7 comments/ 62606 views/ 6 favorites Lila By: terseperverse It was raining when we got out of the cab, and Lila was perturbed. The closest we could get to Jenn's place was about a block; her apartment was down a side street, too narrow for a car. It was all cobblestone, with dripping clotheslines overhead and tall brick buildings rising up on either side. It was her shoes, I think, and her hair, but Lila was not pleased. We stood together, sharing a disgruntled moment, before rushing and stumbling down towards the entrance. Lila had already been drinking, but she was only one ahead of me. "Jenn? Jenn! It's us! It's raining! Let us in!" "We've got tequila!" Buzz. Up the stairs and into the apartment, a few people, mostly hipsters and art school types in their mid twenties, nod in our general direction. Lila shakes the damp out of her careful curls. I run my hands through my hair, trying to restore its intentional messiness. A few eyes linger on Lila, on her elaborate makeup, on her soft maroon lips, on her impossible red heels. I take her coat because chivalry lives, and hang it up with mine. We enter the party. "Hey! I'm glad you guys made it," says Jenn, pushing her way toward us, martini in tow. "It wasn't raining when we got in the cab," Lila laughs, in the way that she does. "You look fine," says Jenn, "you look really fine," her martini adds. I smile and Lila smiles and Jenn waves her martini in deflection. "I'm kidding. Well, you do. It's nice to see you too, Jake! Nice shirt." "Thanks," I say, and I look down at the dark brown thing covered in fake stitched balloons. I like it, too, but I don't say so. I smile and mess with my hair again. Jenn stares blearily at us for a moment before Lila brings up the subject of margaritas and they head for the kitchen. I find my friend Sam Who Works At Future Shop and his friend Dale Who Brought Swedish Beer and now we've all done this before. A couple of drinks, three new acquaintances and five albums I've never heard of later, Lila finds me. She's not holding a margarita, but I can see a few in the way she grins. Her curls have fallen just slightly but she still looks so damn good, drunk, in out of the rain. Her dress, that tight brown thing with the bow, it's scrunched up around the waist just slightly and I can see her legs all the way down to those impossible heels and suddenly we're walking toward Jenn's bedroom. Inside, against the door, Lila pulls off my shirt and kisses my chest, dark red smudges. She bites just under my ribcage, where it hurts. Back up, she kisses my mouth, fast and messy and delicious. She's tequila and limes, undoing my belt. Feeling my hips and ribs. I grab her and turn her, pushing her back against the door now. She reaches for the front of my jeans and feels me, hard, but it's my turn. I move one hand up to her neck and pull her into a kiss, reaching the other to feel the front of her dress. She pushes against me, hard. I pull up the dress and I'm treated to something red and lacy, which must be uncomfortable with the stiff cock inside, straining against it. Lila pulls me out and I press against her, feeling the warm, hard heat beneath so much lace. I can't think straight. Every time we go out, no matter where, by my second drink all I can think about is what lacy, cottony, strappy thing she'll be stretching out later. These particular panties hide just about nothing and with my hand I feel every detail of her cock through the intricate material. She moans, maybe too loudly, but I don't care. Who could care? I tug on the fabric and she pops above the waistband. Lila moans with freedom and I'm on my knees, kissing and worshipping her. My other hand finds my dick, unbearably hard, and I stroke it quickly, without thought. I'm sucking her, feeling her, trying to please every inch of her. I reach up to feel what might as well be breasts, her nipples hard under the thin material. "Wait," she says, "stop, I'm going to come." I slide her out of my mouth, reluctant. I stand up and everything hard about us touches as we kiss. When it ends, her eyes are saying fuck me so her lips don't need to. There's lube in my pocket and I twist it open with my teeth, tasting chemical strawberries. Lila takes it and spreads it over me with her fingers, with her painted nails, with her moisturized hands. I can't begin to explain how this feels. I take Lila by the waist and turn her again, pressing her chest against the door. Her tits, which must be huge and breathtaking. I pull down the red lacy nothing and feel her ass, firm and warm and too inviting. She breathes in deep when I press against her. The tip of my cock pushes at her ass, desperate but careful. She claws at the door, digging her nails into the cheap paint job. Leaving little crescent moons. When I'm finally inside her, all of me, I kiss the back of her neck. The part the dress doesn't cover. When I fuck her, we play with her cock. She strokes herself with all the slippery fake strawberries, whichever other hand holding her up. I push my fingers in circles around the base of her, massaging her. She grips herself. I stroke the tip of her and grab her thighs. Our hands are sticky and wet and moving everywhere. "Lila," I say, "you're so tight. Your pussy is so tight." "Fuck me," she says, "fuck my cunt. Fill me up with your hard cock." We talk like porn stars. We talk like we have someone to impress. I fuck her and I stroke all of her, our fingers working together. When she comes, we both try to catch it all, but she comes so hard. She comes on the door, on our hands, on her legs. She tells me she's coming and she arches her back, pushing her ass against me. Then I'm coming, deep inside her. I don't know where my hands are. I'm kissing everything that looks like skin and she's trying to catch her breath just like me. When she turns around, out of breath, she's messy and beautiful. Her lipstick is gone and her hair's tangled, but she's perfect. This close, I can see the jaw line hidden by blush. I can see the plucked eyebrows. I can see every detail she's considered, but I don't care. She kisses me because she knows I don't. We're smiling, all messy grins against the door, but she's just right. She's Lila My Girlfriend, and I'm Jake Her Boyfriend, and there are margaritas waiting in the kitchen. Lila Lavender candles were lit, their flames sending flickering shafts of light onto the walls. Low music played, the sensual beat echoing slightly in the flame-cast room. The bathtub was filled with hot water, bubbles settling lazily on the surface. The scene was set for a relaxing evening. Lila lifted her leg and stepped gracefully into the tub. Once both feet were in, she sat down gently, careful not to slosh the water over the edges. She had filled the tub perfectly. No water spilled over, and the surface lapped against her stomach and chest. She slid down, resting her head on the rim, wriggling to get comfortable. Her hair was pulled into a knot on top of her head, but tendrils escaped and curled around her face from the humidity in the room. A long sigh escaped her lips, and the corners of her mouth turned up into a small smile. Only her knees and the tips of her breasts were exposed from the water; the rest of her was happily relaxed, the tension in her body seeping out into the bath. Though the room wasn't cold by any means, in fact, the mirror was fogged- her nipples puckered above the water. Tiny bubbles fizzed and popped around her, and the sound made her smile again. Lila's thoughts flitted to and fro, going over scenes from the day, finally coming to rest on the handsome stranger she met at the store. He had seemed more than interested, but Lila couldn't encourage him. In her mind's eye, she saw his broad frame, his dark hair rumpled by the wind, and his expressive brown eyes. Those eyes had devoured her. Lila felt herself flush at the thought, and her nipples hardened again. Almost unbidden, she felt a faint pulse between her legs. Her eyes were shut, and she just knew this mystery man was standing at the bathroom door, hiding behind it, watching her. The thought thrilled her anew. Lila's back arched slightly, lifting her breasts further out of the water. She wanted him to see. Reaching out, Lila grabbed a bottle of bath oil and poured some in her palm. Replacing the bottle, she rubbed her hands together slowly then placed them on her shoulders. Her hands slid easily over her skin, and she brought them down to her breasts. Cupping them, she rolled their weight around, letting her thumbs rub circles around her nipples. They were still hard, and she pinched them lightly. The pulsing between her legs intensified, and she pressed her thighs together arousing herself further. Lila's eyes opened, and she leaned forward to unplug the tub. She let enough water out so that her pussy was almost out of the water, but not quite. Settling back against the tub again, her hands continued their wandering. She stroked her stomach and her thighs lightly, just barely tickling her skin and goosebumps rose. Lila poured some more oil directly onto her stomach, and her stomach muscles clenched and pulled inward at the cold. The oil trickled into her navel, and on down... Her hands spread the oil around slowly, goosebumps appearing once more from the temperature. From her shoulders to her knees she spread the liquid, and one hand hesitated between her legs. She let her fingertips slide slowly along her slit. Her clit peeked out slightly, and she hissed in a breath as her finger grazed it. Back and forth her finger moved and finally, she pressed in between her lips. She was wet, and not from the water or the bath oil. Lila scooted down a little farther, placing her feet on either side of the tub at the far end, effectively spreading her legs and lifting her hips. At her movement, the water lapped at her pussy and she shivered. She let her fingers roam between her silken folds, spreading the oil and her juices. She rubbed at her clit a little, but not too much. She wasn't done playing. The slow seduction of herself, and the feeling of being so wet turned her on further. The pull inside her lower abdomen begged for her to be filled. Lila's breathing increased as quickly as her need. She glanced up at the door, certain her mystery man would be watching; but he wasn't. However, the fact he was missing didn't change anything. She still wanted him; she still wanted fucked. Lila tried to stay at a slow, sensual pace, but it was no use. She needed it. Stepping from the water, she toweled off for a moment and left the bathroom more wet than dry. Her hand had wandered down while she walked, and she rubbed her clit on the way to the bed. By now her pussy was clutching at nothing, and she was moments away from coming. Lila made it to the foot of the bed, and she stopped. Lifting her right leg, she set her knee on the bed and braced herself with her left hand. Her fingers moved faster, circling and massaging the place that would get her off with a quickness. She had barely gotten herself adjusted when her hips jerked as she came, thrusting forward on their own volition. Gasping for breath, she removed her slippery hand and turned to sit on the bed. A man was standing at the door, but it wasn't her mystery man. "Interesting show you put on, my love." His smile was devious. "I didn't realize you would be home this early." Lila's face flushed as her husband strolled into the room. "I didn't either, but I'm glad I was." He stripped off his shirt as he came closer. Lila licked her lips, and her pussy gave a twitch, seeming to be happy now that cock was available. Andrew unzipped his pants and pulled them to the floor along with his boxers. As he stood, Lila saw proof that he had enjoyed the show. His cock jutted from him, throbbing and dripping pre-come. "On your hands and knees please." Andrew smiled and grabbed her arm to help her over. Lila scooted backwards, already just as horny as she had been minutes before. Andrew barely took time to aim, and she was filled completely. His cock slid easily and he moaned. It only took a few thrusts before he grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her head back, riding her with abandon. Lila whimpered as her pussy convulsed around him. She moved so that she was laying on her chest with her ass in the air, and Andrew growled above her, thrusting harder and with each stroke he hit bottom Lila moved her arm down, getting her hand between her legs as he fucked her. His balls slapped against her hand as she found her clit and started the process all over again. It took only seconds and she came again, her free hand clutching the sheets as her pussy clamped around Andrew's cock. She tore her fingers away from the sensation, and Andrew rode harder for a few more thrusts before he groaned through gritted teeth. His breath came out in a violent rush as he pulled out, splashing her ass with his cum. Lila held still while he finished, her pussy throbbing pleasantly. Andrew moved from behind her and grabbed his shirt, wiping her off. "Every day." "What?" Lila was confused. "I want to come home to that everyday. So you better figure something out." Andrew smiled as he tried to catch his breath. Lila flipped over onto her back, spreading her legs to his hot gaze. "We'll see." Lila 2: A Trilogy Nears Its End! For those narrow-sighted people who simply don't believe in monsters and demons, I offer one simple word: Tuesday. For me, Tuesday's utter vapidity has grown into a more fearsome creature than any long-toothed beastie my subconscious has ever concocted. Monday might represent the depressing beginning of the work week, but when you have a blisteringly boring job like mine, Tuesday is the six-headed, snake-haired, tedious reptile that breathes the fire of monotony through its irritating nostrils. So last Tuesday, I used the one accumulated personal day I had earned through eighteen months of work as a picker/divider on the warehouse floor at Zero Tolerance Industries and decided to sit around on my butt in my sub-efficiency apartment, now and then taking to my knees in prayer for a hasty end to the week, the month, and whatever hopes I may have had for a better life. But the curse of Tuesday found me anyway-in my dreams, no less. Shortly before noon, during nap four in a proposed series of nine, my sleeping brain began to conjure up stupefyingly erotic imagery to torture me into submission. I dreamed of a raven-haired girl in high heels, a black bra, and no panties walking toward me on a California beach and whispering just five words into my ear, one of which was "you", one of which was "me", and a third, I swear to God, was a rare linguistic hybrid of "screw" and "butt" heard only in isolated tribal nations located close to the equator. My mind then moved on to a rapid-fire montage of sexual delights involving Jessica Rabbit, my third grade teacher Mrs. Tolkinbottom, and a pair of Chinese twins calling themselves Ing and Ung, who showed up at my place bringing their own beer and condoms, and who insisted for some reason on calling me "Sergeant Long." By the time I woke up, having been laid only in the half-reality of unconsciousness, I was so carnally frustrated I knew that to stay in my apartment a moment more would result in a strain injury to my right hand that would undoubtedly jeopardize my future career as an NFL quarterback (stop giggling, dammit, it could happen). So I went to the phone and called Lila. You might remember Lila, whose adventures with me at a bookstore called Tomes-a-Waitin' gave me enough memories for the first three volumes of the autobiography I have no interest in writing. I knew Lila was bored on Tuesdays too, and she was always up for a road trip of some sort. But when she answered the phone I heard static on the line, and that meant only one thing. "Lila, can you hear me?!" I yelled. "Yes, what's up?!" she yelled back. "Dammit, Lila," I shouted, "can't you unplug the vibrator long enough to even answer a simple phone call?!" "Hell no!" she shouted back. "I paid a hundred and thirty bucks for this thing, and it's gonna get used!" I rolled my eyes. "I need to go out, Lila, but I can't be reminded of anything sexual. I want one day, just one day mind you, to reflect on the higher pursuits in life, not just the eternal quest for tail." The static on the line disappeared as I heard a muffled click. "Going out is always fun," Lila said agreeably. "I need some air anyway; I've been going at it for two and a half hours." "Enough, girl!" I warned. "I can only get through Tuesday if I have no sexual distress of any kind, understand? Today I celebrate the nobility of Man through abstinence in thought and deed!" She agreed to try to think about complying for now, and I swung by her house to pick her up. Lila and I did occasionally dance the giddying dance of coitus, but her animalistic intensity, wildly effective technique, and total lack of inhibition had made me realize that since I would never, ever find a match like her in the future, I'd better wean myself away entirely now while I still could. (I asked you, please, to stop giggling, and I meant it.) I can't tell you how mad I was when Lila bounded out of her house wearing a leather do-me-twice-before-breakfast mini-skirt and a clingy have-your-way-with-me-over-brunch white halter top. "Good Lord," I complained. "Doesn't anybody listen to me?!" "These are the only clothes I had," she insisted. "The other ones got kind of sweaty when I was playing with myse-" I cut her off right there with a proviso that any further suggestivity would result in penalties up to and including ejection from the vehicle. But the mere sight of her fingers playing with her shiny blonde hair, her long tanned legs crossing and uncrossing, and the maddening scent of her perfume caused me to make too many sidelong glances in her direction, leading to a penultimate moment when Lila leaned over to change the radio station, affording me an accursed front row view of her immaculate handlebars, which were obviously going bareback that day, and the next thing I knew a Yield sign was disappearing underneath my front bumper. "Oh, terrific!" I shouted as I saw blue and red lights flash in my rearview mirror. "That's the third Yield sign I've iced this week!" Lila was laughing hysterically. "This should take your mind off sex for a few minutes, at least," she said.. Well, that much was true. I fished my registration out of the glove compartment, pretty sure I would be saying goodbye to not just my front end this time but my license as well. The cop leaned into my window and smiled. "Interesting driving technique," she said. I gulped, not out of shame but because the armed babe's long brown hair, cherry red lips, and skin-tight uniform had instantly short-circuited six of my brain's eight cylinders. I mumbled something about being distracted by tragic thoughts of the coming anniversary of John Denver's passing and held out my license. The officer took it and walked around to the front of the car. She bent over, way over, way WAY over, to inspect the damage to the sign. My eyes locked in on her shapely pluto like two horny Stinger missiles. "Wow, that's some hot five-o snuzzer!" Lila commented. "I'm....begging....you," I sputtered. As we watched, the cop reached down and wrapped both of her smooth hands around the long, hard Yield sign, slid them up and down a few times to get a better grip, then ever-so-gently guided it upright again. I moaned. Lila positively delighted in it. The cop walked back to us, shaking her head. "You really did a job on that. I don't think it'll be fully erect again for a while." Lila forced a fist into her mouth to stem the flow of her laughter. "I, um, I'll try not to do that again," I said. The next thing I knew, the cop was sweeping her eyes up my body and across my chest. "Do you work out?" she purred suggestively. "Me?" I replied weakly, wondering if the three pushups I did in 1989 had suddenly manifested themselves into something resembling a muscle. "Well, I...." "Because I think I've seen you at FlexMe Fitness," she said. "Oh, yeah," I laughed nervously. "I go there a few times a week." The fact is that I had been there only once, trying to find a public bathroom. She flung her hair away from her gorgeous face and sighed saucily. "I'm going to slurp you off 'cause I'm horny," she said then. My blood pressure rocketed up five hundred points, hit the ceiling, and dropped another thousand. "What?" I gasped. "I said, I'm going to let you off with just a warning. Just go right around the corner to the station and pay for the damage." With that, she sashayed back to her cruiser, leaving my mouth hanging open and my imagination trying desperately to get up off the canvas. Lila forced her face into her shirt so as to hide her tears of joy. "I haven't seen a look of such sexual agony on a male face since my twelve year-old brother watched the interrogation scene from Basic Instinct!" she laughed. "Silence, devil woman!" I cried. "I will not be mocked! You probably set that whole thing up!" "Oh, give me a break," she said. "If I wanted to torture you, all I have to do is start talking about how incredible that vibrator felt in my delicate pu-" I peeled out rather suddenly to drown out her nightmarish words. It was six blocks before my erection faded. I tried not to think about anything, anything at all, just a black silent void. A lightless, limitless nothingness where no thoughts of sexual congress could ever enter. A dark, wet, enveloping place. A place so accepting, so tight, I could slide right into its warmth, then pull out just long enough to bend it over the nearest picket fence and commence to- "Stop the car!" Lila was shouting into my ear. Someone's Daewoo had broken down on the shoulder. I caught sight of a female figure and hit the accelerator harder instead. "What are you doing?" Lila asked. "I feel the need to do a good deed to atone for all the perverse shnazzing I've been doing lately!" "No women!" I insisted. "They must not enter my sight for even a moment! I'm dangerously close to meltdown!" "Oh, please, that old biddy was at least a hundred and seventy years old," Lila reasoned. "Back up and let's give her a hand." I reluctantly threw the car into reverse, figuring maybe Lila had a strange point. Doing something benevolent toward a fellow human bring would almost certainly give me an ever-so-brief respite from the storm of my disgusting thoughts. The little old lady waved at us as we approached. "Oh, thank heavens," she said happily. "I'm ever so clumsy with automobiles." Lila grabbed onto my arm and leaned her head on my shoulder. "Don't worry, ma'am, my boyfriend will have you back on the road in a heartbeat." "Back off, demon slut," I whispered under my breath. "I hope it's only a simple repair," the old lady said. "I've got to get my granddaughter off to boarding school!" With that, the rear door of the Daewoo was thrown open and out stepped the granddaughter in question, a teenaged lass with fiery red hair and deep blue eyes. Her absurdly undersized Catholic school outfit was snuggled over a cartoonishly slutty body that threatened to pop out in every direction at once like a jellyfish dumped into a spaghetti strainer. "Grandma, Mr. DeBlow said he'd have to discipline me again in his office if I was late getting back to school!" she complained. Then, seeing me, she curtsied fluidly and smiled. "Pleased to make your acquaintance, sir." "Hiya," I said, and shifted my gaze quickly into the distance, where a billboard advertising septic system repairs soothed my jangled nerves and in no way made me imagine what it would be like if the aforementioned curtsey were to end on my outstretched tongue. "What's your name, baby girl?" Lila asked provokingly. "Purity!" came the perky response. "Of course it is," I muttered. I gazed under the hood of the car and tried to focus. I leaned over and played with a couple of wires, hoping for the best. Purity leaned in beside me, her cheek about two inches from mine. "Do you fix cars for a living?" she asked, the odor of Bubblemint gum wafting in my face. "No!" I said curtly. "Can someone try the engine again?" "Ooo, let me do it!" Purity said cheerfully. "Grandma's been teaching me!" With that, she took three bounding steps toward the driver's side. I heard a resounding rip of cotton and glanced up to see almost the entire process of her sky blue blouse separating itself from her body, having gotten caught on the radiator cap with insufferable serendipity. "Oh Lordy!" cried Lila. "Will you look at what just happened! What are the odds?" Grandma No-Name gasped. Purity gazed down at her bronzed, bulging chest as if she had never seen it before. Her breasts strained against a red satin bra that was working overtime and probably a few extra hours on weekends just to maintain a hold on its curvaceous burden. I doubted the small metal crucifix depicting Christ's last agonies which rested lovingly between those blinding young blinkers was anywhere near as hard as I was at that moment. (Note to editor: I don't care what parts of this story you cut, but this last sentence has gotta stay.) "Why does this happen so often to me?" Purity wondered aloud. "All right, I think we're done here!" I said, slamming the hood shut. "Looks like you need a tow, so sorry, gotta split!" "Oh, Rufus, your hands are filthy with oil," Lila observed cheerfully. "Purity, give the nice man your skirt so he can wipe them off." Purity shrugged and began to unfasten buttons, but I was too fast for any of them. By the time I caught a flash of the lacy edge of Purity's black panties, I had seized Lila's hand and dragged her most of the way back to my Datsun. In three seconds we were back on the road, me cursing any and all gods above for the way they had chosen to forsake me. About fifteen seconds after that, we ran smack into what I can only refer to as The Phenomenon. Cars were skidding to a halt everywhere as no less than forty hot naked chicks charged across northbound route 44. (Dammit, I should really save this last sentence for the opening of my Watergate novel.) Like a herd of unintentionally sexy buffalo they rampaged toward my car, pursued by eight or nine state troopers who were waving gawking motorists out of the way. Video cameras appeared of nowhere, flash bulbs popped, and those witnesses lacking any recording technology at all whipped out sketch pads and hoped for the best. I threw my hands in front of my burning eyes as the three hot naked chicks in front of the pack passed my car. One of them leapt onto the hood and bounded over the roof. I could hear her hot naked feet up there. "I'm not seeing this!!" I bellowed. "What the hell is going on?!" "There's been a breakout at the porn star prison!" a passing CNN reporter yelled. "There's no such thing as a porn star prison!" I exclaimed. "Yeah there is, it opened up next to the Playboy Playmate law library on Division Street," Lila noted. "Man, did you see the incredible wetmelon on that blonde? I think I remember it getting shnazzed in the pre-title sequence of A Streetcar Named Semen." "Okay, here's the deal!" I shouted at her, banging my head against the steering wheel. "We're going straight to the city dump, the most un-erotic place on earth, and we're staying there till dusk, and you're going to take it and like it, understand?!" Lila cackled mockingly. "But I have an appointment at four to have my nipples moisturized. I thought you could hold my hand through it." "I consider you an accessory to this day!" I cried. "You tied that girl's shirt to the radiator cap, I know it!" "That much I admit," Lila said mildly. "If that hadn't worked, I was gonna come up with some kind of lesbian angle, maybe lay a big sloppy French kiss right on that ruby virgin tongue of hers." "I can't see you or hear you!" I protested. "You're nothing more than a bag of groceries sitting on my passenger's seat!" "That reminds me, we gotta stop at a farm stand and buy a really big cucumber. I wore my last one out on Friday night. I forget, have you ever watched me insert a-" She went on, but I had resorted to the last of my dwindling mental weapons to drown her out, replaying the thrilling final inning of the 1997 World Series in my mind, relying on the echoing, sexless prattle of Vin Scully to patch my frazzled psyche. It worked for a good fifteen minutes, right until the moment we pulled up to the dump. The neutered anticipation of throwing out the old soda cans and Arby's wrappers littering the floor of the car restored me to my normal self, and I knew as soon as I saw the first gigantic pile of sludge and cess off to the right that I had somehow managed to completely conquer the many sexual demons that had today tried to possess me. The ambiance of the filth that stretched off in every direction inured me even to Lila's deep-throated complaints about how itchy her panties had suddenly become. I was victorious! Who said that sex was all men ever thought about? I pulled the car over in Area C, which was reserved for the disposal of broken snow globes, dead animals with four hooves or less, and other loose detritus. Here at last was a place a man could feel completely at peace, where his mind could zero in on the truly important things in life-mainly throwing crap away. As I tossed sundry items over the railing, everything from last Sunday's Help Wanted section to a half-filled box of rotting blueberry Pop Tarts, my very intellect seemed to sharpen, and the unpleasant carnal memories of the day faded into nothingness. That was when I heard Lila clear her throat behind me. I turned to see her standing a few feet away, hands on her hips, staring at me bitterly. "You're ignoring me, Rufus," she said testily. "Terribly sorry, Lila," I said. "I just got caught up in thinking of how society's condemnation of the refuse which society itself creates presents a fascinating paradoxical paradigm. If, for example, we let A equal the garbage we see all around us-" "That does it, babe," Lila said coolly, and pulled her white halter top over her head. "I can only take so much of your so-called willpower." I stopped in mid-sentence. Lila stood before me now in only her leather miniskirt and a pink push-up bra. "Now just a second, Lila, good buddy, good friend," I said nervously. "Wait right there. Don't do anything you'll regret." "Like this?" she said, and tore off her skirt in what seemed like slightly less than one delicious motion. She put her hands on her hips in a deadly come-hither pose, smiled seductively, and hooked her thumbs inside the elastic band of her thong panties. "No, Lila!" I said desperately. "Look, let's make a deal! Anything, anything you want, just don't go any further!" "What I want," she said softly, "is to see you grab that handsome foghorn of yours." She turned slightly and kicked her shoes right over the railing into the abyss below. She then took one step toward me and shucked her panties down a couple of inches. "Look in your heart!" I cried, sinking to my knees and clasping my hands in supplication. "It is up to me and me alone to celebrate the nobility of Man!" "Wouldn't it feel just lovely to free that long hard love-bone while you watch me strip?" Lila wondered aloud. "Isn't that what you really want to do?" "No!" I shouted, staring straight ahead at Lila's navel. "No! I want to use this day to create a work of art, or plant a tree or read a book, or follow an idea to its logical endpoint!" "Or you could just let me spelunk you silly," Lila said from above. "I want to read the Koran and paint a Flemish landscape!" I blurted. "Let lesser men be such pathetic victims of their libidoes that they can't go a single day without trying to shnazz anything that moves! I want to be better than that!" Lila kneeled in front of me, pressing her breasts against me and squeezing my crotch with demanding urgency. "Is the Koran that book of sexual positions?" "That's the Kama Sutra, you evil harpy!" I cried as I heard the zipper of my jeans being undone. I knew I was spiraling out of control, and grasped like a drowning man at the unsexiest images I could summon. When Lila's cool fingers touched Jude the Obscure, I thought of war atrocities in Sierra Leone. When she playfully touched her tongue to the sensitive underside, I imagined the suffering children of Somalia and Burundi. When she took the whole length of my bursting trumpet into her wet, inviting mouth, I pretty much lost interest entirely in my visualizations of political and geographical strife and decided to shift my focus instead to yoidling Lila's perfect body as hard and as fast as humanly able. So I blame another menacingly vapid Tuesday for the way I drew Lila back onto her feet and lifted her onto the hood of the Datsun, laying her down with her legs spread wide so I could get my mouth into her Smothering Heights with minimal difficulty. Yes, it was Tuesday's fault that I licked and sucked her for such a long time that both of us nearly passed out. I commenced to make Tuesday pay for what it had done to me by sliding one finger into her just to mark my place so I could pause to swallow her oats down and dive right back in for seconds. Lila 2: A Trilogy Nears Its End! "These surroundings don't turn you off even a little bit?" I asked her hopelessly as I stood up and positioned The Big Lead One inches away from her drenched homewrecker. "The city dump, a four-post bed, what's the real difference?" she panted, settling her heels on my shoulders and propping herself up a bit with her elbows to get a better view of my slow entry into her. "There's no need to be such a gentleman," she advised me when every inch of my foghorn had disappeared entirely. "We're surrounded by rusty needles, old pizza boxes, and used batteries." "Good point, toots," I agreed, gripping her pluto with both hands and starting to thrust into her with great vigor. "A city dump shnazz should by definition be a real backclawer." Damn you, Tuesday, for the way you made Lila and I bang each other senseless in the open air! If it hadn't been for your miasmic boredom, I wouldn't have had to lift her entirely off the car and start hoisting sail totally out of control, and I'm sure Lila herself would like to have a few words with you about the way she was driven to push me backward onto the ground and ride me like a discount mechanical bull. She took hold of my hands then and made sure they stayed in constant caress of her lickables until she went spungo, laughing and sighing. As part of my reward for being such a good sport that day, Lila finished me off by stroking me rapidly and offering her heaving vowels for target practice, and I showered her chest and stomach with enough elephant jam to fill the fuel tank of a military transport jet. Like honey glaze on Aunt Sarah's Thanksgiving ham, it glistened upon her body artfully, inviting the world to sample the holiday cheer. (Mental note: check to see if this sentence was ever used in Native Son.) I slunk back to my apartment that night a defeated man. How could I look myself in the mirror knowing I was such a faceless pawn on sexuality's damnable chessboard? When Lila arrived that night at ten o'clock as we had agreed in order to continue our gadoogling session in my newly tiled bathtub, how would I apologize to her for being so cowardly in the face of the hormonal enemy? Did I even truly exist if all I could think of was licking soap bubbles out of Lila's chunnel? I had never felt so ashamed to be male in all my life, and I vowed to put my priorities even deeper under the microscope sometime before or during that evening's promised bondage games. Lila 3: The Freeing of the Pervs It had been more than four years since I'd seen Lila when my divorce was finalized. In that time, I had gone from a wild and carefree sex maniac whose goals and ambitions were seemingly limitless to a jaded and defeated shlub thanks to the efforts of one Doris Kapecknick, who made marriage into something akin to Martin Sheen's boat ride down the Nung river in Apocalypse Now. When I married Doris, she was a bright, attractive, aspiring sculptress. The second that two karats her finger, she was transformed into a minivan-wanting, short-hair-cutting, Everybody-Loves-Raymond-watching whiner whose idea of eroticism was accidentally saying the F-word when she stubbed her toe during one of her ever more disturbing morning weight checks. Her ceaseless cooings about motherhood finally drove me to the breaking point, and one night after watching her eat an entire pound cake over the course of "a special night" of Will and Grace, I proposed a simple ultimatum: either relax your absurdly antiquated views about anal sex or forget about spawning tikes with yours truly. So much for being married! I found myself at age thirty-two an unencumbered man once again, a little older, a little wiser, but still very much steadfast in my desire to seek out every available nubile female in town and leave them all walking funny. Then there was my whole Martha Stewart thing, which I realized was a bit of a longshot, but damn, did I want to slide America's Most Wanted into that pilaf-preparing tootsie. I proceeded to strike out miserably with the opposite sex at every bar, dance club, and bowling alley lounge within two hundred miles. Moves which had once guaranteed me the phone numbers and e-mails of pretty girls suddenly got me nothing more than curious stares. Strategies which had once assured me of getting to at least third base now resulted in weak pop-ups behind home plate. I was totally out of the game. I swear to God, I was very nearly rejected by the motionless image of redheaded twins on the cover of Swank. I finally understood what Eugene Levy must go through every day of his life. What I needed was a baptism by fire, a sure thing to get the lava flowing again. That was when I thought about Lila. Lila, whose lithe frame had undulated around me so many moons ago like a giggly anaconda devouring its horny prey. Lila, whose blonde hair had been like thousands of soft fingers stroking every erogenous zone on my body, including two or three science hadn't even discovered yet. Lila, to whom the concept of wild sex demanded nothing less than a top-of-the-line steel trapeze, a full eleven-man soccer team, and six trips to the pharmacy for more heating pads and ChapStick. Lila, who had once coaxed a fountain of sperm from me merely by writing the word NOW on a Post-It note and pasting it to my sweaty forehead. I needed to find her fast before the world of sex passed me by in its cherry red Ferrari and chucked an old Pepsi bottle at my head as it did. I tried everything to track down that magical pixie who could renew my outlook on life and grant my wangie as many wishes as it needed. I combed the internet personals for any sign of her, I interrogated friends, I hired a private detective to track her down. I even placed a fraudulent claim with the Missing Persons Network to get her face plastered on a milk carton. Unfortunately, the only photo I had of Lila depicted her riding me in the back of a Meals on Wheels van we had seen on the street while shopping for scarves, and it was sadly deemed unsuitable for public distribution. Finally, a vision came to me in a dream. In it, I was floating naked over St. Louis, gazing down at a post-apocalyptic world ruled by gigantic super-intelligent Sunkist oranges. Willie Nelson tried to shoot me down in his zebra-striped fighter jet, but I was too wily for him and together with Yosemite Sam I eluded danger and went on to own the world's largest licorice plantation. Then Lila appeared, whispering, "Oh, stop already. I'm living at Harmony Hills." Harmony Hills, I thought to myself as I showered the next morning. Now we were really through the looking glass. Harmony Hills was a place enshrouded in mystery, like Stonehenge or the John Tesh estate. It was said to be everything from a maximum security convent to a nudist colony for zombie midgets to a marijuana patch so vast it could mellow out the entire state of Israel. I drove down I-34 in my used Kia Sephia (Doris got the Honda in the divorce, that icky tramp), and soon breasted a hill which revealed the quote unquote splendor of Harmony Hills. The sign on the gate read NO TRESPASSING NO VISITORS NO PHOTOGRAPHING THIS SIGN NO LOOKING IN THIS DIRECTION MILK DELIVERIES IN REAR. A man who'd had satisfying sex sometime in the past five years would have turned around right there and then and contented himself with just a few more months of masturbating to the Tanya Harding wedding night video. But not I. I had not been so determined to enter someplace since Sally Triplett from eleventh grade civics class had told me that I absolutely could not do anything more than finger her as we watched The Aristocats together. I parked my car out of sight and crept through the dense woods toward the perimeter fence. When I reached the twelve foot electrified monster, I scrambled up a nearby tree and dangled from several high branches before dropping down inside the property, tumbling to the ground and rolling as soon as I hit to avoid several broken bones. (Okay, there was no perimeter fence. I walked through six feet of ankle-high grass and was pretty much at the front door of the main building. Leave me alone, I'm trying to entertain.) The central mansion was roughly the size of the Superdome, and had all the welcoming atmosphere of Lenin's tomb. I spotted an open window on the ground floor and crept in through it, the only time I had penetrated a truly hostile fortress since I eased myself into Cassie Simpkins from twelfth grade biology class in the back seat of my Pacer even as she cried out that God would punish us forever. (And hey, it turned out that He did!) I found myself in a vast hallway leading to an endless array of rooms. The decor of the mansion's interior stunned me to my very roots. On every wall were framed paintings and photographs showing acts of sexual congress plucked from the imaginations of some seriously perverted dudes and dudesses. I walked along looking left and right at naked bodies entwined deliciously in the national pastime, my mouth agape and my erection practically leading me down the hall. Here was a 4 x 6 painting of two people shnazzing shamelessly on a tropical beach. Here was an even larger photograph of a brunette goddess winking at the camera as she laid a soft tongue on the tip of something that could only be described as, well, the opposite of soft. Along came a painting that at first I had trouble making sense of, until I realized I was looking at not one, not two, but fourteen women sixty-nining in a bed that seemed to go on for miles. Thirteen of them were really, really good-looking, and the fourteenth just needed to part her hair on the other side. I had struck paydirt of the highest order! An entire enclosed society of perverts who were obviously secreted away somewhere engaged in an orgy on the grandest scale ever conceived! Surely they'd have a need for a technical advisor! What lay around the next corner? I wondered. Diamond-studded fishbowls full of condoms? Complimentary sex towels in all colors of the rainbow strung on a laundry line made from satin G-strings? Perhaps even a living nativity of the Kama Sutra involving half the population of Vermont? What lay around the next corner was Lila herself! There she was, silently mopping the marble floor of the main ballroom, where there was no balling going on as such, just a whole lot of empty. The ceiling featured what I'm sure was the largest pornographic drawing in the celebrated history of the visual arts. It was kind of like the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, yet subtly different because this focused a little more on poolside doggie-style sex. I gasped when I recognized Lila. She was wearing a floor-length dark blue prison dress, her hair was tied up in a schoolmarmish bun, she wore no makeup, and the polka dot toenail polish she'd sported long ago (an incredible turn-on for no understandable reason) had been replaced by, well, just toenails. "Lila!" I cried. "What have they done to you?" She turned, smiled, and stopped mopping momentarily. "Hey, you," she said. "Welcome to Harmony Hills. So glad you've decided to join us." "Join you in what, exactly?" I asked. "Why, freedom from sex," she said mildly. "Harmony Hills is a shelter for those who find too much sexual gratification in this world. People come here when they are absolutely overloaded with pleasure and wish to free themselves from the destructive grip of too much blissful lovemaking." "Did you just use the term 'lovemaking'?!" I asked her, wondering if I was still in a dream. "Who taught you that hideous word?!" "When I came here three years ago," Lila went on, "I was engaging in intercourse seven or eight times a day with total abandon, so happy that I nearly missed the whole point of living. Here, I was taught how to be miserable and frustrated. Finally, I have meaning." "But what about all the eye-popping hardcore stuff on the walls?!" I asked, baffled. "That's there to desensitize us," Lila said. "After so much time wandering these halls and seeing so much sin wherever I looked, I felt nothing at all about sex. Now I spend my days worrying about world economic issues, obsessing over my health, and generally feeling tense and uncomfortable. Soon I'll truly be a fully-rounded human." Three men appeared behind Lila, dressed in similar institutional garb. They smiled sexlessly at me. "This is Elbis, Thurman, and Rodney C.," Lila explained. "They and all the other men here engaged me in sexual union when I first arrived, over and over and over again, in every room in the mansion in every conceivable position, using every conceivable toy, until I was totally sated." "She was quite lovely when she came here," said Thurman, a geek if ever I saw one. "Now her inner loveliness has finally emerged." "Inner loveliness, right," I said. "She looks like a pancake with hooters!" "Ah, we used such insensitive words before we came to Harmony Hills," piped Rodney C. "Sad days those were indeed. Won't you now accept us as brothers and sisters and live out the rest of your days amongst our glorious eunuch family?" "Sure thing, freak show," I said, nodding cheerfully. "I just need to go to my car and get my toothbrush. See ya." With that, I turned and strode out with purpose and dignity, turning my nose up at these hopelessly misguided fools. (Okay, actually I ran like a sissified girlyman, my arms pinwheeling like a Hanna Barbera cartoon character. I thought the Harmony Hills freaks might be one of those cults that couldn't let you live once you knew their secret. There was no such drama as I dashed out of the house, and in fact, Elbis called after me to help myself to some mints from the dish beside the front door.) It was three hours later when my genius re-asserted itself and I realized I had to go back to Harmony Hills one more time, to unleash my brilliant plan on the monsters who had taken my Lila. After I finished watching the eleven o'clock and eleven-thirty episodes of Family Feud on the Game Show Network (Damn you, Doris, what did you make me into?), I crept back onto the Harmony Hills Estate. I snuck unseen to the main dormitory and found Lila's name on the directory—there were three L. Von Sniftermelons listed, so I had to take a lucky guess—then I snuck up the stairs and knocked gently on her door. She opened it in a nightgown about as sexy as one of those anti-radiation suits the Russian dudes wore at Chernobyl. She seemed surprised to see me. "Lila," I said, clasping my hands together and sinking to my knees, "I see now that I need help too. After I left here, I had impure thoughts about every woman I saw, including the ones on a commercial for the Special Olympics. Won't you show me the golden way of No-Sex Zen?" "Oh, of course I will!" Lila said happily. "This will be great. We can even be lunchline buddies when spring rolls around!" "Super!" I exclaimed. "But let us not look to the future when so much work needs to be done this very night to save my soul! I need to rid my heart of the foul demon Sex by whatever brutal means available!" "Hmmm," Lila said, pondering. "I seem to remember you and I having a great deal of intercourse some years ago....and you did not seem to tire of it." "Indeed, Sister Lila," I agreed. "I was one sick monkey." "I think it will take some very intense immersion therapy to cure you," she said. "Three, possibly even four weeks of constant union." I clutched my head and looked to the ceiling in agony. "I fear the immersion!" I cried, "Yet I must do what must be done." Lila picked up the phone. "I'll call Thurman. He'll arrange for several partners in the morning. The Burrit sisters are usually available—they're a little overweight, but the extra pounds have made their scars less noticeable somehow." "But Lila," I said, "it was always you I lusted for most. Until I am cleansed of the desire for your body in particular, all the other therapy will be quite useless, no?" "Mmmm, interesting point," Lila said musingly. "And for that cleansing to take hold for good, don't you agree that you and I should engage in union for two to three weeks straight?" "Wellll....." Lila said, scratching her head, "I do want to help..." "Please, Lila," I said. "I need you to reach out to a suffering spirit." She sighed. "All right. If it will help you see the light." With that, she excused herself and went into the bathroom for a few minutes. The first stage of my plan had gone off without a hitch. Now, if I could somehow reach deep down and summon the ability to please Lila's neglected bits, I was confident I could get her out of here. Stages two through seven would involve a slow re-introduction for Lila to the joys of gadoogling, and future stages would hopefully culminate in our execution of a sexual maneuver known in the equatorial continents as 'The Left-Handed Mummy', a drawing of which I had spotted in the dorm lobby three floors below and which would have sent millions of lonely male eBay bidders scrambling for their Visa cards. I was in for yet another shock. When Lila emerged from the bathroom, I was greeted with an erotic vision that eclipsed any I had previously known. She had covered her ruby lips in bright red lipstick, allowed her blonde hair to cascade loose over her shoulders, and changed into a see-through black negligee and high heels. "Jesus, Lila!" I said. "How come you have such hot clothing lying around?" "Oh, this," she said, bored. "I figured your stunted male psyche, having been conditioned from an early age to become aroused at the sight of a woman in come-hither attire, would demand such vapid sexual trappings to become excited." "I see," I said slyly. "What are the other trappings to which I have become enslaved, do you suppose?" "Oh, dirty talk is another evil we here at Harmony Hills have overcome. For instance, I suppose if I said I wanted you to shnazz my brains out with your long, stiff sausage, and that my scrumptious thelma was getting wet just thinking of having you slide it in there while you nibble on my perfect breasts, you'd display the typical sad Pavlovian response of all males." Pavlov was doing his thing, all right. I unzipped the fly of my jeans and lowered them a little to allow some precious oxygen into the busting front seam. "My urge as a backward male to dominate you is asserting itself already, Lila. I think I'm right on track. Sometime in the next five seconds I want to reduce you to a servile object and have you fellate me, then, when you beg me to allow you to swallow my Hot Whip, I'll wish to mount you from behind and shnazz like precocious puppies in a public park." "Precisely," Lila said, nodding in an intellectual manner as she reached a velvet hand out to free my seeing eye dog. "Your openness to this therapy is definitely going to hasten the process of you becoming a true soul." With that, she sank to her knees, lowered the shoulder straps of her negligee, and guided Herr Director to the softest spot between her blinkers. She made it draw a little wet circle there, my pre-pop glistening in the lamplight. She rubbed the head of my foghorn against one lickable, then the other, and finally took it into her mouth, displaying that she had lost none of her old oral expertise despite the fact that her mind had apparently hopped the soonest flight to Denver for a couple of weeks of skiing and Bible study. I won't bore you with the details of our encounter—you're not reading this for some transient sexual thrill. Suffice it to say that I gave my all to please Lila, whose disinterested yawns were insultingly frequent. I gadoogled her just the way she liked, me standing beside the bed and her laying on it, her legs held high in the air by my trembling hands, slow going in and quick on the outstroke. She seemed only bored. I snacked on Vitamin P for a solid hour, thinking I had her sailing over the edge of ecstasy when I heard a satisfied grunt, but when I peered up at her face I saw that she was only reading the Sunday paper's Style section and had seen there was a sweater vest sale at Sears. I even attempted Lila's old favorite stunt, a trick she tastefully called The Last Supper, but the only milk we could find on such short notice was two percent, there was not a single swizzle stick to be found on the estate, and my car battery was sorely undercharged. After three hours of non-stop shnazzing, my orgasm was so intense I swear it made me two inches shorter. "That's an excellent start," Lila said as I lay on the floor like a dying carp. "Why don't you take five minutes to towel off, and we'll begin again." I felt like Max Von Sydow taking a breather in The Exorcist, wanting only to find the nearest Iraqi bar and down a few shots of Pakakakakaki before sleeping for the next twenty years. "Lila," I said, "I've really had enough for one night. Get me in the morning after the breakfast buffet, okay?" "Oh no," she said sternly, hauling me up. "We've to got to get every ounce of union out of you for good. Now you have exactly three hundred seconds till your wangie has to be hard enough to take a stroll down Baltic Avenue, so get moving!" Well, my friends, it went on like that for two weeks. Day and night, Lila's choodle was either pressed firm against my face or wrapped snugly around my pretzel rod as I held on for dear life. Eating, sleeping, and water intake were afterthoughts in Lila's unforgiving regimen. Before coming to Harmony Hills, the most orgasms I had ever experienced in one day was five. Lila had to sign an abacus out from the east storage room to keep track of mine now. Let me tell you, by the tenth orgasm of the day, the other parts of your body start asking you some serious questions. You know you're in foreign territory when you're less concerned about keeping the new delivery of love-latté from hitting your sweetie in the eye than in what that bizarre moaning sound in your appendix could be. By orgasm fifteen, the visions set in. I distinctly remember carnalizing Lila from behind against her balcony railing at three in the morning of some unknown weekday, then pulling out to spray on her back, only to witness what little silkymilky I had left float mystically into the sky where it was scooped out of the air by tiny green Amish coppersmiths who tried to sell me some discount phone cards. I believe my nineteenth orgasm of July the seventeenth occurred when, in my coital delirium, I began to hump the fire extinguisher mounted next to Lila's door. Lila 3: The Freeing of the Pervs Finally, on the first day of August, my body had had enough. I possessed no feeling anymore between my stomach and my knees. I looked down in bed to see Lila pointlessly licking the tip of my St. Louis Ram. It was no use. I was done forever. I had about as much interest in sex as Michael Gilfarb has in moving to Three Rivers if Janey takes the job with Exxon. (Mental note: references to people only I know tend not to be quite as interesting to the reader.) And I saw the light, dear audience. The Clockwork Orange treatment had evacuated my mind of all thoughts erotic and perverted. Lila and I spent our final afternoon poring over nudie picture after nudie picture on the internet, staring at all manner of gadoogle-themed images to zero effect. In the old days, the very sight of the word "thigh" on a computer screen would reduce me to a blubbering, overly aggressive mass of testosterone, but no more. I now subscribed only to the purely reproductive aspects of sexual intercourse. When I looked at Lila, I now saw the honest, decent human being whose favorite book was A Room With a View and who had cried for two weeks when her beloved hamster Claudius Maximus had injured his wee paw when a peanut M & M rolled over on it, and the shallow memory of the wanton succubus whose lips could suck the paint off a yield sign disappeared into the ether of my sordid past. Lila and I married and had sex two more times—joylessly I assure you, and only to create two fine bouncing baby girls, Hestarene and Mollipoddle. We live safely enclosed within the walls of Harmony Hills, spending our days painting graphic images of couples whose cheerful shnazzing only belies the emptiness within them. The population of Harmony Hills has increased four hundred percent in the past two years, and there's talk of our great leader, Zorn, leasing Giants Stadium to stem some of the overflow. I urge you, dear friend, to go back to the beginning of this trilogy and read it again and again, so as to slowly sap your dreams of sexual misdeeds. Think of Lila's saga as a gentle erotic lathe gradually grinding down all of your impulses to lick, suck, shnazz, finger, stroke, and probe. By the twentieth reading or so, I feel confident you'll be ready to join us and start a brand new life, even more confident than I am that you'll stop midway through, close this book, and think to yourself, "Good God, who wrote this crap?" THIS TRILOGY IS HEREBY DEDICATED TO THE BRAVE YOUNG GIRLS OF ARMSTRONG SENIOR HIGH CLASS OF 1988, SO MANY OF WHOM, I SEEM TO RECALL, POSSESSED SERIOUSLY SMOKIN' RACKS. Lila and Masoud, An Interlude Lila had a hard time focusing on her work that morning, impatiently checking the clock every few minutes. As soon as the hour of noon arrived, she turned off her computer, straightened her desk and said goodbye to her co-workers. To them, she was a middle-aged woman, quiet and reserved, a widow for some years. Several times other girls at the firm had tried to fix her up. One had a widowed uncle, another had an older relative who lived in a nearby city. Lila always politely declined the offers. She knew this puzzled them, because she was still reasonably attractive, and what woman wouldn't want the security and comfort of a nicely placed husband? What Lila could not explain to them, dared not even hint at, was that she had been her nephew's lover for the past year. When her husband died, her sister and brother insisted that she move in with them, knowing she had been left with very little. Lila was grateful to her sister and brother-in-law for their generosity. Not every family was so willing to take in a widowed sister or daughter, especially one with very little financial means. But once she moved into her sister's home, things had not gone according to plan. Her handsome 27-year old nephew, Masoud, had shown an interest in her. Lila tried to fight off his advances, but was equally drawn to him as he to her. One day, when they were alone in the house, he simply took what he wanted, following her to the shower and making her his own private lover. Their torrid affair had continued to this day. Lila hurried to the small market near her apartment. She saved enough money from her job, so that, against the dismayed protests of her sister, she could move out to a place of her own. The boldness of her nephew convinced her that living under the same roof with his parents would only mean disaster in the end, sure they would be caught by someone in the household. Masoud had instructed her to come home from work, shower, and then wait for him on her bed, wearing nothing. He wished to see her naked upon walking in the door. She could not refuse him and knew he would pleasure her body for hours. A short while later she returned home, a grocery bag in her hands. She put away her few groceries, cutting up a cool watermelon into bite-sized cubes. She showered, rubbed her body with lavender oil, placed the small cut-glass bowl of watermelon to the side of the bed, and lay back on the soft velvety comforter, awaiting the arrival of Masoud. She didn't have long to wait before she heard his footsteps on the landing outside, and the key turning in the lock. He had his own key and would drop by any time he could, sometimes wakening her in the middle of the night by slipping into her bed. Today he called out as he entered. "Auntie, I am here. Are you on your bed waiting for me?" "Yes Masoud, I am here on the bed," she replied, her pussy already wet from just the sound of his voice. He stopped in the doorway, taking in her full figured body, reclined across the bed. Her large soft breasts with their deep pink tips, her soft stomach, the gentle swell of her mound, covered in silky brown pubic hair. She was stroking one finger slowly through her pussy lips and as he stood there watching, Lila raised her wet finger to one breast and circled the wetness around the nipple until it hardened and became pointy. Opening her arms, she beckoned to him. "Come to bed nephew, auntie needs you so badly." Masoud strode toward the bed, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it aside as he did so. Kicking off his shoes, he crawled onto the bed toward her, his eyes dark with desire. They wrapped their arms around each other, kissing hungrily. It had only been two days since they could last be together but it felt much longer. "Aunt, I've been thinking of you all day long. My cock got so hard at work that I had to hide it from my co-workers!" His tongue slipped inside her mouth and his hands began to run across her body. He dipped his head to her breast,the one she had rubbed with her own juices and suckled the nipple. She whimpered and moaned, finally pulling him back up for another long deep kiss. "Did anyone see you come in?" Lila asked him. "I don't care if they did," he responded. "There's nothing wrong with a nephew stopping by to check on his aunt." "I know, but surely people will wonder if they see you coming here so often." "I only agreed to your moving out so that we could be together more. If you're worried about people seeing me coming and going, maybe you should move back home. That way, we can be together every night." Her nephew turned Lila over onto her stomach, pushing several pillows to lift up her hips. *Smack!* his hand came down on her butt cheek. "You like that?" he asked, kissing her butt. "You like it when I spank you auntie?" She arched her back, sticking her butt up into the air a little more. "Masoud! Oh nephew, what you do to me," she groaned, her pussy soaking wet. He continued to spank and then stroke and kiss her butt for several minutes, until her cheeks were a warm and rosy pink. Then he unzipped his pants and pushed them down to his ankles along with his underwear, removing both. Now naked as she was, he knelt between her legs, pushing them wider with his knees. Before him she was spread open and he could see her pussy. He gave her butt one more spank, enjoying the way her cheek jiggled back into place. But he could hold out no longer and he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to her pussy, flicking his tongue and sucking at her juicy depths. Lila was surprised that this time, he hadn't rolled her onto her back. This was something new. But then again, her nephew was always surprising her with one thing or another. Even though she had been married for many years before becoming a widow, Lila had never experienced many of the things she and Masoud did together. * * * The first time Masoud had licked her pussy, she had been shocked. She'd heard that some men liked doing such a thing but thought it was perverted. But her nephew had overruled her fears, telling her that it would give him great pleasure to do so. Oh, she could still remember every sensation of the first time his warm breath had blown against her lips down there as she lay quivering with nervousness. Then Masoud pressed his mouth against her, quickly followed by his probing tongue! Lila had nearly screamed out in pleasure, leaving her shocked and embarrassed by her extreme reaction. Masoud had continued licking her all over her private area and then stuck his finger inside her. Her husband had done that with his finger, but without preparation and Lila had never really enjoyed. Her nephew's touch aroused her so much, she thrust back against his fingers and called out for more! He made her so wanton! By now, she opened her legs eagerly to him, and sometimes she even sat on his face! He liked it! She had also discovered that she enjoyed taking his penis in her mouth and sucking on it, licking it up and down and all over. Sometimes Masoud would release into her mouth, or other times he would pull her up on top of him and tell her to "ride him." In her wildest dreams, Lila never guessed that such pleasures would come her way. * * * Now Lila lay on her stomach, bottom lifted up by the pillows beneath her, her nephew lustily eating her pussy as she wailed in ecstasy. She could feel an orgasm building up inside her, knew she would cum very soon, releasing another flood of juices into his waiting mouth. Masoud was thrusting one then two fingers inside of her while sucking on the little nub at the top of her pussy, and Lila spread her legs as wide as she could, begging him for more. Masoud's finger slid out of her pussy and made its way toward her small hole between her arse cheeks. This was another formerly nasty thing that her nephew talked his aunto into, and now she loved it when he stuck a finger inside her arse. It always toppled her over the edge into orgasm and this afternoon was no different. After only three or four deep thrusts of her nephew's finger into her arse she came, panting and crying out, clutching the covers underneath her. As Lila came down from her orgasm, Masoud ran his hands up from her buttocks along her waist and then slid them up and underneath her body so he could grasp her breasts. He lowered his body onto hers, his cock hard as a rock, feeling around for her entrance. She was so slick and wet! Lila gasped. "What are you doing nephew?" Masoud pushed his cock inside her hot wet pussy and she cried out and then moaned deeply. From this angle, her nephew's cock slid deep inside her. Moving in and out, Masoud began to thrust deeper, harder, his aunt's squeals of pleasure driving him on. "Do you like this Aunt Lila? Hmmmm, sweet auntie?" All she could do was moan, barely able to whimper, "yessssss." "Your arse feels so good against me auntie, you are a beautiful cushion." Thrust, thrust, thrust! Masoud's hips were a blur against Lila. She was nearly screaming out now, lifting up on her knees so she could push back against him, meeting him halfway. "Yes auntie, take it!" he ground into her ear. "Take your nephew's cock deep inside your pussy." "Oh yes, fuck your auntie! Give it to me nephew!" Harder and harder he pounded into her, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the soft squelching her pussy made as he pushed in and out, joining in with their obscene words to each other. With a yell Masoud came, spurting deep inside of her, clutching his aunt's hips to hold her tightly against him. Lila lay panting, pussy still throbbing, as he collapsed on top of her, both of them spent from the furious love-making. Masoud's weight felt good, pressing her down against the bed, his body warm and relaxed on top of her. "Oh auntie, you feel so good wrapped around my cock, I never want to leave your body." Masoud's contented voice tickled her ear. "That was amazing," Lila answered. "I love it when you stay inside of me after you cum." As if on cue, her pussy clenched a little bit on his cock, an aftershock of her orgasm. After a few minutes, her nephew rolled off, and Lila lifted herself up and off the bed, going to the bathroom to refresh herself. Masoud followed and watched as she dampened a cloth with warm water and wiped herself clean. She used to be embarrassed to have him watch her, but now Lila was quite accustomed to Masoud seeing her in almost any situation. They both returned to the bed, and she offered him some watermelon. He ate a few pieces and then told his aunt he would be right back. Leaving the room, he took the bowl of fruit with him. She lay there, puzzled. "Sugar? Do you need something? I can fix you something to eat." "No, stay put," he called back, "I'll eat when I come back." There was laughter in his voice, and also something deeper, and she wondered what he was up to. When Masoud came back into the bedroom, the bowl of fruit in his hands, Lila didn't notice anything different at first. "Lay back against the pillows auntie, and I'll feed you some melon," he instructed. Lila did as he asked, opening her mouth as her nephew lifted a piece of cool fruit to her lips. Masoud surprised her by rubbing it slowly around her lips before putting it into her mouth. As Lila chewed and swallowed the sweet melon, Masoud's lips descended on hers, his tonglue licking off the juice and then thrusting into her mouth. "Mmmm, so good," he murmured, picking up another piece. This time, he ran it down and around her nipples before putting it into her mouth. As she swallowed the juicy tidbit, Masoud sucked the juice off her chest and nipples. The third time, Masoud slid down between his aunt's legs and rubbed the melon up and down her slit. The coolness made her gasp, and then gasp again when he pushed the piece inside of her! What was he doing?! He removed it with two fingers and held her gaze, slowly lifting it to his mouth before popping it inside. "You taste like no other. I can't get enough of you." His tone was deep, possesive. As she watched him through lust-glazed eyes, he picked up another piece of melon. Lila finally noticed what was different - Masoud had trimmed them so there were no square edges, only rounded ones. "I'm going to have a little picnic baby, watermelon and pussy juice," he growled. This time when he removed the piece of melon from her pussy, Masoud held it out to his aunt's mouth. "Take it, that's a good girl," he smiled encouragement. "See how good you taste." By the time the bowl was empty, her nephew had fed piece after piece into Lila's pussy and then proceeded to eat them out with his tongue, bringing her to two more orgasms, the last one with his cock in her mouth as Lila straddled his body, grinding against Masoud's face as her mouth bobbed up and down on his cock, her fingers playing with his balls. Exhausted, they fell asleep at last, curled in each other's arms. Lila & Mr. Wiley The first thing I noticed was she kept touching her mouth, her lips, with her long fingers, nails painted a glossy crimson. Absently, she would massage the outside of her lips and then lick them, of course, first every five or ten seconds or so, but then profusely, rubbing her tongue over and around them to keep them continuously moist. Soon she wasn’t simply touching her lips, but she was slipping fingers inside of her mouth, far inside, past the second knuckle. Then she would seem to catch herself doing it, catch herself licking her fingers, and then she would suddenly bring her hand up to adjust her black-rimmed glasses or quickly thrust her hand back into her lap again. “I’m sorry, Mr. Wiley,” Lila said, “I think I’m having a hard time following this.” I had called Lila, my assistant, in to watch some of the new marketing materials the boys upstairs had prepared; they told me the subliminals were hot. Always capable and efficient, Lila came in immediately. She was dressed as she generally is in the autumn months, in a knee-length woolen skirt, a white blouse, and a tight, form-fitting cashmere sweater that emphasized the swell of her breasts, which were somewhat large, ripened. She was unerring in her ability to maintain my correspondence, and I found her husky alto voice soothing when she would prompt me during our dictation sessions. She had a habit of adjusting her glasses whenever she noticed me looking at her, and I found this quite endearing. Though I have always considered her with the utmost professionalism, I also wondered how her cunt must look under those woolen skirts of hers, and what kind of sounds she would make if I was deep inside her. Now she sat on the small sofa in my office watching the marketing video, and she was having a hard time keeping her hands under control. Ostensibly, the video merely showed short-haired women, one blond and one brunette, sitting in Barcelona chairs in front of a coffee table, discussing the relative prices of precious metals and hard currencies. But who knows what was edited into that rather static tableau by the boys upstairs in quick cuts undetectable by the naked eye. I assumed it was these same two women, who were likely professionals, talent brought in from the Valley, performing some lewd acts on each other, flashes of one woman devouring the other’s pussy, or shoving an enormous black dildo in between the others legs, or simply masturbating each other with furious fingers as their stockinged legs were propped up on that coffee table. I wasn’t sure, though. Perhaps I should ask some of the boys upstairs. Lila was sucking on her thumb, making some sumptuously loud slurping noises, and then she stopped herself, blushing a bit, or was she merely flushed from excitement? I asked her what she thought the program was about. I noticed her swallowing a lot, and when she tried to speak to me, she gasped a bit, breathless, having a hard time forming her words. “I’m sorry, Mr. Wiley, I don’t seem to understand,” Lila said. “They are talking, they are talking about hard metals.” The women in the video continued to sit in their chairs and talk. The dark haired woman had brown skin and big breasts; they seemed to bulge underneath the jacket she wore, they seemed to be swelling right before my eyes. My cock was growing hard in my pants and I was thinking how much I needed to taste this woman, to bend her over that Barcelona chair and make her feel me deep inside her womb, and for a moment it seemed inevitable that I was going to have to undo my zipper and give it more room. But then I thought perhaps I should stop watching, because the subliminals might be affecting me as well. I forced my eyes away, but it was only with some difficulty. But I knew I should be observing Lila, whose eyes were indeed riveted to the screen, to these two women. When I called her name, she couldn’t even turn her head. She simply said lowly in her husky, breathless voice, “Yes, Mister Wiley. Yes?” She was still licking her lips profusely, and she was having considerable difficulty keeping her legs closed. They would loll open, as far as her skirt would permit, and then she would squeeze them closed again with a quick gasp. “I’m sorry Mr. Wiley. I can’t seem to concentrate. It’s just that I feel a little strange is all.” She adjusted her glasses quickly and her hand when suddenly to her chest, and she slid it down between her breasts and then up again, her eyes still glued to the screen, to those two short-haired women discussing the currency exchange. “It’s about money, right, Mr. Wiley?” Another gasp. Her hand went up and down between her wonderfully large breasts, creasing the cashmere between them as she slid her fingers through that groove. I had never seen Lila quite so confused. Her eyes shone, her pupils seemed a bit dilated. I noticed that quite soon, she was having a hard time keeping herself seated on the couch. She kept rising off of it and thrusting her buttocks up in the air, leaning forward and arching her back slightly, throwing her head back a bit, her straight black hair hanging down around her shoulders. She would try to open her legs further but her skirt kept restraining her. Her hips would begin to sway, giving her ass a little wiggle, but then suddenly she would catch herself, and sit back down again. She couldn’t take her eyes of the screen. I asked her what she thought and Lila said, licking her lips, “I’m sorry Mr. Wiley, what did you say? I am feeling strangely overcome.” She rose up again and lifted her ass again, leaning out and arching her back, her breasts hanging below her. Her blouse had come untucked from her skirt. She started, seeming to suddenly realize what she was doing as her hips pumped and swayed, but she found that she couldn’t sit herself down. “I don’t know why I’m doing this,” she confessed, gasping breaths in between words, and still licking her lips rather profusely. I could see them glisten in the florescent light. I wondered if she might not start drooling. She balanced herself by rocking back and forth. Her back was arched and her hands smoothed her skirt over her ass cheeks as they wiggled, she kept smoothing in a slowly undulating rhythm, and then she cupped her pendulous breasts and turned her hands over them. “They talked about hard . . .” she said, her voice trailing off as she began to pant a bit. She caught herself for a second and adjusted her glasses. “I’m sorry Mr. Wiley,” she said with no traces of embarrassment. “I just feel like I need to touch myself.” I didn’t say anything; I just continued to watch her, her eyes glued to the monitor, and I must admit my cock had become very hard just watching my assistant, Lila, as she watched the subliminals. There was a smell in my office, familiar, yet strange for the context, a musky deep-forest smell, the smell of an animal lathering, the smell of wet cunt. There she was writhing a bit, running her hands all over herself, over her breasts and her ass, and up and down her nylon-encased legs. Lila fumbled with her skirt and finally it dropped to the floor, and she sighed loudly, happily as she parted her legs wider, resting her hands on her thighs, and lifting her ass up and down. “Yes, Mister Wiley. Yes,” she said. “I don’t know, but I feel like touching myself.” She was still panting, but her voice was becoming slightly more girlish, softer, higher-pitched. She began to coo, and talk more to herself when she wasn’t simply licking her lips. “I like touching, yes, I like touching,” she was saying, her hands finding their way inside her pantyhose and up inside her, making a viscous, shuffling, thrusting sound. She worked her hands furiously, rocking back and forth on her boots with three inch heels, those boots I admit I love when she wore to the office. Surely Lila wouldn’t notice if I removed my cock from my pants at this point. I wasn’t so sure that I could contain my own enthusiasm at this point. “Please. I’m sorry, I like it, yeah, I like it, yummy,” Lila said, which was quite unlike her. She was usually more careful with her vocabulary. “Yummy, yummy,” she slurped, one hand working furiously inside her panties under the hose, and the other grabbing her left breast, pinching and grabbing. “Oh, I’m sorry, Mister Wiley,” she gurgled in her suddenly girlish voice, breaking into giggles. “Baby needs a fuck. Daddy want to fuck me?” She was on her knees now, holding herself up with one hand while other strummed on her clit, her eyes still glued to the screen, her ass thrust up in the air, and yes, a strand of drool hanging from her lips as she panted lasciviously. “Daddy, fuck, daddy, fuck,” she kept repeating, while I watched her hungrily and deliberated, pulling absently on my throbbing cock stuck straight out of my open zipper. I can’t wait to tell the boys upstairs, I thought. They’ll be delighted with this. As she rocked back and forth on her own hand, I crept toward her, after first checking that my office door was indeed locked. I stole a glance at the screen Lila watched, and I, too became, quite transfixed all at once by those short-haired women in their Barcelona chairs. On the one hand, I knew with one part of my mind that they were simply sitting there discussing variable rate bonds for fixed-income investment, but I was more convinced that woman with the short blond hair was begging me to let her fellate me, while the black haired woman, smiling broadly, was working her over from behind with a huge strap-on. But then they were talking about floating points on government-backed mortgages and, in a flash, the black-haired woman was opening her long thigh-high clad legs, to show her cleanly shaven vulva to me, urging me to stick my rod inside her and fuck her silly, to fuck her until she barked like an animal, and she shamelessly pulled a finger out of her cunt and stuck between her lips and sucked off her own juices. Both women seemed so large, so all-encompassing, fuller and bigger than I’d ever seen. The blonde sat primly in the Barcelona chair, one breast exposed through her blouse, waiting for me to suckle. I almost quite forgot about Lila, moiling in her own juices right beside me. Just like that the blond and the brunette were kissing deeply, soulfully, and I hardly even realized my cock was in my hand, and I was working my shaft madly, like a engine piston firing out of control. Then I heard Lila, moaning, cooing, still begging, “Daddy fuck baby, baby make wet, yummy, wanna suck it, mmmmm.” She had worked her pantyhose down so that they cuffed her knees, and she was stuffing her clenched hand into her pussy with abandon. On screen the blonde licked the brunette’s ear and neck and toyed with the blonde’s perky, erect nipples while the blonde sucked on her fingers, closing her eyes languorously and then opening them wide, as if she couldn’t believe the size of my cock, which I was desperate to impale her on. The black haired woman told me how to fuck her, slow, then hard, then filling her to the hilt and exploding inside her and the juices were positively running down her legs and sure enough, the blonde was lapping at them, uninhibitedly, rolling the stockings down while she licked and licked. I was so transfixed, I hadn’t even noticed that Lila was now sucking me off, bobbing up and down on my throbbing cock agilely, taking me deeply and fully into her mouth while she clumsily fingered my balls. I longed for her finger in my ass. Lila moaned and hummed as she took me in and out, and I pulled her sweater and blouse off, quite roughly I guess, since she couldn’t find the buttons later. Lila’s eyes were wide and liquid as she glowered at me, my cock in her mouth, and then she pulled off me and said, “Fuck baby, fuck,” and with my cock in her hand, she guided in to her pussy as she turned around, so that she would be taken from behind. She ground her ass into my hips and glued her eyes back to the screen, where, for all I could see, the blonde was doing the same thing to the brunette, taking her from behind with the strap-on, her hips furiously pumping while the blond squeezed her own nipples and worked at her clit feverishly. Her mouth was open and she was grunting, rhythmically, oh, oh, oh, oh, or was that Lila, as I pumped into her recklessly, sliding in and out as quick and hard as I could manage. Then before we knew it, the video had ended, and Lila and I were a bit chagrined to find ourselves so entwined as we were, what, with my cock inside of her, and our clothes in a pile beneath of us on the institutional-gray carpet in my office. “I’m sorry, Mr. Wiley,” Lila said, her voice adopting her natural husky alto tone once more, “But I’ll have to wash some of your come off of me.” I thought it best that we dress ourselves, and perhaps take an hour to collect ourselves before we reported back to the boys upstairs, though they certainly would be rather interested to hear what had transpired. Lila and Travis Reunite Lila walked slowly across campus toward her dorm. She had spent the last few weeks stuck in the library studying for finals. The fall quarter was finally coming to an end. She opened the main door to her dorm using her student id card and then started up the stairs for her room. Her roommate Pamela was probably gone already, back to New York for Christmas. Lila pulled her long dark hair up as she walked up the stairs, she was tired and her back hurt. Not to mention she was horny as hell. She hadn't had sex in so long. Not that she didn't have the opportunity, she just wanted who she couldn't have, Travis. She opened her purse to pull her keys out and then dropped them. She laughed at herself, she was a mess. She heard the footsteps before she felt the hand pull her up quickly. "What the hell..." she stared but was silenced by the hand over her mouth. "Hurry up and open the door." The voice was almost familiar. Lila did as she was told. The body behind her pushed her into the room. She pulled away and turned to face Travis as he pushed the door shut and flipped on the light. "What's your problem?" She threw her backpack down, her adrenaline pumping fast. "Who do you think you are fucking my bro at a party?" His voice was loud, louder than hers and he looked angry, like he had been waiting to say this for awhile. "Last I checked I didn't have any reason not to fuck whoever I want. Is this why you assaulted me out there? To yell at me for no reason?" Travis squeezed his fists tight. He was so angry at her and at the same time he was dying to grab her and kiss her. Ever since he had stopped calling her all he had wanted to do was see her. He didn't know what had freaked him out about her, that she was black or that he really liked her. "Travis?" Lila crossed her arms, her own anger rising about the situation, "You do remember that it was you who stopped calling me and started ignoring me right?" "Look I..." He pushed a hand through his blonde hair and Lila resisted the urge to go to him. "I have to change. I'm going to the gym." She turned her back to him and started to undress. She unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. She remembered too late that she was wearing a thong and no bra. She grabbed for one of Pamela's shirts lying on the desk. Travis beat her to it. He pulled the shirt away from her, "Don't." Lila looked up at him. His green eyes locked with hers and she knew she couldn't fit it anymore. She shut her eyes. Travis touched her arm gently, taking in the soft feel of her skin. "God Lila," he sighed, "It killed me hearing Peyton talk about you, seeing you with him." He leaned forward so there foreheads were touching. "It was always you." She murmured. He let his hand slide down her arm and then across her stomach. He whimpered a little. Lila uncrossed her arms and let them fall to her sides. Travis leaned down and let his lips touch hers softly at first, and then into a real kiss. She felt his tongue gently part her lips and then enter her mouth slowly. He took her wrists and wrapped her arms around him. She pulled away a little. She wasn't sure she could go back to this with him. "I'm scared," She whispered. "Don't be baby. I'm here." He crooned into her ear. "That's why I'm scared." She nuzzled into his neck. He was so different than the first time they had made love, no, fucked. "I want you Lila. I want all of you." He drawled in his southern accent. She put her hands against his chest and felt how hard his body was. He had the best body she had ever seen, he was so big and tall, she always felt physically safe near him. She watched as his eyes took in her naked body; her brown breasts with dark nipples and her thin landing strip of dark curly hair between her legs. He looked back into her eyes and smirked a little. "What?" She smiled back. "You're so fucking hot," He kissed her again, this time hard and possessive. He let his hands wander over her body; her stomach, her breasts, her neck. He kissed the side of her face and then her neck. She moaned softly as he pinched her nipple between his fingers. "Get on the bed baby." She followed his directions and sat timidly on the bed. Timid wasn't usually her style but she was overwhelmed by how she felt for Travis. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled his jeans off. He touched her legs gently and pushed her thighs apart. He lay between her legs bracing himself on his forearms. He kissed her again deep and hard. He wanted to push into her as hard as he could, showing her he cared for her but also punish her for Peyton. Just the thought of that made him push away from her a little. He slid his hand down between her thighs and shoved a finger inside her. Her eyes sprang open. "Travis..." "Promise me," He put another finger in, "you'll never," He pushed a third finger in and she moaned from pleasure and pain, "fuck him again." "I promise." She moaned not sure if this felt good or hurt. He let his fingers stay inside her a moment longer then he pulled them out and replaced them with his cock. He pushed inside her and she cried out. "Oh, Travis." She had wanted this for so long, him inside her, the way she felt when he was fucking her. He lifted her legs around his waist and started fucking her hard. He watched her tits bounce up and down as he fucked her harder and deeper. "Oh baby, yeah." He moaned. Lila couldn't control herself; she came hard on his cock. He watched her open her mouth wide as she came and then he followed her. Pushing his cock deep inside her as he came. "Promise me again." He said as he collapsed on top of her. "I promise baby." She rubbed the back of his head with her hand, "You're the best." He sat up a little smiling, "And I have all night to show you why." To be continued... Lila - Book 01 The blonde haired Lila is perfection. She has a heart of gold. But it's not her heart that first draws your attention. One look from those blue, come-to-the-bedroom, eyes is enough to make any man hard. At five foot six, her magnificent 36D's stand firm and proud on her beautifully toned, body. But then, her daily three-mile run keeps her in wonderful shape. Her (as of right now) landing strip draws your eyes like a magnet and when she twirls around, the "COWGIRL" on the small of her back stands out, adorned by some barbwire and roses. With her ears, tongue, belly button and clit pierced, this young woman is more than a match for any porn star fantasy. Believe me! Dressed in her cowboy boots, low-rise jeans, tight low cut tops, this hot, sexy, cowgirl will harden any man's cock. But then... you should also see her in a low cut blouse, short skirt, stockings, garter belt and heels... Fuck! To get the full picture, you also have to realise Lila can drive semis, weld, work on most things, run equipment, work with cattle, hang with the boys, drink as long as most, go to the clothes line in her undies, and... she can fuck as good as any woman alive. Oh, Yes! She's a moaner and a screamer at times. Any attention to her magnificent boobs drives her wild. Not only does she love getting naughty and wild, she adores being eaten out and fucked like a whore in heat. Even a lil pain sometimes can be a real rush for her. And... oh yes, I nearly forgot... she loves rim jobs as well. Yes, you've got the picture. This hot, sexy, cowgirl can be a real whore in bed. This is my attempt at helping her write her story. With a little imagination, of course! Or at least, it's her story before she was married. Afterwards? Well, that's a completely different picture... Chapter One: The new, improved, Lila Lila Westman's attitude to life changed overnight. The day after her boyfriend, Brad, dumped her, in fact. Although the bastard had never offered to buy her sexy lingerie or clothes, he'd had the nerve to complain she didn't dress sexy enough, or show off her body like 'other girls'. Okay, today was going to be the day that changed the cowgirl's life. Setting out early morning, she headed for town in her pride and joy, a 1995 Chevy 4x4 with its pipes, nerf bars and a lift kit. The beautiful blonde walked into Victoria's Secret with almost 500 dollars in her purse and anger in her mind. Her first step to the new Lila would be to spice up her lingerie wardrobe. A pretty looking girl with sassy red hair hurried over to greet her. "Hello and welcome to Victoria's," she purred. "I'm Amy and if there's anything I can help you with, just ask." "You can help," the blonde instantly replied. "I'm looking to zest up my lingerie. I want a complete change of emphasis. Sexier." Lila blushed as the girl's eyes ran across her body. "Well, you've come to the right place," the redhead purred. "We've got loads of sexy items that might be of interest. Why don't you go through to the changing room and strip to your underwear? I'll bring you a few lines you may like. You're about a 36D or C cup aren't you?" Wow! This girl knew what she was talking about. The initial feelings of self-consciousness were soon overcome and they moved into an easy and relaxed conversation. Some of it small talk, but interspersed with some really helpful advice. "This type of bra lifts your breasts slightly and holds them, but doesn't push them together. Your breasts are very firm for their size, so you don't need a lot of support." "You could wear almost any style of bra according to your mood." "You'd look stunning in a satin half cup bra." As the compliments continued, Lila felt a flush of growing arousal. She's never had this type of attention before. And with each new option, she found that Amy was spot on with each comment. Pretty soon, she had a great range to choose from, including a number of matching sets of bra and panties that looked simply sensational. The redhead's gaze kept wandering across Lila's figure each time she poked her head into the changing room. It had quite an effect on the blonde, as did the exhibitionist element of showing off her body. It was a long time since she felt this hot! Her arousal bubbled further each time she slipped into something new, the undercurrent of sexual tension building deliciously as she waited for Amy to return and pass an opinion. Eventually, she'd decided on a wonderful variety of sexy new items ready for the sassy redhead to ring up. But before they finished, Amy had another idea. "Here," she purred, popping back into the changing room with a final option. "You've just got to try these. New in today and if anyone can wear them, you can!" This time, instead of leaving, Amy leant back against the sidewall. The way she turned slightly to one side and placed her hands on her slim hips looked deliberately provocative. Lila felt a burst of sexual energy charge through her and decided that, this time, she'd put on a show. She turned sideways to slip on the matching thong, tantalisingly slowly easing it neatly into place on her perfect hips. Turning to face Amy, the redhead nodded approvingly. Lila was sure she saw her tongue flick across her lips. The sassy black bra had a front fastening, so she slipped it on like a waistcoat, her arms pushing back and her breasts thrusting forward. The way their eyes briefly met was intoxicating. Pulling the cups over her magnificent tits, Lila knew that Amy remaining in the changing room had resulted in her dark nipples stiffening even harder than ever. The sexually charged tension was electric. "Come over here and give me a closer view," Amy suggested. It was a strange request in view of the small size of the fitting room, but Lila wasn't going to refuse. As Amy provocatively looked down at the magnificent breasts, Lila wickedly pushed her shoulders back and thrust her tits forward. If the redhead wanted a show, she'd give her one. With a low purr, the redhead moved away from the wall and walked behind her. To Lila's delighted surprise, Amy reached round her shoulders and sensually cupped her breasts, allowing the hard nipples to nestle between her fingers through the thin fabric of the bra. "Perfect" the redhead purred, as if her actions were the most natural in the world. When she gently kneaded the swells, the electrical current that shot through Lila's nervous system arrived at her aching pussy with a jolt. She just couldn't help the low groan that escaped from her throat. "Let me just check that I've got the size correct," the redhead purred, undoing the dainty catch at the front and sliding her warm hands under the material. She lifted the voluptuous breasts as if to feel their weight and Lila let out a second groan as Amy kneaded them again. The blonde beauty pushed her hips backward and arched her breasts forward, thrusting her nipples into the cupping palms. The flow of blood from her tits to her pussy made her feel light-headed. Amy increased the tension, grinding her groin into Lila's ass as she mashed the voluptuous swells. Lila was close to losing control, fighting against the desperate urge to rub her pussy. It wasn't necessary as the redhead read her mind. Her tormentor slipped a hand down Lila's hard, flat stomach and ran it inside the thong. The touch of the caressing fingers running through her pubic hair and stroking her wet sex took her to the edge. The invading digit that slid inside, and thumb that strummed her clit, pulled her over. One hand left Lila's breast and covered her mouth, stifling the orgasmic moans, as the other continued to fuck her through her climax. The cowgirl came with an intensity she hadn't felt for a long time, grateful for the way the redhead's body pressed into hers, cushioning her from falling as she came... and came... and came. *** It took a while for Lila to hit her next destination. A visit to the ladies to tidy herself, and coffee in a local delicatessen, were prerequisites to help her regain her composure. The positive was that the western wear business, Branded, was her favourite store. She enjoyed sauntering around, checking everything out, but this time she refused all requests for help. After Amy, she needed a little breather. It was important to Lila, for her to maintain her cowgirl image. That was her persona, after all. But this time she wanted something she hadn't previously considered. Sexier. In the end, her choices seemed surprisingly easy to make. The four complete outfits, including several pairs of low-rise jeans, were hot. But what made them special was the low cut and super tight tops. They looked simply sensational. *** Returning home, she stopped as she headed upstairs. What the fuck was that noise? The sexy cowgirl walked along to her brother's room, the groans becoming a little louder as she neared the door. Her hand softly pushed it open and yes, she was right. Andy was masturbating. And it wasn't only the fact he was wanking. He was doing it in a pair of her panties! For a second, he didn't see her. Then he gasped, not knowing how to react. Lila smiled, slipping inside and closing the door behind her. "Don't stop," she whispered, her tongue flicking over her lips. "Lila..." he gasped. "Keep going. I want to watch, Andy. I want you to cum in my panties!" His eyes wouldn't meet hers and for a few moments he hesitated. Then, slowly at first, his hand began to move. Lila leant back against the door, her eyes narrowing as she watched her brother continue to rub his hard cock into her panties. As he stroked, his breathing grew heavier, his eyes narrowed. He groaned as watched his sister rubbing her 'girls' through the top of her shirt. His breathing grew heavier still. His gaze flicked back and forth between Lila's face and her hands on those perfect tits. "You about to cum?" she huskily asked as his eyes begin to roll. Andy felt his balls tighten. "Yes..." "Say it louder for your sister, Andy. Tell me you're about to cum." "Lila, I'm about to cum!" With the words came the mind-numbing sensation of his cum threatening to surge through him. His groan quickly built to a bellow of animalistic lust. "That's it," she gasped. "Cum for me, Andy... cum for Lila..." He did, jerking his cock faster into her panties as he brought himself to orgasm. His eyes closed, his body shook, his cum jetted out of his cock in a high-pressure blast. Lila smiled. Her world was changing. The new hot, sexy cowgirl had been born! Chapter Two: Next Steps Lila would soon be leaving for her early morning run, but she'd woken up horny and reckoned she just had time to take care of her problem. The self-pleasure toys she often used were kept in the bottom drawer of her nightstand. Still a little sleepy, she rummaged in the drawer and selected a large life like vibrator. The feel of the large cock filling her was unbelievable. She worked it inside her already wet sex, slowly pulling it back out before repeating the motion, over and over, slowly teasing herself. "Oh yes," she moaned, her voice thick with arousal. As the pressure slowly built, she needed more. Turning it to vibrate, the immediate quivering sensations sent chills through her athletic body. Frantically flicking to the high setting, Lila buried it deep inside her. Experience told her she could never last very long with the cock on high. That was fine. She needed her orgasm. As she held onto the end, her muscular legs spread wide and her perfect ass hiked up in the air. If only her brother could see her now. Hot and wet, the inevitability of her orgasm was only moments away. She tried to close her mind down, prolong the moment as long as she could. But her private battle didn't last long. She didn't so much cum as explode... Her sensational body kicked and bucked like a wild mustang. She buried her face in a pillow to muffle her screams. The toy cock could do nothing to stop the explosion of juices that flooded the bed. Eventually, after what seemed like forever, she gingerly made her way to the bathroom to clean up. Time for her early morning run. *** Feeling the benefit of her early morning cum, the blonde beauty dressed only in spandex running shorts and blue sports bra, smiling to herself as she slipped on her socks and running shoes. This was the first time she'd ever dressed so skimpily for her early morning run. It felt liberating. The glance she got from her mother as she prepared to leave said everything. But instead of any words of caution, she just smiled and murmured, "Have a nice run, honey." But then, that was her beautiful mother... always allowing her to be her own person. The run was invigorating. The three-mile loop around the country roads was just far enough to be testing, and enough to keep her figure as perfectly toned as it was. The difference this morning was that she felt recharged, sexually liberated. There was no doubt she was going to take full advantage of her newfound freedom. For the last portion of the run, her young neighbour, Thomas, caught up with her. The cute kid had recently just turned eighteen and Lila had to admit his toned, young body was impressive. She found his shyness kinda cute, too. Her normal preference was for raw fucking. Being taken. Dominated. Treated like a slut. Fucked like a whore. But loving sex, worked, too, and this kid was hot for her. He was always polite, but his eyes gave him away. And now that he was eighteen! Lila laughed at the idea, the sound attracting Thomas's attention. Smiling at him, she wondered if he could read her thoughts as easily as she could understand his. And this morning, with the sweat gleaming from her body, her magnificent breasts heaving up and down as she ran, the way her hard nipples strained like bullets against her sports bra -- his eyes were like organ stops. She couldn't blame him. She felt as hot as she looked. *** It took no time for Lila to complete her cool down and head for a welcome shower. The refreshing water felt sensational as it cascaded off her hot, sweaty skin. As she washed her tits, her nipples began to harden again under her caressing hands. Her earlier feeling of arousal returned as her large, firm breasts began to swell under her touch. What would sex be like with her young teenage neighbour, she wondered. Would she be his first? She needed relief again and detached the showerhead. Focusing on her clit, her quickening breath turned into a whimper as her second release of the morning overcame her. Her arm went against the wall, helping her trembling legs as they strained to keep her upright. God, she somehow had to control herself and get herself ready for college! Glancing in the mirror as she pulled on her new g-string, a different thought occurred to her. She didn't look quite right with her blonde, pubic hair on display. Decision made! It took some time to shave. The problem wasn't just the need to be careful. It was also the way she inadvertently stimulated herself in the process. As she pulled different parts of her skin tighter, she began to feel her arousal return. Despite her orgasm in the shower, she was building slowly and inexorably toward another. The beautiful blonde paused to regulate her breathing. After a few moments, her composure began to return and she was able to complete her task. When she checked her clean shaved pussy in the mirror, every last hair removed, her large, pouty lips looked incredible. She couldn't wait to get to school. *** While her break-up with Brad was common knowledge, Lila's change of style wasn't. The reaction at college was everything she'd hoped for. Her selection of clothes had been spot on. The tiny black v-string and red front clasp bra for her 36D's made her feel good. Add to that, the tight pull over top that barely covered her belly button piercing, her low-rise jeans and black Tony Lama boots. With her hair in a ponytail, the new Lila was sex on legs. Unusually, none of the guys tried to hit on her. Perhaps because of her break-up with Brad? But all day long, she knew full well that their eyes remained transfixed on her. Partly, it may have been they unable to believe the transformation. But in the main, the sexy blonde mesmerized each hot-blooded male. The hot cowgirl looked good enough to eat! Strangely, it wasn't the guys who gave the cowgirl the verbal seal of approval. It came when Debbie, the most popular girl in school, made a point of pulling the blonde to one side. "Hey, Lila," she drawled. "I just love that new look!" Coming from a girl who oozed sex in the way she acted and everything she wore, that was quite a compliment. "Let me tell you, babe," she continued, "You look sexy and sassy! I definitely approve." Lila purred with contentment at the compliment, but Debbie had more on her mind. "Listen," she drawled, her hand on Lila's arm. "You're on your way to being super sexy, how would you like me helping you widen your wardrobe a bit more?" Lila's beautiful blue eyes sparkled. Her head nodded enthusiastically. "Great," Debbie drawled, her own eyes gleaming. "We'll go shopping the night before the frat party and pick out a sexy outfit for you to wear. With your body, babe, the guys will be drooling..." *** Two days later, Andy was on the living room couch, helping his dad with some paperwork while the television blared in the background. With a subtle tilt of her head that sent her silken, blonde hair swaying, Lila indicated that he should follow her out of the room. "Can I borrow Andy for ten minutes, Dad?" she asked. "Now?" "Yes, if that's okay. We won't be long." With a soft sigh, her father nodded, and the beautiful blonde led the way upstairs. "What do you want?" he asked when they reached his room. "Oh, I think you know that, little brother," she said as she stepped inside. His eyes grew wide, but then they told her something else. He wanted this. "Lila, with dad downstairs?" his hoarse voice asked. "He could come up any minute." Her smile said it all. "I know. Better hurry and show me what I want?" The way she leant back against the door told him there was no escape. "But..." Her shake of the head reinforced the situation. He wasn't getting out of here until he'd submitted. "Does this help?" she asked, pulling her top over her head, allowing her naked 'girls' to bounce free. "Now you," she breathed. "Strip." It seemed that Andy couldn't move fast enough. He practically ripped off his clothing and his hand went to his already hard cock. "Wait!" she instructed, shucking her jeans off. Dragging her skimpy panties down her legs, she threw them over to him. "Don't you need these?" He grabbed the already damp panties, immediately wrapping them around his throbbing cock. His eyes ran over every inch of his now naked sister, his lust taking over. Lila stroked her tits with one hand, while the other slipped down between her thighs. "You need to hurry, Andy. We don't want dad to come looking for us..." He began to wank immediately, one hand cupping his balls and the other jerking his hard member. He let out a soft groan as he watched Lila slip a finger inside her now very wet sex. At first he tried to take it slowly, but then he couldn't stop. The sight in front of him was so erotic his engorged shaft couldn't help but grow even harder. It wasn't just the sensations from his hand; it was the way his sister was masturbating along with him. "Oh, yes," he groaned, feeling his balls tighten. "Cum, Andy. Cum now..." An instant later one burst of hot seed surged through him and erupted into the panties, followed by a second, then a third. Lila - Book 01 "Fuck, yes, little brother," Lila purred, feeling a delicious tingle run through her voluptuous body. Even as he recovered, Andy violently shook his head. "Lila, this wrong..." "I know," she breathed, her eyes flashing at him whilst she pushed a second finger inside her hot cunt. "Some things are so bad they're so GOOD, little brother. Now," she breathed, feeling her orgasm close in, "Want to watch your sister cum?" *** Despite her session with Andy, Lila was ready in plenty of time for her visit to the mall that night. With Debbie guiding her, she knew she'd end up with some sexy stuff! It was around seven when the redhead pulled her Mustang into the driveway. Her daddy had been good to her. Lila felt good in her low-rise jeans, thong, button up blouse, and bra. And, of course, her boots. She was a cowgirl after all. But as sexy as she felt, her blue eyes nearly pooped out when she saw the way Debbie was dressed. The white tank top did nothing to conceal the red lace bra underneath. Her black skirt barely covered the top of her hold up stockings, and the black knee boots added an even greater degree of sexuality. "Holy shit," Lila told her friend, as she jumped in and they sped away. "You look super sexy!" Debbie laughed. "You just wait! You'll have some outfits like this when we've finished tonight," she drawled. Lila's eyes lit up. That would be so hot. "And maybe even go a bit naughty..." the redhead continued, a wicked glint in her eye as she glanced at the blonde. Lila looked puzzled. Her friend looked naughty enough the way she was dressed. What else could she mean? Seeing the puzzled look on the cowgirl's face, Debbie gave a wicked laugh and slowly slipped one hand down to her skirt. Tantalisingly slowly, she lifted the material to reveal her smooth, bald pussy. Lila about died right there. "You're not wearing any panties," she gasped. The blonde cowgirl's breath caught in her chest as she took in the sight in front of her. She just couldn't believe anyone would go without panties. "You won't believe the rush it gives you," Debbie drawled, making no attempt to cover herself. "A real sense of freedom. And... I'm constantly horny when I don't wear panties." She laughed again, loving the look of disbelief on Lila's face. The gleam in her eyes indicated her desire to shock the blonde further. One hand on the steering wheel, she lid the other down to her smooth sex, using just her middle finger to rub up and down her soft, naked, slit. "Debbie!" Lila gasped, feeling the fire begin to burn between her own thighs. Her friend turned to the cowgirl, her eyes clouded with arousal. "Told you it feels so liberating," she drawled, her voice faltering as she pleasured herself. "So horny..." Her nostrils flared as she sucked in air, her slow movements beginning to increase in urgency. Lila watched, transfixed, somehow resisting the need to join in and touch herself. The redhead pulled to a stop at a red light, just as the slippery bud of her clit emerged. She pushed her head back into the bucket seat's headrest and sighed, "Give me your hand." For a second or two, Lila hesitated. One part of her wanted to resist, but the urge to please her friend was overwhelming. When she tentatively reached out, Debbie took hold of her wrist and pulled the shaking hand to her pussy. "Do me, Lila," Debbie purred, her eyes almost begging the blonde to get her there. The sexy cowgirl shifted around in her seat as the light changed to green and Debbie began to drive again. "Keep your eyes on the road," Lila told her, working one and then a second finger inside the heavily panting woman. Debbie raised her hips, adjusting to the way the blonde slowly began to finger fuck her. Lila kept her eyes trained on her friend's face. When she saw Debbie's eyes begin to narrow, she knew she had her close. "Pull over," she whispered, realising that her own heavy pants were intermingled with Debbie's. Not caring that they were in the open, Debbie jammed the Mustang to a halt. Lila leaned across towards her, her tongue slowly licking along the redhead's neck as she finger fucked her harder. Debbie lifted her ass clear of the seat, making no attempt to disguise her gurgling moans. A final thrust of her hips got her there, her body bucking hard against Lila's still working fingers. God, she was noisy when she came. When Debbie began to come down from her orgasm, her dreamy eyes slowly opened and lazily glance at her friend. Before the redhead could speak, Lila held up her honey-juiced hand, slowly and deliberately sucking the syrupy-juice from each of her fingers. Debbie gave another groan, powerless as the sight in front of her brought a second series of tremors running through her... Was this really her old, shy, cowgirl friend? Chapter Three: The frat party Since the previous night's shopping expedition, Lila had been counting the hours to the frat party. But now, walking in with Debbie, she couldn't help but feel self-conscious. True to her word, after eventually reaching the mall, Debbie had helped her select a couple of outfits. The one she was wearing was quite simply the sexiest she'd ever dressed, or felt. And it was ideal for the occasion. The black, pleated skirt barely covered her peach like ass. Her white super tight pullover low cut top was low enough to show the top of her satin half-cup bra. The black knee boots set it off to perfection. But it wasn't just the new outfit that caused the rush inside her. For the first time in her life, the beautiful blonde had followed Debbie's lead and opted not to wear panties. God, she felt hot! Casually glancing around, it was so arousing seeing all the guys watching the two of them. They may have been thinking they were two sexy sluts for the taking, but Lila didn't care. She wasn't a slut, the idea of acting like one, being taken like one was such an enormous turn on. The party went well and as it progressed, the regular intake of beers began to relax the stunning beauty. Not only did they calm her down, they loosened her up, too. She hadn't had sex since Brad, not with a guy anyway. She was horny! When the charming dark haired guy came up and introduced himself as Dan, she was taken by his good looks. He told her he was a business major and had grown up on a farm out in central Iowa. They got on really well and when, before too long, he asked her to go up to his bedroom, the alcohol in her readily agreed. His room was typical for a college boy. Pictures of half naked chicks covered the wall and some girly magazines lay around in piles. Lila's foot poked at a Playboy magazine and he smiled sheepishly. "Don't pay any attention," he smoothly told her. "You're much sexier than they are." It might have been an obvious line, but it still made the sexy cowgirl feel good. Plonking herself down, she stretched provocatively. "Is that your way of telling me you want to see me like that?" she purred, flashing an alcohol-induced smile. He took that as his cue. Flopping down beside her, his lips found Lila's. He kissed well. When his hand found its way under her short skirt, his eyes registered his delight at finding her bare pussy. So did Lila's. She began to purr as he slowly slid two fingers inside her wetness. The way he gently stroked her, slowly working his fingers in and out, felt sensational. At the same time as opening her legs further, the blonde cowgirl slid her hands to work on his pants, dragging them and his boxers to the floor. His seven-inch manhood was already hard. God, she so needed that cock. They hadn't broken their kiss, tongues flicking and sliding across one another's as their wet lips made love. Lila began to stroke his hardness, loving the feel of the stiff shaft, but it was what he was dong to her that caused her juices to flow. His free hand slid inside her top, under her bra, and began to play with her 36D's. God, she so loved having her boobs pleasured. She could almost cum from having the right sort of attention. The combination of sensations running from her voluptuous tits to her aching pussy and back again, was driving her wild. The fingers inside her sex were expertly working her over, gradually taking her to boiling point. Hell, Brad hadn't ever been able to do that even while fucking her. Sensing she was close, he finally pulled way, ripping his shirt off and flopping onto the bed. "Why don't you get that top off?" he growled. "Then you can get on top and get off." Lila didn't need a second invitation. Frantically, she removed her top then flicked open her bra. Dan gasped as her magnificent 36D's sprung free. The look of pure lust on his face as he watched them bounce erotically on her tanned chest sent a tingle down to her wet core. His eyes bulged. He licked his lips. Just like a dog, waiting for a bone. Still dressed in the sexy knee boots and skirt, Lila crawled onto the bed. A predator seeking her prey. "Ready for me?" she challenged as she straddled him. Provocatively, she slowly eased down until the tip of his cock rubbed the outer folds of her soaking pussy. Her low growl matched his. She was gonna fuck his brains out. Lowering herself, the blonde's slick sex took him all the way. Bottomed out, the feeling was awesome. Her needy pussy was soaking wet and full of rock hard cock. The cowgirl was where she should be, on top. Leaning down until her erect, dark nipples brushed his chest, she began to take him to heaven. Her lustful face smiled down as she slowly undulated, her breasts bouncing slightly as she worked herself on him. Every movement was slow, deliberate, letting them both feel the deliciously clutching movements of her wet pussy on his cock. To begin with, Lila concentrated on her own pleasure, her fingers digging into his chest. The blonde undulated back and forward and then in circles. She eased her hips upwards until just his crown was inside her. Just when he raised his buttocks in search of her wet sex, she smoothly slid back down to take the whole of his hardness once more. God, she knew how to tease! When he reached for her dancing boobs, she leant forward as if giving him permission. Her tongue flicked in his ear, her sparkling blue eyes revelling in her complete control. His body jerked at each touch of her licking tongue, with every slow undulation. When she felt him tense up, she gripped him tightly with her inner thighs and went to town. In true cowgirl style, she rode him like a rodeo rider on a bucking bronco. The cowgirl pummelled him, her hair flying and boobs bouncing as she built up the pace. She fucked him with abandon, rocking wildly back and forth on his hard cock. "Come on slut, make me cum! Come on," he screamed. The basic words inflamed her. Yes, she was a slut, his slut for now. An animal rutting in the most basic way. But as much as she wanted to get him there, her own orgasm was building and she wasn't about to stop until she came, too. She was in Lila-land, a hot, sexy cowgirl fucking her male like a machine. She took him hard, fast and deep, giving in to the purely physical act of fucking until the helpless man beneath her couldn't hold back. Without warning, he blew his load deep inside her. "Oh yes," she screamed, the growl coming from the back of her throat. Fuck, yes... oh, yes!" It was what she wanted, and the warm sensation of his seed releasing triggering her own orgasm. Electrical bolts shot through her as she peaked, her juices flooding on the still jerking cock. *** Lila wasn't sure whether she'd blacked out from the intensity of her orgasm, or just closed her eyes while she recovered. Either way, when she came around, someone was taking her to heaven again, lapping at her like a dog. "Oh, God, that tongue feels great," she moaned, widening her legs to give Dan better access. But it wasn't Dan. When the blonde beauty opened her eyes, she gasped aloud. The sight of the mass of dark wavy hair between her legs was sensational enough. But the blonde guy jacking off near her face doubled the impact. Seeing her come round, Blondie immediately took advantage. "Here, suck on this slut," he almost snarled, as he fed his cock between her oh, so, suckable lips. When he roughly rammed his cock deep into her mouth, she almost gagged. But such a small inconvenience wasn't going to stop her. Raising her hand to the hard shaft, she backed away a little to allow her to deep throat him. Fuck, that felt good. She loved to give head, and the feeling of coercion as Blondie forced himself onto her only added to her arousal. He roughly took a handful of her silken hair, directing her as she began to mouth-fuck him. The mouth between her legs renewed its assault on her sex as she pleasured Blondie. She growled with the pleasure of the tongue in her pussy and cock between her lips. Blondie's shaft pushed against her throat as she slid her full lips all the way down to the base and back up again. She could hear his grunts as she took him to boiling point and when he pulled away, she growled in disappointment. He finished himself off with his hand, jerking himself over her hot body. The first launch of cum landed on her nose and the next blasts hit her hair, face and boobs. The tongue left her sex as his buddy jumped up. It took only seconds to relieve himself, adding more thick cum onto her head and tits. "That was a great blow job, baby," Blondie growled, staggering to one side. "Yeah," added his wavy haired buddy, with a sly smile. "Your pussy was awesome, too. Come around again sometime." That was it. Neither was interested in more conversation. Laughing, they both dressed and left. Lila sighed with pleasure. Somehow, even the fact that they'd left her on the bed, covered in cum, was arousing. Gingerly, she rolled out of the bed and found her top. It seemed someone had taken her bra as a souvenir. Oh, well. She pulled the top over her naked boobs and went down the stairs. It was time to find Debbie. As was natural for the redhead, she was surrounded by a bunch of guys, drinking and chatting at the kitchen table. The sight of some dried cum in her cleavage gave away the fact she'd just finished with one or more of them. "Y'all ready to go?" Lila asked, ready to make her way back. "Yes, we need to head home," the redhead agreed, pulling herself up from her chair. As she headed with Debbie to the Mustang, for some reason, Brad momentarily came into her mind. He had no idea what he was missing! Chapter Four: Thomas It was one of those God blessed days. Lila loved them, working long hours with her brother and dad. Dehorning cattle was hard, but exhilarating work. She felt alive. Those days made her everything she was. But the cowgirl believed in working and playing hard. Today, that meant getting rid of the cow poo and mud that threatened to overwhelm her. She chuckled to herself - if only the boys could see and smell the hot, sexy, cowgirl now. The hot water felt great. There was something invigorating about cleaning her mud caked body after a tough day's work. She loved the whole process of getting herself clean and then preparing herself for her evening's work. It just wasn't sufficient for the sexy blonde to settle for being a full time college student, in addition to working around the farm. The sassy beauty also tended bar a few nights a week. Out in her neck of the woods, there weren't any fancy joints, just loads of good 'ol honky tonk type bars. Of the numerous local drinking places, Shooters was one of the wildest. Naturally enough, pickup trucks far outnumbered cars in the county and the parking lot was always full of them. She loved those nights almost as much as she enjoyed the hard days. Tonight, she'd somehow agreed to take Thomas along. The teenager was growing on her and the idea had occurred after he joined her a couple of times on her early morning run. She'd promised to show him the ropes, and tonight was the night. But before that, she needed some relief. It took no time to find Andy. "Come in here," Lila told her brother, nodding to her bedroom. "I need you." Andy followed her in, his face already colouring. "I like watching you so much," the hot cowgirl purred, stepping closer and unbuckling his belt. "I need to see..." "Lila!" She took no notice of his protest. The bulge in his slacks told her he wanted this too. She pulled down his zip and in seconds, his jeans were resting around his knees, as were his white boxers. His cock was already erect, rising from his thick expanse of black, curly hair like a mini tower. "This time, I want to do this," she dreamily told him, one perfect eyebrow arching slightly to tell him there was to be no argument. Her hand jerked his shaft and as he groaned, the sexy blonde ran little kisses around her brother's neck. He gasped aloud, the combination of her cool mouth on his cock and hot kisses on his neck instantly building the pressure inside him. "Lila," he croaked. "That... is... so... fucking... good..." "Uh-uh," she whispered, provocatively increasing her hand movements. "Like your sister wanking you?" It wasn't a question, it was a provocative statement designed to heighten his arousal. And it had the effect she wanted, his cock almost jumping in her caressing hand. "Lila..." he gasped again, breathing in short jerks. "I want it, Andy," she breathed, her tongue licking around his ear. "Going to give your cum to your sister? In your sister's mouth?" Before he could reply, she'd dropped to her knees and taken him between her soft lips. When his hand found the back of her head and tightened in her blonde locks, she purred her approval. His shaft pushed against her throat as she slid her pink lips all the way down to the base. It took no time for him to start to succumb to her working mouth. "I want your cum," she grunted without stopping her slurping. Her eyes danced upwards, daring him not to give her his tribute. They were in their own private battle, the sexy cowgirl racing her brother towards his orgasm, whilst Andy tried to hold back and prolong the feeling as long as he possibly could. He had no chance. Lila suddenly left his shaft, but his brief groan of disappointment changed to a gasp as she widened her mouth around each testicle. She sucked gently from one to the other, loving the way his grip in her hair tightened as his pleasure increased. Her blue eyes grinned up into his as his breath caught in his throat. Told you I was good, they told him. But enough was enough - she wanted his salty cum. NOW! She plunged back onto his ramrod stiffness, deep-throating him again. As he threw his head back, they both knew he couldn't hold out any longer. "Going to cum, little brother?" she teased, a string of saliva dangling between her lips and the tip of his hardness as she stared up at him. Keeping his eyes on hers, the wild blonde took just the head between her lips and sucked him to orgasm with soft jerking movements of her mouth. "Cum, Andy," she slurped. "Cum, baby..." Her brother had no choice, his thick seed blasting into his sister's greedy mouth. Her soft lips took every last burst, pumping her head until he'd nothing left to give. Slowly, provocatively, she licked and cleaned his diminishing manhood. Eyes twinkling, her cum-tinted voice breathed, "My turn next time, little brother." *** Once she was cleaned up and freshly shaven, the cowgirl towelled off and made her way to her bedroom. What to wear? Perhaps something a little extra special to make Thomas's eyes bulge? She gave a wicked little laugh. At times the youngster couldn't keep his eyes off her 'girls'. Lila - Book 01 But then, she found herself checking him out occasionally, too. For an eighteen year-old, he kept himself in good shape. And the size of his package showed promise, too. But then it seemed he often had a reaction when she was around. Maybe when he was a little older, she'd give him a treat? She laughed deliciously at the thought, slipping on the fire red g-string and matching half cup bra she'd purchased from Victoria's. Checking herself out in the mirror, she wondered what the youngster's expression would be if he could see her now? She was hot, hot, hot! The short, little, faded denim skirt was just right, and when she pulled the tight low-rise tee shirt over her 36D's, it completed a perfect picture. Stretching up, the blonde admired her bared, flat midriff in the mirror. And she just loved the diamond stud in her belly button. Finally, she opted to wear her four-inch high black knee high boots. Just right for a busy night. Her stunning face didn't need much make up and after pulling her hair into a ponytail, she collected her young companion and headed off to work. "Okay, Thomas," she smiled. "Looking forward to your first taste of Shooters?" He gave her that cute, lopsided grin. "You bet." She smiled at him again, enjoying the way the youngster was still a little shy with her. "A whole new world opens up," she teased him, "now you've turned eighteen!" He nodded. "Are you gonna be my teacher?" Lila was momentarily taken aback, then she bust out laughing. Reaching out with one hand, she tousled his hair. "Easy, tiger," she grinned. "One step at a time." The blonde cowgirl found a spot and pulled her truck in. As she smiled at her young companion, she saw his eyes on her legs. Glancing down, she realised that her skirt did nothing to hide her g-string, or anything else for that matter. Somehow the thought of exposing herself was quite a turn on. "Find a seat and enjoy your evening," she told him, as they walked in. He nodded, glancing around. "From now on, you're on your own," she told him, pushing him towards an empty table. "Until I give you a lift home later." Steve Earls' "Copperhead Road" was blasting from the eight huge speakers mounted on the walls and the bar. The place was already pretty full of guys and gals, drinking, talking and just enjoying the atmosphere. Dave and Dana were already behind the bar, serving drinks left and right. When Lila took her place, all the guys at the bar raised their glasses and bottles. "LILA LILA LILA LILA," they cheered. The sexy cowgirl always loved that greeting. It made her feel alive. The noise as they cheerfully slammed of their bottles and glasses down on the bar reverberated around the room. The sexy blonde couldn't help but smile and wave to everyone When she glanced across at Thomas, her young admirer was on his feet, too. Fingers raised to his mouth, he was joining in the loud whistles of approval. She grinned over at him. It hadn't taken the eighteen-year old long to get in the swing of things! Dave, the owner, watched as the blonde hurried into the back room to hang up her purse. He was anxiously waiting to head out for the night, confident to leave the place to Dana and Lila. "You two girls have fun and keep things in order and under control," he grinned when she returned. Of course! He'd nothing to worry about. The two hot women always enjoyed themselves and were perfectly capable of keeping their customers in line. "Sure thing boss," the cowgirl purred, with a mischievous twinkle in her beautiful, blue eyes. "We just stay behind the bar and serve drinks, nothing more." "Yeah, it's not like we get on the bar and dance and flirt with the guys," Dana piped in, nudging her friend. The two women grinned at one another as Dave laughed and shook his head, before hurrying out the door. Lila glanced at her friend. The brown haired Dana looked hot, her tank top complimenting the super low-rise jeans that showed of her tight ass to perfection. She momentarily wondered what it would be like to sample those wonderfully perky breasts. But there wasn't too much time for such thoughts. They were busy all night long, serving drinks, some dancing, and of course, lots of flirting with the customers. Lila even made a point of teasing Thomas, rubbing her 'girls' against him whenever she slipped past. His increasingly dreamy eyes, helped by a few beers too many, signalled his growing arousal. With a wicked grin, she realised she'd have to be careful with that one. The evening eventually drew to a close in the early hours, shortly after the two women got on the bar and line danced to 'The Devil Went Down to Georgia'. It brought the house down, cheers ringing out for every sexy move. And Lila knew damn well that her customers got a good view up her skirt and at her red g-string. Fuck, that was hot! When it was time to lock up the place, she was as horny as she'd been for some time. Her vibrator was in for a treat tonight! *** Thomas was unusually quiet on the journey back. As Lila pulled over to drop him off, she stroked his bare forearm. "Okay, young man," she purred. "What's up?" His big eyes stared at her. "Nothing." "You didn't enjoy yourself?" Those baby eyes widened further. "Oh, no, it was the most fantastic night I think I've ever had!" A puzzled look ran across the cowgirl's face. "Why so quiet, then?" "Lila, you're so beautiful," he blurted. "And so sexy, too. I've never seen anyone act so sexy before. You were astonishing." The blonde gave a soft laugh. "Hmm, you liked the hot, sexy Lila, did you?" He gave her that cute, lopsided grin. Only this time his eyes were full of lust. "You're fucking incredible," he answered. "You were so shy with me to begin with," Lila grinned. "And now look at you. Better put that tongue back in your mouth," she teased. He bashfully looked away, but immediately his eyes were back on her 'girls' again, running down between them and her bare legs, then back up again. The sexy cowgirl felt a surge of arousal at the way she was turning on the eighteen-year old. Common sense told her she should get home but instead, she found herself touching his chin so that he looked her in the eyes. "Is that for me?" she asked, turning around in her seat and nodding down at his undeniable erection. Wow, it even seemed to grow further under her stare. She knew she shouldn't, but couldn't hold back. "Want some help with it?" she asked, provocatively licking her lips. "Looks like you could do with some relief..." His gleaming eyes gave them both the answer. Her hand slowly ran down his chest and reached for the belt of his pants. Only the clink of its clasp, and the youngster's heavy breathing, broke the silence. The sexy blonde's fingers worked quickly, yanking his pants open and down his thighs. Pulling his hard cock from his boxers, her eyes savoured his young flesh. Then she just had to touch him, stroking along his already pulsating length. Wow, she loved the feel of his hard, young cock. It grew even further as the hot cowgirl gently caressed him. "Mmm. Impressive," she murmured. "Looks like you needed Lila's touch?" "Fuck, yes," he panted, his youthful eagerness a powerful turn on. Her fingers were just long enough to wrap around the teenager's girth. "Like that?" she teased, stroking harder up and down the hard shaft. As the youngster's eyes half closed in the rapture of the moment, a long, loud moan was his only answer. Gently, the cowgirl continued to stroke him, carefully watching each aroused reaction on his face. She was wet just from the way she had him totally under her control. "Wow, good boy," she murmured as she felt a burst of precum slide across her hand. Slowly, she rubbed it into the shaft. Whether it was that, or just the entire thought of pleasuring the youngster in her truck, Lila knew she wanted to give him more than a hand job. She couldn't hold back. When her hot mouth dropped to engulf him, the tingling inside her went all the way down to her hot core. God, she loved the sweet taste of his sticky precum. She took more and more of his perfect young cock into her mouth. When he whimpered at the sensation, she raised her head just enough to drool saliva along his length. Her wicked, blue eyes sensually held his as she used both hands to work it into his throbbing hardness. "Oh, God, Lila..." the youngster groaned, thrusting his hips upwards and desperately grasping at her blonde hair. The sexy beauty read the warning signs and pulled her mouth away. "That's quick," she teased. "Ready to cum, Thomas?" He twitched in her hand at her provocative words. God, she wanted this as much as he did. "Next time you better last longer for Lila," she whispered, and as her mouth consumed him again, her words reverberated around her head. Next time? His hard shaft deliciously pushed against her throat as she slid her full lips all the way down to the base. His grunts told her the teenager wasn't going to last, but she didn't care. She wanted his cum. The thought drove her on as she more aggressively mouth-fucked him. He didn't disappoint. The youngster simply erupted, blasting his eighteen-year old cum down her throat. She took the first two before pulling her head away. Her frantic hands seized his throbbing meat and jerked it, propelling one, two, three jets of pearly man-juice across her face. As he reached out to grip her hair, she allowed him to pull her back, her mouth covering the pulsating cock just in time to catch the last few bursts. The new hot, sexy cowgirl sat back, satisfied, loving the freedom her new attitude was bringing. Chapter Five: The S-10 It had been a couple of days since Lila had given Thomas a blowjob in the 1995 Chevy 4x4. He wasn't old enough to fuck -- well he was, but he still seemed too young. Besides, she didn't want him getting ideas. But her encounter with the kid had left her feeling constantly horny, and despite using her vibrator to relieve herself, the beautiful cowgirl needed something more. That might have been the reason she hung around the bar after another wild evening at Shooters. It must have been two in the morning and, apart from Jason and Josh, most everyone had already gone home. While Dana started cleaning up the front of the bar, Lila made her way into the back room. The fact that the two regulars were already there, playing pool, was of course coincidental. "Just one more shot and you owe me twenty dollars," Jason was telling his friend as he lined up his shot. "Bullshit, there ain't no way in hell you can make that." Josh shot back. The two of them were always competitive. It was then that the two boys noticed Lila and, after a quick glance, they went back to the pool game. The blonde beauty stopped picking up bottles and cans long enough to watch Jason strike the cue ball. It hopped over Josh's ball to hit the 8 ball, rolling into the corner pocket. He just smiled at his success and winked at Lila as he laid down his cue. "That was pure luck," Josh complained, reluctantly laying a twenty-dollar note on the table. Jason shrugged his shoulders. He didn't need to gloat. He turned to the cowgirl with a wide grin. "Thanks for letting us finish, Lila." "No problem," she told them. It wasn't unusual, the two regulars were always the last to leave the bar every Thursday night. It was then the thought hit her. "But the two of you owe me a road trip some night." Jason's eyes widened, an unspoken feeling passing between them. "Hell, there ain't no better time than right now," he said as he slid the twenty across the table to her. "Just grab a box of beer and meet me at my place." "Okay, hon," she told him, feeling the tingle start to build. "I'll close up, grab some beer and meet you there in fifteen minutes. *** Jason's place wasn't too far out of town and it took Lila no time to get there. Seeing the lights in his shop, she pulled up her truck by the door and went inside. The good-looking young buck was over in a side room, reclining in a bucket seat out of some car or truck, watching Speed Channel. Tiptoeing across to him, she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her 'girls' into his head. If that didn't impress him, nothing would! "Are we staying here or going for a road trip?" she teased. As he turned his head upward, his eyes were drawn down her top, before meeting her beautiful gaze. "S-10 or the Silverado?" he grunted. There was only one choice. Lila knew the S-10 had a history on road trips. She gave her choice as she leaned down, kissed his lip, teasingly allowing her tongue just to brush his. Before he could react, she pulled away again. He grinned. "S-10 it is." The beautiful cowgirl followed him out the door and over to the shed. The jacked up and souped up 4x4 truck was certainly impressive. "Okay," she said, as he backed it out of the shed, "exactly what've you done to the truck?" His wide grin told her he was pleased to be able to tell her about his work. "Well, I took out the V6 and installed a 383 stroker, added a three inch suspension lift, dual exhaust, bigger tire and a few other mods. The automatic transmission makes it nicer for other activities as well." Lila smiled to herself. This was a man after her own heart, and if he played it right, he might just be about to enjoy some of those other activities! *** A few beers, and fifteen miles later, found them travelling down off the road into a large swampy area known as 'The Marsh'. "Want to have some fun," he asked with a cheeky grin. Was he kidding? Naturally enough she was all for it. He shifted into 4-high, slowly turning down a steep bank and right into the stream. The creek was at least three feet deep and despite slowly making his way down it, Lila loved the way the mud and water went spraying around them. The beauty knew it was a country thing, but she was so turned on from the experience, her g-string was already soaked. Lifting her skirt, she almost hypnotically began to rub her hot pussy, caught up in her own little -- sexual -- world, while Jason continued to manoeuvre down the stream, up the bank, and into the woods. When the truck tipped severely to the left and slid down into the swamp, the sexy cowgirl fell across onto Jason. For a second, neither said a word. Sitting there, still with one hand on her pussy and the other holding her beer, she smiled back at Jason's grin highlighted in the glow of the 'sex lights.' "Son of a bitch, I think we might just be stuck," he muttered, as he climbed out of the driver's side window. "Yep, sure as hell are." Pulling out his cell phone, a quick call to Josh gave him their location. "You might as well get out; it'll be a bit before he gets here," he grinned at Lila. The hot cowgirl crawled out of the window and into his arms, making sure she protected her boots from the mud. "I can think of one good thing about being stuck," he grinned, his hand squeezing her bare ass. "It's this good looking blonde I have with me right now." The situation, her arousal, his words, all combined to set Lila alight. The fire in her wet pussy needed attention, and it needed it now! She wantonly shoved her juice soaked fingers into Jason's mouth, allowing him to taste her. The action lit Jason's fire, too. His eyes lit up and he roughly lifted her onto the bed of the truck. Hiking up her skirt, one hand pulled her g-string aside whilst the other spread her legs. He needed this as much as she did. The way he dove head first into her soaked cunt, licking and sucking like a madman, felt so good! He went to work, pushing his tongue in deep, working in and out and then sucking on her clit. The two fingers he jammed inside her wetness added to her arousal, Lila's throaty growls signalling her approval to the way his mouth was devouring her while his fingers worked his magic. And when her hands lifted her shirt to massage her magnificent boobs, Jason wasn't going to be denied that pleasure. Without breaking the pace of his working mouth or fucking fingers, his free hand reached up to knead one breast. God, he was good! Lila could feel her orgasm building. So could Jason. It spurred him on, every part of him going at her faster and harder. The sexy cowgirl just let go, cumming with a violent force that surprised even her. "YESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!! OH YESSSS!!" she cried, her juices deliciously covering his face. *** Quickly recovering, the sexy and sassy blonde wanted more. Needed more. So did Jason! Pushing him down on the truck bed, she undid his jeans, yanking them down along with his briefs. He wasn't the biggest, but still very acceptable. Lowering her head, her soft, cowgirl lips engulfed his seven inches. A hand gripped the back of her head as she began to mouth-fuck him, sliding her pink lips all the way down to the base. Her head bobbed in his lap and her hands caressed his balls as she began to suck him to heaven. But just as he was about to burst, she pulled away. The blonde beauty wasn't about to let him cum just yet! Standing up, Lila pulled her soaking g-string down her legs and tossed it into the cab. Jason stood up behind her, turning her body to face the cab and bending her over the roof. His eyes settled on the "COWGIRL" tattoo on the small of her back, surrounded by the barbwire and roses. He was going to fuck this cowgirl so good! His cock easily slid inside. She'd been soaking wet for almost an hour and, fuck, the feeling of him filling her was wonderful. She was like a dervish as she pumped back against him. She needed to be fucked. She wanted Jason to take control. He did. Neither spoke as he began to fuck her, the only sound being that of the truck suspension moving. He quickly responded to her pumping hips, at first fucking her slowly, and then increasing his pace. Soon he was fully into it, varying the pace from fast to slow and back again. His fingers grabbed onto her blonde hair, roughly jerking her head back. Lila's face contorted in pleasure. The pressure was becoming too much. "Keep fucking me, Jason. Harder... harder!" "OK, you asked for it, you little slut," he groaned. He let go of her hair and grabbed her hips as he sawed his cock in and out at breathtaking speed, his balls slapping against her each time he hit bottom. Lila was panting like a dog and sweating like mad, so hot and wet. God, it felt so fucking good! "How's that, you hot bitch," he groaned, pummelling her like a machine and repeating the words over and over. They were a pair of animals rutting in the most basic way. Lila held on whilst he pounded her hard, fast and deep, both giving in to the purely physical act of fucking. All at once the blonde felt him tense up. He was there. He almost howled as he came, surging into her and blasting load after load into her sucking cunt. It was enough to set Lila off, the cowgirl reaching a second, more violent, orgasm as she spilled her love juices around and all over his pulsating cock. Oh, fuck! *** It took a little longer to recover this time. Jason was the first to speak. "Oh my god, that was fucking great, Lila," he gasped. Breathing hard, she agreed, then as her senses returned, she thought of Jason's phone call. "Hey, where do you think Josh is?" He gave a wry smile. "Not sure," he casually responded. "Let's just wait in the truck, and have another beer." Before the blonde beauty could respond, he climbed down onto the bank and helped Lila down. Setting her in the truck, he followed the cowgirl in. Smiling, he cracked open another beer each and started the truck. "What are you doing?" she asked, giving him a puzzled look. "We're stuck!" Lila - Book 02 If you have reads Book One, you'll know the blonde haired Lila is perfection. She's also as sexy as hell. She has a heart of gold. But it's not her heart that first draws your attention. One look from those blue, come-to-the-bedroom, eyes is enough to make any man hard. At five foot six, her magnificent 36D's stand firm and proud on her beautifully toned, body. But then, her daily three-mile run keeps her in wonderful shape. Her (as of right now) landing strip draws your eyes like a magnet and when she twirls around, the "COWGIRL" on the small of her back stands out, adorned by some barbwire and roses. With her ears, tongue, belly button and clit pierced, this young woman is more than a match for any porn star fantasy. Believe me! Dressed in her cowboy boots, low-rise jeans, tight low cut tops, this hot, sexy, cowgirl will harden any man's cock. But then... you should also see her in a low cut blouse, short skirt, stockings, garter belt and heels... Fuck! To get the full picture, you also have to realise Lila can drive semis, weld, work on most things, run equipment, work with cattle, hang with the boys, drink as long as most, go to the clothes line in her undies, and... she can fuck as good as any woman alive. Oh, Yes! She's a moaner and a screamer at times. Any attention to her magnificent boobs drives her wild. Not only does she love getting naughty and wild, she adores being eaten out and fucked like a whore in heat. Even a lil pain sometimes can be a real rush for her. And... oh yes, I nearly forgot... she loves rim jobs as well. Yes, you've got the picture. This hot, sexy, cowgirl can be a real whore in bed. This is my attempt at helping her write her second story. With a little imagination, of course! After she married, Lila promised herself she would adjust her sexual behaviour. Until she went to the concert, that is... A Backstage Pass It was simply the best birthday present Lila had ever been given. Thomas, her young friend and neighbour, hadn't forgotten it was her birthday despite being away at University. The card was sweet, just what she would have expected from him, but it was the envelope inside the card that made her squeal with delight. A ticket to the hot Miranda Lambert concert, taking place in nearby Monticello, Iowa. The concert had been sold out for some time and tickets were now like gold dust. How'd he been able to secure her one? But that wasn't the half of it. Not only was it a ticket to see her perform, but she'd be meeting the country star both before and after the concert! A shiver of anticipation ran through the sexy cowgirl. One of those shivers you get when your sexual arousal is so high you can cum after just a single touch. Miranda Lambert! The hot cowgirl actually laughed aloud, she'd have to find a way of rewarding the youngster when he came to stay for a week during the University break. Then the laugh grew louder. The hot blonde knew exactly what Thomas would regard as a suitable reward. But she was married now. She really would have to curb her natural tendencies! She and Jason were free spirits, but she could no longer go around fucking whoever took her eye. Those days were long gone. Although... she'd love to get in Miranda Lambert's panties. Or those of Miranda's boyfriend, Blake Shelton, for that matter. Shelton had married his longtime girlfriend Kaynette Williams in 2003 but they'd divorced three years later. The next year he'd begun dating Miranda Lambert and Lila would fuck them both if she got the chance. The thought got to her and that familiar feeling of horniness began to invade her body. Glancing at the clock, she wondered if she had time? As her hand begun to unbutton her jeans, she decided she didn't care. The beauty needed relief and she needed it now. Easing herself on to her bed, she sat with her back to the headboard and closed her eyes. A blonde vision approached her in the darkness. Miranda Lambert of course. Hi. I'm Miranda, the woman in her mind greeted her. As she spoke, the imaginary country singer's hand went to the top of her shirt and flicked the first button open, then the second. Oh, God! Lila's jeans were now around her bent knees and her hand was inside her lacy thong, tracing down over the dark blonde landing strip to find her erect, little bud. Miranda's shirt was completely unbuttoned now and she was slipping it from her shoulders, revealing a lacy, light blue bra. Like what you see, Lila? the delectable image asked, her hands moving to the top button of her blue jeans. Oh, God... oh, God! The fingers of Lila's right hand were working faster now, rubbing little circles around her clit. She was panting hard and the little, throaty growls were a sure indication she was close. How quick was that? Miranda was stepping out of her jeans. The thong matched the front fastening bra. With a deft flick, the bra came free and the thong went next, the blonde country singer sliding it down her shapely legs with a sexy shimmer. You like? Miranda asked, behind Lila's eyes. Oh, God... oh, God... oh, God! The sexy cowgirl's fingers danced faster. Her eyes tightened as she began to grunt. Want me to help? the naked country singer asked, dropping onto all fours and crawling to Lila's bed. Want me to suck you? Lila slowed the movement of her fingers and then pulled her hand away. She lifted up her ass, presenting her wet pussy to the hot country singer. The naked, imaginary woman crawled upwards, and behind her eyes the sexy cowgirl could see her as clear as day. Miranda gave a long, slow, lick along Lila's pussy. The sexy beauty pushed her ass a little higher. Both hands spread out either side of her, gripping the bed sheets. She didn't need to touch herself to make herself cum. Miranda was going to do that for her. The country singer smiled as she looked upwards, holding Lila's blue eyes with hers. The sexy cowgirl groaned. She was close. Her eyes tightened further as Miranda fingered and licked her as expertly as anyone had ever done. God, it was too much! Too wonderful! Miranda's hands were gripping her thighs. Her fingers were twisting inside her. Her mouth was sucking on her clit. And Lila could almost hear her swallowing noises as she sucked her juices. Want to cum now, Lila? she asked, her eyes stroking the bucking cowgirl. The blonde beauty couldn't hold back! She planted her feet firmly on the bed and lifted her ass almost as high as it would go. This was surrender - surrendering herself to the country singer behind her eyes. All of a sudden, the fire spread to every part of Lila's body. She shook. She shivered. She moaned. She came! And she came... and came... until she collapsed on the bed, listening to her pulse race, her heart pump, her rapid gasps, and -- she was sure -- Miranda Lambert's deep sigh of satisfaction. *** Today was the day. Tonight, Lila would be at the Miranda Lambert concert. She would actually be meeting the country singer before she performed, and afterwards, too. How on earth had Thomas engineered that? This was just too good to be true. Climbing out of the bed, her body ached from the way she'd worked during the past two days. Harvesting time was always a particularly busy time of the year and it was necessary to be up and about before four am if she was to get in her regular three mile run before her chores. But then, hard work was no stranger to Lila. It had been a similar pattern in college and high school and wasn't likely to change now. Work hard and play hard was the sexy cowgirl's mantra. The run this morning had been particularly invigorating, and with her chores completed, she had the rest of the day off to travel to Monticello. This was one occasion when she'd definitely not be arriving late. She'd met Miranda before, of course. At a fan club party. They'd talked about their love of dogs, and swapped tales of hunting. The singer told her she'd been taught to shoot by her father at an early age and later had become an avid deer hunter. That wasn't the only thing they had in common. Despite her more conservative public image, Miranda seemed to enjoy drinking and partying as much as Lila did. And the singer had even complimented her on her hair! If only she knew how much the cowgirl would have loved to fuck her there and then... *** The steaming hot shower had been invigorating. Wrapping a fluffy, cotton towel around her fabulous, sweet-smelling body, Lila padded out of the bathroom and took a long look in the huge, full-length mirror in her bedroom. With a wicked grin, the hot cowgirl undid the towel and admired her toned body. Her satiny skin gleamed with the fragrant oil and her magnificent 36D's thrust out as if begging to be sucked. The blonde's washboard stomach sloped deliciously into her full, rounded hips, drawing her gorgeous blue eyes to the dark blonde landing strip between her thighs. What she'd give to stand like this in front of Miranda Lambert! She sexily ran a hand through the long, blonde tresses she'd styled into loose waves. Gripping her hair, she pulled it onto the top of her head before allowing it to drop and cascade around her naked shoulders. "Hi, my name's Lila," the cowgirl playfully grinned, as if talking to the country star. With a quick shake of her head, the soft, tousled strands bounced and then fell back into place. "Want to fuck me?" "Sure do." Lila whirled around and then gave a delicious giggle. It was her husband's was naked too, except for the Victoria's Secret Signature Cotton Thong he wore. "That's why I came back," he muttered. "To give my wife a goodbye fuck before she leaves for the concert." The sexy cowgirl licked her lips at the sight of his erect cock pushing through the thin material of the thong. "Take those off and sit on the bed," she breathed. Jason started to speak but she shook her head before a word could come out. "Take those off and sit on the bed!" she repeated. This time he did as he was told and the beautiful blonde nodded her approval as she took the couple of steps towards him. Putting a hand on the top of his head, she stood over him, her feet on either side of his hips. With her pussy so close to Jason's face, he couldn't help himself. But that was the idea p- she knew he wouldn't be able to. Leaning forward, his mouth went to her cunt. At the same time as his tongue began to fuck her, a finger caressed her back passage, slowly creating the opportunity for it to slip inside. "Oh, fuck," she groaned, responding to the tongue and finger that were co-ordinating their fucking motions from front and back. Fuck, this man knew how to press her buttons. Her grip on his hair tightened as he sucked up her juices and suddenly, she dragged his head away. She wanted him inside her. One hand took her husband's cock and directed him to her wet sex as she lowered herself. When the head pushed inside, the blonde heard him take a deep breath and she locked her hands around his neck, gently impaling herself until he was halfway in. Her eyes were gleaming down at him as she bit her bottom lip. She waited until he looked up and caught her gaze, then pushed down and forced his cock deep inside. "Oh, fuck, Jason," she groaned, allowing her knees to rest on the bed either side of him. Her kiss was fire and she devoured his mouth, imagining this was Miranda Lambert she was kissing. Then her thoughts bounced to Miranda's boyfriend and she sucked Jason's tongue into her mouth and began to suck it like she would Blake's cock. "Fuck me, Jason," she groaned. "Fuck me like a slut..." Her husband took her at her word, grabbing her waist and lifting her before slamming her back down onto him. He repeated the action again and again, raising the blonde until his cock was almost free, then slamming her back down hard again. "Want to be fucked, you slut?" he snarled. "I'll fuck you..." With that he swung her round so that he was on top, taking but an instant to get back in position. "Like that you dirty fuck slut?" he asked, pushing his wife's legs up until her knees were pressing against her 36D's. "God, yes, Jason," she cried. "Pound me, baby. Pound your slut..." He did, thrusting in hard, short strokes, like the piston of a well-oiled engine. He was sweating now, and the way it dripped down onto his wife's shoulders only added to the sheer rawness of the moment. "Fuck me, Jason," she continued. "Fuck your slut..." His hands slid under Lila's ass, gripping tight as he pounded her, pumping for all he was worth as his own climax approached. "Fuck, Jason... I'm going to explode," she groaned, thrusting her hips upwards to give him a better angle. He slid inside her a fraction further and it made all the difference, taking them both to the edge and then over... "Cum with me, okay?" the cowgirl hissed. "I'm goin' too, you fucking cum dumpster," he answered, his body trembling as his sperm prepared to unleash itself from his balls. "Now, whore! Now..." Lila moaned and whined as she came, the back of her head digging into the pillow as Jason unleashed, staying deep inside his wife and pumping even harder as he began to fire... It was fucking heaven. *** Lila stood with Jerome in front of the largest dressing room. He was one of Miranda's team, and the dark haired twenty-six year old had given the blonde cowgirl a personal backstage tour. What a shame he was gay, she was feeling so hot she'd have loved to go down on him there and then. The large gold star on the door gave a clue to the intended occupant. "Miranda's going to be in this dressing room tonight," he explained in that camp way of his, as he checked his watch. "Rehearsals will start shortly. Why don't you take a seat in the dressing room? Miranda's always pretty much on time, so she'll join you shortly. Then the two of you can have a good chat." "Thanks, Jerome. I really appreciate you showing me around." "No problem, sweetheart," he smiled, as he swayed away. "See you later!" Lila hesitantly walked in. This was Miranda Lambert's dressing room, after all, and it was quite spacious at that. There were a few chairs in front of the vanity table near the back, and a couple of outfits sat around the perimeter of the room, next to the large mirror. The blonde checked out her reflection. The lace bra and lil thong always made her feel sexy and the tank top was tiny enough to emphasise her considerable assets and also display the silver stud in her navel. Her jeans were sexy, too, lowrise and tight, displaying an ass that was the envy of all her women friends. Round and curvy. The holes in the knees were so 'it' and they looked so good with those boots. The brown belt and large buckle set off the outfit perfectly. As she turned one way and the other, she could smell her 'Very Sexy' perfume from Victoria's. God, she looked and felt hot! "You the girl with the backstage pass?" came a voice from the door. The question came from a tall, attractive, full-figured black woman with a bright smile. The yellow silk blouse complemented her warm, black skin, and her cinnamon-coloured hair was styled into beautiful twists. "Hi, honey, my name's Earlene. I'm Miranda's hair stylist." Hair stylist? The woman was nothing like Lila would have expected or imagined. But she must be good, Miranda's hair always looked just perfect. Earlene's hair was perfect, too. And the way the thirty-year-old woman's black cleavage spilt forward between the open folds of her yellow blouse was pretty sexy. "And this is Ling," she added, when the nineteen year old followed her through the door, carrying a handful of black garment bags. "She's Miranda's make up artist." "Hi, pleased meet you" Ling grinned, in her delightful pigeon English accent. The young, Asian was definitely cute, Lila realised. Her sandy-blonde hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail and she was definitely not wearing a bra under that red t-shirt. The nips on her small breasts were pushing against the material, and the designer jeans were practically glued on to her slim figure. "Good to meet you both," she smiled, feeling a little awkward. "I'm Lila. What time does Miranda arrive?" "Oh, she'll be here soon, honey," Earlene answered. "She always gets nervous before a performance, so she spends some time with Blake. Needs some stimulation, if you know what I mean?" Lila smiled but felt her pussy moisten at the thought of the two country stars fucking. She needed some stimulation herself right now! "Hey there! I know you!" Lila turned at the sound of the new voice. It was her! The cowgirl's heart nearly fluttered out of her chest. Miranda Lambert stood at the door, sunglasses on top of her blonde tresses and a sunny smile beneath them. Her apple sized breasts pushed deliciously against her checked shirt and her bare, washboard flat stomach peered out from under where it was tied. "Hi," Miranda said. "It's Lila isn't it? Call me Ran." Before the cowgirl could reply, the country singer turned to Earlene and Ling. "Hey, give us five minutes would you. I want to talk to my friend. We could do with a couple of orange juices, though." She turned to the sexy cowgirl, arching her blonde eyebrows. "Okay?" Lila nodded. Miranda could have asked whether she wanted to drink her pee and she most likely would have agreed. Watching the door close, Lila turned back to look at the country singer. "Do you really remember me?" "Of course," Miranda replied. "The party. We talked about how much we both loved dogs. And about hunting, too. And I told you I loved your hair." Both women laughed. "Well," the hot cowgirl smiled. "That's impressive." "Uh-huh," nodded the country star, flopping down onto one of the chairs and nodding for Lila to do the same. "And we were each thinking the same thing, too." It was Lila's turn to raise an eyebrow. "Really?" she asked, sitting opposite the blonde beauty. "What was that?" Miranda's smile was so sexy. "We were each thinking how fuckable the other one was!" Lila didn't blush easily. But this was one of those occasions. Still, nothing ventured, nothing gained. "Yes, you're right with that one, Ran. Or at least that's what I was thinking..." "Me, too," smiled the country singer, her eyes all over the cowgirl. "And looking at you now, I'd forgotten just how fuckable you look..." The knock on the door interrupted the conversation. Damn! Earlene walked in with the drinks. "Time for rehearsal, Miranda." Her tone was warm but authorative. Miranda pulled a face at Lila. "Earlene keeps me on track," she told her. "Otherwise I'd be lost." "That's true, honey," the black woman smiled. She winked at Lila before her next question. "How's Blake, by the way?" This time the curl on Miranda's face was real. "Damn man got called away. He won't be back until after the show." "Poor baby," Earlene smiled. "All that pent up energy." The singer gave a mock look of disgust. "Tell you what, Lila," she said, turning to the blonde. "Rehearsal's take an hour. Want to watch?" The blonde cowgirl could hardly stop her head from nodding vociferously. "You bet!" *** The rehearsals were incredible. Getting the opportunity to watch the star that closely, from the very edge of the stage, was a hell of a buzz. As good as sex. Well, not quite. But the way she sang, changed a little choreography here and there, and occasionally glanced across at where the blonde cowgirl was standing, was arousing in the extreme. Lila waited in the singer's dressing room for around twenty minutes afterwards, until Miranda had freshly showered and returned. "Well, what did you think," the singer asked, sitting back in the chair and seductively crossing her legs. The way her red robe fell open made the blonde cowgirl's heart race a little faster. Was she naked beneath it? Lila - Book 02 The way Miranda's blue eyes were staring intently into hers didn't help either. "Sensational," Lila replied. The singer laughed as she ran a hand through her blonde hair. The robe slipped a little further, revealing the full length of her naked leg. "Sensational? In what way?" "Sexy," Lila blurted. "As sexy as hell, Ran." Miranda's eyes narrowed, her tongue flicking across her lips. "Yeah, that's how I felt knowing you were watching. You know what, Lila? It's such a turn on, performing. I get so aroused that Blake has to fuck me silly before every performance, just to calm me down..." The silence lingered for a few seconds. "I thought you told Earlene he got called away and won't be back until after the show," Lila almost purred. Miranda nodded. A slow, sensuous nod. "That's right, baby. And right now, I'm hotter than a dog on heat. I can't go out like this. Any ideas?" Lila felt her throat instantly go dry. This was a dream come true, Miranda Lambert coming on to her. It was an opportunity that might never repeat itself and one definitely not to be missed. "Lock the door," Miranda said, as if knowing the power she held. Her voice seemed a little huskier than usual. "You know, Lila, I said to myself after that party, Ran, if you ever see that cutie again, you gotta give her what she wants. And you want it, don't you baby? You want what Ran has?" Her hands were already fastening the belt of her robe as she spoke, allowing it to slip from her body. She was naked underneath. The nipples on Miranda's apple-shaped breasts were erect and silently begging to be touched. The dangly belly button piercing sent a glint of light across the short divide between them. And as the country singer lewdly widened her legs, it was the light blonde landing strip that first drew Lila's eyes, then the white gold clit ring. Lila gasped. Miranda smiled. "Well, what are you waiting for, baby? We don't have much time." Lila almost threw herself off the chair to kneel at the country singer's feet. Reaching up, she snaked a hand around Miranda's neck and pulled her into a kiss. A deep kiss. She was stamping her ground. Dropping her head to those luscious tits, the cowgirl immediately covered her stiff nipples with soft kisses. When Miranda moaned and threw her head back, Lila smiled to herself. She'd make the hot singer scream before she was finished. God, she could almost cum just from the anticipation of what lay in store. "Sit on the edge of the chair," she told the singer. Miranda obeyed, edging that delectable ass forward. Lila pushed those shapely legs wider, her eyes devouring the wet cunt that was about to be hers. Her hands reached around to hold the sides of the singer's hips, drawing her right to her mouth. Instantly, she pressed her lips to the smooth skin of Miranda's pussy and slipped out her tongue, gently licked the silky skin. "Oh yes, baby," Miranda sighed, reaching down to grip Lila's blonde tresses. "Oh, yes..." Lila could clearly see her honey-brown, smooth, fleshy lips and the pretty pinkness inside. For a few seconds, she took the clit ring in her teeth and pulled. The singer almost convulsed there and then. Good, the cowgirl smiled inside. That was exactly what she enjoyed, too. She'd remember that for later. And she'd make sure there was a later. She immediately slid her tongue deep inside the singer. Fuck, this girl was as sweet as hell! "Oh God!" Miranda practically screamed. "He won't help you," Lila moaned into the flesh, going back to laving the singer's sweet gem with her hard tongue. She licked and wiggled her tongue all around the juicy mound, loving the whimpering sounds the singer gave as the powerful sensations began to hit home. Taking one hand from Miranda's hip, she opened her up even more. Her tongue went in again, licking and kissing the slippery flesh in search of more of the juices now streaming into her waiting mouth. As Miranda began to writhe, she slid a hand to the back of the singer's ass to hold her steady while, with the other hand, she slid a finger into her pussy. As anticipated, the singer's body suddenly bucked at the new invader. "Oh, baby," she gasped, her fingers now gripping Lila's hair so hard that it hurt a little. She was practically fucking Lila's face. "Oh, baby..." The sexy cowgirl could feel her own pleasure mounting and pulled back to unfasten her jeans and pull them down to her knees. It took only seconds, just as well because the singer's hands were jerking her head back into her serving position again. She resumed her licking and sucking, Miranda's sweet stickiness inflaming her senses, the wet, erotic scent connecting with the passion deep inside the cowgirl. The hand holding Miranda's ass left the singer so that Lila could slide it down inside her own thong. Her fingers danced over her swollen clit, trying to time her climax with the woman's. "Oh yes, baby," Miranda practically screamed. It would be clear to everyone nearby what was going on in the dressing room but neither of them cared. "Oh God... yesssss!" It was difficult to concentrate, what with pleasuring herself at the same time as attending to that sweet pussy. Fuck, the sexy cowgirl wanted this so bad! But despite the singer practically lifting her ass of the chair and thrusting her hot cunt upwards, Lila kept her lips locked to that soaking wet pussy. Moving her finger in and out of Miranda, she was somehow found a sweet rhythm that matched the rhythm of her fingers on her own clit. They were both close. Lila's eyes looked upwards as she felt the singer's body tighten, watching as Miranda covered her mouth tightly, fighting back a scream. She couldn't. "Now! Lila! Nowwwwww...!" The sudden burst of wetness that hit the cowgirl's tongue was absolutely divine. She swallowed and swallowed the unending juice she'd pleasured out of the hot singer. But she had a need, too! Groaning, Lila's fingers raced faster over her clit until her own explosion claimed her. Light headed, she shook and moaned into Miranda's pussy, her entire body throbbing as the singer continued to pull her head in tight and grind her still spasming cunt against her juice covered face. Fuck, that was good! *** Lila sat quietly as the team of helpers fussed around Miranda. Well, not quite quietly. The cowgirl was purring with satisfaction. She'd just given the country singer one of the biggest orgasms of her life. And after the show... well... the possibilities were endless! She glanced across at the singer. That orgasmic flush still registered on her cheeks. Miranda winked at her before returning her gaze to her reflection in the mirror. Earlene was styling Miranda's long, blonde hair in curvy waves, allowing the silky strands to cascade well down her back. At the same time, Ling was applying neutral shades to Miranda's blue eyes, adding a dramatic, crimson-pink lip colour to match the pink in her shirt. "Ling want to keep makeup simple, yet elegant," the young, Asian smiled, glancing across at Lila. "What you think?" "I love it," the sexy cowgirl beamed. "You're very talented." Earlene twisted around to look Lila directly in the eye. "Oh, she's talented alright, honey. You have no idea just how much!" Lila momentarily stared at the big, black woman, and then found Earlene, Ling and Miranda all bursting into laughter at the look on her face. "Well," the country singer murmured with that look in her eyes again. "I think our lil old cowgirl is pretty talented too..." "Yes," Earlene agreed, licking her lips. "We heard!" *** All too soon, it was that time and Miranda was close to stepping out to do her stuff. Standing just backstage, Lila carefully watched the crowd and then glanced across at the blonde country singer BESIDE her. "Wish me luck," Miranda drawled, shaking off her nerves and planting a soft kiss on the cowgirl's lips. Then, as the MC announced her name and the crowd went into a frenzy, she was running out onto the stage for her first number. Lila stood almost frozen, watching the singer's lithe body move rhythmically to the country beat. The same supple body she'd eaten out a short time ago. And the one she'd devour again after the show, given half a chance. The crowd followed every movement as Miranda captivated the house with her powerful singing, guitar plaaying and subtle body moves. God, she was hot! She performed for a good forty-five minutes before running backstage for her costume change. Earlene was there to help, bundling her into and out of the dressing room. A different woman emerged, minus cowboy hat, a blue and black checked shirt, darker jeans and delicious, brown leather, cowboy boots. The second performance lasted a similar length of time, with Miranda moving sweetly as she sang and Lila gyrating in her position offstage. The country singer had the audience in the palm of her hand, everyone pretty much on their feet for the entire second session, stamping and singing along. It was sensational. Too soon, it was over, Miranda singing a couple of encores before leaving the stage, grinning sweatily at Lila as she approached her. "Well?" "Sensational, Ran!" the cowgirl breathed. "Just sensational!" Dripping with sweat, her chest heaving, Miranda winked at her. "Thanks, baby. Tell you what, stay around until I get showered, changed, and sign a few autographs. Then how about coming back to my hotel suite? It'll be a while before Blake gets back, but I just know he'll want to meet you." With that, the country singer turned towards Earlene, accepting the towel the big, black woman handed to her and rubbing the perspiration from her face. *** "She's had to go," Earlene told Lila. The words hit the sexy cowgirl like a sledgehammer. "She's... she's had to go?" The black woman laughed. "Don't look so disappointed, honey. She's arranged a car to collect you. It's outside. It'll take you to Ran's hotel." A surge of relief ran through Lila. For a second, she thought... Then she felt Earlene's black hand run through her long, blonde hair. The hair stylist's voice seemed to drop into a husky drawl. "Ran'll be waiting for you, honey. Now ain't she the lucky one?" With that, she smiled at the cowgirl and sauntered back the way she'd come, glancing back seductively over her shoulder. Lila headed down the stairs and out into the open. Her little gasp indicated she'd expected a car, but not the black, stretch limousine that sat there. "Miss Westman?" the neatly dressed chauffeur asked, opening the rear door. "Please take a seat." A woman chauffeur? That was unusual. As she helped her inside, she watched as the chauffeur's eyes ran over her body. Lila felt the dryness in her throat as her nipples pushed outwards against her bra. She could hardly wait to be with the sexy singer again. "Help yourself to a drink, Miss Westman," the chauffeur smiled as she took her place behind the wheel. "The journey won't take long." It didn't. Ten minutes perhaps. It was just enough time for the cowgirl to consume the bottle of bud in the drinks compartment. Bud? Could the singer have actually remembered her favourite drink from the party? The chauffeur led Lila to Miranda's suite, escorting her to the door and opening it to allow her inside. "This way," she smoothly said, leading the blonde cowgirl to a door at the end of the passageway. "You and Ms. Lambert are scheduled for a massage. First, you can get undressed here and then you can take your shower. When you're done, I'll escort you to the massage room." Massage room in a suite? How big was this place? Lila stepped inside the plush bathroom and quickly undressed. The pulsing streams of water from the huge, marble shower felt heavenly against her aroused body. Had she been anywhere else, she would have had to get herself off. When she finished, she pulled the huge, black bathrobe around her body and slipped her painted feet into the pair of soft, black slippers. The chauffeur was waiting patiently, her eyes again running down Lila's body as she emerged. A soft smile ran across her face as she turned to lead the cowgirl back along the passageway. But then, she knew what was in store! Opening the door of the small, dimly lit room, Lila saw that Ran was already being serviced. She lay on one of two massage tables, resting on her stomach, with only a towel draped over her bottom half. A slender, dark-haired Hispanic woman was slowly massaging her back. Miranda's eyes took in Lila's nakedness as she removed the robe and climbed onto the other massage table. A second woman, the exact twin of the first, immediately entered the room, placed a towel over her bottom and began her massage. The country singer turned her head to smile at her guest. "Welcome, Lila. I thought this would be a treat for us both. Feel good?" "Yes," the blonde cowgirl moaned, as the woman masseuse dug her fingers into Lila's sexy ass. God! That did feel good! Miranda smiled. "Just relax and enjoy." "How did you get started, Ran?" Lila asked her, as much for something to say as anything else. Miranda smiled. It wasn't the first time she'd been asked that question and she loved talking about her career. "My parents took me to a Garth Brooks concert when I was nine." "Nine? That was the first time you got interested in country music?" "Uh-huh. Then my father wrote and performed country music and he soon had me singing in some talent contests." "And you did well," Lila grinned, loving the feeling of the masseuse's hot hands on her skin. "Yeah," Miranda laughed. "Eventually, when I was sixteen, I began appearing on the Johnny High Country Music Review in Arlington." "That was the same show that helped launch LeAnn Rimes," Lila said, purring at the effect of the massage, but wanting Miranda to understand she was knowledgeable about the country scene. "Sure was. But I became a bit frustrated and went back to Texas and asked my dad to teach me how to play guitar, so I could write my own songs." Lila nodded, unable to speak. The dark haired masseuse was staring provocatively at her as her hands took the sexy blonde close to an orgasm and then backed off again, only to restart the same process over and over again. She was playing Lila's body like a fiddle. "Then I finished third on Nashville Star, and that led to me signing with Epic Records. The rest is history," Miranda laughed. "Now I write and sing. I just love it!" "Oh, geez," Lila moaned, as the Hispanic woman brought her towards a peak again. "I know," Ran groaned, "I don't think I can take any more of this either." The country singer nodded to the two women, almost unspoken command reluctantly telling them they were finished. "Come with me," she directed, taking hold of Lila's hand. "You won't need your robe, baby." The country singer led the blonde to the adjacent room, opening the door to reveal a large Jacuzzi bath, already filled. Smiling at Lila, she eased herself into the water. "Sit on the edge, baby," she instructed. The sexy cowgirl did as she was told and as she perched herself there, Miranda moved through the water to stand right between her legs. "I have a favour to return," she smiled. Slipping deeper into the water until her head was just at the juncture between Lila's open thighs, her warm breath skimmed the delicate skin. Raising a hand, she gently stroked the cowgirl's wet pussy. "You're so sexy," she breathed, her eyes staring upwards into Lila's as her tongue flicked from the bottom to the top of the cowgirl's sweet cunt. "Oh, yessss," Lila hissed. "Hell yes!" This was Ran Lambert pleasuring her! Ran Lambert's tongue licking at her pussy! The singer's blonde hair, now totally wet, lay draped over her shoulders. Her head swayed back and forth as her tongue traced delicate little circles all over Lila's pussy lips. The cowgirl took Ran's head in her hands and ran her fingers all through her hair, gently directing the singer to places that gave her most pleasure. But Miranda needed no direction. She was going to make this sexy, hot bitch cum - and cum good. As her mouth moved back and forth over Lila's clit, the cowgirl's back arched in the ultimate pleasure. When the singer pulled on Lila's clit ring, the cowgirl almost hissed with pleasure. "Ohhhh, Ran... God... yessss!" Tiny electric shocks exploded in the cowgirl as Miranda's tongue flicked again and again against her sensitive clit and the ring through it. Her heart began to race. Her passion soared. "Oh, Ran! Please... Please!" The more the cowgirl begged... the faster Miranda sucked Tears slipped out of the corners of Lila's eyes as the explosion rose from her belly. All of a sudden, before she could try and control herself, a scorching heat raced through her. "Ran!" she wailed. "I'm cumming..." Bursts of bright, golden light flashed in Lila's head. She barely heard her own screams as her passion crested and she tumbled down into a familiar bottomless pit of sheer bliss. She'd been eaten good before, but not like this. And not by Ran Lambert. The sexy singer continued licking every drop of her syrupy essence as the cowgirl writhed and thrashed until, finally, her passion ebbed and she began to float back down to earth. Miranda smiled upwards, her face covered in the cowgirl's juices. "Enjoyed?" "Oh, fuck, yes!" "That's good," the singer smiled. She pulled herself upwards to kiss Lila, allowing the cowgirl to taste of her own sugary juices on the singer's lips and tongue. "Let's soap each other, then go to bed." *** Miranda led the blonde to the king-sized bed in the suite's master bedroom. Throwing herself back on her stomach, she came up with her strangest request yet. "Draw circles on my back, Lila. Like your mom did when you were a kid." For a moment, the sexy blonde cowgirl was taken aback. Here she was, prepared, ready, and eager to fuck the country singer's lights out, and Miranda wanted her to draw circles on her admittedly gorgeous back. But if that's what Ran wanted... Instantly, she went to work, lying beside the singer as the very tips of her fingers drew figure eights on Miranda's smooth skin. As the country singer purred like a cat, Lila's bright, blue eyes wandered across her body. The singer didn't have quite the same curves as the cowgirl had, but there were enough -- and her unblemished, lightly tanned skin was astonishingly smooth. "How did you meet Blake?" Lila asked, though she knew the answers from following the star's fortunes in the media. "Don't stop," Miranda directed, sighing with satisfaction as Lila slightly increased the pressure. Her fingers weren't just running along the singer's back, they were tracing as high as her shoulders and then running down over the oh, so shapely ass. "Most people think I met him at the CMT's 100 Greatest Duets Concert," she smiled. "Cos that's what we told the press." She gave a delicious laugh. "The truth is Lila, I was fucking him even before he divorced from Kaynette." The cowgirl stopped the movements of her fingers. "Ran!" she gasped. "You are joshing me!" "Don't stop, baby," the singer moaned, wriggling that gorgeous ass. "No, I'm not. It's true. The first time we fucked was the night we met." "No!" Miranda laughed. "Oh, yes. He took me over a chair in the dressing room. He can be quite an animal..." "Fuck!" "Yeah! Kaynette might have been his longtime girlfriend, but she was never wild enough for Blake." "You two live together?" "Oh, no, that wouldn't do. I still live in Lindale with my parents. But he's around a lot. As you know, Lila, like every true Texan, I love hunting and massive cookouts. So does Blake." Lila - Book 02 Lila laughed. "So this 'animal' has a tender side, too?" "Oh, yes," Miranda softly sighed. "He does this, too, stroking my back. Just before he fucks me. You goin' to fuck me, Lila?" With her provocative question, the singer tried to turn over. The cowgirl stopped her, her strong hands holding the sexy woman down, pressing her stomach into the bed. "Stay like that," she insisted. Once she was satisfied that Miranda had settled down again, she slid down and sat on her knees beside the singer's feet, her eyes focusing on the smooth curves of that beautiful ass. She palmed it gently, softly caressing the beautiful, supple skin. When she leant down and planted tiny kisses on the smooth ass, the singer moaned aloud and spread her legs a little. "That's it, Ran," Lila instructed, "Spread those legs..." As Miranda instantly obeyed, pushing up on her elbows, Lila's hands helped push them wider, enthralled with the beautiful pinkness and the sight of that ring. She leaned in for a taste. When the cowgirl ran her tongue along the sugary sweetness, Miranda nearly bucked off the bed. "Oh, shit!" Lila smiled as she grabbed the singer's hips and pulled her ass upwards. Unable to resist, her head dipped forward and the sexy cowgirl lapped at the singer's wet pussy. She had Miranda squirming now and wasn't going to let go. No way! Relishing the taste of the tangy essence, her mouth, lips and tongue nuzzled against Miranda's slippery clit, sucking and pulling on the clit ring until she felt the singer's entire body shake and tremble. "Come on, Ran," the hot cowgirl's husky voice encouraged. "Cum for Lila..." Miranda's breathing became more and more laboured as Lila's experienced tongue took her to one height after another. The cowgirl licked harder, lapped more urgently, sucked more frantically. She was like an artist moulding a piece of clay, shaping it the way she wanted. And what she wanted was Ran's creamy juices. Suddenly the singer's upper body dropped to the bed, her head falling onto her folded arms. She came like a wild woman, screaming into the sheets as Lila's pleasuring took her over the edge. "Good girl," Lila slurped as the singer's wetness flowed and she lapped up every drop of the thick, white cream. But if Ran thought she'd get some relief after cresting the wave, she was wrong. The deliciously wicked cowgirl continued her ministrations, alternating between soft and hard licks against her sensitive clit. The singer frantically moved back against Lila, trying desperately to get more of the wonderful tongue into her still sizzling pussy. The cowgirl was only to happy to oblige, sucking hard and drawing as much wetness out of her as she could. Then, as Lila took long laps at the gorgeous cunt, her teasing tongue inched upward until she approached the dark rosebud. Miranda knew what was in store and, oh God, she so wanted that tongue on her ass. "Please," she pleaded, the word coming out in a throaty growl. "Oh, yes, please!" Lila was lost in her need to pleasure the blonde singer, licking higher and higher... slowly... until finally, she placed her tongue directly against the singer's rosebud. Miranda climaxed a second time right there and then. "Fuck!" the undulating singer snarled as the savage heat overwhelmed her. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Lila tightly gripped the spasming hips as they bucked. Not letting up, she licked all the way up, and all the way down. The singer growled, the noise coming from the very bottom of her throat. Her head shook from one side to another. Her eyeballs rolled into the back of her head. She couldn't take much more, but the highly aroused Lila had more in mind. Licking her index finger, she deftly slid it inside her ass, and her thumb inside the sweet cunt. Rotating her wrist from side to side, she instantly had the singer howling in pure pleasure. Lila moved her hand ever faster as she increased the pace of her tongue on the soft skin between Miranda's ass and her pussy. With the singer started to erupt again, the entire bed frame began to shake. Lila jammed her tongue in further, swirling it in tight circles inside and then all over Miranda's hot pussy. Her fingers pressed harder. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" The singer's scream came again as she exploded a third time, this time even louder. Like an animal baying in the wild. "Oh God! Yessssssssssss...!" Lila sucked in the sweet nectar, not letting up. Her lips and tongue were drenched with Ran's sweet cream, but she continued to lick and suck until she'd tasted all there was to taste. Eventually, she pulled back, her entire face sublimely covered in the singer's sweet juices. Gazing up, she realised Miranda had actually passed out from the pleasure. That's when she heard the voice. "Fuck, baby. That was hot!" *** Looking behind her, Lila saw Blake. Miranda's boyfriend was naked, his eight inches bobbing almost obscenely in front of him. The cowgirl licked her lips as she provocatively raised her peachy ass. "What are you waiting for? Aren't you gonna fuck me?" Miranda's boyfriend didn't need to be asked twice. He strutted rather than walked to the bed, easing himself into position behind Lila and gripping her hair. Jerking her head back, he leant forward to speak into her ear. "So, my pretty slut wants to be fucked, does she?" The sexy cowgirl pushed her perfect ass back into him, making him sway before steadying himself on the bed. "Oh," he grinned. "The little slut wants to play?" Ignoring his sleeping girlfriend, he pulled her around to face his cock. "Suck me first!" Lila's eyes smiled at him as she lowered her head. She'd show the singing star exactly what a whore she could be. Her blonde hair fell in front of her face as her lips lightly touched the head of his hard shaft. Snaking her tongue out, she ran it around the crown. His groan of pleasure was gratifying. "Fuck, yes, you slut, that's good." Smiling up at him, she teasingly pulled her mouth away, allowing the cool air to hit where her warm lips had been. But Blake wasn't interested in teasing. His hands gripped her blonde hair, jamming her head back to him again. Lila took as much as she could, attempting to deep throat him in one go. As his cock hit the back of her throat, he moaned again, his grip slackening for a moment. Sliding him from her mouth, she licked along the saliva-covered shaft, running her lips around his cockhead again before sliding her tongue around and down the shaft. Miranda stirred a little on the bed but it made no difference to either of them. They were consumed by their own lust. Lila licked down and onto his balls, sucking each in turn, swallowing them whole. His body jerked. "Fuck, yes, you whore..." Grabbing a handful of her hair, he pulled her mouth up and down on his cock, making sure she increased the pace of her sucking. The cowgirl needed no direction. She knew what he wanted and it had her juices flowing. She used her left hand to pull the hair back from her face as she deep throated him, her right hand holding the base of his cock. She gagged a little as he rammed himself at her, but had no trouble maintaining her rhythm. . As he began to groan, she took control, varying her pace, pulling her mouth away to suck on the head before taking him down her throat again. Her right hand continued to jack him off as she sucked, while her free left hand dropped to massage his balls, stroking him all the way along to his ass. "Fuck, yes..." They both knew he couldn't hold out much longer, and Lila decided to finish him off. She pulled her mouth away completely and licked from his balls to the tip of his cock. "Oh, yes. Fucking slut..." The sexy blonde felt his balls begin to tighten and immediately dropped her mouth to engulf his hardness, rapidly sucking up and down the shaft. His groans warned her he was there and she dragged her head away from his gripping fingers, aiming his cock at her face. As he began to tremble, she slipped a finger into his ass, almost feeling the surge from his balls to the tip of his cock as he exploded. His cum sprayed her face, splashing against her chin and lips and even covered her hair. God, how much did he have? She changed the angle so the next bursts of his pearly man juice hit her thrusting tits, running down onto her stomach. Fuck, that was good! Out of breath, Blake sat back while the blonde cowgirl began to rub the creamy cum into her skin, her eyes watching his as she smothered and coated her breasts with his offering. "Mmmm, you are a sexy slut, aren't you? I want some of that!" It was Miranda's voice. *** The blonde singing star leant across Blake to reach Lila, slowly licking her boyfriend's cum from the cowgirl's 36D's. "Oh, God," Lila groaned, feeling Miranda's licking tongue flicking across her skin. Her hand dropped to her cunt. "Oh, God!" Suddenly, Miranda pushed her flat on her back. "We want to watch," she told her, leaning against Blake's strong chest as she nodded down at Lila's working hand. "Cum for us, baby!" Lila spread her legs. They wanted a show. This slut would give them a show. Her hand slid back to her stomach, sliding down the dark blonde landing strip to slip a finger inside her wetness. "Yes!" The voice was Blake's. As Lila began to masturbate, she could him begin to harden again. A second finger joined the first and her eyes flicked from his to Miranda's as she moved her hand as if in slow motion. For a second, she pulled her fingers away, holding them up to the watching pair. Sitting up, she held them out, allowing Blake to lick one clean and Miranda the other. Her head nodded at them as she fell back, her clouded eyes half closing as she ran her hand to her hard nub. She rubbed it gently, moaning aloud as she coated her labial lips with her sweet nectar until they erotically glistened at the watching singing stars. Then, she thrust her two fingers back inside again, this time beginning to move them faster, her mouth grunting with each thrust. As the speed of her fingers increased to a blur, it took only a few additional seconds for her orgasm to burst. Her fabulous body shuddered in pleasure as it stiffened on their bed, her half closed eyes dreamily smiling in silent satisfaction. *** "Ready to fuck Blake now?" Miranda softly murmured, running her fingers through Lila's blonde hair. The singer had such a sexy way of talking. Warm, sultry, yet sweet, like audible honey. She bent down to briefly suck on Lila's right nipple before sliding her tongue to her soft ear. "Suck him real hard again, first, baby." Lila struggled up only for Blake to push her backwards so that she sat against the headboard. With a cocky grin, he straddled her sitting body. "Is my slut gonna blow me again?" he smiled, adjusting himself so his eight inches were level with her mouth. There was no finesse. He eased a hand around Lila's neck and guided her mouth to his long shaft. The feel of his cock between her lips for a second time felt surreal and the new position added a different dimension. While her lips worked on him, she could feel her chin thump against his bouncing balls. Or was it the other way around? As she deep throated him, Miranda slipped down between the cowgirl's legs. She lapped at the blonde with long, powerful strokes of her tongue while her boyfriend settled into a steady rhythm above her. Blake looked down at her. "This slut gives real good head," he grinned. Lila raised a hand and caressed the bouncing balls, being rewarded as his cock jumped in her throat at the contact. Letting out a low moan, he leant forward so that his arms rested on the headboard behind her head. "Fuck, baby," he groaned. "You're good." Lila would have smiled, except that her mouth was full. Her body was tingling from Miranda's tongue lashing. She eased her mouth back, attempting to catch her breath. Blake would have none of it. "Suck, you fucking whore." he growled. His voice was deep and commanding, and his right hand dug into her blonde hair as he pulled her mouth back onto him. The sexy cowgirl swallowed him all the way. He growled again. She slid him back out, repeating the movement several times, noisily fucking him with her mouth. The tension in his balls under her hand told her he was nearly ready to cum. "Wait," he ordered, his voice urgent. "Don't want to cum again yet..." Fuck that, Lila thought. She wanted his creamy juice in her mouth this time. She squeezed first his right testicle and then his left. That was enough to send him over the edge. He bent forward as he fired into her mouth. Round after round splattered against the back of her throat. With some difficulty, she took all he could offer. He had almost as much cum as Jason did! When she began to lick him clean, Lila felt him pull him away. Miranda had jerked him off her body. She wanted to take his place. Straddling Lila's hips, she pulled the cowgirl's mouth to her needy sex, thrusting herself against the blonde's face. Miranda's fingers dug into her hair. The singer had been tender with her earlier. Now, with Blake here, she was a different woman. Lila was being used and she loved it. A mini orgasm ran through her as Miranda violently face-fucked her. Then the singer exploded, flooding her mouth with her sweet juices. * When Miranda rolled away in a sweaty heap of naked, bronzed flesh, Lila's eyes focused once again on Blake. He grinned as flopped down on his back. "Ready to fuck, slut?" Lila followed his movement, sliding a leg across his hard body. She pressed her pussy down on him, shuddering as his cock bumped against her swollen clit. She opened her legs wider, sliding her ass downwards to get into position and running her body along his. The head of his cock carved up along her oily furrow. Her soft moan was met with a growl from Ran, who eagerly slid across to join them. Wrapping one hand around Lila's breasts, the other circled Blake's cock and slowly, teasingly, she guided him inside her blonde lover. "God that looks hot, Lila," she groaned, her voice strained as she watched him slowly move in and out of the clutching pussy. "Do you like my boyfriends cock?" she asked, one of her hands drifting off Lila's tits and down between her legs. Lila's climax began to build. Despite her orgasms so far, another was upon her almost before she could catch her breath. She came hard, sent even higher by Miranda's stroking fingers as much as Blake's thick manhood. They shifted, twisting their sweaty, naked bodies on the couch until Blake was behind Lila and they'd manoeuvred the blonde's face into Miranda's sweet, young pussy. These two had clearly done this before! "Get that fucking whore's tongue to work," Blake grinned, beginning to pump into her again. The hot cowgirl was happy to oblige, tonguing all around the singer's sweet folds, occasionally teasing higher, kissing up her smooth mound to tug on the white gold clit ring. "Yes," Miranda growled. "Yes... Yes..." Lila's mind was on two things. Pleasuring the white-hot cunt in front of her and taking pleasure from the rough thrusts from the beast behind her. She knew only too well that while a big cock was always nice, it really did come down to how the guy used it. Blake knew how to use his. He was just big enough to hit all the proper places and he did so, again and again, fucking her hard so that in the end, her mouth was helplessly bouncing against Ran's pussy rather than her being able to deliberately pleasure the beauty. Miranda resolved the problem, twisting around and crawling beneath Lila, sixty-nining her while at the same time bringing her up-close and personal with her boyfriend's diving cock and swollen balls. She alternated her sucking between the two, driving the two lovers into a frenzy. Lila jammed her hips back against Blake. Faster and faster they fucked, licked, rammed, and cried. Harder and harder. Each fought off their own climaxes, working to push their partners over the edge first. It was Blake who succumbed to the two women, emptying his swollen balls for the third time that evening. Lila followed shortly behind, screaming into Miranda's sex as she felt the male singer firing inside her. Miraanda's muffled cries filtered out from under them as cum dripped from their union, coating her beautiful face in their combined juices. It was heaven. *** Lila collapsed forward. She'd just enough energy to roll onto her side. Ran crawled free, but kept her mouth on the blonde's freshly shaven pussy. She wasn't going to let a single drop of Blake's cum go to waste. Satisfied, she pushed herself back, leaning away from the cowgirl as she intertwining their legs. Lila gasped as their hot cunts came together, their slick, soft skin gliding and grinding into one another. Lila had done this with other girls before but it had never previously been this good. With Miranda taking the lead, this felt unbelievably hot. "Does our slut like that?" the blonde singer cutely asked, settling back on her arms as she fucked both herself and the hot cowgirl. Lila couldn't speak intelligibly. She closed her eyes and stroked back, feeling yet another orgasm build as Miranda's supple vagina played across her clit. When the singer added her fingers to the mix, she screamed aloud. It was a while before she recovered this time. When she came around, Miranda's lips were on her left tit and Blake's on her right. "Ready to fuck again?" Miranda's boyfriend asked. *** Lila stared out of the limousine window, reflecting on her time with Ran and Blake. It must have been around four in the morning before the couple had allowed her any sleep, and even then, Blake had woken her around seven to fuck her again. That man had stamina. Both singing stars had to leave early, but with their busy lives, that was only to be expected. How the hell did they keep going? Lila had the opportunity for a slightly longer lie-in, and after her shower and breakfast Ran had generously laid on the limo to take her home. The only stipulation was that she should stop at Earlene's nearby hotel, to deliver a small package to the hair stylist. In truth, Lila was just looking forward to getting home. She couldn't wait to tell Jason about her adventures and knew her husband would take her like a whore as she revealed the details to him. Despite her long night of fucking, she found herself moistening at the thought. For some reason, the hot cowgirl had dressed smart but sexy this morning. She'd decided against a bra under the red, button up blouse. Her grey, pleated skirt complimented it perfectly and the nude hold ups with their red, lacy tops always seemed to put her in the mood. So did her four-inch heels. Earlene would be impressed! Her hotel wasn't as grand as Ran and Blake's, but even so she'd been allocated a suite on the top floor. The country singers clearly thought a great deal of the hair stylist. "Hello, baby girl," the full-figured, black woman smiled as she opened the door to her suite. "Ran said you'd be dropping by." The cowgirl's jaw dropped a little. She'd thought the way the thirty-year-old woman's black cleavage had spilt forward between the open folds of her yellow blouse yesterday, was pretty sexy. But this morning she'd gone from sexy to HOT. Standing there in just the sheer, yellow silk gown, it was quite clear the thirty year old was naked underneath. The folds of the gown seemed to cling to every curve, and the woman had plenty. "Come on in," she smiled, stepping to one side. Lila glanced around the huge room. The sun was streaming in through the large window and falling across the large beige couch and table beside it. A bottle of champagne stood on the table, with two glasses to one side. Lila - Book 03 LILA: HOT, SEXY COWGIRL: BOOK 3 If you've read Books One and Two, you'll know the blonde haired Lila is quite a girl. She has a heart of gold. But it's not her heart that first draws your attention. One look from those blue, come-to-bed eyes is enough to make any man hard. Dressed in her cowboy boots, low-rise jeans, tight low cut tops, this hot, sexy, cowgirl will harden any man's cock. But then… you should also see her in a low cut blouse, short skirt, stockings, garter belt and heels… To get the full picture, you also have to realise Lila can drive semis, weld, work on most things, run equipment, work with cattle, hang with the boys, drink as long as most, go to the clothes line in her undies, and… she can fuck as good as any woman alive. I just love her! 1. Lila and Jason "Why?" Lila asked. "This isn't like you at all." She was lying back on her shoulders, her powerful legs wrapped around her husband. Jason was sitting up on his knees, drilling down into her tanned and sweaty body. He held her hips, thrusting harder as they disagreed over their new houseguest. "I said he could stay here for a few days," he gasped, reaching forward to squeeze her tits, twisting her swollen nipples until she cried out. "But I don't want you fucking him." The hot, sexy cowgirl thrust back upwards, seeking more friction. Her sculpted face was twisted in ecstasy. Even grunting, she was perfect. Eyes shut tight, teeth clenching, nostrils flaring. "He made my dream with Miranda come true," she gasped. God, she loved the raw, uninhibited way Jason fucked her. "Let me repay him." He shook his head, his hard cock sliding easily in and out of her magnificent, smooth cunt. She felt so good, so snug and warm. A perfect, velvet glove for his hard cock. "No. "" The little bastard can get his action elsewhere." This was so out of character for Jason. He fucked who he wanted, when he wanted. So did she. Usually that was with each other's agreement. Sex was something to be enjoyed. They had no jealousies between each other. But for some reason, her husband was being quite specific with Thomas. He'd reluctantly agreed to the eighteen-year-old staying at theirs for a few days. But he wasn't going to let her fuck him. Even just having the conversation seemed to get to Jason. Pulling out, he swung his wife's body round on the bed. As his cock rubbed across her ass, Lila realised it wasn't her cunt he was seeking this time. Her head craned round to look back at him. All thoughts of Thomas flew out of her mind as his cock found its way to its new destination. "Yessss, Jason," she hissed. "Fuck my ass, baby!" The sexy cowgirl's sweat-slicked body writhed on all fours as he yanked her ass upwards, probing at first and then squeezing inside her tight asshole. God, she so loved anal sex. This time, he was rough. Rougher than usual. As if he was wanting to punish her for bringing up the subject of her young guest. "Fucking slut," he groaned, drilling down. "Take my fucking cock, you slut. I'm gonna dump inside you big time, you bitch." She loved his dirty talk. It was an aphrodisiac. The dirtier the better. The rougher the better. "Fuck me, Jason! Fuck, me, baby!" she cried, craning her neck to look back at him again. Her blonde hair clung to her damp brow. Her lustfuelled eyes were wild. With each plunge into her peachlike ass, she could feel his swollen balls bounce across her plump labial lips. She buried her face in the bed sheets as she came. Then she was cumming again, shrieking out as he pummelled her as hard as he'd ever fucked. He was treating her like the slut she wanted to be. When Jason's eyes clouded and he yelled out his climax, it wasn't Jason's cock inside her ass that she thought of. It was Thomas's. 2. The Airplane Jason's words rang around Lila's ears, as she sat next to Thomas on the airplane. By coincidence, she'd been away in Chicago on business, allowing her to meet the teenager there and fly to Madison with him. Right then, in the darkness of the airplane, Jason's instructions were weighing heavily on her mind. No fucking! But she was as horny as hell! Wearing such a short skirt hadn't been the most sensible decision. Why the hell had she done that? She knew the answer. She was aroused at the thought of seeing her young admirer again. Aroused because she knew how desperate he was to fuck her. Aroused because she owed him for her time with Ran. Aroused because he was going to be staying at her house. The sexy short skirt would be a turn on for him. She wanted that. Wanted the young kid to have a constant hard-on thinking of her. Okay, Jason wouldn't let her fuck him. But a little teasing couldn't do any harm, could it? The problem was that she'd been teasing him ever since they'd met earlier that day, and now she was turned on too. She'd pretended to fall asleep in her airplane seat, but that had only made things worse. The horny, little fucker had reached across and was touching her softly with the tips of his fingers, tracing little circles along her stockinged thighs in the grey darkness of the plane. She shivered as his hand reached the lacy top. God, she'd just have to fuck his brains out if he didn't stop. He'd spread his fingers out, caressing her with his entire hand. Up and down her lacy, stockinged leg, his head inches from hers as she kept her eyes tightly closed. She could feel his breath on her cheeks. If she was asleep, then she couldn't stop him, could she? But with each stroke from his soft fingertips, it was becoming more difficult to keep up the pretence. The cowgirl's glossy lips parted in a soft gasp. No fucking! Jason's words crashed around her mind again. God, if she didn't stop his wandering hand, she'd be unable to prevent herself pulling out his cock there and then and devouring it in front of everyone. She had to stop this. Now! "I need the bathroom," the beautiful blonde gasped out, unbuckling the seat belt as she rushed up from her seat. In seconds, she'd unsteadily walked along the dark corridor between the two rows of seats and disappeared into the sanctuary of the tiny area. Get a grip, girl, she told herself. Maybe if she made herself cum, that would take the edge off her need? Maybe? But possibly she should just wait until she got home? Jason had no idea how much she was going to fuck his brains out tonight. He was in for a real treat. The cold water the blonde cowgirl splashed on her face settled her down. That was better. There couldn't be much more than half an hour of the flight remaining. Find something to talk to Thomas about. Keep his mind occupied. And hers. That would do it. Two deep breaths cemented the feeling. Yes! Talk to him and push sex to the back of her mind. Lila opened the toilet door feeling much calmer. Then she saw the little fucker outside, waiting for her. What the hell… He pushed her back inside, swinging her around so that she faced away from him. Her arms went out against the facing wall to steady herself just as his slipped around her tiny waist. His slithering hands rose to cup her thinly covered tits, even as he ground his denim covered cock into her ass. "Thomas," she gasped, loving the way he roughly kneaded her 36D's. If she was aroused before, she was now at fever pitch. But she had to think about Jason! "No, Thomas…" Her words were pointless. He didn't believe them. Neither did she. Somehow his hands were under her top, sliding up her bare stomach, ripping the cups of her black bra upwards and grabbing her naked tits. Her nipples were hard to his rough touch. He possessed her swells, squeezing them together, tight and high. The sexy cowgirl moaned in appreciation. She just couldn't help herself. Nor could she help pushing her ass back into his thrusting groin. If he kept that up, she'd be cumming soon. Then his hands left her tits and she heard the sound of a zip being lowered and his belt being unfastened. She shivered again. "No, Thomas. We can't!" Despite her words, she found her hand reaching behind her to find his erection. It was swollen and ready for her. She squeezed his cock hard through his jeans. God, she wanted this kid. With an almost superhuman effort, she pulled her hand away as she recalled Jason's words. No fucking, he'd told her. No fucking. Shit! But her actions had only inflamed the teenager further. He yanked his denim jeans to his knees and rubbed his throbbing manhood along her wet thong. Oh fuck! One of his hands returned to cup her tits, the other slid down the front of her thong. God, she was so wet. Looking down, she watched as his knuckles moved beneath the lacy material, curling under. She gasped, biting her lip as one, two and – god – three fingers slid inside. His digits fucked her hard, his free arm holding her body as she came, shuddering and trembling on his invading soldiers. When she began to recover, he withdrew his fingers, glistening with her juices. Slowly, he brought them to her mouth. She sucked them one at a time, like she was sucking his cock, loving the lewdness of her actions, the taste of her own juices. Then his hands were moving again, sliding to her thong, hooking his thumbs into the material and pulling it over the gentle curve of her hips and down over her thighs. He paused, as if unsure whether to go further. It was a delicious pause, increasing her arousal. Then, with a fierce jerk, he violently ripped it from her body. Oh fuck… "No, Thomas," the hot cowgirl tried again, not meaning a word of it but trying to stay faithful to her husband's instructions. "Please… no!" He took no notice, pushing his cock back against her slippery folds again, rubbing along her wetness. He made no attempt to enter her. Just to stimulate her. And he was doing a fucking good job! Lila couldn't help herself, hiking her left leg up onto the toilet seat and pushing back. It was all the encouragement he needed. The young teenager bent at the knees and pushed his cock against her soft opening. Thrusting forward, he grunted as he drove his hard, teenage manhood inside her. Everything was wet and sticky. Everything was desperate. The stillness of the toilet enhanced the moment as he began to fuck her, fuck her hard. She pumped back – the two of them transformed into two animals rutting against the toilet wall. Lila looked over her shoulder, a couple strands of her blonde hair catching in her lip-gloss as her mouth fell open. For some reason, she continued with her words. Even as she thrust back, she was telling him, "No, Thomas, No!" But her wanton eyes, and thrusting ass, said something different. "No, Thomas," she repeated; only this time the sexy cowgirl used the words to further inflame them. "No, you can't fuck Lila!" Her lips parted, her pupils shifted focus from one eye to the other, searching his face. Enjoying the utter ecstasy in his young eyes. He groaned and fucked harder, his hands clutching her hips to steady himself as he pounded for all he was worth. Then his hands moved, sliding up onto her tits again. He kneaded them hard, violently, adjusting position to fuck her harder. God, the whole plane must know what they were doing! They were beyond caring. He drilled into her furiously, so hard that his balls bounced of her ass. The feeling of his veiny cock as it slid in and out of her pussy was just too much. For a few seconds she closed her eyes and let yet another orgasm wash through her perfect body. "Tell me when you're close," her strained voice ordered. His reply was immediate. "Fuck, Lila, I'm close!" Her mind raced. Maybe if he didn't cum inside her, then she was still being faithful to Jason's words? "When?" she urgently whispered. He felt his balls begin to tighten. Lila detected it, too. "Nowwwww…" Immediately, the beautiful blonde thrust backwards. Hard. Her actions pushed him out of her. Even as he desperately attempted to jam himself back inside, she'd swung around and fallen to her knees. Her mouth engulfed him just in time to catch the first blast of cum. Her frantic fingers stroked his balls as he came, milking him as she sucked out and eagerly swallowed every drop he had to offer. They hadn't fucked, she told herself. Just a little foreplay before she sucked him off. That was fine. Jason would be okay with that. When Thomas's cock twitched again in her hand, her mouth covered him again. Mmmm – there was more! 3. That Night Lila led the way into her and Jason's house. Thomas followed close behind. The invisible tractor beam of the sexy cowgirl's peach like ass pulled him along. He couldn't take his eyes off the denim-encased globes of perfection. The blonde beauty showed him to his room. "I hope this is okay with you?" she smiled. "We kinda use it for storage as well. But it's a nice bed, and the TV works." The teenager glanced around. "Nice bed?" Lila laughed. "Oh, yes, you horny little fucker. And I know what you're thinking! Well - your mind can imagine you sticking your meat inside me and fucking me on that bed – but that's all!" Standing by the door, the temptress she arched her back and deliberately thrust her wonderful breasts forward. She could almost see the teenager drooling. "Hey, I've seen that look before, you horny little fucker," she laughed. "What did I say? Remember, no fucking! What we did on the airplane is NOT to be repeated…" The way his shoulders drooped sent a surge of affection through the warm-hearted cowgirl. "But dinner is a given," she laughed, cupping her tits. "Chicken breasts. Though not as succulent as these." She left him with a teasing laugh. Immediately, Thomas rubbed his cock to relieve the ache. Did that woman know the effect she had on him? Fuck – Lila knew the effect of everything she did! Memories of their encounter mid-air forced themselves to the front of his mind. His cock lengthened further. Geez! With a deep breath, he pulled his hand away. There'd be time enough for that later. *** Over dinner, Thomas chatted freely with both Lila and her husband. He was surprised how much he liked Jason. He was a good guy. Even if the bastard wouldn't allow the teenager to fuck his wife! It felt good to fill them in on his background. Conversation flowed easily. But throughout, he couldn't keep his eyes from straying across the table to Lila's tight t-shirt. Her wonderfully full breasts were snuggled together, tied loosely in the confines of the shirt. The image of her standing against his bedroom door, cupping them, returned to his mind. For a second, he shook his head, attempting to erase it but immediately drawing the image back in again. His cock began to ache. It seemed that Lila smiled at him at every opportunity. As if she knew what he was thinking. Her gaze seemed to tell him it was okay to look. But that was all… Late at night, he showered and went to bed. The sheets felt soft and smooth on his body. He loved the feeling of cool sheets against his nakedness. Just that sensation often gave him an erection. But tonight, he needed no artificial stimulation. His cock was rock hard. His mind was filled with images of his wet dream. If he closed his eyes, he could see her face. He could see her magnificent tits. He could see her sweet, rounded ass. And to go along with the images, there was the aroma of that sweet perfume. He thought of their airplane encounter. It sent a tingle to his loins. It seemed like his cock had been hard since he'd arrived. Fuck – if it wasn't for Jason! *** Thomas must have been sleeping for a couple of hours. The heat of the night was unusual for him. Despite his nakedness, he'd decided to lie on top of the sheets to gain some comfort. Maybe that hadn't been such a good idea? Now that he was awake, he found images filling his mind again. God, that woman made him horny. Flicking on the bedside lamp, he glanced around the room. Maybe he should watch television - that might take his mind off the cowgirl. He knew only too well what the feeling in his balls was telling him. If you want to sleep, you'd better masturbate! Oh, fuck! He idly pulled open the top drawer of the dresser. Then the next. Nothing. Without hope, he opened the bottom drawer. Bingo! There was some old lingerie lying there. Lila's lingerie! Picking up a pair of panties, he raised it to his nose. Damn. He'd hoped to find her smell. His hands picked up one item then another… wait a moment! What he saw made his cock rear upwards. He thought he was rock hard before. Now, he was like an iron rod. It wasn't the lingerie that held his attention. It was the photographs. Hidden beneath them. The teenager emptied everything onto the bed, picking up one photo after the next. Fuuuuuck! The blonde temptress appeared in them all. In lingerie. Naked. Bound. And best of all, some were of her being fucked. If nothing else, they'd be a wonderful souvenir of his visit. The entire contents would be returning with him. He wanted these! He picked up the panties and began to rub them up and down his ramrod stiff hardness. He might not be able to fuck the cowgirl. But he was going to cum in her panties while he savoured the photos. His eyes closed. He could see his throbbing meat. Lila's naked cunt. He could visualise pushing inside her. His hand stroked the panties faster. His precum was already wetting them The soft noise outside his door startled him. Oh, fuck! He just had time to pull his hand away and flick off the light switch. The soft light invaded the room through the small crack, as the door pushed open. It was Lila! Maybe Jason had said she could fuck him after all? The creamy light was behind her. It lightly fell on the bed. He knew she'd be able to see his nakedness. Could she see the photos too? The sight of her banished the worry into the back of his mind. The stunning blonde's black nightdress was almost transparent. His eyes feasted on her wonderfully naked body. Her full, thrusting breasts. That flat, washboard stomach. The silky smooth mound between her shapely thighs. Fuck - she was sex on legs! He knew his half open eyes were hooded enough to appear he was asleep. He intended to stay that way for a while. Maybe she'd just go and then he'd hide the photos in his bag. For a few seconds, she just watched him. To his embarrassment, his cock remained as hard as ever. The door moved slowly and silently, as if on its own. It wasn't closing! It was half open now. He risked opening his eyes a little further. Lila was no more than a few feet away. He could see her clearly. Her soft blue eyes were locked on the photos. Then they flickered to his groin. He was pretty sure Lila thought he was asleep. His eyes ran to her wonderful breasts. They were heaving as she caught her breath. Thomas couldn't move. Except, he was moving. Or at least his cock was. He wanted to close his eyes to halt the progress of his growing hardness, but knew nothing would help. He had no choice but to move it before it became painful. The teenager stretched a little, slowly running his hand down his stomach. His fingers crept across his lower abdomen to his left hipbone, just above the engorged shaft. His balls surged inside their soft, smooth sack and the tingling sensation flew upwards through his penis. All the way to his cockhead. He shifted slightly, as he imagined someone would do in their sleep. Try to keep up his pretence, he told himself. She might not see that he'd found the photographs. Dropping his hand, he cupped his balls. They were taut from excitement. His fingers returned to the same, smooth, stroking movements he'd begun earlier. Lila - Book 03 Almost immediately, a bead of precum oozed from the tip. Then a second. He rubbed it into his shaft. The thought of wanking in front of Lila was bringing him to orgasm almost even before he'd started. The light dimmed and the teenager realised she'd pushed the door closed. Behind her. He could see the sexy cowgirl's silhouette in the near darkness. She was heading towards the bed. "You horny little fucker," she muttered, her hand pushing his away from his cock as she knelt by the bed. "Pretending to be asleep? You think I couldn't see you looking at me? You think I don't know you've been looking at my photographs?" With a soft laugh, the hot blonde's hand replaced his on his shaft. "Which did you like best. Me being fucked. Tied up? Or giving a blowjob? Like this…" Her mouth descended even as she spoke. Thomas let out a long, low groan at the feel of that wet, hot, mouth. "Oh, Goddddddddddddddd……..." His hands gripped the sexy cowgirl's blonde hair. His fingers wrapped in her silken locks. Lila deep throated him in one go. Fuuuuuuuuuuuck! As his cock hit the back of her throat, his grip tightened in her hair. Her teasing blue eyes stared upwards. Sparkling. Grinning. The teenager could see them taunt him, even in the semi dark. "Lila…" he groaned. Sliding him from her mouth, she grinned. "Too hot for you, Thomas? You gotta last longer than this, you little fucker." His hands tried to drag her head away. "Let me fuck you." His voice was a pleading moan. "Pleeeeaaaase…" "No fucking," she snapped, her amused eyes still teasing his. Her mouth covered him again. Her lips devoured his cockhead. Her tongue slid around and down the shaft. The teenager was in sexual heaven. His hips rose from the bed. Despite himself, he was spiralling towards his climax. All too quickly. Lila felt it, too. "Lila's mouth too much for you?" she teased, slurping off his cock. "Come on, baby. Let me have that cum!" Thomas shook his head. His face contorted. His eyes scrunched up. His mouth clenched. Lila's laughing eyes stayed on his face. The horny little fucker could try as hard as he wanted. No man could hold out against her mouth when she was in full flow. She licked down and onto his balls, sucking each in turn, swallowing them whole. His body jerked. His hands grabbed a handful of her hair. His hips rose further from the sheets. "Liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiila…" When she wickedly slipped a finger into the youngster's ass, he detonated. His young body jerked upwards as he fired into her mouth. She took it all, just as she had on the airplane. God, she so loved cum! One hand held the base of his cock. The other gently squeezed his balls. The teenager fired shot after shot into the sucking mouth. Deep into her throat. Fuck! That tasted sooooo good! 4. Thomas watches Thomas spent the next couple of days with Jason. He enjoyed himself. Enjoyed the older man's company. But it wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to spend some time with Lila. The sexy cowgirl had him continually horny. And she knew it. She took every opportunity to tease him, always whispering the one thing whenever he reached for her. "No Fucking!" Pouring a glass of water to take with him to bed, he shook his head. Hard. If this was a sexual dream, he couldn't work out if it was a wonderful fantasy or his worst nightmare. Then the hot blonde walked into the kitchen. She was naked. "Oh-My-God!" the teenager moaned, his dark eyes appreciatively wide. Her raised hand stopped him when he took a step towards her. "No way, you horny little fucker. Stay there!" He stood still. His eyes slowly ran down her athletic body. God, she was in good shape. Every part of her was toned. Her smooth cunt was perfection itself. And those jutting tits were just begging to be sucked. Lila waited until his glance returned to her blue eyes. "You like?" Thomas could hardly speak. "Lila…" It was more of a gasp, than a word. "I know, honey," she sympathetically said, twirling around to show him her perfect ass. "Just think what we'd be up to if it wasn't for Jason…" The teenager took another step towards her, but the sexy blonde stepped backwards towards the door. "Uh-uh. No can do." "Lila…" His eyes were pleading. His voice was pleading. His cock was pleading. She shook her head. But knew how much she was going to enjoy giving in. The little bastard didn't know it. But Jason or no Jason, she was going to fuck the teenager's brains out before his visit was over. Until then, she'd tease him mercilessly. The situation was a huge turn-on for her. Knowing the teenager wanted to fuck her. Knowing she wanted to fuck him. Knowing they couldn't. Not yet, anyway. Jason had never been jealous before. Somehow that was a turn-on, too. An idea occurred to her. "I'll leave my bedroom door open," she whispered, turning and heading out of the door. Her head glanced back over her shoulder. "I want to see you cum, Thomas, while you watch Jason fuck me. Don't disappoint me…" *** Lila had deliberately kept the small bedside light on, in anticipation of Thomas finding his way to the crack in her slightly open bedroom door. By leaving it ajar, she knew he'd have a perfect viewing position. But where the hell was he. Lying on her back, Jason had pounded her for half an hour. Throughout, the sexy cowgirl had kept one eye on the shadows around the door. When the changing shadows eventually announced the horny little teenager's presence, she'd already experienced one orgasm. And was spiralling towards another. Thomas had tried to resist. This was too much for him. Tease and denial. Every part of his young body was on edge. But he couldn't resist. The sight awaiting him might just be the most erotic of his young life. Lila being fucked. The photos he'd seen had been a hell of a turn-on. But this would be the real thing. As Jason's cock drilled down into her buttery opening, Lila's moans hit the walls of the bedroom. It wasn't just the friction. It was the fact that at long last, she had an audience. An audience that wanted to fuck her, too. But couldn't. Her arousal shot up a couple of notches. "Fuck me!" she cried beneath her husband, her head staring at the door. Her ass lifted from the sheets. Jason's body dripped with sweat. She felt so fucking alive. He clutched her hips harder and obliged. "Want to be fucked, you slut?" he snarled. "I'll fuck you…" The sexy blonde's tight body was balanced on her shoulders. Her legs stretched out above her, wrapped them around her husband's slender hips. Throughout, she made sure she had a clear sight of the door. "God, yes, Jason," she growled. "Pound me. Don't dare stop you bastard." Jason was semi-crouched above her, using his body weight to angle his cock again and again into her smooth perfection. "Fucking slut," he kept repeating. "You're my fucking slut…" Lila could tell from his eyes that he was close. She was close, too. She could feel it in the walls of her cunt as they rippled around his member. "FUCK! You fucking slut…" he cried as she unexpectedly rolled from under him. She had to buy some time before Jason unloaded himself inside her. She wanted to see the teenager cum, before Jason got there. "Come here, you bastard!" she whined, her hands pushing him backwards. As her athletic body straddled his, her groan turned into a grateful sigh as she slotted him back inside her. Her eyes went to the door. Any chance of Jason seeing Thomas was now removed. The teenager edged a little into the open, giving himself a clearer view. "Mmm, do you like this?" the cowgirl asked, staring at him. Then she smiled. A slow, calculating smile. "Yeah, you fucking slut," Jason responded from beneath her. The glint in her eyes as she looked across at the teenager, told Thomas she hadn't been talking to her husband. The cowgirl began to move faster, her sinewy body dancing a fast dance in Jason's lap. She wanted to put on a show for the watching teenager. Easing her upper half back, her hands went behind her neck. The movement thrust her breasts forward, allowing them to bounce and dance in front of Thomas's eyes. "Like my tits, baby?" Lila asked in a rasping voice. Her eyes stayed on the figure by the door. "Love your fucking tits," her husband growled. His hands gripped her thighs, helping him thrust upwards. Lila knew the signs. He was starting to approach his climax again. Time for action. "I really like that you stroke yourself thinking about me..." The words made no sense to anyone but the teenager. "I like to imagine you masturbating to thoughts of me. It just turns me on so much to know you can't help it. That you want me so much. That you always jerk off thinking about me..." Her undulating body slowed slightly. She didn't want Jason to cum until the teenager was primed. "I- I love being able to see your cock," she breathed. At last, Thomas understood her meaning. He took a step to the side, his hands unzipping his jeans and dragging his cock through his boxers. It was hard. Ramrod stiff. Time for more instruction. "I want you to cum for me..." she purred. "I'm going to cum, you fucking cum dumpster," her husband replied. Lila smiled, her eyes on Thomas. The teenager began to jerk himself. "That's good, baby!" she continued. "Watch Lila getting fucked. A big, thick cock inside her. Think how that feels. Want it, honey. Want me bad. Then cum for Lila." "Huh?" Jason wasn't quite following the conversation. But then he didn't care. All he wanted was to dump his load inside his young wife. He thrust harder. Thomas jerked harder. Lila knew that neither could last much longer. Her hips went into overdrive. Her tits bounced an exotic dance. "Yeah! Do it! Cum you little fucker. Cum for Lila!" "I'm goin' to, you fucking whore," Jason snarled, his body trembling as his sperm prepared to fire inside her. "Now! Now…" "Fuck! Gotta do it now," she warned the teenager. "Come on! Now! Cum! Don't hold back!" Lila's desperation to see him explode was too much for the teenager. The first huge stream spurted from him, onto the carpet. He didn't care. Neither did the cowgirl. Her eyes were wide. Her mouth fell half open. With one hand pulling furiously at the base, Thomas attempted to catch the ropes of cum shooting from his pulsating cock. "No!" Lila wanted to see his creamy spurts. They burst from him. High into the air, landing and staining the carpet. His body was doubled. His legs shaky. The cowgirl screamed out. She watched the fountain of cum exploded from the teenager. She felt the bursts of cum detonating from her husband. She was cumming too. Did life get any better? 5. The Massage Thomas slept in the next day. It wasn't that he'd been that busy around the place. Other than wanking. Lila was on his mind every minute of every day. After their encounter on the airplane, her blowjob in his bedroom, watching her fuck Jason, his hormones were running at dangerous levels. Jason had gone off to work that morning, as usual. So had Lila. What he didn't expect was for the blonde beauty to return at lunchtime. "I'm bushed," she told him, flopping down in one of the chairs. "Tough day?" "Yes, really busy. And I'm aching all over." That teasing smile of hers covered her face. "Either I'm coming down with something. Or Jason and I overdid it last night." Thomas grunted. "The two of you have been overdoing it every night, if the noises are anything to go by." The sexy cowgirl laughed. "Poor baby! Still a horny little fucker, eh?" The teenager pulled a face. "What do you expect? Listening to the two of you fucking every night. Watching you last night! God, Lila – can't I fuck you? Please? Just once." Her face turned wistful. "You really want to fuck me?" He was on his feet in a second. "Yeah…" The teasing temptress shook her head. "Thomas, I'd like that, too. I get so hot thinking about it. But Jason's said no. I asked him again this morning. He just has this thing about you. He won't let me." "Fuck, Jason!" Lila laughed. "I do. Every night. I thought that's what was driving you crazy?" The sulky teenager pulled a face. "Another blowjob then?" he eagerly asked, his hands going to his belt. The hot blonde laughed a second time. "I'm not sure that's such a good idea either. Maybe we should just keep our distance until you leave?" She'd have the little fucker begging for it before she gave in. She eased up from the chair. "Geez, I'm aching. I'm going to have a shower." An idea filtered through his head. "Tell you what, Lila. I give great massages. It sounds like that's exactly what you need. Tell me when you've showered. I'll treat you to one." The cowgirl put her hands on her hips. "Oh, yes. Another lame attempt to get inside Lila's pussy." Thomas shook his head. "No. I promise. I'll not try to. But maybe the massage will ease your aches. And will help my tension, too?" "I'm not too sure…" She was. The thought was delicious. But let's string him along a little further. "Look," the teenager persuasively responded. "You asked me to masturbate for you last night and I did." Lila grinned. "And don't say you didn't enjoy it, you horny little fucker." "It was the sexiest experience of my life so far," he almost whimpered, his eyes wide. "Please… please let me give you a massage…" The blonde beauty raised an eyebrow. Time to pretend she was reluctantly giving in. "You promise to leave Lila's pussy alone?" He nodded. There was no option other than to agree. "Okay," she agreed. "You can massage me on my bed… no, make that your bed. I don't want Jason to know what we've been up to. I'll shout for you when I'm ready." *** Her body Thomas's eyes ran down the contours of Lila's naked body as she lay on the bed. The tanned back, the perfectly rounded buttocks. She really was astonishingly sexy. The cowgirl smiled at him over her shoulder. "You like?" "Fuck! Are you kidding?" It looked as if his tongue was about to drop out of his mouth. "But turn over. I'll do the front first." The sexy blonde frowned. "I think…" The teenager cut her off with a spank of her delicious ass. "Who's the masseuse here? Turn over." Reluctantly it seemed, she turned onto her back. His eyes homed in on those simple gorgeous 36D's. They defied gravity as she swung around. "Can't take your eyes off my 'girls' can you?" she teased. Thomas just smiled. His eyes said it all. Pouring oil onto his hands, he gently worked them against each other. The mattress bounced a little as he flopped on the bed beside her. Despite herself, Lila couldn't help but moan appreciatively. His slippery hands enveloping her velvet-smooth breasts felt wonderful. "I… see… you like to do… more than look," she gasped, stringing out the words. The teenager simply arched an eyebrow as he stroked and squeezed her supple flesh. One hand left her for a moment, streaming more oil over her rapidly lengthening nipples. Her sparkling blue eyes slowly glazed with pleasure as the teenager expertly manipulated her beauties. If he kept this up, she'd be begging him to fuck her. It was probably what the little fucker had in mind. "Thomas," she muttered, her eyes indicating her dilemma. She had to regain the upper ground. "Promise me, you won't try to fuck me." Reluctantly, the teenager nodded. His disappointment was written all over his face. She gave him one of her sweet smiles. It told him she'd take him at his word. With a sigh, she settled back to enjoy those hands. Suddenly, he was lying beside her. She'd only closed her eyes for a second. As his pleasuring hands worked her slippery breasts, he slid his thigh between her legs. "Thomas!" she warned. "I promised you," he mumbled. "Your pussy is safe with me. Gotta love those tits though…" Her eyes narrowed. "Mmmmm…" "How does that feel," he asked, pulling on her nipples. "Fucking fabulous," the sexy woman moaned, inadvertently beginning to rotate her curvy hips against the leg between her thighs. She tried not to. Show some restraint! But she couldn't stop herself. The pleasure radiating from her gleaming breasts and now exposed clitoris saw to that. The friction of his thigh on her clit was delicious. She was going to cum… The speed of her back and forth rotations increased. Her mouth fell open. She whimpered helplessly. Her body arched. Breath left her in a shivering gasp. The orgasm that swept through her shuddering body was almost suffocating. *** "That was good?" Thomas asked as the sexy cowgirl came down from her climax. "God, yes, Thomas," she gasped. "I needed that." His gleaming eyes watched her hips rise from the bed, following his leg as it moved from between her thighs. With one final caress of her slippery breasts, he straddled her. "Thomas!" Her sharp voice said no. Her eyes said yes. "I gave you my word," he muttered, shuffling his athletic body so that his buttocks rested lightly on her washboard stomach. His intentions were instantly clear. The cowgirl felt the thrill all the way down to her toes. "My turn," he whispered. "I need relief, too." Lila's eyes were wild. "Thomas… you can't! Not titfuck Lila!" Even as she pretended resistance, the temptress was adjusting herself to help him nestle his young erection into her slippery cleavage. He pushed her firm breasts together, enveloping his hardness. "Oh-My-God!" she gasped. Her whimper of excitement was genuine. The little so-and-so had her where he wanted. He grunted as he slid his erection between her breasts. Lila could feel his balls resting against the undersides of her near perfect swells. He was even more aroused by the way she so readily accepted the position. She could see it in his eyes. Lowering her head, her tongue flicked out at his cockhead as it emerged from her shining globes. The teenager moaned at her actions. Panting slightly, he began to gently thrust back and forth. Fuck, that felt so good between her tits. Her eyes stayed on his, ogling his aroused face as he unhurriedly fucked her tits. Each time it reappeared, the glistening tip of his cock made an erotic contrast to the flawless tan of her glistening cleavage. "Like that, you horny little bastard," she moaned, her voice thick with arousal. "So good, Lila," he responded. His voice was a gasp. His hands stroked and squeezed her slippery tits. It was clear her ready acceptance, the sexy contortions of her face, and her quickening breaths were beginning to take him towards the end of his journey. The inexperienced teenager began to pant more loudly as he thrust faster. God, his cock felt sensational between her girls. Her bullet-hard nipples pushed into his palms. The closer the little bastard got, the more he panted. The quicker he thrust. The tighter he squeezed her swells. He began to plunge faster. When her hands reached up to cover his, he whimpered. It was as if he thought she was about to stop him. She wasn't. The sexy cowgirl tightened his grip on her tits, urging him on. He followed her gaze as she raised her head to watch his efforts. They both stared – hypnotised - as his erection relentlessly plunged between her fabulous, shining breasts It seemed as if the teenager was trying to hold back. His dreamy eyes looked down into hers, seeking help. He found none. "Cum, Thomas," she growled. "Cum for Lila…" Her words pushed him over the edge. The first long rope of semen shot over her slim shoulder, landing deliciously in her thick, blonde hair. His second burst hit the same spot. The third landed underneath her chin. "Fuck, yesssss, Thomas!" Lila - Book 03 He panted his pleasure; continuing to fire over her beautiful neck and chest in long, warm rhythmic jets. She grunted with every burst. It seemed the teenager's deep orgasm would never stop. Eventually, his body stopped jerking. His hands released her aching breasts. "Want me to rub it in?" she sexily asked. For a second, Thomas just stared at her. It was as if he was attempting to comprehend her words. With a smile, her hands went to the creamy boyjuice, gently caressing it into her supple breasts, across her chest and up to her shoulders. The teenager gasped, his eyes wild, lustful, abandoned. When she raised her hands to her mouth and slipped one cum covered finger after another between her sensuous lips, she felt him begin to harden again. She needed more… *** "You really are a horny little fucker," she told him. "But a sexy one at that." The bashful look he gave made her smile. "And we didn't break your promise to Jason…" She smiled. "No, Thomas. We didn't. But I don't want to hear your voice, honey. I need to see if your tongue is just as talented as that cock…" Her hands pushed on the teenager's shoulders and he eagerly took his cue, slithering down her body. His tongue drew little patterns around her bejewelled belly button, before continuing its downward journey. "That's it you little bastard!" she exclaimed, her body undulating against his. Let's see how good he was at oral. Her body jerked when he reached her slippery clitoris. The tip of his tongue ran lightly along the full length of the hard bud. She jerked again when he began to flick its hypersensitive tip from side to side. "Oh, fuck! "God! He was better than she expected. The horny little fucker knew how to arouse her! He slipped a searching finger inside her, then another. Within seconds, he'd found her G-spot. Lila moaned again. She couldn't stop herself. Didn't want to stop herself. Her hips began to pump upwards, establishing a wonderfully rhythmic motion against his pleasuring mouth and fingers. "Yessss!" As his tongue dug deeper, the blonde slipped a leg across each of his shoulders, her feet pulling him more tightly into her. Her head rolled onto her semen-coated shoulder and her tongue flicked across her parched lips. The little bastard was so close to making her lose control. She needed her orgasm… "Make me cum, Thomas," she begged. Her hands dropped to his head, digging into his hair. "Hurry up you little fucker - I need to cum again." His animal like growl indicated he relished the control he had over her. She loved that feeling, too. She gave more of a howl than a cry when the teenager flicked his tongue over her crimson clit once more. Her eyes rolled upwards. Her pupils dilated into huge dark saucers. Her body humped up at his face. Her moans turned into a growl. Her hips lifted off the bed. Her fingers left his hair to grip handfuls of the sheets. The cowgirl felt herself begin to spiral inexorably upwards. "Yes… Yes…" Then the horny little bastard had taken her past the point of no return. His fingers tormented her sweet bump once more, his mouth lathered her clit one final time. The little fucker was playing her like a violin. Lila's modelesque body convulsed as her orgasm took her. Her back arched clear of the mattress. A soft wail escaped from her lips. Her hot love juices gushed - swamping the teenager's hands and chin. Her hands went back to his hair, clamping his head back into her. "That's it, lick that syrup," she told him, gratifyingly feeling his tongue and lips hoovering up her sticky wetness. He deserved a reward… *** "Do you still want to fuck me, Thomas?" the still heavily aroused cowgirl asked. His heart stopped her words. "But… you said… Jason said..." She swung around onto her stomaching, pushing her peach like buttocks upwards. "He didn't say anything about my ass…" The teenager gave a loud gasp. "I've… I've never…" "Well, it's about time you did." Lila's voice was an aroused sexual snarl. He'd do what he was told. "Pour some of that oil between my asscheeks." His hesitation lasted only a nano second. The fingers of one hand dropped between her gorgeous cheeks. Ran over her puckered anus. Oh, fuck! Then he was picking up the bottle of oil again, pouring some directly onto the soft exit just as instructed. "Yessss!" she thickly growled, her ass lifting from the bedsheets. The teenager oiled her rosebud, then ran his fingers all the way to her vulva, getting into the moment. It brought a murmur of pleasure from his captive. "Yes, like that…" He slid a finger effortlessly into her pussy, working it around her clit and G-spot. "Oh, fuck, Thomas…" "Is that good?" he asked, as if seeking reassurance. But the little fucker wasn't acting as if he needed any. His fingertip traced back upwards between her buttocks to stroke her soft anus. Gently, he circled the rim. When the cowgirl pushed her peach like cheeks upwards, he pushed down. Lila moaned. "Oh, fuck!" The finger slipping inside felt fabulous. "Another!" she urged, then grunted again as the teenager slipped a second fingertip into her. He allowed the cowgirl to get used to his invading digits. Allowed them to get used to her. His movements were gentle, slow, teasing. Just the way she liked. "Yessss," she moaned as the little bastard began to fuck her ass with his fingers. She thrust upwards, her hips fucking back. They kept the rhythm up for some time. "Now," the sexy woman eventually gasped. "Fuck me Thomas." "But…" "No fucking buts…" she almost screamed. "Get that cock in my ass." Her sensuous lips quivered as the teenager did as he was told. Manoeuvring into position, she felt the unmistakeable bluntness of his young penis nestle between her cleft. Lila squeezed her eyes tightly shut as the tip nosed inside her. "Fuck! Yessssss…." Holding still for a moment, he slid his hand over her curvy hips and gently drew her onto him. With excruciating slowness, he pushed inside. "Stop," she told him, savouring the moment of the young cock being buried all the way into her. "Slowly…" After a few seconds he drew his hips back. When his cock was almost out of her, he slid easily back into the cowgirl, filling her completely again. They both gasped at the sensation of his inward stroke. "This okay?" he asked, still unsure of himself. "Fuck, yes, Thomas. Like that…" He grunted as she pushed her ass upwards. Taking her lead, he began to thrust back and forth, his hands tightly controlling her undulating hips. Oh, God… "You're sure you haven't done this before," the blonde beauty gasped. "Never," came his grunted reply. It was a completely new position for him, if not for the sexy woman. But he was happy – at last he was inside her at last, albeit not quite as he'd imagined. "A little harder, you horny fucker," she muttered, pushing upwards again. He gasped with excitement as Lila's body moved back on him. Encouraged, he thrust deeper inside Lila's flawless body. Her grunt of pleasure drove him on, gently accelerating his rhythm until soon he was plunging sweetly back and forth. "Yesssss. Like that…" Her fabulous body began to shudder at the faster tempo, her fingers clutching at the soft pillow. She found herself beginning to pant softly with arousal. She could feel her nipples swelling. "Yes, Thomas. Yessss!" He whimpered with mounting excitement. Her excitement was an aphrodisiac for him. The fact he was fucking his wet dream enhanced that arousal. He moaned with delight, wanting to prolong the feeling for as long as he could. Lila's pretty head turned one side of the pillow, then the other. Her silken blonde hair bounced on her shoulders. Her ass was thrusting up in time with his thrusts. Her toned hips began to rotate against him. "Ohhhh, just like that... you little bastard... just like that... I'm nearly there…" "Me, too!" "Then cum you little fucker. Blow that load! Now!" When her fabulous, squirming body thrust up so that her ass bounced off his groin, the teenager was lost. He tried, but couldn't hold back. "Lila…. Lila…" "Blow, you little bastard," she grunted, feeling her own orgasm start to overwhelm her. "Blow…" He came for the second time that afternoon. The creamy cum hosed her insides, his cock jerking in Lila's ass as hers trembled under him. His liquid heat flowed and flowed, lasting for longer than either of them could have anticipated. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck… 6. Shooters "Okay, Thomas," Jason had said. "Only two nights before you leave. How about the three of us visit Shooters tonight?" The teenager hadn't been too keen. He'd wanted to somehow manoeuvre some more alone time with his wet dream. But Lila was so enthusiastic about going that he hadn't found a way to object. The music hit them as they entered the bar. Steve Earls' 'Copperhead Road' was blasting from the eight huge speakers mounted on the walls and the bar. Just as it had been on his only previous visit. The place was already pretty full, but Lila used her wiles to find them a table. Dave, the owner, and waitress Dana waved at the three of them. Lila didn't usually pay them a visit when she wasn't working there. The first round of Bud Light was quickly followed by another. Then another. The drink had no effect on Jason and Lila, other than to perhaps loosen them up even more than they already were. Thomas, on the other hand, began to feel a little dizzy. "Hey, you've gotta learn to drink if you're going to visit us again," Jason chided, clinking bottles and nudging his arm. "He's too busy admiring the view," Lila laughed, nudging his arm. It was true. His eyes had been momentarily drawn to the brown haired Dana. She looked hot, her red tank top showing off her perky breasts, and perfectly complimenting the super low-rise jeans. That was some ass! Then he looked back at Lila. That daisy dukes showed off her sweet ass to perfection. God, she looked so hot. The lil tube top didn't help – her braless tits pushing through the thin material like two luscious pears, ready for devouring. As the evening wore on, the night became wilder. And wilder. Thomas began to feel out of place. He was probably the only person in the bar who wasn't going to fuck someone later that night. How could he enjoy himself? Lila was at the bar, talking to a couple of guys. Jason was in conversation with another couple of friends at their table. Thomas's eyes were fixed on the hot blonde across the room. She'd had a lot to drink. She was feeling flirty. And it didn't seem to bother her husband at all. The sexy cowgirl was aware Thomas was watching her. As she talked, she regularly shot him that sexy smile that was all woman. Every fibre in the teenager's body screamed at him to step between the two men Lila was talking to and take her outside. Find somewhere. And fuck her brains out. The sexy cowgirl was flirting big time. She was hot. Jason was so busy drinking and having fun, he wouldn't know if she was gone. How the fuck could he get her alone? Even as he contemplated the idea, the sexy woman was thrusting her 'girls' forward, her clearly defined nipples pushing against the thin material of her lil tube top. Her breasts rose with each breath she took. God, she looked so sexy! The two men with her were becoming bolder. They couldn't have been that much older than Thomas. The one with the dark haired had his arm around Lila's waist. She glanced across at the teenager, placing her own arm around the guy's as she gave Thomas a sexy smile. Then she reached across to the blonde haired guy and slipped her other arm around him. Her smile at Thomas widened. The fucking cock tease!! Her tube top pulled tightly across her breasts. Her prominent nipples pointed at him, betraying how turned on she was. The cowgirl looked as hot a sight as he'd ever seen. His cock lengthened in his jeans and it took all his fucking willpower not to stroke himself. Lila knew exactly what she was doing to him. The dark haired guy slipped a hand to the flat of her belly, caressing her bare skin beneath the tube top. As their conversation continued, he moved the hand upwards. Underneath the material, Thomas could clearly see his fingers brushing the underside of Lila's left breast. Fuck! Then the blonde guy decided to get in on the act. His hand slid under the other side of the tube top, slithering upwards. Thomas thought he was in a dream. His hand cupped the blonde's left tit. It was clear he was gently squeezing her nipple between his finger and thumb. Lila's eyes closed. Her mouth opened. An inaudible sigh escaped her lips. Both men had a breast each, slowly kneading the sexy cowgirl. Thomas's throat was dry. He angrily threw back another Bud Light. Why did she tease him like this? Glancing across at Jason, the teenager saw he was too preoccupied to notice his wife's flirting. The youngster wondered - if he had, would he really have cared? The blonde guy leant and whispered into Lila's ear. She nodded and the three of them began to head through the emptying bar to the back room. Her dreamy eyes found Thomas's as she walked. They told him to follow. At least, that's what he thought they said. When he got there, the room was empty except for Lila and the two men. Lila was leaning against the wall. The blonde had her tube top pulled up to her neck and was sucking her tits. The dark haired guy had the zip of her daisy dukes pulled down and his hand was going to work between her legs. The cowgirl's eyes were closed, lost in the pleasure radiating through her sinewy body. He watched spellbound. Her breasts arched. Her hips thrust against the fingering hands. Then her body was shaking. Thomas had seen that shudder before! Fuck, Lila was cumming... The two men smiled at one another. One saw Thomas watching and winked. They guided the sexy blonde across to the pool table, lifting her up and pushing her flat on the green baize. She moaned when Blondie yanked her daisy dukes, then her red g-string, down her body. Pulling her toned legs apart, his face disappeared as he burrowed it into her hot cunt. His mouth covered her, attacking her slippery clit. The cowgirl groaned so loudly that Thomas could hear from the door. Then the dark haired guy was undressing, almost ripping his clothes off in his anxious haste. Naked, his thick cock stood proud and erect. The foreskin was pulled tightly back to reveal a huge swollen head with an impressively thick shaft, towering above a massive pair of balls. Roughly pushing Blondie to one side, he lined himself up. Lila raised her hips again, gasping as he entered her wet cunt in one smooth thrust. Her head turned towards Thomas, as if to make sure he was watching. He knew why. Being watched enhanced her arousal. Her tits began to bounce with the rhythm of the lust-filled man's frantic motions. This was animalistic fucking. Blondie had dragged his clothes off – naked now – and pointed his cock to her lips. She took it gratefully. Her mouth swallowed as much as she could. One hand held the root of his shaft. The other fondled his hanging balls. Tipping her head further back, the cowgirl took him deep into her throat. Thomas knew from her grunts and the way she'd abandoned herself – the hot blonde had almost lost control. Her body jerked with the frantic fucking she was getting from the dark haired man. As her body bounced, she struggled to keep Blondie's cock in her mouth. "Oh, fuck, yeah…" voices grunted. For a few moments, Thomas was unable to determine which of the two men was talking. Then he realised. It was both. "Fuck, Lila…" "Yeah, baby…" "Suck that cock…" "Fuck me harder, bitch…" "Geez, that's so fucking good…" "C'mon slut. Nearly there…" The hot cowgirl reacted to the words… and to the thrusting cocks. The sexy blonde rose to meet every thrust of the cock in her cunt. She somehow kept a steady sucking motion on the shaft in her mouth. Her wonderful tits were thrust into the air, her nipples almost obscenely erect. As her legs wrapped around the fucking man, her humping hips were proving too much for him. Her upward thrusts took him towards orgasm. At the same time, one of her shaking hands grabbed Blondie's balls. Her fingers squeezed them as her other hand jerked on his shaft. Suddenly, it was a race. Which of them would she get off first? Thomas's cock was beginning to throb and ache and as Lila's eyes found him again, he instinctively knew what she wanted. It took seconds to free his hardness, his hand immediately stroking along the shaft. He imagined the sensations the two men were experiencing. He could feel Lila's tongue wrapped around the flesh in her mouth… the sensation of her mouth controlling the shaft as it fucked her throat. When her hips rose to the rhythm of the pumping between her legs, the teenager could almost feel the warmth of her juices as they covered the invading cock. He wanted his body to replace theirs. "Fuck, Lila…" "C'mon you bitch…" "Suck it, you slut…" "Ngh…" Content that the teenager was following her unspoken instruction; the blonde cowgirl went into overdrive. Her movements almost became a blur in front of the youngster as Thomas wanked faster. It was Blondie who succumbed first, a nano-second ahead of his black haired friend. Both their bodies bucked and shuddered as they were overtaken by their orgasms. Lila took the first blast in the roof of her mouth, just as the man between her legs fired into her cunt. Mouth… pussy… mouth… pussy… it was as if the whole thing was co-ordinated. Both cocks twitched and throbbed as they both emptied the fruits of their pendulous balls inside her. Lila turned her face towards Thomas as the two men dragged themselves away and began to pull on their clothes. Her smile was about as sexy as he'd ever seen. "I need more…" Thomas felt his cock surge at the thought. The sexy woman was giving him permission. She was going to be his. At long last, he was going to fuck her. At long… fucking… last!! It wasn't quite how he'd planned. But he was going to fuck her nonetheless. Right now. "Want it, baby?" she provocatively asked, crooking a finger in his direction. "Want to fuck your Lila…?" The teenager gave a deep breath. His heart bounced in his chest. His cock hardened further in his stroking hand. Pulling himself away from the wall he was leaning against, he drew himself up to his full height. Even as he began to take a step forward, an arm pulled him to one side as the man moved past him. "Too right, you fucking cum dumpster," Jason slurred, pushing past the teenager. He was unbuckling his belt as he headed towards his wife. "I'm gonna fuck your lights out…" Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!! 7. Kristin With Lila and Jason being at work, Thomas had time on his hands. Until Lila's sister arrived in the afternoon, that was. Kristin was staying for a couple of days and after what the sexy cowgirl had told him, he was looking forward to meeting her. The nineteen year old was a younger version of Lila. A little taller. A little smaller in the bust. But otherwise, Lila had said, they were pretty similar. Before she arrived, he had something in mind. The photographs he'd discovered in his room were hidden in his bag. He wouldn't be returning them. But were there others? And even if not, he wanted to check out Lila's clothes. Particularly her lingerie. Lila Claire I don't know how you did it to me. I must have chatted and had cybersex with a hundred women but only you got me to tell you about my best friend in high school. It was my proto-bi experience. I told you in the chat room how we would play strip Poker and then jack each other off. I can still remember the feel of his cock in my hand. It was a little shorter than mine but had a huge mushroom head that I would run my hand over, spreading his hot-precum around and then stroking his rock hard shaft until he shot cum all over. It seems like we had constant erections in those days, often at the most inopportune times. What I wouldn't give to be that fast to jump to attention now. Those erections only come around with the help of a little blue pill now that I'm in my late fifties. I'm not saying that we were innocent or naïve but we had never heard of oral sex back then. Kids are so much better informed these days. If either of us had, I'm sure that we would have taken turns sucking one another off. Sometimes I would think back and wish I had done it and imagine sucking a stiff cock. What if we had known about anal? Would we have fucked each other's tight little teenage asses? We lost touch after high school when I left for college on the west coast. I cannot find him even through old mutual friends on Facebook. I wonder if he grew up to be gay. Talking about asses, mine remained cherry until I met a woman online who loved anal and who had a boyfriend who loved to be fucked with a strapon. She persuaded me to play with mine and so, in my forties, learned to enjoy the feel of my wife's well lubricated hairbrush handle in my ass while I stroked myself off. I even got her to play with me a couple of times and we discovered that she really got off on anal sex. Who would have thought? But it was all a secret until I met Lila. Lila Claire, younger than my own daughter but having something...what was it? How was she able to draw out my secrets so easily? How did she get me to tell her how much I loved stroking S's cock? How did she get me to tell her that I wished, I mean really wished that I had known more back then; that we had experimented further; that I really regret that I never sucked a hard cock? I know I could have sneaked off and done it but I don't find men attractive at all. All that hair and hard muscle doesn't do it for me. Give me a toned woman's body any day. My wife is still damn hot but a guy's mind still thinks about other bodies. Mostly I think about firm young women full of lust with wet juicy pussies but sometimes I think about my games with S and wonder what it would feel like to suck another man's cock or even to be fucked by it. I met Lila Clair in a chat room. She was 26 at the time a speech teacher at a Catholic school in Louisiana. Maybe she had some sort of bayou witchcraft thing going but there was an instant chemistry that I have never had from a chat room. It wasn't just the chemistry either. The cybersex was so real. I could almost feel her body and I would cum so hard from our chats. She broke down my barriers. I downloaded Messenger onto my laptop so we could voice chat. She has the voice of an erotic angel with a touch of huskiness that drove me wild. When she orgasmed, something she could do frequently and repeatedly, she was unbelievably vocal. She was unbelievable. I think that it was only our second or third time of chatting when she got me to tell her about S. I think that our topic may have been how she loved anal stimulation and that is how we got to go there. She couldn't believe we only stroked. How could she at her age? She grew up with porn everywhere and Bill Clinton getting blowjobs in the Oval Office. She wanted to know if I had to do it all over again, would I have sucked him. How could I lie to her? She wanted to know my deepest secrets and I couldn't not tell them to her. She wanted to know how much I liked to have my ass played with and I told her the truth about the hairbrush. As I did, she fucked her pussy and ass with her vibrators and came to a breathless orgasm while she looked at the picture of my hard cock that I had sent to her. She loved my anus and she loved making me play with it and put whatever was handy in it. She loved telling me how, when I visited her, she would invite her handsome pilot friend and make me suck his cock as she sucked mine and I fucked her. For my 55th birthday she made me go to a local sex shop and buy myself a toy and some lube. Then I raced home to get online with her and she listened to me as I fucked myself with the little dildo vibrating against my prostate to a screaming orgasm. It was me doing the screaming. Truth be told, I wished I had bought a bigger one and I told her so. Of course, that is what she got me to do. I went online and bought a long, slender, double-ended, beautiful glass dildo that really is a piece of art, with deep blue swirls and nubs. My wife still thinks that it is hers. Lila and I had a date to play with my new toy as soon as it arrived. I had told her that my company had just issued me with a new laptop and as soon as we connected with Messenger she told me that she knew it must have come with a camera and that I had to turn it on. I cannot say no to this enchantress. All it took was one click and I was naked in front of her showing off the toy and ready to use it on myself. I still cannot believe that I lay on our bed and fucked myself deep and hard with the crystal dick or that I turned over and told her that I wished it was a real cock in my ass. She came to a shuddering orgasm when I told her that I wanted her to get on top of me and fuck herself with the other end of the dildo. Then she talked me into my own by describing how her friend Jim would fuck me and shoot his hot cum deep in my ass. But there is another side to Lila. Like many women with a huge sexual appetite, she also had a fiery temper and more than once got mad and hung up on me. Then I would hang around the chat room, sometimes for a couple of weeks before her own horniness brought her back, seeking me out. It was always over something that seemed trivial to me. The first time it happened, I used the C-word. She hated that word and you can be sure I never used it to her again. She must have had some kind of Catholic guilt too because a couple of times she would berate me for being a dirty old man, chatting with young women about their rape fantasies (something else she hated) and for cheating on my wife in cyber. I actually agreed with her about that and if I had not been so addicted to her would have quit chatting before I actually did. So it turned out that the glass dildo on camera was the last time we played. I think that she was offended because she had sent me an email right afterwards and I had never replied. In fact, it only showed up in my inbox months later. Maybe that was something that was just supposed to be. Anyway, I retired from the chatting game. I was finally realizing that I was sort of pathetic, the kind of guy that I would make fun of and, if it were not for my company needing me to work on a project in Louisiana, I am sure that the story would have ended here. When I found out that I needed to spend a work week in New Orleans I couldn't help but think about Lila. I have never met anyone from online and I have never touched another woman in the flesh in the three and a half decades of my marriage. But this was Lila Claire, the sorceress from the Bayou and before I left for the trip, I found myself reviving my secret e-mail and telling her my schedule. I didn't hear anything back from her for almost a week, something that both disappointed and relieved me. But then, the day before I was due to leave, I checked the email and there was her name in my inbox. "If you dare to leave Louisiana without fucking me, I will hunt you down and cut off your delicious cock!" That was it. Oh, that and her cell phone number. The first day, I had a 6:00 am flight and worked with my rep until after 8:00 pm. I staggered to my room and barely had the energy to undress before I fell asleep. The next day, I called her from the hotel. She had parent-teacher meetings for the next two nights. We had not talked yet. She told me by text. That only left Thursday night. We texted and set up our date. She actually said that she was taking the afternoon off work and would drive down to NO and would be in a hotel in the French Quarter. I had the hardest time working that day. I had a major presentation to make to our client and I have no idea how I got through it. My rep wanted to take me to dinner but I refused, telling him that I needed to get my reports done for the week. When he dropped me off at my hotel, I pulled out my phone to call Lila and my hands were shaking. She told me to get into a cab and get my ass downtown in a hurry. Of course I obeyed. You know the effect she has on me. She promised me that this would be a night that I would never forget. I laughed and asked her if it was going to be a good or a bad memory. She put a little extra husky in her voice and a little extra southern and said, "Honey, you're going to have the night of your life. And so am I." I was so nervous by now. I had to make sure that I smelled fresh so I showered and applied liberal doses of cologne in place that I don't usually use it. I was worried about performance anxiety and the last thing that I did before I left my room was to break out the little blue pills and swallowed one. "Fuck it! I thought to myself. "I have to be a stud tonight." I took a second one. When I stepped out of the cab at her hotel, Lila was already waiting under the portico. She hugged me and told me that I was going to be a gentleman and buy her dinner. This was New Orleans, so of course we ended up in an oyster bar. I was careful not to drink too much and made sure that I ate a light meal. I kept thinking how ridiculous I must look with a woman more than young enough to be my daughter but lust has an amazing power to overcome embarrassment. Lila's foot sliding up and down my leg and her toes on my cock under the tablecloth worked wonders too. I don't remember the conversation. I think that I was probably a total dork and talked about my kids and grandchildren and her job. She was gracious and endured my blather until the waiter came back with my approved credit card slip. She took it from him and gave him a huge tip. The expense lady deducted it from my check the next week and sent me an email asking me just how pretty my waitress had been. We walked the couple of blocks back to the hotel. I was so incredibly awkward I don't think I said three words but then, in the elevator, she pressed up against me and kissed me. When we broke the kiss she told me that I was sweet and that I was going to have a really great evening. I had sort of planned how I would make love to Lila. I was going to be slow and to touch every inch of her body, kissing down to her pussy and licking it the way I loved to do before I finally mounted her and made sweet slow love to her. Apparently this was not in her plans. As soon as we got in the door she pushed me down on the bed and began unbuckling my pants. She pulled them down to my knees with my boxers and grabbed hold of my cock. Thank God for Viagra. I immediately got a hardon reminiscent of my teen years. Lila reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties then climbed on top of me and slid down onto my erection. "Fuck me with that beautiful cock!" she gasped. "Give it to me!" She slammed herself up and down impaling herself on my chemically enhanced erection. I reached around her and held on to her ass cheeks, pulling them apart and moving my fingers towards the center where my cock was plunging into her wetness. I rubbed her juices on my finger and pulled her cheeks further apart. "Oh my god, Yes!" she moaned and I pushed my wet finger into her tight little ass. I knew what she loves. It didn't take long for her to go over the edge. As she orgasmed, I felt her ass pulsing around my finger and heard her crying out in her passion. The problem with Viagra is that it gets you hard but it has a really hard time letting you cum. Lila had two orgasms riding me and I wasn't even close. She rolled off of me to take a break and asked why I hadn't cum in her. I told her about the pills, both of them and she laughed. "This could be a long night. It's a good job that I brought in reinforcements." I didn't understand but she leaned over to the bedside table, picked up the phone and dialed a number. "You can come up now, "she spoke into the mouthpiece. I wanted her to tell me what was going on but she just told me that she had promised me the night of my life and so far, it had been for her. Within a minute there was a tap on the door and Lila got up to open it. A very handsome young man in a pilot's uniform, about her age stepped in. "This is Jim," Lila said. "I know that you know who he is." I did. How could I not know? He had been in too many of our role plays. "I think" said Lila in her huskiest, sexiest voice, "That we should all get naked." Both she and I were still almost fully dressed. I helped her out of her dress and underwear while Jim hung his uniform on a hanger in the closet and took off his shirt. "Isn't he gorgeous?" said Lila. He was a very good-looking young man with a buff body that he obviously was taking better care of than I had mine at that age. I had not exercised between high school and my fortieth birthday and although I wasn't too bad, I certainly didn't have a body to match Jim's. Jim faced us and took off his underwear. His cock hung down and it was long. I mean really long. Lila had her hand on my persistent erection, slowly stroking it. "Jack," she ordered. "Make him hard. Let me see you suck him. It's okay. Do it for me. Do it for you too." Jim crossed the room and stood by the bed. Lila moved over and motioned him to lie down. He did so and lay on his back with his legs apart. "Give me your hand," whispered Lila, "I'll help you." She took my hand and with hers over it I sat on the edge of the bed and together we reached between Jim's legs, took a hold of his long penis and began to stroke. I felt it harden in my hand and loved the feeling. I pressed harder and stroked a little faster. Jim's cock grew and grew and my hand, no longer needing Lila's help or encouragement, slid up and down the hard shaft. Jim's eyes were on my hand stroking him. I looked over at Lila. She was lying on the bed on her side, one knee raised, stroking her wet pussy. "You know what you want to do, don't you Jack?" My mouth was dry with nervous excitement as I moved to kneel between Jim's legs and then I bent over and took the head of his cock into my mouth. I licked his salty precum from the tip. I had tasted my own and found it both palatable and arousing but tasting this other man's was something else. I supported myself on one elbow. With the other hand I spread my saliva over his shaft as I stroked while my head moved up and down and my tongue massaged his thick cock. I heard his breath become ragged and he moaned a little. That is how I knew I was doing it right. Now I understood the old Seinfeld joke about being familiar with the equipment. I could imagine exactly what he was feeling form my own experiences. Actually, I could feel most of what he was feeling because Lila was now behind me. I could feel her hot vagina pressing against my ass cheeks and she had reached around and was stroking me as I sucked and stroked Jim. She rubbed her sex against me. I could feel the heat and the wetness flowing from her. I thought about the glass dildo and wished that we had it there so we could actually act out or last cyber fantasy. All of a sudden, my ass ached to be touched. Lila must have sensed that. She licked her fingers and began to rub one wet fingertip around my ass. Instinctively, I spread my legs wider and pushed my buttocks into the air. Lila's finger began to probe and she slowly slid it into me while I sucked Jim and she stroked my cock, finger-fucking my ass and rubbing her own swollen clitoris. Now it was my turn to moan as Lila's slender long finger moved around inside me. By now Jim's hips were bucking up and down and it was obvious that he was close to cumming. He looked up at Lila as if seeking permission. "Let me see it!" she whimpered. "Cum in Jack"s mouth." She attacked her pussy with even greater vigor. Jim let out a loud moan and I felt his cock twitch as his semen pumped through it. I opened my mouth for some reason and it shot against my tongue and dripped out the sides of my mouth. He must have been saving it up because he shot out three big bursts of jism. I moved to wipe it from my face but Lila grabbed my hand pulled my head around dragging me into a deep kiss. We shared Jim's juices and I felt her hand pressed against the side of my thigh and her fingers moving wildly. With our mouths locked together, she began to cum, her screaming muffled as her whole body shook and shook. We all collapsed on the bed but I had still not had an orgasm and was numbly hard. I was regretting the second Viagra. Lila went down on me. Jim went down on me. I could not cum but even if I could I wanted this night to continue. As Jim sucked on my cock, Lila lay back against the headboard and watched us. Her legs were open and she was slowly teasing and massaging her clit. I pulled out of Jim's mouth and moved between her legs, knelt down and began to lick and suck on her sweet pussy. She gave a little sigh and put her hand on the back of my head pulling me in closer and rocking her hips as her arousal began to build once again. Jim crawled up the bed and knelt to one side of her. His cock was getting hard again and he fed it into Lila's mouth. I didn't have a great view from my position but when I looked up, I could see that long cock stiffening and growing as she sucked it. I loved seeing it moving in and out of her soft mouth with her full lips that were swollen both from her arousal and from having sucked both of our cocks. I licked and sucked and drank Lila's juices and watched as Jim pulled out of her mouth and came behind me. I was kneeling with my ass in the air and my head down between Lila's legs. Jim slid his long penis along my ass. The feel of it on my anus was delicious and I pushed it up higher. Lila was panting by now but she managed to tell Jim that there was lube in the drawer. He moved away briefly and then I felt his hands on my ass as he rubbed the cold lubricant on it. He moved back in and resumed his motion. I felt the underside of his dick sliding between my cheeks and then felt his balls bounce against mine. I could feel how hard he was. He pulled back again and then I felt the head of his cock pressing against my virgin ass, slippery with lube. He pushed harder and the head began to open me up. I felt his cock slowly enter me, stretching my sphincter muscles and felt pain as he slid even further in. Now he was definitely inside me. He stopped and gently rocked, asked me if I was okay, to which I made a muffled "Uhuh" as my face was buried in Lila's crotch. The pain had subsided as I knew it would and I wanted more. I pushed back and he got the message and inched deeper into me. I had suspected that it would feel different from the hard glass toy that I was used to using and I was correct. Even though Jim was fully erect, his penis had a give to it. Maybe a rubber toy would feel the same. All I knew was that it felt amazing to be fucked by a real cock in my ass after all of these years. As he slowly slid in and out of me, I felt the pressure on my prostate and I moaned in pleasure. Lila was very aroused but not out of control. "I want to see it," she said and she pulled out from under me, kneeling next to me. Lila Claire "Oh god, that is so fucking hot." she whispered. I felt her hand sliding up on the portion of Jims cock that was not in me. She held it and cupped my balls at the same time. Then with her other hand she reached under me and began to stroke my own hardness. "Jack. Fuck me while Jim fucks you." It took a little bit of maneuvering but she ended up lying under me with a pillow under her bottom that raised her hips up. I lay on her and she guided me into her soft wet pussy. This position raised up my own ass for Jim and he pushed himself inside me once more. What an amazing feeling! My cock buried inside a beautiful horny young woman and my ass being fucked by a wonderful hard shaft that was stimulating my prostate gland and coaxing out my orgasm. We lay on the bed together in a fantastic three-way fuck. Every time I pulled back to plunge deep into Lila, Jim slid into my ass. The faster I fucked her, the faster he fucked me. Lila was going crazy. I felt her vagina gripping my cock tighter and tighter and knew that her orgasm was really close. I could hear Jim panting harder and harder and could hear my own moans of pleasure. In a moment of exquisite timing, Jim and Lila came at the same time. Her vagina pulsed with her waves of orgasm and I felt the twitch in Jim's cock followed by the delicious feeling of his hot seed shooting inside me. That was what it took for me. My own orgasm exploded as Lila's pussy milked my cock. I cried out in the intensity of my pleasure and thrust harder as my semen blasted into her. As our orgasms subsided we lay still and felt each other shudder as the aftershocks hit us and then we finally untangled our bodies from one another. The story has been in the vault until now. It may have been the most exciting evening of my life. I suspect that it was fairly routine for Jim and I hope that when Lila is a grandma, she will still look back at the memory of what we did and be tempted to rub out another orgasm like I often do. Lila Continues To Explore College Lila watched as Trevor paraded Amber in front of her. Just a few weeks ago he had had his hands all over her like that, and now he was with Amber. Amber was perfect. Blond, tiny, big boobs. Lila hated her. Not that Lila wasn’t hot. She was and she knew it but she couldn’t stand seeing her Trevor with Amber. She walked away from the crowd at the date bash and saw her sorority sister Pamela. “Hey.” She tried a smile. “Hey girl.” Pamela flipped her auburn hair over her shoulder, “What’s wrong?” Lila nodded toward where Trevor and Amber stood. “Get over him. I told you he was a player. Now that, that is someone worth crying over.” She pointed her red plastic cup toward Peyton Reed. Peyton was something of a legend at the small northeastern school. He was rumored to be amazing in bed. The exact words were an animal in bed. He was fun, outgoing, loud and could have any girl he wanted. Not only all that, but he was very good looking. Broad shoulders, blue eyes, dark brown hair. Lila shrugged. She was still stuck on Trevor. “Hell, he is Trevor’s best friend. That’ll get him jealous finding you in his room in his roommate’s bed.” Pamela smiled evilly. “It would huh?” Lila flipped her own dark brown hair over her chocolate shoulder. She was wearing a hot white tube dress that was very short. “Don’t wait up.” She joked to Pam. “Yeah right.” She said as she put a casual arm around the boy next to her. Lila saw that Peyton was surrounded by lots of girls. That didn’t scare her. She was one of the few black girls on campus and white guys were attracted to her like magnets, the whole forbidden fruit thing. “Hi.” She said smiling at Peyton. “Hey, Lila right?” He smiled down at her. He was pretty hot, she thought. “Yeah. Look, my roommate just booted me out of the room for tonight and said I should ask the hottest guy here if I can stay over, so…” she shrugged innocently. “Wait a second, you’re just going to walk up to me and ask if you can sleep in my room. I don’t even know you.” “That makes it more fun.” She winked. She had successfully gotten his attention off the other girls on onto her. Peyton checked her out. She was tall and thin. Her dark hair was long and looked soft. Her tits weren’t bad either, she was definitely fuckable. Hadn’t he heard her name somewhere? One of his frat brothers? Alex or Sam, maybe Trevor? He didn’t remember, didn’t care. A hot girl, top 10 at the party had just pretty much asked to fuck him. “My room’s top of the stairs on the left, I’ll be there in five minutes.” Lila nodded. She had been to Sigma Epsilon before. Trevor was a member and she has spent lots of time fucking him in the small closet downstairs. Peyton was actually the vice-president so he had a room in the house. She climbed the stairs only once glancing down at Trevor and Amber. He was looking up at her with those green eyes. She winked at him and kept going into Peyton’s room. She looked around. He had pictures of girls from TV and movies. One was of Angelina Jolie, Lila’s own lesbian fantasy girl, not that she’d ever admit that. He also had other things Lila had grown accustomed to seeing. They were signs of wealth in college, ipods, DVD players, xbox, Rolex watch. “Hey.” Peyton came in and closed the door. “Hey yourself.” She sat down on the bed. She had had her share of casual hook ups, but tonight she wanted to be how she never had been, completely shameless. All about fucking this guy. She pulled her dress over head and revealed her lack of bra and panties. “Wow.” Peyton sat his beer cup down, he hadn’t even had to woo her. Lila bit her bottom lip and tried to look innocent, “Do you want me?” “Fuck yeah.” Peyton scooped her up so that her breasts were pressed against his white button up shirt, “You are so hot, how come I’ve never met you?” “You’re always surrounded by lots of girls.” “I’d make room for you.” He kissed her hard. She pushed him away a little. “I’ve heard things about you.” She giggled. “Like what?” “Like that you fuck like an animal.” He smiled, “Oh yeah? Want to find out?” He kissed her again hard. He let his tongue rape her mouth. She moaned loudly and he smiled to himself. He loved making girls moan, scream, cry, all of it. He let his hand slide over her breasts, making her nipple hard. He pulled on it, a little too hard. “Oh.” Lila moaned loudly. “Feels good.” He crooned to her. He then let his hand slide down her thighs and between her legs, “God you are so wet. You want me bad.” He plunged his fingers into her. She started to rock against him. He sank down to his knees and put one of her legs over his shoulders. He let his tongue lick her lips down there and then stuck his tongue deep inside her. He fucked her with his tongue till he heard her breaths get loud and then she sighed loudly. He licked up her come. “I love when girls come in my mouth.” He licked his lips. He still hadn’t made her scream, “I wanna make you scream.” He stood up and then pushed her back on the bed. He undid his belt and took off his clothes. Lila looked him over. He was no Trevor, but he had eaten her pussy like no one had before. The way he stuck his tongue inside her was heaven. His body wasn’t bad. He looked like he could hold his own in a fight. She smiled at him as he rubbed his hand on his dick. It wasn’t too long but it looked thick. She reached for him. He stepped back, going over to his desk to get a condom, he slipped it on. She was glad he had, she had had enough pregnancy scares with Trevor. He pulled her legs toward him so that her ass was at the edge of the bed. He rubbed the head of his dick on her clit slowly with just the right amount of pressure. She moaned. He let his dick enter her a little. “You want it?” He asked breathing hard. “Yes Peyton, I want it. Please.” With that he pushed deep inside her and pulled her legs to wrap around his waist. He began to fuck her hard and deep. She was tight and soft. He had never fucked a black girl. He had hardly ever talked to a black girl. Watching his white skin contrast with her dark chocolate skin was such a turn on. He felt himself get close to the edge and then slowed himself down. First, he had to make her scream. He unhooked her legs and stopped thrusting, she looked at him like he was crazy. “Don’t worry baby, I’m going to make it even better.” He pulled her up and at the same time sat down. He pulled her on top of him and as he did he entered her. She gasped loudly not expecting it. “Yeah baby, I’m in you so deep.” He pushed into her hard, resting his check on her breasts. Once he was deep in her he took her nipples in his mouth and began to suck hard. Then he licked the tip of the nipple, flicking it and nibbling it. He kept working her tits as he fucked her deep and hard. Lila couldn’t believe how she felt. She had come before, lots of times, but this, this was unimaginable. She felt her stomach flip and then she exploded, she screamed loudly, as she did, Peyton came inside her. He loved watching her face as she came hard, she screamed so loudly he was sure the guys downstairs heard, he had to keep his reputation. “Damn P, who you got in here?” The door opened. Lila heard the familiar southern drawl as she came down from her orgasm. She turned slowly a smile on her face. She covered her breasts. “Yo, Trev, we’re busy in here.” Peyton smacked Lila’s ass. Trevor locked eyes with Lila, but for only a moment before shutting the door. “What’s wrong?” Amber asked rubbing Trevor’s arm. “Let’s go.” He started down stairs. “Hey Trev who’s P got in there, she screams like a cat in heat?” A Sigma Ep yelled over the crowd. “Some slut.” Trevor responded slamming the door behind him. To be continued Lila in College Lila Hart could hardly believe her luck. Trevor Wyatt was her partner for the project. The last time they had been together was the night of the Sigma Epsilon date bash. He had been with Lisa, that dumb bitch from Ohio and she had been with Rick, the dumb asshole from New York. They had flirted all night and then ended up with their dates fantasizing about each other. She watched him walk up to her. He was so hot. He was tall, probably 6'4, and big, not chubby, but strong looking. She knew he played on the basketball team. His skin was tan, and his hair was light brown with small flecks of blond. "Hey, so you wanna meet tonight?" He said in his southern accent. He brushed his hair back and looked her over. She knew what he saw, a medium height black girl, with chocolate skin, long, straight dark hair and a nice sized chest. She was thin for her height but she liked it that way. "Sure." She licked her lips and she noticed that he noticed her. "I live in Laurel, meet me at 7." He demanded and walked away. She could hardly wait. When 7 o'clock rolled around, Lila could hardly wait. She knocked timidly on the front door. "Sup." He drawled. He was only wearing jeans and his hair was wet like he just got out of the shower. "Hi." She had worn her sexy casual outfit. A short pink skirt with a white tank top and flip flops. "You look hot." He sat down on his bed and patted a spot beside him. Her stomach flipped. "Thanks. I ...um, brought some reference books..." She reached down for her backpack. Trevor noticed how when she bent over her thong showed. He was horny as hell. He had dumped this stupid girl a few weeks ago and hadn't gotten around to hitting on any chicks since then. Lila was hot. He had never been with a black girl before, but he had thought about it. Growing up in the south, black chicks had been forbidden fruit. He slowly let his hand slide onto Lila's thong. She felt his hand on her back, no, on her ass. Her stomach tightened, she turned her head. "What are you doing?" "These are sexy. I really want to fuck you right now." She was stunned by how honest he was, it turned her on. She smiled. He took that as acceptance. He slid his hand further down so he could feel her ass. It was round and hard, but not too hard. He let out a slow sigh. Lila bit her lip and sat up. She looked at his hard, tan muscles. "Kiss me." He drawled slowly. She leaned forward and kissed him softly. As she began to pull away he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her closer. He let his tongue plunge into her mouth. She let out a soft groan. He pulled her on top of him so that she was straddling his lap. "What about the paper?" She asked against his mouth. "Fuck it." He pulled her top over her head, "No bra?" He grabbed one of her breasts eagerly and rubbed the dark nipple till it was erect. Lila sighed and let her head fall back. He put his tongue to her nipple and began to flick it, then he sucked it into his hot mouth. "Oh god." She sighed. "You like that?" he continued milking her breasts as she nodded her head, "Say it." He demanded. "I like that." "I like that Trevor." He corrected. "I like that Trevor." He grunted his satisfaction. She could feel him hard against her wet panties. Trevor pulled his mouth away from her. He looked into her eyes. He wanted to take her, not make love to her any of that bullshit. He wanted to fuck her. He pushed her up and she stumbled a little. "What?" She seemed confused. He took her hand and pulled her over his lap. He lifted her skirt. "Trevor, what are you..." He quieted her bye slapping his large hand over her bare ass. He waited for her to protest and when she didn't he spanked her again. "Oh Trevor." She sighed. He let his large hand punish her round ass again and again, till he could hear her soft cries. "Ok baby. You've had enough." He brought her up so she was on her knees in front of him. "I want to suck it." She said tears in her eyes. She pulled his jeans off and began to rub his hard dick. It was big, bigger than she had expected. She released it from its confines and began to lick it up and down slowly. Then right as he closed his eyes she took him into her mouth and began to suck. Then she took one of his balls into her hands and began to massage it. Then she took his dick out of her mouth and began to suck on one of his balls. He moaned and pulled away from her. "What?" She was confused, the other guy she had done that to had loved it. "Nothing baby, I'm not ready to come yet. When I do it will be deep inside you." He pulled her to her feet and pushed her onto the bed, "Spread your legs." He demanded. She did as she was told. He pulled her skirt off and then kissed her slim, dark thighs. He let his mouth roam up her legs till he was at her pussy. He let his tongue explore her. He rubbed it against her clit in circles over and over till she was on the brink of exploding. Then he took it into his mouth. Lila looked down at his pink mouth eating her black pussy and the visual was too much, she came hard into his mouth. He sighed, enjoying her pleasure. "I want to fuck you so bad." He said climbing on top of her. He pushed inside her fast and hard. She let out a huge breath, like the wind was knocked out of her. She could feel him feeling her up completely. "Oh Trevor yes, harder, faster, deeper." He pushed harder so he could feel his balls on her ass and began pumping her fast. He didn't let up on her, just kept fucking her hard until she came again. Then he flipped her over onto her hands and knees. "Bend over lower." He pushed her down so she was on her forearms and then plunged into her again and again. Lila loved the feeling of him inside her, it felt so good and hurt at the same time. "Oh god, I'm coming, I'm coming in you tight black pussy." Trevor grunted as he came inside her. As they both relaxed. Lila turned toward him. "We forgot a condom." To her surprise Trevor smiled. "That's ok baby," he said in his good ol'boy drawl, "I'm in love. I don't give a shit if I made a baby." He kissed her on the mouth. She laughed, "Or at least in lust, and that'll do for now. What about our paper?" "Fuck it." He rolled over and spread her legs with his knee. "Oh my god." She said as she felt his hardness against her, "this soon?" "Oh yeah baby. I've been waiting years to fuck a black girl and I'm not going to stop with one round." Lilac I am a common-wife; it is what I was fated to be. The lilacs were in full bloom on the night that I was born; the scent wafted into the birthing room and filled my mother's lungs with their strong fragrance. She was a brood-wife, made for the task of bearing young, a task that I will never face. I was her sixteenth child; the thirteenth girl and the first born under a full moon. Girls born under a full-moon are made into common-wives to serve the needs of the males when the breeders were not available. Ours was a life of pleasuring without the burden of bearing offspring. Only the breeders were cared for more by the Greys, the maid-servants of the town. There were too many females to use them all, so rules were made to decide which ones were made and which ones were left untouched. The Greys were left unmade. They did the work in the town, tended the fields, raised the children, cleaned the houses, did the laundry, cooked and served the meals. The common-wives did other things. I was kept in the nursery until I was able to fed myself and change my clothes without assistance. The girls of our village had no time for play; they would spend their early years learning obedience and patience. I was five when I was sent to live among the Greys. These flat-chested women would train me to care for a house and those who lived within it. I wore a simple black frock that resembled those of the Greys, but clung more to my rail thin frame. The Greys taught me to sit quietly, back straight and legs tightly clenched together beneath my black frock. Unlike the mother at whose ample chest I suckled until I was old enough to wean, the Greys were flat-chested and quite thin. On my fifth birthday, I was sent to be trained as a handmaiden in the house of Grey women in the center of the village. There I wore the pale gray frock of a handmaiden, with a shorter skirt and less modest bodice than what I wore in the nursery. The young girls' frocks allowed for greater movement, necessary for doing chores. We slept together in a large room where we made our beds and took our meals and spent our days practicing our patience sitting in chairs waiting to be called upon. At the age of ten, I was assigned to the washroom where I would assist the elder Greys by scrubbing their backs and fetching soap or towels for them. I lived where I worked and slept next to the large stone basins. I ate from the trays of fruit and bread that would be brought to the washroom every morning and every evening. My next two years were spent in the laundry, scrubbing the linens, rinsing them or them hanging them to dry. It was endless work and I would miss meals because of it. I did not think that I would survive. I was moved to kitchen duty at the age of fourteen. There I prepared the food and scrubbed the pots. Again the work seemed endless, but meals were never missed. I slept on the floor of a small loft in the kitchen with the other young Greys who shared my duties. At fifteen I was moved to the pantry where the china was washed and stored. I would serve the meals and clean up after. I learned to balance heavy trays of food and china while moving quickly between the kitchen in the back of the house and the dining room. I carried large pitchers of water and ale, and learned to quickly dispense wine from a corked bottle. It was harder work than the laundry had been but my stamina and strength grew as I bustled to meet the demands of the women in the dining hall. At sixteen I moved to the upper floors where I worked as a chambermaid; I slept on a mattress in the attic and ate my meals in a back room above the kitchen. Our frocks were light gray then, the color of a fully trained servant although technically we were still in training as a maid. My duties included sweeping the floors, changing the beds, cleaning the lavatories and occasionally tending to the ladies. I would sit sometimes for hours brushing their hair or rubbing their feet while listening to them prattle on about their day. At nineteen, I was moved to the house of the councilmen. I was assigned as personal handmaiden to Thistle, a common-wife who lived near my sire's chambers. I would do whatever she asked of me and allow her to do as she pleased with me to learn the way of a common-wife. I slept at the foot of her bed when she had company and in her bed when she desired. Each morning, I would lie naked in her bed for inspection. She would brush her hand across my nipples and down over my flat belly. She then caressed my hairless mound and teased my tiny bumps with her tongue. She slipped her hand between my thighs and rubbed her fingers against my pleasure button. She pressed her finger against my tight little hole and slowly worked it inside me while she massaged my button with her thumb. As time passed, my legs spread in anticipation of her touch and my tiny hole stretched to accommodate more than one of her fingers. My little bumps grew larger and tingled at her touch. I moaned loudly as she worked her thumb against my bulging knob. When she had company I would sit quietly in a chair and watch her as she performed her duties. She would free their flaccid pricks and encourage them to grow by suckling upon them. She would allow them to pleasure themselves inside her throat. Sometimes they would back her against a wall and take their pleasure standing up and at other times they would take her upon the bed. I watched her take in pricks that I was certain would rip apart my tiny hole and worried that I could never be a common-wife. My sire's visits always fascinated me. He seemed to enjoy a game of refusal followed by force. The excitement of it made his prick grow hard and long and quite thick. Her raptures were most powerful when he took her, and I found myself dreaming of his massive prick. "Do you want this?" he would ask me while shoving the ball of it into my face. I dared not answer as chambermaids are forbidden to speak, but my lips and tongue betrayed my desire. In the last month of the year, he would require that I take his prick into my mouth. My lips parted eagerly; my tongue massaged it until it was stiff. Then, I would swallow it. He took his pleasure in my throat and filled my hungry belly with his hot drink. My body would ache for more of him as I watched him riding Thistle. My nipples would harden and the hole between my legs would drip. Changes had begun that could not be undone. On the eve of my twentieth birthday, I could not sleep. My heart raced and I complained of an itch between my legs that would not go away no matter how much I rubbed it. "It is time," Thistle said before she led me out into the cold moonlit night to a large clearing in the woods. At one edge of the clearing a large wooden altar rested at an angle against some trees. She made me lay on the altar while she fastened thick leather straps across my throat and wrists. "These are for your protection. They will not let you harm yourself. The changing is sometimes more than a girl can handle." I slept fitfully for a moment, or perhaps I had merely passed out. There were figures in the shadows watching while I struggled to free myself but only my unfettered legs could move about. My back ached as I hung there and the itch between my legs intensified. I heard Thistle laugh in the darkness and I grew strangely calm when I heard my sire's voice. In the streak of moonlight that lit the clearing, I saw cloaked shadows whose deep voices could only have belonged to men. A tall cloaked figure emerged from the group and announced, "Fate has Chosen me to make this common-wife." He dropped his cloak to the ground and strode to the foot of the altar. He stroked his prick with his large hands until it was quite long and stiff. I wanted to swallow it for him but my neck strap held secure. He placed his thumbs against my thighs; I parted my legs for him. He leaned forward, grabbed my hips with his large hands and firmly pressed the tip of his monstrous prick against the hesitant threshold of my tiny orifice. The bonds held securely as I struggled to break free, to escape the frightening and unfamiliar circumstances. He ignored my panic. My heart raced wildly as he rubbed his thumbs against my tiny button. He grabbed my thighs and forced my legs farther apart. "I've waited twenty years for this," he whispered, "I will have what is mine." His words fell like stones into still water; the ripples traveled through me as I realized just how much I wanted him. I raised my hips and pressed my belly against his. He took advantage of my position and stabbed his tip inside. He slammed our hips down onto the altar; the impact drove his prick deeper into me. His hands clenched my shoulders; his hips rocked gently until my hole fully grew loose around him. He attacked with a series of short rapid thrusts that left me breathless and followed with a sharp parry that drove his prick against my virgin's veil. I could feel his hot breath upon my neck as he ignored my cry of discomfort. I struggled to calm my racing heart. My tender nipples swelled and my little button ached beyond compare. He pressed forward with his hips and pulled himself farther up my quivering body. He raised his hips and withdrew his prick until only the tip remained inside. He held that position for what seemed an eternity while faces in the gathering crowd angled for a better view. "Make her now," an impatient voice commanded. He shifted his weight and grabbed my shoulders tightly. I raised my legs higher into the air to ease the re-entry of his massive prick. His hips slammed downward in a single violent thrust; his rock hard prick tore through my veil and emptied its hot sticky porridge. I cried out from the pain of his forceful entry; laughter echoed back to me, reminding me that we were not alone. I watched as he withdrew his bloodied tool, proof of his accomplishment, and stood over me displaying it for the approval of the elders. "Finish her," an elder commanded. My sire forced his long thick prick back inside my hole. He followed with several long slow thrusts that drove the full length it into me. I lay there helpless and crying from the sharp pains as his relentless prick wore away the remains of my tattered veil. His constant pace was my constant pain that somehow became constant pleasure. I began to writhe beneath him and to moan quite loudly. My fear and pain were replaced by ravenous lust and intense pleasure. My body shuddered with each stroke. He quickened his pace to a breakneck speed, pounding away at me hard and fast until I could not tell one stroke from another. I felt a shudder pass through me from head to toe and arched my back as his prick spilled another hot drink inside me. I could feel my hole tighten around his withering prick, massaging it back to full hardness. My body quivered uncontrollably beneath him as it struggled to drain him of every drop he had to offer. When the tremors subsided he licked some droplets off my engorged breasts; my breasts had swollen to the size of melons. My full breasts were heavy weights against my heaving chest. "You have come into your nectar," he smiled. My swollen breasts nearly filled his massive hands as he clutched them tightly "You are nearly complete." I smiled and kissed my handsomely endowed sire as I struggled to contain his effluence. I arched my back and held his throbbing prick tightly inside me while a shiver went through my spine. "You are everything that I knew you would be," he whispered between heavy breaths, "I could not have been more fortunate. It is a blessed man who gets to sex his own, to bring forth her first rapture," I heard the last of his words as the first violent convulsions surged through me, "to make of her a common-wife." Lilac and Three Separate Strangers One four-hour stretch of time on a chilly Wednesday night the week before Thanksgiving week. Three married men who never met each other. Three separate tales of promiscuous fun with the same 18 year old slut, who was a stranger to all of them -- before she sucked or fucked their fat married cocks. * * * * * * * * * * * * * JOHN'S TALE * * * * * * * * * * * * * Largely minding my own business as I shopped in the well-known lingerie store at our local shopping mall, my attention was grabbed by the delicious, intoxicating STENCH of wet, aching pussy -- coming from a petite, sexy blonde teenager. Her back and sides were mostly turned to me, as she perused through a table of very slutty, see-through negligees, camisoles and thongs. Wearing a tight floral babydoll top over skin-tight, pink leggings underneath an opened winter coat, the girl couldn't have been over 5 foot tall, nor over 100 pounds. Skinny and athletic with silky, golden-blonde hair brushed out straight, halfway down her slim back, she had only slightly-protruding little titties on her small torso. Unfortunately I couldn't see her butt, it was hidden underneath her black, knee-length coat. Her face was narrow, bony, with thin pink lips and wide hazel eyes, and a soft, dainty mouth. Over her shoulder was slung a large, canvas-type bag, perhaps an oversized purse if you will. Being married and 52 years old, although I still have a fit body, I normally wouldn't have lingered to stare at a young thing like her. Girls her age usually aren't shopping for lingerie to impress guys more than two or three times her age. Hell, she checked her watch, she looked nervous and fidgety, it seemed she wasn't going to be long at the story anyway. But standing only four or five feet away from her, that musky scent of wet young pussy infiltrated up my nose, and all of a sudden my body reaction instinctively. My heart missed a skip, my six-inch penis engorged in my briefs and slacks, my mouth watered. The young woman was in heat, and her body was telling any male close enough to smell it. Fortunately, at that moment, I was the only one. I still might not have spoken to her, except she gave me an opportunity. Holding up a white negligee with matching, G-string thong, she was peering at the tags closely. Then she did the same with an identical black outfit. And she looked up, puzzled, as if seeking out a sales associate for assistance. My dick told me to say something to her. I was not in her line of sight, so I coughed, and tried to act as casual as I could. I hadn't picked up a female in about two decades, so I found myself a little apprehensive myself. "Those are real pretty," I told her, pointing at the outfits in her little hands, "which one are you going to get?" Nodding to her very pale complexion and long golden hair, the fashion maven in me offered an unsolicited opinion. "At this time of year, the black one would be appropriate -- but there's an innocent, angelic look about the white, too, I guess." The young woman blinked her hazel eyes at me, wide-eyed, almost shocked I'd said anything I think. Her soft, melodic voice quivered as she spoke. "Uhhh -- yeah -- uhh, do you know if, like, this is the price for both pieces?" She help up the price tag of the white negligee, while her other hand dropped the black garments to grab the tag of the white thong. "It's a two-piece, but I don't know." Naturally, I took a look. The negligee's tag was $54; the thong didn't have a price. The cardboard placard in the middle of the round table said, "Great two-piece sets!" So I figured that was an easy question. "Looks like it's the price for both," I told her nonchalantly, handing back the white garment. My brain was picturing her wearing it, and the idea was making my cock even more painfully hard. Some boyfriend was going to get very lucky, seeing her skinny young body wearing it. "Can't decide between white or black?" Her nervous smile flashed at me while her slim shoulders wiggled under her coat. "I dunno -- maybe -- wasn't really sure I was gonna get something, anyway." She checked her watch again, a slim red band with a tiny round dial on her frail wrist. "Oh, you should," I reassured with a low, husky voice. I looked around the store, we were in the back corner, it was about 4:30 p.m. in the middle of the week, so the store -- indeed the entire shopping mall -- was not crowded yet. "A young man will be very, very happy you got something like this." Wow, was that forward of me or what? Normally I would never say that to a stranger, particularly a girl her age, but I could smell her drenched vagina through her clothing. She was in heat. I figured she wouldn't get mad at me. I was right -- she wasn't mad. She blushed. "Oh, um, well -- yeah, you're right." She bit her thin lower lip, as if to stop herself from saying something. Instead, her big hazel eyes just looked up at me, and she nervously giggled. And suddenly, I had an infinitely horny idea, and I made an offer that I'd never have imagined I would ever make to a young female. "So, if you want," I said to the sexy, slim blonde as I moved to stand almost directly next to her, "because you are so pretty and deserve to have a smile on your face, I'll make you an offer -- I'll buy BOTH of these for you, the white and the black one -- on just one little condition." Yeah, I figured that would get her attention. She remained silent, staring up at me -- I was over a foot taller than her -- and blinking again. "Ummm -- no way, really? But, like, what's the condition?" Again, the sharp aroma of her wet pussy convinced me to continue laying out the deal. "If you go into the dressing room and put one of them on -- the white one, perhaps -- and just let me poke my head in to SEE it -- just look, is all, while you model it for me -- then I'll buy them both for you." My heart wasn't moving, as I said it. I could hear the blood rushing through my ears. I couldn't believe myself, asking her that! I hadn't cheated on my wife in almost six years, and just asking to see a girl her age in a negligee and thong was probably going to make me feel guilty for another six years. Nor did the girl believe I said it, her slim, pretty face leaning forward, eyes growing even wider, her mouth turning up with a startled grin. But then I could see the wheels in her head trying to formulate a proper denial; she looked at her watch, her arms pushed her coat to cover her body a little bit, as if retreated into a shell. "Oh, I mean -- well, I don't know if I have time -- I need to catch this stupid bus, my mom has the other car today, I've got to get to Henleyville for some stupid college interview thingy -- well not an interview I guess -- but, like, I don't know--" She was babbling excuses, trying to talk to put herself at ease, and I didn't want to make her feel bad. I'd put her on the spot. I really didn't expect her to accept the offer, anyway; it was just a spur-of-the-moment fantasy I allowed to spill out of my foul mouth. "Oh, you don't have to explain -- I'm a complete stranger, and I'm probably 30 years older than you, I understand." But not wanting to give up the fantasy, I made one quick sales pitch. "You're just so sexy and pretty, I figured it might be an easy way for you to get two lovely nighties for yourself -- all I'm asking it to look, just for a few seconds." Then, I put on the charm with a very friendly smile. I was being completely honest with her, too; I had no ulterior motives. I wasn't sure I was emotionally ready to stick my penis into another female's pussy; I was telling myself, I still hadn't forgiven myself for fucking my neighbor's 25 year old daughter those few years ago. (I tell myself that every time I masturbate, imagining those times the that hot redhead bounced her big-titted body up and down my pole.) This blonde, however, gave me a hungry look, like she was missing something. The odor of her drenched twat probably explained it; she was missing a male dick in her pussy, she was incredibly aroused for whatever reason, and my offer -- while it wasn't going to fill that empty cunt -- was striking the right chord with her. Glancing down at the white garment in her hand, then the black negligee on the table next to her, she turned to smile up at me again. Her tone was playful now, much more enthusiastic. "So -- you're just gonna look, right -- you promise?" That was a promise I readily made for her, with every assurance. "Hmmm!" She looked around the store, finding it mostly empty; and the dressing rooms, back through a door in the rear of the store, looked deserted. She was still convincing herself, but the offer seemed to meet her price point. Two free garments, and all she had to do was model for a few seconds. But it was almost too good to be true. "Okay -- maybe -- you're, like, just gonna take a peek, right -- that's it?" While my stiff married erection would have answered differently, I was pretty resolute about my intentions. "Just a peek!" You know, looking back on that moment, if I had ulterior intentions and wanted to do more than just look, I probably wouldn't have been able to close the deal. I'm not a great liar. I think she saw the honesty in my face, and coupled with whatever thoughts were making her horny, the girl was extremely tempted. Tempted enough to say, yes. A couple minutes later, I was standing anxiously outside the closed, full-size door of one of the stalls in the brightly-lit but dark-walled dressing room at the back. With my dick swollen and pulsating in my pants, I continuously checked around to make sure no one was wondering why some middle-aged pervert was loitering around the stalls. Inside the closed wooden door, I heard some soft thumps as the girl was doing whatever she was doing. I couldn't believe this was actually going to happen. To kill some time and make sure she wasn't escaping out a secret door, I couldn't resist talking to her through the door. I figured I better make sure she was old enough; cheating was one thing, going to jail was another. Fortunately, she confirmed she was 18 years old, which is what I'd guessed. Phew! Then I told her my name was John, and she softly said back to me, "I'm Lilac." Pretty name, wasn't it? With the door still shut, I asked about this college interview she had to go do. The blonde said, it was some guy her mom knew, he helped high school students get into college -- so her mom made the appointment. The girl wasn't excited about it, she hated riding the bus, and she wasn't particularly interested in going to college next year anyway. But then, she fell silent a few seconds, followed by magic words with a hushed level but excited squeal: "Okay, you can come in for a sec -- just to take a look, right?" My hand was already on the door knob before her quiet voice finished. With a quick final peek over my shoulder to be sure no one in the store was watching me, I slipped into the stall. As my hand shut the door behind me, my eyes fell on the most gorgeous young creature I'd ever spied in all my five decades plus of life. This blonde didn't have an ounce of flab or fat on her entire, sleek figure; her skin was creamy white, smooth, unblemished. Her stomach was tight and narrow, her legs slim and athletic. The negligee had spaghetti straps, revealing bony, narrow shoulders; below, a lacy pattern mostly hid her smallish teen boobs, but I could make out the locations of pale pink areolae underneath the fabric. The lower half of the negligee was wispy and virtually transparent, so I could also spy her white string thong, arching high over her skinny hips, and just a small lacy panel covering her crotch. It took was not entirely transparent, but I thought I could make out the shadow of a dark slit inside. I saw no evidence of pubic hair. Her green eyes excitedly gazing at my reaction, she let me admire her front side for a few seconds before spinning around, without request. Now my married eyesight fell on her mouthwateringly exquisite little ass -- perky, soft, smooth, without fat either. Twin, tight muscles, split down the middle by the white string of the thong. She pushed her hips towards me, showing off that incredible derriere even better. Looking over my shoulder, she saw that I was appropriately staring at her hot teen ass, and she grinned appreciatively. "Fuuuck," I moaned, licking my lips, feeling my penis burning heat against my belly inside my pants, "you're fucking delicious in that -- just so fucking gorgeous, looks so good on you!" But there was a reason for that, as I told her in my next half-breath. "I think anything would look great on you -- your body is perfect, just perfect." "Mmm, you think?" She stood up again, facing me, her slight arms behind her little body, so her petite chest stuck forward at me. Her back arched, pushing her little boobies forward in the negligee. I nodded in affirmance of my comment. "Your gorgeous and your body is perfect -- plus," I added with a wink, "I could tell you're really horny today, you smelled so sexy." "Oh yeah?" I don't think she knew her pussy was smelling so wet, but she didn't deny it. Instead, standing there, she squeezed her thighs together, confirming the aching in her pussy. "I've been like that all day, all week really -- I can't stop it." Her pale face blushed a shade of crimson, as some guilty feelings spilled from her lips. I could sense she wanted to tell me whatever it was making her horny. "I'm going, like, on a trip this weekend, with like -- well, this guy -- we're going to a bed 'n breakfast Friday night, and I can't like, stop thinking about it." Shit, my cock just grew even harder, if that was possible. I wanted to touch it so badly, it was throbbing for attention. "Is that right -- very lucky guy -- you figured you'd stop by and get yourself a sexy nightie for the trip, huh?" I could just picture her slim body riding some huge cock, I figured her cunt was amazingly tight. "But you probably won't have it on very long, he's going to fuck your brains out, isn't he?" Her eyes caught mine, and in a moment of embarrassment, she giggled uncontrollably. "Oh -- yeah, probably -- that's why we're going together!" Her hands were moving now, sliding up her skinny hips, up towards her breasts. Making sure I was watching, she cupped both her boobies in her small hands, fondling herself through her negligee. "Mmm, so I look good in this?" The little slut was teasing me, but then again, I'd asked her to, basically. I quickly nodded with a sneer. "You look fabulous in that outfit -- but you'll look even better for your boyfriend when you're OUT of that outfit." "Oh?" She looked at my eyes again, but that blushing color was gone, replaced by an evil twinkle in her eye. "You think I'd be more sexy not wearing something to bed?" My penis was craving attention, I could feel precum leaking against my underwear. "Well, if it were up to me," I gasped, intently focused on her small hands groping her own breasts through the negligee, "I'd want to see you in it a little bit -- but then want to watch you strip it off too." Then I saw her eyes move, from my face, to my crotch, the horny slut was checking out my package. "Mmm, strip it off -- like this?" Without a further word, she pulled up the wispy, white negligee in both hands, over her golden-haired head, tossing it down -- showing off her creamy teenage breasts, with small pink nipples standing firmly at attention. Giggling proudly, she spun her back to me again, bending over, peeling off the thong to her bony ankles, stepping out of them. "I shouldn't get this so wet," she muttered to herself as she disrobed completely, placing the small thong on the bench to her side as she stood up, back to me still, completely naked. Spinning around to face me, she saw me locked onto the sight of her cunt -- shaved smooth and hairless, glistening wet, pink and delicious. Her sexy little breasts, probably about A-cups on that petite rib cage, made my mouth hungry too. Allowing me to review her nude body for a few seconds, she finally broke the silence. "There, like that?" "Fuuuck," I moaned again, staring at her 18 year old vagina, wanting it so badly. "Yeah, you do look better that way -- so fucking good, sweetie." The only thing she was wearing was that little watch, which she quickly checked again. "I got just a couple of minutes then gotta be going." Her eyesight turned again to the bulge in my slacks. "Anything else I can do for you, for a couple of minutes?" Yes, I wanted to fuck her so badly. So fucking badly. But my brain was still in control; I had promised myself, I was going to be good and not take it any farther than looking -- although I hadn't counted on her exposing her nude teenage body either. "A couple of minutes, huh?" A manly gloat erupted from my chest in the form of a hearty snicker. "I'd need more than a couple minutes with you, more like, couple of hours." The teenage slut, taking my comment as a sort of "YES," took a slight step away from me. She looked around behind her, finding only the small bench to her one side, and she pouted. I could tell she was looking for a place to lie back and spread open her legs for me; she wanted me to fuck her, even though we'd only just met. "Well, I only have a couple minutes right now," the teenager smiled invitingly at me. "That's enough for now, isn't it?" She'd been fucking too many teenage boys with no stamina, I thought to myself with a chuckle. "Well -- I'm married," I told her, thinking of a way of letting her down, "So, to be honest, a minute or an hour, I can't, really, you know--" The blonde pouted at me, disappointment racing across her young face. "What's with you married guys?" The acidic tone of her voice combined with a sneer of dismay. "Why can't you all just say 'yes' the first time when asked?" Her eyes rolled, there was clearly some history there to which i wasn't privy. But she let it pass. "Well, can you at least let me see your dick -- fair's fair, right?" We were staring at each other again, only she wasn't really smiling, she was more mad than anything else. Meanwhile, I was receiving a message from down below on my body. Yes, yes, let me come out to play, my penis was begging eagerly, show me to her! Shrugging as if it didn't make a difference to me, I unzipped and unsnapped my pants, then pushed down my underwear and slacks simultaneously, just below my meaty ass. My six inch erection fell free, pointing right at the girl. My swollen cockhead was wet with precum, my ribbed shaft throbbing with heat. I knew I wasn't huge, but I gave her a proud smile, while sticking my cock towards the nude teenager. "Mmm, this what you like to see?" "Ooh, yeah!" The girl's hazel eyes were glued to the sight of my johnson, measuring it and perhaps sensing its heat. The stench of aroused genitalia had to be thick, now, in our stall, with my married cock joining her naked body on display. "Mmm, it looks hard!" I snickered, pushing my hips forward. My dick did want to fuck her incredibly badly. "It's rock hard, you're so fucking sexy, so gorgeous." "Well, then," snorted the girl under her breath, taking two then three steps towards me, reaching her petite hand out to my crotch, "if you won't FUCK me with it, at least let me SUCK it for you?" Immediately, the nude blonde was on her knees in front of me, gazing up to my face with lust in her hazel eyes, her slender hand wrapped around my erection, palm pressed against it, her fingers around it. She expertly pulled back the skin on it, jerking her fist over the base, pointing my dickhead at her mouth. "Hmmm, can I suck it for you, mister?" "Shit, we just met," I laughed back, my hands against the walls to steady myself. I was going to say yes to this, I wanted her to suck my dick. "You must be one hot little slut, wanting to suck me off." Lilac and Three Separate Strangers The comment seemed to please her. "Mmm, well, if the boot fits?" She giggled, it was a reference to a movie line I didn't know at the time. (Google it and find out for yourself; it was something an 18 year old would know, from her childhood.) Keeping her big eyes on my face, she watched my reaction as her thin lips parted, and swallowed my throbbing peckerhead. Her mouth was velvety soft, warm too. She hummed against my penis, sucking my dick an inch or two into her high school mouth, her fist pumping slowly on my base. Salivating on my erection, she sucked more into her mouth, deeper, lavishing saliva over my shaft and warmly wrapping those lips around my married penis. "Oooh, fuck yeah, honey," I panted, pushing my hips forward, one of my hands on her small, blonde head, feeling her skull bobbing as she sucked me off, "suck my dick, you've got me so fucking hard!" The blonde was a great little cocksucker, although that didn't surprise me. Her lips moved back and forth, taking in more of my shaft, almost four inches, with just her fist wrapped around the base, sandwiched between my hairy abdomen and her lips. Pumping her head back then plunging down, she made love to my dick with her mouth, making it warm, squeezing it in her mouth, while her tongue licked furiously up and down my dickhead and soft underside. I was pumping slightly, so turned on, watching not just her pretty mouth with my penis inside it, but her soft little buttocks as she bent forward on her knees, sucking off my erection. I watched her hand, sliding between her thighs, she was fingering her clitoris while sucking me. The young woman wanted to get laid so badly, didn't she? I started thinking, maybe I should -- maybe I should just push her to her back, spread open her skinny, creamy thighs, and jam my penis into her pink twat. It's what she wanted, wasn't it? Instinctively, I put my hand on her bobbing skull, feeling it pumping back and forth while her lips tightly sucked my penis. Her long, golden hair was silky and inviting, and I found my fingers sliding into her hair, grabbing it behind her head, tightening my fist as the long strands of her hair spilled between my fingers. Balling up her long hair in my one hand, right behind her skull, I could not only feel her mouth pumping back and forth on my dick, but I could make her go faster, and deeper. She let me, too, allowing my hand gripping her long hair to push her head closer to me, squeezing more of my dick into her wet, hot mouth. The tightness of her throat's entrance on my swollen cockhead felt amazing. Yanking her hair with my fist, I pulled her mouth back and let her catch her breath -- then I shoved her forward again, filling her mouth with my penis again, and poking some of my cockhead into her throat, if just a little. "Uhhh, yeah, baby," I gasped, watching the naked, cocksucking bitch finger-fucking herself while I made her mouth and throat suck and fuck my aching, throbbing penis, "you like cock, don't you -- you suck it so good!" She looked up at me with big, pouty green eyes. "Mmm, hmmm!" Her lips smiled around my erection, while she continued sliding her wet lips and tongue up and down the top few inches of my shaft. She broke off the blowjob for an instant of a second, just to gasp at me anxiously, "Mmmm, I love cock!" What a slut, I thought -- stripping nude then sucking off a guy who was a complete stranger to her, and so much older than her too. Of course, that made me a slut too, didn't it? "Uhhh, fuuuck -- yeahhh!" My thoughts were interrupted by a sudden swelling in my belly. I felt cum suddenly erupt out of my balls, shooting through my tube, flooding into the girl's mouth. It was the fastest orgasm I could remember in years. "Shit, you hot slut -- fuuuck, I'm cumming!" She needed no explanation. Keeping her fist around the base, pumping hard, her mouth swallowed just my cockhead so I could unload my orgasm on her tongue, inside her closed cheeks. The blonde was moaning back at me, letting me pour my sperm into her mouth, holding it all inside. The suddenness of my orgasm didn't seem to displease her, she was milking my boner with her fist, drawing out every drop. I gasped and spasmed, my legs weak, as I pumped squirt after squirt of my seed into the blonde's young mouth. Then, when she felt my last few dribbles, she leaned back, sitting her nude butt on her ankles, smiling up at me -- and she swallowed my entire load, sucking it down to her tummy. "Fuck, sweetie," I gasped, sweating, "sorry that was so fast -- you're so fucking sexy!" The horny high school senior snickered at me, grinning, licking the flavors of my semen out of her mouth still. "Mmm, that was so hot," she panted, finally opening her mouth, "I couldn't stay long anyway." I helped her to her feet, and suddenly it was very strange. I was with a naked teenager! I really needed to get out of the stall, lest I get discovered. The girl was surprised to find me waiting for her, as she exited the dressing rooms a few minutes later, coat back on and her bag (or purse or whatever it was) slung over her shoulder. But I'm a man of my word, I paid for the white garment -- the thong now soiled with her wet pussy juices -- as well as the black one. I paid in cash, so my wife wouldn't have questions on the monthly bill. Then the blonde accepted the two garments, discarding the paper bag from the store and stuffing the closing instead into her large, over-the-shoulder purse. To my mixed emotions, she didn't want my cellphone number. I really wasn't looking for an affair, but it would have been nice had she just asked for it. Instead, feeling jilted, I stood in the middle of the shopping mall's hallway, watching the petite blonde in her winter coat scurrying away from me to catch a bus, my spermies swimming around in her stomach. * * * * * * * * * * * * * PETE'S TALE * * * * * * * * * * * * * Sitting on that public city bus next to a gorgeous, little, teenage blonde, all I could think about was the incredibly strong scent from her hot, drenched cunt. I'd taken the seat next to her on the half-packed bus because she looked tiny. I'm 6 foot 2 and 230 pounds, so I preferred sitting on the bus next to someone who looked under 100 pounds, and would have ample seat space. But when I spied the empty seat next to her, as she pressed herself against the window, I was sure not to miss that she was fucking hot, too. A thin face, long golden hair that was slightly mussed up, and big hazel eyes. She looked like she was in college, maybe, and I was sure she was a very popular girl, she looked fucking hot. But then, as I deposited myself next to her, I detected the wonderful flavor of that hot cunt she had! There was no mistaking it, it was her pussy and it was wet. It wasn't body odor; it wasn't bad breath; it wasn't from anyone else. No, I could see her fidgeting as she sat next to me, her eyes staring out the window not to make eye contact with anyone, she was cooking in her own juices. Her thin hips inside her black winter coat were gyrating slightly; her skinny thighs, wrapped in skin-tight ankle-long, pink leggings, were pressed together, undoubtedly to try and satisfy an aching in her pussy inside her clothing. Look, I could tell when a bitch was in heat. Although I'm married, I still fuck around -- and at age 34, I'd had my share of cock-hungry 20-something year old sluts the last six years since my wedding. I'm good looking and, with my manly figure and seven inches of hard cock, I get offers time to time to put smiles on women's faces. I try not to disappoint them, and lucky me, haven't done so. So not just visually examining but also smelling this young female, I instantly knew she was hot for cock. That pussy inside her tight clothing was dying for attention. As the bus lumbered noisily from stop to stop, with the graying, damp mid-November afternoon passing outside, all I could think about now was this hot little vixen next to me. She was holding this large, over-the-shoulder bag on her lap, as if to hide the aching sensations inside her crotch. Her state of arousal was making me just as horny, too; my penis was fully erect, wanting to burst out of my pants. The bus hit a pothole, everything bounced hard a few seconds, including the two of us. I saw her head rock around, and almost by accident, the blonde was staring at the bulge in my crotch. There was no denying it, she saw I had a tent in my slacks, and a big one at that. Then, in the next moment, her big, hazel eyes flirted up to my face. That instinctive look, checking to see if I'd noticed her gazing at my crotch. She found me looking into her face, eye to eye. Yes, I'd caught her. The girl bit her lower lip, looking at the handsome stranger next to her, then blushed and turned away. Staring out the window, pretending that moment didn't just happen. I knew that look in her eyes, and I could see, she appreciated the size of the bulge on my pants. It only made me harder for her. So I checked my watch. I'd be home in 10 minutes; my wife would be home in about an hour or 90 minutes, something like that. Damn, if I could just get this young thing to my apartment, I could relieve that wetness in her pussy! You know what I hate? Wimps. Guys who think women want to be treated like "equals." Maybe some do, but some women want MEN. There's a difference between the sexes -- one is sexy to attract attention, one is the hunter that provides the attention. That's just how I see it. And I'm a man of action. I take what I want. This girl's cunt needed taking. But I needed to check something first. I nudged her, getting her attention again. Her face turned around to look at me, but nervously. Still, I saw the hunger in her eyes, maybe not for me specifically. "How old are you?" I asked, trying to sound relaxed and casual. "You 18 yet?" At first, she didn't want to answer, but when I didn't stop gazing at her gorgeous thin face, she relented. "Yeah -- 18 -- in high school, why?" Mmm, perfect answer. "Well," I explained with a playful grin, "because if you weren't 18 yet, I couldn't do THIS." And, without further warning, I stuffed my hand closed to her body into her crotch, my stiffened fingers immediately rubbing over her wet teenage pussy inside her thin clothing, grinding fingertips on her clitoris instantly. The girl's jaw dropped, her sexy hazel eyes gazed at me, and her small, young hand shot to my thick wrist while her thighs squeezed extra hard around my fingers. "Shit!" she blurted out, her small fingers wrapping around my wrist, feeling my married digits probing against her high-school pussy through the very thin fabric of her Lycra leggings, and whatever panties or thong was inside them. Only, her hand wasn't trying to take my hand away from her. Instead, she was just feeling my hand moving, grinding pressure on her pussylips and clitoris. Her ass slid forward on her seat a little, her knees parted slightly, and looking at my face, she stared into my brown eyes. The slut wanted me to do it. She wanted me to rub her cunt for her. As the bus rocked down the chilly street through traffic, we two strangers shared a delicious moment together, my powerful hand rubbing heat and pleasure up and down on her small pussy inside her clothing. She bit her lip, trying not to cry out, she was so fucking aroused that I think she wanted to orgasm almost immediately. I didn't know what had made her so horny, but I sure loved that I found her in this state. She let me masturbate her right there, on the bus, the sex hidden by her large bag on her lap that she pulled directly over my hand to hide it. The bus lurched to a stop, the doors hissed open. I knew the neighborhood, I knew the bad news. "Listen, honey," I whispered in her ear, my fingers not stopping from grinding pressure against her small cunt in her now-damp leggings, "I'm at the next stop -- live two blocks away -- my wife won't be home for a bit, you wanna come up with me and I'll take care of this for you?" The petite blonde was eagerly staring at my handsome face, but she hesitating. I could she her body wanted to accept, but she was reticent. "I can't," she pouted, "I got this appointment, I don't -- I can't be late." Her pussy was sizzling warm, I could feel the musky heat between her slim thighs, and my fingers were wet even though she was fully clothed. She was soiling her panties and leggings, the little hussy was so horny. "There's another bus that comes be in 35 minutes," I told her from memory, knowing the route from my office to home perfectly well, "and trust me, you wanna be late if you can -- I'm pretty thick, it'll give you exactly what you want right now." I nodded with a sneer. "And I know exactly what you want." The blonde's response? I felt her small hand reach to my crotch, grabbing my penis inside, exploring its size through my slacks. And I let her. Her little fingers wrapped around my fat base, testing the girth and stiffness, then she probed further to find my fat balls and, seven inches above them, my swollen cockhead. My cock met her standards. "Just half an hour," she giggled at me, her sexy young face blushing with anticipation from accepting the sexual offer of a complete stranger, "I really gotta be there." I nodded with a leering stare, my three stiff fingers still rubbing up and down on her vaginal lips and wet clitoris. "Like I said, my wife is home soon -- I only got a half hour anyway, baby." Then, snickering at how slutty she was, I asked, "You wanna know my name? Wanna tell me yours?" The hot, horny slut shrugged. "Sure, if you want -- I'm Lilac." Interesting name. I thought about lying to her, but I figured, she might be good for a long fuck some other time, so I told her the truth. "I'm Pete -- and you're really fucking hot, Lila." "Lilac," she corrected me, but not really caring. Her small hips were undulating in her coat, letting me masturbate her to an even more aroused state. "You sure this is okay?" "Very sure," I promised, continuing to masturbate her powerfully until the bus reached my stop a minute later. By now, the bitch could hardly walk, but she took my hand as I led her off the bus and down the cold, darkening street. "See that high rise? That's our building. We'll go in the back entrance, off the parking lot." I led the horny bitch into the building, up the back elevator, and down our dim hallway. With both of us finding the five-minute walk too long, I was fumbling my keys to let us into my place. I hadn't taken a girl back here in a couple of years, and I was nervous for that very reason. "Here," I finally said as the door gave way, and I pushed it aside to pull her into my place. Not waiting around, I dragged the hussy straight into our guest bedroom, kicking the door closed. My dick was so hard for her, as I pulled her into my arms standing behind her after removing her coat. She felt my swollen penis against the small of her petite back and on her little tight ass, grinding against her floral babydoll top and pink leggings. My mouth fell to her neck, which she exposed by rolling her head and long hair to one side, letting me lick and suck her soft skin while my hands reached around her torso, cupping her A-cup boobies through her top, fondling and groping them inside her top and bra. She let out an excited, anxious squeal, she was hot for sex. Her hand reached behind herself, finding my dick pressed against her body, and she squeezed it aggressively. Suddenly, the clothing was flying off. The tiny blonde was backing up towards my guest bed, pulling off her top and bra, exposing these very sexy, very small A-cup titties with soft pink nipples. I unbuttoned my dress shirt in record time, pulling it off to proudly reveal my mostly-hairless chest, firm from daily workouts, barely any flab on me. Her eyes devoured the sight of my nude torso when she bent down, thumbs hooked in her pink leggings and panties, removing them too. Now she stood up wearing only white ankle stocks and a red-banded little watch, pushing her long golden hair over her bony shoulder, showing off her perky little titties and wet, shaved pussy. What a teen cunt she had: pink, glistening, dripping, and smelling delicious. Crawling onto her back on the bed, spreading her creamy thighs to expose her cunt, the teenage blonde watched me remove my pants and underwear, until my seven inches of thick, glorious heaven were sticking out of my flat abdomen. My cock has good thickness, women are always complementing it, and the look on the young slut's face only further confirmed it. She let out a low moan at the sight of the tool I was going to use on her. Her eyes came off of the sight of my married dick, up my fit chest, to my handsome face. She looked almost apologetic, she was so horny and exposed to a complete stranger. "I can't believe we're gonna do this," she muttered anxiously. She wasn't complaining; she was excited. Wrapping her slim fingers around her small knees, she spread herself even more open for me as I crawled onto the bed, heading towards her. I focused my sight on her wet, drenched little cunt, dripping with desperation, soaked in her juices. As I neared her body, my mouth watered, I wanted to taste teenage pussy. I hadn't fucked an 18 year old since the week of my wedding (my wife's cousin), I was dying to savor some young pussy again. Instinctively, my mouth planted on her twat, my fat strong tongue powerfully lapping against her steamy wet clitoris, sucking juices into my mouth. She shrieked, her hands grabbed my head, smashing her pelvis into my face. The young tramp was fucking drenched; my lips and chin were instantly coated in her thick, slick pussy juices. I heard her scream, her body shook and she started gyrating that wet cunt against my mouth. Looking up her skinny body, I saw her little hands grasping her petite tits, she was pinching and stroking her sizzling hard little nipples already. Shit, she had a tight pussy -- I could feel the walls closing on my tongue, the moment I thrust it inside her hole. Her scream turned into a pitched wail, when she felt my married tongue starting to probe her vagina. But I wanted test just how tight she was, so I pulled my tongue out and -- keeping my tongue planted on her clitty -- I rose my face up, giving my hand room to shove a single, stiff finger into her twat. The girl shrieked aloud again, and I grunted in pain myself, feeling her vice-like young cunt clamping down on my ring finger. "Fuckin' tight!" I moaned as I lapped my tongue around her clitoris, sliding my ring finger deep into that tight little hole, until my wedding band was against her 18 year old pussy lips. Twisting my finger around, bending it, I teased her G-spot deep in her cunt, making her skinny body tremble, drawing howls of delight from your oversexed blonde tramp. She sucked in air, then let out a demand for mercy. "Honey," the girl barked at me, "I want your cock -- fuck me with your cock, I need it so bad!" I'd barely had my tongue and finger inside her pussy, but I wasn't arguing. I pulled out, sucking her juices off of my ring finger, then climbed on top of her body. Her skinny legs were pulled to the sides, her small feet in white socks sticking out to the sides of my body. I positioned my firm male physique over her small teen frame, pushing my swollen erection straight to her cunt. Looking down at the gorgeous whore, the sexy blonde's big hazel eyes were staring at my smooth, most-hairless chest, and my fat erection about to invade her cunt. "Yes!" She was already begging for it, her eyes gazing down my body to my stiff penis, right against her cunt. "Fuck me!" I was repositioning my knees, to get better leverage, and her youthful anticipation was making me snicker. "Damn, you little slut, you really need it don't you?" Lilac and Three Separate Strangers Her shriek echoed through the bedroom. "Yes! I do!" My dickhead found her wet hole, and as we both wiggled our bodies, my helmet was kissing her magical, soft entrance to her pussy. With one shove, I thrust forward, and I was fucking the girl I'd just met on the bus not even 15 or 20 minutes earlier. Fuck, was she tight! Roaring in dismay, I could barely get my cockhead inside her high school pussy at first, having to hammer her body hard with my thrusts. Her hands gripped my asscheeks, pulling me forward, while her bony legs wrapped around me to keep me inside of her. Pounding forward with thrusts, staring at her face and little titties that were flat like pancakes on her small chest as she lay back, I started drilling the pressure of her tight vagina with powerful thrusts forward, like a jackhammer, punching into the tightness of her twat. The bitch was wincing, her eyes closed, she was barely breathing, feeling my fat cock fucking her. The girl's shaved bald cuntlips stretched around my erection, swallowing me, squeezing my aching tube as I fed her more man-meat, bit by bit. And she was a talker, too -- moaning at the top of her lungs as I stuck her. "Uhhhh! Uhhhh! Fuuuck meeee! Yessssss! Uhhhhh!" Soon she was getting more wet and more loose, and I could start pumping my cock back and forth, sliding it in and out of her vagina, hearing how sloppy wet she was. Leaning above her with my arms straight below me, watching her gorgeous young, narrow face and those awesome little titties, I enjoyed the view of the nude slut underneath me while I plunged five fat inches of my dick into her cunt, withdrawing most of the way, and shoving back inside her, over and over. Her small hands reached up to my thick neck, holding herself underneath me, and our eyes met. Suddenly we were laughing at each other, having sex like this so suddenly. "You're so fucking hot," I told her, "I don't care what made you so fucking horny today, but you're in fuckin' heat!" "Uhhhhh yesssssss!" The youngster bit her lip, blushing a little at the stranger fucking her bald cunt. "I've been so horny all fucking week," she squealed with a high-pitched, school-girl voice, "I'm looking forward to getting fucked by this guy this weekend -- this wonderful man I've known for so long, who's going to fuck me like his little cumslut this weekend -- and now I just want to fuck every hot dick I see!" I winked at the complement, but found myself wishing I was this other guy who was going to fuck her all weekend. Sucking in air, I gathered my strength and began boning her more ferociously, really pounding my weight into her small frame, knocking air out of her lungs each time, making her pant and grunt from the skin-on-skin impacts. Her petite, silky cunt gripped my thick married pecker with more pressure than any pussy I'd fucked in ages, and I could barely get my entire length inside of her because I was almost too fat for her pussy. But I kept jamming away, pounding into her small body, until I felt all of my seven inches inside her teenage pussy, driving it into the very deepest, most tight depths of that wet, warm tube. How ironic, she was waiting to fuck some "wonderful" guy she'd been holding out for "so long" -- but she was letting me fuck her and I'd only just met her, and she had no idea whether I was a saint or a prick. What a hot little tramp she was! "Fuckin' slutty of you," I laughed at the thought, watching her smallish, creamy tits jiggling on her chest as I fucked her, "to fuck a guy you just met on the bus -- you must be a fun fuckin' date!" The blonde bitch giggled at me, her small, soft hands rubbing the muscles and sweat on my smooth chest. "Mmm, you're fuckin' hot too, baby," she groaned at me, her hazel eyes admiring my sexy body, "I love married men who wanna fuck a high school pussy!" Then, gazing into my eyes, she screamed, "You love that I'm a cumslut -- fill my cunt with your cum, baby! Uhhhh!" What a fucking whore, she was turning out to be! I sneered in agreement at her, remaining towering above her, my body leaning over her small frame, my powerful legs driving my super-fat penis into her barely legal pussylips. Sunk all the way inside her, I swirled my hips around, grinding against her, teasing her clitoris with my thick pubic hairs above the base of my penis. Suddenly the blonde began shrieking again, her legs twitching, and she sucked in air while arching her back -- a powerful orgasm quaking through her little body. I was giving her what she came for, a good climax! Burying my bone into her tight snatch, I let the young slut scream and gasp through her first cum. She started whining, taking short, powerful breaths accompanied by high-pitched shrieks, and her bony little fingers gripped my upper arms and shoulders until the spasms of her cum were done. Now, her pussy was soaking wet, drooling all over my hard cock and balls, coating my flat tummy and meaty thighs too. As she regained her senses, looking into my eyes and sucking in more air, I could tell she was readying herself for lots more fucking. Lots more, and I was going to give it to her. Pounding hard into her, each thrust banging my manly pelvis against her small frame, I was pushing the little hussy around our guest bed. I looked down at the awesome sight, watching my red-hard shaft sliding in and out of the girl's shaved, teenage pussylips. Those pink lips stretched wide, swallowing my erection over and over. She lifted her tangled, blonde head too, looking down at the sight as I was, watching us fuck. "Uhhh! Ohhhh shiiiiiit!" she moaned again, blurting it out, "uhhhh -- you're so hot -- fuuuck meee -- I love your cock, fuck me more!" For whatever reason, at that moment, our eyes were locked on each other, and it just happened. I moved forward, so did she, and we began making out. Kissing hard, tongues wrapping around together, moaning in our breaths, a powerful French kiss accompanying the hot, wet sex. It was sensual, not romantic; just the joy of locking lips and tongues with a hot young slut, experiencing all the flavors of sex. Her mouth was actually nasty, she had a stank about her that aroused me. Not bad breath; more like penis or cum. I actually wondered if she'd been giving a blowjob sometime recently. The girl broke the kiss, leaning back flat on the bed, pulling her knees back more, watching my face, then my chest, then my abdomen as I rode her cunt. Towering above her, my arms straight, my hips were flopping back and forth, pounding against her small nude frame, driving my shaft harder and deeper into that wet cunt. The pressure inside her body was so fucking intense, and I felt the wall deep in her pussy where my cockhead was, driving against it, completely filling her tube with my married manhood. I hooked her bony little legs over my shoulder, her small feet clad in her white little socks around my head, bending her backwards as I screwed her. Flexible little slut, she was. She wasn't smiling at me, instead she was gazing up at my face hungrily, watching the stud fucking her, knowing she was turning me on so much. Girl had a thing for married men, as she said; she was loving that I was nailing her, cheating on my ignorant wife. The blonde spat out what was on her mind. "I want your cum," she gasped, wincing as I slammed my erection as hard as I could into her teen twat. "I wanna make you cum!" And I wanted to cum, too. So what if I didn't have a condom. I was going to fill this little bitch. Just as she was asking for my orgasm, by coincidence, it wasn't far away. I felt my first one begin to swell, churning my stomach and tingling my balls. I started pumping in and out of her pussy even faster, those sexy legs stretched up my body and over my muscular shoulders. To intensify my arousal, I gazed at her little nude body again, her slim frame so different than my sexy brunette wife's size 10, 145 pound figure with 38C tits. Grunting more loudly, sucking in deep breaths, I brought myself to the edge then exploded. "Here it comes, baby!" roared the stud fucking the slut. My penis blew deep inside the girl's vagina, squirting loads and loads of semen inside her wet, silky pussy, flooding her cunt and womb with my married man's babymaking sauce. She took a humongous load from me, my balls seemingly churned forever, pouring so much semen inside the high school slut's shaved pussy. Collapsing onto the stranger's pint-sized, pale body for a moment, my lips found her mouth, and I immediately shoved my tongue inside for another horny French kiss. Not moving, I just left my spent pecker inside the girl's juicy, messy cunt, sucking her small tongue between my lips. Her soft young hands groped my sweaty buttcheeks, caressing my lower back too, feeling the man on top of her, and inside her. The kiss was really hot, and even though her mouth tasted like shit, she was making me get erect quickly, even inside her pussy still. She had me really, really aroused. Breaking the kiss, I leaned over her again, keeping my hardening cock inside her twat. "Mmmph, aren't you sexy," I admired of her gorgeous little naked body, then smiling at her pretty face. "Look how hard you have me -- takes a hot slut to make me this way -- wanna get fucked again?" It had been not even ten or fifteen minutes since we started fucking, she easily had another ten or fifteen minutes she could stay and still catch that next bus. The blonde bimbo nodded eagerly, her eyes staring at me with a dead-serious glare of a girl wanting to be fucked more. "Uh huh!" She pushed her sweaty little body away from me, rolling onto her tummy then raising her hot, petite butt into the air. Spreading her knees she wiggled that sexy fanny at me, staring over her shoulders, muttering, "Fuck me this way, baby!" Her small, round butt beckoned to me, her sloppy young pussy waiting for my penis again. I quickly pushed myself to my knees, gripped her skinny hips with both my hands, and stared down at that gorgeous nude ass while I sank my penis back inside her messy vagina again. "Uhhh, fuck, yesss!" The girl put her face down on the bedspread, her hands and knees wide to steady herself and take a pounding. "Fuck me!" Laughing at how horny she was, I gripped her body firmly with my thumbs and fingers wrapped around her bony pelvis, keeping her in place while I began driving my penis back inside her twat. She was still incredibly tight; but now she was sloppy wet, squishy, making almost a sucking noise each time I plunged my fat shaft into that little hole. The bitch was grunting, pushing back against me, feeling me fill up her cunt with several inches of thick penis. Glancing at the clock, knowing my wife was probably on her way home, I felt my dick at full strength again inside the girl's vagina. With her small frame bent over on the bed, I had to spread my knees way to the sides to lower my dick far enough to fuck her pussy from behind. Slamming brutally into her, making her asscheeks and thighs ripple from the impacts, I drove my concrete shaft deeper and harder into the bitch, pulling back on her hips to plant her little ass on my abdomen. The guest room's bed was thumping against the wall, making a drumming noise at the rhythm of our fucking. The girl was squealing from the deep thrusts from behind, and I felt her fingertips rubbing her clitoris, driving herself to another orgasm while my penis was inside her teenage cunt. Wanting to drive deeper and harder into the tramp, I reached forward, grabbing some of her long, golden hair streaming down her slender back. Her hair was a little tangled already, but I made it more so, a lot more so. Digging my fingers of one hand through her hair right behind her skull, I took a firm grip of her hair and yanked it backwards -- making her yelp, arching her head and shoulders up, but pulling her entire body towards me. Her small nude butt crashed more energetically into my pelvis, my cock sank deeper into her cunt. I allowed her body to slide forward a bit then I yanked her hair again, really tangling the long strands around my fingers, jamming my prick so far inside that tight, squishy wet hole of hers. The tension and energy of the deep, brutal fucking from behind was driving my petite, young sex partner to orgasm. "Uhhh, fuuuuck, yesssss!" Her mouth was full of saliva, she was slurring her words while screaming to her climax. "Fuuuckin' sooo goood!" Her small frame rattled from the bone-jarring cum, shaking her world and making her exhale and wail at the top of her lungs. I kept pounding her from the rear, continuing to let go of then grab her hair in fistfuls, over and over, while she had another orgasm then, but it was difficult to really fuck her well that way because she was so petite. I flipped the high school slut onto her back again, and she dutifully spread open her legs and offered me her vagina once more. I sank my pole into her laying on top of her, my eyes and hers locked in a sexual embrace while we got off on each other. Her small hips swirled violently side to side, really moving the Earth beneath me, while my asscheeks clenched and I powerfully drove my erection in and out of her silky, warm pussy. Thrusting deeper into the pussy I'd just met on the bus, I gave her the most sex I could muster, every bit of my seven inches of manhood, letting her climax around my penis again, and again, and again. That ten minutes passed quickly. Fucking the little whore was the hottest thing I'd done in years. Finally, knowing she had to be leaving, I shoved my dick as deep as I could inside her twat, held it there, and released my balls again. A second wave of sperm squirted out of my penis, filling her little cunt with yet more male spermies, mixing with mine from the earlier orgasm. The slut kept her legs spread, her hands feeling the sweat on my chest and back, as I unloaded this second dump of cream into her teenage pussy. This cum seemed as long, or longer, than my first; my dick was almost painful, from fucking her so deep and hard for the furious 20 or 25 minutes, but I kept it inside her until every last drip of semen had dribbled out. "Uhhh, shit!" As I pulled out of her messy cunt, the blonde teenager looked down at the mess between her thighs. She was fucking caked in sex juices -- her juices, my sperm, both our sweat. Not just her pussy, but her thighs and ass and even stomach were a mess. Her armpits and titties were glistening with sweat, her hair was even more messed up than when she came over. Her voice was in disbelief, her tone almost painful. "Ohhh, fuck, I came so hard!" she gasped, still examining the damage I'd just done to her cunt. I snickered, tossing her a towel to wipe up her mess. "You're a good fuck," I told her, "we should go out for lunch or something, so I could give it to you properly for a couple of hours." The slut rubbed the towel over her pussy and thighs, still breathing hard from the deep fucking she'd received. "Yeah, uh huh," she muttered absent-mindedly, jumping off the bed and sliding her panties back on herself. "I'm really sorry, but I'm going to be fucking late -- I gotta get going." "Sure, sure." I stood there, nude, watching her race to put on clothing. I knew I had to make the bed with clean sheets and hide the evidence from my wife of me cheating with this hot young bitch. "So, can I have your phone number?" The girl was racing to put on the rest of her clothing. She didn't stop, but she looked at me oddly, as if unsure what to say. Then she muttered down a phone number, and I raced to copy the digits onto a scrap of paper. "Sorry, gotta go," said the blonde, blowing me a kiss after pulling her black coat on herself. With her bag over a shoulder, she scampered past me and out the door of the apartment -- and out of my life. A couple hours later, when I tried to call her, I found out the bitch had given me a phony phone number! Can you believe that? All she saw in me was a one-time, hard and fast fuck. What a slut! * * * * * * * * * * * * * GERALD'S TALE * * * * * * * * * * * * * While the slender, blonde high school senior sat on my basement sofa trying not to be nervous, I couldn't stop fixating on the messy wet spot that was soiling the crotch of her pink Lycra leggings. Her mom scheduled an hour of my time that cold Wednesday afternoon, on the eve of Thanksgiving, to discuss the college application process. I'm a school counselor and on occasion help high school students with the bewildering process of applying to colleges. Students who lack self-motivation are even more pressured to accomplish objectives they not only don't understand but, frankly, don't care about either. My job that evening was to help this girl, Lilac, set some goals and action items for moving forward with her education. Nothing out of the ordinary for me, really. So with my wife patrolling the first floor of our house, I was in my basement studio with this very petite, pretty blonde girl. I had sunk back into my comfortable, leather chair, and the young woman was nervously perched across from me on my sofa. She had come to the house looking worn out and disinterested -- her hair was tangled and almost in knots behind her head, she was wearing an extremely casual "babydoll" top that was fairly tight on her (smallish) breasts, and the pink Lycra leggings that were nice for these cold November evenings but were hardly appropriate attire for a meeting about her college career. I have to say, she also looked like she hadn't showered for a day or so. She just didn't take the meeting very seriously, did she? But, as she sat in front of me, I realized the explanation for her appearance. It was the smell, at first -- not just sweat, but something more musky and sexual. My dick began to get hard, just from the smell alone. A wet vagina; perhaps more, like the smell of sex. Sperm, possibly, and male sweat. That's why my penis, normally limp for my meetings with high school females, was growing to its full seven and a half inches of size. Nasty little secret, the size of my cock. My wife was shocked when she first saw it, and the few other women I've cheated with didn't expect me to be so hung. I don't flaunt it, I don't go looking for women to fuck, but when it happens, I'm proud I can more than satisfy a female just from the size of my penis alone. I wasn't trying to be a pervert, but when my eyes caught sight of it, I had to look. There was no way to mistake it -- the huge, wet spot in her crotch, spilling down her inner thighs. The pink fabric turned dark where it was wet, and her top was loose at the bottom hem, like a big skirt pulled up; so as she sat back on the sofa in front of me, I caught glimpses of her crotch, and the wetness there. She was fucking soaked. At first, I thought she might have peed herself; but no, that wasn't pee. Holy fuck! I had to resist making any facial expressions, when I realized this very sexy, pretty 18 year old was sitting in front of me with a PUSSY FULL OF SPERM. Yes, she'd been fucked that afternoon, had her cunt filled with some lucky stud's semen, and now it was leaking out again -- soiling her panties and leggings. And that's also why she smelled like sex. My face didn't react, but my cock did. I was throbbing in my underwear, my erection was so fucking hard at the sight and smell of the sexy young woman. For ten, fifteen minutes I tried to ignore the wetness of her crotch, but it was impossible. She was fidgeting in place as she sat on the sofa, unable to get comfortable; the wetness of her crotch had everything to do with it. She'd put her knees together, but then sit back and spread them, wiggling her small fanny around on the leather sofa. She put a sock-clad foot up on the sofa, then back on the floor. She turned side to side. She couldn't sit still. Meanwhile, my eyes constantly flirted at the sight of her crotch as it was exposed, time to time; instead of just the pink fabric of her leggings, I was gazing at the soiled wet stain, almost growing in her crotch as she moved her legs around again and again. Lilac and Three Separate Strangers I couldn't stand it. I was babbling on and on about college applications, the admissions process, getting her applications to look better to schools, and all I could think about was -- this fucking hottie has cum oozing out of her slutty pussy! I was daydreaming about how hot her lucky boyfriend was, some 18 or 19 year old stud who could get inside the panties of a high school senior like Lilac. My perverted thoughts were interrupting my lecture, my voice trailed off or I rambled a bit a few times, making the blonde girl in front of me giggle and ask if anything was wrong. Was anything wrong? I had to admit, something was wrong. I apologized, and I just said what it was -- sort of. "So -- I don't usually talk like an idiot," I said with as casual and friendly a smile as I could muster, "but, honestly, I don't usually get to talk with girls as pretty -- well, to be totally truthful -- as HOT as you -- I just feel lucky even talking to you." Her slim, pale face lit up with an appreciate smile. She wasn't feigning her reaction. "Awww, really? That's sooo nice of you to say!" And now, the floodgates were open. I just starting babbling on and on, but not about colleges -- instead, an effort to flirt with her. I used the "I'm just an old guy" approach, acting like I knew she thought I was weird and old. It worked; the slim blonde claimed she liked older men, saying we're more handsome, and "smarter" around girls, which I took to mean, more experienced at giving pleasure to a girl's body. Man, this chick was not only hot, she was slutty, I thought. I kept talking to her more about older guys and girls her age. Told her the story of a guy I knew -- it was true, as far as I knew -- who was a big booster at State Tech, the college in our town. He had great tickets to football games, got invited to private University parties, that sort of thing. He'd met a number of sluts at the school, and got to fuck quite a few of them, from what he told me. Even had been dating a cheerleader the last couple of years, all while continuing to be married to some ignorant wife. The story didn't seem to phase sexy Lilac, she kind of laughed at it and even asked for some of the details, none of which I really knew. So we began talking about what her life might be in college. She could date anyone she wanted, without Mom or Dad around to police her social life. She could be on the cheerleader squad, and be the object of fantasies of every male -- and maybe a few chicks -- at the game watching her. She could get a single room, and basically fill out her daily calendar with multiple dates, whomever she wanted. I was painting the image of a real college slut, picturing her in it. And the tramp didn't dissuade me, or act all put off and disgusted; she sort of giggled along with the fantasy, cooing her approval like, "Ooh yeah!" or "That'd be nice!" I don't think she took me seriously, and I was acting like a bit of a goofball anyway, but clearly, she didn't mind the idea of being slutty in college. Finally, as the tales of her possible fantasy life in college grew more edgy, I couldn't restrain myself. My erection was fully engorged in my slacks, but was jutting out of my crotch at a weird angle up my abdomen. Instead of just adjusting it, I began squirming around, like I had to poop or something. The blonde noticed it for sure, watching me squirm, and a somewhat confused look crossed her face. When I saw her looking at me that way, I blushed, but then responded with a laugh, trying to disarm her. She laughed back, perhaps just to be nice. And that's when my eyes landed, again, on the wet spot on her crotch, turning the fabric of her pink pants a darker shade. I was thinking, this girl is already a slut, she'll be a little tramp in college for sure. "So," I asked in as casual a voice as I could muster, "you have a boyfriend now, huh -- probably a really hot stud, what, captain of the football team?" Lilac blinked at me, shrugging a little. "Um -- well, not really -- why do you ask?" Obviously it was none of my business, but my aching erection in my pants was telling my brain what to do. "No reason -- just thought --" Pausing, I collected myself to inquire about that cum stain on her crotch. "I, uh, just assume you were with him -- before you came over here." She blinked at me again, her narrow face turning to the side, spilling blonde hair over her bony shoulder. "Well -- why, what makes you think that?" The color on her face drained, the already pale-faced girl looked even more ashen by the question, for reasons I didn't know at that moment. Was I going to tell her what I saw? Yeah, I couldn't stop myself. She was too hot for me not to point it out. "So, I don't mean to be a pervert? I know, to you, I'm probably THAT GUY -- but, it's pretty obvious -- sitting there -- that you were, you know, on a date -- earlier, before you came over." The thin eighteen year old still didn't get it, but now her face turned crimson red, she was blushing badly. "Uhhh -- like, why is it obvious?" Her voice hesitated, like she didn't want to admit to something I already knew. I generally pointed at her hair and makeup. "You, just look like, you've been on a date?" Then our eyes caught, and she could see I had more to say too. "Okay, you just want me to say it?" "Ummm--" The quiver in her voice was submissive; what's a girl say, when she was caught red-handed by her parent? "Suuuure?" Now I used my thumb to point in the direction of her pelvis. "Well, I can't help but notice -- your panties are leaking -- if you're even wearing them -- it's just, so obvious, I can't miss--" "HOLY SHIT!" She finally looked down between her thighs, pulling her floral babydoll upwards a bit to expose the crotch of her pink leggings, and she saw exactly what I'd been observing. A huge, wet spot on her crotch. She looked up at me, in terror, a mix of embarrassment and guilt. For a brief second, I felt fatherly, not like a pervert. I was more worried about her feeling bad, than me getting to see how wet her crotch was. "Seriously -- it's okay -- I'm not your dad -- I'm not--" "Ohhh my gawwwwd!" The slut put her two hands over her face, talking into her palms. "Ohhh my gawwd! I'm sooooo sorry -- I'm -- ohhhh, shit -- ohhhh shit!" "Hey!" I leaned forward, trying to get her attention. "It's okay!" I heard her speak to me through her palms again. "I'm gonna cry!" "Now don't do that, sweetie," soothingly I directed with a stern but hushed tone, "there's no reason to be upset. I'm sorry, I embarrassed you -- I didn't mean to criticize -- seriously." She wasn't sobbing or even breathing hard, just trying to hide from me, so I kept my voice to a whisper. "Really, Lilac -- you're amazingly hot -- totally sexy -- I think it's really hot that you were out having fun with your boyfriend." Then, I made a move a father would have made, but my hardening dick was in full support. I jumped off of my chair, quickly sitting right next to her on the sofa, putting my arm around her slim shoulders. Damn, the girl was petite. I instantly sensed the mixed aroma of her body -- a combination of sweet perfume and sweat. Maybe more like skank than sweat; the after-sex smell of a girl. Sort of disgusting, but at the same time, sort of incredibly sexy. I started rubbing her shoulder, leaning to her ear to speak in a subdued tone. "Oh, stop it," I reassured her, as fatherly as I could, "you're 18, I think it's -- it's nothing to be upset about." Still hiding her face, her elbows on her lap and her palms and bony fingers covering her mouth and eyes, she was not about to acknowledge me, even with me sitting right up next to her, rubbing her shoulder. "You don't even wanna know," she gasped back, "shit, I feel like such -- you must think I'm such a slut!" Slut? Yes, but not in a bad way. I was actually enthused beyond description at this point, having a sexually-active, blonde teenager now right next to me, locked up in my basement with me. I wasn't actually thinking about getting it on with her myself -- even stating the notion seemed ridiculous -- but it was like a live porn website, I could enjoy this even if only vicariously. "Naw, you're just hot, Lilac, I don't think any less of you." "Ohhh my gawwwd!" She wouldn't shut up with her groveling. "Slutty me -- shit, I'm really, really sorry!" Then, her hands parted, and she peeked to her side at me, finding my casual, friendly look. My state seemed to disarm her, but not much. "I'm soooo sorry!" "For what?" I sat back on my chair, trying to put her at ease even more. Fortunately, I had a chance to adjust my erection while she'd been covering her eyes, so I was more comfortable now. "I shouldn't have said it, I'm sorry -- I was leering like a pervert -- I was just enjoying the view." As I continued rubbing her shoulders, that sexy scent of her fucked body filled my nose, and my dick was so hard in my underwear that I felt it making a wet spot in the fabric above the cockhead. Flirting across my mind were fantasies I'd had for years -- I mean, everyone counseling teenage girls has fantasies about one or two of them wanting to fuck. But I'd actually never crossed that line, believe it or not. Never once! So I couldn't help but think -- is this my chance? She was so pretty, with that bony, skinny face and big eyes, and her slender shoulders and chest, and athletic, smooth legs. Yeah, I was telling myself, her boyfriend was totally lucky to have fucked her -- she's amazingly hot. I figured, she must be dating the high school quarterback, or something. Probably the hottest guy at her high school. But the way she was so nervous and guilty, something didn't seem right. So she fucked her boyfriend? So what? Why was she so bothered that I found out? I stroked her golden hair, and rubbed her shoulder another time. It wasn't so fatherly of me; I was leering, for sure. But I was also really trying to comfort her; I was pretty sure she wasn't going to fuck a slob like me, but, at least I could maybe put a smile on her face. And she wasn't pushing me away, nor even sliding away from the contact. "I won't tell anyone -- so you have sex with your boyfriend, it's no big deal, any girl as hot as you probably has ten guys wanting to be your boyfriend, and your boyfriend is the luckiest guy to be dating you?" That's when she paused, snickered to herself, and turned to look at me again. "Ummm--" She wanted to say something, but was blushing -- crimson red. I couldn't repress a smile, and she gave me a nervous, toothy grin. "Ummm -- ok -- you PROMISE not to tell anyone?" Her voice had some life to it; she clearly wanted to tell me, whatever it was. I obviously had, at that moment, no idea what was coming. "Oh, I promise!" And to make her more secure, I pointed to the steps up to the first floor of my house, where my wife was (somewhere). "And, we're fine -- she never comes down for my interviews, and the door is locked anyway -- so tell me what you want, it'll stay in this room!" The blonde teenager smirked again, making a sort of "Hmph!" noise. Then, after catching her breath, in a calm but soft voice she explained, "It wasn't my boyfriend -- it was a guy I just met on the bus." And before I could even process that information, she added, quickly, "Oh, and the other guy I just met and sucked off in a changing room at the mall, before that." I almost wanted to take my hand off of her; was she a prostitute? I mean -- that couldn't be real. She just fucked two total strangers? And, you know, the very first thought going through my head was -- well, why the fuck not me too? My hand stayed on her shoulder. I leaned over, rubbing her shoulder, almost pulling her into my chest, while I whispered in a throaty, coarse voice directly into her ear. "I won't tell anyone -- actually, that's amazing -- I'm not surprised, you're so hot, you can probably fuck anyone you want." I deliberately used the "F" word; I was really horny now, and clearly, she wasn't Miss Innocent. "And, actually -- that's got to be THE hottest thing a girl has EVER said to me -- really!" Lilac smirked, looking up at my face, not blushing anymore but actually amused at my reaction. "Seriously -- I mean -- it just sounds so -- slutty." "Yeah," I quickly agreed, nodding with a very friendly tone, "it does sound slutty. But," I added in the same breath, "you know, who said there's anything wrong with being slutty?" My stiff dick, as I said that, was telling my free hand to reach across myself, and grab her boob or even rub her crotch -- see if she wanted to be slutty with me, too. My brain overruled the notion; I didn't want her to freak on me, I had too much to lose. But the thought tempted the pervert in me. "Ummm--" She paused, looking at me as she was thinking, brushing back her blonde, snarled hair behind her small ears. A great sense of calm radiated from her pretty visage. "You one of those guys who, you know, doesn't think slutty girls are bad?" Twitch, when my penis in my pants. Instead of rubbing her shoulder, my hand was more cupped around her upper arm, holding her small frame against the side of my chest on my sofa. Her attitude was changing; she wasn't hiding from me, she was gathering some energy in her voice. Making sure I responded to her question as appropriately as possible, I seized what seemed to be a burgeoning opportunity. "Oh, I think there's nothing wrong with a slutty girl -- a girl should get what she wants, after all, especially petite, pretty blonde ones." Lilac's view flickered to the stairway, as if making sure we were alone. Then she looked back at me, a wry grin on her slender, pale-pink lips. "So, like, this guy I met, on the bus -- he had to stop -- his wife was coming home? So like -- I wasn't really finished -- I was like, wish he could have kept going, I'm still, like, you know -- not finished -- wanting -- more?" And she raised her thin eyebrow, her eyeball blazing a knowing look right into my head, testing the waters. As if I needed more temptation, she explained, "I've always had the fantasy of, like, having sex with two or three guys in one day -- and, I've already had sex with two guys today -- well, I only sucked one guy's dick, but that's still kinda like sex -- I mean -- you know what I mean, right?" Take me out! Take me out! My cock, tenting my dress slacks, was screaming at my brain. I didn't do that, but I couldn't suppress a very playful grin. "Do you mean," I offered casually, "you might have some unfinished business right now?" The 18 year old was gazing at me with both her large, hazel eyes, wide open. Now her voice was sultry and daring. "Mmm hmmmm," she hummed with an alluring tone and suggestive posture, leaning her body a bit into mine. "Is your wife really not going to come down?" Damn, my wife. Don't remind me I'm married, I thought to myself. And there was some risk, but based on my experience; it was close to zero; although if there was one time my wife was going to interrupt, you'd think, it would happen to be while I was boning a hot blonde slut. Still, what's life without a little risk? "Oh, she's not coming down," I assured the girl. The way we were looking at each other, it was the prelude to sex. The girl still wanted to get more dick in her pussy, and she could tell I was attracted to her. Man, this bitch was horny! "Why's that -- you want to talk more about college applications?" The sexy blonde snickered at my joke. "Heh -- no!" Her response was emphatic, as were the next words she purred. "I wanna talk about some big cock in my tight pussy." And with that, she suddenly moved -- turning to face me, throwing a leg over my lap, straddling me. The wet spot of her legging's crotch ground against the erection in my slacks, and I exhaled an immediate sigh of relief as her young body depressed into my aching shaft, giving me a moment of relief. I found myself leaning backward against the sofa, my feet on the floor ahead of me, examining the figure of the petite, long-haired blonde perched on my lap. She was staring down at me too, watching me admire her body; she knew she had a rocking little figure, that married perverts like me loved. Ensuring my attention was 100 percent on her chest, she grabbed her floral-patterned, pink-and white babydoll top and ripped it upwards, off of her body. Her bra was boring and white, but so small, probably an A cup, maybe a 32A or 34A, no more. Giggling now, playful, the slut reached behind herself and unsnapped the bra. Undulating her little frame against my engorged penis through our clothing, she removed the bra, displaying two perky young breasts. Eighteen year old boobs! Creamy, unblemished; fleshy and soft; with pale-pink areolae and short but very stiff nipples, pointing right out. Wow, look at those boobs. I pushed both my meaty hands upwards, capturing her soft mounds in my paws, rolling the flesh around my palms and stroking her stiff nipples with my fingertips. She purred in response, swaying her little hips more quickly back and forth on my dick inside my pants. "What's got you so horny tonight?" I inquired, my eyes not coming off the sight of my married hands groping her high school tits. Lilac first giggled, then relented with the story. "I have, like, a date this weekend -- goin' to a bed and breakfast with a real hot stud, it's going to be great -- been wanting him ALL year, basically -- he's been fuckin' my friends, and now I'm gonna fuck HIM." I could tell, she was watching for my reaction; my face didn't change, I was still playing with these delicate, velvety boobs. This was one confirmed slut; she was almost unreal, like the figment of some pervert's imagination. But she was VERY real, squatting on my dick on my lap, locked with me down here in my basement. This wasn't romantic at all; she wasn't looking to kiss me. Instead, she stretched out a small, bony finger with bright-metallic pink fingernail polish, and traced it around my nose, then around my lips. I looked up at her, trying to catch and suckle her finger, but she playfully pulled the finger back and was content to trace the shape of my lips. She spoke with a sweet, high-pitched whine, it was very sexy. "You fuck a lot of horny girls down here?" Laughing, I wanted to lie; "Yeah, baby, hundreds." But I merely shrugged, giving away the real answer. "I wish," was all I said aloud. Her small hands reached to my wrists, and she pushed my hands off of her breasts, then she leaned up and forward and stuck one of her A-cup titties towards my mouth. Offering it for my pleasure, the bitch groaned, "Well -- is this your wish come true?" And she spoke words that revealed, she was fully aware of what she was. "An angelic-appearing, small little blonde slut who loves to fuck big, married cocks?" My hands freed from her boobs, I slipped them around her body, cupping her small ass in her dark leggings. The thin, skin-tight fabric allowed me to grope the shapes of her buttcheeks, and it seemed like each cheek could fit in my palm and fingers. Tight, small little teen ass! A moment later, I was savoring one of Lilac's breasts, wrapping my lips around it, suckling her hard nipple, my tongue washing over it in circles. She moaned in contentment as I salivated all over her breast, fitting it entirely inside my warm and wet mouth, licking it all over. Then the little bitch twisted her torso, the first tit popping out and the other one sliding easily into my mouth, so I could salivate all over that one too. She grabbed her wet, exposed boob, smearing my saliva around her nipple and grinding her fingertips into the nipple while I sucked the other one. Right in the middle of sucking her tits and groping her ass, I had a clever thought. I pushed her back, but not off of my lap; and I reached to the side to grab my cellphone sitting on the end table right up against the sofa's armrest. Lilac snickered, wondering what I was doing; topless, she arched her back and sat upright on my lap, letting me admire her small tits now glistening with my saliva, while her crotch in her tight legging kept mashing against my erection in my slacks. Lilac and Three Separate Strangers I quickly quick-dialed my home phone, and I could hear it ringing upstairs in the kitchen. A couple rings later, my wife answered. Quickly, I told her, this girl I was with today wants me to help her write out an essay for an application, so the counseling will run longer than an hour; maybe, I suggested, my wife could help me out and drive over to the cleaner's and pick up my suits I'd dropped off? And possibly grab some Chinese pick-up for a late dinner? The half-naked slut on my lap applauded my creativity. My wife didn't know the game, and she readily agreed. She was going to leave the house, and it would be well over 30 minutes before she would come back. We'd be guaranteed privacy in the house. As I was thanking my wife and telling her that I loved her, Lilac took the opportunity to climb off of my lap, standing in front of me upright, wearing only the dark, skin-tight, crotch-soiled leggings and whatever was inside them. As I put the cellphone back on the nightstand, she shoved her fingers inside the waistband of her leggings, pushing it downward and whatever panties were inside too. As the clothing began to peel away from her hips, the skinny blonde slowly turned her body, first sideways to me then until her butt was facing me. As she stepped out of her leggings, totally naked, I was gazing at her gloriously small, soft asscheeks, with her pussylips peeking at me from underneath. "Wow," I gasped, staring at her young butt, "you have an amazingly sexy ass, honey!" She stood up, facing me again, proudly watching me gaze at her shaved, pink cunt. It was glistening wet, as were her thighs. I knew some male sperm was part of those liquids, but I didn't really care; I didn't mind the "sloppy seconds," because it was going to be great lubrication for me to fuck that 18 year old's hole. The blonde fell to her knees in front of me, and I dutifully unfastened my slacks so she could have access to what she wanted. Rather deliberately, toying with my anticipation, the girl removed each of my shoes, then each of my socks. I heard my wife's car door thump shut outside, the engine coughed to life, and the familiar whine of the car backing down the driveway. We were alone, for sure. Lilac reached up and, with my help, she slid my slack and underwear simultaneously over my hips, down my thighs, and off of me. Leaning back, I spread my hairy, meaty thighs and displayed my married manhood to the slut. My dick had never been harder; it was its entire six inches of lust, with fat, hairy balls dangling underneath. I knew I wasn't going to make her faint with delight at the average size of my erection, but it was going to fuck her relentlessly. Indeed, she smiled at it, seeming to appreciate it would do the trick, then she winked at me with a girlish grin. "Nice tool," she complemented; whether she was being honest wasn't the point, it seemed. Her torso leaned forward more; I pried my knees back. Soon, my cockshaft was in her small hand, and her thin lips were wrapped around my bulbous, streaming-wet cockhead. "Ohhh, baby," I grunted, transfixed at both the sight and the feeling of having my dick slurped by a cockhungry young blonde, "you suck cock so good!" Chuckling at a thought, I asked her, how many adult guys has she fucked? She hardly paused, but had to pull her mouth off my penis to answer. "Six -- uh, seven now!" Looking up with those hazel eyes at me, she winked and proceeded to stuff three inches of my boner into her mouth, sucking on it, bathing it in the warmth of her tongue. By then I had unbuttoned and peeled off my shirt, leaving us both buck naked. Her blowjob was fantastic -- licking my balls too, along with lapping from cockhead to base, sucking the top, bathing my shaft all over in her saliva. I could tell, she really loved cock; she moaned and slurped noisily, she was smelling its manly aroma, it was just pleasuring her to suck me (as much as it was pleasuring me). But it's not what her empty cunt needed. Our eyes locked, again, with my penis in her mouth. We just both, it seemed, wanted the same thing at the same time. I pushed her off my dick, then continued to push her small shoulders until she was lying on her back, on the thick carpet of my basement floor. I slipped off the sofa, kneeling beneath her, staring down at her body. Shit, she was so petite -- just a short, skinny young angel, just like she described herself; angelic and a slut. Her small tits, looking almost flat with her lying on her back, still glistened from my saliva; her pussy was drenched with juices and more. Sneering at me, the bitch pulled her knees backwards to expose her sloppy cunt to me -- the sort of universal signal of a woman to a man, you know, that I had permission to fuck her -- while her hands reached for my hairy chest. I gather she liked the thick curls of hair on my upper body, her bony little fingers slithered through them like snakes into the grassland. My dick wanted to ravage that young slut's cunt. Towering over her, my arms straight down and my hands balled into fists on the carpet, surrounding her torso, I poked my throbbing six inches of meat towards her wet cuntlips. When my cockhead kissed that cunt for the first time, the slut shivered and moaned, and she pulled her knees back even more. Her eyes looked up at my face -- she wanted it. Hurriedly, I grabbed my dick at the base, guiding my dick's helmet to the moist, velvety hole of her cunt. Right at the entrance, that magical spot. "Uhh -- fuck me!" she gasped aloud, anxiously. So I did. I pounded my ass forward, and the slut was so lubricated, in one thrust I was able to sink over half my dick into her cunt. And, dude, it was tight! I mean, I'd been fucking only my wife's middle-aged pussy for years and years, and I'd totally forgotten what a teenage pussy felt like. Delight; nirvana; utopia. This is a cunt that was meant to take grownup dick. Unbelievably silky, wet, warm; it just sucked my married cock right into it, invitingly, encouraging more. Gathering strength and positioning myself for maximum leverage, I leaned into her and really hammered as hard as I could. With quick, powerful thrusts, I soon had sunk the entire length of my six-inch erection all the way, balls deep, into the little slut's twat. I felt my balls smack off her slimy buttcheeks; the head of my cock felt pressure, jamming against her cervix or something. I was all the way inside the bitch. "Yessss!" screamed the girl, arching her back to push her little boobies upwards, staring at my hairy chest while I was fucking her. "Uhhhh! Uhhhh!!! Fuuuuck meeee! Uhhhhh!" The carpet beneath her was hard, not forgiving like a mattress; so as I pounded into her, she was squished, between me and the floor. My knees ached right away, too, but I paid it no attention. I could almost feel the floor myself, it seemed, as her body compressed, my cock driven into her tight, gushing pussy so far that it couldn't go any deeper even if I had more length. She was uttering screams, but pleasured ones, although at a high pitch and loud volume; each time I rammed forward, smacking my hips into hers, the little slut squealed. Her bony, slim legs dangled in the air, as she kept her knees back to expose her cunt to me; when I thrust forward, her little dainty feet bounced like an earthquake meter, registering how hard I was fucking her. She kept making the same sounds -- strained and loud noises of a bitch in heat getting deservedly stuck with dick -- "Uhhhh! Ohhhhh! Uhhhhh! Uhhh yessss! Uhhhh fuuuuck meeeee!" I was almost drooling, staring down at her face and body. She was truly gorgeous -- such a small, triangular face; those huge hazel eyes; all that long, golden-blonde hair. Then, she had those two small, teen breasts, with a very flat, very smooth, very petite tummy. All the down her body, my dick was stuffed into a bright-pink, shaved teen cunt, stretching to accommodate my adult girth. Our genitals were saturated now in each other's juices, and I could hear myself fucking her -- each thrust in and out making squishy noises -- in addition to my skin slapping against hers over and over. Her eyes looked up at me, her hands released my shoulders to wander up to my neck and face, even my hair. "Oh baby!" screamed the horny slut, her eyelids fluttering heavily, "I'm gonna cum! Fuck me harder!" And I didn't even have to, really; a few thrusts later, her entire face contorted in pleasureful pain, her jaw trembling and eyes rolling, as she erupted in a shriek of delight. "Uhhhh, uhhhh! Ohhh yessss -- yessss -- YESSSSSS!" I could feel her cunt spasming around my dick -- grabbing it with an even tighter squeeze, if that was possible. More juices lubricated the fucking, dripping down my balls and between my hairy thighs. My arms and knees were getting sore from holding myself above her on the floor, but I wasn't about to stop. Her orgasm was encouraging my own, already those butterflies in my stomach and aching in my balls were flourishing, telling me, my dick was soon going to be squirting semen. "Where do you want it," I panted, feeling myself beading with sweat already as I fucked her, "I'm gonna cum -- want me to pull out?" The blonde responded by reaching her hands down to my hips, leaning herself up off the floor a bit so her small hands could grab my hairy buttcheeks. "In me!" moaned the girl commandingly, "fill me up please!" Then, to answer the obvious question, she answered, "I'm on the pill -- cum in me! Uhhhhh!" Bitch wanted cum in her? Bitch was going to get cum in her. With even greater enthusiasm, I started bull-rushing her cunt, forcefully shoving my prick into that wet sloppy hole savagely, repeatedly, making her scream from the assault. Screaming at her myself, although nothing intelligible, I felt it -- my first orgasm. It was about to . . . any moment . . . and there it came. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" My cock was spewing jism. I felt my balls churning, the head of my cock almost hurting as the eye expanded time after time so that another stream of semen could spray inside her twat. My cum occasioned her second orgasm, and together we climaxed hard and loud, in the middle of my basement's carpeted floor. As the cums subsided, the slut was moaning, a bit incoherently, wiping sweat form her face and writhing side to side underneath me, even with my boner still stuck in her extremely-sloppy pussy. I, too, caught my breath, my knees and hands really protesting now, aching from the hot sex on the carpeting. But, amazingly to me, my dick was STILL hard -- even right after my orgasm. I was beyond horny; this might have been the best sex I'd had since college, several decades ago. So I was going to continue fucking her, but needed a softer place to do it -- and the leather sofa was just the ticket. Pulling out of her tight wet cunt (painfully, for a moment a least), I scooped her petite, under-100 pound body in my arms and carried her back to the couch. I was just about to deposit her on her back on it, but had a different thought at the last moment. Instead, I had her kneel on the sofa, leaning over the backrest, so her hot little butt stuck out at me. As she bent over, resting her arms and chest on the tops of the sofa's cushions, she parted her knees and looked back at me. I could see she was tired, almost to a breaking point, with her eyes sunk inward and almost baggy; her pussy was drooling sperm and juices now, a torrent down her inner thighs. But Lilac gave me a naughty, even evil grin accompanied by a shake of her small tush, telling me she wanted the sex to continue too. Climbing onto the sofa, I was on my knees again but this time on very forgiving and comforting leather cushions. The blonde's small, scrumptious ass was directly in front of my penis, so soft and tight; her naked back was spiny and immaculate. She looked back at me, over her petite shoulder, those worn-out eyes but sultry, coarse voice. "Fuck me," insisted the slut, clearly enjoying herself, "with that married cock of yours!" Gripping her thin waist with my strong hands, I held her tightly and firmly, while I wiggled my hips around until my cockhead was kissing her pussylips again. We both gasped at the moment I was in position to fill her; she pushed back towards me, and I thrust forward, sinking my hardon into her teen cunt again. I could lean over her, putting my hands next to her shoulders on the top of the sofa, and hump her cunt doggy-style while her little tush ground against my somewhat-flabby abdomen. Lilac, so small, squirmed and moaned under my superior weight as I crashed into her, continually, one time after another, my cock stretching that wet hole and my wide hips smacking against her buttcheeks and thighs. This was incredible sex -- fucking this little bitch from the rear, my longer body arching over her petite figure as she hunched over, bent on top of my basement sofa. My ears filled with the sounds of her moaning, the sofa thumping, and my dick squishing into her drenched-wet cunt. I could smell the nasty aroma of her butthole and her very used cunt; this girl smelled like fuck, from all the fucking she'd been doing. As brutally nasty as it was, it turned me on too. It reminded me how intoxicating good, adulterous sex could be; something I hadn't experienced in too long a time. This was just fucking -- no love, no romance, just a hard cock drilling into a wet, silky little twat, repeatedly. Reaching underneath her, I cupped her jiggling boobies while fucking her from the rear. Lilac had A-cup tits, at the most; they fit so nicely in my hands. Her nipples felt like rubbery-plastic little knobs, and I instinctively ground my palms into them, then pinched and twisted them while continuing to fuck her. She yelped a little, she liked that. No shit -- there I am fucking this gorgeous, 18 year old little slut, and suddenly, my cellphone goes off. Some of my ringtones are personalized, and right away I knew who it was -- it was the wife. The fleeting thought of ignoring her call passed by without consideration. I kept my dick impaled into Lilac's cunt, then twisted her and me to the side so I could reach -- just barely -- the end table with my cellphone. Leaning upright again, I began sticking my dick into the blonde's smelly pussy while I answered the phone. "Yes, baby, what's up?" I asked my wife, finding it incredibly arousing that I was talking to her while fucking this hot teenager. My wife was chewing my ear off. She wanted to know what I wanted her to buy at the grocery store; and she's getting Chinese for dinner, did I want the usual or something else; and did I want the good Chinese place or the not so good one; and apples were on sale, did I want her to get another bag; and she'd been home around 9 pm. I tried to sound interested, seriously I did. But her voice was just noise in my ear; my concentration was fixated on the horny slut I was fucking. I kept sliding my aching hard penis in and out of her pussy, feeling it squeeze and squish my dick as I probed deeper, but did it slowly enough that neither she nor the sofa were making any noise. Lilac, I could tell, was holding her breath, biting her lip, trying not to make noise while I was on the phone with the wife. Maybe, for her too, it was even more taboo and erotic to be fucking while I was on the phone with my marital partner. My other half gave up after a bit, finding me distracted -- I told her we were working on a college application. I also told her, I was going to drive Lilac home, so I might be back after 9 pm. My wife just said "Okay, drive safe," and hung up. "Oh SHIT!" screamed the blonde, groaning loudly, waiting for me to shut off the phone before slamming her petite hips backwards to meet my body and drive my dick more forcefully, and more deeply, into her vagina. I just dropped the phone to the sofa, where it bounced onto the floor, and put both my hands on the girl's slim, pale hips. Holding her steady, I began pounding harder into her, grunting hard myself, feeling how tight her pussy was as I drilled into it, the pressure on my cockhead increasing as I assailed her cunt with my married erection. During this insidiously hot sex, hardly any talking occurred. Grunting and moaning, some whines of satisfaction; and Lilac shrieked when she orgasmed, reaching underneath herself to rub her clitty while my dick was fucking her cunt from the backside. Frankly, I didn't know what to say to her; I didn't want to insult her. So I just fucked her. A few minutes after her orgasm, my leg- and ass-muscles were sore from doing all the work humping her. She was the young filly, I was the married old guy, after all. I pulled out of her twat and promptly sat my ass down on my sofa, leaning back a bit and stretching my feet farther on the floor, leaving my dick a sloppy-wet, twitching pole, waiting for her again. She was completely into the sex; as soon as I was in position, she threw a skinny leg over me and sat down on my dick. Holding my penis upwards, she guided her shaved, messy-wet cunt to my peckerhead; putting her hands on my shoulders, she steadied herself and sat down. Both of us watched as my penis disappeared into her vagina, and I could feel the tension and pressure of that wet tube clenching around my throbbing cock. She laughed, watching herself fuck me, while my eyes were on her petite boobs and slim (almost precious) neck. I reached up both hands, fondling her little breasts and pinching those hard nipples again, before sliding my palms down her skinny body and cupping her buttocks. Her slender dancer's figure was bouncing on my dick, sliding her cuntlips up and down, until her ass was against my thighs and my cock all the way up inside her body. We would both groan at that deep fucking, before she slid up again, only to slowly but surely slide back down. Then, she made the move for another position, rotating herself around halfway -- reverse-cowgirl, with her back and butt to me. I laid even more flat on the sofa, watching her small buttcheeks clenching as Lilac rode my dick more. I reached up, under her arms and past her sweaty, shaved armpits, to cup and grope her little breasts again; meanwhile the 18 year old reached down to her own clitty, rubbing her clit furiously while my dick drilled deep into her cunt. Humping me, she was screaming, bringing herself to an orgasm, cumming hard as she rode me. "Uhhhh! Fuuuck, yesss, ohhhh fuuuuhhhh!" Eventually she rotated around again, now riding me a second time; but I was basically lying flat on my back on the sofa, both feet on the floor, my head and shoulders crammed against the base of the backrest. Sitting upright on me, arching her little body and showing off those tits, Lilac was smiling as she watched me admire her petite, pale-white figure. Whatever tan she'd had in the summer was long gone, with Thanksgiving coming a week later. She put both her small, frail hands on my chest, feeling my sweat and flesh, pushing forward as her butt whipped circles and her cunt slid up and down my penis. We stared at our sex, both enjoying not just the feeling but the sight of it. My second orgasm came suddenly; barely feeling it building, suddenly my dick was squirting jism into her cunt. I groaned loudly, grabbing her hips to shove her downwards, so my dick could plant itself deep as I ejaculated loads of jism into her small body. She felt me cumming, and she whined aloud, "Ohhhh yessssss!" She rubbed her cunt as I had my climax, and she too started cumming, loudly. "Uhhhh! Uhhhhh! Ohhhhh fuuuuuck!" Fuck, there it was. She and me, cumming hard together, then pausing -- sweaty, gasping for air, my dick still inside her tight, slushy pussy. Lilac looked down at the sight of my erection inside her cunt, all sorts of liquids dripping on her cuntlips and my balls and both our stomachs, and she laughed wickedly. "Ohhhh, shit, I'm such a slut! Uhhhh, gawwwd!"