Lauren walked down to the gallery, her heart racing. A little more than an hour before, the owner had called her and said she should get there immediately, that he had something important to talk to her about. A thousand thoughts flooded her brain as she tried to figure out what he wanted. He hadn’t seemed angry and she prided herself on her capabilities, so she didn’t think she’d screwed up.

She took a deep breath and hoped she looked okay. The hour she’d spent tossing her closet in search of the perfect outfit had resulted in a light blue silk shirt mated to a gray pencil skirt. Her hair was pinned back in what she hoped was a serious, yet sexy bun. She thought the effect was stylish and professional but it was hard to tell. She had been working in the gallery's accounting department for the last two years and it was quite possible she looked like an oversexed librarian.

Realizing it was too late to change anyway, she opened the door and walked inside, trying to look as confident and collected as possible. She was greeted immediately by the store's owner, Mark Thompson. He stood there tapping his watch impatiently.

“What took you so long?” he asked shortly as she walked inside.

“I came as quickly as I could.”

He looked doubtful but shook his head as if to clear it and said, “You said you wanted to run the gallery someday. Well, that day is here. I just fired Tiffany and need someone to cover the shop today.”

Lauren stood there in shock. “You fired Tiffany,” she stated cautiously.

“Yes, just this morning. She came in reeking of alcohol, still half-drunk. I won’t tolerate incompetence. If you can handle things today, I may let you manage the gallery but you have to show you can do the job. If I didn’t have meetings all day, I’d do it myself, but I can’t reschedule them. My loss is your gain, and if you work out, my gain as well. Fortunately for both of us, today should be slow. We have no client appointments so just tidy up a bit, answer the phone and hopefully you can keep the place from burning to the ground.”

He abruptly handed her the keys and started walking to the door. “Like I said, if today goes well, I may make you an assistant manager, if not, get used to accounting.”

Lauren watched him leave and even his surly attitude couldn't ruin her mood. For the first time, she was running an art gallery! Granted, it was a quiet, slow art gallery at the moment, but it didn’t matter. It had been her dream since she was a little girl and now here she was.

She turned to check the displays and for the first time really looked at the place. Whatever party had been here the night before had really left its mark. Mr. Thompson’s order for her to tidy up had been an understatement. All throughout the gallery were small piles of trash. She knew that the gallery usually had their events catered and couldn't believe that anyone had left it this way. It looked almost like someone had started to clean up and then stopped halfway.

The phone rang and her excitement returned as she answered her very first call, “Thompson Graphic Gallery. How may I help you?”

“Lauren?”

The voice sounded familiar but she hesitated. “Yes. This is Lauren, how may I help you?”

“Sorry about that, I meant to call the gallery not accounting.”

Lauren's pulse raced as she finally recognized the low, sexy baritone on the other side of the phone. There wasn't much she enjoyed about her job in accounting but having Blake Parker call always made any day better. About a year ago he’d called to try to figure out why the check he’d written for a painting he’d bought hadn’t been cashed. She’d done a little legwork, figured out the problem and taken care of it for him. At first, they had only spoken of accounting but over the following weeks, their conversations had moved away from business. Lately, she had considered making a few billing errors just to get him to call more often. Fortunately, he had been buying more and more lately.

“Hello, Mr. Parker. No, you didn't call the wrong number, I am actually managing the gallery today.”

“Oh really?” he asked. “Well, that's convenient. I was calling to make arrangements for my latest purchases. You know, it may be a bit complicated over the phone. I think I'll just drop by. See you in an hour?”

“An hour?” she asked looking around at the mess. The one time she was in charge of the gallery and it looked like a bomb had exploded. If she didn't get it clean in time, he'd think she was utterly incompetent! “That will be… great,” she stuttered, hoping she sounded more confident then she felt. “I'll see you then.”

The doorbell rang and Lori caught her breath with anticipation. Her parents had just left for a weekend in the country and Lori was left alone in the silent house. It was the perfect situation and she couldn't have asked for anything better.

She ran to the door but peeked out the window before she answered it. Sure enough, she recognized the bright red Porsche sitting out front. Even his car was sexy, she thought as she ran to the door.

She started to open the door, her face beaming and then remembered why she had called. She carefully schooled her features into a serious, worried expression and fully opened the door.

“Hey, honey,” he said as he saw her. “Are you all right?”

Lori felt herself warm at his concern. He always cared about her so much. Even though he was her father's best friend, he had been so close to her and her family that he had become like a second father to her. Growing up, her dad had often been away on business trips and vacations with her mom, but throughout it all, his best friend had been there for her. He was the person she called when she needed help and the person who had never let her down. Over the years, she had taken to telling everyone she had two dads. Not that the two men had much in common.

“Yeah, Daddy, I’m fine, just worried,” she said as she smiled up at him.

Even though he wasn’t her actual father, over the years, they had gotten pretty close. He had always been there to answer her questions and to teach her about things like fixing up cars, throwing a good curve ball and even catching her first fish. But now that she wasn’t a tomboy any longer, she was hoping he would be able to show her even more interesting things.

Over the last few years, she had blossomed into a woman and she wanted him to show her the kinds of tricks that only an experienced guy could know. Sure, she had been with plenty of boys from school but most of the time sex ended almost before it began. She knew there was more to it and knew her ‘Daddy’ would be the perfect person to teach her.

The main problem was she hadn't been able to get him alone. Now, with her parents away, it seemed like the perfect opportunity to convince him that she would be very willing and eager to learn all she could. She was sure that if she could just get him to her room, she would be able to enjoy everything he had to offer.

“Well, what’s wrong,” he said after a moment.

“Oh, Daddy, I just don't know,” she answered, hoping that she sounded sincere. “Why don’t you just take a look,” she finished as she opened the door wider and he walked in. Lori couldn't help watching him as he walked inside. He looked like he had come straight over from work — he was still wearing his work clothes. The blue button down shirt was accented by platinum cuff links and his khaki pants were perfectly tailored. Not that he needed it — his ass was perfect. She smiled to herself. Those were her favorite pants — on anyone…ever.

“So, the leak?” he said turning around once he was inside.

She jumped, a bit startled and smiled at him, giving him her best innocent expression. “Oh, it’s the bathroom in my room. Come upstairs, I'll show you.”

She closed the door and started up the stairs, hoping he was watching her tiny ass in the short shorts she had chosen. She knew he must have a perfect view of her rear as she walked up the stairs.

“So, where are your folks?”

“Oh, they left last night. They went to the beach for the weekend. I just don't think this can wait until they get back. I don't want to ruin the house or anything,” she said simply.

She looked up at him with an embarrassed grin, “It's kind of funny really, I thought once I turned eighteen, I would be ready to be on my own, but it looks like I still may need some help,” she said giving him her sweetest smile.

“You know I can never say, 'no' to you, Lori.”

“Can I hold you to that?” she quipped, her mind going to much more interesting scenarios.

He followed her into her room and through to her bathroom. The room was covered with water which she had thoughtfully thrown all over before she called.

“Here it is,” she said motioning to the shower.

“When I turned it on, it blasted all over everything. So, I had to shut down the water, but now that you're here,” she reached down and turned the knob, just as he turned and started to shout “No!!!”

Suddenly, the water was back on and the shower was blasting water all over the small bathroom. She squealed as the cold water covered her from head to toe and Daddy quickly leaned down to shut the water off again. By the time he had it tightened and stopped the two of them were dripping wet.

He stood back up and was looking over her a stunned expression on his face. She smiled as she remembered what she was wearing. She had worn her thinnest white tank top with no bra. She knew her shirt must be clinging to her body, revealing more than it hid.

“Oh, gosh, Daddy, I am so sorry,” she lied as she noticed the thin fabric clinging to his muscular frame. She was entranced as she looked at his strong, hard body and could see the bulge of every muscle. She had imagined this day for weeks but seeing him now, he looked even sexier than she had imagined. As she looked him over, she noticed another bulge, this one at the crotch of his pants.

“I’ll help clean up,” she offered as she grabbed a towel and started drying him off. She ran the towel a bit lower and her hands slowed as she felt his hard cock through his pants.

“Lori, I think you should stop that,” he said as he took a deep breath.

She looked up at him and slid her hands up his chest. “I really am sorry,” she said as her hands began undoing the small buttons on his shirt. “If you want to just take his off, I can toss it in the dryer and I’m sure it will be ready in no time.”

She kept undoing the buttons one by one until she had undone each one. She pulled the rest of the shirt out of his pants and quickly pulled it off of him, placing it carefully on top of her vanity.

She looked back over at him, and smiled. Her hands reached down and slid across his pants passing over his hard erect cock. “I think your pants are wet too,” she said, as she ran her hands over his cock, feeling the hard length of it beneath her fingers. “I should probably toss those in the dryer as well,” she said softly.

He stood there, completely frozen and she slid her hand lower until she felt his balls beneath his pants. She looked up at him, her breasts brushing lightly against his chest and their eyes locked. He had an expression on his face that she had never seen before. He was serious and intense, and part of her was intimidated while the other part was aroused.

“Your shower wasn’t broken, was it Lori?” he asked simply, his voice taking on a serious tone.

She looked up at him, and shook her head slowly, her hand still on his cock. “Not until I broke it, Sir,” she answered as her hand rubbed him through his pants.

He placed his strong hands on her waist and then slid them down slowly along her hips and down over her round buttocks. Everywhere he touched was like fire and Lori just stood there frozen.

“So what do you really want, Lori?” he asked as his hands slid back up.

“I want you,” she said simply, “to do whatever you want to me.”

“Oh really?” he said as his hands moved up past her waist to brush lightly across her nipples.

She caught her breath as his fingers explored her body. His hand cupped her breast and sent sensations running wildly through her. When he ran his fingers over the sensitive tips, her nipples quickly came erect for him.

“Why?” he asked as his thumb played along her tight peaks, “Wouldn’t it be better to have a boy your own age?”

She gasped as he sent thrills of electricity through her. There were certainly no boys her own age that made her feel like this.

“I’m tired of boys my own age,” she groaned as he continued to rub his thumbs along her breasts. “I want to know feel sex the way it should be.”

He closed his eyes as her hand continued to stroke his cock through his pants. She looked up at him, wondering just what his answer would be. She wanted this so badly she didn’t want to breathe.

When he opened his eyes again he looked right at her. “Then, I think you are going to have to take this off,” he said as his hand slid under her thin tank top, pulling it off her and revealing her pert breasts.

His hands reached up and cupped her full breasts as his thumbs once again teased her nipples. Lori took a deep breath as the sensations traveled throughout her body. He leaned down and put his mouth against her sensitive tip and when he flicked his tongue against her tight bud, she gasped from the sensation it created. He nipped softly on the sensitive flesh and then sucked hard on her erect nipple, causing ripples of excitement to travel down to her toes.

His other hand traveled down to her small jean shorts and deftly undid the button and zipper in one quick movement. Lori gasped with surprise as her shorts quickly landed on the floor, leaving her only in her small white G-string.

“Beautiful,” he said, as he looked at her nearly-naked body. “You are absolutely beautiful.” Lori flushed under the heat of his gaze, enjoying how his hands traveled across her body.

When his hands moved lower, she took a deep breath as his fingers lingered in between her thighs. The feel of his fingers against her most sensitive area made her gasp and she felt her panties get damp.

His hands slid back up, following the line of her thin panties and sending shivers of excitement through her.

“One more thing,” he said as he pulled as the small strings of her panties, tugging them down to her knees. She wiggled a bit and let them fall to ground, stepping out of them completely.

“That’s a good girl,” he said as his hands reached for her again. This time his fingers ran along her the swell of her pussy and rubbed gently against her clit.

“Now, move your legs apart.”

She hesitated for a moment and then spread her feet apart, leaving her pussy open and available for him. His fingers slipped in between her sensitive folds and Lori took a sharp breath as his thumb found her clit, teasing her delicate bud. His fingers were demanding and Lori felt more wetness slip from her cunt.

“Come here,” he said as he took her hand.

Lori obediently followed him over to her bed. He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled her down onto his lap so that her back was to him. Even through his pants she felt his hard cock pressing against her ass while his strong arms held her in place. Her legs were in between his and she wondered what he was going to do next.

His mouth found the nape of her neck and kissed down to her shoulders. She closed her eyes, enjoying the amazing sensations he created in her. When his hands ran delicately over her toned stomach, chills ran up and down her spine. His hands traveled down over her sensitive mound to her inner thighs and with almost no effort, he moved her legs apart, positioning them outside of his.

Her legs were wide open, giving him full access to her pussy and the air chilled her sex. When his hands slid back up her legs and deftly parted her soft folds she gasped. Slowly his fingers made small circles around her swollen clit. The effect was maddening, driving her crazy and arousing her more than she thought possible.

“Your pussy is soaked,” he said as his fingers ran up and down along both sides of her clit, squeezing slowly.

She moaned in response as electricity ran down to her toes.

“Are you sure this is what you want, Lori,” he asked as he slid his thumb over her clit. “You want me to just take you, however I want?”

“Yes, please, yes,” she begged, her body desperate with desire.

His fingers continued to tease her clit, increasing his assault on her engorged bud. When his other hand ran down and his fingers pressed against her wet opening, she felt her pussy muscles contract. He slid one finger inside her and she gasped as his large finger invaded her tight channel.

“You are so tight, Lori,” he whispered into her ear as he slid his finger in and out of her. “I am going to enjoy fucking your tight little pussy,” he promised, as his teeth nipped her earlobe gently.

He slipped another finger inside of her and she took a sharp, ragged breath. He had only been touching her for a few minutes and already her body was begging for release. She moved her hips, pushing her pussy toward his capable fingers. Each time she lifted her hips, she felt his hard cock grinding against her ass, an erotic promise of things to come.

Her breathing was hoarse and her body was on fire. He kept touching and teasing her, slowing down each time she got close to release and then starting back up again. Soon, she was wild with need as her body writhed on top of his. Finally, she felt the climax start to build and this time his fingers didn’t slow. Instead he increased his rhythm, one hand playing with her clit while the fingers on his other hand pushed deep inside her.

Lori put her hands on his thighs to steady herself as her body began to tremble. Her pussy contracted hard against his fingers, as the orgasm swelled and began to overwhelm her body. His experienced fingers kept playing with her sensitive clit, drawing out her orgasm as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She moaned and screamed as the pleasure tore through her body while his fingers continued to tease her little bud, squeezing and tormenting her until she thought she couldn’t take any more.

Finally, she came down off her high and he slowed his sweet assault, gently touching her and stroking her as she calmed down. Before she could regain control of herself, he began to tease her little clit to life again. Lori felt her body immediately respond and closed her eyes as she realized the effect he was having on her.

“Your sweet pussy feels so good,” he said as his fingers ran along the length of her. “But I think you need to show me what else my naughty little girl can do.”

He moved his hands off her and she realized she would do anything he wanted to have him touch her again. She knew she was beyond control and didn't care.

“Get on your knees in front of me,” he ordered and she obediently spun around and positioned herself between his thighs.

He pushed off his shoes and stood up in front of her so that her head was level with the large bulge in his pants. “Now be a good little girl,” he said as he looked down at her and smiled gently, “and take out my cock.”

Lori felt her pussy clench with excitement. Her hands ran up his legs, feeling how strong and powerful they were. When she reached the top of his pants, she undid the button first and then started to slide open the zipper, feeling his hard cock through the thin fabric of his pants. When she pushed down the pants and briefs, his cock rose thick and long in front of her.

He stepped out of the pants and sat down, placing his legs on either side of her.

“Good girl,” he said as she stood there staring at the large, erect cock in front of her. “Do you want to suck it?”

“Yes, sir,” she answered as she moved toward him.

She brought her hands toward his cock but before she could touch his thick member he took her hands in his.

“No, no, sweetheart,” he said, as he moved her hands to rest on top of his muscular thighs, “I want to see what a good job you can do with just your mouth.”

Lori’s eyes went wide. Slowly she leaned down and licked the head of his thick shaft gently.

“That’s a good girl,” he moaned.

She felt excited at the thought of pleasing him and let her tongue play along the length of his large cock, licking from its base to the tip and back again.

When she reached the top a second time, she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and heard him groan with pleasure as she sucked him deep inside her mouth. She slowly pulled herself off him, letting her tongue play against his cock as she moved away. She took him into her mouth again, pushing him deeper and feeling his cock harden and lengthen as she found her rhythm, sucking him deeper into her throat each time.

His hands slid down to cup her breasts and she moaned as his fingers teased her erect nipples. Each time she pulled him deep into her mouth, he squeezed the sensitive buds, making her pussy clench with her need. Soon, his rhythm matched hers and the deeper she took him into her mouth, the harder he would squeeze her erect tips, sending her pussy into spasms.

The effect drove her wild, making her crazy, until she was sucking on his thick member as hard as she could, taking him deeper than ever before.

“Oh, yeah,” he moaned as she pulled him deep into her throat. “Oh my god, I can’t believe what my little girl can do,” he groaned.

One of his hands slipped between her legs and found her clit. The next time she sucked him deep, he squeezed her little bud and she came undone. The orgasm washed over her body and she groaned hard on his cock as she came, wishing desperately he were inside her pussy instead.

He stopped her then and made her stand up, her legs wobbly from her orgasm as she tried to find her footing. “You are so wet,” he said as his fingers ran along her thighs feeling the liquid dripping from her cunt. “You are so ready to be fucked.”

Lori just closed her eyes, realizing that she wanted to him inside her more than she ever wanted anything.

“Please, Daddy” she begged softly, “Please fuck me.”

He turned her and gently eased her down on to her bed, spreading her legs in front of him.

“Good girl,” he said as he climbed on top of the bed to sit in between her legs. “That’s the way I want you,” he said as his hand reached out and stroked her wet slit.

Lori moaned at his touch and lifted her hips toward his expert fingers.

“Say it again, Lori,” he coaxed as he slid a finger inside her. “Tell me what you want.”

She groaned again as she answered. “Please, Daddy. Please fuck me. Put your hard cock in me and make me cum again.”

He leaned forward and let the tip of his cock slide along her pussy lips. With the other hand, he reached down and opened her to his thick member as her body trembled with excitement. Gently he pressed inside as her pussy stretched to accommodate his thick cock.

Lori moaned as he slowly pushed inside of her, her body on fire as he split her in two, stretching her tight channel. By the time his balls touched her ass, her pussy was so stuffed with his oversized cock she could barely breathe. He slowly pulled back out and she groaned with her need.

He began a slow rhythm, his cock moving in and out, driving her crazy with each slow thrust. Every time he plunged inside her, he went deeper and each time she was overwhelmed with how full her pussy felt. Each stroke set her on fire, a sensation she had never experienced from the boys she’d had.

He plunged in and out, his rhythm increasing, getting harder and faster and soon Lori was more aroused than she would have thought possible. She felt like she was going to go crazy and she gritted her teeth to keep from screaming. The longer he pounded into her, the more aroused and excited she became, unsure how much more she could take. His cock was a sweet torture, keeping her at the brink of an orgasm with each stroke.

“My god, Lori,” he said as he plunged deep inside her, “I love the way your tight pussy feels wrapped around my cock.”

Lori just moaned in reply and lifted her hips to him.

When his hand found her nipple it was almost too much to bear. She felt her body begin to quiver as another orgasm began. Her body was on fire and her pussy clamped down hard around his cock. Almost in response, she felt him swell even more. He kept plunging deep inside her and her orgasm hit like a train, knocking the breath out of her with its intensity. His breathing became ragged and with a final thrust, he came inside of her, his cock pulsing as they both found their release together.

He rolled off of her and onto his back, lying next to her on the bed, breathing heavily.

“That was incredible, Lori,” he said as he caught his breath.

Lori rolled onto her side and propped herself onto her elbow looking him directly in the eye. “Was it?” she asked with a smile.

“Yes,” he said as he looked over at her. “Yes it was.”

She looked him up and down as she lay next to him, holding his softening cock and gently tugging on it. “Because, I think I could have done better,” she said with an impish grin. “After all, you know what you have always told me — it isn’t enough to learn something — the only way you get good is with practice.”

He smiled at her, “Is that so?”

“Yes,” she answered. “And we have all weekend to practice. But first,” she said sheepishly, “we really need to fix the shower.”

“Mr. Weston, my pen fell off the desk. Can I leave my seat to get it?” Heather asked softly.

Her teacher had been deliberately focusing on the papers in front of him, but Heather was certain she could get his attention. He growled, looked up and his eyes widened. Heather smiled to herself at the surprise on his face. She had unbuttoned a few extra buttons on her shirt and was leaning forward in her seat, making sure he had a perfect view down the front. She saw his eyes drift down and but almost instantly, he composed himself and forced himself to focus on her eyes.

Round 1, Heather! she thought smugly.

He shook his head in annoyance and answered curtly, “Yes, but that better be the last time it happens. No games today Heather. This is detention and it’s not a place for you to amuse yourself.”

Heather giggled at that. Considering she’d been here the last five days, she was hardly likely to forget where she was, especially since it had become her favorite part of the day. While most people hated coming here, for Heather, this was heaven. She had been mercilessly teasing Mr. Weston all week, driving him absolutely nuts. There was something about messing around with substitute teachers, probably because they hadn’t caught on to her games yet.

She still remembered the first time she had met him. Her shirt had a few too many buttons open and he’d stopped her in the hall to reprimand her for her “inappropriate” uniform. She simply smiled, said “Yes, Mr. Weston,” undid another button, and continued down the hall.

When she found he was going to be the detention teacher, she knew she was going to torture him.

Every afternoon was another game. One time her shirt might be open, another time, her skirt would be too short and sometimes, both at once. Of course, this only happened when the two of them were alone. If someone else was around, Heather’s skirt and shirt were always beyond reproach. At first Mr. Weston had been determined to reprimand her, but he had finally given up, and Heather relished the small victory.

“Thank you, Mr. Weston,” she answered sweetly as she got up and made a show of looking around the room.

Heather smiled a small mischievous smile as she looked him over. She was surprised at just how much he could take. She couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if he were to lose that rigid reserve.

Many times she’d fantasized about what that would be like. During the day she tried to make things as ‘hard’ on him as she could, then she would go home and night and pretend…

“I think it rolled under those shelves,” she said as she got down on her hands and knees, leaning down to look under the bookcase. This wasn’t an accident. She knew the way she looked, her skirt riding up and her legs slightly apart. She’d spent enough time posing in her room to get it just right. She saw him looking over at her on the floor and knew she was it was working.

As she looked back toward the shelves, she stretched down, keeping her ass high in the air. She loved the thought of him watching her as she leaned down on the floor. The best part was teasing him mercilessly and knowing that he wouldn’t do anything about it. Sure, she was “legal” and old enough, but no matter what she did, he was always the very model of rigid control and she was free to drive him crazy.

“I can’t quite reach it,” she complained loudly, turning and giving him a small little smile. For a moment his expression changed, and then, just as quickly, his eyes were back on her ass.

She had never gone this far before and was wondering what he was thinking. She could just see him out of the corner of her eye, watching as her short skirt rode higher and higher. She leaned over a bit more and knew that he was getting an excellent view now, especially considering she wasn’t wearing any panties.

She spread her legs a bit more as she pretended to stretch forward and reach under the bookcase as far as she could. She moaned just a bit and then in the same sultry tone added a breathless, “Oh, god, it’s so close…”

She heard a soft gasp from Mr. Weston and wiggled her ass exposing her bare pussy even more. She felt a thrill knowing that he was watching her, knowing just how much he could see.

Finally, she looked over her shoulder a small little pout on her lips, “I think I may need some help.”

He looked back at the closed door and then back to her. She was bent over in front of him now and she felt his gaze burning on her ass and bare pussy. Just knowing he was staring at her was getting her more and more turned on every minute. His eyes were hungry as they roamed over her and she had never seen him stare at her in quite that way. She was half excited, half nervous and wondered just what he was going to do. Could he really control himself?

“You really want my help, Heather?” he asked, his voice deep and serious.

For a moment, Heather hesitated. Somehow his tone was more serious than she was expecting.

She found her voice and answered softly, “Yes, Mr. Weston.”

“Are you sure?” he asked as he got up from behind his desk and walked over to where she was.

Heather couldn’t help but look up. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the front of his pants. The material across his crotch was pushed out so far that she couldn’t help but wonder how big he was. As she stared, she felt warm wetness slip from between her legs and her stomach began to tingle.

“Yes, Mr. Weston,” she said again.

He walked over to where she was kneeling and took a seat on a chair close to her. His eyes traveled from her ass down her legs to her feet and back again. He was no longer trying to hide it. She knew he was staring directly at her pussy and her stomach clenched with a mix of excitement and apprehension.

She started to lean back onto her heels but before she could get back up, he had his hand on her shoulder, pushing her back down.

“Don’t give up yet, Heather. With a little more effort, I think you just might be able to reach it. You need to finish what you start. Try again.”

“But I think…” she began, but he cut her off.

“You dropped your pen. Go get it,” he said commandingly.

Heather realized what he wanted and obediently returned to all fours in front of him. He took a seat next to her, and she could feel his leg brush against hers. As she moved forward, she felt his hand touch her ass and gasped with surprise.

“You’ll have to look a bit harder than that,” he said as his hand moved a bit lower. Soon she felt his hand slid even further down her back, down to her ass. Everywhere he touched her, she felt like her skin was on fire.

Heather gasped as his fingers slid in between the crack of her ass. She felt his middle finger slide further down until it was nearly touching her sensitive folds.

“Heather,” he said softly, “If you want something, you have to work for it. You aren’t going to get it without more effort. Try harder.”

Obediently, she leaned forward, her arm sliding under the shelves as far as she could reach. The lower her shoulder went to the ground, the higher her ass went into the air. Her breathing was fast and excited as she wondered what he was going to do and how far he’d go.

She didn’t have long to wait.

Slowly, his fingers descended to her soft folds and Heather froze as she felt his fingers dip between her pussy lips. When they found her clit, she took a sharp breath as the sensation rushed through her, down to her toes.

“Any luck?” he asked as his fingers caressed her wet slit. His fingers teased her slowly, running from her clit all the way down to her slick opening. She didn’t answer so he said, “No matter. Keep at it. Stay just like that. I’m sure you’ll find it. You can do anything you put your mind to.”

Heather couldn’t believe what he was doing to her and the effect it had on her so quickly. His thumb made a slow circle around her sensitive bud and she moaned when he squeezed it gently.

Finally, one of his thick digits slid inside her and she gasped and closed her eyes as the pleasure rushed in. She squealed as his invading digit penetrated her tight pussy, playing with her, exploring her. Surprised, she tried to get up but he kept her there, her ass in the air in front of him. He continued teasing her and keeping her on the edge of an orgasm as his capable fingers played with her most sensitive area.

She started moaning under his ministrations and realized she was quickly losing control. With his thumb, he teased her clit while he thrust his finger in and out of her. He increased his pace and before she knew it, she felt her climax rush through her body and the world exploded around her. She felt her pussy tighten around his thick digit as her body lost control.

Finally, his fingers slowed and Heather began returning to reality. Coming down and breathing heavily, she couldn’t believe what had just happened.

“Oh, Mr. Weston,” she started not knowing exactly what to say, “I can’t believe I just… That was… I mean…”

But he cut her off before she could finish. “Did you think you could just tease me all week and there wouldn’t be consequences? That was just the beginning, Heather,” he said softly, his fingers still playing with her gently. “I think it’s only fair that I get to tease you as much as you have me, every way I can think of.”

His voice was confident and sure and she felt a thrill run through her. His eyes pierced hers and she felt a shiver of fear too. She knew she had put herself into this situation, but she couldn’t help wonder just what he had in mind.

He helped her up off the floor and then grabbed her by the waist, placing her on the chair in front of him. He kneeled and spread her legs wide in front of him, keeping her skirt high around her hips. He gently parted her pussy lips with his fingers and began teasing her abused clit again.

Suddenly, he pulled her hips toward him, and with his eyes never leaving hers, slowly leaned down in front of her open pussy. She gasped as his tongue darted out and slowly licked the length of her swollen pussy. She threw her head back as his tongue found her already aroused clit and traced a line slowly across it.

Using one finger, he gently slid into her as deep as he could. She let out a low moan as he spread her lips and lightly circled her clit with his tongue. He inserted a second finger inside her and she took a ragged breath as he pushed her open, sending thrills through her. With his thumbs, he parted her and ran his teeth gently against her clit sending tingles through to her stomach.

Suddenly, he sucked hard on her little bud as his fingers pressed deep inside. It was more than Heather could take. She instantly exploded, shuddering and gasping, as she came so hard she almost couldn’t breathe. She ran her fingers through his hair, trying to keep her balance and focused on the waves of pleasure cascading throughout her. Her legs quivered and her body shook as he continued his oral assault. He kept his face ground against her pussy and she rode out the final tide of pleasure, teeth gritted and eyes shut.

“Oh god, that was so intense,” she said breathlessly.

As the orgasm began to fade, his fingers expertly began bringing her body back to life. Even though she had already had two mind-blowing orgasms, she couldn’t help feel like she wanted even more. She stared at the huge bulge in his pants and couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if he used that on her.

Soon, he had her going wild again only this time he kept her just on the edge. She moaned as his fingers teased and taunted her, getting her close to release but stopping right before she could hit her peak again.

She moaned softly and looked down to see him smiling up at her.

“What do you want?” he asked, his voice soft but serious.

“Oh, god,” she whispered back. He continued to tease her as she moaned again. “Please,” she added softly.

His fingers continued their gentle assault and she groaned.

“Please what?” he asked.

All she could think about was what it would be like to have him inside of her. Her eyes were staring intently at his pants as she sat up, pulling him to his feet. Slowly, she reached for his belt and began to undo it.

“That is what you really wanted all this time, isn’t it?” he asked with a small smile.

“Yes,” she answered, realizing she wanted him more than she had ever wanted any of the guys from school.

His other hand found the buttons of her shirt and began to open them further. She closed her eyes as he cupped her breast and rolled a nipple through the lacy bra between his fingers.

“Then show me, how much you want my cock,” he said simply as he squeezed her nipple, the thrill shooting down to her pussy.

She reached for his pants and undid the belt and then the top button. She could feel his large cock underneath the thick material. It was already hard and she ran her hand along the outline. She undid the zipper slowly, pushed his slacks down and soon, the only thing between her and his massive cock was a thin layer of cotton. She pulled the waistband of his underwear down and his long member sprang free.

Heather took a sharp breath as she saw him for the first time. It would have been an understatement to say that he was longer and thicker than any of the guys she had been with. His oversized member rose up in front of her, erect and proud and she couldn’t help but stare. Part of her wondered what it would feel like to have his cock deep inside her and the other part wondered if it was even possible for her to take it at all!

She touched the top of him and then slid her hand down until she cupped his balls in her fingers. She felt their weight in her hand and rubbed them gently.

Mr. Weston moaned a bit and she smiled, enjoying how it felt to keep him on edge for a bit. She let her other hand slide up and down his shaft while she continued to massage his balls.

He sighed again and let out a soft groan, “Don’t stop, Heather. Finish what you start.”

Slowly, she lowered her head down until her breath warmed the tip. His cock throbbed in her hands, and she let her tongue flick out and taste the little drop of pre-cum at the tip.

Her hot mouth surrounded his cock and with her tongue she played with the bulbous head while her hand slid along his thick length. When she pulled away, he moaned in protest and she dropped her mouth on him again.

Gently she squeezed his balls as her mouth took him in again. She started sucking up and down on his throbbing cock running her tongue along his length. One hand squeezed the base of his cock while the other lightly rubbed his balls. Each time she sucked him into her mouth, she took him a bit farther in and she felt him getting harder. When he groaned loudly, she felt herself become slick with her own excitement.

He pulled her roughly to her feet and she saw the arousal in his face as he looked at her. She kept her hands on his cock, massaging his balls and sliding her fingers gently along his thick member.

“Not yet,” he said simply as he released a ragged breath.

He looked in her eyes and she felt herself take a quick breath. His hands traveled along the front of her bra and it sent warm shivers through her.

“Take it off,” he ordered.

“But, I thought,” she began and he cut her off.

“I wasn’t asking, Heather,” he said softly.

His hands ran across the silky fabric and he quickly undid the clasp, sliding the bra to the ground. He explored her breasts, rolling the nipples tenderly between his fingertips until they stiffened under his touch. Tendrils of fire made their way to her pussy and she knew she must be soaked.

Mr. Weston cupped one full breast in his hand and leaned over to take her nipple into his mouth. His teeth ran over her erect nub and she gasped from the sensation. As his mouth teased her, his hands moved lower and lower until they found her pussy. He pushed his palm against her soft mound, pressing her clit and turning her on even more.

“Well?” he asked as his hands ran along the inside of her thighs and slowly traveled up to her sensitive slit. His hands rubbed against her, and his fingers slid along her wet folds. His fingers found her small bud again and rubbed it gently. “What do you want?”

She gasped as his thumb made circles over the sensitive nub. She knew she should tell him to not to, that she should just leave the room. Her teasing had taken her way past anything she ever expected, but when his hand squeezed the tiny bud, all thoughts of what was appropriate fled her mind. He slid a finger back inside her and she felt electricity shoot up through stomach to her breasts.

“You are so wet,” he said as his finger slid in and out of her slick pussy. “The truth is you want to be fucked. Don’t you?”

She moaned as she realized he was right. He had her so aroused that all she could think about was how much she wanted his big, hard cock inside of her. Her pussy muscles contracted involuntarily around his finger and she knew he had his answer.

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” he asked again as his other hand cupped her breast. His thumb found her nipple and he ran his nail across it.

She gasped from the sensation and leaned against him to steady herself. His strong fingers played with her erect nipple, sending thrills through her breasts and down to her pussy.

“You’re soaked,” he said as he slipped another finger into her slick channel. “You are enjoying this aren’t you?”

Heather’s body was on fire. She wasn’t used to a man having this much control over her body. She realized she was completely lost and ready to do whatever he asked. All she could think about was fucking him, feeling his large cock inside her, her legs wrapped around him.

“You don’t just want to be fucked, you need to be fucked. Don’t you?” He squeezed her clit for emphasis, sending sensations rushing through her pussy. “Say it,” he said pausing to suck on her nipple, “Tell me you want to be fucked.”

“Yes,” she reluctantly admitted.

“I am going to enjoy sliding inside your sweet little pussy,” he whispered softly into her ear even as his cock pressed against her wet opening.

He pushed the head of his cock slowly inside her and she felt her pussy ache as her body stretched to accommodate his thick member.

“God, you’re so damn tight,” he groaned as he inched his way further inside her, forcing her tight channel to accept his large cock.

Heather moaned with pleasure and she felt her pussy open reluctantly as he penetrated her even further. The deeper inside her he pushed, the more overwhelming the sensation became.

“Oh god,” she moaned as she felt his balls gently rest against her ass. Her body was stretched beyond anything she had ever imagined, a perfect mixture of pleasure and pain. He remained there for a moment, letting her get used to his size.

Heather had never had a man fill her so completely. Her muscles clenched tightly around him and she felt him get even harder. Instinctively, she pushed up against his erection, driving him even deeper inside. He groaned as pulled himself out slowly and began a steady rhythm, pounding her hard and fast. Heather pushed up to meet him as he plunged inside her and felt her body begin to build to another climax. With each stoke, she felt herself getting more overwhelmed and the orgasm growing.

His breathing was losing control as he pounded her harder and faster. Suddenly, Heather arched her back as wave after wave of pleasure overwhelmed her body and she began to shiver uncontrollably. With each new stroke, she felt her body overcome with the sensations he was giving her. His rhythm became even harder and faster as his balls hit against her ass. He groaned with his lust and with one last, hard thrust, he came, cock buried deep, pulsing inside of her.

He collapsed on top of her, breathing hard and she wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, her body still in shock from the mind-blowing orgasms she just had.

As he pulled himself back together, Heather put back on her bra and shirt. Soon, they were both dressed and Mr. Weston headed back to his desk at the front of the classroom.

Just as they were both in their seats, the bell rang announcing the end of the period and the end of Heather’s detention.

As she stood up, Mr. Weston looked over at her. “I hope you learned a valuable lesson today.”

“Yes, I certainly did,” she answered her voice low and soft, “but I suppose you won’t know for sure until I see you tomorrow at detention.” She gave him an impish grin as she turned to leave.

“Tomorrow is Saturday,” he said.

“I know,” she replied and when she reached the door looked over her shoulder at him.

“But I never found my pen.”

“Fuck,” Emily cursed as she looked in the rear view mirror and saw the police car’s lights flashing. She wondered just how long he had been behind her. Emily loved to drive fast and tonight was no exception. She usually ignored the speed limit and drove whatever speed she liked, but she was almost home and thought she’d gotten away with it, yet again. Besides, she had her “secret weapons”.

She took a deep breath as she pulled the car over to the side of the quiet street and prepared to greet the officer. This wasn’t her first rodeo — she was stopped all the time and most of the time her little routine worked pretty well. Tonight, the stakes were higher and she felt a twinge of nervousness.

She pulled her shirt down a bit, licked her lips and propped up her breasts so that they would be shown to their best advantage. Next, she lowered her window and scooted over in the seat so that she would be looking right up at him when he came over. She hoped she could win him over and be on her way soon. If not… well, she didn’t want to think about that. If she got another ticket, she would lose her license. The judge had been very clear about that.

“Good evening Miss,” he said as he shined the light into her car, “May I see your license and registration?”

She handed them over and tried to look up at him, but the light was nearly blinding. All she could make out was a deep sexy rumble. She let out a sigh of relief — it was a man’s voice and not a woman’s. Women always hated her, police women more than most. They were just ugly and jealous.

She smiled to herself, confident that after a few minutes of flirting she would be on her way.

“Is there a problem Officer?” she asked as she looked up at him, eyes wide with feigned surprise and confusion. She leaned toward him, making sure to keep her hands to her sides and ensuring that he got a clear view of her large breasts and the deep valley in-between.

He continued to shine the light down at her and she blinked into the brightness.

“You could say that,” he said slowly. “Do you know why I pulled you over?”

“No idea, Officer,” she said as she batted her eyelashes up at him. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Please turn off your engine. I’ll be right back,” he said and went back to his car with her license and registration.

She waited impatiently. Although the few drinks she’d had a few hours ago had worn off, she was tired and wanted nothing more than to slip into her warm bed.

He approached her car after a few minutes and she looked up again, flashing the biggest smile she could muster.

“Please Miss, step out of the car,” he said finally, without a hint of warmth.

She felt a shiver of fear. This wasn’t part of the plan. He was supposed to flirt back a bit then give her a warning. She became acutely aware of what she was wearing and realized if she didn’t think of something fast, she was sunk! She was dressed for clubbing, not convincing a police officer that she was a good person, someone he should let off.

She opened the door and placed one high-heeled shoe on the ground then stood up, trying to pull her skirt lower. No matter what she did, her skirt simply didn’t have enough material to extend more than an inch or so below her ass. Her little tank-top was equally useless. Designed to get attention and show off every curve, her clothes pegged her for exactly what she was — a party girl.

The police officer lowered his flashlight and she blinked as her eyes adjusted to the moonlight. She saw him clearly now, looking at her impassively. His skin was the color of warm, dark chocolate and all Emily could think was that he looked delicious. He was large, towering over her by at least a foot. His crisp uniform seemed just a bit too snug in all the best places and she found herself staring at the large bulge in his pants. Even in her current situation, she couldn’t help but wonder if the stereotype about black men were true.

He cleared his throat pointedly.

She let her gaze linger where it was a moment longer, then finally looked up and met his eyes. Unfortunately, his dark brown eyes were almost as distracting as his bulging cock.

“Well?” he asked and she realized she had missed everything he’d been saying.

“Um, I, uh?” she stammered, not quite sure how to answer.

“Your insurance has lapsed, you were driving 22 miles over the speed limit and your registration is out of date. I’m going to have to impound the car and take you in to custody.”

She looked up at him, genuine fear and worry playing across her face. “What? No! I mean, please, you can’t.”

“Sorry, Miss, but…”

“But Officer,” she said desperately smiling up at him in the most flirtatious way she could. “Isn’t there anything you can do to help me?”

“I’m sorry Miss. There is nothing I can do. Please, turn around and place your hands on the vehicle.”

“But, I can’t lose my car!” she begged, “Please, I just can’t.”

“I am sorry Miss. Please put your hands on the car.”

“Officer”, she said slowly, not believing what she was about to say, “I will do anything, and I mean ANYTHING if you can just give me a warning.”

He froze. “Anything?” he asked in a low, sexy voice.

“Anything,” she said firmly.

“Then turn around and put your hands on the car,” he said.

“Fuck,” she thought humiliated. She’d thrown herself at him and she was STILL going to jail.

Defiantly, she held out her wrists. “Here you go Officer. Arrest me,” she said.

He moved quickly, and grabbed her hands in his much larger ones. She gasped in surprise — he was incredibly fast. He turned her around and pushed her to the front of the car, pressing her against it. She could feel his hard body behind her, his legs brushing against hers. When his hips brushed against her ass, she felt herself get wet from the excitement of feeling his thick cock through their clothes.

“Place your hands on the front of the car and spread your legs,” he ordered, his voice husky and deep.

She moaned breathlessly as she started to comply. She moved her legs apart and could feel the short skirt rising up, giving him a view of the bottom of her ass. Instead of pulling it down, she leaned forward to put her hands as far on the car as possible. She arched her back, leaving her butt up in the air, her skirt nearly to the middle of her ass.

“Like this?” she asked suggestively as she turned to look back at him.

“It’s going to take more than that to get out of this, little girl,” he said, as he looked her over.

She let herself meet his stare as she waved her ass back and forth. “Maybe I am willing to go as far as it takes,” she answered with a coy smile.

He bent down in front of her and began to run his hands along her legs. At first, she was disappointed that he was bothering to pat her down, but as his hands moved higher, they moved slower. His thumbs slid up her inner thigh slowly, and she felt her panties get damp as his hands moved closer to her pussy.

“Then you are going to have to show me just how much you don’t want to get arrested,” he said as his hands reached her soft wet slit.

His fingers played along her thin G-string and she gasped as he pulled the material to one side. She started to get up and he pushed her back down on the hood of the car.

“Not so fast,” he said as his fingers felt along her wet slit. “Unless you just want me to arrest you?”

She didn’t answer as she felt his fingers moved slowly along her wet pussy. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She had expected to just flirt her way out but now she realized that he expected more than just a look at her breasts. And she wasn’t going to let him arrest her.

She stopped struggling, and realized that she didn’t have much choice. If she didn’t want to be arrested, there was only one other option.

He felt her body relax and he slowly eased the pressure from her back.

“That’s a good girl,” he said as his arm slid down from her back, to grasp a full, firm breast. “Are you ready to show me how much you don’t want to be arrested?” he asked as his hands continued to roughly explore her body.

His hand moved under her tank top and found her sensitive nipple. He rolled it between his finger and thumb, the feeling setting her on fire.

“Well?” he asked as he squeezed it hard making her gasp in surprise.

“Yes,” was all she said.

The next thing she knew, he had her turned around facing him. She looked up into his dark eyes and saw the smoldering lust in them.

“Take out my cock,” he said as he brought her hands up and placed them over the hard bulge in her pants. She felt him harden under her hand and couldn’t believe his size. Even through his pants, she could tell he would be bigger than any guy she had ever been with.

He moaned and his hands reached out and pulled her tank top up over her bare breasts. She looked down and saw his dark, hands contrasted against her creamy white skin as he felt the weight of her breasts.

She undid his belt, popped the button and pulled down his zipper. As she tugged his pants she could nearly see his cock through his boxer briefs and hesitated. He was enormous. Could she really handle a cock that big?

He saw her freeze and pushed his own underwear to the ground, freeing his oversized cock.

Emily gasped with surprise as she looked at his thick hard member. It was dark and long, at least ten inches from base to tip. Her mouth opened in surprise as she looked at the thick hard cock in front of her.

“Now suck it,” he said as he pressed on her shoulders, pushing her down to him.

Emily wasn’t sure what to do with a cock that big.

“Now,” he said firmly.

She licked her lips in anticipation as she bent over his thick rod. Her hands found the bottom of his shaft and she groaned as her fingers slid over him and realized he felt as hard as steel.

She watched him close his eyes, and squeezed gently on his thick cock, feeling his thick member harden even more.

As she leaned her mouth toward his large throbbing cock, she felt tingles of excitement travel to her stomach. When she was just inches away, she flicked out her tongue and slowly ran it along the large head, flicking the tip of his cock gently.

His hands reached for her hair and he moaned as her tongue played with his sensitive head.

“Take it deeper,” he ordered.

His words sent shivers of excitement through her, making her bolder and more aggressive. She pushed her mouth down again, this time taking in at least half of his fat black cock before she pulled away.

“Deeper,” he said again.

She took a deep breath as her mouth sucked him in even deeper and felt the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. Even as far as he was into her mouth, she still had just a little over half of his thick cock.

Each time she sucked him into her mouth, he pressed down on her head encouraging her to take her farther and farther in. She felt him getting harder and when he groaned loudly, she felt herself become slick with her own excitement.

He pulled her to her feet and she saw the arousal in his face as he looked at her.

“Now turn around and bend over,” he ordered, “let me see that ass in the air.”

“No, you can't, I mean, I can't…” she said, suddenly hesitating.

He ignored her as he turned her around and pushed her skirt high above her ass. He pressed his cock against her and Emily closed her eyes as he sent shivers of pleasure throughout her body.

“Yes, you can,” he said as he pushed her tiny panties down to her knees. “Unless you want to be arrested instead.”

She moaned as she felt his hard cock pushing against her and her pussy muscles tensed as she realized she wanted him badly. He slid his cock along her pussy as he spoke, letting it get slick with her own juices.

“Say it,” he said as the head of his cock pushed gently against her wet opening. “Tell me what you want me to do. Arrest you or fuck you.”

His thick cock was sliding against her and when he pushed it against her clit she gasped and moved her hips toward him.

“Not until you choose,” he said as he kept his cock just out of reach.

“Fuck me,” she said breathlessly realizing she had become wanton with her need. “Oh, please, Officer, fuck me hard!”

He pushed inside her slowly and she felt his erect cock filling her, threatening to split her in two. Her pussy contracted around him like a vise, tightening on him and the sensation was overwhelming. She pushed back against his hips, pushing him even deeper and reveling in the feeling of his cock inside her. He kept pushing further and further inside, her body slowly accommodating his oversized member.

“Oh god,” she moaned as he continued to push further and further inside. No one had ever filled her like this and she wasn’t sure she could handle more, “Oh no, you’re too big,” she moaned as she felt his cock pushing her apart, her body burning from pain and pleasure.

He ignored her protests and just continued sliding slowly inside her. She moaned and writhed as his cock filled her, taking her deeper than any man ever had before. “Oh, god,” she groaned, “I can’t, I… oh my god,” she moaned when she finally felt his balls pressed hard against her.

He held her, arms wrapped around her as he pressed his cock deep inside, then paused to let her get used to his size. Slowly he pulled out of her and she groaned, wanting desperately to have him slide back inside. When he did, he pushed hard and fast, hitting his balls against her ass and sending her forward. She braced herself with her arms and pushed her ass up higher toward him as he came down again.

His rhythm was fast and hard, as he pounded his thick cock farther and deeper inside her with each thrust. Her pussy was on fire with every stroke and she felt her body come alive with the sensation.

When his hand reached in front to thumb her clit, it was more than she could stand. She felt the orgasm rise from deep inside her and soon her entire body was beyond her control. With every thrust, he sent a wave of pleasure over her body, sending her higher and higher with each hard stroke.

She arched her back and let out a guttural moan as her pussy contracted around him, pulsing against him as he continued to plunge deep inside her. As hard as he was, when he felt her pussy muscles contract around him, his cock became even harder. Every time he pushed himself deep inside her it fueled her excitement, making her wild as the orgasm rippled through her body. His thick cock plunged on and on, deeper and deeper, bringing her to heights she had never imagined.

He fucked her hard and deep, enjoying each thrust and pound. Emily just moaned, unable to believe that she could feel anything like this. Suddenly, his rod swelled bigger than she could have imagined possible and he pushed even deeper. Her body was shaking with her pleasure as her orgasm hit its peak. When he thrust again, harder than he had before, he finally came inside her, his body jerking as he too found his release.

She leaned against the car, gasping for air. When she finally caught her breath she was shocked by what she had just done. Not only had she had sex with this man she barely knew but it had been the most erotic sexual experience of her life.

She looked over at him and wondered if this was always the way it was with a black man. But from the look on his face, he seemed just as surprised by the intensity of their experience as she was.

His breathing was still ragged as he looked at her and hesitantly pressed a kiss against her lips.

She smiled, at the thought of what he had just made her do and how timidly he now kissed her.

He moved off of her and pulled himself together, getting his pants back on and straightening his uniform. He looked so handsome that even after the mind-blowing orgasm she just had, she already felt herself getting wet again.

She shook her head clear and began to get her own breathing under control.

“Well, you are free to go,” he said after a moment and Emily wondered if that was a bit of remorse she heard in his voice.

“Just get those problems cleared up and slow down when you’re coming through here,” he said “You wouldn’t want this to happen again.”

“If you’re trying to scare me, you’re doing a horrible job,” she said with a smile as she pulled her skirt down over her hips.

He smiled and looked her over, “The next time I pull you over, I might not let you off so easy.”

She got into her car, waved goodbye, and peeled out, tires shrieking.

The last thing she’d said echoed in his mind.

“See you tomorrow…”

She was right, but not for the reason she’d thought.

He still had her license.

“Please Daddy? PLEASE!?!?!?!?”

Rachel looked up at her step-father and tried to look as pathetic as possible. He and his ski buddies from college were going to spend a week up at their chalet in the mountains of California and if she couldn’t convince him to take her, Rachel would have to spend the entire time cooped up with only the maids for company.

“There won’t be anything for you to do there,” her stepfather explained patiently.

“There won’t be anything for me to do HERE!” she retorted. “At least if I go with you, then we can all relax together in the evening. It’s so pretty up there and it’s so hot down here!”

“Do you really want to spend a week in a lodge with a bunch of guys?” he asked.

Normally, she would have said no, but these guys were different. Her step-father was gorgeous, with dark hair and bright blue eyes that seemed to look right through her, but his friends were just as hot! They were all independently wealthy, fun-loving, world-traveling gods and Rachel didn’t mind spending a single minute around them.

They always flirted with her when they were around, they complimented her and they never made her feel like she was a bother. She’d caught them sneaking glances at her and had made sure to bend over even more and wear the skimpiest clothing when they were around. So yes, she DID want to spend a week in a lodge with these guys.

“It will be fun!” she said. I won’t get in the way, I promise!”

“What would your mother say?” her stepfather asked.

“She would probably do a dance to show her feelings and then start crying.”

He snorted. Rachel’s mother had gone off the deep-end about a year earlier. She’d decided that being married to a gorgeous, loving man, even though they lived in a beautiful house was something she couldn’t take anymore so she’d packed her clothes and left them. The last they’d heard, she had joined some commune where she could express herself through painting and interpretive dance.

Rachel hadn’t been close with her mother in a long time and when her new stepfather said she could stay, she was happier than she’d ever been. Now, if she could only convince him to bring her!

She approached him slowly and put her arms around his neck. Her breasts pressing into his chest, she looked up and with the biggest eyes she could make, she said, “Please?”

Her body was pressed up against his and she felt his cock begin to stiffen. “Please,” she whispered again, hugging him tighter.

She could feel his cock even harder through his light slacks and her bare midriff was right against it.

“Please,” she said again, sultry and throaty.

“Oh goddam it. Ok, you can come,” he said finally, breathing hard.

“Hooray!” she said joyfully, then raised up and kissed him, directly on the lips. She’d meant to kiss him on the cheek but he’d turned and as their lips met, she felt a shock race through her. She prolonged the kiss, opening her mouth to him and his tongue darted in! She moaned into his mouth and felt his hands travel down to her ass when…

DING DONG!

The doorbell rang! His hands completed their leisurely tour of her ass then gave her a little spank. “Now I’m REALLY glad I said you could come,” he joked and answered the door.

It was her stepfather's three friends, ready to take him to the airport.

“We have a stowaway coming along,” he laughed. “Rachel’s going to join us. Is that okay Scotty?”

Rachel heard a deep rumble from behind the door. “Plenty of room on the plane,” Scott answered. “And you know we always love having her around.”

Rachel felt a thrill. Scotty was always incredibly nice to her, and she wondered if he were that considerate in bed.

Get your mind out of the gutter! Rachel thought, but ever since that unexpected kiss with her stepfather, she’d been turned on as hell.

The guys came in laughing and joking and Rachel took stock of them. They were workout buddies and spent a fair amount of time in the gym, plus she knew they were highly competitive, so all of them were rock-hard and built like gods. Scotty had a shy smile on his face when he saw her but Jason and Hugh lit up as soon as they walked in.

“Rachel!” Jason said, giving her a big hug and twirling her around.

“Hi Jason!” she said happily, feeling herself get wet as she hugged his hard body tightly against her own. He was a shaggy blonde giant, over six feet tall and she’d often wondered what it would be like to have him take her. He had been an NFL quarterback before an injury forced an early retirement but his good looks and business sense had turned him into a multi-millionaire. She just knew he’d be like a force of nature between her thighs.

“My turn,” said Hugh smiling and reached out his arms. Jason set her down and she melted into Hugh’s arms.

“Mmmm,” he said. “You smell good! Are you wearing one of my fragrances?”

“You noticed!” she said, blushing.

Hugh owned a perfume company and his products were in the top retail stores all over the country.

“Of course I noticed,” he said laughing. “I created it. I can’t exactly forget that.” He was dressed stylishly and appropriately, as if he were going fox hunting on the English countryside.

Scotty hung back but when she disentangled herself from Hugh, he smiled shyly. She’d never understood why he wasn’t married. He ran some big hedge fund company in New York and was richer than god. She was sure that women were crazy for him but when she walked over to him, his eyes crinkled and she could tell he was happy.

She put her arms up and he gave her a big hug too. “Hiya Rach,” he said and she felt his hard body against hers, strong and sure.

Yeah, she didn’t mind spending a week with these four men.

“So, do I really get to spend an entire week with four beautiful, sexy men?” she asked with a grin.

“It would be our honor,” Hugh said and ostentatiously took her and kissed it.

“Well, you better get packed,” her stepfather said laughing. “We’d like to get in before it gets too late.”

“Right,” she said. “What time’s the flight?”

Scotty laughed. “Well, it’s actually my plane, so it leaves when we get there.”

She knew he was rich, but she didn’t know HOW rich. He actually had his own plane!

“Be right back down,” she said.

“Pack warm!” Jason called up to her. “It’s chilly up there in Montana!”

Upstairs, she packed quickly, throwing clothes into her suitcase willy-nilly. Lacy panties, delicate bras, tight, thin shirts and short skirts filled it up quickly but she threw in a set of long-johns and some jeans, just in case. She found some boots and a warm coat and before long, she was ready.

Outside, a limo waited and the driver quickly put her suitcase as well as her stepfather's gear in the back.

They were off!

Inside the limo, the guys laughed and opened up their traditional bottle of 25-year-old scotch.

“Who’s turn is it this year?” Hugh asked.

“Mine,” said Scotty and they all fell silent as he held up his glass.

“To another trip with the best friends I’ve ever had, to the journey that takes us to new places, to the success we’ve been fortunate enough to achieve, and to the people who said we’d never make it. Fuck ‘em!”

“FUCK ‘EM!” they all chorused together and all at once, downed the shot.

Rachel burst out laughing. She’d never heard Scotty swear and it was somehow adorable.

The ride went quickly and before they knew it, they were at the airport. The limo pulled directly up to a hanger and when the door opened up, she gasped. Scotty didn’t just have A plane. Scotty had a private JET!!!!

She felt so happy and excited, knowing she was about to head out for an adventure with four big sexy men on a private jet! She felt like a kid in a candy shop!

Before long they were on the plane and up in the air. The inside was surprisingly spacious, with leather and polished wood everywhere. Instead of normal airline seats, there were four large, comfortable recliner-type chairs and a long couch. The men sat casually in their seats and she stretched out on the couch.

“So, no ‘hostess’ this flight?” Jason asked with a knowing grin.

“Well, I thought since Rachel was coming, we probably shouldn’t bring her along,” said Scotty sheepishly.

“Wait, what do you mean?” asked Rachel.

“Well, we usually have a girl who serves us drinks, gives us massages, etc.,” he said uncomfortably. “I just thought that with you here, maybe it wouldn’t be, well, you know.”

“I’m your girl!” she exclaimed, bouncing up. “I’ll be your hostess. You guys were nice enough to let me come along. It’s the least I can do.”

Jason laughed, a rich booming guffaw that filled the plane. “I don’t think you know what you’re committing to.”

“I can do anything she can do and I can do it better.”

Jason looked at her speculatively. “I bet you could,” he said thoughtfully. “Bob?” he asked, looking at her stepfather.

“She’s 18 and has a mind of her own. She can do whatever she likes,” her stepfather said laughing.

“Wouldn’t it be appropriate for her to don the uniform?” Hugh asked with a smile.

Scotty looked horrified but Jason said, “Oh absolutely!” Then, to her, “Look Rachel, no one is making you, but if you want to put on the official Uniform of the Retreat, I’m sure it’s up front. If you don’t, no harm, no foul.”

She looked to her stepfather who was shaking in mirth. “You don’t have to wear it,” he said, “They’re just messing with you.”

“Oh, I’ll wear it,” she said. “You just wait.”

She walked up to the next cabin and found a drawer marked “hostess”. Inside were a few wispy pieces of lace and nothing more.

“I don’t think it’s all here!” she hollered back and heard the guys explode in laughter.

She held it up and gasped. It was completely see-thru. There was a thin lacy bra with little flowers on it, a g-string with a little flower down below in the middle, but that was it.

Taking a deep breath, she shucked off her clothes and put it on. Whoever they had here before must have had her body size, because everything fit perfectly. She could feel her nipples harden as she looked at herself in the mirror. It was positively indecent!

She breathed in and out a few times, then walked back into their cabin and said, “Would anyone like anything to drink?”

All four of their mouths dropped and no one said a word.

“A glass of scotch perhaps?” she asked and walked over to the bar. She could feel their eyes on her and when she turned around, they were still frozen.

All of a sudden, Jason let out a whoop and started clapping. “You did it! I can’t believe you did it! Hell yeah, I’d like some scotch!”

She poured a glass and walked it over to him, making sure to move slowly and sensually, knowing they were all watching her every move. She felt her pussy getting wet — how could it not? She was incredibly turned on knowing that four hunky men were watching her, wanting her, getting hard for her.

And hard they were. As she looked from one to the other, she saw them shifting uncomfortably, trying to re-arrange their “packages”.

She felt a thrill shoot through her as she noticed her step-father move as well. “Daddy,” she said walking over to him, “Would you like anything to drink or a massage?”

He smiled up at her and said, “Why yes, yes I would.”

As she turned the plane hit an air pocket and she lost her balance. He reached out and grabbed her just as she was falling and she ended up right on his lap. She could feel his cock through his thin pants, hard and eager and she couldn’t help herself. She reached down and gave it a little squeeze, then another one as she realized how large it was.

“Oh my goodness!” she exclaimed. “I think you need a massage more than a drink!”

“You’re really getting into the spirit of this,” her stepfather said surprised.

“I said I can do anything that other girl can do and better,” she said. She slipped down between his legs and massaged his massive hard-on through his pants. Frowning, she said, “Don’t you think this would be easier if we got these pants off?”

Jason started clapping again. “You lucky dog!” he said, a grin from ear to ear.

Her stepfather just groaned and rolled his eyes.

Rachel unbuttoned his pants then pulled down his zipper. He lifted his hips slightly so she could slide off his pants and all that stood between her and his giant cock was a pair of boxer briefs. She tugged them down and his cock popped out in all its glory.

“Jesus, Daddy, you’ve been hiding this from me the whole time?” she said in shock.

Grabbing it in her hands, she squeezed and a tiny drop of precum emerged from the head. She bent down and licked it off, hearing her stepfather groan in response. Slowly massaging his cock, she looked him dead in the eyes and lowered her head until her mouth was right over the tip of his cock. Breathing lightly on it and looking at him, she’d never been so turned on in her life. She could feel her pussy juice slipping out of her wet cunt and it was almost more than she could take.

“I’d love for you gentlemen to join me,” she said, never taking her eyes off her stepfather. Then, without a word, she lowered her mouth down until it surrounded the head of his cock. Sucking in hard, she felt him stiffen even more in response and push his hips up to her hungry mouth.

As she bobbed up and down on his thick rod, she heard rustling behind her and then a pair of hands on her ass. She moaned around her stepfather’s cock in response and didn’t even bother to turn around to see whose hands were caressing her.

She felt someone untie her panties and then heard Scotty say, “We don’t want these to get torn.”

“ Go Scotty!” she thought. She’d always known he had a little crush on her, but never thought he would just step up and take what he wanted.

She returned her attention to the cock in her mouth and pulled off, then licked down the shaft to the heavy balls beneath. As she sucked one into her mouth, she felt a pair of questing fingers slip between her wet folds. She gasped and pushed back against them then felt another pair of hands gently untie her flimsy bra. As she continued to suck on her stepfather’s thick cock, hands gently played with her breasts and tweaked her nipples. They hardened further and she moaned onto her stepfather’s cock.

She felt something brush her hair and she looked up to see Jason standing next to her, hard cock at attention. She smiled, reached out and wrapped her hand around it, jerking it slowly but never stopping her slow sucking on her stepfather's cock. As she looked up at Jason, she winked and he grinned back at her.

With her head tilted, she saw Jason’s cock and knew she needed to taste it. She grabbed her stepfather’s cock with her left hand and rose up enough to where Jason’s cock was level with her head. She reached out, grabbed it and pulled him toward her, then took him in as deeply as she could. He wasn’t quite as big as her stepfather was so she was able to get him much farther into her mouth. She squeezed his balls lightly and continued to jack her stepfather. By now, the hands playing with her breasts had become more insistent and pleasure was radiating all through her body.

She had never felt anything like this before. She was the center of attention and they all wanted her, something she’d always fantasized about but never thought would happen. A pair of hands on her hips pulled her gently to her feet and as she leaned over, continuing to suck Jason’s hard cock, she felt someone behind her, hands on her ass, spreading her cheeks apart.

She felt a finger slip inside her pussy and then another, then she felt hot breath and a tongue flick against her clit. She spread her legs to give whoever it was more room and he began to lap at her wet folds, paying particular attention to her swollen bud. She moaned around Jason’s cock and tried to remember to continue to play with her stepfather, but everything felt so good that she was having trouble keeping track of everyone.

She felt the pleasure intensify and realized she was going to cum, so quickly, she switched back to her stepfather’s cock so she could taste him when she came.

“Oh god, I’m gonna cum,” she groaned and dropped her head back down on her stepfather's thick cock.

She felt him stiffen and grow even thicker and as the tongue tortured her and hands massaged her breasts, the orgasm began to crest and it felt like electricity shooting out from her hot cunt. She moaned loudly around her stepfather’s cock and he said, “I’m cumming too,” then his cock began to pulse and she tasted his warm cum.

Drinking it all down happily, she ground back against the mouth on her pussy and realized her legs were about to give out from the pleasure. Kneading her stepfather’s cock, she milked the last drops of cum out of him and stood up, then nearly collapsed when the blood rushed out of her head.

Fortunately, Jason was there to catch her and neatly brought her down with him as he sat on his chair and she found herself straddling him, his hard cock parting the furrow between her legs. She ground down on it and felt liquid slip from her pussy, lubing up the shaft of his cock.

“Are you ready?” he asked, smiling.

“God yes,” she replied and reached down to grasp his swollen cock. Sitting up a bit, she positioned the head of his penis against her opening, then slowly sat back down until he sank deep into her. A groan escaped her lips and she felt him harden and stiffen even more as she began to slowly ride up and down.

Although it felt great, she wanted more. “Scotty, where are you?” she asked coyly.

He was standing back a bit, naked, but sheepishly waiting with his hands folded over his groin. She smiled at him and said, “Come over here and give me a look at that cock of yours.”

He dropped his hands and she gasped. He was easily the largest of all of them.

“My god Scott, get over here so I can taste that monster!” she cried happily.

Jason was thrusting up hard into her but even as she bounced on top of him, she leaned over and took the head of Scotty’s tip into her hot mouth.

He moaned and closed his eyes as she kneaded his balls while sucking him deep into her.

Hands began to massage her ass again and by process of elimination she realized it had to be Hugh. She heard him open a bottle of something then something cool dropped on her asshole.

She felt a thrill as she realized what was coming. She slowed down riding on Jason to concentrate on sucking Scotty but also to give Hugh easier access to her tight channel.

He took full advantage and slipped a single digit into her ass. She felt so full, knowing she had three men inside of her, but she knew soon it would be more than just a finger inside of her ass.

Hugh gave her ass time to adjust to his finger then he added a second. Thrusting in and out, his fingers stretched her and although it felt a bit uncomfortable, she soon became used to it. She moaned as she sucked as much of Scott’s cock into her mouth as she could but there was only so much she could do.

“Hold still,” said Hugh and she felt a blunt pressure at her ass. She stopped moving up and down on Jason for a moment and felt the tip of Hugh’s cock enter her ass. She froze and her asshole stretched to accommodate him. He gently pushed and because he’d taken the time to lube her up, he slowly but surely slipped in.

“Oh jesus, oh fuck,” she cried as she realized he was balls-deep in her ass. Looking past Scotty’s giant cock, she saw her stepfather smiling at her, lust in his eyes. Slowly, Rachel started riding Jason again, but this time, more forward and back, feeling the two cocks penetrate and fill her up.

She’d never felt so stretched and full before. The men were groaning in pleasure but she was sure she was the one who was getting the most enjoyment. Every hole she had was filled and the men were doing everything they could to give her more pleasure. Hugh was rubbing her back, Jason was pinching and twisting her nipples and she had Scotty’s mammoth cock filling up her mouth. She massaged his balls and sucked him in as deep in as she could, feeling him swell inside her and hearing him groan in pleasure.

The men behind and underneath her had started their own rhythm and they were moving faster and faster, thrusting deeper into her and she pushed back as hard as she could, feeling Hugh’s balls slap against her and her clit slamming against Jason’s hard belly.

As she ground against them, she felt another orgasm coming and it was coming hard. She rode Jason faster and felt Hugh pounding even harder into her, his breath hot on her back. Scotty’s hands were on her head, caressing her and she felt Jason’s cock swelling as he said, “Here I come!”

“Same here!” cried Hugh and she felt them both pulsing inside her as the found their release.

She was close to coming but hadn’t quite gotten there and before she lost the chance, she climbed off, pushed Scotty down, climbed on top of him and looked him dead in the eyes.

“Make me cum Scotty,” she moaned and placed his cock head at her swollen pussy lips.

He smiled and put his hands on her hips, gently guiding her down on his massive pole. She felt like she was being split in two. “I don’t know if I can get it in,” she said almost fearfully but he allowed her time to adjust. She couldn’t imagine what would have happened if she hadn’t already been “warmed up” by the other sexy men.

Carefully, she lowered down and unbelievingly, she watched as his cock, inch by inch, disappeared into her. In a million years she wouldn’t have imagined anything that big would fit in her and she felt a mix of pleasure and pain shoot through her as he stretched her to her ultimate limits.

Soon, she was fully on him, her engorged clit against his muscular groin and as carefully as she could, she began to ride him. He pulled her to him and began to lick around her nipple, tongue flicking and lashing it until it was hard in his mouth. As he plunged up into her and sucked her nipple deep into his mouth, she slammed hard down on him, feeling his muscular body beneath hers, an animal, taking her and filling her, bringing her to the brink.

The delayed orgasm began to grow and as Rachel fucked down on Scotty, she felt a warmth begin to fill her. All pain was gone and had been replaced with a deep pleasure that radiated out from her full pussy, up to her breasts and all the way down to her fingers.

Then, just like that, her orgasm hit and she lost the ability to think. She started thrashing and moaning on top of Scotty then wrapped her arms around his neck and gripped him to her as tightly as she could. “OH FUCK I’M CUMMING!” she screamed into his neck and with one final thrust, he plunged deeply into her and held her to him as he found his own release.

Shaking as the orgasm subsided, she brushed the hair out of Scott’s eyes and smiled weakly at him.

“Wow,” she said. “That was amazing.”

Just then, the intercom crackled and the pilot announced they were almost to their destination.

The other guys had already gotten cleaned up and dressed, so she stumbled back to the front room and gathered up her clothes.

Trembling and weak, she barely made it back to the couch before the plane landed.

Everyone was grinning at her and her stepfather gave her a big hug.

“We all voted and you’re welcome to join us next year,” he said with a smile.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” she said tartly. “That really depends on how you guys do this week.”

Jason burst out laughing and cheered, then high-fived her.

“She told you,” he laughed.

Of course, if the rest of the week was like this, Rachel didn’t even know if she could survive it.

Well, all a girl could do was try…

“Is Mark’s cock really as big as I’ve been hearing?”

Cherie looked up and realized she hadn’t been paying attention at all.

“Sorry, WHAT?”

“Mark’s cock. You know. That thing between his legs that drives women wild. The source of limitless pleasure. The reason Jessica couldn’t cheer at Homecoming. His COCK!”

“ Will you please keep your voice down? GOD, Heather!” Cherie looked around, hoping no one had noticed them.

Heather grinned and wiggled her eyebrows. “Look, if anyone would know, you would. I hear all sorts of rumors so I thought I’d just ask you. You guys are tight, right?”

“Not THAT tight. I mean, we’re good friends and all, but I haven’t seen his… his…”

“COCK?”

“ Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

“Oh my god, Cherie. Seriously? You can’t say the word?”

“I can, but I choose not to bellow it in the quad. Unlike SOME people I might mention.”

“Whatever. So? Is it huge? Is it gigantic? Does it have its own zip code? TELL ME!!!!”

Cherie wished she could crawl away and die. “I don’t know!” she hissed. “He’s my brother’s best friend and this may come as a shock to you, but when he’s over at my house, he wears clothes.”

“You’ve never been swimming with him? He’s never fallen asleep on the couch and had himself a little dream, you know the kind, the ones that cause certain things to grow bigger, harder, and longer? You’ve never accidentally walked in on him in the shower?”

“Heather, I love you, but if you don’t keep your voice down, so help me god, I will beat you to death with my book bag.”

Heather pouted, then her face cleared. “Ok, well, now you’re on a mission. I need you to find out for me. I’ve been hearing all sorts of things, but you know how those skinny bitches lie. Promise you’ll do it?”

“NO!” Cherie responded. “I’m not going to sneak in on him to see how big his… his…”

“Cock,” Heather said helpfully.

“ Cock is,” Cherie finished.

“So? How are you going to do it?”

“I’m NOT! Besides, what do you care? You didn’t break up with Brett, did you?”

“Bless his stupid little heart, no, I didn’t break up with Brett. My reasons are my own — call them idle curiosity but you are going to do it. Look Cherie, I don’t want to have to resort to emotional blackmail, really I don’t, but who has been your best friend all through high school and college?”

“You have been.”

“That’s right. And who was on your side when those skinny bitches were making your life a living hell?”

“You were.”

“That’s right. And who let you copy her chemistry homework an entire year?”

“You did.”

“Now stick with me. Who wants to know how big Mark’s cock is?”

“You do.”

“And who’s going to find out for me?”

Cherie sighed. “I am.”

“Damn right. Go get ‘em Tiger. I’m an inquiring mind and I want to know.”

Cherie laughed. Heather was always getting her into trouble and pushing her out of her comfort zone. Heather mockingly shook a warning finger at her and took off.

Was her brother’s best friend really that well-endowed? It would make sense. When he was in high school, it seemed like he was always dating someone or other. But since they got to college, she hadn’t seen him dating much at all.

Unfortunately, the thought of Mark, nearly naked, with a giant cock wasn’t good for her studies. Cherie knew she’d never get any more work done, so she closed up her books and headed home. If her brother were home, she could probably ask him, or maybe she would be really lucky and run into Mark herself. Then all she would need is a way to bring it up — so to speak.

Natalie stayed after practice to brush up on her shot. It was her first year on the women’s basketball team and she had no intentions of getting benched. Her full-ride scholarship wasn’t going to go to waste. Even if she had to spend every waking hour inside this gym, she was going to be the best three-point shot on the team.

“Chin up!” a voice called out behind her. She knew that voice, and it echoed across the court until it reached her. It was Coach Brown.

Although Natalie appreciated his constructive criticism, she felt he had been picking on her since she arrived. She rolled her eyes, lifted her chin and took the shot from beyond the three-point line. The gym was silent as the ball left her fingertips and flew through the air. As it hit the backboard and bounced off the rim, she cringed. Her frustration had gotten the best of her…again.

“C’mon, Legs,” Coach Brown yelled. “I know you’re better than that!”

Coach Brown had called her Legs from day one. It wasn’t enough that she was the tallest girl on the team, that she could run faster than them all, or that she had the gams of a Goddess, but he just had to point it out He was such an ass. Natalie rolled her eyes before turning around to face him.

“Try again,” he yelled, tossing her another ball before she even knew it was coming her way.

For the next hour, Natalie took his harsh criticism and brash comments as she made shot after shot; his voice in her ear, his hands on her skin, guiding her follow-through.

Oh c’mon! Focus! What was that? His “help” wasn’t helping at all.

“Dammed!” she finally snapped. “Give me a break, will you?”

“You want to be the best, right?” he snapped back, gripping her hips with his masculine hands as he turned her back toward the goal. “Then keep shooting!”

That’s when Natalie realized why she couldn’t focus. It was the “tough love” Coach Brown gave her on the court that kept her from concentrating, it was him!

As she stood there-right foot forward, arms up as she aimed-Coach Brown pressed his body against hers, holding her hips from behind and assisting her posture. For a moment, Natalie felt like she couldn’t breathe.

It didn’t help that he was the most stunning black man she had ever laid eyes on. He was tall, lean and ripped. Not that she should know what he was hiding underneath his jersey, but she had caught a glimpse one day when she returned to the gym for her sweatshirt. A fleeting moment of silence contained them both as she quickly excused herself. Still, she knew, and those thoughts were hard to ignore whenever he was around. Speaking of around, his hands were still around her waist.

“That’s it,” he whispered, pressing his hips into her ass as he leaned in to her.

Natalie sighed, pressing her athletic body back against his to simulate his posture. Though it was a somewhat innocent move-part of the training-it didn’t feel that way to her. She could feel every muscle in his body flexing against hers. She gasped, wanting to say something, but the words never escaped her lips.

“Now focus,” he whispered again.

That was easy for him to say. Her body heat was rising with every breath. Her skin tingled under his touch and she could feel the warmth spreading between her legs. Damn! Why did he have to make her feel this way? Okay, focus, she told herself. But he seemed to be enjoying the physical contact just as much as her.

“Just let me shoot!” she insisted, bucking him off of her.

“Oh, you want to play rough, huh?” he taunted, grabbing her body and pulling her even closer. “How are you going to play against an opponent if you need space to shoot? Huh, Legs?”

His unnecessary roughness startled her at first.

“C’mon,” he said, shoving her. “Make your shot!”

He backed off momentarily, grabbed the hem of his jersey and stripped it off in one seamless motion. Puffing up his chiseled chest, he stepped toward her, continuing to taunt.

“I don’t think you’ve got it in you, Legs,” he mocked, pushing her with his chest.

Natalie stumbled backward. She had been so distracted by his sculpted body that she lost her footing and fell to the floor. Angry, she buckled her brow and threw the ball at him.

“What’s your problem?” she screamed.

“You’re my problem!” he shouted back, dodging her pitch. “You want to be an all-star, but you aren’t willing to work for it!”

“I am too!” she argued. “I’m in here every day after practice. Maybe if you’d let up a little, I could concentrate!”

“That’s your problem, Legs. You think you need to concentrate. It should feel natural. The ball is just an extension of your hand. Stop fighting it and just shoot!”

Natalie conceded and got back to her feet. She found herself face to face with Coach Brown. He bent down, picked up another ball and shoved it in her gut.

“Go!” he commanded.

Natalie’s fingers gripped the textured skin of the ball, held it close and then she shoved it back. It smacked against his taut abs.

“Let’s see you make it first,” she provoked, staring him right in the eye.

His sexy glare made her nervous. They were nose to nose, so close she could feel his breath on her lips. He wasn’t saying anything.

“Go ahead,” she urged, arching her eyebrow. “I’d like to see you make it. Then I’ll shut up and let you coach me.”

Coach Brown huffed under his breath. Though she couldn’t see his teeth, she knew he was grinding them. She had a feeling his authority had never been challenged before. She casually stepped aside to let him shoot.

“Fine,” he finally groaned, dribbling the ball to prepare his shot.

Those were the words Natalie hoped to hear. The ends of her cute little mouth hitched up and she smirked as she lifted her tank top up and over her head. Standing there in her sports bra, she tossed a glance his way.

“Oh, sorry,” she scoffed, “am I distracting you?”

For a moment, she couldn’t tell if Coach Brown was going to scold her or jump her. She couldn’t quite get a good read on him. But rather than back down, she stood her ground, staring right back at him and waiting for his response.

“That’s what I thought,” she said grabbing the ball from him and holding it under her arm. Part of her hoped he had been given a taste of his own medicine. But the other part of her hoped that he found her as attractive as she found him.

Coach Brown’s eyes made their way across the planes of her barely-there sports bra, around the curves of her waist, to where the ball rested against her hip. Natalie couldn’t help but notice the way he looked at her. A soft expression crept across his face, replacing the stern scowl she knew too well.

“If you miss this shot,” she added, “you have to leave me alone and let me practice.”

Natalie didn’t really want him to leave her alone, but she knew that if she wanted to get a few more good shots in, he was going to have to leave. He was too distracting. If he wasn’t making her mad, he was making her swoon. Still, she wasn’t quite sure how he would react to her calling the shots.

She watched as his brow buckled for a second, then released its tension. It seemed he may relinquish to her request. There was a long moment of silence full of tension between them. Then, without warning, he grabbed the ball from her grip and shot it over her head.

Natalie turned just in time to see the ball hit the rim and circle around. And just before it tipped into the net, the ball rolled off the rim and fell to the floor. Coach Brown didn’t make the shot.

“Ha!” she teased, throwing it in his face. Her natural reaction was to place her open palms on his rigid body and shove him playfully.

She suddenly found herself face to face with him, smiling. He broke a smile too, as they stared into each other’s eyes. It was an awkward moment. One of those moments where Natalie realized there was a mutual attraction between them — one where it suddenly became clear that the tension between them was sexual — that they had actually been flirting, not fighting.

“I’ll let you practice,” Coach Brown finally interjected, pulling away.

“But, — ” she started to argue, reaching for his shorts to pull him back. And then it donned on her how taboo the attraction really was and she gave in to her win.

“You won,” he told her. “Fair and square.”

Natalie was left grasping at air as she tried to compose herself.

“Work on that three-point,” he added, walking off the court. “I expect to see it refined by tomorrow’s game.”

Natalie’s heart sank. The exchange of emotions left her feeling vulnerable. She forced a smile and reached for her tank. Pulling it back over her head, she grabbed a ball and returned to her practice as usual.

It was ten past twelve when Carl finally arrived home. As the headlights of his Mercedes turned into the drive, Nikki pushed her tits up, making sure she was showing just enough cleavage to get his attention when he walked in the door. She tousled her auburn tresses and waited.

“Oh! Hi, Mr. McKade,” she greeted him in the living room.

“Hi, Nikki. Sorry it’s so late,” Carl apologized, hanging his coat on next to the front door.

“Oh, it’s okay, Mr. McKade.”

“How were they?” Carl asked of his kids.

“Good,” Nikki told him. “Lucy fell asleep early.”

“And Gage?”

“He went to bed around nine,” Nikki assured him.

Nikki stood close to Carl, shoving her young, supple breasts in his face as she lingered. She could tell he was trying not to look down at her yearning body.

“How’d the dinner go?” Nikki inquired of his client meeting that evening.

“Good,” he replied, loosening his tie and sliding it out from under his collar. “I think it went well.”

Nikki’s young body shuttered in sexual curiosity as Carl unbuttoned his collar. She always wondered what he looked like under his shirt and often fantasized about running her fingers over the taut planes of his forty-year-old chest.

“Are you in a hurry to get home?” he asked her.

“No, sir,” she replied. “Why?”

Carl laughed under his breath. “Call me Mr. McKade, please. My father is Sir.” He smiled at her and patted her head as he walked past. “I’ve had a long night, Nikki. I’d really like to pour myself a drink and relax for a few minutes before I take you home.”

Carl made his way to the kitchen and pulled a glass from the cabinet. Looking at Nikki, he grabbed another tumbler and motioned to her.

“You look like you could use one, too,” he said, shooting her his sexy smile.

“Well,” she hesitated, “it has been a long night. But, I’m only eighteen, Mr. McKade. I don’t think I should be drinking.”

“Oh hush,” he stopped her, setting her glass on the counter next to his. “It’s only one drink. You’ll be fine.”

Carl disappeared into the pantry and returned with a bottle of Jack Daniels. He poured two glasses half-full and offered one to Nikki. She joined him in the kitchen, taking her drink and smiling.

“Thanks,” she said sweetly.

Carl watched her as she lifted the glass to her cute little mouth and caught a whiff of its contents. She buckled her brow and pursed her lips.

“Whew!” she cringed. “Smells strong.”

Nikki looked at Carl-who lifted his glass and sipped on his drink-and she reluctantly mirrored him. Trying not to spit back into her glass, she forced a smile as she swallowed her Jack Daniels.

“So,” Carl eased into conversation. “What grade are you in now, Nikki?”

She was disappointed he didn’t remember. After all, she had been babysitting for Mr. McKade for two years now.

“I’m a senior,” she reminded him. “I graduate next month.”

“That’s right,” he nodded, taking a second swig. “You’re almost grown up.”

Carl’s eyes fell to her pert breasts peeking out above her low-cut tank top. He licked the alcohol from his lips and sighed. It made Nikki nervous when he looked at her that way. This wasn’t the first the time. He had been staring at her longer lately; gazing into her eyes, watching her mouth when she talked, looking down at her perfect young tits. He made her heart race and her teenage panties warm when he did that. She just wished he would stop ogling over her and kiss her already.

“How long have you been working for me?” Carl asked. He always forgot. He was so busy.

“Two years,” she reminded him again, taking a sip of her awful drink. “Since your wife died.”

“Oh. Yeah.” Carl mumbled, swallowing his entire drink in one gulp.

Nikki realized she hit a sore spot. She set her drink down and placed her hand on Carl’s shoulder. “I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I know it’s been hard. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“It’s okay,” he assured her, rubbing her hand. “We should probably call it a night.”

A deep sigh escaped Nikki’s lips. She was so close. Why did she have to say that? Nikki knew that though Carl never mentioned it, he was still grieving. He had never taken the time to heal from his wife’s death. He just buried himself in work, which is why she had practically been raising his kids for the past two years.

Nikki caressed Carl’s hand. “I’m really sorry, Mr. McKade.”

“It’s fine,” he reassured her. “Let’s just get you home.”

Long summer days on the family ranch tend to slip by so swiftly. It was early June when I joined my family here to tend to the horses and plow the fields and already it is September. How the time flies when you spend your days out here. It’s so tranquil, even when you have to be up at sunrise to help with the animals. But the upside to that is that by mid-day I am relaxing on the front porch, reading a book or taking a stroll around the watering hole on the far end of our property.

In the evening, the summer haze hovers over the fields like a translucent amber blanket waiting to put the crops to bed, tucking them in sweetly before the chill of the night descends over all. The locusts buzz in the distance and the mosquitoes gather around the porch lights as we play cards and sip lemonade. It’s muggy, but a comfortable kind of humid, like natures hug on your sun-kissed skin. One such evening as the sun was setting over the wheat fields just before dinner, a pickup truck came barreling down the gravel drive.

“It’s Carly,” my kid sister screamed, jumping up and running down the steps to the drive.

“Carly’s here,” my father repeated, nodding to my mother to go in a set the table for one more.

I picked up the cards and placed them back in their case, looking out to see who was driving Carly. My father nodded to me to mind my own business and assist my mother. He was a stern man; genuine and hard-working. Knowing my place, I grabbed the half-empty glasses of lemonade and followed my mom indoors to help.

“Better make it for two,” I told my mom.

“Two? Who else is joining us?” she asked, frantically lifting two plates from the cabinet and wiping them off with a cloth. Her excitement was overwhelming. We hadn’t seen Carly in months. She had signed on as a youth counselor for a summer camp with her college roommate in June. We had all hoped she would make it to the ranch before the season was over, but weren’t sure the date of her return.

“Looks like Carly brought a boy home.” I replied, a bit more unenthusiastically than I imagined it sounding.

Carly was my older sister; the tall, brunette, athletic one. Since going away to college, I hadn’t seen much of her, nor heard much from here either. We had been so close growing up, sharing the same room and friends. She was only a year older than me, but she looked like as woman already. She matured faster than me, and although I just celebrated my eighteenth birthday last May, I still look every bit fifteen and and in high school. I’ll probably use that to my advantage when we’re old ladies, but right it now, it’s just plain annoying.

“Oh boy,” my mother joyously exclaimed, “a boy!”

I watched as she tousled her hair and pressed her apron with her hands, smoothing the wrinkles from her waist down. My mom was funny. Although I was quite sure she and my dad still had romantic evenings together, I think she longed for the attention of a man. The thought of a youthful gentleman in the house gave her the opportunity to feel sexy, yet still mature enough to be Mrs. Jennings. It was cute.

“Kendall,” my mom ushered, “take these and set the table.” She handed me the two plates and quickly left to make herself presentable.

As I filled the glasses and set the silverware, I could hear the engine of the truck cease and the doors slam. My kid sister squealed and I heard my father introduce himself to a young man. Carly’s voice echoed in the distance and I could imagine there was a lot of hugging going on between the four of them.

“Kendall!” my dad called. “Come out here and greet your sister!”

I left the table and slowly walked to the front door, peering through the screen to see the commotion. Carly stood with her arms around our little sister and my father stood with his arm over the shoulder of a brawny young man while they inspected under the hood of the truck.

“That’s a nice engine,” my father said. “How much horsepower does this thing get?” Leave it to men to discuss their toys. The door creaked as I opened it and I walked out onto the porch, waving to Carly.

“Kendall!” she called out, trotting up the drive to reach me. “Come, I want you to meet my boyfriend!” She grabbed my hand and pulled me down the steps. With me in tow, Carly ran up to the truck and tapped her boyfriend on the shoulder. “Andrew,” she started, “this is my sister, Kendall.”

Andrew turned slowly as the setting sun caught his cheeks and eyes just under the brim of his cowboy hat. Its rays shimmered across his green eyes, highlighting the amber flecks sprinkled within his irises. His skin was tan, dusted with a strawberry blonde five o’clock shadow. His square jaw gave his youthful face a mature quality that contradicted the cute dimple in his right cheek as he smiled and held out his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Kendall,” he said with a deep voice as he tipped his hat to me.

“You, too,” I swooned. His looks startled me a bit. I was taken back by his handsome demeanor and charm.

I pulled my hand away coyly, trying not to stare at the way his shirt clung to what I could only image was the body of Adonis. His tee stretched across his chest, revealing the definition of his muscles, and neatly tucked away below his belt buckle. My eyes continued south, below his belt to see a slight bulge hiding behind the zipper of his fitted jeans. The muscles in his thighs pressed tightly against the denim. He was all man.

“Where’s Mom?” Carly interrupted, oblivious to my instant attraction.

“Inside,” my father replied. “Let us join her.” He took Andrew by the shoulders and led him up the walk with me and my sister’s in tow.

“So,” Carly whispered, excited to have brought her first boy home to meet the family, “what do you think? Cute, huh?”

“Sure,” I agreed, trying not to let on that a warm tingle was crawling through my panties at the very site of the snug fit of Andrew’s jeans hugging his ass as he walked ahead of us.

Inside, Mom was introduced and dinner commenced. We all sat around the table, exchanging stories about the summer, the crops, the horses and camp as we passed the food around and delighted in the joys of having the family together. I was sitting across from Carly and Andrew. Once during prayer and once while Carly was talking to our mother, I caught Andrew staring at me. A few more stolen glances and his dimple began to show again. I was beginning to feel warm inside.

“So Andrew,” my father asked, “where are you from?”

“A little town down south, Sir,” he replied. “It’s called Westfield. My family is from there. My grandma still lives in the house she grew up in.”

“So how did you and Carly meet?” my father continued.

“Howard,” my mother interjected, “that’s for me to ask.” She smiled like a teenager herself, twirling her hair between her fingertips and looked at Andrew. “Andrew,” she mimicked my dad, “how did you meet Carly?”

“Well, Ma’am,” he tipped his hat again, forgetting it was polite to take it off at the dinner table, “we were both camp counselors at Tipton this summer. And as you know,” he nodded to Carly on his right, “your daughter has a lovely smile. When I first saw her, I thought to myself, now there’s a smile I would love to see every day.”

The whole table cooed over his adorable story. Not only was he easy on the eyes-very easy on the eyes-but he was also a gentleman. Although, I swore I saw him wink at me when Carly looked away.

When dinner was over, Carly and Andrew took a walk under the stars while I helped Mom clear the table and wash the dishes. Dad put our kid sister to bed and took his usual place in the living room nestled into his old leather recliner. It was no secret he would read the paper until he was fast asleep and his glasses fell onto the floor. My mom would simply pick them up, set them on the coffee table and place a blanket over my father before turning in herself. I, on the other hand, would sneak across the lawn in the dark and slip into my room in the bunkhouse where I enjoyed the privacy of sleeping in a separate house on our property.

As I climbed up the latter to the loft where I slept, I looked out the window. I watched as Carly walked Andrew to his room; a small sleeping quarters near the stable. They lingered for a few moments, exchanges laughs and kisses under the light of the moon. I could tell she was happy. Although a bit envious, I was happy for her. She seemed to have met the perfect guy.

Perfect, I thought to myself, in so many ways. My hand slowly slinked down my stomach, finding the waistband of my jeans as I watched them through the window. My virgin femininity tingled with curiosity, calling my fingers and wishing they were his. I slipped them inside my jeans, carefully gliding them inside my panties toward my warm yearning. I had never touched myself before in this way, but the sensation within me that Andrew inspired had me feverishly longing to be touched; by him, by anyone, by my own fingers if necessary. As my fingertips tenderly caressed my skin, discovering my damp slit, I unzipped my jeans and peeled them down my thighs.

The humid air combined with my escalating body heat created tiny drops of perspiration on my body. I could feel the dirt from the fields sticking to my damp skin and my jeans sticking to my legs, hugging my knees and calves. My panties clung to my hips as they crept into my crevice and soaked with anticipation. My fingers separated the cotton from my tender mounds and slipped into places I had never explored before. I was wet, soft and swollen to the touch.

Carly finished her goodbye and walked back to the house. Andrew leaned against the stable, the moon casting shadows off his body as he waved her off. His brawn bulged from his thin tee as he picked a piece of hay from the bale and chewed it casually. I imagined what he might look like once he went inside and disrobed for bed. The way his jeans hugged his body had my imagination racing out of control and my fingers working steadily to keep up.

I found a sensitive knob between my slit that created a warmer tingle than before. If I pressed it gently and rubbed in a circular motion I could make my knees buckle and my heart race. The warmth of my throbbing lips saturated my fingers as I rubbed harder and faster. Oh Andrew, I imagined, yes! I had never felt so naughty. I felt mischievous and deviant. My body was quivering under my touch as I pictured Andrew’s hands plunging into my panties and exploring the depths of my desires. The deeper I fell into my fantasy, the deeper inside he traveled, discovering a secret place inside me I never knew existed. Until…I moaned aloud and my fingers soaked with my own essence. I buckled over, trembling and exhausted as tiny aftershocks rocked my body. I had just pleasured myself for the first time.

Looking out to make sure no one caught me in the act with my hand deep inside my panties, I noticed Andrew was gone. Signing with relief and disappointment, I pulled up my jeans and climbed downstairs. I felt dirty. Naughty dirty. Aside from the sweat and dust from the day’s labor, I felt I needed t not only wash away the filth, but also my sins.

“Christa. My office. Now,” Mr. Hammond insisted sternly.

“But I didn’t do anything,” she argued.

“Now,” Mr. Hammond ordered, tapping his ruler across his palm.

Christa knew he meant business…again. The sound of his ruler slapping his hand brought back memories of the last time she was in trouble. Mr. Hammond had accused her of cheating on a test before. While the other students finished their essays, Mr. Hammond’s dished out his own sentence. Only Mr. Hammond’s idea of punishment included bending her over his desk and paddling her.

Christa felt a warm tingle under her pleated skirt as she stood up and walked past the other students in her row. Something told her she was in for another spanking, and just thinking about it made her skin quiver. It wasn’t fair that Mr. Hammond always picked on her. She hadn’t even cheated this time. If fact, she wasn’t even sure what she had been called out for yet. She was certain about one thing though. He was going to use that ruler again.

As she made her way to the front of the class, Christa gazed at her teacher. His stern frown lifted as he glared at her with those deep green eyes and tapped the ruler on his hand again. The sound of the wooden stick slapping his bare skin was an indication of punishment, but little did he know, Christa hadn’t been scared straight by his last lashing. In fact, the tingle shooting through her luscious, curvy ass cheeks was her body’s reaction to how much it turned her on.

Mr. Hammond, a heavenly handsome tall drink of water, nodded toward the door and told the class to continue with the lesson. He took Christa by the arm and led her down the hall to his office, swinging his ruler alongside her. Christa walked in first. He closed the door behind them and pulled down the shade.

“You’ve been a bad girl again, Christa,” he whispered as he locked the door.

“But I didn’t- “ she started to say again, but Mr. Hammond moved close and pressed his finger on her mouth.

“Shhh,” he insisted. His forefinger brushed along the planes of her plump pink pout-a little too slowly — as he sighed. “Now, you must be punished for cheating, young lady.”

Submitting to his power, Christa just nodded and whispered, “Yes, sir.”

“Cheating is wrong,” he told her. “Maybe you should try studying, instead of running around with all of those college boys I see you with.”

Christa never knew that Mr. Hammond paid attention to her extracurricular life. Her smile hitched under his touch. He was a dirty man after all.

“What do those boys have to offer you?” he asked. “They’re young, dumb and full of cum. You need a man in your life.”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered under the weight of his finger, arching her brow and hoping he would be the man to show her what that meant.

Mr. Hammond’s finger grazed her tender lips, pulling her bottom lip down as it glided down her neck, slowly tracing the lines of her clavicle. His deep eyes made their way down Christa’s body, stopping briefly at her supple breasts. He watched them rise and fall as she took a deep breath. Following his gaze, his touch arrived at her left nipple, slowly circling around the swelling tip under her blouse. Her right nipple echoed her arousal.

“Ah,” he sighed. “Good girl. Now why don’t you walk over there and assume the position.” Mr. Hammond nodded toward his big oak desk. It was big and solid, like him. “I will try to take it easy on you today, but I can’t promise anything.”

“Yes, sir. Forgive me,” Christa repeated. She knew the position. She knew the punishment. And somewhere deep inside, she knew that her teacher’s lashings were more corrupt than anything she had been spanked with for so far. He must really enjoy punishing her.

Christa pulled away and walked over to his desk. Bending forward, she leaned over it and pulled her big tits from her blouse. She pinched her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, closed her eyes and waited. Mr. Hammond wasted no time. He approached her from behind and smacked the ruler against her skirt.

“I’ve been so bad,” Christa moaned.

Ah,” Her master interjected. “Not yet, girl. That was just a warm up.”

Christa had faked the flinch anyway. She knew that Mr. Hammond required her to lift her skirt so that he could see her panties. Last week, he had delivered an extra ten smacks for wearing the wrong color. She thought she might get another ten for soaking herself too soon this time. Something about Mr. Hammond’s lashings just hurt so good, igniting her deepest sexual desires.

“Lift that skirt,” he demanded. “Let’s see what you’ve got under there this week.”

Mr. Hammond lifted the hem of Christa’s skirt with the edge of his ruler. Guiding it up over the small of her back to expose her round, voluptuous ass, he discovered that she had learned last week’s lesson. She was wearing white panties.

“Mmmm,” he moaned under his breath, “you have learned well.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Christa braced herself, clinching her tits as he delivered the first blow. His ruler slapped her tender skin, sending waves across her big ass.

“Oh God,” Christa mumbled, savoring the sting. “Yes, sir.”

Before she could even finish her words, Mr. Hammond spanked her again. This time, even harder.

“Yes,” Christa squealed louder.

“Yes, what?” he commanded her from behind.

“Mr. Hammond.” She squeezed her nipples, balancing the pain between her ass and tits.

The sensation of Mr. Hammond’s lashing sent chills across her skin to the depths of her fat little pussy. Her cunt was warm and moist, her ripe peach mounds sticking together. Christa wiggled her hips to open her slit as she soaked her big white panties.

“I see you like this,” he noticed, delivering his third and hardest spanking.

“I do, sir. You know I do,” Christa whimpered.

“And what are you being punished for today, Christa?”

“I’m not sure, sir,” she hesitated, “cheating?”

“Exactly,” he assured here. “And do you know what happens to cheaters, young lady?”

Christa’s pussy was dripping with excitement as she gripped her tits tightly. Mr. Hammond spanked her tender ass again. Her skin rippled, stinging with pleasure and growing sore.

“They get spanked,” Christa moaned, arching her back and spreading her legs. When he spanked her again, the tip of his ruler smacked her swelling pussy. “Oh yes, professor!” she screamed. “I’ve been so bad!”