hands working their own clits. She had his semi hard cock in her hand as he licked and sucked her. As she moved closer to orgasm she pulls and stretches his cock hard. She pulls the foreskin tightly stretching it causing the slave to work double fast on her cunt. As her back arches and she cums really hard, she grabs his cock and stretches it out tightly until her body relaxes and lets it go.
Ross worked his way down the line of women licking and sucking clits and pussies until he thought his tongue would fall off. As he serviced the last one, Darla stood next to him with a glass of water and a small pill for him to take. The slave was concerned as he had never been required to swallow medication before, but Darla assured him that he would be fine. He swallowed the Viagra.
The women cheered as the slave’s cock grew harder and harder. He was leaking pre cum like never before. The women had mixed responses to the huge amounts of pre cum oozing from his cock. Some loved it and some couldn’t even look at it. Ross was ordered to begin stroking his cock for the ladies, using only the pre cum as lubricant. He was not to touch any other part of his body.
After stroking for awhile Darla decided to milt him again. His balls were so full from servicing all the beautiful women and the abuse; she thought it best for all concerned.
His cock must be soft to milt and it won’t work if the cock is hard. Darla slaps at his cock until it is soft again. She slides two fingers down the underside of the cock head towards the sac, with her two fingers still close to the head, the foreskin slips back up and covers her fingers and the head of the cock. She then takes her other hand and gets a cupping type grip under the sac and holds them steady so that they are trapped in that hand.
Her two fingers slip downward just as if they were sliding down the shaft of his cock; the exception is they are inside the foreskin and not inside the wide mouth of his cock. The fingers reach a very slight “restriction” area of the sac. Pressing harder the two fingers wrapped in the foreskin slip with a “pop” into the sac and rest between the two testicles inside the sac. She has the servants stroking the slave’s balls. Darla warns them that as soon as they feel the sperm and pre cum ooze from the head against the palm of their hand, relax for a few minutes, no movement at all, and then begin the stimulation again, hard. Within a moment they should feel a large amount of sperm and pre cum in the palm of their hand. Relax a moment, no movement at all and begin again. She warns them to be very careful and not continue the stimulation while the sperm and pre cum flow out because that will cause a full blown orgasm which defeats the purpose of the milting.
After the second milting, Darla orders the slave to stroke his cock hard again. He was in the middle of the room, stroking his cock hard. He was humiliated because he had to rub harder and harder, faster and holding it tighter just to try and get hard for all the women to see. When Ross was hard once again, desensitized from all the abuse and the Viagra the head was very engorged and huge, the shaft super thick and very fat he could do almost anything at this point and not cum.
One of the women slipped down in front of him and spread her pussy lips for him. Ross looked to Darla for instruction; he was such a well trained slave. Darla ordered him to fuck the woman in any way she wanted.
Ross guided the head of his engorged cock to the opening of the most beautiful pussy he had ever seen. His balls ached from the lack of release, and he knew now that Darla had fed him Viagra, he wouldn’t be able to explode for at least six hours.
The woman pressed her ass back as the slave’s cock entered her. She felt the head of his cock so very deep, massaging the inside of her wet pussy. She bucked her hips and moaned her pleasures. Ross was not responding as Darla had hoped so she took charge of the situation. Ross was placed on his back as the woman slid down his huge cock. Darla invited the next lady to straddle the slaves face, he was ordered to lick and suck her to orgasm as the other woman rode his cock hard.
Ross was amazed at the short time it took to get these two ladies off and relaxed a bit as the one from his mouth was lowered onto his dripping cock. This one was much tighter than the last and he had to work his hips to enter her. His cock tingled from the tight constraints of her hole but he pushed forward anyway.
Another woman was sitting on his face before he was touching bottom of the lady on his cock. He worked his tongue into her matching his thrusts into the womb of the other. He almost choked as the woman on his face squirted her cum all over his face. That triggered the other to contract her pussy around his cock like a vise, he groaned as she emptied her orgasm over his cock.
The women continued through out the afternoon and evening getting licked, sucked and fucked by this slave. Everyone serviced, Darla announced it was time for the party to end. She escorted her guests to the door and hugged each one as they filed out. She breathed a sigh of relief as she started toward the dungeon again.
The slave was brought in front of Darla by the servants. Darla asked for the cylinder and slipped it over Ross’ cock and balls. His eyes widened not knowing what to expect and Darla smiled, reassuring him that this was a very pleasurable cock and ball wash with “pump” action!! The sting from the hot water and baby oil caused Ross to jump slightly and the pain from the pumping, he knew would be more than the first time.
The two women tightened the cylinder and started the pump. They watched as the slaves cock and balls were cleaned and washed by the warm water, and began to swell and his face showed the pain and stinging. When Darla saw his balls twice the size they were, the pump was turned off and the ladies pulled and pushed until the cylinder was removed. Ross was placed in the shower and told to clean himself up. The servants were instructed to place him back on the mattress spread eagle and restrained, then let Darla know when he was ready.
Darla leans down to the slave and begins to examine him for damage. She finds him hugely swollen yet still hard. His balls are much larger yet very tight. She notes the small breaks in the skin, abrasions, bruising and the mouth of his cock has been stretched to the point she could easily fit her thumb down inside. She is very surprised there is very little blood. She also is concerned when she sees bite marks on the head of his cock and also on his balls.
Ross has never been with more than one woman before and he was exhausted. Darla came into the room totally nude and the slave was astonished to see such a lovely woman. He instantly felt a deep desire over come him as he drank the beauty of her body. He didn’t think his cock could get any harder, but it swelled and throbbed like never before. The servants released Ross from the restraints and were told to step away and wait for further orders.
Darla ordered the slave to his knees; she spread her lovely legs showing of her smoothly shaved mound and pussy. Ross moved in with his mouth and tongue without being told, He grasps the cheeks of her ass and pulls her to his awaiting mouth. She gasps and presses her mound into his face, his tongue flicking over her clit like lightening bolts.
Darla’s knees give out and the slave lowers her to the bed just across the room. He spreads her legs wide open and presses them into the air with his shoulders. He licks the Mistress from tailbone to clit and back over and over. She is panting as her pussy begins to contract around his tongue.
He slips a finger into her hot, wet hole and sucks hard on her distended clit until her body convulses and she literally screams as her orgasm over takes her. Then Ross takes the tip of one finger and slides the hood of Darla’s clit back and assaults the head of her clit with his tongue. He lessons the intensity of his assault on her clit and slides a second finger into her pussy. He slowly strokes his Mistress of the night into another mind blowing orgasm.
Ross feels the effects of the drug wearing off as he slides up the length of her body. His balls are so full and his cock rock hard when he reaches the smooth skin surrounding Darla’s steamy pussy. The slave traces the outer lips with the head of his cock ever so softly as he stares into her eyes. He tells her with his body that he has all the control now.
Darla’s eyes slowly shut as Ross slips the head of his engorged cock up and down her slit, she moans envisioning that huge cock stretching her pussy to its biggest ever. She imagines that feeling of fullness and anticipates his deep strokes.
The slave takes her nipple and sucks it hard into his mouth; he rolls it over his tongue and gently bites down on it. Darla’s eyes instantly open and she gasps for air feeling him take her in one hard, long and deep stroke. He presses himself deeply into her feeling the opening to her womb. Holding himself tightly against her cervix, he leans down and takes the other nipple in his mouth sucking hard and biting as Darla loudly moans her approval.
Ross rocks against Darla’s womb, massaging the inside of her cunt and presses his lips over hers deeply kissing her into her third orgasm. He then begins to stroke her dripping wet pussy with long, slow motions. They rock together, Ross fucking her hard and deep then suddenly withdrawing. Darla moans her protest as he withdraws and rolls her to her stomach.
The slave pulls his Mistress up onto all fours by her hips and presses the head of his drenched cock to the opening of her ass. Darla excitedly presses her ass back onto Ross’s cock and he feels the head push through the opening. They hold still allowing her to adjust to the large cock entering her ass.
Ross begins to press forward as he feels her contract around his cock. He slips deeper into her ass and hears her beg for more. He presses hard and slides balls deep into her ass and she slams her ass back over his cock. They move as one when Ross starts to move himself slowly in and out of her tight ass. Ross fucks her ass hard, balls slapping against her clit, faster and deeper as she loudly moans. He feels her pussy contracting and he reaches around to firmly pinch and pull on her clit, taking her over the edge and into the throws of yet another explosive orgasm.
Darla dismounts the slave and turns on her side. Ross lies down beside her and they notice the time. She has just enough time to drive him to the park to meet his owner. She will return him well used.
To be continued…

Huffing and puffing, Sally Reisel finished climbing the last few steps to her fifth floor apartment. It’d been raining all day and the traffic from work was almost as bad as the lines to check out at the grocer’s. It was one of those days when everyone else seemed to not be in a hurry and you were the only one who was.
The elevator had been out in her complex for the last several weeks and judging by the unhurried attitude of the super, it would probably be several more before workmen would approach it. Balancing, grocery bags and purse, she fumbled for her keys and dropped them. As she put down the bags to retrieve them, she heard an astonished gasp coming through the door, followed by giggling.
What the hell? She turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open. By the far wall, sitting in dining room chairs, her roommate Becky and Trish, a mutual friend were looking out the window, sharing a pair of binoculars.
Sally grabbed her groceries and kicked the door wide. “Hey, you two. What’s up? Why are all the lights out?”
Binoculars in hand, Trish quickly spun around, waving. “Shhh! Close the door - quickly.” Becky held a hand over her mouth, giggling.
Sally sat the bags on the entry table and shut the door. “Why? What’s going on?”
Becky kept laughing as Trish waved her over silently. Sally looked at Trish’s face and saw that she was staring out the window, looking down.
Sally looked outside, but saw nothing in the growing darkness. “What is it?”
Trish pointed. “There, by the light in that third floor window.”
Sally looked again, squinting at the faint blue glow in the window two floors down. “It’s a computer. So?”
Trish thrust the binoculars at her. “Are you blind? Check it out.”
Confused, Sally took the glasses and looked outside again. She held the binoculars up, sighted down them to the blue light and then held them to her eyes. She adjusted the spread of the glasses, then looked through them again. She saw the blue glow, but everything was blurry. She rolled her finger along the focus on top of the glasses and the image sharpened. A man was sitting at his computer, reading something.
Sally lowered the glasses and looked back at Trish and Becky. They stared through the window blinds as if their very lives depended on it.
I must be missing something. Sally raised the glasses again and looked at the man. He was young - early twenties? Maybe a college student? He had on t-shirt and jeans possibly; difficult to tell in the darkness. Sally tried to look at the screen, but a lamp was in the way. She lowered the glasses.
“I don’t get it. What’s so special about this guy? Is he someone’s boyfriend or something?”
Trish rolled her head back, sighed, then looked at Sally as though she’d done something really stupid. “Did you see what he’s doing?”
“Yeah, he’s reading something on his computer.”
Becky laughed. “I’ve met him.”
Trish gasped. “Never!”
“Yes, yes, on the elevator. He flirted with me.”
Trish looked out the window, gesturing. “No way, he’s too young for you.”
“Oh, well fuck you very much, he is not. Well, maybe he is, but his cock isn’t.” Becky leaned into the window from her chair.
Sally was puzzled. “I am totally missing something here.”
Trish put her arm around Sally. “Okay, look through the binoculars. I’ll show you.”
Sally raised the glasses once again and found the young man on the third floor.
“Okay, what do you see?”
“Same thing as before. He hasn’t moved - a young guy looking at his computer.”
“And what is he looking at?”
“I can’t really see what he’s reading. There’s a lamp or something…”
Trish grabbed Sally by the shoulders and pulled her to the right. “Oh, okay, stand over here then.”
The lamp slid off to the left and she could see the screen clearly now. She adjusted the focus. A picture was in the center of a dark screen. She focused on it then she smiled. It was a video of a big-boobed woman masturbating. “He’s looking at a porn site!” She looked over the top of the glasses at the window outside.
Becky chimed in. “Not just a porn site. It’s one of those interactive video chatroom porn sites. He’s watching some chick get herself off - live.”
“Really?” Sally looked through the glasses again. The man’s eyes were open, rapt and staring at the screen. His lips moved. “He’s talking!”
“Duh,” said Trish. “He’s got on a headset, talking to her.”
Sally followed the light up the man’s face and saw a wire coming down from his ear. “You’re right. He is wearing a headset.”
Trish whispered into Sally’s ear. “Okay. Now look down, see his neck?”
“Yeah.”
“Now do you see his shoulders?”
“Uhm, yeah.”
“Notice anything?”
In the faint blue light, Sally could just make out his right shoulder moving back and forth in a steady, quick rhythm.
“His shoulder’s moving. What’s he do… Oh shit.”
Sally looked over the glasses, putting one hand to her mouth in surprise.
Trish smiled at her. “That’s right, darling. Our little Adonis down there is jacking off.”
The surprise faded and Sally felt a tingling sweep past her breasts, heading south. She smiled and looked through the binoculars again. It was really dark below the desk where the young man sat. She squinted, looking where his lap should be. Is that movement? She looked hard, but couldn’t make out anything.
Becky said it for her. “I’d give anything for a little more light down there.”
“Yeah, then maybe we could see if this guy might be worth paying a visit.” Trish laughed at her own joke. Hand over her mouth, Becky just giggled again.
Sally looked up at them. “How long have you two been watching him?”
“Not too long. Maybe fifteen minutes. Of course, that’s today,” said Trish.
“Today? Have you been watching him before this?” Sally was truly surprised.
Trish smiled, indicating Becky. “Well, I’ve only been watching him today, but your roommate here tells me this has been going on for what - weeks?”
Becky looked away from the window, furtively stealing a blushing glance at Sally, and then she laughed through her nose, looking back.
Sally’s mouth dropped open. “And you didn’t tell me?”
“Well, it hasn’t come up in, ah, normal conversation, Sally. But, now that the cat’s out of the bag, he does this same time, every day. My guess is he gets home from work, thinking about his girlfriend there. If that’s what she is. And can’t wait to get off with her. Horny little bastard.”
Sally looked out the window again, trying to see in the dark. “Is it the same girl, then, each time?”
“I think it is. Hard to tell, really. From this distance, one busty redhead looks like the next.”
Sally thought for a moment. “You know, maybe he’s got a long-distance relationship or something. Like, this is his girlfriend back home. He might be going to University here and this is the only way they can…”
Trish interrupted. “Or he might just be a horny little bastard, like Becky says.”
“Shhh…you two, there he goes. Oh my God!”
“What, what? Let me see.” Trish crowded the window by Becky, pushing the blinds aside.
Crowded out, Sally moved to the next window and looked through the glasses. The man’s head was stretching back away from the screen and he was shouting something. Suddenly, he stood up. In the blue glow of the computer screen, Sally could clearly see his really long hard cock come into view. His hand stroking along its length like it was trying to set it on fire. He thrust his hips forward at the screen and his body spasmed. A spurt of white flew from the head of his penis at the screen, another, then a long rope of cum splattered the monitor and the keyboard. More long spewing trails of sperm flew through the air as he pulled the cum out of his cock, spraying the equipment in front of him. Finally, his shoulders sagged and he fell into the chair behind him, panting with his head thrown back.
Sally’s eyes were glued wide open, her breath was rasping through her mouth, her lips gone dry. Feeling the sensation first, she looked down and saw her nipples trying to poke holes through her linen blouse. She inhaled deeply, licked her lips, and then squeezed her knees together. Oh. She could feel her labia slip against one another.
Trish spoke first, fanning her face. “I’d say that’s worth a little investigation.”
Becky stood up, brushing the front of her shorts down. “We’re got to find out what apartment he’s in.”
“But how?” Sally sat down, her knees still weak.
Trish paced and thought. “His window is the third from the corner of the building. We simply have to go down there and count apartments from the corner. Should be easy.”
Becky smiled. “But who’ll go? All of us? That’d be suspicious.”
Trish stepped into the kitchen and returned with three toothpicks extended from her fist. “We’ll draw lots. Long straw has to go.” She straightened the toothpicks and held them out. “Becky, you saw him first, you draw first.”
Becky licked her lips and leaned forward, taking the toothpick on the right.

* * *
Sally quietly walked along the third-floor corridor, watching the numbers to her right. She felt nervous, but tingling from head-to-toe. She knew that the apartment they’d been watching must be one of the ones she was walking past, but couldn’t figure out exactly which one. They’d counted windows in the courtyard, but they didn’t really know the layout of the rooms. Was three-twelve at the corner or three-fourteen? She walked by apartment three-twenty and fantasized for a moment.
She’d knock on the door. A startled young man would answer.
Stepping quickly into the apartment, pushing past him, she’d walk straight to the back. “House maid. Just here for a quick clean-up.”
She’d open the bedroom door, walk to the computer and see the incredible mess of sperm on his keyboard. “Hmmm… My, my what do we have here?”
Sally smiled to herself as she rounded the corner past three-twenty and walked to the end of the short hall, leading to the courtyard stairwell. At the end of the short hall, was a window. This was the fifth window from the corner; the man’s room was two back. Sally stood at the window and looked up at the black windows of Becky’s apartment. She pulled out her cel phone and dialed.
The phone rang once. Becky answered. “Sally?”
She whispered into the little phone. “Yeah, it’s me. This is the only courtyard stairwell from the corner.”
“Then his is two back. Which apartment number is that?”
Sally smiled and turned to look back down the hall. “Apartment three-twenty.”
“Great! Then all you have to do now is go to the mailroom at the front and look at the name on box three-twenty.”
“Me? I have to go? I’ve done this, why don’t one of you…” A door slammed down the hall. Sally turned her head to listen carefully.
“Oh, Trish is right. You are such a pussy, Sally. Just go down…”
Footsteps were coming closer.
Sally fiercely whispered. “Shut up! Shut up! Somone’s coming!”
Sauntering around the corner with his hands in his pockets, the young man walked up the hall towards Sally.
Sally’s face grew pale and she turned toward the window, talking steadily. “It’s him.”
Becky laughed loudly through the little phone.
The footsteps stopped. “Is it still raining out?” He had an Austrailian accent.
Sally turned slowly away from the window and looked at the man. He was tall, over six feet, blond hair cut short. Nice chest.
 
“Sorry to interrupt, but did you hear me?”
Sally’s eyes snapped off his pecs and looked him in the face. He was very cute, athletic-looking.
Becky’s voice banged out of the phone. “Say something, you idiot!”
Sally lowered the phone. “Yeah, it’s still wet… Eh, Outside. Has been all the time, all night - all day, I mean.”
“So, you’re waiting on it to clear then?”
“Oh, no, I’m not doing anything. Just standing… Here. Uhm, waiting… On a friend.” Sally’s knees started to tremble. He was very handsome. His accent is gorgeous.
 
His eyes flicked down to her breasts, then back to her eyes. My God, he’s checking me out.
He gestured with his thumb. “I haven’t seen you around here before. Do you live in the building?”
Sally calmed down a bit at this. “Oh. Yeah. Lived here for two years. Nice place. The Super’s kind of a drag.”
“Who? Tim? Naw, he’s not so bad. Fixed my bath last week.” He smiled. Dimples popped out of the sides of his face. Sally almost swooned.
“Who’s on the phone?”
Sally looked suddenly down, having forgotten about Becky. “Oh, no one, just… Just my answering service. Checking messages and stuff.”
“I see. Well, I should be getting on. Terrance’s my name, but everyone calls me Terry.” He held out his hand to Sally.
Sally took his hand, smiled and shook it.