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Amelia's Naughty Stories
by Heatheranne (hthranne@aol.com)
***
Amelia, a school girl with something extra, attracts
the attention of her beautiful teacher. (MF, FF, voy,
mast, herm)
***
Lila lay back on her bed. She had a forearm across her
eyes and she was moaning softly. Her long chestnut
brown hair fanned out on the pillow. Her D-cup breasts
rose and fell in time with her moans. Past her flat
tummy and between her long tapered legs a head topped
with short black hair worked feverishly at Lila's
shaved pussy.
"Fuck, yeah," cried out Lila as she grabbed at the dark
hair of the other woman. Pulling her face tight against
her wet cunt, Lila rode out her orgasm, writhing and
bucking against the tongue that had invaded her pussy.
When her orgasm subsided, Lila rolled over onto her
side and scrunching the pillow under her head. She
watched as Patricia, her face covered in vaginal
juices, retreated to the bathroom.
Patricia was the physical education teacher for
Roosevelt High. She certainly looked the part. Her
short, black hair was cut in a style more suitable for
a boy, and she had practically no tits or ass on her
slender frame.
Lila must have dozed off because the next thing she
knew, Patricia was standing next to the bed in her
slacks, knit shirt and athletic shoes. "I cleaned up
the bathroom," she said in a shy, eager to please
voice.
"Mmmph," said Lila into her pillow.
"Well, I'll see you at school tomorrow, then," said
Patricia.
"Mmmmph," agreed Lila. She rolled over and was back to
sleep before Patricia could get out the door.
Lila was the English teacher for the advanced students
as Roosevelt. She was also the school's resident sex
goddess. In bare feet she stood just over six feet
tall. Her thick, luxurious chestnut hair fell nearly to
her waist. Using Patricia as her personal trainer, as
well as sex toy, she stayed seriously fit. Although she
dressed conservatively for school, in more revealing
outfits, her smooth, bulging muscles were quite
evident. No one with her outstanding bust line and
curvaceous hips would ever be called trim.
The bell sounded for the end of the last class of the
day, and Lila followed the last of her students to the
classroom door as they rushed out. It was her job to
monitor the hall for any wrong doing as the students
streamed out of the school. She didn't mind this part
of her work. It was amusing to see how the students
reacted to her presence.
Most of the boys ogled her figure as they hurried by.
The very few that caught her eye always quickly looked
away. Most of the girls gave her an envious or jealous
glance as they passed by, but there were others who
smiled up at her with meek expressions. They were like
Patricia, they looked eager to please, almost
worshipful.
It took only a few minutes for the rushing river of
students to become a trickle. Lila returned to her
desk. She still had an hour or so of work. She pulled
out her laptop and began to fill in the paperwork that
went with her classroom work. She was typing in a
series of test scores when there was a gentle tapping
on her open door.
She looked up to see Cathy Phillips, the school
principal. Cathy was an average looking woman in her
forties. She had severely permed dark hair and today
she was wearing an unflattering, tweed suit. Cathy
could be a real ball buster when aroused to anger, but
she always seemed to be quiet and restrained around
Lila.
"Do you have a minute?" Cathy asked.
"Certainly."
Cathy came into the room and took a seat at one of the
student's desks. "Something's come up, and I'm hoping
that you can help me with it."
"What's that?" Lila asked. She sat back, crossing her
legs and giving the principal her attention.
"The school board's computer Compliance Coordinator
found something on one of the machines in the library,"
said Cathy.
Lila nodded. The coordinator, better known as the
'computer Nazi,' visited the local schools and checked
out the computers in order to make sure that the
students weren't doing anything they shouldn't. He was
actually a nerdy young man named Rodney who always had
a cup of coffee in his hand. He had the annoying habit
of explaining technical matters at a thousand words a
minute, and then looking faintly confused when people
couldn't keep up.
"Somebody stored a couple of partial short stories on
the computer's hard drive. They deleted the stories,
but of course nothing is erased on a drive until it's
overwritten. The coordinator's snooper program picked
them up." Cathy reached into a pocket of her jacket and
brought out a floppy disk and held it up for Lila to
see. "I have a copy of the stories. They're hardly more
sexually graphic than what you find in the romance
section of the local book store, but the coordinator
had to make a report to the board, and now I have to
make a reply."
"How can I help?" asked Lila.
"The coordinator couldn't tell who wrote the stories.
The computer is a stand alone and the student didn't
have to sign in to his school network account. So I was
hoping that you could read the stories and see if you
recognized the writing style. I'm assuming it was one
of your juniors or seniors." She stood, handing the
floppy out to Lila.
Lila eyed the piece of plastic thoughtfully. "So what
will happen to the student?" she asked.
"I'm thinking some term of expulsion," said Cathy, "the
school board will be expecting that."
And you certainly wouldn't want to disappoint the
board, thought Lila. It was no secret that Cathy's next
step up the school administration ladder was to be the
district superintendent. She took the floppy and said,
"I'll take a look at it and get back to you."
"Tomorrow's Friday and I'm going out of town, but I'll
be in the office on Saturday. I'd like to have this
wrapped up by Monday."
Lila frowned at the arbitrary deadline. Cathy wanted
the student tried and hung by sundown in order to make
herself look good. "I'll read it tonight," she said
levelly.
"Good," said Cathy, looking at Lila's cloudy face.
"Well, I'll see you later, then," she said, suddenly
sounding nervous as she backed out the door.
**
Lila walked into her bedroom. She was wearing a soft
yellow silk robe and carrying her laptop. She fluffed
up the pillows on her king sized bed and sat back in
the center with the computer on her lap.
Patricia padded into the room on bare feet. She was
wearing sweats and a tank top. "You're going to work?"
she asked, clearly sounding disappointed.
"Yeah," Lila sighed, "some student's left a series of
naughty stories on one of the school computers. Cathy
wants me to figure out who-done-it by reading the story
and seeing if I recognize the writing style."
"Ohh… naughty stories," said Patricia with a giggle.
"Can I read along?"
"I suppose," said Lila. She brought up the first story
on the computer's screen as Patricia snuggled to her
side.
Lila and Patricia read:
**
Emma's story.
The spacious office was comfortably cool. The late
afternoon sun, filtered through the darkened windows,
shown on two men. Marcus Fields sat behind his desk
with a phone to his ear. "So you're going to approach
Charlie tonight?" he asked in his soft southern drawl.
He nodded absently at the answer. The conversation went
on for a few minutes, and ended when he said, "OK,
honey, let me know how it turns out. Bye."
Fields glanced from the phone to the younger man
sitting across the desk. "Alright, your man got Black
to pick Emma, she's in."
Adam Fuller nodded. "I'm glad to help. It's hard to
believe that you can't take this situation to the
Justice Department."
Fields pinched the bridge of his nose and rubbed his
eyes. "Four straight Republican administrations have
gutted business regulation. Justice won't touch a case
of industrial espionage unless it's wrapped up with a
pretty, pink bow. First we have to establish a
connection between Black over at Deville and whoever
he's got in my company."
"I'm sure that Emma will be able to do her part," said
Fuller.
"Do you know my daughter?"
"We worked together in Columbia," said Fuller. He
shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "We were close…very
close. She was working for me when she almost got
killed."
"I see," said Fields.
**
Charlie Reed rested his elbow on the bar, and then he
rested his head on his fist. His co-worker, Sam, droned
on about something or another while Charlie looked over
the happy hour crowd at the local watering hole. The
place was full of business types unwinding from their
day. He shifted his weight on his bar stool, suddenly
aware that he had a full bladder from the beers he had
been drinking. He held up his finger in front of Sam's
face and said, "Hold that thought, I have to go to the
men's room."
Charlie made his way between the tables in the bar and
stepped into the bathroom. Harry's Bar and Grill, that
was the name of the watering hole, was known for its
restrooms. Locals had been known to bring their out of
town friends here, just to see the expression on their
faces after a trip to the bathroom.
Charlie walked past the sinks and stalls and stood at
one of the urinals. He pulled his cock from his pants
and unleashed a stream of used beer. Once he had things
flowing, he peered through the darkened glass that
began at chest level and made up the top half of the
wall beyond the urinal. At that point he was looking
into the woman's restroom next door.
A young woman on the other side of the wall was looking
back at him. At least it seemed as if she was looking
at him. Due to a trick of lighting in the ladies room,
the sheet of glass was used as a mirror as well as for
its main purpose of providing a peep show for both
sexes. The young woman swept a strand of auburn hair
behind an ear, and then pointed a finger directly at
Charlie. She made a brushing gesture at her cheek.
Charlie tentatively reached up and brushed at his own
cheek. He felt something fall away. It must be a crumb
from the corn chips I've been snacking on at the bar,
he thought. The girl smiled, nodded, and then turned.
Charlie enjoyed the view as she walked away. The girl
was wearing a yellow summer dress that showed off a
healthy looking athletic figure.
Charlie's bladder finally emptied and he put away his
cock. He washed his hands and checked his face for more
crumbs in the conventional mirror above the sink. He
wasn't the greatest looking guy in the world but he was
tall, slim and had at least average looks.
As he emerged from the restroom, Charlie came face to
face with the girl in the summer dress who had just
come from the ladies room. "Hi," he said, "thanks for
your help."
"No problem," said the girl, "there's nothing worse
than coming home and realizing that you've had food
plastered to your face or a booger hanging from your
nose."
Charlie barked out a laugh. This girl was funny as well
as cute. "Can I buy you a drink to thank you?" He
really wasn't in the habit of trying to pick up girls
in bars, but he couldn't pass up this opportunity.
"Well, I'm supposed to meet someone," she said, and
then a ringing sound came from her purse. She pulled
out her cell phone and checked its display. "Here he is
now."
Charlie gave her a smile and wave. He turned to go back
to the bar; he didn't want to eavesdrop on her
conversation. He was surprised when the girl grabbed
his sleeve and held him back. Her end of the phone
conversation was terse. Clearly, she wasn't pleased
with whoever was on the other end.
"Well," she said as she snapped her cell closed and
stuffed it back in her purse, "apparently I'm free for
that drink you offered. My date's cancelled." She
looked thoughtfully at Charlie. "Or, if you have the
time, I have a reservation at a restaurant around the
block. It would be a shame to let it go to waste."
Charlie grinned at her and said, "Let me go tell my
friend that the prettiest girl here has asked me out to
dinner. I'll be right back."
The restaurant turned out to be small and exclusive.
The head waiter greeted them as if they dined there
nightly and showed them to a table. They settled on a
glass of house wine and an appetizer to open the meal.
After the wine was poured, Charlie raised his glass and
said, "Hi, I'm Charlie Reed."
"Oh," the girl said, startled. "I guess I should have
introduced myself. My name is Emma Peel."
"Nice to meet you, Emma," he said. "We might as well
get right to the trite questions. What do you do for a
living?"
"I'm an intra-city courier," she said, after sipping
from her glass.
"You're one of those guys who go zipping around on a
bicycle?" he asked.
"No, too slow, I use a motorcycle."
"Oh my God," said Charlie, "you're one of those
kamikaze pilots."
"That's me," she said with a grin.
"I've always envied you guys, running up between the
lanes of traffic, breaking all the rules." Charlie
said.
"Yeah, it's all fun and games until I'm sliding down
the street on my ass at sixty miles per hour."
"That's happened to you?" he asked, surprised.
"Not yet, I'm too good," she said confidently. "But my
boss keeps telling me that it will if I don't slow
down. So, what do you do?"
"I do computer programming for a company called Hanes &
Fields. We do high-tech research and development," he
said.
"Sounds interesting," said Emma, "what are you working
on?"
"It's an application that will allow free form
interaction between different groups of mass actors
with disparate programming protocols," Charlie said.
What he had just said was all gobbledy-gook. He was
actually working on some stuff his company hoped to
sell to the military, and he couldn't talk about it.
"That sounds interesting," Emma said, sounding
mystified. "I'm sure that it will be very helpful – to
someone?" she ended lamely.
"It's not a bit interesting," he said with a laugh.
"But thanks for saying so."
They talked all through their meal. Charlie was
absolutely captivated. Emma could talk about anything.
She cracked jokes, and even better, laughed at his. She
flirted shamelessly, and then acted as if she hadn't.
He was beginning to send up silent prayers that whoever
had broken his date with her wasn't a steady boy
friend.
He was about to ask if he could take her home, or at
least get her number, when she said, "How would you
like some dessert?"
Charlie looked down at his plate and then back at Emma.
"We just finished a chocolate something-or-another that
had enough calories to keep us alive for a week. What
other kind of dessert did you have in mind?"
Emma smiled at him with a gleam in her eye and said,
"Follow me."
Charlie trailed Emma's swaying hips through the dining
area and down a flight of stairs. The restrooms for the
restaurant were in its basement. But Emma stopped short
of the bathrooms in front of a door that was marked for
employees only. She glanced around as if to see if
anyone was looking, and then opened the door and
beckoned for Charlie. He followed her into a small room
with harsh florescent lighting. There were wine racks
against the walls and cases of liquor stacked on the
floor. "We shouldn't be in here," he said.
Emma put her hands on his chest, and then ran them up
to his neck. She drew his head down and gave him a
long, hard kiss on the lips. "No, we shouldn't," she
said with a salacious grin when they drew apart. Then
she was kissing him again, with her tongue in his mouth
and her hand on his crotch.
Between the wine and Emma's flirting Charlie had
enjoyed a happy glow in his cock all evening. Now it
blossomed into a full steel erection at her touch. "We
could get caught," he said, even though he sincerely
didn't want her to heed the warning.
Emma reached behind her back. There was the sound of a
zipper opening, and then Emma shrugged off the straps
of her dress to reveal two perfect breasts. They were
full and rounded with tapered areolas peaked with perky
nipples. She took Charlie's hand and rubbed his palm on
one of those nipples. Emma quietly moaned in pleasure
and said, "The fear of getting caught makes me horny as
hell."
Charlie growled deep in his throat. He didn't want his
hand to ever leave her warm, firm breast. He wrapped
his other arm around her waist and drew her body close.
Their lips and tongues mashed against one another
frantically. Charlie found himself dry-humping his
turgid cock against her hips.
Emma broke off their kiss and whispered, "Just a
moment, baby." She reached beneath her loose skirt and
a second later there was a wisp of panties in her hand.
She looked around and then took a seat on the edge of
some stacked boxes. She pulled her skirt up to her
waist and then looked Charlie in the eye. "I'm already
hot and wet for you," she said eagerly as one of her
middle fingers disappeared into her shaved pussy.
Charlie's eyes were as big as saucers. All thoughts of
being caught, indeed, any sort of thinking in general
left his brain. The only thing he wanted right now was
to get the head of his aching dick past that pretty
pink slit. In seconds his pants and shorts were around
his knees. Emma's legs wrapped around his waist as he
leaned forward. His knees were bent, his back was
arched, one hand grabbed at a wine rack for support. It
was a painfully awkward position for a fuck. But none
of that mattered when he felt her hot, wet flesh engulf
the head his cock.
"Oh, that's it," moaned Emma.
Charlie plunged his cock as far as possible into Emma's
tight cunt. He began to hump her as fast as he could
manage. More than once his cock slipped out. Once it
painfully skidded down the front of the box on which
Emma sat. But somewhere in the back of Charlie's mind,
he was very pleased with himself. He hadn't shot off
like a firecracker like he usually did at this level of
excitement. Maybe it was his aching muscles or all the
wine he'd had at dinner, but he was lasting much longer
than usual.
Suddenly, Emma's legs tightened around his waist. She
grabbed at his shoulders as her head lolled back and
her mouth stretched open. Her breath came in hollow
gasps and her cunt milked at his thrusting cock. He
couldn't help himself; Emma's orgasm triggered his
release. He grabbed her hips and fired shot after shot
of hot cum deep into her pussy.
When his dick finally stopped twitching, he looked up
to see Emma grinning at him. "I didn't mean to make you
work that hard," she said.
Charlie felt a drop of sweat roll off his nose and land
on his chin. "It's worth it," he said with a smile.
"It was wonderful," agreed Emma. "But we better get
cleaned up and back to our table before they think we
skipped on the bill."
Charlie practically staggered across the hall and into
the men's room. He splashed some water on his face and
took a few minutes to get his breathing under control
and his clothes straightened. He made his way back to
their table, but Emma wasn't there yet. He took his
seat, assuming that she was still in the restroom.
Their waiter approached and turned over Charlie's
coffee cup. As he poured from a steaming carafe, the
waiter said, "The young lady ordered coffee and paid
for your meals. She said to tell you that she had a
wonderful time, however she had to leave."
Charlie was stunned. He looked about the dining room to
see if he might catch Emma before she left, but she
wasn't there. He looked up at the waiter and said, "I
didn't even get her phone number."
The waiter raised one eyebrow as if to say, yeah you
really screwed up, pal. But all he said aloud was:
"Perhaps you would like some cognac with your coffee?"
**
The next day at work, Charlie spent about one minute at
work for every ten minutes he spent thinking about
Emma. He winced every time he remembered that he had no
easy way to get in touch with her. As lunchtime neared,
he considered using his time to call each of the
delivery services in the area until he found her. He
was actually reaching for the phone, when it began to
ring.
"Charlie Reed speaking," he said into the handset.
"Charlie, it's Emma," he heard.
"Hey," he said, "I missed you last night."
"I'm sorry about that," she said, "something came up,
but I'm here to make it up to you now."
"You're here?"
"Yeah, I'm down in the lobby. I wanted to see where you
work and take you to lunch," she said, "but the guard
down here won't let me in."
"Hang on, I'll be down there in a minute," he said.
Emma wasn't hard to spot as he approached the security
desk in the lobby of his building. She was wearing a
light gray motorcycle riding suit. The material fit her
like another skin. Her auburn hair fell in gentle curls
to her shoulders. If anything, she looked sexier today
than she had last night. She was holding a pair of
sunglasses that she twirled about by one of its
earpieces.
"He wouldn't let me come up to see you," she said,
nodding at the security guard as Charlie approached.
"He's not supposed to let you," said Charlie, "besides,
my office is nothing to look at."
"Oh, come on, It'll let me get to know you better."
Charlie shrugged mentally. His office was off limits,
but there was really nothing of a sensitive nature to
see. All of his work was on his computer and it was
password protected. Charlie looked at the security
guard. "OK, Gordon? Just a quick look around, then
we'll be gone to lunch."
The security guard was an elderly, retired policeman.
He had thin white hair and looked as if a giant had
squashed the features of his face together between
thumb and forefinger. "It's up to you," he said to
Charlie. He picked up something that looked like a
child's plastic ball bat, and walked around his desk
toward Emma. "I'll have to wand you first," he said.
"I don't think it'll fit," said Emma with a smirk at
Charlie.
"Like I haven't heard that one a thousand times,"
grumbled Gordon as he ran the sensor wand around Emma's
shapely figure.
Gordon put the wand on his desk and picked up a plastic
visitor pass. The pass was about three by five inches
with an alligator clip on one end. He handed it to Emma
and said, "Wear this some where visible at all times."
Emma took the pass and looked down the front of her
aerodynamic suit. After hesitating a second, she pulled
the zipper of her jacket down until she revealed a
white scoop-neck tee shirt and a bit of cleavage. She
clipped the pass to her zipper tab so that the pass
dangled in the air beneath her breasts.
"Like this?" she asked Gordon, innocently.
Gordon looked as if he had just bitten into a lemon.
"Whatever, young lady, just be sure that you give it
back when you leave."
"I like him," said Emma as she and Charlie left the
security station.
When they got to Charlie's office, he said, "Hang on a
second, I have to unlock the door." Emma watched
Charlie as she leaned against the wall and held the tip
of the earpiece of her sunglasses thoughtfully against
her pursed lips. He took his employee identification
tag, that hung around his neck on a lanyard, and swiped
it through the slot on a keypad next to the door. Then
he tapped in a series of numbers on the pad and the
locked clicked open.
She followed Charlie into his office. It was a room
about ten feet on a side. Two unfinished I-beams ran
the length of the room near the ceiling. One wall was
taken up by a desk and shelving. On the opposite side
of the room was a large display panel that was
currently acting as a window. It looked as if it were
showing the view from a camera on the top of the
building.
"Well, I love what you haven't done with the place,"
said Emma as she glanced around the basically bare
room.
Charlie laughed and shrugged. "I'll have to admit, I'm
not much of a decorator."
Emma pointed to a corkboard above Charlie's desk. There
was a calendar as well as notes and business cards
pinned there. "I don't see any pictures of a wife,
girlfriend or children." she said, half asking a
question.
Charlie grinned and said. "Is that what you came in
here to see?"
"Well, a girl likes to know these things," she said.
"Some plants and couple of wall hangings would make
things more homey in here." She took him by the arm.
"But for now, let's go to lunch. I have a treat for
you."
Emma flipped her visitor's pass back onto Gordon's desk
with a wink and a smile at the guard as they passed his
station. She and Charlie left the building and
immediately found themselves next to Emma's bike. She
had parked it on the walkway leading to the building.
"You couldn't find a parking space?" Charlie asked.
"Right here," said Emma, waving at the bike as if it
were perfectly obvious that she should have parked it
on that spot.
"Oh, well, right," said Charlie, giving into her
flippant attitude. He looked over the bike. It was
larger than the street racer bikes that he had seen
zipping around town. There was a storage area above the
rear wheel. Obviously, a courier would need something
like that. All in all, the bike looked too big for
someone of Emma's size.
"What kind is it?" he asked. There didn't seem to be
any sort of decal or badge.
"It's based on an old Honda design, but it's been
beefed up. It has a twenty-k motor and a power cell
that will last for a week, plus an active suspension
and adaptive brakes." While she talked, Emma opened the
storage area. The thing broke down into a series of
panels that she flipped and folded and slid around
until a rear seat appeared, complete with backrest.
When finished, she was standing there with two helmets
in her hand. She presented one of the helmets to
Charlie and said, "Here, put this on."
Charlie handled the helmet as if it might blow up any
second. He'd never been on a bike before. "That's OK,
my car's not far. We can take it," he said.
"Don't worry," said Emma. "I'm a good driver." She
leaned to one side, flipping her hair forward over one
shoulder. She gathered it up in one hand, and with a
twist she piled her hair on top of her head and pulled
her helmet on. She took Charlie's helmet from his hand
and clamped it on his head.
Charlie felt the helmet wobble about on his head, then
Emma did something and he heard a click. There was a
hiss and he could feel the lining of the helmet press
around his head.
"Can you hear me?" Emma's voice came from inside the
helmet.
"Yes," he answered.
She gestured at the bike and said, "Hop on."
Charlie hesitated, but his fear of being thought less
of by Emma won out over his fear of riding. He threw
his leg over the seat and settled down.
Emma literally hopped onto her seat. She said, "Myrtle,
power up," as she grasped the controls.
Charlie felt a slight vibration. He figured that Emma
must have some sort of voice communication with the
bike. "You named your bike Myrtle?" he asked.
"Yeah, doesn't she look like a Myrtle?"
Charlie rolled his shoulders in a massive shrug,
although he knew that Emma couldn't see it. "If you say
so," he said.
"And she knows you're back there so do me a favor and
hold onto those grab-bars under your seat, otherwise
she'll whine about safety all the way there. By the
way, just where do you live?"
Charlie gave her his address. He lived in a development
about fifteen miles away. "But in the lunchtime
traffic, that's kind of far, isn't it? I mean, there
are plenty of places to eat closer."
"I thought that we might have a little noontime
dessert," she said in a suggestive voice.
"Oh," said Charlie, remembering Emma's idea of dessert.
The stand for the bike snapped into place, and then
they were rolling into the parking lot. Charlie reached
for the grab-bars.
They moved sedately through the lot and onto the road
that fronted the campus of Hanes & Fields. Charlie took
a deep breath and tried to relax. The sun and wind felt
nice, and there was a wonderful sense of freedom about
this motorcycle business. Maybe I ought to get one, he
thought. Emma turned onto the ramp for the cross town
expressway. She accelerated smoothly into the four
lanes of traffic. And then she continued to accelerate,
a lot.
Charlie took a deep breath. Even the slowest cars on
this stretch of highway moved at well over the posted
speed limit, and Emma was passing them all. They
constantly changed lanes and slalomed neatly through
the traffic. He had to admit that she seemed to sense
what the other drivers would do and where they would go
before they actually did it. He let the air out of his
lungs in a long sigh and tried to relax. "Do you
usually drive this fast?" he asked, wondering if she
was just trying to impress him.
"Oh no," she said, "With your weight on the bike, I'm
taking it easy." They went through a major interchange,
and the traffic thinned considerably. "Now we can make
up some time," she said.
Charlie felt the bike accelerate. And then it just kept
on accelerating. He fought the airflow to look over
Emma's shoulder to see if he could read the
speedometer, but there was nothing there. "Where does
Myrtle hide her gages?" he asked.
"There's a heads-up display on my helmet visor. Why?"
"I was wondering how fast we were going," he said.
Suddenly, there was a huge roar of sound, and a blur of
movement to his right. He turned his head and saw a
dozen interstate trucks moving in convoy. He knew that
they were probably doing at least eighty. He and Emma
had just passed the entire group in the blink of an
eye.
"Do you really want to know?" she asked.
"No, that's OK," Charlie said softly. He watched as
they hurtled toward the next interchange with
frightening rapidity. He saw a pickup shaped dot come
down an onramp and disappear in front of a clump of
cars. Suddenly, brake lights flashed, the cars in the
clump swerved to avoid one another as the truck forced
its way into an interior lane, and then all the lanes
of the highway were occupied. Emma was on the brakes
even before Charlie had realized what was happening.
But even a non-rider like himself could tell that they
couldn't possibly bleed off enough speed to avoid
becoming somebody's bloody bumper ornament.
"Hold tight," said Emma coolly.
Charlie could have sworn that his hands and arms were
already in danger of snapping the grab-bars, and that
his thighs might just crack the power cell that they
were clamped onto. But he found a whole other degree of
tension as the rear of a SUV grew to fill his vision.
At the last instant before impact, Emma released the
brakes and heeled the bike over. Charlie could have
sworn that the sleeve of his jacket dusted the fender
of a nearby car, and that the leg of his khakis had
flapped against the bumper of the SUV as they dived
between the two vehicles.
"Charlie?" said Emma.
"Yes?" he managed to answer, after three attempts to
get some air in his lungs.
"Myrtle says that you're in danger of warping her
suspension."
He managed another breath and said, "Tell her that my
muscles may be cramped like this permanently."
When they finally came to a stop in front of his small,
prefab house, Charlie staggered off the bike. He took a
step, but then he had to lock his knees and steady
himself by leaning against the bike. He watched as Emma
took off her helmet and shook her hair into place. Then
she did her thing with his helmet. There was a whoosh
of air, a release of pressure and suddenly the thing
came off his head. Charlie felt the fresh air cooling
the sweat from his brow. Emma was standing there,
looking at him expectantly, but he was afraid to move
and had to confess, "My knees seem to be a little
wobbly."
"Yeah," she said brightly, "it's the adrenalin rush.
Isn't it great?"
"Just fantastic," he said weakly as he managed to push
away from the bike and walk stiffly toward his front
door.
By the time they reached his bedroom, Charlie was
feeling better. He was standing next to his bed, unsure
now of just exactly what Emma had on her mind about
'dessert', when she put both hands to his chest and
shoved him into a sitting position on the bed.
"You're still looking a little gray," she said as she
straddled his hips, pinning him to the bed. "Let me see
if I can get some color back in those cheeks."
She bent over and gave him a long, firm kiss. Her
tongue went into his mouth and the kiss got wetter and
looser, especially when she began to take off his
clothes. Emma slipped his jacket off his shoulders and
threw it over her head so that it landed on the floor
across the room against a dresser. Off came his shirt
and with it the lanyard with its employee pass. They
joined his jacket on the floor.
Emma had to get off the bed at that point. She slid
Charlie's loafers off his feet and then moved up to his
belt. Soon his pants were with his other clothes. He
was obviously aroused. The bulge of his cock lay
outlined in his jockey shorts. Charlie moved his hands
towards his underwear, but he stopped when Emma slapped
him sharply on the knuckles.
"That's my job today," she said. Emma proceeded to give
Charlie a striptease. She slowly peeled away her riding
suit while doing a bump and grind.
Charlie thoroughly enjoyed the show. Emma had just
enough muscle definition to show that she was in great
shape. In fact, he was beginning to feel self
conscious, like he was some old time porn star with his
soft tummy and still wearing his dark socks.
Emma came over and picked up Charlie's foot. She pulled
off his sock and began to knead the sole of his foot
with her thumbs. "Are you a foot guy?" she asked.
"Not really," he said, "but that does feel good."
Emma lifted his foot higher and began to tickle the
sole of his foot with the nipple of one her firm
breasts. "Now I'm a foot guy," he said with a laugh.
"Or maybe just a weird breast man."
She licked and kissed and teased her way down his
thighs. When she reached his crotch, she gently nibbled
at his cock through his shorts. "Time to get to heart
of the matter," she said, grinning at Charlie. Then she
pulled down his shorts, and his freed cock popped into
the open. Emma proceeded to make out with his rigid
manhood. She kissed it, petted it, stroked it and laved
it with her tongue. Every few seconds, she would take
half his dick in her mouth and suck until the head was
swollen into a near painful state.
Charlie couldn't remember the last time he had been so
aroused for so long. It felt like the head of his dick
was going to pop open any second. His body twitched and
heaved about of its own accord. Every time he raised
his arms to do something, Emma would swat them back
down.
Finally, Emma crawled on top and slipped his almost
numb cock into her tight pussy. Oh shit, it's about
time, he thought. He was ready to pound her cunt like a
jackhammer. But she wasn't about to let that happen.
Somehow, she got all her weight on his thighs, and she
used her hands to pin his arms to the bed. She had a
taunting smiled on her face, as she slowly fucked him.
"You're killing me," he gasped as he tried to hunch his
hips up to meet her downward stroke on his cock.
"Just trying to show you a good time," she said. Emma
sped up her pussy on his cock and brought him to the
edge of orgasm before she stopped completely.
"Please, please" he moaned. He was at the point of
sincerely begging for it.
"Oh alright," she said. "You've been a good boy." Emma
tightened her slick pussy on his dick and pumped her
hips until his cock swelled and shot its hot load. His
entire body vibrated in orgasm for a good half-minute,
and then he went limp as a wet rag.
Emma rolled off of Charlie's sweaty body. He smiled in
contentment and crossed his arms over his chest, as he
rolled on his side into a fetal position. Emma spooned
her body to his and hugged him with one arm. "Let's
take a little nap," she whispered in his ear.
In less than a minute, Charlie's breathing became deep
and regular. Emma waited another two minutes before she
eased off the bed. She went over to the pile of
clothing that she had created. She found the jacket of
her riding suit and pulled what looked like two plain
white plastic cards from an inner pocket. She fished
Charlie's employee ID card from the pile of clothes,
and placed it between her two plastic cards. She took
the corners of the cards between her fingers and bent
them until she heard and felt a soft snap. She held all
three cards together for a full minute before putting
them back where she had found them.
Emma gathered up her clothes and went into the
bathroom. She cleaned up the gooey mess Charlie had
made between her legs and then dressed. She checked her
look in the mirror, and ran her fingers through her
hair. Her thick auburn tresses could use a few minutes
with a brush, but she knew that they would just be
stuffed back under that helmet in a few minutes. She
gave herself a half satisfied shrug at her appearance
and left the bathroom. Charlie was softly snoring, so
she made her way into the kitchen. She checked the
refrigerator and found a small bag of apples. She took
one, and after rinsing it off, she took a loud, juicy
bite. Chewing on the apple she went back to the
bedroom.
Emma shook Charlie by the shoulder. When his eyes
snapped open, she said around the mouth full of apple,
"Let's go honey, we need to get back."
Charlie watched as Emma pulled away on her motorcycle.
Their ride back to Hanes & Fields hadn't been nearly as
hair-raising as the one to his house. He slowly made
his way up the walk back to his office. He didn't know
which was the stronger sensation: the satisfied ache in
his depleted cock, or the hungry ache in his empty
stomach. He certainly hadn't had anything to eat on his
lunch break. He opened the door to the building, and
saw Gordon sitting at his security post. The man was
reading a newspaper and munching on a sandwich.
Charlie gave Gordon a weak smile as he passed by. Then
he stopped short, and turned back to the security man.
He said, "You know, I still don't have that girl's
number."
Gordon cleared his throat loudly and looked at
Charlie's windblown clothes and matted hair. "Maybe
that's all for the best," he said.
**
Emma rode her bike back into the city. She pulled into
a narrow, shabby street lined with tall buildings that
managed to block any direct sunlight. The bike swerved
down into an underground garage and Emma braked to a
stop next to a freight elevator. She went through the
routine of pulling off her helmet and shaking out her
hair, then she took her dark glasses from a small
compartment in the bike and popped them on top of her
head.
She entered the dusty elevator and punched a button,
not for just one floor, but for a series of floors.
When she finished, she looked into a dime-sized glass
panel above the buttons. She knew that a computer was
matching her face to its database.
Finally, the elevator moved, but not upwards. It
descended to a subbasement that didn't exist as far as
the casual elevator user could tell. The doors opened
and Emma exited the cab to see a man striding toward
her.
Franklin Black was head of security at Deville
Incorporated. He had dark, curly hair and a face with
sharp features. He smiled and rubbed his palms together
like a man who had great expectations as he approached
Emma. "How did it go?" he asked, looking slightly
upwards into her eyes. He wasn't a tall man. He wore a
pinstripe suit that was carefully tailored to accent
what height he had and to hide a slight paunch.
"I got it," said Emma.
"Wonderful," said Franklin. "let's go down to the
electronics lab."
They walked down a bare cement hallway lined with
unmarked doors. This was the center of Deville's
industrial espionage department. In past years, this
part of the basement had been filled with the machinery
that kept the building above livable. But in this age,
that chore was done by much more compact mechanisms,
and this area had been walled off to become Black's
secret domain. In addition to being the corporation's
security head, he was also its chief spy.
They stopped in front of a door. Emma couldn't see a
knob or handle on its surface. There was a dark, glassy
square on one edge, however. Black pressed his palm to
the square, a second later there was a soft click and
the door opened. They entered into a room full of work
benches and racks that held electronic equipment.
"May I have the items?" Black asked.
Emma pulled the dark glasses from the top of her head
and handed them to Black. She unzipped her jacket
nearly to her navel. Pulling back one side of the
jacket, she revealed one perfect breast to Black's
gaze. She hadn't bothered to put her t-shirt back on
before she had left Charlie's house. She reached into
an inner pocket and pulled out the two plastic cards.
Charlie's gaze was locked on Emma's chest as he took
the cards. "Thank you," he said, noticing that she
hadn't re-zipped her jacket. He reached into an inner
pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out a wad of cash.
"As we agreed, here's half your money. You'll get the
other half after I've confirmed the worth of your
data."
Black was intrigued when Emma didn't reach for the
money. She just stood there with a slight smile on her
face, staring into his eyes. Black took a step forward.
"Of course, we could have a little party before you
leave," he said, reaching out a hand toward her now
half exposed breasts.
Emma knew about Franklin Black. He was a vicious little
dictator to the people who worked under him. If they
wanted to keep their jobs, the men had to be
sycophants, and the women had to endure an endless
stream of sexual innuendo. Oddly enough, the women who
tried to advance their careers by responding to him
found themselves on the street.
Emma grabbed Black's fingers before they actually
touched her skin. She levered his wrist backwards until
he gasped with pain and moved away. She saw something
close to adoration in his eyes as he massaged his hand
and wrist.
"Why don't we check that stuff now? Then there won't be
any question about how much data was gathered," Emma
said with a humorless smile.
"Alright," said Black. He moved to a computer on one of
the workbenches and started a program. He took the two
plastic cards and popped them into some sort of black
box reader. After the computer worked for a few
seconds, views of both sides of Charlie Reed's employee
pass appeared on a monitor. A long list of
specifications and technical data followed.
Black pulled his eyes away from Emma's chest long
enough to check the screen. He nodded and said, "Good,
we've got all the data including the electronic
encoding."
He moved on to the glasses. They also went into a
reader. "These glasses are cool stuff," Black said as
he brought up another program on the computer. "There
are hundreds of tiny photo receptors sandwiched in
between the inner and outer lenses. The receptors are
connected by ultra-fine wire filaments to a crystal
memory in one of the temple pieces. So we end up with a
picture of whatever the lenses saw." He tapped at the
keyboard and squinted at the monitor as he tilted his
head from side to side.
"The good news is that the glasses are undetectable by
any sensors short of the latest government equipment.
And the bad news is that the software used to sort out
the data is hardly user friendly." He fiddled with the
computer several minutes, then a picture of Charlie's
fingers appeared as they tapped in the pass code to his
office. "And there we go – you got just what we
needed," Black said with an evil grin.
"I thought you'd be happy," said Emma.
Black shrugged his shoulders. "I don't have the rest of
your money on me. You'll have to wait until I get it
from the accounting department."
Emma stepped up to Black. She grabbed his hair and
jerked his head back. She kissed him so savagely that
when they parted, there were imprints of her teeth on
his lips. But before they parted, Emma could tell that
Black was beginning to respond to her. That was when
she set one of her feet behind his heel and gave him a
shove.
Black tripped and fell to the floor on his ass. By
turns he looked stunned, chagrinned and amazed when he
finally looked up at Emma. She stepped between his legs
and put the heel of one shoe next to his ass and rested
its toe firmly on his crotch. She sneered at him and
said, "I don't want simply the other half of my pay. I
want to make ten or a hundred times that much."
"Why? What are you talking about?" he asked in
confusion.
"Don't play me for an idiot," she said. "The security
at Hanes & Fields may be subtle, but it's thorough. The
stuff I gave you today will only get you past one door.
There has to be more going on, and I want in on it."
Black looked thoughtful as he managed to prop himself
into a sitting position, using one arm to stay upright.
"It's not that simple. You must know that these things
are compartmentalized," he said. His free hand went to
Emma's shoe, but he didn't try to remove her foot from
his crotch; he used the toe to rub back and forth on
his hardening cock.
Emma jerked her foot from his grasp and knelt beside
him on the floor. She grabbed his hair once more and
gave him another smash-mouth kiss. It wasn't as savage
as the first one, but there was no doubt as to who was
kissing whom. Her hand went to his crotch and began to
jerk on his cock through his pants.
Breaking her ruthless kiss, Emma said, "So, pencil-
dick, you don't really know what's happening. Maybe
you'd better tell me who does, so I can talk to someone
with real authority." She stopped masturbating him and
locked up his cock and balls, along with a handful of
cloth, in a viselike grip.
"No," he gasped through clenched teeth, "I'm your man.
I just need some time to plan out the next move."
Emma resumed her cock stroke. She looked Black in the
eyes until he blinked and his gaze slid down to where
her fingers moved around on his dick. Emma felt his
body shudder and stiffen. She put her hand on his face
and shoved him prone on the floor once more as she
stood up. "You cum like a schoolboy," she sneered. "of
course that sort of goes along with the size of your
prick."
Emma jerked the zipper of her jacket back into place.
She looked down her nose at Black, but then the scowl
on her face disappeared and was replaced with a faint
smile. Her voice was low and intimate as she said, "I
know what you like, Franklin. Work with me and I'll
turn you every which way but loose."
Black lifted his head enough to watch Emma's shapely
ass as it left the room. When the door closed behind
her, he laid his head back on the cool, tile floor.
There was a scheming smile on his lips as his hands
groped at his cum coated penis.
**
Emma rode her bike back into the city traffic. "Myrtle,
call father's cell," she told the computer that watched
over her bike as well as providing other services.
"Dialing," said the motherly voice.
"Hi, honey, how's it going" said the soft southern
drawl of Marcus Fields as he answered the call.
"Hey," said Emma, "I have some information for you."
"That didn't take long." Fields said, "How about
meeting for dinner? We can talk it over."
"I suppose you want to eat at that steak house," Emma
said as she slalomed around a Porsche that was going
too slow to suit her. Her father was a multi-
millionaire with very common taste, at least as far as
food was concerned.
"Yes, meet you there at seven, bye"
"Bye, Dad," said Emma. Her father was also known for
his brevity on the phone.
Emma drove her bike into the apartment complex where
she lived, and parked next to a Toyota Camry, her other
vehicle. Her passion for speed didn't extend to her
cars, at least not currently.
Emma went to her kitchen and retrieved a bottle of
water from the refrigerator. She sipped at the cold
liquid as she shed her clothes in her bedroom and took
a seat at her vanity. After pulling cotton swabs from a
drawer, she dipped one into an unmarked jar of liquid
and wiped it across one eyebrow. The swab turned brown
as it took the color out of her fine hairs.
When both eyebrows were back to their natural blonde,
Emma went to work on her hair. She used another swab
and a different liquid on her hairline. In a minute,
she was able to remove the auburn wig that she had been
wearing from her head. She popped brown tinted contacts
out of her eyes, putting them in a case along with
other contacts of different colors.
Emma's naturally icy blue eyes examined her reflection
in the mirror. She ran her fingers through her short,
blonde hair and frowned at the sight of the shapeless
yellow mop. Oh well, she thought, I'm going shampoo it
in a minute anyway.
Emma drew a hot bath and poured a liberal dose of bath
oil in the water. She sunk up to her neck in the
scented water and sighed. Suddenly, she was exhausted.
The doctors had released her, and hours of physical
therapy had left her toned and fit, but is seemed as if
the least amount of tension in her life left her
drained of energy. As the hot water relaxed her
muscles, Emma's eyes closed and she fell asleep.
**
Five years earlier:
Seth's handsome face arose from between Emma's thighs.
"Ready, baby?" he asked with a leering grin.
Emma exhaled with a ragged sigh. His tongue had done
its job between her vaginal lips. She knew that her
pussy was practically oozing. She held out her arms and
spread her legs wide. "Yeah, let's do it," she said.
Seth rose up on his knees. His cock stood proudly
against his torso; its flared head hovered well above
Seth's bellybutton. Emma loved to simply drink in the
sight of his fantastic body. His well developed muscles
flowed sinuously as moved between her upraised knees.
Of course, Seth had good reason to possess all those
muscles. He was a declared football player at their
college, which meant that he attended class on only a
voluntary basis. Most of his day was spent eating,
sleeping, working out and wondering which professional
team was going to hand him an obscene amount of money.
Any of his spare time was devoted to his sex life. That
suited Emma just fine. He was always hard and eager to
stuff her full of potent cock. He was the ultimate fuck
toy, or maybe she was his. It was hard to tell.
At that moment however, it didn't matter. She moaned as
he split her pussy lips wide and slid eight inches of
thick man meat into her wet and eager cunt. Seth locked
his elbows and knees so that only his hands and toes
were on the bed, then he began to swing his hips,
driving his dick back and forth.
Emma came, her contracting pussy milking at his big
cock. She ran her hands up the corded muscles of his
arms and gazed into his brown eyes. He smiled down at
her and said, "Another one?"
"Yeah," she agreed, and began to thrust her hips up in
time to meet his down strokes. The liquid, slapping
sounds of sex filled the room. Emma came again, and
then Seth arched his back and shuddered as he poured
out his steaming ropes of cum.
Seth was in the shower almost before Emma realized that
he had left the bed. She stretched languidly and
snuggled against one of the fluffy pillows. She must
have dozed off, because the next thing she knew she saw
that Seth was pulling on a jacket and pocketing his
keys. "You in a hurry?" she asked, propping her head on
her hand.
"Sorry babe," he said, "I have a team meeting." He came
to the bed and gave her a quick smack on the lips. "How
about locking the door on your way out?" And with that,
he was gone.
Emma took her time dressing. She checked her face in a
mirror and ran her fingers through her long blonde
hair. She sighed as she traced the tip of her finger
along one eyebrow. It was eight in the evening and she
needed to go back to her room and study for her
upcoming finals, but her heart just wasn't in it. She
left Seth's apartment, and was halfway across campus,
when she decided that a big dose of caffeine would perk
her up.
She detoured to a coffee shop and bought a quart-sized
latte. She sipped on her coffee as she maneuvered
between the cars parked near one of the housing units.
She came to a stop when she saw a familiar bright red
car stop, and Seth emerge from the driver's side. The
door to one of the apartments opened, and a girl ran
out to greet Seth. She laid a long hard kiss on his
lips.
Emma finally got a good look at the girl after the
couple stop trying to swallow one another's tongues.
She was wearing a red sheath that started halfway down
her breasts and stopped halfway up her thighs. That
must be some meeting Seth's going to, Emma thought.
Maybe it was a meeting of the cheerleading squad. With
a sinking heart, she watched until the couple was in
Seth's car and well down the road before she resumed
her trek back to her room.
Sitting at her desk in her room, Emma stared down at
her pad without really seeing it. For the third time in
the past hour, it had gone blank through lack of input.
She sighed and took a sip of the near empty cup of
coffee. It was cold and unappealing. The image of Seth
and that girl kept on intruding into her mind. She and
Seth didn't share any sort of emotional or romantic
connection. At least that was what she had been telling
herself. It was more of a cunt to cock relationship
that was ultimately doomed to failure. Instinctively,
she had known that Seth was getting more pussy than she
supplied. But now that she knew it for sure, they were
through.
She tapped at her pad and the text on childhood
education reappeared. She sighed. She had had trouble
deciding on a major, and she had finally chosen
elementary school education. Teaching had seemed like
something worthwhile that she could sink her teeth
into, but the basic classes were boring and she
certainly couldn't work up any enthusiasm for the
subjects.
Emma tapped on the Internet connection and brought up
the site that every young person in the United States
dreaded. Ever since the Bush wars at the turn of the
century, the United States Government had mandated
universal service for every young citizen. College
graduates could serve in their chosen fields, but
everyone who waited for the draft got processed and
assigned where they were most needed. People who signed
up for their service had at least some say in what
happened to them.
It was foolish to wait until you were drafted. Emma
pursed her lips around the end of her stylus for a
minute, and then brought up the application for
service. Thirty minutes later she shut down her pad and
rolled into bed. At the end of her school term, she
would be off to the former marine base at Paris Island
for indoctrination. Her father would be disappointed.
Not that she had joined up, but that he hadn't had a
chance to whisper in a few well placed ears in order to
smooth her way.
**
Four months later at the Paris Island Joint Services
Training and Evaluation Center, known simply as boot
camp by everyone, Emma entered one of the base
conference rooms. A man stood as she came through the
door, and stuck out his hand. "Trainee Fields, nice to
meet you," he said.
The man wasn't in uniform so Emma didn't snap to or
salute. She said a simple, "Hello," as she took his
hand.
The man gestured for her to sit down. "My name is Ralph
Banks. I'm in charge of recruiting for a group
organized under the Homeland Security Act. Its official
title is Special Action Group Seven, which of course
gets reduced 'SAG-seven.' We are tasked with gathering
intelligence on the terrorist groups that are financed
by drug money in Latin America." He picked up a pad and
turned his gaze to its screen. When he began to speak
to Emma once more, it was in rapid fire Spanish. "Your
aptitude tests show that you are fluent in Spanish."
"Yes," Emma replied in kind, "I grew up around Latinos
and learned Spanish almost as a first language.
Banks nodded. "Your training and test scores have made
you eligible for several different specialties. We'd
like for you to consider our outfit. If you're
interested, then you'd take the small arms and hand to
hand combat courses here at Paris Island. After that,
we'd evaluate your progress and go from there."
Six months later Emma found herself in Columbia, South
America. She was stationed at a U.S. consulate in the
city of Cali. Somewhat to her surprise, she had
excelled in her training and now she found herself in
charge of three other agents - SAG-seven didn't use
military ranks. She and her group spent most of their
time in the consulate compound. They translated Spanish
into English for the intelligence spooks. Most of the
time, they worked with telephone conversations and
taped interviews.
It was chilling work. The bad guys could best be
described as ruthlessly evil. Emma lost count of the
number of times she had translated an account of a
brutal slaying. Dismemberment seemed to be the favorite
non-lethal punishment. On her few journeys outside of
the compound, Emma was surprised that she didn't see
wholesale lots of men with missing body parts. The
women didn't fair much better in her translations.
Casual rape and abuse seemed to be their fate.
When they weren't translating, Emma's team took a
rotation at guard duty and twice they had worked as
backup to the full time professionals as they arrested
one of the narco-terrorists. The Columbians were more
than happy to sanction such arrests. It kept them
relatively free from reprisals, and at the same time it
let them appease the U.S. government.
Emma spent her limited free time with a man named Adam
who was officially one of the translators.
Unofficially, he was one of the intelligence spooks.
Either way, he wasn't Emma's boss and they made the
most of their situation.
Emma awoke and looked at her watch. It was just past
midnight. Adam's muscular arm was draped over her waist
and she could feel his warm breath on her bare neck as
he slept. She smiled in the faint light of the sparsely
furnished room. She figured that Adam should be
recovered from their furious love making that had left
them exhausted and dozing for the last two hours. She
gently turned until she was face to face with her
lover.
Emma reached between their bodies and found his flaccid
cock. She twirled her fingers around its head and drew
them down the length of its shaft. In a few seconds,
she felt Adam's dick begin to lengthen and fill. His
penis slipped across his smoothly muscled thigh until
it was parallel to his trim stomach. She turned in the
bed until her tongue could reach the sensitive skin of
his cock that was just under its swollen head. She
licked and kissed and teased until Adam's cock head was
jumping and twitching about on her lips.
After playing with his dick for a few minutes, Emma
decided that if Adam wasn't simply feigning sleep, then
it was time for him to wake up. After all, she wasn't
in his bed to grant free blow jobs. She threw a leg
over his head, forcing Adam onto his back. She heard a
muffled groan of surprise, and felt his arms wrap
around her hips.
Emma felt his head move just enough to free it up, and
then she heard Adam say, "What time is it?"
She took her lips off his cock and said, "I could stop
and take a look if you'd like."
"Don't you dare," she heard from between her legs,
followed by his tongue stabbing into her pussy.
Adam's talented lips washed up and down her vaginal
lips, and his tongue teased her clit as it speared into
her wet cunt. Emma felt the hot blood flood her pussy.
The pressure in her groin grew and peaked sooner than
she had expected. She laid her head on Adam's thigh,
her face in a grimace of ecstasy as her orgasm
exploded.
Emma's fingers jerked on Adam's dick as she enjoyed
multiple orgasms. She smeared pussy juice all over his
face as her hips writhed from side to side. She
rewarded her lover by sucking the length of his
distended cock into her mouth and working it over until
it popped its load of cum.
Emma had just snuggled back under the covers when the
insistent chirping of an alert sounded in the room. She
and Adam reached for their pads.
**
"Mmm... I liked that," said Patricia when the last of
the story scrolled across the screen, "a take charge
woman. It makes me horny."
"Me too," said Lila. She flipped aside the opening of
her robe to reveal her long, tanned legs. "So why don't
you do something about it?" She spread her legs wide
and her shaved pussy came into view. Her vaginal lips
were pink and moist with excitement.
Patricia moved eagerly to comply. She scrambled between
Lila's smoothly muscled thighs. Moistening her lips she
gave Lila's pussy a light, loving kiss. Her tongue
parted Lila's lips and licked upwards until it crossed
the swelling bud of her clit. She reversed the process
by moving the back of her tongue over Lila's clitoris
and inserting it as far into the woman's glistening
pussy as she could manage.
Meanwhile, Lila brought up the second story on the
disk:
**
Snow
Once upon a time long ago and in a country far away
there was a fairytale kingdom. The King was a good
ruler. He was kind to his people and the kingdom
prospered. The King had a daughter named Snow White.
She was a lovely child and destined to take her
father's place on the throne. One day the Queen, Snow
White's mother, died in an accident. The King was
deeply depressed for months and very unhappy for years.
He thought that he would never love again. Then one day
a princess from a far off land came to the King's
castle and asked for refuge. Her country had undergone
a revolution and she was an exile.
Her name was Charlotte and she was quite beautiful and
charming. It wasn't long before she captured the King's
heart – among other body parts – and they were wed.
Charlotte wasn't known for her warm heart. She never
bothered to be a mother to Snow White. She cultivated
the rich and powerful and ignored most everyone else.
But first, a bit about how Charlotte came to the
Kingdom:
The woman walked into the tavern. She was dressed like
a peasant in a simple dress that was worn with age. She
had a shawl that covered her head and shoulders and she
held it clasped in hands that crossed her bosom. But
the woman didn't walk like a peasant, worn down from
years of hard labor.
She held her head high as she coolly surveyed the
tavern's patrons. They were a mixture of men of the
town as well as travelers and farmers come to market to
sell their harvest. They were here to drink and gamble
and have their pleasure with the women who awaited them
on the second floor of the tavern.
The woman made her way to bar. The tavern's owner and
his wife were there. He was pouring drinks and talking
with the patrons while she gave orders to the serving
wenches and took in the money. As the woman watched, a
man approached the wife and after a short discussion,
he exchanged money for a token from her and headed up
the stairs. He disappeared into one of the rooms
visible from the ground floor.
The woman stepped in front of the wife and pulled the
shawl from her head and settled it on her shoulders.
The wife looked up from her money box and said, "What
do you want, deary?"
"I need a job," the woman said, glancing up to the
floor above.
The wife looked her over. The woman was tall with sharp
features. She had dark hair with more than a touch of
gray in it. "Aren't you a bit old for that work?" she
asked.
The woman pulled the shawl from around her shoulders
and draped it over her arm. She ran her hands over her
breasts and held the dress tight to her waist. "I have
a good figure," she said. "Don't worry; I know how to
please a man."
"Give her a try," said the owner, who had been
listening in. He gave the woman a leering grin.
"You never mind," the wife snarled at her husband, who
laughed and went back to his own business.
"Alright deary, here's the key to number seven in the
back. When a man comes up he'll give you one of these
tokens." She showed the woman a square wooden chunk of
wood with a number scratched on it. "At noon tomorrow,
you bring me the tokens you've earned and I'll buy them
back from you."
The woman nodded. "How much for each token?"
The wife named a figure and the woman nodded again. She
took the key and said, "I'm ready any time."
"And who should I tell the gentlemen to ask for?" said
the wife.
"My name is Charlotte," said the woman. She left the
tavern keeper and his wife, and walked up the stairs as
if a suite of rooms and a dozen servants awaited her.
The reality was much harsher. Number seven was a bare
room except for a hefty bed and a small table that held
a single lit candle. She tossed her shawl on the bed
and ran her fingers through her shoulder length hair.
She put her hands on her hips and turned about,
frowning at the plain floor and walls. She was about to
sit on the bed to await her first customer when there
was a knock at the door. Charlotte answered the door
and had to look down into the eyes of an ill clad
farmer. He thrust his token at her as if it was a gift
that he was eager to give.
Charlotte took the token and said, "Come in good sir,
and what is your name?"
The man held his hat in both hands, clutched in front
of his crotch as he entered the room. "My name
is…uh…John."
"Well of course it is," said Charlotte with a smile.
She took a seat on the bed. "Come stand over here,
John." The man approached and she pulled his hat out of
his hands to reveal a bold tenting of his loose
trousers. There was a dark stain at the tip of the
bulge. "You seem very eager."
"I haven't had a woman in months," he blurted out. He
watched as Charlotte loosened his pants and his stiff,
dark red member popped into view. He was amazed when
she slipped her lips around the head of his cock. He
felt a tickling sensation that that quickly grew in
intensity and suddenly he was cumming like never before
in his life.
His back arched and his face froze in a rictus as he
poured shot after shot of milky cum into her eager
mouth. Just when he thought he was drained, another
bolt of sexual energy would shoot from her lips through
his cock into his balls and even more cum would pour
out. Amazingly, he had more orgasms, one after the
other until the muscles of his groin cramped and his
sturdy farmer's legs trembled with fatigue.
Finally her lips pulled away and John staggered back.
He saw Charlotte swallow and dab at her lips as if she
had just sampled a fine wine. She stepped up to John
and ran her fingers along his cheek. "Did you enjoy
that?"
"It was amazing. No woman has ever done that to me."
Charlotte smiled. "And no other woman will ever be able
to make you feel like that again. Now I want you to go
downstairs and tell those other men how much you
enjoyed it."
John frowned, he had paid good money for that token and
he had been with her for only a couple of minutes. He
was about to complain, but then he looked into her eyes
and felt the cool touch of her fingers and suddenly his
complaint disappeared. "Those men will laugh at me when
I return so quickly, but they'll thank me after they've
been with you," he said with a dreamy smile.
"That's right," said Charlotte. "Now send them to me."
She practically shoved John out the door.
Three hours later the pile of tokens on the table in
Charlotte's room had overflowed onto the floor. There
hadn't been a knock on her door for several minutes and
she was beginning to think that she had exhausted the
supply of men. She stretched and yawned and began to
contemplate actually sleeping on her bed when there was
a heavy pounding on her door.
"Come in," she called out. "There's no need to knock it
down."
The door swung open to reveal a man who filled the
doorway from top to bottom and side to side. He was
wearing a heavy leather vest and a belt that held a
long sword and dagger. He gave Charlotte a searching
look and held out a ham sized hand. When he opened his
hand a dozen tokens fell out. His voice rumbled as he
said, "The men downstairs can't stop talking about you.
I've bought you for the rest of the night."
Charlotte smiled. "You're no farmer."
"My name is Thard," he said. He began to remove his
belt and vest. "You're correct, I am not a farmer. I'm
the captain of a band of mercenaries."
"Oh really," said Charlotte, suddenly interested.
"Where are your men? Will they be following you?"
Thard continued to undress as her crossed the room.
"I'm not in the habit of revealing the whereabouts of
my men. Besides, you won't want another man after me."
I'll know all that I want to know before the night
ends, thought Charlotte. She watched as Thard finished
disrobing. He was heavily muscled and his body showed
numerous scars.
He pointed at Charlotte and said, "Undress, woman.
Every man who returned from this room talked about your
sweet mouth. I want more."
She smiled and began to pull off her tattered dress.
She slipped the rough material off of her smooth
shoulders and let the top of the dress fall to her
waist. Thard's eyes widened. Her breasts were near
perfect creamy globes tipped with pert nipples. She
stepped out the dress to reveal wide hips and long,
slender legs. He couldn't find the first sign of a
blemish on her supple body. Thard's cock sprang erect.
"You look much younger now than when you first entered
the tavern," he rumbled.
"It must be the candle light," she said. Charlotte
grasped Thard's erection and stroked it a couple of
times. To his embarrassment Thard's cock immediately
shot a half dozen streams of milky cum onto her hand
and arm.
"Damn you," he cursed. But Charlotte just smiled lazily
at the big man as she licked his cum from her arm and
swallowed it, all the while running her fingers around
and over the sensitive head of his cock. Thard was
amazed to find that his cock not only stayed rock hard,
his desire hadn't diminished at all.
Charlotte took a firm grip on his dick and pulled him
over and onto the bed. She didn't stop pulling until
his erection was nestled firmly in her pussy and her
legs wrapped around his waist. Thard began to pump his
hips at a furious rate. For nearly an hour Charlotte's
pussy tickled and teased and milked at his swollen
cock. When he finally came, he thought that his dick
had simply exploded.
The following morning the tavern keeper's wife watched
as Thard came and went from her establishment. He
carried numerous packages up the stairs only to leave
empty handed and return with more. At noon he came down
the stairs once more, but this time he was carrying a
huge travel bag in each hand. Behind him came Charlotte
dressed in fashionable, yet practical traveling
clothes. At least the wife thought it was Charlotte.
She wondered if the woman's younger sister hadn't
arrived in the night.
Charlotte approached the bar and laid out the shawl
that she had been wearing the previous evening. She
unwrapped the material to reveal the impressive pile of
tokens that she had accumulated. "I'd like my money for
these please."
The wife squinted at Charlotte. "You look different,
much younger than you did last night."
Charlotte smiled patiently. "Perhaps it was that
delightful room that you gave me, plus a good night's
rest."
The sarcasm was lost on the old woman. She snorted and
said, "You didn't get much rest last night, deary. The
other girls'll be glad to see you go. They hardly made
a penny last night."
"I'll be happy to leave," said Charlotte, "if you'll
just pay me."
"Let's see," said the wife. She carefully counted out
the tokens, and then she pulled out a money box and,
even more carefully, she counted out a sum of money.
She shoved the money across the bar in front of
Charlotte.
She shook her head. "That's not what we agreed upon."
The wife shrugged. "I have to take out for your room
rent, the sheets and candles and so forth."
"Are you sure that you don't want to charge me for the
air I breathed as well? Look, I know what the men paid
for those tokens. I want my fair share."
The wife shook her head. She put her hands flat on the
bar and leaned over to hiss, "Take it or leave it. If
you cause trouble, I'll call the high sheriff on you."
Charlotte glanced over her shoulder. "Thard? Please
collect what this lady owes me. I'll wait outside."
The wife glanced at Thard. She was about to tell him
where to leave off when the dagger that he had been
wearing at his waist suddenly lanced through her hand,
pinning it to the bar. She opened her mouth to scream
but then she felt the cold steel of Thard's sword at
her throat. He dumped out the contents of the money box
onto the bar, and then he scooped up a double handful
of gold coins and stuffed them into a pocket. "I
wouldn't make a fuss," he said to the wife," as he
roughly pulled the dagger from her hand. "Otherwise,
you might lose more than a little money." In a second,
he had followed Charlotte out the door.
Thard and Charlotte rode through the countryside
unmolested. Apparently, the inn keeper and his wife had
decided to cut their losses, or perhaps the local
constabulary was just slow to respond. In any event it
was nearly dark when they pulled into a dark wood and
were immediately challenged by a sentry.
"Thard and a friend," Thard said in answer to the
challenge. He and Charlotte moved on and soon entered a
camp where several small fires burned.
"How many men do you have?" asked Charlotte.
**
Patricia's neck ached with the effort of keeping her
head in place in order to service Lila's weeping pussy.
Her lips were locked onto to Lila's cunt, and she had
lapped the woman's clit until her tongue was sore. Lila
had shuddered through several orgasms, but apparently
she was eager for more. She closed her thighs on
Patricia's head and crossed her ankles on top of
Patricia's butt.
Lila read on:
**
Sandy
1500 hours – Mountain Valley Golf Resort - Mountain
Valley, North Carolina
Sandy unlocked the door to her room and stepped inside.
She stood still for a second and reveled in the cool,
dry conditioned air that seemed to suck the
perspiration away from her bare arms and legs. She
plopped the golf bag that she was carrying into a
corner of the room. The dents and marks in the corner
told her that she wasn't the first person to take
advantage of that convenient spot.
Sandy took a liter bottle of cold water from the room's
small refrigerator. She opened it and took a long
swallow as she walked into the bathroom. She examined
her trim and fit figure in the wide bathroom mirror to
see what eighteen holes of golf had done to her look.
Her shirt was still tucked neatly into her shorts, but
there were some severe sweat stains under her arms. She
took off the visor that she'd worn on the golf course
to protect her face from the sun and ran her fingers
through her dark blonde hair.
Strands of her hair were plastered to her brow with
sweat. "It'll be nice and cool in the mountains," she
mocked to the face in the mirror. The temperature had
been in the eighties for her ten-thirty tee time and it
must have been over ninety by the time she'd finished
her round. Everyone at the resort kept assuring her
that 'It'll cool off, this is mighty hot for the Smoky
Mountains, especially in June'.
Sandy picked up a brush and started to run it through
her hair, but then she decided that there was no point;
she needed a cool shower before she did anything else.
She turned to the shower door and she was about to
start the water when there was a knock at the outer
room's door.
Sandy went to the door and put her eye to the peephole.
Don, the golf pro, with whom she'd been partnered that
morning, was standing there. At first the starter had
paired her with a couple of retired salesman on the
first tee. Then Don had run up and asked if he could
join them. It turned out that he was one of the
assistant golf professionals at the resort and that he
wanted to get in a round on his day off. He was a tall,
blonde, good-looking young man and Sandy had enjoyed
their game together.
She opened the door. "Hi," she said.
"Hi there," answered Don. He held up a battered old,
dirty white club head cover. "I found this next to the
golf cart we were using. I thought maybe you'd dropped
it."
Sandy glanced at the cover. She knew that ratty old
thing didn't belong to her. And she knew that he knew.
Sandy examined the sly smile on Don's handsome face.
She turned, not bothering to close the door and said,
"I was about to take a shower."
A minute later there were two puddles of clothing on
the floor and Don and Sandy were standing under a
comfortably cool shower of water. Don poured a generous
glob of liquid soap into the palms of his hands, and
then he massaged the slippery stuff into Sandy's neck
and shoulders.
"Oh that's good," she sighed. She could feel the
tension flowing out of her muscles.
Don ran his soapy hands over her shoulders and down her
arms. Sandy took his hands in hers and cupped them over
her breasts. Don took the hint and soaped and caressed
every square inch of her tits, strumming his fingers
across her erect nipples repeatedly.
Sandy could feel the tip of his hardening cock begin to
work its way up her firm butt. She leaned back and
swayed her ass around, massaging Don's hardness between
their bodies. He responded by moving his hands lower
and lower on her torso until one of his fingers dipped
into her pussy. "Mmmmm…"Sandy moaned. They played with
one another that way until Sandy felt dizzy with
passion and she could feel Don's hot breath snorting
against her neck.
She turned in Don's embrace until they were face to
face. She took his cock in hand. She slipped her
fingers along the length of his stiff member, swirling
her palm around its sensitive head, until Don was
gasping and pumping his hips. Suddenly, Sandy stopped,
she wasn't about to waste a good hard on by letting it
shoot off in the shower. She said, "Why don't we finish
this on the bed?"
"OK," Don said with a husky voice. They stepped out of
the shower and dried each other off. Sandy ran across
the room and jumped on the bed. She was hot for a good
fuck, but her passion hadn't overwhelmed her good
sense. She was about to ask Don about condoms when she
saw him stop at his pants and take one out of a back
pocket.
She laughed and gestured at the little foil pack. "I
like a man who's prepared, but that leads me to believe
that you've entertained a lot of golf widows in these
rooms."
Don shrugged. "It's not nice to kiss and tell," he said
as he opened the pack and deftly rolled the condom over
his cock with one hand.
"And maybe I'm better off not knowing," said Sandy. She
arranged the bed pillows one on top of the other and
leaned back on them. With her knees bent and spread
wide Sandy dipped a finger in and out of her pussy and
spread her wetness on her swollen pussy lips and across
her clit. She held out an inviting hand to Don and
said, "Let's do it."
Don climbed onto the bed and moved between Sandy's
legs. "Certainly none of those golf widows were this
direct," he said.
Sandy smiled. "You got me hot as hell in the shower,
now come here." She grasped his cock and guided it in.
As their eyes locked, her hands roamed over his ass and
then up his back to his shoulders. Don hadn't moved yet
and she was beginning to wonder if this was some mind
game. Did he think that she was so hot that she was
going to start thrashing her hips up and down on his
penis?
Sandy was about two seconds from thinking that maybe
that was the way to go, when Don surprised her by
bending down and giving her a tender kiss on the lips.
And then he began to move. He pumped her with short but
powerful strokes that shook her clit.
"Oh, that's good," Sandy moaned. "Just like that," she
urged him, and Don responded by moving even faster.
"Oh yeah baby," Sand said breathlessly as she squeezed
her legs around his torso and her thighs trembled in
orgasm.
Don's chest glistened with perspiration and rivulets of
sweat ran down his face to form drops that landed on
Sandy's tits. He was panting so hard that Sandy was
scared that he might hurt himself, but he continued to
pound her pussy until she had another orgasm, shorter
but more intense than the first.
Finally Don's arms locked at the elbow, his back arched
and as he made little gasping and wheezing noises as
his hips bucked out his own orgasm. He lowered his
weight on top of Sandy and then the couple rolled onto
their sides.
Sandy slowly opened her eyes. Don's face was inches
from hers. His eyes were closed and he was breathing
deeply and regularly. We must have dozed off, she
thought. Sandy stretched her muscles in satisfaction.
That, as one of her girlfriends would have said, was a
fine and pleasant fuck. In fact, she wondered if they
might not have another round. She wouldn't mind being
on top this time.
She was about to accidentally on purpose wake up Don
when an electronic chirping filled the room. Don's eyes
popped open. "What's that," he said throatily.
Sandy sighed. "That's the paging signal on my cell
phone. Excuse me," she said as she reached across Don's
body to grab the phone from the bed table. She read the
display and then looked back to Don. "I'm afraid I have
to call the office."
Don raised an eyebrow. "Is that my cue to leave? I was
thinking that we might …you know."
"Yeah I know," said Sandy, "I was hoping too, but this
really takes an edge off the moment," she said, holding
up the phone and waggling it between her fingers. "It
would be on my mind."
**
Patricia gasped for air when Lila finally released her
from the confines of her burning thighs. She rolled to
the foot of the huge bed, and despite the pain in her
neck and bruised lips, she spread her legs wide and
immediately began to finger her pussy. She gazed up at
Lila who was closing up her computer and putting it to
the side. "Did you finish the stories?" Patricia asked.
"Yes," Lila said, stretching and causing her pert
nipples to thrust at the silk robe.
"Do you know who wrote the stories?"
"I believe so," said "Lila. The writing reminds me of a
girl in my last period class named Amelia Lockhart."
"Oh, Amelia," Patricia said thoughtfully. Her hands
stopped pawing at her privates for a second.
"What about her?" asked Lila.
"Nothing really, I shouldn't say. It would be an
invasion of her privacy," said Patricia. She resumed
fingering her puss and rubbing at her clit.
With her silk robe swirling about her sculpted body,
Lila jumped off the bed and strode to its foot. She
clamped her hands around Patricia's wrists and froze
them in place. "You," she said firmly, "are a P. E.
instructor, not the school councilor. Now tell me."
Patricia relaxed, she didn't even try to match her wiry
strength against Lila. "Alright, alright," she said.
"You know how the showers are arranged in the girl's
dressing room?"
Lila nodded. The showers were designed to let the girls
retain some modesty. There was a shower curtain, then a
small area where the girls could hang their clothes,
another curtain and then the shower itself. A girl
didn't have to strut her naked body around if she
didn't want to.
"Back when Amelia was a freshman," Patricia continued,
"she was taking her mandatory P.E. course. She was in
the shower after class one day when a couple of girls
got into a fight over some boy. I heard the commotion
and got to the shower room just in time to see one girl
push the other into Amelia's shower stall. Both of the
curtains got pulled to one side and for a second I
could see Amelia in full frontal nudity. She covered
herself up and got turned around as I pulled the girl,
one of the fighters that is, off the floor and pulled
the curtains closed."
"I suppose you're telling me that you saw something
about Amelia. What, a third nipple or breast?" said
Lila.
"No, said Patricia, smiling knowingly and warming to
her tale. She had the prettiest pink penis that you've
ever seen."
"So she's actually a male?" asked Lila, sounding as if
she were tired of digging out the story.
"No. I did some investigating with the school nurse –
Mary something, at that time. It turns out that Amelia
is a hermaphrodite. She has both sets of sex organs.
She…"
"I'm familiar with the term," interrupted Lila. She
released Patricia and stood up straight. "That's
interesting," she said. She let her robe fall to the
floor as she looked thoughtfully into the distance.
Patricia resumed masturbating as she watched Lila
absently cup her magnificent breasts and strum her
nipples with her fingers. The woman's body was simply
fantastic and Patricia ached to masturbate every time
she even thought about it. She frantically thrust three
fingers in and out of her cunt and rubbed her clit with
a vengeance. Her hips bounced and jerked in orgasm as
Lila yawned and stretched, thrusting her firm tits
higher into the air.
Lila looked down on Patricia's post-orgasmic, languid
form and said, "I'm going to take a shower and go to
sleep." She gestured at the rumpled bed. "Be sure you
straighten that up before you leave."
The following day Lila studied Amelia during last
period. As usual, the girl was dressed in baggy jeans
and a sweatshirt. That was how some of the overweight
girls dressed, but Amelia was hardly overweight. Her
face was thin with sharp features. With some makeup,
which she habitually didn't wear, the girl could be
striking. She sat slouched at her desk with her sandy
blonde hair falling around her face, insulating her
from the other students.
Amelia was one of those students that went mostly
unnoticed by teachers. She made decent grades, but she
wasn't one of the overachievers or trouble makers, so
she flew under the scholastic radar, not calling
attention to herself.
When the final bell rang and the students began to file
out, Lila stopped Amelia before she could get out the
door. "I need to speak with you, Amelia. Can you hang
around?"
Amelia nodded mutely and took a seat until Lila
returned from her hall monitoring duties. After closing
the classroom door, Lila returned to her desk. She
inserted the disk with the stories into her computer
and brought up one of the stories. "Take a look at
this," she told Amelia.
Amelia came to the teacher's desk and bent over to peer
at the screen. The girl's wide eyes and arched eyebrows
told Lila all she needed to know. "I thought that was
your sparse prose," said Lila.
Amelia could tell that her expression had given her
away. "But, but how did you get this?" she stammered.
"It was found on one of the library computers."
"But I erased that file. I didn't mean to save it there
anyway. I save my stories on a floppy disk," Amelia
said, vaguely pointing at her book bag.
"I'm afraid the Computer Compliance officer from the
superintendent's office used one of his voodoo programs
to raise your deleted file from the dead," Lila said in
a dry voice. "Why are you writing stories like this,
anyway?"
Amelia took a deep breath. "I post them on a story-site
on the Internet. I get a thrill when someone e-mails me
and tells me that they like my stories."
"I see," said Lila. She could just imagine what some
horny male would write about his masturbatory
facilitators. "I bet some of those e-mails get pretty
graphic."
Lila grinned and said, "Yeah, some of them do." Her
face grew more serious. "So can we just forget this? I
promise not to use a school computer again."
"I'm afraid not," said Lila. "The principal wants
someone's head on a platter."
"Can't you just tell her that you couldn't tell who
wrote the stories?"
Lila sighed. "No, she would turn the task over to
Jones," she said, naming one of the school's other
English teachers who was a notorious brownnoser.
"There's no telling who he'd misname as the culprit. It
wouldn't be fair."
Amelia looked distraught for a moment but then her face
hardened. "So what happens now?" she asked evenly.
Lila studied the girl. She liked the way that Amelia
wasn't whining or trying to plead some sort of excuse.
"Well, we'll have to go to Ms. Phillips." She stood and
ran a critical eye over Amelia's clothes. The girl
straightened and shook her hair off her face. Lila was
slightly surprised to see that Amelia was only
marginally shorter than she. "It wouldn't hurt if you
dressed in something more feminine." She stepped to
Amelia's side, grasped a handful of sweatshirt at her
back and pulled the material tight. "Hmmm…you do have a
figure, don't you?"
Amelia looked down over a pair of generous breasts and
down to her slim waist. "I guess I do," she admitted.
Lila stepped face to face with the girl. "Are you
trying to hide something?" she asked softly. Then she
deliberately reached down and pressed her palm the
Amelia's crotch. To her satisfaction she felt the
elongated bulge of an erect cock. Amelia gasped, but
she didn't pull away or cry out.
"How did you know?" Amelia whispered.
Lila stroked her palm up and down the firm erection and
gave the girl a knowing smile. "I sensed something
special in you," she said. She leaned slowly forward
and kissed Amelia gently on the lips. She took the tip
of the girl's upper lip and softly massaged it between
her own luscious lips. She wet Amelia's pink skin with
the tip of her tongue. The girl began to breathe more
deeply and Lila could feel the heat from her radiant
cheeks. By degrees, Lila's head tilted and Amelia's
lips began to respond. Lila pressed in, and in seconds
the girl's lips were moving wetly against Lila's.
Lila became more aggressive. She slipped her tongue
between Lila's writhing lips, and then the two women
wildly Frenched one another. She rubbed at the bulge in
Lila's pants until the girl shuddered and stiffened in
orgasm.
Without pause, Lila grasped Amelia's sweatshirt and
pulled it over her head. The girl was wearing a
utilitarian plain-Jane white bra. Lila undid the clasp
with a flick of her fingers and Amelia's breasts popped
into view. They looked delicious in their rounded
perkiness, tipped with swelling areola. Amelia gasped
when Lila swirled her palms around her erect nipples.
"Take off those pants," ordered Lila as she turned and
walked to the classroom door. She locked it and turned
in time to see Amelia step out of her oversized pants
that had fallen around her ankles. Lila smiled when she
saw the thick, white panties. That ugly undergarment
would be necessary, of course. It served to contain
Amelia's bulging penis and soaked up the spreading wet
stain at its tip. Amelia hesitated only a second, and
then her panties hit the floor along side her discarded
pants.
"Sit in my chair," Lila told her.
Amelia took a seat on the plain, armless chair. She
winced a bit as her skin touched the cold steel and
plastic. Lila came to her, all swinging hips and
jutting breasts. She bunched her skirt up to her waist,
pulling the crotch band of her panties aside. She
straddled Amelia's hips and slipped the girl's six inch
cock into her wet pussy.
"Oh shit, that's good," moaned Amelia.
Lila stuck her tongue down the girl's throat for a
long, sloppy wet kiss. "You haven't felt anything yet,"
she said when their hungry mouths parted. She tightened
her vaginal muscles and began to work her hips.
Amelia lasted all of thirty seconds before her head
fell back and she said, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming," in
a strangled voice.
To Lila's surprise, Amelia's cock stayed erect even
after it delivered a health load of cum. She rode it
hard and in a minute she shuddered through a satisfying
orgasm. She hopped off Amelia's squirming hips and
grabbed her cum wet member. Lila stroked the cock hard
and fast. "What do you have left, baby? Let's see what
you got, huh?" she urged.
Amelia watched wide-eyed as Lila's hand flashed up and
down the length of her cock. "Here it comes," she
gasped.
Lila saw a string of milky cum erupt from the tip of
Amelia's turgid cock. It was followed by two more
healthy blasts and then a final drizzle oozed out. Lila
massaged the cum into Lila's tits and gave her another
long, wet kiss. "You're one sexy little bitch," she
told the panting girl.
A few minutes later both women were dressed. Amelia sat
quietly at one of the student desks while Lila studied
her through half-lidded eyes. "Principal Phillips will
be back in town and here at the school tomorrow," said
Lila thoughtfully. "I think that would be a good time
for us to pay her a little visit."
"But tomorrow's Saturday," said Amelia.
"Yes," Lila said with a smile. "The school will be nice
and quiet."
Amelia wondered what the beautiful teacher had in mind.
"What time should I be here?" she asked.
Lila raised a finger in the air. "First things first,"
she said, "you need to meet me at the mall as soon as
it opens. We're going to give you a makeover, and then
we need to talk about a strategy on how to handle Ms.
Phillips."
Amelia nodded. She wasn't sure that her appearance
would have any affect on how the principal would treat
her. But she was willing to let Lila lead the way.
**
"Oh, let's go in here," said Amelia. They had met at
the mall entrance promptly at opening, and now she was
practically pulling Lila into one of the trendy
clothing stores that catered to young women.
Lila sighed as she let herself be led into the blaring
music and colored lights. It was not her type of store,
but they were shopping for the more youthful Amelia.
They had already been to Lila's cosmetician. Jason was
so gay that he almost floated off the floor, but he
knew his way around a woman's face. Not that Amelia
needed very much makeup. He had only to bring out her
eyes and highlight her cheekbones a bit and she was
good to go.
"I'm going to try this on," said Amelia as pulled a
dress from one of the racks and headed for an open
dressing room. She emerged minutes later in a
sleeveless cocktail dress of shimmering off white. The
dress looked good on her, however it was ruined by a
purple leather thong that held the dress together and
ran up the side from thigh to arm.
As Amelia turned and modeled the dress, Lila saw one of
the store workers watching her twist about. Lila
immediately knew the type. The worker was a woman in
her thirties and she wasn't there for the wages or
employee discount. Lila could see the hunger in the
woman's eyes from across the room.
On a pretense of checking the dress, Lila spoke into
Amelia's ear. The pulsing techno-beat of the store's
music system masked her words to anyone more than two
feet away. When Lila finished talking, Amelia looked at
her with a mixture of apprehension and amusement. She
glanced over to the clerk and then slowly made her way
to where the woman was working, casually browsing
through merchandise as she went.
Lila watched as the clerk approached Amelia. Amelia
gestured to the dress and the clerk looked it over with
a critical eye. She picked at the dress material as if
to adjust its fit. Then she smoothed down a couple of
wrinkles, managing to run her hand over Amelia's ass in
the process. The two women talked. At one point Amelia
made a fleeting gesture in Lila's direction. Finally,
the two parted leaving the clerk with a wistful look.
"You were right," Amelia said when she got back to
Lila. "She is totally into women."
"Yes, I saw her grabbing your ass," said Lila, dryly.
Amelia giggled. "She asked me out for a drink. I think
she had a small orgasm when I lied and said that I
would try to ditch you and meet her later. I can't
believe that I have that kind of affect."
"You do, honey," said Lila. "And you'll have then
creaming in their panties at just the sight of you if
we can get you into some decent clothes. Now take off
that dress and let's find something else."
**
Cathy Phillips was sitting at her desk when she heard
someone unlocking the door to the school's public
outer-office. There was the sound of heels approaching
and then two women entered her private office. It was
Lila and a younger woman that Cathy didn't know.
Lila looked fabulous as usual. She wore a forest green
miniskirt and a shimmering gold silk blouse which had a
crisscross closure that only served to highlight her
fantastic rack. The girl looked only slightly less
stunning. She was in a pleated, thigh high navy skirt
that she wore low on her hips. Her sky blue, knit top
was stretched full and it left her flat tummy bare.
"Hello, ladies," said Cathy. "What can I do for you?"
"You wanted to know who wrote those erotic stories on
one of the library computers," said Lila as she and
Amelia sat in chairs before the principal's desk.
"Oh, yes," said Cathy. The sight of the two women had
made her forget why Lila would be in her office on a
Saturday. Eagerly she asked, "Who do you think is
responsible?" A quick reaction to this little problem
would make her look good in the eyes of the school
board.
Lila gestured to the girl at her side and said as if
the answer were perfectly obvious, "Amelia. Amelia
Lockhart."
"Oh," said Cathy. For long seconds, she couldn't
reconcile the name with the stunning young woman before
her. Then Amelia's facial features fell into place in
her mind and Cathy realized who she was. "Amelia," she
said in recognition, "I don't believe that I've ever
seen you dressed quite like that."
"Lila helped me pick it out," Amelia said simply.
Cathy frowned. She didn't like a student being so
familiar with a teacher. She stood and walked to the
corner of her desk nearest Amelia. Setting a butt cheek
on the edge of the desk she said, "So, you're the one
who left those disgraceful stories on a school
computer?"
Amelia crossed her legs, exposing one smooth thigh all
the way to her ass. "Yes", she said coolly, "I was
working on some stories for fun and accidentally saved
them on the hard drive. When I realized what I'd done,
I deleted the files. The way I see it – no harm, no
foul."
"I'm afraid that's not the way I see it. I'll have to
expel you for a week. I'm sure that you can make up…"
"I'll appeal that to the school board," interrupted
Amelia.
"Well, you can try, but I doubt that it will do you any
good."
"If not, then I'll hire a lawyer and get an
injunction," said Amelia as if anything that Cathy or
the board could do were of no account. She stood and
looked down at the principal. "I'm eighteen, and there
are privacy rights, not to mention first amendment
rights at issue here."
Cathy turned to look at Lila for some help, but all she
could see were thrusting breasts because Lila had also
stood, and both women were looming over her. "Perhaps I
can be the mediator here," said Lila.
"What…what do you mean?" said Cathy, suddenly unsure of
the situation.
"I think a gentle letter of reprimand for Amelia's
records would be more than enough," Lila said as if
that were the most reasonable thing in the world.
"The school board won't be happy with just that," Cathy
protested weakly.
"Maybe I could do something else as penitence," Amelia
said softly as she brushed Cathy's hair off her cheek
and ran her finger around the shell of the woman's ear.
Cathy felt as if someone had just caressed her clit
with their hot, moist tongue. There was a sexual heat
emanating from the two women that almost made her
swoon. She felt confused and dazed, and then Amelia
compounded her confusion by giving her a soft kiss on
the lips.
"What's going on?" Cathy asked breathlessly.
"Just a little seduction," said Lila as she stroked
Cathy's chin with the tip of a finger. "You don't mind
do you?"
Cathy couldn't reply because she suddenly had a
mouthful of Lila's writhing tongue. And then there were
hands all over her body, clutching and rubbing and
caressing her breasts and ass and inner thighs. It felt
as if her tits were swelling and she thought that she
might cum from the mere feel of her bra's satin
material being rubbed over her yearning nipples.
Hands pulled at her clothes, and soon she was naked and
limply draped over one of the office chairs. She looked
up to see Lila and Amelia standing in the center of the
room, kissing one another. Cathy could see their
tongues flashing into view as the two exchanged long
luxurious caresses. As if she was in a trance, Cathy
lifted a leg and slipped a finger into her pussy. She
ran a finger over her tongue, and then began to rub her
clit with her wet fingertip.
"Stop that," said Lila sharply. Cathy's hands jerked
away from her overheated pussy as if she had been
burned. She had to watch in sexual agony as the two
heavenly bodies were revealed as they undressed. Her
mouth dropped open at the sight of Amelia's erect cock.
The amazing thing was the sight only doubled her erotic
yearning. It seemed an age before they were completely
nude, but then they turned their attention to Cathy.
Lila appropriated Cathy's leather office chair. She sat
on the edge of the seat with her knees spread. She
smiled at Cathy and gestured for her to come to her
smoothly shaved pussy mound. Cathy approached
tentatively and reached out a nervous hand. "No
fingers," said Lila. She put a hand on the back of
Cathy's neck and pushed her onto her knees.
Cathy had never seen a pussy up close and personal like
this before. The perfectly smooth skin looked
incredibly inviting. She approached the slit like a
schoolgirl anticipating her first French kiss. Her
trembling lips caressed Lila's pussy mound and then her
tongue separated the lips and she found the little nub
of ultra-sensitive flesh.
Lila moaned softly. "Mmmm... that's right, baby, now
suck on my clit, use your tongue and play with it."
Cathy found herself eager to do just that. She nuzzled
her lips into Lila's moist cunt and lapped fervently at
her hard clit. She had almost forgotten about Amelia,
but then she felt the girl's hands on her ass. A split
second later she realized what was happening when she
felt Amelia's cock slide into her pussy.
Cathy bucked forward in surprise, but that only buried
her face into Lila's wet pussy. She could only back off
and that just urged Amelia on. Pretty soon the office
was filled with the sounds of flesh on flesh and the
erotic moans and sighs coming from the three women.
Cathy lost count of the number of times that Lila's
pussy pulsed in orgasm on her deeply plunging tongue.
Every spasm sent a gush of vaginal juices onto her
face. Amelia seemed insatiable. Time after time, Cathy
felt hot cum coat her pussy, but the girl continued to
tirelessly pound away. Finally exhausted, Cathy lowered
her head to the office rug, her arms splayed outward.
She passed out feeling Lila's pussy fluid dripping on
her face, and a heated stream of cum from Amelia fall
across her back.
**
Lila looked up as Amelia came into her bedroom. The
young woman was completely nude. Her skin radiated
health and vitality, and her sleek muscles let her move
with an athletic grace.
"You look fantastic," said Lila as Amelia joined her on
the king sized bed.
"A workout with Patricia and a massage from Cathy and
I'm good to go," Amelia said. She snuggled to Lila's
side.
"Speaking of Cathy, what ever happened about that
little flap over your stories?" Lila asked.
Amelia laughed. "You know, she was so clever about
that. She managed to convince the computer cop to tell
the school board that there was no way to know exactly
how long those stories had been on that computer, and
that it wasn't practical to try to find the culprit
now."
"How did she talk him into telling such an outrageous
lie?"
"One good blow job and that nerd was willing to do
anything," said Amelia.
"Well, aren't you the clever one," said Lila, as she
reached down and ruffled Cathy's hair as if she were an
obedient dog. The woman was busily lapping at Amelia's
pussy, just like Patricia was eagerly servicing Lila's.
The two women had followed Amelia into the room.
Lila looked at Amelia's pretty pink penis. It was
stiffly waving about in the air as Cathy ate out her
dripping cunt. Every few seconds a glob of pre-cum
would burble from her cock-slit and ooze syrup like
down her erect flesh. At that point, Cathy's tongue
would lap up the clear fluid before she went back to
Amelia's pussy.
"What's this?" asked Lila, "Are you abstaining from
producing those marvelous gushers of yours?"
"I'm saving it all for you after our sex toys are too
tired to carry on," said Amelia with a grin.
"Mmm... I don't think I want to wait that long," said
Lila. Her abs rippling, Lila drew up her legs and put
her feet on the shoulders of Cathy and Patricia. She
gave them a shove and said, "Why don't you two go stand
in the corner or something."
As the two older women climbed off the bed, Lila drew
Amelia into a deep kiss. Their tongues languidly
stroked one another as their lips pressed together
wetly. Amelia moved to Lila's neck and kissed her way
down the woman's neck to her shoulders and breasts.
Lila shivered and ran her fingers through Amelia's
silken hair as the girl sucked at her swollen nipples.
Amelia gingerly slipped her middle finger into Lila's
pussy. The hot, wet flesh embraced her digit as if to
suck it deeper. She rubbed her thumb over Amelia's clit
and felt the sensitive lump bulge at her touch. She
sucked at Lila's tits loudly and pounded her fingers
into the older woman's pussy until the room was filled
with the liquid sounds of sex.
"Oh, yes…oh fuck yes," moaned Lila. Her hips surged off
the bed, seeking out Lila's piercing fingers as she
heaved about in orgasm. After a long sigh of
completion, Lila pulled Amelia up and gave her another
wet, deep kiss. "Fuck me now," she whispered urgently.
Pressed mouth to mouth and breast to breast, Amelia
guided her cock into Lila's steaming pussy. With one
thrust she was buried to the hilt between Lila's smooth
thighs. She moaned and Amelia began to pound into Lila
with a passion. She brought her mouth down on Lila's
and speared it with her tongue in time with her fuck
strokes.
Lila wrapped her legs around Amelia's slim waist and
urged her onward. "That's it bitch, fuck the shit out
of me…pound me harder."
Across the room Cathy and Patricia watched eagerly as
their mistresses, for lack of a better term, fucked on
relentlessly. Both women had their legs spread and
their fingers flashed in and out of their pussies. They
saw Lila begin to heave her hips up and down on the
bed, nearly bouncing her lover into the air.
"Now, fuck yeah, now," screamed Lila, and all four
women came at the same time. Amelia shot streams of hot
cum into her lover's hungry pussy, shuddering in
ecstasy. Cathy and Patricia shuddered and leaned
against the wall, their thighs quivering.
After a moment of tender cuddling, Amelia and Lila
flowed off the bed. With their arms about one another's
waist, they made their way to the bathroom. Lila saw
the two women lounging against the wall and said, "Do
you two not have anything to do? Change the sheets on
the bed while we shower. My girl here, makes quite a
mess."
Cathy and Patricia happily rushed to oblige.
End
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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