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Vickie’s Abduction

Vickie unknowingly gets the attention of a local stalker rapist as she shops at the local super market. He kidnaps her and rapes her as she worries about him killing her. Her thoughts were to survive what ever he does to her.

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Queen Yavara: Chapter 12

This one was a tough rewrite. I’d gotten some deserved criticism on the original for making Yavara’s character too fluid, so I changed her reasoning for some of the things she does here. Yavara, while over all a pretty good person, is not without flaws.

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Don The Degenerate Doorman: 8C Carrie The Comely Co-Ed

Don The Degenerate Doorman: 8C Carrie The Comely Co-ed
By rutger5 (An Original Story – Copyright 2013)
(Dedicated to marriecarrie if you’re still out there.)
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It was my favorite part of the workday, well really that’s quitting time so I suppose it was my second favorite time. I had already taken lunch and my co-worker Jose was taking his and once he returned there would only be an hour remaining until quitting time. For the most part it was quiet with the normal deliveries to the building already having taken place and since it was a weekday afternoon many of the building residents were at work.
Some stay at home wives or retirees might still occasionally pass through the lobby necessitating my opening the door for them and in a little while the nannies would be heading out en masse to pick up their young charges when school let out but these were the exceptions, not the rule.
There was enough free time to check the newspaper to see if any of my horses had won their race the previous day and while doing so I noticed in an ad that one of my favorite strip club haunts had introduced body sushi. Not sure about that idea – I mean if there was a bad odor how would you be sure where it was coming from – the girl it rested on or the fish itself. After finishing the sports section I folded the paper and put it on the desk and looked up.
As soon as I did I noticed two people approaching the entrance. Getting to my feet I walked over toward the front door. They’d stopped out front and were kissing as I watched from the vestibule, leaving me unsure of whether to open the door for them or not. The young woman was an attractive college co-ed who lived with her parents on the 8th floor and she was with the latest in a long line of losers, ne’er do wells and riff raff that she chose to associate with, much to her poor parents chagrin.
He was practically mauling her as they made out, with both his hands all over her shapely butt and one of his legs was in between hers pressing into her covered mound. I saw him whisper something in her ear and she giggled in response after which they broke their embrace. He still kept one of his hands on her ass as they turned toward the building again, prompting me to open the front door for them.
“Good afternoon Miss Hart,” I said as they passed inside.
“Hi,” was all she said in reply but she gave me a little smile to go along with it, which lit up the vestibule brighter than a Christmas tree.
They passed into the lobby and even though her low hanging, baggy pants wearing companion protested she first went toward the mailboxes. Showing his class he ground his narrow hips into her ass while she unlocked her mailbox and removed the envelopes inside. I’d returned to my position at the front desk while considering how best to proceed when I decided to throw caution to the wind and act. So I waited until she’d closed the mailbox and they were heading to the elevators to speak up.
“Excuse me Miss Hart, but may I have a word with you?”
They turned and I could see him roll his eyes that were half hidden under his shaggy hair but she gave him a quick kiss before coming my way.
“What is it Don?” she asked, absently flicking her long, brown, curly hair with her delicate hand.
“I shouldn’t even be telling you this Miss, but I’d hate for you get into any trouble. The deal is that your parents have asked me to keep my eyes open and see if you bring any guests upstairs while they’re not home. And if you do, they want me to make note of it and inform them.”
I had to force myself to not laugh in her face from her reaction, for her jaw literally dropped and she looked like a deer caught in the headlights right before it became road kill. Her eyes widened and she swallowed nervously as she digested what I had revealed to her before she regained a modicum of control.
“Are you serious, my parents, like, have you spying on me?”
“Afraid so Miss. Their instructions were quite specific in regards to this. If you bring anyone upstairs they want me to write down what time, how long your guest stays and most importantly the sex of the visitor.”
“Fuck!” she said in a loud voice, but fortunately besides her friend and me no one else was in the lobby to hear her outburst.
She stood there for a minute thinking when an idea came to her.
“Well, you don’t have to say anything, do you? I mean, it’s not like part of your job to spy on people, is it?”
“Not really but I have to tell you that your family has always been very generous to me and I wouldn’t want to do anything that would cause that to change,” I answered truthfully.
“Damn! Fuck!” she said as my words thwarted her plans. “Well thanks, I guess, for at least, like, letting me know. Otherwise I’d be, like hearing about it from my bitch mother. I know she must be the one behind this. Fuck!”
With that final curse she turned on her heel and walked back to meet her companion. The two of them whispered together for a minute then without glancing my way they turned and left the building. After first waiting a minute to give them time to put some distance between themselves and the building I ambled outside and looked up the block. They were approaching 78th Street and when they reached it the couple turned onto it to head in the direction of the park.
Ah, young lust. Throw up a roadblock and they’ll find a way to circumvent it. No doubt they would soon be scaring the squirrels while following the eternal example of the birds and bees. Well that wasn’t my problem. I had no desire to police anyone and only agreed to keep my eyes open due to past (and hopefully future) generosity by her parents. If she wanted to bang every loser in NYC that was her business I figured. I’d accomplished what I wanted though, finding a way to not be a snitch while at the same time not deceiving the Harts. All in all a satisfactory outcome.
A little later once my shift ended I’d left the building and was headed toward 77th Street in order to catch the subway. I could hear someone behind me rapidly approaching but thought nothing of it until I felt a hand touch my arm. Whirling around I found myself staring at Miss Hart, who seemed slightly winded.
“You really walk fast Don, I wasn’t sure I’d like catch up to you. What’s the rush, you like have a hot date or something?”
“Nothing like that Miss Hart. I usually wait until the evening for my dates, hot or otherwise.”
“Hmm, I’m not so sure about that, at least if the gossip I’ve heard is true. The word is some of your hottest dates happen like when you’re working.”
If she was hoping to get a reaction from me then she must have been disappointed by my lack of one. With my Ray Bans on, my eyes were hidden from view but it wouldn’t have mattered in any case. I was pretty adept at hiding my thoughts and feelings and the fact she’d heard about some of my extra curricular activities didn’t faze me. Now if certain married male tenants had confronted me thus I might have worried a bit, but otherwise I considered it good advertising of my prowess.
“No answer, huh?” she asked and my only reply was to shrug my shoulders and give her a half smile.
“Fine, that doesn’t matter anyway but I do want to talk to you.”
“I’m not stopping you Miss Hart,” I answered but she made a face when I did.
“Don, would you mind calling me Carrie instead of Miss Hart. You’re not at work so you don’t have to be like so formal, you know, and it makes me sound old.”
“Fine by me Carrie. Now what do you want to talk about?”
“Do we have to, like do this on the street?”
“Okay, you want an iced coffee or something?” I asked indicating a famous overpriced coffee chain across the street.
A few minutes later she was sitting across from me enjoying a venti mocha latte iced coffee while I sipped a grande regular hot coffee. We sat in silence for a few minutes for I felt no need to rush anything. When she wanted to talk she could, until then I was content to drink my coffee and stare at her.
For Carrie was very easy on my eyes with her long, curly, brown hair and pretty face and since she was wearing an electric blue spaghetti strap style tank top I also was able to appreciate her perky breasts. With the store’s air conditioning blasting, her nipples were like hard pebbles leading me to believe she wasn’t wearing a bra. She didn’t really need to, for her young breasts appeared quite firm with no sagging but at her young age that was to be expected.
“Um, excuse me,” I heard her say, causing me to shift my eyes upward to her face. “Enjoying the view Don?”
“Very much so Carrie, though it’s just as nice where I’m looking now,” I replied with my trademark leer plastered on my face.
“Well I can’t blame you for looking at the girls, they are spectacular.”
“Yes, they most certainly are, as is the rest of you in my opinion.”
That response made her smile and a second later she flipped her curly hair as she studied my face.
“The reason I wanted to talk was, like, I was wondering if we could work out some kind of deal, you know?”
“No, not really. What kind of deal are we talking about Carrie?”
“A deal so that I can do what I want and not have to worry about my parents like finding out about it.”
“That is a problem because as I told you earlier your parents have been very generous with me. If I look the other way and they find out I’ve been playing them for suckers then my tips will dry up at the least. And though I can’t get into official trouble, it would be very bad for my reputation to lie to tenants.”
“Well how much do they give you? Maybe I can top it.”
“Since from what they’ve told me you’re a full time student who doesn’t work and that they support you, that might prove difficult.”
“Well Don,” she said while batting her eyelashes at me, “not everything has to be about money.”
No sooner had she said this then I felt her hand touch my leg a little above my knee and when my eyes met hers she winked at me.
“Why you little slut Carrie.”
“Yeah, so what? Nothing wrong with that, is there?”
“Not from where I’m sitting there isn’t. So do you want to do this now Carrie, or what?”
“Like yeah. We can go now but we should hurry ’cause my parents usually get home by six.”
“Carrie, weren’t you listening? There is no way I’m going to your family’s apartment and hooking up with you. It defeats the whole purpose of what I’m hoping to accomplish.”
“Then where? Not outdoors, thank you very much. Jayson tried to do me in Central Park and I told him no way. He’s lucky he got a blowjob.”
“We can go to my place, this way you aren’t bringing anyone to the apartment and even more importantly I’m not going there. C’mon lets go catch the train.”
“So where do you live Don?”
“In Bay Ridge, we just have to take the 4 or 5 then transfer to the R. Think of it as an adventure Carrie. You know, an upper east side princess going to Brooklyn and all.”
“I’ve been to Brooklyn before,” she sniffed as we got up to go.
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Ah, life is good I thought to myself. It was a little over an hour later and I was sitting in my recliner with an open ice cold PBR on the table next to me as I took a hit from a big, fat spliff. I inhaled the pungent smoke deeply and held it in a minute before exhaling.
“Carrie, do you want any?” I inquired as I looked down while offering her the herb.
In order to answer, she first had to release my hard cock from her mouth which had been expertly sucking it.
“Thanks Don,” she replied as she reached up.
I handed her the joint and watched as her pretty lips wrapped around it and she took a few tokes before giving it back to me. Once she returned it Carrie resumed sucking my joint and man she was talented. Not tooting my own horn but my cock is above average in size yet she was handling it like it was nothing.
Carrie’s warm mouth would engulf a good portion of it while her nimble tongue licked it like a lollipop. Her hands kept themselves busy as well, stroking the bottom half of my shaft and massaging my full balls as she sucked me. She stopped sucking when I again offered her some smoke but one of her hands continued to stimulate me even as she inhaled. This time when she resumed she went all out with her oral effort and started to take me deeper each time, my cock head now entering her throat.
She pulled off me one more time and after stroking me a few times she angled my cock like she preferred and opened her lips wide. Carrie now slid her head down my shaft all the way, deep throating me as her hand continued to play with my swollen balls. My free hand grabbed her hair and held her in place for a minute before releasing the young woman.
Again she released me but only long enough to take a few breaths then once again she did her sword swallowing act. I was getting close so this time my hand sought out her shapely breast and squeezed it through her top. Carrie moaned and the vibrations went right to my cock and stimulated it even more. When I thought about what I planned to do with her later this was enough to push me off the precipice.
“Yes, fuck!” I cried out, “I’m going to cum!”
She pulled her head up some so I was no longer in her throat though she kept my helmet head in her welcoming mouth as I came. Shot after glorious shot I discharged as her hand squeezed my balls and her tongue lashed my cockhead. When no more cum was left Carrie pulled her mouth off me but she continued to lick me to make sure she’d left none behind.
Only when she satisfied that was the case did she move her head. Looking my way she dazzled me with her smile before licking her sexy lips. My hand had kept kneading her firm, young breast and now Carrie placed her hand over mine as I did.
“Well that was great Carrie, thanks. Now what do you say about taking off your clothes so we can continue.”
“Hmm, I don’t remember agreeing to that Don,” she replied though I could clearly see the lust reflected in her eyes.
“We didn’t actually work out the details but it’s the next logical step. You sucked my cock and now its time for me to return the favor. After I first make you cum a few times licking your pussy then we can fuck.”
“You have it all worked out I see,” she replied but she must have agreed with me in principle because as soon as she finished speaking she took hold of her blue top and pulled it up and over her head.
“Sweet,” I exclaimed as her beautiful bosom was revealed to me in all its naked glory.
Unwilling to wait a second longer I stood up while offering Carrie my hand to assist her to her feet. Once she too was standing I only had to bend slightly for she was fairly tall, around five foot seven if I had to hazard a guess, to attach my eager mouth to her succulent breast.
The comely college co-ed let out a gasp as my teeth closed on her nipple gently and I sucked as much of her breast into my mouth that I could fit. My hand took hold of her other one and I pinched that nipple at the same time so that they both were receiving the attention they deserved. Her hand ran through my hair as she encouraged my efforts and I wondered how long she could take this attention before stopping me.
Carrie seemed content to let my mouth feast on her bosom as I switched between her breasts while continuing to fondle the one that wasn’t in my mouth at any given time. Wanting to step things up I used my free hand to start to rub the nexus between her thighs and even through the material I could feel the outline of her vulva.
When I did this her breathing became more rapid and irregular while her moans increased in both volume and intensity. Desiring to touch her and not her clothing my hand crept up to the button of her stretch jeans and undid it before pulling down her zipper. Once that was accomplished it was quite easy to slide my fingers beneath her panties. They encountered soft, downy hair on their travels to her juicy peach which they reached next.
Carrie let out a loud moan as I touched her wet pussy for the first time and by this point I desired to taste her so badly that it was all I could think of. My hands stopped what they were doing and both went to the waistband of her jeans where they tugged and pulled until her pants were at mid thigh. Only then did I release her shapely breast from my mouth and after spinning her body around I pushed her back onto my recliner.
She laughed as she landed in my chair and even before she was settled I was kneeling in front of her. Her flats were the first things off and they were followed shortly by her stretch jeans, leaving her clad only in her panties. My hands pushed her thighs wide apart and I pressed my face against the thin material that separated me from what I truly desired. Her scent was already strong and I felt it intoxicating me with its sublime power.
My lips kissed it through her panties as my hands took hold of the fabric and tore it with all my strength. They ripped easily and I tossed the scraps to the floor as I beheld her womanhood in all its feminine glory. There was a small, well groomed landing strip of brown pubic hair just above it and her slightly parted lips glistened with her womanly secretions urging me to taste her.
When my tongue first ran her full length, starting at the bottom and continuing upwards until flicking her partially hooded clit Carrie let out a throaty moan. When I then forced my tongue inside her wet hole, probing as deep as I could reach, it became louder and her hand grabbed hold of my hair tightly. Sliding my tongue out of her tight channel I began to lick her lips with a fervor that appeared to catch her by surprise in its intensity and she let loose with a number of grunts and groans.
After a few minutes of licking her outsides I again slid my tongue in her as my fingers spread her labia wide open. It burrowed deep up her pussy and I moved it from side to side lashing her inner walls with each motion. Once I forced it to its limit, my nose was then pressing on her erect clit at the same time.
Carrie started to roll her hips in response which no doubt stimulated her even more for I didn’t slacken my pace any so she was getting it good. The only other thing I could do to add to her pleasure was to reach up and grab her breasts and tweak her erect nipples.
“Oh yes Don, that feels like so great! Oh! Yes!” she practically screamed and a moment later I felt her thighs clamp onto my head in the throes of her passion.
Knowing that she was cumming only made me redouble my efforts and I managed to increase the speed of my tongue while pinching her nipples harder. Her hips bucked a bit but I held on doggedly, not allowing her to escape as I continued to savor her taste and smell. It was only after she relaxed a bit that I let her go and raised my head to look at her face.
It was still flushed from her climax and she had a satisfied expression on it but that only spurred me on. My tongue then started to trace a circle around her clit as my index finger slipped into her channel and I could feel her internal muscles squeeze it when it did.
“Damn Carrie, you have one sweet, tight little pussy,” I told her before resuming licking her nub.
“Do you like it Don? I’m glad,” she said and a second later she moaned as I worked a second finger into her.
I drove them in and out of her and as I did she became wetter and wetter until they made a squishing sound each time they slid in. When I sucked her clit into my mouth so I could lick and suck it at the same time Carrie let me know that she liked that.
“Yes Don yes! That’s it, right there. Oh yes, don’t stop!”
By now my cock had recovered from my earlier orgasm and it was fully erect and just waiting to be put someplace wet and tight. But before I did there was the small matter of making Carrie cum again from my mouth and fingers. She had opened up enough that I was able to slide my full fingers inside her pussy with no problem and her clit was engorged from my sucking on it.
When I curled my fingers to stimulate her g-spot Carrie let loose with a deluge of pussy juice as this final tactic drove her to orgasm again. This time my fingers were held helpless as her vagina contracted mightily on them and she yanked on my hair so hard it brought tears to my eyes. After a minute of this she started to relax a bit giving me the opportunity I’d been waiting for.
My fingers slid from her as my mouth released her clit and I next brought the aforementioned digits to her full lips and presented them to her. Being the little slut she was Carrie sucked on them until no fluid remained on them except her saliva.
While she did this I started to run my cock across the furrow of her pussy lips like a plow. This had the effect not only of making us feel good and stimulating our sensitive nerve endings but also coating the underside of my thick cock with her slick pussy juice. When she was finished sucking my fingers Carrie reached down and grabbed my shaft but in the position I was in she was unable to guide it where she wanted to.
“Don, stop teasing me and put it in me,” she pleaded to me with a petulant expression.
“Your wish is my command Carrie,” I replied as I pulled my hips back just enough that she was able to guide my swollen head to the entrance of her little hole.
For a couple of seconds I left it there with the helmet head right at the entrance before I forced it deep. That caused a moan to escape her red lips and I gave an answering groan as I felt her pussy’s power on me. Her vaginal muscles squeezed my full length as I paused after sinking my cock into her. Taking a few breaths I then started to slide in and out of her in long smooth thrusts.
It felt great and Carrie seemed to be enjoying herself but I knew that if I adjusted her body’s position it could be even more pleasurable for her and hopefully for myself as well. My hands slid under her legs and raised them into the air and while keeping them spread wide I pushed them towards her head. The final touch was to bend her knees at an angle so her pretty feet were resting on my chest.
Damn she had adorable little toes with painted blue nails and each digit perfectly shaped. I lowered my head which allowed me to suck on her little piggies as I resumed pumping her wet puss. Now with her pelvis at this adjusted angle each time I thrust in an upward direction my cock hit her g-spot as it traveled deeper in her channel. I was also able to take my hands off her legs and slide them under her ass to tilt her pelvis even further.
“Ooh Don that feels so good. But you’re tickling my feet,” she said with a giggle.
Reluctantly I stopped sucking her toe so I could answer her.
“What’s the matter Carrie, you don’t like me playing with your feet?”
“It’s not that, it just tickles is all,” and to show she was sincere she raised her foot back to my mouth.
This time by opening my mouth wide I managed to fit all five toes in at once but I made sure to not let up any when it came to fucking her. If anything I increased the speed of my thrusts to make sure I was treating her bad kitty good. My balls slapped her ass each time I filled her channel and her juices were trickling down there as well as they escaped her sopping pussy.
After a particularly deep thrust she let out a wail and when I slid out of her a cascade of her juices flowed free as well. Pulling my hands free I again adjusted her legs, this time leaning forward as I guided her limbs into wrapping around my waist. Giving her a kiss first, I then grabbed her by the waist as I prepared for my next move.
“Carrie, put your arms around my neck,” I instructed her and once she did I moved.
It was a two step process for the first thing I had to do was straighten up my body which lifted Carrie off the chair. Then I had to shift from each knee to my foot and from there stand up while holding her body to mine. As I rose she slid down some, literally burying my cock as deep as it could go in her pussy. Once standing I shifted my hands to her ass so that I could raise and lower her body. This was a tough workout for someone more used to twelve ounce curls but the reward was well worth it.
Bouncing her lithe, young body up and down on my rigid rod sure beat hitting the gym, that’s for sure. Carrie really got into this new position and along with her assisting me in her moving her hips she started to kiss me passionately at the same time. Even when she had to break the kiss due to the difficulty of maintaining it while her body was moving frantically she placed her head on my shoulder and let me know.
“Oh fuck yes! It feels sooo good Don. That’s it, yesss!” she moaned by my ear, as my cock would plunge deep into her body each time.
When my hands started to slide a little due to sweat I figured all good things come to an end so I turned my body around and managed to sit on the edge of the recliner. It was large enough that we both fit easily and allowed Carrie the leeway to position her body how she chose to. Initially she stayed in the same basic position only now she ground her pelvis faster with no fear of slipping off me.
This also let me wrap my arms around her waist again while at the same time kissing and nuzzling her slender throat. After a bit she shifted her body so that she was crouching on her feet and able to ride me that way as her hands rested on my shoulders. Now each time Carrie rose up so that only my head remained in her, before sliding down the full length to my thick base.
I started to move my own hips as well and though it didn’t make my cock go any deeper the lateral movement did its part to give us both more in the way of carnal delight. When my mouth closed on her succulent breast she let out a moan as I felt even more of her juices flow over my shaft while it remained deep in her.
“Carrie, why don’t you get off,” I told her as I lightly smacked her firm tush with my hand.
“I did just get off, couldn’t you tell?” she replied with a smirk.
Despite her being a smart alex Carrie was able to rise off my cock after one final bounce which permitted me to get off the chair after moving her leg.
“Kneel with your ass up Carrie. Time for a little doggy style.”
She wiggled her sexy ass in invitation as soon as she got into position to tempt me and she succeeded. Carrie looked incredible on her knees with her upper body bent forward and her legs parted revealing her pinkness, all puffy and dripping her sweet nectar. The sight was too much for me so with no delay I grabbed her by her round hips and sank my shaft into her until my hairy balls touched her flesh.
“Play with your clit Carrie!” I demanded as I started to thrust hard and deep into her sticky honey pot.
She moved her hand there and rubbed her button with her fingers as our bodies collided again and again. My need was great now and I didn’t bother with technique or variety. All that mattered was filling her cunt with my cock and emptying my load inside her. My hand grabbed her by her long hair and pulled on it causing her head to rise and go backward and I could see her neck muscles were taut from the pressure.
“That’s it Carrie, take my cock! I can’t take it, I’m going to cum in you! Fill your little pussy with my load, oh fuck yes!” I roared.
As my ball sac drew up I managed a few more powerful thrusts then I started to discharge my semen inside her. Her hand had been frantically rubbing her clit while the other pinched her nipple and she continued even as I painter her insides white. Just as the last bit was seeping from my slit into her, Carrie’s body stiffened as she achieved another orgasm.
Letting her hair go my body then bent at the waist until I rested on her back as my lips kissed the back of her neck and my hands ran along the smooth skin of her thighs. Only one more thing I wanted to do before I had to rest so with a groan I slid my slimy cock from her well used pussy. Moving to the side of the chair I presented my weapon to her for cleaning. I didn’t need to say a word for as soon as Carrie saw it, her hand grabbed it and pulled it to her waiting mouth. She sucked our combined fluids off it then once she let it go Carrie curled up in the recliner with a satisfied expression.
“You know Carrie, you are even more attractive right after you’ve been fucked. Maybe something to do with your true nature being let loose,” I told her as I slid into the chair next to her.
“I don’t know, but damn that was hot!” she replied as she snuggled next to me and rested her head on my chest.
A short time later after we recovered somewhat we were finishing off the joint from before as I watched her getting dressed. The only thing she couldn’t put back on were her panties which I’d destroyed when ripping them off her body earlier.
“Are you going?” I asked her between tokes.
“Umm, yeah. But I’ll see you at work tomorrow, right?”
“I’ll be there Miss Hart,” I said smirking.
She gave me a face for that but then smiled.
“And we have a deal now as well. You won’t spy on me anymore. Right?”
“Not exactly. The way we can do this is that if you feel the need to bring some guy to your apartment, then give me a warning text in advance with when you’ll be coming. That way I can be busy elsewhere or on a bathroom break or something. Or you could just text me that you’ll be meeting me here after I get off if you need to get laid.”
“Oh I never thought of that Don. To tell you the truth you are a better fuck than Jayson anyhow so we’ll see.”
“I’m looking forward to it Carrie,” I truthfully answered her.
The End

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Fiction

Higher Education

This story is fictitious and is set in the west coast of the USA in the mid-1980’s . This is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction and constructive feedback is appreciated. If responses are positive I’ll post more chapters.
My parents had finally left after saying their goodbyes, leaving me to unpack alone in my new dorm room. They would be ninety miles away now, just far enough that I didn’t have to worry much about surprise visits and close enough I could go home pretty easily when necessary. My new roommate seemed pretty cool, and had wisely stepped out to give my family and I space to move me in. I was on the sixth floor out of eight of this coed dorm. The floors alternated between womens rooms on the odd floors and mens rooms on the even, two students to a room, with one very large communal bathroom on each floor. I was in what was considered the freshman dorm although my roommate had already pointed out the one advantage to the freshman dorm, our windows faced the all-girls dorm right across the street.
Part of the reason I had selected this university was because my high school guidance counselor (bless his heart) had let me in on some little known data about this school, namely that 61% of the approximately 8,000 students were female the previous several years. It also didn’t hurt that my older brother Mitch was attending this same university and had raved about it. He had shown me around the campus when I had visited him the previous spring and the place was truly beautiful, spread over a wooded hilltop overlooking the bay to the west that led to the Pacific. When I asked him about 61% of the student body being female Mitch laughed and said that sounded about right. He went on to joke that college had been “very educational” for him in that regard and that I had a lot to look forward to.
Mitch and I had never been very close growing up and didn’t usually discuss personal matters so it kind of surprised me when he had asked me if I had any of that kind of “education” yet. I lied to him and told him about a drunken hookup at a party with a girl from a different high school that was a story I had concocted for just such an occasion. He seemed to believe me and I made sure to follow up with asking him for details about his “education” to get the conversation moving away from my non-existent sexual resume.
I was so ashamed to still be a virgin and I was almost always really horny but girls scared the hell out of me. I was kind of shy in general but to say I was shy around women was a big understatement. Ever since puberty, whenever I made eye contact with a girl I was attracted to my heart would start beating really fast, my stomach would tighten up, I wouldn’t be able to think and sometimes I would blush. Naturally I learned to cope with it somewhat. I could usually carry on a limited conversation with a pretty lady as long as it was brief small talk but beyond that I was useless. I had made myself ask a couple of different girls out in high school but, because of how I reacted when I was near them, it was very awkward and in both cases I was politely shot down.
I knew that, objectively, I was a little above average looks-wise and my biggest problems were inexperience and lack of confidence. I had forced myself to take weight training for my physical education requirement my senior year at high school. I’d always been a little chubby growing up but now my 5’9″ frame was still pretty lean and muscular even though I hadn’t worked out since graduation. My thick dark brown hair had lightened a bit over the summer as I had been working full time outside washing cars at the hometown Ford dealership to make a little money for school. All that time outside had given me a pretty good tan too so when I arrived on campus I knew that I looked as good as I probably ever would. I just needed to find a way to overcome my fears so I could fulfill my lust.
The next morning I had just made it on time to my freshman orientation class and took one of the few remaining seats in the back of the lecture hall. I got settled in to my seat and everyone quieted down as a stern looking older lady approached the lectern and welcomed us and then began giving a brief history of the university, which I actually found interesting. When she moved on from the history of the university to the various departments and majors offered I lost interest a little bit and, being a perpetually horny 18 year old guy, diverted some attention to truly important matters like the young ladies seated nearby.
As I scanned the seats in front of me I noticed to my delight/dread that the ladies did seem to noticeably outnumber the guys and, as you can imagine, a good portion of the ladies were quite attractive in one way or another. I noticed a few classmates from high school peppered into the crowd too which was oddly reassuring. The orientation lecturer was distributing some papers that were being passed back. While this was going on an acquaintance from high school caught my eye and waved. I gave a little wave back and that must have caught the eye of the young lady that turned around to her right and looked at me. Our eyes met and I immediately felt the intense panic reactions. She was literally one of the prettiest women I had ever seen.
‘Don’t look away’, my inner voice surprised me, although it was like I was feeling my consciousness through a tunnel. This was the strongest reaction to a woman I had experienced in years, maybe ever, I noticed clinically. I could feel my heart pounding and my stomach tighten up. She was so beautiful it almost hurt to look at her. I had to look away, this was too intense.
‘Little smile’, my inner voice prodded. In the state I was in I had somehow achieved a kind of detachment, like I was an observer and not a participant, and one of things I observed is that this gorgeous brunette lady still had her big dark eyes locked with mine. How long has it been?
‘Give her a little smile’, the voice insisted. I somehow made the muscles work and I could feel the corners of my mouth twitch up a little bit. Using my new found detachment I started noticing details without really realizing it until later. She had long eyelashes that seemed like part of a trap to imprison my gaze. Her short dark brown hair was thick with a slight curl, styled in a New Wave fashion that had become popular in the last several years. She had cream colored skin and it looked so smooth as her slender neck met her jaw. Noticing the dark red lipstick contrasting with her pale skin I also noted that she had returned my small smile.
How long have I been staring at her, I wondered, as it seemed like it had been going on for several minutes. As she finally looked down, breaking the spell, the strangest question popped into my head… why would someone with such beautiful skin wear so much rouge?
Now that she had looked away my awareness started returning to what passed for normal in my head. ‘What is wrong with me?’, I thought. She is going to think I’m a total weirdo for staring at her like that! She’ll probably tell all her friends….
My fear-filled reverie was abruptly interrupted by the guy seated to my right who nudged me with his elbow. “Oh my God!”, he whispered as I looked over to see who nudged me. His jostling combined with the handouts now arriving served to fully return my consciousness to normal and gave me a clue as to how much time had actually passed. It had only been a three or four seconds, five at the most. I looked at my neighbor as he handed me one of the handouts and he repeated, “Oh my God!”
I looked at him and was crushed because I immediately realized that the girl must have been looking at him. He was an obviously good looking guy and quite a bit bigger than myself. She was just far enough away that I could have made the mistake, as I have always been a little nearsighted. Hopefully she was too engrossed with him to notice me staring so moony-eyed at her. Realizing I hadn’t replied to my neighbor’s whispered exclamations, I chimed in and tried to be a good sport. “She’s… something”, was all I could manage.
He chuckled knowingly and said to me, “What did you do to make her blush so much?”
“Huh?”, I said stupidly as it now dawned on me that she wasn’t wearing too much rouge. “She was looking at you, wasn’t she?”
“I wish! That was all you, buddy”, he replied while giving me another nudge with his elbow. He seemed like he was excited for me and I had a feeling I had made my first friend at college. “So how did you make her blush like that?”, he asked again.
“I just smiled at her”, I said after thinking about it for a moment. I turned to him and recreated the little smile I had forced out a minute earlier.
He looked at my smile and replied, “Guess it doesn’t work on guys”. We both laughed
“Usually it doesn’t work on girls either”, I muttered.
“Hmpf, I know that feeling. I’m Paul, by the way”, he said, extending his right hand.
“Steve”, I replied, shaking his proffered hand.
“So, you going to talk to her after this?”, Paul asked. It hadn’t yet occurred to me that I should approach her after class until he mentioned it but I knew right away that I would. I had no choice even though the thought of it terrified me.
“A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do”, I said ruefully. Fortunately Paul misunderstood my meaning and thought I was pretending to be put out by having to talk to a gorgeous young lady.
“Awww, poor guy!”, he said with a chuckle. As the orientation wound down I became more and more alarmed at the prospect of going to speak to someone who caused such an intense turmoil inside me. As terrified as I was about approaching the object of my desire I knew I had to see if I had a even a chance with her and I also didn’t want to seem like a pussy to Paul who seemed to be rooting for me. The lecturer dismissed us and everyone stood up almost as one. I looked over towards the girl I had been obsessing over and she was looking right at me again. Our eyes met once more and I could feel it all start to happen again until someone stood up between us.
‘Be a man’, my inner voice said sternly. This somehow spurred me on through my terror and I grabbed my backpack, took a deep breath, and turned to go talk to her. She was now hugging some other guy and they both seemed pretty pleased to see each other. I felt relieved and crushed at the same time as I did an about face and turned to leave. Paul had seen what had happened and gave me a sympathetic look and chucked me on the shoulder, “Figures! Better luck next time, brother”.
A couple of days later I found myself alone in my room after classes. I had already realized that privacy is at a premium living in the dorms with a roommate and that if I wanted to “rough up the suspect” now was probably the best time I would get until I learned more about my roommate’s patterns. I hadn’t jerked it for several days and being surrounded by coeds all the time had made me extremely horny. Figuring I’d make it especially festive, I grabbed the bag of weed my brother had given me and loaded a bowl.
I loved to smoke pot and especially before I masturbated as it seemed to make my cock even bigger and harder. I was getting pretty high sitting by the window, trying to make sure I didn’t reek up the room too much. My roommate knew I liked to smoke and he was cool with it but didn’t partake and I didn’t want rub his nose in it. Just as I was about to drop my pants three soft knocks sounded from the door.
‘Fuck!’, I shouted inwardly and my heart seemed to stop. I couldn’t get busted and kicked out of school so I decided to pretend like no one was home. Three more knocks, a little louder and faster this time. I stayed perfectly still except to cross my fingers and hope whoever it is just went away.
“I know you’re in there and I know that smell”, a young man’s voice said through the door. Just as I imagined the worst he continued, “I’m not here to bust you, I just want a hit or two, ok?” It has to be a trick I thought, until a moment later he said, “C’mon man….”. Somehow, the way he said it, established his credentials as “cool” and I opened the door without even really thinking about it. He quickly pushed in and closed and locked the door.
“Dude, that smells awesome but you’re stinking up the whole floor ya know?”, he was a couple inches shorter than me with brownish-orange hair and a contagious grin.
“I just about had a heart attack when you knocked!”, I was so relieved I wasn’t getting busted.
“Ha! Sorry about that! You should really cover this smoke alarm”, he pointed to the alarm I had totally failed to notice. “You just might get that heart attack when that goes off”, he continued as he snatched up a plastic grocery bag. “Got a rubber band?”, he asked as he pulled out a chair to get up to the alarm. He was still grinning. I was still trying to settle down from the adrenaline rush as I handed him the rubber band. “Push a towel along the bottom of the door will totally help too”, he added helpfully.
“You got it figured out!”, I replied, thinking that he did seem to have put some thought into smoking weed in the dorms without getting caught.
“Yeah, I got my room all set up…”, he paused for a moment and added, “We should just head over there, it’s just the next building over. There’s no RA on my floor either. Give this place some time to air out too…”
He did indeed seem to have it figured out so I grabbed the goodies and my keys and we headed over to the next building which was essentially a clone of the dorm I lived in. As we headed over to his building I learned his name was Ron and he was a freshman also, from one of the larger agricultural towns in the eastern part of the state. He told me his roommate was kind of a straight arrow and didn’t seem to share our enthusiasm for partying but concluded “he shouldn’t be too hard to corrupt”.
We got to Ron’s room (also on the sixth floor) and lo and behold his straight arrow roommate turned out to be Paul, my buddy from orientation.
“You two know each other?”, Ron said as Paul and I greeted each other.
“Yeah, we met at orientation. Hey, this is the guy that made her blush!”, Paul said. I knew who and what he was talking about but wondered how he would have had occasion to tell the tale to Ron. I didn’t wonder long…
“The aerobics instructor?”, Ron wanted to clarify, “She’s so fucking hot!”
“Aerobics instructor?”, I looked at Paul wondering just how stoned I was.
Paul grinned, “Yeah, your girlfriend teaches aerobics in the main lobby a couple days a week”.
“She’s your girlfriend?!?”, Ron looked at me with a mixture of disbelief and disgust.
“Only in his dreams, Ron.”, Paul chuckled, “I’m just giving him a hard time because he didn’t get a chance to talk to her after orientation”. I could already tell I would likely be spending a lot of party time with these guys and the last thing I needed was for them to get their expectations too high as far as girls and I were concerned.
“I haven’t seen her since”, I added, trying not to sound too sad. I had been thinking about her quite a bit since the orientation and had been keeping an eye out for her but had to seem nonchalant in front of my new friends.
“Well, she lives in this building if she’s teaching aerobics here”, Paul observed.
“She’s so fucking hot!”, Ron repeated for emphasis and none of us could disagree. We all ended up pretty stoned as Ron’s prediction that his roommate was easily corruptible turned out to be true. After we trooped up to the dining hall for dinner and to sate our munchies we headed back to Ron and Paul’s room. Their next door neighbor startled me when he walked right in without knocking but Ron and Paul hardly noticed until he spoke up. “Beer run?”, he said more than asked.
“Beer run!”, Ron agreed and I started digging for my wallet. It didn’t take long for them to get back and not much longer before a small party had formed in Ron and Paul’s room. We were well into a heated round of quarters when I got up to use the restroom. On the way back, I recalled that Paul had pointed out one of the fliers for the aerobics class on the floor’s bulletin board as we went to dinner. Maybe I could get her name or room number, although I knew the chances of me following through with anything that required that information was pretty remote.
As I turned the corner to the bulletin board the nearby elevator dinged open and out of the parting doors walked the woman of my dreams herself. She seemed lost in thought and her eyes didn’t meet mine until she was about five feet in front of me. As her eyes met mine we both stopped. The effects on me were almost identical to what had happened at orientation only now we can add a touch of nausea to the list of symptoms. The one bright spot for me was that I had a pretty good buzz going and that dulled the intensity of my panic reaction just a bit.
“Hey Steve! Did you fall in?”, I heard from around the corner behind me. Just how long had we been standing here? I couldn’t take my eyes from hers and she kept looking me in the eye as Ron rolled up behind me. “Hey buddy, there you are!”, he said slapping me on the shoulder, only slurring a little bit, “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your girlfriend?”. He said the last word playfully like he was teasing me at recess in second grade. At this point I figured that if there were a merciful God he would just end my misery with a nice quick brain aneurism. I somehow knew that was the least likely outcome and seriously considered just running like hell and dropping out of school forever.
She finally broke eye contact with me and looked over to the always grinning Ron. As noted previously, Ron’s grin was contagious and I saw her full lips break into a grin too. “Hi, I’m Kim”, she announced as she stuck her right hand out to shake Ron’s hand. Her voice was just as beautiful as the rest of her. As they shook, her eyes met mine again and she added, “and I’m not his girlfriend”.
“Yet”, she added again looking back to Ron, grinning even more.
“I’m Ron” he said as their handshake finished. Ron now slapped his other hand on my other shoulder and started rubbing my shoulders like I was a prizefighter and he was my trainer loosening me up before the big fight, “And of course you already know our buddy Steve here”, he continued. Kim had an amused look on her face and was back to looking me in the eye again as she and I shook hands. She was just opening her mouth to object that she didn’t know me at all but Ron quickly added before she could speak up, “He’s the guy that’s going to buy you a beer!”
I had apparently misjudged Ron, he came across as kind of a simple fun-loving bumpkin but he had quite cleverly helped me along. Why couldn’t I be more like that? I had been trying to think of something to say for what seemed like forever but between the beer, the weed and Kim’s presence I had no hope of doing much beyond returning her smile. I did the only thing I could think of and rotated to her side and offered her the crook of my arm as if I were escorting her into the formal ball. The look in her eyes told me I had finally done something right as she latched on to my arm. It was only then that I really noticed that she was quite petite, about five feet tall, slender with a smallish but perky looking chest and the most perfectly rounded derriere.
As we headed back to Ron’s room Kim gave me a mischievous look. “Hey Ron, do we need to use sign language around Steve?”
“Huh?”, Ron replied and then, getting it quicker than I, started laughing loudly. A moment later I started laughing too as I realized I still had yet to say a single word in Kim’s presence.
“Nah, he’s just a little retarded”, Ron managed to get out in between laughs, “He’ll speak up if he needs something”.
The look on Kim’s face for the moment it took her to realize Ron was kidding was priceless and we were all laughing as we went back into Ron’s room. The party was still going strong and I noticed a few other ladies had joined the party while I was gone. Paul was grinning at me, almost laughing. I could only imagine what he thought of me now. Seating was getting scarce in the dorm room however and I somehow had the presence of mind to snag one of the remaining chairs and offer it to Kim with a gesture.
“I’ll just sit on your lap”, she said after looking at the other ladies that were similarly seated. Who was I to argue? I sat down and thanked my lucky stars that she didn’t sit down square on my crotch as some of the other girls were doing but gently seated herself on my left leg, near where it joined my pelvis. If she had sat down on my cock and I gotten hard underneath her I probably would have had that aneurism that I’d recently been praying for. Just as she sat down Ron came up behind me and got my attention and handed me an opened beer bottle in each hand, unseen by Kim. I brought the beer in my left hand over to her left hand and she accepted with a surprised smile. We clicked our bottles together and drank up in unison.
I made two mental notes right then: 1) Ron had turned out to be a pretty damned good wingman 2) I still hadn’t said a word to Kim. I knew I was going to have to say something to her sooner or later but I knew it was best to say and drink as little as possible in hopes of not screwing things up and prolonging my exposure to Kim. Paul helped us out and got Kim talking about herself. I learned that she grew up only 20 miles from where I did, was a freshman music major, played the alto saxophone, and lived on the 3rd floor. Kim protested she wasn’t really the aerobics instructor, she just got it going and led the group but didn’t really do much instruction. I could feel her relax as she spoke, leaning back into me gradually until I had no choice but to put my arm around her to support her. She smelled so nice, I couldn’t place the scent though. She seemed very lady like, almost elegant, but would occasionally surprise you by using profanity for emphasis.
After she finished her beer Kim hopped up off of my lap and grabbed my shoulder to steady herself. She gave my shoulder a little squeeze and then, as if she were just then realizing I had some decent muscles on me, looked at my shoulder and gave it another little squeeze. I was watching her face the whole time and she smiled as she looked me in the eye and announced, “Potty time!”. She giggled as she turned around and headed to the door, picking her way through the crowd a little unsteadily.
I didn’t have to look around to know that I wasn’t the only one watching her backside as she navigated the small obstacle course to the door. I wondered if she knew she was giving us a little show with way her perfectly rounded little butt strained against her tight acid-wash jeans as she made her way to the door. As the door was closing behind her she looked back with a serious expression, right at me, and made the little head and eye gesture that means “get your ass over here” in any language. I knew I was expected to get up and follow Kim and felt all the old anxieties boiling up again. I wasn’t the only one to see her gesture and now the room had gotten a little quieter. I had to do something…
‘Be a man’, I thought but was horrified to find I had actually said this aloud but because I hadn’t really spoken in a while it came out as a barely audible poly-syllabic croak. I cleared my throat and smiled as I got up and said, very properly, “Pardon me folks”. I picked my way through the crowd towards the door and it just popped into my head, and I said loudly, “Potty Time!”. The room erupted in laughter and I was laughing too as I closed the door. Maybe I could do this after all…
Kim was standing out in the hall nearby laughing also, she had heard my outburst and it’s reaction. Now that we were out of the noise of the party I noticed she had the cutest laugh. I was just starting to hope that I might not screw this up, that this gorgeous young lady actually liked me, but her face turned serious and she straightened up as I moved towards her.
“I really need to talk to you Steve but I really, really need to run downstairs and use the bathroom first. Can you meet me in the third floor lounge in a few minutes?”. My mind immediately started racing wondering what she wanted to talk to me about and why it’s so serious. I still had a pretty good buzz going so my thinking machinery was going a little slow. “Ok?”, she asked when I hadn’t responded for a couple seconds. I nodded my head in the affirmative, still resolved to say as little as possible for fear of saying something stupid. I kept smiling at her but I saw a flash of anger pass over her face after I nodded.
“Third floor lounge”, she repeated flatly as she hurried off, almost running for the stairs. I stood there a little stunned but not entirely surprised that things have started to go downhill. In addition to being one of the prettiest ladies I had ever seen, she genuinely seemed like a sweet person and it felt like my heart had dropped in my chest when I realized I might have somehow upset her.
If my heart had dropped in my chest it must have been pressing up against my bladder now as I realized that I really had to pee too. As I took care of that and washed up in the nearby restroom I kept trying to think of ways to salvage the situation or, barring that, maintain some dignity as I crashed and burned. Based on my limited experience it seemed apparent that she liked me but there was some obstacle… That’s when it hit me, she was probably going to tell me that she had a boyfriend. How could she not have a boyfriend already? She could have just about any man she wanted…
I rode the elevator down to the third floor feeling like I was headed to the firing squad. I took a deep breath as the doors opened and I exited. I headed towards the lounge only to find that it wasn’t located in the same room on this floor as on the sixth floor. As I turned a corner I saw Kim up ahead with her back turned to me, leaning in a little into an open doorway. She straightened up as two other ladies left the room she had been leaning into and looked back and saw me approaching. Her big smile when she saw me was interrupted as one of the other girls said something to Kim and she took her eyes off of me and nodded to the other girl. The two girls that had exited the room now were all giggles as they walked away from Kim and past me, one of them visibly checking me out, head to toe, as they went by. I felt my face get warm as they went past and then one of them said teasingly, “Have a good night, Kim!”. Their giggles turned to laughs as they walked away and now Kim was blushing too.
Our eyes met and somehow I was standing right in front of her, both of us still blushing but the serious expression had returned to her face. She grabbed my hand and led me into the now empty lounge. Kim let go of my hand and closed the door after we had both entered. She turned to face me and demanded, “What’s the deal?”
I stood there dumbly with no idea on earth what she meant. All of my panic reactions that had been on a simmer most of the night suddenly intensified. She must have seen the dumbstruck look on my face and that flash of anger I had seen before on her had returned. I knew I had to say something but with the confusion and anxiety it just wasn’t going to happen.
“Why wont you talk to me?”, she said softly, her voice catching at the end of her question. I saw tears starting to form in her big brown eyes and she raised her hands as if to place them on my chest and then thought better of it and brought them up to her own chest, as if to protect herself. I was still speechless. My mind just couldn’t compute a response to this situation. Her eyes broke from mine and she looked down as she lost the battle to keep from crying. I couldn’t stand to see her like that, it was breaking my heart to see this perfect girl crying. I felt my own eyes starting to tear up as I stepped forward and instinctively wrapped my arms around her gently pulling her close to me. Her forehead was on my chest and her arms were still in front of her as I embraced her.
“I can’t stop… thinking about you… ever since we… since orientation…”, she managed to get out, just barely audible between her sobs. I thought I knew what dumbstruck was until she continued, “I never … really believed in… love at first sight… but when you…. when we…”. Her body shook as her crying intensified. “I know you feel it too”, she looked up to my face for confirmation. I knew I had to say something to her but seeing her crying and processing her latest revelations only impaired my thinking even more. She can’t stop thinking about me? Is she saying she’s in love with me? I needed to say something…
“I feel it too”, I whispered, “It’s just so… overwhelming…”. That was all I could seem to get out. Kim buried her face into my chest and wrapped her arms tightly around me as she started crying even harder than before. I hugged her tightly back, not sure what else to do.
“I’m pretty overwhelmed too”, she whispered after she had stopped sobbing enough to speak. She pulled back and looked up into my eyes. This was just too unbelievable. Unbelievable that this gorgeous young lady not only was somehow in love with me but also that she seemed determined to keep me from screwing it up. My body seemed to operate on it’s own as I slowly leaned in to kiss her. She kissed me back in what became a slow and passionate but still fairly chaste kiss. As we both pulled back to catch our breath, we both simultaneously sniffed through our noses to clear the snot that had formed from the tears and crying. We both started laughing at our synchronized snorting, the tension between us somehow making it even funnier. She let go of me, opened the door and grabbed my hand and led me to the nearby bathroom.
I was a little leery of going into the ladies restroom but Kim tightened her grip on my hand as she sensed my reluctance and pulled me in behind her. We stopped at a bank of sinks and seemed to be alone. She released my hand and turned to me and held up her index finger. I waited there while she turned around and went to the toilets stalls and grabbed enough tissues for us both to blow our noses. We were both all smiles as we cleaned up, both of us giggling a little, a lot of the tension between us was now gone. After she and I had first kissed I had slowly begun to accept that I might just have won some kind of cosmic lottery and was able to loosen up a little.
“I’m sorry Steve, I almost never cry but.. it’s just the way I feel about you… it’s just so…”, Kim faltered, searching for the right words.
“Intense?”, I offered.
“Yes! I knew you felt it too!”, she exclaimed, so pleased I had selected the word she was looking for thereby confirming for her that I felt the same way as she did
“I feel it too.”, I assured her again. I must have been grinning like an idiot I was so happy.
“Good because I’m going to kiss you some more and it would be kind of awkward otherwise”, she said with a twinkle in her eyes.
I was leaning back with my rump against the bank of sinks as Kim slid in front of me and before I knew it we were lip to lip again. It wasn’t long before our kisses became more intimate and Kim’s body was firmly pressed up against mine. Her body felt so warm against mine and she smelled so nice. It felt so good to hold her in my arms and kiss her. These were my first real kisses and I had worried in the past if I would be a good kisser but it seemed so natural to be kissing Kim that I didn’t even think about it when it was happening. Her hands started to explore my back and sides and I could feel my cock swelling rapidly. My hands started their own exploration of Kim’s back and sides. Her waist was so tiny!
She pulled back for air and gasped quietly, “God, you’re so…”. Unable to find the right words she decided to go back to kissing me until a moment later she blurted, “Great kisser!!”. We both cracked up laughing at her syntax error.
“Hmmm, what’s this?”, Kim said pretending like she hadn’t felt my erection against her for the last minute. She looked down and started tracing the outline of my rock hard cock through my jeans with her fingers. I saw her eyes go wider as she realized the size implications of what she had just traced out on the denim. She looked back up into my eyes and said quietly, “There’s something you need to know about me if I’m going to be your girlfriend”. She said the last word like Ron had earlier making me match her smile but I was starting to dread what it was that I needed to know about her. Devoutly religious popped into my head although at this point that seemed unlikely. She pulled me down closer and whispered in my ear, “I’m a pervert!”.
I could tell she was enjoying my surprised expression but I, somehow, recovered quickly, “Now I’m really speechless”. I knew it was only partly true now but she and I shared another laugh in each others arms as it had been a pretty clever thing to say this time. We started making out again and my hands started to explore Kim’s incredible butt causing her to softly moan into our kiss.
“Get a room you two!”, a cute girl with long blonde hair startled us as she passed by. I looked up to see her grin at us as she made her way back to the toilet stalls.
“We should probably…”, Kim started disengaging herself from our embrace.
“Yeah…”, I said, a little disappointed, thinking that she was going to say “call it a night” and then I recalled that she had just told me she’s a pervert.
“…find someplace else.”, Kim finished. We both looked at our watches, both obviously trying to gauge if our roommates would be home or asleep by now (only RAs had singles in these dorms).
“I’m pretty sure my roommate’s home by now”, I had learned he was an early to bed, early to rise type already and it was a Thursday night, “but we can can go check”.
“I know my roommate is home…”, she paused for a moment. I was about to suggest going back to the lounge but then I saw her smile grow as an idea formed and she once again grabbed my hand, this time leading me out of the restroom. She dragged me only about 20 more feet, stopping at room #311 and fishing out her key from the front of her jeans. She held up her index finger again and disappeared into the room while I waited outside. I could hear her talking to her roommate but I couldn’t make out what was being said. A minute later she reappeared with two bath towels and a clear bag containing shower supplies.
“Did Blondie leave yet?”, Kim asked after she closed the door and handed me the towels.
“Uh.. I don’t think so”, I hadn’t seen or heard her but I was a little lost in thought and could have easily missed her leaving. My erection had subsided a bit while I waited for Kim but upon realizing what she had in mind my cock almost hurt because of how hard I had become.
“Speak of the devil”, Kim whispered as I looked over to see the blonde girl leaving the bathroom. The smirk on Blondie’s face told me that she had seen the towels and put two and two together.
“Have fun Kim!”, Blondie called playfully as she walked away.
“‘Night Amy”, Kim’s back to blushing. It seemed like everyone in this dorm knew everyone else on their floor.
“‘Night Blondie!”, I decided to join in, I was giddy. Kim’s eyes went a little wider and now she was smirking.
“‘Night Cute Guy!”, Amy said with a chuckle just as she moved out of sight. Kim couldn’t resist a little giggle at that and it was my turn to blush again. Once Amy was out of sight Kim hurried into the bathroom with me hot on her heels. She led us to the back of the bathroom to the shower stalls that I had been unable to see previously and selected the farthest stall.
As she closed the first privacy curtain behind us, I dropped the towels and came up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist. As I pulled her gently back into my embrace, I made sure she could feel just how hard she had made me. She started caressing my arms and leaned back against me, tilting her head back. My body just seemed to know what to do as I leaned in and started to softly kiss her neck.
“Mmmmm”, she hummed in delight as my lips slowly kissed up the side of her neck. My right hand had started to work it’s way up to explore Kim’s chest and she began to gently push my left hand down towards her pelvis. My kisses had climbed up the smooth pale skin of her neck to her ear, as my lips touched her earlobe my hand found her left breast. “Steve, I…”, she didn’t seem to be able to continue. I could feel her hard nipple poking the fabric under my hand and she pushed my other hand past the top of her jeans. My lips worked on her earlobe and, without meaning to, I gently exhaled through my nose right into her ear. I felt her twitch a little against me as I blew into her ear. She pushed my left hand against her groin just as I squeezed her nipple through her shirt with my right.
“Fuck!”, she gasped as she bucked hard against me. Her reaction startled me and I thought for a moment that I had done something wrong or that something was wrong with her as she was now completely still in my arms. Her echos quickly brought her back to earth and she stepped away from me and turned around. The lust was obvious in her eyes, “Get the shower going”, she hissed quietly. I turned to obey and I could hear her disrobing behind me. I was familiar with the shower controls so it was only a moment or two before I turned back to Kim and found she was already down to just her pants and panties and those were gone before I could kick off my shoes. I didn’t get the chance to admire her body much as she stepped over to work on my belt. As she pulled my pants and underwear down my hard cock popped out right against her cheek. She flinched a little but it was only a moment before she was trying to wrap her hands around it. It was my turn to flinch as her hands gripped my manhood.
She looked up grinning and whispered, “Jesus Christ, what the hell did they feed you growing up?”. She had one small hand on each side of it and was slowly stroking the full eight inches, seemingly mesmerized by how it felt in her hands, “I’ve never seen one this thick before!”. I nearly came as she slowly licked up the underside of the shaft like a popsicle. I felt like the only gentlemanly thing to do was to warn her she was going to get a facefull of semen if she continued.
“Kim…”, I started.
“Oh, right!”, she misunderstood and backed away to let me step out of my pants. I took the hint and quickly finished disrobing, almost forgetting my socks. It was pretty hard to keep my eyes on what I was doing with Kim standing a few feet away completely nude. Her body was very nicely toned. Her breasts were firm and tight like the rest of her body, two smallish mounds topped by nickel sized areolas and perky nipples. Her flat belly led down to her dark pubic hair that looked neat and tidy as if she had trimmed it. She saw me hungrily eyeing her body and started to slowly run her hands across her smooth pale skin. Once she was certain she had my full attention she slowly turned around and, legs together, bent over at the waist and began rummaging through her shower bag.
When I saw Kim’s perfectly rounded little butt and her toned legs displayed in such a provocative pose I couldn’t help but to start to slowly stroke my engorged member. Her legs spread slightly and I saw her hand snake it’s way between her thighs. Her hand gently cupped her genitals and she began to slowly massage her pussy lips. I could see the wetness begin to spread around as she rubbed herself. I snuck a glance at her almost upside-down face and she seemed mesmerized by my hand going up and down my hardness.
“Damn you!”, she whispered as she straightened up and faced me. “I was going to tease you but you and your pal there have got me so worked up!”, Kim added as she placed a hand on my chest and slowly pushed me backwards into the shower.
“You’ve got my pal and I pretty well worked up too”, I said quietly as I felt the warmth of the shower hit my back.
The hand she used to push me had trailed down to my cock and started working on the head. She couldn’t miss the look of ecstasy on my face as she played with it. “Mmmm, just how worked up are you? Are we talking hair trigger situation here?”, she purred.
“That’s a… pretty accurate way… to describe it.”, I was back to having trouble speaking again, this time for an entirely different reason.
“So if I were to keep doing this…?”, she asked teasingly, increasing her pace a little.
“You’re about… ten seconds from finding out… if you don’t stop”, I panted quietly. I had never been so aroused.
“9.. 8.. 7..”, she grinned, the look in her dark eyes daring me to try to stop her as her other hand found my balls. The water from the shower had lubricated her hands and she picked up her pace. “6.. 5.. 4..”, she got on her knees in front of me without missing a beat, “I want to see you cum, baby!”
It felt like my penis exploded. I came so hard it hurt. Kim had brought the hand from my balls up to help it’s mate in milking rope after thick rope from my twitching cock. She seemed to relish the hot semen splashing on her face and chest, licking the corner of her mouth to get a taste when she couldn’t seem to get a shot to go in her mouth. After the fifth strong shot she looked up at me and her expression seemed to say ‘Seriously dude?’ but she kept working the head with short hard strokes. I was getting weak in the knees and the next blast hit Kim right on the chin and, as the next one hit her chest, she started laughing and put her hands up and said, “I surrender! Hold your fire!”
After Kim had released me I put my left hand out and slowly lowered myself to the floor coming to rest right in the shower spray and now, on top of everything, I was laughing my ass off. I couldn’t believe that on top of everything else Kim had such a great sense of humor too.
“Holy shit Steve! Are you ok?, she reached over to me, not sure if I was laughing or crying. She quickly realized my body was shaking because I was laughing from her surrender and she couldn’t help but to start laughing again. After a moment she pushed me back, so I was laying down on my back, and straddled me. The warm water splashed over us and I could see the semen being rinsed off of her face and chest. Her warm groin pressed gently against mine as she leaned in so we were almost nose to nose. Our laughter slowly petered out as the warm water cascaded over us.
“Oh my God Kim…”, I was still trying to catch my breath but wasn’t too out of it to start exploring Kim’s bare skin for the first time.
“That was the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen!”, she whispered running her hands through the hair on my chest. “I can’t believe how much you came! Do you always shoot that much semen?”
“That was by far the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had”, I said. My hands were caressing the curve of her hips as she gently began to rock on top of me
“God, you must have been saving that up for a while”
“Yeah, it’s been 3 or 4 days…”, I didn’t get to finish my sentence.
We both cringed when we heard laughter. Kim stopped rocking on me and we communicated through facial expressions while we listened intently. It sounded like two girls at the sinks and they were laughing and talking excitedly while they washed up before bed. It was hard to hear everything they said over the shower and sinks but it was pretty clear they were talking about a guy they knew and what they wanted to do to him. While we were listening Kim starting rubbing her groin on my still semi-hard cock. She sat up a little so I could finally get my hands on her firm breasts, slowly kneading them and running my thumbs over her perky nipples as the water splashed across her chest. I was a little shocked at some of the things the girls at the sinks said and Kim and I had a hard time stifling our own laughter.
After they had departed Kim whispered, “I find it hard to believe all these horny young vixens left a strapping young man like you alone for 3 or 4 days.”
“Horny young vixens leaving me alone has never been a problem”, I chuckled and then regretted it when I saw where it might lead. I didn’t want to tell Kim I was virgin at least until after our first time and certainly not right now when I was so close. Things were going so well and I really didn’t want it to get weird.
Kim chuckled too but, being face to face with me, she couldn’t help but notice I had become a little uncomfortable. “Seriously?”, she asked, starting to put it together. I could feel my erection quickly deflating in between us as it had indeed gotten weird. Shit! There’s no way she couldn’t feel me deflate too, “Wait, you don’t mean… never?”, she probed. Of course, I could only nod resignedly. I really didn’t want to lie to her and certainly not when we were almost nose to nose. “Wow, I get to be first?”, she asked excitedly.
“If you want”, I said quietly, still uncomfortable but liking the turn things were taking.
“Oh Steve! You are just too good to be true!”, she kissed me tenderly and continued softly, “I know it’s embarrassing for a guy to be a virgin but I can’t tell you how… special I feel knowing I get to be your first.”
I couldn’t think of anything to say that didn’t sound too corny so I did what I really wanted to and pulled her into a passionate kiss and started playing with her tight little butt. She got the idea and shut up and kissed me back even more passionately, our bodies pressed tightly together. Just as I could feel my dick shrinking between us earlier, I now felt it growing and Kim felt it too. She slid a hand in between us and started stroking my cock. It was only a few moments before she had me as hard as possible and we were both moaning into our kisses and Kim had started to grind on her hand as it worked on my erection. I loved the way her body slid across mine with the warm water from the shower lubricating our skin just enough. Kim had finally slid up far enough for me to get my mouth on her boobs and I happily latched on to one of her hard nipples as my hands automatically came up to fondle her tits.
I felt Kim’s hips raise up and her nipple left my mouth. She looked down into my eyes as she slowly started rubbing the head of my cock against her pussy. I couldn’t believe I was finally going to lose my virginity and it was beyond unbelievable that it was with someone like Kim. I savored the feeling of the tip of my cock sliding over her soft warm pussy lips but she finally decided it was time. Kim ever so slowly started lowering herself onto my shaft. The feeling as I slowly entered her for the first time was almost enough to make me climax again right then and there. The moment was slightly spoiled by this nagging feeling I had. It was the same feeling as when I was forgetting something important. What the fuck was it and why the fuck was I thinking of it now of all times?
“What’s wrong Steve?”, Kim whispered. She had stopped lowering herself onto me, I could feel the heat of her pussy surround the head of my cock.
“I don’t know, it’s like I’m forgetting someth…”, I whispered back but just as I said it hit me what it was I was forgetting, “Oh! Birth control?”
A huge smile came across her face and she grunted softly as she lowered herself down another inch or so onto my dick. Her cunt was like a hot, wet vise on the top of my cock. “That is so cool that you thought of that!”, Kim said softly and grunted again as she started to slowly ride the top two inches. She enjoyed my look of disbelief for a moment before taking pity on me, “Relax, I’m on the pill”. I matched her smile and she sat up straight and sunk down another inch or so. Kim grabbed my hands from her hips and and placed them on her breasts. I took the hint and started gently fondling her boobs and playing with her erect nipples. She maintained eye contact with me as she picked up the pace of her riding, occasionally wincing and cooing as she slowly took more and more of me.
After a couple minutes she had me almost all the way inside her, she was now panting as she bobbed up and down. Her pussy had a kung-fu grip on my dick and I was getting close to cumming again. With about a half an inch still to go, I felt my cock bottom out and Kim’s cunt flexed hard. I gasped out in pain as her flex was so strong it really hurt. “Cumming…”, she quietly groaned just before her pussy unclenched. Her mouth locked onto mine and she was trying to kiss me but she was having a hard time because she was twitching or spasming slightly. I locked an arm around the back of her waist to steady her and placed my other hand on the back of her neck and kissed her back hard. She was moaning and breathing quickly through her nose and I could feel fluttery contractions around my penis. It was so erotic to hear her erratic breathing through her nose as she tried to kiss me. If Kim hadn’t clamped down on my cock a few moments ago I surely would have orgasmed again during her climax but the surprise and the pain had set my orgasm back.
I wasn’t really sure what I should be doing while she was riding out her twitchy climax so I just held on to her tightly and returned her kisses as best I could. Kim eventually relaxed and put her hands out to support some of her weight which I hadn’t realized I had been supporting. She pulled her face back from mine and we just stared at one another under the spray of the shower for a half minute or so while she caught her breath. I was getting uncomfortable laying on the floor of the shower so I sat up and once again locked my arm around the back of Kim’s waist to steady her. My lips found hers again as I sat upright with her still impaled on me. She wrapped her arms around the back of my neck and we kissed tenderly for a few moments. She broke the kiss and whispered in my ear, “You’re doing pretty damned good for your first time”.
I grinned and whispered in her ear, “I’ve got a pretty damned good partner!”.
“I love it when you clamp me hard against your body like that! It’s so….”, she trailed off unable to think of the proper words. The way she had phrased it made me recall a position I had fantasized about many times. I held onto her tightly with the arm around her waist and used my other arm to help me stand up with her still impaled on my hardness. She let out a soft whoop as we ascended and held on tightly to my neck. Once I was standing I got my arms underneath her thighs was supporting her weight by cradling her buttocks in my hands. “Oh fuck yeah…”, she groaned into my ear as I began to slowly raise and lower her petite body onto my shaft. This was even better than I had ever imagined, it was pure carnal bliss. The primal urge to fuck her hard and deep was almost overwhelming and Kim must have felt similarly as she was squirming around trying to get me deeper inside of her. I somehow had the presence of mind to try to tease her a little, resisting her movements and keeping it slow and shallow. She was shooting me this sexy glare like she was getting pissed but that only made me want to savor it even more.
Kim eventually took the hint and relaxed as I slowly built up the speed and depth of my strokes. Soon we were both panting but the faster and harder I went the more my arms were tiring out. It was only a few feet to the wall opposite the shower head and I moved us there and pinned her to the wall, her buttocks still cradled in my hands. Once I had her pinned I looked her in the eye and thrust up hard. “Aaaahhhh”, she cried and I stopped, thinking I had hurt her. “Don’t stop!”, Kim whispered breathily and then kissed me hard. I took her advice and continued to fuck her into the wall. “Harder!”, she commanded and I happily obeyed.
It took only a dozen or so more hard thrusts deep into her before I felt my orgasm rushing past the point of no return. I didn’t know if I should pull out before I came or if I was expected to cum in her. “Kim, I’m…”, I started but she interrupted me.
“Cum in me… please…cum…”, she panted. Once she said that I instinctively thrust deep as cum erupted from my cock. I grunted hard as the most unbelievable primal pleasure I had ever felt was compounded by Kim’s reaction to being filled with semen. She had used the extra leverage of being against the wall to push her hips out, forcing my twitching erection even deeper and pushing against her cervix. Just as before when I bottomed out in her, I felt her pussy contract hard around my prick but she released almost immediately when I thrust a little deeper. I was panting into her ear as my balls seemed to empty themselves and she bit my shoulder to keep from crying out as her own orgasm crashed over her. She hugged me tightly to her and emitted a high pitched moan into my shoulder as I felt her cunt twitching around my manhood.
The last time she climaxed I just held onto her and let her ride it out, this time I decided to see what would happen if I kept fucking her. My hands and arms were getting really tired and I felt a little weak in the knees from just cumming but I was determined to gut it out during Kim’s climax. I slowly withdrew an inch or so and she shivered against me. As I pushed back in, her head came off of my shoulder her mouth tried to find mine. I kissed her gently and she moaned in my mouth as I fucked her with slow, short, deep thrusts. She trembled against me occasionally as her orgasm wound down and I slowly released her. She slid down the wall but instead of standing when her feet hit the ground she used her feet to brace herself as she sat down on the floor with her back to the wall and her mouth hanging open. I thought that was an excellent idea and I sat to her right, taking her hand in mine as we both sat there and caught our breath. It was so pleasant just sitting there holding hands with her while the warm water splashed over our feet and legs. We both seemed to be savoring the moment and neither one of us spoke for a couple of minutes.
She squeezed my hand and whispered, “I’m so glad we found each other.”
“Me too”, was my easy reply.
“Were gonna be a couple of prunes if we stay here much longer”, she said softly.
“I know, but it’s so pleasant sitting here with you…”, I sighed. She squeezed my hand and we sat for another minute in silence. “Ok, now my butt is getting sore”, I said quietly as I wearily started to stand. She giggled and I took her hand to help her up. We both moved into kiss the other and we shared another passionate kiss under the shower’s spray. Her hand found my limp member and I started to harden again. I thought she was playing with it but I quickly realized she was making sure it was getting rinsed off.
She grinned up at me as I continued to harden and whispered, “Seriously?”
I grinned back at her, “I can’t help it, you’re just too sexy”
“Ok baby but my pussy is a little sore…”, she said softly and I could feel that she hated to disappoint me.
“It’s ok Kim”, I interrupted, “I’m a little sore too”. I smiled to reassure her. My cock was sore, I had never heard anybody talk about guys getting sore from sex.
“I’d be more than happy to suck you off if you’re not too sore”, Kim said with a twinkle in her eyes. The thought of Kim’s full lips wrapped around my cock made me even harder and sorer.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this but maybe later, ok?”, I asked, still not believing I was turning down my first blowjob. I was pretty sure there would be plenty of that from her in the future but still…
She gave me a quick smooch and whispered in my ear, “It’s ok baby, just let me know when and I’ll take good care of your pal”
“How about we walk to the diner down the street and grab a bite to eat while he rests?”, I asked. I could think of nothing better than spending more time with Kim.
“Oooh yeah, good idea! They have the best milkshakes!”, she whispered excitedly. We finally turned off the shower and dried off our pruny bodies. As we got dressed she asked quietly, “I thought I smelled weed at the party, does someone there have some?” I smiled and pointed at myself. “I’d love to get stoned and drink one of those milkshakes”, she said excitedly and then added giggling,”or maybe two!”
“That sounds perfect!”, I agreed. We finished dressing and making ourselves presentable. Kim left the shower first and whistled when the coast was clear for me to leave. She dropped off her towels and grabbed her purse. We left the dorm hand in hand, both of us so happy we were almost skipping. We found a little wooded area on the way to the diner and used that for privacy while we toked up. We were both pretty stoned and giggling as we entered the diner. The place was moderately busy and we were seated at a booth. We sat next to each other and ordered our shakes and a plate of fries and told each other funny stories while we waited. Once our order arrived I found Kim was right, they did have the best milkshakes.
“God, I can’t stop thinking about how you hoisted me up and fucked me so good with that fat cock of yours”, Kim said out of the blue after a sip. We both laughed as it was a funny thing to blurt out.
“I loved that sexy glare you gave me as I was trying to hold you still, that was so hot!”, I replied with a grin. She grinned back at me and tried to replicate the sexy glare but she couldn’t keep a straight face. We both laughed some more and our conversation drifted back to more getting-to-know-you small talk as we sipped and ate. We both decided that we didn’t need a second milkshake after all and it seemed like all too soon we were walking back to campus.
On the way back Kim stepped in front of me and stopped. “So, think you’re rested up enough now?”, she inquired with a smirk. Her hand reached out and gently rubbed the front of my pants.
“Sure, but…”, I started and then noticed she had stopped us right in front of the wooded area we had used for privacy earlier. She saw that I understood what she had in mind and started walking to our spot and I was right behind her. Kim stopped us after she felt we were sufficiently concealed and grabbed my belt. She had my pants and underwear down in no time and was down on her knees with my hardening cock in both her hands. There was just enough light filtering in through the trees that I could make out her face, grinning at me as she stuck out her tongue and started licking my cock.
“Mmmmm… I love how hard you get”, she purred as she stroked and licked me slowly. I just kept my mouth shut and grinned at her. I wasn’t very sore anymore and she had me at maximum hardness when her lips finally engulfed the head of my cock. Kim worked my cock about three or four inches into her mouth but that was about all she could take. She worked me over with her lips sucking and tongue swirling while her hands stroked the saliva coated shaft. My moans of pleasure seemed to spur her on to go faster. She pulled her mouth off of my dick and started stroking the head. “Cum in my mouth”, she whispered and went back to sucking me. I put my hands on her head and just held on while she picked up her pace and had me jizzing in her mouth a minute later. This felt almost as good as when I came in her tight little pussy.
I had wondered if she were going to spit or swallow but she just swallowed it all and kept sucking and licking my twitching rod until I was too sensitive and I had to push her head away. She took the hint and gave the head a last gentle kiss before pulling my pants up and tucking my spent penis away. “That was your first blowjob?”, she asked as she buckled my pants.
“Yup!”, was about all I could get out.
“I take it you enjoyed it?”, she could see the answer on my face but judging from her smirk I think she wanted to see if I could form a coherent sentence.
“That was amazing Kim, thank you!”,
“I’m glad you liked it because I really enjoy sucking your big dick. Don’t ever be bashful about asking me to suck you off, ok?”, she replied with a lusty grin and I fell even more in love with her.
“I think I can agree to that”, I said happily and then it occurred to me that I wanted to make her as happy as she just made me, or at least try. “May I… um, return the favor?”, I asked hopefully.
“Let’s save that for tomorrow, when we have better light and I can be nice and clean for you”, she countered and it made sense but I was still a little disappointed She seemed to sense my disappointment and added with a little smile, “Tonight I’ll settle you walking me home and then some of your great smooches before I send you on your way.”
“I might be able to live with that”, I answered as I took her hand and led her back towards campus.

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SLuT9 pt 13

Sorry about forgetting this story ive decided to finish posting it by jefferson from wolfpub

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Infinity on High I : Nox & Claria

Nox watched the priests enter the throne room and sighed. This was the last visitation of the day; maybe after this he could finally get back to the tavern and find Maria. The three approached the throne of the king and knelt. Nox felt unease stir in his gut. He looked across at his counter part, Aria. She nodded at him; she felt the same on her end. Nox stepped forward a single step and motioned to the King. His Eminence failed to notice the sign.
“Now my friends, what can I do for you? A new shrine perhaps? Or…”
The King never finished his statement. The leader of the party stood up and blades appeared around him, flashing golden light making the only sign of warning. A wave of his hand and the blades shot forward. Nox cried out and shielded the princess, sitting beside the queen. Aria was hit in the stomach and fell, though one of the false men fell to a quick spell. Nox shut his eyes and concentrated as the screams of the king and queen rang out across the court. He released the barrier around the princess and the blades clattered against the marble floor. The three men looked at him with contempt. He growled deep in his throat and their leader looked frightened.
“Chimera!” from the shadows on either side of the court a large wolf like beast leapt and screamed, taking one of the priests in his jaws and shaking harshly. The other two began to run, but Nox was in their way, standing between the bloodied bodies of the king and the queen and the bandits. The murderer attempted to summon more blades; Nox impaled him on a spear before they could appear. The second blew a horn that echoed in the chamber for a long time after Nox let the body fall to the floor.
“Chimera, release!” his pet dropped the half carcass of the remaining assassin. The dog leapt forward and sniffed at the body of Aria and that of the queen. The princess sat unconscious in her throne, having fainted at the first sign of attack. Nox ran to the King; he knew Chimera wouldn’t be able to detect if Aria was still alive or not. But the whine that the beast made at the body of the queen was enough of a sign that the assassins were successful. The King coughed and looked up at Nox and smiled.
“My daughter?”
“Alive. But milady…”
“Do not worry. This was something that we expected… haaaaaa… I have no words left but these: flee and take my daughter with you. Those who chase after you will be the worst of the Kingdom… and the best of friends. But run! Run with her to the Kingdom of my brother, the FalKin. He will protect you and sponsor you against the destruction of my Kingdom. Protect her… Nox… Protect and obey… the Princess…”
As the King’s breath left his body, Nox picked up the unconscious figure of the princess. He took a last look at the Royals before walking toward the door to the back of the castle. Chimera leapt up and disappeared into his shadow. The doors shut behind him just as the enemy stormed the entrance to the palace.
Nox set the princess down against a tree and looked up at the orange of the twilight sky. His arms ached and his lungs burned from carrying the young woman so many miles. He was a young man of seventeen years, a man by the right of the world. He was well built, though running for miles with a young girl in his arms was tiring for anyone. His hair was black as night and long, caught in two braids down his back. His eyes changed colors with his emotion. Behind him in the distance smoke rose from the capitol city. Nox sighed and shut his eyes, listening carefully for the sound of running water. He caught a very faint sound to his right. Picking up the princess, he started off toward the sound of water. Finally, when the sun had set completely, they reached a small pond full of water. Nox set the princess down again, making sure her berth was comfortable, and took a ring of red glass from his hand. Holding the ring in his fingers, he felt the glass heat up and then burst into flame. The flame did not burn his hand, though it should have. Nox concentrated a little harder and the flame covered his entire hand. He threw the ring into the pond and the water leapt and hissed. Nox thought of the ring and felt its magic, poured more into it until the heat had warmed the natural spring to the heat of a warm bath. He threw a glance at the princess and smiled; she would not wake for a long while.
He threw off his shirt, marking where it fell and throwing his pants away as well. Suddenly he was stopped by the sound of a giggle. Turning around, Nox found the face of a young mermaid staring up at him. Nox smiled down at her.
“Something wrong miss?”
“You’re a crafty boy, heating the pool like this. I felt magic in my stream and decided that I should come investigate… I thought perhaps one of my sisters had come up my stream from the great river Bath.” She looked at him and grinned. Nox smiled back. The young creature was certainly a treasure: long brown hair that floated around her in the water. Her eyes danced from light blue to aquatic green of tropical oceans to the icy color of the stream in winter, and her face was the picture of beauty, inhuman but lustful to look at. Her arms were crossed on the bank, covering her sweet breasts from Nox’s view. Down her back the length of her hair that wasn’t wet was plastered to her bare back. Below her waist, her tail was slim; Nox could barely make out the shape of her human legs. Nox had been in the wild enough to know that not ALL mermaids were Sirens. Some had the decency to enjoy human company, especially that of men. He understood that mermaids only came to travellers at the scent of magic. For a short while, mermaids had come to distrust the decency of regular mortals; men had found mermaids and sold them as trophies. But Nox had told the king and stopped all that.
“Well, I’m no mermaid… but I wouldn’t mind the company, if you do not mind the heated water.” She smiled and spun, drifting backwards into the water and swimming playfully. Nox threw a glance at the princess; she was a young, virgin girl; she had never seen the like of what was about to happen between them. Nox picked her up and shut his eyes, searching the earth for safe places. Mother Nature happily showed him a cave that was very near to where the pool was. Just around the outcrop from which the spring poured, in fact. Nox smiled and walked the princess to the cave, setting her on a bundle of cloaks that Nox had grabbed as they’d left the castle. She was comfortable enough; Nox didn’t need more than a few hours sleep to maintain his current level of ability, so he felt no remorse giving the princess the bedding. He stretched and walked out of the cave toward the pool. He could feel the warmth emanating from the pool and see the glow that the flame cast above the water. Nox smiled and slipped into the water as the mermaid swam up beside him and playfully caressed his shoulder.
“My apologies, friendly maid. I’m Nox, but I never obtained your name.” she smiled at him and Nox caught a glimpse of her fangs. Still, he felt no animosity toward him in her heart, and no hunger either. She was simply a playful young thing who enjoyed the company of men.
“Does my name matter?” Nox smiled and nodded at her. “Well, should you truly desire it, my name is… Claria.” Her voice dropped to a whisper, warm wet breath in his ear as her scales shimmered under the water and her fingers danced over his skin. Her touch was almost as intoxicating as her voice, sultry and magical. Nox knew the effect of a mermaids voice; he had been around them enough to understand that it made anyone desire her company. But Nox had learned how to shake off the effect of the voice. He spun around to face her, startling her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, feeling the change from smooth skin to rough scales. Her breasts pressed against his chest and he felt her nipples poking him. She smiled at him as he leaned down toward her.
“Kind Claria… I hope you’ll pardon me this…” their lips met and Nox felt magic pour into his head, making him feel groggy. He wanted her so much; it had been very long since he’d had a lover like a mermaid. Her hands ran into his black hair and her fingernails scraped lightly at his scalp as their tongues met. Nox pushed them out into the center of the pool and found a small rise in the center, where an island might once have stood against the stream. Standing on it, he became aware that he could at any point slip off the rock and drown in Claria’s embrace. But that made his head even more clouded, as the threat of death always did. Claria moaned and pushed on his chest, parting their kiss and grinning impishly at him. Slipping beneath the water, she pulled down his undershorts and took his hardened shaft in her hands. Nox groaned as her lips took his shaft inside of them. He had gone two weeks without release; now as Claria began to suck and lick his head, he tensed and shot his seed into her mouth. She made no sound of any discomfort and swallowed the entire load. Nox felt her lips leave him and heard the sound of her head breaking water, but his eyes remained closed. Her body pressed against his and he embraced her tightly, making her squeal as he pressed his lips to hers, ignoring the salty taste. When the kiss broke she smiled at him.
“It has been a while since you’ve had a woman, hasn’t it?” Nox grinned at her.
“My job is stressful and I have little time… But tonight I intend to make up for the lost time.” He leaned down and suckled at one breasts and placed on hand just under the mound of her ass. He fell back into the water and kicked them until they had reached a shallow bank, on which he stepped out of the water. Claria squealed at the feeling of Nox’s experienced tongue on her nipple and breast. As her feet left the water, Nox felt the scales covering her body melt away and his hand, placed under her silky rear, held her up as her legs opened to him and wrapped around his waist. Nox walked until he felt grass under his feet and laid the two of them down, releasing her nipple and pressing his hot lips to her waiting mouth. Reaching down, he corrected his aim and pressed his shaft into her sex. The feeling made them both gasp in pleasure. He released her from the kiss and sat up on his knees. She looked at him with lust dancing in her eyes like fire, and Nox remembered why he enjoyed the company of mermaids. She let out an animal groan as he pushed deeper into her body, filling her with his length.
“Oh yes… fill me baby, love me, use my body, love me and use me…” her words were whispered in the low, sexy voice that she had spoken her name in. Hearing her words Nox smiled down at her and pulled back, making her mewl in disappointment before he pushed into her harder, making her squeal. She smiled at him and flashed her fangs, a sign of enjoyment among her kind. Nox grunted and gripped her hips tight as he began to enjoy her body. The sight of her breasts bouncing with the force of his strokes, the sound of her breath between her lips and teeth, the smell of sex and water and mermaid perfume, the pleasure of her tight snatch around his tool… He pushed her harder and harder, gaining more reward for his efforts as they grew closer and closer to the bliss they both sought. Nox leaned down and caught one of her bouncing tits as he sped up, feeling the shudder that coursed through her small figure as he did so. A few more thrusts and she let out a moan that threatened to wake the Princess; Nox had forgotten about her majesty, but he didn’t mind if she saw his sin. He wanted to finish the young beauty he had at his mercy. She seized up and cried out several times as her body writhed under the poison of pleasure. Nox didn’t stop, but sped up as she came. Her moans petered off to the sound of his cock sliding inside of her dripping sex, the sound of skin lightly sliding against skin and slapping every few moments, the sound of moans and sin and pleasure and love. Nox knew he wouldn’t last mush longer, but he wanted so much more of Claria’s body. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers as his orgasm rose in his loins. He pushed one final time into her, feeling the end of her tunnel as he pushed deep, and released his seed into her body. She cried out silently, breath rasping through her lips as saliva edged her lips and her body accepted his gift.
Nox pulled his withering shaft from her hot slit and fell to the grass next to her. They both lied there for a short time. Nox lost track of time, only knowing that at some point, Claria slid over to him and cuddled against his body, her warmth kind against the cold night. Her lips met his and they kissed. Nox felt his shaft stirring once more and smiled into the kiss. Claria noticed the growth in his loins and chuckled sweetly, wrapping one of her delicate hands around his shaft and moaning in his kiss. Nox let his arms caress her pale, bare back and she gasped at the feeling as goose bumps rolled over her body. Suddenly he dropped his hands down, under her ass and rolled them over. She squealed and laughed at him, but she rose up and straddled his body, aligning his cock with her creamy tunnel. He entered her sex and groaned again, pushing all the way to the back of her depths and stretching her. Opening his eyes Nox looked at Claria and moaned. Her fingers were squeezing and caressing her breasts, her eyes were shut and her body was grinding hard against his hips while she pushed her self up and down on his shaft. She noticed his eyes and smiled, grabbing one of his hands and placing it on her breast, sliding her free hand down into the valley of her thighs to stroke her love button. Her moans became harsh when her fingers found it and began stroking lightly. Her movements became short, desperate. Her breath grew ragged and her skin quivered under her fingers and Nox’s attention.
Nox released her breast, to her disappointment, and grabbed her hips. She grinned down at him and gasped as he pulled her body down onto his member. He pushed her up until his shaft was released and pulled her back down, making her squeal in pleasure and beg for more. Nox smiled and rocked his hips up into hers, slapping his crotch against hers as he filled her sex with his meat. He caught her eyes and smiled as she came, jerking and crying as his shaft pushed against the depths of her sex. He was too much for her, but neither of them cared. Claria screamed in pleasure and grabbed her tits, squeezing them roughly while the rest of her body rocked against Nox’s shaft. She came again, pushing Nox closer and closer to his own orgasm as she screamed and mounted him like an animal. Nox couldn’t stop himself. He was groaning and shoving her body up and down on his length, not caring about her pain or pleasure; The scent of her perfume, her desire, the sex in the air and the sight of her body writhing in the pleasure of their union made him desperate. Finally Nox rolled them over and kissed her, ramming his cock into the back of her sex and filling her for the third time. She came once more, this time writhing under him until Nox passed out from the pleasure of release.
The next morning, Nox awoke before dawn, as was his custom. Claria was in the pool, allowing the water to restore her. Nox rose and walked into the water and grinned as she saw him.
“Well, you recover quickly.” she smiled and swam close to him, allowing Nox to embrace her and kiss her.
“I don’t require much sleep. And after last night, I feel refreshed. I wish I could have you again, but…” he darted his eyes to the cave and the mermaid giggled.
“Is she your wife? Is she what made last night so incredible?” Nox laughed at her smile. She was a trickster, to enjoying cheating women of their men.
“No, my charge. I was ordered to protect her by a nobleman. But she is young and innocent. So I need to dress, and meet her when she awakes.” Claria looked disappointed.
“With how long you last, I suppose we won’t have time for one more… but I want you to fill my body one more time any way. You’re a talented young man… cant you make her sleep a little longer?”
“Sorry, my sweet. But we must go soon.” Claria sighed and kissed him. He held her in the kiss a long time, even pulled her body out of the water and pushed his hardened shaft into her body. She shuddered and groaned as he filled her.
“Oh, you tease… fuck yes, fill me one more time…” Nox smiled and kissed her, pushing hard into her body and relishing it. They didn’t last long, after their sleep; sorcerers never do. After a few minutes they were writhing in mutual pleasure and Nox filled her body with his seed for the fourth time. They parted happy and clean. The sun rose as Nox donned his clothes. He saw Claria’s scales flash as she swam away. He smiled ruefully and wished to have her back more than anything. But he turned and walked toward the cave in which the Princess rested.

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Roofie Nights

Roofie Nights
It was Sunday morning, eleven o’clock when I woke up. I like sleeping in, although I rarely have the time for it. I yawned and stretched my arms. I was still sleepy and a little drowsy, but as my brain was slowly clearing up, I detected the same yearning sensation between my legs I had frequently woken up with the last few weeks. I slid my hand into my panties and felt my pussy. It was wet again, very wet. So wet, the goopy liquid was literally oozing from my lips and soaking the crotch of my panties. My lips were a bit swollen and I felt very aroused, my body was telling me it needed a good, long and hard fuck.
Maybe the years of abstinence had finally caught up with me and changed my body, making my pussy extra sensitive and super wet. Instead of ignoring the urges like I usually did, I let my fingers roam a little longer along the slick opening of my vagina and then let them sink inside me. It felt good and I pumped it in and out a few times more. Before I knew it, my instincts had taken over and I was masturbating like a horny teenager. My soaked pussy made loud squishy noises as two fingers plunged in and out. With my other hand I squeezed my breast and tweaked my nipples. It felt wonderful to surrender to my body’s needs and within a few minutes I was having my first orgasm.
Climaxing on my fingers felt really good, but I knew it wasn’t going to be enough to satisfy the powerful yearning between my legs. I opened my drawer, pulled out my trusty old vibrator from behind my panties and bras and crawled back in bed. I put the cock-shaped toy in my mouth to warm it and get it slick with my saliva before I let it sink deep into my hungry vagina. Not even bothering with turning the device on, I gave myself a good fucking with the nine inch plastic cock. Within minutes I felt the first signs indicate a massive orgasm was building in my loins. I had to bite my lips to keep from moaning out loud, as I was careful not to wake my teenage son in the next room.
I moved my hand away from my breast and began rubbing my engorged clit while I fucked myself even faster than before. The orgasmic pressure kept rising and release was getting very close now; I already felt that tingling sensation that announced an earth shattering cum was imminent. Pushing the vibrator as deep inside me as possible, I felt my body go rigid and the tidal waves of orgasmic pleasure I had been craving for washed over me.
It was over a full minute later when the last of my orgasm was ebbing away and I found myself slumped down in that wonderful rosy state that followed a good climax. Without thinking, I stuck my wet fingers in my mouth, licking them clean of my juices.
Then, as I subconsciously tasted my cum, I noticed something was wrong. I rubbed my finger between my pussylips a second time, scooping up more of the wetness. It was a bit frothy from the vigorous fucking I had given myself, but it didn’t look abnormal. I sniffed it and found it smelled like my pussy, but when I tasted it, there was definitely an additional taste. It was a faint and familiar taste, but I could not identify it. Maybe I should visit my GP and have him check for infections on Monday.
I got out of bed, made my way to the bathroom and stepped into the shower. The first thing I did was to take the shower head, aim the spray of water between my legs and wash away the excessive amounts of lubricating juices. After that I hung it back on the wall and let the warm water cascade down my body, hoping it would wash away the drowsiness from my brain. It did, at least a little, and a few minutes later I exited the shower clean and refreshed.
As I toweled myself dry and rubbed my body with moisturizing cream, I thought of the things I had to do today. Luckily there wasn’t much. Daniel and I had planned to go to see his grandparents, but they had cancelled, so for most of the day I was free to do whatever I wanted. It was a nice day, so maybe I’d do some gardening or get some sun… But first I had to get dressed and fix the two of us some breakfast.
I put on a nice black bra and matching string and wrapped the towel around my head. As I walked out the bathroom, I saw my son’s bedroom door close quickly, leaving just a one inch wide gap. I knew the boy was looking at me, the peeking perv. I loved him to death, but he was at that age that all he could think of was girls. As inconvenient my recent fits of hornyness were, his life must be a hundred times worse. I don’t think I’ve seen him without an erection for months. However, there was no need to deny him a nice view of my firm ass as I walked away from his door.
Seductively swaying my ass, I entered my room again. I couldn’t help but chuckle as I heard Daniel softly groan. Which reminded me, I had to do the laundry today.
Stage 1: Denial
When I woke on Monday morning it was just like the day before, only worse. It was seven thirty, my alarm clock was screaming in my ear and I was feeling awful; tired, groggy and slightly nauseous. As much as I loved Sundays, I hated Mondays. I was honestly contemplating calling in sick when I felt that same craving in my pussy. I pushed my hand in my panties and checked for dampness. My lips were even wetter than the day before. I scooped up a finger of juices and brought it to my face. I noticed a slight difference in texture, but when I tasted it, it was distinctly different from my normal taste. The extra taste I noticed before was much stronger this time.
What I tasted was not pussy juice, at least not all of it. It was no infection either. It was something else, but it couldn’t be; I hadn’t had sex in many months. But there was no doubt about it; what I tasted was sperm.
I could not believe someone had entered my house at night and fucked me while I was sleeping. The evidence was irrefutable, but just to be sure I sank my fingers in my pussy again and examined the juice under the light. It was a cloudy goop, thick with sperm-laden male cum.
Instead of going to the doctor, I was now seriously considering to go to the police. But before I would see them, I needed to clear my head and gather some solid evidence. I decided to call in sick and get some more rest first. I told my son I wasn’t feeling well and told him to make his own breakfast and then go to school. I got back in bed and almost instantly fell asleep again. When I woke up, it was almost noon and I was feeling a lot better. I took a thorough shower, cleaning myself inside and out, got dressed and fixed myself a quick little brunch.
After I was finished eating, I took a tour around the house, meticulously inspecting every door and every window for evidence of forced entry. I found nothing, so the next thing I did was to call a man to change the locks. Maybe the intruder had somehow acquired a key to my home.
Feeling a bit more secure now, I went online and searched for a so-called nanny cam, a cleverly disguised camera that would wirelessly connect to a computer. I found a nice one that looked like a stack of books, which would fit neatly in my room without being noticed. I ordered the camera and it would be delivered within a few days.
I was just finished ordering the camera when the doorbell rang. I walked downstairs to see who it was. It was Daniel who had just come home from school.
“Mom, my key doesn’t work anymore” he said as I let him in.
I couldn’t tell him the true reason I had changed the locks so I improvised.
“That’s right honey. I lost my keys, so I had them all replaced” I lied and gave him one of the new spare keys. “Here, use this one”
“Thanks, mom. Are you feeling a little better yet?”
“Yes sweety, I think I probably ate something wrong. I feel much better now”
“That’s great, mom”
“Come in, I’ll make us a nice cup of tea”
That night, I went to bed early and still not feeling a hundred percent secure. I had a little trouble falling asleep but after a while I did and soon it was morning again. After I silenced the alarm clock’s unbearable shrieking, I was pleased to notice I was feeling a little better and more rested than I had the past two days. With a hand trembling of anxiety I slid my hand into my panties and I was relieved to detect just an ordinary amount of dampness between my pussy lips.
I quickly took a shower and cooked a decent breakfast for Daniel and me. I sent my son to school and went to work too. That evening, I made saltimbocca alla romana with green beans and oven baked potatoes, one of me and Daniel’s favorite dishes. After a wonderful dinner I crashed on the couch while my son was doing the dishes. I was sipping a small glass of the leftover Marsala wine while watching some old romantic movie. As he was finished with his chores, Daniel sat down on the armrest next to me. In his hands he had two bowls of vanilla ice cream with pear and a molten chocolate sauce. It was his way of saying “I love you mom”.
“Hmmm that’s nice, thank you Danny” I said as I dipped the spoon in the sticky chocolate and licked it off before it got hard again.
“Did you do your homework?” I asked.
“No homework today mom”
“Then come sit with me and we’ll watch this movie together”
“Is it a good movie?” he asked.
“Nope, it’s a terrible chick-flick, but you’ll have to get used to those for when you have a girlfriend.”
Daniel groaned unhappily and started to get up again to go to his room. I patted the seat next to me and asked “Please?”
Daniel sat down again, closer to me, a bit reluctant. We watched the movie in silence as we both ate the delicious dessert. When I was finished, I put down the bowl and waited for Daniel to be done eating.
“So.., is there a girl you’d like to watch movies with?” I asked carefully. I saw him blush a little, in a cute and innocent way. Daniel had always been very shy, although he is a really handsome boy with lots of friends.
“No mom, no girl. It’s just you and me” he murmured.
“Good, I like you with me” I said and let my head rest on his shoulder. We stayed like that for the rest of the movie. When the movie ended it was already close to bedtime so we went both upstairs. As I lay down in bed I had almost forgotten about the nighttime rapist and soon fell asleep.
The next morning there was again no evidence of sexual activity. Maybe it had been all in my mind or maybe changing the locks had been enough to keep the intruder out. It was a great relief; it felt like a huge burden had fallen off my shoulders.
Stage 2: Anger
Thursday morning I again woke up with a fogged brain and a sperm-filled pussy. I didn’t know whether to cry, get angry or finger my pussy. I did all three.
When I finally got out of bed, I grabbed the phone and began dialing the police’s number. As I was thinking how to explain my situation, I once again reminded myself I needed more proof first. After all, it was quite some time ago I had actually tasted sperm, maybe I was mistaken. I needed some real, solid evidence.
My work was suffering too and I got a reprimand from my boss for making mistakes because of my absentmindedness. I knew the man was secretly lusting after me; he certainly hadn’t hired me for my typing skills. Maybe I should just go into his office and give him a blowjob; that would put us both at ease.
Luckily, a package arrived for me that afternoon. It was the nanny cam and I immediately placed the device in my bedroom and installed the software on my laptop. After a little tinkering with the aim and focus, I had a good view of both my bed and the bedroom door. The image wasn’t the best, but it would be good enough to see what was going on.
That night I went to bed and immediately fell asleep. When I woke the next morning, the first thing I did was feeling my pussy. It was drenched.
I turned my laptop on and downloaded the footage the nanny cam had taken last night while I took a quick, hot shower. When I was ready, so was the video. With trembling hands, I pressed play.
I watched myself get ready for bed, lying down and promptly fall asleep. The nanny cam had also an infra-red camera, so even if it was pitch-dark, I would be able to see clearly what was happening. It wasn’t necessary however, as suddenly the light flicked back on. According to my alarm clock, it was only half past eleven when the door opened and the nightly intruder entered my bedroom.
Two young men walked into my bedroom. I could not see who the first one was, but the other I identified as Jimmy, the boy next door. I was really surprised; I had never expected to see Jimmy. He and my son hung out together sometimes, but I wouldn’t call them friends. Not close friends anyway. Like my son he was a well-natured kid, a little shy but handsomely built. However, there was no reason for Jimmy to be in our home at night, and definitely no reason for him or his friend to be in my bedroom. Nevertheless, here they were and there was no doubt as to their intentions.
The first boy now closed the door and turned towards Jimmy. Doing so, he was facing the camera and with a shock I recognized who he was.
My nighttime rapist was my own sweet and innocent little boy!
Daniel led the way and the neighbor kid followed him to my bed. I watched my son shake me awake and fold back the sheets. I was surprised to see I didn’t do anything to stop him from exposing me. In fact, it even looked like I was cooperating, letting the boys admire me in my negligee.
I heard Daniel talk to me, but couldn’t understand what he was saying. I went a few seconds back and increased the volume.
“Open your robe mom” he said.
I could see I was awake, but not completely, it was like I was sleepwalking; dazed and a little out of touch with reality. However, I was awake enough to obey my son and unbutton the front of my negligee. My firm breasts were now fully exposed and I heard the neighbor kid gasp as he beheld them. Years ago, when I still dated, men had always drooled over my firm round breasts and I felt a perverted sense of pride I still had it.
“Take off your panties now” Daniel said.
Again I complied without hesitating. I lifted my butt and slid the sheer panties down my legs. I let my legs fall open so my neatly trimmed bush was now bare and fully visible to the boys.
Jimmy craned his neck to see as much as possible. His pants were already bulging with his erection. I couldn’t see clearly, but it looked like Daniel’s was too. My son was rubbing his crotch with one hand as his other reached out and landed on my breast. His fingers kneaded the supple flesh and pinched the pink tip. He had my nipples erect in no time and I could hear myself moan softly.
Noticing my heightened state of arousal, he moved in and started kissing me on the mouth. I passionately returned the kiss and let my tongue wrestle with his for some time while he continued fondling me. Then he broke off the kiss and moved his lips down, via my neck to my sensitive nipples. He kissed and nibbled, apparently knowing exactly what I liked, getting me hotter by the second.
Finally he decided I was horny enough to move on to the next step. He opened his fly and pulled out his stiff cock. Then he grabbed my hand and put it around his dick.
“Suck it for me mom” he said.
Without objecting I did what Daniel asked and moved closer so my face was near my son’s cock. He groaned with lust as my lips closed around his cock and I started to suck on the tip. Moving even closer, I swallowed his cock and took him completely in my throat. It was a trick my ex-husband had loved a lot and it was no surprise his son liked it as well. I let the boy fuck my throat for a while and then backed off a little so I could suck the head again.
While I was busy blowing my son, he pulled my leg further to one side so my sex was fully exposed to the boys’ view and touch. Daniel let his fingers run upwards from my knee along my inner thighs until they reached my steaming pussy. Tantalizingly slowly he moved them up and down the length of my lips, before parting them and sliding between.
I saw and heard myself moan as my son rubbed his wet finger over my clit. He started talking again.
“Do you like this, mom?” the boy asked. “Do you like me fingering your wet cunt?”
I let Daniels cock slip from my mouth, slurred a barely audible “Yesh” and started sucking again.
“Do you want us to fuck you, mom?”
This time I didn’t even bother removing him from my mouth and nodded while I blew him.
“Say it mom, say: I want you both to fuck my cunt”
“Ah want you bofh in mah cunt”
As I said those words, my son’s fingers found the entrance of my hungry pussy and pushed two fingers in. I moaned and eagerly started sucking again as he began fucking me with his fingers.
The boy next door now took off his shirt and dropped his pants. He was obviously very aroused too, as his big cock was pushing out the front of his boxers. A moment later this last item of clothing was also on the floor and he was as naked as me. It was hard to discern much in the grainy images of the cheap nanny cam, but I had to admit he had a really handsome cock.
He climbed onto the bed and maneuvered himself on my other side and prodded my mouth with his erection. I let Daniel slip from my mouth and started sucking the two cocks in turn. Not satisfied with having to share my oral attentions, Daniel got up and crawled between my inviting spread legs. His slender body blocked the view, but it wasn’t difficult to guess what my son was doing. He moved his hand down between our bodies and then he pushed his hips forward, obviously sinking his stiff cock into his mother’s pussy.
I heard me moaning as my son began to thrust his cock in my pussy. I know my own moaning, and there was no denying I was loving the two hard cocks that were violating my body. Daniel was fucking me with rapid, powerful thrusts, making me squeal out around the other boy’s penis. My one free hand was clenching my son’s butt, pulling him into me and making him fuck me harder and faster.
The boy next door was getting close to orgasm as he began fucking my mouth with his cock.
“Oh Mrs. Stewart I’m cumming!” he groaned as his body stiffened.
Right then my son forcefully slammed his hips into me and his friend’s cock popped out of my mouth, just as the boy started cumming. A huge jet of sperm blasted against my nose and forehead, followed by a second before I could stick the cumspewing rod back in my mouth. I wasn’t going to let him go again and kept sucking as he climaxed; I sucked and swallowed and sucked again as the boy obviously had one of the biggest orgasms in his life. A minute later, when he was finally finished cumming, he pulled his wilting cock from my lips and fell back against the headrest, temporarily drained.
I licked my lips, savoring the taste of his sperm. Then, with my finger I wiped the last of his thick cum off my face and sucked it into my mouth.
Now I could spend all my attention on my son’s cock in my pussy. I wrapped my legs around his butt, and I could hear me spur him on to fuck me harder and deeper.
Daniel grabbed my legs and pulled them up against his shoulders. I knew that in this position, my pussy would be extra tight and allowed him to push even deeper than before, making it even more fun for us both.
He soon had me squealing with joy as he fucked me for ten minutes and he actually made me cum on his cock, just seconds before I saw his butt clench too and I knew he was depositing his seed in my vagina. He pushed in as far as he could and ground his hips against my butt as he filled me up completely.
“Oh mom, you’re the best” he groaned and leaned in for a kiss, folding me nearly double.
Moments later he rolled off me and onto his back and I saw a glob of white ooze from my pussy.
The boy next door, who had been watching us and jacking his cock back to full hardness, immediately took my son’s place between my legs. I saw him fumble a bit, trying to align his cock with my vagina. When he finally found the spot, he plunged in and began to fuck in a frantic tempo. Thirty seconds later I saw him tense up already as he too shot his seed in my pussy. Unlike my son, he didn’t pull out when he was finished cumming, instead he started pumping again. He kept fucking me with the same rushed tempo, as if he was racing towards his next orgasm as quickly as possible. Taking control of the situation, I rolled him on his back so I was on top and thus able to direct the movements of our bodies. I fucked the boy for a few more minutes, grinding my clit into his coarse pubes and rocking my hips back and forth, while he lay back and enjoyed the view and the powerful sensations in his cock
Daniel was having me suck his cock hard again while he watched me ride his friend. Once again I was being stuffed at both ends and I loved it. It was too bad Jimmy only lasted a few minutes before he clenched up for a third time and groaned that he was cumming.
After his friend was finally finished squirting his stuff in me, my son told me it was his turn again.
“Mom, get on your knees and bend over” he told me.
I watched in disbelieve how I climbed off the boy and got on my hands and knees, presenting my upturned ass to my son. He got behind me, grabbed his cock and pushed it back in my pussy. I moaned again as Daniel started to fuck me with long, deep thrusts.
I had already been feeling quite horny when I woke up, but I was getting even more aroused by these images. My pussy was throbbing, begging for attention. My hands had found their way into my panties and my fingers were at my clit. I knew I was aroused, but It was embarrassing how incredibly wet I was. But, in spite of my arousal, my enraged brain overruled my pussy’s desperate pleads to be touched. Call me old-fashioned, but I could not get off knowing it was my own son who had fucked me.
In sharp contrast, the woman on the screen was having no difficulties giving in to her lust. I was pushing back at my boy with every thrust. My breathing was labored and my whimpers became moans. I could see I was loving this perverted fuck with my son. Daniel was noticing this too as he fucked me even harder, slamming his hips against my butt.
“Are you cumming again mom?” he asked, grunting.
“Yesh Dannl, ah’m cumming! Youh cock feels sooh good in me” I groaned. I could tell I wasn’t lying; I really was cumming hard on my son’s cock.
“Get on the bed jimmy” Daniel said “Let her suck your cock again”
Jimmy did as my son suggested and sat down by my face. Without hesitating I gobbled up his prick and started sucking him while my boy continued to pump my pussy.
There was a soft knock on my door.
“Mom, are you awake?” Daniel asked.
I glanced at the clock and saw I had to go to work in twenty minutes.
“Yes Daniel, I’m fine! Just get yourself some cereal ok? There’s milk in the fridge”
I knew I was a bit cross, but I was not ready to talk to him right now. Besides, there was no time for a talk either. I had been watching the video for thirty minutes and I had to hurry now. I couldn’t be late for work, not after yesterday’s performance, but I had to see everything that had taken place that night. So I pressed the fast forward button and watched while I got dressed for work.
I had to admit, the boys were incredibly inventive, fucking me in ways I’d never thought of. At one time, they were both fucking my pussy at the same time; Jimmy from below and my son from behind. No matter how angry I was, I just had to press play, to watch in normal speed and hear the three of us grunt and moan like animals. Once again there was no denying I liked what the boys were doing to me; I was absolutely loving every second of it, having orgasm after orgasm while the two teens fucked me in harmony.
A little reluctant I pressed fast forward again, as I really had to hurry now. When the boys were finished with me it was past twelve o’clock. They had been fucking me almost nonstop for well over an hour and, if I counted correctly, the boys had pumped at least eight loads of sperm in my pussy. No wonder it was still dripping in the morning.
Before they left, the boys cleaned me up, wiped my soiled pussy with a cloth and helped me get dressed again. Then they helped me in bed and exited my room. Seconds later I was sleeping peacefully again.
Stage 3: Bargaining
As I watched myself sleep, I deliberated what I had to do next. All my questions were answered, but replaced by many new questions. I now knew who had sex with me at night and how he got in the house, but why had I done nothing to stop them?
I had all the evidence I needed to have my rapist arrested, but I couldn’t go to the police anymore. I could never do that to my own son. Also, after watching the footage, I could hardly classify the sex as rape. Could it be that I was so horny from the sexual deprivation that I willingly fucked my own son and the boy next door in my sleep?
No matter how angry I was at Daniel right now, I was still his mother and would always love him. I decided it would be best to talk to him, tell him I knew what he did and how wrong it was. All I had to do was find a way to tell my son he had to stop fucking me, without destroying our loving bond.
That afternoon when Daniel came home I fought to find a way to start our conversation. It was without success, so I decided it would be better to wait for him in my room and confront him as he came in at night. I knew what would happen when I fell asleep, so tonight I was going to stay awake and in control. Steeling myself for the confrontation, I had a big glass of wine, but made sure I remained sober enough to not let myself go.
However, even though I didn’t remember falling asleep, or even getting ready for bed, the next thing I remember is waking up the next morning in my nightclothes with a powerful feeling of drowsiness and a pussy that was overflowing with sperm. How did that happen?
I turned on my laptop and waited impatiently for last night’s video to load.
I saw myself sitting on my bed, fully dressed and waiting for my son to enter the room. Ten minutes later my son entered the room, followed by his friend Adrian and a girl I recognized as Adrian’s sister Grace. Daniel was a bit surprised to see me awake, but he did not flee, nor did he make up an excuse for invading my private quarters. Instead he sat down next to me on the bed and draped his arm around my waist.
I slumped against him and giggled like a schoolgirl. He whispered something in my ears and kissed me in the neck. I did not know what he had said, but it must have worked, because the next moment we had our lips pressed together and were kissing like lovers.
Emboldened by my flirtatious behavior and the reaction to his kiss, he let his hand wander over my blouse, circling ever closer to my breasts until he finally reached them. I didn’t protest when my son was groping me, even allowing him to slide his hand inside my blouse and fondle my bare breast. While he did so, his other hand was pressing down between my legs, rubbing little circles on the crotch of my jeans. I could see me open my legs a bit more, allowing his hand to move between them and give it better access to my pussy.
Now Adrian sat down on my other side and started kissing me too. Together they lowered me onto my back and unbuttoned my blouse. My full round breasts were now uncovered and immediately the boys latched onto my hard nipples. Grace, who had been watching from a distance, joined in and started kissing me too. I eagerly returned her kisses and our tongues started playing.
My hands were busy too, feeling the bulging crotches of Daniel and Adrian. With a bit of fumbling I freed my son’s cock from its tight confines and started jacking him off. Seeing this, Adrian opened his fly too and pulled out his cock so I could masturbate him as well. With surprising dexterity I jacked both boys off at the same time while the three of them rubbed and kissed my breasts and body, kissed my mouth and massaged my pussy.
I was moaning, drunk on the kisses, pushing my hips upward, against Daniels rubbing hand. He took this as a sign to continue his conquest of my body and unzipped the front of my pants. His hands now pushed into the tight jeans, working its way back to my pussy. Unhappy with the slow progress he made, I lifted my ass off the bed and tried to lower my pants. The boys eagerly assisted me and soon I was lying on my back again, dressed in nothing but my panties.
Daniels fingers were back between my legs, rubbing my pussy through the thin cotton panties. I could see myself humping upwards again, pressing my mound up against my son’s probing fingers. Feeling my need, he pulled the crotch aside and plunged his fingers into my hole. While his fingers pumped in and out of my vagina, his thumb rubbed directly on my aroused clit. A minute later I was already having the first of a long series of much-needed orgasms.
Grace had broken our kiss and was now undressing too. The grainy image didn’t show much detail, but I could see the girl had a nice curvy body, with small perky breasts and a pussy that was shaven smooth. She rubbed her finger between her lips and presented it to me. Without hesitation I opened my mouth and sucked on her finger, moaning as I tasted her pussy. The last time I remember tasting another girl’s juices is over twenty years ago, when I was in my teens and experimenting with my best friend. I still remember how I loved the sweet taste of my friend’s pussy, so it was no surprise I was enjoying Grace’s taste too.
Seeing I was up for more, Grace crawled up to my head and placed one knee on each side. Then she lowered her pussy onto my lips. I could not see much happening, but judging by her moans, I was doing a very decent job of licking her pussy.
I was so absorbed with eating her out, that I completely forgot to rub the cocks in my hands. Unhappy with the lack of stimulation, Adrian got on his feet and presented his cock to his sister. Grace immediately opened her mouth for him and started sucking on his cock. It was obviously not the first time the girl sucked her brother’s cock.
In a way, this realization was reassuring to me, like it was a bit more acceptable to have sex with my son now I knew that Adrian had sex with his sister. If they were okay with it, maybe it wasn’t so bad?
While I was eating Grace’s pussy and Adrian had his cock sucked, my son crawled between my legs and pulled my panties off. He spread my legs even further and lowered his face towards my sex and kissed the lips. Even my ex-husband had never licked my pussy, though I had begged him for it and here my son was eating my pussy like it was candy. Although I could not see it and, sadly, could not recall it, I knew the oral pleasure he was giving was nothing short of divine.
I could hear high-pitched squeals coming from between Grace’s thighs, squeals I had not heard myself make in a long time, squeals that indicated an exceptionally good cum. All through my orgasm I never stopped licking her and the vibrations of the moans even added to her pleasure. Now it was my turn to make her squeal. With her hands in my hair the girl humped my face, her moans became more frequent and increasingly rose in pitch as my tongue brought her ever closer to orgasm. I could see her tense up, grabbing the headrest for support as she came.
Overcome with a most powerful climax, she raised her pussy off my mouth and sat down on the pillow, panting and quivering. Showing no compassion with the wracked girl, Adrian grabbed her in his arms and threw her on her back next to me on the mattress. Then he climbed between her legs and seconds later he was pumping into his sister like there was no tomorrow.
All this time my son’s mouth was doing wonderful things to my pussy and I could see he was getting me hotter and hotter. When I finally couldn’t take it anymore, I pulled him on top of my body and begged him to fuck me. I grabbed his cock and lined it up with my vagina.
“Fuck meh Danniel” I whimpered
“You want this mom?” he asked, teasingly rubbing the tip of his cock between my lips.
“Yesh, fuck meh now! Ah need it so bad, Pleashe”
Giving in to my desperate pleas, Daniel pushed forward and started fucking me with long powerful strokes.
Again I was getting really aroused by what I was watching. It was like I was watching a really hot porno and subconsciously my hand had found its way into my cum-soaked panties. My pussy was begging for attention but I had to remind myself I had to go to work in thirty minutes so there really was no time for that.
As I licked my fingers, I tasted once more the now familiar taste of my juice mixed with sperm, my son’s sperm and probably also that of Adrian. It was a delicious cum cocktail and I dipped my finger back in my pussy to get some more. Without me wanting to, I started rubbing my clit every time I went back for more cum cocktail and before I knew it, I was on the edge of cumming again. As I watched Daniel push his cock in me, I plunged my fingers in my pussy, matching the movements to those of my son, thinking how it was him that was fucking me right now.
Stage 4: Depression
All day I was on an emotional roller coaster. One moment I was incredibly horny, the next I was wracked with guilt. How could I turn from a loving mother into such a wanton slut? Why was I doing those horrible things with my son and why was I loving it so damn much?
These nighttime orgies really had to stop, no matter how much I seemed to enjoy them. I wasn’t angry at Daniel anymore, but it wasn’t right for a mother to be doing things like this to her son. It just wasn’t healthy. I didn’t know what to do and there was no one who could help me.
Daniel never gave any indication he was planning something. Nor did he give any signs of being a troubled kid. He did his homework, watched his shows and kissed me goodnight by ten. Half an hour later I checked him and he was sleeping peacefully. He looked so innocent and sweet, I could hardly believe this sweet boy was my nighttime rapist. But then, I could also hardly believe I was the same woman as the insatiable slut he fucked in the videos. I closed the door and went downstairs again.
With Daniel asleep, I could finally have some me-time. Late at night was the only time I had some time to myself, without any work, housekeeping or mothering. Just me, my books and a nice cold glass of chardonnay.
Speaking of chardonnay, I noticed the bottle was almost empty as I poured myself a glass of wine. I really did not want to get drunk, but there was only a little left, so I kept pouring. After I had emptied the bottle into my glass I made myself comfortable again. Then, as I looked at the glass, there was something that caught my eye.
There were little gritty bits of white powder floating towards the bottom of the glass. I realized what it was and it explained why I did all those things and why I never could remember any of it. With every glass of chardonnay I drank, my son drugged me with some kind of rape drug and then had his way with my willing body!
As I looked in my liquor cabinet, I saw that every single bottle had been carefully opened and some of them had a little bit of white residue on the bottom. The little bugger was taking no chances; he had spiked all the bottles.
I sat down on the couch again and thought about what to do. Finally aware of what was happening to me somehow made me feel more relaxed. Also I was relieved to know it was all Daniel’s doing, there was no blame on my side; I was still the loving mother I had always been. Everything made sense now and I knew what to do. I picked up the glass and took a big swig.
I wonder who’ll be fucking me tonight.
Stage 5: Acceptance

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Roofie Nights

Roofie Nights
It was Sunday morning, eleven o’clock when I woke up. I like sleeping in, although I rarely have the time for it. I yawned and stretched my arms. I was still sleepy and a little drowsy, but as my brain was slowly clearing up, I detected the same yearning sensation between my legs I had frequently woken up with the last few weeks. I slid my hand into my panties and felt my pussy. It was wet again, very wet. So wet, the goopy liquid was literally oozing from my lips and soaking the crotch of my panties. My lips were a bit swollen and I felt very aroused, my body was telling me it needed a good, long and hard fuck.
Maybe the years of abstinence had finally caught up with me and changed my body, making my pussy extra sensitive and super wet. Instead of ignoring the urges like I usually did, I let my fingers roam a little longer along the slick opening of my vagina and then let them sink inside me. It felt good and I pumped it in and out a few times more. Before I knew it, my instincts had taken over and I was masturbating like a horny teenager. My soaked pussy made loud squishy noises as two fingers plunged in and out. With my other hand I squeezed my breast and tweaked my nipples. It felt wonderful to surrender to my body’s needs and within a few minutes I was having my first orgasm.
Climaxing on my fingers felt really good, but I knew it wasn’t going to be enough to satisfy the powerful yearning between my legs. I opened my drawer, pulled out my trusty old vibrator from behind my panties and bras and crawled back in bed. I put the cock-shaped toy in my mouth to warm it and get it slick with my saliva before I let it sink deep into my hungry vagina. Not even bothering with turning the device on, I gave myself a good fucking with the nine inch plastic cock. Within minutes I felt the first signs indicate a massive orgasm was building in my loins. I had to bite my lips to keep from moaning out loud, as I was careful not to wake my teenage son in the next room.
I moved my hand away from my breast and began rubbing my engorged clit while I fucked myself even faster than before. The orgasmic pressure kept rising and release was getting very close now; I already felt that tingling sensation that announced an earth shattering cum was imminent. Pushing the vibrator as deep inside me as possible, I felt my body go rigid and the tidal waves of orgasmic pleasure I had been craving for washed over me.
It was over a full minute later when the last of my orgasm was ebbing away and I found myself slumped down in that wonderful rosy state that followed a good climax. Without thinking, I stuck my wet fingers in my mouth, licking them clean of my juices.
Then, as I subconsciously tasted my cum, I noticed something was wrong. I rubbed my finger between my pussylips a second time, scooping up more of the wetness. It was a bit frothy from the vigorous fucking I had given myself, but it didn’t look abnormal. I sniffed it and found it smelled like my pussy, but when I tasted it, there was definitely an additional taste. It was a faint and familiar taste, but I could not identify it. Maybe I should visit my GP and have him check for infections on Monday.
I got out of bed, made my way to the bathroom and stepped into the shower. The first thing I did was to take the shower head, aim the spray of water between my legs and wash away the excessive amounts of lubricating juices. After that I hung it back on the wall and let the warm water cascade down my body, hoping it would wash away the drowsiness from my brain. It did, at least a little, and a few minutes later I exited the shower clean and refreshed.
As I toweled myself dry and rubbed my body with moisturizing cream, I thought of the things I had to do today. Luckily there wasn’t much. Daniel and I had planned to go to see his grandparents, but they had cancelled, so for most of the day I was free to do whatever I wanted. It was a nice day, so maybe I’d do some gardening or get some sun… But first I had to get dressed and fix the two of us some breakfast.
I put on a nice black bra and matching string and wrapped the towel around my head. As I walked out the bathroom, I saw my son’s bedroom door close quickly, leaving just a one inch wide gap. I knew the boy was looking at me, the peeking perv. I loved him to death, but he was at that age that all he could think of was girls. As inconvenient my recent fits of hornyness were, his life must be a hundred times worse. I don’t think I’ve seen him without an erection for months. However, there was no need to deny him a nice view of my firm ass as I walked away from his door.
Seductively swaying my ass, I entered my room again. I couldn’t help but chuckle as I heard Daniel softly groan. Which reminded me, I had to do the laundry today.
Stage 1: Denial
When I woke on Monday morning it was just like the day before, only worse. It was seven thirty, my alarm clock was screaming in my ear and I was feeling awful; tired, groggy and slightly nauseous. As much as I loved Sundays, I hated Mondays. I was honestly contemplating calling in sick when I felt that same craving in my pussy. I pushed my hand in my panties and checked for dampness. My lips were even wetter than the day before. I scooped up a finger of juices and brought it to my face. I noticed a slight difference in texture, but when I tasted it, it was distinctly different from my normal taste. The extra taste I noticed before was much stronger this time.
What I tasted was not pussy juice, at least not all of it. It was no infection either. It was something else, but it couldn’t be; I hadn’t had sex in many months. But there was no doubt about it; what I tasted was sperm.
I could not believe someone had entered my house at night and fucked me while I was sleeping. The evidence was irrefutable, but just to be sure I sank my fingers in my pussy again and examined the juice under the light. It was a cloudy goop, thick with sperm-laden male cum.
Instead of going to the doctor, I was now seriously considering to go to the police. But before I would see them, I needed to clear my head and gather some solid evidence. I decided to call in sick and get some more rest first. I told my son I wasn’t feeling well and told him to make his own breakfast and then go to school. I got back in bed and almost instantly fell asleep again. When I woke up, it was almost noon and I was feeling a lot better. I took a thorough shower, cleaning myself inside and out, got dressed and fixed myself a quick little brunch.
After I was finished eating, I took a tour around the house, meticulously inspecting every door and every window for evidence of forced entry. I found nothing, so the next thing I did was to call a man to change the locks. Maybe the intruder had somehow acquired a key to my home.
Feeling a bit more secure now, I went online and searched for a so-called nanny cam, a cleverly disguised camera that would wirelessly connect to a computer. I found a nice one that looked like a stack of books, which would fit neatly in my room without being noticed. I ordered the camera and it would be delivered within a few days.
I was just finished ordering the camera when the doorbell rang. I walked downstairs to see who it was. It was Daniel who had just come home from school.
“Mom, my key doesn’t work anymore” he said as I let him in.
I couldn’t tell him the true reason I had changed the locks so I improvised.
“That’s right honey. I lost my keys, so I had them all replaced” I lied and gave him one of the new spare keys. “Here, use this one”
“Thanks, mom. Are you feeling a little better yet?”
“Yes sweety, I think I probably ate something wrong. I feel much better now”
“That’s great, mom”
“Come in, I’ll make us a nice cup of tea”
That night, I went to bed early and still not feeling a hundred percent secure. I had a little trouble falling asleep but after a while I did and soon it was morning again. After I silenced the alarm clock’s unbearable shrieking, I was pleased to notice I was feeling a little better and more rested than I had the past two days. With a hand trembling of anxiety I slid my hand into my panties and I was relieved to detect just an ordinary amount of dampness between my pussy lips.
I quickly took a shower and cooked a decent breakfast for Daniel and me. I sent my son to school and went to work too. That evening, I made saltimbocca alla romana with green beans and oven baked potatoes, one of me and Daniel’s favorite dishes. After a wonderful dinner I crashed on the couch while my son was doing the dishes. I was sipping a small glass of the leftover Marsala wine while watching some old romantic movie. As he was finished with his chores, Daniel sat down on the armrest next to me. In his hands he had two bowls of vanilla ice cream with pear and a molten chocolate sauce. It was his way of saying “I love you mom”.
“Hmmm that’s nice, thank you Danny” I said as I dipped the spoon in the sticky chocolate and licked it off before it got hard again.
“Did you do your homework?” I asked.
“No homework today mom”
“Then come sit with me and we’ll watch this movie together”
“Is it a good movie?” he asked.
“Nope, it’s a terrible chick-flick, but you’ll have to get used to those for when you have a girlfriend.”
Daniel groaned unhappily and started to get up again to go to his room. I patted the seat next to me and asked “Please?”
Daniel sat down again, closer to me, a bit reluctant. We watched the movie in silence as we both ate the delicious dessert. When I was finished, I put down the bowl and waited for Daniel to be done eating.
“So.., is there a girl you’d like to watch movies with?” I asked carefully. I saw him blush a little, in a cute and innocent way. Daniel had always been very shy, although he is a really handsome boy with lots of friends.
“No mom, no girl. It’s just you and me” he murmured.
“Good, I like you with me” I said and let my head rest on his shoulder. We stayed like that for the rest of the movie. When the movie ended it was already close to bedtime so we went both upstairs. As I lay down in bed I had almost forgotten about the nighttime rapist and soon fell asleep.
The next morning there was again no evidence of sexual activity. Maybe it had been all in my mind or maybe changing the locks had been enough to keep the intruder out. It was a great relief; it felt like a huge burden had fallen off my shoulders.
Stage 2: Anger
Thursday morning I again woke up with a fogged brain and a sperm-filled pussy. I didn’t know whether to cry, get angry or finger my pussy. I did all three.
When I finally got out of bed, I grabbed the phone and began dialing the police’s number. As I was thinking how to explain my situation, I once again reminded myself I needed more proof first. After all, it was quite some time ago I had actually tasted sperm, maybe I was mistaken. I needed some real, solid evidence.
My work was suffering too and I got a reprimand from my boss for making mistakes because of my absentmindedness. I knew the man was secretly lusting after me; he certainly hadn’t hired me for my typing skills. Maybe I should just go into his office and give him a blowjob; that would put us both at ease.
Luckily, a package arrived for me that afternoon. It was the nanny cam and I immediately placed the device in my bedroom and installed the software on my laptop. After a little tinkering with the aim and focus, I had a good view of both my bed and the bedroom door. The image wasn’t the best, but it would be good enough to see what was going on.
That night I went to bed and immediately fell asleep. When I woke the next morning, the first thing I did was feeling my pussy. It was drenched.
I turned my laptop on and downloaded the footage the nanny cam had taken last night while I took a quick, hot shower. When I was ready, so was the video. With trembling hands, I pressed play.
I watched myself get ready for bed, lying down and promptly fall asleep. The nanny cam had also an infra-red camera, so even if it was pitch-dark, I would be able to see clearly what was happening. It wasn’t necessary however, as suddenly the light flicked back on. According to my alarm clock, it was only half past eleven when the door opened and the nightly intruder entered my bedroom.
Two young men walked into my bedroom. I could not see who the first one was, but the other I identified as Jimmy, the boy next door. I was really surprised; I had never expected to see Jimmy. He and my son hung out together sometimes, but I wouldn’t call them friends. Not close friends anyway. Like my son he was a well-natured kid, a little shy but handsomely built. However, there was no reason for Jimmy to be in our home at night, and definitely no reason for him or his friend to be in my bedroom. Nevertheless, here they were and there was no doubt as to their intentions.
The first boy now closed the door and turned towards Jimmy. Doing so, he was facing the camera and with a shock I recognized who he was.
My nighttime rapist was my own sweet and innocent little boy!
Daniel led the way and the neighbor kid followed him to my bed. I watched my son shake me awake and fold back the sheets. I was surprised to see I didn’t do anything to stop him from exposing me. In fact, it even looked like I was cooperating, letting the boys admire me in my negligee.
I heard Daniel talk to me, but couldn’t understand what he was saying. I went a few seconds back and increased the volume.
“Open your robe mom” he said.
I could see I was awake, but not completely, it was like I was sleepwalking; dazed and a little out of touch with reality. However, I was awake enough to obey my son and unbutton the front of my negligee. My firm breasts were now fully exposed and I heard the neighbor kid gasp as he beheld them. Years ago, when I still dated, men had always drooled over my firm round breasts and I felt a perverted sense of pride I still had it.
“Take off your panties now” Daniel said.
Again I complied without hesitating. I lifted my butt and slid the sheer panties down my legs. I let my legs fall open so my neatly trimmed bush was now bare and fully visible to the boys.
Jimmy craned his neck to see as much as possible. His pants were already bulging with his erection. I couldn’t see clearly, but it looked like Daniel’s was too. My son was rubbing his crotch with one hand as his other reached out and landed on my breast. His fingers kneaded the supple flesh and pinched the pink tip. He had my nipples erect in no time and I could hear myself moan softly.
Noticing my heightened state of arousal, he moved in and started kissing me on the mouth. I passionately returned the kiss and let my tongue wrestle with his for some time while he continued fondling me. Then he broke off the kiss and moved his lips down, via my neck to my sensitive nipples. He kissed and nibbled, apparently knowing exactly what I liked, getting me hotter by the second.
Finally he decided I was horny enough to move on to the next step. He opened his fly and pulled out his stiff cock. Then he grabbed my hand and put it around his dick.
“Suck it for me mom” he said.
Without objecting I did what Daniel asked and moved closer so my face was near my son’s cock. He groaned with lust as my lips closed around his cock and I started to suck on the tip. Moving even closer, I swallowed his cock and took him completely in my throat. It was a trick my ex-husband had loved a lot and it was no surprise his son liked it as well. I let the boy fuck my throat for a while and then backed off a little so I could suck the head again.
While I was busy blowing my son, he pulled my leg further to one side so my sex was fully exposed to the boys’ view and touch. Daniel let his fingers run upwards from my knee along my inner thighs until they reached my steaming pussy. Tantalizingly slowly he moved them up and down the length of my lips, before parting them and sliding between.
I saw and heard myself moan as my son rubbed his wet finger over my clit. He started talking again.
“Do you like this, mom?” the boy asked. “Do you like me fingering your wet cunt?”
I let Daniels cock slip from my mouth, slurred a barely audible “Yesh” and started sucking again.
“Do you want us to fuck you, mom?”
This time I didn’t even bother removing him from my mouth and nodded while I blew him.
“Say it mom, say: I want you both to fuck my cunt”
“Ah want you bofh in mah cunt”
As I said those words, my son’s fingers found the entrance of my hungry pussy and pushed two fingers in. I moaned and eagerly started sucking again as he began fucking me with his fingers.
The boy next door now took off his shirt and dropped his pants. He was obviously very aroused too, as his big cock was pushing out the front of his boxers. A moment later this last item of clothing was also on the floor and he was as naked as me. It was hard to discern much in the grainy images of the cheap nanny cam, but I had to admit he had a really handsome cock.
He climbed onto the bed and maneuvered himself on my other side and prodded my mouth with his erection. I let Daniel slip from my mouth and started sucking the two cocks in turn. Not satisfied with having to share my oral attentions, Daniel got up and crawled between my inviting spread legs. His slender body blocked the view, but it wasn’t difficult to guess what my son was doing. He moved his hand down between our bodies and then he pushed his hips forward, obviously sinking his stiff cock into his mother’s pussy.
I heard me moaning as my son began to thrust his cock in my pussy. I know my own moaning, and there was no denying I was loving the two hard cocks that were violating my body. Daniel was fucking me with rapid, powerful thrusts, making me squeal out around the other boy’s penis. My one free hand was clenching my son’s butt, pulling him into me and making him fuck me harder and faster.
The boy next door was getting close to orgasm as he began fucking my mouth with his cock.
“Oh Mrs. Stewart I’m cumming!” he groaned as his body stiffened.
Right then my son forcefully slammed his hips into me and his friend’s cock popped out of my mouth, just as the boy started cumming. A huge jet of sperm blasted against my nose and forehead, followed by a second before I could stick the cumspewing rod back in my mouth. I wasn’t going to let him go again and kept sucking as he climaxed; I sucked and swallowed and sucked again as the boy obviously had one of the biggest orgasms in his life. A minute later, when he was finally finished cumming, he pulled his wilting cock from my lips and fell back against the headrest, temporarily drained.
I licked my lips, savoring the taste of his sperm. Then, with my finger I wiped the last of his thick cum off my face and sucked it into my mouth.
Now I could spend all my attention on my son’s cock in my pussy. I wrapped my legs around his butt, and I could hear me spur him on to fuck me harder and deeper.
Daniel grabbed my legs and pulled them up against his shoulders. I knew that in this position, my pussy would be extra tight and allowed him to push even deeper than before, making it even more fun for us both.
He soon had me squealing with joy as he fucked me for ten minutes and he actually made me cum on his cock, just seconds before I saw his butt clench too and I knew he was depositing his seed in my vagina. He pushed in as far as he could and ground his hips against my butt as he filled me up completely.
“Oh mom, you’re the best” he groaned and leaned in for a kiss, folding me nearly double.
Moments later he rolled off me and onto his back and I saw a glob of white ooze from my pussy.
The boy next door, who had been watching us and jacking his cock back to full hardness, immediately took my son’s place between my legs. I saw him fumble a bit, trying to align his cock with my vagina. When he finally found the spot, he plunged in and began to fuck in a frantic tempo. Thirty seconds later I saw him tense up already as he too shot his seed in my pussy. Unlike my son, he didn’t pull out when he was finished cumming, instead he started pumping again. He kept fucking me with the same rushed tempo, as if he was racing towards his next orgasm as quickly as possible. Taking control of the situation, I rolled him on his back so I was on top and thus able to direct the movements of our bodies. I fucked the boy for a few more minutes, grinding my clit into his coarse pubes and rocking my hips back and forth, while he lay back and enjoyed the view and the powerful sensations in his cock
Daniel was having me suck his cock hard again while he watched me ride his friend. Once again I was being stuffed at both ends and I loved it. It was too bad Jimmy only lasted a few minutes before he clenched up for a third time and groaned that he was cumming.
After his friend was finally finished squirting his stuff in me, my son told me it was his turn again.
“Mom, get on your knees and bend over” he told me.
I watched in disbelieve how I climbed off the boy and got on my hands and knees, presenting my upturned ass to my son. He got behind me, grabbed his cock and pushed it back in my pussy. I moaned again as Daniel started to fuck me with long, deep thrusts.
I had already been feeling quite horny when I woke up, but I was getting even more aroused by these images. My pussy was throbbing, begging for attention. My hands had found their way into my panties and my fingers were at my clit. I knew I was aroused, but It was embarrassing how incredibly wet I was. But, in spite of my arousal, my enraged brain overruled my pussy’s desperate pleads to be touched. Call me old-fashioned, but I could not get off knowing it was my own son who had fucked me.
In sharp contrast, the woman on the screen was having no difficulties giving in to her lust. I was pushing back at my boy with every thrust. My breathing was labored and my whimpers became moans. I could see I was loving this perverted fuck with my son. Daniel was noticing this too as he fucked me even harder, slamming his hips against my butt.
“Are you cumming again mom?” he asked, grunting.
“Yesh Dannl, ah’m cumming! Youh cock feels sooh good in me” I groaned. I could tell I wasn’t lying; I really was cumming hard on my son’s cock.
“Get on the bed jimmy” Daniel said “Let her suck your cock again”
Jimmy did as my son suggested and sat down by my face. Without hesitating I gobbled up his prick and started sucking him while my boy continued to pump my pussy.
There was a soft knock on my door.
“Mom, are you awake?” Daniel asked.
I glanced at the clock and saw I had to go to work in twenty minutes.
“Yes Daniel, I’m fine! Just get yourself some cereal ok? There’s milk in the fridge”
I knew I was a bit cross, but I was not ready to talk to him right now. Besides, there was no time for a talk either. I had been watching the video for thirty minutes and I had to hurry now. I couldn’t be late for work, not after yesterday’s performance, but I had to see everything that had taken place that night. So I pressed the fast forward button and watched while I got dressed for work.
I had to admit, the boys were incredibly inventive, fucking me in ways I’d never thought of. At one time, they were both fucking my pussy at the same time; Jimmy from below and my son from behind. No matter how angry I was, I just had to press play, to watch in normal speed and hear the three of us grunt and moan like animals. Once again there was no denying I liked what the boys were doing to me; I was absolutely loving every second of it, having orgasm after orgasm while the two teens fucked me in harmony.
A little reluctant I pressed fast forward again, as I really had to hurry now. When the boys were finished with me it was past twelve o’clock. They had been fucking me almost nonstop for well over an hour and, if I counted correctly, the boys had pumped at least eight loads of sperm in my pussy. No wonder it was still dripping in the morning.
Before they left, the boys cleaned me up, wiped my soiled pussy with a cloth and helped me get dressed again. Then they helped me in bed and exited my room. Seconds later I was sleeping peacefully again.
Stage 3: Bargaining
As I watched myself sleep, I deliberated what I had to do next. All my questions were answered, but replaced by many new questions. I now knew who had sex with me at night and how he got in the house, but why had I done nothing to stop them?
I had all the evidence I needed to have my rapist arrested, but I couldn’t go to the police anymore. I could never do that to my own son. Also, after watching the footage, I could hardly classify the sex as rape. Could it be that I was so horny from the sexual deprivation that I willingly fucked my own son and the boy next door in my sleep?
No matter how angry I was at Daniel right now, I was still his mother and would always love him. I decided it would be best to talk to him, tell him I knew what he did and how wrong it was. All I had to do was find a way to tell my son he had to stop fucking me, without destroying our loving bond.
That afternoon when Daniel came home I fought to find a way to start our conversation. It was without success, so I decided it would be better to wait for him in my room and confront him as he came in at night. I knew what would happen when I fell asleep, so tonight I was going to stay awake and in control. Steeling myself for the confrontation, I had a big glass of wine, but made sure I remained sober enough to not let myself go.
However, even though I didn’t remember falling asleep, or even getting ready for bed, the next thing I remember is waking up the next morning in my nightclothes with a powerful feeling of drowsiness and a pussy that was overflowing with sperm. How did that happen?
I turned on my laptop and waited impatiently for last night’s video to load.
I saw myself sitting on my bed, fully dressed and waiting for my son to enter the room. Ten minutes later my son entered the room, followed by his friend Adrian and a girl I recognized as Adrian’s sister Grace. Daniel was a bit surprised to see me awake, but he did not flee, nor did he make up an excuse for invading my private quarters. Instead he sat down next to me on the bed and draped his arm around my waist.
I slumped against him and giggled like a schoolgirl. He whispered something in my ears and kissed me in the neck. I did not know what he had said, but it must have worked, because the next moment we had our lips pressed together and were kissing like lovers.
Emboldened by my flirtatious behavior and the reaction to his kiss, he let his hand wander over my blouse, circling ever closer to my breasts until he finally reached them. I didn’t protest when my son was groping me, even allowing him to slide his hand inside my blouse and fondle my bare breast. While he did so, his other hand was pressing down between my legs, rubbing little circles on the crotch of my jeans. I could see me open my legs a bit more, allowing his hand to move between them and give it better access to my pussy.
Now Adrian sat down on my other side and started kissing me too. Together they lowered me onto my back and unbuttoned my blouse. My full round breasts were now uncovered and immediately the boys latched onto my hard nipples. Grace, who had been watching from a distance, joined in and started kissing me too. I eagerly returned her kisses and our tongues started playing.
My hands were busy too, feeling the bulging crotches of Daniel and Adrian. With a bit of fumbling I freed my son’s cock from its tight confines and started jacking him off. Seeing this, Adrian opened his fly too and pulled out his cock so I could masturbate him as well. With surprising dexterity I jacked both boys off at the same time while the three of them rubbed and kissed my breasts and body, kissed my mouth and massaged my pussy.
I was moaning, drunk on the kisses, pushing my hips upward, against Daniels rubbing hand. He took this as a sign to continue his conquest of my body and unzipped the front of my pants. His hands now pushed into the tight jeans, working its way back to my pussy. Unhappy with the slow progress he made, I lifted my ass off the bed and tried to lower my pants. The boys eagerly assisted me and soon I was lying on my back again, dressed in nothing but my panties.
Daniels fingers were back between my legs, rubbing my pussy through the thin cotton panties. I could see myself humping upwards again, pressing my mound up against my son’s probing fingers. Feeling my need, he pulled the crotch aside and plunged his fingers into my hole. While his fingers pumped in and out of my vagina, his thumb rubbed directly on my aroused clit. A minute later I was already having the first of a long series of much-needed orgasms.
Grace had broken our kiss and was now undressing too. The grainy image didn’t show much detail, but I could see the girl had a nice curvy body, with small perky breasts and a pussy that was shaven smooth. She rubbed her finger between her lips and presented it to me. Without hesitation I opened my mouth and sucked on her finger, moaning as I tasted her pussy. The last time I remember tasting another girl’s juices is over twenty years ago, when I was in my teens and experimenting with my best friend. I still remember how I loved the sweet taste of my friend’s pussy, so it was no surprise I was enjoying Grace’s taste too.
Seeing I was up for more, Grace crawled up to my head and placed one knee on each side. Then she lowered her pussy onto my lips. I could not see much happening, but judging by her moans, I was doing a very decent job of licking her pussy.
I was so absorbed with eating her out, that I completely forgot to rub the cocks in my hands. Unhappy with the lack of stimulation, Adrian got on his feet and presented his cock to his sister. Grace immediately opened her mouth for him and started sucking on his cock. It was obviously not the first time the girl sucked her brother’s cock.
In a way, this realization was reassuring to me, like it was a bit more acceptable to have sex with my son now I knew that Adrian had sex with his sister. If they were okay with it, maybe it wasn’t so bad?
While I was eating Grace’s pussy and Adrian had his cock sucked, my son crawled between my legs and pulled my panties off. He spread my legs even further and lowered his face towards my sex and kissed the lips. Even my ex-husband had never licked my pussy, though I had begged him for it and here my son was eating my pussy like it was candy. Although I could not see it and, sadly, could not recall it, I knew the oral pleasure he was giving was nothing short of divine.
I could hear high-pitched squeals coming from between Grace’s thighs, squeals I had not heard myself make in a long time, squeals that indicated an exceptionally good cum. All through my orgasm I never stopped licking her and the vibrations of the moans even added to her pleasure. Now it was my turn to make her squeal. With her hands in my hair the girl humped my face, her moans became more frequent and increasingly rose in pitch as my tongue brought her ever closer to orgasm. I could see her tense up, grabbing the headrest for support as she came.
Overcome with a most powerful climax, she raised her pussy off my mouth and sat down on the pillow, panting and quivering. Showing no compassion with the wracked girl, Adrian grabbed her in his arms and threw her on her back next to me on the mattress. Then he climbed between her legs and seconds later he was pumping into his sister like there was no tomorrow.
All this time my son’s mouth was doing wonderful things to my pussy and I could see he was getting me hotter and hotter. When I finally couldn’t take it anymore, I pulled him on top of my body and begged him to fuck me. I grabbed his cock and lined it up with my vagina.
“Fuck meh Danniel” I whimpered
“You want this mom?” he asked, teasingly rubbing the tip of his cock between my lips.
“Yesh, fuck meh now! Ah need it so bad, Pleashe”
Giving in to my desperate pleas, Daniel pushed forward and started fucking me with long powerful strokes.
Again I was getting really aroused by what I was watching. It was like I was watching a really hot porno and subconsciously my hand had found its way into my cum-soaked panties. My pussy was begging for attention but I had to remind myself I had to go to work in thirty minutes so there really was no time for that.
As I licked my fingers, I tasted once more the now familiar taste of my juice mixed with sperm, my son’s sperm and probably also that of Adrian. It was a delicious cum cocktail and I dipped my finger back in my pussy to get some more. Without me wanting to, I started rubbing my clit every time I went back for more cum cocktail and before I knew it, I was on the edge of cumming again. As I watched Daniel push his cock in me, I plunged my fingers in my pussy, matching the movements to those of my son, thinking how it was him that was fucking me right now.
Stage 4: Depression
All day I was on an emotional roller coaster. One moment I was incredibly horny, the next I was wracked with guilt. How could I turn from a loving mother into such a wanton slut? Why was I doing those horrible things with my son and why was I loving it so damn much?
These nighttime orgies really had to stop, no matter how much I seemed to enjoy them. I wasn’t angry at Daniel anymore, but it wasn’t right for a mother to be doing things like this to her son. It just wasn’t healthy. I didn’t know what to do and there was no one who could help me.
Daniel never gave any indication he was planning something. Nor did he give any signs of being a troubled kid. He did his homework, watched his shows and kissed me goodnight by ten. Half an hour later I checked him and he was sleeping peacefully. He looked so innocent and sweet, I could hardly believe this sweet boy was my nighttime rapist. But then, I could also hardly believe I was the same woman as the insatiable slut he fucked in the videos. I closed the door and went downstairs again.
With Daniel asleep, I could finally have some me-time. Late at night was the only time I had some time to myself, without any work, housekeeping or mothering. Just me, my books and a nice cold glass of chardonnay.
Speaking of chardonnay, I noticed the bottle was almost empty as I poured myself a glass of wine. I really did not want to get drunk, but there was only a little left, so I kept pouring. After I had emptied the bottle into my glass I made myself comfortable again. Then, as I looked at the glass, there was something that caught my eye.
There were little gritty bits of white powder floating towards the bottom of the glass. I realized what it was and it explained why I did all those things and why I never could remember any of it. With every glass of chardonnay I drank, my son drugged me with some kind of rape drug and then had his way with my willing body!
As I looked in my liquor cabinet, I saw that every single bottle had been carefully opened and some of them had a little bit of white residue on the bottom. The little bugger was taking no chances; he had spiked all the bottles.
I sat down on the couch again and thought about what to do. Finally aware of what was happening to me somehow made me feel more relaxed. Also I was relieved to know it was all Daniel’s doing, there was no blame on my side; I was still the loving mother I had always been. Everything made sense now and I knew what to do. I picked up the glass and took a big swig.
I wonder who’ll be fucking me tonight.
Stage 5: Acceptance

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