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  • A Night of Sweet Treats: Part 1
    A
    Night of Sweet Treats And Deflowering: Part 1.
    Iris and Sam have a sexy ‘deflowering’ party for
    two on Halloween.

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    On a beautiful late October afternoon, Sam and I decided to eat lunch outside the

    call center where we worked. Sitting on a wooden bench near the building
    entrance, we dug into the sandwiches we'd brought from home.

    "It's such a gorgeous day," I

    sighed. The sky held no trace of clouds, and a maple to my right was
    spectacular in its display of scarlet foliage. Breathing deep, I delighted in
    the cool, crisp air.

    "Soon it's going to be

    freezing," Sam said. We'd been working together for almost a year, long
    enough for me to know he preferred summer to colder weather. "Then there
    will be no lunches for you and me outside, Iris. We'll be stuck inside the
    cafeteria for months."

    I knew he was right, but I wouldn't let

    thoughts of winter, with its frigid days and waning light, dampen my mood. Sam
    and I chatted about work and how hectic things had been as of late, and after I
    finished my sandwich, I reached for the small bag of candy corn I'd packed for
    dessert. Though I knew Sam didn't share my love of sweets, I offered some to
    him anyway.

    He shook his head. "No, thank

    you."

    "Oh, come on!" I insisted.

    "It's almost Halloween! It's practically tradition to eat candy corn this
    time of year."

    He looked at me with an amused smile,

    and I couldn't help feeling a nervous flutter deep in the pit of my stomach.
    Sam was twenty-three, a year older than I, and he had gorgeous brown eyes, so
    expressive they could make a girl's heart melt. His dark hair seemed in
    constant need of a trim; sometimes I had to resist the urge to run my fingers
    through it and brush it back from his face.

    "My family never celebrated

    Halloween," Sam revealed. I remembered him mentioning that his parents
    were extremely religious. Sam didn't strike me as particularly devout, and I
    got a sense that his lack of church atttendance had caused a rift between him
    and the rest of his family. "It's just like any other day to me," he
    went on.

    I loved Halloween, though being a shy

    introvert, I never did much to enjoy the festivities. Parties and crowds made
    me break out in a sweat, so I usually spent Halloween at my mom's house, where
    we would hand out candy and watch scary movies while eating enough junk food to
    give us a sugar high. This year, however, she had to travel for work, and I'd
    resigned myself to spending Halloween alone in my apartment.

    Turning toward Sam now, I playfully

    held out my tongue so he could see the piece of candy corn resting on it.
    "You should get dressed up and binge on candy at least once in your
    life," I told him.

    "Well, what about you?" he

    asked. "What are your plans for Halloween?"

    I shrugged. "My social life is

    pretty much nonexistent, so I don't have any. Unless..." My heart suddenly
    felt like it was pounding in my throat, and my mouth grew dry from nervousness.
    I averted my stare, then sneaked a glance at him. "Unless you want to come
    over to my apartment," I finally managed to say.

    My ability to flirt was abysmal; I

    couldn't have been beguiling if my life depended on it. To make matters worse,
    I knew my face was growing hot as I waited for Sam's answer.

    When he didn't speak right away, I

    awkwardly rushed on. "We could dress up if you want--there's still time to
    get costumes--and I could make a pizza for dinner. We could watch campy old
    horror movies and drink apple cider..."

    Even as I spoke, I couldn't bring

    myself to look at Sam. I was afraid he would find me pathetic.

    "You know what, Iris? That sounds

    like a lot of fun," he said, and I knew I wasn't imagining it when he
    moved a few inches closer to me.

    I tried and failed to suppress a

    delighted grin at his response. "Awesome! Why don't you come over at
    around six?" I suggested. Sam knew I lived in the lower-level apartment of
    a house not far from the call center. "I'll give you the address, and when
    you get there, just come around back."

    Sam's smile widened, as if my

    enthusiasm was contagious. "So you're going to introduce me to all the
    delights of Halloween?" he asked.

    Something in the tone of his voice made

    a delicious shiver travel down my spine. "I certainly hope to," I
    replied.

    He raised an eyebrow, and I had to duck

    my head so I could hide behind my shoulder-length brown hair. All the while, I
    told myself to calm down and stop acting like an idiot. It was just a little
    get-together at my place. Sam probably didn't even consider it a date. We were
    simply two friends hanging out for Halloween because we had no other plans.

    So why did I feel so nervous? Why were

    my palms sweaty and my hands shaky? Why was it that when I imagined Sam leaning
    in to kiss me, the thought sent a surge of heat straight between my thighs?

    "And you're going to wear a

    costume?" Sam asked.

    I looked up and gave him what I hoped

    was a casual smile. "Sure! I mean, you don't have to, but I haven't
    dressed up for Halloween in forever, so I figure this is my chance to go all
    out."

    Sam reached over to pluck a piece of

    candy corn from the bag in my lap. "Then I'll dress up, too. I can't
    promise anything spectacular, but I'll do my best," he said.

    "I can't wait to see what you come

    up with." Already I was trying to decide on a costume for myself. Should I
    be a witch? A princess? A ghost? None of those seemed original enough.

    When my eyes met Sam's once more, I

    immediately realized just what I wanted to be. Sitting so close to him, I knew
    I was the very definition of average: average height, average weight. My hazel
    eyes were somewhat large yet could still pass for average.

    But during the one night of the year when

    Sam and I would be alone, and I could transform into whatever or whomever I
    wanted, I resolved to be anything but average. I would be bold and confident,
    no longer shy and insecure.

    And maybe, just maybe, I would be brave

    enough to make it clear to Sam just how I felt about him. With any luck, he
    might decide he felt the same way about me.

    Halloween was still several days away,

    but I went shopping for a costume as soon as I left work later that afternoon.
    Some quick online browsing led me to a store downtown, and I could barely
    contain my excitement as I stepped inside the place.

    "Can I help you find

    something?" a woman behind the counter asked me.

    "The Bride of Frankenstein,"

    I quickly replied, then added, "the costume, I mean." All the while I
    prayed the store had it in my size.

    The fates must have been smiling down

    upon me, because the saleslady easily located a costume that looked like it
    would be a perfect fit. "You're welcome to try it on," she told me.

    I gazed at the black wig, which of

    course featured white streaks on either side, and I imagined how I would look
    wearing it after I applied some dark red lipstick, along with black eyeliner
    and smoky eye shadow.

    The sleeves of the virginal white dress

    resembled bandages, and the garment's hem was almost floor-length. As I stroked
    the satiny fabric, I grinned with delight.

    "I don't need to try it on,"

    I said to the saleslady. "This is what I want."

    The costume was a little pricey for my

    budget, but I handed over my credit card without hesitation. As I stared down
    at the dress on the counter, the symbolism of the outfit wasn't lost on me.
    While I would soon be twenty-three, I'd never had a real boyfriend, and I was
    still a virgin.

    After I paid for the costume and left

    the shop, I decided to swing by the grocery store. Outside the entrance, I
    studied the pumpkins for sale and finally selected a nice round one, large
    enough for carving. Once inside, I pushed a cart down the aisles, grabbing a
    frozen pizza, a variety pack of Halloween candy, and a half gallon of apple
    cider. Lingering in the cosmetics section, I chose the perfect shade of
    lipstick.

    As I surveyed the items in my cart, I

    realized I was smiling. Simply planning for my evening with Sam made that
    excited flutter return to my stomach.

    I tried not to let myself get too

    carried away imagining what Sam and I might do together on Halloween, but still
    I wandered the aisles, searching for an item I didn't dare ask for help in
    finding.

    Finally I located the condoms, and I

    stared in bewilderment at all the different kinds. Glancing around, I was
    relieved no other customers were nearby. Then I set about reading the
    descriptions on the boxes before choosing a brand that boasted durability. If I
    did have sex, durability was definitely what I wanted in a condom.

    I paid for the groceries and then

    started for home. By the time I pulled into the driveway, it was almost dark,
    and Nora, the woman who owned the house and lived on the upper level, had left
    the porch light on. I smiled at the kind gesture, though the entrance to my
    apartment was at the back of the house, so the light from the porch provided
    almost no illumination once I reached my door.

     

     

    Nora was middle-aged and recently

    divorced, so when she wasn't working, she was usually out with friends or on a
    date. Of the two of us, I was the homebody, and I thought she liked having a
    quiet tenant around to keep an eye on things while she was gone.

    Once I'd carried all my purchases into

    my apartment, I put away the groceries and then rushed to try on my costume.

    Standing before the mirror in my

    bedroom, I donned the Bride's dress. A delighted grin danced on my lips when I
    found that it indeed fit me perfectly. After putting on the wig to complete my
    outfit, I turned from side to side, trying to imagine what Sam would think of
    me. My costume wasn't sexy; if anything, the dress was modest. But I was
    definitely transformed into someone new while wearing it. I could only hope the
    getup persuaded Sam to see me in a different way, too.

    For the rest of the week, Sam and I ate

    lunch together, but neither of us mentioned him coming over for Halloween. The
    holiday fell on a weekend, and by Friday, I was worried Sam had forgotten all
    about our plans, but as we headed back inside after our lunch break, he looked
    over at me and smiled. "So I'll be at your place at six on Halloween
    night."

    I nodded, trying not to look too eager

    as I smiled back. "You have the address, right?" I'd given it to him
    earlier in the week, but I wanted to make sure.

    "Of course," he said.

    "Would you like me to bring anything?"

    "Just your handsome self," I

    replied without thinking, and as soon as the words were out of my mouth, I
    wanted to die of mortification. His handsome self? Who actually blurted out
    something like that? Awkward and socially inept Iris, that was who.

    The surprise was evident on Sam's face,

    but his smile widened. "I will be sure to do that, Iris. And by the
    way," he went on, leaning close to me and lowering his voice, "you're
    really cute when you blush."

    I spent the day of Halloween cleaning

    my apartment, determined to conceal the fact that I was a bit of a slob. By the
    time I had the place spotless, it was well into the afternoon, and once I ate a
    late lunch, I hurried to take a shower.

    As the water cascaded over me, I stared

    down at my body. I'd just shaved my legs and armpits, but I wasn't sure what to
    do about my pubic hair. I normally kept the dark triangle between my thighs
    closely trimmed, but now I wondered if I should shave it. If Sam and I got to
    the point where he actually saw my pubic hair, would he wish I was bare?

    Finally I decided to leave the hair

    covering my mound while I shaved my outer lips. When I set the razor aside, I
    slid my fingertips over the newly smooth skin and realized I liked the way it
    felt. My flesh felt more exposed, not only to the cool air and the water but
    also to my touch.

    I couldn't resist giving my clit a

    teasing rub. My body immediately responded, and a soft moan escaped my lips.

    I seemed perpetually horny; it was as

    if my body was desperately trying to steer me toward finally having sex. To
    relieve my frustration, I masturbated frequently, and it never took me long to
    come.

    Leaning against the shower wall, I

    spread my legs wider and began massaging my clit with a quick, circular motion.
    With my other hand, I sought out my entrance and worked two fingers deep
    inside. There was a twinge of discomfort, a hint of pain, while I attempted to
    stretch my opening. I knew losing my virginity would hurt, maybe a lot at
    first, but that wasn't enough to dampen my desire. Even now as I thrust my
    fingers in and out at a fervent pace, my body readily accepted the intrusion,
    and I could feel how wet I was.

    Glancing downward, I saw that my pale

    pink nipples were hard from my arousal. All I had to do was imagine Sam's mouth
    around one of them, and I was right on the edge of climax. My thighs shook as I
    rubbed my clit faster. I fantasized about the way Sam would look, the way he
    would feel, while he took me.

    "Fuck me, Sam!" I cried

    shamelessly.

    As the words echoed off the shower

    walls, I surrendered to a fierce orgasm. Releasing a helpless wail, I felt my
    muscles clench around my fingers deep within me. Again and again my body
    spasmed, and I reveled in each blissful contraction.

    After my climax subsided, I continued

    trembling. Gently withdrawing my fingers from between my thighs, I closed my
    eyes and waited for my breathing to slow.

    My movements were languid as I finished

    showering, and when I finally stepped out onto the bathmat and began drying
    off, I found I was relaxed, almost drowsy. Maybe it was a good thing I
    masturbated before Sam arrived, I thought. It would keep me from throwing
    myself at him as soon as he stepped inside my apartment.

    The idea of doing that made my

    sensitive clit throb, and I realized it would take far more than one orgasm to
    subdue my yearning for Sam.

    I went about blow drying my hair, then

    carefully pinned it back so it would be hidden under the wig. In my bedroom, I
    chose to wear a lacy white stretch lace underwire bra and matching panties
    beneath my dress. As I carefully applied make-up, I aimed for a dramatic effect
    that wasn't too over the top. My deep red lipstick was striking, and I managed
    to create the exact look I wanted with the eyeliner and shadow.

    Finally I put on the wig and stepped

    into black heels before giving my reflection a critical look. Then I grinned in
    satisfaction. "Perfect," I declared.

    A few minutes before six, I put the

    pizza in the oven. I was grateful for something to do, as my anxiety had
    returned with a ferocity that made my hands shake. It wasn't yet dark, but the
    day was fading fast outside the kitchen window. Thinking about what the evening
    might hold for me and Sam was enough to quicken my pulse.

    Sam arrived right on time, and when I

    heard his knock, I rushed to answer the door. As soon as we saw each other, our
    mouths dropped open. I'd never seen Sam in anything other than business casual,
    but he now stood before me wearing a black cape over a white dress shirt, black
    vest, and black pants. His burgundy ascot was a perfect final touch to the
    costume. His hair was slicked back, and he'd even given himself a prominent
    widow's peak.

    His stare swept over me, and when he

    grinned, I noticed his fangs. "You are one spectacular bride!" he
    exclaimed.

    I couldn't help but giggle at his

    compliment. "And you're one sexy vampire. I love your costume!" I
    made a show of beckoning him into the apartment. "I know you can't enter
    unless I explicitly invite you inside, so please do come in."

    Sam laughed and stepped into the living

    room. As soon as I closed the door behind us, he drew me into a quick hug.
    "Thanks for inviting me over tonight."

    After I recovered from my initial shock

    at being in Sam's arms, I hurriedly hugged him back. "Thanks for coming.
    Are you hungry? The pizza's almost ready."

    "Sounds great." He looked

    around my apartment as we headed toward the kitchen. "This is an awesome
    apartment."

    "It's kind of small, but I like

    it," I said. "Nora--the woman who owns the house and lives
    upstairs--told me she would be at a party tonight, so no one else is
    here." I tried to keep my voice casual as I revealed this information to
    Sam.

    "Then we can go absolutely

    wild," he responded with a grin.

    I knew he was only teasing, but the

    thought of going wild with him made my cheeks redden. All I had to do was
    remember my earlier fantasy in the shower, and I immediately grew wet.

    "We can do whatever we want,"

    I informed him, flashing my own wicked grin.

    Sam raised his eyebrows, and I could

    have sworn I saw his face flush a little as well. I busied myself with taking
    the pizza out of the oven, hoping I hadn't come on too strong.

    "You need any help?" Sam

    asked.

    "Nope. Just make yourself

    comfortable, and I'll have this ready in a sec."

    Sam sat down at the table while I

    divided the pizza into slices. I couldn't help but be hyperaware of his
    presence, since I was used to spending all my time in the apartment alone.

    Once I'd put our plates on the table,

    along with a glass of cider for each of us, I sat across from Sam, trying to
    suppress a nervous giggle.

    "I'll have to take my fangs

    out," he said.

     

     

    "Yeah, I guess Dracula never tried

    to eat pizza. But there's a first time for everything." I lifted my glass
    of cider. "Here's to your first time celebrating Halloween, Sam."

    He grinned and gently tapped his glass

    against mine.

    As we ate dinner, the conversation

    flowed easily between us. It was as if we were sitting together at lunch,
    chatting away, and I felt the tension in my shoulders gradually disappear. The
    evening was going great, I assured myself. Sam looked like he was having fun.

    After we finished eating, Sam insisted

    on helping me wash the dishes. We stood side by side at the sink, with me
    washing and him drying. "Have you ever carved a pumpkin?" I asked.

    "Nope," he replied. "My

    parents were okay with pumpkins, but jack-o'-lanterns? That's another
    story."

    I nodded toward the pumpkin I'd placed

    in the corner of the kitchen. "Well, tonight you're in luck, because I
    picked out the perfect pumpkin for you to carve."

    Sam threw his head back and laughed.

    "Only if you help!"

    "Deal."

    As we took turns scooping out the slimy

    pumpkin innards, I gave Sam a sidelong glance. "You don't feel like you're
    doing something sinful right now, do you?" I asked. "I don't want you
    to be uncomfortable."

    "No, not at all," he

    answered. "I have no issue with religion, but my family is just...
    overzealous. My parents pretty much stopped talking to me when I told them I no
    longer wanted to attend church with them every Sunday."

    "I'm sorry," I said quietly.

    Sam shrugged, but I knew his family's

    estrangement bothered him. "I figure they'll come around eventually."
    Sitting at the table beside me, he carefully carved the pumpkin. "Do you
    get along with your mom okay? From the way you talk about her, it sounds like
    you two have a good relationship," he said.

    During one of our recent lunch

    conversations, I'd mentioned to Sam that my parents were divorced and I rarely
    saw my father. "Mom's great," I told him now, "but we're so
    different. She's confident and outgoing, and I'm... not."

    Sam looked at me and smiled. "You

    are when you get to know someone," he said. "I like that."

    I beamed at his words, then leaned back

    in my chair, regarding the pumpkin's new grinning face. "You did a great
    job! Looks like you're a pro at carving pumpkins." Jumping up from the
    table, I got a tea light candle to illuminate the jack-o'-lantern. Once it was
    lit, I turned off the kitchen light so we could admire Sam's work.

    As we stood side by side, he slipped

    his arm around me. I nestled against him, basking in his warmth while inhaling
    his familiar yet enticing scent. I was exquisitely aware of my body touching
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  • His Desired Girl: Part 3
    His
    Desired Girl: Part 3
    Finding an ideal Emily?
    Based on a post by DocAutomata.
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    "How; how big am I gonna get?" she asked, trying and

    failing to hide her arousal.

    Jessica smiled. "Why don't we ask Jacob?" she said,

    turning to the doorway.



    He couldn't do it.

    "I said, why don't we ask Jacob?"

    He couldn't go in there. He could taste Emily's essence

    in the air. There was no way for him to hide his erection, and he had
    no chance of calming himself down until he was away from her. It took
    all of his concentration just to keep himself from cumming in his
    pants.

    "Oh, come out here, you big baby."

    Before he knew what was happening, he was gripped by the arm and

    pulled bodily into the bathroom.

    "Jacob?!" Emily yelped.

    Luckily he managed to close his eyes before catching a glimpse of

    her. The taste had become stronger, and he could feel his arousal
    increasing. He didn't know what he would do if he saw her now, and he
    didn't want to risk anything.

    After a couple failed efforts, he managed to croak out weak "Hey."

    "; Are you okay?" she asked.

    "I; " His cock twitched involuntarily, and he turned

    away in embarrassment. There was no way she didn't see that.

    "He's like that," Mrs. Tenner said in a lecturing tone,

    "because your sexual fluids give off a strong pheromone that
    specifically targets your partner."

    "What?!"

    "They also act as an extremely potent aphrodisiac when

    ingested, with the added affect of increasing your partner's sexual
    stamina, virility," she paused, smirking, "and endowment."

    Well, that explained quite a few things.

    He heard Emily's breathing quicken. "B-by endowment, you

    mean; "

    "It makes his cock and balls grow."

    "Oh!" Emily moaned.

    It was too much. After hearing that breathtaking sound, Jacob's

    eyes opened against his will, and he was left reeling at the sight in
    front of him.

    She was a goddess. Her tits were massive, perfectly shaped

    teardrops that jiggled hypnotically with her every movement. They
    were just as wide as her expansive hips, obscuring her entire torso,
    including her upper arms. Two dark stains covered the front of the
    bathrobe that she was wearing, and he could clearly see the
    protrusion of her nipples. She was huge; but if she was
    growing to match his deepest fantasy, then-

    I'm a freak.

    "I'm sorry." He turned away, quietly noting with shame

    that he hadn't even looked at her face. "It's my fault you're
    like this. I should leave before it gets any worse."

    "No! Please don't go!" Emily said, grabbing his hand.

    She emitted a small, pleasured gasp when her hand met his, and it was
    all he could do to keep himself from turning around and; and;

    "It's not just that, Emily!" His breathing quickened. "I

    want; I want to;"

    "What do you want to do, Jacob?" Mrs. Tenner asked, not

    unkindly.

    This was it. Maybe this would scare her off of him, like he

    deserved. He turned back to the angel holding his hand and made sure
    to look her square in the eyes.

    "I want to fuck you, Emily! I want to fuck you so hard you

    can't even think straight! I want to; I want to make your boobs so
    big that you can barely hold them up! I; Um!"

    Before he could finish, he suddenly found her tongue in his mouth

    and the incredible softness of her body pressing against his in a
    tight embrace. All thoughts of letting her go evaporated from his
    mind as he tasted the sweetness of her tongue. Her kiss was frantic,
    and he couldn't help but reciprocate, letting his own tongue dart
    around hers as he marveled at the softness of her thick, luscious
    lips.

    He brought his arms around her and held her even more tightly to

    his chest, and he could feel her milk surge as her tits squeezed
    against him. They had escaped from the confines of the bathrobe, and
    he could feel her nipples poking him as they soaked the front of his
    shirt.

    His hands traveled down her back until they were at her ass. He

    lifted what little of the bathrobe that actually covered her massive
    backside and roughly groped her. His hands sunk deeply into the soft
    flesh of her cheeks, their curves much too big to fit fully in his
    grip. He could feel them jiggle around his fingers with each
    desperate squeeze.

    Keeping his mouth to hers, he gently pushed her down onto the

    floor. He untied the belt from her bathrobe and pulled it fully open,
    letting him see her in all her glory. Her thong was still covering
    her pussy, so he ripped it off, snapping the strings easily. He
    pressed a finger to her lower lips while his thumb teased her clit.
    The nub was as big as a cherry, and it was obviously very sensitive.
    Emily writhed on the floor, her enormous tits swaying as milk sprayed
    in every direction. After a couple of seconds her body tensed in
    orgasm. She laid there twitching for a full minute before relaxing.

    While Emily's breathing slowed, he brought the hand he was

    pleasuring her with to his mouth, once again savoring the sweet taste
    of her juices. He swallowed and felt a familiar tingle in his crotch.
    He pulled down his pants and watched in awe as his phallus slowly
    grew with each passing second while his balls ballooned at an even
    faster pace. When the tingling finally ceased, his cock was around
    nine inches long, while his testicles were the size of tennis balls.

    "Jacob."

    He looked down to find Emily staring up at him. She was squeezing

    her tits, sending arcs of milk into the air.

    "I need your cock, Jacob." Her right hand abandoned her

    tit and snaked its way down to her pussy, her fingers spreading
    herself open in invitation. "Please."

    He quickly took off his shirt and got on his knees, pressing the

    head of his cock to Emily's dripping sex.

    "I'll just; Hmm! let you two have your alone time."

    Both Jacob and Emily turned their heads to see Jessica Tenner

    calmly leaning against the wall. The muscled woman casually pulled
    her hand from under her skirt and left the bathroom; winking at them
    before closing the door.

    "I need your cock, Michael! Please!" they heard her

    laugh from behind the door.



    Emily blushed at her mother's interruption, and she saw that Jacob

    was doing the same. They had been so caught up in each other that
    they forgot she was even there.

    "My family's crazy, isn't it?" she asked.

    Jacob gulped, lifting his cock and letting it slide onto Emily's

    belly. It twitched, and she could feel a bit of precum ooze onto her.

    "Yeah, but I'm not complaining," he replied. He was

    visibly trying to calm himself down, but it didn't look like it was
    working.

    He moved his hand over her left tit, his palm hovering over her

    nipple. Smiling at him, she hefted her tit upward, pressing it into
    his hand. She let out a soft moan as he gripped tightly, milk
    spurting between his fingers.

    "Is this really okay?" He asked, panting. "I was

    being serious when I said how big you were going to get."

    "And I want it!" Emily said. "I want to

    grow for you! I can feel it. My tits getting bigger and bigger;
    heavier and heavier with milk. It feels amazing!"

    She squeezed her right tit, noticing that she could now only

    barely reach her nipple.

    "It's starting to get harder to milk myself, though."

    She smiled at him. "That'll have to be your job from now on.
    Milking me."

    She stopped squeezing and lifted her other tit toward him. He

    grabbed onto it and squeezed both her nipples at the same time,
    making her sigh in pleasure. She reached both arms under her tits and
    fondled his cock. He let out a loud groan, and whatever he was doing
    to hold himself back failed completely. He lunged at her tit, his
    mouth latching onto her nipple. She felt a tight pull on her teat,
    and her milk began to flow more than ever.

    As he suckled her tit, she felt his cock pulse in her hands. It

    wasn't just her juices that made him grow! His manhood was
    lengthening by a few millimeters with each swallow of milk.

    "Stop!" she said, gently pushing him away from her tit.

    He blinked. "Shit! I'm sorry! It tasted so good, and you're

    so fucking sexy, and I just;"

    She pulled him into a short kiss.

    "It's okay," she whispered as their lips parted. "I

    just want you inside me while I'm being milked." She firmly
    stroked his cock. "I'm not the only one getting bigger today,
    after all."

    He smiled and spread open her thighs. Once again, he pressed the

    head of his cock to her entrance. She closed her eyes as he entered
    her, savoring the sensations of a real penis. She couldn't believe
    how much better it felt compared to her toys.

    When Jacob's pelvis met hers, he had gone completely still, save

    for the repeated twitching of his cock inside of her. Opening her
    eyes, Emily began giggling at the look of pure concentration on
    Jacob's face.

    "Fuck!" he said, his lips curling upwards into a

    strained smile. "Stop laughing. I'm gonna;"

    He gave a low grunt as his body tensed, but before Emily could

    fully appreciate his O face, her own orgasm exploded into existence,
    taking her completely by surprise. Letting out a short, pleasured
    squeal, she felt her pussy tighten around his cock just before his
    cum exploded into her. She felt an intense, pleasurable warmth in her
    tits, and for a split second they visibly expanded outward, jiggling
    at the force of the growth. Her pussy loosened and constricted in
    perfect sync with Jacob's spasms, and with each load of cum her tits
    expanded just a tiny bit more.

    Her orgasm faded just after Jacob's, her insides squeezing him one

    last time for any leftover cum. She looked up and saw him staring at
    nothing.

    "Holy shit," he panted. "Succubi are amazing."

    "I know right?! I'm even bigger now!"

    "That's not what I was; oh."

    He looked down at her, wide-eyed, and ran his hands over her tits,

    teasing her leaking nipples.

    "You didn't notice?" Emily asked. "Your cum was

    making them grow."

    She felt Jacob's still-erect cock twitch inside her.

    "I was a bit distracted," he said, blushing.

    "Well pay attention next time! But now it's your turn to get

    bigger. Let's switch!"



    "Whoa!"

    Jacob braced himself as he tumbled onto his back and Emily's full;

    and at this point, rather substantial; weight fell on top of him.
    While he checked for any signs of a concussion, Emily sat up into a
    cowgirl position. Even sitting up straight, her boobs were big enough
    to rest comfortably over his chest.

    She leaned down slightly, pushing her tits closer to his face

    until they completely filled his vision. Pushing one tit to the side,
    she teased his lips with a thick, dripping nipple.

    "Open wide."

    Eager to comply, he opened his mouth and began to suck on her

    nipple. With every mouthful of creamy nectar he gulped down, he felt
    his nethers tingle and slowly inch further into Emily's body. She was
    slowly getting tighter and tighter as her milk increased his girth,
    and he had to spread his legs to accommodate his rapidly growing
    balls.

    Emily pulled away her left tit and replaced it with her right.

    Realizing that she'd feel better if neither of her tits were being
    neglected, he grabbed the tit he had previously been nursing and
    milked it with his hand. Emily groaned and began to bounce on his
    cock, making her tits jiggle wildly on top of him while her plush ass
    continually slapped on his thighs.

    Jacob somehow held out for several minutes, even as Emily's pace

    quickened and her moans grew louder. He couldn't believe how high she
    was getting with each bounce without his cock slipping out of her. By
    this point his legs were completely spread, and he felt his balls
    resting on the ground beneath him.

    As he swallowed another mouthful of her milk, Emily fell down on

    his cock one final time and breathed out a long, high-pitched moan.
    Her pussy tightened hard on his cock, and he felt that
    impossible suction that had blown his mind the first time he came
    inside of her. He tried to hold on a little longer, but apparently
    Emily's body took offense to that and milked him even harder.

    He bucked his hips, and the moment he shot his first load into

    her, Emily screamed in euphoria.

    He felt the weight on his head suddenly increase as the nipple in

    his mouth gushed with so much milk that he couldn't possibly swallow
    it all, but even that wasn't enough to distract from what Emily was
    doing to his cock.

    Her insides were shivering so hard that it almost felt like they

    were vibrating! That, added with the intense contractions
    and suction, served to make him cum even harder. Each wave
    of pleasure seemed to last for a lifetime, crescendoing into a
    torrent of cum that Emily's body quickly absorbed. Her tits expanded
    in bursts, as if they were massive water balloons and each load of
    cum was like a short blast of water from a faucet, jiggling wildly
    with every surge of growth. He was eventually completely buried under
    them, and all he could see was the undersides of her expanding tits.

    He had no idea how long this went on for, and by the time their

    orgasms finally ended, Jacob was seeing stars. When he finally
    recovered; and separated the two enormous tits that were on top of
    him; he was met with a blissed-out Emily. She had gone completely
    limp, her eyes unfocused and her body twitching at random intervals
    while she repeatedly let out soft, broken mewling noises.

    "Emily?" he asked, waving his hand in front of her face.

    "You okay?"

    She mumbled incoherently.

    "Huh?"

    She was slowly coming back, though she still looked a bit

    pleasure-drunk. "I think; I just had two orgasms at once,"
    she said dazedly.

    "Somehow, I can believe that."

    They stayed like that for a few moments, catching their breath.

    "Think you can stand up?" Jacob asked, somewhat

    recovered.

    Emily smiled. "I think so."

    Jacob moaned as he felt her lift off of his cock. His face became

    buried in her chest as she leaned over him, and after a surprisingly
    long moment of stimulation, his phallus slipped out of her. He felt
    his cock become enveloped in her cleavage as she dragged her tits
    down his body, and as her soft skin slid down his thighs, his
    attention was immediately focused on the thing that was emerging from
    between her cleavage.

    "Uh; Emily?"

    "Yeah?"

    "How the hell did this thing fit inside you?"

    Jacob heard her gasp, though didn't see what kind of face she was

    making due to the massive, pulsing rod that was dominating his view.
    At this size, he wasn't even sure if 'hung like a horse' was a strong
    enough comparison. His cock looked to be over a foot and a half long!
    At its widest point, he could just barely wrap one hand around half
    of his shaft. His hands traveled downward and rested on his
    melon-sized balls. He could only imagine how difficult it was going
    to be to walk with those things swinging between his legs.

    He looked up to find Emily staring at him; or at least a certain

    part of him; in awe, and he couldn't help but do the same to her.

    Emily's tits were now his ideal size. Sitting as she was, they

    were big enough to rest fully onto the floor, each one the size of a
    large beach ball. Her plump areolas were the size of dinner plates,
    topped off with nipples as large as his fist. They were leaking
    heavily, and the sound of milk splashing on the floor dominated the
    relative silence of the bathroom.

    Jacob turned toward the door and saw that the puddle of milk was

    already soaking into the carpet in the next room. "We should,
    uh, probably do something about your milk before we start flooding
    the house."

    "What?" Emily followed his gaze. "Oh shit!"

    Emily tried to quickly get up, presumably to get some towels to

    clean up their mess, but her tits weren't even a foot off the ground
    before she pitched forward and fell on top of him.

    "Oof!"

    He gasped, feeling Emily's face press against the underside of his

    shaft. He could feel her warm breaths quickening as she laid there,
    and after a few still moments, he felt her tongue slide over his
    skin.

    "S-seriously, though, let's get you into the tub for now, at

    least."

    Emily jolted out of her trance. "R-right!"

    She was a bit more careful this time, slowly lifting herself off

    the floor. When she stood at full height, her tits hung all the way
    down to her knees.

    "This; huff; is gonna take some getting used to."

    She said it with a smile, but Jacob couldn't help but feel a pang

    of guilt at what his desires had done to her. Even disregarding the
    balance issue, she surely wouldn't be able to lift those things for
    an extended period of time. Honestly, he was surprised that she could
    stand up at all.

    "Let me help you." Jacob stood, his cock bouncing up and

    down against his chest. He had to pull his massive balls out from
    between his legs; he'd rather not have to waddle.

    "Well, at least in some ways we're in the same boat," he

    said, walking up to her with his thighs pressed together. He blushed
    as his cock pushed into her cleavage. "There's no way I'm ever
    going to be able to hide this amount of equipment."

    "Fair point," she giggled, looking down at the pink dome

    poking out from the top off her tits.

    Jacob bent down and grabbed the bottom of Emily's tits, lifting

    them up as best he could. They awkwardly shimmied toward the huge,
    circular tub and carefully stepped into it. Needless to say, there
    was a fair amount of jiggling involved.

    Jacob lowered Emily's tits and stepped back; milk sloshing around

    his feet.

    "Were you; trying to fill the tub earlier?"

    "Yep!" A teasing smile graced her face. "Time to

    get back to it. Lay down."

    He silently complied, lying down in the spacious tub with his back

    propped against the sloped wall. Emily turned around, giving him a
    phenomenal view of her backside. After being so enamored with her
    tits, he had almost forgotten how breathtaking her enlarged ass and
    thighs were as well.

    He wouldn't be forgetting anytime soon, though, since she lowered

    herself into his lap, pressing her soft cheeks into his pelvis. A
    cornucopia of pleasurable sensations surrounded his penis as it slid
    between her thighs, up against her stomach, and finally into her
    cleavage. The tub was only barely wide enough to contain her massive
    tits.

    "Milk me."

    Jacob spread his arms wide and hugged her tits from behind, happy

    to oblige.



    Emily sighed happily as Jacob milked her. He had fallen into a

    soothing rhythm, firmly squeezing her tits together for several
    seconds at a time before letting off for a brief moment and squeezing
    again. Unfortunately, her size prevented him from reaching her
    nipples in their current position, but this method was nice
    nonetheless. She maneuvered her arms underneath her tits and grabbed
    his cock, giggling as she felt him twitch underneath her. The base of
    his shaft was pressed tightly against her pussy, and his balls were
    no doubt drenched in both her milk and her fluids.

    She looked down and frowned. The head of his cock poked out of her

    cleavage, but it was too low to comfortably bring to her mouth.
    Deciding on the obvious solution, she rubbed at her slit in order to
    thoroughly lubricate her fingers; only lingering on her big,
    sensitive clit for a few pleasurable seconds. She leaned her head
    back on Jacob's shoulder, and met his eyes. He was looking down at
    her with that wonderful look of; love, awe?; that she had quickly
    grown to adore. Satisfied with the wetness of her hand, she pulled it
    from underneath her tits and held it in front of his mouth.

    His cock twitched as he let out a little laugh. "In for a

    penny, huh?"

    He tilted his head forward, letting her fingers enter his mouth.

    He moaned the moment her wetness met his tongue, and

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  • His Desired Girl: Part 2
    His
    Desired Girl: Part 2
    Is Jacob Transforming Emily?
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    Emily stood in the bathroom stall, frowning at the stain in the

    back of her skirt.

    She had already been getting wet from the furtive glances she had

    been receiving all day; Hannah's shocked expression in first period
    was particularly stimulating; but seeing Jacob just stare at her in
    obvious arousal had her absolutely drenched. This was easily the
    wettest she'd ever gotten in public. As it was, she might have to
    spend next period in the bathroom to wait for her skirt to dry out.

    Also, both to her dismay and excitement, she was growing again. It

    seemed to only be focused on her tits this time, and her bra was
    already starting to feel quite constricting. If she wasn't in public
    she would've been thrilled. The possibility of getting big enough to
    burst out of a 32L bra was awesome, but she didn't want it to happen
    while people were around. Okay, maybe a small part of her did
    want it to, but in the end her ego outmatched her id on this
    occasion.

    She wouldn't mind it happening in front of Jacob, though. He

    obviously had taken a liking to her new tits. Or had he? One minute
    he was staring at them, and the next he suddenly looked angry and
    turned away. He did the same thing when he looked at her ass, too.
    Did she go too far with the teasing? She honestly couldn't help
    herself when he was so obviously enraptured by her body. He had
    seemed to like what she was doing; until he didn't.

    Her phone vibrated in her bag. It was a text from Jacob.

    can you meet me behind the school?

    Her heart skipped a beat. Maybe he would try asking her out again?

    Maybe he'd even; no, probably not, but a girl could hope. She texted
    him back saying she was coming.

    Just before she left the stall, though, she heard other people

    enter the bathroom.

    "I can't believe that little slut got a boob job,"

    Hannah Burton said.

    "It had to be more than that. Didn't you see her ass?"

    replied her friend. Wasn't her name April or something?

    A third girl spoke up. "I'm telling you, she'd have to get,

    like, full-on plastic surgery to get that kind of body, and no one
    can heal from that in just one weekend. It was probably growth
    hormones or something."

    "If that kind of thing existed, then why would anyone get

    fake tits?" April(?) asked sarcastically.

    Hannah huffed. "Either way, it's fucking gross."

    "Yeah, I wouldn't mind having bigger boobs, but there's such

    a thing as too big."

    Hannah laughed. "And the stupid cow is flaunting it all

    around like she wants to suck every dick in the school. Fucking
    whore."

    Their conversation went on like that until they eventually left

    the bathroom. Emily looked down at herself. Is that what everyone
    thought? That she had gotten plastic surgery or took some kind of
    drug to get like this? It; it shouldn't have bothered her, but it
    did. She'd been getting so proud of her body; she didn't like the
    thought of anyone thinking it was fake.

    Was that why Jacob had gotten angry all of the sudden? That he

    thought she was fake?

    She suddenly wasn't feeling very confident about meeting him

    behind the school, but she had to go. It was the only way to find out
    how he felt about her.

    After the bell for third period rang, she left the bathroom. No

    one was in the hallways, but she held her bag behind her just in
    case. She went out the back exit of the school and saw Jacob in the
    distance. The sight of him sent another shiver through her womanhood,
    and to her surprise she felt a warm, tingling sensation around her
    nipples as well. That was new.

    He was facing away from her, leaning his side on the brick wall of

    the school, his heel bouncing rapidly on the ground. Emily walked up
    behind him, but he didn't seem to notice.

    "Hey."

    He flinched and started to turn around, but then he stopped

    himself.

    "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called you out here," he

    said. His shoulders were tense, and there was a quality to his tone
    that she couldn't quite place.

    He made to leave.

    "Wait!"

    Emily grabbed his hand, and they both froze. The moment her skin

    touched his, she felt the tingling in her nipples intensify and
    radiate throughout the entirety of her tits. She let out a little
    whine of pleasure as she felt her bra snap, the cups falling away
    slightly so that her nipples were exposed to the inside of her shirt.
    She felt something warm and wet trickle down the front of her boobs.

    Unaware of her situation, Jacob pulled his hand away and turned.

    "Emily, I; " He trailed off, staring wide-eyed at her

    tits.

    A hand was on her shoulder before she could say anything, pushing

    her back to the wall. Jacob pulled in close, his other arm slamming
    on the wall behind her. His chest was pressing against her tits, and
    she could feel his rapid, shallow breathing.

    Was he going to do it? She felt wetness dripping down the inside

    of her thighs. He was so close that she had to look up to see his
    face. She tilted her head, ready for him to take her, but seeing his
    expression immediately dampened her mood.

    Pure anguish. Something was terribly wrong, but she didn't know

    what.

    "J-Jacob?"

    He pulled away from her as if she were on fire, and she thought

    she could see his eyes glistening before he turned away.

    "I," his voice wavered. "I need to go. I'm sorry."

    He quickly went back inside, and she had no idea what to do.



    What the fuck was wrong with him?!

    Jacob stalked down the hallways, wiping at his eyes as his horror

    transformed into self-directed rage. The moment he sent that text he
    knew it was the wrong decision. What was he going to say? "Hey
    Emily, I know you said you didn't want to go out with me last week,
    but now you're even hotter than before so can I fuck you?"
    Fucking idiot.

    When she held his hand, he began to think that maybe she would

    hear him out; that what he was going to ask her wasn't completely
    fucking stupid, but then he saw her and she was;

    She was beyond sexy, beyond beautiful; her angelic face and full,

    parted lips a picture of feminine pleasure, her tits exploding from
    the confines of her bra, her nipples forming giant tents in her shirt
    as they soaked the fabric in leaking breast milk, revealing
    beautifully large, pink areolas. There was no single word good enough
    to describe her.

    And then he fucking assaulted her! Fuck!

    He turned a corner and nearly crashed into someone coming from the

    opposite direction.

    "Watch where you're going, dumba; pifft!"

    It was Hannah. Of course. He was starting to think this day

    couldn't get any worse.

    He glared at her. "What?"

    She stifled her annoying laughter. "You happy to see me or

    something?" she asked, looking down at his groin.

    He felt heat rising to his face. He was still hard, and the bulge

    in his pants was clearly visible.

    "And what's going on with your shirt?"

    He shoved past her. "Fuck off. I'm not in the mood to deal

    with your bullshit."

    "Oh, I bet this is good," she said as he walked

    away.

    Ignoring her, he turned into the nearest bathroom. Seeing that it

    was empty, he entered a stall and freed his cock. He began pumping
    it, hoping he would calm down after a quick orgasm, but as he did he
    noticed something crazy.

    He was bigger. It looked like his penis had gained over an inch in

    length, and it felt quite a bit thicker in his grip. He grabbed his
    balls, and they felt much larger, each one about the size of
    a ping pong ball. He was hung like a porn star, which only served to
    increase his arousal.

    He continued pumping, getting used to using longer strokes than he

    was used to. With his gaze focused downward, he could see the large
    twin stains on his shirt from where he had pressed himself to Emily's
    tits. Feeling a mix of shame and undeniable lust, he pulled up his
    shirt, bringing one of the wet splotches to his face. He could tell
    that the smell was different from Emily's; other fluids. It seemed
    thicker, creamier. He stuffed some of the fabric into his mouth and
    sucked on it, wringing out as much milk as he could. His cock pulsed
    as a tiny bit of milk went down his throat. It tasted amazing, even
    with the acrid taste of his shirt threatening to overpower it.

    He could only imagine what it would taste like directly from the

    source.

    With that thought, he felt his body tense, building to climax.

    Realizing he forgot to get some toilet paper and that he wasn't in a
    good position to aim at the toilet, he cupped his hand in front of
    his penis before convulsing in pleasure. Wave after wave of cum
    erupted from his cock, each load blasting into his hand and dripping
    heavily into the toilet.

    His orgasm lasted twice a long as it usually did, and as it died

    down into small aftershocks, he marveled at the amount of cum he had
    produced. His hand was covered in the stuff, and that wasn't even the
    bulk of it! He glanced down at his improved equipment in awe, before
    groaning in realization.

    He was still hard as diamonds.



    Emily had her arms wrapped tight around her tits as she made her

    way through the halls to the student parking lot. The tingling
    sensation that had accompanied her sudden growth was; though dulled;
    still present, and she had a feeling that she knew what that meant.
    Breast-milk continued to leak from her nipples, soaking down her
    shirt in two wide streaks.

    She had hoped she could get to her car before anyone saw her, but

    her luck today was continuing to be terrible.

    "Ha! I knew I'd find you," Hannah said from behind her.

    Emily hunched over, holding herself tighter. "Go away."

    "Saw your boyfriend a second ago. He was pissed."

    Emily tried walking faster, but Hannah would not let up.

    "Holy shit, are your boobs even bigger? Fucking

    gross. At least I can tell Sydney that her hormone theory was;"
    Hannah had caught up to her and fell silent when she saw the front of
    Emily's tits.

    "Oh my god!" She stopped for a moment, shocked,

    but just as Emily passed her Hannah's lips twitched upward into a
    predatory grin.

    Emily ran. Whatever Hannah had to say, she didn't want to hear it.

    Luckily, the bully wasn't trying to follow her, apparently having
    gotten what she wanted out of her.

    She made it to her car and went home, leaking breast-milk the

    entire way. When she finally pulled into her driveway, she rushed out
    of the car and went to her parents' bathroom.

    She took off her shirt, shuddering as she peeled the wet fabric

    off of her skin. Her nipples were extremely sensitive, with
    even the slightest brush of her fingertips sending pleasurable shocks
    through her tits.

    They were so big; two basketball-sized orbs hanging down

    heavily to her belly-button. Despite their size, they looked perfect.
    They were round and perky, sagging just enough to form into two
    immaculate teardrops. Her nipples were huge; each one around
    two inches in both length and thickness with areolas that were over
    five inches wide.

    She squeezed her tits and quickly discovered how good it felt to

    be milked. Curious, she lifted her right tit to her mouth and suckled
    on her own nipple, nibbling on it as milk flooded into her mouth. It
    was thick, creamy, and delicious, and she couldn't help but want
    more. Only a few seconds of this was enough to send her into orgasm,
    and she felt her legs give out. She collapsed to her knees, letting
    her tit fall from her mouth with a long, pleasured moan. Her milk
    flow surged, with two large streams arcing from her nipples while
    dozens of tiny streamers sprayed from her areolas in every direction.

    As her orgasm faded, her flow reduced back to a slow, continuous

    leak. Her breathing was ragged as she returned to awareness.

    If she could just forget about everything else, then she would

    just want to keep getting bigger and bigger, but she couldn't get
    what Hannah said out of her head. "Gross". No one but a
    nympho like Emily could think that boobs this big were sexy. That
    look on Jacob's face; she didn't know what caused it, but it couldn't
    have been anything good. Did he think her boobs were gross, too?

    She lifted herself up, careful not to slip in her milk. Her tits

    were so heavy that they were starting to mess up her balance. She
    pulled a towel out of the bathroom closet and draped it over them so
    that more of her milk wouldn't drip onto the floor.

    She took some dildos out of her parents' room and brought them

    back into the bathroom, dropping them into their large whirlpool tub.
    She delicately stepped into it and laid down, pulling the towel from
    her tits and letting her milk flow freely. She grabbed a dildo and
    brought it to her pussy, gasping in pleasure as it entered her. She
    squeezed a hand around her nipple, pretending it was Jacob suckling
    at her teat.

    As much as she hated herself for it, there was only one thing that

    could distract her from her depressed thoughts, and she could really
    use a distraction right now.



    After the third orgasm, Jacob had figured that he wouldn't be able

    to calm down any time soon, so he left school early. After spending
    two hours locked in his bathroom, cumming who knows how many
    times, he was finally soft.

    He opened a window after wiping himself off. The smell of cum

    permeated the room, and he desperately hoped it would air out before
    his parents got home.

    Now that he wasn't consumed with lust, he could recognize how

    strange everything had been from the moment that Emily had walked
    into the classroom. His mind had been so addled that he never even
    questioned how she'd grown so much. Now, though, he realized how
    utterly bizarre it all was.

    He had a few theories about what was going on, but that could

    wait. Right now he needed to apologize to Emily for being such a
    sleaze.

    He picked up his phone and tried to call her, sighing as he only

    got her voicemail. Hanging up, he instead tried sending her a text.

    Hey Emily. I'm really, really sorry about how I acted today.

    Are you alright?

    It was a shitty apology, he knew, but he just couldn't bring

    himself to go into detail over how much of a jerk he had been. He hit
    send, hoping she would get back to him.

    He entered his room and locked the door before falling onto his

    bed. Looking down, he admired his new size. It looked big even while
    flaccid. He had measured himself the moment he got home, and at full
    erection he was sporting a hefty seven and a half inches, with two
    inch wide balls that apparently supplied an ungodly amount of sperm.

    It seemed whatever was affecting Emily was affecting him as well,

    though only in one aspect. He couldn't find anything different about
    himself other than his junk.

    Did Emily know why this was happening? Either way, they would have

    to talk about it. It was definitely going to be awkward as hell, but
    he couldn't just ignore this. Hopefully he would be prepared for when
    he saw her tomorrow. He couldn't afford to go crazy like he did
    today.



    Jacob gazed at the empty chair next to him. Emily had never

    replied to his text, and now she had skipped school. He was starting
    to get worried. He'd like to think that her parents had taken her to
    a doctor or something, but he couldn't shake the feeling that that
    wasn't the case.

    The bell rang, and Jacob absentmindedly left the classroom. As he

    made his way to his next class, he saw Hannah and her friends
    standing in the hallway, laughing about something.

    "It was hilarious. The dumb bimbo literally had to carry her

    boobs just to walk."

    Her friends laughed as Hannah hunched over and pretended to carry

    a heavy load against her chest.

    Jacob approached them and gave Hannah a glare.

    "Seriously, what is your problem?" he asked.

    "Oh, hey, it's the boyfriend." Hannah smirked and

    glanced at his crotch. "Aw, am I not doing it for you? Guess you
    only get off to cows."

    "Fuck you." He walked away. These idiots weren't worth

    his time.

    "How eloquent. Could you tell me something?" Hannah

    said, voice raised so everyone in the hall could hear her.

    Jacob took in a calming breath and just kept walking.

    "Were you mad because you knocked her up, or because

    someone else did?"

    He stopped, fist clenching as he turned around. The volume of the

    conversations around them noticeably dimmed. "What are you
    talking about?"

    "That's what you were pissed about yesterday, right? I mean,

    she's obviously pregnant."

    "I'm pretty sure she isn't," he replied, already

    regretting rising to her bait.

    "So how do you explain the milk leaking out of those ugly

    udders of hers?"

    "Even if she was pregnant, how is that any of your

    business?"

    He could tell that that was the wrong response, going by the way

    Hannah grinned in triumph.

    "So she is pregnant!" She turned to her

    friends. "Think the kid'll be fucked up from whatever drug she's
    using to blow herself up?"

    "Are you a fucking psychopath?" Jacob asked,

    seething. Several onlookers stared at Hannah as if they were
    wondering the same thing.

    Hannah simply sneered and walked away with her lackeys following

    behind her.

    Jacob left in the opposite direction, ignoring the murmur of quiet

    conversations that began to spread through the hall. He couldn't take
    it anymore. He needed to know if Emily was alright.

    He exited the school and went to his car while trying one more

    time to call Emily. She didn't answer, so he started looking up
    addresses for any nearby Tenner residences. She had told him that she
    lived in White Springs, one of the ritzier neighborhoods in the area,
    so he didn't have to look very hard to find an address that fit the
    bill. "Michael and Jessica Tenner" were most likely her
    parents.

    After a half hour drive, he made his way into the suburb, admiring

    how big all the houses were. When his GPS had indicated that he had
    arrived at his destination, he turned into the driveway of one of the
    mini-mansions.

    He looked in his rear-view mirror and saw that the red SUV that

    had been driving behind him for a while turned into the driveway as
    well. There was a man driving and a woman in the passenger seat.
    Emily's parents, probably. Well, this was awkward.

    They both parked, and when he exited his car, he was met with two

    stunning individuals, though one was much more stunning than the
    other. No wonder Emily was so hot. God, her mom was built.

    Luckily he was able to keep his ogling to a minimum. Hopefully

    they didn't notice, as they already didn't seem to be in a forgiving
    mood.

    The woman gave him a suspicious look. "Can we help you?"

    Jacob suddenly found his shoes to be utterly fascinating. "Uh,

    are you Emily Tenner's parents?"

    "We are," Mr. Tenner said.

    "I'm Jacob Housley; one of her friends from school. Is; Is

    she doing alright? She didn't come to school today and she won't
    answer her phone."

    Some of the tension in their stances eased, though not completely.

    "I'll go look for her," Mrs. Tenner said before swiftly

    making her way to the front door.

    Mr. Tenner watched her go and turned back toward Jacob with a

    halfhearted smile. "Sorry about that. We've been away from home
    and Emily hasn't been answering our calls since Sunday, so we're a
    bit worried."

    Jacob furrowed his brow. "How long have you been gone?"

    The worry on Mr. Tenner's face deepened. "We left Friday

    evening. Why, did something happen?"

    "Uh, well; "



    Emily stood in the bathtub, leaning over at a ninety degree angle,

    letting her watermelon-sized tits hang freely under her. She kept one
    hand on the side of the tub while the other milked her tits,
    alternating with every squeeze. She wanted to do both at the same
    time, but at this point her boobs were so heavy that she wouldn't
    have been able to keep her balance in this position.

    She couldn't believe she didn't think to try this sooner. She had

    spen

    32 min
  • His Desired Girl: Part 1
    His Desired Girl: Part 1
    After Jacob asks her out, Emily's body begins to
    change.
    Based on a post by DocAutomata.
    Listen to the
    ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.



    After finding out how Jacob feels about her, Emily's body

    begins to change, and Jacob can't help but notice that her
    transformation is conforming to his deepest fantasies.


    "Ugh, lab reports suck," Emily said before

    slumping over onto the table.

    Jacob chuckled. "Can't argue with that."

    The two lab partners were sitting together in the school library,

    attempting to work on their AP biology homework, though at this point
    Emily wasn't above some idle distraction.

    "Did you read that manga comics I showed you?" Emily

    asked.

    "Yeah; it was really cute for a while, but I kinda fell off

    of it when the love interest started getting all moody and
    aggressive." Jacob shrugged. "Never really understood the
    appeal of those kinds of characters."

    Emily huffed in indignation. "You just don't get it. There's

    nothing more romantic than a good Kabedon dominance."

    Emily glanced up at Jacob, who had gone back to writing in his lab

    book. He had a smile on his face, which Emily couldn't help but
    mirror. This was nice; having a friend. From the very beginning of
    high school, Emily had just sort of sequestered herself into the
    background, not really interacting with anyone if she could help it.
    The throes of puberty certainly didn't help much, gracing her with
    terrible acne and not much else to compensate for it; just a couple
    of modest C cups and; well; her urges.

    When she learned that Jacob Housley was assigned as her lab

    partner in biology, she intended to keep up her usual routine with
    group assignments: do all of it, none of it, or trade it off every
    other assignment. It had served her well for so long, but Jacob
    wasn't having it. He insisted they work together, unilaterally
    deciding that every Friday they'd meet in the library and work on
    that week's lab assignment.

    It took a while, but bit by bit Emily opened up to her pushy lab

    partner, and found him to be a fun person to be around. She recently
    discovered that they shared an interest in manga and anime, and with
    that came the back and forth of recommendations as well as the
    subsequent discussions of shared enjoyment or scandalized
    disagreement. It was a bit sad to admit, but it had been the first
    time that she'd had any real fun with any of her classmates since she
    started high school, and she truly cherished it.

    "Hey, Emily?" Jacob asked.

    She lifted herself off the table and sat up, furrowing her brow at

    Jacob's nervous expression. "Yeah?"

    "Would you; maybe; want to go out?"

    Emily froze. Jacob; wanted to date her? Was that a thing that

    could happen? Her breathing quickened and she felt a tingle between
    her legs. Mentally groaning, she urged her stupid body to calm down
    and tried to formulate a response.

    Before she could, though, someone behind her laughed.

    "I think you confused her," said the sickeningly

    familiar voice. "Even pizza face knows that you'd have to be
    completely desperate to want to ask her out."

    Even though Emily really should've been immune to it by now, the

    insult stuck inside of her like a parasite. Sometimes she wanted to
    ask Hannah Burton if she was trying to be a Mean Girl
    stereotype, but she would always just freeze up at every opportunity;
    like right now, for instance. By the time Emily turned around, Hannah
    had already walked away; her stupid, perfect ass swinging from side
    to side as she left the library.

    "Fuck her," Jacob said, looking down at his feet.

    "Dammit. I should've said something, but I just;"

    "It's okay."

    "Anyway, um. Do you;""

    "No. I'm sorry."

    "Oh."

    Emily could hear the disappointment in his voice.

    "It's not because of what she said, right?" he asked.

    "No."

    "'Cause I think you're awesome." A bit of red crept into

    his cheeks. "And pretty."

    "Thanks."

    Emily gathered her stuff and stood.

    "Hey," Jacob said, a tinge of panic in his voice, "we're

    still friends, right?"

    Emily turned to him, trying her best to fake a smile. "Yeah.

    See you on Monday?"

    "Sure; " Jacob relaxed a little, but worry was still

    plain on his face. "Sure. See ya Monday."



    Jacob zoned out as he watched Emily leave the library. He fucked

    up. He should've said something to Hannah; seriously, pizza face?
    but he'd been distracted by the stupidest fucking thing possible. The
    moment he had asked Emily out, he'd gotten inexplicably horny. He
    knew he was excited at the prospect of going out with her, but was he
    really that immature? Even after that horrible mood shift,
    he was still hard. God.

    He didn't believe for a second that Hannah's insult had nothing to

    do with Emily's answer. It might have still been "no", of
    course, but she probably wouldn't have been so torn up about it
    without the bitch's input.

    Over the course of getting to know Emily, Jacob had realized that

    she had a pretty big complex about her looks. He didn't really
    understand it; the only real point against her was the acne. Take
    that away and she'd be the prettiest girl in the school; beautiful,
    olive-toned skin; dark brown eyes he could stare into for hours; and
    full, luscious, unbearably kissable lips. Sure, she didn't
    have his ideal body type, but that only existed in the realm of
    fiction. If he judged girls based on that he'd be single
    forever.

    He took in a deep breath and sighed. There was still a bit of that

    smell from earlier lingering in the air. He had noticed it right
    before Hannah showed up, so it must've been her perfume or something.
    It; actually smelled really, really good. Like milk and
    honey, but way better. Not that he'd ever tell her that.

    Jacob packed away his stuff and left the library. Although he

    worried that it would drive them further apart, he decided he'd ask
    Emily out again if the opportunity presented itself and there weren't
    any idiots around to put her down. Hopefully it wouldn't be as much
    of a train wreck as his first attempt.



    Emily drove home on autopilot, barely paying attention to what she

    was doing in her depressed haze.

    Hannah was wrong. Jacob wasn't desperate, he was just a good

    person. He'd somehow found something to like in an ugly, anti-social
    girl who had initially wanted nothing to do with him. He might have
    even been telling the truth when he said she was pretty, though she
    honestly couldn't understand how he could've come to that
    conclusion.

    She knew he could do better than her. Jacob was fun and handsome,

    and while he wasn't exactly popular, he wasn't unpopular
    either. Once he got over her rejection, she was sure he could find a
    nice girlfriend who wasn't as ugly or boring as her.

    Besides, if they got together, he'd eventually learn about her;

    habits, and she wasn't really sure if she could handle that. He'd
    probably think she was a freak, and he'd probably be right to think
    it.

    She finally broke away from her self-loathing as she pulled into

    her driveway and saw her parents loading up the SUV. They were
    getting ready to leave for their "second honeymoon",
    whatever that meant. Probably "nonstop sex in a hotel room",
    if she had to guess.

    Her dad waved at her as she got out of the car. "Hey baby."

    "Hey," she replied. "Are you and Mama about to

    leave?"

    Her mom walked out of the garage lifting two heavy suitcases like

    it was nothing. "Can't wait to get rid of us, huh? We're almost
    ready. How was school?"

    "Fine," Emily lied.

    Her mom finished packing the car and wrapped her arm around her

    dad's waist.

    "You sure there won't be any house parties while we're gone?"

    her dad asked.

    "No, Daddy."

    Her mom smirked. "You don't have to lie to us, Emily."

    Emily rolled her eyes and once again wondered at two people in

    front of her. Michael and Jessica Tenner: the perfect couple in every
    conceivable way. They were both doctors who had met in medical
    school. Michael could easily be described as exceedingly handsome,
    even if he was a bit on the short side.

    Jessica, though, was extraordinary. People were always surprised

    when they found out she was an anesthesiologist, since their first
    guess would always be professional bodybuilder. She wasn't too
    bulky, but she was built enough that she wouldn't be able to hide it
    even if she wanted to; not that she did. Her muscles didn't detract
    from her bust either, her pectorals sporting two shapely G cup tits.
    Add to that her general drop-dead gorgeousness, and you started to
    wonder if Amazons were really a myth.

    Honestly, if it weren't for a few incidental facial similarities,

    Emily would've thought she was adopted. There was a period
    in middle school where she seemed to start bulking up, but it didn't
    last very long, and she just went back to her normal figure in a
    week. She remembered it really upsetting her dad for some reason.

    Jessica approached her, wrapping her in a tight hug. "We'll

    miss you, baby."

    "Yeah yeah," Emily replied, pulling away from her only

    to be hugged by Michael. "I'll miss you, too."

    They both got into the SUV, Jessica waving from the passenger

    seat.

    "Don't wreck the house too bad," she said as they drove

    away.

    Emily waved them off, eager to have the house to herself.

    Hopefully being able to go all out without having to worry about
    being heard would cheer her up. She entered the house and made a
    beeline up the stairs and into her parents' room. She found the key
    to their expansive walk-in closet in its usual hiding spot, and, like
    always, marveled at its contents.

    There was one thing above all else that made Emily certain that

    she was was her parents' daughter: her libido. She had been
    masturbating multiple times a day before she even knew what sex was.
    Then, one night in middle school, she found out what Michael and
    Jessica Tenner were "playing" every night in their bedroom.
    She had stared transfixed through the crack in the door, blown away
    at how something that big could fit inside of her Mama. That
    experience had actually led to a bit of confusion when she discovered
    pornography, since all the guys in it were so tiny. It wasn't until
    later on that she realized that her mother wasn't the only
    ridiculously endowed person in the family.

    It wasn't long after that event that she had figured out where her

    parents kept their "toys", which brought her back to the
    present moment. Behind a huge rack of clothes was a veritable shrine
    to sex. A huge assortment of items lined the walls and filled the
    shelves: lingerie, bondage gear, cock rings, anal beads, strap-ons;
    there was even a disassembled sex swing sitting in the corner of the
    room. What Emily was interested in, though, was the shelf filled
    entirely with neatly-arranged dildos.

    Figuring she had all weekend to work her way up to the more

    intense sizes, she decided to start small, picking up a green,
    eight-inch vibrator. After washing it in the bathroom sink, she
    stripped naked and went to her bedroom.

    She fell onto her bed and began teasing her clit. It never took

    her very long to get going, and in no time at all her juices were
    already overflowing and dripping onto the sheets. She brought the end
    of the vibrator to her slit, and this time she didn't imagine it
    belonging to some random porn actor, and instead pretended it
    belonged to Jacob. She imagined him laying over her, getting ready to
    penetrate her for the first time.

    He'd be gentle, slowly inserting his rod to make sure he didn't

    hurt her. She gradually pushed the vibrator into her pussy, inch by
    inch, until it was fully inside her. She moaned in pleasure, her hips
    twitching upwards at irregular intervals.

    Jacob would look deep into her eyes and ask her if she was okay.

    "Hmm. Your cock feels so good in my pussy, Jacob."

    He'd begin thrusting, still taking care to not be too rough. Emily

    pumped the vibrator with one hand while fingering her clit with the
    other.

    "Harder, Jacob! Fuck me harder!"

    She quickened her pace, thrusting the toy in and out of her as she

    imagined Jacob moaning in her ear. Her pleasure built to a crescendo.

    "Cum inside me! Fill me up with your cum!"

    She came, her inner walls repeatedly clenching around the vibrator

    as she imagined Jacob pumping her with his sperm. She writhed in
    pleasure for nearly a full minute before relaxing, her breathing
    short and rapid in post-orgasmic bliss. She pulled the vibrator out
    of her pussy and brought it to her mouth, licking up her juices while
    pretending it was mixed with Jacob's cum.

    She went on like this for hours, cumming around twenty times

    before she lost count. Her body never seemed to tire when it came to
    sexual pleasure, though she never really thought much of it. After
    all, it wasn't uncommon for her to hear her parents going at it all
    day.

    She probably could've kept going all night, but she eventually

    decided it was time for bed and took a shower. After using the shower
    head to get in one more quick orgasm, she washed herself off and went
    to bed.

    She hugged her pillow as she tried to sleep, still feeling a bit

    down. A good masturbation session usually made her feel better, but
    this time there was a constant twinge of disappointment in the back
    of her mind. It was too bad that her imaginary partner would forever
    remain imaginary.



    When Emily woke up she felt; different, somehow. Confused, she

    brought her hands to her face to rub the sleep out of her eyes; and
    immediately froze. Her heart began to race as she desperately tried
    to feel for something that miraculously seemed to be missing.

    Excitement building, she rushed to the master bathroom and gasped

    at the girl staring back at her through the mirror. Her face was
    completely unblemished, covered in perfectly clear, silky-smooth
    skin. She ran her fingers across her cheek in wonder. Looking down,
    she found the rest of her body in the same condition; absolutely
    perfect olive skin from head to toe.

    That wasn't all, though. She was curvier. A lot curvier.

    It seemed she had gotten wider in all of the right places; her hips
    and thighs were noticeably thicker, and her ass had plumped up quite
    a bit as well. She groped her tits, and they were definitely heavier,
    fuller; about the size of a pair of grapefruits. Even her nipples;
    which in the course of her examinations had become rock hard; had
    grown longer and thicker.

    Just to be sure she wasn't hallucinating or something, she went

    back to her room and tried putting on some of her clothes. She was
    pretty sure her panties felt tighter, but she got clear
    confirmation of her growth when she tried to pull on one of her pairs
    of jeans. The denim stretched tightly over her thighs, and she really
    had to struggle to get the waist of the jeans past her hips and ass.
    When she finally managed to pull them fully on, she felt like her
    entire lower body was caught in a vice. She didn't even bother trying
    to do up the button, dismissing it as a lost cause.

    Emily could feel wetness soaking into her panties as she picked

    out a bra with mounting excitement. She slipped both arms through the
    straps with practiced ease, letting the cups slip under the curve of
    her tits. That wonderful, unfamiliar tightness gripped her chest as
    she reached back and, with some difficulty, hooked on the back straps
    of the bra. She reached under each cup and adjusted herself as best
    she could, but there was only so much she could do. Her tits were
    absolutely squashed into the too-small undergarment, flesh
    bulging outwards over the top of the cups. After admiring herself for
    a bit longer, she slipped on a red v-neck that, like the rest of her
    outfit, felt tighter than before.

    By all rights she should've been terribly uncomfortable, but she

    was thrilled by the tightness hugging her body, as if she were about
    to burst out of her outfit at any second.

    She walked back into the bathroom and gazed at herself in the

    mirror. She was; she was hot! Her hips flared out much wider than her
    waist, her ass was a perfect "apple bottom", with her
    cheeks jutting outward at a sharp angle from her waist and thighs,
    and her tits were skirting the border between "big" and
    "huge."

    To top it all off was her perfect, clear face. Though, now that

    she thought about it, was she always this; good looking? Frowning,
    she studied herself closer, feeling the contours of her face. She
    didn't think her facial structure had changed at all.
    Putting aside all the changes to the rest of her body, was clearing
    up her acne really all it took to make her feel so; pretty?

    Was that what Jacob saw in her? Her heart fluttered at the thought

    of him. Maybe he'd ask her out again when he saw how hot she had
    become. Maybe; maybe she felt good enough for him, now?

    ; Was that shallow of her?

    She shook her head. She could worry about that later. Right now

    she really needed to get off. It had been a long time since
    she felt this horny. She pulled down her pants, exposing her
    dripping sex. As much as she loved the feeling of her tight jeans,
    there was no way she was going to be able to fit a hand down there
    without taking them off.

    She cleared a space on the bathroom counter and climbed up,

    getting up close and personal with her own reflection. Standing on
    her knees, she leaned back and ran her fingers over her labia before
    attacking her clit. A shockwave of pleasure coursed through her, her
    nub seeming even more sensitive than usual. As she continued playing
    with it, she was starting to think that even it had gotten a
    bit bigger.

    First two, then three fingers inserted themselves into her eager

    pussy, pumping in and out of her as her thumb continued to rub at her
    clit. Deciding that she needed to get a feel for her new tits as
    well, she roughly pulled up her shirt and bra. Two big, beautiful
    tits slipped out from under her clothes, bouncing hypnotically as
    they escaped the confines of her top. With the hand she wasn't using
    to finger herself, she grabbed at a nipple. As her fingers pinched at
    the hard pink nub, she let out a surprised and ecstatic squeak. It
    was so sensitive! She had never felt anything like it before!

    She pulled her other hand away from her pussy and moaned as she

    pinched her other nipple. Reveling in the newfound sensations, she
    began groping and jiggling her new assets, all the while pulling and
    twisting roughly at her nipples. After only a few moments, her body
    rocked in orgasm, pleasure radiating out from her tits and suffusing
    itself throughout her entire body. She forced open her eyes and
    stared in awe at the curvy vixen in the mirror writhing in front of
    her.

    Her breathing shifted from helpless gasps to heavy panting as her

    orgasm ceased. She stared at her tits in amazement. She didn't even
    know it was possible to cum with her tits! These changes to
    her body just kept getting better and better!

    That thought brought her back to reality. What was going on with

    all of this, anyway? A late growth spurt? If so, then this had to
    have been the fastest growth spurt in history. She'd certainly never
    heard of anyone's tits going from a modest handful to the size of
    grapefruits in one night. Should she be worried?

    Looking back at her reflection, she decided to just roll with it

    for now. All of the changes were positive, and she felt amazing.
    She may as well enjoy it.



    Emily groggily opened her eyes, confused at her unfamiliar

    surroundings.

    Oh, that's right. She had spent the entire day masturbating,

    pretty much confining herself to her parents' bedroom so that she
    could have easy access to their toy collection. She had no idea how
    many times she came, but she had worked her way up to an impressive
    twelve-inch dildo before finally collapsing in exhaustion on her mom
    and dad's bed.

    Yawning, she got up and trudged to her room, making a mental note

    to clean the toys that were still s

    38 min
  • Power of Dirndls & Lederhosen: Part 2
    Power of Dirndls and Lederhosen: Part 2
    Hans finds his confidence and the fraulein, too.

    Based on the post by cb summers,

    in 2 parts. Listen to
    the ►
    Podcast at Connected.


    PART TWO – October 6, 1992

    Normally I found it impossible to be spontaneous around hot

    chicks like this, but something about being in that costume, thinking about my
    grandfather’s irrepressible charm brought out a boldness in me
    which I didn’t normally possess. I put my arm around this hot,
    blue-eyed fraulein and said, in my worst German accent, “Yah,
    and dis here is mein liebchen, Helga Boob en schteen.”

    She corrected me comically, “Not Boob en schteen,

    Boob en schtein!” Everyone in the entire room laughed themselves silly.
    Then Helga loudly introduced the girls. “May I introducen mein fellow
    pledges from ze Tau Nu Upsilon Sorority? Ya, dis here is Gertruda Cock
    en suck en.”

    Everyone laughed at her crude pun, but I clicked my heels

    together very seriously, like a proper Austrian man, and said “Guten abend, Gertruda,”
    then I bowed and kissed the back of the adorable redhead’s soft little
    hand.

    Helga went on, pointing to a busty little African American

    girl, who looked quite stunning in her bright orange dirndl. “And zis here
    is little Heidi Ho. Yah, she’s an actual ho!” I clicked my heels
    together, and kissed Heidi’s hand. “And dis vun here ist Muschi von
    Kitten licker.” Muschi, who had short black hair and snow-white
    skin, leaned forward and presented her cheek to me, so I kissed it, laying my
    lips on the second female of my life. Her skin was as soft as silk.

    Helga gestured toward a cute blonde with bright pink circles

    painted on her cheeks, saying, “And, finally, mein beste freunden,
    Hildegard Fuck me up the ass en stein, the third.” Hildegard laughed,
    then turned and wiggled her ass at me. I bowed deeply and said, “Very
    nice to meet you, Herr Fuck me up the ass en stein.” She wiggled her ass
    again, right in my face, so I leaned down a little farther and kissed her right
    on her behind, and the crowd went wild. I was surprising the shit out of
    myself. My grandfather’s DNA was having a field day with my confidence. I
    raised my oversized prop stein, and shouted, “Beer! Ve must haff beer!”

    Helga had an identical stein, and so we filled them together

    from the keg and chugged them while everyone clapped, until they were empty. I
    saw that beer was leaking out of her defective stein and dripping all over her
    glorious, copper colored cleavage, making her white top wet enough for me to
    see the lacy blue bra she was wearing under it. Oh shit. I couldn’t take
    my eyes off her tits. She caught me looking, but instead of getting mad, she
    just looked down at her breasts and said, “Oops. I can be zo clumzy zometimes, liebchen!
    You know how I am!” She ran her fingers over her soaked cleavage.

    I don’t know what came over me, but I took her wrist

    in my hand and said, clicking my heels together, “Allow me, fraulein Boob
    en schtein.” And I wrapped my lips around her fingertips and licked
    them dry of beer. She just stared at me with the biggest smile on her face, and
    her eyes twinkling. My god! Who was I?

    I had no idea what to do next, but some joker saved me by

    playing a polka on the stereo. Without missing a beat, Helga shouted,
    “Shall ve dance, mein liebchen?” She
    didn’t even wait for me to answer. She just grabbed my hand and dragged
    me to the middle of the floor and we started to polka.

    I’d been to a few polkas when I was a kid, so I knew

    the basic moves, and a few of the special ones, and I guess Helga had been to a
    few polkas too, because she kept right up with me. Soon, everyone was clapping
    and cheering and snapping photographs, and at least ten others, who knew how to
    polka, joined in, including Heidi Ho! Where a black girl learned to polka is
    anybody’s guess. When the song finally ended, I lifted my stein and
    shouted the traditional Oktoberfest starting cheer, which for some reason
    popped to mind even though I thought I’d forgotten it years ago “O'
    zapft is! The Keg Is Tapped! Let Oktoberfest Begin!”

    After the ear-splitting cheer, the music switched back to

    hip hop, and the lights dimmed, and the disco lights began to flash, and soon
    Helga and I were dancing in the center of a crowd, this time gyrating like
    fools, just like everyone else on the dance floor. By the third song, I was
    utterly smitten with her. She had such a bold, fearless spirit, that I just let
    all of my nerdy inhibitions go, and danced, not caring how stupid I looked,
    because my eyes were glued to her. Her breasts. Her coppery face. Her
    stunning, sky-blue eyes. And she was looking right back at me, sometimes
    smiling, but sometimes with an expression on her face that reminded me of the
    expression I’d seen on Briona’s face while Troy was
    fucking her. Damn. Helga was giving me sex face! It was unbelievably cool!

    The third song was a raunchy rap song that was bit that

    year, Baby Got Back, and suddenly Heidi Ho, Helga’s black friend,
    appeared in front of me and started grinding her ass against my crotch.
    I’d never danced like this before, but there were other couples doing it,
    so I put my hands on her hips and grinded away. I started to get a boner, so I
    turned around, afraid she might feel it. But then Gertruda Cocken sucken,
    an adorable freckle-faced girl, with vivid red hair, started grinding her ass
    into my crotch instead, apparently unconcerned about the fact that I was
    rubbing my erection against her. Or maybe even enjoying it! It was an
    incredible feeling. Then Heidi put her arms around me from behind, and started
    grinding her crotch against my ass, and now I was sandwiched between two
    Bavarian hotties, feeling Heidi’s firm tits rubbing all over my back. My
    mind was now officially blown. But I rolled with it. Why the fuck not? It was
    Oktoberfest!

    Midnight in the campus park.

    Then when that song ended, Hildegard Fuck me up

    the ass en stein switched with Heidi, and Helga von Boob en schtein switched
    with Gertruda, and now I was feeling Helga’s large, coppery tits
    flopping back and forth across my back. Hildegard was a bit drunk by this time,
    so she leaned forward and started rubbing her ass up and down, grinding her
    pussy against my cock, making it look exactly like I was fucking her. She even
    started making orgasmic sounds. And I realized that in all likelihood, my cock
    was actually rubbing against more than just her ass. In fact, it might be
    rubbing right against her tight little pussy! Shit, this was getting way out of
    hand! Then I noticed that the older sisters in her sorority were watching us
    with great amusement. Maybe this was part of their initiation ceremony. But I
    didn’t care. If she wanted to dry hump me in a room full of people, more
    power to her. She even grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands up to her tits! Oh
    shit! They weren’t all that big, but I could feel the hard lumps of her
    nipples bouncing under my fingers as I squeezed her little grapefruits.

    I began to feel the warning signs of an impending orgasm

    coming on strong. Oh my god, I was going to blow my load feeling the first tits
    of my life! But at just the last minute, the final girl in Helga’s
    harem, Muschi von Kittenlicker, pushed Hildegard aside, but
    instead of grinding her ass against mine, she faced me and started gyrating
    against me in time with Helga behind me. Now two sexy women were rubbing her
    tits against me, and my cock got enough of a reprieve that my urge to cum faded
    mercifully away.

    Muschi’s paper pale face was flush with

    devastating sexiness, but she wasn’t looking at me. She was looking past
    me at Helga. And in spite of how much I was enjoying this once-in-a-lifetime
    experience, I think I detected pure infatuation in Muschi’s expression.
    She didn’t make eye contact with me even once, but she kept licking her
    lips as if she wanted to kiss someone. I bent toward her, suddenly excited
    about kissing another girl, but she just shifted to the other side, her eyes
    staring past me, and looking down at Helga’s ample cleavage. Oh shit, she
    wants to kiss her friend! I turned to look at Helga’s beautiful copper
    colored face in the flashing disco light, but she appeared to be totally
    unaware of Muschi’s lustful looks.

    The song changed, and now all the Bavarian girls crowded

    around me and began to rub their bodies and asses, all over me. It was dark,
    and the lights were flashing, and I had no idea who was who, but my hand
    definitely squeezed another girl’s breast for a few seconds, maybe Heidi
    Ho’s and I also fondled a couple of their asses, running my fingers over
    their delightful ass-cracks. It was almost like I was in some kind of fully
    clothed orgy!

    But then, halfway through the song, a hand grasped mine, and

    pulled me off the dance floor. It was Helga Boobenschtein. She grinned
    back at me as she pulled me out the front door, leaving her friends behind,
    obviously sick of sharing me with them. She wanted me all to herself. That was
    just fine with me. It was getting pretty weird anyway. Helga and I ran hand in
    hand through the campus, laughing like lunatics. I suppose the beer had gone to
    our heads, because we were utterly silly with hilarity. I never was much of a
    drinker. When we’d run ourselves tired, we sat down on a bench, still
    holding hands.

    After she caught her breath, she said in her regular voice,

    “I lied to you earlier, my name’s not really Helga Boobenschtein.”

    “Ach du lieber! I’m shocked! Is

    it Boobenschteen after all?”

    She laughed and said, “No. My real name is Annie

    Stoltz. And yes, that is a German name.”

    I dropped the accent and said, “You sure don’t

    look German!”

    “No, my mother’s Brazilian. I got my black hair

    and dark skin from her. But I learned to polka from my dad. He also gave me
    these eyes.” Indeed, her eyes were the most amazing baby-blue color
    I’d ever seen. They almost glowed against her copper colored face.

    “Well, I have a surprise for you too. I’m not

    really Helmutt von Wiener. My name is Hans Willis.”

    Annie laughed, “You have German name too? That’s

    too perfect!”

    “My grandpa’s from Austria, and my

    grandma from my mother’s side is Bavarian.”

    “Oh my god. What are the odds that two

    half-Germans would meet at an Oktoberfest party in Illinois, dressed in
    matching costumes? It’s a good thing I don’t believe in fate, or
    I’d say it was fate.”

    I laughed, “I don’t believe in fate, either, but

    show me the evidence, and I’ll be happy to reconsider. But in any large
    sampling, like life, coincidences are bound to happen. And they have to happen
    to somebody. In this case, to us.”

    “Spoken like a true scientist, Hans.”

    I smiled. But for some reason, I wanted to avoid talking

    about science. That’s what had derailed my date with Briona. So
    instead I said, “That party was off the hook!”

    She blushed. “I’m sorry about the girls.

    They’re a bunch of sluts. Except for Muschi, her real name is
    Barbara. She’s a lesbian.”

    “Yeah. I kinda noticed. And I think she has the

    hot for you, Annie.”

    Annie laughed, “I know. I know. I keep telling her

    I’m not into it, but she just won’t give up. But I love
    her to death. And you enjoyed our little dance, didn’t you?”

    I had no words for how much I’d enjoyed our dance. So

    I just blushed and smiled.

    She laughed and squeezed my hand, giving me a strange erotic

    thrill. Then she said, “I’ve seen you around the labs. What’s
    your major?”

    “General science.”

    She grinned, “Yeah? I might do that too, but I’m

    just a freshman. I’m taking a bunch of different classes this year until
    I figure out what my passion is. But it’s definitely in the sciences. I
    love science. I love science. I’m taking this biology class right now,
    and we’re learning all about the…”

    As she bubbled with enthusiasm about biology, her face

    absolutely glowed, in spite of her dark skin. She just seemed to radiate a
    luminosity that filled my heart with a feeling so powerful that I was on the
    verge of laughter or tears. I had the overpowering urge to tell her how much I
    loved science too, but remembering how things went with Briona, I did
    something else instead.

    I kissed her.

    It was a sudden impulse, perhaps inspired by Grandpa’s

    mischievous DNA, and I acted on it without getting hung up by my normal
    crippling uncertainty. I didn’t even wait for her to finish her current
    sentence. I just leaned toward her and planted my lips on hers. She
    didn’t push me away or slap my face. Instead, she threw her arms around
    me, pulled me closer on the bench, and kissed me back, deeply, passionately,
    lustfully as if she’d been waiting for this moment her entire life. Her
    mouth opened and our tongues began to polka. This sweet, funny, brainy girl was
    a seething well of passion under that fun-loving surface. She was moaning into
    my mouth in no time at all, clearly enjoying this amazing kiss every bit as
    much as me.

    We must have made quite a tableau in our costumes, making

    out like crazy on a bench in the center of the quad, illuminated by a nearby
    streetlight. I could hear people walking by, occasionally snickering or making
    crude comments. But I didn’t care. This was my first French kiss, and I
    had no intention of letting embarrassment cut it short. And the longer we
    kissed, the more I dialed out the rest of the world, until there was only the
    two of us, and our tongues, and our lips, and our hearts.

    Suddenly she turned and straddled me, and I enjoyed the feel

    of her breasts heaving against my chest. By this time I had a massive erection,
    so I held her back a bit, to prevent her from feeling it.

    She started shivering, and said, “My legs are

    freezing”. I took that as an invitation to help warm them up, so I put my
    hands on her calves, which were splayed out on the bench on my left and right.
    Some girls, like Muschi, have baby-soft skin, but not Annie. Her skin felt
    thick and smooth and was covered with a soft, almost invisible peach fuzz.
    The feel of her flesh made my cock throb with desire. I’d never felt
    anything so amazing in my life. It felt like suede leather, only softer and
    suppler.

    She began humming happily in my mouth as I rubbed her

    calves. I moved my hands up higher, my fingers slipping under the edge of her
    skirt to rub her soft thighs. Then with each stroke of my hands, I went a
    little higher under her skirt. I expected her to tell me to stop at any moment,
    but she didn’t. Finally my fingertips touched the edge of her panties,
    and a few strokes later my hands were all the way onto her ass, cheeks,
    squeezing them through the soft, stretchy cotton of her undies. She giggled, but
    she didn’t make me stop. I loved the feel of her ass wiggling under my
    hands as she laughed.

    Then, unexpectedly, she slid forward on my lap, pressing her

    crotch against my hard on. She gave a lustful little gasp, as did I. I
    couldn’t believe how well this was going! The only thing separating my
    cock from her pussy was a few thin layers of fabric. It was insanely erotic,
    and all the while we explored each other’s mouths with our tongues,
    absolutely breathless with passion.

    We kissed and kissed and kissed in this position for the

    longest time. The campus clock struck 1, then 2. I couldn’t believe
    we’d been at it for so long. But I knew it couldn’t last forever.
    There were classes tomorrow and we were both dedicated students. So, reluctantly,
    we pulled back and just looked into each other’s eyes for a while. I
    found that to be ten times more intimate than kissing. For the first time in my
    life, I could look into a woman’s eyes without glancing away nervously
    after a few seconds. I could look into Annie’s baby-blue eyes forever.

    Carnal Knowledge In the Woods.

    She said, “Would you care to escort me back to my

    dorm, liebchen?”

    “But of course, fraulein.” I was sad when

    she squirmed off my lap. I had the sinking feeling that this was a one shot
    deal. In the light of day she’d notice how crooked my teeth were.
    She’d notice my acne scars and wiry hair. But we walked, hand in
    hand, like boyfriend and girlfriend, and I started to think, maybe, just maybe,
    a second date?

    She led me on a roundabout route, rather than the direct way

    to her dorm. It took us into the dimly lit park next to Davenport ravine, which
    was totally deserted. We waded through drifts of fallen leaves. I put my arm
    around her waist and snuggled her close. My palm was tucked right under her
    right breast, which would occasionally bounce down against the top of my thumb,
    giving me an incredible thrill each and every time. I was trembling with lust.
    I wanted to move my hand higher, but I was afraid of overstepping. But then it
    occurred to me that Annie was my girl now. I don’t know how I knew it, I
    just did. It gave me the confidence to cup her breast in my hand. She hummed
    and leaned her head against mine and squeezed my waist tighter. We walked that
    way for a while. I thrilled at the feel of her soft, squishy boob bouncing
    playfully in my fingers. I even felt her nipple getting harder against my palm.
    And the heft of her breast was amazing. The bulge in my lederhosen was pointing
    straight ahead.

    I could see the bright windows of her dorm getting closer

    over the treetops, and I knew this magical night would soon be over. This was a
    girl’s only dorm. Boys weren’t allowed in at any time. But she
    steered me off the path toward a huge thicket of bushes near the center of the
    park. Then she got down on her hands and knees and said, “Follow me, Hans.”
    She crawled into a dark opening in the branches, which I’d never noticed
    before. I followed. It was a dark and thorny little tunnel, but I could see her
    silhouette ahead of me, and I could hear the thorns scratching at the edges of
    her skirt. A chill of fear swept through me suddenly. Fear of the unknown, I
    guess. Fear of dark places.

    The thorny tunnel took a few twists and turns, but

    eventually I saw her crawling out into the moonlight ahead of me. She stood up
    and smiled at me as I climbed out of the tunnel into a small clearing in the
    center of the giant thicket. I wondered how many people knew about this
    secret place?

    We were totally alone. Moonlight twinkled in her eyes and we

    kissed again. She pulled me close, then pulled me over with her into
    a pile of leaves that had collected in the center of the clearing. We laughed.
    I kneeled over her, my legs straddling her thighs. I looked down, mystified by
    her beautiful moonlit face. She put her hands on her blouse and pulled the
    front of it down, all the while looking at me with an intensely trusting and

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  • Power of Dirndls & Lederhosen: Part 1
    The Power of Dirndls And Lederhosen: Part 1
    Hans channels his grandfather’s German roots, to overcome his
    inadequacies with women.

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    September 22

    October was almost here. Outside, a cold, gusty wind was

    blowing the freshly fallen leaves across the campus commons. But I was warm in
    my room, snuggled under the covers, devouring chapter seven of Advanced Organic
    Chemistry. I had a test scheduled for the next morning, but studying
    wasn’t a chore for a nerd like me. It was a joy. I was basking in the
    awesome power of carbon, and the stunning ways it had chemically combined with
    other compounds over the unimaginable eons of time to form the very basis of life
    itself.

    I loved learning. I loved science. I loved textbooks. They

    allowed me to escape myself. In textbooks I wasn’t a loveless,
    lonely virgin. I wasn’t an awkward, babbling dork. I didn’t have a
    disappointing body with deep pockmarks from a high-school bout with
    acne, and crooked teeth from parents too poor to pay for braces. And I
    didn’t become embarrassingly tongue-tied in the presence of hotties,
    because there were no hotties in textbooks. There wasn’t even a me.
    Lost in the mysteries and majesty of science, I became the universe
    itself. Immortal. Beautiful. Content.

    It was a blessed relief from all the stress I’d been

    under of late. You see, I could understand carbon. I could understand DNA. I
    could understand calculus, non-Euclidean geometry and superstring theory. But
    girls? They were a total mystery to me.

    My roommate Troy had been trying to share his

    ‘wisdom’ about the fairer sex with me, but it wasn’t easy for
    me to take his advice. After all, he was a Neanderthal. Normally, I avoided
    guys like him. You know, big dumb lunks, with handsome faces, muscular
    bodies, and cocky attitudes. Troy was willfully ignorant about the natural
    world. He didn’t believe in evolution, because it just didn’t make
    sense to him, but he did believe in Bigfoot because he saw a movie about it
    once. I mean, he was just an idiot. I never would have chosen a guy like him to
    be my roommate, but my roomie for the last two years suddenly transferred to
    Columbia just before school started in September, so Troy, was assigned to me
    at random.

    I’ll never forget the day I met the big dope. He

    swaggered into my room as if he owned the place. He was tall and broad, with a
    thick, strong neck, short tan hair, and an infuriating air of confidence. I
    hated him instantly. But I resolved to try to get along with him, so I said,
    “Hi. I’m Hans. Hans Willis.”

    He replied, “Look dude, here’s the

    deal I’m gonna fuck a lot of girls in this room, so we need to work out
    some kinda arrangement. If you see a sock hanging on the doorknob, don’t
    come in. Got it? Just assume I’m boning some chick. I don’t care if
    you have to sleep in the lobby, don’t come between me and my pussy. But
    don’t worry, same rules apply for both of us. If I see the
    sock, I’ll stay out too. Those are now the house rules. Name’s
    Troy, by the way.” He held his fist out for me to bump, so I bumped
    it.

    A Crushing Defeat To The Neanderthal.

    But the one girl I actually did go on one date with,

    that September, ended up becoming my roommate’s main fuck
    buddy, Briona. She’s maybe the smartest female in the science department,
    but her primal desires led her to the neanderthal, Troy.  It
    wasn’t even a week after my one feeble date. Briona basically
    ignored me in class, and I was miserable. I became depressed and stayed in my
    dorm, sulking myself to sleep.

    So there I was, lost in my textbook on a cold September

    evening, when voices in the hallway brought me out of my reverie. They stopped
    in front of my door and began to talk back and forth in hushed tones. I
    recognized Troy’s voice. He started talking loudly. “No, really, don’t
    worry about my roommate. He’s asleep. Sleeps like a fucking log.”

    A girl’s voice whispered, “Really? I don’t

    know about this. Are you sure?”

    He answered loudly, “Yeah, I toldja, he’s

    on some kinda meds to keep his acne from coming back. Those things knock him
    out like a light. It’s actually kinda bizarre. Hey, why don’t you
    see for yourself?”

    He was fumbling with his keys, and then he dropped them

    loudly on the floor. I realized with shock that he was hoping I’d hear
    him so I could pretend to be asleep. I was gripped with utter terror.
    He’d never done anything like this before. He usually called me if
    he wanted to bring a girl over, to give me time to clear out. But he must have
    met this girl at some late night party, and didn’t think
    I’d agree to leaving the room at 2:15 in the morning.
    So what was his plan? He wanted me to stay? To, what? Pretend to
    be asleep while he fucked this girl? It was a crazy idea! Utterly indecent!
    Utterly wonderful! Two conflicting thoughts raced through my head at the same time.
    One: I don’t have time for this! I have to study! Two: Oh holy shit, oh
    holy shit, shit,!

    What a position to put me in! But I felt I had no choice but

    to play possum! I heard the key clicking into place, so I barely had time to
    put my books on the floor, flip out my bedside lamp, and yank the covers
    messily over my head before the door swung open. I didn’t see them coming
    in, but I heard their voices.

    He said, in a normal voice, “See? What did I tell you?

    Out like a light.”

    She whispered, “No, really?”

    The door closed, and he said, “Here. Let me show

    you.” He tromped over to me, shook me and shouted, “Wake up,
    roomie! The building’s on fire!” Then he leaned down close enough
    to whisper, “Please, Hans. Just go with it.” I didn’t make a
    peep, so he said loudly, “What did I tell you? Dead to the world. It’s
    just you and me, sweetheart.’

    She giggled and whispered, “Damn. Those must be some

    killer meds. Which one does he take? Xeotrex, or Iso…”

    She fell silent. From the sound of the wet little smacking

    sounds I heard, he must have started kissing her to stop her questions. Damn,
    what a caveman he was. But she didn’t complain. Soon she was making
    hungry little moans and wet slobbering gasps and groans. Oh shit. I
    couldn’t believe they were making out, right there in my room! My cock
    started to harden. It was a good thing I’d turned to my side, or she
    might have seen a volcano rising under my sheets.

    I just lay there in shock for the next five minutes, unable

    to block out those sexy sounds. I couldn’t believe this was actually
    happening. But it only got more shocking when I heard the unmistakable sound of
    a belt buckle clinking open. Troy moaned, “Oh yeah, baby. Fuck
    yeah.”

    She giggled, saying, “Let’s see what you got in

    here, big boy. Oh, hot damn. It’s so big. Damn. My fingers barely fit
    around it. Fuck. I gotta get a taste of that.” Then she inhaled and made
    a wet slurping sound.

    Troy moaned deeply, “Oh, fuck.”

    Up to that very moment, I’d had no intention of

    peeking. But once I realized that a girl was giving Troy a blowjob just a few
    feet away from me, and the only thing that stood between them and my eyes was
    my blanket, well I just couldn’t resist. I had to see. I just had to! So
    I slowly moved my hand up to my face and began to tug at the blanket to form a
    shadowy little opening to peep through. The first thing I saw was Troy’s
    rapturous face, illuminated by his bedside light. He looked right at me. I
    thought he’d be pissed, but he just smiled and put his finger to his
    lips, then pointed down, grinning like a birthday boy showing off his brand new
    BB gun.

    With that encouragement, I pulled the opening a little more

    open, and laid my eyes on a sight that absolutely shook me to the core.

    Briona Skorsczi was on her knees sucking my

    roommate’s big fat cock.

    I couldn’t have been more shocked if I’d

    suddenly seen my family being eaten by a Tyrannosaurus Rex. It was horrifying,
    yet I couldn’t look away. I just couldn’t. Briona’s big,
    beautiful nose was bobbing forward and back, her glasses sliding down to the
    tip as she sucked him into her beautiful mouth. Her delightful bunny teeth were
    sliding gently over the raw, naked flesh of that frighteningly huge cock of
    his. It had to be eight or nine inches long. Maybe more.

    She must have taken off her coat and shirt before getting on

    her knees, because I saw her enormous tits absolutely straining to escape the
    confines of her lacy white bra. I’d been right all along. She had been
    hiding a smoking hot body under all those baggy clothes. Her tits were even
    bigger than I’d suspected, probably full D cups, and her creamy white
    cleavage was wiggling like a bowl of Jell-O as she slurped Troy’s cock
    with increasing eagerness.

    I watched all of this in utter shock. I couldn’t

    believe this was actually happening. The sweet, innocent, genius of my dreams
    was polishing a Neanderthal’s knob. It was wrong on so many levels; I
    just couldn’t wrap my head around it. How the hell had he met her anyway?
    I hadn’t told either of them about each other, but Prairie Tech
    wasn’t a very big college, so this was just one of those random
    coincidences that happen from time to time. Only this time it was happening to
    me, goddamn it!

    It was heartbreaking to watch. But I had to. I had to. Those

    full, beautiful lips, which I’d been too timid to kiss, were now sliding
    and slurping over the bulbous head of Troy’s throbbing meat. And her
    delicate pink tongue, which had said so many fascinating things to me over the
    course of our evening together, was now slipping out, and flicking that
    sensitive spot on the underside of his glans. All the while she stroked his
    long shaft with those delicate hands I’d imagined holding in my own. Then
    she lifted his shaft, leaned forward and slurped his big, hairless balls into
    her mouth, making him grab his bedside table for support.

    “Oh fuck. Suck my balls, bitch. Yeah, so fucking good.”

    I watched her lick every inch of his veiny shaft, her big

    beautiful nose occasionally bending in contact with his cock, which I found
    particularly obscene. Then she kissed her way back to the tip of his salami and
    began gobbling him forward and back in long swooping moves, making her brown
    hair bob and bounce, taking him deeper and deeper into her throat with each
    stroke. She began to drool copiously, coating his cock with so much slime that
    long strands of slobber dripped down onto her creamy white cleavage. God, I
    just about passed out at the sight of it. She tilted her head lithely side to
    side as she gulped his phallus, literally swallowing it until I could actually
    see the end of his massive member distorting her willowy neck! It was
    astonishing. She was making loud, wet gasping sounds, but unbelievably, she
    wasn’t choking on his cock; not one tiny bit.

    That’s when it dawned on me that she wasn’t a

    sweet little shy virgin after all. She’d obviously sucked a cock or
    twelve in her time. Hell, for all I knew, she did this sort of thing every
    single night of the year. I’d completely misjudged her. She hadn’t
    turned me down because she was too busy. She’d turned me down because I
    was a coward.

    Looking back, I suddenly realized that she’d been

    waiting for me to make some kind of move all night during our date. Now with
    hindsight twenty twenty, I could remember at least half a dozen
    opportunities for intimacy that I’d passed up. I could have held her hand
    at the art show. I could have sat next to her at dinner. I could have put my
    arm over her shoulder on the walk to her place. And that awkward silence
    before she closed the door? She’d definitely wanted me to kiss her!

    Idiot! Why Didn’t I Fucking Kiss Her? And if I

    had, then what? Would she have pulled me inside? Would she have dropped to
    her knees and pulled out my cock and started sucking me, just like she did with
    Troy? And then what? Would she have fucked me too?! Oh shit. I blew
    it. I fucking blew it.

    I closed the gap in my blankets, and closed my eyes, trying

    to stifle my sobs of crushing regret. Oh god, I was a pathetic excuse for a
    man. I wasn’t a man at all! I was a fucking Boy! Troy may have been a
    stupid caveman who didn’t believe in evolution, but did believe that a
    magnetic wristband could make you run faster, but nevertheless, he was still
    twice the man as me. My pitiful erection faded away and I silently wept,
    feeling lower and more useless than I’d ever felt in my life.

    Okay. I must admit. I was wallowing a bit. But then I

    heard Briona say, “I want you to cream on my tits, baby.”

    I instantly forgot my misery, and opened the flap again,

    just in time to see her reaching behind her back and unhooking her bra. It popped
    open and her big pale breasts fell into view. My cock leapt fully erect again.
    Her nipples were puffy and pink. Oh god, her tits were more magnificent than I
    could have ever imagined. Troy grabbed her head with both hands and began
    fucking her face hard and fast. Then he stiffened up, arched his back and let
    out a long, gut-wrenching, guttural groan. She pulled back and presented her
    tits to him, while she jerked his long pipe with one hand. I saw his nuts
    literally jumping, then ropes of glistening white ropes shot out of
    him, splooging all over her breasts and neck. She jerked it out of
    him with expert yanks, until her cleavage was dripping with goo. Then she
    leaned forward and sucked his cock head while squeezing his balls, making him
    squirt another shot into her mouth. She looked up at him over her glasses and
    opened her mouth, and let the cum slowly drip out of it onto her
    tits. Oh fucking christ! It was so fucking Filthy! Then she ran both hands
    over her breasts, spreading his shiny cum all over until she her tits were
    glistening.

    He couldn’t stand up any longer, so he plopped down

    onto his bed, and fell onto his back. Briona stood up, and quickly
    stripped out of her shoes, jeans and panties, a sight that made my eyes nearly
    pop out of their sockets. She had an incredible ass and a stunningly narrow
    waist. What a figure! She was built like a movie star! Her back was to me now,
    so I reached into my shorts and wrapped my hand around my throbbing hard cock
    and started jerking off as quietly as I could manage. She leaned forward to
    yank Troy’s pants off, giving me an amazing view of her extremely hairy
    pussy. It was big, bushy and brown, but fucking hot as hell. I couldn’t
    make out her pussy lips, but I didn’t care. I just stared up her ass
    crack, jacking off like the pathetic little perv I was, my cock lubricated by
    the copious amounts of precum it was weeping.

    Once she’d stripped his bottom half bare, she wiped

    her tits clean of cum with his pants, then climbed on top of him. I
    thought she was gonna fuck him, but she kept going upward until she was
    straddling his face. “Suck my fucking pussy, donkey-dick.”

    I couldn’t get over how filthy her mouth was. It was

    like she was split personality, or something. This wasn’t the brainy girl
    I’d been out on a date with. That girl could wax poetically about
    superstring theory and the big bang. But this girl was gleefully grinding her
    pussy against a moron’s face, as she moaned, “Oh fuck yeah. Eat my
    pussy, fuck wad. Eat my fucking pussy. Yeah, that’s right. Stick that
    tongue inside my cunt. Taste my fucking cum.”

    I couldn’t see exactly what he was doing. Her back was

    to me, and his big fat cock was in the foreground, blocking some of the view.
    But I saw the underside of his chin, and his tongue going up into her. He was
    making crazy slurping sounds, and his semi-hard cock slowly stood to attention
    again, and he started stroking it, at the same time that I was stoking mine. I
    wondered what it must feel like to have a monster cock like that in your hand.
    Mine was puny compared to his. A measly seven and a half inches.

    Briona was like a wild woman, and she couldn’t

    get enough of Troy’s tongue. She just kept grinding herself roughly into
    his face for the longest time, while he jerked himself off. Her aggressiveness
    was a bit scary, actually. I wondered what I would have done if she’d
    attacked me like that in her apartment. I was starting to feel like maybe I
    dodged a bullet there. Sure, she was sexy, smart and sweet, but damn, she was
    an animal in the sack! She started shouting out filthy commands as she rode his
    face. “Yeah, suck my pussy, you mother fucker! Suck my hairy snatch. You
    know you like it, fuck face. Gimme that hand. Use your finger, oh
    shit yeah. Oh, fuck yeah, right there. Yeah, like that. No don’t stop
    licking my clit. Yeah, oh fuck, No, don’t change anything! Just keep
    doing it like that, mother fucker! Oh Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

    She was screaming so loud, they were in serious danger of

    having the RA’s realize there was a girl in the room, but Troy clamped
    his free hand over her mouth. For the next ten minutes she moaned and groaned
    into his hand, and he took her through a series of awe-inspiring orgasms. Then
    right when it seemed she was at the peak of her excitement, she suddenly jumped
    backward and straddled his cock, then lowered herself slowly onto it.

    Wow. She didn’t even make him put on a condom! I saw

    his huge manhood spreading her furry pussy lips wide for a moment before she
    lowered herself slowly down his shaft, while juices dripped out of her. Based
    on the guttural moan she emitted, I guess he was stretching her to the limit,
    and she liked it. The sight of him disappearing into her snatch triggered
    something in my own cock. I felt a burst of pleasure, and moments later I was
    filling my underwear with cum. But I didn’t get soft for a second, so I
    just kept jerking, ignoring the sticky gunk on my hand, taking advantage of the
    fact that her back was turned to me so she couldn’t see my blankets
    jumping as I jerked off like a monkey in a zoo.

    She rode him like that for a good long time, slowly at

    first, moaning, “Oh fucking Christ on a sandwich! You’re so fucking
    big! I’ve never fucked anyone like you before! Oh god. You’re
    splitting me open, you fucking animal!” But once she got used to his
    girth, she began to fuck him with more speed and gusto. She started getting
    less careful, so she could no longer keep his cock from popping out of her
    pussy. But each time she’d reach down, pull it back into place and start
    galloping him again, slamming herself down on him like she was riding
    a wild horse. She was insatiable! And he had lasting power. I shot a second wad
    into my shorts, but he just kept fucking her on and on and on!

    Eventually, he flipped her over onto her back, and lifted

    her long, pale legs high in the air on each of his shoulders, and started
    ramming himself into her like he was trying to destroy her cunt. But she just
    stared up at him with those big brown eyes and urged him on.
    “Harder, you fucking wimp. Fuck me harder.”

    39 min
  • Bunny and the Slopes: Part 5
    .
    Facing the Consequences.

    Based on a post by Lubrican.

    Listen to the Podcast at My
    First Time.



    By the time she was fully awake, Susan was

    suddenly transformed from a limp body, to an energetic participant,
    almost the exact reversal of what had happened as he ate her pussy.
    One instant she was limp, and the next she was lunging up against
    him, her fingernails scraping his back, her vocal chords once again
    yelling "Oh Fuck; Oh Yes!; Oh Fuck Yes!"

    Both of them were lucky. Jack was lucky because by missing the

    trauma of initial penetration, Susan was placed in a position to
    welcome an orgasm much sooner than she would otherwise have been.
    Susan was lucky because Jack's overstressed control gave up sooner
    than he should have if he'd have been a patient and considerate
    lover.

    What that means is that, as Jack's cock gave up and began spitting

    long pussy-drenching streams of cum, Susan's second orgasm snuck up
    on her and almost knocked her out again. Jack, in the throes of lust,
    stayed right where he was and gave the teen every drop his balls
    could produce.

    Ronda, recognizing the sounds Jack was making, based on the sounds

    her cousin had made as he pumped Her full of spunk, sagged onto her
    heels in disappointment. Then, as teenagers often do, her mood
    changed instantly and she was happy for her friend. Susan might be up
    tight, but this was probably going to help combat that. Ronda reached
    between Jack's ass cheeks, feeling for his balls, and massaged them
    gently, encouraging them to completely empty themselves into the
    willing girl under the teacher.

    She lay her tits on Jack's back, rubbing them against him as her

    hand continued to fondle his balls. "You just remember, Mr.
    Kelly, the next load is for me."

    Chapter Nine.

    Bunny had been sitting outside the room for half an hour, her mind

    in complete turmoil. Her man, as she now thought of Jack, was in that
    room, having Sex with at least one, and possibly two teen-aged girls.
    That made her belly tight, and she felt jittery all over. She was
    quite aware that what she was feeling was jealousy. Other emotions
    conflicted with that, however.

    Bunny had never had a single thought about the sexuality of

    another woman. When she saw Ronda's mouth lovingly suck on Jack's
    cock, however, she had felt amazed at how erotic that looked. The
    initial burst of emotion when she saw that was what caused her to
    leave. Since then she had been thinking about that, and what else
    might be going on in that room. One of the things she kept thinking
    about was the unbridled joy with which Ronda had entered into what
    would usually be considered a completely bizarre relationship. It
    wasn't just that Ronda was obviously attracted to Jack. Bunny could
    understand that perfectly. It was that Ronda was completely
    comfortable with another girl being involved; so comfortable, in
    fact, that she was willing to teach that girl what she knew about
    sex!

    Sound penetrated the door just down the hall from where Bunny sat.

    It was Susan's voice, and, quite clearly, Bunny heard: "Oh Fuck;
    Oh Yes!; Oh Fuck Yes!"

    Bunny looked up and down the hall frantically, and then relaxed

    when she saw no one else was around who could have overheard that
    obviously sexual cry of ecstasy. She jumped to her feet
    automatically, and winced as her sore tendons complained. She checked
    the hall again, to make sure no one would be coming along when she
    opened the door to tell them to keep it down. Trying to look casual,
    she crossed the hall, swiped her key card, and watched the light on
    the door handle turn from red to green.

    She pushed the door open just in time to hear Ronda say: "You

    just remember, Mr. Kelly, the next load is for me." The first
    thing she saw, was Jack, levering himself up off of Susan's naked
    body, his knees spread, his ass moving toward her, with Ronda's hand
    just coming out from between his thighs. She peered into the
    semi-darkness between them, which magically brightened as Jack's body
    came up off the girl. That let her see his semi-soft todger slip out
    of Susan's pussy, dragging with it a long rope of something thick,
    and white.

    Bunny stood, eyes wide, frozen as Jack rolled to his back, and

    Ronda's mouth swooped toward his messy, spermy todger, slurping in
    the soft organ with a drawn out "Um" Bunny could see her
    cheeks go concave as she sucked and pulled her mouth off of his cock.
    She smacked her lips, and swallowed audibly, and then looked up at
    Jack's face.

    "I hope that doesn't get caught in my braces," she said.

    Bunny could almost hear the grin on the girl's face. "You
    shouldn't have spunked her like that, Mr. Kelly," the girl went
    on, almost casually. "I don't think Susan is on the pill or
    anything."

    "You came in her?" gasped Bunny.

    Ronda's head jerked around and her body tensed, but then she

    relaxed as she saw it was Bunny.

    "You might think about closing the door," said the naked

    girl.

    Bunny jerked and moved so she could slam the door shut. She jumped

    at the sound.

    "You came in her?" gasped Bunny again.

    Jack raised his head wearily. "I couldn't help it. She felt

    so tight and hot and;"

    "You Idiot!" hissed Bunny, suddenly angry beyond

    anything she could control. "You were supposed to pop her
    cherry! Not; not; not; that's supposed to be for me!" she ended
    up wailing.

    "But you're not on the pill either!" whined Jack.

    "I don't Mind having your baby, you idiot!" she snapped.

    "I'm going to marry you and have four or five of your babies!"

    "You are?" He sounded confused. He was pretty sure he

    hadn't asked her to marry him on this trip. Not that he found the
    idea abhorrent or anything. Quite the opposite. Being able to come
    home to Bunny every day, and spunk her pussy every night sounded like
    a really good idea, now that he thought about it.

    "Well, I am as soon as you wake up and ask me," she

    said, her eyes shooting daggers at him.

    "Will you marry me?" he said, his voice in a whine.

    "Don't ask me while you're with two naked girls, one of whom

    you probably just knocked up!" she squealed. "Have a little
    romance, Jack!"

    "I don't feel good," said Jack sadly.

    "I feel wonderful, Mr. Kelly," sighed Susan. "I

    want to do that again!" Then she looked confused, and her eyes
    went to Bunny's. "Except that I won't let you any more, because
    you're going to marry Miss Johnson; right?"

    "I don't Know!" moaned Jack. He wished he could just

    crawl under the covers and not come out until it was time to go back
    home.

    Susan was still looking at Bunny, who scowled angrily.

    "Can he do it to me just one more time before you marry him?"

    she asked.

    "You girls have had enough of him for one day!" snapped

    Bunny. "Now, get dressed and get out of here. Go ski, for pity's
    sake. I Thought that was what we all came here to do!"

    "You don't have to have a cow!" said Susan, her eyes

    getting teary. "I just wanted to have some fun, and now you're
    ruining it!"

    Ronda had stood, watching the whole thing, and was trying not to

    laugh. She went to Bunny, and took her hand.

    "It's Okay, Miss Johnson. We understand. We'll share him with

    you." She smiled brightly. "Especially after you marry
    him."

    She laughed out loud and darted away from Bunny, who scowled at

    her and took a step toward her.

    "Just kidding," said Ronda, snatching up her clothing.

    "Honest."

    Bunny stood there fuming as the two girls hastily dressed. Susan

    kept shooting looks at Jack, who was still lying there helpless and
    naked, one arm over his eyes.

    Ronda stopped on the way out.

    "Um; you really should go down to the motor home and yell at

    them; at least a little," she said. "I mean they're
    expecting it."

    Bunny felt helpless, but realized that, as much trouble as this

    girl apparently liked to cause, at least she thought with a clear
    head sometimes.

    "Okay," said Bunny. "Thank you."

    "And Miss Johnson?" Ronda went on. "He cums a Lot.

    If you weren't serious about having his baby, you should do
    something. He could knock up four or five girls as much as he cums."
    She ducked out of the door and closed it before Bunny could reply.

    Jack lifted his arm. "Are they gone?"

    "Yes." Bunny felt suddenly weak. Everything had gotten

    so mixed up. "Get up and get dressed. We have to go yell at some
    kids."

    "Okay," he said meekly.

    She waited, watching him move as he got dressed. He was graceful,

    even in his obvious embarrassment. Neither of them said anything
    until they were outside.

    "Did you really mean that?" he asked. "About

    marrying me?"

    "I'm having second thoughts about it now," she said,

    darkly.

    He stopped and took her arm.

    "Please don't." She looked to find him with an earnest

    look on his face. "I mean; I know I've really fucked up on this
    trip, but that's not really me. I hadn't even had sex for the last
    three years! And I certainly don't go around deflowering students all
    the time. This seems like a dream somehow."

    "You could have fooled me," she said. Her words sounded

    more harsh than her tone of voice. He was such a cutie when he begged
    like this. And she knew he was right. This had not been an average
    situation.

    "I never dared fantasize about marrying you," he said.

    She looked at him sharply and he gripped her arms. "I didn't
    mean it that way. What I meant was that it never occurred to me that
    you would ever even think about marrying Me. I always assumed you
    were so out of my league."

    "I do not hop in bed with every Tom, Dick or Harry who comes

    along, Jack," she said heavily.

    "Yes, I know that," he assured her. "But I sort of;

    took advantage of you; you know, that first time."

    "Jack," she sighed. "I've wanted to do that with

    you for months."

    "You Have?" He looked stunned.

    "Yes, but I was too shy to do anything about it."

    "But; that means," he said softly, "that you really

    Are interested in me!"

    "Men can be so dense sometimes," she sighed again.

    "I've wanted to be with you for; ever since the first time I

    saw you!" he said.

    "You've pined over me for years?" Bunny felt her insides

    melting.

    "Yes!" he said excitedly. "I just thought you

    didn't know I existed."

    "Well, that's changed," she said wryly.

    "Would you really have my baby?" he asked softly.

    "Not if you keep dumping all that jizz in all those girls,"

    she said just as softly. "There won't be enough left to get me
    pregnant."

    He dropped to one knee in the snow.

    "Bunny Johnson, I love you. I can never be happy without you.

    Will you marry me?"

    There was clapping, and they turned to see an older man and woman

    treading carefully over the icy parking lot. The woman was beaming at
    them.

    "Say yes, honey," said the woman. "You've found one

    that knows the proper way to ask." She grinned as her husband
    pulled on her, embarrassed by her speaking to strangers like that.

    She looked down at him. "Yes, I'll marry you."

    "Even though I did all that other stuff?" He sounded

    like he couldn't believe it.

    "I volunteered you for part of that, myself, as I recall."

    She smiled at him. "The question isn't whether I'll marry you,"
    she said. "The question is whether we can salvage our careers
    after this ski trip."

    "All the girls seem to be pretty happy," he said. "And

    I don't think any of the boys will complain."

    "But will the girls Stay happy?" she asked. "We're

    about to go yell at three of them, and the other two are probably
    trying to figure out how to get into your pants again before we
    leave."

    "We've only got three days left," said Jack. "Surely

    we can come up with some way to keep them happy for three more days."

    Bunny looked at him. It was obvious he was talking about doing

    that without fucking the socks off of Ronda and Susan, but she knew
    better than that. She'd tasted his cock, in more ways than one, and
    she knew how good he was with it, even if he couldn't control where
    it spurted. Both of those girls had left the room wanting more, and
    they weren't likely to give up on that notion, especially if they
    weren't convinced that the other girls had been cut off too.

    "I've got an idea," she said. "It's a crazy idea,

    but it might work."

    "What is it?" he asked. "Your other crazy ideas

    have kind of worked out Okay."

    Bunny looked to see if he was being sarcastic, but decided he

    wasn't.

    "If, during the next three days, you had to bed Ronda and

    Susan again, could you keep from cumming in them?"

    "No," he said truthfully. "Not in you either. It

    feels too good."

    "Would you wear a rubber?" she asked.

    "Yes," he said immediately. "I have six." He

    was trying to be helpful.

    "Let's go yell at some kids. Follow my lead," she said.

    The 'Shag Bus' Compromise.

    The six kids were dressed when they got there. They were sitting

    in pairs, which they probably shouldn't have done, but they were
    kids, and they had just been very intimate with the other in each
    pair. They Were smart enough not to say anything when Bunny and Jack
    entered the motor home. Tiffany and Melody were next to each other,
    with their boyfriends on the outside. Linda and Doug were sitting
    opposite them. The beds had at least been folded up into seats again.

    "I thought I you agreed not to have sex any more," Bunny

    started out angrily.

    "We promised not to have sex with; ouch!" Melody

    finished with a grunt as Tiffany elbowed her hard in the ribs.

    "We're sorry," said Tiffany. "We came here to talk

    and I guess things just got carried away." She tried to look
    hurt. "Isn't it illegal for security guards to peek into
    people's motor homes or something?"

    "They will, if there's probably cause of a harm. But That

    doesn't matter!" snapped Bunny. When Melody had almost said
    Jack's name, Bunny had realized two things. One was that, in fact,
    she had made them promise not to have sex with Jack; not the others.
    The other was that Tiffany was fast on her feet. She had stopped
    Melody from alerting the boys that they weren't the only ones fucking
    these girls. She thought quickly.

    "Okay, I'm going to shoot straight with you. It doesn't

    matter whether it's legal or not, because no one is going to take
    anything to court. I told them we'd handle this privately. I have no
    wish for your parents to find out that Jack and I didn't supervise
    you closely enough."

    She was offering them something that would make what she was about

    to say, believable. At least that's what she hoped.

    "The damage is done. I know kids, and I know you three girls

    can't control yourselves. We Could just take you home, but that would
    cause questions to be asked. So, we're going to lay down some new
    rules."

    She looked at them all, and they just looked back.

    "First off, every one of you boys will carry at least three

    condoms in his pockets at all times. Jack will get them for you.
    Second, you Will ski while you're here. There will be no; uh;
    talking; during the day; period. At night, you can come here, since
    you obviously can't use the rooms. The boys Will wear a condom while
    you; uh; talk. Is that clear?"

    She expected them to laugh. The boys looked like someone had just

    told them they were all adopted; from little green men in a flying
    saucer. Melody and Linda sat with their mouths open. Tiffany looked
    thoughtful.

    "Okay." Tiffany spoke for them all, and nobody else said

    a word. "We behave ourselves during the day; and talk to each
    other only after supper, right?"

    Bunny nodded.

    "And only in the motor home." Tiffany nodded her head as

    she said it. "What about Susan and Ronda?"

    "They'll see you during the day," said Bunny. "At

    night, Jack and I will keep them busy." She looked thoughtful.
    "That reminds me. If you're Not going to be here; talking; we
    need to know, so we can make sure Susan and Ronda see you acting
    normal then, too. I'll need to know when you're coming to the room,
    so I can make sure they're there to see you. Who has a cell phone?"

    All the kids raised their hands.

    "Tiffany?" said Bunny. "You'll call me and let me

    know where you are, occasionally, so I can make sure the girls see
    you."

    Tiffany nodded.

    "And call me when you're coming to the room. I'll try to make

    sure that, at least one night, those two come in After you do. That
    should allay any suspicions." She looked thoughtful. "In
    fact, tonight will be the first time that happens. As soon as we
    leave her, you six get back to the rooms while we go find the other
    two girls. We'll delay them, so that you're all in bed when they get
    back to the room." She folded her arms. "Are we agreed
    then?"

    There was a chorus of "Yes" that was almost enthusiastic

    as it began to sink into their heads that they had been given free
    rein, for all intents and purposes.

    "Any girls turning up pregnant after we're back at school

    would make for some Very difficult questions," Bunny reminded
    them. "The boys Have to use a condom while they; talk."

    All three girls looked at their partners, who nodded almost

    frantically. Jerry was grinning.

    Bunny turned around to find Jack, slack-jawed, staring at them

    all. She pushed him out the door. And the two sponsors walked toward
    the lodge.

    "You really think they Bought that?" he asked.

    "Absolutely," said Bunny smugly. "I told them

    exactly what they wanted to hear. They'll believe it because they
    want to believe it."

    "But can we just let them fuck like bunnies?" He sounded

    incredulous.

    She looked at him. "I want to fuck like a bunny," she

    said, smiling.

    He finally got it, and grinned. "You knew what I meant."

    "We can't stop them. At least they'll use protection now."

    "What are we going to do about Susan and Ronda?" he

    asked. "How will we keep them busy?"

    "You are going to wear a condom, too," she said, taking

    his hand. "Except with me."

    "Oh man!" he groaned.

    "Don't tell me you didn't have fun with those two," she

    chided him.

    "Oh, I'll be honest about that. I just can't believe that

    you'd Let me have fun with them."

    "I want to walk down the aisle to meet you when we get back,"

    said Bunny. "If this plan gets this trip over without us losing
    our jobs, then I can do that. I know it's selfish of me, and
    irresponsible too, but they'd find a way to have sex, anyway. They've
    already proven that."

    "Not Ronda and Susan," objected Jack.

    "Maybe not before you ruined them," said Bunny, pushing

    him. "But I know what they felt, and I know they won't go along
    with the other thing unless you keep them happy, too."

    "You were right. This is a crazy idea," he said.

    "Let's go find Susan and Ronda, and get them on board with

    this. They're going to have to play along," said Bunny. "We
    just might be able to pull this off."

    Bunny and Jack stopped at the hotel store, where Bunny told the

    clerk that they need; “At least 24 condoms, please.”

    The clerk winked at Jack and produced 4 of the 6-packs she'd

    comped him earlier.

    Ronda and Susan happened to see them in the store and greeted the

    sponsors as the walked out. The four returned up to the suite to
    discuss the new compromise/

    Ronda's Tough Stance.

    Ronda and Susan weren't so easy to buy off as Bunny had thought.

    That's because Ronda was being her usual self.

    "So they get to do whatever they want, and we three have to

    share, Mr. Kelly?" She didn't sound impressed.

    "I was just trying to find a way for everybody to be happy

    and feel like things were fair," said Bunny anxiously.

    "I

    54 min
  • Bunny and the Slopes: Part 4
    .
    Ronda's Revenge.

    Based on a post by Lubrican.

    Listen to the Podcast at My
    First Time.



    Chapter Seven.

    Inside the motor home, in the middle of the motor home, both Jerry

    and Doug were fired up at the thought that they had spurted in naked
    pussies. The girls weren't impressed, but both boys pressed their
    advantage, saying that, since there had been an 'accident', it
    wouldn't matter any more. Both boys had displayed still hard cocks to
    their mates, and had more or less wrestled the girls into submission.
    That's what Susan saw happening as she peeked through the blinds.

    What she Didn't see happening, was what was going on in the back

    of the big coach. Randy, once he got his hands on Melody's big
    melons, overcame the remaining vestiges of her resistance as he
    worked her shirt open and his mouth attacked her spiked nipples. As,
    for only the second time in her life, Melody felt a male sucking at
    her stiff nips, she melted.

    From that point on, she helped, rather than hindered, as, piece by

    piece, their clothing seemed to drift off their bodies, until they
    were just as naked as the other two couples in front.

    Melody had a glimmer of rational thought as Randy climbed on top

    of her.

    "I've only done this once," she whispered.

    Randy grinned.

    "And Not with Lonny Tucker!" she whispered harshly.

    He leaned down to suckle at a nipple again.

    "I don't care who you did it with," he whispered back.

    "Go slow; Okay?" she pleaded.

    To his credit, Randy Did take it easy on her. He had only had sex

    once before himself, a hurried affair with a cheerleader in the back
    seat of his father's car. Neither of them was much impressed with how
    that went. He did a lot of thinking about that event afterwards, and
    decided that slow and measured would probably be a lot better than
    jack-rabbit-jerk, which is what he had done with the cheerleader.

    He realized how correct his assumption was as he eased into

    Melody's honey pot. As her pussy slowly accepted his rod, it felt
    fabulous, and the urge to slam forward was easily fought off.

    "Um that's nice," moaned Melody in his ear.

    That made him feel even better.

    "You feel good," he whispered back.

    About then, the shrieks of the two violated girls further up

    reached them, as both girls complained mightily at being fertilized.

    "You shouldn't cum in me either," moaned Melody.

    "I'll try not to," he groaned back, his balls already

    tight. Slow and measured sure felt good, but it didn't seem to stave
    off popping a nut.

    "I'm serious," she moaned. "You could get me

    really, really pregnant right now."

    "Oh Mel," he groaned, feeling his cock leak. "I'd

    better take it out now, then."

    "Already?" her voice rose an octave. "We just

    started Randy," she complained.

    "I'm about to cum," he pleaded.

    "Well don't!" she said sensibly. "I want more

    first. I'll suck it if you wait."

    She thought that would help. Really she did. All boys loved to

    have their cocks sucked; right? And the truth of it was that, that
    was basically true. Randy would love to have his cock sucked. Nobody
    had ever done that for him before, and he'd had lots of fantasies
    about that too. The only problem was that her promise made him so
    excited that he lost it right then and there.

    He tried. He jerked it out of her. And, in fact, a long stripe of

    cum rocketed out and laid a line from her fuzzy mound, to right
    between her naked, heaving tits. The only problem was; it was the
    third shot his cock had spurted. The first two were snug as a bug in
    a rug; inside Melody's suddenly vacated cunt.

    "No" she complained, reaching for his cock. It had felt

    too good, and she really wasn't done yet. "Put it back in me,"
    she whined.

    Randy had beaten off hundreds of times. And, truth be told, all he

    usually had in him was three strong spurts. His brain had registered
    all three spurts he had already given, so it seemed perfectly fine to
    do exactly as she wanted. He leaned forward, and, as his cock
    produced a Fourth spurt, let her guide him back into the furnace that
    was her fertile womb. He had just hit rock bottom, and her naked legs
    had just wrapped themselves around his ass, when an unbelievable
    Fifth spurt followed the other four, down the cave of life. That one
    got delivered right in the mouth of her gaping cervix.

    "Oh Mel, that feels so good," he groaned, beginning to

    slide in and out of her suddenly sloppy pussy.

    "Oh, Randy," moaned Melody. "Will you be my

    boyfriend?"

    His frenzied kiss, and frantic rutting against her abused clit,

    was his eager response.

    Susan's shock at actually seeing what her mind had fantasized,

    caused her legs to jerk, and the oil barrel tipped, causing her to
    flail her arms in an attempt to stabilize things. That didn't work,
    though, and, at the last second, she tried to jump backwards to the
    ground. Her feet slipped on the ice and she landed hard on her ass.

    "Ow," she cried softly, trying not to be overheard

    inside the vehicle.

    "I guess you were right," commented Ronda dryly.

    Susan rolled over and got to her hands and knees, feeling the ice

    bite into her bare palms.

    "Help me up," she complained.

    Ronda took her elbow and helped her to her feet. Susan immediately

    started back towards the lodge.

    "Come on!" she said in a loud, angry whisper. "Those

    guys are in so much trouble!"

    Ronda didn't actually want to go tattle on the other kids, but she

    found herself walking along beside Susan, anyway. She tried to calm
    the girl down without success. Susan led her to the door of the
    girls' suite, complaining all the way.

    Latex-Laxed and Invaded Upon.

    The "Do Not Disturb" sign was out, but she ignored it.

    She had her card ready and swiped it in the slot beside the doorknob,
    still whining about how unfair it was for the others to 'get away'
    with what they were doing. The light on the door went green and Susan
    pushed the lever down, barging straight in.

    It was the noises that entered the two girls' conscious minds

    first. What they had just seen in the motor home had been, more or
    less, noiseless. They had both heard words spoken, but the rasping
    breath of people in the act of making passionate sex, hadn't been
    audible through the windows of the coach.

    Not so in the room they walked into.

    It sounded like the locker room of a track team after the hundred

    yard dash. There were gasps and grunts and moans and groans, some in
    a high, soprano register, and others deeper, sounding almost
    animalistic, in baritone.

    Then their eyes took in the beast that was making all those

    noises. It was the two-backed beast, and it was thrashing in the
    middle of the big bed in the room. Bunny's legs were waving in the
    air, on either side of Jack's flexing ass cheeks, which were bouncing
    up and down like one of those little rubber balls connected to a
    paddle by a rubber string. He was pounding poor Bunny from this
    direction, and then that direction, alternating between rabbit-quick
    thrusts, and long bone-bruising strokes.

    Their gasps weren't the only sounds in the room.

    "Oh; Fuck Me, Jack!" cried Bunny. "Don't ever stop

    fucking me, Jack!"

    Jack's response was more broken by his need to drag in air to keep

    his body going. Bunny had already had two orgasms, and her reaction
    to them had been both violent and thankful. Now he was right on the
    edge of an orgasm that already felt like it would squeeze his whole
    ball sack out through his cock, leaving him an empty bag of skin.

    "I; can't; fuck you; forever; baby" he gasped. "I'm;

    about;. to cum; Now!"

    "Miss Johnson!" screeched Susan.

    "Oh Wow!" yelled Ronda.

    Bunny, feeling Jack's first long spurt of warm semen in her pussy,

    was right in the middle of a moan of happiness when the girls' voices
    intruded on her ecstasy. She lifted her head, and looked around
    Jack's arm, which was as rigid as the rest of him, as his cock
    delivered the balm she craved so desperately. She saw the two girls,
    eyes wide, and mouths open even wider and, rather than feeling shame,
    she felt a burst of anger that her happiness was being destroyed.
    These girls were supposed to be out having fun; not ruining hers!

    "Shut The Fucking Door!" she howled at them, as Jack's

    head began to turn to see who had come in. His mind couldn't help but
    flash back to last night, when the other three girls had walked in on
    him; doing basically the same thing he was doing right now. That led
    almost instantaneously to remembering what he had then done with
    those three girls. As his cock gave another mighty spurt, his eyes
    fastened on Ronda, who, of all of them, was the only one to see the
    true irony of the situation. Her look of amazement was in the process
    of turning to a grin, and by the time she realized the teacher's eyes
    were fastened on her, that grin blossomed into full glory.

    While, to Ronda, her grin was one of amusement, based primarily on

    the fact that Susan was going to have a cow any second, what Jack saw
    was a smile of invitation.

    He groaned as his cock gave its last convulsive lurch in Bunny's

    pussy, delivering the last dregs of what his balls could churn up
    into her welcoming receptacle. He had always thought Ronda was cute,
    and the smile on her face hit him right in his nut sack.

    "Miss Johnson," wailed Susan. Her plans of exacting

    revenge on her fellow students suffered an almost instant crushing.
    Her wail was one of disappointment; as if Bunny had personally let
    her down.

    Bunny heard that disappointment, but by now, her fairy tale

    romance with Jack was taking on aspects of something written by the
    Grimm brothers. Basically, it pissed her off.

    Miss Johnson shoved Mr. Kelly roughly, and he rolled, flopping

    onto his back. His cock pulled out of her with a slurping sigh, and a
    string of his semen flipped up into the air and landed across the
    front of his thighs.

    Bunny bounded to her feet, wincing at the residual pain in her

    strained muscles. She put her hands on her hips, having no concept of
    how silly she looked, standing stark naked, a thunderous frown on her
    face, and jizz running down her inner thighs. Then she snarled:

    "We're consenting, fucking adults, and haven't you ever heard

    of Knocking?"

    "But; but it's our room!" whined Susan.

    “It's a shared room!” Bunny screamed. “Signs are

    posted for a reason. Get off your high horse and learn that you're
    not exempt from having to show courtesy! Either that or go back to
    kindergarten and learn the concept of consideration for others!”

    It was about then that Bunny realized what she must look like in

    front of the two students. Her anger disappeared as quickly as it had
    flashed into existence, and she was suddenly horrified. She felt a
    stream of Jack's cum sliding down one thigh and realized her hair
    must look like she'd just seen a ghost.

    "Oh, Damn," she moaned. "What have I done?"

    She turned around and headed for the bathroom, mostly because it

    was the only place she could go and close a door behind her to hide.

    That left Jack, lying on his back, exhausted, his slimy todger

    lying wetly on his abdomen. He drew in a breath and, raising his
    head, said to the two girls: "Don't go anywhere. We need to
    talk." Then he got up and went to the bathroom door and knocked.

    "Come on, Bunny, there's nothing we can do about it now."

    "I'm Naked!" came her cry from inside the bathroom.

    "I'm naked too," he said through the door.

    "Well Put Something On!" she screeched through the door.

    He turned around to see Susan still standing, frozen, just inside

    the door, which Ronda had thankfully closed, finally. Ronda herself
    had moved to the bed, where she had sat down gingerly on the edge to
    wait and see what would happen next.

    "I'm sorry girls," he said automatically. "We

    didn't think anyone would be coming back this early."

    Susan's voice trembled as she spoke. "You were; you were; you

    were Fucking her!"

    Jack sighed. "Yes, I suppose I was." He looked around.

    "Be right back," he said.

    He went into the boys' suite and found a robe folded on a shelf in

    the closet. He put it on and tied the belt before returning. Both
    girls were right where he'd left them.

    "Sit down, Susan," he said, for lack of anything else to

    say.

    She unfroze and scooted sideways to a chair at the writing desk

    and edged into it, ramrod stiff. As if the act of moving unfroze her
    brain as well, she remembered why she and Ronda had come to this room
    in the first place.

    "They're fucking in the motor home too!" she said, her

    voice a little breathless.

    "Great," said Jack without any conviction. He was quite

    sure now that his career was over. This thing would blow wide open
    now, and his activities with the girls would surely come out in the
    process. He'd probably end up in jail as well as jobless.

    "It is Not great!" said Susan heatedly. "Miss

    Johnson said they promised not to; " Her voice trailed off as
    she said the name of the naked woman hiding in the bathroom. Suddenly
    she was bawling.

    "Hey," said Jack, stepping toward her, unsure of what to

    say or do. "Come on, Susan, nobody's going to hurt you."

    Susan's emotions were complicated, and so muddled that she

    couldn't decide what she felt. She was angry, and shocked, and
    unhappy for a variety of reasons. At the same time, her mind
    remembered seeing the stiff cocks of the boys and the looks of
    ecstasy on the girls' faces while they did something that Susan had
    fantasized about doing for years.

    That she was, in her own opinion, too chicken to engage in such

    activities, didn't help matters. She was convinced both that she
    shouldn't do such things, and that she would love doing them if she
    just had the courage.

    Seeing the adults doing the same thing, just compounded her

    anxiety. That Ronda had seen right through to her inner being, when
    she had said Susan was jealous, just added heat to the boiling
    emotions; and hormones; that raged inside of the girl.

    Any counselor will tell you that we see most vividly in others,

    the things we are most unhappy with about ourselves. For Susan, the
    fact that everybody else seemed to be having just the kind of fun she
    couldn't successfully figure out how to get involved in; well; it
    just made her unhappy.

    Ronda, for her part, was remembering what Mr. Kelly's todger had

    looked like as it slithered out of Miss Johnson's pussy. Her cousin
    was circumcised, and Jack's was the first one she'd ever seen that
    still had the curious hood of skin covering over to the tip. She had
    intuitively seen that, during sex, that hood of skin would move and
    ball up inside a woman, and That just Had to feel great. Seeing the
    kids having sex, had reminded her of just how much she had loved
    having sex with her cousin, and seeing the adults having sex, had
    stoked that fire.

    Ronda, with a jerk, realized that she was horny, and that, if

    given the opportunity, she would be sorely tempted to get herself
    good and laid.

    Of course the next thing she thought of was her self image. Her

    shiny metal mouth, and the willowy thin appearance she was so unhappy
    with, made her sure that getting laid in This setting would be
    impossible. She didn't mind masturbating; she did it frequently; but
    it was pretty hard to do that when you are surrounded by classmates.

    Her eyes strayed to Mr. Kelly, standing there in his bathrobe. She

    licked her lips unconsciously.

    The door to the bathroom opened, and Bunny stuck her head out.

    Then, dressed like Jack, she slowly eased her way into the room. It
    was obvious she had been crying. Her eyes were still red and swollen.

    No one said anything at first.

    Surprisingly, it was Ronda who broke the silence.

    "Well, this is kind of strange, huh?"

    Jack, perhaps in an effort to get the attention off of him and

    Bunny, said, "The girls tell me that the other kids are down in
    the motor home; uh; apparently having sex."

    Bunny covered her eyes with both hands and groaned.

    "You said they weren't going to do that any more," said

    Susan, pouting with her voice. Jack's attempt to change the subject
    had actually worked. "It's not fair!" she added hotly.

    "I know how you feel," said Bunny, uncovering her eyes.

    She remembered their discussion clearly.

    "How can you say that?" whined Susan. "You said you

    didn't have a boyfriend. You said you didn't do this! You lied to
    me!"

    "I didn't lie to you," said Bunny, feeling like a liar.

    "This just happened between Jack and me. I told you I was
    waiting for the right man, and he is the right man."

    "But you said They wouldn't do it any more," insisted

    Susan.

    In defensive mode, Bunny grasped for the part of their earlier

    conversation that addressed Susan's main complaint. Her voice got a
    little stronger. "But it's night time, Susan, and nobody is
    skiing right now."

    "That's not what I meant," said Susan. She suddenly

    looked surprised. "I mean; uh; I mean they shouldn't be doing
    that."

    "She's jealous of them," said Ronda calmly.

    "I am Not!" said Susan, so heatedly that it was obvious

    to all of them she was lying.

    "Oh, admit it, Susan," said Ronda, enjoying the uproar

    she was getting to witness. "You're a virgin and they're getting
    all the action and you don't think it's fair that you can't get
    laid."

    "Well?" yelled Susan. "It's Not!" she blurted.

    She looked surprised again at her outburst. "I mean I don't want
    to do that! Who says getting laid is all that great, anyway?"

    "Just about everybody but you and me," laughed Ronda.

    "That's Not Funny!" shouted Susan.

    Bunny's Solution To Susan's Neglect.

    "Calm down," said Jack. "Susan, I know you're

    upset, and you probably have a right to be upset; what exactly do you
    want to happen?"

    Susan blinked. No adult in a position of authority had ever

    actually asked her opinion in quite that way.

    "Well; um; " She was at a loss for words.

    "Do you want us to cancel the rest of the trip and go home?"

    Mr. Kelly asked.

    "No!" she yelped. "I never said That!"

    "Do you want to have a group meeting and lay down the rules

    that way?" he asked.

    Susan thought about what that would probably be like. Everybody in

    the group would blame her for whatever happened, whether rules were
    enforced, or not.

    "No;" she said weakly.

    "Do you want me to go down there and bust them?" he

    pushed on.

    "They're probably all done anyway," Susan hedged.

    "She wants to get her cherry popped," said Ronda,

    stifling a giggle.

    "Ronda, don't be flip," chided Jack. "This is a

    serious matter to Susan."

    "I am serious!" said Ronda, feeling wonderful that, due

    to barging in on them in the act, she was on a more or less even
    footing with the sponsors. "The only reason she's not down there
    right now With them, is that we didn't bring enough boys on this
    trip!"

    "That's Not true," said Susan, but there was a notable

    lack of heat in her voice. Part of her confusion about things was
    that she really Didn't know what she wanted to happen. She went back
    to the single emotion that she was sure of. "It's just not fair;
    that's all."

    "What would be fair?" asked Jack.

    Jack was feeling much better now, than he had been a short time

    before. The girl wasn't screaming for either her parents or the
    police, and that was a good thing. Ronda obviously wasn't upset. He
    wondered idly if what Ronda said about Susan was true. Did she in
    fact, just want to get her cherry popped? Could it be something as
    simple as that? "Don't you have a boyfriend?" he asked
    Susan.

    "If I had a boyfriend would I be on a ski trip without him?"

    she asked morosely. "I'm too ugly to have a boyfriend," she
    said, feeling sorry for herself.

    Ronda snorted.

    "Come on, Susan," said Jack. "You know that's not

    true. Don't make yourself sound like some whiny little girl."

    "Yeah," said Ronda.

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  • Bunny and the Slopes: Part 3
    .
    Confessions and Accusations.

    Based on a post by Lubrican.

    Listen to the Podcast at My
    First Time.



    Chapter Five.

    All three girls, once dressed, had run off giggling, to see what

    was going on. Tiffany claimed to know where the black diamond slope
    ended and mentioned that Doug and Randy would be there too. Jack had
    a sinking feeling that everything was coming unraveled. He had
    visions of the motor home rocking on its springs as three boys
    lustily fucked three girls, squirting them full of babies in the
    process.

    Bunny's Inquisition.

    Bunny was already in the room when Jack got there, his now

    shrunken todger, firmly in his pants.

    "Where have you been!" she chimed. She was still fully

    dressed. "Doctor Richards says I just strained some muscles and
    everything will be fine in a week or two."

    Jack knew that he might be ruining the best thing that had

    happened to him, but he couldn't keep it inside. He also couldn't let
    her be blind-sided by what he knew would happen eventually.

    "We have a problem." he said. He frowned. "Actually;

    I have a problem."

    "What?" she asked, a concerned look coming on her face.

    Now Jack didn't know just how much to admit. Bunny wasn't aware

    that three girls had watched him destroy her virginity and spurt her
    full of spunk. Admitting that, didn't seem like it would make things
    any better.

    At the same time, he had to explain how he could be blackmailed,

    and he needed Bunny on his side of things, so it needed to be
    something she could identify with.

    "Well; when I was taking care of you last night; all three of

    them, Tiffany, Melody, and Linda; walked in while you were; um;
    unconscious. I; um; don't think they saw anything, except that I was
    still naked. They; um; were curious about what a man looked like, and
    they said they could claim that I raped you; or tried to rape you.
    Things kind of got out of hand; and I let them; uh; do some things.
    And somehow; Linda kind of got under me, and she was naked too, and I
    sort of lost control and; kind of put it inside her;"

    "You just Stuck It In Her?" Bunny was scandalized.

    "Yes." he moaned, ashamed.

    "I can't believe she didn't scream." said Bunny.

    "That's because she; loved it." said Jack miserably. He

    didn't think it was a good idea to admit that she Had screamed.

    "Well, I guess I can understand that." said Bunny

    frankly. "I can't believe how much I've missed all these years.
    Jack, honey, once I had you I was hooked. I'm going to have a man in
    my life from now on. I hope it's you Jack." she said firmly.

    "But I raped a student." he moaned.

    "You idiot, that wasn't rape." said Bunny. "Girls

    in that situation don't get naked with a man if they aren't horny,
    and a horny woman expects to get her cookies off." She looked
    thoughtful. "And Tiffany had something to do with it too."
    She looked at Jack. "What about Melody?" she asked.

    Jack tried to look somewhere else. "Um; out in the motor

    home; about half an hour ago;" his voice trailed off. As Bunny's
    eyes widened, he tried to defend himself. "They cornered me in
    the gift shop." he said. "They said I had to pop Mel's
    cherry for her, or they'd tell that I'd done it with Linda."

    "Oh give me a break!" snorted Bunny.

    "I'm telling the truth!" Jack insisted. "I went to

    the gift shop to get the condoms, and then they showed up. The girl
    that works there even knew what they were doing. She Gave me the
    condoms after she chased the girls out. She said her Algebra teacher
    took her virginity and she told me to make them happy!"

    Bunny covered her eyes with both hands and groaned.

    "You've got to be kidding me. First three girls catch you

    fucking me, and you fuck one of them. Then the cashier in the fucking
    gift shop figures out what's going on! And then you actually go and
    do it to another one?" She pulled one hand off her eye and
    glared at jack. "At least you got some condoms" she said
    heavily.

    Jack didn't think it was the opportune time to mention that they

    had lain unused in his pants while he spunked two teenaged students,
    neither of whom was protected in any way, shape or form.

    Maybe later.

    "What are we going to do?" he asked miserably.

    Bunny uncovered her eyes and sat up, wincing, until Jack helped

    her.

    "We can't just take them all home." she said. "That

    would cause questions we couldn't answer." She looked up at Jack
    with something he thought might be accusatory. "And you can't
    just keep fucking them." she said sternly.

    "I know." he said miserably. "But they keep

    threatening to tell."

    "I'll have a little woman to woman talk with them about

    that." said Bunny decisively. She tried to throw her legs over
    the edge of the bed and groaned. "Later." she moaned.

    "I'm sorry." said Jack, still miserable.

    "If I know men; and I admit I'm a little shy of knowledge

    about men; but if I know men, I doubt you're nearly as sorry as
    you're trying to convince me you are." said Bunny. But her words
    were said more or less good naturedly.

    "But you can't keep doing it with them." she said

    firmly. "Besides the obvious ethical problem; I don't want to
    share you."

    Jack was astonished. Even after admitting he had screwed two of

    their charges, she was still interested in him. He couldn't believe
    it.

    "You're taking this awfully well." he commented.

    "I'm around High School girls all day long." said Bunny

    simply. "I know how they act, and what they do. You didn't have
    a chance, Jackie boy. Very few men would be able to stand up to three
    determined girls."

    "But you were so freaked out when you caught Tiffany."

    said Jack.

    "That's because it was happening on my shift." she said.

    "Now that it's done and I know what they're planning, I can do
    something about it."

    "What should I do?" asked Jack.

    "You just stay away from them until I get them together

    tonight." she said. "And get some rest. I expected to be
    made happy when you walked through that door. You did not make me
    happy Jack. You're going to have to work very hard to make up for
    that, the next time you get me naked."

    Again, her face didn't match the severity of her voice. Jack felt

    a wave of relief wash over him. Maybe he hadn't screwed things up
    beyond help, after all?

    Supper Showdown.

    The thing that surprised Jack more than anything else at supper

    was that the girls acted completely normal. They chattered and talked
    about the things that all kids talk about when they get together.
    Melody and Linda did, however, pay a lot more attention to Randy and
    Doug respectively, than they had in the past. The boys basked in the
    attention. Only the occasional sidelong glance at Jack told him that
    the girls were teasing him by flirting with the boys. Or at least
    they thought they were.

    Bunny acted normally too, which also amazed Jack. She chatted with

    all the kids about what they had done that day, and what the skiing
    was like and all the normal things a sponsor would be interested in.

    Jack, on the other hand, was almost a wreck. He was so nervous

    that he forgot to eat until he realized that both Susan and Ronda,
    the only two girls at the table who didn't have a man to talk to,
    were looking at him strangely. He tried, with limited success, to
    engage them in normal conversation.

    Ronda, as it turned out, was a snowboarder, and was quite

    accomplished at it, to hear her talk about her day. Susan had tried
    that, but had eventually elected to tube for most of the day instead.
    She wanted to ski, but wasn't ready for the harder runs that the boys
    had gone down, and the other three girls hadn't done any sporting
    activities at all that day, electing as they called it, to shop and
    watch guys. Susan somewhat sullenly remarked that she didn't want to
    ski alone, and made a jab at girls who came on a skiing trip and then
    didn't ski. Only Tiffany heard the remark, though. Her response was
    flippant.

    "I'll ski tomorrow, Susan." she said waving a hand.

    "Yeah, right." said Susan stiffly.

    "What's that supposed to mean?" asked Tiffany archly.

    "Why don't you tell Jerry what you've Really been doing?"

    challenged Susan.

    She got everyone's attention then. She was pissed off and it

    showed. She turned to Melody and Linda.

    "In fact, why don't you two, tell everybody what You've been

    doing With her!" She slammed her fork down on the table.

    "Susan." said Tiffany, her voice full of warning.

    "Don't you 'Susan' me!" said Susan. "This is

    supposed to be a skiing trip! You three go out and act like sluts,
    and I don't have anybody to ski with, because of it!"

    For Jack, the bell of doom was tolling louder and louder. He knew

    what Tiffany and her cohorts had told the other two girls about. He
    thought it was quite possible that Susan had put two and two
    together, and was much better at math than Linda.

    Bunny And Susan Debrief.

    Bunny, on the other hand, was clueless, and her fear was that

    somehow Susan had found out what Jack had done with the three girls.
    Her reaction was to take control, like a teacher controlling
    students.

    "Susan!" she said firmly. "I'd like to talk to you

    after dinner." Her rebuke was plain, and Susan acted just like
    any student being rebuked by a teacher. She ducked her head. Bunny's
    stare then turned to the three girls who had just been called sluts.
    "And I'll speak with you three after that. Until then, all of
    you behave like adults. If you can't say anything pleasant; don't say
    anything at all."

    It was an excellent try, by an accomplished teacher. The only

    problem was her phrase "act like adults." That, in fact,
    was the problem in a nutshell. Three of the girls Had been acting
    like adults. And in their minds, they weren't about to stop.

    Her talk with Susan started off with no little trepidation on

    Bunny's part, but she masked it with an authoritative attitude. Bunny
    had told Tiffany, Melody, and Linda; to wait for her in their suite.
    She had told the other kids to "go play or something." Then
    she had taken Susan outside on the big porch that surrounded the
    chalet. Jack was still sitting at the table, his eyes somewhat
    glazed, when they all left.

    "You want to tell me what that was all about?" asked

    Bunny.

    Susan had not only had a chance to calm down, she had

    automatically gone into the quite normal "I'm not a snitch"
    mode that kids learn instinctively. Her response was intended to
    sidestep the question.

    "They're just such sluts." she said defensively.

    Bunny, though, had to know if Susan knew just Who they had been

    sluts with. If there was any hope at all of controlling the
    situation, she had to identify every person who knew the damaging
    details of Jack's; indiscretions.

    "Why is it that you think they're; sluts." probed Bunny.

    Susan felt her anger well up again. She wasn't a completely plain

    girl. She had a girlish figure, and good teeth, and she liked her
    hair. But when girls like Tiffany were around, boys just didn't pay
    any attention to her. It wasn't fair. And for them to go out and have
    sex with a man; was just the last straw. While she had expressed
    disbelief when Tiffany crowed about how they got some man to have sex
    with them, she was quite sure that it was true.

    "They'll admit it!" she said sullenly. "They've

    already had sex with some man here at the resort!"

    "Some man?" asked Bunny gently, feeling a rush of

    relief. If this girl knew about Jack, she wouldn't be so forthcoming.
    She would be more on guard.

    "Last night, when you got hurt and Mr. Kelly was taking care

    of you, they snuck out and found some man to have sex with. They
    talked about it in the room. They were bragging!" She felt tears
    in her eyes, from the anger and unfairness of it all, and scrubbed at
    them furiously, not wanting to cry in front of a teacher.

    "I see." said Bunny. Her sense of relief was so strong

    that she didn't know what to say next. "Maybe they were spinning
    yarns." she suggested. That's the phrase her mother had used
    when she was a girl.

    "Probably not." sighed Susan. "They're so pretty

    and popular." She looked morose. "Besides, they went out
    today and had sex again today. I don't know if it was the same man or
    somebody new, but they were talking about it just before supper. It
    isn't fair!"

    Bunny's eyes widened as she realized this girl was jealous.

    Susan's ski trip was her parents' birthday gift to her, when she
    turned 18, 3 weeks ago.

    "Look Susan," she started. "I know it seems unfair

    when some girls get a lot of attention, and others don't. But that
    attention brings a lot of things that a girl your age shouldn't have
    to deal with. I don't know if they really did what they claim, but I
    do know that if they did, they'll probably be sorry for it some day.
    Having that kind of relationship is tough for a girl your age. It's
    tough for adults. You'll get your chance to find a man, and have a
    relationship with him, someday."

    It was a good speech. It should have worked. And maybe, if Susan

    hadn't had so many daydreams about what it would be like to be
    pretty, and popular, and sought, after like the three girls she was
    so jealous of; it might have worked. But to Susan, Bunny was just
    another adult, trying to tell her to be satisfied with her lot in
    life, which was to remain a virgin until she was an old woman. Susan,
    to put it nicely, didn't buy it. She stared at Bunny, and then did
    something that, later, would shock her.

    "If that's so true, why aren't You married?" she

    blurted. Her anger fueled more incautious words. "You're pretty,
    and smart, and You don't have a man. Everybody knows it. Half the
    boys sit around and stare at you like they're looking at a dirty
    magazine. Why don't You have a man? A boyfriend even?"

    Her brain caught up with her mouth finally, and she closed it.

    "I'm sorry." she said, horrified. "Really Miss

    Johnson, I didn't mean that. I'm really, really sorry."

    Bunny, who had started to react to those harsh words like any

    woman would, took a breath. The girl's apology was sincere. She was
    frustrated and full of hormones. Bunny knew what that was like, and
    it tempered her response.

    "I've been waiting for the Right man." she said softly.

    "I know what you're going through. I had braces when I was your
    age. Beside that, I had a flat chest too."

    Susan's eyes went to Bunny's generous tits with a look of

    disbelief.

    Bunny went on. "I know it's not easy for you. But hopping

    into bed with some guy won't solve your problems."

    Bunny felt a twinge of guilt as she thought about what had

    happened between her and Jack. She didn't think of it as "hopping
    into bed", mostly because she had been so infatuated with him
    for so long. But on one level, that's exactly what had happened. She
    had hopped into bed with a man she hardly knew, and she was elated at
    how things had turned out. Well, elated at how they'd turned out for
    her. Jack was in trouble, but like most women she was quite sure she
    could cure him of his inability to keep it in his pants.

    But right now she needed to head off this confrontation. She could

    deal with Jack's problem later.

    "I'm going to talk to the girls." said Bunny. "If

    they've been fooling around I'm going to put a stop to it." She
    said it firmly. Susan wanted to believe it.

    "Okay." said Susan, subdued now.

    "And tomorrow maybe you can go skiing and this will all be

    water under the bridge. You should probably apologize to the girls,
    but if they claimed all this sex business, then they brought it on
    themselves. I'll remind them of that when I speak to them."

    "Okay." said Susan, now wanting only for this whole

    conversation to be over so she could go hide somewhere.

    Bunny Confronts The Girls.

    Bunny's talk with the three girls Jack had been involved with; was

    more difficult for bunny, in some ways; and easier in others.

    In the first place, she knew what had happened. They didn't know

    that, but her firm footing on the facts of the situation made her
    feel much more in control. At the same time, she couldn't divulge to
    them How she knew those facts. That she had seen Tiffany getting
    royally fucked by her boyfriend was not something she wanted to
    admit. That was because, under normal circumstances, a teacher would
    have stormed into the motor home and stopped it.

    Bunny hadn't done that. And, while Tiffany might not think about

    that immediately, if she found out about it, she would eventually
    reflect on that little fact.

    And to admit to the girls that Jack had confessed to her about

    fucking the other two of them wouldn't do at all. Any normal female
    teacher would have immediately called the cops; or at least ended the
    ski trip and gotten the girls back home.

    Bunny hadn't done that either.

    To add to the confusion, the three girls knew that Jack had

    royally fucked Bunny, while she was hopped up on pain killers. They
    made some assumptions about her being able to figure out that had
    happened, and since her public relationship with Mr. Kelly wasn't
    stormy in the least, they made some assumptions about her deciding
    that being fucked by Mr. Kelly, was a good thing. Just like they had.

    They, as they thought of it, had some 'secret' knowledge of their

    own. It never occurred to them that Jack might have told Bunny about;
    them.

    So, when Bunny faced the three girls, she wasn't quite sure how to

    proceed. The girls weren't sure what to say, if anything. They sat,
    looking at her.

    Bunny, thinking furiously, asked the first question just to be

    able to say something.

    "So, is it true?" she asked.

    For the three girls, that question was a mine field. It wasn't

    specific enough to just say "No" to. All of them had been
    in situations where a vague question like that, got them in trouble
    if they just tried to deny everything. Both Melody and Linda were
    feeling particularly guilty, having just lost their virginities,
    which they had both been trained to protect at all costs. The guilt
    wasn't so much about losing that virginity; it was more about feeling
    so happy they had broken the rules, and their eager anticipation
    about getting their pussies stuffed again as soon as possible.

    Tiffany, who had broken many more rules, and was more accomplished

    at lying about them, knew the safest thing to do.

    "Is what true?" she asked.

    Bunny, though, was just as accomplished at female sparring.

    "You know what," she said. It hadn't been all that long

    since that kind of statement had made her spill her own guts to her
    mother. "What you told Susan; about having sex; with a man; here
    at the resort." Her pauses were punctuated by her moving closer
    to the girls, and staring each one in the face. Her voice left no
    doubt that she was quite sure that the girls Had had sex; at the
    resort.

    Tiffany's first thought was that somehow, Bunny had found out

    about her and Jerry, that first night.

    "We just fooled around a little bit," she said

    defensively.

    The first crack had appeared in her teenaged armor.

    "You call having sexual intercourse with a stranger; fooling

    around a little bit?" asked Bunny, heavily.

    "It wasn't a stranger; it was Jerry!" said Tiffany,

    defending herself.

    The crack, as is often the case, widened a bit.

    "You all three had sex with Jerry?" asked Bunny, hiding

    a smile. With Tiffany on the defensive, she felt like she had
    control.

    "Of course not!" squealed Linda. "I wouldn't Do it

    with Jerry!"

    Bunny turned to her instantly. "Who Would you do it with,

    Linda?" She got right up in her face. She didn't believe for a
    second that any of them would confess to being screwed by their
    teacher. She just wanted to put enough pressure on all three girls to
    ensure that they were too scared to do anything else on the trip,
    with Jack or anybody else.

    Linda's eyes filled with tears. She had visions of this woman

    telling her parents that she wasn't a virgin any more.

    Tiffany made me have sex!" She bawled. "I didn't want

    to, but then we saw hi

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  • Bunny and the Slopes: Part 2
    .
    Bunny Awakes To Learn The Truth.

    Based on a post by Lubrican.

    Listen to the Podcast at My
    First Time.



    "Owah" screeched Linda. The only thing that saved them

    both from a horrible situation is that Linda had mostly broken her
    own hymen in the process of learning to use a tampon. Her mother had
    told her it might cause some pain, and when that pain materialized
    she gritted her teeth and shoved the cardboard tube up inside her.
    Anything was better than using those thick, uncomfortable messy pads.

    And, just now, when she lost her virginity to a real, live cock,

    she was soaked with her own lubricating fluids as her body produced
    the slippery stuff it knew would be needed for this very thing. He
    arousal also caused her vaginal wals to enlarge for the phallic
    accommodation.

    But the hymen, while modified by tampon insertion, now fully

    ripped apart by a cock head with the thickness of a cardboard
    bathroom tissue core.

    Yet the pain of being stretched was overcome by the sudden feeling

    of being filled, in a nice way, like when you've had a good meal, and
    you have two more bites of a delicious dessert to go, but haven't got
    the room. It's worth the stuffed feeling, to swallow those two last
    bites. Linda felt like that now, as her teen pussy was filled to
    overflowing with Jack's rampant cock. The tip dug into her cervix
    like a little boy jumping onto a big pile of leaves and the base of
    his cock bumped up to her over-stimulated clit, extending the orgasm
    she had just experienced.

    Linda's body knew what to do, even if she didn't. Her arms went

    around the teacher and crushed him to her tingling nipples; as her
    hips wiggled, her pussy clasping and then relaxing as it tried to
    adjust to the invader in it.

    "Mister Kelly!" squealed Tiffany excitedly. She hadn't

    meant for things to go this far, but the sight of Jack's cock
    suddenly disappearing into her friend's pussy was so hot that her own
    pussy squirted in her panties. "You're Not Supposed To Fuck
    Her!"

    "I couldn't help it." moaned Jack, the urge to move

    becoming unbearable. He pulled out and slid back deep again
    immediately.

    "Oh fuck." moaned Linda, the pain disappearing and

    streaks of pleasure blasting her brain. "Oh fuck" she
    moaned again.

    Jack gave her another stroke and she squealed, her pussy jumping

    up off the bed to meet his cock as it slid back in her. Linda's
    prehistoric instincts kicked in and she suddenly wanted to be bred;
    to do this thing that men and women had been doing since the
    beginning of our species.

    As Jack's speed increased, she was almost out of her mind with

    pleasure. Her pussy now welcomed the pistoning phallus that kept
    attacking it.

    "Oh fuck!" Now it was Jack who moaned. Linda's rigid

    cunt walls had fully seduced his cock, rendering his over stimulated
    balls, which coughed and a long streak of semen blasted into the
    girl's unprotected pussy. He stayed in her for one more shot and then
    forced himself to pull out. His cock bobbed up and another long
    stream of milky white glazing leapt out of the tip and landed across
    one tit, nipple and most of her stomach.

    "Shit!" yelled Melody, staring wide eyed as another rope

    followed and her friend's belly was covered with strings of cum.

    "Don't take it Out!" wailed Linda, who was on the verge

    of getting that wonderful feeling in her belly again. She reached for
    the spurting cock and aimed it at her pussy with one hand, while the
    other pulled at his ass, digging her fingernails in. With a sigh of
    release Jack slumped forward, re-sheathing his cock in her pussy as
    it gave up two more short spurts of jizz. He had the presence of mind
    to stay deep and rub her clit with his pubic bone, as she squealed
    into her own orgasm and babbled about how wonderful it felt.

    Eventually, though, it got quiet. Very quiet.

    "You spermed her!" said Melody in a hushed voice. "In

    her pussy, Mr. Kelly!"

    "I know." moaned Jack, his chest heaving for breath. "I

    tried not to, but I couldn't pull out in time."

    "I don't care!" said Linda firmly. "That was the

    neatest thing that ever happened to me!" Like many girls, she
    had instantly fallen in what she thought was love, with her first
    lover.

    "But you could get Pregnant!" gasped Melody.

    "Then I'll just have to marry Mr. Kelly." said Linda,

    matter-of-factly. "Then we could do this every single Day!"
    she said excitedly.

    Jack's head was whirling. He was kneeling in the middle of a bed

    with two naked women, whom he's just creamed. Two other teen girls
    had just taken turns sucking his cock.

    Then he absorbed the narrative coming from a seduced lovely 18

    year old. Here was a teenager, not even out of school yet, talking
    about Marrying him!

    "You can't marry Him!" scoffed Tiffany. "He's an

    Adult!"

    "Can we do it again?" asked Linda, staring into her

    teacher's eyes. "I liked that. I liked that a Lot!"

    Jack's mind froze as he realized just how much trouble he was

    really in. He said "I don't know," and stared at Linda's
    naked and sperm smeared body. Her gaping cunt hole was awash with his
    jizz and everyone in the room, except Bunny, stared right at it.

    "Oh, I'm a mess." sighed Linda. "I need to take a

    shower!"

    She jumped up and ran for the bathroom, closing the door behind

    her by habit. The sound of water came through the door and then the
    singing voice of a happy teenaged girl. Jack flopped back down. He
    could feel the remains of Linda's body heat in the sheet as he lay,
    still breathing deeply.

    "Wow." said Melody, her mouth staying open as she stared

    at Jack's dripping semi-flaccid cock. "You really did it!"
    She looked startled. "And Linda Loved it!" she added in a
    gasp.

    "I told you, it's the most fun in the whole world." said

    Tiffany, her voice dripping with "I told you so" tones.

    Bunny moaned and rolled over, bumping into Jack. Her arm went over

    his body.

    "Jack?" she whined.

    "She's waking up!" whispered Tiffany, grabbing Melody

    and pulling her toward the door.

    "What about Linda!" gasped Melody.

    "Get her clothes!" snapped Tiffany. "Mr. Kelly, do

    something to cover for us while we get Linda out of here."

    Jack was frantically rubbing at the sperm smeared on his stomach

    and chest from lying on top of Linda. His mind told him not to get
    the sheets dirty, but he couldn't let Bunny wake up and find him like
    that. So he sluiced the sticky stuff down into his pubic hair and, in
    a panic, rolled on top of Bunny and over her, then pulling her with
    him, so her back was to the bathroom door.

    Chapter Three.
    Bunny Seduces Jack.

    Bunny's eyes opened blearily.

    "Jack?" she asked, confused.

    "It's Okay, baby." he crooned to her, kissing her nose.

    He was shaking all over. He saw past Bunny's head as Melody and
    Tiffany pulled a stark naked and still dripping Linda out of the
    bathroom, both of them shushing her quietly. They pulled her around
    the corner into the entry way to the room, which put them almost out
    of sight of the bed. Jack heard Tiffany's whisper, too loud, telling
    Linda to get dressed.

    "What's that?" asked Bunny, rolling her head.

    "Just some noise outside the room." said Jack, hoping

    she'd swallow the lie. "Go back to sleep." he urged her.

    Bunny snuggled up against him. She gave out a little "Ooh,"

    as her tits and belly contacted the cold wet on his front, but it was
    warmed by their body heat before she could really think about it.

    "Oh, it hurts." she complained. Her strained muscles and

    tendons were still inflamed, and hadn't yet healed much.

    "Do you want me to get you another pain pill?" asked

    Jack.

    "No;" she moaned, hugging him tighter. "Stay here

    with me."

    "Okay, baby; Okay." Jack said, as he heard the door open

    and close softly. He sighed.

    Bunny sighed with him and snuggled in closer.

    Bunny slept for another hour in Jack's arms as he lay there trying

    to figure out what he was going to do. Things had gotten completely
    out of hand, and his future was completely uncertain. Eventually
    though, his own exertions caused him to drop off into an
    uncomfortable doze.

    Bunny woke him when she started moving again. By now most of the

    drugs were out of her system, and as she opened her eyes, she was
    much more lucid. She was lucid enough, for example, to now feel and
    concentrate on the sticky bond between her skin and his. Jack's bush
    had pressed against her own as they slept, and now her bush was
    jizzy, too.

    She lay there looking at Jack's sleeping face and took inventory.

    Her groin hurt like fire, and she remembered slipping on the ice, and
    the terrible pain that had caused. She remembered the doctor giving
    her a shot for the pain, and after that the memories were hazy and
    dream-like.

    Part of that dream was Jack, on top of her, and a feeling of

    delicious fullness in her pussy. Now, as her hand slid along his
    naked back, to his naked hip, and she felt the sticky bond between
    them, she realized they had made love.

    The only part of that, that made her unhappy was that she couldn't

    remember feeling him making love to her. What she'd wanted for so
    long, had taken place; and now she couldn't remember it! That and the
    fact that she was still horny. She remembered being about ready to
    cum, but couldn't remember actually doing it.

    She was uncomfortable because of the mess between them. She

    thought about taking a shower, but when she tried to move the pain
    came back strongly.

    She moaned.

    Jack's eyes popped open in front of her face.

    "Bunny?" he said.

    "Hi Jack." she said softly.

    "You Okay?" he asked.

    "We're all sticky." she pointed out. "I need to

    take a shower, but it hurts to move."

    "You strained some muscles." Jack informed her.

    "I know." she said. "I remember." She smiled

    at him. "That's not all I remember." She kissed his chin.

    Jack blushed. He felt bad. It wasn't just because of his

    seduction, for all practical purposes, of Linda, but of taking
    advantage of Bunny's practically comatose condition, when he stuck
    his cock in her too.

    "Sorry." he mumbled. "I tried to make you

    comfortable and you were so beautiful, that I kind of got carried
    away."

    "I don't mind." she sighed. "I can't remember much

    of it, but I've wanted to do that with you for a long time."

    "Really?" he asked, surprised.

    "Oh yeah." she sighed again. "I think you're a

    hunk."

    "That makes me feel a little better." he admitted. "I

    could try to get you to the bathroom." he suggested.

    "It still hurts a lot." she said. "Could you get a

    washcloth and give me a bath in bed?"

    "Sure." he agreed immediately.

    Jack went to the bathroom and realized it was a good thing that

    Bunny hadn't been able to get up. The room was still a little steamy
    from Linda's shower and there were damp towels lying around. He got
    one of them and a washcloth, then grabbed the plastic ice bucket and
    ran some warm water into it; and hurrying back to Bunny.

    He began rubbing her skin, staring as her nipples popped out hard

    and long and she moaned with pleasure as the warm cloths slid all
    over her melons and slender waist. He directed his cloth to her
    crotch, and dipped to wipe clean her sperm-covered pussy lips. She
    tried to spread her legs automatically and winced as it hurt.

    "Did you say something about pain pills?" she asked,

    wanting to reach down and rub her pussy. She was getting hornier by
    the minute.

    "Yeah," sighed Jack, his cock getting hard as he looked

    at Bunny's naked body lying on the bed. "The doctor gave me a
    few for you."

    "Maybe I'd better take one, after all." she admitted.

    He left her long enough to grab the

    little bottle and tipped out just one pill this time. He gave it to
    her and hurried to the bathroom, where he got one of the plastic cups
    there and unwrapped it. He put a little water in it and took it back
    to her. She raised her head, took the water and then laid her head
    back down, opening her mouth to drop in the pill. She swallowed.

    "I hope it works fast." she said.

    "Does it hurt that bad?" asked Jack.

    "No, but I want to spread my legs again. I'm still horny

    Jack." She looked at him with serious eyes.

    "You're kidding." said Jack. He was still on edge at how

    much trouble he was already in.

    "No I'm not." she said. She would never have believed

    she could be so forward, but being in the same room with the man of
    her dreams, stark naked, with his hardening cock almost within reach
    made it seem almost normal.

    "You want to; do it?" he asked, incredulously.

    She wasn't doped up now, and yet she showed obvious interest in

    letting him do what he thought he'd only been able to do because she
    was incoherent.

    "Uh huh." she nodded. "Don't you?" she asked,

    just the hint of hurt in her voice.

    "Well; sure!" he agreed. "I just thought;"

    Actually, he didn't know what he thought. This warm willing woman was
    actually inviting him to have her and the thought made his cock
    bloom.

    Bunny was always sweet and pleasant, But now Jack knew she also

    has the body of a centerfold, and a sexual desire that now was out in
    the open.

    "What if somebody comes in?" he asked, knowing full well

    that could happen,again.

    "Put the 'do not disturb' sign on the door." said Bunny.

    "Write a note that I'm sleeping and not to bother me."

    Jack's mouth dropped open. If only he'd thought of that before!

    He did so, reaching out gingerly and hiding his naked body behind

    the door. He heard voices in the hallway, but didn't look to see who
    it was. When he returned, Bunny had managed to spread her legs a
    little bit. She was grimacing with the effort.

    "Don't hurt yourself." he warned.

    "I want you to make me feel all better, Jack." she

    moaned.

    "Just put them back together." he counseled her. "That

    worked last time." He reached for her and helped her close her
    legs again.

    She reached for him then, pulling him to her for a kiss and he

    gently climbed on top of her for the second time, his cock straining.
    She was still lubed up with his earlier deposit, and this time he
    slid into her almost effortlessly.

    "Hmm, yeah;" she moaned.

    He lay on top of her and rocked up and down, not really pulling

    out that much, but massaging her clit in the process and her hands
    went to his back, her nails scraping lightly across the skin there.

    "You squirted in me last time, didn't you?" she moaned.

    "Uh; yeah; a little bit I guess." he admitted.

    "You're a bad boy Jack. You shouldn't have done that."

    she moaned.

    "You're; um; on the pill, right?" he grunted.

    "No, silly. I'm a virgin." she whined. "I Was a

    virgin. Um, I'm not a virgin any more; am I Jack?"

    Jack's balls gave a little lurch at her admission that she was

    unprotected.

    "Uh" he grunted, trying not to spew her full. "I

    guess you're not." He went in deep and stayed there, rocking his
    hips back and forth sideways to lessen the stimulation to his cock.
    That mashed her clit back and forth and sent an orgasm thundering
    down on her like a sudden rain squall.

    She tensed under him and her nails dug in.

    "Oh, Jack; honey; it's happening; Oh Jack baby, it feels so

    good! Jack; Oh, Jack!" she squealed as the pleasure rushed all
    through her body. Her hips bucked and there was no pain.

    Jack's balls clenched and he knew he couldn't wait any longer.

    "Gotta cum!" he warned her. He started to withdraw and

    her hands flashed to his ass, her nails digging in there. Her message
    was clear. She didn't want him to stop what he was doing.

    With a tremendous feeling of relief, Jack unleashed his recently

    replenished and potent semen, blasting down on, and in, his beautiful
    co-worker; as he packed her womb full. This time there was no
    interruption, and his rod stayed fully embedded where it belonged, as
    it delivered spurt after potent spurt deep in her belly.

    There was only heavy breathing for a while, and then her hands

    found his head and she maneuvered him for a kiss.

    "I think I love you, Jack." she said, kissing him again.

    "I know I love you." he responded. "I've been in

    love with you for a long time."

    "Why didn't you say so?" she whispered.

    "Scared, I guess?" was his only answer.

    "We've wasted so much time." she said, kissing him twice

    more. "We could have been doing this for months."

    "But what about; I mean you could get; pregnant." he

    said.

    "Well, of course I'll have to do something about that soon.

    Right now is probably a pretty safe time for me."

    "Maybe I could use something." he offered.

    "Yes." she said, as if she'd just thought of it. "I'm

    not used to the idea of; doing this. I didn't think about that. Maybe
    they have something in the shop, out front."

    "I'll check." he said.

    "Check soon." said Bunny with a coquettish look. "I

    want to do this again, tonight."

    "But we have kids staying in the rooms with us." Jack

    said, remembering with a guilty start that they'd already been
    caught; something Bunny didn't know about yet. He wondered if he
    should tell her, but decided not to. He didn't know how to go about
    that.

    "Well then, you'll just have to check in on me tomorrow, and

    make sure I'm all right." said Bunny batting her eyelashes at
    him.

    Curfew.

    At eleven O'clock Jack was in the boys' suite and Bunny was in the

    girls' suite. All the kids were there, where they were supposed to
    be. Tiffany and Jerry were standing in the open door between the
    suites, doing everything except kissing in an obvious fashion. If it
    hadn't been for what happened earlier in the day, Jack would have
    said something like "Keep it in your pants Jerry, and break it
    up. It's bed time." But he couldn't say something like that in
    front of Tiffany.

    In fact, Mr. Kelly didn't know what he Could say in front of

    Tiffany. She obviously wasn't threatened by his earlier suggesting
    that he might tell her parents about her sexual activity.

    Bunny, not knowing anything about that, yelled for the girls to

    get to bed.

    Heaving a sigh of relief when the two young lovers separated

    without comment, Jack closed the door between the suites. The boys
    talked for an hour, still excited about the trip and what they
    planned on doing the next day. They also talked about girls, of
    course, especially about the girls on the other side of the door.

    Everything would have gone fine except for the argument.

    Breakfast Negotiations.

    Breakfast was a trial. The kids were all supposed to meet for

    breakfast each morning, to get any information the sponsors needed to
    put out, or for group activities to be identified, and so on. Bunny
    was still in bed, though she felt much better.

    Jack got to the dining room first and sat down at an empty table.

    He was soon sandwiched between Linda and Melody. Tiffany sat next to
    Melody. Linda was starry-eyed and tried to flirt with Jack. Melody
    wasn't far behind. She had experienced more with him the night
    before, than she had in her whole dating life. There was friction
    between the two as they played out their transparent feelings, their
    common lust for Mr. Kelly.

    When Linda tried to tell Melody to butt out, and that Mr. Kelly

    was hers, he tried to put his foot down before any of the others
    arrived at the table and everything went to shit.

    "Look," he said, holding up his hands. "I know that

    what happened yesterday was exciting and fun and all that, but you
    two are much too young to be interested in a man my age."

    Tiffany nodded. She looked uneasy about the passions she had

    unleashed in her friends. Playing around was one thing, but fawning
    over a teacher in public would bring the kind of attention to the
    group that could cause big trouble.

    "Yeah." she said out loud. "I

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About My First Time

From the publisher's feed

Tales of experiencing that first time. Some of them may be true.