11 comments/ 170005 views/ 36 favorites One Thing Leads to Another By: KarlMartinK Melissa was downright hot. When her parents moved out of the townhouse next to mine and Melissa and her two college room-mates moved in, I was one happy man. Every time I saw her, she was either on her way back from the gym dressed in some workout clothes or on her way back from class in a pair of jeans and a T shirt. I think anything she wore would look sexy on her. She had that kind of body. Talking to her, on the other hand, was a completely different story. She was probably 20 or 21 years old and I'm 32, but when we talk, we're not just on different levels, it's like we're from completely different planets. Whenever she (or one of her friends) starts talking, I just can't help myself, but I almost immediately tune her out and start checking her out. I knew one day that habit was bound to get me in trouble. On one afternoon, I was coming home from work and ran into Melissa in the driveway. She smiled and after exchanging greetings, she started going on and on about something to do with a massage therapy class or something and something to do with practical exercises and such. With her standing there in a tight pair of low-rise jeans and a little belly shirt, I really couldn't concentrate on what she was saying and lost the whole context of the message. I usually don't get that caught up in staring at a girl, but she really didn't have shit to say and as I checked her out, I could see the waistband of her thong sticking right up and out the side of her jeans. The thong matched her shirt and was sticking out a good inch above the waistband, like it was meant to be on display. She kept rambling on and on about some new class she was in and was just grinning from ear to ear and she even started twisting her hair with the fingers of one hand. I got the impression she really liked talking about this new class, whatever it was. I'm sure she said what it was, but I wasn't listening. I kept just answering "uh-huh" to whatever she said, but I had no clue what she was talking about until she reached out and grabbed me on the arm and said, "Oh, cool, so are you free this afternoon?" "This afternoon?" I asked. "Free?" What was she talking about? "Yeah," she said, giggling a little. "It's only going to take about and hour and I promise it won't hurt." "It won't?" I asked. What the hell was she talking about? "No, silly," she said, obviously thinking I was joking around with her. "I'm a student, but I promise, I'll be gentle." "Okay," I said. "What time?" I think I'd agreed to doing some homework or something with her. She'd asked me for help with math homework in the past and I'd helped her do a thesis paper on economics, so it wouldn't be out of the question for her to ask me for some help with something, but I also vaguely remembered her saying something about some massage therapy class, but how could she need help with that? I don't know shit about anatomy. "How about in half an hour?" She asked. "Sure," I said. "You're sure it won't take long? I have to get some work done this afternoon." Whatever she had planned, I needed to plan a way out. As much as I liked staring at her, the prospect was one of diminishing returns. The longer I stared at her, the more chance I had of getting in trouble, especially if it involved listening. "Okay," She said. "I'll go get everything ready. "I'll see you in half an hour. She scurried off into her house and I went to mine. What had I agreed to do? As far as I knew, I'd just volunteered to help her with her homework. I went inside, cranked my computer on, and started working where I'd left off when I'd left the office. Before I knew it, 30 minutes had passed and I remembered I'd agreed to help Melissa out with her homework. I got up from my desk and went next door. When I got to her house and rang the doorbell, I couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Fortunately, she answered right away. When she invited me in, I realized I hadn't been inside the house since her parents had moved out and that was over a year ago. I followed Melissa through the house to the den in the back. The layout was obviously designed to be a college girl pad and was only marginally better decorated than a bachelor pad would be. Lots of fluffy pillows on the couches and love seat, frilly pictures, candles and all things feminine decorated the room. However, unlike most college houses, this one had a massage table in the center of the room. "Are you ready to get started?" She asked. "Uh..." I stammered. "How about I give you a minute to strip down?" she asked, placing a white towel on the massage table. "You can cover yourself with this." "You mean?" I started to ask. "I'll go in the other room. Undress and lay on your stomach on the table. Put the towel over you and call me when you're ready," she said, still smiling. I couldn't remember agreeing to this. What had I gotten into? "Uh, okay," I said. "You're sure it's okay?" "Yeah," she said as she walked away. "I'm doing it for school. You're my homework." I stood in the middle of her den and slowly started peeling clothes off, first my shirt, then shoes and socks, then pants. I was going to take my briefs off, but figured I should leave them on, just in case. I didn't want to freak her out and I didn't feel very comfortable being naked in front of her, even if I was covered by a towel. I folded my clothes neatly, then climbed onto the massage table, got on my stomach, and pulled the towel over on top of my ass. This was really weird to me. I never would have imagined I'd be doing this kind of thing with the girl next door. "Okay, I'm ready," I said. Melissa came back in the room and stood beside the table. In the amount of time it took me to get undressed, she'd changed into a pair of loose shorts and a loose-fitting top with spaghetti straps. The shorts were also low-rise and her thong was sticking out the side again, obviously intentionally this time. I couldn't be certain, but I thought she had also removed her bra. The way I was facing, I couldn't get a good look, at least not without drawing attention to myself. Melissa started applying some kind of lotion to the backs of my legs and feet and started massaging one leg. "I thought you were talking about some kind of homework," I said. Her hands felt warm and gentle on my body. "This is homework," she said, then as she started to explain, my mind started to wander as she said something about how she had an option of massage therapy or kinesiology and how she knew there would be this kind of homework, but she didn't want to ask any of the guys at school because they might get the wrong idea about what she was asking them to do and she didn't need that kind of headache. "Why not get one of your room-mates to volunteer?" I asked. "Are you complaining about getting a free massage?" she asked. "No," I answered. "I'm just curious as to why you'd pick me instead of one of them." "Well," she said, "I guess I'd rather massage a man than a woman, if you know what I mean." I didn't know what she meant, and to be honest, I felt like she was giving me mixed signals every time I had ever talked to her. Sometimes I felt like she was hitting on me. Other times, I thought she was just being friendly. Maybe that was just a product of my inability to listen to her for very long. I'd blank out in the conversation and get back in it when there was something that sounded like some kind of sexual innuendo. I was just starting to do a mental debate about whether or not this was the way some date rapes happen when I realized I was doing it again. Damn, I'd already missed a lot of what she was talking about. She'd been talking about something for a couple of minutes now and had started massaging on the other leg and I couldn't tell you two details about what she was talking about, except that it involved some guy named Brad or maybe Chad. Other than that, I had no idea what she was talking about. I guess I should be ashamed of myself for not being able to pay attention to her when she talks, but I think it's more of a product of her and I having so little in common on a mental level. I'm not like this with the women I work with and some of them are pretty good-looking, too. It's only when I'm talking to Melissa that my mind goes blank. As her hands moved up my legs, past my knees, I had to remind myself that I was getting a therapeutic massage, not some twenty-dollar "special" in some seedy massage parlor somewhere that would end in a blowjob or a fist fuck. Her hands sliding up my legs were arousing me a bit and I tried to fight off the tingling feeling I was getting in my groin. Melissa's hands moved on up my thighs where they came in contact with the towel and a little beyond until they came into contact with the briefs I was wearing. "Hey," she said, lifting the towel up and off of me to expose my underwear. "What are you doing with those on?" "Well..." I started to explain. "Forget it," she said, grabbing the waist of my briefs. "Lift your hips a bit." I complied and was surprised, and just a tad embarrassed, that she just pulled my underwear down and off of me. I was glad I was facing down. Otherwise, she'd be looking right at my naked, semi-rigid penis. As soon as my underwear was off, I pressed my hips back down against the massage table to make sure she didn't get a chance to stare at my dick. I thought she'd put the towel back on my right away, but she didn't. I was feeling a little self-conscious, but she jumped right in there and started massaging my bare ass and kept talking to me the whole time, like nothing was out of the ordinary. At one point, she pushed my legs apart a bit and massaged the insides of each thigh and right up the crack of my ass. I could feel my cock stiffening as her hands came so close to my cock and balls, they were aching to be touched. While she massaged the inside of one thigh, I felt her finger come into contact with my balls. I flinched and I thought she would pull away, but she didn't. Instead, her fingers lingered there for a moment. I secretly wished she could just reach in and start stroking my cock, but I had little faith that was going to happen. Melissa continued to give me a professional massage all over the rest of my back and neck. She took such a long time doing my shoulders and neck, I lost my erection and nearly fell asleep at the same time. Because I wasn't paying attention, I was kind of surprised when she told me to roll over. I did as I was instructed, but as I did so, I found the towel lying beside me, so I pulled it over my soft cock and balls and let the towel drape itself over my entire waist. Melissa again started at my feet and worked her way up my legs, then to my stomach and chest, then finally to my arms. I'd thought she was finished until her hands started making their way back down my body and to my stomach. Her hands pushed the towel off my waist a bit and she folded the sides of it toward my crotch and started massaging my hips. All of this was making me nervous. With one little motion, the towel would be off of me and I'd be completely naked in front of her. Then, she went in the other direction and pressed her fingers along my thighs, then up under the towel, where her hands almost came into contact with my balls again. I was feeling a bit uncomfortable with that towel over me. Her hands were dangerously close to my cock and I was starting to get aroused, making a tent out of the towel. I have to hand it to her, though, she was still very professional and still chatting away. One hand sank under the towel again and the other was on my stomach, making circular motions. The hand that was under the towel came into direct contact with my balls. I was surprised at that and flinched again. "Oh, sorry about that," Melissa said. "I didn't mean to touch you so roughly. With the towel covering you, I didn't know exactly where everything was, if you know what I mean." Just as I was realizing the humor in Melissa accidentally handling my balls, I was even more startled. "I won't make that mistake again," she said, pulling the towel away and leaving me unexpectedly completely naked in front of her. I'm a pretty shy guy, more shy than most because I have a small cock and I don't usually show it to women. I made a move to cover my cock and balls with my hands. As I did, Melissa grabbed me by the wrists. "It's okay," She said. "Just relax. I won't hurt you, I promise." I let her move my hands away and position them at my sides again. I was feeling anxious and vulnerable at the same time, but totally embarrassed. My hard little cock was standing out from my body in plain sight. Melissa still played the part of the professional. Her hands were now on my hips, making some small circular motions, then her thumbs hooked in between my thighs, barely brushing my balls on each side. My cock was already hard, but I could feel it twitch when she came into contact with my balls and I think that pleased Melissa. She was looking right at my balls and dick. I felt really uncomfortable, lying on a table in her den with nothing on and having her stimulate me just enough for my tiny cock to stiffen to it's fullest length. I had had my eyes closed for a while and my breathing was irregular, but I figured I should look down and see what she was doing. I looked down at Melissa and she was looking right at my cock, which was now completely erect. She was still grinning, but worse, she looked like she was about to burst out laughing at my cock. "What is it?" I asked. "What's so funny?" "Nothing," Melissa answered, stifling a laugh. "I was just thinking of something funny someone told me earlier today." I didn't believe her. I knew what she was laughing at. It was my little dick in front of her face. That's what was so funny. My face was beet red with embarrassment. Melissa continued the massage. I felt like I could die at any minute, but she kept things under control. I was really surprised when she grabbed my balls and started to roll them around in her fingers. What surprised me even more was how she continued to talk and act like it was all part of a regular massage. My cock was really hard. It was aching for release, despite the trauma of having a woman laugh at me for my small cock, I needed to have an orgasm. I could feel precum dripping out of the tip and down the shaft of my cock. I just wished Melissa would reach down and grab my little dick and give it a good fist fucking, but I knew that wasn't going to happen. I was surprised when she did start to fondle it gently, though. Just when I was convinced she wouldn't touch my dick, she asked, "Is this okay? I wouldn't want to hurt you," Before I knew it, she had both hands going up and down the sides of my cock, gently stroking it and prodding it like it was my arm or some other innocent appendage. "Yes," I said, trying not to sound too excited. Her fingers found my precum and she smeared my juice back into my flesh. "Oh, a little lubricant," she said as she spread the precum around on the head of my cock with a single finger. Melissa acted like it was nothing and used her thumbs to rub it in. She then grabbed the length of my dick and gave it a few healthy pumps up and down the shaft. I think she had no idea how close I was to cumming. Did she really consider it to be a non-sexual act and just part of a "full" massage? Her hand rubbed up and down the length of my cock again while the other cupped my balls. I couldn't help but start to blow my load all over her fingers. The first spurt came just as she had her fist around the tip of my cock. The force of the orgasm made the cum blast between her fingers and spill all over both of us. As I came on her hand, Melissa pulled both hands away with a shocked look on her face. "Uh..." She said, looking at her cum-soaked hand in disbelief. Then, she looked at her shirt, which had little splatters of cum on it and I think a few drops hit her in the face. "I didn't think you would, uh, finish." But, I wasn't finished. Even though she'd pulled her hand away, I was still in the middle of an orgasm. My cock was still pumping cum onto my belly and Melissa looked horrified. I was totally embarrassed now. I'd just finished shooting a load of cum all over my neighbor's hand and despite the grip she had on my cock, I think she'd seriously only been interested in giving me a thorough massage, or just didn't expect me to cum, at least not so quickly. Melissa picked up a towel and quickly wiped her hands clean, then left the room without saying anything. I got up and started putting my clothes back on, wondering to myself what she was thinking and what she would say. This was awkward. I was pulling my pants on in a hurry when Melissa came out from the bathroom with a wet washcloth and a towel. She was rubbing the washcloth on her face. "Where are you going so fast?" she asked. "Uh, I really should be going," I said, pulling a shoe on over a sockless foot. "Why?" She asked, rubbing the washcloth between her cleavage. She looked down and said, "You really are a gusher." "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... uh..." I couldn't think of the words to say. "Cum?" She asked, finishing my sentence for me. "Well, I was surprised, but to be honest, I'm curious about something." What the hell was she talking about now? "Don't run off," she said. "I mean, I didn't mean to embarrass you." "Well, now I'm sure you'll have something to laugh and joke with your friends about," I said. "Oh, you mean..." she started to say something. I just looked at her. "You mean about your small penis?" she asked, trying to hide a grin. "Yeah," I said, turning red as a beet again. "Why should I tell them?" she asked. "You mean you won't?" I asked. "Well, maybe we could work out a deal," She said. "Maybe if you did something for me, we could make this whole thing our little secret." She had that evil little smile of hers and was biting her bottom lip between her teeth. "Do what?" I asked. Great. She was going to blackmail me. "Well..." she said, seemingly embarrassed to talk about whatever it was. "Go ahead, tell me," I said. "Well," she said, unable to make eye contact with me. "I've never really seen a guy, uh, 'release' like that in front of me before and I just want to see it again." "What?" I said, incredulously. "I mean, I've had guys release when they're with me and, well, I don't want to get into that, but I've never actually 'seen' it, you know?" "Not really." I said. "Whenever a guy 'finishes,' it's always been either inside me or in the dark or something and I've never actually 'seen' it," she said. "So, what do you want me to do?" I asked, hoping she wasn't saying what I thought she was saying. "I want to watch you cum," she said. "Can you do that for me?" "You're kidding, right?" I asked. "How do you want me to achieve that?" "Well, couldn't you just let me watch you jack off?" She asked. "No way," I said, picking my things up and heading for the door. "Okay, have it your way," she said. I was almost out the door when I heard her say, "The girls are going to laugh their asses off, though. It's too bad, too. My roomie, Tiffany, has a crush on you. I wonder if she'll still feel the same way when she hears about your little bitty dick." I stopped dead in my tracks. I didn't want her to tell anyone about my small cock or how I came all over the massage table. "Okay," I said. "I'll do it, but we keep this between us and us alone, right?" "Right," she said with a big smile on her face. "Let's get started." "Where?" I asked. I couldn't believe I was going to have to do it. "Right here," she said with a grin, sitting down on the couch. "Stand in front of me and start stroking it." One Thing Leads to Another "Here?" I asked, positioning myself in front of her. "Here," she said, leaning forward, she tugged at my pants, pulling them down and exposing my underwear. Next, she grabbed the underwear and pulled them down, too, exposing my small, soft cock to her. When she saw it again, she let out a muffled giggle, then leaned back on the couch. "Okay, get started," she said. "Uh, what about when I'm ready to cum?" I asked. Melissa picked up a towel that had been sitting on the couch and spread it across her lap. "Cum on the towel," she said, "But move closer. I can hardly see that tiny thing," then she opened her legs a little bit and pulled me forward until my calves touched the couch and her knees were on either side of my legs. When she leaned back on the couch, she was right at eye level with my cock, but her face was a good distance away. I was feeling more embarrassed by the minute and didn't feel comfortable with this at all, but I'd rather do this a hundred times than have her tell all her friends about my cock and what happened here today. I reached down and started stroking myself and was surprised at how quickly I got hard again, not because I'd just had a strong orgasm, but because of how humiliating it was for me to have to stand there and stroke myself in front of her like that. Melissa sat there with that grin on her face like she was totally enjoying herself. She split her attention between my face and my cock. I think she enjoyed seeing the humiliation on my face as much as she enjoyed watching me stroke my cock. As soon as I got a good rhythm going, I heard a noise to my left and was absolutely horrified to see Melissa's other room-mate, Sarah, standing there. I hadn't heard her come in. "Shit!" I said, and instinctively, bent to grab the towel from Melissa's lap on it, but she just held her grip on it and started to laugh. "What's going on here?" Sarah, Melissa's room-mate asked. "Am I interrupting something?" Sarah was also a student and was also very attractive. She had the look of a model. She was tall, with a slender build, and had a pretty face that any man would love to cum across. She was standing there in a pair of jeans and a top with spaghetti straps, but no bra from the looks of things. I reached for my underwear and pants, quickly pulled them up and tried to think of something to say. Melissa beat me to it. Between laughing and watching my humiliation, she said, "Sarah, you've met Steve from next door, haven't you?" She acted like nothing out of the ordinary was going on. "Well, not like this, I haven't," Sarah said, moving toward the couch. I was so embarrassed, I felt like I could die. "So, what was going on here?" I still couldn't think of anything to say, but Melissa jumped in with her answer again. "Steve was just jacking off for me." "I can see that," Sarah said, plopping down on the couch beside Melissa, "But how did this get started?" "Well, I was giving Steve a massage and he came all over my hand with his little cock and I told him if he didn't jack off for me, I was going to tell Tiffany about his small, little cock." The girls both laughed. I couldn't believe Melissa told her the full story, especially the part about me cumming all over her hand. "That would be pretty sad. You know Tiffany has a big crush on him." The girls both laughed again, then Sarah looked at me and said, "Well, you don't have to stop because I'm here." I looked at Melissa. I don't know why, but I expected her to say something that would let me off the hook. Instead, she said, "Go ahead. Pull your pants down again and let's get started." "I can't," I said. "It's too embarrassing." I never would have thought even one girl would enjoy watching a guy whack his dick in front of her while she was completely dressed, but now, I was being asked to jack off for two girls. "Come on," Melissa said, "I'm sure Sarah will be happy to keep your secret, too. What's wrong with one more person watching you jack off, huh?" I didn't move. Sarah said, "Let's see it. I promise, I won't tell anyone else about it. I swear." "It's either that or we both tell Tiffany," Melissa said. "Okay," I said, "But you have to keep your promise." "It's a deal," Sarah said. Melissa nodded in agreement. I took a deep breath, bent forward, and pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees all at the same time, then stood back up. Melissa sat forward, reached out, and pulled my pants and underwear down the rest of the way to my ankles. My cock was only half hard now, which was worse than being completely erect or completely soft. In either condition, it's status would have been obvious, but in the half-hard state, it looked like it might actually be its full size. "Wow, it really IS small," Sarah said, stifling a laugh. "Is that as big as it gets?" "Yeah," Melissa answered before I could say anything. "Isn't is small?" My face flushed red with embarrassment. "It gets bigger than that," I protested. "Not enough to be noticeable," Melissa said. I was so humiliated, I could hardly stand it. Melissa and Sarah were both holding themselves back from laughing. I thought the humiliation would have made me so embarrassed that my cock would have shrank to it's flaccid state, but for some reason, their ridicule made my cock stiffen to a full erection in just a few seconds and the thought of standing there with them making fun of them and me being powerless to stop them had me strangely aroused. My cock was already as stiff as it would get. "Well, it didn't get much bigger, but look, it's standing up a little higher," Sarah said, laughing. "Maybe it got a little bigger," Melissa said, spreading the towel back over her lap. Sarah leaned forward and scooted her butt to the edge of the couch to get a closer look. "Steve," she said, "You have the smallest cock I've ever seen." She reached her hand out and measured me with her finger and thumb, then showed the results to Melissa. "That can't be more than four inches," she said. "Is that right?" Melissa asked me. "Is it only four inches?" "I don't know," I said. "I never measured it." "Maybe it's time we found out for sure," Sarah said. She stood and walked out of the room. "What are you doing?" Melissa called out just as Sarah returned to the room with a small ruler. The ruler itself was only six inches. Sarah plopped back down on the couch and said, "Here, we'll find out how big he is with this," then held the ruler against my body, careful not to touch my cock. They both leaned forward and looked at the measurement. "Two and one-fourth inches?" Melissa asked in shock. "That's it?" "No, you're reading it wrong," Sarah said, turning the ruler around so it was facing the right direction. "Here, this is right. It's three and three quarters inches." "That's still really small," Melissa said. Both girls giggled. What could have been worse than this? Melissa sat back on the couch. Sarah continued to sit toward the edge of her seat. "Okay, let's see you jack off," Sarah said. I didn't move. "Go ahead, Steve. Jack off for us," Melissa said. I grabbed my cock in my fist and started stroking it, slowly at first, but I couldn't resist stroking it faster. The thought of the girls humiliating me like this was really exciting me for some reason. They were sitting there grinning and giggling at the size of my cock as I stood before them tugging and pulling on it. I was so aroused, I was afraid I'd cum too fast and not be able to stop myself. Sarah was still grinning and giggling, but Melissa's face became serious and she just stared at my face and my cock as I jacked off in front of them. She pressed her knees up against my legs and slid her feet in so they were on in contact with my feet. I wondered why she got so serious, but before I had long to contemplate the thought, Sarah looked at her and asked, "What's gotten into you?" Melissa smiled, without taking her eyes off me, she said, "Shit, would you believe watching him jack off is making me very horny?" "Really?" Sarah asked with a giggle. "I thought you were just doing this to clown around." "I was, but for some reason, watching him and watching you watch him is turning me on." "No way," Sarah said. "I don't believe you." Melissa lifted the towel in front of her and said, "Look at my shorts. I'm so wet, they're fucking soaked." Sarah looked down at Melissa's panties, then Melissa put the towel back down on her lap. "No shit. You weren't lying, but why are you so horny?" "I don't know," Melissa said. "Before you got here, it was just a curiosity, but watching you watch him and seeing how humiliated he is just makes me so hot." Meanwhile, I was still stroking myself. "Wow, so you're getting off on making fun of him?" Sarah asked. "Yeah, I think so," Melissa answered. "This might sound silly, but it makes me want to cum when I watch you humiliating him like that, especially like when you measured him. I've never felt like that before with something like this. I've always felt bad when people feel bad about themselves, but this is turning me on." "Wow," Sarah said. "I'm just finding it funny is all." "Not me," Melissa said. Her hand disappeared under the towel and I could see motion in the area of her pussy. She was playing with her pussy while she was watching me humiliate myself in front of her and Sarah. At first, Sarah hadn't noticed what Melissa was doing because she was watching me, but when she did notice, she said, "Oh, my God, are you...?" "Yes," Melissa said with tension in her voice. "Sorry, I can't help myself. It's just too much. Watching him and watching you with him is just too much. I need to cum." "If humiliating him will make you cum, then let's humiliate him some more," Sarah suggested. She stood up again, left the room and quickly returned to her seat on the couch. This time, she was holding a small digital camera. I was horrified by the sight of it. She was going to take my picture while I pulled on my tiny cock. Sarah aimed the camera and snapped a shot of me with my cock in my hand. She took a few more, some of them up close on my penis and some of them capturing my face and my cock at the same time. My embarrassment was easily evident. I felt like I could pass out from the shame. "Shit," Melissa said, reaching under the towel with both hands now. Without moving the towel from her lap, she pulled her shorts and panties down to her ankles, then spread her knees again. This time, she placed her feet inside mine before one hand again disappeared under the towel. Now, with unfettered access to her pussy, she started stroking herself with a fury. As I looked down, I could see her cotton shorts and thong panties around her ankles were soaked with her juices. The wet material in the crotch was much darker than the surrounding material. Seeing her pussy juice and her panties wrapped around her ankles made me want to cum even more. She was really turned on by what I was doing. As embarrassed as I was, I was also turned on by it. "You know what else would be good?" Sarah asked. No one answered, so she answered her own question. "Getting a picture of me measuring him. I think that would be perfect." Sarah was obviously doing her best to humiliate me even more. She held the ruler up to the side of my cock, and without disrupting me stroking myself, took a picture of the measurement. The humiliation was too much for me. I was ready to cum. Melissa was in such a state of ecstasy, she could barely keep her eyes open. She was grunting and groaning now and gritting her teeth. The motions of her hand under the towel had changed, too. She was obviously no longer just stroking herself, but was banging her fingers in and out of her pussy frantically while she watched me pull on my cock. The towel was dangerously close to being thrown off her lap with each thrust of her fingers into her pussy. I had had enough. Watching her pleasure herself while Sarah continued to humiliate me was taking its toll on me. I was ready to cum. I heard myself let out a short grunt, then my whole body stiffened. My eyes reflexively shut on their own as I felt the first part of an immense orgasm wash over me. I could feel the cum shooting forcefully from my cock, but didn't see it because my eyes were closed. What I did see was the flash of the camera again. Sarah giggled gleefully as I continued to sporadically stroke my cock through my intense orgasm, shooting one shot after another. I was finally able to open my eyes as the cum was still dribbling out of my cock and Sarah continued to photograph me while I came. I looked in front of me where Melissa was having an orgasm of her own. Some of my cum had landed on her shirt just below her breasts. Another shot or two had hit the towel. One shot had landed on her thigh, and the final shot dripped right down into her already-soaked panties. I milked the last of my cum out of my cock and let it fall into her panties along with more of my cum. My knees were weak. I needed to sit down. Sarah continued to take pictures even though I was finished. I leaned forward to pull my pants up. When I got them up to my knees, Melissa pulled her hand out from under the towel and leaned forward. Her face met mine. Both of her hands found my neck. I could feel the wetness of her pussy on the fingers of her right hand. Our mouths met. Before I could react, Melissa's mouth parted and her tongue spread my lips and pushed right into my mouth. Her tongue probed my mouth and she moaned a sound that sounded almost like a grunt. Melissa sucked at my mouth for a while in a heated kiss. Sarah was still snapping pictures as we kissed, then she took her left hand and grabbed my cock with it and pumped it a few times. When she'd finished, she moved her head away and wiped the fingers of her right hand across my face, leaving a trail of her juices on my lips and chin. I caught a whiff of her sweet-smelling pussy and quickly bent to pick up my pants and pulled them the rest of the way up. "Sorry about that," Melissa said. I think she was talking to Sarah more than to me. "I just got carried away by the actions of the moment." "You don't have to apologize to me," Sarah said. "I think it was fun. We should do it again sometime." She grabbed me by the hand and pulled me down onto the couch between the two of them. Melissa started to pull her panties up, but then noticed my cum there and mixing with her own juices. "Wow, I guess we both made a mess of my panties," she grinned, then kicked the shorts and panties off. Sarah leaned toward me and put her arm around me, pressing her chest onto my shoulder. "I think we're going to become good friends over the next few days," she said, holding the camera up in her free hand. I wondered what she meant by that. "Why don't we all get cleaned up?" I suggested. "Then, you girls can come over for dinner at my place." With Sarah having possession of those pictures, I thought it was in my best interest to be nice to both of them. I had a feeling Sarah was right. With her having possession of those pictures, we were going to be very good friends for a while... One Thing Leads To Another I met this guy the other week. I won't lie here, I was looking for weed. And I couldn't find my regular dealer but this man looked familiar. He came over to my car and got in after establishing what I was there for. He was a really nice guy, looked like a thug but spoke very educated and sweetly. He also happened to be gorgeous. He had dark brown skin, almost black, Light brown eyes and a nicely cut body. I'm white with double D breasts, a defined waist and thick muscular legs and ass. I'm a bigger girl but it looks good on me. That day I was wearing a lowcut fitted tank top and some cutoff Capri jeans that hugged my ass and thighs. I've got long wavy dark brown hair with hints of red and hazel/green eyes. He gave me a bad ass deal on some grass and then showed me where he lived so that if I wanted to come back again for the same deal I could. "Anytime girl. I don't care if its four in the morning, you knock on my door and I'll answer and help you out. Same price, for you anyway." He said smiling with perfect white teeth as he glanced up and down my body. "You got it Pete. Anytime. I promise you that you'll see me again real soon." I said back, flirting and also letting my eyes wander down his body lingering on his chest and crotch. So the other day I ran out of weed and figured I'd go see him, alone this time. I went to his apartment wearing a black halter top dress. Fitted onto my breasts in triangles and plunging low, it hit me mid-thigh and looked sexy as hell. I had on black heels and fishnet stockings but no painties. I wasn't there just for weed anymore. I wanted him. He looked so good and just talking to him had made me wet. He answered the door in a white wife beater and low slung jeans. I love that look on a man cut like Pete. It made my mouth water to see his smooth black skin and the edge of his boxers. "damn girl. You look good. Shit." Pete laughed as he checked me out. "come on in for a bit. Smoke with me." "Sure, I don't have anywhere to go just yet. " I said softly as I slid my body against his while going through the door. His body felt so hard and nice against mine. I couldn't wait to see if he was willing to take it further. I like men to take control. And I will tease just to make a man get rough with me. I like pain. I like to be held down and fucked. I like to get my ass smacked and my nipples pinched. I like my tits to be mauled and I absolutely love to be bitten when I'm getting fucked. That alone can make me cum. I was really hoping Pete had a big cock, rubbing against him that way I certainly felt a bulge. I was excited just hoping he could fuck me the way I need to be fucked. I wanted him to treat me like a slut. I love that. After he let me in the door I waited to follow him through the house. We went to the living room and sat close together on the couch. He lit a blunt and we passed the weed back and forth in silence for a bit. Then he offered me a shot gun. This was the opportunity I was waiting for to touch him again. I said sure and leaned towards him. I placed my hand high up on his thigh and leaned in so close my tits rested on his chest. I had my mouth almost on his lips as he held the lit end of the blunt in his mouth and blew the smoke into mine. I took in as much as I could and then leaned back, keeping my hand on his thigh. "Look I was thinking about something. Don't get mad but I just gotta ask you something. How about I'll give you all the weed you want and you just let me see how good your pussy's gonna feel wrapped around my cock?"He smiled and put an arm around me, his hand sliding down my side. I smiled at him and moved even closer to him. "I'll tell you what Pete, I'll pay for the weed I asked you to get and you can still fuck me. I'll be your slut for the rest of this afternoon and we'll just see from there. What do you think babe?" I smiled and reached down to caress his cock through his pants. It definitely felt nice and thick. Not to mention long, I couldn't wait to feel him in my mouth. "You got a real nice pair of legs and a great ass you know boo. Real nice." His breath tickled my ear and his words tickled my cunt. "I'd love to see how those legs feel wrapped around my hips. Wouldn't you sweetheart?" He whispered as he lightly licked my ear. "Oh yes ... I think that's be great." I whispered back at him as we stood and made our way to the bedroom. He led me inside and sat me on the bed. He leaned in and pressed his lips on mine and kissed me hard. His tongue thrusting into my mouth and stroking the inside of my lips and tongue. I groaned into his mouth as his hands found my breasts. Pete slipped his dark brown hand underneath the cup of my dress and began squeezing my tit. He rolled my nipple between his fingers before finally reaching up and untying my dress from behind my neck. My breasts released and sat perky atop my chest, I had a distinct tan line so my breasts were very white and my nipples a very light shade of pink. "Mmmmh...that looks good Jade. Real good. So let me ask you some questions ok baby?" Pete said in this soft powerful voice as he began to lightly stroke his black hands across my white breasts. "Hmmm that feels good. Yes..Pete. Ask me anything. Just please don't stop touching me." I moaned softly, pushing into his hands. "Do you like for me to control you? To tell you what to do or to just do what I want to you? Do you want me to treat you like my bitch? Get rough on you?" He almost growled as he reached up and wound my hair in his hand. "Yessss...Yesss sir. I love it when you take control. I want you to use me. I need it. Please." I begged him. Just this small amount of fourplay had my tight cunt soaking wet. He reached up and tied my dress back on. "Just looking at you before I knew you'd be hot but I never thought you'd be like this. I want to see you strip slut. Show me how much you want my cock white girl." He ordered me in just the right tone as he got up to put on some hardcore rap. Lil Boosie, Lil Webbie, good songs with great beats to strip to. I started to dance, moving my hips around and slowly stroking my breasts. I licked my lips as I stared at Pete and began to untie the halter. I let it fall down to waist and danced close to him with my large breasts free. My light pink nipples were hardened and darkened with desire. I wanted to be fucked so badly. But he had ordered me to dance...so dance I would. I began to play with my nipples as I moved my hips ever closer to Pete sitting on the bed. I was pinching my nipples hard and pulling on them while staring at his face and almost panting with desire. "Come here slut. I want to taste your nipples, so pink and pretty they look right now." Pete almost groaned as he leaned forward and slipped my nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard on my nipple immediately and lightly nipped me with his teeth. I moaned loudly and leaned into his bite. He reached up with his other hand and mauled my other tit. He was roughly twisting my nipple and pinching it as well as just roughly gripping my whole breast. I loved it. My pussy was dripping onto my inner thighs. I couldn't wait to see his reaction when he felt that I wasn't wearing panties. "Hmmm you taste good. Now I wanna feel that hot little cunt." He slipped his hand down my side and up my thigh. When he reached my shaven and bare cunt he smiled up at me. "You really did want this? No panties. Just begging for my cock. Hmm. I love a good slut." He whispered as he slipped a finger into my cunt. "And you're so tight. You like that baby? Tell me." Pete leaned down and ordered me before attaching his mouth and teeth to my neck. "Oh yes, this is what I wanted Pete. Your finger feels so good inside my pussy. I can't wait to feel this big black cock fill me up." I said as I stroked his long cock through his pants as he thrust another finger in my soaking cunt. One Thing Leads to Another Tina stepped outside of Starbucks after her shift had ended, tired and ready for the day to end. Sadly though, she still had several errands to run before sinking into a soft bed that evening. Fumbling with her car keys, she glanced up and froze as she spotted him across the street. His tall, lean frame casted a sexy silhouette as he, too, headed for his car from the deli behind him. She rushed to get into her car, bumping her head on the way in, and accidentally squealing her tires trying to get away. Tina cursed at herself as she made her way toward the closest grocery store. "It's not like you've never seen the man before Tina! Get a grip!" The truth was, she'd seen him every day for the last four years. She worked at Starbucks, and he worked at the deli. And every day when she saw him she heated up like a mad woman and fantasized about him all night. He was just the kind of man to make her blood rush. Tall, lean, dark headed and a damn sexy smile. She'd wanted him for years, and had never even had the nerve to so much as smile back at him. "Tomorrow, I'll go to the deli for lunch...I'll go and be cute and charming, and I'll ask him for his number..." But just the thought of it made her face flush and stomach churn. She'd never get up the guts. "Besides," she sighed looking down at her small, thin frame, "I'm not quite enough woman for that kind of man." Tina parked quickly and ran into the store, anxious now to get home to her shower, bed, and maybe vibrator if she kept thinking about Mr. Sexy. Going down the dairy aisle, she began grabbing groceries and checking off items on her list, in too much of a hurry to pay attention. She made a sharp turn around the corner running straight into Mr. Sexy himself. Looking up at him she immediately blushed and stammered an apology, scrambling to get out of his way. As she was turning away, he put a hand on her arm, "Hey, aren't you that barista across the street from me..? The one I see every day?" "Yeah I am." She said quietly, feeling embarrassed. "Well," he stuck out his hand, "I'm Jeff. It's nice to officially meet you." Giving him a weak hand shake, she stuttered, "I..I'm Tina..Nice to meet you." "Why do you never come into the deli? Don't you ever wanna see me up close?" He winked at her, holding onto her hand. She blinked, wide eyed at him. Surely this amazing looking man was not flirting with her. She decided to find out. "Well, I let the men come to me. Why don't you come into the coffee shop?" He laughed, beaming that sexy smile, and leaned in to her "Seeing you across the street makes me nervous. I couldn't imagine trying to gather my whits seeing you up this close before. Don't tell my friends though. I'd be a laughing stock for not having the guts to even approach someone as beautiful as you." She stared at him almost dumbfounded, trying to figure out if he was being serious or not, but before she could reply, he bit his lip and rushed the words "Look...Tina I'd really like to take you out sometime...Is that ok? Can I have your number?" Her heart hammered in her chest as she slowly nodded, and gave him her number. They said their goodbyes and she watched him walk away, letting a gust of air out and mumbling "God he has a great ass." Finishing her shopping, she HAD to hurry home at this point. She hadn't thought it possible, but he was even more sexy up close. Just him holding her hand for that short time had her mind spinning and heat flowing in between her legs. She showered, and was soon nestled in bed. Her thoughts soon led to him again, his full lips, hot body, and sexy ass. She grabbed her vibrator from the drawer in her night stand, and was soon moaning under her own touch as she rubbed it along her slit, and slid it into her silky cunt, using her fingers on her clit. Biting her lip and sighing she felt herself getting close right as her cell phone rang. Huffing in frustration, she answered without looking, "Hello?" "Hey Tina...it's Jeff from earlier..I know there's probably an unwritten code about how long you should wait before calling someone you just met, but here I am. Tomorrow's Friday...I was wondering if you'd be free tomorrow night...? "Well," she played cool, "there's probably an unwritten rule for how long I should play hard to get, but as a matter of fact I am free tomorrow night..." They solidified their plans, and soon she was laying dumbfounded staring at her phone. That didn't last long of course, as her pussy began twitching with need. She slid her vibrator in again, and rode it into a heart stopping orgasm, and was soon snuggled into her blankets dreaming about what the next night might have in store. Though the day seemed to go by far too slow, eventually Tina was getting ready for her date. Outfits were soaring through her bedroom and she started feeling jitters pretty soon. She hadn't been in the dating scene in a long time. Heartbreak does that to you. But her sex life had also suffered, and if things got that far she wasn't sure how to handle it. She finally decided on the classic little black dress with red heels. Low V-neck and revealing back left her feeling flirty, and the closer the time for the date came, the friskier she got. It was a nice date, consisting of a very nice dinner and romantic comedy at the movies, but Tina had a different kind of hunger brewing after hours of flirting and hinting touches. He took her home, and the shyness that was normally her disappeared as she pulled him forcefully to her in a heated kiss. He pulled back stunned, but before he could say anything she whispered "Would you like to come in...?" "I...I don't usually...I mean...Is that what you want? If you're ok with it..." She interrupted with another kiss, letting her hands travel up his chest, then pulling him closer sighing, "Trust me. I want it." She reached lower, skimming the quickly forming hard-on in his pants with searching hands, and he groaned pushing her against the door. After several minutes of fumbling between keys and kisses, she finally got the door open. As she was leading him to the bedroom he grabbed her waist and forcefully pulled her back against him, his hard dick nudging her ass through their clothes. He kissed the back of her neck softly,making her whimper in pleasure. The neck was always one of her hot spots. She turned to face him and pulled his shirt over his head, then running her hands down his chest to his pants, clumsily trying to get them off. He laughed in her ear softly, and pushed her back against the wall as he kissed her neck down to her shoulder, beginning to tug her dress off. It got past her small, braless chest, and he moaned, kissing her hard nipples then taking them into his mouth as she writhed under him, running her hands through his hair. He bit down on her nipple making her moan softly in his ear "Oh Jeff...that's...so good...mmmmmmm..." Grinning he lifted the bottom of her dress, not bothering to take it all off, and found her smooth pussy bare and slippery. The eroticism of it made him bite her nipple again, then he slipped his fingers into her slit, her juices flowing around his fingers. Bringing his face back to hers he groaned "Tina you're so hot...so hot.." making her moan in kind. Though he usually didn't rush, she was so much more than ready for him, and he was crazy with need. He pulled his hard dick out of his pants and lifted her dress for better access. She responded by wrapping her leg around his waist, and helping move his cock in position to her, moaning into his mouth, "Jeff...fuck me...please...now.." He gasped as he slid into her tight warm cunt, his cock twitching inside her as she writhed beneath him. His cock was fat, and slid right against her aching clit every time he entered her, making her moan and dig her nails into his bare back. In their rushing, he realized they hadn't even thought of protection. "Fuck.." He said in frustration. Reading his thoughts she whispered "Birth control...we're fine..just...harder.." Without hesitation, he pounded into her, holding her against the wall as he moaned and cursed into her neck while she whimpered and gripped his back. She began to tighten and he began to swell. He cursed again and she moaned "Jeff...cum with me...oh yes...." And they gasped together in release like they'd made love for years, breathing hard and making soft moans as they finished. Her leg slid down to the floor, her knees almost buckling underneath her. He caught her and held her close, resting his head on her shoulder. Coming out of the trance, Tina giggled and he looked at her curiously. She replied, "We didn't even make it to the bed....or out of our clothes." He grinned mischievously, "Well..I'm not doing anything tomorrow...if you want, I can stay over and we can see about doing just that..." She smiled, biting her lip, and led him to her room..... To be continued... *Please comment and let me know what you think. One Thing Leads to Another Sophie flopped backwards onto the couch in triumphant exhaustion. There was still a lot to do-the cardboard boxes needed to go down to the dumpster, the posters still needed to go up on the walls, the clothes needed to go from 'strewn across the bed' to 'folded and put away in the dresser', and Sophie needed to wash off the sweat she'd worked up from moving everything in. But all that could wait for a few minutes. The important point was, dorm life had officially begun. Her parents had left a full hour ago, and for the first time in her life, she wasn't expecting to see them again anytime soon. She was a genuine, card-carrying adult, living for the first time in her very own space-it was small, but she didn't care. She didn't have to worry about anyone bursting in on her, she didn't have to share the room with obnoxious siblings...she had total freedom within these four walls. I think I'll leave my towel on the floor after my shower, she decided. Just to see what it feels like. Her act of rebellion was interrupted by a knock on the door, and Sophie almost jumped at the sound. She hadn't expected anyone-she'd moved in a full week before classes started, and the residence hall was barely a quarter full. She didn't have any high school friends going to Christian Liberty-most of them wanted to go to schools that weren't quite so 'square'. Her parents had a ten-hour drive to get back to Pittsburgh; they wouldn't turn around and come back for anything less than the campus catching fire. So who would be...? The knock sounded again, and Sophie scrambled to answer it. She opened the door to reveal a woman with brown curly hair, thick-rimmed glasses, and a tweed outfit that left practically everything to the imagination. She smiled an aggressively friendly smile and thrust her hand out for Sophie to shake. "Hello!" she said brightly. "My name is Carol, and I'm with the Christian Liberty University Welcoming Committee!" Before Sophie could say a word, Carol stepped into the doorway as though she'd already been invited. "Your parents mentioned to us that you would be moving in today," she said, "and we thought we'd stop by and have a friendly chat with you about what you can expect from campus life." With a touch of bewilderment, Sophie craned her neck to glimpse the hallway, but she didn't see anyone else. Apparently Carol was using 'we' to mean 'me, and the moral authority I carry'. Still, Sophie was far too much her parents' daughter to kick out an authority figure without at least an effort at polite conversation, and Carol would almost certainly understand that she was way too wiped to have any kind of meaningful discussion. "Well, thank you," she said, intending to follow that up with a brief monologue about her desire for fifteen minutes' rest and a long shower before any kind of orientation session, but Carol pounced on the pause like a lion stalking a gazelle. "You're so welcome, Sophie!" Carol closed the door behind her. "We know what it can be like for a young lady like you-away from home for the first time, out on your own, feeling that heady rush of freedom that comes from being an adult with an adult's responsibilities. It can be a little overwhelming, especially when you don't yet have the routine of classes to help you settle in. That's why we wanted to talk to you as soon as possible about some of the more important expectations we have here at CLU. The most important, really" She sat down on the couch, her knees held tightly together and her hands folded in her lap as if in prayer. "I'd like to talk to you about chastity." Sophie felt her cheeks flush involuntarily. "Oh, well, um...thank you, b-" She tried a little harder this time, but the next word was effortlessly devoured by Carol's response. "You're welcome, Sophie. I know this isn't an easy talk, especially coming from an old fuddy-duddy like me." Carol chuckled lightly. Sophie almost laughed along; it was difficult to be sure, what with the hairstyle and the tweed dress that rendered her almost shapeless, but Carol didn't look much more than ten years older than Sophie was. "But it's vitally important that we discuss it, because a pretty young thing like you can get into trouble so easily." Sophie's body language must have given away her irritation, because Carol headed her off before the words could even make it to her lips. "I know you don't think so-believe me, I've talked to hundreds of bright young girls who've come to Liberty precisely because they're not 'that kind of girl'. I'm sure you've made promises-to your parents, to your beau back home, to yourself, even-that you're going to save yourself for the right young man, and for your wedding night." Sophie was about to explain that she didn't even have a beau yet, but Carol had taken the reins of the conversation and had no intent of letting them go. "Those promises are wonderful, Sophie, and I'm sure you think you'll never break them. You'd never 'go too far' with a boy, never let them 'take advantage' of you. But the thing is...here, sit down with me for a moment." Sophie sat down, bristling just a bit. She didn't like the tone of Carol's conversation-Carol might have talked to hundreds of young women, but it didn't seem like she'd listened to a single one. Sophie had never had any problem sticking to her abstinence pledge. She'd always been proud of the fact that her parents could trust her to wait. She'd never even touched herself, let alone a boy. She certainly had no intention of letting some campus pickup artist get into her pants...well, when she was wearing pants. She suddenly glanced down at her outfit. Was that the problem? She'd only worn the cut-off shorts because she knew she was going to be carrying boxes in the hot sun. Carol didn't think- "I normally dress much more modestly," Sophie blurted out before she could stop herself. Carol only smiled all the wider. "Of course you do, my dear!" She patted Sophie gently on the shoulder. "I wouldn't want you to believe that I thought of you as some sort of 'loose' or 'fast' girl, just because you were wearing shorts that were a little too high...and a shirt that showed a little too much." Sophie gritted her teeth, but if Carol noticed, she didn't let on. "It's just that, well...you need to make sure you're careful about the situations you get into. Because once you're in one of those risky situations, you may find things getting out of control without ever meaning for it to happen." Sophie had just about had enough. "Look," she said, "I've had these same talks with my parents, and I can tell you what I told them. I don't plan on going to parties, I don't plan on 'hanging out' with boys, and I have no intention of getting into any kind of risky situations." She hated the way she sounded, all frazzled and defensive, but she was tired and angry and the only way to get in edgewise appeared to be to rattle her sentences out like a machine gun. "Oh, of course not, dear!" Carol responded in saccharine tones. "Nobody ever plans for any of these things to happen. But when you get into a bad situation, it's so easy for it to get out of control. One thing leads to another, and then another, and pretty soon you're in a place you never intended to be. That's why I'm here, to help you identify those bad decisions early and avoid them. Here, let's pretend I'm a boy, and we're studying together in your room." Sophie was still trying to wrap her head around that statement when Carol swiveled slightly to face her on the couch. "Now, I know you would never bring a boy over to your dorm meaning to go 'all the way' with him, but it's so easy for that innocent study session to turn into a mistake without either one of you intending it to happen. It starts with the smallest things-maybe he puts his hand on your knee, for example." Carol reached out and matched the action to the words. "Um." Sophie looked down, not quite sure what to say. Carol's hand rested on her knee with the kind of familiarity that suggested it had always been there, radiating a pleasant warmth against her skin. "First, I wouldn't bring a boy to my room. So this," she pointed to the hand by way of a hint, "simply wouldn't happen." Carol sighed in mock pity. "Oh, if only I could tell you all the times I've heard that! So many girls start with good intentions, and the next thing you know, they're alone with a boy and he's stroking their leg." Sophie inhaled a touch sharply-Carol was doing exactly that, petting her in a circular motion that definitely felt a little too intimate. This felt like it might take 'pretending' just a bit far. "If he did that, I would tell him to stop," Sophie said, setting her face in her firmest expression and emphasizing the last word with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer. "That's a good start," Carol said, while not actually stopping at all. If anything, her hand began roaming further up and down Sophie's calf, caressing the muscles before gently dragging her fingernails back up to Sophie's thigh. "But it's easy to say that you'd do that when it's not happening to you. You might think that you'd have the resolve to say 'no', but imagine those warm, tingling sensations running up and down your leg. They'd distract you, Sophie. They'd distract you because you've never felt anything like them before." Sophie had to admit, those fingers were a little bit distracting. She'd never really gotten past the hand-holding stage with a boy before, and while that had felt kind of nice and warm in a way that she didn't really want to think about right now, it wasn't anything like this. When Carol's hand ran down her leg, it felt like sparks were shooting right up her body, all the way along her spine, and into her head. She couldn't help imagining just how hard it would be to say no to somebody doing that to her. Even somebody less determined than Carol seemed to be. Carol's fingernails were tracing the hem of Sophie's shorts now, occasionally scritching across the fabric to trail up and over and down to her other leg. "That same resolve that kept you safe all through high school is exactly what would make you weak, Sophie. You've spent so long avoiding the boys that you don't even know how good it feels to be touched like that. Those fingers, those warm hands would leave you shaking, quivering, tingling, panting." Sophie wasn't panting-she felt like she couldn't breathe at all. But she was shaking just a little. She hated to admit it, especially considering that Carol was another woman, but this was getting to her just a little. She needed to get Carol out of here and clear her head before...before this led to something more. (But it wasn't real, was it? They were just pretending, weren't they? Something in those touches made her a little uncertain.) But if she did kick Carol out, wouldn't that mean that Carol was right? Or would that be the right thing to do if they were just pretending? Sophie wasn't really sure of anything anymore. Wouldn't stopping mean that she really couldn't trust her own body? It was hard to think, and the feeling of Carol's hands rubbing up and down her legs wasn't helping. "And that innocent touch leads to a little kiss, Sophie," Carol said, leaning in. "That boy distracts you, weakens your resolve, and then...mmmmm..." Carol's lips pressed against Sophie's. It was soft, insistent, nothing like she'd imagined a kiss would feel like. Carol followed it with another, then another, then another before Sophie could even fully respond to the first one. "And you can't resist those kisses." The words allowed no possibility of disagreement, but Sophie tried to open her mouth to at least try. Carol kissed her open mouth hard, pressing her back into the couch and leaving her gasping for air. "Of course you can't. Your libido is finally waking up now, all those years of repression leaving you so vulnerable to the first person to touch you the way you need to be touched." Carol's hands kept up a counterpoint to her words and her lips, sliding just underneath the hem of Sophie's shorts and tickling her upper thighs. "You see, Sophie? One little touch leads to a kiss leads to another kiss, and before you know it, you're not in control of your body at all." Carol interspersed the words with slow, nuzzling kisses down Sophie's neck to her collarbone, pulling aside her t-shirt to expose her shivering skin. "You can't control this. You can't imagine why you ever thought you could. You're completely helpless against that aching, relentless desire." Carol pulled the shirt completely off one shoulder, taking Sophie's bra with it and exposing her right breast. "And those caresses, those kisses, that arousal leads you on without you ever realizing when it became impossible to stop." She leaned in and planted a long, slow, wet, sucking kiss directly on Sophie's nipple. "Doesn't it?" Sophie dimly realized that she'd just been asked a question, the first time in what seemed like the whole conversation that Carol had actually wanted her opinion. But she wasn't sure what she should answer, or even what the question was exactly. Carol seemed to have too many hands and too many mouths and she was finding all these places to touch Sophie and suddenly she was grinding the heel of her hand against Sophie's crotch and she'd never imagined that it would feel like this and the question was something about... Carol pulled down the rest of the shirt, trapping her arms and leaving her breasts exposed. "Doesn't it, Sophie?" she asked firmly, running her fingernails across Sophie's nipples while she continued rubbing the crotch of Sophie's shorts. "I, um...I..." Sophie couldn't remember what the right answer was. She couldn't remember what the right question was. "Yes?" "That's exactly right, my sweet girl," Carol whispered in her ear, nibbling on her earlobe between breaths. "It's impossible to stop, it's impossible to fight. When you feel this good, this hot, all you can do is give in." Sophie felt Carol's fingers undoing the button on her shorts, slowly pulling down the zipper, insinuating their way inside her shorts and her panties and her pussy in one smooth and practiced gesture. "You can't resist. You can't fight it. All you can do is melt into helpless pleasure." "...pleasure..." Sophie whimpered out the word as though it was the only thing that still made sense to her. Her body humped Carol's fingers without any conscious effort on her part, driving them deeper and deeper inside with each thrust of her hips. "Good girl," Carol said. "Doesn't that make so much sense?" She punctuated her words with a lingering lick over Sophie's erect nipples. "Once you start to give in, you can't stop. You can't resist. All it takes is for the two of us to be alone together, and your body takes you to this state of needy...aroused...endless...pleasure." Her thumb danced across Sophie's clit, eliciting another round of moans and whimpers. "You don't need to think about it. It just...happens. One thing leads to another, and before you know it you're aching to be my good little slut without even realizing it." She flicked Sophie's nipples, first one and then the other. "Isn't that right?" "Yes," Sophie whimpered, no longer caring what she was agreeing to. Her pussy was so wet now, and the fingers felt so good inside her, and she just wanted to stop thinking and let all the ecstasy wash over her in a wave of pure pleasure. She'd already felt it once, maybe twice, and it felt better than anything she'd imagined. If that was an orgasm, no wonder so many of the girls in high school had been trying to have them. "But of course, you don't want a reputation as a 'fast' girl, do you?" Sophie shook her head. The words only loosely connected in her mind now; she was listening to the tone of Carol's voice, agreeing with whatever she was told. It was the quickest way to get Carol to fuck her harder with those amazing fingers. "No, of course not. So you're going to stay out of these situations with boys, or even with other girls. It's just not safe, not now that you understand that your horny, slutty, sexy body will make you mindless and aroused so easily." Carol pulled Sophie forward, and even though Sophie's eyes were half-closed with bliss, she could see that Carol was pulling her head down into Carol's lap. The tweed skirt had been hiked all the way up to Carol's waist, and there were no panties underneath. "So you're only going to be like this with me. Any time I come to visit, you'll just let me right in, and let that sexy little pussy of yours do all the thinking for you." She pressed Sophie's face down until it was nuzzling Carol's pussy, and the musky scent absolutely swamped Sophie's senses. "It's all you need to do. It's all you want to do. Whenever you and I are alone, you're going to wind up right there, licking my pussy, aren't you?" Sophie's only response was a moan muffled by slick flesh. "You...oh, you can't stop it, you can't...mmm, you can't fight and...hhh...oh, good girl, good girl, good fucking girl!" Sophie felt a rush of fluid against her face and lapped it up eagerly. And then Carol was lifting her up, shifting position, sliding under her and pulling her shorts down around her ankles. Within moments, Sophie felt Carol's tongue licking her the same way she'd licked Carol just moments ago. It felt slick, wet, insistent, spiking into her pussy, and she was grinding down against it, moaning and begging and whimpering but it all just came out as grunts and moans because her mouth was occupied sucking on Carol's clit, and every time she writhed in pleasure she felt her clothes restricting her movement and making her feel so deliciously helpless that she had to cum, and one orgasm led to the next, and to the next, and to the next... Until finally Carol slid out from under her, leaving her naked and spent on the couch. Sophie rolled over, barely able to move, her eyes glazed with pleasure. "My beautiful girl," Carol said, caressing her cheek with fingers slick with Sophie's juices. "And every night you'll think about this, about me, and those thoughts will lead you to arousal...and that will lead to playing with that beautiful pussy while you think about how easy it is to agree with everything I tell you...and that will lead to you looking forward to my next little visit, won't it?" Sophie knew that the only response that question could lead to. "Yes, ma'am," she said, her eyes sliding shut as Carol let herself out. THE END