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Hazelnut Latte

November 30, 2017 at 10:49 am · Filed under erotica ·Tagged , , , ,

It hit me, like a dick-slap right across the face: I was graduating.

The thought induced a wave of nausea so powerful I had to sit down. The fact that I’d been up all night, playing in chatrooms and compulsively surfing porn didn’t help none. Too much caffeine, too much masturbation, not nearly enough sleep. I felt a little sick to my stomach, a pale shade of green, avocado or maybe artichoke. Marjorie didn’t approve of internet porn, but I’m not Marjorie.

And my cunt was sore and my clit was painfully tender. A consequence of edging all night long to nasty internet porn and horny dudes on sketchy websites. Bad habit.

This was Graduation with a capital G, the real deal, not high school or undergrad, but mother fucking graduate school. Fuck. Now what?

Now what indeed? My girlfriend was moving to Hawaii to start her internship. In approximately one week, I’d get an official piece of paper that designated me a bon-a-fide artist. And shortly thereafter, the student loan payments would start coming due.

I needed coffee like baby needed tit. I sucked that hot black liquid up like a webslut guzzling come from an oversized cock. I had edged far too long, and I was in desperate need of release.

Marjorie had gotten home late last night. The interview had been a great success. In fact she was going to fly out again tomorrow morning to start her internship on the Big Island. Everything was happening so fast, she said, it was like skiing an avalanche. For me, it felt more like a free fall. I only hoped I’d packed a parachute.

Marjorie was awake. She looked cute in her red polka dot pajamas, with her tousled sleepy-head hair and no make-up.

Things were already weird between us, I could tell. The drive home from the airport had felt wooden, scripted, like a bad TV show. Our thing was coming to an end, and it had only just started. When we got back to my place, she’d been too tired for sex. Too tired for sex! It was hard for me to imagine, but Marjorie was never the sexual creature that I am.

The sex we had was nice, and the orgasms had been plentiful, but sex wasn’t really the basis of our relationship, the way it had been with all my previous lovers. That probably would have turned into a problem if we had stayed together.

“Do you have time for a little action before seminar?” Marjorie asked me over her hot chai.

I didn’t, not really.

“Sure,” I grinned, “Let’s go back to bed!”

“Let’s not,” said Marjorie, “Let’s stay right here!”

That was rather unlike Marjorie, but I wasn’t about to argue. We sort of fell into each other’s arms, fiercely kissing, tumbled towards the couch, and missed, half falling onto the floor. My hands were already inside her shirt, feeling up her big tits, much larger than mine, pinching and pulling on her nipples, a tad harder than I knew she liked, making them grow and stiffen like little cocks.

“Mmmm,” she arched her back, for once not complaining that I was being too rough. “I want you…” The words just made my raw and irritated pussy even wetter. “Could I ask you a favor…?”

I stopped molesting her tits for a moment and held my breath. Marjorie never asked for sexual favors.

“Could we make a sex tape… you know, to remember each other by?”

I’d made sexy videos before – of me stripping and touching myself – for a couple different girls, and one exceedingly lucky guy. I’d never made an actual SEX tape, filming myself getting it on with another person, but I’d always wanted to. I never imagined that Marjorie might agree to agree to such a thing, and here she was asking me!

We paused for a moment while I set up my cell phone on the coffee table, propped up against a short stack of art history books, pointing at my ratty old red couch. It was difficult to get the angle set up just right because Marjorie kept playing with my inner thighs and butt through my pajama pants in the most distracting sort of way.

I finally got the phone camera set up right, and pressed RECORD, and Marjorie was all over me, pulling me with her onto the couch, peeling off my pajama tops and showering me with butterfly kisses all over my face and neck and tits.

I wasted no time getting her shirt off, freeing up her gorgeous big breasts, like a pair of ripe honeydew melons. They totally made me understand guys’ fascination with big tits. They are so much fun to play with!

She was all over me, just as much as I was all over her. Marjorie was rarely at all aggressively sexual, something had gotten into her. Maybe it was the fact that we were parting, or maybe it was the camera, but she was one horny little weasel this morning!

Marjorie had my pajama bottoms tugged down around my knees, but I wanted to taste her, so I shoved her back down on the couch and got my head down between her legs.

I sort of tried to leave a clear shot for the camera, but mostly the phone captured the back of my head: I was much more interested in eating out her pussy then in putting on a show.

Marjorie didn’t shave, not at all, which didn’t bother me in the slightest, except for the odd stray hair that got stuck between my teeth or in the back of my throat. I went for her pink little clit as usual, slurping up and down and all around, the way she liked it.

“I want to feel you inside me” Marjorie pushed my head away. “I want you to finger my pussy.”

Even the word “pussy’ was totally unlike her, not at all part of her regular vocabulary. I slipped a finger, and then two inside her cunt. She was sopping wet and searingly hot.

“Fuck me, fuck my pussy!”

I obliged, with gusto, sliding my fingers in and out of her slippery hole, pressing hard against the firm texture of her g-spot. Her pussy made appreciative slurping sounds as I finger-fucked her, her legs splayed wide, her head thrown back in a mask of ecstasy. Her orgasm gave me a vicarious rush of power and pleasure.

She covered me with kisses, wet, hurried, horny kisses all over my tits, neck, face, and lips. She flipped me over onto my back, tugged my pajama bottoms the rest of the way off, and dove down between my legs like a starving girl at a pie-eating contest.

It was as I had feared: after my night of solo debauchery, my poor lady bits were just too sensitive for that kind of attention. Well, the actual truth is that it wasn’t just my tender pussy. The truth is I was feeling extra horny, extra kinky and randy, and I knew that this was probably going to be my last chance for the foreseeable future. I pushed her head away.

“Hold on,” I said, “There’s something I want to try.”

I sprinted for the bedroom, grabbed my toy box from under the bed, and came back with my hands full. Marjorie had never seen the contents of my toy box because, as she had told me several times before, she was ‘not into toys’.

I pulled out my thick black dildo. Normally, I would be embarrassed as hell to be showing Marjorie something that, but I was feeling completely shameless. Lust does that to me sometimes.

“I want you to fuck me with this,” I told Marjorie. And the camera. “I want you to fuck me in the ass.”

Anal play hadn’t been part of our vocabulary at all. Whenever I went to tickle Marjorie’s cute little asshole while I was going down on her, she would squirm away from me. I fully expected her to argue, but all she said was “Ok, then turn over.”

I handed her the dildo and a bottle of lube, and got down on my hands and knees, presenting my backside toward the phone on the coffee table. She spread my butt cheeks and started touching me EXACTLY where I wanted to be touched. I really wanted her to use her tongue too, to rim my horny little asshole, but that was just wishful thinking.  Nevertheless, her fingers felt delightful up and down my ass crack, and when she started touching my asshole, it felt delicious!

She dribbled some cool lube on my anus, and nudged the tip of her finger inside. “Is that what you want, Nasty Girl? You want me to fuck that little hole with this big fat cock?”

Oh Yes, Oh Yes I did! I arched my back and wiggled my butt in what I hoped was a seductive way.

Marjorie slapped me on the ass, and then pressed the dildo against my asshole. I pressed back. It wasn’t easy, but slowly and inexorably, it slid in, past my tight anus and up my ass. It felt like heaven.

When the dildo was firmly lodged up my butt, Marjorie climbed up on top of me, pressing her large breasts against my shoulder blades. Clasping the dildo between her thighs, she started humping me with it. It felt incredibly erotic, getting butt-fucked by this beautiful PhD candidate. She reached under and just cupped my swollen wet vulva with her palm, and that was just enough. Humping back against her, meeting every thrust of her hips with a thrust of my own, the fat cock buried deep in my asshole, I exploded, all last night’s pent-up sexual energy boiling over and spilling out like a pressure cooker that has been left on high heat too long. I came, thrashing and swearing, grinding back against my soon to be ex-girlfriend, in one of the longest, most intense orgasms of my life.

When we were done, things were weird again right away. Thank heavens there was no poo smeared on the dildo when I extracted it from my butt. Marjorie got dressed in a hurry, declined my offer of the shower, saying something about how I had to get to my lecture (I was chronically late). Then she made a hasty exit, leaving me naked, sticky, and discombobulated, with a buzzing tender pussy and asshole and a sore, swollen clit.

Marjorie and I spoke a few more times after that, but that morning was effectively the end of our relationship. Full stop. I believe she’s a full professor now, at the university in Hawaii. I never did send her our sex tape, though I have whacked off to it many many times.

I cleaned up the parts of me that most needed cleaning, got dressed, ditched seminar, and went downstairs to the Crazy Lady Coffee shop, where I ordered a large hazelnut latte. I needed it.

That day was the first day of the rest of my life.

 

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Narwhale

May 7, 2011 at 5:16 pm · Filed under erotica, sex ·Tagged , , ,

When she asked if she could stay at my place for a while, I said ‘Yes’, and then immediately regretted it. I’m single, a thirty-something woman, lurching awkwardly toward middle age. I’m set in my ways. I live alone, and I like it. Besides, if there really was trouble at home, as she told me, I sure didn’t want to get dragged in.

She didn’t have much stuff; just a backpack, full to bursting. I gave her my spare house keys, and set her up on the futon in my living room; showed her the bathroom and how the shower worked, and then left her to her own devices. It was already late, and I had a presentation to do in the morning.

She was still asleep when I left for work, sprawled out on the futon, curly, artificially copper-red hair spilling over the side of the bed, still wearing yesterday’s black t-shirt. The blanket was pulled aside, and I caught a glimpse of her baby-blue panties. She was too skinny, and there were scratches on her forearms and dark circles under her eyes, and she looked painfully tired for someone so young. Even asleep she seemed tense, her forehead furrowed as if in concentration. She was so pretty my whole being clasped with wanting, a deep and aching need. I got dressed and left quietly, so as not to wake her up. I wondered if she’d be there when I got home. I wondered if I’d ever see her again.

When I got home from work, she wasn’t there. The spare keys were nowhere to be seen. Nothing seemed to be missing. I shook my head. I was a fool, a stupid fool, and someday it would bite me right on the ass.

I sighed and shook my head, feeling old and gullible and fat. I stripped out of my work clothes, and took a hot shower. After that I felt a little better. I put on my green terrycloth bathrobe and poured myself a very tall glass of red wine. And then the internet porn. And then one hand found it’s way between my thighs to where it was already warm and moist and slick, and I wasn’t really concentrating on masturbating, but trying to decide between ordering in pizza or Chinese, and if I was in the mood for a full-on vibrator/dildo session, or whether I’d just let my fingers do the walking.

I barely heard her knocking on the door.

It had been raining all evening, and she looked like an abandoned cat. Her makeup was running, and she looked tired and almost transparent. When she asked me if she could come in, if she could still stay, her voice seemed to tremble on the verge of breaking. I could see the outline of her bra through her damp t-shirt, and I felt a powerful rush of feeling for her that was not especially maternal.

I let her in, and stepped discreetly out of the room while she changed into dry things. Faded blue jeans with the knees torn out, and a crumpled white t-shirt with the cartoon image of a cat on it. No bra, I noticed that right away. Her skin was pale, pale as if it had never been exposed to sunlight.

I offered her a glass of wine, though she was far too young to be drinking alcohol. She accepted it gratefully, slurping the malbec down like it was Gatorade. I decided on pizza right then and there, phoning the order in as we sat together on the futon couch, her legs stretched out, lying casually across my lap, bare inches from my hungry, horny cunt.

Between the two of us, we killed the whole pie. She devoured it like a girl on a mission, eating two slices for my every one. I poured us both more wine, wringing every last drop from the bottle. I considered opening another bottle, getting her drunk, seducing her, climbing on top of her and rubbing my cunt up and down her face. Then I thought better of it.

I made my excuses and helped her turn the couch into a bed. We were both a little drunk, and there was a lot of giggling and fumbling that might or might not have been outright flirtation. I left her, and went to bed by myself, where I whacked off furiously, cramming the shiny steel Narwhale up my cunt and pinching, pulling, twisting my nipples until I came, came hard, gasping hoarsely into my pillow as my pussy and clit twitched and shuddered and twitched again.

I had erotic, confusing dreams, and woke up with a headache. She was asleep on the couch where I had left her, her mouth hanging slightly open, snoring almost imperceptibly. I wondered what she sounded like when she came, I wondered if she’d wondered that about me. I left her to sleep and tiptoed out of the room, coffee cup in one hand.

While she was in the shower, I snooped through her backpack. I felt guilty doing that, but it didn’t stop me. Rolled-up clothes, wadded-up panties. Tampons, cell phone, condoms. There was a baggy of pot, and a smaller ziplock full of white powder, and lots of pills. Bottles and bottles of them, all unlabeled or clearly mislabeled. I carefully closed up her bag and set it just where she had left it.

She came out of the shower, all pink and clean, wrapped up in one of my purple towels, and I felt like I was at my first high school dance. I imagined that towel falling to the floor, and me taking her in my arms and having my way with her, taking her to the edge and then bringing her back, over and over again until she was begging for it, and then making her come, making her come so that her entire body shook and she called out my name as her muscles strained and tensed and relaxed, and she collapsed on top of me, hot and sweaty and sexy, kissing my lips over and over again, thanking me.

And then I realized I was running late for work and wasn’t dressed or properly caffeinated yet. I said goodbye with a flutter of my fingers as I pushed my bike out the front door, my helmet dangling from one hand.

That evening, when I got home from work, the house was empty. I figured she’d probably be back, but I also figured I probably had a couple hours. As per my custom, I ditched my work clothes, and fired up the computer. Right away I noticed that the browser history had changed. Ok, she’d been checking her email and whatnot. Then I looked closer and saw that she had been to a bunch of porn sites I wasn’t familiar with. Of course, I had to check it out.

Her taste in porn was clearly not my own. She seemed to favor video clips of porn-star looking women getting energetically nailed by porn-star looking dudes. Not really my cup of tea. I went on to browse my own sites: bookish, slightly chubby girl-next door types getting shyly naked; and geeky, tattooed gay boys getting it on with each other.

And then, as usual, one thing led to another. I got the Narwhale out and warmed it between my thighs. I ditched my panties entirely, and fetched out my toy bag and the bottle of lube. While I was at it, I poured myself a glass of wine. Might as well make a party out of it.

The Narwhale is a beast. He is one-of-a-kind, bigger than any penis has the right to be– not quite scary big, but definitely right on the edge of what’s comfortably possible. An artist friend of mine with access to a CNC lathe made him for me out of stainless steel. He must weight seven pounds, with exaggerated features that create interesting textures: bulging veins, a pronounced, flaring glans. He retains heat really well, and takes lube like a piston. After you’ve been fucked by the Narwhale, as the boys like to say, you know you’ve been fucked.

I put a video on that looked hot, expanded it to full screen. A skinny, younger guy, with black, mussed-up hair and glasses who was improbably well-hung, gave a good impression of being inexperienced and nervous. He was paired with an hard-faced older guy: crew cut, tattoos, and muscles; not as ridiculously dicked as the skinny kid, but still formidable.

They were in a basement somewhere, a cluttered, dingy basement. The scene was poorly lit. They horsed around a little bit, then Old Guy made Skinny Kid suck his cock. That was pretty hot. Then Old Guy relented and did some licking and kissing and nibbling of his own. They were both pretty clearly turned on, and I was right there with them.

I lubed up and slipped my anal beads up my butt, one after another, as Old Guy maneuvered Skinny Kid into position, bent over a filthy old radiator. The beads felt nice and squirmy and naughty up my ass. I rubbed the Narwhale up and down my vulva, spreading the lube all over my cunt, tormenting myself. This was going to be hot.

He took aim, and carefully skewered the Skinny Kid, impaling him, inexorably grinding forward like some bizarre sexual bulldozer, until he was balls deep in the poor moaning, squirming, sweaty kid’s asshole.

I mirrored them, bearing down on the Narwhale, shoving it up my slippery cunt, full to the point of bursting, the beads in my ass rattling around obnoxiously.

It was then that I noticed her watching. She was standing in the hall, just outside the room, half-hidden by the door. From where she was standing, she had a prime view of me masturbating.

Normally, when I get to this point, the pressure of the dildo stretching my pussy and interacting with the toy in my ass is plenty: I ride the wave, delicately petting my clit with one finger until I explode. I took a different tack this time.

I rolled over onto my hands and knees, my tits hanging down, one hand on the Narwhale to keep it from popping out of my cunt like an artillery shell. I aimed my posterior at the doorway where she stood watching, took the Narwhale in both hands, and started working it violently, shoving it in and out, in time with the gay boys on my computer monitor. The dildo squelched as it invaded my body; pressing hard against the roots of my clit and bumping into my cervix, it sent waves of shuddering pleasure coursing through my body. I moaned out loud, losing myself in it, fucking myself hard, harder, harder yet. I shut my eyes even as the guys fucked, buried my face in the pillow and came, grinding hard and viciously. It left me gasping and quivering, curled up in a tender, sweaty little ball. She was nowhere to be seen.

I don’t know where she went during the days. Maybe she went to school, but upon consideration that didn’t seem very likely. She watched me masturbate most evenings; I made sure she caught me, and she made no real attempt to conceal herself. Sometimes I’d be nude, sometimes my panties would be bunched up around my knees; sometimes I’d use the Narwhale, sometimes a humming little vibrator, sometimes I just let my fingers softly roam. Sometimes there would be porn playing in the background, sometimes not. When I orgasmed,  I let myself come extra loud, just for her.

My phone bill was out of control, with long calls to numbers I didn’t know in places I’d never been: Quebec City, Montreal, Lisbon, Sao Paolo. The contents of my liquor cabinet dwindled, and yet I said nothing.

A Saturday morning, a warm and sunny early spring morning. When I left for my ride, she was asleep on the couch, snoring softly, still wearing the clothes she’d had on lthe night before. By the time I got back, sweaty and grimy from the road, the couch was empty except for the mussed-up sheets and a crumpled blanket.

The bathroom door was closed, and the shower was running.

I stripped out of my crusty jersey, my damp spandex.

In the bathroom, the water was running hot and steamy.  She smiled through the curtain when she saw me. She was still too skinny, and there were purple and blue bruises on her upper arms and thighs. She had smallish, up-turned breasts, the kind with large brown-pink aureole, and her nipples were mere dimples. Her pussy was shaved bare but for a little tuft of hair just above her fleshy crease.

We embraced under the cascade of hot water, breast upon breast, stomachs touching, my pubic hair pressed against her mons. I reached down and stroked her pussy with one finger tip, traversing the seam of her vulva all the way back to the crack of her ass.

She turned to face the tile wall, water streaming down her back. I knelt behind her. She had a gorgeous ass, like a ripe, pale peach. Was my own butt that fine when I was her age? I thought not. Gently, carefully, as if I were afraid of damaging them, I parted her cheeks.

I licked up and down her ass crack, the hot water running down her spine into my nose and mouth, mixing in with the earthy, feminine taste of her posterior. Her asshole was small, shy, delicate. I attacked it with the tip of my tongue, probing, forcing my way inside. She yielded, humping back against me, pushing her ass into my face as my tongue drilled deeper and deeper up her anus.

My finger insinuated itself up her pussy as I licked her asshole. She was wet inside, slick and hot and wet. She was rubbing her clit as I tongued her, one hand reaching behind, tugging on my wet hair. My own neglected cunt was drooling into the tub.

She came, my tongue buried in her asshole, my finger beckoning ‘come-hither’ inside her pussy. She came with a hiccupping series of little gasps or grunts. I fell back onto my ass in the tub, my knees parting wide. She turned to watch while I fingered myself to a long, wet, wracking orgasm.

The afternoon meeting turned into a forced death march. I tuned out the Power Point presentation, amusing myself by thinking about what might happen when I got home. I imagined pulling her panties off with my teeth, inhaling her scent, teasing and tormenting her with my tongue. I imagined her copper-red locks spread out on my lap as she licked me, cupping my ass with both hands as her tongue danced on my erect clit, trying earnestly to bring me off. I imagined fucking her with the Narwhale, her babbling incoherently as I stuffed the big hard steel dildo up her wet cunt, fucking her with it with one hand while I yanked mercilessly on her hair with the other.

By the time the meeting got out, it was dark outside, and my panties were damp. I’d ridden my bike to work that morning; now I had to ride home. It started to rain, and I nearly got splatted by a bus.

She wasn’t there when I got home. The house reeked of cigarette and marijuana smoke. My bedroom had been rifled through. My underwear drawer had been dumped out. My wallet had been emptied: driver’s license, credit cards, and some two-hundred dollars cash were gone. My toys were spilled out all over the bed. The Narwhale, an expensive rechargeable vibrator, and a pair of real police handcuffs were missing.

I started calling the credit card companies to report my cards missing. As I sat there on the crumpled sheets, listening to banal hold music and assurances of how important my call was to them, my hand found its way inside my heavy, rain-wet pants, and I idly began to masturbate.

post-script

I don’t remember where I found the link exactly.

I have gotten over her, moved on, and though I still occasionally grieve for the loss of my Narwhale, I don’t waste much time moping over it.

I love riding my bike in a skirt, especially in the spring time. I get a petty semi-exhibitionist thrill out of it. Some days I wad up my panties and stuff them into my backpack, and ride home commando-style. I like the feeling of the fresh air on my pussy, the sense of being naughtily semi-naked in public, and I love the idea that anyone I pass might be catching an utterly pornographic crotch shot if they just happen to look up at the right moment. By the time I get home, I am primed and ready to go.

It’s my standard after-work routine: hang up the bike in the hallway; fire up the computer; pour a glass of wine and hike up the skirt; mouse in one hand, the other hand between my thighs, free to roam. One link leads to another, the beer diminishes, and the slippery situation between my legs becomes even more so. I throw one leg up on the arm of my desk chair and spread my lips, penetrating myself with one slick finger. The next video starts, fuzzy and amateurish.

And with a start like a kick in the tits, I recognize my bedroom, my bed. Those are my down pillows; the red sheets are my sheets, neatly made up, the camera held by an unsteady hand.

She tumbles into the frame as if thrown. Her hands are cuffed together in front of her. She goes sprawling, giggling across the bed like a felled tree. Her eyes seem glassy, as if stoned, but it may simply be my imagination. She doesn’t seem unhappy about her predicament. No not at all, not one bit.

Two guys enter the scene, one on either side of the bed. They are not particularly attractive men, not in my book. Why do they always find the skeeviest guys to do heterosexual porn? The skinny dude has a crew cut and a lot of mismatched tattoos. He has a beer belly that doesn’t sit well on his frame. His dick is hard, and curves aggressively upward. The other man is thicker, reminiscent of a hard-boiled egg. He looks greasy, and has a pony tail. His balls hang down heavily, and his cock is also erect.

They pry her legs apart. She is already wet, her shaved pussy a blooming flower. They roughly finger her cunt, pinch and slap her breasts, shove their fingers up her tiny asshole, calling her rude names all the while: Cunt, Bitch, Slut, Whore. She wriggles, giggles, writhes, and moans.

There are no condoms involved. They drop her legs and then separate. Greasy Guy straddles her face, back to the camera, shoves his cock down her throat. He grabs her curly copper locks and starts humping, rocking his hips back and forth as she gurgles and gags, taking his meat all the way to his pendulous balls. He looks almost bored: in other context he would look like a middle-aged participant in some naked Jazzercise class.

Skinny Dude takes a knee in each hand and starts fucking her. He buries his cock in her cunt, pulls it out, bouncing and glistening with her juice, and then jams it back in. He turns and grins at the camera. She appears to be lost in a fog of ecstasy. He is fucking her like his cock is a fist and she is a punching bag. I wish he would lean forward and rim his partner a little bit while he is at it, but there is not chance of that. Her legs kick wildly in the air, and her mouth and cunt stuffed full of cock.

On some off-camera signal signal, they stop, pull out. She is left flopping, like a fish torn suddenly from the water. Greasy Guy slaps her face with his erection, left-right, left-right. He looks distracted, bored, just another day at the office. Skinny Dude retrieves the Narwhale from underneath the bed. Without any ceremony, he jams the big steel toy straight up her pussy. She grunts as if punched. He shoves it in and out a few times, making as if he were reaming out a pipe, or swabbing out the barrel of a cannon. Then he spreads her pretty butt cheeks, spits on her asshole, and sticks his bent erection straight up her ass.

Her cuffed hands are doing their best to keep the toy inside while he spastically fucks her ass. He is fucking her to come now, you can tell that. There is a violence to his fucking that appalls and excites me. She is making guttural noises, grunts and whimpers. Skinny Dude’s face is contorted into a sneer, a twisted parody of passion.

Another signal from off-stage. Greasy Guy starts jerking off, as fast as he can, pointing his dick at her face like a gun. Her head is raised in anticipation. With a girly yelp, he shoots off: long, ropey, sticky white strands of come spattering all over her cheeks, nose, forehead, chin, into her open mouth and eyes and up her nose. At almost the same time, Skinny Guy pulls his cock out of her grasping asshole, squirting his pearly come all over her back, all the way up to her pale shoulder blades. She is fucking herself with the Narwhale, bearing down on it with everything she’s got, the cuffs digging into her wrists, leaving livid red dents that will turn into vicious bruises. She turns her face away from the camera as she starts to come, and the guys milk their wilting dicks onto her violently twitching body as the screen fades to black and ends in an advertisement for some website that I will never ever join.

It is not my kind of porn, not at all. And yet. I have watched the video over and over again until I have it memorized. Every move, every detail. I masturbate to it obsessively, and when I come, I time my orgasm to coincide with hers.

She is too young, too skinny, lost at sea in an ocean of storm-tossed waves. I am locked in an insurgency with my credit rating: someone in Macon, Georgia tries to buy a string of foreclosed-upon houses using my identity; somebody in Lithuania charges several thousand dollars worth of high-end consumer electronics to my credit card. I wish I had never met her. And yet, despite everything, I wish her well.

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Linguini Puttanesca

December 27, 2010 at 8:37 am · Filed under erotica, sex ·Tagged , , , ,

I was just pulling the lasagna out of the oven, when I heard the front door open and shut.

“Hi Honey, I’m home!”

That was code.  That particular phrase meant Amy had not come home alone.  My nipples stiffened and my pussy twitched in anticipation.  I wondered what her latest toy would be like.

I set the dish down on the counter to cool and went out into the front room, where they were standing, dripping onto the hardwood floor.  Amy was helping the new girl off with her streaming rain jacket.

Oh, this one was cute! She had a mass of curly blondish-reddish hair that was sweetly straggly and damp at the moment.  She had these enormous brown eyes with long dark lashes.  Her makeup was a little smeared.  She had a curvy figure, and nice meaty hips.  I could see her bra inside her white button-down shirt.  She caught me checking out her bust and looked down shyly.  She was wearing pink corduroy pants.  She was young, college-aged.  Early college aged.  She probably went to the university where Amy taught and I worked.  I wondered if she was a student in one of Amy’s classes.  Most likely.

Did she have any idea what she was getting into?

The dvd I’d ordered had come in the mail.  Amy stuck it in the player while I served up lasagna and poured wine.  Skeevy- looking Eastern European dudes with greasy hair and oversized cocks were skewering various pale-skinned big-bosomed American chicks.  As we all sat on the couch and ate dinner, a pretty young thing was fucked in her mouth, her cunt, and her asshole all at the same time.  To all appearances, she was enjoying the hell out of it.  I know I was.  My panties were sticky and wet, and I was all too aware of New Girl on the far side of the couch.  I was dying to know what was going on inside those pink corduroy trousers.

“Do you guys… uh, watch a lot of this kind of stuff?”

“Oh yeah,” Amy answered, mouthful of hot pasta, “Most of the girl-on-girl stuff is just too softcore.”  A girl on the screen was busy jamming two jumbo cocks up her asshole.  She couldn’t have been older than eighteen.  Where do you learn to do that kind of thing?

Right after dinner, New Girl politely excused herself.  She had class in the morning, she had to study, whatever…  She pulled together her things and hustled for the front door.

Amy got there first, and intercepted her with a kiss right on the lips.  New Girl seemed stiff and shocked at first, but quickly melted into her arms.  They kissed for a long time, standing by the door, lips pressed together, lost in a world of their own.  Amy’s hand found New Girl’s generous ass, and squeezed her through her pink pants.  New Girl wrapped her arms around Amy’s shoulders, pressing herself even closer against my girlfriend.  They looked absolutely delicious together.

Later on that night, we lay in bed together, basking in the warm afterglow of a righteous fuck session.  We were tucked in together like a pair of spoons, her small firm boobs squooshed against my shoulder blades, her tidy black bush pressed up against my butt, one arm draped around me, playing idly with my still wet and slippery cunt.

“What was the new girl’s name again?” I asked sleepily.

“Laura.” Amy sounded smug.

“Do you think she’ll ever come back, or did we scare her away for good?”

“Oh, she’ll be back.  She’s definitely coming back.”

Two days later, Amy didn’t seem so confident about it.  She seemed positively distraught.  Which was kind of ok by me, because when Amy gets distraught, she tends to go on cleaning binges.

That Saturday we were hanging out on the couch in out jammies, sipping coffee and watching old Scoobie Doo cartoons and giggling about Daphne, and what we’d do to her given half a chance, when there was a nervous tap at the door.  It was such a quiet tap I almost missed it, but Amy was all over it.  She sprang the door like a rat trap.

It was Laura, looking cuter than cute in a little purple cami top, soft and baggy blue jeans, and a black beret that was perched on top of her blondish mass of curls.  Her cheeks were all fat and puffy like a chipmunks’, and her nose was a little button.

“Oh, hi Amy,” she said, eyeing me nervously.  (‘Honey,’ I thought, ‘It ain’t me you gotta be worried about.’)  “I was just wondering if I could hang out…?”

Amy went straight into full-on Queen Bitch From Hell mode.  It’s always amazing to watch; it happens so fast, it’s like someone throws a Frankenstein switch inside her.  You could almost see the electricity coursing through her slender body.

“HANG OUT?  You want to hang out?!  Tell you what Sweet Cheeks, I wanna see those titties of your hanging out!”

“Um, I don’t know…”

“Ok, fine!” Amy snarled, “don’t let the door smack your ass on the way out then.”

Laura stood, hesitant in the open doorway.  Her lips seemed to tremble.  Then she sort of half-shrugged, and pulled her cami off over her head.  Her boobies really were gorgeous: grapefruit sized, symmetrical, round and perky, with big pale areola, and little upturned nipples.

Amy contemptuously flicked one of those nipples with her middle finger and I involuntarily flinched.

“Do you want to lick my pussy Laura?” Amy asked sweetly.

“Oh God, YES!”   Laura dropped to her knees right on the doorstep and started fumbling with the drawstring of Amy’s jammies.   A guy walking past on the sidewalk did a double take, took a few steps and did a triple-take.

“Oh no,” Amy said, taking a step back, “You haven’t earned the right to lick my pussy yet.  Why don’t you just come on in?”

Underneath her baggy blue jeans, Laura was wearing a skimpy pair of black bikini panties.  These were soon lying on our living room floor.

Laura stood naked in between the sofa and the tv, looking beautiful and vaguely self-conscious.  I don’t know how she could do that; I can’t deal with being naked in front of strangers.  I even get uncomfortable changing in the gym locker room.

She did have a lovely body though.  Her breasts seemed to defy gravity; she had little ears, full lips; a sweet, rounded stomach, and her fluffy pubic hair was the same golden red color as the hair on her head.  Her legs were thick and shapely.  ‘I wouldn’t mind’, I thought to myself, ‘Exploring those curves a little on my own…’  I realized that I was staring hungrily, and that my pussy was getting all moist and excited.  Fortunately Amy didn’t notice me drooling.  She was really on a tear.

“The first thing you need, Little Miss Thang, is a good sound spanking.”  Amy kind of reminds me of a cat: a sleek, lithe black cat.  She isn’t tall, but she looks it.  Her body is spare, lean, compact, from her petite little boobs to her tight little butt.  She’s an amazing lover, and my best friend, but she’s also a little scary.

“What did I do wrong?” Laura asked, looking a little panicky.

“Oh, nothing in particular,” Amy said, “I just want to put you in your place.”

Laura got down on her hands and knees on our hardwood floor, boobs hanging down, curly blonde hair falling all over her face.  She had a really gorgeous plump pale ass.

SMACK!

And then there was a big red handprint on one of those sweet, virginal cheeks.

“Ow!  Hold on, that really hurt!”

SMACK!

And then there were two livid red handprints on Laura’s butt, one on each cheek.

“Ow!  God, I’m serious.  That really stings!”

“I know.” Amy said, “Now start counting out loud.  If you lose track, we’re starting over.”

Her boobs and butt-cheeks jiggled delightfully every time Amy landed a blow.  Tears were streaming down her face, but Laura kept her teeth gritted fiercely and made it almost all the way up to twenty before she completely broke down sobbing and begging Amy to stop.  Her ass was a mess; rosy red and covered in raised, hand-shaped welts.

Amy gave her a break to go use the bathroom and get cleaned up.

“So whaddya think?” she gushed at me, “Isn’t she just the cutest little thing ever?”

I could only agree, mutely nodding my head so my voice wouldn’t betray me.

When Laura came out of the bathroom, Amy fastened a black leather choker around her neck.  “You’ll wear this” she announced, “As long as you continue to be with me.  It will symbolize your submission and your devotion to me.”

Laura sure looked really fetching, standing there all naked with that black collar around her neck.

When Amy told her to get down on her knees, she knelt, just like a good little slave girl.  Amy had brought our toy chest out of the bedroom.  She selected one, a red silicone vaguely penis-shaped number, and started it vibrating.

“Here you go Sugarplum,” Amy cooed, rubbing the end of the buzzing vibrator up and down Laura’s furry pouting slit, “Open wide!”

She slid the toy straight up Laura’s wet pussy, and I had a fantastic view of it too.  Her cunt seemed to hungrily devour the toy.  I could see her wetness oozing out.  I could see her little pink clit.  It was really fucking hot.

“Now then,” Amy went on, selecting a large chrome butt-plug out of the box, “Do you take it in the ass?”

I wouldn’t have thought it possible for someone to blush when she was kneeling naked in front of a pajama-clad domme and her girlfriend; naked, collared, with a big buzzing toy shoved up her puss; but blush Laura did, bright and red.  “Oh, um… I’ve never…”

“Well now you’re going to…” Amy was slathering the metallic toy in lube.  She spread Laura’s poor abused butt-cheeks apart.  Her anus looked tiny and vulnerable like, well, like a pink little rosebud.  I wasn’t at all sure that toy was going to fit up there.

Amy ran the tip of the toy up and down Laura’s butt-crack, finally pressing it up against her crinkled little asshole.

“Um,” Laura said nervously, “I’m not so sure that things’ gonna fi… EEEEP!!”

Amy grabbed a fistful of Laura’s curly locks, and then jammed the butt-plug straight up her ass.  The red vibrator threatened to pop right out of Laura’s cunt.  “Fuuuuck!”  she reached between her legs, hurriedly sliding it back up inside.

Smiling beatifically, Amy retrieved a bottle of red nail polish from the side table.  “You Lucky Duck,” she addressed Laura, “you get to paint my toenails for me!  Do a nice job now.  And if either one of those toys pop out while you’re working, you can just get dressed and get your sweet tush out of here.  And don’t bother coming back either.”

So we sat on the couch sipping our coffee and watching Velma, Daphne and the gang while poor Laura did an absolutely faultless job of painting Amy’s toes Ravishing Red; at the same time managing to keep her pussy and asshole sufficiently clenched to keep either of the toys from popping out.  I was impressed.

When Laura had finally blown her toes dry, Amy relented.  She removed the butt-plug and vibrator and patted our girl fondly on the head.  “You can get dressed now,” she said, “Be back here tomorrow night at eight.  Don’t even think about being late.”

As soon as the door closed behind her, Amy was all over me, practically ripping my pajamas off my body.  “Isn’t she hot?!  Isn’t she sweet?!  Isn’t she sexy?!  And she’ll do anything I tell her to!!”  Amy’s fingers found my cunt, which was, by this time, absolutely drenched.

Her long clever fingers treated me so nicely it would have been selfish not to return the favor with my tongue.  We didn’t even leave the couch until mid-afternoon.

When Laura came by the next day, I was in the kitchen, whipping up a chicken pesto thing with sundried tomatoes and artichoke hearts.  It was a recipe that had been handed down to me from my grandmother.  I turned the gas down to a simmer and slipped over to the bedroom to watch the action.

Laura stood at attention at the foot of the bed, looking soft and lovely and naked in nothing but her black leather collar.  Amy was lounging on top of the sheets in jeans and a black t-shirt.

“Do you want to see me naked?” Amy asked, “Do you want to see my pussy?”

“Oh yes!” Laura replied earnestly, “Oh yes please!”

“Good answer.”  Amy shucked off her tight jeans and stretchy t-shirt.  As usual she was wearing nothing underneath.  Her pretty little labia pouted out underneath her fine black triangle of pubic hair, and her nipples stuck out excitedly.

“Oh my goodness!” Laura gasped, “You look delicious!  I seriously cannot wait to lick that kitty of yours!”

“Well,” Amy said, “You’re just going to have to wait a little longer.”  She got up off the bed and retrieved her whacking stick from the corner where it was leaning.  Amy’s whacking stick is a thin piece of bamboo, about the length of a pool cue, but more flexible.  I’ve seen what it can do, and I winced in advance on Laura’s behalf.

“Here,” she said, handing the stick to Laura, “Balance this on your head… good girl!”

She climbed back onto the bed, spreading her long skinny legs wide, petting her little pussy up and down.  “Like what you see?  Good.  You can masturbate too, you know.  Just don’t come.  One little orgasm and your pretty white butt is out of here!  Here, use this.”

She reached over to the bedside table and tossed Laura one of our vibrators, a pink ridged one with a delicious upward curve to it.  Laura caught the toy, but in the process the whacking stick fell off her head and landed on the floor with a clatter.  Uh-oh.

“Well, that’s one!” Amy stopped fingering herself and lazily licked her fingers clean.  “Would you like it across your tits or on your butt?”  Laura’s behind was a grotesque Rorschach blot of purple and blue bruises from the previous day.

“Um,” she said hesitantly, “on the boobs, I guess.”

“Excellent!” Amy sprung out of bed and picked the switch up off the floor.  “Stand against the wall and clasp your hands behind your neck.”

Laura looked nervously over at me, and then complied.

WHISH! The switch carved an arc through the air.  CRACK!  I grimaced, gritting my teeth in sympathy, but I couldn’t look away.

Laura fell to her knees, clutching her breasts and wailing incoherently.  Amy let her weep and writhe for a long minute.

“Up!” she said, “Get back up.”  She handed Laura the vibrator, and placed the stick carefully back on her head, where it wobbled precariously.  “As you were.  Please, do continue.”  And she climbed back onto the bed, dipping her long fingers back inside her wet, swollen, excited little pussy.

Tears were still streaming down Laura’s face.  There was a livid red line across her breasts, precisely intersecting one of her nipples, narrowly missing the other.  A few scarlet drops of blood leaked out along the edges of the wound.  She was watching Amy masturbate as if she were hypnotized, slowly drawing little circles on her cunt with the humming pink vibrator.

Amy was very obviously enjoying the show.  Her pussy was spread wide open and was soaking wet, the black hairs slick with her juice.  Her clit stood out like a fat pink marble.  She slid two fingers up inside herself, all the way up to the knuckles.  She seemed to savor the sensation.  “Go on,” she told Laura, “put it up inside.”

Laura slid the buzzing toy slowly and carefully up her own pussy.  There was a clatter as the switch fell off her head once more.

“Oh dear,” Amy said, grinning like a cat, “Well, that’s two.  Turn around and face the wall dear.”

Wide-eyed and trembling, Laura did as she was told.  I couldn’t watch.  I closed my eyes.  There was another SWISH! CRACK! and then a piteous howl of misery from Laura.  When I opened my eyes she was once again standing at the foot of the bed, trying to get the whacking stick to balance atop her head.  Amy had three fingers up her own juicy pussy and was rubbing her clit delightedly.

Laura achieved balance with the switch, and again picked up the vibrator and carefully inserted it.  Her own pussy was literally dripping wet.  A long, silvery strand of come leaked out of her like a spiders’ web.

I couldn’t watch any more.  I left the bedroom and went into the study and turned on the computer.  I sat down to do some writing and tried to ignore the noises coming from our bedroom.  Amy is the most multi-orgasmic girl I’ve ever met, and she can be quite vocal about it.  Some of the screaming was Amy getting off; the other thinner, more ragged screams were the suffering of Laura.  It was distracting, to say the least.  I couldn’t write a damn thing, so I gave up trying and just surfed porn.

A fully-dressed and defeated-looking Laura emerged from the bedroom a couple hours later, followed by a naked and triumphant-looking Amy.  “Come back Friday morning!” she told Laura brightly, “And do try not to sit down too much between now and then!”

She turned to me: “You.  Bed.  Now!”

I swear, that woman has the tongue of a freaking iguana!  She knows exactly how to lick me, and which buttons to push.  I was already turned on, between the internet porn and the scene she and Laura had just done, I was really primed; and Amy made the most of it.  She licked me inside and out, had me begging her to finish me, and when she finally brought me off, it was explosive.  I collapsed on the bed underneath her, a big sweaty sticky mess.

“Oh My God that was so hot!” Amy lounged next to me, curled up against my body like a housecat.  “I think I’m going to make her shave her head.”

“Oh Amy, but she has beautiful hair!”

“Well yes she does, doesn’t she…  We’ll give it to a cancer survivor for a wig.”

“That’s horrible!  Why would you do that to her?”

“Because I can.  It’s so sexy!  I’ll shave her head,” she said decisively, “and then I’ll fuck her up the ass with my strap-on.  And then maybe I’ll let her lick my little kitty.”

Man, Amy really was hell on wheels.

On Friday morning when Laura showed up, I kept myself busy in the kitchen.  I tried to ignore the noises emanating from the bedroom.  My pussy, however, refused not to listen.  My clit was obnoxiously swollen and perky inside my pants.

I heard Amy go to the bathroom.  “Oooh Laura, could you come in here for one second?” she called sweetly.

“I tried to pee standing up,” I heard her say, “and I guess I made a bit of a mess… would you be a dear and clean up for me?”

“No!  Not like that!  Silly girl, put the sponge down.  Now get down on your knees and use your tongue… that’s a good girl!”

Amy poked her head into the kitchen, fully-dressed and chipper looking.  She had a lecture class that afternoon.  “I’ve got to go teach.  Would you mind handcuffing our play girl to the coat rack in the closet for me when she’s done?”

She kissed me on the cheek and squeezed my boob.

“See you later on,” I said, “Good luck!”

Laura was down on her hands and knees next to the toilet.  There was a good sized puddle next to the toilet.  Laura was actually licking the black tiled floor.  Amy’s an amazing woman, she has an incredibly hot body and she’s a tornado in bed, but I can’t imagine putting up with that kind of crap just to sleep with her.  But then again, she’s never asked me to.  She calls me her little vanilla cookie.

A dildo with a long horsehair tail was buried in Laura’s butt.  It waved fetchingly whenever she moved.  The bruises on her bottom were fading, but a half-dozen wicked lines from the whacking stick criss-crossed both buttocks and looked like they’d be marking her for a while still.

“You don’t have to do that anymore,” I said, “Come on, have a cup of coffee.  I’ll clean that up with a mop later on.”

Laura looked up at me gratefully.  Her frizzy blonde hair had fallen forlornly across her face.  “Really?  That would be so awesome…  Do you have any herbal tea?”

I made myself another cup of joe, and brewed Laura a hot cup of Lemon Zinger.  We sat together in the kitchen.  She was still naked, and she still had the dildo crammed up her ass.  My clit wasn’t about to let me forget it either.

“So,” she said, “are you going to handcuff me in the closet now?”

“Only if you want me to.”

“Gosh,” she bit her lip and stretched, which made her boobs stand up even more.  The purple bruise from Amy’s stick looked somehow deliciously sexy on her big round tits.  “You know, I haven’t had normal sex in so long, I don’t even remember what it feels like…”

“You mean with a guy and a penis?”

She looked me right in the eye.  “You know what I mean.” She unfastened her black collar and set it on the kitchen counter.

We tumbled into bed together.  She was naked and I was dressed.  Laura seemed to take a great deal of pleasure in undressing me.  She grinned and giggled and kissed me all over as she removed each article of clothing.

I hadn’t touched another woman at all in the three years that Amy and I had been dating.  It was shockingly different with Laura.  She was all softness and curves, gentle sweet tenderness.  This in contrast to Amy, who was firm, lithe, and aggressive, like a weasel in heat.

The way she lavished affection upon my breasts when she pulled my bra off made me feel like a supermodel.  And when she finally got around to removing my panties, it felt like somebody had melted ice cream inside them.

At last, she laid that curly blonde mop of hair on my lap and very sweetly started licking my pussy.  What she was doing felt absolutely heavenly, but she didn’t know her way around my body like Amy did, and for a while I wasn’t sure she was going to be able to make me come.  She kept flicking my aching straining clit with the tip of her tongue, punctuated with slurps up and down my sopping wet pussy.  It felt incredible, but it just wasn’t going to push me over that edge.  She looked so cute doing it though!  I adored the way her horsehair tail wagged as she licked.

She switched techniques, coming up grinning and sticky from between my legs.  She inserted one finger in my asshole, something that Amy never does, and slipped two fingers up my cunt, and started fucking me hard and fast, making a kind of ‘come hither’ beckoning motion with her fingers as she banged me.  That totally pushed me over.  Laura saw me coming and started fucking me even harder, fingers buried deep in both my holes, tits swinging wildly.  Her enormous brown eyes were locked on mine as she worked.  I came hard, moaning and writhing, my toes curling and my breath coming in ragged little gasps.

Then I went down on her.  It was weird to taste someone other than Amy.  Laura tasted different, sweeter.  She was different.  Same species, different flower.  I put my all into licking her out, and she responded beautifully, spreading her legs impossibly far apart for me, running her fingers through my hair, bucking and crooning softly.  I very nearly made her come on my face, but she had other ideas.

She lay on her tummy, and I knelt over her.  I had one hand under her pelvis, where my fingers lay on her horny little clit; the other hand grasped the dildo in her asshole.

I fucked her ass hard with the dildo, harder than I would have thought possible, and let her slippery clit just glide all over my fingers.  Laura buried her face in the pillow and came and came, like a runaway freight train on a steep downhill grade.

When it was all over, we took a shower together and got dressed.  Amy was due back from class soon.  Laura gave me a big hug and a kiss and said goodbye.  I saw her a few times, over the next couple years around campus, but we never spoke to each other again.

When Amy got home and saw the slave collar on the kitchen counter and nobody shackled up in the closet, she asked me what had happened.  I told her the truth; that Laura had left and hadn’t told me where she was going.

“Oh well, her loss.” Amy sighed, and promptly went on a cleaning binge, fishing the vacuum out and going at the rugs with a vengence.  One of the many fringe benefits to living with Amy is that our apartment could pass the white-glove test any day of the week.  “Pity,” she sighed again, “I was looking forward to getting a workout with my strap-on tonight.”

“Well you still might get one!” I said, wiggling my butt seductively.

“Oooh goody!” she smiled, “I love you!”

Amy hugged me hard and I squeezed her back, feeling only a little bit like a cheating, two-timing whore.

“So,” she asked, her hands still cupping my ass, “What’s for dinner tonight?”

“Linguini puttanesca.”

“Mmm.  Delicious!”

END

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November 4, 2010 at 6:38 am · Filed under erotica, sex ·Tagged , ,

The first time Mia ever made my pussy twitch was in fourth-period calculus.  It was at the end of class and she was sitting directly in front of me, and when she bent over to pick up her books which were stacked on the floor by her desk, the back of her shirt rode up, giving me a momentary view of the pale skin of the small of her back, the ridgeline of her spine, the frilly baby-blue waistband of her panties, and the merest suggestion of the dimple of the top of her butt crack.  My nipples perked up, my skin flushed pink, the hair on my arms stood up, and my pussy moistened noticeably.

This was not unusual at the time.  I was going through a phase where I was ridiculously easy to turn on.  The sight of a nipple poking through someone’s shirt, a glimpse of underwear, a tasty looking bulge in the front of someone’s blue jeans; my pussy would salivate and my clit would perk right up.  If I had been a guy I would have been walking around school with a mortifying hard-on all day; as it was, I came home with damp panties every day.

Mia was an attractive girl, tall and slender and athletic, with long, carefully brushed-out blonde hair and big blue eyes that made one think of a Victorian porcelain doll; but she might as well have been from another planet, as far as I was concerned.  She was one of those ‘good’ girls, to the nth degree: she maintained a 4.0 grade average, she was on the varsity volleyball team, and she was vice-president of the student council.  We had never so much as spoken to each other.

We never would have spoken either, most likely, except that I had a car and she didn’t, and I lived way out on the peninsula, and she lived even further out on the peninsula, and she missed the after-school bus one afternoon.

I was not one of the good girls.  I wasn’t an especially bad girl either.  I got a steady stream of A-minuses and B-pluses, mostly because I was smart but too lazy to work hard at any classes other than math and physics.  I had been hanging out after school in the math lab, nominally working on some classic proofs but in actuality storming a goblin-infested dungeon with our half-orc battle mages and elven archers and she-dwarf warriors with a bunch of dorky guys who (I was fairly certain) hadn’t even learned to masturbate yet.

I saw Mia, looking rather forlorn, trudging out of the school parking lot, so I pulled over and offered her a ride.  She was still all pink and flushed from volleyball practice and fresh out of the shower, and when she climbed into my car and smiled gratefully at me, my pussy twitched in a big way.

In the car, we fumbled around looking for common ground, trying to find something to talk about as I maneuvered us down the long, winding, two lane roads of the peninsula.  She was interested in sports, colleges, SATs, graphic design, and boys.  I was interested in math, punk rock, sci-fi and fantasy, D&D, and filthy pornography (though I wasn’t about to bring that subject up in the car!)  We didn’t have much luck, and the conversation quickly sputtered into an awkward silence.

Eventually we were at her place, about three miles up the road from my house.  I steered the car down a long, rutted driveway.  Her place was a double-wide mobile home with a damp-looking, heavily sagging wooden porch added on, and a rusty turquoise pickup truck with four flat tires and a peeling Bush/Cheney sticker on the bumper rusting in the front yard.

“Well, here we are,” Mia said ruefully, “Thanks again for the ride.”

“You’re welcome,” I said, “anytime.”

She did not get out of the car.  I switched off the ignition.  My pussy twitched violently.

For a long, long minute, we sat there, stewing in the sexual tension, staring at each other.

I reached out, across the armrest, and touched her, tentatively, just barely stroking the inside of her elbow.

Mia reacted like a wolf spider, pouncing on me from across the car.  All of a sudden she was kissing me furiously, mauling my breasts through my sweatshirt, biting my lips and trying to force her tongue all the way down my esophagus.

I’d never kissed a girl before.  The truth is, I hadn’t ever really been kissed at all before that day.  I was a nerd, and my friends –who were few and far between- were also nerds, and we were about as socially sophisticated as a UNIVAC mainframe.  I personally spent my days doing math and playing D&D, and my nights surfing the internet for porn and masturbating more or less constantly.

I surrendered to it, kissing her back, pawing at her body, making it up as I went along, my heart pounding in my chest like I was a marathon runner or something, my pussy drooling into my panties and my clit pulsing and aching and swelling up like a bing cherry on steroids.

I’m not sure just how long we made out in the front seat of my Nissan Stanza, but it was a while.  Long enough to steam up the windows, long enough for the sticky dampness to soak through my panties and seep through the crotch of my jeans, long enough for us to find a rhythm, a common language, long enough for me to start to get good at kissing her back.

Finally, Mia broke away, looking dazzled and dazed and a little panicked.  “I’ve got to go now” she blurted out, “My dad’ll be home soon.”

She picked up her sweater, which had somehow come off while we were tongue-wrestling, and climbed out of the car, slamming the door behind her and running across the yard and into her house.

I sat there for a few minutes behind the steering wheel, in a light-headed, inner-ear spinning haze of shock, confusion, and full-body horny lust.  Then I drove home, where I was just in time for dinner, and where I politely squirmed through an evening with my parents, waiting impatiently for a chance to go upstairs, get naked, watch nasty porn videos, cram a hairbrush handle up my twat, molest and maltreat my electric toothbrush, and whack off into delicious oblivion.

*

The next day at school, Mia ignored my presence, which was kind of depressing but not really unexpected.  I sat behind her in calculus (the only class we had together) and silently fumed and lusted after her body.

After school I found crap to do in the math lab until practice let out, and Mia didn’t get on the activities bus.

“I don’t know what you think,” she said to me in the car, “but I’m not a dyke.”

“I’m not one either” I said.  In reality, I didn’t know what the fuck I was.  In porn the thing I mostly liked best was surfer-dudes with washboard tummies and big hard dicks (oddly enough, I mostly had to go to gay sites to find these); but at the moment all I could think about was licking Mia’s pussy.

The drive out the peninsula was long and tense and silent.  When I dropped her off at her place, there was an old Honda parked next to the rotting pick-up.

“My dad’s already home,” Mia said as she got out of the car, “What are you doing later on?”

“Uh, nothing, I guess.”

“Meet me at the end of my driveway then, at twelve o’clock.”

I felt like I’d rolled a twenty!

*

I’d never sneaked out of the house before.  It felt weird, juvenile and exciting.  I backed away from our house with the headlights turned off, clenching the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turned white and my hands threatened to cramp up.

Mia was standing at the end of her driveway, wearing black canvas high-tops, faded blue jeans and a purple hoodie.  It was the first time I’d ever seen her wear blue jeans.

“Hi” I said stupidly as she got into the car.  It was chilly enough that I could see her breath coming in faint white puffs.  I put the car in gear and we drove away aimlessly.

“I never,” she snapped, “Ever want to be like my parents.”

“Why’s that?  What’s up with your parents?”

“They’re divorced.  My dad works at the lumber mill and he’s a knee-jerk republican.  My mom does telemarketing and gets by on food stamps.  Neither one of them ever went to college.  They’re ignorant.  I hate them.”

“I’m sorry…” I said and she snorted annoyedly, “So what did you want to do tonight?”

“What do you think I want to do?”

I thought I knew what she meant.  My pussy certainly did.  Between my legs it felt hot and moist.  A certain part of my mind couldn’t really believe this was really happening to me.

“I know a place we can park,” she said, “There’s an abandoned logging road up here a ways.”

I drove as far as I dared up the rutted dirt road.  Finally, at a level spot wide enough to turn the car around, I killed the engine.  The full moon was peeking through the trees, bright enough to cast distinct shadows.  We attacked each other.

We kissed for a while there in the car, her hands in my hair, our lips pressed together, our tongues dancing.  Mia was groping my boobs through my t-shirt.  I liked it.  I slid a hand up inside her hoodie and found her smaller breast.  I squeezed it through her shirt and bra.  It felt amazing in my hand, warm and soft.  I could feel her nipple, erect through the various layers of fabric.

Mia reclined the passenger seat.  “Why don’t you come on over here?” she asked, “It’ll be more comfortable.”

I clambered over and snuggled up next to her.  It felt nice being so close, having her body pressed up against mine.  I liked the way she smelled, the way she tasted.  She was hot.

As we kissed, she was fumbling with my zipper, trying to tug my pants down.

“Hold on a second,” I said.  I pulled my t-shirt off over my head and wiggled out of my bra.

“They’re beautiful!” Mia whispered, “God you’re hot!  I wish I looked like you!”

Which was funny, I thought, because Mia was tall and skinny and blonde and had a really sexy butt.  I’d always thought of myself as frumpy.

She left off kissing me and went to work on my breasts, kissing them all over and sucking on the nipples, which felt really good and made them stand out like red gumdrops.  Meanwhile she had worked one hand down the front of my pants, where my pussy was sopping wet.

I moaned out loud and spread my legs and raised my ass, pulling my pants halfway down while Mia sucked on my tits.

Suddenly she was inside me, and the world shifted slightly on its axis.  Her fingers were in my cunt.  I couldn’t believe how fucking wet and turned-on I was.  I shifted again, trying to get her plunging fingers to find my aching clit, but she was intent on finger-fucking me as deep and as hard as possible.

I was right on the edge of a massive come.  Screw it, I’d just have to take matters into my own hands.  Releasing her breasts, I reached down between my legs and started circling my clit while Mia fingered me.  It was like pouring gasoline on a bonfire.  I went off hard and long, coming all over her long sexy fingers, thrashing around and cursing and screaming and panting and whimpering until I collapsed in a sweaty heap on top of her.  It was the best one I’d ever had.

“Wow!” she said, her eyes sparkling. “That was amazing!”

I could only kiss her.

“I’d like to go down on you” I said.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok.”

She pulled off her hoodie and the black shirt she had on under it.  She unsnapped her bra, setting her breasts free.  They were small and somewhat conical, like a pair of ice-cream cones.  The nipples were hard and pointy and tilted slightly up.  Then she lifted up her ass and scooted down her blue jeans and her pink panties, and she was naked in my car.

She had long, muscular pale legs and a furry little pussy that pouted excitedly open.  I knelt in the space under the glove compartment, her legs spread and her feet resting on the dashboard.  She smelled incredibly sexy.

I was a little afraid the taste would be gross, but it wasn’t.  She tasted clean and musky.  A lot like my own taste, but different.  I could feel the heat coming off her wet pussy.  I started by teasing her, licking all around, her inner thighs, her belly button, the backs of her knees, but that didn’t last long.

I dove in, parting her lips with my tongue, probing up inside her, circling her clit.  She sighed and pressed up against my face.  I felt sexy and powerful licking her like that.  I wanted her to come on my face, to grind her pussy onto me as she orgasmed, screaming out my name as she came.

I licked her pussy until my jaw ached.  I loved pleasuring her.  Her juices were all over my face.  I tried slipping my fingers up her pussy.  She was super tight down there, and I could only get my finger a little way in.  I guessed that meant she was a virgin.  (I was a bona fide virgin too, but I’d never had any compunction about putting things in my pussy: toothbrushes, carrots, small cucumbers, hairbrush handles…)

Mia certainly enjoyed having my fingertips playing with the entrance to her cunt while I licked her clit.  She made a lot of gasping and groaning noises, wiggling around gratifyingly as I working my tongue all over her vulva.

Feeling courageous and emboldened, I slipped one wet finger between her gorgeous ass cheeks, probing that dark, secret territory I secretly lusted after so badly.  My fingertip found that crinkled little bud that must be her anus, and I gently explored her ass, drawing little concentric circles with my finger, closer and closer to her sweet little asshole.

She pulled violently away.  “No!  Don’t ever touch me there!  That’s gross… and perverted.”

Chagrined, I withdrew the offending finger.

I concentrated on licking her hard little clit, dragging my tongue across it like a kitten lapping up milk, and playing with her pussy lips and the opening of her pussy.  Her wetness was everywhere.  I must have gone down on her for over an hour; when she finally pushed me away the clock on the dashboard said it was almost two.

“Thank you for doing that,” Mia said, “That felt really nice.”

I finally had a chance to really look at her naked.  She looked beautiful like that, all sweaty and flushed, her hair mussed up and her nipples puffy and erect and her pussy all slick wet and swollen.

We were both half-drunk with exhaustion and sex.  I was swimming with lust and overloaded sensation.  “Would you mind doing me again?”

“You could do that again?” she asked incredulously.

“Oh yeah.”

We exchanged positions, and I pulled my pants off all the way, so she was laying on top of my naked body, kissing my lips and my neck and face and ears, her breasts pressed up against mine while she fingered my super wet pussy.  I wanted to ask her to play with my asshole, but I didn’t dare.  Once again I had to help out when it came to the crux, strumming my clit madly while she finger-fucked me, but it gave me the second-best orgasm of my life.

Later on, when I was driving her home, it was three in the morning and we both had to be up for school in a couple hours, Mia said “I wish I could come like you do.  I’ve never been able to.  I’m so jealous of the way you can do that.”

I dropped her off at the top of her driveway.  We exchanged phone numbers and agreed to get together again ‘really soon’.  I thought about kissing her goodnight, but she was already gone.

*

Mia and I continued to be strangers to each other at school.  Several times a week though, one of us would call the other, and we would get together late at night at the end of the logging road.  She would finger me to orgasm after orgasm and I would go down on her, licking her pussy and her clit until she had had enough.

I was caught between heaven and hell.  We still had nothing to talk about, and we publicly disdained each other, but all of a sudden my sex life had gone from zero to warp speed.

The phone rang during dinner and my mom answered it.

“It’s your friend Mia” my mom said, handing me the receiver.

“Can you come pick me up?” Her voice sounded shaky and I could tell she’d been crying.

I found her on a lonely stretch of road between strip malls, trudging along the shoulder, looking forlorn.

“I was on a date with Tommy Cartwright” she told me in the car.  Tommy was the quarterback on our high school football team.  “We had dinner at the Olive Garden.  Then he wanted me to suck his dick right away, and he got all pissed off when I wouldn’t, and he threw me out of the car and left me.” She sniffed and wiped her nose with the back of her hand.  “I would have given him an excellent blowjob too, if he hadn’t been so pushy about it.”

Our regular parking spot was no good.  There were a couple pickup trucks parked in our place.  Hunters.  I gingerly backed the car down the rutted road.

We ended up parking in an empty parking lot next to the boat launch at the State Park, under a big bare maple tree, whose leafless branches rubbed together in the wind like a multitude of dry old fingers.  The water was rough and I could hear the waves slapping the pebbly beach.  It was already dark and getting stormy and the place seemed likely to stay deserted and we were both feeling pretty desperate.

She started crying again while we were kissing.  I tried to soothe her, but she just kissed me harder, pulling my hands underneath her blouse.  It was a little scary, holding her like that while she was weeping, and her hot salty tears were all over my face.

“I want you to fuck me” she finally choked out.

Our clothes went flying, though this time (on the off chance that a park ranger or a fisherman or somebody might pull into the parking lot) we left our tops on.

I crawled down into my customary position between her knees and started licking.  Her pussy wasn’t wet and open and excited the way I was used to it; it seemed extra small and vulnerable.

“Not like that,” she said as I drew my outstretched tongue along the furry pursed crease of her vulva.  “I want you to fuck me.”

I parted her labia, exposing her delicate pink bits.  I teased her with my fingertips, pressing my way just inside her tight pussy.

“Come on” Mia growled, “Fuck me!”

I slicked up my fingers with the juice the was oozing out of my own conveniently sopping wet pussy and pressed two fingers up between her lips.  We stayed that way for a long moment, hovering on the threshold.  Then she bucked her pelvis, jerking toward me at the exact same instant that I pushed against her.  I felt her hymen tear, and then I was inside her, all the way up inside her body, knuckle-deep in her pussy.

“OUCH!” she jerked violently away from me, “SHIT!  FUCK! OW!” It was the first and only time I ever heard Mia curse.  “Goddamnit, I didn’t expect it to hurt that bad.”

She was bleeding freely, all over the passenger seat of my car.  It wasn’t as dark and it was more liquid than period blood, and it was getting everywhere.  She pulled up her panties.  The crotch was almost immediately stained dark red.

“Ok,” she said, “Thank you for doing that.  Could I go down on you now?”

That sounded fine by me.  In all the time we had been fooling around she hadn’t so much as tasted me.

Mia got between my thighs, crouching down in my usual spot in front of the passenger seat.  I spread my legs wide for her, admiring how beautiful she looked from this perspective.

She started licking me, tentatively at first and then more and more eagerly.  It was a revelation.  It felt amazing!  Even better than my electric toothbrush.  Her tongue felt huge and soft and it drove me absolutely insane!  Almost right away I was coming on her face, and coming hard, writhing around in the passenger seat, bucking around, pulling her head into my pussy.  It was the first time she had ever gotten me off unassisted.  I came two or three more times, right in a row, and I had to pull her off of me when my clit became too sensitive.

She came up beaming.  “I liked that!” she said.  Her face was all shiny with my juices.  “I liked that a lot.”

“Me too!” I said, and we kissed.

*

Math was really the only subject that Mia had trouble with.  She had to work hard to earn her ‘A’s in calculus.  She really had no business being in that class, and had been getting through by force of will alone.  I started helping her with her homework.  She’d come over to my house and we’d ‘study’ together.  It was a good excuse for us to get together, and we actually did a pretty good amount of actual studying.

We were working on limits and derivatives, and Mia was having a really hard time with the whole concept.  One night, we spent so much time and energy going over the homework that we barely even had sex.

The next day in class, when the teacher asked another hapless kid a question about the limit formula that he answered wrong, she let out a resounding “Duh!”   The whole class laughed, and she proudly recited the definition of a limit, just the way I had drilled her to at eleven o’clock the night before.  I was disgusted with her.

That night in the car, I told her that she’d been a real bitch in class.

“If you think I’m such a bitch,” she sneered, “Why don’t you treat me like one?”

She had such a nasty, smug look on her face that I lost control.  I slapped her full across her face.  We were both pretty shocked.  The inside of the car was silent.

“Oooh, I think I liked that,” she said, “Do it again!”

I grabbed a big fistful of her hair, yanking it hard and forcing her over.  Her skirt rode up, and I started spanking her panty-covered ass.

She ended up on her knees on the passenger seat, her ass thrust up and her face mashed against the headrest.  I pulled her panties down around her thighs and continued spanking her bare ass as hard and as fast as I could, until her butt was covered with the red welts and my own hand ached and stung.  Then I shoved my face into her pussy, which was wetter than I’d ever experienced it, and licked her for all I was worth.

I licked her pussy and clit until she was squirming away, begging me to stop, and then I kept on licking.  She squealed and shrieked “No! No! No!” and tried to get away from me, but I was having none of it.  I kept my face buried in her sticky slippery vulva, my tongue mashed up against her clit as her shrieks got more and more desperate and then  turned into sobs.

Somehow she got the passenger door open, and she finally tumbled out into the night, landing on her back in the gravel and the mud.  I landed on top of her, and we kissed like that for a long time, next to my car under the trees and the stars, surrounded by discarded beer cans and tall dewy grass.

After that, we started playing rough a lot.  We discovered that the meaner I was to her, the more she it turned her on.

Mia liked having her hair pulled.  She liked to be spanked, as hard as I could spank her.  She liked having her nipples cruelly pinched and twisted.  She liked it when I crammed three and even four fingers up her tight cunt.  She even liked having her pussy and clit lightly slapped.  One night, after we had drank some whiskey she’d stolen from her dad and smoked some pot I’d stolen from my parents, she convinced me to pee on her while she lay on her back in the dirt.  I straddled her, and after a couple false starts, I pissed all over her breasts and stomach while she grinned up at me.  I don’t think she would have objected if I’d peed on her face.

Things began to get a little less icy between us.  We started hanging out a lot, in between her volleyball games and track meets and my D&D campaign, and it wasn’t always just so that we could do math homework or fuck.  We still didn’t have very much in common to talk about, but now that seemed ok.  Sometimes we went shopping, or had dinner, or just hung out.  Sometimes we’d hold hands in public.  I liked that.

I had just about made up my mind to ask Mia to go to the prom with me.  It was the week before the dance and we were in my car together, just starting to get warmed up into a serious sex session.  I was about to ask her when she cut me off.

“Guess who asked me out to the prom today?” she beamed.

My heart sunk.  “Who?” I asked.

“Tommy Cartwright!”

“And what did you tell him?”

She gave me a look.  “Well, of course I said ‘Yes’!”

It ended up being the last time we ever had sex.  She got on her hands and knees for me in the passenger seat, and I started licking her pussy from behind while I tormented her breasts, pinching and pulling on her nipples as I licked, not really caring whether I was hurting her too much.

I pried apart those beautiful butt cheeks, exposing her tiny pink crinkly little anus.  I slurped her ass hungrily, trying to force my tongue up her clenched butt hole.  When she protested, I ignored her, yanking on her pubic hair and slapping her ass hard while drilling at her butt hole with my tongue.

I could hear her telling me to stop, but I didn’t care.

I wet one finger with my spit and stuck it rudely up her butt.  “No!” she squealed and tried to pull away, but I had a handful of her pubes, so she didn’t get far.  Her asshole was ridiculously tight, but eventually I worked my finger all the way in.  She wasn’t struggling any more.  She might have been crying, I couldn’t tell.  Her pussy was soaking wet.

I proceeded to fuck her really hard, two fingers up her asshole, two fingers up her cunt, and my thumb all over her clit.

“Oh my god, I’m gonna come!” she wailed, “I’m gonna come… I’m coming!”

It was true, she was, and it was beautiful.  Her whole body went rigid and trembled, and her breath came in shallow rapid gasps.  Her stomach shook and contracted and her toes clenched spasmodically.  Her asshole and pussy squeezed my fingers impossibly hard, relaxed, and then squeezed again.  I was soaking in her wetness.  I gently slid my fingers out of her exhausted body as the trembling subsided.  I kissed her sweet ass cheek one last time and then turned her head to kiss her on the lips.

She pushed me away.

“Take me home” she said coldly.

We got dressed silently, and I did.

***

After that we stopped speaking to each other.  Apparently Mia spread a rumor around the school that I was a lesbian, but that didn’t bother me very much; the guys I hung out with in the math lab didn’t really hear rumors and anyway I was pretty sure they had only the vaguest idea of what a lesbian was.  And besides, if it hadn’t been for that nasty rumor, I would probably never have gotten together with Violet and her sometimes-boyfriend Mark.  Violet was a quiet, weird girl who wore all black and did the lights for all the school plays, and Mark was an unobtrusively pleasant fat kid who always seemed to be hanging out in the library.  They were really into 17th century costume and warfare, and they were really, really kinky.

The math geeks and I stormed the underground citadel of the Spider Queen, but she escaped, slipping away just ahead of our swords and arrows and magic.  Mia got a B-plus in calculus, spoiling her perfect 4.0 average.  I went on the study finite dimensional topology and Hausdorff vector spaces at MIT.

Six or seven years later, I ran into Mia totally at random on the street in Tacoma.  I was taking a break from my post-graduate studies to visit the fam.  She dragged me into a café and insisted on buying me coffee.

She had two kids, a rambunctious five-year old boy, and a squirmy two-year old girl.  She was divorced, and owned a small art gallery, did freelance graphic design to help make ends meet.  She had cut her hair short and wore Venus sign earrings.  Her kids were beautiful and she looked happy.

“I’ve been waiting for a chance to apologize for years now.  I’m sorry I was such a bitch to you in high school.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I told her, “I’m not exactly proud of what I did either.  I’m sorry too.  Anyway, it all turned out ok in the end.”

“Thank you” she said, “Thank you for saying that.  You know, being with you really changed my life.  It changed my life for the best.”

END

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Mnemositis

October 27, 2010 at 5:36 am · Filed under erotica, sex ·Tagged , , , ,

When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was a strange man sleeping next to me in my bed.  I must say, I reacted to this discovery pretty calmly.  I didn’t scream or otherwise freak out.

Very gingerly, so as not to wake him, I peeled back the covers and rolled out of bed.  I’d been sleeping naked, as has been my habit since I was a little girl.

For a strange dude asleep in my bed, at least this one was pretty cute.  He had a high forehead and strong cheekbones, and his chin was all bristly with stubble.  His mouth was open slightly, and he snored softly, with one arm thrust out as if to embrace someone who wasn’t there.

I tiptoed into the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth and get my head on straight.  My nipples were tender, as if they’d been sucked on a lot, and my pussy was pleasantly sore and juicy; apparently I’d had fun last night.

There was a post-it stuck to the mirror over the sink, and scrawled in hasty red magic marker:

THREESOME, KEN FROM AL-ANON.

MUCH HOTNESS.

XOXO

ANA

Back in the bedroom, I carefully peeled back the sheets.  Ken was sleeping naked too.  His soft little cock was too cute not to kiss.  As soon as my lips touched it, it twitched and started to swell slightly.  I very lightly traced my tongue across his crinkled scrotum and along the underside of his still-flaccid penis.  He tasted salty and sexy, and his cock continued to swell in a most gratifying way.

He shifted, rolling over onto his back.  His eyes were still closed, and if he wasn’t still completely asleep, he certainly wasn’t quite awake yet either.  His cock was now fully erect, and my boy Kenny was possessed of one very attractive penis.  It was big; long without being too long, fat without being too fat, circumcised with a bulbous well-defined head and the whole thing had an interesting upward curve to it.  My pussy twitched wetly.  I wished I remembered…

I softly swirled my tongue all around the big knobby purple head, exploring the ridges and textures and enjoying his taste.  He swelled even more and I could feel his pulse beating in his cock.  I wanted to eat him.

His big cock flopped wetly against his flat tummy, and his eyes flickered sleepily open.  He smiled slowly and stretched, arching his back like a lazy cat.  I swallowed his hard cock whole.

I loved having that big hot hard living thing in my mouth.  His hands played with my hair as I lavished affection all over his penis with my tongue.  I started bobbing my head slowly up and down, taking as much of him as I could and then releasing him until the head was balanced precariously between my lips, then engulfing him all over again.  He started humping back, matching my tempo, slowly at first and then more and more urgently.

I wrapped the fingers of one hand around the base of his cock and started jerking him off into my mouth, quick little butterfly strokes.  My other hand cupped his balls, gently squeezing him, my fingertips teasing the soft skin of his taint and the dark secret crack where his ass cheeks met.  He was moaning and groaning in the most sexy way, lifting up off the bed to meet my wet mouth.  I released his balls and, still pumping his erection between my thumb and forefinger, I let one exploratory finger slide up between his ass cheeks.

I circled his crinkly little anus with my finger, and the moans and groans increased in volume and urgency, and he started fucking my mouth harder, bucking and thrashing around.  I wanted to taste him, taste him, feel him come.  I pressed my finger up against his hole, and his anus opened up and let my finger slide all the way in to the second knuckle.  He was hot and tight, and I could feel his body pulsing.  With a howl, he arched his back, shoving his cock deep into my mouth, his entire body trembling.  Ignoring my aching shoulder, I jerked his cock as fast as I could, keeping my mouth wrapped around his cock.  He shot off into my mouth, flooding me with his hot, salty-bitter come, his ass spasming and grasping at my probing finger.

At last I released him, licking my lips like a satisfied cat, admiring him lying disheveled on my bed, the picture of a very satisfied man.

He smiled very big and stretched again and rolled over, revealing one of the cutest little white butts I’ve ever had the pleasure of ogling.  I was just starting to wonder how long his turn-around time might be, and whether he’d be at all interested in licking my pussy in the meantime.  Then he saw the clock on my bedside table.

“Oh crap,” he said, sitting up, “I’m going to be late for work if I don’t hustle bunnies!”

I lay on the bed and watched him hurriedly get dressed.  I think that’s so sexy; I love watching a guy –or a girl- get dressed.  I wished that I had time to properly masturbate, but I’d seen the clock too, and I also was running late for work.

“Thanks for everything!” he said, “Last night was amazing, and so was this morning!  I hope we can all get together again soon.  Tell Ana I’ll see her at the next meeting.” He stopped, suddenly unsure of himself, then he kissed me quickly on the lips.  “See you soon!” and he slipped out through the door.

There were three condom wrappers torn open on the bedroom floor.  Daaamn!  I checked the clock.  I had just enough time to take a really fast shower and get dressed.    I thought about whacking off really quick under the hot running water, but I decided to wait.  I wanted to take my time and make it a really good one.

The first thing I saw in the kitchen was the big oversized calendar I didn’t remember taping to the wall.  The days were crossed out in black magic marker.  According to the calendar, it was Wednesday October 13th.  How had it gotten to be Wednesday already?  How had it gotten to be October?

There was a yellow post-it note stuck to today’s date on the calendar: Doc Appt, 3:30.  I didn’t remember making a doctor appointment.

The fridge was covered in yellow post-its.  There was a big pink one front and center with large block lettering on it:

YOU WERE IN A BICYCLE ACCIDENT ON APRIL 16TH.  YOU’RE OK, BUT YOUR MEMORY ISN’T WORKING RIGHT.  LOVE YOU XXX ANA

It sort of made sense, actually.  I couldn’t remember anything.  It was all kind of blurry.

I made coffee, savoring the lingering taste of his maleness in my mouth: salty, sweaty, tangy, musky, comey.

I got on my bike and started pedaling.  The early fall morning was bright and shiny and made my eyes squint.  I got to school just before the tardy bell.  My first class was pre-algebra: 30 fidgety 7th graders, and not one of them looked in the least bit familiar.  Fortunately I had left myself detailed notes, and an excellent lesson plan.  I could get through this day.

Apparently I had packed a brown bag lunch for myself the day before.  I’d have to make sure and do the same thing again tonight before bed.  I couldn’t wait for Ana to get home.  It seemed like forever since I’d seen her.  Did she even still have the same job?

The rest of my classes went by ok: Geometry, Algebra, another Pre-Algebra.  The kids were all strangers to me, but I knew the material and I had left myself excellent notes, so it wasn’t any problem to teach.  I was pretty sure they couldn’t even tell I was winging it.

One of the girls in my 9th grade Algebra II class kept looking at me funny.  It was a hungry, flirtatious, knowing kind of look.  She was kind of goth in a nerdy way (or nerdy in a goth sort of way), smart, and just painfully cute.  Had we done anything together?  That would be unethical and illegal and could get me fired if not actually jailed.  I could totally picture myself sitting on top of my desk while she ate me out, fondling her ripe young breasts while she licked my clit.  I hoped I’d had the good sense not to molest her, but I just didn’t know and she kept staring at me in a way that gave me butterflies in the worst kind of way, a sensation that was not entirely unpleasant.

After the last class let out, I sat down to write myself a detailed set of notes for tomorrows classes, and to let myself know how far we had gotten and what homework I had assigned.  I had some time to kill before my doctor appointment; maybe I had planned it that way.

I was sitting behind my desk, obliviously writing to myself, when I heard the classroom door open and close.  I looked up, and a beautiful raven-haired woman was looking intently at me with smoldering eyes.

Was that Ana?  All of a sudden, I realized that I had no visual memory of her.  I knew she was beautiful, I knew that I loved her, but I couldn’t remember, not even a little bit, what she looked like.  This might be her, coming to pick me up from work, but I really wasn’t sure.

“Ana?” I croaked.

“No, I’m Peggy, Milo’s mother” she said, “We talked for a long time yesterday, and you said you’d like to meet up after school today.  Well, here I am!  You warned me you might not remember…”

She was hot.  Older than me, by maybe ten years, with long dark hair that was almost certainly dyed, and a very tall slender figure that was accentuated by an almost-scandalously short skirt and a tight black sweater that showed off her smallish boobs to their very best advantage.  She wore a bright band of gold on the third finger of her left hand.  Oh Peggy, you are one hot mama!  Are you flirting with me?  Did we flirt yesterday?  Did we do more than just flirt?

“Apparently my memory isn’t functioning properly,” I said smiling politely, “Ever since the accident.”

“That’s what you told me yesterday,” Peggy said, biting her lower lip fetchingly, “Maybe we could continue this conversation in my car.  Can I offer you a ride somewhere?”

She was parked in a corner of the school parking lot, under a big gloriously golden-leafed oak tree.  Her car was an expensive-looking black muscle car, a Mustang or a Camaro or something like that.

We got in.  It seemed to me that sexual tension was absolutely crackling between us.  My pussy was moist and my clit felt swollen and tender.  I wondered if she felt the same way, or if she was really just offering me a friendly ride to the doctor’s office.

She closed the driver’s side door after herself, but didn’t buckle up or start the engine.  She placed her hand lightly on my thigh.  Underneath my grey slacks, inside my panties, my pussy drooled with horny anticipation.

“I haven’t been able to get you off my mind,” she said with a smile that was almost shy.  Her hand, maybe unconsciously, was softly stroking my thigh.  Every time it brushed up toward my crotch, I felt a wave of almost uncontrollably red-hot lust.  “I was thinking about you all day today.”   She smiled again.  Enchanting.  “I thought about you last night before I went to sleep.

“If my husband knew, he’d kill me.  Or else he’d want to watch.  Which might not be an all bad thing either…

The way her hand was petting my thigh was absolutely killing me.  My cunt was swollen and hot and hungry, and I was sure I was soaking all the way through my slacks.  I wanted my clothes to be off.

“Did Milo do ok in class today?” I wracked my mind… Milo: a youngish-looking thirteen year old with glasses and a worried look on his face.  Now that I remembered I could see his mom in him.  I recalled that he’d done well on his homework and had volunteered an answer in class.  I told Peggy and she seemed relieved.

“It’s so weird that you’re his teacher and I’m his mother.  God, if he had any idea…”

Her stroking hand had reached my crotch, softly petting me just above where my clit was screaming ‘TOUCH ME TOUCH ME!!’  I could help myself no more.  I reached over the stick shift and grabbed Peggy’s sweater, pulling her to me and kissing her hard on the lips.

She kissed me back ferociously, her hand finding my breast and squeezing hard.  She tumbled across the gear shift on top of me, her lips mashing into mine.  Fumbling, I found the lever that reclined the passenger seat.

When was the last time I’d fooled around in a car?  I can tell you exactly: it was my junior year of high school, with Mia, this girl on the volleyball team who I wasn’t exactly friends with, but with whom I had a torrid and steamy sex-ridden six-month affair.  We had lost our virginity to each other, late at night, parked at the end of a semi-abandoned dirt road, surrounded by trees and empty beer cans.  It was broad daylight here, and the school parking lot was far from abandoned.  Just that moment, I really didn’t give a shit.

Peggy had both her hands tangled in my hair and was kissing me hard and deep.  Her breasts were pressed up against my own.  Her skirt had fortuitously ridden up, and I let my hands explore her bare legs, feeling their way up her smooth firm thighs and stroking her through her silky panties.

It didn’t take me very long to push her panties aside and let my fingers slip inside.  She was very wet: furry, hot, and slippery.  Two of my fingers slid right up her hungry cunt; my thumb bumped against her hard little clit and she moaned into my mouth.

My fingers were knuckle-deep in her pussy, and she was humping back hard against my hand, but my wrist was in an awkward crampy position, so we rolled over.

I pulled her panties off and tossed them aside.  They were black, of course, lacy and frilly, cut into a high V shape.  She spread her legs wide, resting one high heel on the dashboard, the other flailing off into the steering column.  Peggy’s pussy was revealed to me in all its glory.  She had a mass of black pubic hair, thick and dark and slick with her juices.  She had big, meaty lips that folded open, and her clit stood boldy out, a fat little pea.

Kneeling in the cramped space in front of the passenger seat, I stuck my head between her thighs and started licking joyously.  Her taste was clean, tangy, hot, slippery, sexual.  I loved losing myself into her cunt.  I slurped up and down her pussy, dragging my tongue from her ass cheeks all the way up to her clit and back again.

What Peggy liked best, it turned out, was having her pussy fingered while just the tip of my tongue teased around her swollen clit.  I lost track of how many times she came like that.  More times than I would have thought physically possible, and very loud and violent at that.  Whenever she came, her stomach muscles heaved and flexed, her back arched, her thighs squeezed my head hard, and she let loose with a blood-curdling scream as if she were being murdered.  I just kept fingering and licking and trying to get enough air into my lungs to avoid passing out.

After, I don’t know, ten or twelve of these, three fingers up her pussy, another finger halfway up her butt, my aching tongue dancing around and just brushing against her clitoris, she finally pushed me away gasping “Enough… I can’t take any more!”

I came up, grinning.  My fingers were totally coated in her come, stuck together and dripping off me.  I half expected the car to be surrounded by a crowd of horny students and teachers, drawn from blocks around by Peggy’s screaming orgasms; but the lot was deserted.

“My God…” Peggy said, still out of breath, “You are just amazing!”

I was absolutely squirming for her to get into my pants.  But then I remembered my doctor appointment.  I was already ten minutes late.

“Shit,” Peggy cursed, maneuvering her skirt back down and her way back into the drivers’ seat.  It wasn’t very graceful, but it was cute.  “I’ve got to get back to the house in time to meet Milo when he gets home.  I can drop you off at your doc’s.  Come on!”

She drove me over to the doctor’s office.  It was a short drive, and she left her hand casually in my lap, stoking my leg through my pants.  By the time we got there I was ready to straddle the gear shift and shove it right up my cunt.  I was so wet and turned-on it was ridiculous.

“I’m all booked up the rest of the week,” Peggy told me as she dropped me off, “But we could get together next Monday after school if you like.  I’ll take good care of you next time, I promise.”

“I won’t remember” I said.

“I know.  Write yourself a note.  Thanks again Sexy!” She blew me a kiss and drove away.

I was fifteen minutes late when I checked in with the receptionist.  She told me to have a seat.  I waited there another ten or fifteen minutes.  I passed the time flipping through old news magazines, imagining the people in the pictures naked and squeezing my thighs together, semi-masturbating in the waiting room.

I liked my doctor immensely.  He was a dapper little man in a neat suit who spoke very precisely and came across as caring and intelligent.  He told me that all the tests so far had come back negative, and that he wanted to schedule another CAT scan.  He wrote me an appointment card, told me to post it in a place where I couldn’t miss it.  Then he put his hand on my shoulder.  “Don’t worry,” he said, sounding worried, “We’ll figure this out.  This kind of thing is rarely permanent.”

Outside, the bright October day was clouding over, turning dark and threatening.  There was a chill in the wind, and I wondered if it might not rain.  It was a fairly quick walk home from the doctor’s office.  It was only a mile or so, and the way home took me straight through the park.

The park was forlorn and empty.  In this light all the trees seemed muted and dead.  Dry leaves rustled in the wind.  I realized with a start that I’d left my bike at work, chained up in the rack in front of the school.  Crap, I could be home already!  I’d have to write myself a post-it tonight or tomorrow I’d have no idea where my bike was.

I made eye contact with a fairly cute-looking guy who was walking the other direction.  He smiled at me, a big friendly smile, and I smiled absently back.  He stopped and turned around, and then we were walking together.   He was tall and skinny, in his early twenties, with hair the color of straw.  His hand found mine and our fingers clasped.  I wondered where I knew him from.  There was a highly interesting looking bulge going on in the front of his tight black jeans.

I maneuvered us off the main path and we sat down on a park bench by a little bridge and made out for a while.  He was an aggressive kisser, and that was exactly how I liked it at that moment.  I liked him holding my wrists down and forcing his tongue down my throat and grabbing and squeezing my breasts like silly putty, tormenting my erect nipples through my bra.

I unzipped his pants and fished out his cock.  It was long and thin and uncircumcised.  I started jerking him off, right there in the open.  He leaned back unsnapping his fly, giving me full access.  I tugged his pants down a little bit so his zipper wouldn’t chafe on the goodies.

His cock pointed straight up in the air like an obelisk.  It was exceedingly veiny and seemingly hairless.  As I worked my hand up and down, the scarlet head kept flirtatiously peeking out and then disappearing underneath his foreskin, like a shy little elf.  I found that quite charming.

I lubricated the whole situation with my spit, and cupped his balls against the chilly autumn air with my free hand.  Giving a world-class handjob is like conducting a symphony orchestra.  Again and again I brought him right to the edge, squirming inches from his peak before backing off, only to slowly build up to another crescendo.  I varied my tempo subtly, until he was wordlessly begging for it.  His cock was hot and red and pulsating and his balls were swollen and tight.  I squeezed his dick hard in my hand and began pumping him deliberately faster and faster until there was no going back.  He wailed like a girl and raised his ass off the park bench, fucking toward the sky.  At the very last second I dropped my mouth onto his cock so as to not waste a drop of his come.  I felt his cock twitch violently as he came, squirting and squirting again, filling my mouth with his hot sticky precious juice.

It’s funny how no two people’s come tastes the same.  He was saltier than Ken had been that morning, stronger tasting, but by no means unpleasant.  I savored his flavor, the sensation of having a mouth full of semen before I finally came up for air.

“Wow.” he told me, “Just Wow.”

“I’m kind of embarrassed to say this,” I said, “But I don’t remember your name…”

“I’m Mike,” he said, grinning drunkenly.  “What’s yours?”

“I don’t know you??”

“No,” he said, still grinning, his soft cock lounging out on display for anyone who happened to be walking by, “But I’d love to.  Could I have your phone number?”

“I should really be going.” I said.

“Alright,” he said, “See you around then…”

The rain had started by the time I got home, a cold and soaking rain that glued my shirt to my skin and made my shoes squish on the sidewalk.  I wished I’d packed a rain jacket.  I wished I hadn’t forgotten my bike.

When I let myself into the apartment, there was a beautiful woman standing in the kitchen, trying more-or-less successfully to dig a broken-off cork out of a bottle of wine.  She was all curves and freckles and had red hair pulled back in a pony tail and a sexy butt and outrageously big boobs and an even bigger smile and I knew in a rush of emotion that it was Ana.

“Welcome home!” she said, “I was going to cook us dinner, but then I decided I’d rather order a pizza and fuck.  How was your day?”

I told her everything.  She alternately grinned and tut-tutted.

“Girl,” she said, “You need to be more careful with strange guys you don’t know.  We should get that tattooed on the back of your hand: Ask Him If He Knows Your Name FIRST.

“Was it too weird this morning?  Sorry I didn’t have time to leave a better note.”

“No, it was fine, it was fantastic,” I said, “How about last night?  Was it hot?”  I’d always wanted to have a threesome, but I’d never gotten the chance.

“Oh my god, it was so hot!  We both went down on him, then he fucked me while I ate you out, then he watched while we did a 69, then I got to watch him fuck you.  The guy could just keep going and going.  It was amazing!  I kept licking your clit and making you come on his cock.  I had my finger up your ass while he was fucking your pussy… I could totally feel his cock moving inside you.”

“I’d like to have more than just your finger up my ass… this has been the most sexually frustrating day ever!”

Ana grinned wickedly.  “I think that could be arranged.”  Just then the doorbell rang.  It was our pizza.

Over greasy slice of pepperoni pie, I told Ana about the girl in my algebra class who had been giving me the eye.  “Ana, have I been boinking any fifteen-year old students?”

“Not that you’ve told me,” Ana said, “and you tell me everything.”

After pizza and several glasses of wine, Ana dragged me kicking and screaming into the bedroom.  “I hope they fix your memory soon,” she smirked, “but I hope they don’t fix your sex drive!”

She looked gorgeous naked and I told her so.  Her boobs stood proudly out, huge pink aureole with little dimpled nipples in the center.  Her pussy was shaved bare, which was a new development for me: last I remembered she had a neat little red bush.  I liked the new look.

My panties were an absolute disgrace.  Ana sniffed the soaking wet-come-stained crotch and grinned wickedly as she fumbled with the straps of her harness.

Apparently we’d gotten a new dildo: this one was short and thick and looked more like a goose egg than a penis.  It was off-white and silicone and projected lewdly from her crotch, bobbing slightly as she moved.  “Bend over” she said, and I did.

The sexual tension that had been building in me all day boiled over when I felt her tongue on my ass.  Abandoning any restraint, I came hard and loud and wetly as she tongued my anus.  Her fingers found my pussy, my clit, my asshole, and she played me like an instrument.

When she mounted me, I was more than ready for her.  We didn’t even use any lube, it was all me and her.  With a series of cute little grunts, she worked that fat dildo up my hungry asshole until her crotch was pressed against my butt cheeks, her big breasts squished up against my shoulder blades.  I felt delightfully stretched to the absolute limit, riding a knife-edge of almost unbearable pleasure.  My pussy twitched and gushed, and I squirmed back against the thick dildo in my asshole, savoring the sensations.

She whispered in my ear that she loved me, and proceeded to fuck my ass hard, pulling on my hair and fingering my cunt, making me come over and over again until I was limp as an unstrung marionette.

We carefully disengaged and then I licked her pussy.  Ana has the most beautiful pussy: fat puffy outer lips that press together in a neat and tidy little crease to reveal petite inner labia that are so small they barely exist at all, and a clit that stands out like a miniature cock.  Right now her clit was swollen and livid with excitement and her cunt was beyond wet, oozing come all over her inner thighs, dribbling out in long sticky strands.  I dove in, losing myself in her familiar spice-tinged taste.

I licked all around her clit, the way she likes it, teasing her pussy and her asshole with my fingertips, tormenting her as long as we could stand it before giving over to lust and slurping and finger-fucking her to one violent orgasm after another.

It was great to be back home.

“I love you” I said later on as we snuggled together like a pair of nested spoons.

“I love you too” Ana told me sleepily.

“I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Mmm-hmm.” She was already asleep.

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