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Late Evenings Pt. 1

My first attempt at this kind of thing. Please post feedback and let me know if you want more installments.
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Like other couples with kids, my wife Judy and I go out occasionally with the help of a sitter to watch the kids. We don’t usually go out more than once a month or so, and don’t tend to stay out very late, but the sitter was still part of the deal. On rare occasions we would actually stay out very late to watch some live music and the sitter was always very accommodating and never complained if we stumbled in around 2 in the morning.
The sitter – let’s call her Delia – is attractive and unusual only in the sense that she also has a good daytime job working downtown for a small business. Being 29 and more mature than some neighborhood kid came with a price premium for her services, but still affordable enough to make it worth our while. And, of course, she was trustworthy in our nice home with our kids for the evening. It also meant that since she had a real job and life of her own that she could hold a conversation, so my wife and I often ended up chatting with her whenever we got home even though it was usually past our normal times for bed. Usually, I would want to go straight to bed after a night out, but for some reason we would end up chatting with Delia for awhile before she split.
On one such night, we were all hanging out around midnight after my wife and I got home and Delia asked us if we might be interested in her new babysitting service. At first, I wasn’t paying close attention and figured she would explain to Judy about some scheme allowing us to check-in while we were out, or something along those lines. We weren’t the type to worry, so I started to tune out. But, then Delia caught my attention as she started speaking in a very roundabout way about this new ‘service.’ Delia said that she noticed how often married couples would return home after an evening of fun and seem like they were more interested in getting some sleep than any kind of romance.
In our case, she had us pegged exactly – on most nights (whether we went out or not) I would usually go to bed whenever I got tired and conk out before my wife even came to bed. That’s not because I wasn’t interested in fucking her brains out. No, I would love nothing more than fucking Judy silly any moment I got the chance. Judy keeps herself in great shape, still has a very trim and hot body, and always gets mistaken for someone 15 years younger. The problem is that Judy only ever had a vague interest in sex at the most, and after we had a family, that interest was gone forever. Whenever she was willing to fuck, it was clear that she wasn’t really interested and wanted me to just get it over with. A blowjob? Out of the question. Eating her pussy? Not in years. Doggie style? Nope. Just plain old missionary, and get it over with quickly. On a good night, I might be able to pull out and cum on her tits before she bolted to the bathroom to get cleaned off.
So, when Delia started talking about married couples and the lack of ‘romance,’ it hit home with a bullseye. This talk also caught our attention because it was not only unexpected, but generally the type of thing that is completely out of bounds for the situation. It’s just not everyday that your sitter starts remarking that you don’t look like you fuck very much. Did she say it like that? Of course not. Delia beat around the bush (no pun! turns out she doesn’t have a bush…) and I had no idea where she was going. My only thought (and hope!) was that Judy might get offended and defensive, and then after sending Delia home she would fuck me silly just to prove that she had it in her. Considering what my expectations had been for the remainder of the evening, even that was a very, very welcome thought.
But Delia got a little more to the point and said that we were nice and a good looking couple that deserved to enjoy each other a lot more. She explained that she wanted to ensure that she kept her sitting business going and didn’t want couples like us to stop going out if we weren’t having fun. This was the moment of truth, the moment where Judy could have prudishly responded with a curt ‘no, thank you” and sent Delia on her way for good. I could sense, however, that Judy was somewhat intrigued. Instead of blushing or putting on some bitchy face, she instead looked quizzical and said, “What do you have in mind?”
Delia casually, but confidently, moved over next to me on the couch and put her hand on my leg. She looked over to Judy, who was seated on a chair, and said, “how about if I get Tom in the mood for you?”
I was more than a little dumbfounded and was basically frozen and not sure what to do. Judy just continued to watch indifferently as Delia started massaging my leg and getting closer to my crotch. Judy looked on with the same type of curiosity she might have about a bug crawling on the outside of a window – only interested because she happened to notice it and not sure whether to continue watching.
As Delia softly massaged my leg, my hormones began to shake me from my stupor. I leaned back and didn’t try to hide the raging bulge inside my jeans. Her hands felt so, so good as they began to unbutton my fly. My mind, however, was beginning to enter an ongoing loop of “what the hell is happening” as my eyes darted from Judy, to Delia’s hands, to Delia’s hot little body, and back to Judy again over and over.
I lifted up my hips so Delia could slide my jeans down to my knees. Her hand was warm on my cock and I’m sure she also noticed how hot my cock was. I felt like I was back in high school where you’re so shocked that a chick is actually working your cock that you’re not sure what to do next. All I knew is that I wanted a ‘next’ to happen very soon. Delia, however, was so casual about the handjob that you’d think she was just twirling her hair while sitting at a traffic light. She had a relaxed smile and was looking directly at Judy.
No one said a word, but as Delia continued to stroke me, I started to softly moan and Judy slowly shifted from a look of cold detachment to piqued interest. It was like she wanted to see what was going to happen, like she was watching a movie. I reached my right arm over to Delia and started to rub her back and run my fingers through her hair. She recognized this as the universal sign of “I want a blowjob” and immediately went down on me.
A blow job! An honest to God, real life blow job by a hottie who actually wanted to suck my dick! I thought those days were over! I couldn’t believe my luck. The last time I got a blow job from Judy, it was for hanging up a shelf and lasted about 45 seconds before saying she wanted me to fuck her (as if…!). Delia’s mouth and tongue incredibly warm and soft, and I could tell she was enjoying sucking my dick as much as I was having it in her cute little mouth. She wasn’t aggressive and clearly wasn’t trying to get me to cum. I looked over at Judy, and to my surprise she was relaxing back in her chair and enjoying the show. Her shock seemed to have had also worn off, and I could see her hands beginning to twitch a little bit.
Delia kept alternating between softly sucking the head of my cock and licking the shaft, and after a few minutes when she looked over at Judy, my sexless wife was beginning to lightly touch herself through her skirt. As Delia continued to gently and expertly suck my cock, Judy gently hiked up her own skirt so she could rub her panties. Delia just looked over at Judy and smiled, and then went back to work on me. Since I had never seen Judy stroke her own pussy, this was quite a new thrill for me.
Judy then pulled her panties to the side, and I could see her finger slowly sliding in and out of her pussy. At that point, Delia let go of my cock and turned to Judy, asking her, “Are you ready for him?” To my surprise, Judy responded, “No, keep going” as she started to rub her pussy a little more quickly. As Delia returned to my cock, I reached over and let my hand roam across Delia’s back and ass. I felt the back of her bra underneath her t-shirt, and as Judy watched me slide her shirt up and unfasten her bra, I could see she now had two fingers working her pussy.
Delia shifted her body so I could completely remove her shirt and bra, and my suspicions about her having a tone and taut body were confirmed. Her tits weren’t big, but their moderate size meant they had remained firm and the tan lines surrounding them once again took me back to my youth. Momentarily forgetting all about Judy, I reached over further and ran my hand inside Delia’s shorts so I could feel her smooth ass. I helped her scrunch up a little closer so I could reach over her shorts-clad ass and rub her pussy. The outside of her shorts were already beginning to feel damp and hot around her crotch.
I sat Delia up for a moment and started kissing her full on the mouth as I pawed at her tits. She kept rubbing my cock and I reached down to unzip her shorts and help her slide them off along with her panties. She had the ass we all dream of, and like her tits, it was cutely framed with tan lines. I slid a finger into her pussy. It was soaking wet and immediately covered my finger in her juice. As I pulled it out and licked my finger, Delia moved down to the floor with her ass facing Judy and once again started sucking my cock.
I looked back up at Judy and she now had her blouse unbuttoned with one large tit hanging out awkwardly from her bra. She still was sliding two fingers in and out of her pussy, but now her free hand was alternating between caressing her free tit and rubbing her clit. I could also see that not only was she intently watching the blowjob I was getting, she was also roaming her eyes all over Delia’s naked body.
Delia reached between her own legs and started to rub her own pussy. At this point, Judy’s eyes got a bit wider and she started to really finger fuck herself. Delia must have sensed Judy’s excitement and begin to pay more attention to her own pussy than to my cock. She was still holding it and mindlessly stroking me, but she was now enjoying the feeling of her own pussy getting some attention and kept glancing back at Judy.
Judy was getting hotter and hotter and had a wild look about her. She was intently focused on Delia’s fingers sliding in and out of her shaved pussy. Delia finally let go of my cock, put her head on the floor, arched her back even higher, and then started to really work her pussy while pulling her ass cheeks apart with her other hand so Judy could get an even better view. After about another minute of frenzied fingering, Judy began to shudder and then her entire body stiffened up. After a long moment she began to go limp, exhaled loudly, and sat motionless as Delia kept fingering herself.
Too long without any attention on my cock, I reached down and pulled Delia’s face back up from the floor and positioned it over my waiting dick. As she abandoned her pussy and went back to work on my cock, Judy got up slowly and stumbled out of the room. I wasn’t sure if that meant anything, but I figured at this point there was no sense to stop having fun with Delia. I leaned back again and continued to enjoy Delia’s mouth on my cock. After a few minutes, I decided that I wanted a whole bunch of that hot pussy she had been fingering.
I helped Delia stand up and lay back on the couch, and then dived head first into that beautiful pink slit of hers. She was wet inside and out, and I did my best to lick up every drop. I nibbled on her clit and sucked on it, and then went back to trying to suck out every drop from the inside of her pussy. I kept going back and forth between her slit and her clit, and sometimes I worked her wet asshole with my tongue. She was completely shaved and I was like a kid in a candy store. Well, much better than that. I was a grown man with my faced stuffed in a beautiful pussy and ass, and if the world was coming to an end I would have been the last to know. Or care.
I finally decided that I really needed to fuck this gorgeous chick, so I flipped her over and started to bang her doggie style. She felt better than I remember any chick feeling, but I wanted to take my time and enjoy it. Too much recent history of “hurry up and cum” in my past. My trance was broken as Judy walked up, but before I could worry or even wonder what to do, she sat down right next to us. She had gotten up to get a glass of wine, and I was surprised to see her return, and especially to have her sit down right next to her husband while he was fucking someone else!
As I was fucking Delia, I looked at Judy who was just lying back a bit with a content look on her face. I was surprised to see that although she still had her blouse on, it was completely unbuttoned and she had removed her bra. She was still wearing her skirt as well, but I could see that she had taken her panties off. I kept fucking Delia as Judy just sat there watching us. Delia noticed Judy right next to her and reached over and grabbed one of Judy’s tits once in a while, but she seemed to be enjoying the fucking too much to make much of an effort to grope Judy. I kept looking down at her beautifully shaped ass and tanned body, and then over at Judy with her own gorgeous body that had all the right places exposed.
Judy parted her legs slightly and once again started gently touching her own pussy, and this was starting to really drive me crazy. She slipped a finger in and was watching me pound the shit out of Judy from behind. I could see that her pussy was getting wet again, so I reached down and stuck my own finger in her hole. We both had fingers in her pussy and I could feel how incredibly hot it was. Delia started bucking backwards really hard and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. I grabbed Delia’s hips and thrust as hard as I could while looking at Judy rubbing her pussy. Judy seemed like she wanted to get off again, but there was no way in hell I was gonna last long enough to do anything about it.
Realizing that I was going to cum soon, she started really fingering herself. I looked down at her glistening fingers and knew I would blow any moment now. After giving Delia one last thrust, I pulled out my cock and aimed it at Judy. I guess she thought I would blow my load in Delia and looked a bit startled. She pulled her hand way reflexively and then I started cumming. The first burst hit her tits and blouse, and the next landed near her navel and on her skirt. The last couple of bursts I aimed right at her pussy and hit the inside of her thigh and finally just above her swollen clit.
Just as I was finishing my orgasm, Delia spun around and was looking at Judy’s cum covered tits and pussy. She quickly knelt over her and gently tasted a drop of cum that had fallen between Judy’s tits. Liking what she tasted, she began moving her mouth all over Judy’s tits and started slurping up the cum and sucking on her nipples, swallowing everything she could find. Delia then moved down and licked some cum off of Judy’s skirt before getting onto the floor between Judy’s legs. From there, she gobbled up the big gob of cum dangling from Judy’s inner thigh.
I looked up at Judy’s face and her eye’s were screwed tightly shut but she was squeezing one of her own tits and pulling on the nipple. I looked back down at Delia who proceeded to lick the cum off the area around Judy’s pussy. Delia then stuck her tongue in her pussy and started to eat Judy’s juices the same way I had eaten hers. Instantly, Judy started bucking her pussy up into Delia’s face and Delia had to slip her arms under Judy’s spread legs in order to hang on. As Judy started cumming over and over at the touch of Delia’s experienced tongue, I reached over and started squeezing Judy’s tits.
After Judy’s orgasms subsided and we all caught our breath, Delia said “well, I guess I should be going” and slipped quickly back into her shorts and t-shirt, not bothering with her panties and bra. Judy stood up and fastened a couple buttons on her blouse and straightened her skirt before going over to the table to get her purse so she could pay Delia. Judy said “thanks for watching the kids” and Delia told us that she hoped we enjoyed the rest of our weekend. I didn’t say anything, and after closing the door behind Delia, I followed Judy to bed as if nothing unusual at all had happened.

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The Little Ignorant Slut 3_(0)

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A Fortunate Rescue 2 – The Return Match

If you read Daniel’s first story you will remember how a chance encounter led to hot steamy foursome sex and how he learned of his wife’s willingness to cheat on him with both men and women. His lack of jealousy surprised him but his lust for Peter’s wife did not. After a week or so, Cat started pestering him to organise another evening with the sexy couple

The Beast Within Chapter 1

A high schooler is attacked by a large wolf and barely escapes. Four weeks later he starts having odd sensations rising within him, and the focus of the feelings seem to be focused on one person… His Mother

It started at the nudist beach

Those readers who have enjoyed my earlier, somewhat violent and sadistic stories, might be disappointed by this purely sexual story. But then again, I know that many people do not like the cruelty I’ve previously written of, and may enjoy this story more.
The other thing that I might mention is that, after the moderators treated me so shabbily at the time of posting my last story, I vowed never to write again. I have in fact abstained for well over a year, however have written this one for all of those lovely people who have asked me to write more.
This story has of course, no basis in reality, it is just pure fantasy about the way I might have been, had life thrown up different circumstances. (Sigh)
But now to the story:
Rob was one of those men who, while truly loving his wife, nevertheless got a thrill from seeing her being degraded and made cheap and sluttish.
Her husband’s perversion began to be shown to Yvonne almost as soon as they were married. Her husband wanted her to wear shorter and shorter skirts, tighter and more revealing tops, and on the beach to actually go topless so that men could ogle her naked breasts. Initially she worried that Rob had stopped loving her. Her understanding of love was that a husband is normally jealous of his wife’s purity and chastity, rather than wanting to show her off.
When Yvonne mentioned her fears, Rob explained to her that rather than his love lessening in any way, his pride in Yvonne, when he saw men perving on her, served to make him love her all the more. This all seemed a little strange to Yvonne, but she soon noticed that if she flirted or showed herself off in some way, her husband loved it and was so very loving towards her afterwards.
Straight away, Yvonne began to respond to her husband’s prompting. She began to wear very short skirts and very revealing clothes, and found that it was certainly not unpleasant to have men looking admiringly, and even lustfully towards her.
This state of affairs had developed so rapidly that Rob and Yvonne had been married just on a month when an event occurred that pushed things much, much further.
Rob had long known of a nudist beach some distance away. He had checking it out several times and knew that while some couples did sunbathe nude, it was mainly frequented by men who no doubt only went there to perv on the limited number of women.
One particular hot and sunny day, Rob and Yvonne decided to go to the beach. Rob told his wife about the nudist beach, and suggested that they go there.
Yvonne, although she had slid her top off while sunbathing, had never thought of removing all of her clothing, and she felt both embarrassed, but also excited, at the thought. She knew that her husband would be thrilled to show her off in that manner, and after hesitating for just a moment or two, she agreed.
On arriving at the beach, Yvonne felt that she was almost blushing as they walked together over the sand. She had kept her eyes downcast but was aware that there were only two other couples, and in each case the woman was simply lying topless and sunbathing.
Rob seemed to know exactly where he was going, he led his blushing bride along the beach and past a large outcrop of rocks. Past these rocks there were just a handful of people, and with a shy and very brief scan around her, Yvonne could see that they were all men and that she was the only female in that area.
Yvonne wore a little pair of shorts along with a skimpy little top through which her nipples bulged prominently. She felt that all of the men were looking her over and anticipating the nakedness of her small breasts when she took her top off. At that thought she felt flustered, embarrassed, excited, and very definitely sexy.
They spread out the towels on the sand, and Rob immediately stripped off his shorts and t-shirt to be completely naked. Yvonne looked at his body and saw his cock verging on being hard, no doubt at the thought of all of these men viewing his wife’s nakedness.
Yvonne sat on the towel, too embarrassed to undress, and too embarrassed to look about her. Rob looked at her expectantly, then, realising his wife’s shyness, he leaned over and, taking hold of the bottom of his wife’s little white top, he pulled it up over her head and tossed it onto the sand.
Yvonne’s small, but round and firm breasts swayed naked on her chest. She felt a little tremor shudder through her body. She knew that all of the men, would be looking and admiring her.
“You’re fabulous,” Rob said admiringly. He then told Yvonne to lean back on her elbows rather than lie down on the beach towel ……. “so everyone can have a good perv over you.”
Yvonne did as her husband suggested. Her shoulders going back and her breasts naturally thrusting forward as she leaned back on her elbows in a semi-reclining position.
With closed eyes, Yvonne tipped her head back so that her thick, dark hair fell luxuriously over her shoulders. She felt the warm sun soaking her half undressed body, and felt so sexually sensual.
Rob glanced around and noted almost everyone looking in their direction. There were two men together just seven or eight yards away, and another five individual men dotted around the beach. Rob had intentionally selected a spot right in the middle and fairly close the the couple of men who were together. These latter two were looking in his direction so he smiled towards them and nodded his head in a friendly manner.
“Isn’t this fucking great,” he thought to himself as he looked at his young wife’s naked breasts fully on display.
It was only a minute or two later, when the two men, who all the while had been quite wantonly viewing Yvonne’s semi-nakedness, got up off the sand and began strolling towards where Rob and Yvonne had settled. The men, when within a couple of yards, briefly glanced away from Yvonne and encountered Rob’s eye. Rob grinned broadly at the men and gave a friendly nod of his head. This seemed to assure the two men that Rob was quite amenable to them having a good look at Yvonne, and they almost stopped for a moment or two at Yvonne’s feet, and gazed down admiringly at her naked breasts and lovely shoulders and body.
Yvonne, sensing the men’s nearby presence, lifted her head and found herself looking directly into the men’s grinning faces. Her face flushed red as she lowered her eyes in embarrassment, however she maintained her position under the men’s lustful gaze.
The men continued on their way along the beach, but made it obvious that their only intention had been to perv on Yvonne’s breasts, when they stopped a short way off, paused for a moment, then came walking back for another look, once more pausing at her feet to gloat at the sight.
“Oh my God,” Yvonne whispered to Rob after the men had passed, “they certainly didn’t mind taking a good look.”
Rob chuckled, “they certainly liked what they saw,” he said, then went on to tease Yvonne about how she had blushed so much under the men’s gaze.
It was then that they noticed another man get up from his position and begin to saunter up the beach towards them.
Obviously, this man had been encouraged by the brazenness of the first couple of men who had come to view Yvonne’s naked, and splendid, breasts.
Unlike the first men, who it could have been argued where just stretching their legs, this man, perhaps in his late fifties and somewhat scrawny looking, was walking straight up the beach towards them, and much more obviously intent on coming purely for a look.
Yvonne closed her eyes and once more let her head tip back slightly as she soaked up the sunshine. This time she was intent not to encounter the gaze of her admirer.
Again Rob grinned and nodded in a friendly manner as this old perv came right to their feet and gloated at Yvonne’s nakedness as he sauntered ever so slowly by.
Having had a good look, the guy made a sharp turn and headed straight back to where he’d come from on the beach, thus making it quite obvious that he’d just walked up to Yvonne to perv on her naked breasts.
Rob suddenly wished that Yvonne had been totally naked for these three men who’d perved over her breasts.
“What about taking off your shorts,” he suggested to his wife.
“Goodness!” Yvonne exclaimed, “don’t you think they’re seeing enough.”
“Just think of how you would have felt with those men looking at you if you’d been totally naked,” her husband said excitedly, “they’re obviously just perverts here to lust over you.”
Rob knew that Yvonne would be too embarrassed to strip naked herself, so he got up on his knees and leaned over to undo the button and zipper of his wife’s shorts.
Yvonne lifted her head and watched Rob fumbling with her shorts. Rob noted with delight that she offered no resistance.
Undoing the button, Rob began to pull at his wife’s shorts. Yvonne lifted her backside slightly, and the shorts came sliding down over her legs.
Rob followed up by pulling Yvonne’s little pair of panties down and then pulled both items of clothing off over her feet so that she was now totally naked.
“Oh darling,” Yvonne softly murmured, “this is so very wrong.”
“It’s so very right,” Rob countered, “you’re going to be a dirty little slut and show yourself off like a fucking whore.”
“Oh my God!” Yvonne exclaimed. It was the first time that Rob had ever said such degrading and filthy things about her, but she felt so excitedly sexy and knew that she really was being a slut by showing herself off in this way.
Rob looked across at his lovely, young wife, as naked as the day she was born, with her beautiful round firm breasts fully on display, her gorgeous legs naked and her tiny triangle of trimmed hair peeping at the top of her legs which she kept firmly together.
Getting up on his knees, Rob leaned over his wife and taking each of her ankles, spread her legs some three feet apart. He then slipped a hand under first one knee and then the other, and lifted his wife’s knees up and splayed them outwards so that she was in such a position that she might adopt while being fucked, and with her cunt now gaping beautifully between her naked thighs.
“Oh darling,” Yvonne once more moaned softly, “this is so very wrong, and so very bad.”
Rob knew from the tone of his wife’s voice, and the way that she said this, that she certainly wasn’t complaining or resisting in any way. It was more of a lustful submission to what he was doing with her.
“Mmm, sweetheart,” Rob responded with loving affection, “you look like a filthy harlot in that position.”
Yvonne had been looking down across her naked body, at her parted legs with knees in the air and splayed apart, at her gaping pussy. She turned her head towards Rob and gave a start as she saw that the older man who had just been up to perv on her naked breasts, had silently walked up to them once more, and was standing right next to them.
The lecherous old pervert was now grinning broadly, having heard Rob’s words that Yvonne looked like a harlot. He moved to just near Yvonne’s feet and stood gazing at her lovely, naked thighs and her gaping cunt which was showing signs of wetness.
Yvonne, in her extreme embarrassment and shame, kept her eyes lowered, looking at the man’s thin, hairy legs, and attracted by the large, semi-rigid cock that swayed out from between his loins.
Instinctively, Yvonne closed her knees together, but her husband immediately leaned over and gently parted them again to display her gaping cunt once more.
This latter action of Rob, in spreading his wife’s thighs, showed beyond doubt to the old perv, that Yvonne was there to be seen and to be gloated over.
The guy immediately put his hand to his cock and asked, “Where’d you find this slut?”
“She’s my wife,” Rob answered proudly.
“Really!” the old guy exclaimed with obvious surprise. He didn’t elaborate on what he thought though, and just continued to gloat over the lewdness of Yvonne’s lascivious pose.
“Do you share her?” the old guy eventually asked.
This question took Rob by surprise and he hesitated without answering. Wild perverted ideas raced through his mind, and it wasn’t until he saw Yvonne looking at him with a horrified look that he muttered an answer of “no.”
The old pervert continued to lust over Yvonne before then giving a grunt and walking away without a further word.
“Oh God!” I feel so dirty, as if I’d been molested by his eyes and his thoughts,” Yvonne said with a shudder.
“Yes,” Rob responded with a mocking laugh, “and that’s why your cunt is so wet and you couldn’t take your eyes off his cock.”
Just then, Rob, who had been glancing about, noticed a guy who had moved closer to them and was directly in front some twenty yards away. Poking out from under this guy’s beach towel, was the unmistakable shape of a zoom camera lens.
For just a moment, the thought of Yvonne being captured on film, sent a thrill through Rob’s brain. He then thought that he too might be captured on film and frowned at the thought of perhaps being posted on some sex site on the internet. While the idea of his wife being displayed to the entire world excited him, Rob didn’t want himself so displayed.
He immediately got to his feet and moved off towards the guy.
“Where are you going?” Yvonne asked in a panic at the thought of being left alone.
Rob ignored her, and approached the guy who, as soon as he saw Rob heading in his direction, had pulled the towel down to hide the camera.
“Hi,” Rob said in a friendly manner as he dropped down onto his knees next to the guy.
“Hi,” the man answered in a suspicious and slightly flustered manner, no doubt because he wondered if he’d been caught at snapping the photos that he had indeed taken.
“I’m happy with you taking photos of my wife, but I don’t want myself in them if you’re going to post them on the net or anything like that,” Rob said cheerily.
The guy immediately seemed to relax a bit, and Rob mentioned that his camera looked like it had a “decent sort of a zoom lens on it.”
“x500,” the guy said with a hint of pride.
“Wow,” Rob grinned, “that would bring things up nice and close. Can I have a look at how my wife looks?”
The guy momentarily seemed suspicious again. He hadn’t actually admitted to having taken photos, but after a second’s consideration he lifted the towel and got his last photo up on the screen of the camera.
Rob looked at it, and saw Yvonne’s image, as if she had been photographed from close range. Her knees were up and apart and she was looking up at the old perv who had stood, also stark naked, right in front of her.
“Fuck, she came up all right with your zoom,” Rob said enthusiastically, then added as he looked at the camera’s controls, “how do I go back?”
He needed no instruction though, as he’d pushed the arrow button and saw the previous shot of Yvonne with legs nicely parted.
Trawling back through the photos, he viewed some thirty or more pictures of Yvonne in her nakedness.
“Some great shots there,” he said with a grin as he handed the camera back. “Her cunt doesn’t show from here though, you’re welcome to come and get some close ups of her if you want.”
Yvonne had all of this time watched her husband with some anxiety. She had pulled a towel up to cover her nakedness, and sat with arms clutching the towel.
Now, seeing her husband approach with the man holding the camera, she felt a nervous tremor run through her body, but at the same time she felt relief that Rob would be back alongside her.
“This guy wants to take some pornographic photos of you,” Rob announced cheerily by way of some sort of introduction between Yvonne and the guy.
Rob pulled the towel away and instructed his wife to lie back, at the same time spreading her legs and lifting her knees once more.
The guy began to eagerly click away with his camera, taking dozens of photos from every conceivable angle.
“Zoom right in on her cunt if you want,” Rob suggested. He then got Yvonne to use her fingers in spreading her cunt a little more.
Seeing what was going on, every guy on the beach now came, a few others also armed with cameras, and Yvonne was soon the centre of attention with men jostling all around her to get a good view or good photos of Yvonne’s body, tits, cunt, legs, ass, or just her lovely face.
Yvonne was initially overwhelmed with shame at being naked amidst all of these guys whose cocks were all now ranging from semi-rigid through to huge, erect, cum dribbling monsters.
The men were so nice to her though, that she soon began to relax and thrilled all the more to being so brazenly sluttish for the battery of cameras. She noticed actually, that in addressing her directly, the men were all so nice – “slip your fingers in your cunt sweetheart” – ” tip your head back a little darling” – “lift your legs into the air sweetie.” While any word about her addressed to her husband was invariably somewhat crude – “do you share the slut around?” – “does the bitch take it up the ass?” – “get the dirty whore to kneel on all fours with her ass in the air” – “does the slut play around?”
Yvonne’s cunt was absolutely dribbling, with little riverlets of her juices now and then trickling down from her wet cunt.
Eventually, with each camera filled with literally hundreds of porno pics of Yvonne, and one guy having actually masturbated while watching Yvonne, the crowd dispersed, with the photographers packing up and heading home to download their booty and no doubt boast to work colleagues, friends and all and sundry, about the sensational thing that had happened to them.
There were just two older guys, perhaps in their late fifties, that seemed to loiter about. Then when the last of the others had gone, one of them said to Rob, “my apartment is just up the road, perhaps you and I and this other guy could have a fucking session and film it all?” Then he added that he also had a collection of dildos, vibrators and a vacuum device for nipples and tits, along with bondage equipment, and video equipment.
Rob, whose lust was already at a fever level, felt his already hard cock swell even further. He understood it that the guy had meant that all three of them fuck his wife. He looked at Yvonne who was still stark naked but standing now. She had obviously heard the guy’s suggestion, as it was directed to them both, however she remained with a completely relaxed look on her face as if the suggestion had been no more than that they have a cup of coffee.
Still looking at his wife, and wondering that she remained so calm at such a suggestion, Rob replied that “it sounds tempting.”
Yvonne’s look had been somewhat dreamy but now he caught her eye directly. He was sure there was the hint of a smile with the corners of her mouth curving almost imperceptibly and a certain light coming into her eyes. Certainly she had given no indication that she wasn’t amenable to the idea.
“She’s never done it before ….. we’ve only been married a few weeks,” Rob now said with a smile, and by his words indicated that he would be willing if his wife was.
“A few weeks?” both guys exclaimed together. That news really excited them, and one said, “that makes it all the more exciting that we’d be fucking your new bride.”
So now there could be no misinterpretation by either Rob or Yvonne – it would be a gang bang with all three of them fucking her.
“All right. I think she needs a good three way fucking,” Rob said lustfully.
He had been watching his wife intently and a little nervously as he said this. He saw her swallow and noticed that her lips parted a little, but other than that she gave no indication, although Rob was sure that that pleased smile still played about her mouth.
They all left the beach, and Rob said that they’d follow the guy’s car.
About to get into their own car, Yvonne and Rob embraced and kissed passionately.
“You were magnificent,” Rob lovingly told Yvonne.
“I can hardly believe what we did,” Yvonne replied, smiling up at Rob.
“…. or what we’re about to do,” her husband added excitedly.
They got in the car and moments later drove slowly off behind the men in the car in front.
The apartment was indeed just up the road as the guy had said.
They parked the car, and Rob turned to Yvonne, “are you ready?’ he asked excitedly.
“Yes,” Yvonne answered unhesitatingly.
“Ready to be fucked by these two guys whose names we don’t even know?” Rob ecstatically continued.
“Yes, yes,” Yvonne answered, feeling herself becoming even more lustful at Rob’s specific questions which she knew were exciting him also.
“You really are a dirty, fucking slut,” Rob told his wife lovingly, almost panting with animal carnality.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes,” Yvonne moaned with licentious desire.
Yvonne and Rob, lovingly hand in hand, followed the two men up the path, up a flight of stairs, and were then waiting, hearts beating fast, as the guy opened the door to the unit.
They were led in and straight through to a bedroom where there was a large king sized bed.
Rob’s heart was racing and his mouth was dry. This is it, he thought to himself, Yvonne is going to be fucked and used by these two guys.
There were no formalities, no preliminaries, no foreplay as it were. On entering the bedroom, both guys turned to Yvonne and began rapidly undressing her, not that she had much on, just her little top, her shorts, and a pair of panties.
It took maybe thirty seconds and she was naked.
The guys had their clothes off even faster, and their big, hard cocks swayed out in front of them.
“Up on the bed,” one guy told Yvonne as he climbed onto the mattress and pulled her up after him.
He lay her down and then straddled her head, directing his big, hard, cum dribbling cock towards her mouth.
Yvonne held the cock at its base and slid her lips over the big, round head of it, working her tongue around and around before taking the cock right into her mouth and right back to the entrance to her throat.
The other guy was now between Yvonne’s parted legs and his cock entered her warm, wet, slippery cunt, sliding right up deep within her.
“Ah …. the fucking slut was certainly ready for this,” the guy fucking her groaned lustfully as Yvonne moved her hips in unison to his fucking, and while she sucked lovingly on the other guy’s cock.
“Yes,” Rob, who had also stripped and had begun stroking his raging cock, agreed. “The dirty fucking bitch needs to be fucked stupid.”
Yvonne only sucked on the guy’s cock for a minute before he pulled away with a groan of sheer lust. “Oo, you fucking little whore, you’d have me cum down your throat in no time if you kept on like that.”
Both guys climbed off the bed. “Now then you dirty little tramp,” the guy who owned the unit told Yvonne with a leer, “I’m going to try out all of my sex toys on you before you get our cum.”
Yvonne smiled serenely.
“First we’ll shackle you up so that you’re completely helpless,” the guy told Yvonne as he sorted out some restraints.
“Now then, give us your arms,” she was told as the two men stood either side of her. She smilingly held out her arms to be fastened into the restraints, and she watched as the leather straps were buckled firmly around her wrists.
Her arms were then stretched back over her shoulders and affixed to the bed head.
“How’s that feel?, she was laughingly asked as the men next pushed a number of pillows under her ass and hips.
Yvonne just smiled up at the men without responding in words.
Her ankles were encircled in leather straps and she was told to lift her legs up high. She swung her legs upwards and the guys took one each and fastened the ankle straps onto chains that dangled from an iron loop fixed into the ceiling.
“How’s that feel?” she was again asked, and this time she answered with a single word, “helpless.”
The men chuckled wickedly. “Helpless is just how we want you,” they almost sneered. “Helpless to resist no matter what we do to you,” they laughed. “Helpless to stop us from using any sort of sex device on you, or doing anything we like with you.”
Rob had noticed two video cameras mounted in the corners of the room; these were set in action, and a hand held camera was given to Rob to use as he saw fit. He stroked his hard, lusting cock and thought to himself that the men could indeed do anything they wanted with his wife, and he would not stop them.
Yvonne’s cunt, which was nicely raised up on the pile of pillows, was lubed up and a large, vibrating dildo was eased right up into it. The dildo was shaped with a special vibrating pad that pushed nicely against the recipient’s clitoris, and as soon as it was switched on, Yvonne gave a little moan of pleasure as she felt it working on her most sensitive parts.
The men amused themselves playing with the controls, winding the level up and down, and laughing at every little cry of delight, and every sensuous stretching and movement of Yvonne’s body as the stimulating vibrations did their teasing work.
After a time, the owner of the apartment left the other guy to continue playing with Yvonne in that way, while he set up a suction pump ready to work on Yvonne’s small, firm breasts. As soon as it was ready and the pump was started, the transparent glass cups were placed over Yvonne’s nipples.
It took a bit of fiddling about to get the cups to seal properly, but once they did, Yvonne’s nipples began to bulge out nicely inside the cups, thus sealing firmly and allowing the vacuum pump to really start working and distend her nipples up inside the narrow tubes of each cup.
“There you are young lady,” the guy laughed, now you’re no more than a fucking cow in a milking shed.
Having organised the nipple pump to do its work, the guy asked Rob if he ass fucked his wife. On receiving an answer in the negative, he laughingly said that they’d soon change that virginal state of Yvonne’s ass-hole.
An amount of lubricant was injected up Yvonne’s ass, and an amount more smeared all around her hole. The guy then took a long, pink, flexible, cock shaped dildo, perhaps an inch in diameter, and slowly worked the end of it up into the slut’s hole, much to the wriggling of Yvonne as she hung there stretched out in her restraints.
Yvonne’s ass-hole, like her cunt, was nicely presented up in the air, thanks to the restraints holding her legs up and apart, and the pile of cushions lifting her hips nicely.
Rob, watching all of this, thrilled at the obscene sight of the large dildo up his wife’s cunt, the smaller, more flexible one being worked up her ass, and the vacuum cups on her nipples which were now beginning to distend nicely. He zoomed the video camera in to capture each wonderful operation on film.
Slowly, slowly the guy worked with the dildo on Yvonne’s ass, and as her hole loosened slightly he was able to slide more and more of the dildo up into her intestines.
The sensations that Yvonne was feeling were wonderful. Firstly, she felt so sexy just being stretched out and quite helpless in her restraining straps, secondly the vibrating dildo up her pussy, continued to send incredible feelings of delight through her body. The vacuum sucking relentlessly on her nipples gave a lovely feeling hard to describe, and the flexible dildo, being worked ever so slowly up into her innards, made her feel, on top of all of the other combined sensations, just wonderful.
Her nipples were now bulging to the diameter of the tubes into which they were slowly being pumped, and, as she lifted her head to look down at them, she saw that her nipples were now incredibly, some two inches long.
“How are you feeling slut?” one of the guys asked Yvonne, sticking his face right close to hers. She smiled up at him, “like a slut,” she replied softly.
“How’s her ass going?” the guy then asked his pal.
“She’s probably ready to take a bigger one now,” the other replied with some glee.
“Ha, ha,” the apartment owner chuckled, “I’ve something really special for the little whore,” and he produced an expandable dildo from a nearby drawer.
They eased the flexible rubber dildo out of Yvonne’s ass, and found that it had been worked almost ten inches up inside her tunnel.
Taking the bright purple expandable dildo, the flat base of which had a rubber tube connecting to a small, squeeze ball pump, they easily worked the relatively thin, four inches up into Yvonne’s ass-hole.
Once in place up her anus, the guy gave a couple of pumps of the squeeze ball, and immediately Yvonne gave a little gasp.
“What is that you’ve put up me?” she asked in a surprised tone.
“An inflatable dildo,” the guy laughed. “How’s it feel?”
Before she could answer, the guy gave another pump and Yvonne gave another gasp. “Now it feels like I need to go to the toilet,” Yvonne answered with a laugh.
“See if you can shit it out,” she was told.
Yvonne worked her muscles and slowly, but feeling her hole stretching incredibly, she managed to “shit” out the dildo.
“Fuck, look at that,” the guys exclaimed gleefully as the heavy duty balloon like bladder of the inflated dildo opened Yvonne’s anus fabulously. They then held it up so that she could see it, and she too marvelled at the size that she’d managed to pass. It was some two and a half inches around, although she knew that her hole would have squeezed the inflated bladder into a small “neck” as it came through.
The dildo was deflated, reinserted into her anus, blown up again, and Yvonne again “shit” it out.
“How’s it feel as it’s coming out?” the guys asked as they deflated the dildo and reinserted it up Yvonne’s ass.
“My God,” Yvonne laughed, “it feels like it’s stretching me to the limit.”
“It is,” they told her, “your hole is like stretched rubber as it opens out.
Again and again they had Yvonne pass the fat, inflated dildo, and soon, after some twenty tries, she found that she could push it out more easily.
By now, the guys considered that Yvonne’s nipples had probably swollen to as large as they would. The were indeed quite obscene – some three quarters of an inch in diameter, and just over two and a half inches long.
The vacuum system was now modified to pump up the breasts as well, and larger cups were slid down over the nipple tubes, special seals were fitted where the two joined, and now the pump was restarted.
Her nipples had already begun to lose the maximum size that they’d attained, but once the pump was restarted they quickly pumped up again, and now her breasts were beginning to fill the larger cups too.
Having arranged the nipple and breast pumping, the guys returned to Yvonne’s ass stretching, beginning to pump the purple bladder larger than before.
Now, each time it was pumped up, Yvonne gasped and exclaimed, “Oh my God,” or various expletives as her intestines were stretched. There was no need to consciously force it out now. Her muscles instinctively worked to expel the huge “shit” that it felt was inside her, and her anus stretched and gaped to huge proportions as the three inch bladder forced its way out each time that it was pumped up inside her.
They had done this a half dozen times when the guy controlling the vibrating dildo that was working on Yvonne’s cunt, handed the controller to Rob. “Here, you do this,” he said, I want to fuck the bitch-whore’s throat.”
Rob eagerly took over the controller, and immediately wound it right up to the maximum setting.
“Oo, oh, oh, arrr,” Yvonne started moaning as the vibrations emanating through her cunt made her feel so fabulous.
In the meantime, the guy who had previously worked the vibrator, shoved a thick cushion behind Yvonne’s shoulders so that her head now tipped right back to be almost upside-down. The guy positioned himself so that he could hold her head and fuck her mouth with her head now on the right angle so as to take his long, thick cock through her mouth and right on into and down her throat.
Soon Yvonne was alternately moaning and groaning with the lustful delight of the vibrator working almost continually at the maximum setting on her cunt, then gasping and moaning as the huge inflated bladder of the expandable dildo stretched her ass to incredible proportions. These two stimuli of her lustful moaning, were intermittently overcome by the violent gagging and choking as the guy forced his cock right down into her throat, and then her choking was invariably followed by uncontrollable fits of coughing after he withdrew his cock from her gullet.
On top of these conflicting sensations that totally filled her being, the vacuum pump continued to do its work, and had, by now, swollen Yvonne’s breasts to completely fill the quite large cups of the pumping device and fill her with such lovely sexual sensations.
Rob got some fantastic footage on the video camera, of his wife’s throat being absolutely gorged full of the guy’s huge cock. Footage that showed her being absolutely throttled and suffocated as the thick shaft of the cock slowly disappeared between her lips and showed up as a very definite bulge in her lovely neck. Her eyes watered and opened wide as she found herself unable to breathe, and her head shook and trembled on the cock as she had violent spasms of dry reaching as her body tried unsuccessfully to dislodge the massive cock that was choking her.
The guy didn’t persist with this throat fucking for long; he pulled out groaning with lust and saying that he would “drown the dirty, fucking whore with his cum, if he kept going.”
Once Yvonne had stopped her choking coughing and had regained her breath, the vibrating dildo up her cunt, which her husband had left wound up to maximum while he was busy videoing, began to drive her nearly wild with the fabulous, fantastic sensations that centred on her cunt. She groaned and moaned lustfully, twisting and flexing her body to what small amount her restraints would allow.
“Oh God, it’s beautiful,” she moaned as her hips pumped against the sensational vibrations of the dildo up her cunt.
She rapidly began to lose control, gasping and panting, moaning continuously until orgasmic sensations began to surge through her body.
“Ohhhhh, arrrrrrrrrr,” she gasped, her body swinging about on the leather straps that held her legs high in the air.
Her orgasm fully consumed her. She howled in a lustful delirium of delight. But then the fabulous sensations became so intense that she could take no more.
“Oh God, stop, stop, wait a moment, ohhhhh it’s too much to take,” she wailed in an absolute paroxysm of excruciatingly lustful rapture.
But of course the three men didn’t let up in stimulating Yvonne as much as they possibly could, and they watched enthralled at the wild ravings and writhing of this slut so fantastically experiencing the absolute pinnacle of physical, sexual delight.
Yvonne’s cunt was continually dribbling her juices out, down over her thighs and soaking the sheets of the bed. Eventually though, after some minutes of being in that fantastic state of extreme rapture, she seemed to come through it, and, although her body was still wonderfully full of fantastic sexual feelings, her orgasm lessened and she seemed to regain a degree of normal mental sensability once more.
One of the guys now leered into her face which was covered with a dampness of tiny beads of sweat, such had been the violence of the fantastic orgasm which had wracked her body for so long.
“Do you know what real sluts do, you stupid fucking bitch?” he asked.
Yvonne, still panting lustfully and her eyes still dazed, not knowing what the guy was meaning, shook her head in the negative.
The guy grinned an evil grin. “Real sluts get fucked up their ass,” he told Yvonne, then he positioned himself and, as the inflated bladder of the expandable dildo forced its way out of Yvonne’s body, he located his cock in her now stretched and gaping ass-hole, and slowly slid the whole nine inches of his thick, heavy cock right up into her anal duct.
The other guy, not needed to continue his work in fucking the slut with the blow up dildo, took up a position over Yvonne’s head and began fucking her mouth and forcing his thick, long cock down her gullet.
Rob, absolutely thrilled at the sight of his young wife being double fucked in that way, began to work his hand in Yvonne’s sloppy cunt, easily sliding four fingers up her, and working and working until the main knuckles of his hand entered right into his wife’s cunt. Lots of twisting, turning and pressing irresistably forward, soon had a thumb in as well, and then, with Yvonne’s cunt stretched wide open, his entire fist slipped up inside her cunt.
Under the combined sensations of having her ass-hole deeply fucked, her cunt with Rob’s clenched fist continually pulling out, and then pushing back inside her body, and with her mouth and throat being slowly fucked, Yvonne’s body, which had never left the stage of just verging on another wracking orgasm, entered that fantastic state once more and was totally consumed by fabulous, and so sensationally delicious as to be unbearable, orgasmic sensations that reduced her to a raving half-wit as her mind was totally overcome by her physical rapture.
The three men managed to keep Yvonne in that wild, heavenly state for five or six minutes after which time her mind and body were so spent as to leave her a writhing, panting, gasping, moaning wreck.
Under such fabulous circumstances, the two men fucking ass and mouth, let their passions run wild until each of them climaxing and pouring huge amounts of cum into Yvonne’s body, leaving her ass-hole a sloppy cum-filled cavity, and her mouth full of cum which she gulped down greedily.
Rob, seeing what was happening, could no longer contain himself, and, pulling his clenched fist slurping and squelching from his wife’s cunt, masturbated over her face until his cum gushed forth and covered her face with the gooey mess of his sperm.

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6 – Senior Year – Part 3

Note: As per my other stories, the character names are all changed on the off chance that there is someone who recognizes any of the descriptions of living arrangements or furniture. If this is the first story of mine that you are reading, I have stories before this – while the other stories are not necessary to read, they do help to build up some backstory to where I was in my life at the time. You might find yourself lost with character names or interactions. Once again, while the verbal interaction may not be accurate, the physical interaction is to the best of my recollection.
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After my night with Alexa, we both felt like it was so right, but we knew the repercussions would be pretty extreme. Emily and all of the females we generally hung out with were kind of catty individuals – the kinds who are very into their appearance. Even though most of the guys in our group were pretty laid back, the girls could be downright bitches if they wanted to be. They looked down on the ‘less popular’ people in our school, which wasn’t really saying much. For the most part, everyone in our grade of like eighty people got along pretty well. Not everyone hung out together outside of school, but any one of them was welcome at a party. That being said, the girls definitely felt the need to talk shit about other girls behind their backs for various reasons; clothing choices (outside of school), girls’ boyfriends, general appearance. It’s really something I’ve never been fond of, but back then I didn’t really do anything about it. It didn’t affect me, so whatever.
Alexa and I decided to just do what we could when the opportunity presented itself. Spring Break went somewhat awkwardly. There were ten people going – three couples, myself, another guy Hunter (who was gay), and Seth and Alexa. Alexa had dumped Seth due to his general douchebaggery only a couple weeks before we went to Mexico. Two couples agreed to share a room, I guess because they were fine with having sex with other people right beside them. One couple got a room to themselves, which I’m sure they appreciated. That left Alexa, Seth, Hunter and myself to split the last two rooms we had. Initially the plan became that Alexa would room with Hunter, and I would room with Seth, but Alexa had a novel solution that allowed us to flip that plan around. Claiming that her “Christian values” dictated that Hunter made her very uncomfortable, and that Seth was such an asshole to her, if I could switch rooms with Hunter, that would be ideal. Looking back, I’m pretty sure Hunter knew her excuse was bullshit, but he was a really laid back dude, and had no problems with it – he didn’t act hostile towards Alexa in any way after that. So we spent a week and a half together, partying with the group during the day, before returning to our room together at night to continue our fun time alone.
About a month later, I think it was mid-April or so, I got accepted to the university that was my first choice, as had Bill – we immediately planned to room together, since we’d been great friends since preschool. This news could not have come at a better time – I got the news on a Wednesday or Thursday, and my birthday was on the Friday. My family took me out to celebrate the good news, and I had big plans for my eighteenth birthday for the weekend.
As school let out Friday, I talked over my plans with Emily, and she assured me that she had some things worked out to fill in any gaps there may be. The first thing I was planning on doing was going to my friend’s house to get baked. This was a regular part of my life for a number of years at this point, and it became habitual that we would go get high right after class on Friday – it’s always good to start the weekend off on a high, we would joke.
Later in the evening, I was at home, getting ready to go out, when my Emily called me somewhat unexpectedly.
“Hey, Rob, there’s been a slight change in plans,” she explained.
“Huh?” I asked, kind of confused – everything had been laid out a couple hours before.
“You need to pick up Alexa before you come to dinner is all – her car isn’t working.”
“I don’t have time for this,” I sighed.
“We pushed the reservation back thirty minutes, it’s fine. Can you please just leave soon and pick her up and meet us at the restaurant?”
“K,” I responded, pressing the end call button
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Thirty minutes later, Alexa was running down the steps of her dad’s rental house and jumping into the passenger seat of my minivan.
“What’s going on, Alexa?” I asked.
“What do you mean? Nothing’s going on, we’re going for dinner.”
“What are you talking about?” I was a little skeptical of her reaction. “I meant like ‘how’s it going?’”
“Oh, I’m good. Fine.”
Leaning over, I kissed her gently, before reading out and holding her hand, our fingers intertwined, as started to drive towards the restaurant for dinner.
“So what IS going on,” I asked, smiling and keeping my eyes on the road.
“Nothing’s going on,” she answered, a little too quickly.
“Emily and Christie have planned another huge surprise party for someone’s birthday, haven’t they?” I asked. Christie was the Events Coordinator for the Student Council, and all year she had been trying to plan massive surprise birthdays at restaurants. Honestly, after the first couple, everyone saw this coming a mile away. Not everyone in the grade showed up to these dinners – it was usually only the person’s closer friends and a few others – maybe twenty to thirty people, but it was still a nice gesture.
Alexa’s lack of response was very telling.
“It’s fine, I’ll sarcastically act surprised, like people would expect,” I laughed.
Squeezing my hand, she sighed.
“I don’t get how it’s supposed to be a surprise when Christie organizes one for every weekend,” she answered finally.
“I hate this shit, though. It’s fine when it’s other people’s birthdays, but I don’t really like being the center of attention,” I let go of her hand, pulling over, still in a residential area.
“Please, Rob? I promised Emily I’d get you to dinner.”
“You know, we have plenty of time,” I grinned at her. “It only takes ten more minutes to get there, and Emily told me the reservation had been pushed back half an hour.”
“You’re kidding,” she looked at me.
“Well…” I drifted off, pulling her hand to my jeans-covered cock.
“Rob, I’m just… I’m not comfortable doing it out here. Anyone could walk by. What if a police officer saw us?”
I guess I had gotten used to just fucking wherever and whenever was convenient. I’d had sex in broom closets, cars, offices, bathrooms… the only place I’d made love to Alexa was in a bed, where no one could see us. It hadn’t occurred to me that she was a private person. Almost every girl I’d been with to this point was fine just bending over and taking it. Alexa was different. It wasn’t just sex, it wasn’t just orgasms. It was me making her feel special. It was a display of actual emotional feelings.
“I’m sorry, Alexa,” I said, feeling genuine disgust with myself over the sheer number of meaningless sexual encounters I’d had with some of the sluttiest girls I knew.
“It’s ok. How much time DO we have?”
“Not enough to get somewhere private and make it on time.”
“Just turn around and go back to my house,” she answered.
“What?”
“Just do it, I’ll handle this,” she commanded.
Turning around, I started driving back to her place, wondering what was going on.
“Emily? Hey, it’s Alexa. Ya, I’m with Rob.” I was assuming what she was being asked based on her responses. “No, we’re going to be a bit late. I don’t know like maybe twenty or thirty minutes. Ya, well Rob got a flat tire on my street, so he’s just changing it right now. We’ll be there, just… Ya, I’ll put him on.”
The phone being pressed into my ear, I didn’t know how to act.
Grunting to pretend I was working, I finally spoke, “Ya? Oh hey, babe. Ya, I think I drove over some broken glass or something, the tire is kinda fucked. Ya, I’m working on it. I know – I’m sorry too. I’ll get this done as soon as I can,” I spoke, before the phone was pulled from my ear as we pulled into Alexa’s driveway.
“Ok Em, we’ll be there as soon as we can. I’ll let you know when we’re back on the road,” Alexa said, before hanging up.
Running inside, and upstairs, we were both naked less than a minute later, hands roaming, rediscovering parts of each other that we felt like we hadn’t touched in years. Sitting on her bed, Alexa pulled my cock to her mouth, getting me at full attention, before reaching into a hidden spot under bed and pulling out a condom.
“Nicely hidden away,” I laughed.
“My dad would probably be cool with it, but I don’t want to take a chance,” she replied, pulling me onto the bed.
Quickly, she’d rolled the condom down, making sure it was as far as it was go before straddling me, the fingers of both our hands intertwined once more, as she slowly lowered herself onto my ready cock.
“Oh, fuck!” Alexa cried, her pussy slowly expanding to meet my size.
I started to push up into her, trying to get all the way in – it had been a while since we’d been able to do this. Letting go of her hands, I grabbed her hips, trying to force myself further in. Two hands on my chest stopped me.
“Slower, Rob. We’ve got a bit of time,” she purred at me, before lowering her chest to mine and kissing me passionately.
One hand went to the back of her head, pulling her into me, forcing the kiss to last forever. My other hand, pawed at her plump behind, pulling the cheek to the side, as we lay unmoving, her pussy doing all the work.
Hearing a phone ring, I looked over and saw that Emily was calling again.
“You can’t ignore it, Alexa,” I sighed, as Alexa climbed off and grabbed her phone.
“What?” I heard. “No, we don’t need help, Rob is almost done changing it already. It would be a waste of time – Bill would get halfway here and probably have to turn right around. We’re fine, I think Rob is putting the screw things back on right now,” she looked at me, panicked. “Ok, see you soon,” she bit her bottom lip, unsure of her next step.
Standing up beside her, I picked her up at the waist, and her legs instinctually wrapped around me. Lowering her to the bed, I started to hammer her hard and fast – there wasn’t time if we wanted to do this anymore. Feeling her nails digging into my back, I grabbed her under each armpit, gaining more leverage to fuck her harder and faster.
“Oh Rob!” she screamed, before I kissed her roughly, pushing my tongue into her mouth
Moments later, I felt it coming, and told her so. Pushing me up, she grabbed the condom off me and took me in her mouth, letting my hot semen coat her mouth and throat. I kept thrusting into her mouth even after I stopped shooting, before she finally stood up. Smiling beautifully, she pulled my head down and stood on tiptoes, kissing me on the cheek.
“Did you cum?” I asked her. Every time we’d made love, she had at least twice – usually she did like four or five times.
“No, but that’s ok. Happy Birthday, Rob,” she said, love in her eyes.
Getting dressed quickly, we got back in my van as fast as we could.
—–
Dinner was boring, to put it delicately. As much as I enjoyed spending time with the people I went to school with, I really just wanted to be with Alexa for the rest of my life. I didn’t want to sit through a dinner with twenty-five people (including that asshole Mark) and feign interest in what was going on. The worst part of it all is that Emily had her arm hooked around mine for most of the meal, laying claim to her man – her man whose heart wasn’t in it anymore. Was it ever? I thought so at a time. With this declaration of ownership, I could see the pain in Alexa’s eyes. The realization that, while she and I were making love, I was still returning to Emily and fucking her multiple times a week. That must have been killing her, and at one point she excused herself from the table, and looked like she was about to cry.
“Isn’t anyone going to see if she’s ok?” I asked, looking around.
“She’s fine, Rob,” Emily reassured me.
Nice best friend she was. I waited a minute, before standing up.
“Gonna hit the john,” I declared, pushing my chair back.
No one was even really paying attention – everyone was in conversation, many talking about the recent wave of acceptance letters that had gone out this week.
Heading over to the bathroom, I noticed Alexa sitting on the sidewalk outside, her feet in the parking lot. I ducked out the side door of the restaurant, and went and sat with her.
“Are you ok?”
“Ya, I’m fine. It’s hard.”
“I know. I can see it’s hurting you,” I told her, delicately trying to take her hand in mine.
“You know, but you’re still with her. And I can’t do anything,” she started to sob uncontrollably.
“Alexa, it’s… I don’t know what the fuck to do,” I said. It was true.
“I know,” she cried between breaths. “I’ll be fine. Let’s go back inside.”
I wanted to tell her that I thought I loved her. I knew I did. Everything else in my life just kind of happened. I went to school. I had a girlfriend. I had sex. I worked during the summer. Nothing until my feelings for Alexa felt so right. It felt like it was just what I was doing. Shit just sort of fell into my lap, and I didn’t really care. But Alexa… I couldn’t process the feelings into anything other than ‘meant to be’, as corny as it is.
Standing up, she started walking back into the restaurant, looking back at me.
“Are you coming?” she asked.
“In a minute,” I said. “Go ahead.”
I sat there for a while, unsure of myself. I had missed my opportunity to tell her how I really felt. How could I? We’d had sex maybe twenty times over two months. In that same time, I’d fucked my girlfriend probably ten more times than that. How can you tell someone you love them when you’re willingly engaging in sexual relations with another person… let alone their best friend?
“Are you ok, dude?” Bill had come to find me.
“No,” I answered, not looking at him.
“What’s wrong, bud? It’s your birthday! You’re eighteen today. What could be better?”
“I don’t even know how to talk about it. I don’t know IF I can talk about it.”
“You wanna get out of here?”
“Like just bail?”
“Well, go say you’re not feeling well and I’m gonna drive your van home for you or something. Let’s go roll and just talk,” he offered.
I agreed, heading back inside momentarily, to offer my thanks for everyone’s attendance.
—–
An hour or so later, I had explained to him everything (with the exception of Mrs. Curtis – I didn’t really feel that part was at all relevant to what was going on with me and my feelings for Alexa).
“I still don’t know what to say, man,” Bill told me. “That’s pretty heavy.”
“What would you do?” I asked him, seeking any advice available.
“What can you do?” he sighed with me. “If you leave Emily, you can’t date Alexa… like ever… at least not for the rest of the school year. That’s like some reverse bro code shit or something.”
“Ya, but I don’t really want to be miserable for the last two months of school, either,” I replied.
We both sat there, thinking for a while.
“It’s shitty, dude,” he finally said. “You need to end things with Emily, either way. If she’s cheating on you, which it sounds like she is, that’s fucked up. But you still can’t use that as an excuse to suddenly start dating her best friend, either.”
“So what now? Every time I’m with Alexa, I just want to kiss her and hold her hand, and be happy together. I can’t do that at school, and I can’t do that out of school because if I’m with Alexa, it’s typically because Emily is involved somehow.”
“Well first things, first. Break up with Emily. Then we’ll figure out part two,” he responded.
“I’m not breaking up with her over the phone. I’ll do it in private this weekend or something.”
“Maybe you and Alexa can be together, just not in the presence of other people?” Bill suggested.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
Sitting up, he got very excited.
“No, seriously dude, this is easy. Listen – you’re going to be pretty depressed about breaking up with Emily, right?”
“Not really,” I began, before Bill cut me off.
“No, obviously not really, dumbass. But that’s what people are going to expect. There’d be no way people would expect you to be happy right after breaking up with your girlfriend.”
“Ok?” I asked, trying to follow his plan.
“Well, so it’d be easy for you to spend time with Alexa then. Just tell people you’re not really interested in doing anything and you want to be alone.”
“And what about Alexa?” I asked him.
“What about her?”
“Won’t she have to console her best friend after she gets dumped?”
“If she’s really cheating on you with Mark, I guarantee she’ll be fine within a couple days, dude,” he answered.
“Ya, that’s true,” I said, getting my phone out of my pocket.
“What are you doing?”
“Texting Alexa,” I mumbled, concentrating on the phone.
A minute later, I looked back up at Bill.
“I’m gonna go dude.”
“You alright?” he asked.
“Ya, I’m gonna go see Alexa. I need to talk to her.”
“Alright, brother. Drive safe,” he grinned at me.
—–
A while later, I pulled up at Alexa’s house, knocking on the door.
“Hey Rob,” I was greeted by Mr. Allen – I completely didn’t realize he would be here.
“Uhh, hey, Mr. Allen,” I stammered.
“Kind of late to be showing up, don’t you think?” he asked.
“Well it’s a Friday and, uhh… Sorry. Is… Do you think I could talk to Alexa for a minute?”
“Is she expecting you, Rob?”
“I don’t think so, but it’s really important. I need to thank her for all her help in getting me into university,” I lied.
“Let me go see if she’s decent,” he answered. “Come on in.”
I stood nervously in the front hall of this house, each second feeling like twenty minutes.
Two minutes later, Mr. Allen came back downstairs.
“Rob, she’ll be down in a couple minutes, but she looks upset. I’m going to be in the kitchen if you need anything.” He said, obviously implying that he would be monitoring us.
As Alexa came down the stairs, I could tell she had been crying. Her face was red, her eyes were puffy, and the obvious sign was that her makeup was a mess. Despite all of that, I still couldn’t help smiling when I saw her.
“Can we talk for a minute?” I asked her, trying to get her to look at me.
“I don’t think now’s a good time, Rob. After tonight…” she trailed off.
“Please? I need to say some things to you. Just for a minute. I’ll leave after that,” I said softly.
“Fine. Just for a minute,” she answered, standing there.
“Can we do it privately?” I could see Mr. Allen watching us from the kitchen.
“Is it important?”
“Super,” I replied.
“Dad, we’re going downstairs for a minute,” she hollered over her shoulder. “It’s fine,” she added.
Following her into the basement, I closed the door behind us.
Looking at me in the eyes finally, I stroked her cheek with my knuckle.
“Well?” she asked me, tears starting to form again.
“I’m going to break up with Emily,” I told her.
“That’s it? You drove all the way here to tell me you’re breaking up with your girlfriend? That still doesn’t help, Rob!” she started to raise her voice at me.
“There’s more,” I said, trying to calm her down.
“What’s the point? We know it’s not going to work,” she turned to go back upstairs.
Grabbing her arm, I spun her into me, and looked down at her.
“Alexa… I love you.”
She stared at me, tears pouring out of her eyes.
“Don’t, Rob,” she cried.
“No. I love you. You have to know that I love you,” I begged her, tears forming in my eyes as well.
“Why are you doing this?” she asked, sitting on the steps.
“Because I need you to know,” I sputtered. “I don’t care about anything else. I’ve never felt like anything was right in my life. I just kind of went with the flow.”
I got on my knees in front of her, taking her hands in mine.
“You need to know, this isn’t me saying that what we have is beautiful. This is me telling you, I’m yours.”
She stared at me for a second, before standing up – I quickly followed.
“So…” she started.
“So,” I answered.
“How are we going to be together?”
“I mean… I hadn’t thought that part through all the way, but I can spend time with you outside of school if you want.”
“What good is that, Rob? I maybe have a guy who’s the best thing in my life, and I have to do it in private?”
“I thought you’d be a little happier,” I confessed.
“I’m happy that you love me. I’m happy you’re not going to waste your time with Emily anymore. I’m happy that you drove over here to tell me all of this. But if it doesn’t help us be together, what’s the point?” she asked again.
“What do you want me to do?” I was weeping uncontrollably. “I’ll do it. Just tell me what it is.”
“I don’t know… can I think about it?” she asked.
Here I was, crying my eyes out, having just told the woman I knew was meant for me that I loved her and was willing to do anything for that love, and she needed to think about it. How foolish was I? How did not see this coming when I was talking to Bill.
“I… I guess?” I answered weakly.
The next few minutes were like a blur. I walked halfway up the steps, kissed her goodbye, and then kept walking. I left her house, and drove home, and don’t remember any of it happening.
—–
The next morning, I left Emily a message, asking if I could come by later.
When I did get to see her, I was pretty blunt about things.
“Look, Emily… I don’t think it’s going to work out between us. I know we were thinking there was going to be some fairytale goodbye at the end of summer, but you’re going to a different school than me next year. I’m not happy, and I just don’t think it’s fair to either of us if we keep this going,” I told her.
She was understandably a little mad, but definitely more surprised.
“I’m sorry,” I told her, walking outside to my van. I had definitely been doing a lot of apologizing lately.
Driving home, not even five minutes later, I got a call from Alexa.
“I didn’t think you were seriously going to break up with her,” she said. “At least not that fast.”
“Ya, well. I dunno.”
“Are you ok?” she asked.
“I’m fine. I’m just gonna go home and work out or something,” I told her, not really wanting to talk to her until she had made a decision.
I didn’t know what to do. I’d just broken up with my only girlfriend I’d had to that point, with no certainty that I would even be involved with the girl who I cared so much about. I didn’t hear anything the rest of the weekend.
—–
Monday morning came, and I was really not looking forward to seeing Emily, and even more worried about seeing Alexa. I hadn’t talked to her in two days, and hadn’t seen her since Friday night. I could deal with Emily giving me the gears over my sudden decision, but waiting for news, be it good or bad, is always the most frustrating thing.
“Hey, Asshole,” Emily greeted me as I walked towards my locker.
Sighing, I just put my head down and decided to power through the day. I didn’t see Alexa that morning, and we didn’t have any classes together, so who knew when I would see her next. I did, however, have a lot of classes with Emily, so that was pleasant. Every time I even looked in her direction, I was met with a death stare, and a few whispered ‘fuck you’s. I did my best to ignore her, at least until the angry attention turned to indifference.
During lunch that day I had orchestral band practice, and since our spring concert was coming up, Alexa was working in the theater booth. She didn’t take music, despite being incredibly talent at the saxophone, but she worked the booth for most of the productions put on by the school – part of her grade in drama depended on it. Since I was in percussion, there typically long periods of time (sometimes entire lunches) where I had to be there, but not play a thing while the music teacher worked on specific sections. I used one of these breaks to walk up to the back of the theater, and duck out the door and into the booth.
“Hey,” I whispered to her, realizing she was alone in there.
“Hey,” she whispered back, making sure the lighting setup was fine for what was going on.
“Look, I know it’s only been a couple days, but do you have anything for me?” I asked, hopeful for a response.
“Ya, I think I do,” she answered, turning to smile at me for a second.
“Well?” I asked a minute or so later.
“Sorry, I’m trying to concentrate,” she answered. “Can you meet me after school, so we can talk?”
“Ya, but only for like a minute. I have other band practice after school today.”
“Hmm. I can’t stay here that late. Can we talk on the phone later?”
“I guess. I can come over or something, too. Maybe we could go out for dinner if you want?”
“That would be ok. Do you want to just come over and I’ll make something?”
“That would be fantastic,” I replied. “Just let me know when and I’ll be over – practice is usually done before six.”
“PERCUSSION!” I heard the yell from the stage.
“Oh shit, I gotta go,” I turned to leave.
“Rob,” Alexa said, getting my attention quickly.
“Ya?”
“I love you too,” she said, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek.
If I thought I was a bit hazy on my weekend, I could not for the life of me tell you what happened the rest of that day. I’m pretty sure between the two band practices I fucked up about a hundred times in only a couple hours, but I didn’t really care – I was on cloud nine.
—–
I arrived at Alexa’s with some roses, still feeling giddy as can be. It was like I was a kid again going to Disney World for the first time and seeing Goofy chilling in the Magic Kingdom.
She had made some pasta with chicken in it – the pasta wasn’t cooked perfectly, but it really didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was that we couldn’t stop smiling at each other. This just felt so right that I’m surprised I never noticed a spark between us before. She must have, but I always found her presence somewhat irritating in the past, because it meant I wasn’t alone with Emily.
After dinner, we went for a walk, just holding hands, and enjoying the darkness. We would stop to kiss every so often, and we knew we weren’t going to be noticed by anyone we went to school with. The closest person in our class was probably Emily, who was a good fifteen-minute drive away – most other people lived within five to ten minutes of the school.
As we made our way back inside, we knew it was getting late – at least for a school night. My parents were ok with me not showing up on weekends, but they weren’t so thrilled if I stayed out too late during the week.
“My dad’s not going to be home until late – he had a dinner meeting way outside the city,” Alexa told me, shyly smiling at me, while she twisted a little back and forth.
“You don’t say,” I laughed, checking my watch. “I dunno, Alexa. Tonight was perfect, but it’s getting kinda late.”
“Well, you should probably go, then, shouldn’t you?” she asked me, before pulling me closely and snuggling into my chest.
“I gueeeeess I can stay for a bit,” I leaned down, kissing her on the forehead. “If you insist,” I laughed, allowing her to lead me upstairs.
As we entered her room, she told me to close to lie on her bed and relax. Lying down beside me, Alexa wrapped her leg over mine, and threw her arm over my chest, kissing me on the neck.
“You have no idea how happy I am right now,” I sighed, enjoying the feeling of her next me.
“Me too,” she purred at me, unbuckling my belt.
I lifted my hips to let her get my pants off, before sitting up and taking my shirt off. As I sat there in just my boxers, she straddled me, kissing me and sucking on my tongue. The only second our mouths were apart for the next ten minutes were when I lifted her shirt over her head.
As she rocked her hips back and forth on my still covered cock, she aggressively bit my lip, causing me to let out a rather loud moan. I thought I knew how to kiss well before, but Alexa made it an art form, using every part of her mouth in ways I had barely tried before.
Pushing her back, I rose up, dropping my boxers before I continued to grind on her for a moment, before she pushed me back to take her jeans and thong off. She lay back, handing me a condom and spreading her legs to grant me access. Slipping the condom on, I lowered myself once more to her, taking in every inch of her body with my eyes and nose, tasting as many parts as I could.
“I love you, Rob,” she whispered to me, as my face once again met hers.
“I love you too,” I answered, entering her for the first time as her boyfriend.
Her pussy slowly expanded to fit my cock, her lips squeezing me tightly, but not in a painful way. We locked lips once more, as I slowly began to thrust my prick in and out. Her legs wrapped around, gripping my ass tightly, holding me in her as our tongues danced.
Releasing her breasts from their fortress, I grazed her nipples with my chest, watching happily as her breasts succumbed to gravity
Feeling her legs loosen their grip just slightly, I returned to previous rhythm, picking up speed until the only sounds that could be heard were Alexa’s moaning and the sound of our skin slapping together like a metronome. Her hands grabbed my ass, squeezing roughly, causing me to quicken my pace until she put her hands on my chest.
Once I had pulled out, Alexa got out from beneath me and turned over, lying with her head sideways, her breasts and knees on her bed – the only thing in the air was her juicy, plump ass, beckoning me to return my cock to its home. I grabbed her left cheek with my hand, spreading her open to get a good look at her asshole as I delicately pushed my cock back into her hot pussy.
“I want it hard, baby,” Alexa moaned, her head now buried in pillows.
I answered her request with my actions, grabbing her hips for support. I started to fuck her harder and harder, every smack of our skin echoed with a muffled squeal of ecstasy. I heard her scream out as her pussy grabbed a death hold on my cock, refusing to let it out while her orgasm overtook her. Waiting for her to stop shaking, I gently started to push in and out again, as she recovered from her brief high.
“More,” she cried impatiently into the pillow, her hips rocking to meet my thrusts now.
Spitting on her tasty-looking asshole, I gingerly ran my thumb across the puckered hole, trying to gauge a response. Sensing no discouragement, I decided to gently apply pressure with my thumb as my cock continued to piston and out of her sex.
“Roooob”, Alexa moaned deeply, feeling the intruder at her back door.
Not seeing any reason to stop, I slowly pushed my thumb in, just to the first knuckle. Her pussy started to grip me again, an orgasm likely soon to follow. Moving my small piece of thumb in and out gently, I reached around with my other hand and rubbed her clit to bring her to a second quick orgasm.
Pulling out of both holes, she laid in the same position, breathing heavily for a moment, before looking back at me and asking what the hell I just did?
“Not ok?” I responded.
“Different,” she answered hastily, before pushing me onto my back
Straddling me once again, Alexa dropped quickly onto my still hard member, trying to coax me towards an orgasm of my own. I was pushing up lightly every time she dropped on me again, and playing with her tits, when she grabbed my hands.
“Which one was it?” she asked.
“What?” I responded, my breathing starting to get heavier.
“Which finger?” she asked again.
“This one,” I said, showing her my thumb.
Slamming her pussy down onto my cock harder and faster, she took my hand which was trying to return to her nipple, and brought it up to her mouth. Her mouth was now suctioning the thumb, which minutes ago was inside her asshole, as she looked into my eyes, lust burning inside hers.
This girl had been a virgin just a couple months ago, and here she was, riding my cock like she’d been doing it for years. The sight of my thumb, coupled with the knowledge of where it had just been, was enough to push me over the edge, and I came hard, as she kept licking every inch of that thumb.
She brought her lips to mine, kissing me gently with closed lips, as my cock still twitched inside her.
Lying there satisfied, I could finally feel confident that my girlfriend was the right girl for me, and that there was no way I could ever do the things I had done behind Emily’s back to Alexa… could I?
———-
Author Note: I couldn’t figure out how to find a balance between the erotic literature and the story telling while fitting my entire senior year tale into just three stories. There’s more to tell, but I don’t really want to spoil the fun, so I won’t say anything more than there being one or maybe two stories left.
Some of the comments have indicated there isn’t enough sex, and I would just like to take the time to say that this isn’t really a ‘sex series,’ as you may see in other parts of the site. There will be sex in every story, but my writing style does not really work with copious amounts of sex in the story. I write my stories in the shape of many of my favorite stories on this site. I enjoy building the erotic tension, and the story, which allows (in my opinion) for the character interaction to actually be meaningful. My goal isn’t just to get a bunch of guys and girls to orgasm immediately, but to help them get there using their imaginations and the text before them.
Also, I would just like to point out now (so some people hopefully save themselves some time in the comments section): there will be no one getting pregnant in this series. I will not have sex with my mother in this series. These are stories that are mostly accurate and based on my sexual experiences growing up. I understand the desire for that in many stories (a lot of the best written stories on this site do contain incest), but that is not something that I will be writing about any time soon. I have my story to tell (over many installments) before I even contemplate that.

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Out of Order

There may have been a sign on the restroom door, but Chris paid it no mind. He felt as if he might lose control over his bladder if he didn’t find a toilet immediately. Although nearly eleven years old, and well out of diapers, his bladder seemed a bit weak at times, and he was desperate to avoid an accident. As he stood in front of the last urinal (he always chose the one furthest from the door, back then), fumbling with the button on his blue denim shorts, he heard the door open, then close, then the snap of the lock.
“No big deal,” Chris thought. He understood the need some people have for privacy. “I’d have locked it myself if I wasn’t about to burst.” Later, when he was finally able to use public restrooms again, he would never forget the lock, never. He heard footsteps, hard-soled shoes clacking across the room on the tile floor, echoing in his direction. “Probably going to sit down in the stall behind me,” he thought. The footsteps stopped behind him.
“This toilet is out of order, can’t you read?” a voice boomed, a voice that was much deeper than any Chris had expected to hear in the boys’ room of an elementary school. Chris jumped a little, quite startled. He forgot all about the button on his shorts and froze like a statue with a warm wetness filling his underwear and running down his leg.
“Look what you did,” the voice boomed. “Now you’ve made a mess. You should learn to control yourself, filthy little….” His voice trailed off, and he seemed to be deep in thought. “I know,” he exclaimed, and grabbed Chris’ shorts, pulling them roughly down to the floor. “You can clean it up with those.”
Chris was so scared he could barely speak. His bladder was finally empty, about half of its contents soaking his clothes, the other half in a puddle spreading across the bathroom floor. He couldn’t keep a thought in his head, they all flew away before he could grab them, but he kept thinking he had heard that voice before. Whenever he tried to place it in his memory, a wave of fear would overtake him and he had to struggle to keep his knees from buckling.
“Are you going to clean up after yourself?” the voice asked, sounding almost amused. “You can’t just leave it there. Do you like being a messy little boy? Do you like peeing all over yourself?”
“N-no,” Chris answered.
“I think you do, and I’ll have to teach you to clean yourself up. Now, take off those messy shorts.”
Chris wanted to run, but he couldn’t move. He wanted to scream but his throat would produce no sound. Slowly, his muscles began to work, but instead of running, he was bending down, reaching for his wet shorts. A hand grabbed the elastic waistband of his soaked underwear.
“No, boy, these, too.”
Chris stammered, “Y-you can’t do this, I’m n-not…”
“Not what?” the voice boomed back. “You’re dirty, I watched you make that mess, now you’re going to clean it up.” The hand pulled down on the waistband, it stretched a few inches, then the underwear started sliding down to join the shorts on the floor, around Chris’ ankles. “Now you’ve got me dirty, too,” the voice said while the hand wiped itself on Chris’ shirt. “You’re in a lot of trouble, boy.” Chris stood as still as he could, he didn’t know what was happening but he didn’t want to make it any worse. He was all but paralyzed with fear, the world seemed to be moving in slow-motion, but his mind finally began to put a face with that booming voice: a squished-looking, moustached, round, and chubby visage that belonged to the school’s security guard.
“He’s supposed to keep us safe, right?” Chris thought. “What’s happening here?”
“You’re going to do as I say,” the voice warned. His breath seemed to be getting quicker and deeper. “If you don’t listen, you’ll be in detention for the rest of the year.”
Chris thought, “But the year’s only just started.” He still couldn’t move his legs, or his arms, but he thought he could turn his head. As he began to turn and look behind himself, another hand (not the dirty one) settled on top of his head and firmly held it facing forward.
“You don’t need to see, just listen, and do as I say,” The guard said. “It’ll be better if we just get this over with.” As he was talking, Chris could hear the sound of the zipper on the guards pants. “Put your hands on the urinal, and keep them there. Keep your feet planted.” Chris did as he was told, placing his hands on the cold porcelain. He heard the buckle on the guard’s belt hit the tile, and felt something stiff and warm against his backside.
“Are you gonna spank me?” Chris asked, his voice trembling.
“No, boy, I think you’re a little big for that. I’ve got a better idea.” The guard’s hands cradled Chris’ butt cheeks, rubbed them a little, then pushed them apart. “You’ll like this, all dirty boys do.” The guard then knelt down and began to lick Chris’ anus. “That should clean you up a little.” He spat into his palm and rubbed it on himself, stood up, and parted Chris’ cheeks again. “I can see your little dick getting hard. Told you you’d like it.” Chris realized with horror that what the guard said was true. His dick was stiffer than it had ever been, throbbing with each beat of his heart. The guard placed the tip of his penis, glistening with saliva, against Chris’ anus. “Just relax and take it like a big boy. You want to be a big boy, don’t you?” He put his hands on Chris’ hips, holding him steady, and pushed his penis into Chris’ anus.
“Aaahhooww,” Chris exclaimed.
“Just be quiet, you know you like it,” the guard said. He pushed his penis in as deep as it would go, then pulled it almost out. “Dirty. Little. Boy.” With each word he thrust his penis in, and Chris thought it would burst out of his belly if it got any deeper inside him. His own penis was still throbbing, and somehow the sensation of his butt being filled by this man’s dick excited him and terrified him at the same time. The guard kept thrusting, each thrust brought one word out of him. “Dirty. Little. Boy. Dirty. Little. Boy.” Suddelny, his pace quickened, and he was panting too hard to speak his mantra. He gave one mighty final thrust, burying his dick deep in Chris’ butt. Chris could feel it throbbing and pumping something hot inside him. Then, with his penis still inside Chris, he slid one hand off of Chris’ hip and caressed Chris’ penis. “You like it, you all like it,” He said breathlessly. He began rubbing up and down Chris’ little penis, lightly pushing his own into Chris’ butt. “And now I’m inside you forever. You belong to me.”
Chris felt dizzy, and his whole body was starting to tingle. Each time the guard pushed into him from behind, he became more dizzy. Each time the guard pulled him in front, he felt more tingly. The sensations became more intense until he felt his whole being trying to squeeze out of his penis. As it went, he felt something coming into him, a new self that relished the thought of the guard’s words.
“I belong to him.” Chris thought. The guard released Chris’ penis and pulled his own out of Chris’ butt. Chris kept his hands on the urinal. He had never let them leave, and he was proud of that. “I’m his now.” He felt very empty without the man inside him, but he didn’t dare speak.
“I guess you don’t cum yet, boy, which means you only have to clean one of us up,” the guard said. Turn around and face me, boy.” Chris did as he was told, turning slowly and keeping his eyes on the floor. His butt felt slippery, and he liked it. “Down on your knees, boy.” Chris knelt in front of the guard, his face inches from the guard’s still-hard dick. “Open your mouth.” Chris opened his mouth. “Keep your lips over your teeth.” He put his hand on the back of Chris’ head and pulled it toward him. Chris could smell his butt on the man, and something else. “Suck all that cum off there, boy.” Chris thought his penis might be getting hard again, but he kept his eyes shut and concentrated on the dick in his mouth. He didn’t want to make the guard unhappy by gagging or choking, and he wanted to taste every last drop of the man’s cum as it slid down his throat. “So you like this, too,” The guard said, noticing Chris’ penis. He pulled Chris’ head back, saying “You’ll be a good boy from now on, and do everything I say, won’t you?” Chris finally opened his eyes, and stared at the guard’s penis.
“Yes, sir,” he said to the penis. “I belong to you.”
“That’s good, boy.”
Chris began to feel very light-headed, his vision losing focus. He fell onto his side, his face splashing in the puddle he had made in another life. Some time later, Chris awoke with the feel of cold, wet tile on his cheek. His head was foggy, but he could see the bathroom, and the man fastening his belt in front of the sink. As Chris began to get his senses back he felt wetness all over him, and a throbbing in his backside. “I must have fallen,” he thought, but this was different from a playground bruise. “Why am I all wet?” he thought, but aloud he said “I guess I didn’t make it to the toilet in time.” He pushed himself up onto his elbows, and looked at the man.
“Looks like you passed out,” the man said. ”We’ll have to do this again some time, so you can learn to follow the rules. You look a little pale, you should go to the office and call your parents, I bet your mom can bring you a fresh pair of shorts so you don’t have to wear those smelly wet ones all day.” Then, an afterthought: “I’ll be watching you.”
“Th-thank you, sir,” Chris replied. He stumbled over to the sink, and began splashing water on his face. “What a nice guy,” he thought. “He’ll never tell anyone about my accident.”

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