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I approached uncle Frank watching out the kitchen window. “What time are Keith and Andy getting here?” I asked. Keith was Frank’s stable foreman and Andy was his assistant trainer. Andy always brought us a new selection of porno’s.
“Should be here for lunch,” Frank answered without turning and I lined up beside him to see what he was looking at.
Uncle’s Ken and Arthur were playing cards and Catherine was sunning her legs and sipping coffee. She’d found someone’s t-shirt to wear, which was long enough to cover her but only just. Old Gus, the property caretaker, was enjoying the view while he cleaned the pool. He was scooping bugs and leaves and regularly looking over. I could well imagine how tantalizing she was for him, and I wondered if she had on her little yellow panties.
“Where’s… you know, her husband?” I asked Frank.
“Len you mean? Jesus if you’re going to fuck his wife, you should at least remember the guy’s name!” Frank laughed. “He went to town with Paul. He’s checking out of their hotel and getting their things… Should be back soon.”
“What, they’re staying?”
“Sure… but you’re heading home this afternoon aren’t you?” Frank grinned, slapping my back and walking out onto the deck to kick back in a deckchair.
I poured my coffee and wandered out after him. He’d claimed the chair next to Catherine and I sat down on the edge of the pool and dangled my feet. It was already hot enough for a swim.
Catherine and Frank were chatting and I sat quietly watching them. Old Gus had worked his way around the pool and had stopped to answer Frank’s question about coming up that evening for a barbeque. Catherine was blushing a little as she smiled up at the old man. I imagined she already knew of the other two men who would be there and I guess she would have been wondering if she was being offered to the old caretaker as well.
Gus was nodding in agreement. He’d glanced down at Catherine’s legs a few times while they spoke. She did have on her little yellow panties but the t-shirt wasn’t long enough to cover them. It was one I think I’d seen Frank’s daughter wearing. It was faded pink, almost white, and it was molded perfectly to her tits. Her nipples were hard too. We could clearly see their texture, the firm little point and the course little circle around it, slightly darkened beneath the thin fabric.
Old Gus was checking them too while she fiddled with her empty coffee mug. His clear green eyes would lift from her legs and settle upon them for a while then they’d travel down again to where her t-shirt ended at her hips, and to where the tiny strip of yellow fabric was furrowed up into her.
She wasn’t saying much. She would just lift her head and nod or smile a little when Gus spoke and when his gaze lowered she would glance away. And when Paul’s car suddenly swept around the drive and stopped in front of the house she left us.
Gus went back to cleaning the pool and I met Frank’s smile. “If you want to stay tonight you’ll have to bunk in with Paul,” he said. “I’ve already given your room to Keith, and Andy’s got the other one.”
“Couldn’t I just crash on the sofa in your study?”
Frank shrugged. “Suit yourself…”
“So does she know they’re coming?” I asked and Frank smiled again.
“They agreed to stay on for another day before I told them… The husband was okay but she was a bit nervous about it. They’re still here though…”
I didn’t quite know how to word my next question but I got it out. “So, has anyone been with her this morning?”
Frank took a moment to respond. “She’s a little embarrassed about what happened last night so you and your cousin need to just keep your pants on until she’s had some time,” he commanded, and I felt like I was ten years old again.
While the front of Frank’s property rolled off to an ocean cliff, the back was a heavily timbered forest, and after breakfast I lined up with uncle Ken to take Catherine and her husband, Len, for a walk up to a little waterfall. It was a spot I always visited when I was there. It was only an hour or so to walk.
My cousin Paul had also decided to tag along and Catherine, after keeping us waiting for twenty minutes, appeared on the front verandah in a little checkered skirt and white tank top, and a pair of hiking boots.
“She looked better in the t-shirt,” Ken said to me and Catherine shot him a look but she squealed when he flicked the back of her skirt up. Len caught her and she kind of hid behind him as we walked down to the stables.
The trail began there and we stepped across the stones in a narrow part of the stream and followed it into the forest. We were all chatting and laughing. Catherine was still clinging to her husband but after a while the trail narrowed and began to climb up a little rocky gorge. Paul went in front and Catherine followed her husband. Ken had shouldered me aside and he was directly behind her.
Her new little panties were white. They were sheer and hugged to the folds of her pussy quite nicely as she would step between the rocks. Mostly she would look back at Ken but a few times I caught her gaze and she had also offered me a little half smile.
The trail entered the densely timbered shoreline of an upper section of the stream. It wound through thickets of fern and occasionally it dipped onto the stony bank. At one point we had to cross a shallow section and Catherine squealed as Ken lifted her and stepped into the water. Her husband had already crossed and he was way up ahead with Paul.
Ken turned and held out the shoulder bag he’d been carrying. I took it from him and his hand closed over Catherine’s tit. She was clinging to his neck and she quickly settled with her head resting against his cheek. I looked up from where her skirt had fallen away from the back of her thighs and I met her shy little blush.
“Are you ok there?” Ken asked her.
“I’m ok…” she replied softly.
He waded slowly across and up onto the bank. He still held her in his arms and she was making no attempt to get down. “Think I deserve a little something for that,” he said to her. He had his hand under her top by then and he appeared to be gently rolling a nipple between his fingers.
Catherine’s eyes lifted, sort of dreamily. “Something like what?” she uttered.
“I don’t know… maybe a kiss?” Ken teased, turning his cheek, and she kissed him softly then he placed her back down.
Her top was bunched and she peered up at us, still blushing, as she fixed it. I offered her the water bottle I’d unpacked. “It’s a bit of a climb from here.”
She just nodded. Her eyes were slightly glazed and her giggly little smile had vanished.
Ken and I both had a drink too and then he took Catherine’s hand and started on up the trail. I followed, enjoying a full, close up view of her crotch that time. Her little panties were completely molded to the lips of her pussy and being so close behind her I noticed they were actually transparent. They looked like those little sexy one’s I’d only even seen under a nightie. They were a kind of light nylon and I could see right up into her little pink folds as she climbed the slope in front of me.
Occasionally she would glance back at me and I’d look up from her legs but her eyes were simply yielding.
Ken was helping her more than was necessary. He would pull her up onto a rock or something and steady her by supporting her side. And several times I’d seen his hand slip up to have another little feel of a tit.
Catherine was letting him. She would lean upon his shoulder and sort of glance away. Her nipples were constantly tight and as we slowly climbed the slope I noticed how the fabric between her legs dampened.
Len and Paul were waiting. We unpacked the drinks and sandwiches and settled for lunch on a rock ledge at the base of the little waterfall. It wasn’t until then that anything of the previous night was mentioned. We’d finished eating and Catherine was sitting on a rug with her legs folded to one side and occasionally her hand would smooth over the back of her thigh. Len was sitting next to her and Ken addressed them both. “So, last night was sort of planned then?” he asked, smiling lightly.
Catherine just blushed but her husband seemed at ease. “It wasn’t exactly what we had in mind but yeah… we were planning to experiment a bit weren’t we love?”
“We were thinking about it…” Catherine corrected, but her tone was almost playful again.
“What… you were thinking of meeting another couple or something?” Ken asked.
“No, not a couple… the idea was to find just one guy though, and if things worked out we were thinking of maybe inviting him up to our room…” Len answered, kissing Catherine’s hair as she leant into his chest.
Ken was holding her gaze. He lightly smiled, as if to himself. “…up to your room to fuck her?” he asked easily.
Len’s face reddened just a little. His hands went to Catherine’s shoulders and he rubbed them as he looked around at us.
Ken leant back upon an elbow and brushed at the dirt for a moment. He then looked up but another moment passed in silence before he spoke. “Why don’t you show us her tits again…”
Catherine smiled but her eyes averted and her cheeks flushed. Her husband shifted nervously behind her. His hands had slipped from her shoulders and he was rubbing her arms. She had her arms sort of loosely folded but she straightened them a little and smoothed her skirt over her thighs. Len kissed her hair again and she rubbed up against his face. Her smile had ended and she was biting down on her lip. She only glanced over at us. Then her chest lifted and held as her husband’s fingers gathered the hem of her little top.
He lifted it slowly, pealing it from her tits, and they shuddered upon the ragged expulsion of her breath.
“Yeah, like that…” Ken said softly and Catherine smiled through her blush.
She looked down at herself and after another deep, measured breath she looked up at us again. “But you can’t have me right now…” she said. “Not yet…”
Len slipped from behind her and rummaged for another beer in one of the bags. Catherine sat back and her top slipped a little but it was still stretched across her nipples. She checked it and left it like that.
Ken leant forward and cupped a tit and she smiled down at his hand. We watched him feel her and she glanced up at us and then she lifted her top up a little more and held it there while he worked one tit and then the other.
“Is this okay for now?” he grinned and she nodded, biting down on her lip again.
“I just don’t want to… like this!” she said shyly.
“Like what?” Paul asked, edging a bit closer.
“Thought you were going for a swim!” Ken said back over his shoulder, and then he leant across the rug at Catherine’s feet.
I slipped my shorts and dived over the ledge into the pool below. It was about a six foot drop and the water was icy cold. A few minutes later Paul dived in. I stayed in and he climbed back up to the ledge. He dived in again and then Len was up on the ledge asking where it was safe to dive.
I don’t even know if there was a bottom to the pool. It was right at the base of the waterfall. It wasn’t big but beneath it was just black from sheer depth. And the water was cold and still except for the ripples from the waterfall.
Paul and Len were continually climbing up the rocks and diving in. I swam over to the far side and laid back against the rocks and after a while I went back up to see what Ken was up to. I found he and Catherine chatting. She was sitting back, resting upon her hands, and he was still laying across the rug at her feet, kind of toying with her cute little hiking boots. They both smiled up at me, welcoming me over.
I laid my towel on the mat of pine needles and sat down with them. Ken was going on about marketing or something and Catherine was being polite. I laid back peering up at the trees until something more interesting was mentioned.
“So, what do you make of my big brother, Frank?” Ken asked after the conversation had moved on to the layout of Frank’s house.
Catherine thought for a moment then sort of shrugged. “Well he is big!” She said and Ken and I both laughed. “No! Not like that…. I mean he’s a big man,” she corrected, giggling and pushing Ken away with her foot.
“You mean he’s tall and broad and he’s well fed,” Ken suggested.
“Yes, you know what I meant…”
“Hmm… and he wasn’t too rough when he was fucking you?” Ken went on, with his tone lowering, and the humor was gone.
Catherine took a moment to respond. She was fiddling with the corner of the rug and she didn’t look up as she spoke softly, “I didn’t mind…”
She then smoothed the edge of the rug down and her eyes lifted to settle upon us both. “I didn’t mind anything that happened last night; I…I liked it…”
“You looked good in that pajama shirt,” I grinned and she blushed a little and glanced down, but her eyes lifted again and her blush deepened. She looked like she was about to say something but she just smiled shyly and her head lowered again.
Ken used a little stick he was toying with to lift the front of her skirt. He held it up and we had a look under it. Her legs were together but we could see her pussy. Her eyes had closed but her hips kind of rolled a bit as he lifted the hem up over her belly. “What were you going to say?” he asked her and she smiled again and turned her head away.
“Nothing…” she answered softly, but after a moment she went on. “I was just thinking about after we went to bed last night… My husband was asleep and I was listening to you men talking outside the window… I just remembered how I was laying there listening to your voices and I still had the taste in my mouth.”
“The taste?” Ken echoed, tracing the end of the stick around the edge of her panties and down between her legs. “What taste love?” he asked, kind of absently.
“You know…” Catherine uttered. “The taste of your cum…”
She blushed a little as we both looked up at her face. She didn’t look away though. She bravely held our gaze and her blush deepened as she tentatively went on. “I liked laying there next to my husband with the taste of other men’s cum in my mouth. And I liked listening to your voices just outside the window and knowing that you had all fucked me… knowing that each voice was from a man who’d had his cock in me…”
She took a breath and looked down at herself, then her eyes lifted again and she bit down on a nervous little smile. “And I had to try not to make any noise in case you heard me…” she added shyly.
“Any noise?” I asked, knowingly.
She nodded. “And I had to try not to move very much in case my husband woke up, but I couldn’t help it… I was all wet from where you men had been in me and when I started rubbing down there I just couldn’t stop.”
“So, did hubby wake up?” Ken grinned, and Catherine shook her head. “And did you cum?” he went on, stroking up over her knee and opening her legs a little further. “Did you cum when we were all right outside the window?” he teased and she nodded that time.
“I did, but I still couldn’t go to sleep… and then later that guy Arthur came in and fucked me again. You had all gone back inside, and I was starting to dose off when I saw him standing at the end of the bed. The outside light was still on so I could see him standing there with his big cock in his hand, and he was stroking it and looking at me so I just opened my legs for him…”
“Where’s Len and Paul?” Ken asked me, not taking his eyes off Catherine. I told him I’d seen them go into the cave under the waterfall.
I edged in a little closer and Catherine followed my gaze down to her chest. Ken had tossed the stick and he felt up into the crotch of her panties. I softly cupped a tit and tweaked the nipple, and her eyes closed and her head rocked back so I bent to her neck and tasted it. I kept softly rolling her nipple between my fingers and I kissed and nibbled my way to the base of her ear. She moaned softly so I ate into her neck again and her body arched as Ken’s hand pressed firmly up in between her legs.
“Lay her down,” he said to me and I eased her back and stretched her little top up. Ken had bunched her skirt and he was down between her legs biting into her thigh. I groped a tit and mauled into her neck again, sucking and massaging her tender flesh with my tongue. Her hand was clamped to the back of my head and I ate into her shoulder and licked my way down to her nipple then I sucked it in. Ken had her panties stretched aside and he was slicing his tongue into her slit. I suckled on her and watched him. He was spreading her thighs with his shoulders and licking into her. His fingers were pealing her lips open and he was slicing through them and lapping and sucking at her clit. He had her writhing and moaning and I kept kneading one tit while I sucked on the other.
Ken was virtually growling. He’d buried his face into her and he was clinging to her hips and eating into her folds. And when he finally lifted his head I could see her juices dripping from his chin, but he went back at her and I rode the thrusts of her body, suckling on just the one nipple and firmly groping her other tit.
She’d been clinging to the rug but suddenly her fingers were in Ken’s hair and she started grinding her cunt onto his face. She still had hold of my head and she’d thrust her tit into my mouth so I opened wide and sucked on it. And just as I did I felt her orgasm pulse through her body. I held to her nipple, sucking on it and holding it between my tongue and lip. Ken was softly working her clit. Her legs were clamped to his head and he had his tongue pressed flat over it, and while she writhed and moaned he was freeing his cock.
I moved back away and Ken laid down on top of her and slipped his cock in. He simply felt for her with the head, worked the edge of her panties aside, and then thrust it all the way up her. He pumped her a few times and held firm as she split herself open on it.
She was clawing his back and convulsing beneath him. It seemed her orgasm had intensified and Ken held her until she began to settle then he started fucking her.
I watched Catherine’s face. Her head was upon Ken’s shoulder and bobbing with each thrust of his hips. Her legs were wide open and her fingers were tangled in his shirt. I held her gaze while Ken fucked her and then he was pressed up in between her legs and her eyes closed for a moment. “Cum in me…” she breathed into his neck and her eyes opened again.
Ken was unloading. His body was shuddering and Catherine’s legs were splayed and limp. Her little fingers were pressed into his hips, holding him close. He surged up into her again and groaned, “fuck that was a load.”
Catherine smiled shyly. He’d lifted his upper body to look down at her and she peered from his face up to mine. “You can have me too if you want…” she uttered softly. “When he’s finished in me I don’t mind if you want to have a turn…”
“She’s a bit sloppy but she’s still tight,” Ken grinned back over his shoulder. He was casually sliding his cock in and out of her. He was still semi-firm. He looked back down at what he was doing.
Catherine just laid there with her arms resting above her head and her fingers absently fiddling with her hair. Ken pulled out and edged back away from between her legs. She watched me as I knelt in his place and freed my cock. I laid down on her and stretched her little top back up over her tits.
I was rock hard. My cock was aching and with my first attempt to get it into her it slipped up over her clit and I split her with the underside of my shaft and mashed my balls into her.
She smiled. She almost giggled. “I think you missed…”
I smoothed hair from her face and kissed her lips. Her eyes closed and I tasted her softly, arching my pelvis back again, and that time I felt her warmth swallow the head of my cock and I gently slid up inside of her. “Ah ha…” she moaned into my mouth and I fucked her slowly. She was soaked, and deep inside she was hot and open but her walls were squeezing and working the base of my shaft as I slipped between them.

Being a college professor came with more perks than I could have ever known. I tell you, the students these days are sexier and hornier and flirtier than I would have ever thought possible. Being a woman professor, it was difficult to get along with my mostly male colleagues but getting along with my students has never been a problem.
Late in the spring semester I had a young student come to my office to inquire about my course for the Summer and Fall sessions. She was beautiful with full lips and perfect round tits with little nips poking out at me through her t-shirt. Her blonde hair came past her shoulders, her legs, tanned from the recent heat wave were deliciously brown against her jean cut-offs. I was getting warm in my slacks and button up shirt just looking at her.
“My name is Julie and I’m a sophomore” she said, “I came directly to you to find out how difficult your class is and what kind of assignments and projects you give.“
I explained my class was not a cakewalk but with organization and time management most students seem to pass. She seemed to be hesitant and I sensed worry in her deep blue eyes. I told her she could sit-in on my Summer course to see if she could handle the Fall course. She seemed reassured at the idea and she left my office smiling and left me with a slight little tingling between my legs.
It was about 5 weeks until the Summer session began and the image of Julie flashed into my mind a few times but by the first day of summer class I had pretty much forgotten our brief encounter until she walked into my class. She was still gorgeous with that blonde hair kissed by the sun, her shoulders slender and tanned brown and nipples straining against the cotton fabric of her tank-top with the outline of the curves of her breasts prominent through the thin material. Her legs seemed even longer in the super short shorts she wore. On her feet were sandals with just enough heel to make those calves cut.
She sat in the front row and I had a difficult time concentrating on taking the roll. When it came to handing out the course syllabus Julie spoke up and offered to help. As I handed her the stack of syllabuses, her hand brushed my breast, the electric feeling almost caught my breath, I searched her eyes for recognition of what had occurred and her gaze did not meet mine but her mouth had a sly smile that made me wonder if she if fact had brushed against me on purpose. Throughout the class as I lectured she took notes and every once in awhile I would catch her licking her lips, it seemed seductively or maybe I was just so turned on by her brief touch I imagined it.
At the close of class I asked to speak to Julie, she waited around while I answered questions from other students and filled out add slips. Finally we were alone and I told her I really appreciated her help today and If she needed any help with the class she had my email address and office number. She laid her books on the desk, she leaned down placing her palms flat on my desk, looked me deeply in the eyes and told me she was happy to help me and if I ever needed anything else from her all I had to do was ask. I know a flirt tactic when I see one and I was about to tell her exactly what I needed when another student walked into the classroom. Julie quickly picked up her books and was gone.
During that week I fantasized about Julie, I wondered if her round breasts were as tan as her shoulders. I wondered if she would have bikini lines under those short shorts of hers. I found myself daydreaming often in that week and I caught myself absently rubbing my crotch in my office late one evening. I shook my head to clear the fantasy away and tried to concentrate on preparing for the next class.
I woke up the day of class hoping she would be there. I had to tell myself it was silly getting all hot and bothered by a 20-year-old blonde and I needed to focus on my job. Class started and Julie was not there, I was disappointed, but relived that I could lecture without distractions. About 10 minutes into my lecture the door opened and in rushed Julie, a little out of breath
. She was wearing a sundress that stopped mid-thigh and showed off her beautifully tanned legs, and her cleavage was incredible, her hair was a little tousled but she looked stunning. She took a seat in the back of the auditorium. I have about 70 students in the class and my lectures are held in a campus auditorium that can hold up to 300 students, so there were a lot of empty seats and she took one about 3 rows up from the last occupied row.
As I continued with my lecture I would glance up her direction along with making sure I made eye contact with the other students. About 15 minutes after she got there I glanced in her direction, our eyes met and locked for a few seconds then she broke our gaze started to slowly look down toward her chest, as my gaze traveled downward I almost sucked in my breath.
Her dress was unbuttoned almost to the waist and two of probably the most perfect rounded, tanned breasts were exposed. I quickly looked down as I had lost my train of thought and rummaged through my notes. As I regain my senses and started to continue on I found I could not stop turning my gaze upward and to where those beautiful tits awaited my hungry eyes.
I don’t know how I manage to continue to lecture, but somehow I stayed on track. During the last part of my lecture I almost didn’t make it. When I glanced her way again she was arched backwards with her rounded firm globes pointing upward and she was running her hands from her rib cage up to those tits and she grabbed her nips with her fingers and twisted them. My mind was racing wildly, I almost lost my composure altogether.
I quickly finished my sentence and let class go telling them to consult the syllabus for the assignment due next week. My knees were too weak to go over the assignment with the class and my breath was coming short and fast. I gathered my materials in a rush to cover up my labored breathing. As students came up to me after class I told them I had an important meeting to get to and they would have to email or voicemail their questions.
I was still gathering my things when the classroom emptied out and when I looked up I saw Julie coming down the auditorium steps. I was flustered and I could feel the redness growing on my cheeks, but I could see the lust in her eyes, and my embarrassment started to melt away. I started to feel torn, I am a warm blooded bi-sexual career woman, but I have ethics and they started to creep in. I knew I had to get out of there before something happened that I couldn’t stop and I knew risking sexual behavior on campus grounds was not an option.
I quickly told Julie to email me with any questions she had about today’s lecture, and I could see the lust turn to disappointment as I turned and walked out of the classroom. I was crushed on the way home and couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe I had made a mistake. Maybe I treated her harshly, after all I knew she could see the lust in my eyes, the way I looked her over from head to toe, letting my eyes linger at the essential parts, it was obvious I wanted her in that way.
I had to keep telling myself ethically I handled it the right way. I’m a 40 year old single woman and I had an excellent job that I really enjoy and I couldn’t throw that away for a piece of pussy, a beautiful sexy piece of pussy, but nonetheless a piece of pussy. I come across opportunities all the time to satisfy my lust, but this was different, I could lose my job.
I was sorting through the long list of emails I had brought upon myself by rushing the students out of class the day before. I had so many of the same questions I finally copied my response and started hitting reply and pasting. As I worked through the list, click read, click reply, right-click paste, click send and managed to almost clear the nearly 40 emails.
As I opened one, it took a minute to load, I get so many emails and have so many students I rarely memorize email addresses. I often get goofy, raunchy email addresses from students but as this email took a few moments to load, I looked at the From: box and noticed the email address sexyhoneyjules.
Just then the email opened and my attention was brought back to the message. “Dear Professor I hope you aren’t upset with my behavior Tuesday in class, but I get so turned on watching you I just wanted you know. As I scrolled down, a picture started to scroll into view.
It was Julie, blonde beautiful and completed naked. Her long tan legs spread open wide with a bush staring at me. Her pubes were shaped not in a triangle but in the shape of a heart with the point pointing down to her clit, and I was astonished that her heart shaped pubes were pink in color! She had her pubes dyed! I slowly dragged my eyes from her heart-shaped box and they rested on those tits, her nipples were not quite pink, but they were not brown either.
In class I was too far away and would have been too distracted to really concentrate on them fully like I was doing now. She was sitting on what looked like a coffee table, her back was arched ever so slightly but her head was tilted to the side and she was looking directly into the camera with those sexy lashed baby blues and her gaze was one of lust.
I sat there in my home office for about 10 minutes memorizing every inch of her luscious body and the heat building up between my legs was unbearable. I finally let my hand work its way into my waistband and rub my throbbing aching clit. I was surprised how fast my orgasm came while I worked my clit and stared at Julie’s sexy picture.
Recovering from my orgasm, I knew this student was one I would have to have. I would have to be careful, I know male professors who fuck and get their cocks sucked by students, but it’s a double standard and I would be asked to resign if a scandal broke about a student and me. I had to be very careful.
I decided not to respond to Julie’s email. I wanted to really plan out how our first encounter would occur. Tuesday came and I had decided I would invite Julie up to my cabin on the lake. It wasn’t totally secluded, it was close to town but the cabins are far enough apart you couldn’t hear if I was blasting Zepp on the stereo.
As the students filed into class I noticed Julie took the same seat towards the top of the auditorium. I had really outlined my lecture and was using a PowerPoint presentation on the screen to outline points student s should be sure to pay attention to because they would be on their final exam. I had the opportunity to inject breaks in my discussion allowing for the students to write down notes and ask questions. While doing this I was able to steal looks at Julie. She was wearing a short cotton skirt; she sure knows she has got great legs and how to show them off. Her top was tight across her breasts and could see she had still not picked up the habit of wearing a bra.
She flirted mercilessly with me. Licking her lips seductively, crossing and uncrossing her long tan legs. My clit was starting to swell against my panties and my nipples were slowly growing hard under my blouse as I prayed I wouldn’t soak my panties through to my slacks.
My gaze was torn away when a student brought up a point he didn’t understand in the lecture and soon a good discussion between the students broke out. As they hashed out the theory amongst themselves I had the opportunity to allow my gaze to travel upwards to Julie.
My breath was instantly caught in my throat! Julie had drawn her left leg up to her chin with her foot resting on seat of the chair, skirt gathered up around her waist. Her right leg was stretched out away from her and there was that pink heart shaped bush staring at me. I couldn’t tear my eyes off her snatch, it was so inviting and had to push my back against my chair for fear I would jump up and run to her.
I kept my ear trained on the discussion in class, but my eyes were fixed on her pussy. As I dragged my gazed to meet her eyes she licked those full lips and lowered her right hand to her bush. I watched with amazement as she started to rub her clit. I felt my breath quicken and my panties were definitely going to be soaked watching this display.
As the class discussion went on she continued to rub that clit and I swear I could see it swell up! Her other hand found its way to her tit and she was pinching her nip through the fabric of her shirt. Her nipple became so hard and was straining against the fabric of her shirt I thought for sure it would pop through. She arched her back slightly, slid two fingers into her twat and I realized she was having an orgasm! She was cumming right there in a class of 75 students and only her and I knew it! My eyes remained riveted on her until the slight convulsions subsided. She had not made a noise and as she removed her hand she pulled her skirt down.
The discussion was winding down and I had to give my attention back to the students. I squirmed the rest of class dying to relive my throbbing clit. My panties were soaking wet with my lusty juices and my nipples remained hard as bullets.
I dismissed class and I had made up my mind to ask Julie to join me for the weekend at the lake. Shit! I knew I couldn’t take much more of this teasing. I was going crazy! I wanted to ravish her from head to toe, from front to back! She waited in her seat till all the students had vacated the class and she slowly made her way down to the desk. She looked at me with a look of pure sex and asked me in a husky voice if I had enjoyed the show today.
As I opened my mouth to answer, she leaned over the desk and slowly, seductively stuck her fingers in my mouth. “You taste that? She asked. I grabbed her wrist to keep her from pulling her hand away and licked up and down and between her fingers relishing her juices. “I knew you wanted to taste me” Julie whispered to me and as I was making sure I got every drop of her love nectar and was nodding my head.
Slowly I released her wrist and gazed into her eyes. “You are really making it difficult to teach this class young lady.” I tried to look serious, but I know the lust in my eyes was betraying me.
She smiled and answered, “You make it tough to take notes Professor.” “All you have to do is talk and I get so turned on.” She straightened up and tossed her hair and said, “I have to go to the bathroom after every class and jack myself off because you get me so hot.” I was wordless; picturing her getting herself off down the hall in the bathroom was causing my already wet pussy to flood with lust juice.
I could barely talk. I felt like I was shaking with desire. I gathered myself together and looked at her longingly. “Julie, I wonder if you would like to spend weekend with me at the lake?” Trying not to sound desperate, “I have a cabin, I use it when I need to get away.” I explained it has all the amenities of home and if she liked the outdoors there was plenty of places to hike. “There is even a little known trail that follows a stream up to a wonderful waterfall.” I said.
She looked into my eyes intently and said, “I would love to go.” I told her I would pick her up Friday afternoon and we would make the two and a half hour drive up to the lake. She walked around the desk to where I was sitting and leaned down, grasped my hands and pulled me to my feet. She then snaked her arms around my neck and gave me a hug. My tits were on fire pressed against hers even with the fabric of our blouses between us.
As she released her hug her mouth pressed onto mine, my knees nearly gave out. She gently found my tongue with her tongue and our tongues caressed and probed each other’s mouths. As she started to suck my tongue my head started to swim with desire and I found myself reaching under her shirt to touch one of those perfect, perky, tits. Her skin was soft and I was getting caught up in her kiss, her body. My hand cupped her breast and squeezed, she moaned slightly, but did not release the suction she had on my tongue.
She was giving my tongue an incredible blowjob and my pussy was dripping. I released my hold on her tit and my fingers found her hard nipple. I rolled it between my thumb and forefinger As I rolled and pulled that nipple and she let out a loud sexy moan in my mouth.
It was loud enough to snap be back to reality and I quickly broke our embrace and snatched my hand from under her shirt. “We shouldn’t do this here.” I said out of breath. “You and I could get into a lot of trouble if we got caught in here.”
She smiled that sexy smile and turned and picked up her books. I watched her walk up the stairs towards the exit. Goodness her skirt was short! As she walked up the stairs and adjusted her books, she dropped a folder. She glanced back at me, smiled and bent over from the waist giving me full view of her pussy from behind.
She lingered there for a moment making sure I got a good long look and she straighten up, looked over her shoulder and said, “I will see you on Friday Professor.” Then she was gone. I collapsed into the chair. I had never felt so spent yet so wanting. Friday could not come soon enough!

I really loved my wife; she was the most beautiful creature I have ever known. Tall, blonde and the longest legs you have ever seen. Debra’s beautiful face is framed by her gorgeous brown hair. She was about 5′8″ and had a great ass. Her curves were soft and very feminine, not a big chest but nice and perky tits I loved to play with. She would drive me crazy when she donned a pair of pantyhose and heels with a short skirt. She didn’t know it, but she would not have been able to keep my hands off of her legs and ass in such an outfit.
Our sex life was good, but mostly it would be a nice dinner, ending up in the missionary position. She would never go down on me, and I barely went down on her. We were stuck in the same cycle of sexual contact that after a while, sex altogether just stopped. We would have our moments, celebrating a new job or a weekend together when we just had time to ourselves. However, they were few and far between. I learned to service myself more and more to keep from blowing a gasket.
I was always curious about dressing as a woman, remembering when I was younger trying on my older sister’s clothes and getting so excited wearing pantyhose and heels, but the feeling past as I got older. I would slip on those sexy pantyhose my penis would get so hard and I would cum in the hose with just a few rubs. I found myself fantasizing about it all over again now that Debra and I had all but ceased sexual contact.
I am about 5′10″ and thin at 185 lbs. I always had very feminine features and with a good wig, I could easily pass as a woman (a few eyebrow plucks would help). I was in theater in high school, so I wasn’t afraid around make-up and wigs. I had worn my sister’s heels so that didn’t worry me either, a lap or two around the house and I would get the walk down. I am sad to say to that my cock was not a large and cumbersome thing, although at times I wished it was. Some control top pantyhose would do the trick on hiding my male member. I fantasized about dressing again and again even checking out a few online stores to purchase the right size heels, dresses, and wigs. My fantasies went on for quite a long time.
Finally the day arrived when Debra told me that she would be going to Chicago for some business. She would be gone for a week. I tried to sound disappointed, but in the back of my head I knew that I was going to order the dresses, wigs and heels and become a woman for the week. She would leave on a Monday and return the next Monday. She had asked if I could take a few days off and come with her. I quickly made some story about one of our biggest clients would be in town that week, and it wouldn’t be wise to take off just then. She seemed disappointed, but never raised the question again. I knew she would not understand my little week I was planning so I needed to get what I needed without Debra’s knowledge.
I opened a new credit card under my name only and ordered some size 13 black heel pumps with 4 inch heels. I also got a couple pairs of control top pantyhose, black and white sheer stockings, two black knee length dresses, a blonde wig, and some jewelry. I also purchased some breast fillers and corset tops to wear as well. The corset would help with my upper body figure and the breast fillers would come in a size c, a cup size bigger than my wife. I scheduled everything to arrive at the house the Monday Debra was leaving. I took some time off from work, telling them that I would be going to Florida for some R&R. I told them to forward all my work calls to my cell phone. Even if Debra was going to call my office, she would still get a hold of me and wouldn’t arouse much suspicion.
It was setting up to be a perfect week being a woman. And when the weekend arrived before Debra’s trip, I couldn’t wait to do some light makeup shopping and settle in to silky, feminine clothes. I had a hard on all day Sunday counting the hours until her plane would be in the air and I would be at home slipping in to some sexy hose. I helped her pack and told her I took a half day to take her to the airport. As I carried her bag through the terminal my mind was fantasizing about my heels and dresses. I kissed Debra passionately before she went through security and we promised to call each other when we had the chance.
As soon as she had left, I jumped back in the car and went to the drug store and purchased makeup and some hair-removal wax to thin out my eyebrows and soften my beard growth. I spent the rest of the morning shaving my body. I really couldn’t believe that I was going all out for this fantasy. After my shower, I couldn’t stop touching my smooth legs and underarms as I used what ever my wife left for lotion and perfume. Next were my eyebrows, which I took the wax and began to painfully shape my brow for a more girly look. I stepped back to look at my more girlish face. I almost didn’t recognize myself around my eyes, and I smiled broadly as I looked back at a more womanly me, and I had yet to apply any makeup. As I was feeling proud of myself, the door bell rang.
I ignored the weird look I got from the delivery man and tore into the package as soon as he left. I could hardly contain my excitement as I pulled out black heels and long black gowns. I slipped out of my robe, my rod was hard and erect. I knew I wouldn’t be able to pass as a woman with my member so rock hard, so I went to my wife’s dresser and pulled a pair of her silk stockings that she wore at our wedding. I rubbed my cock with it for a few seconds and was surprised how quickly and how much cum I shot out. With that out of the way I took a few minutes to recompose myself and began open the rest of the shipment and begin dressing.
First I pulled out the tan control top hose and slipped them on. The feeling of pantyhose sliding up my long smooth hairless legs was exhilarating. I tried my best to keep my hormones under control. Next I fitted the corset and wrapped it around my body. The breast inserts fit perfectly into the cups and I felt womanly as I moved it into place. As I looked down I couldn’t believe how my body was being transformed in to something so sexy. Next was the blonde wig that was shoulder length, I fitted it on my head and moved it around. I didn’t spend much time styling the hair, which was a good thing. I don’t think I could spend the time doing it up. I stood back and looked at myself in the mirror. I felt my manhood start to get aroused once more.
I was barely able to recognize myself as I looked on. With a little sexy make-up I doubt I could be mistaken at all as a man in drag. I looked that good. I turned and rubbed my hands all over my flat stomach and legs. My cock again began to grow so I thought of anything other than my body in sexy hose and corset. My hands shook a little as I began applying my makeup. A little rogue and some lipstick and eyeliner, I was beginning to become more and more of a woman. When I finished with make-up and tried not to dwell on my face and carefully slipped into one of my black dresses.
The dress fit like a glove, even around my bust and hips. My sister’s dresses never fit, and wearing Debra’s things was really out of the question, they would just be too tight and rip at the seams. I just never wore anything that was this womanly that fit me. It was black dress that was tight with spaghetti straps and was about knee length. It had a white lace trim at the top and on the hem. A small skinny belt went around the waist.
I pulled out some black sheer stockings I ordered and slipped them on over the tan hose. I sat on the bed and fixed the stockings to the garter straps on the corset. Catching myself in the mirror, I once again could not believe it was really me looking back. I stood in the full length mirror and posed and shot a “come fuck me” look in the mirror. I would lean to show my cleavage, which it was a pleasant surprise with the corset creating a natural looking cleavage. Then I realized something, I was turning myself on.
To the passing eye, I was an athletic tall blonde haired woman with long beautiful legs and slight hour glass look to my body. I was so excited I could not longer hide my arousal through the pantyhose, a definite outline of a cock surfaced at my crotch. I thought I was going to cum right in the pantyhose. I didn’t want the experience to end after a few moments dressed. I did everything I could to not think about it. I finally had to vacuum the house in heels and a dress to finally get my self used to walking and for my cock to shrink back to nonexistent.
Trying to keep from getting aroused again I practiced on my walk and sitting up and down with a dress on. I was surprised how easily I picked up sitting up straight as a girl and keeping my knees together as I stood up and sat down. I also worked on a feminine voice, which wasn’t hard for me in the first place. Many telemarketers would call me ma’am on the phone when I would answer. I practiced in the bathroom where the echo would help out, and then I called a few numbers to friends as a telemarketer to see if I could pass as a woman. It only took the first call as I tricked a friend of my wife’s. I even flirted a little with him, surprised how easy it was.
I was feeling pretty good about how I looked and how it felt. I finally worked up my courage and slipped out of the house after dark and took Debra’s car, a little convertible, and took a drive toward downtown. I packed one of my wife’s purses, and made sure I had everything a girl would have, even some tampons. I also slipped on a pair of black panties to go over the hose for added security that my little member wouldn’t make an appearance. I touched up my makeup and gave a final look in the full length mirror. I was surprised how womanly I looked. Finally I tied one of Debra’s scarves around my neck and adorned jewelry. My heart was in my throat as my heels clicked on the garage floor and I unlock the red convertible.
I had some difficulty getting in on the driver-side; it was very unlady-like. I moved the seat back and adjusted everything to accommodate my size. Then I practiced both getting in and exiting the small car. It took me about a half hour to get it down right, although, I could still be doing something wrong. I had to get my brain around moving and reacting as a woman would do. I just kept imagining I was a beautiful girl all my life. There is no need to act muscularly. Getting my heels to work with the pedals was also a challenge. Realizing that I was going to be as comfortable as I was going to get, I turned the ignition and slowly pulled out of the garage and pulled onto our street.
I wanted to get out of my neighborhood as fast as I could so as not to arouse suspicion with neighbors seeing a strange lady driving my wife’s car. I felt more and more comfortable driving in heels as I hit the interstate and headed for downtown. But where should I go? I was almost just content on driving around for my first night out as a woman. Stopped at a light a car pulled up beside me and I turned to look. The blood drained from my face as I realized it was one of Debra’s girlfriends. She rolled down the window to talk and I nervously looked around for the window button, what would I tell her?
Her name was Katie, a cute petite red head that was always the wild one of Debra’s friends. She had a tight body and breasts that were much bigger than her frame. She had always wanted to get a breast reduction, but I always thought that was apart of her attractiveness. She had amazing legs. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of them when she was around and wearing skirts or shorts. In heels her legs looked even softer and more sensual. She was the last person I really wanted to see right now. As I lowered my window she screamed at me to pull over, I reluctantly did and both cars came to stop on an empty block. She slid out of her SUV and she was dressed as if on a date. Short white cocktail dress, tan nylons and white heel pumps. I felt a twinge of lust for her as she approached my little convertible.
“Hi, I am sorry but I know the people that own this car, and they are out of town,” she said, very direct, “I will call the cops, what are you doing with my friend’s car?”
“I am sorry,” I said as fem as I could, I figure I didn’t have to hide the fact that I was scared, because I was. “I… I work with Greg, and my car broke down,” I lied, trying to keep the story simple. “He told me his wife was out of town and I could borrow his car.”
“Oh,” she looked surprised, and she glanced down at my legs. “I have been to his work before, I don’t remember seeing you.”
Being as fem in my voice as I could, I turned it back on her, “I am sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”
“Oh sorry,” she said backing off a little, “my name is Katie.”
“Hi Katie, I’m Ginger,” I thought it sounded good. “I just started working with Greg. He is a great guy, very cute too.” Why not throw in a little ad for myself. I hardly believed it when I said it either. “He is out with some guys tonight but you can call him later and confirm with him.”
“Ok,” she smiled. “Well, I guess that is fine. To tell you the truth I have had sort of a rough night. If you new here, would you like to join me for a drink tonight.”
She must have seen a little fear in my eyes because she began to back off the offer telling me about a rough evening. I told her that I would be glad to grab a quick drink. I figured I needed it after that exchange, and after all, “Ginger” would have loved some company. I couldn’t believe really to what is going on. I thought for the most part that I had fooled her, but could I really be that stupid to accept to spend some time with a woman that could easily expose me? I felt sick to my stomach as I followed her to a quaint little bar that was not far from Katie’s house.
On the ride over, my cell phone began to ring. It was Katie calling confirm “Ginger’s” story. I answered it in the gruffest voice I had. Sure enough, she asked me about Ginger. At first I pretended not to know what she was talking about then suddenly remembered. I figured it added a tinge of realism. Once at the bar I concentrated on being a woman again. Watching how I got out of the car and remembering my purse and trying not to let the feel of hose on my legs turn me on.
She smiled as she stepped down off her SUV. I smiled back, more at the irony of me driving a little convertible and Katie in a large truck. She saw my height for the first time and I felt her eyes on me trying to find something wrong. I immediately felt self conscious as we walked in the smoky bar. With no real tables open we sat in a corner booth and Katie sat very close to me. At one point our nylon cased legs rubbed together, I quickly withdrew my leg and smiled at her, she did the same.
My mind raced as I knew I could not just order a beer. As the waitress approached our table I was almost in a panic as to what to order. The waitress looked to me and I grab the little drink menu at our table and told her to ask Katie first what she wanted. She ordered a dirty martini and I said the same. I hated martinis but it should fall into the character I was playing. After ordering a strange silence fell between us. I feared maybe she knew or that she could sense something wasn’t right. I felt I better get her talking about her or it would be a nightmarish night.
As we talked, mostly about her, our drinks arrived and I felt more and more comfortable talking and with my legs crossed. I even picked up a cute little laugh. Katie seemed lost in her story about her failed date that evening and talked about her frustration with men. I would nod and shake my head at certain parts in her story, and tried to keep my mind on controlling my body as a woman. My transformation was defiantly having an affect on me because the martini was actually very good, and I even enjoyed some of the looks from other men in the bar at Katie and me.
Something else was also happening as I sat sipping my martini and listening to Katie’s woes. I was extremely turned on, but my cock was placid and soft. It was an extraordinary feeling. I felt horny, and fantasized about some nasty sex dressed, but I stayed limp and hidden. My heart pounded and my head swirled as I started to feel a buzz from the strong drink, and sitting listening to Katie put my brain into a trance. I almost forgot about my inhibitions and felt as if I were meant to be in makeup, long hair, and heels. I kept my wrists limp and kept as loose and feminine as I could be. When our second round came, I was feeling more and more as a woman.
Then it happened. Half way through our second round a couple of large men found their way through the crowd and was staring at us. They seemed goofy and drunk and asked to sit with us for a little bit. Before I could call it a night, Katie welcomed them to our table and a rather burly man sat next to me. He smelled of cheap beer and body odor, I wrinkled my nose every time he leaned in to join the conversation. He had dark hair and a 5 o’clock shadow. He was a little cute, I could see that women would not be turned off by his looks. Katie was not bothered by her man at all, in fact welcoming the little touches and closeness of him next to her.
Conversations turned into flirting on Katie’s side and soon they were in their own little world. The man next to me, Adam, was going to school at the local college and didn’t like all those small girls on campus. I tried not to show any interest in touching or feeling, but also I was not trying to act out of character as a woman in any way. It was my first true test, Katie wouldn’t get as close as a guy would. I sipped away at my martini and tried to feel comfortable with Adam’s arm around me.
Before I knew it, we were somewhere in our fourth round of martinis when my worst nightmare came true. Katie started making out with her boy and Adam’s hands were starting to explore more of my legs. I was starting to get nervous and horny as he began getting closer and touchier. Luckily my penis stayed limp. His hands were amazing, soft and firm, slipping up my dress. I pressed my legs together and crossed them so he would not find something out of whack, then submitted to his eyes.
I was returning his flirts, and I started loving the attention. Katie was playing tonsil hockey with the guy next to her while Adam couldn’t keep his hands off my legs. As long as he wasn’t going near my cock I found myself welcoming his advances. The stench of beer and odor from him turned it to an intoxicating blend of bitter sexual appeal and horny bodies. I felt his arm around me, so strong, and I left a hand on his leg. I never considered myself a homosexual, guys are not my type. But I felt something different, more than just sex, but a validation of being a woman. I was so curious to see if I was turning him on.
He leaned in, and I couldn’t help but wanting to kiss him deeply. My mind raced, my heart skipped a beat as he leaned in more and laid a wet juicy kiss on my lips. To tell you the truth he was a horrible kisser but I found myself kissing back. His strong hand slid under my dress around the outside of my thigh to my ass and pulled me in closer to him. Then out of no where I slipped my hand to his rock hard cock. The feeling was incredible. He was so horny for me.
It was the first time I had felt another man’s cock, even if it was through his jeans. He was large, much larger than me. I felt a sense of pride that I was womanly enough to turn on a man, so, I was turned on. After a few seconds of rubbing him and kissing, the kissing actually started to go bad. He did something strange with his tongue and it didn’t feel right. I stopped him and came out of the trance that the martinis started.
“I’m sorry,” I told him. “But I really have to be going.” The look on Adam’s face was pained. I had been there before. I told him that he was a sweetheart and he was a great kisser, but I had a meeting in the morning and I needed some rest. My apparent awakening also got the attention of Katie. They stopped and she too was gathering her things. The boys politely paid for our drinks, and Katie and I stood and left. My mind was replaying everything, and I was feeling woozy from the drinks and the extreme sexual experience I just had as a woman. I was both horny and sickened at the same time.

This is my daydream . . .
I see you sitting alone at the coffeeshop one night; you’re the strong, assertive, confident girl at work who doesn’t let anyone get near her even though you have all the guys chasing after you with your beautiful face, perfect curves, and sweet smile. I’ve never had the guts to walk up to you before and say hello, but I feel drawn to you this time, seeing you sipping your drink alone at the café, looking out onto the plaza and watching the people go by. Like I need to be by your side.
I walk up and say hello, you instantly recognize me from work and smile that beautiful, soft smile you always do, and invite me to sit down. We talk about work, we talk about plans for the weekend, we talk about movies and books and politics . . . and it feels great just to be there with you. You are so inviting, so soft, so cool, so feminine, but strong, steady, and irresistibly attractive.
We decide to go out to a club . . . where we dance close to each other, and I feel lucky to be the man that you let so close to you, as we embrace and grind together on the dance floor. Everyone else is jealous at how close we dance, how completely into each other and into the music we are, how I match the rhythm of my movement to completely line up with your body, as if we can feel each other’s movements emanating from our own bodies. We stay up until very late, enjoying each other’s company, the heat of each other’s bodies, and the deeply caring but wildly lusting looks in each others’ eyes.
I walk you home, and you invite me in, by which I am surprised. You and I lock our lips together, tongues exploring each other, my tongue deep in your mouth and playing with yours, and then your tongue doing the same in my mouth. Our eyes are closed, I’m holding you close, your hands brushing against every part of my body, my hand moving through your pretty, long hair and holding your head close to mine. We both start to strip, with our animal instincts taking over, just wanting to feel our skin touching each other . . . your eyes are locked onto mine, and mine onto yours, as we attack each others bodies with our fingers and our tongues.
You push me back onto the couch in your single bed apartment, and with a seductive glare you strip off my boxers and take me in your mouth. I’m instantly on fire, as I have been the whole night but even more so now, with your mouth around me, your head moving back and forward methodically and steadily between my thighs, and it’s incredible. My fingers run through your hair, encouraging you but not pressuring you . . . but you need no direction and know what to do.
I pull you up, not wanting to be outdone, and let you sit back on the sofa as I play with your breasts, fingers tweaking your nipples and tongue running circles around them, giving attention to each. I start to move further down, past your navel, and then you shudder and try and pull me up, but I resist and I pull your panties down . . .
I find your secret. You are a transgender woman, so ultimately feminine and beautiful but merely born different from other women. I look up into your eyes, a little confused, and I see that you are scared and worried about what is going to happen next. But then I lock my eyes onto yours, and show you the sea of caring and love that I feel for you, no matter what differences you may possess from other women . . . and you know that it’s okay, and I know that it’s okay, and that we belong together, right then and there. Your worried face transforms into a face filled with joy, brimming with tears of relief, as I smile and nuzzle my cheek against the insides of your thighs.
I continue to trace down your body with my fingers, my hands tracing the insides of your thighs, and then take you deep in my mouth. Your eyes roll back into your head as you thrust upwards into my mouth, and I try and take you into me as much as possible. And even as scared and as unsure of what I’m doing as I am, it feels absolutely . . . perfect. I make a silent promise to you and myself right then and there that I wouldn’t let you regret inviting me in to your life this close and this intimately . . . that I would honor that privilege and give you the love and attention you needed . . . and to prove it, I suck you eagerly, obviously not as good as it is my first time, but with a motivation and drive that takes you by pleasant surprise and that shows you how fiery my lust is for you.
I take you in deep, hoping to take the entirety of you into my mouth and throat, I just want to show you how much I want you and want to make you feel good, how endless my passion is for you, as my fingers play with the rest of you . . . touching your hole tenderly, moving along the insides of your thighs, trying to stimulate every sensitive area around your legs that I can. My head is bobbing between your legs, and you see how much energy I am putting into you, how much I want to make you feel good . . .

And then you pull me up, our naked bodies moving against each other, your breasts push into my chest, our lips lock again as we kiss deeply and taste each other in our mouths . . . feels so wonderful. I’ve never felt so good before in my life, and I know that I’ve finally found where I need to be, right by you. Our cocks rub together, becoming, if possible, even harder - I know mine has never been as hard and as pulsating as it is now, after brushing ever so gently against your firm and feminine cock. I lean up on my knees, as our cocks continue to touch each other tenderly, so softly, just at the tips. You bring your hand down to hold them together and start jacking us both off at the same time, as I settle between your legs. Finally, you can’t take the lust anymore, and you pull me onto the sofa and push me on my back.
After lubing yourself up, you gently push inside me, with soft, cooing, encouraging words. I’m almost taken by surprise, as I’ve never been penetrated before and never expected to be . . . but the tip of your cock touches my hole . . . and I tremble with anticipation and fright. My eyes alternate between looking at your beautiful body - your full, feminine breasts, your perfect facial features, long flowing brown hair - and becoming fixed on your hypnotically beautiful eyes . . . they seem to calm me through the pain of your penetration, as if to tell me that it will be okay, to focus on the pleasure and the passion . . .
You are fully inside me, and although it hurts, I feel empty when you pull back out and my eyes plead with you not to leave my body. I want you inside me so badly. You smile and happily sink your cock back into me, my legs spread and held up by your arms, you stare directly into my eyes and I know that I’m yours. And you know it too. I feel so lucky to be so close to you, and as you pump into me, slowly at first but faster and faster, I feel as if I’m in heaven. I’m exactly where I need to be . . . and your cock, inside me, and you rolling back your eyes in animal lust, are exactly where you need to be . . . with me . . . we beat a rhythm together and our passion builds and builds . . . then finally . . .
- - - -
. . . finally, I snap out of my daydream, and realize that I’m still waiting for this woman, to find me someday and to tell me that these dreams aren’t just dreams, that they can become real and that I can share this with her too.

The grating of chains woke him from the sleep and he felt himself pulled forward, hung out over empty air. Pain glowed in his wrists, his hands, the muscles in his arms screaming in fiery ache. With the scraping of metal against metal. he descended through the air, dampness cooling against his naked skin.
His feet scraped against rock and the squeal of scraping chains ceased. A flutter of metal shavings rained down against his shoulders, small dots of burning pink dancing into his flesh. He didn’t bother at opening his eyes; instead, he let the air come to him. Wet, dirt, fecund, rot, the scurrying of rats. The perfume of woman, the honey of lust. The dry cackle of skin breaking seemed deafening to his ears, but still Michal managed a smile.
“oh, my devil,” the woman purred, her skin, her body so close. “my poor devil, it’s been so long.”
From above, the dusty smell of oils and incense and candle-wax floated down to him and he could imagine the caricature that hung from the wooden cross.
But the woman’s skin was against his own, her soft fingers against his cheek, and the moment for whimsical thought left him. The pulse of life tickled against his alabaster skin, reminding him. Awakening him.
“I’ve been away from you for too long,” the woman whispered, almost with love. Michal could hear age in her voice, a crispness in the coldness that had always been there. The woman was growing old, as they all did, and Michal sighed softly at the brush of her frailty against his hardened skin.
From occasions before, he knew not to struggle, that it would be fruitless. The chains that bound his wrists were coated with silver, to keep him placid, and somewhere nearby a chambermaid kept to the shadows, her hand kept ready on a control for the hoist that would lift him, back up into his prison. Michal briefly thought of a time when he would have her throat opened before she had time to blink in surprise.
Sour breath tickled at his throat, drying lips brushed his skin. Over his chest, the woman’s naked breasts rubbed against him, her nipples becoming points of diamonds scraping against him. Below, he could feel the heat of her lust pressing against his thigh. Despite all the time that had emptied him, he could feel his own beast awakening.
“mm-hmmm,” the woman purred again, her hand slipping down over his chest and between his legs, taking his stiffening cock in her hand. “Look what you have for me here.”
Her velvety fingers slid over his length teasingly, and Michal buckled forward in the woman’s fist. Minutely, his eyes clenched tighter. He did not want to open his eyes, did not want to look out onto life, even in this dungeon which had housed him for more years than he knew. The ache within him was growing, and he did not want to face that.
“First, though,” the woman whispered, a conspiratory echo in her voice, “I have something for you.”
A pin broke skin, and Michal could hear the tissue ripping. Immediately, the slight throbbing within in him erupted into a clamor as the scent of life touched all of his senses with its beauty. Just its proximity awakened the need in him. Even his rising cock stretched with want, pressing against the woman’s hip.
Michal’s lips parted as the woman’s finger cut through the air. He knew his role here, could feel the air tighten as the chambermaid tensed with the control box in her hands. His reaction now would be carefully watched, judged as the bloodied finger slid against his teeth.
He couldn’t help the moan that grated against his throat. It had been so long! Her blood was older now, tainted with age, but sweeter than anything he’d tasted in years. It would only be a drop or two given, but as it touched his tongue, his whole body shuddered. The chains rattled and tightened above his head and his lips sucked at her finger, drawing what he could before she pulled away.
“Now, now,” she said with a coy smile, sucking her own finger between wanton lips. “Not too much darling.” Michal licked his lips, searching for whatever leftovers he could find. He remembered when such a gesture would seem seductive, even lewd. Now it made him feel pathetic, like a starving dog searching for scraps. He opened his eyes, peering down upon his mistress. With effort, he pursed his face with want, becoming the docile pet.
She knew what she was doing. How, God, she did. Just from the few drops of her blood, she knew his sustenance would return, yet not to a degree that he would be too strengthened. Just enough for her needs. Somehow, he would learn where she had discovered so much. He would know how she knew so many secrets.
He gazed at her, his pale eyes washing over her body. From the slight gray coming into her hair, from the growing weight that hung in her breasts, from the minute lines that began their spread from the corners of her eyes, Michal could see how the years so quickly passed. There were a hundred other tale-tell signs that showed him how long it’s been.
Bethany stepped back from him, her eyes wide with desire. Her hand left her lips, tracing the softest of pink down her throat and across her chest. Becoming lost in her lust, she squeezed her breast, lifting the cupped flesh towards her monster. “It’s been so so long,” she murmured, her once-husky whisper now gone dry over the years. “I’ve wanted you so much. It’s been so hard to keep from coming here.”
Michal sighed, feeling the pulse of life quickening inside him, feeling his skin awaken and the ache below his stomach harden. Though he looked directly at the woman, he let himself see the girl she had been so many years ago, the ripe burning creature that had imprisoned him and awakened him. He pitied her now, so far from the beauty of youth, and he pitied himself even more, for her age showed him how many years had passed.
“The world is changing again,” Bethany said as she pressed her warmth against his cold skin. “Who knows what changes are near.” She followed each word with a kiss against his skin, as though she was offering heartfelt promises. Her kisses trailed lower, sucking between her teeth the hard, bloodless tip of his nipple as her hands reached around to pull him tight against her. His cock nested between her thighs, her wet heat burning against the swollen head. There was a moment when he felt himself slip inside her and the burning torture shuddered through him. It was almost enough to forget that he was playing the prisoner here and he struggled against taking control. The woman knew what heat she was playing with and, though she eased against him to take more of his dick into her, it was only a moment before she slid back, groaning against his chest as her cunt emptied of him.
“None of that, love,” Bethany groaned, her teeth nipping against Michal’s navel. “Perhaps soon we will get the chance to play so…. freely. For now we unfortunately have to…. contain ourselves.” As she whispered up at him, she had come to a kneel before him, and she surrounded his hard cock between the soft fullness of her tits. She rocked back and forth, keeping her breasts firmly engulfing his length. Soft cooing sounds echoed in her throat and she let his swollen head rub against her lips.
Michal threw his head back, staring up to the darkness. Tremors danced under his skin and, inside, blood was ripening his veins. It had been a long time, indeed, but time was inconsequential within his body. He longed to toss away the pretense but some instinct stilled his rancor, held his wrath. The hunger inside him was barely held at bay; the taste of blood was dizzying, and the bitch’s mouth threatened to send him reeling.
She was still good, no matter how many years had passed. Her tongue lapped at the base of his cock as her fist teased the head in her grip. The fingers of her other hand held onto the back of his thigh, squeezing his firm flesh, pulling him closer. She rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet, her heels pressing between her buttocks.
In the dank air, Michal also caught another scent. A musky youthfulness, thick and dripping. The maid, watching from the shadows. Michal could hear the soft rustle of fabric as the girl touched herself. It was only a girl, so youthful, barely past the age of her budding, her fingers pulling nectar from her flower. He could make out her quivering form in the darkness, her heat making her a beacon in the black.
His gasp surprised him. He looked down the see Bethany’s nose pressing against the thin patch of hair above his groin, her mouth swollen and tears moistening her eyes as she held all of his cock in her throat. Her fingers squeezed and kneaded at his full sac, urging the lifeless seed within to come forth. One slickened fingertip rubbed against his asshole, forcing his hips to tremble. Perhaps the years had touched on her flesh, he thought, but it had shown her a few tricks as well.
Her lips tightened around his cock as he slid back and forth. He felt almost helpless to his actions, the finger sliding deeper in his ass bringing the inevitable closer. Tainted beads slipped down his cheeks, sweat heavy with salt and his poisoned blood.
“That’s right,” Bethany encouraged him, her fist sliding over his wet cock at the same quickening beat her finger pushed into him. “Oh, you like me doing this, don’t you?” Her tongue flicked hungrily at the pinkish tear that was seeping from his cock, the shudder trembling through both of them.
He arched forward, throwing his head back and baring his teeth. The howl that rose from his throat was purely bestial and he gripped the burning chains as his entire body forced forward. Bethany was quick, slipping her lips over his jerking prick as his dead cum spurted forward, her finger pushing deep into his ass as he filled her mouth. She gagged and almost fell back from him, but her nails dug into his thigh, holding tight, and her throat worked to swallow the cold nectar. A trail of cum hung between her lips and the head of his cock and she sucked it into her mouth greedily.
She did fall away from him then, shaking. His breaths were short, almost as if, despite his heaving chest, he wasn’t breathing at all. That had always been a misconception of his kind: that they did not breathe, did not live. He was more alive than these lessers ever could be.
Bethany gasped, looking up from behind the curtain of her hair. “Oh, you liked that very much, didn’t you? My devil.” Her fingers found a trail of cum sliding down her breast and she lifted the sticky essence to her lips. “Mmmm.”
Michal watched the woman, the surprise at the change worn away from times before. Of course, before it had never been after so many years and he watched as the woman quivered, watched as her body tightened. He imagined that she was feeling a rapture akin to feeding, how the coldness filled her with warmth. The time that creased her body seemed to fade away and the luster of youth returned to her hair. Sagging flesh squeezed and became supple, her breasts grew firm as they hadn’t been for two decades. Michal could even feel the change in her heart, how it quickened at a healthier beat.
Her laughter filled the chamber. “Oh! It feels so good!” Her eyes glittered silver in the shadows and her teeth glinted from behind her grin. She was Vampire, if just for a few hours, and still only a weak Lesser at that. From somewhere she learned some secret, a way to gain a taste of the immortality without having to be turned. When she had entered tonight, she appeared as nearly seventy of age; now that visage had been erased and she stood as a beautiful woman of maybe thirty years, firm and tight and eager. She would not have to feed to maintain this renewal, though Michal knew she would kill. The urge for blood was in her, perhaps more than it had ever been the times previous, and the cry for death glowed in her eyes. She did not need the blood, yet she yearned for it. Hungered for it.
“Darling, I’m sorry I have to go so quickly,” she told him, cradling his cheek in her hand. Against his cold flesh, he could feel how smooth her skin had become. “You were…. magnificent.” She leaned forward, slipping her lips against his, and he could taste the coppery taint of his cum in her kiss. “I so hope I won’t be gone so long again. And, perhaps then we will be able to do without the constraints.”
There was a glimmer in her eyes accompanying her last words and Michal suspected that there were great changes about in the world overhead. Not that any change would benefit him, he knew; he did not fool himself to think that her promises of consort would be fulfilled. His survival so far had only been as a tool, for her benefit, and he felt that his usefulness to her was becoming short.
With a final kiss and a tight squeeze of his ass, she turned away, returning to propriety. “Maria, please,” she called out as her firm body strutted towards the steps.
There was a moment of pause, and Michal smiled as he listened to the chambermaid smooth out her skirt and compose herself, fumbling at the box before finding the lift button. With a smirk, he watched the fine muscles of Bethany’s ass work with each step, and slid his fingers along the length of chain as its slack tightened. His fist tightened around the links while his feet rose from the ground. The muscles in his shoulders and back clenched as he was lifted once more into the darkness.
“Goodbye, my love,” Bethany whispered from the top of the stairs. Michal could see the silver gleam of her eyes staring up at him. The maid’s feet scurried after her mistress and Michal thought the young woman would not be breathing by the time the sun rose. A door was eased shut, a heavy bolt locked, and Michal was alone once again.
In the darkness, Michal waited. From around him, he could hear the scurrying of rats, their chattering reassuring in the black. Life, a burning need, raced fiercely in his veins, calling him. And, in his fists, he squeezed the chains.
In the blackness of the tomb, he smiled. He smiled and he fell.
In his head, he fell. Into blackness.
The smell of fire was overpowering. Of burning flesh. The screams of the dying echoed for miles. Everywhere he stepped was the blood of his clan, dying and dead. There had been a betrayal, and Joseph’s mighty army had fallen. The witch’s ploy had held and for three days there had been night and war had been waged. Both tribes had suffered and lost, but of the two, a victor had emerged. Michal knew it was not his.
He stumbled across the bodies, making his way towards the center of the field. In the confusion, his division had been cut off; the upstarts had lit streams of fuel on fire, and his men could do little as Joseph rode onward into the screaming enemy. Michal fought his way through the upstarts to find his sire, but the fires were burning fiercely by then. His sword had broken and he was almost felled himself but the arrival of the revenants, and the madness and confusion they brought, had saved him.
By then the carnage was overwhelming. Something struck him from behind and he looked down at the blade that sprung from his chest before he fell from consciousness.
The stench of rot woke him and he knew daylight had come and gone. The field was littered with bodies, both friend and enemy, and in the distance he could hear the chanting of holy men, as well as the death-cries of the damned. Even the wounded were staked and beheaded; on the battlefield the fallen were to remain fallen. The decree was so, and both sides would keep to their honor. Guilt swelled in Michal as he stumbled from the pit of bodies: guilt of failure and guilt of desertion of his honor. But all his mind could focus on was finding Joseph, of knowing whether his master breathed or not.
The scraping of bones grew louder and Michal looked from side to side for its source, but a darkness was seeping towards him from all around. A wet sound came from the darkness that surrounded his legs, the sound of tongue against flesh. His skin shivered beneath his armor as the dark engulfed him, suffocating him, and he felt the bite of pain in his leg.
Michal’s eyes snapped open from the dream and he grabbed at the darkness. The rat’s helpless squeal vibrated in his fist and he brought the rodent to his face.
“Never again,” he whispered, his lips barely an inch from the rat’s twitching nose. “I won’t feed off rats ever again.” He tossed the rat across the tomb as he stood up. His skin prickled in the cold dampness and he stretched upwards, like a cat waking from its nap. There were men above, he knew, and it was time for him to have a more fitting meal.
He hadn’t thought he was so deep underground but he followed the steps a few hundred yards before he was able to smell the fragrance of the world. The crisp taste of autumn came to him on a slight draft, making him dizzy. It had been too long, too many years, since anything so pure had reached him. There was a garden somewhere close and, though it was the waning season, it was well-kept, no doubt by the priests above.
He smiled at the thought of clergymen. There wasn’t a chance they could be of the Order– Michal had a feeling more years had passed than he knew, and with those years many changes– and he would have no qualms over feeding on them. Besides, the idea of such tainted purity was so… delicious.
The steps ended at a large door, the ancient wood twice the breadth of a grown man. The stone walls themselves professed an age of centuries. Though the priests that tended this church could not be of the Order, their rectory certainly was.
The air here felt more alive against his skin; it lent him more strength. For too long he had been nothing more than a revenant, feeding off rats he called, waiting for the drops that bitch would dole out to him. But now he could breathe, now he was alive again. Now he was free.
The shackles still encircling his wrists jingled mockingly.
He found the steps that led to the church easily enough, but he paused for a few moments near a door that led outside. Bethany’s perfume hung in the air. Faint, as though days had passed since her visit. And maybe they had; Michal had no way of knowing how many hours passed while he was revisiting memories. It had once been that the pulse in his blood was more dependable than the ticking of any clock, but his body now needed much more than a few drops of blood and the determination to be right again. Michal imagined the viciousness needed to restore his proper strength would be unlike anything he had known since Africa.
Upstairs, he immediately scented two men there on the floor. The smell of their blood was an intoxicant; his nostrils flared obscenely and his tongue curled at the air to taste them. He found the two priests, both barely more than boys, in a lounge. His curiosity had been piqued as he made his way through the darkened rooms by everything around him. His fingers trailed over walls that appeared to be cut from wood yet felt irregular and false beneath his fingertips. Lamps sat on tables but he could not find wells of oil nor wicks, only curious glass balls, some still warm to the touch, as though a minature fire burnt within. He imagined the wonders of this new age would keep him enthralled for some time.
Now he watched the young priests from the open doorway. It was obviously past the normal hour these two would retire for the evening, that much was discerned by their hushed voices and the way their heads tilted towards each other. Michal grinned broadly, stifling a chuckle. The priests, they would never change! If they weren’t trying to diddle the young nuns, they were off buggering each other. He listened to a few minutes more, enthralled by their curious dialect and the naivety that filled both men. Michal was sure that, despite the passion that ached in each man’s loins, their debauchery had not yet been consummated.

I knew I was gay from the age of maybe ten or eleven so the usual boyhood experimentations with homosexuality had, for me, a bit more urgency and desire behind them. When other guys were maybe jerking off together after school in Junior High or doing the “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours”, I was sucking cock in the woods behind a local bar frequented by the few gays in the area. My parents must have thought my grass stained jeans were from something innocent, like touch football. Instead I was on my knees under an oak with a hot, hard cock in my face, the musky scent of men’s nut sacks on my chin. A lot was learned under that tree.
I mention the early predilections of my sexual nature only as a prelude to the next step. Which, for me, wasn’t giving up my ass to that first cock or even two guys at once. It wasn’t a boyfriend or a full time top or bottom. For me, after years of sucking cock and getting sucked and taking it no further, I entered the military to escape the shitbox town I’d been born in. That’s how I wound up in London. That’s how I found Cassidy.
I was stationed in Essex and spent every weekend I could in the south end of London at the bondage bars and queer clubs. The ‘Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell’ policy couldn’t be enforced in even such a small country. Who would follow every Sailor or Marine into every rathole in town? The CID, the military’s Gestapo, isn’t that big. So it was that I found myself in a low, dark bar called The Bit on a warm spring evening with a pocket full of pound notes, a half a pack of Dunhills and two days liberty before me.
It was my custom to get a cheap hotel room as soon as i’d made the city and change from my approved off duty clothing into comething, if not more comfortable, then at least more suitable. I remember that on this Friday, I wore a new pair of skintight vinyl jean cut pants in a really strange oil slick coloration with a back tank-top and fourteen eyelet patent leather Doc Marten boots. Kings Road in London is a really good place for fetish clothing, by the way. I knew that the buzz cut was a dead giveaway of my nationality but that usually got me a ‘date’ rather quickly.
Back to the real reason your here. The bar was my kind of place. Dim all over with just a random pool of light here and there from a halogen pin spot. A well stocked bar, tasty boys and men here and there and everywhere. Then I saw her. A woman. Gays and Lesbians rarely mixed in a palce like this and yet here she was, staring at me. I realized that I was staring back, rudely, and smiled. She came right over to me and leaned on my shoulder so we could speak over the sonorous techno hammering the old stone walls of the basement The Bit is. Her voice was deep and mellow, feminine but with enough bass so I knew that ’she’ was a ‘he’.
She was asking me for a light and as I flciked open my Zippo, she leaned in and I could see down the front of her somewhat loose red latex jumper. There were tiny little tits with horizontal barbells through her perky nips. Looking further south, I saw tiny red panties with an obvious, and tantalizing, bulge. When I looked back up into her face she was still smiling at me. Caught. Caught ogling. Her hand dropped to my lap and gently, tenderly, caressed my thickening cock through my rubber pants.
Her voice was Cockney and honey and mocking me, “So, another strong American boy come to defend the mother land…..well, well, well”. Her hand was still sliding slowly up and down my now painfully erect cock, it’s length pushed by the way I was sitting down the left inner leg of my pants. She was pushing a little harder, breathing a little faster as she smiled again, “My name is Cassidy. Do you fancy some dinner and a fuck?”
I wouldn’t say I was speechless. I was just caught the slightest bit off guard. She grabbed a small bag off the bar, winked at the bartender and, taking my hand, practically dragged me out the door through a throng of people. We were on the street and headed into a cab and off to the Indian section of town. In the taxi, she wouldn’t answer any questions or talk. She just kept laughing and tickling me. My head was spinning a bit, truth be known. Free of the smoke and noise of the bar, under the morse code of street lamps we passed, I took her in.
She wore her hair in a short red bob framing her pale face. Blue eyes, thin lips. A very English face. Her legs were encased to the thigh in shining red boots to match her latex jumper with three inch heels she demonstrated great dexterity in. Her tiny tits still made for some appealing cleavage. My cock was raging by the time we stopped in a dark street lined with Punjabi restaurants and Paki delis.
She threw some notes at the cabbie and, again taking my hand, dragged me up three flights of stairs. Her apartment door was narrow and the rooms were so oddly laid out I realized we must be under the eaves. She pushed me back onto a sloppy, sagging bed and pulled her dress over her head in one motion. “So, does the view meet with approval, Captain? Interested in fucking a sweet little working girl?” In reply I tore off my boots as fast as I could, followed by the trou (no easy task, that rubber) and my top. My cock was raging and encased in a favorite steel cock ring. She smiled again as I stepped to her and we embraced. “I’m a Sargeant and, yeah, I’d like a piece of that.”
Her mouth and mine collided as she reached to my cock and began stroking it. Her red lip gloss smeared acroos her face as she dropped to her knees and began to frantically tongue my balls and suck my cok into her mouth. Looking down, I though I’d blow my load in seconds. With a sliht hand on each of my hips she was tonguing and sucking me with wild abandon. Gulping air and swallowing my knob. Drooling all over me. She was pumping my cock against her cheek as she looked up and muttered, “I want this cock in my tight ass, Sargeant. I want it, I want it, I really, fucking want it!” Her eyes were half closed, delicate lashes on ivory cheeks, as she grunted out the words through clenched teeth.
I pulled her to her feet and she seemed dizzy with her pleasure so I flopped her across the bed and fell across her. Again our mouths mashed together but I slapped her hands away from my cock as she dove for it. More of her minstrations and I’d blow my load on her tight little belly. I kissed and laved her neck with my tongue, working to her tiny little pierced nips. As I massaged her arms and her breasts she moaned and writhed. Licking a long trail on her belly I began to kiss and nuzzle her cock through her musky, hot panties. Her long legs flung wide as I slid to my knees on the floor and pushed her thighs apart.
I pulled her panties aside and her cock popped out. It was, surprisingly, cut. It was also almost as big as my seven and a half inches and fat as well. Her asshole was lightly flecked with blond downy hairs and as I drove my rigid tongue into her she arched that willowy back and bellowed, at the top of her lungs, “Sargeant! Yeeeeeessssss!” her legs over my back and around my neck.
Here are the highlights from the next two hours. I tongued her ass as she stroked her cock. I tongued her ass as she pulled her nipples and nearly wept with pain and pleasure and ecstasy and the delirium that comes from having a tongue as big and hard and strong and wet as mine lapping your ass. We flipped into a 69 and she rimmed me, fingering my ass and licking where no tongue had ever gone before. She sucked my cock to the balls and nearly chipped a tooth on my cockring, gagging at the same time, in her zeal to devour me. I sucked her cock as wildly as she did mine and all the while her mutterings and demands until she finally pushed me off her and lay back with her legs spread wide, red boots gleaming , and demanded I fuck her.
And fuck her I did. Her ass dripping from my rimming and fingering and sucking and tasting was open and ready and she smiled that smile and I leaned forward and put my cock in her tight hot hole and drove into her again and again. I couldn’t fuck this little tart hard enough. Cassidy was my first. I had gone no further than cocksucking and receiving until this moment and my first fuck was hard and fast and she moaned and bucked and called my Sargeant and Daddy and, at one point, Charles. I slowed for nothing and when I finally came, with a boiling, burning paralysis stiffening my thighs and balls, she moaned long and low and bellowed again, “That’s fucking right! That’s right!”
I collapsed onto her a sweating hulk and she flopped her arms across my back as my cock softened inside her ass and she stroked my head and kissed my cheek and said, “There, there, Lovey” and “Shush, shuch, breathe……that was fucking great……” Eventually we rolled apart and she lit us both a cigarette and then, when we’d smoked a bit, she disappeared and returned with a two liter bottle of Bass. We shared the beer and lay still on her sweat soaked sheets and then she threw her cigarette into an empty bottle on the floor and rolled onto me and starting sucking my cock again.
We fucked and sucked and licked and fondled until after noon the next day and then went out for some eggs and chips. Then we went back and fucked some more. Cassidy and I stayed together for the entire ten months I remaindered in the UK. I never told her that she, my Cockney TV, was my first fuck. Maybe she’ll see and know.

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Cassie lives with her boyfriend in a house near to where she works. She works as a cashier at the local supermarket.
Her boyfriend Jim works as a salesman in an electronic shop in the city. They don’t make that much money together, but they still have quite a comfortable life.
Cassie is a 26 years old brunette. She is about 5 foot 5 inches tall.
Cassie is quite the beautiful woman, she’s a real head turner actually. She has always had a slender body. Her nice C-cup breasts fits excellent with the rest of her body, at least according to her boyfriend.
Her butt is as firm as the rest of her body, though Cassie thinks it’s a bit too big.
But there is one thing that her boyfriend doesn’t really get about her. That is the fact that Cassie really likes rap music.
Jim has often asked her how she can like that music, but she just tells him that she thinks it’s cool.
One day at the supermarket, as Cassie was getting off from her pass at the cash machine, she saw a face that she thought looked familiar.
Then as another cashier sat down next to the cash machine, it hit her. The face that she recognized was Tyreal, her favorite black rap star.
She couldn’t believe that it was him. And he was standing in her line.
“Tess, can I just take this row of people before I go off from my pass.” Cassie asked the other cashier that had just started.
“Why.” Tess asked.
“Please Tess, you can take a 5 minute break.” Cassie pleaded with Tess.
“Okay.” Tess said as she got up from her chair.
Cassie then sat down, and she began to go quickly through the customers, so that Tyreal would get up to her.
Cassie saw that Tyreal was arguing with someone in the line. She had read that he could be quite rude, but she didn’t care about that.
Then as Tyreal came up to her with his stuff. He placed the six pack of beer that he wanted to buy, up on the counter.
Tyreal looked quite annoyed about something, so Cassie thought that she would do something that would make him notice her.
“How much.” Tyreal then asked Cassie.
“Oh it’s on the house.” Cassie told him.
Tyreal looked down at Cassie rather surprised.
“What.” He then said.
“It’s on the house for you Tyreal.” Cassie said smiling.
“Well it seems that there is at least one nice bitch in this place.” Tyreal then said.
Cassie knew that that was how he talked, and she didn’t really mind it, because it was Tyreal.
“Can I help you with that?” Cassie then asked Tyreal.
“Sure.” Tyreal grinned.
Cassie then took his six pack and got up.
“Tess, you can start now.” Cassie then told Tess.
Tess looked a little surprised by what Cassie was doing.
As Cassie was walking with Tyreal and they got to the exit, she noticed that she was still wearing her cashier apron.
“Oh I’ll just take off this cashier apron.” Cassie told Tyreal.
Cassie then took it off, and underneath she was wearing a white T-shirt along with a pair of tight jeans.
Tyreal looked at Cassie with a nasty smile.
“So you know who I am.” Tyreal then said.
“Oh yes, I have all of your albums.” Cassie told him smiling.
“Wow, I’m helping him and he’s actually talking to me.” Cassie thought to herself.
“There are not many white girls that know who I am.” Tyreal then said.
“Well I do.” Cassie said with a smile on her face.
Then they came up to Tyreals car.
“Wow, what a beautiful car.” Cassie told him.
“Yeah it’s ok.” He said.
It was a brand new black BMW.
Then as he opened the car.
“Can I take you somewhere?” Tyreal then asked Cassie.
“Sure.” Cassie smiled.
“Well, where to.” Tyreal asked.
“Oh, I live just a mile away from here, you can take me there.” Cassie told him.
“Okay, jump in.” Tyreal told her.
Tyreal and Cassie then got into the car.
You could hear the tire marks forming on the street as Tyreal raced out from the parking lot.
“Wow.” Cassies heart started racing.
Tyreal looked over at Cassie and smiled. Cassie felt her heart pounding even more as he looked at her.
A few minutes later, he parked his car outside of Cassies house.
“This is where I live.” Cassie told Tyreal.
“Alone.” Tyreal then asked.
“Well no, I live here with my boyfriend. But he’s not home, he won’t be home for a couple of hours.” Cassie couldn’t believe that she had actually told him that.
“Really.” Said Tyreal.
“You want to come inside. I could, fix you something to eat to those beers.” Cassie asked him.
“Well ok.” Tyreal told her.
Cassie smiled.
They then got out of the car and walked up to the front door of the house.
As Cassie was unlocking the door, she felt Tyreals fingers between her butt. Cassie gulped.
“You’re one nice white bitch, you know that.” Tyreal then said.
Cassie didn’t know what to say to that, but she liked it. Although if someone else would have said that to her, she would probably get real pissed off. But now as it was Tyreal who called her those things, she actually got turned on.
Cassie thought about what Jim would say if he saw her, but those thoughts quickly disappeared from her mind.
They then walked inside. Cassie guided Tyreal in to the living room.
“Make your self at home.” Cassie told him.
Tyreal then sat down on the c