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DEBAUCHED & EROTIC

8 SEXY STORIES

JT Holland

Copyright 2019 by JT Holland

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DISCLAIMER: These stories are intended for a mature audience only! Contains explicit, graphic sex and language, including rough and aggressive sex, dirty talk, anal sex, alpha males, bdsm, lesbians, threesomes, femdom, romance and more. Not intended for individuals under the age of 18 or those with a weak constitution. All characters are 18 years old.

 

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

GETTING FREAKY WITH MY ROOMMATE

POUNDING A HOT STRANGER

TEACHING HIM TO TAKE CHARGE

DESTROYING THE SLUT

POUNDING THE TRASH TALKING SLUT’S ASS

THE DIRTY LITTLE SLUT FORCES THE ISSUE

GETTING FREAKY WITH MY PERVERTED GIRLFRIEND

MY NAUGHTY BABES: ADRIANA & MOLLY

AUTHOR’S NOTE


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GETTING FREAKY WITH MY ROOMMATE


 

My roommate Penny and I started screwing around with each other shortly after we moved in together, a little over a year ago.

It had happened naturally; we were both young, attractive and in our sexual primes. We were both fed up with men and looking for something more. So we decided to give each other a shot. And we haven’t looked back since. We still hook up with men from time to time, and even end up in relationships with them occasionally. But we never stop fucking each other. It’s just too much fun.

Two years ago if you would have told me that I’d not only be living with another girl but fucking her on a regular basis I would have laughed you out of the room.

After all, at the time I was engaged to (who I thought was) a wonderful guy with a marriage date set in stone and plans for the future. I’d never even kissed a girl, let alone slept with one. And I never had even seriously thought about it.

Even after my engagement fell through (when I caught my fiancée cheating on me) I still never thought about sleeping with another woman. I went on a six-month sexual binge, but all with men, fucking as many of them as I could in an attempt to wash the taste of my scumbag fiancée out of my mouth.

But that was before I met Penny.

I remember the first time I laid my eyes on her, about a year after my engagement ended. I was at a bar in the Gaslamp Quarter in downtown San Diego with some friends when she showed up as part of another group we were meeting up with.

She caught my eye immediately, mostly because she was my physical opposite. Her hair was long and blonde hair while mine was short and brown. She had huge, natural, low-hanging breasts and I had small, perky, high ones. Her soft, slightly pudgy, face was completely different than my sharply lined features. She was short and stacked, with an amazingly curvy natural figure while I was tall and lanky with a body toned daily in the gym.

And the differences didn’t stop there. Pretty much everything about us was different.

Her pale skin to my dark tan. Her blue eyes to my brown. Her round, fleshy ass to my narrow, firm one. And it wasn’t only our looks that were in contrast.   

Penny was cute and bubbly while I was hard-edged and intense. She was talky while I was reserved. She was nice and I was mean. She was everybody’s best friend while I scared everyone away.

I figured we would butt heads like a couple of divas, but as it turned out, we got along incredibly well. People always say opposites attract but I never bought into it.

Until I met Penny.

At some point during that first night we ended up at the same table, both of us drunk off our asses and talking at length about our personal lives. I don’t remember many specifics of the conversation but I do remember that it was mostly about men, how pathetic and sad they were, how they didn’t know what they were doing in bed, how the only thing they cared about was pleasing themselves, that kind of stuff.

Nothing happened that night but the foundation had been laid. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I knew right then that Penny and I were going to end up fucking on a regular basis, in fact, it was the furthest thing from my mind. I’d never been with another woman at that point, and I never really expected to. And Penny felt the same way.

Hell, we didn’t even know if we’d ever see each other again after that night.

But, as circumstances would have it, we did see each other again, the next weekend in fact, out at a different bar but with the same group of friends. And the weekend after that. And the one after that.

Eventually we ended up talking more regularly, hanging out occasionally, doing things together. Until one day we realized we were best friends.

Shortly after that, it just so happened that we were both looking for a place to live and it was natural that we ended up living together. We were like peas in a pod, twins separated at birth, she was the yin to my yang. Despite our outward differences inwardly we were almost the same person; neither of us cared about stupid, petty shit. And we both liked men.

Even the first time we hooked up it was nothing planned. We were both having men problems at the same time so we decided to have a girls-night out, just the two of us. We ordered gourmet pizza, bought three bottles of expensive wine, rented a few chick flicks and locked ourselves in our apartment.

We were drunk as skunks and had just finished the second movie when the fun started.

We’d been ripping on men the whole night, each telling stories about how small this guy’s dick was, or this guy couldn’t get it up, or how this guy was a three-pump chump when Penny casually said, “Why do we need men anyways?”

“That’s a damn good question,” I replied. “It’s not like they’re good for anything. Except for their cocks of course.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” Penny said with the exaggerated inflection of someone who is well and truly toasted. “If they didn’t have those they’d be totally and utterly worthless.”

“Hell, even cocks can’t save most of them,” I said.

“You can say that again sister,” Penny said.

So I did. We both laughed.

“But seriously,” Penny said as the laughter died down. “Just imagine if women had cocks. Then we wouldn’t need men at all. We could replace them completely.”

“Who says we can’t anyway?” I replied, only half-joking. I’m not going to lie, at this point I was so drunk and so horny that I starting to get on board with this whole idea of leaving men out of the loop. And with such a pretty little thing sitting on the couch next to me, how could you blame me?      

“What a minute, what are you saying?” Penny asked. She was trying to sound all innocent but I knew her too well to believe that schtick. She knew exactly what I was talking about.

“Cocks are the easiest thing in the world to replace,” I said. “I’ve got three of them in my room right now, all different sizes. And don’t tell me you don’t have at least a couple yourself. I’ve heard you making noises in your room when I know you’re alone.”

“What kind of noises are you talking about?” Penny said, pretending to be offended.

“Don’t give me that shit,” I said. “You know what I’m talking about.”

“Are you saying that you listen to me when I’m playing with myself?”

“Not listening, per se, but I can’t help but hear you. Not with all that moaning and groaning you do when you’re in there alone.”

“Does all that moaning and groaning turn you on?” Penny said. She was still smiling but her tone a bit more serious now.

“Of course it does,” I replied. “How could it not?”

She looked at me. I looked at her. And just like that, it happened. We both leaned forward at the same time and kissed.

Penny took the lead, hopping up on top of me and straddling me while we made out.

It was amazing, kissing another girl, not only because it was taboo but because she was a great kisser, much better than any guy I’d ever been with. Her lips were soft and supple, her tongue active but not crazy. She knew just how much pressure to use, not too much but not too little. I could only imagine how good she’d be with her tongue in other areas. Hopefully I’d find out pretty soon. But first there was some other business to take care of.

I put my hands on her stomach and moved them up under her shirt and grabbed her breasts.

She leaned back and slipped off her shirt, revealing her boobs in all their glory. Fat and juicy and hanging low with huge aureoles. They were amazing.

“You like my tits?” she said, bouncing up and down slightly, making them jiggle and shake.

“I fucking love them,” I said.

Penny smiled and pressed them together with her arms. “Yeah, they are pretty nice, aren’t they?”

“They’re more than nice,” I said. “They’re beautiful. Just like you.”

“Ahh, aren’t you sweet,” she said. “Deep down, despite your hard exterior, you’re just a little softy, aren’t you?”

“Sshhh,” I said, bringing my finger to my mouth in the universal sign for silence. “Don’t tell anyone. I have a reputation to uphold.”

“Don’t worry Kendra,” Penny said. “Your secret is safe with me. I won’t tell a soul.” Her voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper. “Provided you do something for me, of course.”

“Anything you want,” I said.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Penny said. Then she leaned forward and thrust her tits into my face. “Well,” she said. “What are you waiting for?”

So I started to play with one of them, fondling and licking it, slowly moving my tongue over her nipple a few times before clamping on it and sucking it until it got hard.

I glanced up to see Penny’s head thrown back, her face towards the ceiling and her eyes closed. Soft sounds of pleasure escaped from her throat.

I figured I was doing something right so I switched over the her other nipple and gave it the same treatment.

While I worked on her other breast Penny ran her hand down my stomach and slipped her hand under my pajama bottoms and started rubbing her fingers over my panties. I was already turned on but this took things to another level.

I started working her nipple more aggressively in response to my growing excitement and she replied by rubbing my pussy with more intensity. We continued like this for a little while, each one upping the ante and the other responding, until we’d both taken things pretty much as far as they could go.

My panties were completely soaked through by now, making it feel like her fingers were rubbing my pussy directly, but I needed something more. I couldn’t take the teasing anymore. I needed something inside me. So I climbed out from under Penny and quickly slipped out of my pajamas and panties. Falling back onto the couch I spread my legs and started playing with myself, my eyes locked directly on hers as my fingers slipped in and out of my pussy.

Penny slipped out of her bottoms shortly after I did, watching me the entire time.

I was expecting her to start playing with herself too but what I got was even better. She dropped down to the floor, crawled over until she was between my legs, and started licking my pussy.

I let out a low moan of pleasure and shifted my fingers so they were rubbing my clit while Penny ate me out, her tongue working expertly in and around my pussy, hitting all the right notes as only someone with a pussy of their own can.

And then I let out an even louder moan as she got her fingers involved, touching and rubbing and sliding in and out of my pussy while she continued working it with her tongue.  

I’m not sure how long we went at it like that but soon enough I was cumming like I’d never cum before, my body shaking and shimmying as a scream escaped my throat as the orgasm wracked my body.

“Holy fuck,” I said once I’d recovered.

“A good one, huh?” Penny said, smiling, my juices covering her face, making it gleam under the light.

“Only the best one ever,” I said.

“No lie?”

“I swear.”

Penny put on her pouty face. “I want a turn.”

“Be my guest,” I said, relinquishing my spot on the couch.

Clapping her hands, she bounced up onto the couch, spread her legs wide and beckoned me over. Smiling, I obliged, dropping my face onto her pussy and going to town while she played with her clit.

A short time later I brought her to orgasm, her legs clamping down on my head while her body spasmed, her juices squirting out of her pussy and drenching my smiling face.

“Holy shit you were right,” she said, panting to catch her breath. “I can’t remember ever cumming so hard.”

“I told you,” I said.

“And to think, all these years we’ve been screwing around with boys . . .”

“Yeah, what a shame, huh?”

“Indeed,” she replied.

I stood up and fell onto the couch next to her. I dropped my head onto her shoulder then turned my face up towards hers.

“It’s pretty sad to think about all the time we wasted on those boys,” I said.

“Ain’t that the truth,” Penny replied. “Who knew that we didn’t actually need them at all?”

“Maybe those that did know kept it to themselves,” I said. “They didn’t want the secret getting out.”

“Yeah,” Penny said. “They didn’t want any competition.”

“That’s what I’m thinking.”

We fell silent for a moment. Then Penny starting laughing under her breath.

“What’s so funny?”

“I just think it’s hilarious,” she said.

“What is?”

“The fact that we really don’t need them at all,” Penny said. “They really are only good for their cocks, and like you pointed out earlier, those are easily replaceable.”

“They certainly are,” I said.

But Penny wasn’t done. “I mean, think about it: They don’t know how to kiss. They don’t know where to touch you. And they sure as hell don’t know how to eat pussy. They simply don’t know how to please a woman.”

“Where women, on the other hand, know exactly how and where to touch each other, because we touch ourselves all the time,” I said, picking up where she’d left off.

“Exactly!”

“Plus they only think about themselves,” I added. “As far as they’re concerned, once they’ve cum that’s it. They’re done. It doesn’t make any difference if you’ve gotten off or not.”

“Which brings us to perhaps the best thing about being with another woman,” Penny said, looking at me intently.

I knew exactly where she was going. I was thinking the same thing myself. It was something that came up every time we talked about boys.

“Women don’t have to stop after one orgasm!” we said at exactly the same time.

“We can go all night long without a break,” I added.

“We can indeed.”

I stood up and held out my hand. “Shall we continue, my dear?” I said in a faux-elegant voice.

“We shall,” Penny replied in kind as she took my hand.

I helped her up. “Your room or mine?” I said, leading her towards the hallway.

“Does it matter?” she replied.

“Not at all,” I said, turning towards her. I pulled her close and started kissing her right there in the middle of the living room. “It doesn’t matter in the least.”

And it didn’t. By the end of the night we’d done it in both our rooms. And by the time the weekend was up, the whole house had been desecrated. And we were just getting started.

  

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POUNDING A HOT STRANGER


 

To be perfectly honest, I’m still not exactly sure how I ended up in the living room of a gorgeous woman with my cock pushing hard against my pants and my excitement level threatening to go through the roof.

Not long before, I’d been drinking with some friends at a bar when Mason had approached us, injecting herself into our conversation as though we were all longtime friends, even though none of us had ever seen her before.

She was tall and lanky, with huge tits and an incredible face. She was dressed in a gray tank top that left her midriff exposed and barely covered her black bra, plus jean shorts that showed off her long and lean but powerful-looking legs. Even though we were inside the bar, she was wearing sunglasses, which (obviously) hid her eyes, but for some reason it just made her seem like she was far too cool for such a shithole of a bar, which was probably true.

Four beers and thirty minutes later, pretty much with no real warning at all, she grabbed my hand and led me out of the building.

“Where are we going?” I asked as we quickly made our way down the sidewalk.

“To my place,” Mason said. “It’s just two blocks away.”

I certainly wasn’t going to argue with her or ask for any more clarification; there was no reason to take a chance on fucking up a good thing. So I just kept my mouth shut and let her lead the way.

No more than ten minutes after leaving the bar, I was sitting on Mason’s couch, waiting for her to, as she had put it, “slip into something more comfortable.”

Shortly after, she came walking down the stairs wearing a lacy pink top that showed off her incredibly massive tits, a matching g-string, fishnet leggings and four-inch fuck-me pumps. She had put on some more makeup, including lots of black eyeliner, and the new look had transformed her into a total and complete slut; which was exactly how I liked my women.

As I sat on the couch with my excitement (not to mention my cock) growing larger with every passing second, she approached me, stopping a few feet away, towering over me.

“Do you like what you see?” Mason asked.

“I fucking love it,” I replied.

“That’s good to hear,” she said. “Now sit back and relax while I put on a little show for you.”

Over the course of the next few minutes, Mason danced and stripped to her own internal music, taking off all her clothes except her fishnets, and playing with her pussy along the way, banging herself with her fingers, getting all warmed up.

Once she was ready to go, she crawled over towards me. By now my cock was pressing hard against the inside of my pants, trying to break out.

“Looks like you’re ready to go,” she said, dropping her head on my leg and staring at my bulge.

“More than ready,” I replied.

Smiling, she pulled my pants off, freeing up my cock. It was sticking straight up, hard as a rock.

“Pretty impressive,” she said.

“Thank you,” I said.

“Do you mind?” she asked, glancing down at my cock with slightly raised eyebrows.

“Be my guest,” I said, smiling.

She started going to town, sucking my cock like a pro, running her tongue up and down it and taking the tip of it in her mouth while she worked the shaft with her hand and then taking it progressively further and further down into her mouth.

After a full minute of blowing me while seated, I decided I wanted a little more control of the situation, so I climbed to my feet, keeping my cock in her mouth the whole time.

Once standing, I put my hands on her head and held it in place while I fucked her face with my cock, slamming it in and out of her mouth while she gagged and coughed and drooled saliva everywhere.

After forcing my cock all the way down her throat and holding it there for a few seconds, I relaxed my hold on her head. She stayed in place, deepthroating me like a champ, for another five seconds before pulling away.

Smiling, she gasped for breath and looked up at me with excited eyes and mascara dripping down her face.

“Talk about impressive,” I said, grinning down at Mason. “That was incredible.”

“Thanks, baby,” she said. “I aim to please.”

“Well, you’re certainly doing that,” I said, helping her to her feet. “Now it’s my time to reciprocate.”

“If you insist,” she said as I laid her on the couch.

It was an L-shaped couch and Mason was on the connecting section, giving up lots of room to work. She was on her back, with her legs spread wide and her ass and pussy hanging just off the edge.

I didn’t waste any time, dropping to my knees and scooting up towards her and burying my face in her pussy.

“Holy fuck,” she moaned as I went to town on her snatch, licking and tonguing it and getting it all wet and sloppy.

A short time later I got my fingers involved too, sliding two of them inside her pussy while I rubbed my tongue against on her clit.

Mason was moaning and groaning in pleasure beneath me as I worked her pussy with my mouth and fingers. She’d grabbed ahold of her heels, holding her legs up by her head and opening herself up to me even more.

Once I’d gotten her pussy nice and warmed up enough, I climbed to my feet and slipped my still rock-hard cock into her pussy.

We both let out simultaneous sighs of pleasure as I entered her.

“Your cock feels so good inside of me,” Mason said as I moved slowly against her. “Give it to me, baby. Give me that huge cock of yours.”

And so I did, gradually picking up the pace until I was hammering her good in long, fast strokes. I grabbed one of her massive tits with one hand and squeezed while my other stayed on the couch for balance.

“Holy shit, just like that,” she screamed. “Just like that! Right there, right fucking there!”

My cock slammed into her, bottoming out with every thrust. Our bodies smacked together, filling the room with the sounds of sex.

“Keep fucking me,” Mason said, her voice pleading and directed at the same time. “Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop. I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fucking cum!”

And cum she did, big time, squirting juices out of her pussy so forcefully that my cock slid out of her pussy.

I immediately dropped to my knees and buried my face in her pussy once more, lapping up the leftover juices as best as I could.

“You like that shit, do you?” Mason said. “You like it when a woman squirts?”

“I love it,” I replied.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she said.

Instead of answering back, I went to work on her asshole with my tongue. It wasn’t planned or anything, I was simply so turned on by her squirting that it just happened.

“Oooohhh, getting a little nasty there, are you?”

“Just a bit,” I said, pulling my tongue off her asshole for a moment.

“Is that how you like it?” Mason said. “Are you an ass man?”

I nodded. “Is that okay with you?”

“Okay? Hell, I prefer it in the ass. Asses are my favorite thing in the world.”

“That’s good to know,” I said, replacing my tongue in her asshole with my fingers, just two of them, to start.

As Mason moaned and groaned and thoroughly enjoyed herself, I worked her asshole with my fingers, sliding them in and out in an ever-increasing pace while I buried my face between her legs.

Her pussy was soaking wet and wide open, allowing my tongue access to places deep inside her. And the more I worked her pussy the wider her asshole became. I slipped a third finger inside it, and a short time after that, a fourth.

With four of my fingers in her asshole and my tongue in her snatch, it wasn’t long before Mason came again, letting out a scream, followed by another stream of juices shooting out of her pussy and drenching my face.

Once she was finished, she grabbed ahold of my hair and yanked my head up towards her face. With my fingers still deep inside her asshole, she licked my face clean of her juices then slipped her tongue into my mouth and explored around.

“Enough screwing around,” she said after breaking off the kiss. Our faces were no more than a centimeter apart, our eyes locked together. “I need your hard cock in my asshole. Right now.”

“If you insist,” I said, smiling.

“Oh, I do, I do,” Mason said with a laugh as she threw her legs back and wrapped her ankles around the back of her neck, folding her body in half and opening herself up to me.

With her hands free once again, she grabbed my arm and gave it a yank, freeing my fingers from her asshole. Then she pulled them towards her face.

“I love the taste of my own asshole,” she said, slipping my index finger into her mouth and sucking on it. Once it was clean, she popped it out. “Especially when I’m getting fucked in it at the same time,” she added before sliding my other three fingers into her mouth and going to work on them.

Getting the hint, I used my free hand to grab ahold of my harder-than-ever cock and slid the tip of it into her wide, gaping asshole. It went in easily, without much resistance at all. But despite the ease of entry, it was still a snug fit, as her anus squeezed against the entirety of my cock equally, even as I pumped it in and out of her.

Mason’s groans were muffled by my fingers, which were still planted firmly in her mouth, but they were still louder than before. Apparently she wasn’t kidding when she’d said she loved getting fucked in the ass.

As I increased the pace of my cock moving in and out of her asshole, Mason yanked my fingers from her mouth and guided my hand down towards one of her big, gorgeous tits and placed my hand on it.

I gave her tit a squeeze and she let out a little yelp that was full of pleasure.

“That’s right,” she said. “Squeeze my fucking tits while you hammer my asshole with your cock.”

Not one to turn down a request from a woman, I moved my other hand to her free tit and squeezed both of them at the same time.

“Harder,” Mason said, her breath ragged. “Give me all you got.”

I wasn’t sure if she was talking about the squeezing or the fucking, so I decided to give her both, hammering my cock in and out of her asshole while gripping my hands as tightly as I could around her massive tits.

“Is this what you want?” I asked between heavy breaths. “Is this how you liked getting fucked? Nice and hard?”

Mason bit down on her bottom lip and nodded her head vigorously. Her breaths were more shallow and quicker than before, and her mouth was opened slightly and little mewling noises were coming from her throat. She appeared to be in the throes of ecstasy.

Thirty seconds later she came again, using one of her hands to rub at her clit while the orgasm rode over her, sending even more of her pussy juices squirting out of her snatch and getting everywhere.

I had been steadily rising towards orgasm for a while, and her asshole squeezing my cock even tighter as she came very nearly put me over the edge.

Mason must have recognized the look on my face, as she gave me a wry little smile and said, “You’re just about to cum, aren’t you?”

I nodded my head reluctantly. For as much as I would have liked to continue fucking her ass, I knew I’d reached the point of no return. I had maybe half a minute left and that was it.

“Then bring your cock up here,” she said. “I want to clean your cock of my ass juices before you cum on my face.”

With Mason’s dirty talking turning me on even more, I quickly yanked my cock from her asshole and scrambled up the couch, straddling her body while I climbed to my feet on the couch.

Tightly gripping the back of the couch for support, I guided my cock into Mason’s open mouth and began to pump my hips forward and back, slamming my cock into her mouth while she groaned and gagged and choked beneath me.

I was somehow still able to hold off cumming for the time being, and thought I might even be able to continue doing so for a little while, but that thought was quickly squashed as Mason ran one of her hands between my legs.

Bypassing my sack, which I figured was her destination, she kept going until one of her fingers was between my ass cheeks, and then was rubbing my asshole.

I cursed under my breath and let out a low, animalistic groan, but was still able to keep myself from cumming, at least until the tip of her finger entered my asshole.

Once that happened, it was all over.

A deep, gasping breath, followed by a series of curses and then my entire body was shivering from head toe as the biggest orgasm I’d ever experienced racked my body.

Mason popped my cock out of her mouth as I started to cum but continued jerking me off, taking blast after blast of my seed onto her face, until it was covered in white. Her finger remained in my asshole until I was finished, after which she gently pulled it out then stuck it into her mouth.

Watching her suck my ass juices off her finger with a face full of cum was a treat, it was so dirty and nasty and filthy and awesome that I just shook my head and laughed under my breath.

“I take it you liked that?” she said after popping her finger out of her mouth.

“Yeah, you could say that,” I muttered, still smiling, as I flopped down onto the couch next to her.

“Was it everything you were hoping it would be?” she asked, turning to look at me. She was smiling as though she had enjoyed herself.

“That and more,” I said.

“That’s good to her,” Mason said. “I always like it when people leave satisfied.”

“Well I certainly am,” I said. “And what about you?”

“What about me?”

“Were you satisfied?” I asked.

“Absolutely,” she said.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive,” Mason said. “Why?”

“I just feel bad that I didn’t last longer,” I said.

“Don’t worry about how long you lasted,” she said. “You made me cum three times, which is more than I was expecting.”

“Really?”

“Hell yes,” she said. And while I didn’t necessarily believe her, she was a good enough actress that I came away not feeling too guilty.

“Well okay then,” I said.

“And besides, now you have something to shoot for next time we get together.”

Now that made me happy. An invitation back was more than I could have hoped for.

“Unless, of course, you don’t want to see me again,” Mason said, looking at me with a fake pout.

“I’ll have to think about it,” I said, playing along. But I couldn’t fake it for more than a few seconds and I broke out in a wide smile. “Nah, just kidding,” I said. “I’d love to get together again. Sooner rather than later.”

“Then it’s a date,” Mason said. “And next time we can actually get a little freaky instead of playing it safe.”

“Sounds good,” I said, thinking all the while: If what we just did was safe, what the hell was freaky going to look like?

I had no idea. But I knew one thing: I couldn’t wait to find out.

 

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TEACHING HIM TO TAKE CHARGE


 

Matthew stood at Danielle’s front door at precisely noon, his cock already hard just from thinking about what was waiting for him inside the house.

The previous 24 hours had been the longest of his life; from the moment he’d left Danielle’s house the day before he’d been thinking about her. Shortly after arriving home he’d gone into his bedroom and immediately started playing with himself. His cock was caked with her juices and all it took was a little bit of spit on his hand and his cock was slick as hell within seconds.

Eyes closed, his mind focused on reliving what they’d just done together, Matthew jerked off. He could picture Danielle in his mind’s eye with ease; the dark black hair cascading down, framing her gorgeous face, that tanned skin, those insane tits, her ridiculously long and sculptured legs. And her wet, perfect little pussy. That  most of all.

It hadn’t taken him long to cum, squirting his seed all over his bed sheets no more than a minute after starting. Including his time with Danielle he’d cum three times already on the day and he was sure there were a few more to go. He just had to make sure he saved some juice for the day after. According to Danielle it was only going to get better as they went on.

This anticipation was what fueled his cock on this, the second day of his sexual education. He had no idea what to expect from Danielle but had to think it was going to be even crazier than the day before, which had been pretty crazy indeed.

Matthew rang the doorbell and took a step back. He could feel a big, stupid smile on his face but he didn’t even bother trying to wipe it off. He knew it wouldn’t be going anywhere no matter what. He was just too happy.

Danielle answered the door in a tiny little black dress that not only took Matthew’s breath away, but simultaneously made him feel spectacularly underdressed in his collared shirt and khaki shorts. He could only stand and stare at her.

The dress played up Danielle’s sexiness to the max; her tits were spilling out, her legs seemed to go on forever, and the 3-inch heels she wore nearly brought her up to Matthew’s height. With her silky dark hair flowing down over shoulders and the not-very-subtle makeup job she looked totally different than she had the day before. Just as hot, only in a slightly different way. Less elegant and more slutty.

“So what do you think?” Danielle asked, spinning in place so Matthew could get a good look at her ass.

“I think I’m gonna cream my pants right here and now,” he said.

Laughing, Danielle took his hand and ushered him in. She led him past the couch and towards the stairs, looking back to flash him a smile every once in a while.

Matthew’s eyes were locked onto Danielle’s ass working beneath her skimpy little dress as she made her way up the stairs ahead of him. It was all he could do to keep himself from reaching out and grabbing her ass cheeks. Or sticking his head between them. They were that inviting.

Once they reached the top of the stairs, she led him down the hall, stopping at the first door on the right. Opening the door, she ushered him inside the room.

It was an enormous master bedroom, complete with couches and a lounge chair surrounding a large-scaled entertainment system that included an 80-inch flatscreen and floor speakers that were almost as big as he was. Next to the TV was a fully stocked bar. On the other side of the room was a huge bathroom with a double-headed shower and a jacuzzi tub. A king-sized bed sat in the corner, buffered by a pair of dressers.

“So what’s on tap for today?” Matthew asked after taking it all in.

“Today I’m going to get a taste of your overall abilities,” Danielle said. “Sort of a baseline test, to see where you need improvement. The first part will be a questionnaire.”

“Sounds like fun,” Matthew said sarcastically.

“It’s not designed to be,” she said. “But it will be informative for me. And don’t worry, the second part will be more hands-on. But that will come later. For now, follow me.”

Danielle turned and headed towards the entertainment area. Matthew followed like a dog at heel. He would follow that ass anywhere without any hesitation.

When they arrived at the other side of the room Danielle motioned towards the couch. “Lie down and make yourself comfortable.” She pointed at the side opposite the lounge chair, where a pillow was sitting. “Put your head over there.”

Matthew did as he was told. The couch was dark leather and plush. Soft as hell. As was the pillow. He got comfortable quite easily.

Danielle walked over towards the entertainment center. She pulled a clipboard and a ball-point pen off one of the shelves, then picked up a pair of black-rimmed glasses and put them on. When she turned to face Matthew again, his heart fluttered in his chest and his cock got a little bit harder.

Danielle saw the look on his face and smiled. “You like the glasses, huh?”

Matthew nodded vigorously.

“Yeah, most guys do. That whole slutty librarian thing.”

“Exactly,” Matthew said.

She walked back towards him and sat down in the lounge chair down by his feet. Danielle crossed her legs, forcing her skirt to ride up her leg, drawing his attention. He could almost see up her skirt. Almost, but not quite.

A few seconds later Matthew realized that Danielle was watching him watch her. He lifted his head slightly, pausing just for a moment at her glorious tits—which were hanging out of her dress even more because of the position she was in—and settled in on her face. Once their eyes were once again locked, she resumed talking.

“As I was saying earlier,” she continued, “Based on yesterday, we know some of your general strengths and weaknesses. First of all, you have a very nice cock. Big but not too huge, plus it gets real hard, which is always a bonus. Second, you know how to use it. You’re not a pro by any means but you’re not an amateur either. Third, you can go multiple times in one day, which is always nice. And even nicer still is the fact that you don’t need a whole lot of time in between sessions before you’re ready to go. Also, you seem to actually be a pretty nice guy, which is great, and even though you’re a little shy, you’re not scared. All in all a pretty damn good place to start. As for areas that need general improvement: Stamina, for one. Confidence for another. And I’m sure we’ll have to make you more adventurous in bed. But those will come in time. What I need to find out today is some more specific things.”

“Like what?”

“Well, for example, how well do you eat pussy?”

“Are you asking me?”

Danielle nodded.

Matthew shrugged. “I don’t really know. I’ve done it a couple of times, and the feedback I got was pretty good, but I doubt if the girls I was doing it too really knew the difference between good and bad head. I think they were just excited to have someone that was willing to do that to them.”

“Was it your idea or theirs?”

“It was mine with one, the other was theirs.”

“Did you like it?”

Matthew’s face went red.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Danielle said. “Just answer it truthfully.”

“Actually I kind of did,” Matthew said. “It wasn’t my absolute favorite thing to do, but it was pretty fun.”

“Trust me, that’s a good thing,” Danielle said. “There is a serious dearth of men who eat good pussy, and even fewer that actually enjoy it. But as long as you enjoy it, I can teach you how to do it properly.”

For some reason this made Matthew blush even more.

“Moving on,” Danielle said. “Answer quickly, without thinking too much. And don’t worry about what this means, I’m just trying to get an idea of what you have and haven’t done. So I know where we stand.”

“Okay.”

“Good, then let’s get started. Ready?”

“Yes.”

“Have you ever licked someone’s asshole.”

Matthew shook his head, his embarrassment deepening. But Danielle didn’t seem to notice. And if she did notice she didn’t dwell on it. She simply made a mark on the paper attached to the clipboard and moved on.

“Ever had your asshole licked?” she asked, her eyes looking up from the clipboard for a moment to read his expression.

He shook his head again.

“Given anal sex?”

“No.”

“Wanted to?”

A pause, then Matthew answered, “Yes.”

Danielle wrote something down.

“Received anal sex?”

“No.”

“Wanted to?”

“Not particularly.”

Again she paused, perhaps lending more credence to his not-so adamant denial than he’d meant to convey. But he didn’t have time to elaborate. Danielle was asking the questions more quickly now, rapid-fire style, which lessened Matthew’s sense of embarrassment considerably despite the nature of the questions but didn’t leave any room for discussion.

“Have you ever stuck your finger in someone’s asshole?” she asked.

“No.”

“Had someone stick their finger in your asshole?”

“No.”

“Does that make you uncomfortable to think about a girl playing with your asshole?”

“A little bit.”

“Why? Because it seems gay to you?”

“Not really,” he said. “It’s just something  that doesn’t seem like it would feel very good.”

“I see,” Danielle said, writing this down. Then, looking up at him, she asked: “What if you were assured that it did. Would you be open to trying it then?”

He shrugged. “Sure. I guess.”

Danielle made another note on her clipboard. 

“Double-teamed a girl.”

“No.”

“Been with two or more girls at the same time.”

“No.”

“Have you ever peed on a girl?”

“No.”

“Wanted to?”

Matthew laughed softly and shook his head. “No.” He noticed Danielle was no longer even looking at her clipboard. Her eyes were locked onto his face.

“Ever had your balls sucked on?”

“Yes.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Yes. Very much.”

“What about deepthroated?”

“No.”

“Wanted to?”

“Yes.”

“Have you ever tied a girl up?”

“No.”

“Wanted to?”

“Yes.”

“Been tied up?”

“No.”

“Wanted to?”

A minor hesitation, then, “Yes.”

“Interesting,” Danielle said. “Just a few more and we’ll be done. For now, at least.”

Matthew nodded in understanding.

“Before yesterday, how many girls had you fucked?”

“Seven.”

“How many did you cum inside?”

“Five.”

“On their stomach or tits?”

“Three.”

“On their face?”

“None.”

“Did you want to?”

“Yes.”

“What about in their mouth?”

“None.”

“Did you want to?”

“Yes.”

“Did you titty-fuck any of them?”

“No.”

“Did you want to?”

“A couple them, yes.”

“Did any of them ever sit on your face?”

“No.”

“Did you want any of them to?”

“It never crossed my mind.”

“Is that something you’d object to?”

Matthew paused as he thought about it for a moment. “No.”

“Did you ever get rough with any of them?”

“No.”

“Did you want to?”

“Yes. With a couple of them.”

“How many?”

“Two. No, make that three.”

“Did any of them ever get rough with you?”

“No. But one liked to take charge.”

“Did you like that?”

“Yes. Sometimes, at least.”

“Have you ever fucked a stranger?”

“No.”

“Have you ever wanted to?”

“Yes.”

“Well, that’s about it,” Danielle said, setting the clipboard and pen on her lap. “One last question and then we’re done.”

“Okay.”

“Was this awkward for you?”

“A little at first. But by the end, no.”

“That’s good to hear,” Danielle said. She set the clipboard on the stand next to her chair and started to take off the glasses.

“Do you mind keeping those on?” Matthew asked.

“You like them that much, huh?”

He nodded.

“Do you want me to suck your cock with them on?”

He nodded more vigorously.

Danielle laughed. “Okay, but first you have to do something for me.”

“Anything.”

“You said you’ve eaten pussy a couple times before, right?”

“Yeah.”

“And that you thought you were pretty good at it.”

“That’s what I was told.”

“But more importantly, you enjoyed it, right?”

“That’s right.”

“Then come on over here and show me what you’ve got,” Danielle said, pulling the bottom half of her dress up over her waist and spreading her legs. She wasn’t wearing any panties. Her pussy was smooth, recently shaved. And glistening. Apparently the questions had excited her as much as they had excited Matthew.

He practically leapt off the couch and was on his knees in front of Danielle within seconds. He looked up at her expectantly, awaiting instructions.

“This is all you,” Danielle said. “I’m not going to give you any direction. I want to see what kind of skills you have.”

Matthew nodded, then took a deep breath, grabbed ahold of her thighs, spread them slightly and pressed his face between her legs. He went to work on her shaved, incredibly smooth pussy, starting off slowly, licking the outside of her pussy lips, tasting her tangy sweetness on the tip of his tongue.

He glanced up to see how she was reacting and saw her looking down at him, watching him carefully, a little smile perched on her lips. She definitely looked happy but not ecstatic, so he figured he needed to turn things up a notch bit. Returning his attention back to her pussy, he changed his approach.

Matthew stuck his tongue out and ran it up her pussy, starting at the bottom of her snatch and slowly moving it up to the top, lapping at it like a kitten drinking milk. Danielle started to moan softly so he increased his speed, licking more quickly now, his rigid tongue slipping deeper and deeper into her silky smooth insides with every pass.

He ventured another glance up and saw that Danielle’s eyes were closed and her head turned slightly towards the ceiling. The look on her face plus the increased sounds of pleasure coming from her mouth excited Matthew. He could feel his cock pressing painfully against his pants. He was enjoying this more than he’d ever thought possible.

Danielle’s juices were gushing, drenching Matthew’s face, inciting him further. Feeling adventurous, Matthew grabbed Danielle’s legs, pushed them back further, giving him better access to her pussy. Then he took a deep breath and buried his head in between Danielle’s legs, smashing his face up against her flesh, forcing his tongue deeper inside her dripping wet pussy.

Danielle let out an excited little yelp, followed by a deep, pleasurable groan. Matthew shook his head back and forth quickly, further covering his face in her juices. He backed off for just a second to catch his breath.

He looked up at Danielle and saw that she had pulled her dress down, exposing her glorious tits, and was groping them with both her hands. Happy and proud and excited all at the same time, he dove back between her legs once again.

“Holy fuck,” Danielle moaned as Matthew went back to work on her pussy, digging his tongue in as deep as he could get it. “Right there, Matthew. Right fucking there.”

Danielle grabbed the back of Matthew’s head with both hands and pulled him further up inside her, holding his face up against her flesh, her pussy opening up even more, allowing him deeper access to her insides.

Matthew breathed Danielle in, her wet, musky, tangy sweetness his only nourishment while she moved her body against his face, sliding her pussy up and down on his rigid tongue, riding his face, her legs quivering as she approached orgasm.

And then she was there, her body tensing up for a moment before relaxing, an intense moan coming from her mouth as her pussy juices flowed out of her, soaking Matthew even further.

Danielle released his head, allowing him to breathe properly. He did so in gasping breaths, a big smile on his face while he looked up at Danielle, her nipples hard and her tits glistening with sweat as her chest heaved. Her hair was messed up and it hung down over her face, covering half of it. Her eyes were locked on his and her mouth was turned up in a satisfied smile.

“Well, what did you think?” Matthew asked, his own grin threatening to split his face in two.

“I have to admit, I’m pleasantly surprised,” Danielle said. “You were pretty damn good down there. A hell of a lot better than most men. And even some women.”

“Thanks,” Matthew replied, starting to blush once again.

Danielle laughed. “Still embarrassed, huh?”

“Not by what I did,” Matthew said. “But hearing it come from your mouth. For some reason that still has a strange effect on me.”

“Don’t fret it,” Danielle said. “I think it’s cute.”

This just caused Matthew to blush even more, which made Danielle laugh louder.

“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” Matthew said.

“What? Tried to embarrass you more?”

He nodded.

Danielle shrugged. Her smirk was predatory. “Maybe just a little. But enough talk. It’s time to repay your generosity.”

She climbed out of the chair and helped Matthew to his feet, then spun him around and dropped him down into the spot she’d just been in.

With her skimpy little dress still bundled around her waist and the black-rimmed glasses still on her face, Danielle bent over, undid Matthew’s belt, opened up his fly, and pulled his pants off, revealing his rock-hard cock.

Danielle smiled. “Eating me out turned you on that much?”

Matthew nodded.

She reached down and wrapped her hand around his cock. Laughing, she said, “It’s hard enough to hammer nails into a two-by-four.”

“Yeah, but I don’t know for how long,” Matthew said.

“You’re that close to being done already?”

Matthew nodded sheepishly.

“Wow, you really do enjoy eating pussy. I’ve never seen anything like it. At least, not from a man.”

“Sorry about that.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Danielle said. “Not at all. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with it.”  

“Okay,” Matthew said. “If you say so.” But he didn’t sound like he believed her.

“I’m serious,” Danielle said. “It’s a good thing. A very good thing. Trust me.”

“I believe you.”

With her hand still wrapped around his shaft, Danielle dropped down to her knees. Looking up at him from behind his cock, she said, “We’ll just take care of this real quick and then move on. We’ve got all day to play around.”

And with that, Danielle took the tip of his cock in her mouth.

Matthew moaned and took in a sharp breath, then let it out slowly. It was all he could do to not cum right then and there.

Danielle understood his situation and didn’t waste any time, her lips moving up and down on his cock in tandem with her hand, both working in unison, establishing a perfect rhythm, knowing that it was pointless trying to prolong things and just making it as pleasurable as possible for Matthew in the short time he had before he shot his load.

Moving quickly, Danielle was taking his cock halfway down before bouncing back up again, her hand following right behind her mouth, using the saliva she produced to jerk him off while she sucked his cock. Wet, slurping sounds filled the room as she moved faster and faster, taking him deeper and deeper in her mouth, maintaining eye contact the entire time, her eyes behind the glasses locked on his.

Matthew gripped the sides of the chair and held his breath, but it was no use. He was no longer able to prolong the inevitable. He muttered, “Shit, shit, shit,” and shifted in the chair so he was leaning forward just a bit, holding on as much as possible, trying to extract every last millisecond out of the experience before cumming.

Even though he was right on the edge, Danielle didn’t slow down. She continued going after his cock with the same speed and intensity, even as his body tensed up in preparation of orgasm.

“Holy shit,” Matthew said, trying to give Danielle one last chance to get out of the way before he came.

But Matthew didn’t have to worry. Danielle knew exactly what she was doing. She kept on blowing him right up until the point where he started to cum, popping her mouth off his cock just as the first veins of white semen came shooting out of the tip of his cock.

She continued jerking him off as he came, aiming his cock at her chest, taking Matthew’s seed all over her tits as his body shuddered beneath her.

Danielle jerked him off to completion, then slapped his cock against her tits a couple of times to make sure it was completely empty before letting go of it.

Matthew closed his eyes and shook his head quickly from side to side then took a deep breath before opening them again. Danielle was still sitting there on the floor, a big smile on her face, his semen snaking it’s way down her chest and towards her stomach, leaving little snail trails in their wake.

Matthew watched as she rubbed his cum into her skin, all over her tits, on top of her nipples, which were still hard. He wasn’t exactly sure why but watching her play with his cum was strangely exciting, which made him realize that even though he’d just came a minute or so ago his dick was still sticking straight-up, as hard as it had been when they first started.

Danielle noticed it too, nodding in the direction of his cock.

“Does it always stay hard like that?”

Matthew shook his head. “It never has before.”

“Do you think you can keep it up?”

“I have no idea.”

“Well, there’s only one way to find out,” Danielle said, climbing to her feet and then onto the chair.

Before Matthew realized what was happening, Danielle was straddling him, one leg on each side of his body, her knees and shins lying against the cushion, her ass pressing back against his cock as she sat on his lap.

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Matthew said.

“Why not?” she replied, lifting her body up and grabbing ahold of his cock. “Have you done something like this before?”

“No, but—”

“Then how do you know?” Danielle said as she pressed the tip of his cock against her pussy but didn’t slide it in. “It might be the best idea ever. Let’s find out.”

And with that, Danielle dropped her body onto Matthew’s, her pussy engulfing his cock as it slipped inside her.

“Ho-ly fuck,” Matthew said, drawing the words out between deep breaths.

“It feels that good, huh?” Danielle said, smiling like a shark.

Matthew just nodded because he couldn’t talk.

It was good, very good. But it was strange too. Different than anything he’d experienced before. Because it was so soon after he’d just finished, his cock was extremely sensitive, far more so than normal. So even though it was still hard it was also very tender.

So far, Danielle was taking it slow and gentle, but even so, he was right on the edge between pleasure and pain. Every little movement made him wince just a bit, and when she bottomed out, her pussy pressing up against his balls, he had to bite his bottom lip to keep from crying out.

Danielle saw his predicament and took it easy on Matthew, staying on top of him with his cock all the way inside of her, not moving at all except to lean forward and stick her tongue in his mouth.

Grateful for the temporary reprieve, Matthew explored the inside of her mouth with his tongue, the pure bliss of making out with Danielle taking his mind off the precarious position his cock was in.

Once he had himself back under control, he slid his hands under Danielle’s ass, spread her cheeks, and lifted up slightly, signaling to her that it was okay to start riding him again.

She took his cue and ran with it, bouncing up and down on his cock; slowly at first but quickly picking up speed until she was riding him like a cowgirl, forcing his hands out from under her ass because she was hammering him so aggressively.

Matthew’s cock was as hard as ever, having not lost once iota of stiffness since they’d started. It was still more sensitive than usual, but not painfully so. His cock felt like it was on the verge of cumming, when the rest of his body was telling him he was still pretty far away from orgasm. It was strange, and different and wonderful. Yet another new experience brought to him by this gorgeous woman sitting atop him.

His hands were getting lonely, so he slid them up her belly and slipped them under her tits, holding them in the palms of his hands. She leaned back, showing him the hollow of her neck and accentuating her tits by pushing them out even further.

With his hands still groping her tits, Matthew straightened his arms, forcing her back even more, changing the angle of his cock just a bit. He got his hips into the act, bouncing them up as she bottomed out on his cock, giving his cock deeper access to the inside of her.

The low sounds of their grunts and hard breathing combined with the slapping of their bodies together and the sloshing of their juices to create a cacophony of sound that was music to Matthew’s ears. A symphony of sex.

Danielle grabbed his wrists and pulled them off her tits then leaned forward once again, even farther this time, pinning his wrists to the chair next to his head. Holding them in place, staring right down at him with an intense look, her body positioned so it seemed like she was hovering over him, Danielle slammed her body down on his, riding Matthew’s cock from tip to base, picking up speed with every pass.


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