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Authors name: Spacey (address withheld by request)
Story title : What's the Proof
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What's the Proof (MF, cheat)
by Spacey (address withheld by request)
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A story about an engaged man who visits his once and
future home town and has a one night fling with a high
school crush. She takes control in the bedroom as things
get a little kinky.
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For the past year, Jessica has been my life. She's a
recent Ivy League graduate, and I'm currently a graduate
student at a prominent southern university. After meeting
through a mutual friend, we began an intense courtship
and now live together with marriage already waiting only
on the completion of my studies. Our sex life is decent
in quality and tremendous in quantity, with Jess always
more than eager to romp around in the bed we share.
What happens between the sheets between Jess and me is
evidence of true love, but true love does not always make
the best tale. The (eventually) steamy contents of this
story stem from a recent encounter I had without my
fianc‚e, on a trip back to my hometown. Jess never has to
know, but I have to tell someone.
Hoping to take a faculty position in the college town I
called home for the first eighteen years of my life, I
had arranged to spend a school holiday back in Bruxton,
Alabama. This trip initially had three objectives.
First, I was scheduled to interview with a Dean at the
college.
Second, I had to make the obligatory visit to my parents'
home.
Third, I was planning to spend Saturday afternoon fishing
with my friend, Michael, who didn't have to worry about
returning because he'd never left-and now proudly managed
the new Wal-Mart that dominated local commerce.
Indeed, the Wal-Mart, after forcing out the mom-and-pops
that were already beyond salvation when I packed my bags
twelve years ago, is the local commerce, but it wasn't
unusual for Michael to schedule his Saturdays off. I
arrived Wednesday night, spent Thursday with my parents,
and aced the interview on Friday morning. As it turns
out, however, Saturday was just like any other for my
friend Michael, as he went fishing alone.
After the interview with Dean Marshall, I met with
another childhood friend, who had already started working
at the college in the English department, for a late
lunch. Darren Waters was the school bully throughout our
elementary years, but had become something of a literary
prodigy after his father's money bought him the finest
prep school education followed by ten years at Yale. I
hadn't spoken to Darren much since we were 12, but he had
been quite helpful over the past several months as I
prepared to become an academic colleague of his.
In truth, since we had not attended the same high school
and lacked similar intellectual interests (I'm a
mathematician), we found very little to discuss over
hamburgers at Nelly's, the one thriving business in town
that didn't share it's profits with Sam Walton's family.
Nevertheless, Darren did manage to peak my interest more
than slightly as we were making our goodbyes in the
parking lot. He was preparing to go back to work on an
essay considering how 19th Century American Literature
would have differed had William Shakespeare never lived.
I was going to buy a tackle box.proceeds to benefit Sam's
grandkids, of course. That's when my next 24 hours
changed course altogether.
Lisa Waters had been my sole reason for living for 3
years in my past. I had formally met Darren's younger
sister only during my senior year of high school when I
tutored her in Geometry. She was a junior, still in
public school by her own choice. She was the star of the
tennis team, an excellent student, and an especially
talented writer like her brother, but she might not have
been Valedictorian had she not persuaded me to help her
with some particularly difficult proofs on her homework.
Ok, I did the proofs myself and let her turn them in her
name, so it wasn't exactly help, but it was worth it. Now
I know what you're thinking, but we're not there quite
yet. Nothing happened then, except that I was lucky
enough to spend several hours a week with someone who I
thought to be the most amazing person in the world.
I was leaving for college, and she wasn't quite ready to
get involved with boys back then. My crush on Lisa lasted
for a couple years into my college studies until I
started dating some new women. Not that I ever lost
interest in Lisa altogether, it's just that she wasn't
around, and these other women were.
After wishing me luck on my job prospects (luck that we
both knew I didn't need at this point having already been
essentially offered the job), Darren suggested that I
attend the football game at the high school that evening.
He wouldn't be able to make it-and didn't like sports
much anyway-but he said his sister would be there, as she
had recently added cheerleader coach to her long list of
assignments as a teacher at the school.
Darren never knew how much I liked his sister, but he
knew we were acquaintances and so he offered to call her
and ask her to keep me company. I readily accepted, of
course.
It's seems odd, but for whatever reason, I had no idea
Lisa was teaching at my old school. I guess I assumed she
had moved to a bigger city like she had planned. I
wouldn't have blamed her for wanting to leave Bruxton, as
Lisa Waters isn't a Wal-Mart kind of gal.
Still planning to spend the next day on Michael's boat
with a fishing rod in one hand and a Coors Light in the
other, I should have gone to pick up that tackle box at
this point. But, I rationalized, I hadn't been on that
lake in a decade and might not be out there again in the
near future, so it would be prudent to simply use
Michael's lures. Mostly, I figured it would be more
"prudent" to go home and grab a shower before looking for
Lisa at the stadium. When I arrived at Bryant-Bruxton
Stadium at seven, Lisa was already looking for me.
We spotted each other immediately-let's face it, the town
isn't that big, and neither is the stadium. She looked as
perfect as I could remember: 5'7", long brown hair, big
round breasts, curvy hips, and the tightest little ass!
Everyone else was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt, but
Lisa was wearing a black skirt stopping three or four
inches above the knee and a pale blue sweater cut to
reveal her unseasonably well tanned navel region. It was
about fifty-five degrees on a clear October night, but
this angel from my past was making me hotter than I had
been since at least the last time I had been in that
stadium as the backup quarterback on a last place team.
We sat together throughout the game as she pretended to
keep an eye on her cheerleaders, and I pretended not to.
Of course, I was more than happy to keep my attention
focused right on Lisa. It turns out she had never been
married and was currently uninvolved. Despite my
intentions to hide the fact, she already knew I was not
only seriously involved, but also practically married.
Fortunately, she didn't seem to care.
After four quarters of less than inspiring football, my
alma mater prevailed 10-8 after a short field goal. A
victory was all the other hundred or so fans were hoping
for, but I just hoped the game would never end. I was on
top of the world sitting there in that stadium on a
pleasant autumn night with the most pleasant girl in the
land when Lisa suggested that I give her a ride home
after she sent the cheerleaders on their way.
Some part of me now wonders why I didn't suggest that she
send the cheerleaders on their way over to her house with
us, but really that wouldn't have been necessary. She was
all I needed, and really as much as I could handle!
When I accompanied Lisa into the foyer of her quaint
brick colonial home, she wasted no time in offering me a
libation, which I happily accepted. The bottle of Johnny
Walker went quick as we discussed our respective recent
pasts, and it's now apparent we both left some things
out. By midnight my hand was well under her skirt on the
softest thigh you can imagine, inching its way towards
heaven. She watched my actions intently, but hesitated to
make any moves herself. When I leaned in to taste her
lips, however, I found an anxious co-conspirator.
Our tongues massaged each other for several minutes until
I finally decided to send my fingers off her leg and onto
her panty covered pubic mound. To my initial chagrin,
Lisa's hand grabbed mine before I reached the promise
land, and she broke our passionate embrace. Fearing I had
gone too far, I began to apologize. At this point Lisa
interrupted and insisted that I be quiet. She, in no
uncertain terms, informed me that she fully intended to
have sex with me and that I would be more than happy to
feel her pussy when she was "damn-well ready." Looking
lustily into my blue eyes, my lover-to-be added, "I trust
you know how to beg!"
Completely surprised by Lisa's comments, I mumbled
something with the intent to convey that I wanted her
anyway I could have her, finally managing to say, "shit
yeah, I'll beg if I have to!" Lisa smiled at this and
ordered me to follow her to her bedroom. No complaints
from me, as her bed was the one place in the world I most
desired to be.
Once in her bedroom, Lisa ordered me to remove my
clothes.
"Get naked. Now!" "I want to see that cock and that ass.
I think you'll do, but I want to make sure."
Without giving too much consideration to her words, I
anxiously removed my shoes, socks, pants, and sweatshirt
while Lisa looked on with a horny grin. This would have
been the beginning of my fondest wet dream, except it was
really happening!
"Your boxers!" she screamed, "Damn it. I said I want to
see your cock. Don't you have one? Take off your boxers
and show me your cock. Right now! Bitch!"
"Yes, Ma'am," I thought to myself and made every effort
to comply perfectly by dropping my drawers to my ankles
and stepping out of them. At this time, however, I was
still about ten feet away from Lisa, as she set on the
edge of her bed, legs crossed, still fully clothed. She
no longer appreciated the distance.
"Get over here! I want a closer look!"
As I walked closer, she continued, "Mmmm, you do have a
cock. And a very nice one. Glad to see it's already quite
hard. If I hadn't made you hard by now, I would be very
insulted."
When I was standing in front of her, within inches of her
long, tan legs, Lisa grabbed me by the hips and asked if
I would like her to suck my cock. Of course, I nodded
rapidly, but Lisa took this as a non-response.
"Look, you sorry bitch. I expect real answers. Real
audible answers. I'm an English teacher, remember! I
understand words, so use them. And make sure to call me
Princess when you address me. You got that?"
Well, I'd never been with such an aggressive woman before
(and Jess is as passive as they come), but I was not
going to do anything to jeopardize my opportunity to feel
Lisa's cunt around my dick, so I managed, "Yes, Princess.
Of course, I want you to suck my cock.Princess." And I
said it sincerely.
Despite what I would have considered to that point to be
my best effort, Princess Lisa was not satisfied with this
response.
"That's it. I know you want me, and I want you, but it's
going to be on my terms. Lie down on the bed, face first.
Close your eyes, and spread out your arms."
Figuring it would be unwise to point out that this
position might be painful given the state of my manhood,
I conceded, "Yes, Princess. It's my greatest desire to
please you, Princess." Then I took the position she had
requested. I had no real concern that Lisa would do
anything to hurt me and was more than willing to do
anything that might make her happy. And I was quite
likely to get more out of this than I got from doing her
geometry proofs.
Lisa said nothing after I "assumed the position," and I
waited for several minutes in darkness, my eyes
forcefully clenched to appease my Princess. Finally, her
hands touched my feet, and I soon realized she was
sliding a pair of satin panties onto my body. Though I
had figured this out myself, Lisa was eager to make sure
I knew what was going on.
"You're wearing my panties. You will learn to love them
before the night is through. You will beg for them in the
event they are ever removed. You are my panty slut. It
doesn't matter whether you know what that means now, as
you will momentarily. You are glad to wear my panties and
be my panty slut, aren't you?"
At this point, I had become strangely more aroused than
ever before. I was glad to be Princess Lisa's panty slut.
"Yes, Princess! I'm glad to wear your panties, Princess."
"How glad are you?"
"Oh, Princess, there is nothing in the world I'd rather
do than wear your panties. They are so soft and sexy,
Princess."
"How long do you want to wear them? Huh, slut?"
"I want to wear them forever... forever..."
"Oops, some stupid, worthless panty slut forgot to say
the magic word! I'm your Princess remember. Will you
never learn?"
In truth, I fully intended to call Lisa by the title she
so rightly, in my mind, deserved, but she had simply cut
me off before I could get it out, as the alcohol and the
excitement had combined to make speech more difficult
than normal.
"Sorry, Princess. I didn't mean to forget to say it. I
will learn. Your panty slut will learn to be so good to
his Princess."
"Yes, well, slut, that's very good, but I think it's time
for some more advanced lessons. Stand up!"
As I stood up, I saw my Princess for the first time since
she had ordered me onto the bed. At some point she had
apparently decided that the skirt and sweater she was
wearing were no longer appropriate. Standing there now,
she wore only a black bra and matching panties. I was
proud to notice that the panties appeared to be well
moistened.
"You like what you see slut? How long have you wanted to
see this much of me? Oh, I bet there is more you'd like
to see! You want to fuck me too? God, yes, you do. You've
wanted my tight body for years. You've probably jerked
off that massive cock more than once thinking about how
good it would be to fuck me silly, haven't you."
Well, there was no denying this one.
"Yes, of course, Princess. I have always wanted you.
There is nothing in the world I want more right now than
to have sex with you, Princess!"
"I know you do. I assure you that it will be memorable
for you, and perhaps me too if you're any good. Of
course, I can have any cock I want. Today, I chose you
because you were always so nice to me in school. Now that
I'm a teacher, I'm happy to have you as my pet. And I am
definitely happy to have you wearing a pair of my
panties. Don't forget who's in charge here! Now let me
see how you taste as a panty slut..."
At that Princess Lisa approached me, grabbed the back of
my head, and slid her tongue gently between my lips.
Again I was in heaven. I was no longer sure I needed to
fuck this perfect piece of ass, as kissing her was as
pleasurable as any form of sex I'd ever had before.
Fortunately, she was eager to move on.
"Grab my tits! Massage me. It's called 'priming the
pump!' Get me hot, bitch!"
As I happily complied by kneading her breasts through her
bra, she decided to make a midnight snack out of my neck.
I was risking physical evidence that could be
incriminating upon my return to Jess' arms, but at the
time it wasn't entirely obvious that I would ever return
to my fianc‚e.
In minutes I had removed Lisa's bra without complaint,
and after some quick probing of her hardening nipples by
my able tongue, the Princess pushed me back down onto her
bed. Looking down on me with a wry smile, she moved to
remove her panties, but hesitated, then changed her mind.
"Oh, I do want to take them off. I know you will do
pleasant things to my kitty-kat. But I think you need to
fully appreciate the special sexual quality of panties.
Would you welcome a lesson, my pet?"
"Yes, Princess." I replied without any idea what she had
in mind.
Pleased by my direct and appropriate response, Lisa
climbed onto the bed, straddled my upper body between her
legs, and began to plunge her panty-covered pussy
repeatedly down onto my chest.
"Doesn't the silky material make you excited?"
Instead of pointing out that I was already so excited by
the totality of the events that the silky material of her
wet panties could have hardly had any additional effect,
I simply conceded, "Oh, yes, my Princess. Does the
Princess wish to feel the sexiness of the panties she has
allowed me to wear?"
"Ha ha, silly whore! Might you be trying to get me to
stroke that cock of yours? I'm much to clever for that. I
will please only when and how I wish."
Without further comment, Lisa changed the target of her
pelvic plunges, as she placed her wet panty covered pubic
region directly on my face. The smell was such an
aphrodisiac that I instinctively attacked her with my
tongue, attempting to fight my way beyond the silky
material into her sex folds. After I struggled in this
attempt for several minutes despite Lisa's decided lack
of cooperation, she finally seemed interested in giving
me what I wanted.
"Awww, does the little baby want some pussy-pussy? It is
very wet."
"Yes, Princess, wet pussy is just what I need right now!
I don't want it, I need it! Give it to me!"
"Well, then! Not Miss Manners are we? Very well, I said I
would make you beg, and so you have. But you can do
better than that, can't you?"
"Oh my God. Lisa... Princess! I need to suck your pussy.
I will plunge my tongue into you like you were the
sweetest meal in the heavens. I will massage your clit
with my tongue. I will do anything to please, but please
give me your pussy!"
This did the trick. For the twenty minutes I couldn't get
enough bare pussy rubbed onto my mouth. My tongue could
have kept up its work for hours given the richness of the
prize it was receiving. Whether she had any inclination
to do so or now, Lisa could not disguise her multiple,
violent orgasms as rode my face with vigorousness
unmatched by the world's top bull-riders. Finally, I
remembered my cock. God, what I wouldn't give to get some
attention for my special organ.
"Very good. You've done that before, I can tell. Perhaps
now you would like me to make you cum? I bet you'd like a
sensuous blowjob? Or maybe some cock-cunt action?"
"Yes, I want to fuck you. Suck my cock! Let me slam it in
that pussy I've made so wet for you!"
"My goodness? Have you forgotten who you are? Has all of
that pussy juice gone to your head? Remember, you are a
panty slut. It appears you cannot act properly in this
role."
Lisa then proceeded to roll my body over, again placing
my raging hard cock in the most restrictive position. Bad
enough that it was crowded into some panties that weren't
exactly my size. Now my full 160 pounds was smashing it
into her bed. However, my Princess wasn't concerned, and,
in fact, she continued to increase my agony.
"I'll bet you've never been spanked by a goddess like
myself!"
Whack! Whack! Princess Lisa wasn't as delicate of a
spanktress as her self-imposed title would suggest. Ten,
then twenty slaps to my silk covered ass cheeks left my
butt on fire and my cock in pure misery. I needed to be
freed from this position and fucked properly!
"Now perhaps you fully understand your position. I would
be happy to relieve some of the pressure that must be
building in your dick now."
Well, good, about time!
"But, I forgot to tell you. I don't give head on the
first date, and I'm saving my pussy for my groom. Now as
I'm assuming you're perfectly capable of fucking your own
fist, might I suggest an anal adventure?"
"You want me to fuck your ass? I'd be honored...
Princess."
And so, when she finally granted my pleas to be freed
from her panties, I took full advantage of the
opportunity to wear my Princess' "crown." When I awoke on
the floor of Lisa's bedroom the next morning, she was
already off to cheerleading practice, and Michael was
already on the lake.
I went back to my parents' house to get my things and
start the drive back to be with my future bride. Lisa
will be at our Bruxton wedding next summer and will
undoubtedly make quick friends with Jess as we take up
full-time residence in the town as husband and wife.
I suppose I can only hope Lisa doesn't decide to squeal.
At least I can threaten to turn her in for cheating her
way through Geometry, but I don't have anything on you...
Be good!
END
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