Erotic Fiction

[hankwank]

Any homepages beside literotica that provide stories with glam models, playmates, porn stars... ?

[80child]

I've been writing lots of stories about pornstars, mostly on literotica under name of 123z, but also on archiveofourown.org. which is more about mainstream stars for the most part.

[keats]

Donna Edmondson was apprehensive for the entire flight from Los Angeles to Greensboro. Flying was never her favorite thing, but when she became Pl@yb0y’s Miss November1986 she had to fly a lot, and then when she was named Pl@ym@te of the Year she felt like she was on planes more than she was in cars. This flight was different because she was going home to Greensboro; oh, she’d been home many times since first posing for her centerfold but this was different because this time she was going to Greensboro to do a publicity tour. Instead of the safety and shelter of her parents home she was going to stay in a fancy hotel and give interviews to the local papers and TV and she was going to do autographs of the magazine with her Pl@ym@te of the Year pictures. Boys were going to buy the magazine and look at pictures of her naked, boys she went to high school with, goodness gracious. She had left Greensboro a virgin and the magazine had built that up, to her embarrassment: the Virgin Pl@ym@te. All the talk shows immediately wanted to book the virgin Pl@ym@te. from the Bible Belt. Joan Rivers made a huge deal out of her virginity on her show, but Donna, in simple, gentle terms, just explained that you don’t have to have sex to be sexy. On Larry King’s show, one caller accused her of not being religious because she let men see her body. She defended herself by saying that God made us nude. We were born that way! And she knew the people of Greensboro saw those shows and remembered her as a Greensboro girl who went off to Sin City and now she was coming home a Pl@ym@te. She looked out the window of the plane and thought about her hometown and worried about gossip.

LA to Atlanta was easy; they flew her first class and she was nice and cozy, but from Atlanta to the Piedmont Airport it was a smaller plane that bounced around in the turbulence and seemed to struggle to get over the mountains. Donna could see her hometown as plane approached the airport and her nerves started to twist tightly.

Her Pl@yb0y chaperon took care of the bags when they finally landed and Donna looked around to find the driver who was supposed to take them to the hotel. She dreaded the signs the drivers held because sometimes they would use “Miss November” which made everybody at the airport gawk at her. But this driver was nice; he used “Edmondson” so she relaxed just a bit. She noticed that he wasn’t dressed as a driver at all; he was in a sailor’s white dress uniform. An officer. And he was tall, and handsome, with piercing blue eyes and blonde wavy hair. Golly.

He smiled slightly when he saw her and she knew instantly that he had seen her pictures, her centerfold, pictures of her naked; she blushed a bit, thinking she should be used to this by now, but she noticed his smile was kindly, not lewd, and she relaxed a bit more. The chaperon came up, pushing a luggage trolley and he took charge after handshakes all around. He guided them to the parking lot. “We’re in the VIP section of course.” Donna smiled and relaxed a bit more.

He introduced himself as Robert Lee Jones.

“Like the general,” Donna giggled sweetly.

“That’s right,” he agreed, “Like the Confederate general.”

He was a lieutenant on an aircraft carrier in the Persian Gulf; he actually was a flyer. He explained that the local Veterans club had organized a contest to raise money and he won the prize of escorting a visiting celebrity to her hotel. She liked that he said “celebrity” instead of “playmate” even though she didn’t think she was a celebrity; she relaxed a bit more. In the Cadillac they all chatted amiably, Donna and Robert Lee Jones taking turns pointing out local landmarks to the chaperon. At the hotel the chaperon took charge again and sent Donna and the sailor to the bar while she checked them in.

Donna ordered a Coke and he ordered water with lemon. “Need to keep sharp up in the air,” he said, but it wasn’t a boast. They chatted quietly playing “Do you know…” a traditional game whenever hometown folk get together. He was five years older but he knew several of her friends and they had had some of the same teachers in high school.

They giggled over stories about a hapless math teacher they both had. “I have to confess I still feel guilty,” Robert Lee said.

“Why is that?” She was trying not to stare at him so she kept her eyes fixed on the bubbles in her Coke.

Well, me and some buddies made a zip gun in shop.”

“Oh no!”

“Oh yes, and on a dare, I took a shot. Hit him right in the butt when he was turned around.”

“Oh no! But you must be a good shot. He was so skinny; he didn’t have much of a butt.”

“Oh, I’m a real straight shooter.”

“Really, I could use a real straight shooter.”

“Any time.”

Donna suddenly felt wicked and she blushed. Just then the chaperon arrived with keys and some faxes. “What are you two talking about? She noted the young girl’s blush.

“Oh, high school and stuff.”

“Hmmm.” The chaperon sat down and spread out the faxes. “There’s a change in the itinerary. The thing with the camera club has been moved up to tomorrow.”

“Camera club?”

“Remember? It’s to raise money for the local Boy Scouts. You’re going to model for them. All the Pl@ym@tePl@ym@tes do this kind of stuff.”

“My dad’s in that club,” Robert Lee added. “He says they raised a lot of money already.”

The two women had to go over the rest of the schedule and he listened patiently. He finally drained his glass, as if it were hard liquor and he stood, looking at his watch. “Well, I have to go now. I think I’m your driver again later in the week.”

“Oh, OK,” Donna said; her voice was hesitant but she didn’t know why. “Maybe we’ll bump into each other around town.” She gestured at the faxes. “You know the schedule.”

“Hope so,” he said. They all shook hands and he was gone.

The chaperon looked at Donna who was blushing again. “I just have to ask, girl to girl, you know? Were you really a virgin when you left town to be a Pl@ym@te last year?

Donna’s blush rose scarlet and deep from her ears to down her chest. That was enough of an answer. “You’re a sweet girl, Donna; I never met somebody so, well, sweet and pure. You seem like a virgin even now.” They both knew that after becoming a Pl@ym@te she had been…deflowered.

Donna wandered among a thousand conflicting thoughts; this was why she’d been apprehensive about this tour. Growing up in Greensboro she had always been a popular girl, especially after her curvaceous body took shape; her high school yearbook even predicted she was “Most Likely to Become a Bunny. But she was always a ‘good girl,’ not stuck up or anything, just good, nearly angelic as the chaperon said, a virtuous Southern Belle, sweet and decorous. Even when her breast became the magnificent feast for eyes they now were, she endured men’s catcalls and stares with a shy gracious modesty. When she miraculously found herself in LA and posing for Pl@yb0y she still managed to retain her innocence and her virginity right up until she a going to be named Pl@ym@te of the Year just about six months ago. And then, wow! The Virgin Pl@ym@te was no more! She blushed now, just thinking about it.

The chaperon watched Donna fret and reflect and thought again how amazing that this sexy girl could still be so guileless. She decided to give her a reprieve. “Look, Donna, it’s been a long day. Why not go to your room and order some room service. Watch TV. They have HBO here. You have long day tomorrow.”

The sweet girl nodded and scurried away.

Donna always had trouble getting up in the morning and when the front desk rang, she had to rush around to get ready. Today was casual; she was a hometown girl for the camera club: tight jeans, ankle high fawn colored boots, and a black plaid flannel shirt. Of course, the jeans were skin tight, and certainly the country shirt was button so that a bit of cleavage showed and tailored to accent the magical curves of her breasts, and finally the boots were high heeled so her shapely legs and ass were displayed to their best advantage. She rushed through the breakfast buffet, just had time to brush her teeth and still make it to the desk to meet her driver.

It wasn’t Robert Lee Jones, but Donna was too ladylike, and too kindly, to show disappointment.

“Hi, I’m Tommy,” he said agreeably. He shook her hand in a friendly way and he seemed like any other nice boy from Greensboro. She relaxed a bit, took in a breath, and got ready to start the tour.

“Well, hello Tommy, I’m pleased to meet you.”

“It’s my honor ma’am. The guys at the camera club all feel honored to a Pl…a professional model to work with today.”

Her anxiety turned up a notch. “Let me take that for you,” he said and picked up the small day bag she carried with a change of clothes in case the camera club wanted more glamour.

He led her to another Cadillac and they were off. Donna rode in silence, taking in the sights and sounds of her hometown. “Greensboro, Greensboro, Greensboro,” she murmured sweetly while watching familiar sights roll by. Soon they were on Wendover Avenue and Donna smiled. She recognized this stretch of road and she must have driven over it thousands of times; for a while in high school her school bus took this route. There was the Greensboro Arboretum where she picnicked many times. There was Lindley Park where she watched many little league games on the two baseball diamonds. This is where the car turned in and parked.

The huge long-haul truck looked out of place parked on the outfield of the baseball diamond. A lot of the club members were gathered near the truck; some were setting their cameras on tripods and the rest were showing off their equipment to each other. But as Donna’s car pulled into the park all heads turned at once and all eyes followed the car as it drove past the spanking new truck and into the parking lot beyond. The lot was full, almost to capacity, just like for little league games.

Donna’s driver hopped out and opened her door for her and he helped her out; Donna graciously took his hand and stretched her shapely legs to the pavement; when she stood her long and wavy chestnut hair shimmered in the bright light. She beamed a radiant smile to the camera club by the truck; most of the men were already frantically shooting. “Shall we get started, Miss Edmondson,” her driver said and gallantly offered his arm and she sweetly slipped her arm under his and let him escort her to the truck.

“We’re going to shoot here to get a real home town feel for Greensboro,” he said.

“But why the truck?” Donna asked as the sound of camera shutters clicking frantically got louder and louder.

“Oh, you know how big trucking is here and we just wanted to get that good ol’ boy thing going. We’ll use the pines and all too; don’t worry.”

Now they were among the cameras and the clicking stopped long enough for the club members to give Donna a welcoming round of applause. The sweet girl blushed and curtsied, then gave a little spin, as if to display what the boys were getting. The applause grew louder. “Golly, you boys are sweet,” she said shyly. “I just hope I can be a good model for you all.”

There were murmurs of approval and then a tall man stepped forward, an expensive camera dangling around his neck. “Miss Edmondson, I’m Edmund, and I’m going to be photo director, at least for the first part, and I want to say what an honor it is to have a genuine Pl@ym@te, dangit, a Pl@ym@te of the Year, be our model today.”

At the mention of Pl@ym@te, Donna furrowed her brow for a nano-second, one more level of anxiety darkening the back of her mind, but she wanted to please these boys and she smiled when he said his name; how cute: Miss Edmondson meets Edmund, then she bows graciously at the compliments. “Well, I guess we better get started if you all want to get a lot of pictures.”

Everybody quickly moved into position; Donna posed next to the truck; at first the poses were just simple down home kinds of shots: a pretty girl with her hands on her hips and a big smile on her face as she stood next to a big truck. Soon, though, Donna began to feel the eager admiration of the photographers and she genuinely wanted to satisfy them. She tried smoldering looks while tousling her hair; she bent down, revealing the black lacy bra under the black plaid flannel shirt, she blew kisses, she turned and jiggled her bottom fetchingly; the camera shutters applauded over and over.

Finally Edmund held up his hand and the shooting halted. The whole club applauded their dazzling model; somebody handed Donna a water bottle and she gulped water down eagerly. Modeling was hard work but she was pleased to be pleasing these fine gentlemen.

“OK, Donna, let’s open the pants a little bit.” He said it casually and calmly but it hit the whole crowd like a lightning bold. Donna froze in panic.

“What!” her brain screamed. Her voice, meek and shy, was a whisper. “Isn’t the chaperone from Pl@yb0y supposed to be here?”

“Oh, I forgot,” Edmund was nodding; all the men were nodding. “She left this message for you at the hotel. You had driven off with Tommy so I picked it up.” He held out a pink message slip from the hotel desk.

“Dear Donna,” she read out loud, “Sorry but I had to rush back to LA for a family emergency. Mr. H feels so bad about the company leaving you to handle the rest of the publicity tour yourself that he wants to match all the money you raise for the Boy Scouts up to $25,000.” She gulped and looked at the eager crowd. “Golly,” she said softly.

“Donna,” Edmund said smoothly, “You’re gonna raise at least $50,000 for the Greensboro Scouts. That’s awesome.” The entire club nodded in unison, showing their admiration for Donna’s generosity.

“I don’t know,” Donna murmured but already she was fingering the button on the tight jeans. She leaned back against the door of the cab and breathed in deeply. These were Greensboro boys. Her fingers fretted over the button, twisting it in her unease. Unconsciously, she was already working it open. She sighed as the cinching of the waistband relaxed; the cameras were already shooting in a rapid fire staccato and she blinked in alarm and then put on a sly smile. She could feel the familiar beams of Carolina sun kissing her skin, like the sun no place else in the world; the air was autumn crisp and cool but the sun’s caress glowed, reassuring and warm. She breathed in the fragrant perfume of mountain pines and felt she was home. Everything was natural and pure. She felt the gaze of the men in the camera club, their desire natural too; she wanted to please them.

The zipper came down slowly; her soft white flesh eased teasingly into view. One dark curl suddenly sprang out and she stopped, letting the fabric fall away to reveal a sweet triangle of pale white flesh and a few glistening curls, putting her hands behind her head and lifting her lustrous hair as if to distract from the peekaboo view below her waist. The cameras were almost buzzing in their fervor to capture every second. Her hair, in dancing cascades, dropped down her shoulders; she repeated the motion, her eyes narrowed and her lips pursed, a starlet on the red carpet. Donna turned towards the truck and with one palm on the door she looked over her shoulder; she jiggled her bottom fetchingly and gave a naughty wink, then tugged the jeans down just enough to let the top upper curves of her juicy derriere slip into view. The fervor of the shutters suddenly became a fevered cacophony; Donna moistened her lips and, from over her shoulder, gave the lenses a smoldering gaze. Then she turned to the truck, seeing her face in the gleam of the paint on the door; bending her knees, her luscious bottom jutted out slightly and this delicate shift bared more skin; she dropped her head back, closed her eyes in ecstasy, and pushed her jeans down another few inches. With both palms on the truck door, she held the pose for what seemed an eternity and the sharp clicks of the shutters seemed to type erotic notions into her brain; she imagined the men, still working their camera, but crowding into her now, fondling her, nibbling at her flesh; Robert Lee Jones was behind her, holding her tight, grinding his cock over her bottom, she twisted her head around to kiss him but only saw the camera club, ten feet away and still aiming their cameras at her but the shutters were silent, awed by the young girl’s erotic reverie. Donna smiled sheepishly; then abruptly turned her face back to the truck door and franticly pulled up her jeans, buttoned them up, the whole time murmuring to herself, “Goodness gracious, goodness gracious,” but thinking to herself that goodness had nothing to do with what she did. She took several deep breaths to compose herself and fluttered and fanned her delicate hands in front of her face. When she gathered enough courage, she turned back to the crowd. “I guess we’re ready for the next location now,” she said, a sweet blush warming her cheeks.

“Oh, we’re gonna shoot right here, but the guys have to set up some things; so why don’t you take a break?” Edmund gestured out to the fields and the copses of trees surrounding them.

Donna’s legs felt a little wobbly as she walked away from the crowd, still stunned by her own behavior near the truck. She felt herself blush yet again, and even thought of her bottom blushing as if she were just spanked. “Greensboro, Greensboro, Greensboro,” she said softly in a lilting sing-song voice.

Her feet moved on their own as the fresh crisp air, redolent of pine and sun, invigorated her. She was home; if she looked one way, there was the sports complex where the high school played basketball and she remembered that on a dare while she was sitting way up in the bleachers watching a Grimsley High basketball game she let Philip Weaver tug the bottom of her sweater so he could get a peek at the edge of her white bra; she had felt naughty and sinful all the way home but Philip never told anybody about it. And down the road was the university where just after graduation (gee, that wasn’t so long ago) she let a college boy take her back up to his dorm room and all her girlfriends had told her that if she dated a college boy she had to let him get to second base and they explained all the bases to her and she had blushed all the way up to her ears when they told her but she let him sit real close to her on the couch because she wouldn’t go into his bedroom and she let him open her blouse and it kind of felt nice watching his hands open the buttons and he put his hands over her bra and then he put his fingers under her bra and her nipples were so hard they hurt and she blurted out “Heavens to Betsy, I have to get home, it’s so late and all” and she fumbled out of the room buttoning her blouse and feeling embarrassed waiting for a cab in the security office because the boy wouldn’t give her a ride home but even in the cab taking her home her nipples stayed hard; beyond that Greensboro didn’t get any more bases or anything like that from sweet and guileless Donna Edmondson but then she got swept up by amazing circumstances and went to LA and, heavens to Betsy, became a Pl@ym@te.

Now she was home and the pine trees stood bold and strong, solid and thick, the pine filling her; she trembled, as if aroused. She felt clay under her feet. She was on the little league diamond so she strolled slowly towards home plate; without thinking about it, she gyrated her glorious derriere as her long legs strutted down the base line, cross-over legs, dainty and seductive steps.
Her mind was wandering, memories of home town bleeding into the exotic and erotic adventures out in LA; the faces of boys she knew in high school melded with the faces of men who had…even in her mind she couldn’t say the words but she saw herself nude on satin sheets, a man between his legs pumping into her, she felt herself writhing, and she gasped. She looked up at the man doing her; he was bracing himself on his arms, holding them straight so he was above her and watching her large luscious breasts bounce in rhythm with his deep penetrating thrusts; she wished he would look at her eyes instead. Donna gasped with each thrust but she pouted, trying to recognize the face; she squinted to sharpen her focus and saw that actor the publisher had introduced to her, but then it was Philip from the basketball game, then it was that college boy, then it was Robert Lee Jones. The cock inside her exploded in a joyous fury and she exploded too.

Suddenly she stumbled, her feet tripping over home plate; she had been walking with her eyes closed and her body was trembling.

She blinked and looked out beyond the pitcher’s mound. The truck was just outside her field of vision but she could hear the men working; then there was the sound of traffic on Wendover Avenue, but then all that noise faded as she watched the birds soaring and calling above the treetops. The sun was low enough now to cast her shadow onto the field and she watched her outline gyrate in soft circles as if stirred by the sun and pines. The birds urged her on.

The naughty thoughts still weaved through her mind like a mist and she found herself floating down the line towards first base and with each step she became more confident, more secure in her sexual allure; the boys of Greensboro liked her and thought she was pretty. She began to slink like she was on a modeling runway, using her hips to sashay down the baseline in her heels with exaggerated arm movements to ensure all eyes were on her.

Her feet touched first base and she giggled wickedly; how many Greensboro boys never even made it to first base with her. But now…! If she bumped into Philip Weaver, boy, would he be surprised! But not that college boy though; he wasn’t even from Greensboro. And Robert Lee Jones, he was from Greensboro, and a soldier; well, a sailor, wait a pilot on an aircraft carrier! Well he was bravely serving our country. She’d let him get to first base…maybe. She started towards second base, her strut, the perfect level of Pl@ym@te sophistication and laissez-faire air. Then she was there: second base, hands below the belt, that was what was allowed on second base. Her own hand brushed over her zipper, just briefly but she gasped in wonderment at her own arousal and the sun and pine swirled around her. She moistened her lips: third base. Her strut now was all hips and attitude, a little girl channeling Marilyn Monroe; her jiggling curves roused a round of applause from the imaginary crowd cheering for the Pl@ym@te of the Year, her mouth a perfect O as if wrapped around a man’s…She staggered as her toes tripped over third base: mouths below the belt her girl friends had told her but she had never done that in Greensboro, but in LA…she could still remember the taste of the first one in her mouth, and standing on third base in Greensboro she swallowed as if savoring the hot white lava flooding down her throat. She shuddered and saw home plate inviting her, calling her to sin.

The little league diamond in Lindley Park had never seen anything like this, her gait was the most alluring and slinkiest she could conjure up. The saunter transformed this all-American beauty into a vamp. The final takeaway? If walks could kill, Donna’s come-hither stride would have knocked us dead. And they were all there waiting for her, all the boys from Greensboro who had wanted her but never had her. She saw the man from the hardware store who always grinned at her when she walked by, and there was Philip Weaver walking along side her now with one hand under her bra and another down her pants, and there was Robert Lee Jones waiting for her at home base. And then he was inside her and she was kissing his face tenderly and loving him sweetly and sobbing as she came.

At home plate Donna was breathless and misty-eyed, slightly sweating, her mind drifting as if just after a mind-blowing orgasm from the deepest thrust of a cock inside her.

“Wow!”

Donna froze, snapped back into reality. The voice had come out of nowhere and she spun around in panic. There he was sitting in the stands, his elbows on his knees, his chin in his hands. “Wow!” he said again.

Donna’s face flashed: embarrassment that he saw her private reverie, annoyance that he saw her misbehaving even if it was just in her head, then pleasure because she recognized Robert Lee Jones, the sailor who had picked her up at the airport but then she remember the naughty thoughts she’d just had about him and blushed. “How long have you been there,” she said quickly; she chattered on nervously, “I was just playing, you know, modeling can be so boring, you have to wait around and all, and then you have to do those silly walks and stuff and I was play acting like…”

“I know; I saw,” he said as he stood up. He came down from the stands and met her near the dugout. “That was some walking.” He was dressed casually today, the navy whites traded for down home denim and flannel.

Donna blushed again, but her body tingled, still in a post-orgasm state. “I was just being silly, you know?”

Robert Lee just nodded, a kind smile warming her. He glanced towards the truck. “I think they need me over there,” he said. “Maybe I’ll see you later.”

“Oh, I hope so,” she said and then she gulped, trying to swallow the words back. Golly, she didn’t want to seem too forward. She bit her lip and another erotic shudder tickled her. He just nodded, not wanting to add any more words.

“Remember, you’re my straight shooter,” she giggled. Then she blushed, seeing a look in his eyes, some ideas about what a straight shooter might do to her. He didn’t say anything, just nodded, as if storing away some ideas, then he turned away.

She sat in the dugout to escape the sun and watched him stroll casually towards the truck. She could see that they had set a scaffold up next to it and she wondered why; she saw that they were carefully lifting off the windshield. She watched Robert Lee Jones’ ass and thought naughty things as she placed her elbows on her knees and her face on her palms and narrowed her eyes into the Carolina sun, her head filling with very naughty thoughts and Robert Lee Jones at first base with sexy kisses and his hands on her breasts, and second base with his hand down her pants, and third base with her mouth filled with him, and home plate with her body throbbing as he thrust deeper and deeper…the sun-kissed pines warmed her insides.

She giggled; she was still on the bench, her elbows still on her knees and chin still in her palms, but her hips had been gyrating in circles and she wondered if she was going to get a splinter in her bottom from the bench. She stood and shook herself; somebody grabbed her from behind and threw her onto the bench and she was already naked and Mr. Hefner was slathering her warm skin with baby oil; the acrid smell mingled with the scent of pine and Mr. Hefner demanded that she squeeze her breast together and she did and his cock was between them and he was fingering her bare pussy and she was bucking and thrashing and she tasted his cock in her mouth and it exploded and Philip Weaver pulled Mr. Hefner away and Philip fucked her hard as she sobbed and the man from the hardware store pulled her head back over the end of the bench and plunged his cock deep down her throat and the pine smelled so fragrant and Robert Lee Jones held her tight and loved her slowly, sweetly, murmuring tenderly into her ear and she moaned “Greensboro, Greensboro, Greensboro.”

“Miss Edmondson?” Donna blinked herself out of her dream; her chin was still in her palms and she was fully clothed, thank goodness!

“Miss Edmondson?” he said again; it was one of the photographers from the club and he looked bewildered. “Are you OK? You were shaking.”

“Oh yes,” she said sweetly, hoping her blushes didn’t betray her naughty dreams. “I’m just glad to be back home and all.”

“We’re all set up and ready.” He extended an arm to help her up and out of the dugout. They walked in silence and Donna saw the crowd of photographers waiting eagerly. She lifted her chin and straightened her shoulders, determined to be professional and give the nice men fine pictures.

The truck now looked like a film set, like the kind she’d seen in LA. One side of the cab was almost completely covered by a scaffold and there was another on wheels, built to be able to roll over the hood. Some photographers were standing on the first platform at the side of the cab and others were waiting to push the other scaffold into place.

The passenger side was open and for a radius of about fifteen feet the ground was clear and everything looked normal, but beyond that circle was a third scaffold ready to be wheeled to that side of the cab.

And there was Robert Lee Jones waiting by the open door. Donna was silent and trying to suppress her smile; of course, the cameras were already clattering and clattered continuously as the curvaceous Pl@ym@te approached the cab. Robert Lee Jones crouched and Donna understood that he would be helping her into the truck. He indicated that she use his hip for leverage and she gripped the guide rail and beamed a warm smile at him as he held her calf and boosted her up.

Cameras filled the driver’s window, open so the long lenses could protrude into the cab. Donna squirmed into the passenger seat, the door snapping closed behind her. The interior was pristine; the truck was obviously brand new and the only remarkable feature was the windshield had been taken out and the curious girl soon found out why as a scaffold was pushed over the hood and a gaggle of photographers began to shoot into the cab. The last scaffold came to the passenger side so the cab was enveloped on three sides by eager photographers with easy access to the interior.

It was certainly spacious; the steering wheel had been pushed up to allow plenty of room and the stick shift too had been removed so she could move her legs easily; the mirrors were gone so the cameras had the clearest possible sightlines. Behind her was a large living space, on the wall behind the driver’s seat a TV screen and on the opposite wall a stereo console. The rear wall was completely covered with a Confederate flag and beneath it all, the entire platform was a spacious daybed with pillows on both ends and another Confederate flag for a cover.

“Greensboro, Greensboro, Greensboro,” Donna sighed and turned her attention to the cameras, posing and vamping as best she could in the confined space, giving generous attention to the groups on each side of her.

And then, suddenly the shooting stopped. Edmund stuck his head in from the driver’s window. “Donna, we’re going to have somebody pose with you; you know, get the country boy vibe.” Before the startled girl could say anything, Robert Lee Jones was squirming in through the gap where the windshield had been removed. He wriggled over the steering wheel and settled into the driver’s seat.

“Miss Edmondson,” he said calmly.

“Mr. Robert Lee Jones,” she said, her voice trembling with awe.

“Actually it’s lieutenant, but my friends call me Robert Lee,” he said smiling.

“Are we going to be friends?” she asked with a nervous smile, uncertain what was happening.

“I think so,” he said. “Remember I’m a real straight shooter.”

He was about to say more but Edmund interrupted, all business. “Robert Lee, put your arm around her shoulders.” The sailor quickly complied and Donna was too tongue tied with confusion. “Now bend her back and kiss her.”

Her mouth opened; she wasn’t sure if she had intended to object but “Heavens to Betsy,” would have burst from her luscious lips except Robert Lee was already pressing his mouth over hers. Donna melted into the kiss, wriggling first with defiance, then writhing with ardor and caressing his face and hair with her fluttering fingers.

Robert Lee squeezed her close, either by accident or on purpose making sure that her body was visible to the lenses. Of course the cameras captured every moment from every angle possible. Robert Lee kissed her greedily but tenderly; she swooned into his gentle ministrations and he didn’t paw her chest like men usually did, but instead his arm held her close, like in her daydreams and her luscious breasts heaved in excitement, her exhilaration caught by the lusty lenses. His other hand gently stroked the denim over her thighs; she squirmed in resistance and arousal.

The kiss broke slowly, with Donna mewing sweetly; she pulled away from his arm and leaned back against the passenger door, desperate to catch her breath.

“Wow,” she breathed huskily and brought her hand to her mouth and coyly hooked a finger on her lip.

“We want you to take off his shirt.”

Donna gulped; her eyes were wide but she leaned forward. “This is…I don’t know…” Her eyes darted warily from face to face, an eager lust in every man’s gaze, except Robert Lee, who looked calm and patient. “I guess it’s OK.”

“It’s for the pictures, Donna.”

“OK,” she breathed and slowly worked open each button on his flannel shirt. She murmured a wordless apology as she tugged the tails out of his waistband, then she slid the shirt down his arms and dropped it to the floor with one hand, the nails of the other hand scratching the cotton of his tight tee shirt.

“Wow” she breathed.

“Everything, Donna.”

She glanced nervously at the cameras, bit her lower lip and looked at Robert Lee. He nodded patiently.

She shifted her torso and pulled her legs up onto the seat and, kneeling, leaned in closer, her face close to his, so close she felt his moist breaths rustling her hair. Her fingers trembled as they worked the white cotton shirt out of his blue jeans; when his belly was bare she slowly rolled the shirt up, her fingers caressing over his skin as she, with excruciating deliberation, moved the fabric up his muscled torso. He raised his arms and she tugged it over his head, gasping as she dropped the shirt to the floor.

She sank back, her face scarlet, but her blazing eyes studying his muscular body.

“OK, Robert Lee, now you do hers.”

“What…wait…I don’t….”

“Shhh, Donna,” Edmund hissed. Then more calm and smooth “You can do this for us Donna; you look so pretty.”

The pretty Pl@ym@te squirmed with hesitation but Robert Lee was nodding calmly and already leaning forward. Her legs stretched out from under her and into his lap. She was leaning against the door and raised her arms to grip the window frame behind her. Robert Lee smoothed her hair and whispered “Shhh,” and Donna realized she had been whimpering. She nodded softly and held her breath.

He caressed her blushing cheeks, brushed his fingertips over her mouth, and then traced a quiet line down her throat and chest until he came to the first button.

“No,” she moaned, her eyes closed. But she kept her grip on the window frame behind her and pulled her shoulders back as if offering her chest to his hands. “Shh,” he whispered again, “So pretty, we want to see you so pretty.”

He tenderly worked the button open and lovingly spread the fabric. Already the lacy black bra and plenty of lush cleavage was presented to the cameras.

Donna held her breath, her legs quivering, while he worked the second button open; now the lacy cups of the bra, overflowing with her creamy flesh, were completely exposed.

He worked slowly and carefully, giving the cameras plenty of time to capture the girl’s beauty. She still held her breath for the third one, even the fourth; but the fifth button, when opened, offered her bare belly and navel and she let out a long sigh and began panting, her luscious chest heaving up and down.

The shirt whispered sinfully as he tugged it out of the tight jeans; she was quaking now and his fingers made short work of the last two buttons. He tugged her forward and had to gently pry her fingers off the window frame. She sobbed as he slid the shirt off her arms but then she immediately embraced him and kissed him with a dozen frantic kisses, wet and soft; her hands caressed over his hair, his shoulders, his back and her lace covered breasts pressed against his naked torso. Just as abruptly, she broke the kiss, dropped her legs to floor and pushed him away as she squirmed into the corner of the passenger side. Her hand was over her heart as she panted frantically, her bare belly fluttering with each breath. Her eyes blazed with desire intermingled with defiance. She was a Greensboro girl defending her virtue; she was Pl@ym@te of the Year glowing with sexual craving.

The shutters clattered for another minute; Robert Lee stayed in his corner, watching the luscious girl, like a boxer assessing his opponent after a brutal round. Slowly the sound of cameras faded and everybody was lost in thought, everybody thinking the same thing.

Edmund spoke firmly. “We’ve never had such a fine shoot, Donna; you’re the best model we’ve every had.” Donna was silent, blushing, but radiating sexual energy; her eyes never left Robert Lee. Edmund continued, still firm and direct, “Donna, you’ll take his pants off now.”

A long minute ticked by; then with a deep breath, Donna slinked forward; she reached down and raised his legs one at time and in slow motion unlaced his boots and slipped them off. She couldn’t help giggling slightly as she tugged off his socks. She was gentle as she lowered each leg to the floor and she was graceful as she knelt closer to him and leaned in even closer and took hold of his belt buckle.

Now her eyes were locked on his. The jangle of the belt blended with the metallic clicks of the cameras; the zipper came open only with several tugs, as if savoring the touch of Donna’s slender fingers. Her thumbs dug into his waistband and she slowly pushed the jeans down as he raised his rear to ease her work. She careful pushed the fabric down each leg and her eyes dropped, just for a second glancing at his black briefs and the bulge they could barely contain. She fixed her eyes to a spot on the floor and shoved the slacks to the floor. The heavy metal belt buckle made a dull thud that seemed to punctuate the moment, signaling a point of no return.

Still kneeling on the seat, Donna leaned back, her knees barely touching his bare thigh; she primly placed her own palms on her own knees and waited for what was inevitable.

“Robert Lee, you know what to do.” Edmund’s voice filled the cab even though he nearly whispered the command.

The sailor nodded to himself then looked at Donna, reading her face. Her gaze was soft and sensual, submissive, anxious, but steady. The tip of her tongue glistened pink and moist for a brief moment, her breasts rose and fell in her apprehensive breathing. He waited for a sign from her but her stillness was the only sign coming. He leaned back in the driver’s seat, putting a few more inches between them and she remained still, not like a statue but like a trembling fawn cornered by a lion. He nodded once more, but she didn’t respond except to let her tongue delicately slide over her lips once more; it glided graceful, seductively, and disappeared. He leaned further into his seat and rested his left arm on the window frame; he slowly extended his right arm towards her.

His palm pressed her bare belly. She gasped. “Shh,” he soothed. His fingers traced a line over the waistband of her tight jeans. She held her breath. The button closing the jeans was held firm by the tightness of the waistband. She murmured a little “Oh” as his strong fingers and thumb worried the brass button and the hole restraining it. His other hand gripped tightly to the window frame. She looked down and watched the fingers deliberately and determinedly work the brass through the denim slot. It took a long time. The button resisted his fingers and then suddenly, almost furtively slipped loose. The waistband loosened. Donna trembled. His thumb slipped into the space abandoned by the button and his fingers searched for the zipper tab and worked it up to the pad of his thumb. He squeezed the metal firmly but didn’t move.

He held the pause; Donna remained still, her glowing eyes fixed on the zipper tab. She waited. She trembled. His fingers held steady, motionless. She trembled some more, her eyes almost willing his hand to move. His arm was straight out; she could feel the pulse from his wrist resting on her bare belly. She trembled; she watched his motionless hand. A soft zzzh sound, his arm moving in an arc like the irrevocable hand of a clock, the zzzh sound flowed in one unceasing chord harmonizing with the delicate moan blowing over her trembling lips. The zipper slid down, his fingers brushing over her skin, then the soft curls of her sex, then- it stopped. His hand withdrew; Donna stayed kneeling, looking at her wide open jeans and pale flesh and the glistening curls naked to the cameras.

He turned towards her and reached out, placing one arm around her bare shoulders to steady her and using his other hand to guide her legs out from under her. He shifted again, guiding her into a supine position over the seat. Donna moaned, whispered, “No, no,” yet lifted her left leg and unhurriedly unzipped the boot herself. She delicately placed in on the floor. She placed her bare foot onto his bare thigh and the warmth of skin on skin sent a chill up her spine. She raised her right leg and the unzipping was even slower and the placing on the floor more refined and ladylike. She positioned her bare foot as though she were reading braille with her sole. For the first time since he started the process of de-pantsing her she looked at him, then she rolled over and rested her face on her arms.

He leaned over her prostrate body and dug his fingers into the waistband once last time and gradually pulled the pants down off of her juicy derriere, down her legs, off her feet. She sighed as the denim fluttered into a pile on the floor. There were no instructions now; she held her breath as he undid the hooks on the lacy bra and her arms floated gracefully as he slipped off the shoulder straps and the gossamer lingerie fluttered away. He bent down and, with his cheek, nudged her hair away from her neck and shoulders and he kissed the skin gently. He kissed down her naked spine, leaving tiny moist spots as he savored her flesh. He licked back up her spine, then kissed across her shoulders; she trembled and he ran his fingers through her lustrous hair dropped in waves down over her bare skin. He slipped his arms under her shoulders and steadily guided her torso up; she resisted by being limp and motionless but twisted her head back to kiss him. She was inert; her muscles and nerves had no will, no power, and she glowed with sensual allure. He had to lift each limb and each luscious part of her to get her upright on his lap and in his arms, kissing her the entire time.

“Let’s get her on the bed,” Edmund said.

Still limp and heavy with surrender, Donna felt Robert Lee shift himself around and use his arms and legs to raise her up the short distance to the platform bed. Once on the spread she sprang to life and scrambled into a far corner, gathering a pillow to hold over her chest as she kneeled and looked at the men. Several of the photographers from scaffolds were scrambling into the cab including Edmund.

“What are go going to do to me?” she pleaded in her lilting voice. “Are you…?” Her voice was even a little hopeful as she gazed at them with wide, panicked eyes. Her words faded away as she saw Robert Lee wriggling out of his briefs.

“No!” she gasped, squeezing the pillow tighter.

Edmund replied. “Yes, Donna, first Robert Lee, then…” His hand gestured vaguely to the other four men in the cab. They all nodded.

“No,” she whispered, not believing, but surrendering.

“Shh, Donna,” Robert Lee said, “I told you I’m a real straight shooter and you said that’s what you wanted.” He was on the bed, kneeling, but kneeling like he was about to pounce. He was different now; this was the warrior Robert Lee Jones, the conqueror, the straight shooter. She tried to make her body even smaller, to disappear behind the pillow; she pulled her legs up, her knees in the air, her heels under her bottom. “You knew since yesterday I was a straight shooter; you know what I’m gonna do now.”

Donna moaned, trying to will her body to disappear but her body trembled with desire. She closed her eyes. His fingers wrapped around her left ankle and he pulled her leg flat; he took the other ankle and straightened that limb. She immediately crossed her legs in a futile search for protection. He spoke the whole time, slowly maneuvering her body to display for the cameras and for his own pleasure. “You’re so fine, Donna, Pl@ym@te of the Year.” He pulled her legs closer to him, her back slid down the Confederate flag and soon she was lying on her back. “You’re going to be a good girl for me. I’m gonna be your straight shooter.” He held her ankles and shifted her body so she was stretched over the length of the bed but she remained determined to keep herself close to the back wall and under the Confederate flag as though Dixie would protect Southern femininity. But the Boy from Greensboro had other plans. “You’re my special girl, I’m gonna be inside you and you’re gonna be my pretty sexy playmate.” He tugged gently on the pillow but she refused to release it. “It’s Ok, Donna, I’m your straight shooter and we can take our time, but the boys want pictures too, pictures of your pretty body, pictures of your straight shooter loving you up.” As he spoke now he was edging himself between her and the Confederate flag, nudging her closer to the front of the bed. He stretched his body along side hers and flattened his palm on her belly. Her navel fluttered nervously. “You’re so pretty, Donna, I want to have you so bad.” His hand was making an ever-expanding spiral over her bare skin. “You want your straight shooter inside, don’t you girl.” He teasingly tried to pry her thighs apart. “Show us your pretty body.” His fingers tapped over her legs and then up her hips and around her belly. He suddenly pulled at the pillow but her grip was too tight. She couldn’t see the flash of anger on his face but he held his voice smooth, “Come on, Donna, you want to show us; you posed for Pl@yb0y so you can pose for Greensboro.”

“Greensboro, Greensboro, Greensboro,” she murmured in her magical chant. The grip on the pillow eased slightly; her legs relaxed and she bent her right leg up, just a bit, just enough for a little peek.

“Good girl, my little playmate is so good.” His fingers spread over her belly and he nuzzled into her hair. “You’re gonna let me do you, aren’t you, pretty girl?”

Donna moaned again but her grip on the pillow covering her breasts continued to ease. A hint of her scrumptious areolas peeked out over the satin sheen. “I bet you’re a feel fine lover, so sweet, so pretty, so sexy.” His voice was a solemn, relentless growly into her ear. The curvaceous playmate trembled as her resistance melted away. “I’m your straight shooter, baby.”

“You’re my straight shooter,” she breathed, still trembling.

“Say yes, baby.” His growl was firm, insistent, commanding.

“Yes.” Her voice was tremulous, hesitant, submissive.

As she turned her head to kiss him he nudged her body up, slowly moving her onto her left side and facing the cameras. She kissed in a deep frenzied probing torrent; one hand released the pillow to caress over his face, her slender throat stretched up toward him. His hand moved from her belly to her knee and he slowly raised her right leg into an arch to show the moist glory of her pussy. Reaching under her left shoulder he soothingly aided the pillow’s fall from her luscious breasts. Both hands free, she gripped his head and ravished his mouth with hungry kisses. With his left arm under her to steady her, he used his right hand to wander over her naked body. Donna writhed, her breasts swaying and heaving, her legs trembled; he fondled her chest, teasing and taunting her bullet hard nipples. She wriggled and bucked, grinding her bare bottom against his throbbing erection; her tongue swirled in his mouth.

She snapped, desire flooding her; she thrashed and undulated in a passionate frenzy, then her head snapped back. She held his head and stared into his eyes, her body still trembling. “I want you inside me,” she breathed in gasping surrender.

Oh yeah! That was the silent shout from all the men. Oh yeah! That was the greedy groan from Robert Lee. He wrapped his left arm around her shoulders and raised her as he sat up. “Good girl, so fine,” he was growling, busily tugging her body into position. She mewed meekly, sweetly. He raised her left leg and pivoted her body so she was facing him and he pulled her into his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist. “I’m gonna ball you so good, my little playmate,” he purred. He bent her back and his mouth engulfed her right nipple and she swooned. His left hand held her steady as his right slid down to finger her moist pussy. He sucked and slurped greedily; he probed and taunted delicately. Their bodies rocked together in unheard sensual music. In the middle of the bed, they made faint, dreamy movements, as if beating a drum. But from time to time Robert Lee drew her to him, put a hand possessively on the back of her neck, and she would follow him with closed eyes, her face flushed, head thrown back, hair hanging free, vertically. Then Donna grabbed his hair and slowly pulled him closer to her lips. His cock throbbed against her bare belly; he lovingly, gently, fingered lightly inside her pussy. Still rocking together, Donna pulled his mouth to hers and kissed him deeply; at the same time her right hand found his cock and she softly stroked it in worship. She leaned her head back, eyes moist, almost crying. But she smiled. “Good girl, you’re so good, so sweet,” he crooned while maneuvering the trembling girl onto her knees, her calves parallel to his hips as she straddled him, her toes pointing straight out behind her. “I’m gonna do you so good.” He slipped his hand over hers as she stroked his cock. He nudged her hand but she wrapped her fingers passively around the shaft. Or maybe it was protectively, knowing that if she let it go it would be a weapon to assault her body. “It’s OK, Donna. Let me just get it set. Shhh, it’s OK. I’m gonna give you a wild ride, pretty girl,” he growled and the cock slipped from her hand. She raised both hands to her head, gripping her own skull as if expecting it to explode. She looked down and watched him position the hard head of his shaft against the soft lips of her sex. “Almost there, sweetheart. You’re gonna feel so good. I’m gonna fuck you real nice.” He pushed her torso back, at the same time sliding her hips forward. “Easy now, that’s my girl. Let it in, nice and sweet.” Her head dropped back; her mouth opened wide with wonder. His cock entered her steadily, a solid, throbbing mass filling her with sweet agony, oh yeah. She reached out her arms to hold his shoulders but Robert Lee sank back and as he sank his cock sank deeper into the upright girl straddling his hips. Oh yeah, she was tight and fine. Her arms spread wide as if trying to balance herself on the thick solid pole deep inside her. His fingers dug into her hips and he thrust up into her. Her lush breasts bounced and she and he were off, undulating and gyrating in a long, deep, drilling for bliss. Donna’s sex, sweet and warm, tight and soft, throbbing with desire, it caressed, squeezed, and rippled over the thrusting shaft lunging up into her. Donna didn’t ball with just her pussy, she balled with her groin too. And her hips, and her belly, and her breasts, and her arms, and her throat, and her eyes; she balled with her entirety. The problem was not to stop the fucking before she was swallowed by the abyss at the bottom of her ever expanding ecstasy, or to ram into her like a barbarian smashing her gates. The problem was to make her ecstasy stay up where the lighted stars were more numerous and had her ecstasy bouncing from one to another, wandering, confused, delirious, but still a free spirit, a spiraling comet. And you achieved this not by jolting your cock but by transmitting vibrations to her core, rocking into her, but gently, so the sex machine of her body wouldn’t catch on and say Tilt. You could only do it by following her writhing and thrashing with a play of the hips that made your groin not so much bump, as slither, keeping her on this side of an orgasm. And if your hips moved according to nature, it was the buttocks that supplied the forward thrust, but gracefully, so that when the thrust reached the pelvic area, it is softened, as in a magic spell, where the more you stir the cauldron, the more magically effective and potent the spell is. Thus from the groin an infinitesimal pulse is transmitted to her pussy, and the sex machine obeys, the bliss moves against nature, against inertia, against gravity, against the law of dynamics, and against the gods, who want her submissive. The girl is intoxicated with the music of the spheres, irrevocable motion, undulating and writhing for memorable and immemorial lengths of time. But her soul is required, melting into the very essence of fucking, and there must be no thought, only skin, nerves, a throbbing cock sheathed in a velvet tight pussy, and a sublimated erotic fury, a sly cold-heartedness, a disinterested adaptability to her madness, a taste for arousing desire without morals or scruples: the sex goddess must be driven by the frenzy and savor the thought that she will then abandon it. Donna Edmondson, with a cock pumping into her, is the center of the universe; she keeps the planets in her in her gravitational pull; she fucks and creates the cosmos from the chaos of her ecstasy.

Sobs, screams, tight and warm, oh yeah, flying hair, breasts bouncing in rhythm, coming, coming, she’s so tight, so sweet, her face blissful and angelic. Fuck her harder, deeper, harder, oh yeah, make her scream, more and more. The cock pulsates, gushes, the girl quakes and mountains fall as she murmurs wordless prayers into her orgasm. The cock surges, explodes, oh yeah; Donna screams her bliss and then cries gently, falling against your face and kissing you with infinite, profound gratitude.

Donna Edmondson, Pl@ym@te of the Year, collapsed against his chest, her legs still bent and her toes pointing straight behind her, muscles straining, her body hot and flushed, soaked with sweat; her breasts crushed against him were still heaving from the exertions of her magnificent sex dance and her entire body throbbed with blissful aftershocks. Her hair, damp and disheveled, brushed delicately over his skin and her fingers affectionately stroked behind his ear. With her cheek resting on his chest, she gazed at the cameras still shooting her post-balling bliss and she smiled a misty, rapturous smile. She quaked once more with a momentous reverberation of her earthshaking orgasm. Her body tensed, her thighs squeezed him, his cock inside her felt the thunderclap and released one last fiery bolt of white deep into her sweetness. “Oh,” she purred appreciatively, too exhausted to scream, “Oh, oh, oh.” Her eyes, even through narrow slits, glowed with blissful worship. Her shapely hips gyrated slowly, drawing the last of his load into her deep, profound ecstasy. “Ooooooo,” she purred until her voice faded into peaceful harmony with his growls of pleasure.

Minutes went by; the couple on the bed was still and the cameras were momentarily silent. Slowly, dreamily Donna’s breathing calmed, her heart stopped racing. Her body radiated sweet heat and more than anything Robert Lee wanted to fuck her again, but there was Edmund now stripped down and ready. Slowly the sailor rolled Donna’s limp body off of him; she whimpered melodiously and purred, “You really are a straight shooter.” Her eyes were steamy and her smile lazy; she stretched her nude body over the Confederate flag bed spread and then curled into a ball like a lazy sex kitten. Robert Lee lay next to her for a while but he didn’t touch her. Through half closed eyes she watched the camera club mount lights in the cab to make up for the light lost from the setting sun. Part of her wondered how long she had been here, marveled at the long, deep, endless fucking Robert Lee had given her; she quaked with an echo of orgasm just from the memory. Edmund’s words suddenly echoed alongside the orgasm, “First Robert Lee, then…” Then Edmund she knew, then another and another. All Greensboro boys.

The lights snapped on and Donna blinked; most of the camera club was fussing with light meters and gear but Edmund was climbing onto the bed, a bottle of baby oil in his hand.

Donna rolled onto her back and raised her arms to receive him. He straddled her waist and raised the bottle above her chest. “You’re such a good girl, Donna.” The oil dripped down, rivulets spiraling over her rock hard nipples and making her creamy flesh gleam lusciously in the bright lights. His cock was already nestled between the perfect curves of the two heavenly mounds. Her moist lips parted and “Greensboro, Greensboro, Greensboro,” she murmured softly then bent her head and licked the tip of his cock. She was home.

[technoir]

My stories are based on a place called the Manor. A corrective school for girls aged 18-22 who are drop outs from uni's and parents who can't control them. The Manor is run by a miss Fernandez.


The alarm sounded on my clock, it was Monday morning and a new day and week had begun. I switched off the clock and laid my head back down on the pillow and began to think about my girls.
Ruby came straight into my day dream, mixed race ebony, slim, thick sexy lips and large breasts, her hair long on one side and the other side shaved, she is so hot, and she had been coming onto me most of last week, and i guess if Natalie had not jumped in, Ruby would have been there.
My hand edged down to my cock what with the morning arousal, Ruby was getting me going, I began to stroke up and down nice and slow, her lips taking me, her hot wet mouth taking me, sucking my head like a lolly. I quickened as she continued to take me, faster and faster her hot sexy moans as she fucked me with her mouth, I came into her mouth and she took the lot. "Fuck" I said to myself as I returned back from my fantasy.

I showered and had breakfast, and checked the agenda for today, domestic science, how tedious, I had to teach grown women how to run thier home! how old fashioned and sexist I said to myself, I decided to change that schedule, plus the fact I really could not see that lot taking a blind bit of notice of me instructing them how to mop a floor or wash up the dishes and make a cake. While getting ready to go to class for twelve thirty this afternoon, I had a great idea to break my boredom, flirt with Ruby! I know she wants me and I want her, I want her bad. I don't care where the quicker the better, no waiting no planning pure lust was rushing through me for her.

I arrived at the class, it was designed as a kitchen area, with a sort of stage with a stainless steel work top, as I stood behind it I looked out at the desks and chairs, then along the walls with kitchen cupboards and other normal wooden worktops with units under them.

The door opened and they started to arrive.

"Afternoon sir how you hanging?" Asked Beth.

"Fine thanks Beth and how are you today."

"Oh I am ok I guess happier for seeing you sir."

Then Stella walked in blew me a kiss and sat down, making sure I got a full view of her skirt which only just fell below her bum cheeks she knows what gets me going and what I like.

Roxy arrived, Tracy and the rest but no Ruby. "Shit" I said to myself where was she?

"Ok ladies quieten down please, does anyone know why Ruby is not in class today?" I asked.

"She will be here in a bit sir she has got stuff to sort, why you missing her already?" Stella replied.

"Thank you Stella for informing me. Now ladies today I am supposed to guide you in how to run your homes, but to be honest by what I have read on the schedule it seems abit out dated so I would like to take questions on concerns etc. in everyday life within the home, or even family relationships."

"Family relationships sir? what like sex?" Tracy asked.

"Ha or what about adultery sir?" Natalie asked.

"Well not exactly those topics but i guess if any of you need to ask anything please go ahead." I replied still wondering where Ruby was.

"So sir what do you know about a wife? you haven't got one have you? how does that make you a expert in these matters?" Stella asked.

"I mean you live in a batchelor pad don't you?" She continued knowing full well where i lived.

"That is correct Stella." I replied looking at her crossed leg and her skirt half way up her thigh, she was in one of those moods but I guess she had a very good point. The door opened, in she came Ruby. "Thank fuck." I said to myself.

"Sorry i am late sir but i had things to do."

"Thats ok Ruby go sit yourself down."

She stood at the end of the stainless unit for a few seconds letting me see her heaving chest with a few buttons un done and revealing the edges of a red bra. She looked at me and she licked her lips as she stared at me, smiled and went and sat down, her blue skirt and ankle boots finished her look. As she sat she crossed her leg and ran her hand up her thigh still looking at me but with a look of come and get me. This was going to be easy and I said to myself we are not even going to get out of this room this afternoon.

"What we talking about today sir?" Ruby asked.

"Well Ruby we are supposed to be talking about how to run a home, but as I said to the others I think it is a bit pointless." I replied.

"Why pointless sir?" Ruby asked.

"Yea he wants to talk about shagging." Natalie said.

"Really sir? how interesting, I would love to have a bit of that." Ruby replied.

"Quiet please, Natalie that is not what I meant."

"Really sir? I thought you would love to talk to us about that, i mean your getting plenty aren't you?" Natalie replied.

"Is he? lucky him." Ruby replied.

"Oh yea Ruby he sure is didn't you know?" Natalie replied.

"No Nat's who has he been shagging now I wonder." Ruby answered looking at Natalie in a supposed no idea it was her look.

"Right that is enough." I firmly answered.

"Is that what you say when your done? strange I never heard you say that." Stella replied.

"No he does not say that Stella well if he does I must have missed it." Natalie proudly announced.

"Stop it now all of you" I shouted.

"Oh someones getting angry." Roxy said laughing.

"Are we having a domestic argument sir?"

"Yea thats right he is being the stroppy husband."

"Ok, ok thats it, now talk to me sensibly like you are grown women and not like children why do I have to keep reminding you all?" I replied.

They all went quiet, apart from a little mutter which then sent them all into laughter. Ruby though did not laugh instead she looked at me and pouted her lips at me and gestured with her finger pointing at me then pointing it at herself.

"Right what I want you all to do is write on the paper I am going to give you about how a relationship should be run wihin the household, do you all think
you can do that?" I asked.

"Sir I got a question, what if you haven't got a husband but have a girlfriend instead, you know a lesbian relationship?" Beth asked.

"Well Beth a relationship is a relationship whatever the gender." I replied.

"Oh thats ok then cuz I would rather have a woman than a bloke when I leave here." She replied.

"Since when did you decide that Beth? you aint no lesbian." Natalie responded.

"Well why the fuck not Nat ive heard a woman lover knocks spots off a bloke." She replied.

Beth I felt was informing me she likes both sexes I made a mental note as I handed the papers out to each of them.

"So ladies like I say just write what you think a household should be like, how it is run, the equality aspect of the partnership things like that."

They all began to start writing, I was fasinated by what I was going to read, then Ruby called me over. I walked over to her and leant over the desk, getting a full view down her cleavage.

"What is the problem Ruby?" I asked looking in her eyes.

She said nothing but looked down at her paper, spun it around and told me to look at it directing her eyes down and then back at me. It simply said "Fuck me after class."

I looked at her and informed her not to be rude and to remain after class. She smiled.

I gave them around thirty minutes to get thier thoughts down on paper, then got Stella to collect the work from each of them, she moaned abit but obliged and slowly strolled around the desks flaunting herself. She walked over and handed them to me, as I took hold of them she refused to release them and as I looked at her she leant forwards as if to kiss me, but stopped herself and just grinned at me.

"Ok ladies thank you for your efforts but is there anything you want to talk about?" I asked.

"Sir I got a question for you." Natalie replied.

"What is it Natalie?" I asked.

"Well sir imagine you fancy someone and you had like been with them, you know, and the person then did not seem to be interested in you after, what would you do sir?"

"Is this being aimed at me?" I asked myself.

"Well Natalie things happen these days I mean people are more open and in some cases care free, you must ask yourself or rather I would ask myself was what we had infact was just a one off? Or I would approach the person concerned and find out thier feelings, that is of course if they were deliberatley trying to avoid me."

"Oh I see, so what your saying is that in your case you would want to know if something was a one off, and infact you would not even know what a one off was?"

"No Natalie thats not what I meant I know the signs I was meerly giving an example if I did not know."

"Oh right I see so do you think your last lay was just a one off? I mean you have had a lay haven't you?" She replied.

The rest of them all then began to laugh and whistle, it was wind me up time again. I knew exactly what Natalie was getting at.

"So sir what's the best position to get full satisfaction?" Ruby then asked.

"Err well Ruby that is quite personnel, I mean everyone would have thier favroute way. It is not specific that things should be done in only one way and to be honest I can't answer that specific question Ruby." I replied.

"Yes thats what I heard, so what do you like?" She then asked while playing with her pen.

"Ruby really I am not going to answer that you are getting personel by asking me."

"I bet I know what he likes!" Stella shouted out.

"Yes I bet you do Stella." Tracy replied.

The class burst out laughing, I felt my face begin to flush up she really is not going to announce it in front of me? surely not.

"Ok Ladies thats enough now we have ten more minutes of class left just err talk amongst yourselves." I said sitting down.

The last ten minutes felt like hours, finally it was time, the girls all got up and began to leave giving me thier normal flirty goodbyes, Ruby remained seated. When the last girl had left she got up and walked over to the door and locked it, she paused for a moment, looking over at me I stood up and she walked over to me, I grabbed hold of her and pulled her against me, we kissed urgently her thick lips covering my mouth as she slid her tongue into my mouth.
I could not let her go, her body against mine, her tits pressed against my chest, as my hand went down and stroked her arse, Ruby was going to be my best fuck yet.

We carried on taking eachothers tongues into our mouths, as I felt Rubys hand begin to rub my groin, workig it up and down, I broke off from our kiss and began to kiss her neck, working down to the revealed flesh of her open shirt. I un did a few more buttons and began to kiss the top of her right tit, massaging it from underneath and gradually pushing the nipple out of her bra, I took it happily in my mouth.

Ruby began to un button my shirt, opened it up and kissed my chest pushing my shirt off my shoulders, she kissed my left shoulder working to my neck, then back upto my lips as she began to fumble with my trousers. Once undone she stepped back, and began to strip.

She slowly un buttoned her shirt looking at my now exposed cock, her shirt came off. Then she un zipped her skirt and wriggled out of it. standing there now in her bra and matching red thong she un clipped her bra and threw it at me, then finally the thong came off. She walked slowly over to me and our naked bodies pressed against each other as I cupped her tits we kissed again. My hands worked down her body and round to her arse. She then lowered herself squatting now in front of my cock, she looked up as she took me in her hand.

"Fuck ive been waiting for you, mmm,mmm,mmmm oh fuck you mmmm you feel good." Ruby responded as she began her oral show, I looked down and watched her lips sliding up my cock.

"Awww mmmm fuck sir mmmm mmmm your cock is so good aww mmm mmm I can't mmm wait for you to mmmm fuck me mmmm."

"Stay there for a bit Ruby fuck that feels good."

"Oh fuck yes sir." She replied.

She dropped to her knees and began to tease my balls licking and sucking on them, her hand slowly working my cock. I needed to fuck her now not though until I tasted her pussy.

"Sit in the chair Ruby" I demanded. She got up and kissed me as she walked to the chair. She sat and I walked over and took her legs and hung them over each side of the chair.

"Take it sir let me feel you." She purred,

I began kissing her right leg from the knee up her inner thigh and arrived, I went straight onto her, she felt good, shaved and tight. She began to rub herself as my tongue played with her. Ruby began to girate her pussy up and down on my tongue forcing me in deeper, her right leg then dropping over my shoulder keeping me there.

"Awww fuck sir awww god yes fuck I wanna scream yes fuck yes." Ruby moaned.

That was it i needed to fuck her I got up and placed my cock against her, rubbing her pussy lips, sliding the head just inside.

"Fuck me sir stop teasing me com'on fuck me!"

I pushed in slowly at last I was in I went in and out slowly watching her pussy lips against me as I Slowly pumped into her.

"Fuck Ruby oh fuck!" She felt so good I pushed her legs as far apart as I could she grabbed them and lifted them straight up. With that I kissed the back of her legs as I gave her short firm thrusts. Then pushed all the way in Ruby's reaction was orgasmic.

"Oh fuck sir oh fuck yes fuck me harder oh fuck oh fuck yes fuck i'm cummin oh fuck yes oh fuck yes awww awww harder fuck I can feel you yes sir, sir, oh fuck yes yes!" She came fuck that was quick I thought.

I pulled out and took her again with my mouth she was wet and i wanted her from behind. I stood and helped her up swung her around and she rested her front onto the work top, jumping slightly due to the cold feel of the stainless top.

I grabbed my cock and directed it towards her wet pussy and went in again. I pumped her hard, her hot arse twerking slightly. I ran my hands up and down her sides, I wanted her tits but standing straight they were out of reach. I pulled her up slightly and my hands got to them, she lifted her right leg and rested her bent knee on the worktop.

Her tits felt great and felt bigger as they hung slightly. I kissed her back as I pumped her hard. She fell forwards again and i grabbed her hips and encouraged her to slide up and down on my cock, I watched her pussy fuck me.

She pulled off and turned around and went down on me again, her saliva soaking me. She took me faster this time stopping for a second and wanked me then returned with her mouth.

She got back up and sat slightly on the edge of the worktop I walked over and entered her straight away, I took her tits with my mouth as she leant back slightly. She then laid on her back.

"Cum in me like this sir I want you!"

I re entered her it was not going to be long before I would explode in her, so I slowed enjoying her pussy and watching her cup her tits and occasionaly kissing and sucking her nipples.

"Yes come on cum, cum in me you dirty bastard oh yes harder yes come on shoot it yes yes oh fucking hell yes in cummin sir yes come on bastard cum awww fuck yes yes yes!"

"I'm cummin Ruby fuck yes!"

"Yes oh fuck yes I can feel you now!"

"Awww fuck Ruby awww fuck!" I replied.

I let it go into her fucking her hard pushing it into her, I fell forwards as I came kissing her hot lips and taking her tongue. We carried on kissing as I slowly pumped her till I softened, Ruby sighed and wrapped her legs around my waist.

Ruby gently pushed me up and we composed ourselves and got dressed, I just could not take my eyes off her as ahe dressed, I impusively went over to her and grabbed her close to me, she looked into my eyes her hazel eyes looking deeply into mine. We kissed again, I wanted more of her.

"What is your room number Ruby? I want you tonight."

"Sir really you are rampant arnt you? I am number A11, I am on the top floor three doors down the corridor on the left, come at eleven tonight."

"I will be there Ruby." I replied.

We kissed one more time and she left opening the door slowly and sneeking out, I felt empty all of a sudden and alone, Ruby was the most intense yet, she had me hooked I did not feel like this with Stella and Natalie I am getting deeper into this game.

As I went to my room I wondered who could beat her, who would I have next? But that did not matter now I want her again tonight and this time we will have all night.

I left my rooms and walked the corridoors, this place is sure spooky in the night time. Passing rooms I heard a mix of music in one then laughter in another, and in one the sound of one of them getting off. That sounded so good and I wondered who it was, two I rubbed off my sex list, Stella and Natalie, the sound was not either of those I know thier ways.

After pausing for a few minutes listening I had the temptation of looking through the keyhole. But declined only for the fact that someone may have come out of thier room. I then wondered if whoever it was, was getting off over me. I was wrong because as I tuned in I realised she was not on her own.

"Fuck" I said to myself lesbians!" I needed to find out who the hell they were, I had a sudden plan running through my head, ask Ruby in a crafty way as to whos room it was. I made a mental note of the door number and carried on to Ruby's rooms.

I arrived and tapped on the door quietly. She opened the door standing in a red satin robe.

"Hey your here, come on in."

I walked in and she closed the door and stood against it. We looked at eachother and I walked to her and we kissed. My hands on her hips, rubbing her robe against them.

"Mmm someone is eager!" She responded.

"Come and sit down and I will do us a coffee."

I sat and watched Ruby go to her kitchen area, it was all open plan so I sat back and watched her move about as she made our drinks. Her slim body tight butt slim thinish legs were a glorious sight, and as I watched my mind wandered back to the classroom this afternoon, I wanted her again so badly but resisted getting up and taking her there and then in her kitchen.

"Do you have sugar and milk baby man?"

"Black with two sugars please darling."

She walked over her robe opening slightly revealing her thigh and just a glimpse of her naked pussy.

"There you go." She said handing me my cup.

"Great thanks, so hows your evening been?" I asked.

"Yea all ok, I had a nice shower when I got in made some calls and had some food." She replied.

"How about you? is everything ok you know after..."

"What after this afternoon?" I replied.

"Well yes are you ok with what happened?"

"Why of course Ruby if I had a problem I would not be sitting here would I." I replied.

"Why do you ask? Do you think i regret what happened? Well Ruby I don't not one bit. Do you have any concerns?" I asked.

"Who me? hell no I wanted you the first time I saw you, it is just a shame I did'nt get to you first." She replied.

"Oh I see Ruby, thing is what happened with Stella I was not expecting, she knew boy did she know, and as for Natalie she knew what she was doing and again it just happened."

"Yea it is always the way with them." She replied.

"Is it? is it not the same though with me and you Ruby?" I asked.

"Depends how you look at it, I mean let me put it this way, hen I first saw you I knew I wanted you, but with the others they just want to get laid, they will fuck anything, the tutor you replaced was much older than you, I never went near him, but he pretty much had everyone else."

"Really Ruby, so why not you?" I asked.

"Oh he tried don't worry about that he tried, but he finally got the hint, he did nothing for me but you do." Ruby explained looking into my eyes.

I began to wonder if this was just her pulling technique coming out of her mouth like the previous two, they both had a line to get at me was Ruby doing the same? Not that I cared though she could say whatever she liked to me.

I decided to change the subject and I asked Ruby who had the room where I heard the noises while coming to Ruby's room. She told me it was Beth's room and that she often has the other girls in there with her, as well as a couple of the tutors.

I did'nt pursue it any further as long as I knew it was Beth's room I could work from there. When that would be I had no idea I wanted Ruby again and if I was being honest I would want her all the time she had hooked me in big time.

"So what would you like to do tonight sir?"

What a question to ask, I wanted her to start talking dirty to me for some reason so I fired the question back to her.

"Well Ruby it is your place your time what would you like to do tonight?"

"Oh sir no I am asking you, you are my guest."

Ok bad idea she was not going to fall for that easily so I asked in another way.

"Well I know that Ruby but what do you like to do? I mean there must be some things you like better than others."

"You are not making this easy for me sir I mean I would never want to let you down." She replied.

"No Ruby I can deffinately say you would not do that so please do not worry."

"Ok your not getting my hint are you sir, I want you to tell me what you want to do to me. I want to hear it from you, we did things earlier today but there is plenty more we could do to each other, and I want you to tell me." She replied stroking her leg.

"Well ok Ruby but I want it to go the way it goes, but I would love to sixty-nine you, you on top of me sucking my cock slowly as I take you with my mouth, stroking your arse."

"Oh yes that sounds awesome hmmm oh yes."

"I want to fuck you any way I can, your pussy felt so good this afternoon I want it again, I want your tits badly I want to watch you playing with them as you sit ontop of me,"

She was getting turned on her cup had gone on the table, and she sat next to me playing with her hair, twisting it around her fingers.

"Take me to bed sir take me to bed and fuck me I want you to do the things you did to me earlier this afternoon, I want it again."

She stood up and walked over to her bedroom door. And facing me she un tied her robe and opened it up revealing nothing but a black bra. She dropped her robe and turned and went into the bedroom. I got up and walked into the room.

There she was sitting on the corner of the bed her legs open slightly her arms stretched back her hands gripping the cover. I closed the door and looked at her for a few seconds and smiled. I began to undress looking at her as I removed everything.

I walked over to her, and looked down, she looked up and smiled and pouted her lips. I lowered my lips down to hers and we kissed slowly at first our mouths slowly opening till we found eachothers tongues. Still kissing I felt her hand on me, slowly stroking me up and down, as our kisses became more rampant she quickened on me she stopped kissing me looking into my eyes she smiled.

"Let me taste you!" She whispered.

Still standing in front of her I offered her what she wanted, her thick lips taking my head, her tongue licking it then sucking again.

Oh fuck Ruby you feel good." I whispered.

Her mouth went further down till she had it all. I grabbed her head the shaved side felt rough in my hand but I loved the feel.

"Mmmmm sir you are pleased to be here arn't you?"

She carried on taking my cock with her mouth until it was Ruby time. She lean't back on her hands again her legs now fully opened either side of the corner of the bed.

"Take me with your mouth!" She demanded.

I knelt down and lifted her right leg and began to kiss her foot, kissing the top then around to the ankle, then worked my way up, I arrived at her inner thigh and kissed and licked it until I arrived at her pussy. I bgean to kiss all around teasing her making her want me more.

I kissed up and down her closed lips slowly sliding my tongue into her. I pushed her legs further apart and took her fully in my open mouth, she began to rub her clit and offered her fingers to my mouth, I felt abit awkward sucking them as that is normally what a woman does isn't it? But I took them anyway and she enjoyed the feel, a giggle came from her.

I stopped licking her and she sat up again demanding my cock again, I stood up but pushed her gently down and climbed on top of her, legs apart either side of her and offered my cock to her mouth, she began to suck me again, I began to pump her slowly and fell forwards onto my hands and began fucking her mouth fuck it felt good.

She pulled off though and we took our long awaited sixty nine, I laid on my back and Ruby slowly lowered herself onto my mouth still sitting up she began to wriggle on me as I licked her, my tongue entering her. I grabbed hold of her hips encouraging her to ride up and down, she responded well, she was wet and began to rub herself as I tongue fucked her.

"Oh shit yes sir oh shit!" She shouted out.

She fell forwards and began to take me hungrily her mouth aroused me even more I stopped with my mouth and began to finger her kissing her as my finger went in and out. I stopped and returned with my mouth. She stopped sucking and began to wank me. I needed to fuck her, pulled away from her hand and knelt behind her she knelt with her back to me and I reached round and cupped her bra covered tits, she dropped her head back and we kissed, I pushed her bra off her tits and continued on them, until she dropped forwards on all fours her pussy calling me.

I pressed my cock against her arse again teasing her to want me, but I did not tease her for long I grabbed my cock and eased into her pussy.

"Mmmm oh yes oh yes fuck that feels so good sir."

I pumped her slowly letting her feel every inch of what I had, occasionally coming out but loving the feel of entering her again, she was blowing my mind as she then began to take over and began to fuck me herself sliding backwards and forwards.

"Awww yes you like that sir? you like that? Hmmm so fucking good sir awww fuck yes." She whispered.

I took hold of her and lifted her up still inside her, she then fucked my upright cock as I again took her tits from behind, then pushing her bra straps off her shoulders, and un fastening the back, she threw it off as she quickened on me.

"Oh shit Ruby slower Ruby take me slower." I whispered in her ear.

"Awww fuck yes sir yes oh my god yes!"

I fell back keeping hold of her, she stretched out with her back on top of me and guided me back skillfully into her. I began to thrust into her harder as she rubbed her tits.

"Fucking hell yes i'm going to cum sir harder yes yes oh you bastard yes harder oh oh oh fuck yes i'm cumin oh fuck oh fuck yes yes fuck me harder yes!"

She came on my cock laid still for a few seconds then got up and squatted over my throbbing cock she lowered herself onto me and began to ride me slowly.

"This is what you want isnt it?" She said looking down at me and taking her tits.

I just laid there watching her perform on me up and down taking her tits in turn in her mouth. I began to pump her as she dropped onto her knees falling back very slightly and then began to slide forwards and backwards on me. I was not going to last much longer she was killing me, but I did not want to stop I did not want this night to stop.

There was a closeness between us I don't know if it was the moment making me feel this way but it just felt different than the others I had in the past, Ruby my Ebony beauty was taking me over.

She suddenly came off me and laid at my side and turned onto her side with her back to me I turned and took her I had never spooned before and it took a little bit of effort to find her, but she helped. Once in I took her slowly as she lifted her leg.

I could not keep going this way for long, I came out and laid her on her back, lifting her legs and pushed my cock into her thrusting into her I opened her legs and lowered them, now missionary I pumped into her kissing her tits and finding her mouth.

"Mmmm mmmm sir cum in me like this mmmm mmmm."

I began to quicken giving her all I could she began to cum again I felt my cock begin to cum. looking at her open mouth, her sexy lips as I began to cum she screamed out her orgasm.

I came into her hard, she pulled me down and took my tongue with hers as she slowly came down, I carried on slowly pumping her not wanting it to end, but I came to a stop and came out of her, I laid on my back and Ruby turned on her side, her leg bent up over mine, we kissed gently.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" She asked.

"Why I would love to Ruby." I replied.

"By the way sir what is your name?" She asked.

She was the first one to ask me, I looked at her and simply said "Robert." She smiled at me.

"Well Robert thank you for today, thank you for tonight you are swell."

"Thank you too Ruby you are beautiful."

We got off the bed and put ourselves under the covers and held each other till sleep arrived.

[keats]

If you’ve ever made love at 75 miles per hour, in a velvet –covered air mattress and with eight-track tapes and a keg of beer in easy reach, then either you’ve been hallucinating or you’ve taken a trip in a custom van.

Harvey Katzman was not in a good mood and his fraternity brothers were worried. Harvey had been elected president of the Jersey City State College chapter of the Kappa Omicron Xi fraternity –KOX, and the Cocksmen, as the brothers were called by all who knew them, were the big men on campus, the kings of all the parties; and Harvey, he was the king of the Cocksmen.

He’d been elected to that exalted station because of his van, a Ford Econline which, a visionary ahead of his time, he had painted a fire engine red with the Greek letters KOX painted large and shaped like lightning bolts and a cartoon portrait of himself with a lewd grin on his face. Even more visionary, he’d had the rear stripped down to make room for a mini-bar, including a spigot for beer kegs, A stereo system, a pull-down bed, and the entire interior was covered in orange shag carpeting. Just lately he had added the spinning colored lights for his trip to Chicago and it was the trip to Chicago that put him in a bad mood.

The annual meeting of Cocksmen Presidents was taking place in Chicago at the Pl@yb0y Mansion and the Grand Chair of All Cocksmen, who was from the University of Chicago, had decided that, as tribute to Hugh Hefner who was hosting the event at his mansion, every president of each local chapter should bring along one girl to offer up as a Pl@ym@t3 candidate for the magazine.

Harvey, of course, picked Debbie Brink, his girl from the Epsilon Zeta sorority; the EZ girls had a reputation and he was looking forward to the trip and all the fun with the girl in the van. A few days before the trip he got a phone call from Debbie.

“Fuck you Harvey, I’m not going.”

“What!! Why?!”

“Billy Rodgers, president of the Rutgers chapter. He’s taking me.”

“What!!!”

“And Harvey, you cheap fuck, he’s flying me out. Not driving me in some sleazy van.”

So now he was in a bad mood. Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown. He heard that line in a class he had accidently shown up for one late afternoon.

Larry was nervous because his president was so upset; he was proud to be a Cocksman and anxious for his chapter to make a good showing in Chicago, but mostly he was worried because when Harvey got mad he had a tendency to throw fits and smash up shit in the frat house and they didn’t have much furniture as it was. So Larry was wandering the campus looking for a girl.

His criteria were simple: she had to be sexy in that girl next door way that Pl@yb0y Pl@ym@t3s were sexy, like farm girl sexy; well not many farms around Jersey City so maybe sexy like when you’re in ninth grade and the substitute teacher is this stacked babe with her tight blouse unbuttoned just enough for you to get a peek at her bra and she kinda looks like Elizabeth Taylor in National Velvet but older, sexier. Sexy like she just barely knew she was sexy and she was kind of giddily embarrassed but a little proud too when guys told her she was sexy. Sexy like she would be willing to take her clothes off but like it was the first time she’d done it. Sexy like she’d go down on a guy but like it was the first time she’d done it (not that she’d be inept; she’d be shy about it until she got going and then, zowy, she’d be great. Sexy like she’d let a guy into her pants but like it was something she only did for a really special guy and she hadn’t done too often. Sexy like when you first put it to her she has a look of surprise and awe as if she can’t believe a big dick is inside her but then when you start drilling she goes crazy. Sweet and cute sexy. Like Lenny Bruce said: a combination of a kindergarten teacher and hooker. And big tits.

Not sexy like Eloise Sheboygan. She had just stepped in front of him, blocking his view of the girls coming out of an acting class inside the theater in Hepburn Hall. He had figured that might be a place to meet up with some girls but Eloise was not what he had in mind.

Eloise was OK in her own way; she showed up to parties with a box of condoms and she rarely went home before the box was emptied. She could go at it fine once you got past the patchouli smell and the long overdue laundry issue. But Eloise was not what he needed now. Now he was looking for an Ivory Soap Girl, 99 & 44/100% pure.

He craned his neck to look around Eloise’s bushy stack of hair. “Whatca doin’?” she asked, snapping gum at the same time.

“I’m, um, meeting somebody,” Larry said. He frowned; the class was almost completely emptied out now and no prospects showed themselves.

“Didja hear Debbie Brink broke up with Harvey?” Eloise snapped her gum some more.

“Um, I guess so.” He was getting ready to leave. Eloise’s patchouli was forming a cloud around him.

“So she isn’t gonna ride the van to Chicago.” Eloise was stating the obvious and she was holding Larry’s sleeve so he would listen. “I could go you know.”

“That would be up to Harvey.”

Eloise was going to make a case for herself but then she frowned. A tiny voice spoke up behind her.

“Hi Eloise, hope I’m not late.”

Eloise took a step back so she could see the person behind her; the person who had just spoken was revealed to Larry. His response to seeing the young fresh girl for the first time was the typical reaction of most males who saw her for the first time; he got an erection.

The girl had a petite body to go with her tiny voice; she was tiny, five feet and three inches but her breasts were a bountiful thirty-six inches with a C cup and her ass was an equally generous thirty-six inches but her waist tapered to twenty-four inches to give her a luscious hour-glass figure.

Eloise really wanted to ride in that van; weed, a bunch of horny guys, the long road trip to the Pl@yb0y Mansion. She had to ingratiate herself with the frat boys and, as she watched Larry eye the buxom and petite brunette beauty who just showed up, she saw her ticket to ride.

“Hey Linda, this is my good buddy Larry; Larry, meet Linda,” she pushed the tiny girl forward and silently mouthed the magic word to Larry, “Cherry.”

Larry, while duly noting Eloise’s big news also noted Linda’s big breast; he gallantly put out a hand to Linda and politely greeted her. “Are you a student at our beloved Jersey City State?” he asked with a bow.

“She’s going to NYU next year.” Eloise saw Larry’s face darken skeptically so, still behind the guileless girl, she quickly counted off with her fingers, five, ten, then fifteen, plus three. She could see Larry’s face brighten, eighteen. Eighteen and cherry. Then he thought about handing her over to Harvey, maybe.

Still he couldn’t suppress his grin; still holding her hand he shook it again. The young girl offered a confused smile in return but she kept her hand in his; she was holding hands with a college man, golly.

Or maybe not, Larry was thinking as he assessed her assets. The blackboard in his brain rapidly inventoried everything: Bust: 36C and clearly creamy and fresh, the tips of her nipples poking through both bra and blouse: Waist: 24 and Hips: 36. Larry loved a classic hourglass figure, especially on a petite 5 foot 3 inch frame.

The luscious virgin was looking up at him, still confused but she hadn’t pulled her hand away. He suddenly realized that he had been lost in thought for the last minute or so.

Eloise took Linda by the shoulders and interposed herself between Larry and his prey. “Linda is graduating high school in June,” she explained.

Linda pouted slightly at the way Eloise said ‘high school’ as if emphasizing she was child so she piped up, “But I did all AP classes so I’m already finished really. I was coming here to register for a summer class maybe.”

Eloise cut her off. “Yeah, I was just about to say. Larry, Linda is off now until graduation day which is like a month away, so she’s got plenty of time to go on a road trip with me.” She punched out the last two words to make sure that Larry understood that he was getting a package deal.

Linda was a smart girl, if naïve, so she could sense that gears were spinning in the brains of the two college students and she was pretty sure that she was the reason but she was too modest in every sense to really know why. “A road trip?” Her eyes darted between their two faces.

Eloise pulled a lewd face and was about to blow everything with tales of pot parties and orgies in the van and at the Pl@yb0y Mansion but Larry was quicker. “Oh yes, my fraternity has a serious commitment to community service and so every year we go someplace to work with youth in the inner cities. It’s an opportunity to give back, you know, and see the US besides. We always partner with some of our sorority sisters at EZ.” He looked at Linda and she was nodding along eagerly, picturing herself doing good deeds. But when he mentioned the sorority she pouted in disappointment.

“But I’m not in a sorority,”

“Oh that’s OK,” he smoothly added, “This could be a good opportunity to get a head start on the other pledges in the fall.”

“Yeah,” Eloise agreed already picturing herself on the van.

“I’ll tell you what; let me take a picture of you and get your phone number and I’ll talk it over with fraternity brothers.”

“Why do you need a picture?”

“Oh we have lots of applicants and the picture just helps keep the names and faces straight.” He was already pulling his Polaroid camera out of his bag.

Eloise posed Linda by one of the gothic arches and stood behind her so she’d be in the picture too. Linda smiled sweetly, but her friend behind her made a lewd face and gestured finger-fucking with her hands.

When Larry pulled out a notebook to get a phone number Eloise interfered again. “Oh you can just call me and I’ll let Linda know.” Before Larry could object Eloise was guiding her young protégée away. Larry gazed for a long time, watching that luscious ass wriggle down the hall.

Larry knew the first thing Eloise would do would be to call Harvey and spill the beans about the delicious virgin on the menu so he ‘fessed up at the meeting that night.

Everybody was immediately enthusiastic and there was a long discussion of what would be the best way to deflower such a delectable treat. Should they wait to do her in the van or have her over to the frat house. Too many brothers at the frat house. But isn’t the first time special? Maybe a motel for the first time? Harvey took umbrage; his van was a palace worthy of a princess and this young thing should be honored that she was losing her virginity in such luxurious surroundings. Other finer points were debated: get her drunk or stoned first? No, this was a momentous occasion and Harvey wanted her to remember it. Ram into her like a bull and have her squeal or ease in real slow and let her moan her way through it? Harvey pondered this profound conundrum. In reality he had no experience with virgins but he was not going to let his brothers know that. He listened to the pros and cons of both sides and nodded sagely; finally, he pronounced his verdict: Ram in, show her who’s boss, then spend the rest of the night breaking her in.

Larry, through all this, was lost in his own thoughts; wrong, wrong, wrong, he concluded. He pictured slowly undressing Linda, her shy reluctance at first. He imagined the way she’d be startled and pleased when he started sucking on those delicious mounds and the way she’d squirm when he pulled off her jeans. His finger crooked, imagining itself sinking into the sweet soft lips of her pussy; his ears could hear her soft worshipful moans. He decided to do it missionary position the first time; he wanted to look into those big brown eyes, watch them brim up with tears as his cock pressed against her gate. He’d gently stroke away the tears, murmur encouragement and then start in: slowly, so slowly; this would be an historic moment and it should not be rushed and he wanted to savor every inch of the journey deep into her virgin snatch.

“Well Larry?”

“Huh?” He snapped out of his daydream.

“What do you say?”

“What ever you say, Harv.”

“I thought you’d be more pleased; you’re kind of quiet.”

“Well, yeah, it’s a big deal.”

All the frat brothers laughed, congratulating him; apparently he was going in the van to Chicago, but it would be Harvey boning Linda while he got the skanky Eloise.

Fate has a way of taking a hand in the lives of the both the great and the humble. Harvey’s mood improved greatly at the prospect of deflowering the delectable ingénue in his van and did all the negotiations himself, finally convincing the innocent girl to make the trip. He complained to Larry because he realized he was going to have to find some actual inner city kids to tutor doing their stay at the Mansion but he’d delegate that job to Larry anyway. The night before the trip he had Larry pick up the van to gas it up and load in the supplies; Harvey had some other business to attend to. He gave Larry a lewd wink and sent him on his way.

After doing all the chores on the list Larry pulled back up to the frat house and there was a police car parked in front with lights flashing, an ambulance, and two cars in the driveway with the rear car smashed into the end of other one.

Larry pulled over a few yards away and talked to a neighbor watching the scene.

“Oh man, it’s a mess. Harvey was in that car and getting a blow job from Eloise; then his old girl friend pulled up and rear-ended them. That poor guy.”

Larry saw Debbie Brink being pushed into the police car; she was in handcuffs. Eloise was sitting on the curb and a paramedic was patting her back as if getting her to cough something up. Harvey, passed out on a stretcher, was being loaded into the ambulance. “What the fuck happened?”

“What do you think, man? She bit off his dick and swallowed it.”

Larry had taken a philosophy course and he knew something about ethical dilemmas; on the one hand, Harvey was in the hospital and could use his support. On the other hand, he, Larry, was in a van, fully gassed, with beer, food, a quarter pound of weed, and he was supposed to pick up a beautiful eighteen-year-old virgin to drive her to a party at the Pl@yb0y Mansion in Chicago. What to do? What to do? Well, there wasn’t much of a choice really; he didn’t have Linda’s number or address. He sighed and adjusted the mirror so he could pull out of the parking space and a white piece of paper fluttered down from behind the sun-visor. Fate has a way of taking a hand.

They had been driving straight into the sun for the last hour when they passed a sign: Welcome to Cairo, Ohio Pop. 566. Larry silently slowed down and looked around as they cruised down Main Street. They had made good time after eight hours on the road and it was time for a break and, more important, Operation Cherry Pop.

There wasn’t much of a town at all, one little diner near the post office and a few houses fit for Leave it to Beaver, but he drove on past all that and came to Church Street where he made a left.

His original plan was to find a park or something quiet and secluded but this town was too small for that. In a matter of minutes Church Street ended in a stand of trees and a field with a big farmhouse about one fifty feet to the southeast. He stopped the van and Linda looked around, taking in the solitude, and then turned to Larry.

“Are you going to turn the van around and go back to that diner? That looked like the only place.”

Larry, for once feeling unconfident, kept his hands on the steering wheel. His eyes were fixed on the big farmhouse and the red glow of sunlight reflected in the windows. “Linda. We got to talk serious.”

“Seriously.”

“Yeah, that.” He paused.

“Yes?” Linda said finally, patiently. She leaned against the passenger door enjoying the quiet after all that road noise.

“Well, it’s like this. The Cocksmen have like a reputation to uphold and all.” He paused.

“Yes?” She nodded kindly.

“And well, usually we take EZ sisters on this trip, you know?”

“I know; it’s a great honor that you picked me. I’m going to work hard to be worthy.”

“That’s right. See we got these traditions, you know? I mean the EZ sisters, get it?”

“I keep wondering about that. Isn’t it Epsilon Zeta? I mean, EZ? It sounds like, you know, easy.”

“Yeah, that’s right; you got it.” He almost sounded relieved.

Linda was uncertain now. “I got what?”

Larry sighed. He started over. “You see, fraternities and sororities are all about traditions and stuff. And this trip has a lot of traditions and rituals and all.” He paused, then pushed on, “I mean the EZs are practically honorary Cocksmen, you get it?”

“Oh I want to be honorary too,” she enthused.

“Yeah, and the traditions are like important.”

“I respect the traditions.”

“Great, so you see, the like main tradition for this trip and all, ‘cause you know it’s the Cocksmen and the EZs, right?”

“Um, right… what are you saying?”

“I’m saying, I gotta do you. You gotta put out. Now. Before we go any further.”

“You have to do me? I have to put out? Are you kidding me?” Linda felt indignation fomenting, swirling into a serious rage.

At this point, there were a thousand things Larry could have said that would have led him into a situation where he was kneed in the balls, but by accident he said the one thing that would jolt her instead.

“You’re a cocktease.”

Linda sat upright in her seat, still keeping plenty of distance between herself and Larry. ‘Cocktease’ was an epithet that burned her, something whispered unpleasantly through the corridors of her school. It burned her then and it burned her now, especially since she wanted to start a new life. She looked at Larry; he wasn’t bad looking and he was sacrificing his free time for the inner cities of Chicago. All her girl friends warned her about going to college as a virgin; they encouraged her to take care of that ASAP. She glanced in the mirror and studied the bright orange shag run covering the interior from top to bottom. The aroma of stale beer and pot that had offended her when she had first climbed in was offending again. Really, no way, really.

“I don’t want to be a cocktease,” she said solemnly, folding her hands in her lap.

“Yeah, well, you know, there it is.” He affected an equally solemn expression but then decided a forlorn hurt puppy look might work better. “You had so much potential. We really wanted to make you honorary and all but we can’t unless…”

The ‘unless’ hung in the air between them.

Once more she tried, “I don’t want to be a cocktease.”

He sat in silence, hurt. The sun was glowing red in the interior of the van. The trees around them were warming to the diminishing light, leaves rustling in the breeze. The farmhouse was bathed in the setting sunlight.

“I don’t want to be a cocktease,” she said one last time and she tentatively placed her hand on his seat, barely touching him.

Once again Larry calculated, but he was also feeling a warmth for this pretty, sincere girl. She was nice; there was no other word for it and he didn’t want to hurt her feeling. But for sure, he wanted to pop her cherry; that was job one. But how to do it? He tried something he had never tried before; he shifted slightly to the left, putting a tiny bit of distance between him and her hand. “And I really liked you too,” he said in his most despondent tone.

Darkness comes fast on the plain and the glowing light was fading quickly. The farmhouse was a faraway dark hulking mass and the trees were black towers surrounding them. The entire planet was silent, watching the couple in the van.

Another endless minute ticked by. Linda sighed, watching the growing darkness; she gently extended her fingers until the tips touched his shoulder. “We could go in the back and make ourselves more comfortable.”

Larry’s fingers tapped the steering wheel like he was sending urgent Morse code back to his fraternity brothers.

Linda waited. The pressure became unbearable. “Do you want to?”

Silence. Make her ask for it.

Finally, “We could get real comfortable in the back.”

Jackpot.

Larry twisted his body, draped his legs over the console, and slid over the vinyl and into the back. He got on his knees and helped Linda climb over; the skin on her bare arms was deliciously warm. The orange shag, a dark burnt hue in the fading light, felt squishy under her bottom as she sat but he was already reaching behind her and unhooking some latches and dropping the bed down from the wall.

The sheets were white with a black polka dots of a dozens different sizes; against the orange shag the sheets looked psychedelic like the Sea of Holes in the Yellow Submarine. Several large throw pillows, with the pattern reversed, white dots on black, toppled out next.

Larry pushed a button on the console and a tiny light lowered from the ceiling, a spinning ball casting dim rainbow beams around the interior. A heavy soul baseline thudded out of the speakers along with slow sensual strings.

Linda shrugged at the absurdity but appreciated the effort. She scooted over to the bed, claiming the far end for herself and surrounding herself with most of the throw pillows. Larry followed, keeping cool. Let her come to him; he had all night. He got himself comfortable, sitting cross-legged and facing her. “So,” he said expectantly.

“So,” she responded with some hesitance. “Here we are.”

“Yup, here we are.”

“In Cairo, Ohio,” she said.

“Population five hundred sixty something.” He was thinking that they’ll change the sign to read: Cairo, Ohio where Linda Forsythe lost her cherry.

“Five hundred sixty-six.”

“Huh?”

“The population of Cairo, Ohio; it’s kind of like a poem.”

“OK.” What he was thinking was that ‘six’ sounded lie ‘sex’ and he wanted to get to it. Instead he said, “What now?”

She seemed to consider as she cocked an ear towards the sensuous music; the colored lights gliding around the room were kind of pleasant too. “We could kiss a little bit?”

Hell yeah! “If you want to,” is what he said.

She didn’t move and he didn’t have the patience to wait so he lifted himself and swung his rear closer.

The pillows were still between them so he leaned over the pile and kissed her lightly on the lips. She smiled into the kiss, just lips touching but her lips were soft and warm and they tingled with the touch of his.

They tried this for a couple minutes and he stayed patient, not reaching out to hold her, letting her get into it slowly. Indeed her arms raised and touched the back of his head. He let his tongue slip out and caress over her lips, nice and easy. Her lips were delicious though and he wanted more. Patience, patience. And there it was; the tip of her tongue met his, a few moments of fleeting teasing touches, then more intense contact. Her lips parted and his tongue glided over her teeth. She was rocking, anchoring herself by holding his head; he allowed himself to hold her waist.

The kissing accelerated; her tongue slipped into his mouth and she was leaning into him and he was nudging away the pillows. Was he going to start fondling her? As if answering the question her tongue spiraled deep into his mouth. Yes, it was fondling time.

Her breasts were glorious handfuls, soft and round, warm and alive with the rise and fall of her breathing. She didn’t pull away. In fact, she leaned in closer. No pillows between them now, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. His hand dropped to her belly and started to tug on the top. Ding. The round was over as Linda broke away and moved to the corner of the bed pulling pillows along with her.

Damn, she looked fine in the colored lights, her body swaying to soul music, her hair disheveled sexily, her eyes blazing. Instead of reprimanding him for going too far she breathed out huskily, “That was nice.”

Sure, nice; he’d take that. He flipped open the cooler and popped open a beer; handing it to her, he watched carefully to gage her reaction: if she took it that was good; if she took a nice long pull that was better. She gulped down a nice long swallow. He was in.

He watched her, silently savoring his own beer and plotting the best way to get her bra unhooked. “That was real nice,” she added. And the night is young, he thought.

He let her work out what to say next; the pillows were sinking down, falling away as she leaned forward, still enjoying her beer.

Finally: “I know a kissing game.” He said it flat, no drama.

“Oh yeah?” She arched a brow, as if daring him.

“Yeah, but it’s not for you. You wouldn’t like it.”

“Come on,” she giggled, “Who’s the tease now?”

“I don’t know.”

She hit him with a pillow, lowering her defenses. “Stop teasing! I can play, I promise, whatever it is, I can do it.”

“OK,” he said reluctantly. He pushed the rest of the pillows out of her reach and he pulled her closer to him, arranging it so they were kneeling on the bed, facing each other.

“So here’s the rules. We kiss, right, but no touching.”

“I can do that,” she squealed with delight. She was leaning in already, hungry for it.

“Wait,” he said, pulling his head back. “There’s more.”

“OK,” she said, grinning happily.

“We kiss, a wild and passionate as we can make it, but no touching. But here’s the deal. When one of us breaks it or pulls away, or touches the other person. The other person gets to take an article clothing off the loser.”

Linda’s amusement back-pedaled to anxiety. Larry just kept going though, knowing his prey. “I knew you couldn’t handle it.”

“No, I can,” she insisted, but less animated. She knelt, held herself upright, weaved her fingers together behind her back, closed her eyes and waited for his kiss.

He accommodated her.

They took a minute to find a groove, swaying awkwardly but once they established their center of gravity, the kiss quickly devolved into a sloppy, wet, teeth-clacking, tongue writhing orgy; their necks craned and twisted and their bodies rocked in every direction. Linda’s mouth was perfection and she poured her eager innocence into him and the wriggling of her body augured well for the drilling action he had in store for her.

He broke the kiss on purpose, putting out his arm as if reaching for balance. Linda laughed with glee but then realized what her victory had bought her. “I guess you choose what I take off, right?” she said soberly.

“Oh no, you pick.”

Linda paused. Simple, she’d take off his shoes. But then she realized that she was barefoot; she tried to inventory both their wardrobes at once and she gulped. Then she realized that he would soon be choosing what he was going to take off of her. She gulped again.

“Are you playing or not,” he insisted.

Linda bent down, stretched behind him and unlaced his sneakers and popped them off quickly.

When she pulled herself upright she saw his grin and didn’t like it at all.

Round two: the same sloppiness but this time there was an urgency; Linda was playing to win and she wasn’t letting her arousal throw off her balance. Larry realized the game was on and, while he was relishing her succulence and the vibrant action of her tongue, he, too, had to make sure that he didn’t fall down. Then he realized, Why the hell not?

She gave him a look, as if accusing him of throwing the round, then made short work of removing his socks.

Round three: She began to gather herself piece by piece, beginning at her feet, which she set a little further apart on the bedspread, and ending with her hair, which she brushed away from her face as if to show off her newly acquired resolve. She looked at him fiercely as she pushed her hair behind her ears, tested her balance on her knees, then went right to it. Like an aggressive chess master, she opened strong, forcing him back even though she was considerably shorter; twisting and writhing her tongue she probed for his weaknesses. Two minutes, three minutes, would they make it to five? No, he was down, legitimately down.

She whooped with victory and as he righted himself he grinned for her, and for himself too. They both realized at once: pants or shirt, which was it going to be.

Linda reached out and held his waist. For a second Larry thought she was actually going to go for the pants but she began to pull the shirt out of his waistband. She unbuttoned it quickly and because he wore nothing underneath she was now kneeling on a bed with a shirtless man, a man who eventually going to start taking off her clothes. And Larry was thinking some steps further down: the man who was going to take her precious virginity away from her.

Round four: Slow and controlled. Still deliciously sweet kisses from Linda (she was incapable of anything less) but it was all unhurried and sensuous. They writhed and gyrated in slow motion; every so often her breasts would brush against his bare chest and she felt her nipples swell under the bra but worse was when her belly lightly touched his erection. She almost lost her balance the first time, but went at the kissing with renewed fervor; her tongue promising the great fuck that was coming all too soon.

Or not soon enough as far as Larry was concerned; he wanted, more than anything for this damn game to be over so he could wrap his arms around her, suck on those succulent breasts and start pumping his cock into her. But he too was enjoying the electric sensations of their wet wriggling tongues. Even in this fourth round, they were finding new ways to dance and tease and Linda’s body was quivering with an arousal that equaled what he revealed with his erection.

It was shortness of breath that made Linda finally snap her head back; she gasped once for air and then again when she saw his face. Terror flashed in her eyes: if he took the shirt, she’d still have the bra, but if he took her pants…

“I want the bra.” His voice was actually cold. She glared at him as his hands pressed her hips then slipped under her shirt, caressing over her belly. He cupped her breasts and she almost snarled, but then he traced the straps to the hooks behind and worked them open, taking his time, enjoying holding her trembling body close to his, enjoying the furious look on her face.

Hooks undone, he pulled the cups away from her nipples and caressed her flesh again. Linda had to cooperate to get the bra straps off her arms, pulling her hands into the sleeves and wriggling the elastic free. Finally he pulled the bra down and then out from under her shirt and twirled it in victory. Then, abruptly she kissed him, full on, holding his head, her tongue slathering his face and ears. They fell onto the bed and rolled over each other, limbs and hands thrashing. Linda’s shirt was quickly torn to shreds; she squeezed his ass through his pants and even rubbed over his erection with a trembling palm but she was still too shy to fool with his belt and zipper. But Larry took care of that himself. Even as he engulfed her puffy nipple into his mouth he rapidly shucked his pants off; she stayed his hand modestly when he went for his briefs and she kept their bodies in too much chaotic motion for him to manage to work on her jeans.

The writhing took them onto the orange shag; they bumped into the wall and rolled back onto the bed; her hands were everywhere now, in his hair, holding his face, caressing his shoulders and back, scratching the muscles of his chest and belly, squeezing him, stroking his hips and, yes, even daring to brush quivering fingers over the beast that soon would be having her. She threw her shoulders back and jutted her breasts into him, lifting one, then other, to his greedy mouth, pulling his hands from below her belt and putting them on her chest. Finally he had her on the bed and pinned into the corner. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and cocked her head to her side and kissed him deeply, sincerely, submissively; she caressed his shoulder with one hand and pulled his head onto her nipple with the other and he dove in eagerly. She bent her head back, savoring the tingle of her soft flesh sucked up into his voracious mouth and her arms and fingers danced over his back as her head rocked back and forth. She pulled his hair, lifted his head and kissed his cheek sweetly. He put an arm around her shoulder, kissed her mouth, licked down her throat, and then started in on the other nipple; at he same time he pushed his arm between her legs and under one knee and then reached up and squeezed her breast as he nibbled, taunted, and sucked the magnificent nipple. As she writhed, she was rubbing her pussy over his upper arm; her arms were scrambling over his back and shoulders, his face, every inch of him she could reach except that one dangerous spot. Sated for the moment with her nipples he covered her mouth with his and kissed her deeply, taking total command. His arm was still between her legs and he moved his hand from her breast to around her shoulder, essentially locking her body in place.

Then his other hand started on her pants. She squealed and moaned protests into his mouth but her wriggling only tightened his grip. The belt came undone, then the button, and as he undid the zipper he was surprised; like a guy at strip surprised by the stripper who peels everything right in from him, Larry was surprised to discover she wasn’t wearing and panties.

He got the jeans open and tried to work his hand over her snatch but the touch of finger to pussy jolted her with adrenaline and she managed to push him off.

Larry fell back onto his palms; she wormed herself deeper into the corner, wrapping her arms around her legs and resting her chin on her knees. They were both panting, both contemplating the next move. The colored light danced over the walls and floor and seemed to favor red for danger.

OK, everybody who thinks Larry is going to ball Linda Forsythe raise your hand; look around, Linda, every hand on the planet is raised.

Linda herself sensed the inevitable. She struggled to control her shallow, panicked breathing; she gazed at him with a mixture of indignation and submission. She wouldn’t dare let him touch her and she was throbbing for his touch.

Larry was wired too; he too was searching for some breath control, trying to calm himself, but he was feeling on top of the world too. Hell, the entire world just voted that he should bone Linda tonight. He could take his time, play the long game. Be Mister Cool.

“You’re a pretty girl, Linda.” And she was; she was damn cute and her body was so fuckable. He loved the taste of her nipples in his mouth and he wanted some more of that; he loved the shy way her fingers brushed over his cock and he definitely wanted some more of that. And the tip of his own finger still tingled from the brief contact with her pussy and his cock was yearning for some of that action. But cool now, Mister Cool. “You’re so pretty.”

Linda scrunched up her face like a sixth grader expressing distain for boys. She was clearly relaxing a bit. He pushed it up a notch. “You know sometimes Mr. Hefner, the boss of Pl@yb0y? He picks the Pl@ym@t3s from the girls the Cocksmen bring to this party. I bet he’d pick you if he saw you; you’re so pretty.”

She rolled her eyes. She had no idea who Mr. Hefner was but she saw a stash of Pl@yb0ys at a girlfriend’s house; they belonged to her dad. Linda remembered giggling over the pictures but secretly thinking how glamorous the girls looked even without their clothes.

“I just want to be nice to you,” Larry continued, “’Cause you’re so nice and so pretty.” He was watching her carefully and gaging every reaction and he decided to test how far to go. “So pretty, and so sexy.”

Linda scowled but she was visibly relaxing; she had lifted her chin off her knees, her shoulders were back and more of those luscious breasts were coming into view. “I’m not a cocktease,” she insisted, circling back to where they started.

But everything was different. She was topless; her pants were wide open. He had kissed her madly, licked her skin, suckled on her glorious breasts, almost fingered her virgin snatch. Definitely a new game.

“I’m not a cocktease,” she repeated, almost demanding a reaction.

“No, of course not, we’re just being nice to each other. I really like you and want you to be happy.” Her feet were sliding out, her arms relaxing their grip on her legs; her breasts were rising into view and he could almost see the entire surface of her areolas and nipples. “Tell you what, you’re kind of tense. Let me give you a massage.”

She looked at him with goggling eyes, as if he had just suggested they defect to Russia, but it was a bemused, comic face. She was relaxing even more.

"No,I’m serious, Linda. I'll give you a back rub." He smiled at her nervous expression.

“You’re kidding,” she spat out, trying for Jersey girl tough but sounding like an innocent ingénue.

"Take it easy, it's just a massage, I promise," Larry told her earnestly.

Her arms dropped to her sides with her palms facing out, like a supplicant (a word Larry learned in an art history class.) She stayed in her corner though.

“Just lay face down. It will be nice.” He averted his eyes as if to save her modesty.

Linda gulped, but did as he said. Face down, her arms at her sides, she looked like a virgin sacrifice on an altar but Larry resolved to control himself. Her body stiffened when he kneeled next to her; she’d never been in any intimate setting with a man, and her fear was rising once again. However, Larry acted very professionally, and as his hands worked their magic on her back, she started to unwind. She even started to doze off a little, having had hardly any sleep. She didn't object when Larry pushed the jeans down until her ass was barely covered.

She purred contentedly and he got a little bolder. “I’m gonna pull your pants off. Just for a minute. They’ll be right here. I just want to get deep in the muscles.” He was already doing it before she had time to object. And, because she was face down, she couldn’t see the way he was ogling her fine ass as he massaged her back.

Larry spent a lot of time on non-threatening parts, before eventually moving up her thighs. He admired Linda's beautiful body, and started to imagine fucking her in a dozen different ways. He was gentle and he took his time and she drifted into a dreamy stillness. His hands worked in a languorous rhythm as he gently edged towards her groin.

Linda awoke, tensing immediately. Larry paused and crouched down beside her head.

"It's OK, sweetie. Just a massage, but I'll be massaging you everywhere -- and I mean everywhere. Just enjoy it."

Larry waited for an answer, but Linda was silent. He continued, moving to her juicy rear and pressed deeply and sensuously on her tight muscles. She groaned with pleasure; he kneaded the pliant flesh, his fingers appreciatively worshiping her virgin sexuality as she rocked softly with his touch. Then he moved to her shoulders and spent plenty of time on them, working fervently until Linda was once again relaxed. He gave her a pat.

"Turn over, let me do your front." All business, no innuendo about the delicious view of her creamy breasts that he was hoping for.

Linda seemed to ponder for a moment and he worried about breaking the mood, but really she was just trying to muster the energy to move and she finally, with an elusive sigh, turned over, but kept a pillow clutched to her. Larry smiled.

"Now how can I massage you, if you do that?" he teased. He gently took the pillow away from her, and Linda allowed it reluctantly. She was of two minds about her massage -- it was very pleasant, but she was unsure about the intimacy of the areas Larry was massaging!

Larry started on Linda's feet this time, studying every reaction on her face, working diligently until she was obviously enjoying it. The pleasure rising in her caused her breathing to quicken and the sight of her breasts heaving and swaying was a delicious reward. Then he moved up her calves and thighs; every inch he claimed began with her tensing, then gradually calming as his fingers soothed her nerves with pressure. He worked systematically and he really did know how to do massage and he kept his focus until eventually he moved her legs apart and started on her groin, occasionally and casually drifting his fingers against her the soft pedals of her virginity as he did so. Every time, Linda tensed. But he gently eased her into accepting this mild touch and once that domain was conquered he and continued up her body and finally started on her breasts. He found himself getting unbearably stirred by her lush curves. Linda purred, seemingly unaware of his arousal and he continued, moving to her neck for a while before coming back to her breasts. As he stroked them with one hand, he groaned and pushed off his briefs with the other, revealing his large erection. Linda gasped and couldn't look away. Larry watched her closely.

"Your beautiful body has made that happen," he told her with a smile. His smile faded as he saw Linda's eyes fill with fear. He took her chin and made her look at him.

"You don't need to be scared, Linda. This will never hurt you, I promise."

Linda looked away.

"I really don't see how that's possible," she said stiffly. Larry filed away that comment for later, and picked up his pace. He was pleased to feel Linda relax again once he kept away from her breasts and groin.

Linda purred once more, her eyes closed. “This is so nice.”

She seemed to be sleeping. He paused and contemplated those luscious breasts and the bright brown curls of her snatch.

He waited silently for a while then lay beside her and got back to work on her body, rubbing her breasts and her belly. He quickly realized that Linda was now willing and ready. He sat her up and nuzzled into her hair. Tickling a nipple, he smiled at Linda's shiver of anticipation.

"Ready, sweetie?" He asked her huskily. Linda nodded, jerking her head up and down twice. Just as well, Larry thought. He wasn't stopping this time; he would be in her soon. His cock was like a rock, and he pushed against her stomach so she could feel him.

Placing soft kisses down her throat, Larry worked his way to Linda's breast. He kissed it reverently. He tongued the nipple for a moment, then pulled it into his mouth and suckled tightly, causing Linda to gasp. He sucked greedily, moving from breast to breast as if unable to decide which was more delicious. Her hands wandered over his back, scratching and caressing, urging him on. She felt tingles in her body where she never knew there could be tingles.

He finally held his head up and she leaned back, dangling from his neck, her long hair streaming down her naked back, her naked breasts glistening from his kisses, her belly fluttering nervously, and her sweet glorious honey-pot glowing with desire.

He ogled her covetously. “They’re gonna make you a Pl@ym@t3 for sure,” he gloated; and he meant it.

She giggled, little girl sexy. Thankfully, she no longer minded his eyes on her body. “You really think so?” Her voice almost quivered with pride.

"Beautiful." Larry stated calmly. He feasted his eyes on her, and followed with his hands. Linda was already well used to Larry massaging her, but this was so much hotter, as he was intent on arousing her into a state where she would be begging him to fuck her. And it was working. Linda couldn't keep still, crazed with the feelings pulsing through her nerves, she writhed and wriggled under his touch. She wanted his hands on her, and moaned loudly in disappointment as he moved away from her breasts.

Larry worked his way down Linda's pliant body. When he reached her legs he grasped a knee and pulled it up without hesitation.

"Open for me, baby," he told her, pushing the knee sideways to expose Linda's pussy. Larry kicked her other leg wider, then gently delved into her tantalizing folds under the dark curls of her soft sex. He was pleased to feel the moist warmth there, and moaned in appreciation.

"You're drenched, Linda. Gorgeous. Does that feel good, baby?"

"Yes," Linda breathed. She felt wanton, legs spread wide, head back, panting in an intense arousal she had never felt before. She could almost feel her body opening for Larry in readiness for his penetration.

But Larry wanted to get her even wetter, to be absolutely sure he wouldn't hurt her as he filled her. His head moved lower, kissing her navel and stomach, then moved to her core. He lifted her thighs and slipped his hands under her bottom, holding it firmly. Then he took a long look at her creamy folds; they were practically dripping with her virgin honey.

Linda gasped and shut her eyes as Larry's tongue drew a path along her pussy, and then flicked at her clit. The sensations were inconceivably glorious as his talented mouth sucked and licked her with a gentle but intense rhythm that had her writhing under his hold. Again and again he laved her, then penetrated her and licked inside. As he returned to tantalize her clit, Linda felt a strange sensation: scorching, gushing, an escalating gale driving her libido to a cliff. When Larry got a firm hold of her nub and suckled it, Linda let out a cry and violently pushed Larry's head away, and sat up.

"What's wrong, angel?" Larry asked her. "You were enjoying that -- why did you stop me?"

"I ... I'm not sure, it felt funny, I was so hot. I think something was wrong ..." Linda couldn't explain her feelings.

Larry chuckled and came up her body to lie against her.

"You were on the edge of an orgasm, sweetie," he explained to her. "Next time, don't fight it, just let go, relax and let it happen. It will feel great. I've got you, don't worry."

His calm, loving words made Linda feel better. She looked at Larry's erection, huge, hot and heavy against her leg. She still couldn't see how that would fit inside her without pain. Larry noticed her look.

"Linda, it will be ok, I promise," he said teasingly.

Linda sniggered a little and looked at him innocently. She nodded, and bravely reached out to touch Larry's cock, which twitched in approval.

"Mmmm, that feels great, baby." Larry moaned. Linda gained confidence and wrapped her fingers over it, feeling the strength. “This is going to be inside me,” she said to herself, almost disbelieving, but tingling just the same. Larry watched her tiny hand gently stroke his cock. “When you do it; is it OK if I cry?” she asked meekly.

“Everything is gonna be fine,” he whispered. Her eyes were already shimmering in the colored lights. He gently pried her fingers from their loving work. She knew what was coming and she trembled, shook her head, and began panting, “Oh, oh, oh.”

Larry took control once more, pinning Linda's arms above her head and moving his body over hers. He kneed her legs open, and she complied submissively, her body still quaking with dread. Her little ‘ohs’ of protestation were now just soft little whimpers as her lips and her breasts quivered. Larry poised at her entrance, his cock just touching her. This touch sparked a brief defiant thrashing from the captive girl but he held her fast. “Just a little more, baby,” he growled and nudged the very tip to the slight opening of her flower. He spent some time pushing up and down her folds, teasing her clit, until Linda was panting and writhing under him. When he felt another gush of nectar, he pushed firmly at her tight core.

Even with tears streaming down her cheeks, Linda was loving it; all thoughts of pain had left her as she surrendered completely to pressure of the massive shaft pressing into her. She held her legs wide and lifted her hips, offering herself to Larry in abandon. As she felt him pressing against her, she almost cried with yearning agony.

"Yes, Larry, please ..." she said, her body loose and open, nectar flowing steadily.

Larry needed no further invitation. He entered her a little more, then paused to allow her time. She was so tight; he felt a nearly cosmic pressure inside her and she felt a massive earthquake creating mountains inside her and it was a struggle to wait. He was desperate to plunge into her, but had to keep control over himself. He slid another inch, and checked in with Linda.

"Ok, honey?" He asked her.

Linda answered by curling her legs around his hips and pulling him closer. Larry resisted a little, still going slowly, but pressed forward until he felt that delicious barrier. The tiny girl tensed, sensing what was coming; she tried to pull her arms free but he kept them pinioned above her head. “You’re so pretty, Linda, so sexy.” He rocked his hips as if building momentum in a battering ram and he watched her creamy breasts sway as she struggled. She was panting, then sobbing out his name, “Oh Larry.”

He grinned. ”This is it,” he declared as if passing sentence and thrust in sharply. The tight heat was glorious; the electric panic as her body jolted in agony was awe-inspiring. Linda cried out in pleasure and struggled to release her hands, which Larry was still clasping above her head. He leaned down on her, rotating his hips, measuring her depths for the onslaught to come. Her cry became a meek gasp of victory. “I’m not a virgin any more.”

With that declaration of surrender he freed her, and she put her arms around his shoulders to urge him on. Larry withdrew a little, then re-entered, eliciting another gasp from Linda. She started to move with him and found a sexy hungry rhythm. Larry felt her confidence increase, and stepped up the pace. He was deep within her, balls nestling in her bush each time he thrust forwards. Larry didn't want this first time to be a long drawn out session, as he knew Linda would get sore, so he reared away from her body and reached between them to finger her clit. It was large, engorged, and very sensitive. Linda's cries came louder and closer together. Larry increased his thrusts still further, and felt his own climax approach.

"Jesus, Linda, you're so fucking tight," he ground out, and flicked her clit rapidly with his thumb.

Linda convulsed under him, bucking her hips and clenching around his cock. His release lashed through him and he shot into her, pulling her hips to him as he jerked against her. He quickly regained control, and held Linda tight as he came in one roaring gush after another. Her climax roared back at him and they rattled and shock for a long time, until, regaining his breath he stroked her face, calming her down, praising her warmly.

"Good girl, good girl. Wasn't that nice? You were amazing, baby, that felt wonderful for me, you're a natural, sweetheart," he murmured. She shuddered a few more times,then lay back, totally spent.

Larry withdrew and turned Linda over so they were spooning comfortably. He fondled her breasts, still whispering compliments and praise into her ear.

Linda sighed in total satisfied bliss. After laying like that for a few moments, she turned to face Larry.

"Thank you," she said seriously.

Larry chuckled.

"No, sweetie, thank YOU," he told her kindly. "You were magnificent."

"No, I mean thank you for being so patient with me, and making this such a fantastic experience for me. I really never thought I'd do this, but you made it so easy. Thank you." Linda's eyes teared up a little.

Larry just pulled her close to him and hugged her warmly.

Suddenly Linda sprang up. “Wow, am I hungry!”

They quickly agreed that the diner was undoubtedly closed and they assumed that with a population of 566 there were not going to be many restaurants around. Linda’s hunger, though, was making her bossy and Larry scurried around the van, gathering potato chips, some Slim Jims and candy bars, all washed down with beer and a jug of water.

Linda learned to pee outside in the dark and when she returned she was still bossy, demanding more sex for dessert. Larry was exhausted by her insatiable appetite and was relieved when Linda drifted off to sleep finally, and slept soundly all night.

In the morning, after Linda had his cock inside her for about an hour at her own insistence, they brought the van around to the diner. Larry looked exactly like what he was, a guy who drove all day and spent the night fucking, then sleeping in a van. Linda looked fresh and vivacious and charmed everybody in the diner.

The trip from Cairo, Ohio to Chicago should have taken about five or six hours but it took them about ten because, of course, Linda needed a lot of rest stops which consisted of pulling over, scrambling into the back, and Larry fucking Linda in an infinitely varied number of positions.

When they made it to the Mansion Linda insisted that Larry leave her off at the door while he found someplace to park the van. He never saw her again.

She rang the bell that read Si non oscillas, noli tintinnare and she giggle because, always a good student, she knew what it meant. The door swung open and she eagerly joined the party.

She spent the week in Chicago and she did spend most of her days in public libraries reading stories to inner city children; she even convinced several Pl@ym@t3s to join her, and she got Mr. Hefner to donate $3,000 dollars to buy books for the libraries.

But back to that first party: It took Hefner about an hour to spot the sparkly lively girl who was quickly becoming the center of the party with an army of Cocksmen surrounding her. He had her summoned to his office. Linda sat down in a chair in front of his desk and she exuded a luscious mixture of charm, innocence, and sexuality. Ten minutes later she was agreeing to do test shots for Pl@ym@t3. With that out of the way, Hefner leaned back in his chair and smiled at the sweet girl. She was coyly provocatively sucking on a straw in a Pepsi bottle. “So how do you like the Mansion he asked benignly. Her eyes sparkled in reply. He gestured to a door. “Would you like a tour? My bedroom is right there.”

Linda made a show of noisily sucking up the last of the Pepsi. She primly placed the bottle on his desk, careful to use a coaster, then she rose, smiling broadly and she led him to the bedroom. The room held a 100-inch-diameter circular bed and over the week Linda’s lovely nude body writhed in ecstasy over every inch of it.

Oh, I said Larry never her saw her again, but that’s not quite true; nineteen months after he deflowered the luscious Linda Forsythe in Cairo, Ohio Larry was back on the Jersey City State College campus freezing his ass off in about a foot of January snow. Harvey, walking bowlegged after the incident, came up to him.

“Look at this,” he scowled and presented the February issue of Pl@yb0y, which had just hit the stands.

In Linda Forsythe's centerfold she is in a studio standing among brightly-painted vertical boards, standing there for no particular reason except to display her glorious curves and the amazing shape and lift of her creamy breasts and the soft invitation of her puffy nipples. A perfect pin-up picture. The bright, warm colors of the boards and the paisley panties blend perfectly with Linda's flawless skin. But it’s Linda's radiate smile that gives this picture the highest Pin-up appeal; her smile is innocent and pure, fresh as a breeze, and sexy as hell. Her eyes glow with kindness and warmth; yes, she loves children and wants to dedicate her life to helping them, but there’s a sparkle there and signals that she is a heavenly Pl@ym@t3 to share your bed.

Larry smiled; she looked great and everything he predicted for her came true and he resolved to fix that sign if he drove to Chicago this summer: Cairo, Ohio where Linda Forsythe, Miss February 1970, lost her cherry.

[juan1234]

Thelma was in her forties. She had met the 20 year old Lane and he was good with her kids. She had widowed five years earlier. Over the past 6 months after they met he was helpful around the house. He was young and fit. They were talking at the kitchen table. She was getting hot, and excused herself to go change. She came back wearing a robe, and undergarments underneath. She sat right back on the butcher block in the middle of the kitchen. He could notice her cleavage, and bare copper-toned legs. They sipped their wine as their eyes met. She asked him is he liked what she saw. He said she was very attractive. With that, she grabbed his hand and put it on her chest. He caressed it and then caressed her cheek, hair, and with his other hand her leg. They kissed, and he was now standing between her legs. They started making out and their bodies pressed against each other. They proceeded to make out, and next they were on the floor deep in the moment. After about five minutes she invited him up to her bedroom. When they got there, she knelt in front of him and rubbed through his pants. They she unbuckled his belt, and pulled down his pants. With her hand she caressed his package through his briefs. He was getting harder and she proceeded to remove his underwear. She took his tool in her hand and started to kiss it, and then lick it. She cupped his balls and put his penis in her mouth, taking it into her body by shear desire. She undid her robe and looked up into his eyes as she slowly clamped her lips up and down the distance of n his cock. She then removed her bra so he could see her bare breasts as she took him in. The young man in his inexperience started to buck into her mouth. She pulled back and led him down on her bed. She climbed on top and removed his shirt slowly, running her hands up and down his chest. Her breasts dragged slowly on his torso as she worked herself down on his shaft again. Her licks made him stiff, and she put her hands between her legs to push he panties to the side. She then straddled him and reaching behind her, grabbed Lane's cock and slowly worked her way down as it filled her aching pussy. It felt so good after all this time, and her strong thighs propped her body up and down giving him a beautiful view of her golden body. He kept reaching up to her, and after pushing his hands down a few times so she could have full movement, she then dismounted and walked around the bed pulling something from the closet. She brought the bag up to him, and pulled out a long climbing rope. She took it and tied his wrists and ankles to each of the four bed posts. He was silently frightened and excited by the moment. She then proceeded to gently nibble on his penis. Then she nibbled on his nipples. She was now in control, and he could not interfere with her passionate designs. Mrs Thelma began to slow the process down. She ran her hands up and down his inner thighs. She crawled up to his ear and whispered: "I am going to fuck you hard and there is nothing you can do about it." She then proceeded to gently caress his his body up and down. When she grazed his penis, she felt him shiver in a mix of fear and erotic desire. With his penis as hard as a rock, Thema finally climbed up on Lane in a reverse cowgirl and proceeded to be nasty as she wiggled herself down on to him, soaking up his cock in her dripping wet pussy. This time she started up the temp, gyrating her hips as she rhythmically rode up and down. When she felt like he was going to come, she dismounted and blew a couple of puffs of air on his cock to cool it down, following it up with a couple of licks, getting a taste of herself. With this she looked up at Lane and asked: "Do you like it that I am tasting my pussy on your cock?" Lane could only nod as he felt he was on a wild roller coaster ride. Thelma proceeded to lick his cock, up and down, tongue on the underside, with both partners were moaning. She then took the length of his shaft into her mouth, cupped his balls in her hand, and massaging his belly with the other. The tempo of her head going down began to increase. Lane started to feel the hot aching deep in his legs. Thelma only wrapped her lips tighter and sucked harder until he started to spew his come in streams into the back of her mouth. Thelma sucked the last drop, swallowed, looked up and gave him a sexy smile.

Lane was young. They fucked again in the shower, and twice on the bed, before the sun came up.

[keats]

Susie Scott looked mighty cute in the tiny black dress; the studio was in the usual buzz of production chaos with last minute adjustments to the lights but Miss May tried to look serene as she sat on a stool on the no-scene set, just an endless expanse of sky blue behind her. Her body length hair draped over one shoulder, she sat barefoot, her cute toes nervously flexing and unflexing as her feet arched up and down as she waited. The dress rode high on her thighs and her bare legs were parted but her hands were between her legs gripping the edge of the stool as she softly rocked back and forth. The strapless dress showed the graceful curves of her throat and shoulders and, under the heat of the lights, a few drops of moisture were forming in the deep cleavage shown by the low cut outfit.

All around her the crew was bustling, hustling to get everything set because the shoot was, by necessity, going to be shot with multiple cameras in one take. With the exception of a few cue cards to prompt Susie in the beginning, everything would be improvised. The set was simple and plain but some exotic ‘toys’ would be used and they had to be just right. These toys scared Susie and, while the set up for the shoot was a major production, it had taken several bottles of wine and all the publisher’s charm and persuasion to get her to agree to this shoot. She flashed back to just the night before. She was nude, sweating sweetly, her moist skin sticking to the sheen of the satin sheets on the massive round bed, her arms and legs wrapped around the publisher as he slowly and expertly moved his cock inside of her soft sweet sex. She desperately wanted him to come inside her; she needed to feel the gush of his heat filling her. But he was smoothly, gently but cruelly, taunting her, withholding the final climax as he growled his insistence that she do the shoot. “It will be exciting,” he purred into her ear, deftly guiding his throbbing cock over all her inner depths, the solid cockhead deftly plying the delicate but tight sheath as the sweet nymphet writhed in bliss.

“I’m scared,” she sobbed, her voice trembling with sexual yearning. Her nimble thighs gyrated over his deep probing cock and she tightened her grip over him.

“Yes,” he growled as his pumped rhythmically into the luscious girl, “It will be scary and exciting.” He plunged in hard and straight and she gasped in sweet agony. “You’re so beautiful and innocent. It will be perfect.”

“It’ll hurt,” she moaned, feeling her own orgasm swirling, waiting to explode with the first burst of his seed inside her. Her lithe and eager body undulated wildly with each prod of his shaft.

“Yes, it will; it will hurt and it will be glorious.” He was adamant now, “Say yes, say yes, say yes.” And he accented each syllable with another deep thrust into her sweetness.

“Yes,” she cried out and he exploded inside her and her bliss flooded over his cock as she cried with ecstasy for the moment and fear for the shoot to come. Now here she was waiting nervously for that dreaded shoot to begin.

Finally she heard the words she’d been waiting for: “Quiet on the set!” Somebody stood in front of her with a clapboard. “Roll cameras!” Susie licked her lips to moisten them. “Mark.” The clapboard snapped sharply right in front of her face and she winced; then the board was gone. “Action.”

Susie attempted a brave smile for the center camera but started to giggle timidly. “Hi,” she said breathlessly.

“What’s your name?” The voice came from behind the camera.

“Susie,” she said shyly. “My name Susie Scott.” She sat up straighter and tried to concentrate.

“Where are you from?”

“I’m from San Diego.”

“What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here?”

“Yeah, what are you doing here?”

“Um, I’m going to be, um, a playmate?” She actually preened slightly, “I’m going to be Miss May.”

“No, really? Well, I can believe it; you’re such a cute little thing.” Susie wriggled girlishly in her seat. “What are you doing here in this studio today?” the voice continued.

“Today?” She glanced at the floor as if thinking then as she lifted her head she noticed the man sitting in a lotus position near the camera. “What’s he doing?”

“What?” The director followed her gaze. “Tony? He’s meditating. Getting ready. You know what Tony’s here for; you know what he’s good at.”

Susie gulped visibly; ever since Susie had been selected for this shoot, the other playmates regularly, and in explicit detail, eagerly regaled the shy and impressionable girl with tales of Tony’s skill set. “I know what he’s good at,” she said meekly.

“What’s he good at?”

Susie gazed quietly and fretfully into the camera lens. Her eyes widened as she thought of the pain to come. She bit her lower lip and apprehensively twirled her hair.

“What’s he good at, Susie?”

She trembled a bit more. The interviewer persisted, “Is he good at torturing girls? Is he good at torturing naughty little girls?” She silently, reluctantly, nodded her head.

“I guess so.” Her voice was tense with dread and confusion.

“You guess so,” the interviewed chuckled. “Look’s like you’re going to have to find out for yourself.” He gestured vaguely to the set, but Susie didn’t dare turn to look. She sat for a moment silently imagining what was coming and she shivered if hit with an icy wind.

“The other girls told me,” she whispered finally.

“The other girls told you. That’s good.” After a pause to let her contemplate the stories she heard, the voice asked, “Well, what are you good at, Susie?”

She brightened a little. “I’m a good model. I’m going to be, you know, Miss May.”

“You’re going to be Miss May. You’re Playmate of the Month. That means you’re a sexy girl right?”

She nodded slightly. “I’m a model,” she said gently.

“That’s right. You’re a model, a very sexy model. Susie, we need to stay on task.” The young girl blushed like a schoolgirl reprimanded by her teacher. Her shyness was not lost on the crew; glances were exchanged and the anticipation in the air was palpable.

The slim but sexy nymphet looked so soft and demure that the director lightened his tone. “You’re being such a good girl, Susie. Let’s go back. What are you doing here in the studio? What are we going to shoot today?” He gestured to the cue card held by the script girl. “What does Playboy want to see from our sweet little Playmate of the Month?”

Susie gulped. She had read through it before, and it had all been explained, but still it was scary. She looked back at Tony but he was lost in meditation, his face a blank. She looked at the lens and gave a brave smile. “I’m doing spanking and bound….bond…That stuff.” Her blush was scarlet red because she hadn’t read the cue card properly. She glanced back at Tony for a reaction but none was forthcoming. She ignored the cue cards and improvised. “Yeah, um, bound and spanked and, um that thing…” Now her voice was a worried whisper, “You know…tortured and stuff?” She hesitated and looked to Tony with a sidelong glance. “And like, um…pleasured….?” Her voice trailed into a nervous giggle.

“Pleasured?” The director sensed that this would be a good scene and he went off the cue cards too.

“Yeah.” A soft incredulous murmur.

“What does that mean, pleasured?”

“You know, silly. Pleasured” Her pointing finger was in her mouth and she was nervously biting the nail as she giggled.

“No, tell me. Look at the camera and tell the people watching. What will they see?”

Susie giggled girlishly. “Well, they’ll see me get spanked ‘cause, you know, I’ve been naughty.”

“You’ve been naughty? How?”

“You know, posing all naked and stuff.” Susie was nervously twisting the hem of her dress so that without her realizing it her bush was almost visible.

“You posed naked.”

“Uh uh. For my centerfold and stuff.”

“You’re a Playmate.”

“Yes. Miss May.”

“Miss May? Maybe you should be Miss April.”

“Why?” She was swaying back and forth and her firm breasts seemed to ripen under the dress.

“Well, the poet said that April is the cruelest month.”

“Oh, is that about the stuff he’s gonna do?”

“You mean Tony? What is he going to do? What will the people watching see? You said spanking. What else?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Things, you know? I’ll be tied up and stuff. And there’s whips and these clamps?” Her voice was a lilting singsong as she nervously twirled long strands of her shimmering hair. “You know, the torture and things like that.”

“Playboy wants Tony to tie you up?”

“That’s right,” she giggled uneasily.

“And whips?”

“Um, yeah,” she mewed timidly.

“And clamps.”

“On my nipples,” she whispered in dread.

“Tony is a lucky guy, gets to do all that to you...But you said something else too.”

Susie cocked her pretty head, her brow in cute little furrows of deep thought, her golden hair streaming down like a glistening waterfall. “Pleasuring?” she said finally, biting her lip after she uttered the word.

“Yes, what does that mean?”

“Um, after he does the, um, torture stuff? Then he’s going to…like…do me. You know…” Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, “Sex.”

“Really?”

“But only if I want to,” she asserted meekly.

“So Tony’s going to torture you and then ball you?”

“Yeah. And, um, I’ll suck his—you know…his cock.” She looked over at Tony again, wishing he would say something or act like he was noticing her but he was still in his contemplative position. “But only if I want to,” she repeated, her voice a little more doubtful now.

“You like it?” the off-camera voice asked. Her attention was fixed on silent contemplation of Tony and what he was going to do to her.

“The sex, you like it?” the interviewer insisted.

“Yeah.” She didn’t seem that sure about it though.

“What do you like?”

“Um...”

“Do you like to be tied up?”

“Um…Yeah?”

“Why?”

“Why?” Her voice was meek and shy.

“Yeah, why?”

“’Cause I can’t …I can’t get away…It turns me on.” She giggled some more.

“Well, everybody’s looking forward to that. What about the whipping? What do you like about that?”

“The whipping?” Her tiny voice was whinny and thin and she smiled apprehensively, her eyes darting around the room as if seeking escape.

“You said you were going to get whipped by Tony. What do you like about getting whipped?”

Susie furrowed her brow cutely, her finger hooked on her lower lip as she gazed pleadingly into the camera lens. “I guess I like it ‘cause…um…I don’t know…I never did this before…I mean, the other girls told me I’d like it…” Her voice faded into her angst.

“I see. OK. What’s your safe word?”

“Um, bunny?”

“Bunny, OK. Are you ready to start? What are you looking forward to the most?”

“Um, the sex?” She giggled, twirling her long locks in her fingers.

“I’ll bet everybody is looking forward to that.”

She blinked her confusion.

“The whole crew would love to ball you Susie; you know that right.”

“Silly,” she giggled nervously but her eyes glowed with panic.

“Don’t worry, Susie, we’re not doing that today; you’re gonna have your hands full with Tony I’m sure.”

“I guess so,” she agreed meekly.

“So Tony’s gonna torture you, which you’ve never done before and then he’s gonna ball you. Are you excited?”

“Yeah.” Her finger dangled from her lower lip and her eyes rushed from face to face, finally fixing on a blank spot just beyond the camera lense.

“You’re a little scared about the torture.”

“Yeah.”

“But you’re excited about the sex.”

“Yeah.”

“What about the sex, Susie?” somebody else called out. Her eyes darted around, confused. “What do you like best about the sex, Susie?” the voice added.

“Um, when he comes inside me? I mean he can come on my face or, you know, my nipples? But I like it best when a man comes inside me.” Her voice trailed off shyly.

“You like when a guy comes inside you, inside your pussy.”

She nodded, eager to please.

Why do you like that?”

“’Cause it makes me all warm inside,” she said enthusiastically.

“Mmmm, I bet you have a tight pussy. Do you have a tight pussy?”

She nodded again, blinking into the camera lights.

“You’re a sweet little thing,” the voice said kindly. The little girl blushed.

The director, from behind the camera, slapped a fist against a palm, like a judge with a gavel pronouncing sentence. “OK. Let’s get started then.” Behind Susie’s stool two girls dressed in short black dresses like hers wheeled a simple metal bed into the frame. One girl escorted the cute little blonde to the bed while the other took the stool away. Although the two escorts wore masks like it was Marti Gras Susie recognized Miss April and Miss June. “April is the cruelest month,” she whispered to Christina Ferguson.

“Shhh,” Jolanda Eggers said, pressing a finger over Miss May’s mouth. “You have work to do now.” Her voice was not unsympathetic.

Susie dropped down onto the sheets in a slow hypnotic drift and spread her limbs out; slowly and carefully her wrists and ankles were tied to each corner of the bed frame. She watched as a knot was lovingly secured over her left wrist, then the right, then each ankle in turn. When the final knot was cinched Susie, made a half-hearted attempt to test the bond, pulling and wriggling meekly as she whimpered softly. The ropes seemed to embrace her slender limbs like snakes capturing delicate birds.

The sheets were a dark purple in harmony with the no-scene blue background; in the carefully balanced color scheme her limbs looked lovely and pale as the dress clung tightly to her curves. Submissive and shy, as if in a trance just like Tony, she lifted her head slightly and Miss April lovingly arranged her long blonde hair over her arm and draped it down one side; then Miss June gently pried open Susie’s lips and the tiny girl moaned as firm and insistent fingers pressed the ball gag between the sweet captive’s lips and strapped it behind before softly lowering her head to the sheet. “Be a good girl, Susie,” Miss June whispered to sooth her. Then she withdrew, leaving Susie alone in the camera frame.

Susie turned to the center camera and gazed in wide-eyed anticipation. The entire set was still, all eyes on the lovely captive alone on the bed; the profound silence blanketed her with dread. She tentatively tugged on the bonds and made soft mews into the gag. The camera in the rigging above slowly wandered over her helpless body as she tested each of the ropes.

The actor who had been meditating rose and entered the frame. While in his meditation pose, he looked placid and calm; as he rose, his face became animated and mocking. “Look who’s here. My sex slave.” His voice was foreign and exotic; he spoke with a harsh snarl. Susie moaned sweetly.

He brushed a rough palm across her cheek. “You going to make me happy today?”

She nodded frantically and groaned.

“You’re going to service my cock, all right?”

“Umm.”

“I can’t hear you.” He held her face in one hand and shook it gruffly.

“Umhum.”

He tapped her cheek in a pretend slap. “Good.” His palm caressed down her face and throat and over her body. He rubbed over the flatness of her belly. He lifted the long strands of her hair and teased the ends over her face and then down along her naked thighs. The tiny girl squirmed and moaned. He dropped the hair and fondled her thighs pushing the dress up so a few wisps of her bush showed from under the hem. He abruptly slapped her inner thigh. “Spread wider,” he demanded. Susie groaned into the gag and complied.

He fondled her breasts through the fabric. “You going to be a good girl today?” She nodded. “Yeah?” he demanded, clutching her face.

“Umhum,” she grunted into the gag.

“I can’t hear you,” he snarled, his face close to hers.

“UMHUM!”

“Better.”

She began to giggle and with the ends of her long strands of hair he teased her into more giggling; she squirmed helplessly into the tickling under her arms and shoulders. She began to writhe and arched her back as she laughed uncontrollably into the gag.

“Shut up,” he demanded suddenly, his hand on her cheek. She froze and gazed up at him. But she couldn’t stop her girlish giggles.

“Shut up.” He leaned in closer. But her giggling continued, even more giddy and lively. He rose and tugged her dress down revealing the eager glow of her breasts. Without warning he pulled a flail from his belt loop and snapped it over her naked nipples. She let out a sharp yelp.

“Shut up,” he growled and whipped her arms; the flail was designed to sting and make noise rather than inflict pain but the playmate writhed over the bed and shuddered with each blow.

“Can you take it?” he asked between blows.

“Ummm.”

“I can’t hear you.”

“Umhum.”

The lash came down hard several times but slapping more against the sheets than her skin but still the girl writhed and wriggled prettily. “Do you like it?”

“Umhum.”

“Louder.”

“UHMUM!” She squirmed and groaned, her brown eyes sparkling.

“More?”

She nodded eagerly.

“Do you like it?”

“Oi rlike ith,” she mumbled into the gag.

“Louder.” The flail came down, caressing her ribs.

She struggled to make the words clear over the ball gag, “I like it.”

Another snap of the flail. “Louder!”

“I love it!” she screamed into the gag.

“Yeah, you’re my slave today.”

She nodded frantically, wincing as the flail kissed her skin.

“You deserve it,” he snarled and dropped the flail. He bent down and crudely mauled over her breasts. Then leaned in closer, holding her face. “You’ll suck my cock today?”

“Umhum.”

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes, sir,” she mumbled urgently.

“You want to?” He tapped her cheek slightly as if slapping.

“Umhum.”

“Say please?”

“Pleasssse,” she moaned in a desperate mumble.

“You’ll suck my cock today?”

“Mmmmm, yesss.”

“Yes, master,” he insisted.

He rose and worked over her body with the flail for a while longer. The camera studied the girl’s blushing skin as she bucked and writhed over the sheets.

“Yeah, you’re my sex slave.” Slap. “This is what you want.” Slap. “OK now.”

Pretty little Susie writhed and bucked with each crack of the whip. He was playing for the camera and most of the whip’s swipes snapped in the space just above her but the sharp sting in the air still scared her enough. It was all pretend but even pretend could be scary.

“Are you my slave” he demanded.

“Yes,” she wailed.

“I can’t hear you.”

“YES!”

“Yes, what?” The whip snapped over her heaving breasts.

“I’m your slave!!!” she mumbled through the gag.

“I want to hear you say it,” he growled and he removed the gag from her mouth. “Are you my slut?” he demanded as she panted for air.

“I’m your slut.”

He bent in close and squeezed her soft face between his thumb and fingers. “Say it like you mean it.”

“I’m your slut. I’m your sex slave. Master, I want you to do everything to me.”

“Do you want me to lick your pussy?”

Susie’s eyes widened; instinctively she moistened her lips. “Yes, Master.” She looked at the camera lens close to her face, giving it her soft doe-eyed gaze.

“Do you want me to make your pussy happy?”

“Yes.” She directed her reply, a soft whisper, directly to the camera.

“Louder!”

“Make my pussy happy,” she screamed, bending her head back and jutting out her chest.

“Say please.” He slapped her sweet face.

“Please!!!”

“OK, then.” He sat up. In his hand was a big black vibrator, a long rod with a large ball on the end.

“Oh,” she squealed, wide-eyed, and struggling with her bonds.

At first he just caressed the ball over the lips of her sex. Strangely gentle, the machine with no power pulsing through it felt solid and dangerous as it softly teased over her sex and her pussy tingled with pleasure. Even bound over the bed she drifted into a dreamy bliss; such was the rapid swing from agony to bliss.

“You like this?”

“Umhum.”

“Say it.” He slapped her with his free hand.

The sharp sting of the blow only heightened the gratification over her sex and her voice was a sultry purr. “I like you to make my pussy happy.”

“That’s right.” The hard knob tickled over her sex. Then with a flick of his thumb the power came on. The humming was like a thousand volts shooting into her. Her shrill sharp shriek echoed through the studio, almost harmonizing with the cruel whine of the machine; the nubile playmate’s body arched and bucked, briefly thrashing against the bonds then falling into a paralysis of agonizing bliss as she squealed helplessly over the vibrator’s hum. “Is this good?” he asked over her high-pitched girlish screeches.

Her body quivered like Jell-O as the knob pulsated over her pussy. He worked the tool like a conductor’s baton, orchestrating the music of her ecstasy. But as a climax rose quickly inside her he denied her that pleasure. “Don’t you come without my permission.” He slapped her belly with his free hand to emphasize the point.

“Yes, master,” she gasped, but ecstasy was flooding over her. “Oh master, I feel something…” She wheezed in panic, “Please, master, can I come?”

“Not yet,” and he urged the tool between the pussy lips and she screamed and wailed, once more rearing and trashing against the ropes. But she didn’t dare come.

She lifted her head to watch him working. “Thank you, master,” she pleaded.

“You better thank me, all the way.”

“Yes, thank you, thank you; oh god, please let me come.”

He plunged the vibrator in deeper. “Oh shit,” she wailed, twisting her head in anguish, her long hair flying. He had to hold her down now so he could keep the vibrator on her pussy. “I need to come, master, please. Oh god!”

“Do you want to come? Do you deserve to come?”

“Please, let me come,” she begged in a little girl voice, breathless as a Hollywood starlet. “Please.”

“Ok then.”

She came in a tsunami of ecstasy, her slender body glowing pink with bliss and relaxing as her pussy absorbed all sensation and all consciousness. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened wide in a silent scream.

She came in wave after wave of honeyed bliss and the cruel tool never stopped. At some point though, in a deep recess of her mind, she realized that this endless orgasm was a new torture; her body was going to explode in ecstasy and she began to writhe and kick again. “Shit, please, oh shit, I’m coming, fuck, fuck, oh please, please,” she wailed. “No more, master, please! No more.”

“Beg me!”

“Please!!!”

The vibrator stopped and she snapped into reality. His face was close to hers. “You’ll do anything I say.”

“Yes.”

“You’ll suck my cock.”

“Yes.”

“You’re mine.”

“I’ll do anything you want.”

“Sure?”

“Yes!”

“This is what I want today.” He began to tickle under her arms. Immediately the sweet girl reacted with frantic giggles, her face bright with joy. But she was tied to the bed and he could tickle her endlessly. She screeched with pleasure, then she shrieked with agony, kicking and wriggling. “Stop!” she screamed as she snapped her teeth at his face in defiance.

He pinned her down and she froze, wide-eyed with fear. “I’m the master,” he said coldly. “You don’t say no to anything, you understand?”

“Yes, master,” she said meekly.

“Cut.” The director approached with a clipboard. The actor’s face, so vicious a moment ago, was suddenly calm and emotionless. He accepted the glass of water an assistant handed him and went back to his yoga position.

The director kneeled close, undoing Susie’s bonds himself. “You are doing great Susie,” he said happily. “Very nice.”

“It’s kind of scary,” she said, rubbing her wrists as two assistants undid her ankles. She sat up, not even slightly embarrassed by her nudity. After what she just went through it couldn’t matter. She glanced over at Miss April and Miss June who looked completely dumbfounded. Miss May giggled a little victory giggle.

The costume girl helped Susie wriggle out of what was left of the dress so she was totally nude. A make-up girl worked on her long hair and touched up the rouge on her lips. Susie took some water and turned to the director. “I’m glad it’s over,” she sighed but then she saw the director’s stern look. “What? What’s next?” Her voice broke into a tremulous sob.
“Go take a rest while we prep for the next scene,” he said in a low, firm, commanding voice.

Miss May’s pretty little mouth gaped open for a moment and she was about to speak, perhaps even dare to protest, but the director had already turned to one of the cameramen and was lost in a discussion of lighting. The willowy, graceful, nubile playmate slipped on a robe and wandered over to a canvas chair.

Her senses shut down for a while, blocking out the cacophony of a busy crew on a set, but then her eyes rested on Tony; he was sitting in the lotus position and radiated a calm authority in his stillness. She though about him working the fail over her tender skin, his masterful manipulation of the vibrator and her own sexual yearnings. She shivered slightly and tried to calm her own racing heart.

Slowly the noises and the bustling on the set subsided and the two other playmates quietly approached Susie’s chair; she rose as if in a trance and silently allowed the robe to slide off her shoulders and arms. It tumbled onto the chair behind her and the lithe young playmate, radiantly naked, allowed herself to be guided back to the set.

The assistants once again tied her; the meek girl murmured and mewed nervously as she submissively surrendered her graceful limbs to the ropes. This time she was face down, her wrists tied to the foot of the bed, her ankles tied to ropes that went under the mattress. Her thighs were in a rope harness hanging from the ceiling, lifting her hips just enough so that her pussy didn’t touch the sheets. She whined more urgently as the ropes tightened around her and she became more helpless in the bonds; Jolanda, while still deftly manipulating the ropes, stroked the captive girl’s cheek. “Shhh, hush now, pretty one,” she soothed, “This is going to be beautiful.” Susie moaned sweetly and the two other playmates stepped away, leaving the young girl ensnared and waiting for her doom.

Silent as a predatory cat, the actor stalked back into the scene.

Of course, the flail was in his hand, and of course, the leather strands kissed her plump and juicy bottom. She moaned, vamping to the camera close to her face.

“You ready for sex?” Snap.

“Oooo, yes,” she sobbed.

“You want me to fuck you?” Snap.

“Yes.”

“Yes, who?” Snap.

“Yes, master.”

He gave a few more thwacks and her head dropped as she groaned. He pressed his hand into her hair. “I can do whatever I want?”

“Yes, master,” she moaned.

She whimpered as he leaned in closer. “You’ll suck my cock?”

“Yes, oh, yes.”

Whack, whack, whack. She screamed but she still heard the demand. “Yes who?”

“YES, MASTER, I’LL SUCK YOUR COCK!”

“Right away?”

“Yes, sir,” she lifted her head to be ready. He gave another whack, then stepped to the foot of the bed. His pants were open and his cock extended between the bars. She stretched her slender throat forward and took the throbbing beast into her mouth; the helpless girl writhed as a few more strokes with the lash punished her bottom even as her pretty soft mouth gulped over his monster organ.

“Show me you like it,” he demanded with another slap of the flail on her ass.

Anxious to please, the pretty playmate sucked and slurped vigorously, her eyes bright for the camera.

While her head bobbed up and down in rhythm with her flogging, she made a lot of endearing noises as she sucked him, slurping, gulping, murmuring wordless worship. “Yeah, I like that,” he said while the flail gave her a few sharp thwacks to show appreciation. Her upturned eyes stared at his face, the two orbs wide in a swirl of terror and wonder and ecstasy and glowing in gratitude for the throbbing cock pulsating deep down her throat.

“Look at me! Yeah, like that,” he purred into her doe-eyed gaze. “Take it all the way,” he demanded, abruptly putting his hand on the back of her head while he whipped with his other hand. Her eyes goggled as the excruciating mass jammed deeper and deeper down her warm moist mouth. She gagged and groaned, helpless to resist while he he pulled her head in, shoving his cock even deeper inside. Even as he thrust in brutally, her delicate tongue and lips and teeth gracefully and adoringly worked magic over his cock, caressing and licking to give him as much pleasure as possible. When he shot into her mouth she struggled to swallow it all. Finally he gave her ass a vicious whack as he released her head. She gasped for air but in a moment the cock was back in her mouth and her head was bobbing over it again.

The harness was slowly rising so she was swinging slightly adding to the velocity of her sweet mouth lunging over his shaft; she gagged and sucked as best she could as he slapped her juicy ass with the flail. He clearly liked the way she gave head so he kept the poor girl busy for a long time. She would pull away sometimes to gulp some air but he simply rammed her face back over the shaft. Her sweet mouth was warm and moist and velvet and she sucked deeply and sincerely.

“Don’t stop,” he insisted and gave her another whack. “Faster!”

“Master, I’m trying,” she gasped when she lifted her head for air.

“You want to please me?”

She nodded eagerly.

“OK, go ahead.”

She went at it with even more energy, desperate to make him come again. The cameras circled around her luscious body, studying her naked skin, fine as porcelain as she sucked wildly on his cock.

“Maybe I should just fuck you,” he said, finally denying her the pleasure of his shaft in her mouth.

“Yes, master,” she pleaded and her eyes followed him as he was already moving to the other end of the bed. He knelt between her legs and gruffly grabbed her hips and with no further ceremony rammed his cock into her pussy. One of the cameras caught her sweet face in close up as her eyes closed and her jaw dropped in surprise at the ferocity of his onslaught.

“Owww, ooooh,” she groaned as the cock shoved in but he grabbed the ropes of the harness and started drilling into her in rapid greedy strokes. She shook and grunted in rhythm with his fucking. “You like it?” he demanded.

“Yes.”

“Tell me.”

“I LIKE IT!”

He began to slap her ass in rhythm as he fucked her and she squealed with each slap.

“Who’s the boss now?”

“You are master, oh shit, you are.”

“Pray to my cock.”

“I love your cock. I love your cock inside me.”

Holding the ropes of the harness he pulled them back and forth to increase his velocity and he slammed in harder while vigorously slapping her ass. At this angle he was able to penetrate really deeply and probe in many different spots; the girl’s natural tightness was like a glove around his shaft and her girlish hips, limber and lithe, gyrated like she was dancing, adding even more pleasure. Her long golden tress flew out like bolts of lightning as each cruel thrust rattled her tiny body. She screamed and grunted with each lunge, desperately praying, “I love your cock, master, I love your cock.” Her pretty face twisted in anguished ecstasy.

“You like it?”

“Yes, yes, master.”

“You’re my sex slave.”

“Let me come, master, please. Oh master.”

“Go ahead,” he growled and she came in explosions and sobs but he kept balling into her, sharp thrusts as he came too. Her own sweet honeyed orgasm imploded over the pearly fire unleased by his cock. She sobbed with joy as he came deep inside her, her soft tight sheath writhed over him; her eyes brimmed with tearful gratitude. Deep, deep in her depths he came in gushing fury and filled her with his power. The heat flooded into her, his white seed mingling with her delicate nectar; she writhed into the wave of pleasure as the cock filled her with a thick satisfying load—he was coming inside her and she glowed with pride and pleasure.

“Say thank you master,” he insisted, slapping her hard on the ass.

“Thank you master,” she sobbed, still trembling with ecstasy. “Thank you.”

“Thank you for what?”

“Thank you for fucking me and letting me come.”

“And what else?”

“Thank you for coming deep inside me.”

“Cut!!”

Suddenly the set was a bustle of activity again. The actor went into his mediation mode and the girls helped the still trembling Susie out of her bonds. She was allowed a shower and some rest but when she returned to the set the bed was gone, replaced by a small leather covered podium. Dangling over the podium were chains and dangling from the chains was an iron V frame; at the top of the V were shackles for her ankles, at the base was a collar for her neck and in between manacles for her wrists.

The pretty playmate froze, her feet unwilling to step closer to the devilish device. Jolanda urged her forward as Christine pulled her onto the set. “You’re going to love this, Susie; you’re in for a real treat.” The young girl shook her head as she was slowly propelled towards her fate; meek but urgent whimpers escaped her lips as her shimmering tresses shook with the twisting of her head. “You’re so pretty, Susie. You look so pretty when he fucks you; let him show you what he can do.”

Even as Jolanda spoke, the helpless captive drew closer and closer to the shackles and she gulped as she was guided onto the leather pad; it was just long enough to accommodate the tiny girl lying face up with her legs dangling over the end, and her hair dangling over the other end. “Please, no, please,” she murmured but her legs were lifted and her ankles clamped into the shackles so her legs were spread wide and her pussy was exposed prettily. A dog collar was snapped around her neck and her wrists were caught in handcuffs. Her lithe body and fragile flesh seemed to glow with innocence against the harsh metal frame and cool dark leather. She looked angelic, an angel being offered up to demons.

As soon as she was bound the director called action and the actor stood at the end of the podium and began banging her. Hard.

The camera zoomed in close for a close-up of her beautiful face as he drilled into her bound body. “Oh, oh, oh,” she groaned helplessly. He slapped her ass as he balled her harder and harder.

“Come for me,” he demanded. He put a foot on the podium for leverage and rammed into her. The length and girth of his cock was able to plunge in deeply and rush out quickly only to slam in again, and again and again. Her delicate sex gushed with nectar as each thrust drove into her with more intensity than the last. Bound the way she was she was helpless to move so all her energy was focused on the monster cock driving in and out of her. She came in sobbing screams. Her beautiful hair brushed over the floor as her head twisted back and forth.

“You have a tight pussy,” he growled.

“It’s yours,” she sobbed between screams.

She came in gallons now and she came until she passed out.

“Cut.”

The last scene. Susie, nude and glowing with health and vigor as she sat on a stool and gazed at the camera.

“So Susie,” asked a voice off stage, “How was it?”

“It was great; I loved it,” she said with a girlish giggle, swaying cutely on the stool and running her fingers through her long blonde hair.

“What did you like the most?”

“What did I like the most?” Her face was thoughtful and a finger hooked into her mouth as she pondered. “The vibrator?”

“What else?”

“I liked getting fucked hard.”

“Really?”

“Really,” she said with a giggle.

“What didn’t you like?”

“Um, it’s not that I didn’t like it? But the metal thing?” She traced a V in the air. “It was scary. But being scared made me come too.” She started to play with her nipple as she spoke. “I like the whole thing,” she said sincerely. “It was fun.”

“Let’s bring Tony in here, see what he thinks. Tony?”

The actor, wrapped in a blood red robe, stepped forward and stood next to the lovely nude girl; he put his arm around her shoulders and she leaned into him. “Here’s my girl,” he chuckled as he held her close to him.

“So Tony, you’ve done a lot of these shoots, how did our little girl do?”

Tony grinned with satisfaction. “She was dynamite. Nice and tight. And so pretty.”

Susie blushed and looked up at him with adoring eyes.

“Susie said she really likes when you come in her pussy and you looked like you were really going in deep.”

“Oh man, she really got me going; her tight little body took it all.” His eyes met the girl’s. “You are a sweet little girl. Susie.”

“So it’s safe to say you’d like to do another shoot with her.”

“Hell man, a whole series.”

“How ‘bout you Susie? Do you want to do more shoots with Tony?”

The petite blonde bit her lower lip, her face glowing with pride and shyness. “OK,” she managed to breathe out.

“OK,” the interviewer laughed. “Well Tony needs to go but do you want to add any more Susie?”

She looked up at Tony and wrapped her arms around his neck and draped her nude body over him. “Thank you,” she gushed and kissed him lovingly, her bare breasts caressing over his red robe.

“Cut!”

Susie blinked. “You mean we’re, like, finished?” She peered into the bright lights like a doe in headlights.

“Yes, Susie, we’re finished.

She wrinkled her nose cutely, smelling something familiar that she couldn’t place. A pipe? Then a voice she could place came from beyond the lights. She let the smoke from his pipe swirl around her. “Susie,” the voice said kindly. “I watched the show and you were magnificent.” She squirmed in her seat, bursting with pride. “I’d like to discuss some other video work with you.”

The luscious playmate sprang off the stool and sashayed past the lights. There was the publisher waiting with an avuncular smile. In his hands were some props he had collected from the shoot, a riding crop and some handcuffs. She gave him a megawatt smile, slid her arm under his and let him escort her nude body to his bedroom.

[keats]

I’m not a frat guy really; sure I belong but my fraternity at UCLA is basically a bunch of guys who don’t give a fuck about fraternities. My cousin Ted, though, he’s really into his frat, the Cocksmen; and they’ve got a rep for partying and the word is they hang around the Playboy Mansion a lot. Since I grew up in LA I’ve known about the Mansion; it started up when I was in like middle school but the antics never really interested me. I don’t need that kind of partying. I got a girlfriend. Had. I had a girlfriend. We’d been going out since freshman year of high school and a stupid driver on the freeway…forget it.

I’ve been in a funk for months. OK, I admit my friends have been worried. Not suicide watch worried but I’ve been in a real bad funk. I guess a doctor would prescribe meds for depression. Fuck that. My cousin Ted; he’s not too bright but he’s a nice guy and he’s taken me on as a project. Mostly hanging out with his frat brothers, who as far as I can tell, are all assholes.

So now we’re at the Playboy Mansion; it’s my first time but he’s been here before. Still, driving out to Holby Hills he’s practically drooling on the steering wheel. His frat brother Karl keeps howling about how he’s going to bang Miss July finally. I’m not in the mood.

It’s a big party though, some kind of roll-out for a new Japanese product, more useless electronic gear that will sell by the billions. Christ I’m sick of those Walk-Man things and CDs are never gonna catch on. Vinyl will never die. Anyway this product is some kind of video recorder with sound; they call it a camcorder. It’s pretty portable so I can see why the Japanese are convinced they’re going to conquer the world after all. The party at the Mansion is supposed to help introduce them to the American public so there a bunch of rich people and movie people and Ted’s frat brothers all running around pointing these video cameras at a bunch of playmates in bikinis. There’s a lot of drinking and a lot of giggling from the girls, who are vamping and flirting at every camera in sight. There’s also all sorts of other stuff going on but I don’t really give a shit. I’m into the open bar.

The guys have found other girls, Ted is making out with one and Karl is grinding another on the dance floor. I don’t know if it’s Miss July. And yeah, there’s lots of girls here and they’re all gorgeous and built and frisky as hell. OK, ‘frisky’ is like a ‘mom’ word; what I mean is these girls clearly put out.

But for me, there was no one else tonight. Something happened as soon as I walked in. Right at the door I took two shots off a tray as I scanned the room. It looked like a room full of assholes. And then I saw her. She was standing in a crowd ahead of me but she seemed to glow like a beacon. She’s short. What do they call it? Petite. She’s got strawberry blonde hair that cascades down around her face and shoulders and it shimmers when she laughs and she laughs a lot. Not the fake, party girl kind of laugh, but a sincere warmth, like she really appreciates how fine everything is. Her face is soft and round and her eyes are sparkling with life.

Her skin is smooth and radiant and in that tiny tight hot pink bikini there’s plenty of skin to see. She’s voluptuous and creamy and for the first time in a long time I’m getting turned on. But she’s surrounded by men and I even recognize an actor from the Star Wars movies and I know I’m not scoring. But you know, somehow she senses me and looks my way and she gives me a warm smile. There’s something so kind and understanding in her eyes, like she knows I’m down and she knows why and she’s kind of touched by it. But she turns back to the Star Wars guy and she laughs at his joke and gently touches his arm and turns to another guy and starts another conversation while she daintily sips her drink.

I step deeper into the room and sort of walk around on the edges of the party without joining in, just grabbing drinks off the trays that go by.

I’ve been staring at the blonde all night, like a fucking stalker. She’s glanced my way a few times, but that’s it. Her face is always glowing with warm vitality and the look she gives me is always kind of sweet and inviting. Who am I kidding? I’m in no shape to be starting something with someone anyways, so I head outside for some fresh air and hope it will clear my mind ‘til those fuckers are ready to leave. There’s these big glass doors opening up to a kind of patio and garden so I go out. Leaning up against the brick wall, I inhale the crisp air and close my eyes ‘til the spark of a lighter clicks next to me. I turn to look and standing next to me, leaning against the brick, is the hottie from inside.

She gives me an embarrassed smile as she holds the cigarette awkwardly, tilting the end into the flame. Clearly not a smoker, she takes a tentative puff on the cigarette, not enough to make her cough but enough to make her frown at the acrid taste The lighter suddenly seems heavy in her hand and she delicately balances it on a ledge of a windowsill. Holding the lighted tip of the cigarette away from her face, she shrugs to herself and looks back in my direction; this time she’s studying me.

I don’t know what to say; we both just stand in silence. I should say something. Fuck, what should I say?

“So are you really going to stare me all night without introducing yourself?”

What the fuck? I swallow hard, her words catching me off guard. “Uhh, I’m Barry.”

Those are the only words that come out; my heart is pounding. She laughs, but it’s a gentle, kindly giggle and I turn to her and ask, “What’s so funny?”

She’s waving the cigarette like some glowing wand, still not taking another puff; smoke from the lighted tip is swirling around as she tries to explain her giggling. “You. That’s all you’re going to say?” Her voice cutely deepens in imitation of mine, “Uhh, I’m Barry?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” she responds is a quieter tone, understanding that I’m serious. “Well, Barry,” she pauses over my name as if she’s tasting in and her eyes show that she likes the taste. “I’m Kimberly. I just thought with the way you’ve been staring at me all night, you’d have more to say. Human communication, it’s a beautiful thing. Looks fade, the sex drive diminishes, but ideas live forever.”

Fuck, she’s quick with words. Unfortunately for me, I’m at a great disadvantage; the noise and glamour mixed with the alcohol have made my mind fuzzy. I can’t keep up with her, not like this. I need to be sober. “Was I that obvious?” I finally ask.

“Yeah.” Her voice is musical and sparkling in that way only a Southern girl’s voice can be.

She looks at her cigarette as if she doesn’t understand where it came from and she glances around, seemingly looking for an ashtray. Finally she stamps it out on the stone window ledge and delicately buries the remains in the flowerbed below. The whole time there’s a heavy silence between us, like she’s waiting for me to say something. Finally, while watching her toe nudge some soil over the dead cigarette she explains, “I don’t really smoke but this guy was hitting on me and I needed an exit so I pretended I had to talk to Susan and then I saw you out here and…well, Susan lent me her lighter so I had a reason to come out side; I don’t know where she kept it, I mean look,” and she gestures at her own skimpy bikini. “No pockets, right?” She giggles again and lets my eyes really absorb the sight of her magnificent scantily clad torso; she isn’t vain about it; it just she knows that I want to. She keeps chattering, like she’s nervous, “Bikinis are pretty much all we get to wear around here, bikinis with high heels.” She pauses of a second, reflecting on the official Mansion Wardrobe for Playmates. “Oh, and we’re naked a lot; naked with high heels.” She lifts a foot to show me the ridiculous footgear; the spike could be a weapon. “And they’re killing me. You don’t mind.”

As she’s talking she puts one hand on my shoulder to support herself as she lifts each foot and slips the shoes off. She lines them up next to her bare feet like soldiers. “So yeah, bikinis and high heels or lingerie and high heels or nude and …” Her voice trails off and she stares up at me; without her shoes she’s nearly a foot shorter than I am. She has to bend her head back to look at me, and when I look down I see that sweet open face but I’m also looking directly into some of the most magnificent cleavage ever produced by God and Nature. Pulling my eyes from those luscious breasts, I meet her gaze. She smiles drolly and glances down at her own chest as if inviting me to take another look. I do but go back to her eyes; they’re irresistible. She’s gorgeous; she’s really something else. Especially her eyes, green and…gentle, almost worshipful. She acts worldly, but she’s too kind to sound anything but friendly. Her gaze is penetrating, full of kindness, even wisdom, but most of all, warmth. She can see deep into me. “Listen, Barry, I don’t know what’s wrong with you.”

“Nothing’s wrong,” I retort. “I’m…I’m just…drunk.”

“Me too,” she responds running her hands down my chest and pushing me harder into the wall. Our eyes never leave one another’s. My breathing increases and I focus on staying calm while feeling what she is doing to me with her hands. It doesn’t take but a few seconds ‘til she slides them under my shirt. I may not have words when it comes to her, but my lips don’t let me down. Staring into my eyes, she looks at me with uncertainty. I attempt to ease that, with a kiss.
Her lips are plump and tender, tasting of mint with a hint of Southern Comfort. The moment she touches her tongue to mine, my senses flip and that need that’s been knocking to escape all night erupts.

A couple walks past us.

“Hef,” she gasps, like a teenager caught making out by her dad, and we separate for a brief moment. It’s a false alarm and she smiles, slightly embarrassed. Then I pull her down the side of the building. The moment we are tucked nicely into the dark shadow we pick right back up. This is sexy as fuck.

It’s a crisp night, but being with her in the cold doesn’t bother me. Her hands are warm as they explore every part of my body. But being a man, I want more. “Keep touching me,” I command, wanting to feel her warm hands on my cock. Holding her face, I continue to kiss her, loving the release I get while indulging in her.

“Mmmmm, you do speak.”

Growling, I flip her around, now pressing her against the wall. “I do. Fuck, Kimberly…” I trail off, unsure of what to say next. But she purrs in response and murmurs softly, almost like I’m reading her thoughts, “That’s right; you’re going to fuck Kimberly.”

In slow graceful warmth her hands slide delicately to my waist. She makes quick work of the button and zipper of my pants and wastes no time going in, clenching me hard, just like I wanted. “Mmmmmhhhhh,” I groan as she begins to stroke me. Her murmurs are now wordless purrs of appreciation for the gear I’m bringing to this fuck-fest; her warmth and tenderness are still enveloping us but she’s now more aggressive and direct.

“Your cock is big and I want it deep in my throat.” She drops to her knees and I lean my hands against the wall, questioning what we are doing for half a second.

There is no one around us and no one in sight – fuck it. Her tongue hits me, swirling over the end; I brush her hair out of her face and watch as she engulfs me. From tip to base, she takes me all the way. When I don’t think she can go any further, she does, and her nose touches my skin. It takes real skill to take all of me.

Working my cock in and out of those sweet, plump lips, she stares up lovingly. Her eyes search mine, gauging my pleasure with each twirl of her tongue. We watch one another, and I wonder who in the world she is. So confident, sexy, and…giving. Christ, it’s such a fucking turn-on.

Each pull and push she matches with her hand, twisting her tongue as she goes. I especially like watching her mouth stretch. Stopping for a moment, she removes her lips but jerks my shaft, quickly. “Will you come in my mouth, Barry?” Her voice is soft and lilting, like a schoolgirl asking for some ice cream.

“Suck me hard and I will.”
I nod my head when she obeys and I feel my balls tighten. Fuck, it’s been too long. Looking at her as she takes my release, her eyes are closed and she’s in a zone, enjoying this. As she pushes me to orgasm, her mouth is so warm. Her movements are perfect and I come so hard in the back of her throat, pumping my hips and thrusting out every last drop of my seed. To my surprise, she swallows, smiling at me the moment she finally takes my cock out of her mouth. Standing, she licks her lips as she slips her shoes back on. I’m panting, trying to catch my breath as she says, “It was a pleasure to meet you, Barry,” and walks away.

She doesn’t head back inside; instead she strolls down a path that wraps around this part of the Mansion. She strolls languidly, letting me watch the rhythm of her luscious ass as she moves away from me. When she reaches the corner of the building she glances back my way and cocks her head in invitation.
I follow slowly.

This side of the Mansion leads to the big kitchen which is busy on one end with caterers prepping food but the other end is a kind of smaller cooking area with a couple of stoves and counters that nobody’s using. Nobody looks up as I follow Kimberly inside.
She strolls over towards a refrigerator, slowly and sensually running her finger along a long granite countertop as she walks.

She opens the fridge door and the light, for a brief moment, shows her glorious body in silhouette, then she turns to me with a bottle of champagne. “There’s some glasses over there,” she says softly while her delicate fingers peel away the wire and foil on the bottle.

The glasses are hanging on a rack near a sink and I hold two out to her as she twists the cork suggestively and the bottle gives that satisfying pop. She pours expertly and asks, “And what should we toast, Barry?”

“It’s your party,” I say. “You decide.”

“My party?” she asks, her eyes arched in delight. She puts the bottle down on the counter by the sink.

She clinks her glass to mine. “Here’s to doing things we’ve never done before.”
She sips her wine and looks me over; her mouth is obviously savoring the wine as it mingles with what I popped into her mouth a few minutes ago and her eyes are telling me about it.
She finishes her drink and takes my empty glass puts both down next to the bottle. She turns to the long empty counter she had caressed so lovingly when she walked in.

She turns back to me and with her palms behind her she lifts herself up until she’s sitting on the counter. “I’ve never made love in this kitchen before, Barry? Have you?”

I’m on her in a nanosecond. I’m leaning over her and we’re kissing wildly as we both roll over the length of the counter. She’s wriggling and writhing under me and twists her body until she’s face down.

I’m straddling her legs, kneeling over her and her tiny body stretches over the counter, her arms extended so her delicate fingers and grip the edge of the counter. Her lush breasts are crushed under her as she uses her arms for leverage to pull her body up and down the counter surface so her ass rubs over my crotch. She looks back over her shoulder, her eyes bright with excitement. “Have you ever made love in a kitchen, Barry?” she giggles.

Looking over at her body pressed against the granite of the countertop, I lose it. I pin her against it, pressing my already hard cock into her backside.

She turns in my hold and I claim her mouth, pulling her bikini bottom down in the process. She does the same to me, removing my pants, gripping my cock as we kiss. Our mouths tangle and I can’t wait to fuck her.

But she, still gripping my shaft with one hand, uses her other hand to guide my head down to her chest. My face presses into the soft moist cleavage of her luscious breasts and my hands make short work of the hot pink bikini top. Her bare nipple seems to leap into my mouth and I suck and slurp the soft sweet flesh as though a starving man offered a feast of ambrosia. And Kimberly’s lush and creamy breasts are a banquet worthy of the gods. She feeds her flesh to me and she’s eager for me to savor every morsel of those mammoth treats and she feeds me lovingly, making sure I’m enjoying the sweet succulence of her. All the time she’s stoking my cock, priming me for balls-deep penetration but even in the frenzy of our lust, there’s something soothing and gentle flooding into me from the creaminess of those breasts.

She murmuring tender wordless imprecations and she quivering with desire; suddenly she pulls my head up and pleads in her lilting Texan twang, “I need you inside me, baby.”
Lifting her up, I don’t waste any time sinking deep into her. The walls of her pussy are heaven. She throws her head back bracing her weight on the countertop. I love the sight of her uncovered breasts, taking them in my hands, squeezing the lush and creamy mounds, watching adoration and affection radiate from her expressive face as we fuck. She’s perfect.

My cock pulsates. I’m so hard inside of her, loving how eager she is as she helps me, working her hips against mine.

“Harder, Barry,” she murmurs, in between soft noises. I give her what she wants and move her legs at the same time running them up my chest so they rest on either side of my head.
“You want it harder?” I ask, stopping completely with my cock buried all the way inside of her.

“Yes,” she shouts. Before I move, I open one of the drawers and pull out the first thing my hand touches – a wooden spoon.

Listening right away, I pick up speed, allowing her cunt to take me out of this world and simultaneously smack the side of one of her ass cheeks with the spoon.

“Fuckkkkkk, yes,” she shouts and I hit her again, then move to the other side and then her breasts. I’ve never done anything like this, but the way it turns her on makes me extremely excited.

“You like this, don’t you?” I question breathlessly.

“Mmmmhhhhh,” she moans.
Taking a fistful of her hair, I control her and take us both away from the pain and the agony that is reality. With my cock moving in and out of her, it feels so right. All that’s left in the pain’s place is pleasure; it surges to the tip of my dick.

In this moment while inside Kimberly, I find the pleasure I’ve been searching for. A high that rattles my brain. And she has given that to me. I don’t know how, but she’s so unexpectedly and so quickly become a drug to me. Although the pleasure in this fucking can’t last forever, I’ll take it any way I can get it right now. I know she’s too frail to hold on much longer and I’m certain she’ll collapse sooner rather than later, so I indulge while I can.

With my hands secured tightly around her hips, I fuck her fiercely, giving her all of my ten inches. She doesn’t complain, she just takes me, moaning, “Fuck me, Barry.” Over and over.
Finally, I have to slow; I can’t keep going at this speed. She’s about to make me lose it as she clenches her luscious sex around me and I’m not ready. With slow movements, I spread her pussy, watching my cock move in and out of her.
“Christ, you’re beautiful,” I murmur.

She doesn’t respond with words; she sings out with cries of passion, throwing her head back as she lets her orgasm take over. These actions push me right there with her and we come together. I grunt like an animal as I pump myself bit by bit inside of her. Slowly, I ease my way out of her amazing cunt and she sits up and slides off the granite countertop. I look down at her as she kneels in front of me, then swirls her tongue over the head of my cock. Watching her lick off both of our arousals is such a fucking turn on.

She stands and pours some more wine; she takes a big gulp as if to freshen her mouth. She smiles at me and looks around for her bikini. “I think I better head back to the party. She finishes her drink and bends down to pick up the two thin hot pink pieces. “Well, bye bye, Barry.” She’s heading to the door.

“Stop.” My voice is deep and firm. I slip off the counter and head towards her. “Come here.”

Listening to my order, she walks to me stark naked. Her warm loving smile radiates in her face and I can’t stop myself from pressing her into the refrigerator door.

Taking her face in one of my hands, I lean in and kiss her. Jesus, her lips are like heaven. With my free hand I run it down her body, noticing how every bit of her fits so perfectly against my palm. Removing my mouth from hers, I breathe her in and look into her eyes. There’s an alluring look that’s driving me mad, mixed with her scent – it all intoxicates me. She smells so sweet, yet there’s a hint of something I can’t pinpoint.

I kiss her again, trailing kisses down her neck and across her chest. A moan escapes her and she catches me off guard when she grabs my dick. I push myself into her, grinding against her hand like it’s her pussy. Pulling away, she begins to kneel and I stop her. “I want to fuck you again.”

“It’s all I want to do.”
I chuckle at her brazenness. I should have guessed that she wouldn’t have a problem skipping the party in order to fuck. I can’t take my eyes off of her as I shrug my pants down, leaving them bunched at my ankles. As she steps towards me, I reach down and touch her perfect little cunt. There’s little jewels of nectar on the curls of her bush and the moment my fingers move in between her soft folds, my cock aches for her.

“Mhh, you’re wet. You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

“God, yes,” she says resting her arms around my neck. With that response, I sink inside of her tight cunt, burrowing my cock in as far as I can fit. Our bodies mold so perfectly. Her heart pulsates under my hold, my size almost filling her completely.

I lift her up and she gasps. “Wrap your legs around me,” I order. Tonight I’m not holding back. This is who I am when it comes to sex. Lately, the booze has put me at a bit of a disadvantage. But now I’m in my zone, exactly where I need to be. I’ve dealt with nothing but pain and despair for over half a year. But when I’m with Kimberly, I don’t have to pretend and I let that all go. God, I love this. Pleasure surges through me. Quietly, I pound her as she hangs on to me with passion drenching from her.

The room is silent except for her noises and our skin slapping against each other. “Am I hurting you baby?” I ask, stopping for only a brief moment to try and drown out some of the noise, because I need to fuck her harder.

“No.”

Picking up speed, I show no mercy and slam inside of her. There’s no reason to be quiet. Kimberly doesn’t complain, with her back against the wall and not a thread of clothing on. She’s in her zone and by far the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I come alive as I fuck her.
Her body tenses and I can tell that she’s about to let go. I keep my eyes on her. Watching the way her neck glistens with sweat, small moans roll out of her as she knots her fingers tightly into my hair.

Our eyes stay connected ‘til that moment, ‘til pure bliss takes over and reality washes everything away. Her body shakes and trembles in my hold. “Yes, Barry, fuck me, make me come.”

Taking my hand, I place it around the back of her neck as her words fade out into louder moans. She lets her legs drop and stands on her own. Without missing a beat, I bring her pleasure to the surface and make her come good and hard. Watching what I can do to her, makes my cock explode. My release is so intense, that pleasure shoots to the back of my head.

But I can’t close my eyes; with Kimberly, I never can. Staring at her panting while I pump myself inside of her is such a goddamn turn on. With a few strands of her honey-blonde locks down and around her face, I brush them away and slow my movements.

“Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are?”
Suddenly, she becomes shy. I’m not sure why, but she turns her head away from me.

“You don’t need to flatter me, Barry;” she sighs in her light and lilting twang, “You already have me where you want me.”

“I’m not trying to flatter you. I’m speaking the truth.”

“Oh Barry,” she purrs, wrapping her arms around me.

Her lush body undulates under me as we ball in the afterglow of our climax; she senses my cock stiffening again, and she smiles sweetly. “Oh Barry,’ she giggles happily and increases the pace of her upward thrusts. I respond in kind and soon we’re at it again, slamming into each other and pumping up the ecstasy.

Kimberly begins to climax in a wild frenzy, thrashing and jerking in uncontrollable spasms; my cock explodes and her body snaps up into me, fueled by the white fire I’m blasting into her. And in the middle of this bliss her head bangs down on the stone countertop.

She freezes as the sharp blow thunders through her, she’s stunned but she keeps undulating her hips to encourage my orgasm. ‘Oh Barry,” she sobs, her voice cracking in ecstasy and pain.
Tilting my head to get a good look at her, I can see the pain. Not knowing what to do in that moment, I wrap her in my arms, pressing our naked bodies as closely together as I can. My cock throbs inside of her. I don’t need to move, or come, or do anything else, but just enjoy the closeness. So I nudge myself against her and like a good girl, she accepts me.

Taking my time, I slowly ease out just a bit then press my way all the way in. Nestled in her to the hilt, she pulls away trying to get some friction. Who am I kidding? I can’t be inside of her without moving, so I appease her efforts and comply, but still only moving slowly. Being inside of her always sets me on fire, whether I am going as slow as this, or fucking her madly.

I need to take care of her, so I fuck her slowly. She keeps her eyes closed as her hair shimmers like a puff of wind. I lean up, taking one last look at what is the perfection of her body beneath mine, before I unleash the animal that’s inside. I bang into her with brutal deep thrusts, pounding into her soft plush body like a jackhammer destroying a monument; she breaks, screaming and writhing, twisting and thrusting, matching everything I can slam at her, her pussy tightening like a vengful banshee.

“God, Barry,” she cries gripping my forearms. Looking down, my muscles tighten under her hold. My movements are now urgent. I have my weight braced above her, my hands balled into fists, allowing me to move effortlessly inside of her.

“Jesus, baby, your cunt.”

She moans, locking her feet behind my back, the friction is just as much her demise as it is mine, causing us to simultaneously combust together. The moment I let go, my orgasm is so intense, like nothing I’ve ever experienced. Hers is just as good. I can tell because as soon as I look at her, she is panting – struggling to catch her breath.

The pleasure fades away and I can’t help but laugh at her with her nails still dug into my arms.

“You okay?” I ask.

“I’m more than okay.”

Leaning down, I leave a kiss on her sweet sweat-soaked chest and then hop off. She rolls onto her side and rests her chin on the flat of her arm as she leans on her elbow; her breast sway seductively. “Are you sure you’re done with me?” she queries, her voice soft and provocative. Deep down, I know if I go, she’ll go, she has to. We can’t be apart.
I lean over her. She takes her hands and knots them into the back of my hair. I weave mine tightly into the back of hers and take my time trailing my lips over her mouth, beginning slowly then gaining more access. Finally, with our tongues fully connected, I kiss her. Her body trembles and my dick is as hard as ever.

It seems like the party is getting closer; I can here the rumble of the crowd making small talk and laughing. I want them to go away. I want Kimberly to myself.
“God, I wanna fuck you so badly.”

“Jesus, Barry, that’s what’s been on the menu for the last hour.”

“Yeah, but my dick wants more.”

“Then do it.”

“There are people a hundred yards away.”

“So, let them watch. I want your cock inside of me now and I don’t want to wait.”

I stare at her, so taken aback by her words that it almost makes me come thinking about what she wants me to do. “Dammit, Barry, fuck me.”

Placing my hand over her mouth, I tell her, “Shhh, be quiet.”

She smirks at me, reaching between us and presses her hand on my belly. I grip my cock at the base and slam into her. She cries out in pleasure, but my hand still covers those sweet lips, muffling the noise.

“You asked for it. Now be fucking quiet.”

Her breathing is heavy. Her chest heaving up and down, up and down. But my demand quieted her noises. Taking both of my hands, I hold her face and fuck her gently. I’m so turned on that someone walking by could see us. Her pussy is my kingdom – it was made for my cock and I love how perfectly we fit together.
Working her like this, she pulls my neck to her mouth and begins to suck on my skin. It helps to muffle her uncontrollable noises so I let her, knowing that it might leave a mark. It’s better than having to slow down.

“Fuck, baby, I love your pussy.”

Saying the word “love” so freely makes me realize that maybe my feelings for her are more than I ever intended them to be. I do love more than her pussy. Fuck, I love every goddamn thing about her.

Her heels are dug into my legs, holding us tightly together. Then she relinquishes her orgasm over to me and I lose it. She tightens that sweet pussy, holding my dick like a vice, causing me to grunt in low feral rumbles. Letting go, I come inside of this beautiful woman, pouring my fiery lust into her. Dammit, I love balling her.

I slow my movements, so torn up by my mind-fuck. She protests my stopping and grabs my ass, pushing and pulling me in and out of her.

Upon opening my eyes, all of my fears fade away. Her eyes are closed and her bottom lip is sucked into her mouth. I keep my movements strong, and watch her as her face changes. Pleasure takes over her body, blood pulsing under her light skin, which is now covered in sheen of sweat. I’m staring at her but she never opens her eyes and only trembles lightly. However, it lasts for at least a full minute and I don’t stop as aftershocks give little jolts here and there. Suddenly her eyes open, brimming with tears and she begins to cry and sob as she comes again, her body rattling into a frenzy as the tears flow. She’s screaming my name and gushing more and more tears with each wave of orgasm. I don’t know how to handle this or why I didn’t see it coming. Her slender arms are around me and holding me tight.

“Wow!” The voice behind us is a shock; we both turn and Karen Witter repeats, “Wow!”

Kimberly recovers quickly, giggles and squirms out from under me, searching for her clothes. She tosses me what she can find of my garments as she wriggles into her tight shorts.

“Hef is looking for you,” Karen says, almost discomfited.

But Kimberly is really embarrassed. She turns to me and shrugs. “Sorry honey, I have to…but I’ll see you later, OK?”

I snort my displeasure. “Sure, go fuck some celebrity now.”

Kimberly pouts. “They may get to do me, but you and I will make love together.”

I refuse to even look at her as she and Karen leave the room. I stay alone in the kitchen for maybe an hour and then wander back to the party. I ignore everybody and I’m not sure why I’m hanging around. Maybe another hour goes by and everybody is called into the living room to watch a compilation of the videos that were shot. Kimberly is on a couch with the publisher and what look like some Wall Street fat cats. She catches my eye and silently tries to plead with me but I just sulk. The videos play and they’re pretty pathetic. Nobody knows how to operate the cameras properly and the audience is mostly just tittering but then the final video come up and this is a more polished job, shot by the camcorder company and edited by somebody who knew how to do it right. It’s a little home movie of Kimberly, the publisher, and one of the Wall Street fat cats, and this guy really is fat.

The video starts with the three of them already naked. While it’s better than the stuff that came before, it’s still kind of amateurish. The fat man is standing behind Kimberly and trying to get her to bend over a leather vaulting horse. The publisher is on the other side and using all his persuasive techniques to get her to cooperate. The audio is kind of muddy but you can tell that the publisher is laying on a smooth line but also very insistent and the fat guy acts like he’s used to getting his way; Kimberly doesn’t really have a choice. She’s smiling meekly and slowly nodding her capitulation.

The men have four hands on her, guiding her reluctant body into submission. Once she’s bent over, the camera zooms in. The fat man grabs her hips and he thrusts forward. Kimberly grunts in pain and the fat man is clearly fucking her luscious bottom. The publisher holds her head and brings his cock up to her mouth. It takes a couple of minutes for them to really get going but soon the publisher takes a step back and Kimberly is holding his waist for support as she deep throats him. Her luscious breasts are swaying in rhythm with the fat man’s thrusts into her ass. On screen it’s obvious that Kimberly is reluctant at first but slowly her body is aroused; her gulping and slurping is more animated and eager and her legs flutter in the air as the fat guy thrusts into her ass. While we’re all watching the video Kimberly keeps turning around as if to check my reaction; her eyes are full of apology but I just snarl at her. The video goes on for another ten minutes; the fat man is spent pretty quickly but the publisher takes over and balls her in a dozen different positions, the kind of stuff you might see in kinky sex manuals ; in the most professionally edited part of the video we see quick cuts of Kimberly fucking with one leg up on his shoulder as he slams her against the leather cushion, Kimberly striding his hips and riding his cock like it’s a crazed bull, Kimberly flat on her back jerking him off while he sucks her tits and finger fucks her, Kimberly getting it doggy style, and climaxing with Kimberly’s arms spread eagle over the leather pad he’s fucking her tits until he comes onto her sweet angelic face. The video’s over and the publisher is on his feet making a speech about the fat man and how home video is going to lead to another sexual revolution. Kimberly uses the applause as cover to wriggle away and make her way towards me.

I snarl some more but she takes my hand and lifts me out of my seat. She’s gushing apologies and repeating that she was only fucking those guys but she was making love to me. She’s guiding me through the party. Soon we’re out by the pool and she’s leading me into one of the large cabanas. She’s kissing me, deep passionate, probing kisses that promise wild things to come. She pauses only to whisper breathlessly, “I’m going to fuck you crazy, Barry.” I’m not going to argue.

Fumbling to open the door, I can’t do it fast enough. Kimberly is on me. Hands everywhere, hot mouth all over my skin, her tight, little cunt pressed up against me and finally the motherfucking door opens. Walking her in backwards, I kick the door closed. I can tell this is where that video was shot. Not hard to figure out since the camera is still set up. But now it’s focused on the bed.

She rips her bikini top off and I grab her by the thighs dropping us to the floor. Fuck it. I need her now. Right here. I watch how relaxed she is lying there waiting for me. Leaning down, I pull the string closing her bikini briefs, tugging the garment away as quickly as I can. The moment she’s naked, her scent intoxicates me. “Fuck, you’re wet. I can smell you, so sweet.”

She takes her fingers, fanning them down her stomach and I watch, frozen. She wouldn’t dare. Would she? Then she opens her soft pussy and begins to please herself. I’ve never seen her touch herself. Christ, it’s hot.

“Do you touch yourself like this a lot?”

She nods her head.

“Really? What do you think about?”

“Right now? You and your cock,” she says, reaching over and grabbing me through my pants. I unbutton them and with urgency she gets right inside. She’s barely able to get my dick out as it strains the fabric and is starting to hurt. Once I’m free, she sits up and has her lips around the head before I can even look down and see what she’s doing.

She’s no longer touching herself. Her hand simply rests over her sex and I lift it up, devouring the sweetness off of those fingers. Jesus, I love her. I fucking love every single thing about her. Especially how sexy she is. With her fingers in my mouth, she doesn’t stop what she’s doing as she bobs up and down on my dick.

Watching her move and how she makes my dick glisten, has me about to lose it. My balls tighten and before I let go, I pull away. She looks at me confused and I rip the shirt above my head.

“Spread your legs,” I command as I nudge the head of my cock against her waiting pussy. “Mmmmm, you’re so fucking hot, Kimberly.”

“Nothing like you,” she says, running a trail of her fingers down my chest and abdomen. I pull her ass up close to me, keeping her legs spread wide, and press my cock fully inside of her. She looks up at me with the clearest expression I’ve ever seen. Her arms are stretched up above her, making her tits so high and perky.

With our two bodies connected like this, I know I should begin moving and fucking her. But I can’t. I need to get as close as possible and this is the only way I know how, with part of me inside of her.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, as I’m motionless, watching her lie in my control.
“Nothing,” I respond and begin to make small pulls and pushes in and out of her.

The inside of her pussy is like nothing I’ve ever experienced, it’s so warm and tight. I swear her body was made for mine. The way my hands feel around her hips – perfection. Or the way her skin tastes on my lips – heaven.

I’m doing my best to keep my movements slow and to take my time inside of her, but I can’t. Her noises let me know that she wants more. Who am I kidding? My girl likes to be fucked. Picking up my rhythm, my orgasm won’t hold back. I fight it with all of my might. My body becomes damp, and electricity pulsates through me. I do my best to watch her as I let go, she’s my biggest turn on. But the force is too great. My balls erupt and with that great force, I give her part of me.


Coming inside of her sweet body that I adore so much, I faintly hear her cries of pleasure and then feel her nails dig into my forearms. Like clockwork, she lets go when I do. Our bodies knowing each other so well that they do things on their own. Looking at her sweaty skin, her chest heaves heavily. I kiss her harshly and begin moving again. I’m not done with her. In fact, I’m far from it.

And she’s not finished either. She gestures to the bed and to the video camera. “Let’s make our own show,” she purrs and she rises to lead me to the bed.

That video, well let me tell you, she puts her heart and soul into it and at the end she says, “This is just for you, Barry, don’t show it to anybody.” And I never will.

[keats]

Peter hated the California oil business but he invested where the money was. He didn’t mind oil per se but rigs uglified the community and he felt slightly guilty cashing in on something so environmentally unfriendly. His focus was investments and he was rarely in the field like this but a deal needed to be negotiated and so here he was looking at some truly ugly, but very valuable real estate.

The unsightly oil derrick was camouflaged as a lighthouse and the area adjacent to the Venice Pavilion was expensively landscaped, but no amount of dressing up could hide the monstrosity pumping into Mother Earth. Peter looked out of place, standing in the mud with dirt streaking his Italian loafers; his clothes were casual but expensive, neat kakis with an elegant black leather belt and a navy blue blazer over a crisp white shirt. He glanced around at the filthy surroundings and scowled; he rarely scowled and he rarely lost his patience but now, if he bothered to wear a watch, he would be checking it. “Where’s Hornby?” His voice was calm and quiet but carried enough authority to make the other man nervous.

The other man had a watch and he looked at it reluctantly. “I guess he’s, um, late.”

“I know he’s late; I flew in from Chicago and I managed to be on time. He had to drive in from Santa Monica.”

“Well, traffic?”

“No.”

“The car has a radio; I can check with the office.”

Peter’s silence was command enough to make the other man stomp back to the car. While waiting Peter glowered at the derricks pumping in and out of the ground. He was wasting his time here but he had already decided to check out a particular club in Santa Monica anyway so all was not lost. Peter’s business was scouting investments but his pleasure was scouting new playmates. For almost six years he had been leading prospective models to the Playboy Mansion and arranging for their test shoots. He had excellent taste and almost every girl he recommended made her way into the pages of Playboy and all of them shared the pleasure of his bed. It was a pleasant hobby.

In his head, to relax himself, he played a greatest hits reel of some of his favorite playmates; he had just finished with the bodacious Cynthia Myers and was about to undress the elegantly sensual Leslie Bianchini so he was smiling when the other man came back. “Hornby wants us to go out to the office in Santa Monica.” His feet were sinking in the mud.

Peter scowled yet again; at least he would be closer to the club. “I’ll follow you,” he said crisply and even more crisply headed for his car.

Things back at the office turned out worse for Peter; Hornby was there but waiting for them in the parking lot. As Peter climbed out of his car Hornby was bounding toward him with a hand out and an insurance salesman smile. Peter’s instincts were to drive away but Hornby was the crucial linchpin to a multi-million dollar deal involving land swaps and a huge expenditure of capital.

“Hey man, glad you could make it.” Hornby’s head was moving like a bobble doll. “Look, there’s a change in plan. I gotta go see someone and you should come along.”

“Someone?”

Hornby’s enthusiasm could not be dampened. “My girlfriend. She’s in a dance recital.” He gestured toward his own car. “We’ll take my Caddie.”

Peter hesitated. He had been warned about Hornby’s evasive negotiating methods; they must be closer to a deal than he thought so he had to stick close. But a dance recital? Peter had his own timetable; his eyes drifted out to the horizon, the December sun already hanging pale over the ocean. He had wanted to see the properties in daylight but that hope was sinking fast. He glanced over at Hornby’s fire engine red Cadillac, then back at his own more subdued Mercedes. “I’ll follow in my car,” he said flatly. He needed some time to organize his thoughts.

Hornby nodded, “Yeah, fine. Hey, you’re that Playboy guy too, right? Maybe there’ll be a new playmate in the show; but keep your hands off my Sarah.” He guffawed at his own wit.

Peter nodded grimly and started his engine.

The recital was in the Santa Monica Playhouse, a small theater near the ocean and off of Wilshire Boulevard. They were late but Hornby obviously had some pull so they were seated immediately while a group of middle school students stumbled through a ballet routine. Peter averted his eyes from the stage and began to assess how important a multi-million dollar deal could be.

The curtain came down and he leaned over in hopes of getting in at least one sentence worth of business but Hornby was already bobbling in enthusiasm. He waved the program under Peter’s nose. “Sarah’s next,” he gloated. “You won’t be able to keep your eyes off her, but not for Playboy, right?” He yucked and snorted at his own wit as the lights dimmed and the curtain rose.

Eleven girls were on stage all dressed the same: white blouses tied coquettishly tight just above the navel and open to reveal the moist cleavage of eleven pairs of nubile fresh breasts and the girls wore the kind of black tights that seemed, while not quite sheer, so form fitting that they appeared painted on. The girls leaned on walking sticks and had straw skimmers on their heads and sultry smirks that morphed into seductive grins at the welcoming applause.

Hornby nudged Peter and gestured toward a girl in the center of the line but Peter’s attention was immediately drawn to a different girl on the end. She had a youthful and vivacious aura that was irresistible. Her long brown hair shimmered in luxuriant waves over her shoulders. As she leaned forward the deep velvety flesh between her breasts radiated with inviting soft warmth. All the girls smiled broadly but this girl’s smile was lively and fresh and friendly - sinful, playful and enticing- the sort of guileless seductiveness of an innocent and precocious nymphet. The other dancers were struggling to project “sexy” but this girl radiated a natural sensuality that seemed to warm Peter’s skin as he gazed. All the girls were curvaceously buxom but this girl’s body was voluptuous and supple and sexy but also quivering with vitality, an energy and excitement yearning for release and there was only one way to release it. Even over the footlights her youthful eyes signaled that she was ready for release, eager for it: her eyes sparkled as if saying “You’re going to love balling me.” Peter was smitten and already making plans.

The dance was full of jazz hands and high kicks; the girls were competent enough but the crowd was appreciative beyond measure. Hornby kept elbowing Peter and gesturing toward his girlfriend, who, if Peter bothered to notice, was one of the better dancers on stage. But Peter’s eyes followed the voluptuous young beauty as she strutted and vamped in the background; what this girl lacked in dance ability she more than made up for in irrepressible and lascivious liveliness.

The finale came with the girlfriend doing a solo with the other girls lined up behind her; they had their backs to the audience and they leaned on their canes with their legs straight and their feet arched, thrusting their hips and rears high into the air. Ten teenage derrieres under the revealing black tights. They rocked their bottoms from side to side: crisp snaps in time to the music, like metronomes. The super tight leotards shook seductively and invitingly; Peter realized that his jaw had dropped in amazement. That girl’s ass was better than perfect. The girls turned around in a sexy spin, arched their backs, thrusting their breasts into the air and waving their skimmers as they kicked high into the air. Peter caught one more glimpse of the girl’s incredible body before the curtain dropped.

Once more Hornby jabbed with his elbow and Peter suppressed the urge to break his arm. “Nice, huh, nice?” But then the curtain came up for the bows and when the young girl who had seduced him so easily bowed she bent so low that the full valley of her luscious cleavage was his to ogle. Peter clapped appreciatively.

“Come on,” Hornby shouted over the applause. We’ll pick up the girls back stage.” Peter shrugged and followed along; he planned to make a point of bumping into that delectable nymphet. But he was luckier than that; it turned out that Sarah had a girlfriend and that girl friend was the nubile young thing that had caught his eye. The two of them stood in the doorway of the dressing room while introductions were made.

Hornby: This is my little Sarah. Sarah, this is the guy I was telling you about, Peter.
Sarah: Omigod! You’re the one who finds all those playmates. I’d love to be in Playboy.
Hornby: Sarah, forget about it.

The other girl stood quietly, an ironic smile on her face; she had seen Sarah and her sugar daddy in action before. Peter approached her, and held out his hand, saying softly, “I’m Peter and I was quite impressed with your dancing tonight.”

The girl rolled her eyes, brushing off the compliment. “It was OK.” She took his hand and Peter noted that hers was warm and moist as she held his tightly and she held it for quite a long time. “I’m Sandra Johnson; everybody calls me Sandy.”

“Well, Sandy, I’d like to invite you and Sarah out for a drink by way of saying thank you for a lovely performance.”

She was still holding his hand and still wearing that sly smile; she looked mighty cute in that straw skimmer. “It will take us hours to get changed; the dressing room is packed with girls getting ready for their numbers.”

Peter pulled her forward and towards the door. “You know what, you two look fine just the way you are. I noticed a café next door. Just one drink.” He led her out and Hornby and Sarah, still bickering followed behind them.

The café was packed but instinctively, with that universal radar servers have when a big tipper is around, the waiters rushed to arrange a table for Peter and his company. The two girls still in their sexy outfits attracted plenty of attention, especially Sandy whose lively smile lit up the room. After a while the waiter returned. “We’ve found seats but it will be awfully crowded,” he apologized.

“I’m sure it will be fine,” Peter reassured him; a large bill passed from his hand to the waiter’s. “Please have someone take our order right away.”

Sandy, who missed nothing, including the firm grip he kept around her waist, noted the quiet commanding presence of the man and gave him a scrutinizing look. He was easily ten or fifteen years older she decided, maybe old enough to be her father, but he was mighty attractive, even virile and powerful. Her waist was bare and his hand felt warm and strong over her belly, even comforting. She wasn’t sure why she did it but she twisted in his arms to face him and without warning, stood on tip toe and kissed him: a demonstrative and eager kiss, open mouthed and daring, but playful and innocent too. Her mouth was fresh and delicious in its moist warm freshness and Peter held her close, enjoying the squeeze of her big ripe breasts against his chest. His hand slipped down over her rear, the nylon tights electric under his touch; her ass was juicy and round, better than perfect he resolved once again.

The kiss lingered long and loving; in that kiss Peter promised to take her, to possess her absolutely and Sandy’s promised that she would surrender to him willingly. She didn’t want a drink; she wanted him to take her home and tear off her clothes and love her from top to bottom, to make her a woman. All too soon though, the waiter returned to escort them to their table.
“I just had an urge, you know,” she said by way of explanation. She felt his fingers splay over her bare belly and she liked it.
“Urges are good,” he agreed. She glanced into his face, checking to see if she was being teased; instead she felt his magnetic gaze on her and the gaze was challenging her to given in to her carnal urges. The inexperienced Sandy gulped and tried to think of a clever response but all she could think about was letting him rip her clothes off; fortunately she was relieved of the need to say more as they had to now negotiate the seating.
They had a booth that would have been small for just two people. Hornby and Sarah, ignoring everybody else, were still bickering; it seemed that Sarah really, really wanted to be a playmate. Peter was ignoring her though. The arguing couple pushed past him and, sitting across from each other, flopped into the booth. Sarah was thin enough for her side but Hornby’s overweight body took over the entire seat so the booth only had room for one more person. Peter shrugged and sat next to Sarah, pulling the buxom Sandy into his lap. Life was good.

Sandy snuggled down and her plump ass wriggled over his lap and caused sparks between them. He placed his hand over her bare belly, his thumb tracing the strands of the knot holding her skimpy blouse closed as if he was studying a complex geometry, the knot in a perpetual state of being about to unfurl.

The flimsy tights covering her shapely legs and luscious derriere caressed over his lap, the fabric of his slacks and the fabric of these tights flickering with anxious electricity: the tension between being an extension of the erotic promise in her succulent body and surpassing it.

She put her hands on his face and gave him another probing and hungry kiss. The space between them felt confining, breathtaking, claustrophobic. The air had an odor, sweet as spring, rich with the possibilities of sex. The kiss lingered on-- a promise of the sweeter treats she would surrender to him soon. The waiter coughed for attention. “May I take your order?” he asked, avoiding looking directly at the sexy Sandy.

The attention that Peter was giving Sandy was not lost on Sarah and she was almost a cliché of cartoon fury. Before anybody could order drinks she piped up in an unctuous voice. “Don’t forget, Sandy, all you can have is a coke.”

Peter’s spine visibly stiffened. He looked at the young girl in his lap and her blush told him everything he needed to know. He made some rapid calculations in his head and concluded that maybe this oil deal wasn’t meant to be. He wanted to get out of here now. He slid out from under Sandy, depositing her into the booth as he stood. She looked forlornly at the table as he tossed a couple of bills down. “Listen, I have to take care of some things, so I need to go. Have a drink on me please.” He bowed slightly. “Good night ladies.” Hornby’s blustering objections were spoken to Peter’s back already disappearing out the door. Unappeasable Sandy sulked; you could see her point, -- her trying to put things over, to seduce the elegant and desirable Peter spoiled by her girlfriend’s catty remark. She sulked beautifully and sexily but the object of her yearning was long gone.

Peter glanced at the clock on his dashboard as he started his car, plenty of time to make it that club where a girls’ beach volleyball team was waiting, anxious to show him that they had what it takes to be playmates.
Back at the café the mortified Sandy rose and slowly returned to the theater for her clothes.

Until she had met Peter Sandy had not given much thought to Playboy but now she was really curious about all the fuss. She finally got the courage to peek at an issue at a newsstand. Even the cover was provocative; the cartoon rabbit figure looking suave and seductive and pictures of naked ladies in frames around him, beautiful naked ladies. The kind of women Peter must like, the young girl decided. Inside the centerfold was almost frightening in its glamour.
The stately woman in the photograph gazed out at Sandy, daring her to disapprove. Marilyn Cole was brazen in her nakedness, reveling in the glory of complete nudity and complete freedom. She was naked and vulnerable but completely in control. This was an utterly natural woman - all of her. There was nothing to hide, nothing to be ashamed of, nothing that needed to hidden.

Sandy thought of Peter again, remembering the taste of him; she recalled his power, the way he controlled the universe around him. His world was glamorous like the woman in the photograph; this is what he liked so this is what Sandy wanted to be. She remembered his hands cupping her ass and her body tingled as if he were still touching her. She wanted him to touch her again, to touch her everywhere. She wanted to be a playmate, not for other men, but to please Peter. If he would only see her again, then she wouldn’t need to pose for other men. She closed her eyes and remembered Peter’s hands on her rear and she wondered what it would be like to feel his hands on her bare bottom. She swooned and, in her reverie, dropped the magazine.

A few weeks later Peter got a letter forwarded to him from his New York office; he was in Paris and not planning to return for at least a month but the message pleased him: “Dear Peter, I don’t know if you remember me but I hope this picture reminds you of me. You were so nice at our dance recital and after. I think of you a lot (in her little girl handwriting she had underlined ‘a lot’ three times and drew little hearts around ‘you’ making Peter smile at her girlishness) and I wonder if you think of me. What I want you to know is that my birthday is on July seventh and I will be all grown up and READY if you know what I mean (with the phrase ‘if you know what I mean’ underlined in three different colors of ink.) I would love to celebrate my birthday with you” (more hearts.) The closing featured a dozen x and o characters alternating in an orgy of hugs and kisses and the signature was ornate with decorative curlicues. But the girl could not end without a postscript: “Is it true that you are the man who takes the pictures for Playboy? I saw Miss January and she made me jealous that she could be with you.” And, of course, after that yet another postscript: “I really mean it when I say I’m ready. I’m ready for you- to give myself to you. ALL the way. I’m saving my virginity just for you. Xxxooo (I wish there was a symbol for making love)”

The letter made him smile and he briefly wondered how she managed to get his address in New York. He looked at the picture, first admiring the yearning in the eyes of the pretty young thing, then her playful smile. Her back was to the camera and her back was bare and even in black and white her skin glowed with vivacious warmth. She wore the delightful tights and if possible they revealed even more now, as though the almost sheer fabric was merely an idea more than a covering. Every delicious curve of her ass was offered up to him. She bent forward on the cane, lifting herself on her toes so her bottom was high and tight. The skimmer tilted jauntily on her head.

He gazed at her photograph for a long time and only the waiter standing over his shoulder broke his reverie. Peter could tell that he had been studying the picture too. He held it up to him. “She’s very nice, isn’t she?” Peter said in flawless French.

“Indeed,” the waiter agreed. “You are a lucky man.”

“Indeed I am.” Peter slipped the letter and photograph back in the envelope and in his head began composing a telegram to his secretary back in the states. “Paris business going well. Will stop NYC before LA. Book a suite Hotel Shangri-La Santa Monica. Entire month July.” He was interrupted by his date returning to the table. Peter discretely pocketed the envelope as Miss January sat down.

“Good news from home?” Marilyn Cole’s brows arched in curiosity. “I could see you from across the street.” She gestured toward the window of the store where she’d been shopping. “I thought you were going to devour that photograph.”

“Actually it was about you,” he smiled, “Seems you have a fan.”

“Ooooh, “ Marilyn cooed voraciously, “Let me see.”

“Later, right now I feel inspired. I want to take you back to our room.” He rose and tossed some bills on the table.

Marilyn practically leapt out of her seat and grabbed his arm and hustled him back to the Ritz. She knew that when Peter felt inspired that she would be enjoying a sensational time in bed. “Well,” she purred, “Let’s see just how inspired you can be.”

***
“Hello, this is New York calling for Miss Sandra Johnson.”
“That’s me, I’m Sandy.”
“Yes. Sandy…that’s right. I am calling from the Melville Group…”
“Peter!!!”
“Yes, that’s correct. Peter. He asked me to arrange…”
“He wants to see me!”
“Yes, quite. Are you available on July seventh…”
“My birthday!”
“I’m sure. Are you available to…”
“I don’t need a playmate test. All I want is to see him again!”
“Yes, I’m sure. Can we make an appointment for the seventh….?”
“Yes, yes, yes!!”
“I’m sure he will be pleased. He has some specific instructions…”

Even in the raincoat Sandy Johnson turned heads at the Hotel Shangri-La. She smiled sweetly at every leer and wolf-whistle and tipped her cute straw skimmer like a politician in a parade. She probably would have been stopped by hotel security but Peter had called ahead, anticipating the playful girl’s antics. But Sandy was impressed too by all the marble and brass and rich carpet and fine furnishing; she felt slightly overwhelmed by all the luxury and thrilled by it too.

The elevator whisked her up to highest floor and when she stepped out onto the long corridor she saw the door of Peter’s suite open and there he was in the doorway waiting for her. She hadn’t seen him since that first night and now here he was. Her heart thumped in her chest and she suppressed the urge to run down the hall. Instead she giggled lightly and began to strut like a vaudevillian, twirling the cane and taking twirls herself as she got closer and closer. With her ripe shape and restless giddiness, the young beauty seemed ready for harvest. She had a quality that made him think of a young animal coming into its own, like a gauche young filly, soon to become a graceful thoroughbred. There was a kind of aura about her, the spirit of adolescence emerging into the sensitive young woman.

The closer she came the harder it was to control her urge to run to him. She marveled that he could stand so still, his face so calm. Didn’t he want her? Then she saw his smile appear, just the slightest upturn of his mouth; she burst into a run and leapt into his arms, wrapping herself around him and smothering his face with excited licks and pecks. Her lips eagerly pressed over his face; her lively tongue, warm and moist teased over his skin like a zealous schoolgirl tasting sin for the first time.

“Wait, wait, let me look at you,” he laughed and lowered her to the ground. She looked up at him and raised her head and stood on her toes and kissed him; this time the kiss was studied and deliberate, demonstrating the preparation and imagination she had devoted to this tryst with man she wanted for her lover, the man who was going to fuck her virginity away. The kiss was sweet and urgent; every kiss from Sandy was like a first kiss he realized with pleasure. She threw herself completely into pleasing him with that kiss. Her tongue was a fervent dancer and her murmurs and moans were sensual, softly arousing music. She tasted of honey and flowers and even sugar and spice. She kissed with her entire body, her lush breasts pressing against him and heaving with sighs, her hips thrusting up into him, and her hands caressing over his face and torso. In one kiss she was wild and passionate and at the same time delicate and shy. She kissed him to tell him he could have her completely, in totality and in every way. She could keep back nothing.
When the kiss broke she batted her eyes shyly, catching her breath and looking fetching. Then, as if the reality of her situation: the soon-to-be surrender of her maidenhead, suddenly occurred to her she whooped with laughter. “When your secretary called from New York I thought it was a dream.” She squeezed his arms. “You’re really here.”
She gave him a quick schoolgirl peck on the cheek and said breathlessly, “And on my birthday.”

“On your birthday.” He agreed calmly, watching her carefully, gauging her reaction, as if the reality that in a little while he would be stripping her naked and taking her maidenhead had just occurred to him.
Her voice was suddenly solemn. “Yes, my birthday.”

She peered at him anxiously. Close in on his reaction. She hadn’t forgotten that tonight was the night.

She smiled again brightly. “Are we going to stay in the hall?” she teased.

He smiled too and he gestured down the corridor to where she had dropped her hat and cane. “You’ll be needing those.”

She giggled and skipped back to get them, giving him the pleasure of watching her bend from the waist twice to pick up each piece. As she bent the raincoat pulled up and he had a peek at that marvelous ass covered only by that glorious tight leotard. Good girl, he thought; she remembered.

She skipped back down the hall and like an impatient child on Christmas pushed past him into the suite. The room glittered and the naïve girl gasped. Everywhere she looked she saw rich fabric and wood; gold, brass and crystal gleamed everywhere. Then she saw the tripod and camera and a man busying himself with camera equipment. She turned back to Peter, a look of concern on her animated face.

“This is Dan,” Peter explained. “He helps with the photography sometimes.”

“But I told your secretary that I didn’t want to be in Playboy.”

Peter glanced at Dan as if to say “Isn’t she incredible?” He gently explained to the young girl, “These pictures are for me, Sandy.”

“Oh,” she said seriously. She smiled shyly at Dan and continued to look around the suite; the door was open to the bedroom and there were lights and a tripod set up there too. Peter and Dan both studied her as she took in the details of the set-up, the massive bed, satin sheets, the bright lights that would warm her skin as the camera captured the moment his cock… She blushed a sweet scarlet as her eyes widened and her mouth spread out in a lusty grin. “Oh,” she giggled again and looked at Peter.

“It is your birthday,” he said softly and portentously.

“It’s my birthday,” she said to herself, fully understanding what that meant. Her cheeks colored again as he met her gaze; they colored in embarrassment and in pleasure too, as though her insight had been confirmed in a way that satisfied her sense of her own impending fate. Tonight was the night. Absolutely.

“Let me take your coat,” he said and she trembled as he drew closer. She watched his fingers slip each button loose and he slid the coat smoothly off her shoulders and handed it to Dan. Her eyes were downcast but she could feel his eyes admiring her body. She wore the tights and the tight white blouse, but this time the knot on the blouse was higher, covering nothing more than the luscious curves of her succulent breasts and the tights were impossibly tight and almost translucent so that the soft curls of her bush were visible.
She looked up at him and smiled shyly. She fingered the knot on the blouse. “Should I…”
“Let me,” he said bluntly. Her sharp gasp paused him for a moment but her eyes sparkled in invitation.
With one hand between her shoulder blades he guided her deeper into the room. She floated in, as if she were dreaming. His other hand lightly caressed over the soft linen over her warm, quivering breasts. “You have a lovely body, Sandy,” he rumbled smoothly.

“I hope I can make you happy,” she breathed out; she leaned back into the hand between her shoulders and jutted her magnificent chest into his probing fingers.

He chuckled and murmured soothingly, “It your birthday. I’m supposed to make you happy.”

“Oh, you do,” she gushed and he rewarded her with a firm squeeze over the ripe flesh of her breast. “You will…” she added thoughtfully, contemplating what would be happening in the bed.

“And how will I make the birthday girl happy?” he teased and she squirmed as he fondled her more aggressively. She watched the hand mauling her breasts. “How can I make the birthday girl happy?” he insisted.

Still watching the hand on her beast she finally averred, “We’re going to make love…you’re going to do me.”

“Good girl,” he growled as he traced under the breasts until he came to the knotted fabric holding the tight sheer blouse closed. “You’re going to be such a good girl for me, Sandy.” He pulled the end of the knot and the white fabric whispered away from her breasts. She dropped her arms and with the hand on her back he pulled the blouse off and dropped it to the floor. She stood, trembling, resisting the urge to cover herself. She cocked her head to one side. Anxious and adoring but shy and unsure. She felt the strange exhilaration of the explorer crossing into an unknown land; she felt frightened and emboldened.

He had expected her breasts to be magnificent but he hadn’t been prepared for just how glorious they were. The large and round clouds of delectable flesh quivered in offering before him, the nipples hard and firm and the orbs smooth and soft; but it was the trembling of her entire body as she dared to bare herself to him that made the man want to swoop her up and devour her. He stood still and stared at her beauty as she quavered with anticipation. In the end she came to him rising on tip toe for a kiss: another first kiss, all fire and lust and tongues and teeth, a furious kiss, fierce in its contradictions; she surrendered while she resisted and she was innocent while she was lustful. He cupped her bare breasts and she sobbed with pleasure at the first touch and she moaned with ecstasy when he massaged her nipples.

Her fingers caressed over his head and she swooned, leaning back against a wall as he fondled her flesh. Tugging his ears she turned his face to hers. “Peter, do you want to kiss my breasts?” Her voice was tremulous and low. “I want you to,” she begged as she moved his mouth over a rock hard nipple.

His teeth clamped down and she moaned in surrender. His greedy maw sucked ravenously onto her honey-tinged flesh. Wriggling and writhing against the wall she fed him her innocence as her hands roamed over him. She squeezed the muscles of his arms, she squeezed his ass, then her fingers slowly slid over his hips to his crotch.

She could feel his cock throbbing under his trousers and she looked down to where it pressed against her; the size of the bulge stunned her, thrilled her, terrified her. Pulling her face up close to his ear she whispered, “Can I touch it?”
“It’s yours,” he growled and he guided her tiny hand toward the massive shaft.
“For my birthday,” she giggled.
“For your birthday.”
“All for me? All my own? Your cock.” She couldn’t take her eyes off of the bulge. “You’ll…You’ll…put it inside me. And…and…come inside me.”
“Yes, I will.”
“Oh God!”
“Are you afraid, Sandy?”
“No…yes…I want you to do me.”
“Touch it, Sandy.”
“Oh my,” she purred, her palm flat against the cock, “It’s so hard.” Her hand was delicate but excited. “Can I see it?” She was not asking permission; she was already unzipping him. “I’ve never really seen one before,” she said meekly and she knelt to finish undoing the trousers. “I mean, I sort have, you know, seen a peek or too. She now blushed guiltily, “And I kinda watched some X-rated videos to, um, get ready? You know, for tonight.” As she spoke, she kneeled before him, an eager nymphet’s pose of submission. Her fingers were nervously nimble in their pursuit of his cock and she giggled in fright at the size of it when she finally got it out in front of her face. “Can I kiss it?” she pleaded mildly. She held the cock reverently in her hands, a gentle sheath to encompass the throbbing weapon.
“For your birthday.”

“For my birthday,” she agreed and extended her pink tongue out to touch gingerly the hot surface of the shaft. The tip of her tongue flicked over the tip of his cock and she tittered anxiously. “Do I put it in my mouth now?”
“You’re doing everything right.”
She gave a long lick along the length of the shaft; up and down her delicate tongue danced over the throbbing cock while her sprightly body wriggled into a limbo position with his thighs straddling her pretty head and her big creamy breasts rocking in front of him as she wriggled. Her mouth opened wide and with a greedy gulp she and sucked his balls into her mouth as she nuzzled her sweet face into him. Her dexterous fingers stroked up and down the length of his cock, the pace of the strokes increasing as she sucked more eagerly on his balls.

Her sweet mouth never left his crotch as she wriggled back into a kneeling position. Still sucking and licking, she slavered love over his cock as she licked up to the tip and with prideful boldness she wrapped her lips around the head and began to push her face over the cock, gagging and moaning but sucking with enthusiasm; her pillowy lips, mobile and soft, worked hungrily while patiently caressing every inch of his shaft.
This was too good; he knew Dan was using his camera but the lens was focused on the rosy cheeks of the eager girl, the soft cheeks puffed out as she sucked exuberantly. Her sucking and lip smacking noised were punctuated by rapid snaps of the camera shutter.
She was too good to be true and he didn’t want to come yet; he wanted everything. Everything in time, he had waited this long so he wanted to savor his victory. She resisted releasing him, nuzzling her face into his crotch like a girl refusing to give up a lollipop, and she pouted as he raised her to her feet. Sandy’s pout was radiantly cute and irresistible.
Almost regretting the move, he held her blouse out to her. “I want Dan to take some pictures.” She looked skeptical, her brows arched in a comic version of solemnity; she was too vivacious to make it work. “For your birthday,” he said, holding the blouse so she could slide it on.
She wriggled into the garment and turned to let Peter tie it. His fingers caressed over the warm flesh of her trembling breasts and the nipples popped up eagerly. He pulled the fabric tight and snug and lovingly tied a knot below her breasts. She turned to Dan and grinned; the camera flash kissed her and Peter handed her the skimmer and cane and the camera kissed her again. She mugged and danced, letting music play in her head with a rhythm interposed by the clicks of the camera; each snap of the shutter was a tick of the metronome inside her pretty head and with each click she snapped her tight round ass in crisp sexy ticks, first left then right. Her bottom snapped back and forth in a jazzily seductive dance. Standing in front of a mirror she smiled gleefully at her reflection; she saw Peter in the mirror too and she saw his look of approval as he eyed her excellent ass and the camera captured her joy.
Peter stepped into the frame, watching her eyes in the mirror. One hand was flat on her bare belly. The other hand caressed over her bare spine, fingers splayed to tease under the tight blouse and along the elastic band of the tights.
Both hands hovered over her, pressing her while her belly tightened in anticipation. Firm fingers teased over the taut line of fabric where the elastic squeezed over her soft skin; an electric charge rushed through her as one finger lifted the edge, releasing her flesh from the pressure but capturing the flesh too with the warm press of his fingertip and nail. She gasped and watched as one hand slid under the elastic stretching the fabric to almost complete transparency; in the mirror she watched the fingers tease over the curls of her thick deep bush. She felt the other hand slip into the leotard and caress over her ass; she trembled helplessly and suppressed a groan of pleasure. Physically afraid of the body so close to her but anxious for it to be closer she had crossed into new and dangerous territory. She was a flower, a fresh blooming bud. The camera saw it all.
A finger snaked through the bush closer and closer to the magnificently moist slit; Sandy trembled more violently and her knees began to buckle. The cane dropped from her hand and her palms smacked against the mirror in an effort to support her melting body. Her mouth was an O of surprise and O of pleasure, a silent ecstasy even before the finger slid over the lips of the hot wet volcano. Her ass tightened under his touch and she swayed, electric lust rushing from the tips of her toes to the tip of her nose. Her eyes glowed with excitement. Then the finger, still pressed by the tight leotard, slipped between those eager lips; a sharp burst of thrill escaped her mouth and she trembled some more. She drew a deep, moaning breath then whispered, “Oh Peter…” The three groaning syllables portended so much that she couldn’t express in words; the soft groan was a plea for him to take her, to possess her completely.
He could feel the heat from her pussy on his fingertip and he could feel the tension from her ass on his palm. He hesitated, knowing she would explode if his hands moved at all now. The urgency was delicious between them; her eyes pleaded for release, his demanded submission. Like a wave gliding back before smashing into the shore his hand slipped away. Shifting his weight and releasing her, he stepped back and, like a slave obeying her master, she turned to follow.
The bed was an arena, a ring, a court for a struggle and a tussle. She blinked into the lights as he guided her body down onto the sheets. The camera framed it all but all she could see was the lust in his eyes.
Here’s the scene: In the brightly lit bedroom they are kissing passionately and desperately. He’s grunting with excitement and she’s making little whimpers, clearly trying to hide her anxieties. We’re acutely aware of her age and of her virginity. She pulls the knot on the blouse herself, almost offering her succulent flesh to him but rolling away before her glorious mounds are revealed. She’s on her belly and she cooperates, shifting her arms so he can tug the blouse down her spine. She’s topless, her naked back is smooth and warm, the leotard translucent, warm skin blushing underneath the sheer silken fabric. Urged by a nudge from his hands, she moves again rolling over onto her back and there they are: her perfectly wonderful breasts quivering before him. And now he gorges greedily; she’s his completely. His head at her breast, his teeth, tongue and lips working, the nipple impossibly huge in his astonished mouth. She sobs apprehensively, the virgin’s cry of resistance and submission. She begins to writhe, uncertain if she is pulling away or pressing more of her glorious breast into his mouth. He sucks furiously, sucking her in deeply, tasting her soul. She sobs again, innocent and helpless. His hands maul her body, crushing her mouthwatering flesh into his face. Then they move down her belly and he raises his head. She sobs as he traces a line along the edge of the leotard, nudging it down. She hooks two thumbs into the elastic and lifts her rear off the bed; in a graceful push the leotard gathers around her knees. She lifts her legs and he tugs the sheer fabric off completely. She’s completely naked on the bed, completely helpless, entirely his to take at will…
Innocence and lust rushed through the virginal girl and she trembled under his touch. Everything was in slow motion, scored by a low lamenting saxophone moaning in her head. She couldn’t make sense of anything except her desires. When he shifted his body she mewed softly but he tenderly turned her face to the camera; leaning close to her ear he whispered, “Show Dan what you can do.” He slipped away from the lights as the luscious nymphet giggled to the camera. The sultry looks she gave the lens were not poses; she was aroused to misty-eyed distraction and she wanted to be taken. The camera flashed and she moved, displaying her heaving breasts and glistening pussy. She could sense Peter close and she could sense heat rising. Somehow she was certain he would be naked now and ready for her.
Dan took dozens and dozens of shot of the vivacious virgin celebrating her sexuality, one exuberant pose after another. She writhed through a sexy dance, grinning fetchingly sometimes, sometimes pouting like a naughty schoolgirl. She arched her supple body in poses that would make a yoga master jealous. Finally the photographer nodded his approval. Sandy, kneeling on the satin sheets, froze in place; her eyes glinted in anticipation, as her heaving chest, bare and moist, seemed to thrust forward in yearning.

Peter knelt in front of her, leaning in to kiss her once more; her eyes widened with delight but she didn’t dare look down at what she knew was there for her, for her birthday. She kissed ferociously and voraciously, open mouthed and wild. Her hands roamed over his chest and back but didn’t dare go below. His hands squeezed her breasts and she writhed into his touch.
“Oh, Peter,” she squealed girlishly; then his hands slowly glided down over her soft belly. “Ooooo, Peter,” she murmured gently as his fingers swirled over her cute little navel and then sank down towards that precious triangle and she whimpered as his hand brushed over the curls over her pussy, then the finger once again teased inside. One delicate touch spread her open slightly, slowly easing into her innocence. “Ooooooo, Peter,” she mewed like a sex kitten warming in the sun. She gasped and he pushed in deeper. She gasped again.
The young girl’s breathing became shallow and frantic and she gasped for words. “For my birthday, OK?” she pleaded meekly. The breathless words were disrupted by a sharp grasp for breath as the probing finger touched a secret spot inside her, releasing a flood of nectar and throbbing.
“You’re so sweet, Sandy,” he purred, soothing her into submission, “So sexy.” She gasped again as his finger vibrated inside her, probing and manipulating.
In desperation her hands wandered over his body, caressing his muscles, then, drawn like a helpless bird lured to a snake, one hand began to softly stroke his cock, the delicate fingers marveling at the length and girth and stiffness; she shuddered to think that this huge…thing would be pressing deep into her body but she continued to stroke it, as if to memorize every contour. Somewhere her brain made an association between the finger probing inside her and the massive cock in her hand. The torturing finger inside her probed for all her sensual secrets, releasing shock waves of pleasure with every masterful stroke. Her tiny soft hand worked vigorously over the length of his shaft and the throbs of his massive cock in her palm colliding with the throbs inside her tight little snatch released a lightning bolt of bliss inside her skull and she suddenly dreaded the impalement yet to come. With a sharp yelp, she pushed the cock away; her heart was pounding in panic.
“I’m scared,” she sobbed but she held his wrist and drew him in deeper.
“Shhh,” he soothed. “Look at the camera baby; you’re so good, so sexy.” He thought she never looked more beautiful; she looked luscious-- petite and sexy and brave. Frightened too, doing it to prove herself to him. She was trembling.
“Are we gonna do it now?” she whined, half panicky and half hopefully.
“Shhh,” he insisted again. Whimpering softly, the pliant virgin allowed him to slide out his finger and take hold of her hips. She whimpered a bit more as he turned her on her knees until her back was on his chest and her sultry eyes were locked onto the lens of the camera. “Good girl, so good,” he purred, stretching her arms out until she was on her hands and knees, her luscious breasts dangling like delectable fruit. Her delicious dancer’s body molded easily to the commands of his lust.

“I want you so bad,” she whispered solemnly but with a glint of eagerness in her large brown eyes. He snarled in wordless reply and kneeled between her legs; with one hand gripping her shoulder, he pressed the other hand over her belly, his arm tightening around her slender waist. “Oooo, Peter,” she prayed softly. “Shhhhhh, be a good girl, Sandy.”
With some shifts of his crotch, he slid his shaft between her thighs and guided her body into a gentle rocking motion so that her soft moist thighs caressed over his cock. Her supple body danced into the rocking rhythms of his hips. His firm grip on her shoulder and around her waist thrilled her into submission. She tossed her hair over her shoulders and looked over back at him. Her gaze misted into tears as his finger eased between the silken lips of her virgin sex. “Ooh,” she groaned as his finger probed; “Ooooo,” she purred as his finger pulsated inside her. Slipping into helpless surrender she dipped her head down, dropping her chestnut hair over the satin sheets. His finger probed tenderly but resolutely. She gasped, bit down on her lower lip as her fingers knotted the satin sheets. Bobbing her head up and down three times in rapid succession she sent her hair flying; she bucked and throbbed like a wild beast as his finger wriggled deep inside her heat, then the sweet sheath of her sex squeezed over his finger and she took a deep sensual breath. An orgasmic tremor shook her from the white knuckles pressed deep into the satin sheets, to the quiver of her slender arms as she tried to hold herself up; the tremor rocketed from the top of her head and down her spine and from her toes to her thighs and the tremors all collided deep inside her virgin sex. Again she lifted her pretty head and looked back at him, her eyes burning with adulation. “I want you inside me,” she gasped desperately.

Peter grunted and, still holding her shoulder, leaned back to release his cock from the caress of her thighs. It rose behind her like a missile. She saw it and froze, saw his cock, hard and long and wide and poised over the gates of her sex. She moaned and clenched her body, afraid to receive the massive shaft.
The finger slid out slowly but there was pressure behind it, the head of his cock about to push into her. His hands held her hips and he bent forward. “Sandy,” he groaned and pushed in, just slightly but enough to make her flush with desire and sob with fear. Her pussy was tight and soft and wet, kissing over the rock hard power of his shaft. She let out a low plaintive groan, surrendering to the agony as her nubile body quivered and her tight moist sweetness engulfed the head of his shaft.
Struggling on her hands and knees to keep herself upright she pushed back and his cock pushed into her. She winced into the pain while dreading the greater pain to come. “Peter,” she gasped in a frantic plea for mercy. In reply, pressing his lips together in determination, he gripped her hips and pushed some more, filling her tight delicious body. Her body panicked and began to thrash and shriek, wriggling in a pathetic attempt to escape her fate. Peter’s cock fought to stay nestled between the honey-sweet lips of her pussy. He held her hips in place and let her thrashing consume her resistance. She looked back at him, her eyes blazing with outrage; his grip over her hips was firm and his cock’s claim on her virginity was insistent but the young girl continued to struggle. He watched her fight and writhe over his cock and slowly the girl’s agony gave way to pleasure. Her panting murmurs of “No, no, no” slowly elided into sweet purrs of “Oh, oh, oh” as excruciating ecstasy began to warm her. She glanced toward the camera, then to his face. “Look at the camera,” he demanded. Her face stared straight ahead, the lens capturing the sweet anguish on her face. He pushed some more and she rocked back and froze; there it was: the sacred barrier, the tender tissue of her virginity. “Oh Peter,” she sobbed meekly and he paused, savoring the delicious tightness of the trembling virgin surrendering to his cock.
She trembled like a fawn and he bent forward and growled into her ear, “Happy Birthday, Sandy.” With one firm thrust forward he fucked her virginity into oblivion.
She screamed melodiously and completely, the high pitch trill of dread harmonizing into a squeal of delight; her body bucked and bounced and he fucked her in a pounding tumult. Dripping with sweat she slipped on the sheets and fell on her face; he fell with her, bearing down hard on her loving virginal treasure and as his weight bore down on her he pulled her hips back so her thighs were over her calves, giving himself plenty of leverage to plunge his cock deeply and thoroughly into the moaning nymph. The poor girl howled, kicking and pounding the sheets, but tightening her glorious sex around his cock. Wriggling her nubile sex over the ceaseless pounding of the pulsing mass, she sputtered in wordless worship of the throbbing power deep inside her. “Ooo, oooo, oooo,” she pleaded in seductive agony. He rammed in harder and she screamed into the sheets, “I can’t, no, no, please,” she wailed; still her moist hot sex caressed lovingly over the brutal mass thrusting into her.
Pausing, he bent forward to softly to kiss her bare back. God her pussy was tight. “I…I…I…” she wailed in pain.
Soothing her babble of protest he whispered gently, “You’re so good, Sandy, so pretty. You’re my pretty little playmate.” She mewed in submission and he had to have her. He pumped hard, once, twice, three times with furious determination.
He was firm and fierce in his unfaltering fucking, slowly steadying the writhing and struggling girl into sweet submission; her agony waned and pleasure waxed with each stroke and soon he was plunging rapidly and happily into her juicy body, plying her nubile muscles with masterly rhythms, varying the beat of the thrusts so each push into her exploding body was a surprise, a shock, a celebration of her delectable sexuality. The sweet girl giggled now with delight and managed to right herself on her knees and elbows, the better to receive the full thrust of his long thick cock. She mewed girlishly each time he plunged into pay dirt, filling her completely. “Ooooo, this is nice,” she squealed after one long and expert stroke deep inside her virgin sex. The camera saw it all, from the shimmer of her flowing hair as she rocked in rhythm to the sexy curling of her tiny toes with each thrust.
He grunted his agreement and fucked her harder. Her pussy was a masterpiece of Nature at work; soft, warm, and wet, she responded to every stroke with frenetic zeal, now tightening, now writhing and twisting, always urgently seeking more of him inside her. The beauty of this masterpiece of feminine pulchritude was enhanced by the gleam of the girl’s nectar on the huge cock pumping in and out of her depths. He lunged in hard and firm and she screamed; he glided back caressing her insides with his shaft and she gasped. Over and over, lunging and gliding, scream after scream of ecstasy filled the room.
Now he really fucked her; he fucked her softly for a long luscious while, slowly elevating her bliss to new heights, pushing into her lovingly and letting his cock head kiss every tender spot inside her sweet pussy. This went on seemingly forever but without warning he began drilling with a force and speed that threatened to split her in two; again it was endless, this fast and furious balling. In their heightened attentiveness they felt every nuance of every stroke into her scrumptiousness. Sensing her orgasm about to burst he grunted and, without warning, he rammed hard and fierce into her with a velocity that sent her face first into the pillows. Her arms and legs thrashed over the sheets as he fucked her. She could feel his cock throbbing in her and felt overwhelming sensations flood over her, an orgasm mixing with the transfiguration of her virginity, the best and most amazing orgasm of her young life. She came in waves, twisting her head back and forth in shock and came again as he blasted into her. She came in colors, a rainbow of youthful vitality exploding into a magnificent chaos of light and sound: crystalline sharp one second, then warm and delicate as dew on a morning glory. She came in explosions piled on earthquakes piled on quasars. She arched her back and raised her head, howling uncontrollably in the throes of agonizing bliss. Her girlish voice spiraled into arias of ecstasy and pain mixed with prayers for mercy and revenge.
The heat of his seed spread through her young body and she was crazed with a frenzied energy. Gushing white gold into her glowing body, he pumped again and again: once, twice, three times- over and over shooting and pumping- eighteen deep thrusts into her softness to mark her surrender, and again and again she sobbed and clenched him gratefully with her young tender sex until he filled her completely.
In her childlike vitality she was giddy and tearful, a dynamo of erotic energy. She throbbed with joy and giggles and her sweat-drenched body, still in its virginal glow, squirmed out from under him and with girlish ardor she began to lick and kiss and fondle him entirely. Her tongue, sweet and pink, was everywhere licking; her teeth, pearly and playful, were nibbling. Her lips, rosy and warm, were kissing giddily. Her fingers fondled and pinched and squeezed every inch of him; she eagerly caressed him with her toes and she hungrily cuddled him with her entire body.
“This is my best birthday ever,” she gushed girlishly. “I want to do this forever!”
She continued to squirm and wriggle and assail him with playful lust. Soon he was hard enough again and she spread her legs, drawing him over her, crushing her breasts against his chest as he guided his cock back into her sweet sweet pussy. She kissed his face and twirled her tongue into his mouth letting the writhing of her body urge him on to fuck her some more.
She was impossibly tight; her sheath rippling with magic over his throbbing cock. His body stroked in slow deliberate motion, the strokes of a lover caressing her depths. They went slow at first, making their plans with each stroke and knowing they would be fucking for a long time. This was her birthday party; now it was time for fun. She giggled with pleasure and he balled her with the cavalier energy of callow youth; they were teens behind the stands at the stadium and she was the girl giving her cherry happily. Now he fucked her hard and furious; she squealed with surprise and it was a midnight rape, a dark alley and an overpowering brute robbing her innocence and she threw herself at him with zeal. They rolled over the bed in a tangle of sheets and skin, screwing into each other with their limbs wrapped in impossible positions; they were porn stars screwing insanely and showing off their lust; then she was the ingénue, the teenage star bonking on camera. He rammed in hard, a pirate ravishing a princess bride; and he rammed in again, 007 claiming his Bond girl trophy. Finally he did her in measured, lugubrious strokes, a lazy, easy balling into a tender trembling girl; she mewed softly as he balled in rolling waves, an ocean rolling in over her, slow and easy but strong and deadly. She mewed some more, her nubile body quivering with bliss; she bent her chin to her chest and looked down at her body and her eyes sparkled in an awed trance as they watched his cock slide in and out of the glistening curls of her pussy. “I love you Peter,” she purred reverently. In and out the shaft plunged through her moist warm innocence; she rocked her torso in unison with each thrust but as her ecstasy swelled she ground hips against him, driving the pace into an ever-hastening sprint to the finish, urging him to fuck her harder.
He cracked and so did the laws of the universe; their bodies writhed and slammed together, a juggernaut of twisting groping limbs thrashed over the sheets, her hair flying, her succulent breasts thrusting into the air, her juicy ass bouncing and rocking. Time stood still as they fucked franticly like champion gladiators. In and out of her delicious virginal body he plunged, over and over, in and out of her sweetness; then she squealed, one sharp cry from a wounded fawn. He froze, his cock throbbed, coming once- a thick storm of white fire flooding into her soft virginity, “Wow,” she gasped and his cock jerked and was coming again- sharp staccato bursts blasting the throbbing girl into orgasm; she came in floods of nectar streaming over his cock and tears streaming down her cheeks and she giggled and she came feeding her succulent breasts into his mouth. She came with howls and then finally the pace slowed and he tenderly made love to his innocent lamb, his sweet little birthday girl. Her sweaty flesh glided over the sheets as he drove in and out, in and out over and over, her sexy sheath tight and wet around him. Her fingers were butterflies fluttering over his back as he lovingly possessed her virginal body. She came in a rosy blush of pride and sweet chiming giggles; then he came in a low roar and a huge sweep of heat over her entire body, and she came again, slow and soft, her lips parting in murmurs of affection, her brown eyes burning behind her tears.
Dan’s camera captured everything and when the lovers parted briefly, so luscious Sandy could get a drink of water and recover herself, the photographer snapped some delicious candids of the blissed-out girl prancing naked through the hotel suite.
Back in bed Sandy took charge. Seating Peter on the edge of the bed she knelt before him and announced, “I am going to suck on your cock!” She was already stoking it with gentle loving fingers and caressing it over her cheek. “I watched a movie? And this girl made her man so happy by sucking on his cock.” She eagerly licked up and down the throbbing shaft. “And then, he…ohmygod it was amazing… he came right on her face.” She grinned up at her lover, her master, then she licked and kissed over the cock again. “Will you come on my face?” She kissed the shaft fervently. “Please, Peter, please; come on my face.” Her lips engulfed him and she slurped and sucked zealously, bobbing her head up and down and making up with enthusiasm what she lacked in experience. It wasn’t long before the cock was blasting a rapid volley of white cream into her glowing face. She giggled through it all before scampering to the bathroom as she licked him off her lips.
She came back showered and perfumed and frantic for more sex. Peter happily obliged the imaginative girl.

They were still fucking when Dan packed up his gear and silently left the room. Many hours passed after some sleepy fucking, followed by pleasant dreams filled with blissful serenity, then some early morning drilling with Peter’s cock hammering brutally into the bucking thrashing girl. Sandy howled joyously and sobbed ecstatically; “I love it when you come inside me. Never let it stop,” the precious girl purred in the midst of another mind-blowing orgasm. He responded by rolling her over and preparing her juicy bottom for his assault.
Peter stuck to his plan and the entire month of July was dedicated to sex with the nubile and eager Sandy. He worked during the day, returning in the evening to dinner with the delicious Sandy, followed by an night of passionate sex from an eager nymphet. Every night the flexible girl dazzled him with new tricks she invented for their sexual adventures. Every morning he suggested she become a playmate but she demurred for months, instead keeping him company in his bed and giving him cosmic sex whenever possible. August found him heading off to Chicago for business and more playmate scouting. But for a long time after, Peter always made time when he was in LA for the lively chestnut haired dancer who was so passionate in bed.

It was almost a year later that the publisher, finally seeing the photos of the delightful girl demanded that she be made a playmate.

Sandy could not say no.

[keats]

Peter was snapping his fingers to a jazz tune he was hearing in his head, but not in a hipster way; the only way to describe his mood was jazzed up. Peter was young, a self-made millionaire before he was thirty, and he was enjoying life. Today he was feeling good because the publisher of Pl@yb*y Magazine had challenged him to convince a shy young girl, Cynthia Myers, to becoming a Pl@ym@te; not only did he convince her but he had bedded the bodacious beauty too. Now Pl@yb*y had an iconic Miss December and Peter was back at the Mansion looking over the final galley proofs for the April 1968 issue. Sure, there was an interview with a US senator, an interesting science article, the usual classy fiction, even an article by J. Paul Getty. But it was the centerfold, Miss April who got Peter’s attention and put him in a finger snapping mood.

In Gaye Rennie's centerfold she's seated on one studio prop with one foot up on another. There’s nothing fancy or showy in the shot except the stunningly sensual beauty of the girl. The pose displays her flawless skin and the lush curves of her firm and creamy breasts; the bright pink nipples seem to yearn for kisses. But most of all it’s her effervescent sensuality that breathes life into the photograph. Her slender white arms drape languidly over her propped up knee; the fingers poised with the elegance of a ballerina. Her feet arch up to accent the supple grace of her legs. The deep crimson of the tights subtly harmonizes with the flawless glow of her California girl tan, but one legging is sexily stripped off and, arranged casually over her hip, the fabric, teases a hint of a peek at the sweet soft curls of a golden bush. The breasts defy gravity, the pose emphasizing their perfect shape and rise, and they offer a promise of sensual delights. You take in every detail: a crown of golden hair in a short but extremely feminine wave and cheekily almost sliding over one cocked eye. The girl, the color and the light harmonize into a perfection of grace and bodily form.
But it’s her face, a presence so full of energy and vitality, an almost brazen sexuality that belies her tender years. Her luminous skin glows with a freshness, breathing life into the photograph. Her unabashed gaze is a challenge, a tease, a promise. An intelligence radiates beyond the eyes; they are practically winking at you as you get lost in her youthful and beauteous allure.

Peter turned his attention to the other photographs; a dazzling, sunny smile burst out on every page. He skipped the captions and narrative, knowing it for bullshit and, oddly it was a series of candids of her bowling that gave him pause. Her graceful arms, her fluid motion even in the stills, the poise of her limbs as she rolled the ball down the alley, even the giddy collapse as she watched the ball slip into the gutter, it all summed up the vivacious allure of this gorgeous girl. He decided to take a trip to California.

Gaye’s contract stipulated the standard two year Pl@ym@te commitment; she was on call for personal appearances and publicity shoots and there was always a chance she might be a model in the fashion section of the magazine. So she was not surprised at all when she was told that she would be picked up for a photography session back at Jewel City Bowling where some candids for her Pl@ym@te spread had been shot. She was expected to dress in the same outfit to match the previous photos.

Eager to please, she was ready at the appointed time. Her suit was wool plaid with a form fitting blazer and clam-digger slacks; she liked how the dark sleeveless sweater she wore with it effectively showed off her figure. She dreamily brushed the golden silk of her bobbed hair and waited for the car but she was not expecting the large classic limousine that pulled up in front of her house. Two men got out; the driver wasn’t liveried, instead he wore casual clothes: Hawaiian shirt and chinos, and he had a friendly expression. The other man was dressed casually too, but much more elegantly: a blue blazer, khaki pants with a crisp crease, a blue Oxford shirt open at the neck, and expensive Italian loafers.

Both men smiled warmly as she approached the car and the driver held the door for her while the other man made quick introductions. “I’m Peter; this is my friend Dan. He won’t say much but he’s an excellent photographer.”

Gaye introduced herself, shaking hands all around; as she climbed into the limo she asked, “What do you do for the magazine?”

The slam of the limo door muffled his chuckle and his answer was vague. “Oh, I help out with investments and such; sometimes I do a bit of scouting.”

Gaye furrowed her brow for a moment; she was already a Pl@ym@te and her issue would be out in a month or so, so why was a scout here? She shrugged it off; maybe there would be other modeling assignments. Instead she chirped, “I’m so glad we’re going back to Jewel City! Bowling is such fun; I’m not very good but the noise and lights…wow! I’m so bad they almost gave me a trophy for setting the low score record but I always have a good time there.” She continued to chat away the time as the limo drove to the bowling alley but she was surprised to see the parking lot was nearly empty. “Is it closed?” she pouted.

Peter patted her knee. “Don’t worry; I’ve rented the entire space for the evening.”

“Wow!” Her girlish enthusiasm was endearing and disarming and she didn’t notice Peter and Dan exchanging glances in the mirror.

The sweet girl prattled away about different bowling disasters as they entered the vast room. Jewel City Bowling was a jewel (and it still is.) Built in 1936, it was renovated in the fifties when they installed the first automatic pin setters in Southern California and the alleys still looked brand new fifteen years later. The lights and décor were bright and garish in the 50s style so Gaye’s plaid suit fit right in. It was strange to see the place all lit up but empty; she also noticed some camera lights, tripods and other gear were set up at a lane near the far end. This was going to be a real shoot! She looked around for make-up and wardrobe but only the venue manager was there. He was shaking hands with Peter and handing some keys to Dan. He saluted Gaye on his way out, locking the door behind him.

“Shall we select shoes?” Peter said agreeably and the vivacious girl did not need to be asked twice; what a thrill to be able to pick your shoes she thought to herself as she scrabbled behind the counter. She played clerk to the men and Dan finally spoke, “Nine and a half.”

Soon they were bowling in the alley next to the camera set up; neither Gaye nor Peter was very good but Dan made up for their lack of talent. But what they missed in points they made up in laughter and joking. Gaye sipped on a Coke and Peter teased her because apparently Pepsi was the official drink for Pl@ym@tes and they both teased Dan who kept getting strikes and knocking down splits.

The entire time Gaye’s infectious laughter echoed through the bright empty hall. She had a very winsome, childlike quality to her, a certain innocence that played against the sexuality that her curvaceous body offered up. She had slipped off the jacket when she bowled and her lithe arms looked lovely against the dark of the sweater. The tight slacks hugged her hips and when she bent down to bowl both men delighted in the splendid shape of her youthful bottom. The vitality and energy she expended into having so much fun drew a glistening sheen of sweat on her brow. Finally, she wiped her face with a towel. “I must be a mess,” she declared, grinning broadly. Her smile was movie star bright. “I’m going to have to fix myself up for the shoot.” She nodded towards the camera setup. Dan had been shooting candids but she wondered when they were going to do some posing.

“You look lovely,” Peter asserted honestly, “But perhaps it is time to move on.” Gaye’s smile became Cinerama bright and Dan nodded silently, moving over to his camera bags and turning on lights.

Peter helped her back into her jacket but he left his blazer off as he protectively wrapped an arm around her shoulders and guided her to the cameras. Gaye, without thinking about it, put her arm around his waist and leaned her head against his shoulder. She felt nicely warm and secure. Still giddy from the bowling, but in a dreamier mood now; she felt like Prince Charming was escorting her to a ball.

Peter guided her to a banquette in front of the cameras and sat next to her, his arm still around her shoulders. The table had been removed so Dan’s camera could more easily photograph the handsome couple.

Peter squeezed the luscious Pl@ym@te’s shoulder. “You know, you’re a lovely girl, Gaye.” She blushed sweetly. “I saw the proofs of your Pl@ym@te spread; it’s going to be spectacular.” Her blush turned scarlet.

He pulled her in closer. “But do you know which pictures made me want to meet you? The ones shot right here in this bowling alley. It was your smile. It is your smile.”

She rewarded him with a megawatt dosage of her radiant charm. Then her face softened; she was thinking deeply; the silence of the hall weighed on her but she felt safe with him, safe with the clicking of Dan’s cameras too. Suddenly her smile recalled the enigmatic sly smile of her centerfold shot. “These photographs are for you, aren’t they?”

Peter just nodded, watching the intelligent glow in her eyes as she worked things out. She scrambled out of his arms and walked away from him; but with the instincts of a model, she was never out of the range of the lights and the camera. She turned back and looked at Peter, her young and pretty face in a thoughtful pout, her eyes misty with emotion. He rose, moving as if approaching a wounded bird. She touched his face and Peter kissed her gently; her mouth, soft and warm and her kiss, pliant and eager. He put his hands on her waist and she looked down at his fingers as they plied her curves and at the first touch she trembled under the firm pressure. She watched his hands slowly rise over the fabric of her sweater, caressing her belly, then her breasts. Her eyes glistened as he fondled her and slowly tugged the sweater up. Her belly was bared for just a second but she stayed his hand and, gazing up at him, saw the burning lust in his bright eyes.

“Are we going to….make love?”

“Yes, we are. Here, then back at my apartment.”

“Here?”

“That’s right, and Dan is going to take pictures.”

“Oh.” Her voice quivered slightly in hesitation but she slid her arm around his waist and leaned her pretty head into his shoulder. He draped an arm around her shoulder; before, when he had his arm around her, she felt protected, but with his arm around her this time she felt claimed, his possession, and as she leaned into him she knew she was surrendering. With a firm grip on his young Pl@ym@te he guided her back to the banquette. She smiled shyly at Dan, giving him permission to take the erotic pictures that were about to happen.

They sat in front of the cameras, pausing for just a moment but then Peter’s hands rose again; she watched as his fingers fondled her lithe and lovely breasts through the sweater. She purred softly as he worked the jacket off again and caressed her bare arms. “So pretty,” he growled and she smiled serenely. She watched him lift the sweater up, first baring her flat firm belly again, then showing the black bra under the sweater; she raised her arms in surrender and he tugged the sweater up and off her.

She dropped her arms, palms out like a supplicant, and jutted her chest out proudly as he admired the firm shape of her breasts under the bra. She turned her back to him and offered the hooks to his eager hands and she giggled as the elastic strap eased away from her body and the shoulder straps slid down her arms. The cups fell away but she modestly crossed her arms over her chest as she turned back to him. Her smile was wicked and playful, provoking him to take her.

And he did. Pulling her arms away, he bent in and began to devour the succulent sweetness of her breasts and nipples, each firm nub sweet as candy and the creamy flesh luscious as honey. She writhed into his sucking and slurping, murmuring wordless encouragement, then she abruptly pushed him away.

Topless, she wriggled out of his arms and laughed as she skipped down the bowling lane, pausing for a moment to give Dan and his camera a seductive, playful wink. “Want to make love here,” she sang out and slid down the polished surface towards the pins.

Peter stood at the foul line and waited patiently, silently; the lens of Dan’s camera stayed focused on the beautiful girl. The nubile young Pl@ym@te pranced down the lane, giggling as her firm ripe breasts glowed under the lights of the alley. Approaching the pins she turned back to him and his steadfast gaze stilled her.

She stood in front of the pins and she looked fragile and delicate; his power seemed to roll down the alley, ready to knock her over. Suddenly, it seemed, playtime was over; time now to surrender. She saw burning in his pupils the desire to fuck her. She trembled, gazing back at him with sparkling eyes and biting her lower lip nervously.

She heard the sound of the zipper on her pants opening before she realized that she was pulling it down herself. She gracefully slipped off the bowling shoes and her socks and, still solemnly gazing at him, tugged the slacks off her legs and left the garment in a pile with the shoes. Barefoot, she padded back down the alley, her tiny feet leaving moist prints that quickly faded under the lights. The petite nymphet paused midway down and wriggled her luscious body out of her panties. She stood under the bright alley lights and with her hands on her waist she let his eyes and Dan’s camera feast on her gloriously nude body.

Then she approached him, moving in steady, calm steps, never letting her eyes leave his. Finally they were face to face and he took her in his arms, kissing her passionately as she ripped off his shirt and opened his belt. She let out a frantic gasp as she opened his pants and pushed them down just enough to see his cock in full erection but then he knelt before her nude body and tenderly kissed her belly.


Excited and aroused, she shifted from foot to foot, jiggling her luscious breasts as her thighs caressed each other and she writhed into the kisses over her belly. She was slippery between her legs now. Her bud was tingling and begging for attention beyond the slick movement as she pranced before him.
She was desperate, enticed by the look of him, naked to the thighs, kneeling.
Deliberately she gripped his shoulders so she could stand directly in front of him, blood tingling in every part of her, then she ran her hands across the swell of her breasts, the flat pane of her stomach and down, over soft blonde curls of her pussy.
He moaned.

She ached for the feel of him, hot and hard inside her. But first.
“Lick me.” She had no sooner given the order than he fell forward into her, one hand feeling around her legs to grab her bottom and pull her to his wet mouth.
His tongue found her almost immediately, licking at her nub with long, sure movements. She looked down at her scandalously naked body, Peter’s head between her spread legs. His tongue was insistent, regularly circling over her clitoris, unrelenting. She was already aroused, close to the edge. The firm, wet rhythmic rolling of his tongue spiraled her upward.
It was too quick and too much. She grasped on to the back of his head, holding on to his silky hair as his tongue unrelentingly pushed passionate feeling into her core. The pleasure burst in a sudden white flash. Her inside muscles pulsed against nothing. Want for his fingers, or better still, his cock deep in her while she came, almost overwhelmed her.

As the sensation receded, she found her hands had slipped and she was gripping the soft back of his neck, nails dug into his skin to steady herself. It left red marks when she loosened her fingers. She felt a possessive thrill of satisfaction that he might see those scratches in the mirror that evening and remember this moment.

He moved his head back to look up at her, eyes wide and darkened, pupils dilated. She became aware of the feel of his left hand, still holding her buttocks. His other hand was on his cock, sliding up and down, revealing and covering the reddened head.
Want spread through her anew.

She had to know what it was like to have him inside her tight moist depths and fucking her.
So she held his shoulders and allowed herself to slip downward, her body next to his until they were face-to-face, on their knees.

When she reached down and grasped his swollen member and brought him toward her with it, his breath caught in a gasp. He was hot stone beneath her fingertips, and she wanted him inside her. At the same time, his hands came up and caressed the warm curves of her breasts.
Holding her gaze, he leaned his mouth down to her nipples, and his onslaught sent shocks of pleasure through her. She arched back to give him better access to her body and reveled in his worship and the careful pressure he exerted on her breasts, neither too much nor too little.

She had to have it all. Tightening her fingers around his cock in insistence, she told him, “Now.”

They were a tangle of limbs and his clothing, her thighs over his and arms across each other’s. Refusing to relinquish her hold on his hardness didn’t help, but he was hers and she wouldn’t let him go.
When they were chest to chest, Gaye’s back on planks of the alley, she guided him to her tender sex. He held there above her, his cock against her slickness, braced on arms she wouldn’t be able to span with her hand, waiting for her approval.
“Yes,” she instructed him, tilting up her hips as he surged forward into her wetness. It was a sudden invasion, stretching her tightness. He was scorching and thick and he was oh, oh, so good.

“More,” she said, pressing upward to bring him deeper so that her clit rubbed against him.

Slowly, he obeyed, thrusting deep and steady at first, then at her whispered urges, faster and longer, with a solid rhythm. Her young and nubile body responded eagerly to every stroke. The feel of him deep inside her was a sweet surrender, so precious, so wonderful. The push of his width on the sensitive spot inside her and the brush of his skin on her clitoris forced incoherent words from her mouth.

He lowered his head to hers, and their lips met in a gentle kiss that immediately deepened, their mouths opening to each other. This was the best time, she realized. She was surrendering her young and tight body to this strong and demanding cock. Immediately it was a frenetic kiss, tangling tongues and knocking teeth. Not pretty or elegant, but passionate and messy. His lips were cool compared to the burning heat of his cock inside her and the fine roughness of his stubble rubbed on her cheek.

He was a big man and he was doing her bidding, and that thought chased arousal down her torso. She was so close. Just a little more and she would tip over.

“Harder.” Her young voice was shrill with girlish urgency. Reaching around, she dragged her fingernails across his buttocks and he gasped in response.
“Yes,” he whispered, shifting his face into the crook of her neck, pounding into her. She smoothed her palm across the straight ridges she’d made in his skin. It was beyond her to resist the temptation to touch him. The smoothness of his skin called out for her.
His wide cock pushed against that sensitive place inside her, while his hand inserted between their bodies. He stroked her from the outside and inside simultaneously, a sensation almost too good, too much, mounting pleasure in her. Just a little more, just a spike to push her over the edge.
Raising her hand, she smacked down hard on his ass cheek. An indistinct sound of need came from him and she could feel him swelling inside her. She giggled girlishly, reveling in her victory; the pleasure nearly overwhelming her. She brought her hand down again onto the warmed skin of his ass, stinging her own hand as well as his flesh.

Gaye recognized the coming bliss in two heartbeats. The first beat was a rising one, which faltered at the top. The second one caught up with it, picked up its momentum from the crest of the wave, and both came down together like a rearing horse that falls.

It spiked inside her, and the orgasm rolled across her body, from nipples to toes, so strong she shut her eyes against the warm glow of the lights and his irises.
As the waves receded, she opened her eyes. He was holding himself above her on just one arm, not crushing her with his weight. The strength of him, contained and used for her pleasure, caused another surge of lust in her. She tightened her hold on him, pulling him into her, forcing him harder and faster into her and was rewarded by his breath roughening, uncontrolled.
“I’m going to come,” he gasped, the words coming from deep in his throat, his voice strained and desperate.
“Yes.” Digging her fingers into the firm muscle of his buttocks, she felt it when he came, the sensation amplified by his groan. His seed seemed to push up into her and the head of his cock stretched her, filling her. His muscled body was solid and still, apart from his chest heaving with exertion. He was a stone creature, entirely alive and utterly impossible.
His breath was steamy on her neck, his soft lips touching her neck in a sweetly erotic kiss. They remained locked together for some minutes, both silent.
Eventually, when their breathing had slowed, he eased off her and reached for his shirt.
A flush swept over her. He would clothe himself without saying anything and leave her, shamed by her uncontrolled desires.
Instead, he took the tail of his shirt, leaned forward and touched it to the wetness between her legs, using it to gently dry her. With careful, respectful fingers, he helped her rearrange her hair and these delicate attentions almost made the young girl swoon. He had fucked her hard but knowing he could be so tender towards made her feel like she was the all more exposed.

She could feel his warmth surrounding her and she also, finally, sensed Dan and his omniscient camera close by. She slowly turned her head, almost as if she had to struggle against the magnetism of Peter’s gaze and there was Dan silently urging them to rise and move back to the banquette.

In his own way Peter had been as thunderstruck by the magnificent fucking as Gaye had been; the innocent and youthful abandon in the writhing of her tight sweet body had enthralled him and all he could think of was drilling into her again. He rose first and pulled her up; holding her hand like a lovesick boyfriend he followed Dan back to the banquette and the camera setup.

Gaye stretched her lithe and pliant body over the seat of the banquette, vamping for Dan’s camera as his lens drank in the sensual glow of her nude nubile body. Peter watched her tease the camera with her flashing eyes and sexy smile as he shucked off the rest of his clothes.

She was face down on the seat, the vinyl sticking to the sex sweat on her belly; her chin was in her hands and her sparkling eyes signaled to Peter that it was time for him to join her. As he approached she rolled over and held her slender arms wide in eager invitation.

He climbed on top of her, pushing one leg between hers, sliding one arm under her shoulders. She wrapped one arm around his shoulders and slipped the other under her head.

They kissed, a fervent hungry contest of wills. Peter shifted himself so he was along side her and her nude body was open to the camera. He lifted his head from the kiss and with burning eyes scanned the carnal feast of her young body. Gaye’s worshipful eyes followed his gaze as he drank in her firm round breasts, her flat fluttering belly, the dewy curls of her young sex, the lissome and graceful lines of her legs, and the nervous girlish wriggling of her toes.

He stroked her hair tenderly with one hand as the other slid over her belly and up to her breasts; first he lovingly traced the soft lines between her California girl tan and the pale white of her breasts, then slowly described circles around the flawless flesh of each mound. He kissed lightly over her eyes then caressed her throat with his lips savoring the sleek velvety sweetness.

Her eyes followed the progress of his mouth and her pupils burned in a conflagration of girlish wonder and teenage insolence. Her gaze seemed to dare him and dread him at the same time. Between her breasts his tongue flicked up the delicate beads of sweat tasting of salt and sugar. And then those breasts, at first his arm was around her shoulders, holding her close because she was aroused and skittish and almost pulling away in mild resistance as his mouth assaulted her chest but the whole time her eyes watched him eagerly; his other hand was caressing and squeezing the creamy soft flesh and the smooth skin was warm and moist and then his lips brushed over the raised texture of her areola and the tip of his tongue picked up an even sweeter, fresher succulence, and his lips and his teeth found the candy-hard pink of her nipple and sucked in the honey sweet warmth, devouring her vivacious innocence and the tastes of her, the moist flesh, as her succulent skin was sucked into his voracious mouth. Soft mews of pleasure brushed over her lips like a springtime breeze and she, jutting forward, fed him her flesh; it took two hands now to maul and mold her creamy breasts as he feasted on her scrumptious and delectable nipples. Her adoring eyes smoldered, witnessing the overwhelming devouring of her soft flesh. His avaricious, insatiable sucking formed an intensity of pressure creating a cosmos of sensual delight; nothing existed except the scrumptiously harmonious flavors of breast, areola, and nipple swirling into a delectable banquet of sensual pleasure.

While he was wolfing down her sweet moist flesh Gaye’s hands were wandering frantically over his muscles, savoring his power as he took her. Slowly her fingers slid to his waist, trembling as they reached out to shyly touch his throbbing cock but he shifted, encouraging her to take hold of the pulsating shaft. As she stroked him the sucking on her nipples became an electric shock sending lightning bolts of orgasm through her body from her heaving chest to her wriggling toes.

In her panting and squealing ecstasy she undulated and writhed until Peter was on his back and she was upright, straddling his hips and trembling in the aftershock of a climax created through her throbbing nipples. She contemplated him through dreamy half opened eyes, her mouth an enigmatic smile. A click of Dan’s camera made her turn her head and she gave the lens the same sensual regard.

Both her delicate hands were stroking his cock as she pressed its length over her pussy and belly, the tip almost teasing her navel. She licked her lips the way teenage girls do before they attack an ice cream sundae or the dance floor and she raised her nubile body up on her knees, stretching herself until the tip of his cock found purchase at the gates of her sex.

The young Pl@ym@te smoldered and gyrated as she lowered herself onto the cock; as its mass filled her she quivered and groaned but savored each millimeter entering her as she descended slowly. Her chest heaved in the exertions and she dropped her head back as ecstasy filled her. Already a climax was rising in her tightness and, in her girlish imagination, she saw an Angel of Ecstasy hovering over her, its wings beating frantically to match her frantic breathing. Finally, almost mercifully, the curls of her pussy intermingled with the hairs around his crotch. The huge mass of him inside her kept her trembling and groaning in delicious agony and when he jerked his hips to thrust into her he triggered storm of sexual energy inside her and the young girl writhed and gyrated, her supple body twisting and rocking over the cock, and she bounced up and down as the soft moistness of her sex caressed over the throbbing veins of his shaft.

She danced crazily and endlessly, drawing out what seemed to be an infinite orgasm but then she froze and locked her eyes on his, both of them still throbbing with impossible bliss. “You’re inside me!” she gushed, her voice ringing in victory and then he shot into her, a white hot comet, then another, and another and her body rattled and thrashed and she eventually collapsed and crashed into his chest.

She slipped down, reclining on the vinyl seat, her moist skin glowing with sensual warmth. Peter backed away and huddled in conversation with Dan. Gaye was aware dimly aware of their whispering and even Peter’s bemused surprise at Dan’s request.

When both men returned to her, Peter’s smile was perplexed and playful. He crouched low, moving his face close to hers. She reached out her arms but he waved her off.

“This is something new,” he chuckled. “You’ve made quite an impression on Dan.”

Gaye looked at the photographer, seeing him for the first time without camera equipment in his hands; his look was solemn, earnest.

“He’s photographed many beautiful girls for me, including several Pl@ym@tes but he’s never…” Peter paused and arched his brow. Gaye’s eyes darted between the two men and she finally read the request in their gaze. Her face glowed, blushing and delighted.

“Come here,” she gestured to Dan as she knelt on the seat, her nude body radiating sex. She bent Dan to her face and kissed him lovingly while her hands opened his pants. So his cock was pulsing in her sweet mouth and Dan was groaning with pleasure but instead of coming down her throat, he and Peter turned the girl around. As Peter stood behind the banquette he held the kneeling girls arms and Dan began to fondle her firm tight bottom. She instantly released what was coming and began to squirm in resistance but Peter held her arms tightly even as he stroked her soft blushing cheek.

“It’s OK, Gaye, Dan’s going to make you feel so good. You’re going to have a beautiful climax, such a beautiful girl.” Meanwhile the pressure of Dan’s cockhead pushing into the snug rose of her bottom made the poor girl groan. Her eyes pleaded with Peter but he just smiled at her. “Good girl, you’re such a good girl.” He tightened his grip on her arms and Dan began to pound away. Gaye shrieked and howled, but, as Peter had promised, an incredible orgasm began to swell deep inside her.

Holding her hips, Dan thrust deeper and deeper, faster and faster, coming in a fireball that ignited a vast conflagration in the girl’s trembling body. She came in a roar like a forest fire bursting over dry trees in a drought. She came again and came again until her screams and consciousness faded to silence.

Gaye awoke in the back seat of the limo, her naked body wrapped in a blanket as Peter held her close to him. The lights of Los Angeles fluttered through the window. “Where are we going?” she purred silkily.

“I’m taking you home.”

“My home?”

“No, my home.”

Gaye smiled her megawatt smile. “Good, we’re not finished yet,” she murmured as she squirmed around so she could undo his pants as she licked her lips in anticipation.