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My Confession

My name is Kathy (I'll just leave this on a first name basis) and live
in one of the suburbs of Dayton, Ohio.

I came to Dayton in 1976 from Indianapolis to attend the University
of Dayton. I was 18, just graduated from high school and wanting to get
away from home but not too far away, so Dayton seemed perfect. I wasn't
a virgin, but wasn't terribly experienced sexually, either, having had
two serious boyfriends and one one-night-stand. My senior year steady
had gone off to college in Michigan, so I felt like I was free to date
when I got to Dayton.

So, I moved out to Dayton and started college.I've always been pretty outgoing, so I quickly made a number of newfriends, most of who liked to party. Early in the first semester, I went with three other girls in my class down to Flanagan's bar near campus.

We were there for awhile splitting pitchers of beer and got talking to
three guys sitting at a nearby table. I hit it off with one of the
guys and spent a while talking to him. He told me his name was Bob
and was down here visiting friends, but was a junior at Ohio Northern.
He was about 6', tanned and very muscular. I was very attracted to
him and found myself thinking "Hmm, I don't know this guy very well,
but with a little effort on his part, I could be had tonight"...

We kept talking and he told me that he was very attracted to redheads.
(I should describe myself, I guess...I was 18, 5'7, 125lbs, 36-26-35,
red hair (carrot top)) After talking for awhile, he asked if I wanted to
leave...which we did. We made some excuses to the others and left for
his car which turned out to be a van. We got into the back of the van,
started kissing and he wasted no time in getting my blouse off of me.
By that time, I was very turned on and was kissing him passionately while
unbuttoning his shirt. I whispered "I don't normally let guys pick me
up in bars like this..." He said that he believed me but was glad the
two of us had gotten together. I slid his shirt off of him, revealing a
very muscular chest. I was kissing his chest while he unsnapped my bra.

He gently maneuvered me onto my back and unsnapped my jeans. At that
point, I was as horny as I could get, squirming to let him get my pants
off and saying "Bob, I want you, I want you so bad". He quickly took
my panties off and then started undoing his belt. I heard myself say
"Please let me do that". He agreed and came closer, kneeling next to me.
I propped myself up and started undoing his belt, undid his pants and
unzipped him, dropping his jeans down around his knees. I kissed his
stomach above his underwear band and said "Bob, let me blow you". I got
no argument as I pulled down his underwear and started to suck, stroking
his balls with one hand and rubbing his ass with the other. He positioned
himself on top of me, letting me suck while gently thrusting in and out
a little.

In high school, I had blown my other two boyfriends and didn't
mind doing it, but I found that this night I was really enjoying it.
I wanted it to last for a while so I sucked slowly while maneuvering my
tongue around. I laughed to myself thinking "If my friends in the bar
could see me now". I knew Bob was really enjoying having his redhead
suck him as he was looking down at me and smiling ear to ear, which
turned me on even more. He was reaching behind himself and fingering
me which was driving me wild. After about 5 minutes more of sucking,
I could sense he was about ready when he asked if I would do something
for him. I nodded with stopping from working on him. He said, "Let me
come in your mouth, Kathy". I looked up, wide-eyed, having done that
once before but only accidentally. He looked down, smiling and nodding
his head and said "Don't stop, I'm close, just squeeze my ass if it
is okay". I looked up at him again, closed my eyes, and felt my hand
squeeze his ass and pull him closer. It seemed like only a few seconds
when he exploded in my mouth.

A lot went immediately down my throat,and I swallowed the right a few seconds later. He rolled backwards offof me and laid on his back. He rested for a second, then quickly slid his head down between my legs. I willingly spread my legs and got treated to the most tantalizingly slow licking I had ever had. He was damn good and obviously loved oral.

He licked me slowly, literally driving me wild.He had me dripping wet and had me begging him to fuck me. I was so wild, I was offering to blow him all night if he would only fuck me.I knew what I was saying, but in my mind, couldn't believe I was begging a man to ball me. He kept licking, getting faster and faster, until I finally came in the most massive orgasm I had ever had. In the meantime,
he had evidently gotten hard again, recovering from my blowjob. As I was
still recovering from being eaten, I felt him lift my legs and put them
on his shoulders. He asked if I still wanted to be fucked, to which I
said "Yes, do it...fuck me". He did. He literally pounded me for about
fifteen minutes, causing me to come at least 3 times. He rolled me on
my stomach and kept pounding me from behind. After a few more minutes,
he finally came and we both collapsed, exhausted. We fell asleep for
about half an hour and then got dressed and he took me home. Before he
left, we traded phone numbers and he said that he would be coming down
in a few weeks and could we get together. I said yes, and we made a
date for that Friday night.

Well, something came up at the last minute, and Bob couldn't make it that
weekend, having to cancel at the last minute. I kidded with him on the
phone asking him if he had met another girl. (He had a girlfriend up
there already, but I didn't know that at the time). So, with nothing
better to do, a couple of us hit Flanagan's again. We met some folks
there that said there was a good party in the UD "ghetto" (off campus
private housing to you folks that don't know the area).

So, around 9 that night, we meandered over to a house where a party was in full swing.I talked, danced a little, drank some beers. I wandered around the house
and found a poker game going on with about ten people, girls and guys,in one room. Someone in this house was obviously a serious poker player
because they had a regular table and they were all playing for money.
I watched for a while until one guy quit and they asked me if I wanted in.
I've always loved poker and was pretty good having been taught by my
older brothers, but by the looks of the table, the stakes were pretty
high and I only had ten dollars on me. I said, no, too rich for me,
I only have ten dollars. They said the stakes weren't high, it just
looked like a lot of money because there were so many players. So,
I bought in with my ten dollars and promptly went on a winning streak,
at one point being up by about a hundred dollars. By that point, it was
about 1 am and the party downstairs had ended and the game dwindled down
to me and three guys who were determined not to let a girl beat them.
I knew I should have quit because I was getting tired, but part of
me wanted to wipe these guys out. My luck turned, though, and pretty
soon I was down to about two bucks. I lost that and announced I was
quitting and going home (my friends had left hours before, appalled at
my poker playing). One of the guys, Jim, looked at me and said "Hmm,
not a true gambler quitting like that". I said, "well, I'm broke, you
guys won". Jim asked me if I'd be willing to put up a piece of clothing
as collateral, if so, I could stay in the next hand. He said, anything
would do and I wouldn't have to give it up unless I lost. I was wearing
shoes, socks, jeans, panties, bra, blouse and a sweater over the blouse,
so I thought "I have enough clothes to win a hand or two without having
to show anything". I agreed and the shoes became collateral. I lost
those, and put up the socks as collateral the next time, also losing.
The third hand I used the sweater and won, and I was happily back in
the money. I won a few more hands but was soon broke again and decided
to try one more hand with the sweater. I lost, drawing nothing better
than a pair of fours.

At that point, I decided to quit, but the guys had one last proposition for me. Jim (obviously the bold one) looked at me and said "Are you willing to put it all on the line?" I said, "what?"

He said "will you put all your clothes on the line against the whole pot
of money?" The pot was big, about $250, so it was tempting. There was
a bit of an argument among the three of them, but they finally agreed.
Jim said, "it's been a long night, and we'd like to end it by having
you up on the table dancing and stripping for us". I said, "Yeah, I bet
you would like that". I thought about it, and finally said, "I'll bet
but on these terms: I'm outnumbered, so one hand isn't fair. We play
three hands. If I win one of them, I get the money. If I lose, we'll
close the drapes, I'll get up on the table and do the best strip-show
you've ever seen".

They quickly agreed and we started to play. I lost
the first hand and starting wondering if this had been a smart idea and
if the beer had gotten the better of me. We played the second hand, I
got 2 pair and felt confident but one guy had two pair also,king high.
Another lost hand. I was visibly nervous at this point, knowing it
was all coming down to one hand. The guys were being nice though,
although they couldn't help but smile. The last hand was being dealt
while I was thinking "geez, in a few minutes I might be naked in front
of three guys". I chuckled nervously inside thinking that at least they
were good looking guys.

I looked down at my hand and saw two eights
and a Jack and a five and a seven. I kept the eights and drew three.
The draw was three fours...I had a full house...I was going to win!
Two guys had nothing and Jim was grinning. He asked what I had and
I showed the full house, smiling. He looked and said "Yes!" and put
his hand down. I looked down at four tens and realized I had lost.

At that point, I didn't move. One guy put the top on the table while
the other shut the curtains and put some music on. Jim came up behind
me and whispered "It'll be all right, Kathy. Show us what you've got.
This will be our secret." He kissed me on the cheek and patted my ass and
sat down with the other two guys in front of the table. I was nervous,
but determined not to let it show. I thought "Well Kathy, you put your
ass on the line and now it's time to pay the bet".

I climbed up on the table thinking "All right, here goes...I'm going to do one damn good strip for these guys". I started dancing and swaying to the music and
after a minute or so started unbuttoning my blouse. As it fell open,
I swayed and jumped a bit letting them see my bra jiggle. I turned my
back toward them and let the blouse fall, turning around and continuing
to dance. I danced some more and then undid my jeans, sliding them down
around my hips and finally dropping them and kicking them off the table.
I danced around in my bra and panties, wishing I had worn my black or red
set..haha..if I only knew I would be stripping! The guys knew it was
payoff time and were fixed on me as I danced. I reached around, undid
the bra but held it up in front, letting the straps fall down my arms.
I suddenly realized that I was starting to enjoy this a little myself.
Something inside me said "DO IT! SHOW 'EM YOUR TITS! MAKE THEM CRAZY".

I did, I dropped the bra, danced, swayed and jumped, shaking my breasts
in front of them. I dropped down to my knees, got on all fours and
pulled my panties down in the back. I got back up, danced some more,
then went down on my back, lifted my legs, and pulled the panties off
and tossed them. I spread my legs, giving them a full view and then got
back up and danced. I faced away from them, bent over and gave them a
rear view and ran my finger across the lips. The embarrassment was gone
as I realized that I really was turned on... I went back on my back,
did one more leg spread for them and then stopped and laid on the table.

The guys applauded wildly... I thought "my first strip got rave reviews".
I looked up and noticed that Jim was standing right next to the table
looking down at me. He said "You were great, Kathy. You have one hell of
a body and you do know how to shake your ass". I looked up and managed
a smile, too tired to say anything. Jim had other plans though...he
quickly inserted two fingers in my pussy and said "Hmm, seems like you
enjoyed the strip too. Looks like Kathy likes being naked in front of
us". He started pushing his fingers in and out and I protested saying
"I didn't agree to this". He said, "I know, but it doesn't seem like
you mind too much. I think you're turned on by being naked in front of
three horny guys".

He kept fingering me and I was getting wetter but I
didn't stop him. After a minute, I suddenly realized that I WAS turned
on and I was bucking against his hand which he had stopped moving.
Our eyes met, and I knew I had been caught. I said, "I'm turned on,
very turned on". He laughed and said, "I think we all are" and pulled
me up and kissed me while finger fucking me.

We stopped kissing and Isaid "Am I going to be gang-banged?" He said, "Is that what you want?"I said, "yes". Jim said, "then just ask, all you've gotta do is ask".I managed to squeak out "I want to take you all on". I had pretty much
lost control to my desires at that point and said I wanted to blow Jim
in front of his friends. He didn't put up any argument. I knelt down,
feeling incredibly horny that I was going to blow a guy in front of
two others and sucked Jim off while the other guys watched wide-eyed.

After I finished, I was picked up by the guys and carried to a bedroom
where they took turns eating me and fucking me and letting me suck them.
Ron, a stocky blond who had been the quietest, turned out to be the
stud of the bunch--he balled me three times that night--once from behind
while I was down on all fours blowing Jim for the second time. By 8 am,
I had spent most of the night with my legs in the air and was worn out
but happy. We did the three on one thing several more times that year
until they all graduated in May. I never heard that the story got out,
probably because they had steady girlfriends and Jim was getting married
in June. I didn't do any more group sex during my remaining three
years in college, mainly because the opportunity never seemed to arise.
Although I had become a seasoned pro at it over the year, I wasn't quite
ready to initiate it.

I lost track of those guys after the end of my freshman year, but toward
the end of my junior year, I got a call from Jim, who wanted to get
together for lunch. I was a bit leery about that because of our past
together and the fact that I knew he was now married. He seemed to
sense my uneasiness about meeting and said that it wasn't a "date" but
really a business meeting as he wanted to talk to me about my working
at the company he was with. I agreed to meet him the next day at a
local restaurant.

When I got to the restaurant, he was there waiting at the front door.
"He really does look good", I thought. He was tanned and obviously
working out regularly. He hugged me a gave me a peck on the cheek and
said I was looking great. I pushed aside the feelings that brought
back, reminding myself that was a long time ago. We were seated and
ordered lunch and talked some about old times, friends, his wife, etc.
He ordered me a "Long Island Iced Tea", a drink which I had never had.
I drank that down quickly because it didn't taste strong and ordered
another. About halfway through that, I realized I was a little buzzed.
Jim started talking about his work, saying that he was in sales and was
currently bidding on a large contract with an out of state company and
the deal was between his company and one other. He said he had invited
the guy who was going to make the final decision to see the offices and
facilities. I said, "Oh, sounds interesting, but where do I fit in to
all this?" He said that he'd be meeting with the guy all day but would
like for someone to take him to dinner and show him the town that evening.
He said that he would rather someone pretty take him out rather than
doing it himself.

I said, "Oh this is some kind of blind date? You know,
I've got a steady boyfriend now and don't date...especially blind dates".
"Well", he said, "I rather it not look like a date, anyway. I'd like you
to pose as my secretary. I want to set up dinner and then back out at
the last minute and pretend to ask you to sub for me." I thought about
it and said, "I don't know, not really my style". He said "this is a
great deal for you. All you need to do is come to the office in the
afternoon and act like you are working while he is around and then meet
him for dinner and dancing. Buy a nice dinner dress and the company
will pay for it. The whole evening is on the company tab and you get
paid $500.00." Finally, it hit me..."Jim", I said, "You want me to ball
him, don't you?" I was incredulous.

I had done a lot of crazy stuff but had never gotten paid for it.
He looked a little embarrassed, but said "I need to pull out all the
stops on this deal, Kathy. This might just be the edge. I need someone
that I can count on". He moved closer and put his hand on my knee and
looked at me and said "I know I shouldn't be saying this, but you're
damn good in bed. If anyone deserves to get paid for it, it's you."
I actually blushed at that, not sure though if I was being complimented.
The waitress came back and he ordered me another drink before I could say
no. After a minute or so, I gulped the drink and finally said "Jim, you
of all people know I love sex but, geez, this is like turning a trick."
He grinned and said, "Exciting thought, though, isn't it". He said "don't
answer yet, just think about it." We talked some more and the waitress
brought the check. I was starting to notice that Jim was doing a lot
of looking at my chest and thought "I wonder if he is going to try to
make me". He paid the check and said "Let's drive around and talk a bit."
I said okay and we went off in his car. He said that he thought about me
a lot and missed the days of our group sessions, saying it was the best
sex he had ever had. We had driven out by the Dayton Mall and he pulled
into the lot and parked. He looked at me and said that he wasn't planning
on coming on to me but that seeing me again had turned him on. He took
my hand and put it on his pants and I could tell he wasn't kidding.
I shouldn't have, but I gave him a little squeeze through his pants.
He put his arm around me and pulled me closer and starting kissing me.
I responded, not being sure if I was excited because of the drinks,
Jim, or the fact that someone's husband wanted me. He unbuttoned a
button on my blouse and slid a hand inside and into my bra. He said,
"it's been a long time since I felt them". He then slid his hand up my
leg and started pressing my pussy against my pantyhose. We kissed and
I suggested a motel. We went to a motel and quickly got into bed and
went at it like old times. When it was over, we laid there and cuddled.
I kissed him and said "Jim, I'll do it. I'll be the company whore."
He said "are you sure? I didn't mean to pressure you." I grinned and
said, "Jim, I want the job. I'm applying for it. Hire me." He laughed
and said "the job is yours."

Well, I went through with it. The guy was about thirty, pretty average,
not bad in bed, although I wore him out. And getting paid for it was a
turn on, I must admit, although I never did that again and don't recommend
it these days. Jim got the contract and eventually moved out of town.
I still get Christmas cards.

Well, that's my confession. These days, I'm a 34 year old housewife.
I might pass you in Kroger. But I won't tell this story there.

The Phone Call

The phone rings in the dark.

Startled, Cindy opens her eyes and checks the glowing numbers on the alarm clock next to her bed.

02:14. It's late at night. Who would possibly call her at this hour on a Tuesday night? Everyone knows she'll be in bed by now.

The phone rings again.

Cindy sits up. She is naked. She never wears a nightdress in the summer months.

Who could it be? She's worried that there might be something terribly wrong. On the other hand, if it is an emergency, she absolutely should pick up the phone.

And after the third ring, she does.

"Hello?" she asks.

A deep voice – a voice she does not recognize – answers.

"Cindy?" Is this you?"

"Y-yes," Cindy says. "Who is this?"

There is no answer.

"What's happened?" she asks nervously. "Is there something wrong?"

"Oh no," the deep voice replies. "Everything is fine, Cindy. Just fine."

"So..." she asks. "What do you want?"

"I want you to do something for me," the voice says. "Are you in bed?"

"Y-yes," Cindy says.

"Are you naked?" the voice asks.

Cindy hesitates.

"Yes," she says. "But why...?"

"I want you to touch yourself," the voice says calmly.

Cindy gasps quietly. Who is this?

"Where?" she asks.

"You know where," the voice says. "I want you to touch your pussy."

"N-no," Cindy says. "I... I can't..."

"It's okay," the voice says. "You're safe in bed. I can't hurt you over the phone, can I?"

"N-no..." Cindy says.

"All I want is to listen to you, as you touch yourself," the voice says calmly. "Will you do that for me?"

He's right, Cindy thinks. He couldn't possibly hurt her. And it's late at night – and she's naked – and the unknown voice has planted a thought inside her head. A thought that turns her on - just a little bit.

Cindy lies back on the bed, holding the wireless phone to her ear with one hand. The other slowly slides towards her pussy. As she touches her labia, she sighs under her breath.

"Are you doing it now?" the voice asks. "Are you touching yourself?"

"Yes," Cindy whispers.

"Do it like you do when you masturbate," the voice says.

And Cindy begins stroking herself, slowly massaging the base of her clit. She moans deeply at her own touch. She is very skilled at masturbating. In fact, she can bring herself off in a few minutes - if she wants to.

"Tell me what you're doing," the voice says.

"I'm touching myself," Cindy gasps. "Near the clit. I'm masturbating..."

"Is it good?" the voice asks.

"Oh yes," Cindy says. "I love it. Aaah..."

"Yes," the voice says, "let me hear you moan. Louder."

Cindy masturbates, slowly, sensuously. She's writhing on the bed now, pleasure rippling through her naked body. She hears the man on the phone breathing. Is he masturbating, too? She wants him to keep talking. His voice is turning her on.

"Are you wet?" he asks.

"Yes," she gasps. "My pussy's getting wet. Do you like to hear that? Want me to tell you about my pussy?"

"Yes," the voice says. "I want you to tell me how you do it."

"Ahhh," Cindy moans, masturbating vigorously. "Are you hard? Are you masturbating?"

"Of course," the voice says calmly. "I have my cock in my hand. It is very hard. I'm stroking it as we speak."

"Mmm!" Cindy cries.

Her pussy is very wet now. She feels the moisture all over her fingers as she keeps massaging her tender slit.

"Now," the voice says. "Put your finger inside your cunt."

Excited, Cindy obeys. Slowly, she slides her middle finger in between her moist labia. The walls of her pussy feels slick around it. She pushes deeper, burying her finger inside her soft crevice.

"Aaah," she moans loudly into the phone. "Yesss..."

"Is it in?" the voice asks.

"Oh yes!" Cindy gasps.

"Now fuck yourself," the voice commands.

Cindy sits up in bed again, throwing the sheets away. She wants to see this.

And in the pale moonlight, Cindy looks down at her pussy, sees her own finger slipping out slowly, wet and glistening. Eagerly, she slides it in again, then out, then in, over and over. She clenches her pussy muscles around it, making the sensations even more intense: Her finger feels the wetness of her pussy, her pussy feels the finger moving back and forth, stimulating her tender flesh.

"Yes," she whispers into the phone. "I'm fucking myself. With my finger. In and out."

"Keep going," the voice says. "Faster."

Cindy obeys, sliding her finger in and out of her sensitive cunt, increasing the rhythm.

"Oh... oh... oh..." she moans in time. "Are you... masturbating, too?"

"Yes," the voice says. "I have my cock in my hand. It's big and hard. And I'm stroking it now."

For one second, it is as if Cindy feels the stranger's cock inside her pussy. She almost feels it stretching her flesh, pumping into her, thick and erect.

"Aaah!" she cries. "Ohmigod!"

"Now," the voice says, still completely calm, "take your finger from your cunt and taste it!"

Slowly, Cindy slips her wet finger out of her pussy and puts it to her lips. She licks it, hesitantly.

"Taste good?" the voice asks.

"Mmm," Cindy says. "Spicy. Sweet and spicy."

"Lick all the juice off," the voice says.

Cindy puts the finger in her mouth, sucking off her own love juice. It's a strange sensation, tasting female juices – almost like having sex with another woman.

"Mmm," she purrs.

"Again," the voice commands. "Stick your finger inside, then lick it off."

Cindy dips two fingers into her succulent slit, then sucks them off. She does it again and again, savouring the taste of her own excited flesh.

"Mmm," she says, slurping loudly, making sure the stranger can hear. "Mmm..."

"Yes," the voice says. "Nothing like the taste of pussy. Now - I want you to masturbate again."

"O-okay," Cindy whispers, out of breath.

She looks down at her pussy and begins stroking herself again. Her labia open slightly, wet and pink, as she rubs the base of her clitoris.

"Ah yeah," she gasps. "Ohhh..."

"Keep going," the voice says. "I want you to come for me."

"Ohhh," Cindy gasps, masturbating vigorously. "Are you coming, too? Ah! Please! Stroke that big cock and come with me. Ahhh..."

Cindy is doubled over, her legs spread wide, as she massages herself rhythmically, harder and harder, driving herself towards an orgasm.

"I'm ready when you are, Cindy," the voice says.

Gasping loudly, Cindy increases her pace. Now there is no turning back.

"Now!" she cries. "I'm coming now!"

Whimpering helplessly, Cindy feels the climax coursing through her body.

"Yes," the man says coolly. "I'm coming, too."

Cindy shakes all over as she orgasm hits her, all her senses taken over by the violent sensation of pleasure. In her excited state, she imagines the stranger's cock ejaculating, spurting long jets of semen into her. Squirming on the bed, she cries out again and again, cries of pure lust and satisfaction.

Finally, Cindy falls back on the bed, still clenching the phone in her hand. She thinks she heard the man breathing slightly harder. But apart from that, there is no way of knowing if he has really come.

"Ohhh..." she moans.

"That was good, wasn't it?" the deep voice says into her ear. "You came hard, Cindy. And so did I."

"Did you?" she gasps. "Oh, God..."

Again, she just hears him breathing.

"Thank you," she says.

The voice laughs. A deep, friendly laugh.

"Oh no," it says. "We're not finished yet."

Cindy swallows.

"What...?" she asks.

"Get up," the voice says.

Cindy fumbles for the switch on the lamp next to the bed. She switches it on, illuminating the bedroom in soft, yellowish light. Still trembling, she gets out of bed.

"Go to the door," the voice says. "And open it."

"But..." Cindy protests. "I'm naked."

"Just do it," the voice insists.

And naked, Cindy walks through the bedroom into the hall. She stands in front of the door, the phone pressed to her ear. She's shaking, hesitating, not knowing what to expect.

"Open the door," the voice says calmly.

And she does.

Light flows into the apartment, as the door swings open. Outside is a dark figure holding a cell phone. And Cindy realizes that the man has been outside her door all the time. He's dressed in black and wears a ski mask, concealing his face. As Cindy hesitates, he pushes her into the apartment and closes the door behind him. He drags her into the kitchen, pressing her up against the wall, his breath hot and excited from inside the ski mask.

"Wait..." she gasps.

The man gently places his hand around her neck, pinning her to the kitchen wall. Swiftly, he pulls a black latex dildo from his pocket and guides it towards her pussy. Looking down at his hands, she sees the dark brown color of his skin. Somehow she never expected the stranger to be black.

"Spread your legs," he says.

Whimpering, Cindy stands with her legs spread wide, and the tip of the plastic tool enters her cunt. It's big, and she feels her labia stretching, as the smooth surface slips into her wet flesh.

"Oooh..." she moans.

She hears the man breathing heavily, excited, as he rhythmically moves the dildo back and forth, in and out of her slick pussy. Her head is spinning. The whole situation is like a kinky fantasy: Standing there naked in the dark, as the strange black man fucks her vigorously with the dildo. And soon she can't help herself any longer.

"Ohmigod" she cries, losing control.

And pinned to her kitchen wall, Cindy comes again. Comes even harder than before.

"Aaah!" she screams. "Aaah!"

Grunting with satisfaction, the man steadies her. Otherwise, she would have collapsed on the floor, trembling in her powerful climax. Cindy feels her juices trickling down the insides of her thigh, as the man pulls the dildo back out.

Next, he brutally forces her down, making her lie on her back on the kitchen floor. Kneeling between her legs, he fumbles feverishly with his belt and zipper. Eventually, he pulls out his erect cock. Cindy stares at it. It's chocolate brown and even bigger than the dildo. The veins stand out, swelling under the dark skin of the shaft, as the man masturbates before her eyes.

"N-no..." she whispers.

But it's no use. Too excited to wait now, the man swiftly positions himself between her legs. She feels the head of his rigid cock pressing against the mouth of her pussy. Cindy screams, as he penetrates the depths of her juicy cunt. And immediately, he begins thrusting into her, a hard, relentless rhythm.

She whimpers quietly, as he fucks her with savage determination. The hard cock slips in and out of her slippery pussy, in and out, making wet noises. Cindy feels his breath through the woollen mask, panting hot against her neck.

He grabs her wrists hard, holding her down as he thrusts into her again and again. The floor is hard and uncomfortable, but Cindy hardly notices that. Her body feels only the lustful stimulation, as the stranger's giant cock fucks her with amazing force. He keeps pumping, deep and hard, taking her to new levels of unbearable pleasure.

"Oh God," she hears herself saying. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

I can't believe I'm saying this, she thinks. Usually, she's a nice, quiet girl. But here, on the floor of her own kitchen, the man has freed something inside her. Cindy's mind is taken over by animal lust. She's in heat now – completely fixated on the swollen cock fucking her, driving her to yet another climax.

Whimpering with pleasure, she touches her cunt. As she man thrusts into her, she begins masturbating, massaging the flesh around her hardened clit. Already in ecstasy, somehow she wants more, wants to know just how much pleasure a girl can experience. She feels as if she's about to faint – but she keeps going.

"Yeahhh!" she cries. "Give it to me! Harder! Yes!"

The man is grunting loudly, his cock flying in and out of Cindy's pussy in a frenzied rhythm. He's sweating and gasping for breath. He's trying not to come, wants to keep fucking her, every muscle in his body so tense he's almost shaking.

Masturbating, Cindy squirms on the kitchen floor. She throws her head back, as the pumping cock inside her drives her towards another climax.

"Aaah!" she screams. "Aaah!"

"Yes!" the man shouts. "Come for me!"

Sobbing loudly, Cindy keeps rubbing her clit impatiently. The man increases his tempo, driving his cock into her, ready to come.

"You too!" Cindy gasps. "Squirt all over me! Aaah!"

She comes again. She thrashes about on the floor, as the man keeps fucking her in deep, powerful thrusts.

"Unh!" he grunts in time with his strokes. "Unh! Unh! Yes! Here I come, baby! Take it all!"

Cindy is still stroking her clit, as he pulls out. Kneeling between her legs, he grabs his long, dark cock and holds it, as it immediately begins to ejaculate.

"Aaaah!" he yells.

The first squirt of semen shoots several feet across Cindy's naked body, hitting her on the cheek. The jerking cock keeps pumping, the next jet spattering her left breast. Then another - and another - and another. White-hot spurts of creamy spunk sprays from his twitching cock. He masturbates, grunting, squeezing every last drop from his swollen tool.

"Yeah..." he says, satisfied, as one last, thick drop spills onto Cindy's thigh.

Cindy lies completely still, as he gets up. In a daze, she senses her fingers are wet from her own juices. She puts them to her mouth, tasting her own sex again. Then she wipes a glob of semen from her breast, tasting that, too. Soon, she has wiped and licked off all of the man's sperm.

The man zips up, getting ready to leave.

"Thank you," she says again.

The man opens the door.

"I'll call you," he says, his calm voice trembling slightly from his orgasm.

"Tomorrow night?" Cindy asks.

"Sure," he says, closing the door behind him.

And for some reason, Cindy knows he will call again. She just knows.

Sighing, she relaxes on the kitchen floor.

Love April



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On My Way To School

Today was the best day of my life.

I was on the way to a house I am thinking of sharing while away at college.

I was on the highway when I saw these to two hot looking girls hitch hiking.Now don't get the wrong idead, i checked their driver's license's and they were both 18 but was not out of high school yet. I asked why they were'nt in school and they said they were bored and wanted to find some fun.

That was my cue to pitch an idea for fun and let them make some money two. How would you two like to get paid for some fun and make me a happy old man. What do we have to do they asked, exactly what I tell you to do i replied. The more you obey the more money you make.

They talked quietly to each other and then answered ok if you promise not to hurt us. I won't hurt you unless your both virgins. No we are not the answer I got in return.I pulled the van into the garage of the house I was working on knowin I was to be alone that day and grabbed a sleeping bag from the van and escorted the ladies inside. They told me their names was Jordan and Jennifer as I set up a video camera.

Ok girls I told them as I spread the sleeping bag open on the floor. I want you two to start out making love to each other.

Huh!! was the answer I got, Kneel on the bag and start kissing each other slowly the get more hotter. The got on their knees and and slowly started kissing each other. Now that ain't so bad is it, no its not was the answe I got as their kissing got hotter and hotter.Now grope each other asses and tits which they did.

Now slowly undress each other. Iwas with an eager hardon as the two girls slowly took each others clothes off until they was naked. Suck each others titties I told them and they did. Now Jordan you lay on your back and Jennifer you kneel over her with your pussy over her face.

They did as they were told and then i told to lick each other pussy. We are not lesbian they told me, I told them you don't have to be lesbians to eat pussy. Just try it or we can finish right now and you can leave with a $50.00 instead of a couple of hundred. The girls look at each other and slowly lowered their heads into each others pussies.I saw two little pink tongues come and lick their first pussy and then some more. So the girls were eating each others pussies and loving it. I watched as they orgasmed together and did'nt stop licking pussy.

Now Jennifer I'm going to play the part of your step father and I come home and find you two playing with each other. Just go with the flow as you hear me say Jennifer!! loudly. Ok she said.Jennifer!! what are you doing with Jordan. You nasty girls, wait til your mother comes home and I tell her what you girls were doing. Please don't daddy she answered. Good I whispered and gave her a wink. Why should'nt I tell her I answered and Jordan said beacause of this and both girls knock me unto the couch and climbed into my lap. Please Jennifer, what would your mother say if she caught us. Mom won't be home til late so she'll never have to know

They opened my pants and pulled my cock out and began licking and sucking on it. Two hot little tongues on my cock got me hard real fast. I positioned them so I could finger each of their pussies while they sucked on my hard cock. After a bit I pick Jennifer and Jordan up and we went over to the sleeping bag. I laid on the floor and sat Jennifer on my hard cock and watched side her pussy down my cock. I had Jordan sit on my face facing Jennifer so they could continuing kissing and fondling each other.Jennifer soon came and traded places with Jordan. Of course I had a rubber on so we continued fucking and sucking for a while longer when I knew I was going to shoot my load I had the girls put their faces down at my cock and filled their mouths and faces and tits with cum.

The girls and I laid there a bit then I turned the camera off. We sat and talked while still naked then the girls attacked my cock again and round two started. When we finall finished I gave them a ride to the mall and gave each of them $400.00 dollars and got their phone numbers. We are palnning to make another movie soon

Pocket Pussy - A Sex Toy Review

You see the box, it's got a picture of a beautiful woman in lingerie (Heather Vandeven), and a clear plastic window exposing a doggy style pussy and ass, right there in your face to look at. Right away that's refreshing, as a lot of vagina sex toys just show you a photo of the model it's molded from, and a picture of the device itself. The Heather Vandeven Doggy Style Pet Pussy and Ass (a mouthful) puts it all right out in the open for you to see before you buy it.

It's readily apparent that this is a fairly substantial and realistically detailed vagina, with life-like details and coloration of the cyberskin material.

Penthouse markets this as one of their Penthouse Pet Collection ® sex toys, and sure enough Ms. Vandeven was Pet of the Month in 2006, and Pet of the Year 2007.

Heather Vandeven Pussy and Ass Sex Toy

Like a lot of realistic vagina sex toys made from porn stars, this model is made using Cyberskin, and it's the first one we've seen that uses a new texture Penthouse is calling 'Virtual Touch'. This yields the familiar flesh-like feeling of warm human skin, and gives a pretty convincing appearance too.

Both the vagina and anus can be penetrated comfortably with this realistic pussy toy, and they even included a molded area in the back-side of the backside (haha!) where you can grab on easier, a considerate detail that more of these vagina sex toys could use.

The pleasure component is provided by a fairly standard multi-speed vibrator that takes 2 AA batteries. It's well positioned inside to transmit vibration where it counts.

Another nice feature is the subtle ribbed interior of the vagina and anus, so the Heather Vandeven sex toy can be enjoyed nicely without need for the vibration feature at all.

The Heather Vandeven pussy isn't so large that it's one of the biggest we've seen, but it's definitely not a pocket pussy either.

A Great Massage

So tell me, how did you get my name?” asked Sergio while he was in the process of setting up his massage table.

“I got it from Donna Atkins, she says you come very highly recommended.”“Well, I’ll thank Donna next time I see her,” Sergio replied smoothly, as he finished up snapping the last table leg into place.“Now tell me, what kind of trouble are you experiencing?”

“Uh, it’s my back, mostly,” Sami Winthrop replied. “I have a lot of stiffness in the morning when I try to bend over.” “Mmmm, I see,” he replied thoughtfully. “I’m pretty sure we can help you with that. If you would please disrobe and climb up on the table we can get started.” Samantha knew that she would be removing her clothing, but when it finally came down to it, she couldn’t help but be a little bit embarrassed by it all. She shyly turned her back to Sergio and slipped out of her dress, panties and bra.After she was safely on the table, Sergio covered her from the waist down and gently began manipulating the muscles in her shoulders.

“You're very tense here,” the young man said softly while kneading her deltoids. “I should think that with a couple of sessions a week we should be able to get you up back to snuff.” The strong soothing hands felt wonderful on her body and, when Sergio squirted warm oil into the small of her back, she sighed happily. He worked in silence for the next ten minutes, the room quiet except for the soothing jazz coming out of his portable CD player. His hands worked on the area just above her waistline and he asked softly, “Is this where you're stiff?” She murmured her assent. As his fingers pressed firmly into her lower spine, she flinched a little as a small stab of pain shot through her lower back, but almost immediately the pain was replaced by a nice soothing warm sensation that seemed to radiate all around the painful area.

“Oh my,” she sighed, “that feels so nice! My back hasn't felt this good in years.” He kept the pressure on, working his way around in little circles, until she felt him slide the sheet down below her bottom as he began to work lower. Sami Winthrop was very attractive, but even so, when Sergio exposed her bottom, she was more than just a little nervous. She tensed up as his hands began to work their way around her ass, but after a few minutes she began to relax and enjoy the sensation of having a very hot guy feeling up her tush. “Madame has a very nice body,” he offered while continuing the massage. “Very nicely proportioned.” She felt a shiver run through her as his hands worked their way into the crack of her ass, and when he gently forced her legs apart, she offered no resistance as they moved down into her crotch and began working on the inside of her thighs.

“Donna was right,” Sami sighed to herself. This young man did indeed have magic fingers. As he worked up and down her thighs, she moaned softly as the back of his hand continually bumped up against her now very aroused pussy. His hands would work all the way down to her calves, and then slowly move all the way up to the top of her thighs where - without fail - he would rub all over the outside of her crack. “How does if feel?” he asked softly. “Is Madame satisfied with the treatment?” “Oh, yes,” she gushed, “very happy, it feels just great.”

As his hand again bumped up against her pussy, he asked softly, “Would Madame care for a more, shall we say, intimate massage?” Her pussy was now dripping like a leaky faucet, and even though she knew she should just say no, she heard herself say, “Whatever you think is best, Sergio, I'm completely in your capable hands.” Now the pretense of an inner thigh massage had been thrown to the four winds, his experienced fingers began gently probing her sex. Almost involuntarily she let out a long low moan and whispered, “T-that feels absolutely wonderful, oh please don't stop.” Very quietly he said, “Why would I stop, if it brings you pleasure?

I will be more than happy to continue.” A shot of warm oil directly into her crack brought another moan, and as his fingers became more insistent, she spread her thighs even farther apart, lifting her hips and giving the young masseuse even better access to her now drooling cunt. The tension in her pussy was now becoming almost unbearable, but - much to her consternation -Sergio suddenly stopped his probing. “I have a very special appliance for situations like these, is it okay if I use it?” Now almost delirious with pleasure, Samantha babbled, “Anything you want, just please hurry up, I'm about to lose my mind.” Her reaction made him chuckle softly. He quickly opened up his bag and removed a large silicone vibrator.

He carefully maneuvered it to her gaping slit and said softly as he turned on the vibe, “If Madame is ready, I will continue.” “Jesus,” she moaned. “What ever you're going to do just do it, I'm fucking going crazy here.” Taking his left hand, Sergio opened the folds of Sami's outer lips, and just like that, slowly sank the huge sex toy deep inside of the middle aged woman's cunt until all eight inches were buried to the hilt.

It was lucky they were on a fairly isolated lot, because the second the big dick entered her, Sami gave out a long loud scream that threatened to shake the pictures right off the walls. “Is it uncomfortable for Madame?”he asked softly. “Would you like me to remove it?” “God no,” she gasped, “It's incredible! Ohhhhh god it's huge, it's filling me up! Slowly at first Sergio began moving the thick cudgel in and out of her red hot pussy, and seeing that he was in need of more intense manipulation, he began increasing the frequency of his thrusts. At the same time his other hand remained busy, rubbing her ass and her clit. “Give it to me harder,” she whispered.

“Oh christ, I'm gonna cum all over the fucking place.” He rapidly pumped the sex toy, his fingers working wildly on her clit. An express train-like orgasm rocketed through her pussy, leaving her a shaking mass of quivering fuck flesh. As the effects of her orgasm began to wane, a low gurgling sound escaped her lips while Sergio gently massaged her soft bottom. “Was that as good as was expected?” he asked. “Oh, yes,” she said with a sigh. “Donna said you had a way with women… and that would be an understatement!” It took a good ten minutes before Sami was able to climb off of the table and collapse on the sofa next to the portable massage table. “So,” Sergio asked while putting away his equipment, “how does your back feel now?”

“My back?”

“You know,” he shot back with a sly smile. “Remember your lower back pain, the reason you had me come over?” It finally dawned on her and, with a embarrassed smile. she replied, “Oh, yes, my back, it feels once hundred percent better, thank you for the ‘treatment'.” “How many more ‘treatments' do you think you'll need?” he asked playfully. “I'm not sure,” she replied while cupping her breasts absentmindedly, “what do you suggest?” “I don't know,” he replied doubtfully. “I think we better schedule you for at least two appointments a week for the next six months, is that all right with you.”

With a cheeky smile she replied, “Better make it a year, you know how tricky backs can be!”

My First Time

I'd been held back a year in school when my father died, so when I started senior year I was already 18. Some of my old best friends were going off to college and I felt a little depressed about having to go to high school for another year. I was determined to get into a good college though, and hopefully get a scholarship to cover some of the costs of my further education since my mother didn't earn a big income and most of my dad's life insurance payouts for me ended when I turned 18.

During the first week I asked my Math, English, Spanish and Biology teachers for work that would earn me extra credits and that would look good on my college application and they were happy to comply seeing as how I was a straight A student that they never had any trouble with. Mr Barnes was my biology teacher and he said that he would help me run some lab experiments, but it would mean early mornings and late afternoons in the lab. I didn't mind. I wanted to study biology at college so it was just the thing I needed for my application. I also knew that Mr Barnes's alma mater was very prestigious and if he could write me a recommendation I stood a very good chance of getting in.

By mid-October I was getting used to the early mornings in the lab. Mr Barnes was usually there to help me as my research was part of a bigger project that he was doing for the college in our town. We'd developed a camaraderie and I felt more at ease with him than I did with any other teacher. In fact, I felt more at ease with him than I did with most of my fellow students. One day as the halls emptied at the end of the school day, I walked into Mr Barnes's lab and I could see how excited he was. He waved me over to look in the microscope and I couldn't believe my eyes. Our experiment was working beyond our wildest expectations. I looked back at Mr Barnes.

"Did you see it, Millie?" he asked excitedly.

"I saw it, Mr Barnes," I replied. "I saw it, but I can hardly believe my eyes!"

"Me neither, this is fantastic. And the best part is, if this develops the way I hope, you're going to be able to skip first year biology at college and go straight into second year. What you will learn here will be far more valuable to you than anything anyone will do during their first year of college."

"Oh, thank you, Mr Barnes!" I threw myself around his neck and hugged him. I'd already confessed to him how I felt left out when everybody I started school with so many years ago had gone off to college. "This is the best feeling I've had for a long time."

"I know," Mr Barnes replied, his hands resting on my waist. "It's better than sex."

I blushed. "I wouldn't know."

"A beautiful girl like you?" He looked genuinely surprised. "I would have thought that you'd have a boyfriend."

I sighed. "All the boys here at school are so immature. You know as well as I do that the majority of the students here aren't very interested in academics. Those of us who are wanting to study and go to college to learn, and not just party, are seen as freaks."

"That's true," he looked pensive. "So why don't you have an older boyfriend? Someone who shares your interests?"

"I don't know," I shrugged. "I guess I'm so busy studying that I don't socialise much, and on the weekend I have to work all day. I must sound awfully boring to you."

He laughed softly. "You don't sound boring at all. You sound exactly like me at that age. Where were you when I was looking for a girlfriend who wasn't an airhead cheerleader?"

I giggled. "Probably in my sandbox!"

He laughed and pulled away to pick some books off his shelves. "You're probably right. I'm 32 and you're 18. I'm your teacher. I shouldn't see certain things in you."

"See what?" I was confused.

"I shouldn't see how tight your shirts are across your chest. I shouldn't see how your breasts bounce while you're walking. I shouldn't see how small your waist is or how perfectly rounded your ass is. I shouldn't see your perfectly shaped thighs. And most of all I shouldn't see how your hair looks like golden honey and wonder if there's more of that colour elsewhere on your body."

I was flabbergasted. I'd never been spoken to like that, least of all by a man who could probably have any woman he wanted.

"I'm sorry, Millie," he smiled at me. "I shouldn't have said that. Let's get on with our work."

The rest of that afternoon we worked as normal, but all of a sudden I was aware of him brushing up against me and the jolts when our fingers met as he handed me something. When I was getting ready for bed that night I looked at myself in the mirror. My golden blonde hair reached far down my back. I wore contact lenses so as not to cover my blue eyes. I had high cheekbones and full lips. I was only 5'5" tall, and quite curvy. I was already wearing d-cup bras and my hips were very rounded. My grandma called them childbearing hips. My tits were still very firm for that size and each was crowned by a bright pink nipple. My stomach was flat and I kept my blonde bush neatly trimmed. I blushed as I looked at my bush and remembered Mr Barnes's words about whether I had more golden hair. I felt a sudden urge to show him.

All of a sudden I stopped thinking of Mr Barnes as my teacher, and started thinking about him as a man. He wasn't the tallest man I'd ever seen, but at 6' he was quite a bit taller than me. He had broad shoulders and a solid build. His hair was short and a bit wild, the type of hair that always looks like it needs to be cut again. He usually had a bit of a stubble going and when he wore v-neck t-shirts you could tell that he had a hairy chest. If someone had asked me what my ideal man looked like, Mr Barnes was pretty close to perfect. I wondered whether he had a girlfriend. I was sure that he'd never be interested in an inexperienced little girl like me, but as I was drifting off to sleep that night I fantasised about his hands on my body again, only this time with me not wearing any clothes.

The next morning I dressed with care. I wore my tightest shirt and a skirt that was almost glued to my ass. I stopped at my locker to drop off my things before heading to the biology lab so that I wouldn't be pressing any books against my chest and stopping my tits from bouncing.

"Good morning, Mr Barnes," I greeted him as I entered the lab.

He turned around and let his eyes take me in from top to bottom. "Good morning, beautiful. You look like you're in a good mood."

"I am! What shall we do today?"

"Ah, today we have to take the readings from all these samples, move them over there, and then document the data."

The lab was rather cramped and we worked quietly. We soon got a rhythm going where Mr Barnes would hand things over to me and I would be in charge of relocating them. Ever so often his arms would brush against my tits. He didn't seem to notice, but for me it was agony. Each time I felt his arm against my tits I could feel my nipples growing harder and my pussy getting wetter. I was starting to realise that I wanted Mr Barnes in a very sexual way.

A few days later Mr Barnes started talking about boyfriends again.

"I've noticed that the captain of the football team has been paying attention to you, Millie. Don't sell yourself short by going out with him, you deserve much better. A real man."

Yet another couple of days later he remarked on a guest speaker that we had had in class.

"Mr Jeminski really liked you, Millie. I could see it in his eyes."

Then the next day I was wearing a particularly tight t-shirt.

"You look really sexy in that shirt, Millie. I think it's so hot that your nipples are showing like that."

Another couple of days went by.

"It's hard for a guy to concentrate when your cleavage is on show like that."

The next day it was my trousers.

"They're so tight on your ass that it looks like you're not wearing any underwear, I guess you've got a thong."

Each of his comments gave me a funny feeling in my stomach. I wondered if he could see what effect they were having on me. Each night I fantasised about him. I played with my pussy while imagining his face, his lips on my tits, his fingers in my pussy. I wondered if he could tell. I didn't dare mention it to him. I was sure that his comments were a way of being nice to me, to increase my confidence, which they did. It was just that the primary effect of his comments was that I had a permanently wet pussy when he was around.

One day Mr Barnes wasn't in the lab at the end of the school day and I collated some data on my own, according to his instructions. That night at dinner my mother wanted to have a chat.

"Your teacher Mr Barnes came in to the shop this afternoon," she said.

"Oh?" I was feeling flustered. Had I done something wrong? Had he noticed my attraction and then asked my mother to let me down easily. Oh, the humiliation!

"He wanted to ask my opinion on something. You see, he's been invited to guest speak at a convention and he wants to bring his brightest student. But before he invites you, he wanted to check with me, because I would have to pay part of your airfare and hotel accommodation."

"Really?" I was speechless. Me? Going away with Mr Barnes? It was too good to be true. Oh wait. He was going to see his peers and I was the silly little student coming along for the ride.

"I agree with him that it's a wonderful opportunity for you so I told him that I would find a way of getting the money if you wanted to go."

"Are you sure?" I asked her.

"How much do you want to go?"

"More than anything."

"Then you'll go, sweetheart."

The next day Mr Barnes greeted me with a smile.

"Have you talked with your mother?"

"Yes, I have," I smiled back.

"And?"

"I'd love to go, Mr Barnes."

"That's fantastic news, Millie. We'll leave next Wednesday after school and we're returning on the Sunday. I'll want you to come with me to the Thursday lectures. There's not a lot of interest on Friday, so if you want to we can do something else then, like sight-seeing. Then I need you to assist me during my presentation on Saturday. The convention ends with a ball on Saturday night, do you have a gown that you can wear for it?"

I nodded.

"Great, then I'll bring you as my date. Then we have a few hours on Sunday to chill and see some more sights before we have to come home. Does that sound OK?"

"Yes, Mr Barnes," I said breathlessly. "It sounds fantastic."

"You should probably not wear this outfit for my presentation. Not a man in the room will listen to me if they can't keep their eyes off your luscious chest and ass."

I agreed that I wouldn't wear it. That night in bed I lay naked, pinching my nipples and massaging my clit. What did Mr Barnes mean by that comment? Would he be as distracted by the sight of my chest as the other men? Or was he just being polite, telling me to wear something more conservative. The questions in my head were killing me. There was nobody I could talk to about this. I was too shy to ask Mr Barnes and everybody else would just be judgemental about a student falling for her teacher.

A few of my classmates made silly jokes about me going away with our teacher, but it didn't bother me. On the afternoon of our departure I was really excited and eager to set off. I had a passion for sexy underwear and I'd packed my nicest pieces. I'd also packed plenty of tight fitting clothes, as well as something conservative for the presentation. I wanted Mr Barnes to see how he was making me feel. When we checked in to the hotel we were given adjoining rooms. The door between our rooms was unlocked and Mr Barnes knocked on the door and told me that he was going to have a shower and change clothes, and then he'd like to buy me dinner in the hotel restaurant.

I showered and started getting dressed. I put on a red lace push-up bra that made my breasts look huge. With it I wore a matching thong and on top of it I put a low cut black dress. My tits were on display, only cut off just above the nipples, and when I moved my red bra could be seen from different angles. I'd never dared dressed that provocatively before and I hoped I wasn't making a big mistake. Surely he had to feel something for me or he wouldn't have made all those comments. I put on a little makeup to make myself look a little bit older.

I'd just finished getting dressed when there was a knock on the front door. I opened it and there was Mr Barnes, looking really sexy in his black shirt and trousers. He seemed rather shocked at my appearance and remained speechless for a couple of seconds. I thought to myself that maybe I'd just made the biggest mistake in my life.

"Millie," he gasped. "You look good enough to eat tonight."

I beamed at him and we went to the lifts together. I had a plan brewing in my head. When Mr Barnes had knocked on my door I'd quickly checked to make sure that our adjoining doors were still open. They were.

Dinner was wonderful. I let Mr Barnes order for me and his choices were excellent. As we were nibbling at our desserts I caught Mr Barnes staring at my chest.

"You've dropped some chocolate," he said and brushed his thumb across my breast, stroking his hand across my nipple as he took his hand back and licked the chocolate that had just been on my breast off his finger. "Mmmm... that tasted nicer than from the bowl."

With a playful look in my eye I got some more chocolate on my spoon and pretended to drop it on my other breast.

"Oh, there's some more, let me." Mr Barnes played along, this time taking much longer and stopping his hand briefly as he ran it past my nipple.

"You know," he said with a dreamy look in his eyes. "There is a better way for a man to eat chocolate off a woman, but it can't be done in a restaurant, or you get thrown out."

He winked and I laughed with him. Laughing must have made my tits bounce because Mr Barnes moved closer to me and whispered in my ear.

"I always thought that you were supposed to wear black bras under black dresses. But that red suits your creamy skin."

"What colour do you think would suit me best, Mr Barnes?"

"That's not for me to say. Now, if you're finished let's pay and go back to our rooms. I think we could both do with an early night."

I could have kicked myself. I'd gone too far with that comment. He wasn't interested in me at all. My pussy was aching. I was dripping wet. We went back to our rooms in silence. When I'd opened my door Mr Barnes reached forward and placed a soft kiss on my forehead. I was close to tears. He saw me as a child. I'd never wanted him more and he seemed oblivious to the fact that I was a sexual being. Well, it wasn't over yet. I had one more trick up my sleeve tonight.

I pulled off my dress and inspected myself in the mirror. My bra had slipped down a little and I could see the outline of pink just above it. There was a dark stain on my thong from my pussy juices that didn't seem to be able to stop flowing. I released my long, blonde locks. I took a deep breath and then I kicked the base of the bed as hard and as loud as I could. I quickly sat down on the floor, facing the adjoining door, with one leg straight and the other one bent up against my breasts, showing off my wet patch and then I grabbed hold of my toes and started crying.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow," I cried as loud as I dared. "I've broken my foot."

The door opened and Mr Barnes was there. He'd taken his shirt off, showing off a muscular chest with a soft brown mat. His belt was also undone. He ran up to me and kneeled in front of me.

"What's up, Millie? What happened?" He looked genuinely concerned and I felt a little ashamed, but I didn't care.

"I accidentally hit the bed with my foot. I think I've broken a toe. Ow, ow, ow... It really hurts."

"Let go of it and let me have a look," he said and I released my foot, only to feel his warm hands on it. "You haven't broken it, but I think you might have a bruise there in the morning."

"Are you sure?" I sobbed.

"Yes, I'm sure." He caressed my leg and moved to stand up when something made him sit down again.

"I was right," he smiled at me.

"About what?" I asked, not following him.

"About two things."

"What two things?"

"That your red lingerie looks really good against your milky white skin." He paused and looked at me. "And that your locks below match the colour of the locks on your head."

I looked down and noticed that my low cut thong had slid even lower when Mr Barnes was checking my foot. I leaned on one hand, knowing that the position would show more of my pussy hair and also make my bra strap fall down. I wasn't disappointed. Without any words I leaned even further, causing the top of my bra to start falling, showing the top of my rock hard nipple.

"You're really sexy, Millie," Mr Barnes said with a smile. "And you know what would be sexier?"

"What?" I answered breathlessly.

"If you took off that lacy bra so that I can see just how beautiful your tits are."

I reached behind and released the clasps. I shook off my bra and sat up straight.

"They're so firm," Mr Barnes smiled. "So round and firm, like little mounds with cherries on top. Do you still have your cherry, Millie, or has one of the boys in your classed managed to get into your pants yet?"

"I still have my cherry."

"Good." He smiled and looked between my legs. "You know, I think your pussy might catch a chill if you wear wet underwear like that. Stand up and let me help you out of them."

Without a word I stood up and hardly breathed as I felt Mr Barnes's fingers hook under my thongs and slowly pull them down, caressing my thighs as he did. I stepped out of them and he brought them up to his nose and smelled them.

"You have a wonderful musky scent, Millie," he smiled and rubbed the wet patch against his lips. "And you taste good too."

Mr Barnes stood up and let my thongs fall on top of my bra that was still lying on the floor. My tits were pointing straight at him and my nipples were less than an inch from his hairy chest.

"I guess I should go to bed now," he said. "Good night, Millie."

I was shocked. After all that, with me naked in front of him, was he just going to go? He turned around and faced the door.

"But..." I started.

"But what, Millie?" he looked back over his shoulder.

"But what about me?"

"What about you? I'm not a mind-reader. You have to tell me what you want."

"I want... you!"

"Me?"

"Yeah."

"To do what, Millie?"

"To be with me. To touch me..." I couldn't bring myself to saying what I really meant.

"If you want me to fuck you I need to hear it," he said. "I need to hear you ask me to break your cherry, to fuck your virgin cunt, if that's what you really want. Once you make your mind up, there's no turning back."

"Fuck me, Mr Barnes, please. I want your cock to be the first cock in my cunt."

He turned around and took me into his arms. My tits were crushed against his chest as his mouth devoured mine, as his tongue explored my mouth.

"I've been waiting for you to be ready for me for so long. All your sexy outfits drove me mad. Wait here."

He let go of me and went back to his room. Within seconds he came back, naked with a box of condoms and a tube. He placed both on the bedside table and walked back to me.

"Is mine the first cock you've seen?" he asked and my eyes moved down to where his tool was hanging, five inches long and already thicker than the three fingers I could just about squeeze into my cunt when playing with myself.

"Yes it is," I answered truthfully.

"Touch it," he said and placed my hand on it. I could feel it twitch as I wrapped my fingers around it. "Squeeze it and start moving your hand up and down."

I did as I was told and gasped in surprise as he grew bigger and harder. It didn't take him long to be over 8 inches and so thick I couldn't get my hand around it. How on earth was that monster going to fit inside my tight cunt? He seemed to have read my mind.

Cum back tomorrow for PART 2 of My First Time

Ask Campus Chick

I'm dating a guy who sucks at giving head. What tips should I give him?

Oh my God, this is my area of expertise! My whole life, guys have sucked at it. Tell them to do it like they're kissing you. Be comfortable enough to tell him what feels good and what doesn't. Even if you have to press it. Most guys don't know how to do it right, and you have to soothe their ego to make them good at it.

If you're in a bar and someone buys you a drink, do you owe them anything?

Like, five minutes of conversation?I pay for my own drinks. I feel more in control that way. I don't like it if some stranger buys me alcohol and expects me to, like, go down on him in the bathroom. It's not gonna happen.

I just realized that when my boyfriend and I have sex on the side of the bed closest to the wall, my neighbors can probably see us. It turns me on, but I think he would flip out. Is it wrong not to tell him?

No. [Hearty laughter] He might just stop if he catches on. If he doesn't know, it won't hurt him.

You've had bad sex with someone three times, but you're still attracted to him. Is there hope for the future?

Depends on the circumstances. I could forgive three times, but after that I would try to see what else wasn't working. I don't think some people are just naturally bad at sex. It's just another level of learning. It's a matter of figuring it out. So if you're not figuring it out, or they're just being lazy, you need to work together.

So bad sex is mostly due to laziness?

I think so. And I feel that a lot of guys — [lowers voice conspiratorially] especially at this school — just learn how to seduce a girl. They learn how to kiss, and they learn how to fondle you, but they don't learn how to have sex. They don't learn how to go down. They only aspire to get a girl, not, like, keep her around. I think most guys at this point in their life, think they'll always have their pick. Like we'll always be young girls they can just fool around with.

What's the best position for the quickest mutual orgasm?

I guess doggy style works for me. I wish there was a better name for it, but it's okay.

Is it weird to have sex in a graveyard? I wrote a short story about having sex in a graveyard! The girl is, like, dead, and I bring her back to life. Nice. Yeah, in theory it's kind of cool. But I'd feel kind of disrespectful really doing it.

Hot For Teacher

I am wearing a tight, white t-shirt...no bra underneath, a denim miniskirt...short that it only falls midthigh and a pink thong. my hair is loose about my shoulders, my lips would be pink and flavored bubble gum and i would be wearing a red pointy stilettos...

You opened the door and you said, "Candice, what are you doing here?"...i said, "hey Teacher, i'm just wondering how i can raise my grade...you know in any way you want"...i walk through the door past you and sat on your couch...i crossed my legs and you can see far enough between my thighs to know i'm wearing a pink thong...i crossed my arms over my chest which hid my nipples that's poking through my shirt...i looked up at you and i saw you lick your lips, looking like you want to eat me up so i stood up and walked toward you...i've put my arms around your waist and whispered next to your ear, "so how about that extra credit?

I'm willing to do anything you want me to"...you pulled back a little from me and looked at me then you gave my ass a squeeze and a spank and you said, "okay, let's talk"...i sat down on your couch again, you sat next to me and told me, "here's the rules...you agree and do whatever i tell you, i will fuck you however i want, i will call you whatever i want, if you raise your grade up enough we can negotiate to stop but if i still want to fuck you...i will, understand?"...as i run my hands over your shirted chest, i said "i agree with everything, Teacher"...you replied with, "good, and keep calling me Teacher...i like it...so let's start now, take off your clothes you slutty girl".

i stood up and took off my shirt then i reached down to take off my denim skirt...only in my pink thong, i sat on your couch to take off my shoes...then when i stood up again, i pulled down my thong and stepped out of them then i sat next to you and start kissing your lips...i said, "shall i undress you, Teacher?" you said, "yes, bitch. take my clothes so i can fuck you".

so i pulled you up and pulled up your shirt...giving your chest a few kisses especially on your nipples, then i reached down to unzip you jeans...i pulled them down and you stepped out of them...you took off your underwear then you pulled my body close to you and start rubbing your hard cock against me...then you whispered in my ear, "suck my cock, bitch"...you gave my ass a spank then i kneeled before you...with my hands on your cock...i began to suck your big hard cock then you moved your hips forward and as i suck you, you began fucking my wet mouth with your cock...so hard, your balls slap against my chin...then you stopped fucking my mouth so i pulled off my mouth and began sucking your balls as i stroke your cock up and down...sucking and tasting your balls...you taste really good...as i suck you, you pulled on to my hair gently and i looked up, you said, "i'm gonna cum, you nasty WHORE slut...open your mouth and let me cum"...so i opened my mouth as you stroke your cock furiously..

The first squirt of cum lands on my tongue and i swallowed it...and opened my mouth again for more...when all your hot cum is in my mouth now...you pulled me up and told me, "swallow it, whore" and you watch me swallow your delicious cum then you asked, "have someone ever fucked your asshole?"...i said, "no" and you said, "i want to"...i looked doubtful and said, "is it gonna hurt?"..."no, it will feel really good" you said...so i smiled and said, "okay, let's do it"...

you sat on the couch and you told me to bend doggie style before your feet with my ass in front of you...you told me to start playing with my pussy, to make it nice and wet so you can use my pussy juice for my asshole...as you sit on the couch and i look back at you, i watch you stroke your cock as i finger and play with my pussy...you listen to my moans as i play with my clit and get my pussy reallly wet...when my pussy is all wet and ready...you told me to wipe my juice-covered hand over my asshole then you kneeled behind me and reached for my pussy to get more juice...you couldn't resist to push a finger up my face...you said, "eat your juice, bitch"...i gladly sucked off your finger and then your juice-covered hand began playing with my asshole...you pushed in a wet finger and i moaned...you slapped my ass and said, "stay still, you nasty slut or i'll fuck your ass now"...i'm not ready for your cock yet so i stayed still as you spread my juice all over my ass then to my surprise, i felt your tongue lick my asshole...pushing gently into my hole...i said, "oh Teacher...more" and with that, your tongue left my ass and i felt your big hard cock pushing in my asshole...your hands keeping me still and steady so your push would be deep in my ass...i cried out from the sudden feeling of your cock stretching my inexperienced asshole...you pulled me towards you...burying your cock so deep in my ass then you leaned forward to squeeze my tits really hard.

I cried out again and then you said, "one more noise from you and i'll pound my cock to your ass"...and to prove your point, you nudged your cock deeper in my ass...i gave another moan and with that, you gave my ass a loud spank and said, "you slut...don't say i didn't warn you" and you began to pound my ass with your deliciously hard and deliciously big cock...with each thrust...i moan my pleasure and because i'm still noisy...you spank my ass the same time your cock pounds me then you reached for my clit and began playing with...with your pounding and playing with my clit, i am so wet...my cum drips down my thighs....you're pounding my ass so hard, i can feel your balls slap noisily and hard against my wet pussy...i start to feel you cumming inside my asshole...you spanked me harder and faster and with the first squirt of your cum...i feel you bury your cock very deeply in my ass as you keep on cumming.

Your hips nudging forward...deeper and deeper in my ass as you lean forward and grabbed my tits...giving them a hard squeeze and i cry out...then with your cock empty and my ass full of your cum...you pulled out and i just laid on the floor trying to catch my breath as you sat down to your couch again...you said, "damn bitch...are you sure that's your first time with anal?"...i nod as i look up at you from the floor then you said, "yes, Teacher...that was my first and i loved it"...you said, "of course you would, you nasty CUMSLUT whore...you love it because you're a dirty anal-fucking slut"...i smile and sat next to you, i gave your lips a deep and thorough kiss as i whisper in your ear, "i want more...more for my extra credit"