Gracey and Teacher

Gracey and Teacher [part 1 of 2]
By: Chiquita

Note: Hey everyone. I'm back after what seems like forever. College got the best of me. Here's a new story. Starts off slow, but it will pick up. Save for a rainy day if you're in a hurry. =)

The first day of college started out like any other. Grace sat through class after class, receiving syllabis from her teachers as she introduced herself to her classmates. She was excited though. This was her chance to make a new start, throw aways the past and become someone she wanted to be. The only thing her new fellow classmates would know about her was that she was from Texas and her age was 19. In high school, Grace had been the wild child. In was a front that she had put on, and her fake reputation had made her life hell. She had made good grades, graduated the top of her class, but no one would ever see her as anything other than the class slut, the party girl. Truth was, that wasn't her at all. She hated parties, had only slept with one person in her whole life, and no one in her small hometown had ever met him. A random, but handsome guy while on a random trip to Georgia. Her life back home was one made up of harsh rumors. Here, at college, she could finally become the person she had always been; the quiet, studious bookworm. Of course, other cards had been dealt to Grace. She just didn't know it yet.

Grace was beautiful. Five feet, four inches with creamy skin with an equally creamy complexion and long, wavy brown hair. A pert nose, dark bedroom eyes, and full pink lips gave her a face that most people paid to have nowadays. Her body was like a valley, curves leading the eyes every which way. Her breasts were full, firm, and high; her waist small, but her hips wide. Her generous thighs would make a priest forget his vows. She had decided to buy a new wardrobe after moving out here to California, choosing to wear her yellow summer dress and sandals for the first day of school. She smiled as she walked across the campus to her last class of the week. She had been looking forward to Creative Writing all week. She loved to write, and hoped to do something with it one day. Her sandals clapped the stairs as she hurried up them to the front doors. Looking around, she tried to find her room number, finally getting help from an upperclassmen named Jake. He'd been able to do nothing but check her out, something she had failed to notice. According to Grace, she was here to learn, and learn only.

Finally finding her class, Grace opened the door and found a seat in the front row. No one else had shown up yet. The only sign that there was even a class in the lecture room that days was the fact that the teacher's things were all over the desk. She noticed Shakespeare and Whitman lying on the desk, and seeing that there really was on one else in the room, she decided to take a peak. Leaning her hip against the desk, she cracked open a book called "Leaves of Grass." She hoped it was something they'd read over in class. As she became lost in the words, she failed to hear someone coming in through the door, and the footsteps that came closer and closer to the desk.

Professor Benjamin Jackson opened the door, immediately noticing the girl standing by his desk. He couldn't see her front, but the back sure was nice. She seemed to be reading one of his personal books, something that would have usually bothered him. Yet, it seemed that she wasn't reading it out of nosiness, but out of fascinated interest. She didn't even look up and he shut the door behind him. He was hoping that he finally had a student that was genuinely interesting in this course. "Hey there," He said, seeing her body jump at the sound of his voice.

Grace jumped a mile high, slamming the book close as if she were a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. She turned her head, seeing a man just slightly older than she standing before her. He had to be the teacher. He looked too smart, too worldly to be another student. He commanded attention with his almost broody look. He had black, curly hair, honest eyes, a straight aristocratic nose, and lips made for sin. He was tall, built, and his very nature was the definition of assertion. She swallowed, knowing that he would be the only thing to ruin her plans here at college. If any one on this campus took her mind away from her studies, it would be this man. Oh, Lord was she in trouble. "H-hi. Sorry, I didn't mean to be nosy. I just saw the name Whitman. The name is familiar, but I'd never had the pleasure of reading his works. I hope you'll forgive me."

He smiled. She was a timid thing, but she was also honest. "No worries. I'm just glad you gave into your curiosity. A desire to learn in this classroom is rare and very...very appreciated." He watch her lips form into a smile. Her teeth were straight, perfect, and white; her lips deserved a poem. She set the book down and turn to her desk. He was happy to see she would be in the front row.

Just then, students began to file in, all of them trying to claim a seat in the top row. At least he had the mysterious girl in the front. She'd be the only thing to keep him from losing his sanity in this class. Walking to the board he picked up the chalk and wrote his name on the board. The class became quiet as the clock ticked to five o'clock p.m. Four more hours to go, he thought, just four more hours. He turned from the chalk board and walked to his desk, facing the 28 students he had for this class.

"I'm Ben Jackson. I'll ask you to call me Professor Jackson as I will not respond to anything else. If you don't know, this is Creative Writing. I hope you did not take this class thinking it'd be easy because I assure you, I won't be. This is college, and I expect you to read at a college level, speak at a college level, write at a college level, and act like it. There are no make-ups, and Midterms are in two months. A paper, evaluating three works from a list of writers and poets that I have prepared." Ben walked to Mystery Girl and handed her the stack of the lists. "Pass the papers around, and good luck. Pick whoever, library is down the hall, and good luck."

Grace passed the papers to a boy behind her, quickly putting her attention to the list. Most of the names were unfamiliar to her: Sir Thomas Wyatt, Sylvia Plath, Dorothy Parker. One stood out to her--Walt Whitman. She quickly grabbed her things and walked for the door. Ben studied her as she had read the list, seeing her smile as she settled on a name. He was curious as to who she chose. He was also pleased at her genuine eagerness to get started.

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The next week Grace was once again the first student to class. She looked at the clock seeing that she was fifteen minutes early. She took the same seat in the front, laying her books and backpack onto the desk. She took out her notebook that she had started for this class. Over the past week she had made meticulous notes on each of the four books of works of Whitman. She learned all she could about him, thinking it would make her have a better understanding for his poems, therefore letting her write a better evaluation of his poems. She was going over what she had written when she heard the door open. It was Ben. She got a fluttery feeling her a stomach, feeling her cheeks warm with pleasure. She quickly looked down to her notebook, pretending she hadn't heard him come in. "Hello, Grace."

She looked up at him, trying to seem unaffected. "Hey, Professor Jackson."

"How was your week?"

"It was good, thank you. I trust yours was, too?"

"Very. Get any work done on your Midterm?"

"I did. I read three books and wrote notes on them."

"I hope you got other homework done," He said, smiling at her obvious enthusiasm for learning.

"Oh, I did. I did all of that on Saturday." She returned to her reading as she plotted an outline for her paper. She may have two months on the assignment, but she'd be done long before. She was proud of herself.

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Four weeks passed by as Grace flew through her studies. Her Dean had asked her to her office, commending her on her work and dedication. She asked if everything was fine, and if there was anything that Grace needed. She smiled, saying no and that she was perfectly fine. Before she left the Dean told her that if she kept up her work, she might be looking a teacher's assistant job in a year. She was oblivious to the word outside her work and studies, not noticing her teachers growing interest in her, or any interest coming her way for that matter.

Grace walking into Writing class with her Midterm in hand. It was done three weeks early. She had reread it a million times and had edited it so many times. She was proud of it and thought it was the absolute best it could be. As class started, she watched students come and leave from the library. She took the time to finish other homework, finishing it up, and thus freeing her weekend. After packing her things, she looked at the clock: 8:45. Class ended in fifteen minutes. She looked around, seeing that there were only a few other students in the room. Reaching for her paper she stood and walked for the step down to the floor. Ben looked up as she came closer, looking slightly annoyed at having been interrupted. She almost turned around, but he spoke.

"Yes, Grace?" He seemed out of sorts today.

"I-I just wanted to give your my term paper."

"You mean to tell me that you're done? All fifty pages?"

"Yes, I am." She held out the paper, her nerves jumping as his fingers brushed against hers as he made a grab for the papers. He skimmed through every page. He read fast, she noted.

"Very good. Do you think you can meet me in my office? Main building, Room 856. I wanna discuss your paper, and your grade."

"Yes, Professor Jackson. I'll leave now if that's fine." He glanced at the clock.

"Fine. See you soon."

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Grace was getting more and more nervous by the minute as she sat in the chair in front of his desk. She couldn't stop fidgeting as she continuously looked around her. She decided to walk around while she waited. She had been in here for almost an hour waiting for him. The room looked like it was big, but the mass amount of books and trinkets made it look small. The room a soft, dark glow at night. The huge mahogany desk in the middle, piles of books all around. The desk itself was clean, organized. She put her attention to the books noting almost every subject imaginable. Just then she heard a soft click behind her. She turned to see Ben walking towards her and the nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach grew worse. He stopped desk, pulling out his chair, and taking a seat. He smacked her paper down onto the desk and looked at her, nailing her in place.

"Did you copy any of this, because if you tell me now, I'll let you redo it without penalty."

"No. That's my work. I would never do that." He noticed that she almost seemed angry.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Professor Jackson." He picked up her paper and began to read. He eyes rolled over the words noting how smoothly she wrote. It wasn't choppy, or sloppy. It was a meticulously written paper, well organized, and well written. The girl had a talent. For the next twenty minutes he read what she had wrote, in awe of her evaluation of Walt Whitman. Grace watched him silently, inching closer to the desk with each passing minute. She was morbidly curious what he was thinking as she knelt at the side of his desk, resting her folded arms on the surface. As he finished, he put the papers down and looked at her.

"Amazing," he said. "Absolutely amazing." Grace smiled as he said this, happy that he thought highly of what she'd written. In her excitement she forgot herself, leaping up and hurling herself at him for a hug. Stunned, he sat motionless for several second before he returned the hug. This was going to be a mistake. His hands slowly slid up and down her back, the fabric of her red dress smooth against his palms. Her breasts were smashed against his throat, his face turned into her neck. She smelled sweet like flowers.

His right hand curved to the back of her neck, his fingers spreading through her silken hair, and he could almost see himself as he pressed a kiss to the tender spot under her ear. He heard her sharp intake of breath in his ear, felt her chest constrict against his neck. Moving his lips up, he caught her earlobe in his mouth, slowing sucking it in. Her grip became tighter on his back and her body tensed, but she didn't move away. He trailed his kisses along her jaw, loving how she leaned her head back to allow him the access. As they came face to face he stopped and looked at her. Her eyes were half closed, filled with lust and passion. He dick grew hard, knowing that she wanted this; wanted him.

"Stand up, Grace." She withdrew herself from him, standing straight, her breathing becoming heavier. He leaned forward to place a kiss against her stomach, his hands coming to the backs of her thighs, slowly traveling up and taking the hem of the dress with him. His hands cupped her ass, squeezing the flesh; pushing her into his mouth. Grace's head fell backwards, her lips parted with a sigh as she buried her fingers in his hair. Ben's hands started up again, coming to a stop at her waist, bringing himself back to look at her. Her stomach was smooth and white, the only thing marring her skin was her bellybutton. She wore a tiny red thong that barely covered her. He gave a sound of pleasure at the sight. "Pull your dress off and let me see the rest of you."

She grabbed the fabric around her waist, watching his eyes move up her body as she bared it to him. As she pulled out the bodice and lifted, she felt her breasts fall from its support. She had decided to forgo a bra today. Lifting the dress up, she pulled it over her head and slowly tossed it to the floor next to the desk. She stepped back on her heels to lean on his desk allowing him a full view.

"Like what you see?" His eyes shot up to hers.

"I do." His voice sounded thicker, deeper. His big hands reached out to grab her hips, his fingers digging into her skin.

"Do I get to see you?" He smiled, taking his hands away from her. He sat back as his hands went for the buttons on his shirt. She watched as he did so, bringing herself to her knees and scooting in between his. She pushed his hands away, finishing what he'd started. As she unbuttoned the last one, she pushed his shirt off and let it fall to the chair behind him. He had a wide thick chest. She liked her men like this; sturdy and strong. Leaning forward with her hands on his thighs, she kissed his chest, working herself up to his neck. Her tongue made a wet path to his ear, her mouth making a grab for the lobe and sucking it. A moan sounded in his throat.

Her breasts pressed against his chest, the light sprinkling of hair tickling her nipples. The feeling making her gasp as her mouth opened over his skin. Her lips trailed along his shoulder, stopping to lick and nip. His nipples became hard as she ran her tongue slowly over them. His hands found her hair as he rested his back against the chair, taking her with him. She could feel his hard dick pressing against her chest now as she focused her attention on the other nipples, her hands beginning to run up and down his thighs, her fingers massaging. '

Ben's body tingled at her attentions, his dick getting harder with the feel of her hands on his thighs. He couldn't remember a time when a woman had paid this much attention to him. Her wet open mouth kissed and licked down his stomach, her tongue licking along the creases that his abs made. She looked up at him as his muscles convulsed in pleasure. His hand was still at her neck, and he began to massage it as she continued to look up at him. She scooted herself back, her head coming to be over his crotch. She ran her tongue along the line of his pants. His eyes closed slowly, opening to look at her again. She had her face between his legs, and before he could even see it coming, she dips her head down, her tongue pressing into his pants along his balls. He moaned as his hands grabbed her hair, her tongue continuing to lick up his balls and over the line of his erection.

Grace loved his reactions, and she wondered if he knew how his every feeling and emotion showed on his face. She teased him through his pants, his grip on her hair getting tighter with every minute. Finally she lifted her head, her hands coming to the buckle of his pants. His dick was pushing against the fabric as she pulled the tongue out of the buckle, drawing it back to unhook it. Pulling it open, she moved her fingers to unbutton the button in one deft movement. The sound of the zipper seemed to ring through the room and she grabbed the waist of his pants and pulled, his hips raising off the chair. She reached down to take off his shoes, making a show of it as she looked into his eyes. Pushing them to the side she pulled the legs of the pants down his feet until they were off, along with his boxers. She hadn't seen a lot of cocks in her day, but his was nice and thick and long. If she put it to a ruler, she would guess it was about seven to eight inches.

He watched her assess him with an innocence he didn't expect. For the time, he wondered if she were a virgin. "Have you ever been with a man before?" She seemed to be pulled out of a trance and looked up at him.

"What?"

"I asked if you'd ever been with a man before."

"Yes, one. It was random and quick. I never saw anything." He stared at her in private wonder. If she were telling the truth, which he knew she was, then she was a born natural.

"Have you ever sucked a dick?"

"No."

"What you did with the pants on was great. Try doing that now." He watched her gaze dart to his dick as he waited for her to start. Her tongue came out to dart across her lips, making his dick jump with anticipation. His eyes traveled down to her breasts. Full and perky, her nipples were the perfect size, pink as a rose. He wondered if another part of her was just as pink.

Grace leaned forward, watching his face as she ran her tongue along the underside of his dick. His jaw clenched as she darted her tongue against the notch under the head. She worked her mouth over his dick, testing different things to gauge his reactions. Licking and sucking the sides, her mouth popping over his head. When she did this, the sound seemed to reverberate through the office, and he would press his dick up into her face. She moved her head down and ran her tongue against his balls, sucking each of them in turn into her mouth. She ran her tongue back up his dick, her mouth coming up to close over the head. She sucked and licked, slowing working her way down. Coming up, she wrapped her fingers around his cock and squeezed, rubbing up and down. She gave the head one last long suck before she leaned back onto her heels and stood.

She bent over, her face coming even with his, and kissed him. Long and deep, her lips sucking on his; her teeth light pulling on his bottom lip. She smiled against his lips before she leaned back and hopped up onto his desk. They watched each other for a minute before Ben stood up and stepped in between her legs, his hands grabbing her thighs and pulling her against him. She cried out as she fell back onto the table, her hips instinctively pushing up against his cock. The friction of his dick rubbing against her panty-covered pussy made her moan, her teeth grabbing at her bottom lip.

"Have you ever had your pussy licked?"

"N-no." Her face grew flushed.

"Mmmm." His eyes moved up and down her body as his hand ran, down, and around her thighs. His hands grabbed the flimsy string of her thong at the hips and slowly pulled them down. Her panties were soaked. Stepping back to pull them off, he let them drop before stepping back in place. He placed his hands on her inner thighs and pushed, spreading her legs wide. Her lips glistened with her juices. Her clit was excited and her perfect, pink little lips were swollen. He knelt then, wanting nothing more than to taste her. Pulling her closer, he brought the tip of his tongue to her clit. She jumped, trying to squeeze her thighs shut. When she relaxed he continued. His tongue circling her bud, flicking his slowly and then quickly. He teased her mercilessly, always changing his play. He kissed her lips, sucking them in. Her moans filled the room and she began pushing herself into his face. His tongue darted around her opening, licking. He could see her breasts rising and falling, her stomach shaking with the need to come. Pushing his tongue into her hole, he began to fuck her with it.

The quick, tiny sensations shot up her body. She could feel herself getting closer, her fingers pulling at his hair. She needed it bad, and she began humping his face, urging him on. She tried to sit up, only to fall back down, moaning loud, her hips gyrating.

"Ben..Ben, Ben. Please. Make me come. Plea..." Her voice lost in her breathing, catching on a moan as he returned his efforts to her clit. His tongue flicked her, and he sucked her quickly, but softly. Her moans were getting louder and quicker; her thighs and stomach quivering. Finally her thighs squeezed agaist his head, her back arching as she came. She yelled his name into the room, her body convulsing with every orgasmic wave that hit her body. Ben stood, running his hands up her stomach to grab her breasts. He kneaded them, his thumbs rubbing circles around her nipples. She gave a soft grunt and opened her eyes. Her lips were parted, her breathing starting to slow down.

"I want you to get off my desk and turn around." She blinked a few times before moving to do his request. He back up as she placed a foot onto the floor and slid down. She moved towards him, pushing up onto her toes. Placing a kiss on his lips, she sucked his lips; licking.

"Mmmm...yummy," she said quietly. "I wanted to know what I tasted like." With that she turned around and bent over his desk and waited. His hands were the first to touch her, his fingers squeezing her cheeks, spreading them. He suddenly drew back on hand and gave her a quick smack.

"Aaah! What the-" He smacked her again. She turned her head around to look at him as he ground his dick against her ass, his hands squeezing and pushing her cheeks.

"Spread your legs. Now." She did as he said and nearly came when she felt his dick slide in between her lips. He started thrusting slowly, rubbing along her slit. She pushed back against him and moaned. Pulling back, he positioned himself and moved forward. His head poked her, slowly pushing. Her pussy swallowed his head, and she squeezed herself around him, greedy for more. "Aren't we a horny little cunt."

Her head fell as she pushed her ass hard against him. His words excited her.

"Fuck me. Please." His sudden hard thrust into her pussy made her scream.

"What? You wanted to be fucked." He slowly began to thrust into her, making her moan. "I was going to go slow, let you get use to this..." He thrust hard again. "..but if you wanna be fucked, I'll gladly do it." He leaned forward, his mouth next to her lips. "Do you wanna be fucked, Grace?" He felt her shiver.

"Yes, Ben. Fuck me." His hands grabbed her hair and pulled hard, his mouth sucking her neck hard. She screamed, her body completely arched against his. He continued to fuck her, his dick thrusting hard into her, throwing her body into his desk over and over. The lamp on his desk shook, the light giving a shaking glow across the room. He watched her ass jiggle with each thrust, his skin smacking against hers. He closed his eyes, his teeth gnashing, the feeling of her tight, almost virginal pussy squeezed around him.

Letting go of her hair, he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her back against him. Standing, he thrust up into her as his hands cupped her breast, lifting and squeezing. His right hand left her left breast, sliding up to cup her neck, pushing her head back against him. Her breath was coming fast, her moans coming with each thrust.

Grace pushed back against him, loving how he was handling her. She loved the way he fucked her. "Harder, Ben. Fuck me harder."

"Beg."

"Please, Ben. I want you to fuck me harder...please, please, please."

"More."

"Oh, God, please! Please Professor Jackson. Harder. I need--" He cut her off as he slammed into her. He gave her what she wanted, fucking her harder, being about as gentle as a jackhammer. Her cries filled the room and wasn't sure how much longer he could last.

"I want you to come for me, Gracey. Come for me." The last part was whispered into her ear as he thrust, her breasts bouncing.

"Y-yes, Ben. So close. Harder, baby. Make me come for teacher." Her last request almost sent him over the edge. That had to be the hottest thing he'd ever heard her say. Pushing her back down to the desk, he grabbed her ass and fucked even harder, smacking her ass. Her pussy clenched around him and held, and her legs lifted, squeezing around his waist. He grabbed her thighs and pulled, and pushed, and pulled, and pushed. Her cries came faster and her pussy squeezed him tighter.

"Oh, fuck! I'm gonna come..coming.......*moan*...coming." He felt her come. Her scream filled his head, as he gritted his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut as he pushed her on, waiting as long as he could. "Come for me, Ben. Come.."

Ben groaned as he thrust one, twice, three times and came. He came harder than he could remember. He pulled away from her and stumbled to his chair, pulling her with him. She leaned back against him as they tried to catch their breath. He kissed her neck and whispered a thank you into her ear. She smiled as she said 'you're welcome.' They sat there for what seemed like hours before Grace began to stir.

"I hate to cut this short, Professor Jackson, but I need to get back to my room. Curfew." He let her go and watched her beautiful, naked body walk around trying to find her dress. Finding it, he watched her put it on. He was sad to see it back on. Stepping in her shoes, she came to him and gave him a lingering kiss. He felt her put something into his hands, and when she broke away from him, he looked in his hand. Her panties sat there in his hand and he closed his hand in a tight grip.

"Something to remember you by?"

"Ha ha...something like that. I'll see you in class next week?"

"Would it bother you if I asked you to come back here to my office on Monday. Same time. I need you again." She smiled and kissed his lips one more time.

"Yes, Professor. I'll be here."

With that she turned and left, leaving him there naked and spent. He hadn't had sex like that in a long time, and if this night was any sign, it was only going to get better from here. He closed his eyes, and prayed for the weekend to fly.

Theresa's Transfer

Theresa's Transfer
By: The Sympathetic Devil (thesympatheticdevil@hotmail.com)

Theresa's Transfer by The Sympathetic Devil

Theresa got plenty of attention as she walked through the hallways of the Pentagon, the personal items from her desk in a cardboard box. It was something she was used to. There weren't a lot of civilian women working there and none of them looked like Theresa, with her long blonde hair and her Barbie doll body.

She didn't necessarily like the lustful looks but she didn't dress to discourage them. Her white blouse clung tightly to her full double D's and the neckline showed a good hands-breadth of cleavage in which dangled a tear-drop moonstone bound in white gold. Her black skirt hugged hips and ass; the latter was so shapely that they suggested a few variants in her mostly European ancestry. The skirt was so busy squeezing her backside that it completely forgot to go down anywhere near her knees. The majority of Theresa's long and shapely legs were covered only by white nylons, their curves enhanced by black stiletto pumps. It was really inevitable that men would stare and she had resolved herself to it rather than sacrifice her favorite fashions. Still, compared to her weekend clothes, her current outfit was tame.

The jaw-dropping and eye-popping were more prominent today, since she had never been in this part of the building. She would probably spend the next couple of weeks disappointing another batch of hopeless hopefuls, but that wasn't the cause of the perplexed frown on her strong but feminine face. Rather, it was that she had been transferred, just like that, with no warning or explanation, to a division she had never heard of.

Her former supervisor didn't know anything about it either, only that the order had come from high up. Hell, nobody could even tell her what her new position was! Had she been promoted? Demoted? Would her pay change?

The division head would explain, she was told. And who was the division head? Again, she got nothing. Nothing but a room number and an appointment time. So here she was, three stories underground in the newly formed Division of Special Projects.

The man at the desk in the antechamber was a young civilian who noticeably sat up straighter when she entered the room. The two guards standing at either side of the Division Head's office door only allowed their eyes to betray their interest in her body, which they could always claim was a search for weapons. She would have had to have been very creative to smuggle anything inside that particular skirt, she thought with a smirk.

"I'm here to report to the division head," she told the young man. "Theresa Torgasen."

"Ms. Torgasen. Right on time," he said. "Go right in."

One of the guards opened the door for her. She put a neutral look on her face and went in.

The plush office was far from standard issue. The new boss obviously knew how to work the system. He was in a chair behind a large mahogany desk, but swiveled so that only an arm was visible.

"Theresa Torgasen reporting for duty," she said.

The man turned to face her and gave her a huge grin. It was a grin she recognized.

"Hey there TT," he said.

"Peter?" she exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"

"It's my office," he said. "My Division."

"No fucking way!" she said.

"Swear to God it's true!" he said. "Have a seat! How have you been?"

She sat in the chair he had gestured to?the only one in the room. It was odd in that it actually seemed bigger than the one Peter sat in?high-backed and well-upholstered. Comfy too, she discovered.

"Clearly my life has been boring as hell compared to yours," she observed. "How on earth did you wind up here? When you left our division, they were sending you off to do shit-work, weren't they?"

"They were," Peter concurred. "They had me going through a bunch of old files and boxes they found in a forgotten closet. And that's how I wound up in my current position."

"Huh?" asked Theresa.

"Well, there was all this old shit in there left over from the cold war," he explained. "Have you ever heard of the Mata Hari project?"

"No," she said.

"Well, you see, back during the cold war, the Department had a big problem by being infiltrated by female spies. Mostly Russian but a few Cubans, East Germans and Chinese as well. Too many high-ups couldn't keep their dicks in their pants or their mouths shut once the former were out."

Theresa chuckled. She had personal knowledge of just how susceptible men in the department to a pretty pair of tits and a nice ass.

"So, after a rather embarrassing incident with a former Secretary that was just barely kept out of the papers, one of the psy-ops folks proposed a research project to counter the barrage of commie babe-age. He called it the Mata Hari project and he claimed he could develop techniques and technology that could turn these ladies to our side. The way he had it figured, fighting the urges of the men in the Department would always be a loosing battle. But if we could influence the women in such a way that they would continue to service their targets, but out of love for the good-ole USofA rather than in order to pump out information, our men would be much more likely to turn in their flirtatious foreign floosies. And once they had gotten it out of their system, we could even send the ladies back to spy for us! It was a brilliant plan, really."

Theresa agreed it was a brilliant, all be it sexist, plan. And it was an interesting story. But somehow, she was having a hard time focusing on it. It just seemed so warm in the office suddenly. There was an odd buzzing in her head, and a more distracting buzzing lower down. She tried to focus on what Peter was saying as he told her about million dollar budgets, prostitutes brought in and paid to be research subjects, hints of impropriety and misuse of funds, investigations cut short, pay-offs and blackmail, all fascinating stuff, but Theresa only half listened. Her mind was drifting, floating in a comfortable fog. Her body squirmed in the seat, less comfortable as her clit and nipples tingled and her panties dampened.

"...I believe he's currently living under the name of Fink. He seems to be using the technology he developed in the private sector. Runs a company called 'BimboTech Incorporated' of all things."

"BimboTech..." Theresa repeated and giggled, not sure what was funny.

"But once I found his notes and working models there in that closet, I knew I'd stumbled onto something that I could really take advantage of," Peter continued, smiling at her. "And with some careful and clever maneuvering, I got myself placed as head of this Division. And once I had this power, you were the first person I thought of. I knew that I wanted to have you work for me. To work under me. So now I'm your boss."

Theresa nodded. That was true. He was her boss.

"You're going to really like working under me, Theresa," Peter continued to explain. "You'll find it very, very satisfying. But it's important that you do as I say. I'm your boss. You need to do what I tell you, right?"

"Yes..." Theresa agreed. "Do what you tell me. You're the boss..."

It was true, of course. He was her boss. She needed to do as she was told. It seemed obvious, but he continued explaining it to her for a good five minutes. Maybe she needed it. She seemed to be having a hard time thinking. It was just so warm.

And she was horny. Distractingly so. She squirmed in her seat. She tried to focus. Hadn't he just said that?

Something odd was going on. She was vaguely aware of that. But she couldn't really focus on figuring out what it was. It wasn't what Peter was saying. Everything he said was perfectly true. He was her boss. She liked working for him. She needed to do what he told her. She wanted to be a good employee. All perfectly reasonable, all undeniable. But something was odd. Maybe it was just that the room was so warm, her nipples so hard, her pussy so wet and tingly. Her mind drifted again.

"So the first step is to get you dressed more appropriately for your new position," Peter was saying.

Previous supervisors had spoken to her about how she dressed and she did try to keep it professional without being painfully dull. She wouldn't have expected a complaint from Peter, though. She had always thought he appreciated how she dressed back when they had worked together. In fact, he had always seemed more than a little fond of ogling her.

"I'm not sure how I want you to dress your first day, though," he continued. "So I figured that I'd have you try out three different outfits and see which is best."

Theresa blinked. That was unexpected. She looked at Peter to see if he was joking. He was smiling, yes, but not in a joking way as he placed three boxes on the edge of his desk and a pair of gaudy shoes behind each. Theresa stared, confused.

"Come now, TT, this is part of your job. I'm your boss and you need to follow my orders. Try this one on first."

That was enough to spur Theresa into action. She couldn't think of what else to do and Peter seemed so confident, so decisive. She got out of her seat and went to the box he had indicated, the one matched with a red leather pair of knee-high boots with platform heels and heart-shaped cut outs going up each calf.

Inside the box was a negligee made mostly of red lace hearts strung together. She had never worn anything this daring to work before, of course, or anywhere outside her bedroom. She was very confused.

"Come on, TT," said Peter. "You're an important part of this project but I do have other things I have to do. We only have two more hours and we have a lot to accomplish. Hurry up and get out of your street clothes and put on your work clothes."

A bit of encouragement was all she needed. This was part of her job. She had to do her job. It was so much easier to do what she was told than to try and think about it.

She undressed. It was an easy, automatic thing to do. Something she did every day. Not at work, not in front of Peter, but those were just details. She didn't want to think about details. God she was horny!

She draped her blouse and skirt over the back of her chair. She reached back to unclasp her bra, releasing her ample bosom. Peter was breathing heavily and she looked up to see him smiling hungrily at her. She hesitated briefly, but he gestured at her to hurry up.

This was her job. This was her duty. She didn't have to think about it. She didn't want to think about it. The bra joined the blouse and skirt on the chair back and her nipples, already swollen from her arousal, became even harder in the suddenly cool air of the room.

It was a simple thing to remove her shoes, her stockings, her garters and panties. She released the clip that held her long blonde hair back and stood before her old friend and new boss quite naked.

She hardly had time and certainly had no will to consider that, however. Peter was urging her to try on her new work clothes. She took the red heart negligee and put it on. It was not as automatic for her as undressing had been. She had to think a bit about how to put it on and she trembled a bit, confused as to how this was part of her job, but with just a little urging from Peter, she pushed through her confusion and stretched the tight fitting mesh over her full breasts and worked the thong between her round, pale ass cheeks. The boots took almost no thought at all and soon she stood there in her work outfit, feeling very pleased with herself at having accomplished her assigned task.

"Very good, TT," Peter praised, reinforcing her good feeling. "You are a very good employee. I can tell you're going to like working under me."

"Yes," she agreed.

"But you must be terribly horny by now," he observed. "Are you horny, TT?"

Theresa blushed. How had he known? Was it that obvious?

"Yes," she confessed. He was her boss, after all. It was important to tell him the truth, to answer all his questions. "I'm really horny."

"Well, that's to be expected," Peter said. "But I don't want you to suffer needlessly. So your next assignment is to masturbate."

Theresa's eyes went wide. She wanted to, of course. She was painfully horny. But here at work? In front of Peter?

"Masturbate?" she asked.

"Of course," said Peter. "When you're horny, it's perfectly natural to masturbate. If you're so horny at work that you can't focus on your assigned tasks, I expect you to relieve yourself. Vigorously. So you need to masturbate now. It's part of your job."

Almost of its own volition, Theresa's hand went to her crotch. Her moist pussy kissed and sucked passionately at her fingers. All hesitation flew as her hand returned the affection, fingers pressing and stroking her grateful cunt. Her other hand went up to roughly grasp one of her tits and her eyes rolled back in her head. It felt so good! She pinched a nipple and sparks of pleasure exploded from it, traveling down her spine to ignite her clitty. She pressed the heel of her lower hand against her little pleasure knob as her fingers pushed the fabric of her work clothes to one side and began to probe deeper and deeper into her cunt.

Theresa had masturbated before, of course, but never with such urgency, such imperative. Before it was for pleasure; Now it was part of her job. And she so wanted to do well at her job! She moaned as she pushed her three middle fingers into her dripping twat and fell to her knees. Without missing a beat, she continued to maul her pussy and tit.

"You're doing very, very well, TT." said Peter.

"Tha...tha...thank you!" she said, pumping harder. Her fingers were starting to ache. She needed to change hands. She did so quickly, changing tits as well. She wanted to show her new boss to know she was a hard worker.

"Marvelous work, TT," he praised. "You take your work seriously, don't you? You're going to go far in this position, I can tell! But perhaps another position might help you maximize your efforts."

He knelt beside her, placed one hand on her bare back underneath her hair and another on the tit that she had abandoned in favor of its twin. He eased her backward until her head rested on the floor. She continued to vigorously masturbate as she did so and his strong hand on her back and boob only heightened her frenzied arousal.

Now she lay on the soft, satiny carpeting. It felt luxurious on her skin, as if it had been made for just such a purpose. Her feet stayed tucked under, near her ass, but she was able to spread her knees much wider, allowing better access to her grateful pussy. Her boss was right--not having to worry about staying upright truly helped her focus on the task at hand.

His hand disappeared from her tit as he got up. She whimpered but didn't stop. He left her field of vision but soon returned.

"Here, use this T." he told her, presenting her with a long, knobby red dildo.

"Oh yes!" she exclaimed and grabbed it. It was huge but she was able to slip it into her cunt with little difficulty. The added depth was just what she needed! She was so close!

"So close..." she said.

"Use both hands, T," said Peter. "I'll take care of your titties."

She gave incoherent thanks and took firm hold of the dildo, pistoning it with renewed vigor. Peter sat behind her, straddling her head as he took both of her large and greedy tits into his strong, rough hands. She felt the hot, throbbing mass of his manhood pressed against her head through his pants and she groaned in frustration. She needed to come so badly!

"Time to come now, TT." Peter told her. "Finish it off."

And like a good employee, she followed the directions of her boss. She gave a grunt and then came as she had never come before, writhing and shuddering as it racked her body and every pleasure center exploded.

She had no idea how long it lasted. It seemed an eternity. At last, she collapsed, panting and glistening with sweat.

"Well done," said Peter. "Now that you've gotten that out of your system, you should be able to focus on your next task."

She got to her feet and stood dutifully awaiting instructions, though weak-kneed and fuzzy-headed from her massive orgasm.

"Open the next box," he instructed, indicating the box paired with the high-heeled golden sandals.

With trembling hands, Theresa opened it. There amongst the tissue paper was a tiny gold-lamae bikini and a matching scrunchy.

"Quickly, now," said Peter. "Change into your next work outfit."

It was so much easier this time to switch off her brain and do her job. She stripped off the sweat-soaked negligee and draped it over the arm of the chair. She sat to pull off the boots, then strapped on the sandals. The thong bikini came next, followed by the top that left significant portions of her jugs bare, both above and below. She then tied her hair back with the scrunchy.

"Not like that," her boss corrected. "Up on top of your head. Kind of 'I Dream of Jeanie' like."

"Sorry," she said and quickly rectified her outfit.

"Very good," said Peter. "You're next job is to dance."

"Dance?" Theresa asked.

"Yes, dance," said Peter, taking a seat behind his desk. "An important part of your new position is to dance as erotically and sensually as possible whenever it is required of you."

He clicked something with his computer mouse and music began to throb from carefully hidden speakers throughout the room. It was a funky sort of music with a pounding, sensual bass line and a trilling alto sax. Assaulted by it from all sides, Theresa gave a shudder. Almost of their own volition, her hips started to sway to the rhythm. The motion traveled up her spine and thrust out her chest as her head began to sway contrary to her hips. Her hair swung back and forth, brushing her back and shoulders, sending shivers through her body. Her skin felt electrified.

She closed her eyes and drew her hands, spread-fingered, slowly up her body, up her thighs, over her hips, crossing along her stomach to reach under her tits, lifting them, clutching them, as her hips shifted from swaying to thrusting.

Her hands continued upward, over her jugs and up her neck and cheeks as she slowly licked her upper teeth, then on up over her head, lifting the massive weight of her long blonde hair up and then dropping it to cascade luxuriously down upon her.

Keeping her hands up above her head, she continued to undulate in time with the music. Peter told her what to do. The music told her how to do it. She didn't have to think at all and the freedom was intoxicating.

"Now turn around and show me how you can work that sweet ass of yours," he instructed.

Theresa smiled. She could do that. She turned about and focused on moving her ass as she continued to be guided by the throbbing bass, the pounding rhythm. Her hips swayed, the muscles of her ass and thighs tensed and relaxed in time with the music. She lowered one hand from above her head and gave her right flank a little slap.

"That's right, TT," Peter encouraged. "Spank that ass. Make it work."

She had her instructions. She bent at the waist, grabbed the arm of her chair with the hand that had remained above her head. She thrust her ass back and up and proceeded to spank herself in time to the music.

Before, it had been just a playful flourish. Now it was a duty and she really wanted to excel at her new job. She whacked at her butt cheek with all the force she could muster. The staccato pain was a piquant addition to the sensuous pleasure that traveled throughout her body as she continued to dance, undulating her spine from the base of her skull to the tip of her pelvis where it met her descending hand with a whack.

She looked over her shoulder to see Peter staring with great interest at her performance. She licked her teeth slowly. She was getting horny again. She hoped Peter would tell her to masturbate again soon. Or maybe after work...but no, she needed to focus on her job. It was important. She had to work her ass.

"Now turn around again and shake those titties," Peter told her.

She did it at once, spinning about and transitioning straight into a shimmy, her arms spread wide, her chest thrust forward, her head thrown back, swinging her pony-tail from side to side. Her jugs shook like thunder, barely contained by the tiny bikini.

But they were contained. How could she effectively do her job? How could she shake her tits to full effect?

She knew what she needed to do. Without missing a beat of her dance, she grabbed hold of the bikini top with both hands and forcefully pealed it down off of her jugs so that they sprang free. Then she shook them as hard as she could. It was painful but just like her spanking, the pain only added spice to the incredible pleasure she was feeling. She threw her head back and by rotating her shoulders, she caused each tit to rotate in the opposite direction, each pointed nipple tracing a perfect circle in the air.

"Oh Lord, TT," said Peter. "They're incredible! I don't know how much more of this I can take. It's time to bring your pussy into the action, TT. Rub your twat. Make your clitty dance too."

She certainly didn't have to be told twice. Her pussy was begging for attention. She thrust her hand down the front of her bikini and stroked her grateful slit in time with the music, all the while continuing to shake her tits and work her ass. She wanted her boss to know she could multitask.

"Now come, TT," Peter instructed. "Come hard!"

And at last, she missed a beat as she fell to her knees and writhed and moaned, coming and coming, the room exploding around her, the roar in her head drowning out the music.

Theresa knelt panting and sweating, tingling with her afterglow, wondering what could possibly be next but ready for anything. She was just so good at this job! Peter kept saying so. She couldn't help but believe it.

"Well, at last I think you're ready for your most important duty in your new position, TT." he told her. "Open the last box and put on your final work outfit for today."

She did as she was told and found a short robe made of peacock-colored silk and two long ebony chop sticks for her hair. The box was paired with white silk slippers with a much more modest heel than with her other work outfits. She finished stripping off the biking, the sandals and the scrunchie, then put on the robe. The silk felt delicious against her skin. She tied it around her waist, leaving it open down to her navel so that the folds just barely covered her nipples. The hem was less than a fingers breadth beneath her twat.

She shook her long mane around her right shoulder and in front of her, then took it in her hands and wrapped it carefully, piling it atop her head and securing it with the dark sticks. She stepped into the slippers and stood flushed before her new boss dressed as a Caucasian geisha with incredible cleavage.

"What do I do next?" she asked. She craved his direction. Her head felt so empty without it.

"I should think that would be obvious, TT," said Peter, strolling back behind his desk and sitting in his big chair. "This is the part where you suck my dick."

"Oh. Yes. Of course," she said.

She dutifully strode forward and knelt before her boss. Peter pushed a button on his computer and then unveiled his hard cock. Theresa shuddered. Her vision became tunneled, the hard cock its focus, her mind's focus. The world revolved around this enormous cock. It was everything! She started to drool.

With a trembling hand, she reached out to reverently touch the God-Cock. It pulsed powerfully under her fingertips. With a face-splitting grin and a worshipful moan, she took the divine man-meat into her mouth. She caressed it with her lips. It was everything. It felt so good, so alive with in her mouth. Her heart was all a flutter and her mouth and snatch were drooling with equal intensity. She was fulfilling her ultimate purpose in life!

As her head bobbed worshipfully along The Rod, she was vaguely aware of her boss speaking to her.

"Oh God, TT, that feels so good! You have know idea how long I've waited for this moment. This was the first thing I thought of when I found this stuff: you, on your knees, sucking my dick with all your heart. But it's even better than I imagined! Oh sweet Lord you're good at that! I fucked my wife twice this morning in anticipation. Good thing too, or I never would have been able to wait this long while I got your brain good and pliant. It's a whole new world, TT. It's a world in which you give me head whenever I want it and God if it isn't a beautiful thing."

Theresa sighed in agreement around the God Cock. It was a beautiful thing. A beautiful, beautiful thing. She lovingly stroked his balls and pushed the head of his Cock deeper down her throat. Breathing was superfluous. The Cock was everything. And it loved her! It really did! It was pulsing, it was pounding. Theresa's head swam as she realized that it was about to bless her with its Holy Spunk!

She groaned and came as The Cock filled her up with its hot, slick present. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she collapsed. It was by far her best orgasm of the morning.

Her vision slowly returned to normal. Peter was panting as Theresa smiled up at him and delighted in the flavor of his spunk. She had never enjoyed giving head so much in her life, and swallowing was more a privilege and a pleasure than a courtesy.

"You are very....VERY...good at that," Peter praised.

She was so happy at the compliment she nearly swooned. Instead she just giggled.

"Thank you," she said.

Peter grinned back at her. He rolled his chair back a bit and got to his feet. He put his dick away and sat back down. Theresa waited on her knees, eager to learn her next task.

"I couldn't be happier with how well your first day has gone," Peter continued. "But I think we'll need several more training sessions before you are ready to remember them. This is a top secret project, after all, and so I need you to not consciously think about anything you do here in the division when you are outside of this room, at least for the first week. Once we're sure the training has taken, we'll consider letting you remember your duties outside. So, are you ready to forget?"

Theresa frowned. It was her job to forget that she had done her job. It was a hard task her boss had set before her and she wasn't sure where to begin.

"Um, Peter?" she said sheepishly. "I'm not sure how to do it."

Peter grinned at her.

"Don't worry about it, TT," he said. "It'll be easy. Fun even. I have a little something that will help you do it."

He opened one of many drawers in his desk and pulled out something that looked sort of like a remote control, except it had only one button, one dial, and a thick cord that extended back into the drawer. He turned the dial with a click and she heard a hum as it powered up. A panel on the front of the thing began to glow red.

"Now, this little toy is going to help you forget and make you feel very, very good in the process." He explained. "All you have to do is relax and let it happen."

"Relax and let it happen," Theresa repeated.

He grinned.

"Now, lay your head here on my thigh, close your eyes and clear your mind."

She did as instructed. Peter stroked her head and then there was a slight prickling sensation as he pressed something to the base of her skull. There was a fluttering deep with in her cunt and then she had a small orgasm.

"Mmmm," she said. This was nice, whatever it was.

And then, before the first climax had subsided, along came another one, about twice as strong.

"MMmmmm" she said.

She didn't know how this was supposed to help her forget but she certainly wasn't complaining.

And then the next one came, stronger still, and the next, double the last. Again and again they came, pounding and pounding. She was a tiny bit of drift wood on the beach and she was being inundated with wave after wave of pleasure, slamming down on her, pushing her mind this way and that, overwhelming all her senses.

"Nnnngh!" she exclaimed, clamping onto Peter's leg and shuddering. "NnnghNnnghNNNNH!"

And still they came and still she came, again and again, stronger and stronger, the waves of pleasure became tsumani. And then she was falling, falling in to a deep, dark warm hole that seemed somehow to be her own cunt.

And then there was nothing.

Comments welcomed May be continued, might not be. Thanks to Peter for volunteering his coworker for this story.

Teacher's Pet

Teacher's Pet
By: Red Scorpion (redscorpionsam@yahoo.com)

Wow! I can't believe what just happened to me. Or rather, I can't believe that I just did what I swore I would never do. Let me start from the beginning.

My name is Sheri and I am a 42 year old woman who has been married for 20 years. I have two sons and three daughters, and the most wonderful husband a woman could ask for. I don't have the perfect body, certainly not one that I would think men would lust after. My height is 5'5" and I weigh, on a good day, about 140 lbs. I wish I had bigger boobs (b cup), and my ass is a little bigger than I'd like, but overall, I try to keep myself in reasonably decent shape. I work out occasionally and have even taken to running with my iPod now and again. I have long auburn hair that has a slight curl to it, but frequently I straighten it in the latest styles. One of my features that always gets a lot of attention is my jade green eyes. I've been told that they are easy to get lost inside.

Anyway, I grew up in a small town in North Carolina, and while there were certainly troublemakers, most of the people were friendly and everyone knew everyone else. My family went to a local Southern Baptist church every week and I was saved when I was 16 years old. After graduating from high school, I got a scholarship to attend the University of Georgia and left the comfort of the rural life.

However, I didn't leave my morals behind. Many young men courted me over my years in college and nearly all of them tried to get into my pants at one time or another. Still, I stuck to my guns and soon gained a reputation for not "putting out". Of course, this just made some guys try harder, but it also made many potential boyfriends shy away.

During my junior year, though, I joined a Christian group and met several people who had the same standards as myself. One young man, a boy who was a year older than me named Brad, expressed interest in dating. He would give me small gifts and when we went on dates, he was always a gentleman. At one point, I told him I intended to wait until marriage to have sex, and he explained that he was relieved and wanted to wait as well.

We were married a year later and not long after that, I graduated with my degree in Teaching. Brad was working in the sales department of a paper company and we were making pretty decent money. I applied to work for a couple schools in the area, but revoked my applications after getting pregnant.

Having children was amazing. I had always wanted to be a mother, and I put my whole heart into it. Unfortunately, it can be a thankless job at times, and doesn't leave much opportunity for socializing with adults, but the rewards are countless and immense. I had little desire for anything else, but occasionally I wondered what it would be like to return to the workforce.

After each child, my sex life with Brad grew less and less. It wasn't that I wanted it all the time, but after having our youngest, we were lucky to do it once or twice a month. Still, life was good and I learned to go without. But I'll never forget the first time I learned how to masturbate!

It was actually kind of by accident. For our 14th anniversary, I had farmed out all the kids and had a nice evening planned. I had cooked his favorite meal, acquired some expensive wine, and had bought some really sexy lingerie that would be my only garments through dinner! For dessert, I had bought some massage oil, the kind that heats up on contact with flesh. It was going to be delicious!

Unfortunately, at the last minute, Brad got called away to an important meeting and I ended up spending the evening alone. I was so angry, not at Brad, but at his stupid work! The least they could have done was given us our special evening.

During my time alone, I decided to take a hot bath to relax. We had a large garden tub and I put bubbles in, lit some candles, and just began to soak. By this point, I had drunk a few glasses of wine (I was trying to get rid of my foul mood) and was feeling even more warm on the inside than the outside!

After getting out of the bath, I was toweling myself dry and realized that my skin felt so sensitive. I'm not sure if it was the bath or the wine or what, but I suddenly felt so sensual. As I dried between my legs, I felt a sudden jolt of energy surge through my body. Still feeling a little sullen because of Brad's work, I decided that I shouldn't let everything go to waste.

Gathering up my supplies, I laid down in my marital bed and began rubbing the massage oil on myself. I felt a little silly, since I really couldn't massage myself, but it still felt really good. I always use lotion, so this was kind of like an erotic version of that. Anyway, I was mostly just rubbing it on my arms and legs, but then I started putting it on my stomach, as was my routine with lotion. I accidentally dripped some of the massage oil on my pubic area and it caused me to jump as the heat seared through my most private of places.

It felt so good that I decided to rub it in. To this day, I don't know why I did it, but after only a few seconds, I climaxed! When I had sex with Brad, I know I had experienced orgasms, but this was so unexpected and sudden that I just let out a loud wail.

My orgasm only lasted a few seconds, but I was hooked. Since that time, I have learned to masturbate at least once a week, sometimes twice. I had always been taught before then that it was naughty, something good girls just didn't do. But how could something that feels so good be so bad? And while the orgasms I brought myself weren't quite as satisfying as the times I actually climaxed with my husband, I found that I could bring myself off every time, whenever I wanted.

After my youngest daughter began first grade, I decided to go back to work. Fortunately for me, although I was 38 years old with a degree and no experience, schools were desperate for anything I was able to get a job as a substitute at my children's school. It was more for having something to keep myself busy than for the money, but the paycheck was a nice addition to our family, too. The following year, I was given my own 4th grade class and finally reaped the rewards of my career path.

Not long after my 40th birthday, my husband applied for a promotion and was rewarded with becoming the sales manager in the Northwest region for his company. So, during the summer, we uprooted our family and traveled to Oregon where we moved into a nice suburb of Portland.

I quickly applied at all the local elementary schools and was offered a job at a school in a neighboring district. My first year teaching was hectic, as I learned the state requirements and history, as well as dealing with the challenges of 6th grade. My husband was working a lot of hours, so it gave me a chance to immerse myself in my work without feeling like I was completely neglecting him. My children, however, were a different matter entirely, and I had to make sure to balance their needs with my own.

One of the funnest times during that year was the opportunity to go to something called Outdoor School. This is a week long field trip the 6th grade class takes to a camp where they learn about the environment and the world around them. It was also an eye opening experience for me, but in a completely different way.

One of the counselors at the camp was a young man named Matt. His nickname at camp was Swamp Rat, I'm not sure why, but he was nice other than that. Matt was probably around 22 or 23 years old and stood about 6 feet tall. He was muscular and frequently wore tank tops, even in the cool forest weather. He had a tattoo of a Celtic knot around his left bicep. Most of the time I knew him, he was unkempt; he rarely shaved and his hair was tousled. It was thick and dark, though, just the way I like it.

Anyway, I seem to be getting a little ahead of myself. That first year was quite an experience. The week went by so quickly and I enjoyed participating in the activities with the children. Learning about how to recycle and why it is important to seek alternative energy was informative and inspiring.

The first time I saw Matt, he was with a couple other counselors greeting the incoming students and staff. He looked at me and I thought I saw a twinkle in his eye, but I quickly averted my head and began role call. The rest of the day, I couldn't get him out of my head, though. He was very handsome, and I knew that for my next masturbation session, I would have more fuel for the fire!

That didn't happen for the rest of the week, though. For one thing, I was too busy. For another, I was embarrassed that someone might discover what I was doing. And while I had learned to enjoy myself during my private time, I still, deep down, thought that what I was doing was wrong and I was afraid other people would look down on me if they knew I engaged in that type of activity.

Still, every time I saw Matt, my heart fluttered. I found myself blushing for no reason at all every time he looked in my direction, but I was too shy to even introduce myself. Not to mention, I had a large diamond on the ring finger of my left hand. It wasn't as though I was looking for a relationship!

He didn't take the initiative, either, and at the end of the week, we still had not spoken. As I boarded my bus to return to reality, he came up and introduced himself and wished me a safe journey. It was probably more politeness than anything else, but I felt a familiar tingle between my legs and had to hurry onto the bus before I collapsed.

What had gotten into me? I was a happily married woman nearly twice the age of this young man. For crying out loud, my oldest son was only a few years younger than him! But I thought about him all the way home and when I had my next opportunity, I fingered myself to a great orgasm and nearly screamed his name as I climaxed. It was liberating, but more than a little scary. Never before had I really considered a real live person into my sexual fantasies. Always before it was nameless, faceless people, or celebrities that I knew I had no shot with.

The next year passed without much event. I still continued to think about Matt during my private exploration, but as time went on, I discovered other faces to put with my fantasies. There were Jack and Paul, two men in my church I thought about while enjoying myself. I always felt guilty afterward, but it was such a turn on! Sometimes a handsome face in the crowd at a grocery store or at the mall would get me going. I even found myself thinking about Danny, one of the other teachers at the elementary school I taught at.

Once, just before summer break, during recess when all the children were outside playing, I was feeling pretty horny. Danny had literally bumped into me in a cafeteria line and I had felt his chest awkwardly with my hand. It left me feeling a little light headed with excitement and I went into the restroom and brought myself off! It was so naughty and I worried that someone would come in and know what I had been doing, but I was so turned on I just had to finish myself off!

I was still the dutiful and faithful wife and mother and would never consider acting on my fantasies. It was just that I felt a little neglected at home. Brad and I still only had sex once every few weeks and that just didn't feel like enough for me. I tried talking with him about it one time just after we moved to Oregon, but he became so busy with work that I didn't want to burden him with the extra commitment. Besides, it wasn't like I needed it so much more. I mean, I was only masturbating once or twice a week most of the time.

At the beginning of the next school year, I had a better plan for my students. It was easier going since I had experience, and I found that there was more time for myself after my lesson plans were finished. The days passed by quickly and I really enjoyed my job teaching.

Outdoor School came almost unexpectedly. I had nearly forgotten my experiences there from the previous year. Still, I found myself excited to go and had to force myself to concentrate on regular life in the weeks leading up to the event.

It finally came. My 6th grade class boarded the bus and headed off to the wilderness. When we arrived, I saw Matt, just like before, greeting the children and teachers as they arrived. This time, however, he came directly up to me and started talking. He asked how my year had been and told me he looked forward to seeing me again. I told him it was nice to see him too, but inside I felt a little awkward and silly.

After he left to speak with other people, I felt hot and flushed. My legs were a little weak and I thought maybe I was wet! This was entirely unexpected, but not totally unwanted.

The bus was unloaded and the children were situated in their cabins when I finally made my way to the teacher's cabin. Once there, my friend Sandy, another 6th grade teacher at my school, came up to me with a huge grin on her face.

"It looks like someone's got a crush!" she exclaimed.

"Matt?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant. "He was just being friendly. He probably said the same things to everyone."

"No, silly, I'm talking about you!" she said with a laugh. "Matt did say the same things to everyone, but you looked a little too excited to be talking to him!"

"Oh, stop it," I said, trying to sound exasperated. "He's half my age, and besides, I'm a happily married woman!"

"Just because you're happily married doesn't mean you're blind!" Sandy responded. "He is nice to look at!"

"Whatever you say," I said. But secretly, I agreed with her. He was nice to look at. And just because I had that ring on my finger didn't mean that I couldn't appreciate beauty when I saw it. I'm sure my husband did the same thing when he saw a beautiful woman.

But it bothered me that Sandy had seen so easily what I felt inside, and I vowed to be more professional. That lasted all of about two days. The entire time I tried to immerse myself in the learning with the children, but every time I saw him, I found that I couldn't concentrate.

The second day of Outdoor School, we were on a hike to a nearby waterfall and Matt and one other counselor were leading my class. Once we arrived at the not inconsiderable falls, the children were allowed to take pictures and then we had a small picnic. As they were explaining the amazing qualities of nature, Matt said something that would forever change my life.

"These waterfalls are beautiful, but they are nothing compared to the beauty of your teacher, Mrs. Hansen!" he joked.

"Oh, stop it," I blushed. Then, to my class, I said, "Children, pair up with your buddies and get ready to eat lunch."

While we were all eating, Matt found his way up to me and began a conversation.

"I'm sorry if I embarrassed you earlier," he apologized, "But you really are beautiful."

"You don't really mean that," I said, then tried a joke to cover up what I really felt. "It's just that you haven't seen any real women for months, living out here at camp all the time!"

"Well, that may be true," he laughed along with me, "But I do know a beautiful woman when I see one, and you definitely fit the description."

"Nobody has called me beautiful in a long time," I said, wistfully, trying to remember the last time Brad had called me beautiful.

"Then your husband is a fool," Matt said looking at my ring finger. Then he abruptly changed the conversation, leaving me breathless. "Would you like to see something I rarely show anyone?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, a little concerned about where this was heading.

"There is another waterfall not too far from here that is a little too hard for 6th graders to hike to in a short period of time," he explained, "But tonight, when they are at campfire, I would love to take you there to see it."

"That would be nice, but shouldn't I be at campfire with the rest of the group?" I asked innocently.

"You don't have to be there," he replied, "I'm sure the other teachers will make sure there are no problems. Besides, don't you deserve a little time for yourself?"

"I suppose so," I answered, hesitantly.

"If you don't want to go, I understand," he said, and he sounded a little disappointed.

"No, I'd love to," I said quickly.

"Great!" he exclaimed. "After you get your class situated for campfire, meet me at your cabin and I will take you out there!"

With that, he touched my hand with his, sort of left it there a few seconds, and then turned to give attention to the rest of the people there again. It took me a little while to realize what happened, and I nearly fell over. I was so wet, I thought the children would think I peed my pants! It was a good thing I wore sturdy white cotton panties, otherwise I may have leaked clear through!

The rest of the day couldn't go by quickly enough. I didn't know what would happen, but I knew I wanted to be alone with Matt. Then I thought of my husband, and I nearly decided not to go to the waterfall. Then I berated myself for being silly.

You're 42 years old, for crying out loud. He's not interested in anything sexual, he just wants to show you something nice. There's nothing going on, get your mind out of the gutter!

"Can you watch my class to make sure nothing happens?" I asked Sandy just before the campfire ceremony.

"Why, what are you doing?" she asked.

"Matt, er, Swamp Rat, wants to show me another waterfall up the trail, and now seems to be the only time we can get away," I explained.

"Oh," she answered with a knowing grin, and I nearly lost all my nerve.

"There's nothing going on," I playfully slapped her shoulder. When did I start playfully slapping peoples' shoulders? What was going on here?

"Well, you have fun, but don't do anything I wouldn't do with your young lover," she replied. "And I expect you back before midnight! And I expect a full report!"

"Oh, stop it!" I said, but after leaving the campfire area, I nearly ran back to my cabin. My heart nearly leaped out of my chest when I saw Matt waiting there for me.

On the way up the trail, we made small talk. He asked me about my family and work, and I talked to him about his future plans (he wanted to be do something more with the environment, but he wasn't sure what.) We finally made it to the waterfall, and I must admit, it was gorgeous.

"Still not as beautiful as you, though," Matt complimented me again.

"You need to get out more," I said shyly.

He touched my hand again, this time holding it with his own. I wasn't sure what to do, so I just let him hold it there. He must have felt me shiver slightly, so he put his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. Now I really didn't know what to do, as I was torn between the impropriety and the enjoyed warmth and closeness of his body.

"You know, I've admired you and thought about you ever since we met last year," he finally said after standing there for many minutes enjoying the view.

"Why is that?" I asked, my heart aflutter.

"You are unforgettable," he replied, searching for the right words. "If you weren't married, I would definitely want to get to know you better...a lot better!"

"Well, I'm from North Carolina, originally, and I lived in Georgia for several years," I said stupidly.

"Shhh," he said, "That isn't what I meant."

Then, he moved closer and covered my mouth with his. It was a simple kiss, nothing obscene, but it opened up something in me that I didn't know existed. I began kissing him back, even opening my mouth and thrusting my tongue into his. Maybe it was that I was feeling neglected at home, or maybe I was vulnerable to his advances because I was naïve, but it felt good to be wanted. And he obviously wanted me!

His hardness was pressing into my stomach and I felt both shy and embarrassed, as well as horny! I don't know what came over me, but I began unbuttoning his flannel shirt and started playing with his naked chest. I moaned into his mouth as he grabbed my ass and pulled me tight against him.

I was wearing a turtleneck, much to his chagrin, but he untucked it from my jeans and slipped his left hand up inside. My bra was pretty delicate and he easily pushed it out of the way and began kneading my small breasts, quickly finding how sensitive they are. All the while, he was kissing me with a passion I have not felt in years, if ever.

When he finished with my breasts, his hand trailed down my stomach and he began fidgeting with my jeans. I knew that I should stop him. I mean, a little necking, some light petting, and a lot of steam was one thing, but he was getting into my pants, and that was somewhere that nobody but Brad had ever been.

But I couldn't stop him, and soon he had my jeans unsnapped and the zipper pulled down, allowing him easy access to my nether treasures. Suddenly I felt very self conscious about the utilitarian briefs I was wearing. I wished I was one of those women who wore sexy panties, and I was mortified that this was the thought that made me want him to stop, and not fidelity.

"We shouldn't do this, I'm a married woman," I said, out of breath, trying to sound like I meant it, and trying to convince myself that I meant it.

"You are so sexy, you make me want to do all sorts of things with you," he said in reply.

His hands felt the top of my cotton panties and he began caressing the outside. Lower and lower until I'm sure he felt my pubic hair. Still, he went lower and I felt him touching the lips of my vagina through my panties. I was so wet down there!

"You seem to be enjoying this," he said with a smile.

"Oh, yes," I returned, "As do you!" With that, I squeezed his hard penis through his pants.

He then moved my panties to one side and began playing with my bare skin. I unabashedly parted my legs to give him better access and he quickly separated the folds of skin and began stroking my wet vagina. His fingertips found my clitoris and I gasped as he caused sensations in me I had never before felt. When he finally entered me, just a little, I started cumming. My knees went weak and Matt had to catch me to stop me from falling.

I laughed nervously as the sensations ended, and Matt joined me.

"That was quick!" he quipped.

"Well, you obviously know what you're doing down there," I replied, still out of breath and coming down from my high.

"Sheri, I really want to do more than just fondle you," he said with excitement in his voice.

"I don't know, Matt," I said hesitantly. "I really shouldn't have let you get this far with me."

"Please, I really like you," he begged.

With that, he began fondling my breasts again and soon I was lost in the moment. A quick movement and he had my pants at my ankles, revealing my panties. He tugged at my panties and then I was standing in front of him in all my glory.

He dropped to his knees and pulled my pelvic area to his face, using his tongue to lap up my copious juices. I was embarrassed again. Never had Brad gone down on me like this, and I wasn't exactly one to have the focus on me all the time. My husband and I had never really done oral sex, and I wasn't sure what to do.

My young lover quickly erased all thought of that, though, as the sensation of his tongue on my clit caused me to gasp for air again. His fingers ran through my tufts of pubic hair, and I was self conscious of how long it had been since I had trimmed myself. Matt stopped just short of bringing me to climax again, and stood up.

After turning me away from him, I heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper being pulled down, and then the rustle of pants dropping. This was the moment of no return.

"Matt, I'm not sure I should do this," I tried one last time to remain faithful to my marital vows.

"Don't think about it, just enjoy," came his soothing words.

Then, he bent me over and slowly pushed against me from behind. This was another new experience for me, as Brad and I had only ever made love in the missionary position. Sure I had thought about other positions, but we had never been experimental. Matt rubbed his hard member against my ass and between the crack of my legs as I found myself bucking back toward him.

When he entered me, my first thought was that he was much bigger than my husband. In reality, I don't think he was more than an inch longer and maybe a little thicker, but in the woods that night, it felt like I was being split apart. In a good way! I couldn't believe I was letting another man enter me for the first time ever. It felt so naughty. So good.

Matt picked up the pace and I was soon bucking hard against him, giving as good as I was getting. Here I was, a previously faithful wife and mother, fucking a man I had only known a few days. I was a whore. A slut. But I was loving every minute of it.

After a few minutes, I came again, this time harder than I think I've ever climaxed before, by myself or with Brad. I could feel him tense up and then he released his load deep inside my pussy. When we finished our coupling and I pulled up my panties, I could feel his seed dripping out of me in such a lewd way. I had been fixed after my last child, so I wasn't worried about pregnancy. Actually, I wasn't really worried about anything.

I thanked Matt for the nice time and we walked back to the camp in silence. That night, as I drifted off to sleep, I thought about what we had done. I was a married woman, I shouldn't have let him take advantage of me like that. The problem was that I enjoyed it way too much.

My question is, was this the only time, or will there be more occasions for me to enjoy myself outside my marriage? Only time will tell...

Rainy Days Girl Part One

Rainy Days Girl Part One
By: Charlie the Texan (bellmire@sbcglobal.net)

Rainy Days Girl Part One

I guess I was like 90 percent of the men in the world my dream girls were always tall with big breasts, that is until I got to know petite sexy Rainy Days Girl. This story and maybe more to follow are mostly for her because she said it would be a big turn on to be the object of my sexual fantasies and have all you read about it. Ok let me tell you all about cute little Rainy, she is 30 yrs old stands only 5'1" with nice perky tits and a tight round butt, she has deep blue eyes but her most outstanding feature is long blonde hair all the way down to her ass. She is married but does not get enough sex at home (I think her husbands a damned fool) so she has to look elsewhere for the kind of satisfaction a sexy woman like her deserves. What I have said so far is fact but what you will read from here on is purely a product of this dirty old mans mind, hope you all enjoy it but especially hot little Rainy.

Charlie sat waiting at the airport thinking back on what had gotten him there, after months of torrid on line sex Rainy was finally going to be real not just images or words on a computer screen. After he sent her a first class airline ticket, she used visiting a sick relative as an excuse to her husband (whom she loved but could not keep her satisfied sexually) to leave town for a few days. He was a little nervous as they announced her flight, because meeting someone in person for the first time can be stressful even if as in his case you think you know them.

Rainy was also nervous but for different reasons, she was afraid she might not measure up to Charlie's expectations, after all she wasn't like the tall big breasted woman he wrote about in his stories. She thought about how she was dressed, a tight blue denim skirt, frilly white scoop necked blouse and cowgirl boots, (she couldn't really dress too hot or husband would have been suspicious), she thought she looked cute but would he like it. Well it's time to find out she thought to herself as she bushed back her pride and joy long blonde hair and marched down the airplane ramp to met her on line lover.

The first impression Charlie had upon seeing Rainy live for the first time was how absolutely adorable her looked all dressed up like a hot little cowgirl. Damn he thought she looked good enough to eat and he planned to just that along with every other kind of sex he could think of before he let her go home. Scooping her small body up like a rag doll he bear hugged her while kissing her hard and hot, that quickly his made all the nervousness go away and set his mind to racing ahead to all the lusty things he planned to do to her.

Hot little Rainy was somewhat overwhelmed by her Texas lover, he was huge; oh she knew he was 6'2" 280 and a former football lineman but when they came together he was like a mountain towering over her. She found it hard to breathe as his massive arms clamped around her slim figure and lifted her until her feet no longer touched the floor. When they finally broke their long kiss, she was the first to speak teasing him with, "I guess you must be Charlie."

"I am, and if you're not Rainy you look so damn good I am gonna take you home and fuck your brains out anyway!" Charlie teased back as he squeezed her tight little ass with one of his big hands. His cock was already beginning to stir; he could feel her hard nipples pressing against his chest as he held her petite soft body tightly to his. "Let's get the hell out of here, we're wasting sex time!" he continued as he lowered her to the floor saying, "Do you have any bags to pick up?"

"No this is all I brought, didn't think I'd need much to wear," Rainy replied with an evil little smile while she indicated the small duffel bag she carried with her. She had only packed a sexy black dress with matching fuck me heels, a tiny white bikini and a sexy little red teddy (she had not brought any panties or bras, nor was she wearing any) plus the usual personal stuff. She had packed light knowing she was going to spend most for her stay with him having sex and you do not need clothes for that.

"Man little girl you do look sexy in that cowgirl outfit, to bad you won't be wearing it long," Charlie pointedly commented while running his hand up and down her back as they moved quickly thru the crowded airport. When they reached the dimly light parking garage, he became much bolder with his hand, running it down the back of her blouse and around her side to get a feel of one of her braless soft tits. "Very nice, just about a mouthful, more than that is wasted anyway," he taunted her knowing that she was sensitive about the size of her breasts, "And these will do quite nicely," he continued as he pinched one of her semi erect nipples.

As Charlie's big hand continued to fondle Rainy's tender little breast, her arousal which had started even before she got on the plane was driving her crazy. As they walked, he kept rolling her now erect nipple between his finger sending sexual shock waves throughout her petite body. By the time, they reached his pickup she could feel the moisture from her bare hairless pussy (waxed not shaved) working its way down her thighs as her excitement continued to grow.

The area around Charlie's parking space was even darker than the rest of the garage so it afforded them some measure of privacy and he planned to take full advantage of it. "I can't wait any longer Baby, I gotta find out something," He said simply as he pinned Rainy's hot sexy body against the side of his truck then without another word he slipped his hand under her short skirt. He felt the warmth of her wet sex juice on her smooth thigh as he slowly moved his hand up until he reached her naked wet pussy, then he continued, "No panties and soaking wet just what I wanted." Suddenly without warning he picked up her sex charged body, sat it on the hood of his truck, push her short skirt up to her waist and forced her legs wide open, saying, "It?s time for a little snack."

Before sweet Rainy could react to what Charlie was saying he buried his face between her wide spread thighs and attacked her tender little clit with his hot wet tongue while at the same time mauling both her perky breasts. The sudden and unexpected assault on her sex mound in such a public place really shocked her but soon the intense stimulation he was providing made her not care about anything but sex. Moans of pleasure began flowing from her sweet red lips as he literally devoured her red-hot cunt like a hungry wild animal, alternately licking and sucking her throbbing clit. She clamped her sexy legs around her oral lovers head in a desperate attempt to pull his madding tongue deeper inside her as he began fucking her with it. The orgasm building like a bon fire deep inside her flaming hot body soon took control, blasted free and coursed thru her every nerve, causing her to pound her fists against the hard cold metal of the truck hood. "OH...MY...GOD!" she half screamed, half panted as she came with her hot lovers tongue still deep inside her pussy.

Charlie did not even pause when sexy little Rainy's orgasm exploded around his hard working tongue, he just kept right on ravaging her cum soaked cunt. His throbbing cock was so hard that he wanted very badly to slam it into her fiery hot box and pound her until he blew his hot load deep inside her. But using all his will power he held back feeling it was important to wait until later so he could take his time and bring maximum pleasure to both them, for what was to be their first real life fuck. He kept on eating her delightfully tasty pink pussy, sucking, nibbling, and tongue fucking it for several more minutes until he sensed her nearing another orgasm then he stopped suddenly leaving his newest fuck toys cunt on fire.

"DON'T STOP, I'M SO CLOSE, PLEASE MAKE ME CUM!" Rainy almost screamed to her Texas lover, she was so close, so very very close that all she needed was just another moment of his attention so she could cum a second time. Almost crazy to get off the hot little lady tried to reach her flaming hot pussy with her own fingers to finish what he had started but found her arms pinned down by his powerful hands. He held her tightly despite all her efforts to get free, for what seemed to her sex-crazed mind like forever, then slowly her passion cooled a little and she regained some semblance of control over herself. "Why did you do that you bastard," She spit at him, mad as hell, but still smoldering hot she wanted him inside her more then ever , fucking her harder and faster than she had ever been fucked before.

"The first time was a present Baby, the second was to kept you eager and also because I just enjoyed doing it," Charlie told Rainy truthfully, he did want her to stay red hot and quite frankly he taken great pleasure in her torment. "Now get your sweet little ass in the truck we're burning fuck time standing around here talking," He continued as he gently scooped her still aroused body off the hood, sat her lightly on her feet, opened the door for her and even helped her up onto the seat. "Never let it be said that I'm not a Texas gentleman who knows how to treat a lady," He told her. Then pulling his hot sexy new girl friend close to him he kissed her long and hard, while toying with dripping wet pussy. "I like it, I love it, and I want some more of it?" he hummed with a wicked smile on his face as he gunned the big 4 X 4 truck out of the parking garage.

It was only a thirty-minute drive to Charlie's place but for Rainy, it seamed an eternity as he continued to torment her overheated cunt. Giving her sex charged body no rest he continued toying with her sex mound alternately rubbing her hard clit and finger fucking her wet hot sex hole almost to the point of making her cum then stopping. Five times, he did this to his sex toys sweet little body, each time driving her arousal to a new even higher peak until she thought she would go mad with lust. Her tortured mind was lost in a cloud of sexual passion to the point that she no longer new or cared where she was and did not even notice when he pulled into his drive way and stopped the truck.

Charlie pulled Rainy's sex crazed little body into his strong arms, then as he carried her quickly into his house he told her, "It's almost time Baby." As his words slowly penetrated the fog of sexual arousal that totally clouded the sexy young women's mind, she prayed it meant he was going fuck her for she wanted his cock more than she had ever wanted anything in her life. She was aware of being lain on something soft and warm then what little clothes she wore being stripped from her leaving her petite sexy body completely nude and ready for what she hoped was to come.

Charlie stepped back and admired Rainy's beautiful naked young body as he quickly stripped off his own clothes freeing his throbbing hard cock, he was so fucking hot he knew he couldn't wait much longer. She opened her legs wide hoping he would take advantage of her tight little pussy, it looked so inviting that he really wanted to slam his big cock in it but he still had one thing left to do. Kneeling down at the foot of the bed, he leaned over and once again buried his face into her wet hungry cunt and began assaulting her throbbing clit, once more enjoying the sweet hot taste of her sex juice.

Rainy was past the point of caring about anything as the smoldering heat of orgasm again built inside her torture body as Charlie expertly used his tongue and lips on her sensitive clit. Then just as she reached that ragged edge, he had kept her on or near for so long he once again stopped, but before she could even react to his latest tease she felt her body being engulfed by this mountain of a man. She felt the heat from his naked flesh as he pressed down on her, his lips found hers in a deep kiss, as his tongue explored her hot mouth she could feel his big hard cock waiting at the opening of her sex hole.

"Its time!" Charlie said simply as he plunged his fat hard cock in Rainy's waiting pussy until his sperm swollen balls rested against her soft ass cheeks and then continued, "Cum as much as you want sexy Baby!" The feeling of her warm soft flesh wrapped tightly around his throbbing sex tool was incredible as he began slowly but deeply fucking his online lover, gradually building his force and speed as he became more and more excited.

Charlie's cock wasn't real long but it was very fat and under normal circumstances it would have probably have caused Rainy pain as it stretched her tight pussy, but she was so very wet that it slid right in with no problem. No, pain was the farthest thing from her mind as he slowly increased his attack on her sex-starved pussy, doing now what she had longed for since he had first touched her at the airport gate, fucking her. Orgasm after orgasm engulfed her as the release she had needed for so long finally came, each one built on the last until they merged into one continuous wave of pleasure, causing her to no longer think but just enjoy. Her whole body quaked as his fucking became so violent with each new stroke that it almost tore her in two, but she did not even notice because of the incredible feeling of fulfillment he was bringing her.

Time lost all meaning for the two lovers as Charlie used every last bit of his strong will to keep from cumming as long as humanly possible to prolong their pleasure, but even he had his limits. The final straw was when Rainy wrapped her legs around him to pull him into her oven like cunt as deep as possible; this last show of passion drove him quickly over the edge. "IT'S TIME!" He bellowed as he buried his hard throbbing sex tool to the hilt into the sex crazy young women under him and began filling her already soaking wet cunt with a massive load of hot sperm. She tightened the hold she had on her savage lover as much as she could and had one last huge orgasm while he filled her now satisfied pussy to overflowing with his cum.

Charlie used the last of his strength to roll over bringing Rainy's spent body with him so she rested on top of him, his now limp cock never leaving her cum filled cunt. They were both sent physically and mentally as they rested liked that for a few moments before he finally broke the silence saying, "Welcome to Texas Baby."

Just think readers the weekend has only just begun!