Part 3 of the story of this slutty virgin teen. And yes, I’ll be posting Part 4, don’t worry.  And I promise I won’t make you wait so long this time, lol.  Enjoy!

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“Is there something you wish to tell me, Mary?” Father Daniel inquires.

Eighteen year-old Mary Ann Migallos stands in front of the desk of her family priest, dressed in her school uniform. She can’t help but notice the stern but calm look on Father Daniel’s face.

“What do you mean, Father Daniel?” innocently asks Mary.

“Your mother says she found this in your room.” Says Father Daniel reaching into a drawer of his desk.

Mary’s eyes widen with shock and shame as Father Daniel places a small 4-inch vibrator on the desk.

“Can you tell me what this is, Mary?” Father Daniel asks, knowing full well what it is.

Mary struggles to force her mouth to form the words she needs to answer for a few seconds.

“It’s….it’s a…clit stimulator.” Answers Mary.

“A sex toy?” Father Daniel asks.

“Yes.” Answers shameful Mary.

Mary watches Father Daniel reaches in the drawer again, her thoughts stops as the priest drops a red lace g-string on the desk.

“And what is this?” Father Daniel asks.

“A…g-string.” Mary answers with embarrassment.

“Why do you have this?” inquires Father Daniel. “Why would you wear something like this? Better yet, where would you?”

“I bought one because…I just wanted to know how I would look in one.”Mary explains. “Some of the girls at school are wearing thongs and g-string.”

“You wore this at school?”

“No. I would just wear it in my room.”

“And this…stimulator?”

“I…I…would just use it to get myself off…whenever I get any urges.”

“Why haven’t you come to me about this? Why did I have to know about this from your mother?”

“What did you tell my mother? What happened exactly?”

“Your mother came to me this morning after she found these in your room. I told her I would take care of it and she didn’t need to tell anyone, including your father.”

Mary feels some relief from Father Daniel’s efforts to cover up her indiscretion, causing her to breathe easier but knows her interrogation is not yet over. Mary guesses she will have to explain in great detail how would she admire some of the girls in the locker room in their skimpy panties, especially Gina in her lavender lace thong, which led to her buying the g-string. Also Mary would have to include how, alone in her room, Mary would admire herself in her full-length mirror wearing only the g-string, as well as sleep in them.

It would be even harder for Mary to explain about the clit stimulator. How could she justify on buying such an item in an impulsive moment to Father Daniel, or give details of how she would wait late in the night for her to use the clit stimulator, or even who Mary would fantasize about when using it?

“I want you to be honest with me, Mary.” Father Daniel firmly informs.

“Yes, Father.” Mary quickly replies, ready to answer.

“Why didn’t you come to me sooner?” Father Daniel asks. “Why do I have to hear about this now?”

“I don’t know, Father.” Mary softly sulks. “I mean, I planned to talk to you about the g-string after I got it, but I…just kept putting it off for another time.”

Father Daniel stands from his chair and walks around his desk to Mary. Mary crosses her arms over her breasts as she slides her hands up her arms below her shoulders.

“I thought we had an agreement, Mary.” Says Father Daniel. “You come to me and we deal with your immoral urges in the privacy of my office.”

“I’m sorry, Father Daniel.” Mary apologizes.

“If you come to me sooner, your mother would not be involved.” Father Daniel informs.

“I know, Father, and I’m sorry.”

“Because of this, I may have to explain to your parents not only about your lustful needs, but also what we have been doing.”

“No, Father Daniel.” Mary pleads. “I could never look at my parents if they ever found out.”

“But what can I do?” Father Daniel rhetorically asks. “Do you even understand why I did what I had to do to you last time? Why I made you stand in front of me, naked? Why I made you touch yourself?”

“You said you were helping me…” Mary tries to answer.

“You had to experience the shame you would feel if you engaged in premarital sex. You had to know what you would bring upon yourself.”

“The spankings as well?” asks Mary.

“Your penance, Mary.” Answers Father Daniel. “It was your punishment for giving in to your urges.”

“But did I have to give you a blow job?” Mary asks.

“As much as I didn’t want to put you through that, it was necessary.” Explains Father Daniel. “If people knew about your promiscuity, they would expect you do such a degrading act.”

“So you weren’t just punishing me but you trying to…educate me as well?” asks Mary.

“Yes, Mary.” Father Daniel confirms. “But if you cannot trust me to help you through this, I will have to tell your parents.”

“Father, no.” Mary pleads again as she moves closer to Father Daniel. “I promise not to keep anything from you again.”

Father Daniel pauses for a few seconds to consider his choices. Since Mary understands the consequences of not telling her priest about her sinful actions, Father Daniel sees no reason to inform Mary’s parents as of yet.

“Take off your clothes.” Father Daniel commands. “You are long overdue for your penance.”

“So you won’t tell my parents?” asks Mary as she pulls her feet from her shoes.

“Yes, Mary.” Father Daniel answers.

Mary pulls her white socks from her feet and moves on to taking off her blazer. As Father Daniel watches Mary unbutton her blouse, he notices how Mary is more comfortable with undressing in front of him.

Mary then removes her bra, revealing her lovely breasts. Mary is a bit hesitant when she is about to undo her skirt, as if she is hiding something. Mary pauses for a second and then she hurryingly pulls down the skirt, letting it drop to the floor.

Father Daniel was to expect a pair of white panties to be next to removed, but to his surprise sees Mary standing over her skirt naked. Father Daniel is further surprised when he see Mary with no panties, but no pubic hair as well.

“What is this now?” Father Daniel inquires, pointing to Mary’s pussy.

“I shaved my vagina after I got the g-string.” Mary explains, presenting her hairless pussy. “It just looks better without all the hair.”

Father Daniel takes the g-string from his desk and holds it to Mary.

“Put it on then.” Father Daniel orders.

Mary reaches over and takes the g-string from her priest. Father Daniel leans against his desk as he centers his sights on the red lace g-string in Mary’s delicate hands. He watches as Mary’s legs, one-by-one, go into the g-string and slowly pulls it up to her slender and firm legs and gently slips the lace undergarment around her hips. Father Daniel lightly gasps as he inspects on the g-string fitting perfectly on Mary.

Mary spins herself around to show Father Daniel her backside. The priest’s penis hardens as he views the thin lace straps wore tightly on Mary’s shapely ass and wants nothing more than to feel the soft skin and toned muscles.

“Come here, Mary.” Father Daniel commands, standing up.

Mary hurryingly walks to her priest, eager to earn his forgiveness.

“Assume the position.” Father Daniel commands.

Mary moves to the front of the desk and leans forward, securing her hands on the oak surface, protruding her ass outward. Father Daniel stands behind Mary and takes a moment to admire the young girl’s beautifully shaped ass. Although he cannot admit it openly, Father Daniel finds the g-string very provocative and very alluring, almost as good on Mary than being her bare bum.

“Why would you wear such a thing, Mary?” Father Daniel asks. “Something that would make you look a whore?”

“I just wanted to look sexy.” Mary answers.

Mary feels the swift hand of her priest smack her ass, she tries hold still as she prepare for another.

“I am very disappointed in you, Mary.” Says Father Daniel.

Another hard slap is sent on Mary’s ass.

“I’m so sorry, Father.” Mary declares.

Mary’s ass is spanked again.

“And this sex toy you have, how often do you use it?” Father Daniel inquires.

“Every night since I got it.” Mary confesses. “Sometimes in the morning I would use it in the shower.”

Mary squirms as she feels another smack on her already throbbing ass. For several minutes, there is no talking between the semi-naked schoolgirl and her family priest, only sound in the office is of Father Daniel’s hand slapping against Mary’s ass.

Finally, the spanking stops. As Mary reels from the pain of her penance, Father Daniel lightly feels the red and tender area of Mary’s derriere, his hand slowly lowers between the cheeks and down to her lace-covered pussy, where Father Daniel discovers a wet spot.

“You’re wet.” Father Daniel states. “Were you getting aroused when I was spanking you?”

“Yes, Father.” Mary admits with shame. “I didn’t want to but I couldn’t help it.”

As Father Daniel looks to Mary, he notices her looking at the clit stimulator on the desk.

“What are you looking at, Mary?” Father Daniel asks in an accusing tone.

“Nothing.” Mary quickly replies, looking away from the sex toy.

“You were looking at that immoral device, won’t you?” Father Daniel fully accuses, placing his hand on Mary’s ass.

“No, I…yes.” Mary confesses.

“You want to use it to please your sinful desires?” Father Daniel further accuses.

“Yes, I do.” Mary confesses with shame.

“Sit on the desk.” Father Daniel orders.

Mary moves herself to sit on the desk facing Father Daniel.

“Use it.” Father Daniel orders.

With some reluctance, Mary takes the clit stimulator and turns it on. As the device loudly hums, Mary closes her eyes as she parts her smooth thigh and places it under her g-string and locates her clit. Mary immediately feels the surge of sexual pleasure overtake her body, causing her to quickly lay her back on the desk and softly moans with delight.

Father Daniel moves closer to the reclining Mary. He smells the mixed scent of sweat and sex coming from the young naked girl. Father Daniel gently places his hand on Mary’s leg, savoring the soft and smooth skin. He moves his hand up her leg to her stomach. He forces himself to stop there from moving his hand further up to molest Mary’s heaving breasts.

It became difficult for Father Daniel to ignore his increasing erection longing to be free from his trousers and zealously penetrate the pink delicate flower so close to him, feeling the warm, tight and wet tunnel as he slides his manhood in and out until…

“AAAAGGHHH!” Mary screams with wide open eyes. “I’m gonna cum, Father!”

“Look at me, Mary.” Father Daniel commands.

Both of Father Daniel’s hands grabs Mary’s shoulders and pulls her up. Mary is sitting up, facing her priest, keeping her clit stimulator to her excited pink bud. She quickly places her hand on Father Daniel’s shoulder and secures it there, maintaining her eye contact with him.

“OOOOHHHHHH! I’M CUMMING!!!” Mary screams.

Father Daniel watches Mary’s latest orgasm cause her young body to tremble as she knocks her head back. As the rapture in Mary’s sex runs its course, Mary slowly lays back on the desk as she pulls the sex toy from herself and turns it off.

As Mary relaxes to catch her breath, Father Daniel takes a step back to fully view the girl in her g-string on his desk. Knowing where to look, he sees the usual wet spot on her lace-covered pussy and reach to it. Father Daniel slowly diddles the damp layer of lace, causing Mary to coo.

“Mary?”

“Yes, Father?”

“Are you ashamed of what you did?”

“Yes, Father.”

“Stand up, Mary.”

Father Daniel steps back again as Mary picks herself off the desk and stands near him.

“Come with me.” Says Father Daniel, holding out his hand. “Hang on to your sex toy.”

Mary takes Father Daniel’s hand and is lead out of the office. As Mary is guided to the church, she looks to the pews for any people. She is somewhat relived to see no one in church, but is unsettled to what her priest plans to do here.

As Father Daniel instructs, Mary stands of her knee with her hand behind her on the carpeted floor, facing the pews with Father Daniel standing in front of her.

“Now Mary, tell me why is it you weren’t not wearing any panties?” Father Daniel asks.

Mary struggles to speak out her explanation for a few seconds.

“I…I just want to know how it felt.” Mary explains.

“And how did it make you feel?”

“I felt..a bit excited.”

“Acting like an immoral slut excites you, Mary? Walking around with only your skirt to cover your private areas? Did you do anything?”

“Nothing, just that.”

“Don’t lie to me, Mary.”

“I wanted to… show my…” Mary chokes on her words. “There’s a construction crew working near my school, all men. After school, they would ogle at me and the other girls. I thought about what it would be like to have sex with all of them.”

Father Daniel squats himself down to look face-to-face with Mary.

“So what happened?” asks Father Daniel.

“I was going to walk to them and lift my skirt at them, show my pussy. I wanted them to fuck me.” Mary confesses with an aroused exhale.

“You planned to throw yourself at these men? Let them use you?” Father Daniel accuses.

“Yes.” Mary answers.

“Give me your stimulator.” Father Daniel commands with his hand out.

Mary complies and relinquishes the clit stimulator to Father Daniel.

“Hold still.” Father Daniel instructs as he reaches between Mary’s thighs with his free hand.

Mary closes her eyes as she feels Father Daniel’s fingers touching her lower stomach and going down to her pussy. She gasps as she feels a sudden shock of pleasure as the probing fingers touches her sensitive clit and lightly strokes it. Mary feels her sexual urges returning, making her to want another orgasm.

Father Daniel is aware Mary’s arousal as his sights are fixed on her quivering body. He too feels the urgent need to taste the forbidden fruit at is Mary’s virginity, not just to feel his hard penis thrusting in and out of Mary’s eager young pussy, but to feel her tits and lick her stiff nipples, to savoir the smell of sweat and sex radiating from her sweat-covered skin and to hear her moan with pleasure until she screams in the climax.

But Father Daniel maintains his restraint and patience for just the right time. He turns on the clit stimulator and softly presses the vibrating toy against one of Mary’s nipples, causing to moan as she is unable to resist the sensations it brings to her body.

Mary opens her eyes to see the stimulator circling around her nipple for less than a minute until her priest slowly slides the toy down her sternum, further down her stomach, passed her belly button, to her lace-covered pussy, stopping at Mary’s clit.

Mary lets out a brief sexually excited shout as she feels her clit crying for another orgasm. As the heat between Mary’s thighs heats up, her hands rises from behind her and cups her heaving breasts, immediately pinching and caressing the nipples.

“Tell me again, Mary.” Father Daniel orders. “Did you really plan on letting yourself to be used by those construction workers?”

“Yes, Father.” Mary admits.

“Out in public when anyone would see you debase yourself as a whore?” Father Daniels accuses.

Mary’s imagination puts her in the situation with the construction men fucking her, each one with a magnificent cock ready to penetrate her tight, wet virgin pussy. The thought of onlookers never occurred to Mary until now, but her mind adds in passersby watching Mary get fucked by six, studly construction workers, exciting her more. But then, some of the onlookers are Mary’s friends, her soccer team, her teachers, and her parents.

“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGG!!!”

Suddenly, Mary screams with wide open eyes as she is overcome with an incredibly intense orgasm sending her into complete bliss and falls on her side.

Father Daniel turns off the clit stimulator and watches an exhausted Mary rolls on her back catching her breath. Father Daniel reaches for Mary’s wet g-string and gently pulls it down her legs.

“Back on your knees, Mary.” Father Daniel orders.

The fully-naked and fully-conscious Mary picks herself off the floor and stands on knees again. Father Daniel leans to Mary and wraps the sex-soaked g-string around Mary’s neck.

Mary tries to ignore the scent of her own pussy fluids as she looks up to a stern Father Daniel. She worries if Father Daniel will make her use the clit stimulator for a third time, although the orgasms were greatly gratifying, she knows of the shame and humiliation that would follow. Shame and humiliation brought on by Father Daniel.

“So what are you going to do next time you feel the need for sex?” inquires Father Daniel.

“I sworn I’ll go to you, Father.” Mary quickly promises.

“Good.” Father Daniel says as he takes a step to the still kneeling Mary. “Now close your eyes and open your mouth. We are not done yet.”

As Mary obeys and shuts her eyes, she hears the unzipping sound from Father Daniel’s trousers. Trying to push aside her nervousness, Mary slowly opens her mouth and awaits her family priest’s erected cock.

*Note – I take no credit for writing this story.  All credit goes to the original author.*

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“Bless me father, for I have sinned.” Declares Mary, sitting in the confession booth of her church.

“What is the problem, my child?” inquires the familiar voice of Father Daniel.

“Father Daniel, I’ve been having impure thoughts again.” Mary states with a subtle tone of shame.

“What was it this time, Mary?” Father Daniel further inquires with interest.

“It happened when my soccer team finished a game and we all went to the showers.” Mary explains. “It wasn’t until I undressed and went to shower with the other girls when I notice how beautiful they looked. When I found myself surrounded by hot naked girls, I started thinking about having sex with them. In fact, there was this girl named Gina, and she looked so…”

“Enough.” Father Daniel interrupts. “Go to my office and wait for me there.”

“Yes, Father.” Mary complies.

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Father Daniel enters his office and sees Mary sitting on the couch looking worried and guilty. Shutting the door behind him, he locks the door.

“Tell me again what happened.” Father Daniel directs as he sits next to Mary.

“I was showering with the girls in my soccer team when I feel those urges again.” Mary explains. “You know, sex.”

“Did you do anything?” Father Daniel inquires.

“No, Father.” Mary replies. “But looking at all those naked girls made me want to touch my…self”

“What about this girl, Gina?” asks Father Daniel.

“She was showering next to me.” Says Mary. “She likes to shower in cold water, which made her nipples stand out. I thought about licking her nipples, wondering how they feel against my tongue.” Mary pauses and takes a breath in. “I then thought about getting on my knees and…lick her ass.”

Father Daniel reaches under Mary’s plaid skirt. His fingers feel her panties and find a wet spot.

“Continue, Mary.” Father Daniel commands.

Mary tries to focus on the recollection of her ordeal despite the stimulating distractions of her priest’s fingers circling around her pussy and the sultry scent of her juices.

“I left before I could do anything but I was still getting horny, so I went in one of the toilet stall and started rubbing my secret spot.”

“You were masturbating?” Father Daniel sternly asks.

“Yes, Father.” Answers Mary. “And I did it thinking about all those girls having sex with each other.”

“Hold on, Mary.” Says Father Daniel. “Stand up and take off your clothes.”

“Father Daniel, no.” Mary pleads.

“Mary.” Father Daniel sternly warns. “You need to feel the shame you have brought upon yourself. For the sake of your soul.”

With only her trust in her family priest to guide her, Mary stands up from the couch and turns to face Father Daniel as she removes her blue blazer. Mary hands shakes again as she unbuttons her blouse, revealing her pink strapless bra. After the discarded blouse falls on the floor, Father Daniel intensely watches Mary slowly removes her bra, freeing her full and firm breasts.

Mary tries to hide her discomfort as she pulls down her skirt down. As humiliating as she feels stripping in front her priest, Mary hopes it will liberated her from her wicked yearnings and bring her salvation. Mary lets the skirt drop to the floor as she continues with her damp white panties.

“Leave the panties on.” Father Daniel instructs. “Just take off the shoes and socks.”

Mary pulls off her black leather shoes and white socks. Cool air on her unclothed skin causes her to shiver. Father Daniel holds his hand out to Mary. Mary takes the priest’s hand and is guided to sit across his lap.

Father Daniel then guides Mary’s hand between her thighs to the damp spot of her panties.

“Now what were you fantasizing about when you were masturbating?” Father Daniel inquires, slowly making Mary’s hand to circularly motion around her erect clit.

“I was thinking having sex with all those girls.” Mary explains as she feels the rising pleasure between her legs. “First I wanted to eat Gina’s pussy…while Jenny eats mine…and while Sarah licks my ass…and spanks it…spanks it hard.”

“Is that what you wanted?” Father Daniel inquires. “You look at all those young naked bodies, all wet and soapy, and you lust after them, right?”

“Yes.” Mary confesses.

Mary’s hand moves on its own as she nears her sexual pinnacle.

“What else did you want to do?” Father Daniel eagerly inquires.

“I wanted all of them to…have me…all of them hold me down and…kiss me…finger my pussy…lick me…grab and fondle my tits…and…and…”

Mary slams her thighs together, trapping her hand to her panties as she feels the rapture of an orgasm overwhelm her.

Mary rests her head on Father Daniel’s shoulder as the pleasure of her orgasm slowly subsides. Father Daniel takes this time to admire the smooth and flawless skin of Mary’s body and slides his hand up her leg to her pressed together thighs.

“Spread your legs, Mary.” Father Daniel calmly commands.

Broken from her blissful trance, Mary raises her head and slowly parts her wet thighs. Father Daniel and Mary almost immediately and simultaneously see the wet spot on Mary’s panties, bigger that before.

“Do you see this?” Father Daniel sternly inquires. “You have stained your panties with your lust. Do you feel any shame now?”

“Yes, Father.” Mary answers.

“Stand up.” Father Daniel orders.

Mary obeys and stands up from her priest’s lap, facing him.

“Remove your panties.” Father Daniel orders as he stands up from the couch.

Mary hurryingly pulls her wet panties down off her legs but hold on to them instead of dropping them on the floor. Father Daniel notices the shine from Mary’s wet black pubic hair.

“Give them to me.” Father Daniel reaches out.

Mary hand begins to shake as she hands her panties to Father Daniel. Father Daniel examines Mary’s panties stained with her sweat and sex fluids. He smells the alluring scent it gives off, testing the priest’s principles. Turning his sight to Mary, he sees the desperate look in her eyes.

“Do you trust me, Mary?” asks Father Daniel.

“Yes, Father. I do.” Mary answers.

“Good.” Father Daniel replies. “Close your eyes.”

Without any hesitation, Mary closes her eyes, showing Father Daniel the unwavering trust she has in him, much to his delight. Father Daniel pulls the panties over Mary’s head, placing the wet spot against Mary’s nose, allowing the naked virgin to smell her juices.

Mary tries to fight the tears forming in her eyes from the humiliation she feels but soon the tears falls down from her eyes and are caught and absorbed into the fabric of her panties.

Father Daniel takes Mary’s hand and guides her to his desk. Without any verbal direction, Mary leans forward to the desk with her hands on the surface, having her ass protruding for her priest. Standing next to the young naked girl sloping over his desk, Father Daniel admires Mary’s beautiful ass with his eyes and his hands.

“Are you ready to pay penance, Mary?” Asks Father Daniel.

“Yes.” Mary sobs through her panties.

Mary feels and swift hand of her priest strike her ass hard. A whimper escapes her mouth but tries to keep it contained. With the humiliation and discomfort she’s experiencing, Mary tries to focus on her faith to get her through.

Mary feels another slap on her ass. She forces her mouth shut so not to distract Father Daniel.

“I am very disappointed in you, Mary.” Father Daniel says, giving Mary’s ass another swift slap. “You should have learned your lesson the last time you were here.”

“I’m sorry, Father.” Mary’s ass is spanked again.

“I know you are, Mary. That’s why I’m doing this in the privacy of my office…instead of the altar where everyone can see.”

With her eyes still close, Mary’s imagination fills in the darkness with the sight of the church viewed from the altar. The seats are all filled with the church-goers, including her family and schoolmates.

Mary feels several more smacks to her ass but is still in her fantasy, being spanked by her family priest in view of her parents, her teachers, her friends, her soccer team. They all know Mary’s sins and the scandals she would bring to herself. They all watch her get the punishment she deserved.

Mary takes in a deep breath through her nose and fills her nostrils with the scent of her damp panties as her ass is smacked again, harder and louder than the others. Without any warning, Mary’s whole body trembles as she feels an exceedingly intense orgasm hit her like a speeding truck.

“AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!”

With her senses lost in the whirlwind of bliss between her wet thighs, Mary’s arms are unable to hold her upper body and collapses on the desk.

“What just happened, Mary.” Father Daniel demands an answer.

Mary gives no reply to her priest. Father Daniel pulls Mary by her arm and stands her on her feet. After pulling the panties off Mary’s face and flinging them to the floor, Father Daniel sees the hazy look of ecstasy in Mary’s half-open eyes, showing the young girl is still reeling from her sudden orgasm.

“Mary, I asked you a question.” Father Daniel asserts. “What happened?”

“I… I had another orgasm, Father.” Mary answers.

Mary looks down to see her pussy juices slowly run down her thighs, as did Father Daniel.

“I don’t know how it…” Filled with shame, Mary is unable to finish her sentence.

In an act of preserving whatever dignity and modesty she may still have, Mary raises her arm over her breasts to cover them and covers the wet hairs of her vagina, but as Mary sees the disappointment of Father Daniel’s subtle facial expression, Mary bows her head down in shame.

“Even when I punish you, you turn it into an excuse to degrade yourself into a slut.” utters Father Daniel.

“I’m sorry, Father.” Says ashamed Mary. “Please don’t give up on me.”

“Go on your knees, Mary.” Father Daniel calmly orders.

Mary complies and kneels in front of Father Daniel.

“Close your eyes.” Father Daniel.

Without question, Mary closes her eyes again. She knows by now to listen to Father Daniel and trust in his orders, and Father Daniel knows this about Mary as well.

Father Daniel unzips her trousers and pulls out his fully erect cock.

“Open your mouth.” Father Daniel orders.

Mary begins to feel uncertain about Father Daniel’s approach but slowly opens her mouth anyway.

“Don’t move.” Father Daniel orders.

As Mary feels the hard 7-inch member of her priest gently inserts into Mary’s awaiting mouth, she tries not to pull away, despite the emerging feeling of disgust.

“Now suck.”

Mary wraps her lips around the fleshy shift and begins to suck and bob her head back and forth. She secures one hand on Father Daniel’s hip while she takes her other hand to the base of the cock and lightly strokes it. This being the first blowjob Mary has given, she has to rely to her instincts and imagination and hope be enough to please Father Daniel.

Mary continues sucking Father Daniel’s cock when finally she tastes the discharge of semen in her mouth.

“Swallow it.” Father Daniel grunts. “Swallow all of it.”

Following Father Daniel’s order, Mary swallows the hot and spicy sperm. She feels the jizz trail from her tongue, down her throat and to her stomach.

Even though, Mary has no idea what her blowjob will accomplish, she figures Father Daniel has a good reason.

Why wouldn’t he?

*Note – I take no credit for writing this story.  All credit goes to the original author.*

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“Mary Ann Migallos!” yells Father Daniel.

To his shock, he sees Mary, an 18 year-old girl in the confession booth with her blue plaid skirt pulled up with her right hand down her white cotton panties as she pleases herself fervently. Her white blouse is halfway open and her right breast is exposed and fondled by Mary’s left hand.

Father Daniel’s outburst abruptly stops Mary’s blissful trance. She opens her eyes and sees her family priest holding open the door of the confession booth. In complete shame, Mary withdraws her hand from her panties and pulls her skirt down to cover her wet pussy. Although she moves her other hand from her breast, she becomes too embarrassed and confused to button her blouse and leaves her firmly round breast uncovered.

“What are you doing, Mary?” bellows Father Daniel.

“I’m sorry, Father.” Mary blurts with a low voice. “I was waiting for you and I…I…”

Father Daniel takes Mary by the arm and roughly pulls her from the confession booth and guides her to his office. Mary noticing no one else in the church and only she and Father Daniel are in church, which gives her some relief. Mary then notices her right breast and pulls her blouse to cover it.

Father Daniel takes Mary to his office and shuts the door. Mary walks to the priest’s desk and turns to face Father Daniel standing at the door. Father Daniel sees the look of fear and shame on her face, she obviously is scared about her family finding out. Father Daniel cannot help but notice Mary’s exposed right breast and centers on the small but pert nipple.

Father Daniel has known Mary’s family for years and has seen Mary grow up into a beautiful young woman. Only recently, Mary has been coming to Father Daniel for counseling of her emerging “impure thoughts” of sex. Mary would tell Father Daniel about sudden sexual urges she would have in school and in church, then it lead to sexual fantasies she would have about several boys she knew, her soccer coach, one of her father’s co-workers.

Father Daniel tries to give Mary the spiritual guidance she needs but despite his good intentions, he finds himself tempted.

“What happened, Mary?” sternly asks the Father.

“I had another urge, Father.” Mary quickly answers. “I was leaving school I saw the football team head for the shower room and just thought about sneaking in, taking my clothes and let all the boys just fuck me whatever way they want.”

“Did you?” Father Daniel asks, immensely waiting for the answer.

“No, Father.” Says Mary. “I mean I wanted to. But when I found myself walking to the door of the shower room ready to pull off my panties, I run here as fast as I could to tell you.”

“So why were you touching yourself like that in the confession booth?” Father Daniel further asks.

“I went inside to confess, but you weren’t there, so I waited.” Mary desperately explains. “But then I started thinking about all the guys in the shower room, soaping up their dirty and sweaty bodies, then I started to fantasize about me walking in naked and having sex with all of them one at a time, maybe even two at a time. That’s when I began to touch myself and I just lose control.”

“Sounds like to me you didn’t have any control to begin with.” States Father Daniel. “In fact, I think you’re still horny from all this, aren’t you?”

“Yes. I am.” Confesses Mary.

“Lift your skirt, Mary.” Orders Father Daniel.

“Father…?” asks a confused Mary.

“Lift your skirt.” Father Daniel reasserts his order.

Mary’s hands begin to shake as she pulls her skirt up, exposing her damp panties. Father Daniel calmly walks to Mary. Standing in front of Mary, Father Daniel’s hand reaches between her legs.

Mary’s mouth gives a sudden sigh of shock and pleasure as she feels the priest’s fingers lightly pressing against her sacred vagina, still covered in her damp white panties. The fingers slowly moves upward, seconds feels longer than before for Mary until the fingers connect with her sensitive clit, causing Mary to moan from another twinge of pleasure. Mary feels her legs unable to hold her trembling body, but luckily sits back on Father Daniel’s desk.

“You have let yourself be taken by the demon that is lust, Mary.” Says Father Daniel as he continues to diddle Mary’s secret pleasure spot. “This is because you have yet to understand the consequences of your actions.”

“Please, Father.” Softly pleads Mary, looking into her priest’s eyes. “What can I do to rid myself of these urges?”

Father Daniel gazes into Mary’s desperate eyes for a few seconds, and then slowly withdraws his hand.

“Take off your panties, Mary.” Father Daniel calmly commands.

Obeying her priest, Mary hooks her thumbs to her panties and slowly pulls them down her slim and smooth legs. Holding her panties to her chest, Mary looks to Father Daniel for further instructions.

“Now the skirt.” Commands Father Daniel.

Mary stands up for the desk and unfastens her skirt, letting it drop to the floor.

“The blouse and bra now.” Father Daniel commands.

Mary tries to stop her hands from shaking as she unbuttons her blouse. After removing the blouse, she places it on the desk with her panties. Mary manages to keep her hands steady as she removes her bra and leaves it on the desk.

Father Daniel now sees Mary naked, wearing only her white socks and black leather shoes. He feels his penis beneath his pant harden, wanting to penetrate Mary’s virgin maidenhead.

“Lay yourself on the desk.” Father Daniel commands.

Mary sits her bare ass on the edge of the desk and lies back on her elbows, maintaining her eye contact with her priest.

“Do you feel any shame with what you’re doing?” inquires Father Daniel. “Lying naked, wanting to be used like some whore?”

“Kind of.”

“Do you still feel the need to please yourself?” asks Father Daniel.

“Yes.” Mary answers.

“Then do it.” Calmly asserts Father Daniel.

Almost immediately, Mary’s fingers locates her pink pearl and delicately caresses it. She lays her back flat on the deck and leans her head off the edge. In less than a minute, Mary is overcome by the pleasures of her eager body, greatly expressed through her moans. Father Daniel intensely watches Mary’s fingers as they gently tease and fondle her sensitive clit.

Father Daniel walks around the desk to his chair. Sitting down, he looks at Mary’s face, eyes closed and slowly moaning loader through her lips. Father Daniel surmises how easy to would be to have his cock sucked on by the lusciously full lips of Mary’s mouth. How long it’s been so long for Father Daniel since the last time he enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh.

“Father Daniel.” Mary blurts. “I’m gonna come. Oh, god, I gonna come.”

Father Daniel’s attention shifts back to the naked Mary lying on his desk, about to orgasm in front of him. Mary’s hand goes faster and her moans grow louder as her climax get closer. Father Daniel looks deeply at Mary’s face as the skin becomes sweaty.

“OH, GOD!” yells Mary, “I’M COMING! I’M COMING!”

Mary’s eyes swiftly open wide and looks into Father Daniel’s eyes above her. Much to Mary’s confusion, gazing into the eyes of her family priest pushing her lust further than she anticipated.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!” Mary screams out her orgasm, still at eye contact with Father Daniel. In the few seconds, he sees the look of sexual bliss burning in her eyes.

As the orgasm ends, Mary slowly takes her hand from her pussy as she closes her eyes and slowly catches her breath. For several minutes, Father Daniel watches Mary’s sweat covered body resting on his desk.

Father Daniel then stands up from his chair and walks to the front of his desk. Mary opens her eyes and sits up, crossing her legs while she crosses her arms to cover her tits.

“Do you still feel lust, Mary?” asks Father Daniel.

“No, Father.” Softly answers Mary.

“Do you now feel shame?” Father Daniel asks in an accusing tone.

Mary is reluctant to answer.

“You do, don’t you?” Father Daniel inquires with a harsh accusing tone.

“Yes, Father. I do.” Mary softly answers mortified. “Are you gonna tell my parents?”

“I have to.” Says Father Daniel. “You need to pay penance for this.”

“No. They don’t need to know.” Pleads Mary as she leaps off the desk to Father Daniel. “Can’t I pay penance with you?”

Standing so close to her priest, Mary places her hands on Father Daniel’s chest. Father Daniel sees the sad desperation in Mary’s wide eyes as he discreetly fills his nostrils with sweet aroma of Mary’s sweat.

“Very well. I won’t tell them.” says Father Daniel.

“Thank you, Father.” Mary quickly beams with a grateful smile. “What do I have to do?”

Father Daniel gently takes Mary’s hands from his chest and guides her his desk. Standing in front of the desk she just masturbated on, Mary is directed by Father Daniel to lean forward, placing her hands firmly on the oak surface.

Standing at Mary’s side, Father Daniel observes the curves of Mary’s heart shaped ass for a few seconds. He considers the temptation Mary brings him to break his vow of chastity. Even though he cannot have sexual intercourse with the young virgin girl, he deduces he can still take advantage of her problem to his gratification.

Not fully satisfied with just watching, Father Daniel’s hand gently feels Mary’s divinely beautiful ass. He slowly motions his hand and feels the firm muscles underneath the smooth and soft skin.

Father Daniel continues to fondle Mary’s ass for a few seconds…then gives it a hard slap. Mary gives out a short groan from this but gives no resistance and is actually thankful for her punishment to begin after a pause of growing uncomfortable silence. Even when her priest delivers another slap to her nude ass, Mary is still grateful to him to take on himself to carry out her punishment after her sin.

Then she feels another slap. The pain subsides for Mary as she feels Father Daniel’s hand caressing the now red skin of her ass.

As the spanking continues, Mary patiently waits for it to end as she has long lost count how many times Father Daniel’s hand has smacked her rosy red ass. She doesn’t know how many spanks she has to take to pay her penance, but she trusts Father Daniel to do what is necessary to help keep her virtues.

*Note – I take no credit for writing this story.  All credit goes to the original author.*

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Talitha squirmed in her bed as a hazy male figure leaned over her, at first holding himself up on his arms, away from her. Incoherent pleas came from her lips as she writhed on the bed, desperate for contact. Finally, he let go and pressed her into the mattress, the crisp hairs on his chest rubbing over her sensitive nipples. She reached down, attempting to grasp his hard cock in her delicate hand, but he growled and grabbed both her hands, pining them down on the mattress over her head.

He shifted both wrists into one of his hands, using the other to skim down her slender body to her bare pussy. He stroked the outer lips for a minute, torturing her as she twisted, trying to get him to put his fingers inside her. Just as he worked the tip of his index finger into the small hole, Talitha awoke with a start.

“Whoa,” she gasped, sitting up in her bed and slamming her hand over the alarm clock that had interrupted her erotic dream. Glaring at it angrily, she tried to remember why she had set it for so early. She could feel her heart pounding and the flesh between her legs pulsed insistently, desperate for release.

She yanked her covers up to her chin and pulled her shirt up and her panties off below the blanket. She slowly trailed her fingers down to her breasts, toying with the tips as they became hard and erect. She pinched and rubbed them lightly, feeling her pussy spasm in response. Leaving one hand toying with her breasts, she ran the other hand over her flat stomach and down to her thighs, drawing her hand a little farther up to spread her lips, feeling the moisture there.

She drew one finger over her slick flesh, from her opening to her clit, poking out insistently from under its hood. She rubbed it for several moments, spreading her legs, feeling them shake as she became more and more aroused, her juices pouring out of her body. She drew her finger down to her entrance, spreading the moisture around as she returned to her clit. Her lips parted in a silent scream, feeling herself drawing closer and closer to the edge. Her fingers rubbed faster and faster as she tried to pull herself over.

Just then, an insistent knock sounded at the door and her doorknob twisted alarmingly. Panicked, Talitha quickly removed her hands from her body and pulled her shirt back down, sitting up in bed as the door opened.

“Good morning Tali!” her mother said cheerfully, moving across the room to open her blinds. Talitha blinked as sunlight flooded the room, looking dazedly at her mother as she opened the last window. “Why aren’t you up already? You said you’d set your alarm because you needed a ride to the mall. I’m leaving with your brother in fifteen minutes.”

Oh right, Talitha thought to herself, slinking down in bed as she remembered. She had asked her mother to drop her off at the mall on her way to work. She had a few clothes she wanted to pick up before she returned to university for her second semester sophomore year.

“Right,” she replied. “I’ll be down in a few minutes. Just give me a 10 minutes to take a shower.” Her mother nodded, leaving her room as Talitha hopped out of bed, fixing her long t-shirt so it came down to mid-thigh. She walked into her bathroom and quickly pulled off her shirt, stepping into the warm water. Enjoying the way the hard stream hit her nipples, she stood that way for several minutes, absorbed in the pleasure. Shaking her head, she remembered that this was supposed to be a fast shower and quickly lathered up her long, light brown hair. She rubbed the soap between her palms, skimming her hands over her body, careful to avoid the still sensitive flesh between her thighs. She knew if she got distracted, she wouldn’t want to get out of the shower.

Rinsing off, she jumped out of the shower and quickly dressed, pulling on her sexiest bra and the matching lace boyshorts before putting on jeans and a tee-shirt. She ran down the stairs to the kitchen, where her 13-year-old brother was eating breakfast as her mother looked over papers for work.

“You ready to leave, Tali?” her mother asked, not looking up from her papers. “I figured I could drop your brother off at school, then take you to the mall before I have to go to work. You can call one of your friends to pick you up, right?”

“Umm, yeah, Mom,” Talitha replied, fidgeting with her damp hair as she stood in the kitchen doorframe. “Actually, I don’t need to go to the mall today. I’ll go some other time. Today I’m just going to hang out around the house, unpack my suitcase, and relax. I don’t go back to school for three weeks.” Her mother nodded her agreement as Tali dashed back up the stairs.

Knowing that her family was still in the kitchen, she went into her bathroom to dry her hair. When the long, silky strands lay smoothly down her back, she went over to the window and watched as her mom and brother got in the car and left. She waited five minutes to make sure they weren’t coming back, then quickly stripped off her clothes until she stood in only her bra and panties. She paused in her bedroom mirror, stopping to look at herself.

Without conceit, Talitha knew she was attractive. She was tall and slender, with a few curves. Her breasts were exactly the right size for her frame at 32B, and she had a narrow waist and slim hips. Her hair fell halfway down her back, thick hair with a tiny bit of wave to it. Her skin was clear and pale, and her large light green eyes stood out in her striking face.

She knew that back at school she was considered a bit of an ice princess. She very rarely dated, preferring to focus on her classes instead, and the guys that she did date never lasted very long. As soon as they realized she wasn’t an easy lay, they moved on to other girls. Consequently, at age 19, Talitha was still a virgin.

Still, that didn’t mean that she didn’t have sexual needs, she thought to herself, walking across her room and pulling out a few items from the back of her nightstand drawer. A few months earlier, she had visited a sex store with her friends at school as a joke. While she giggled along with the rest of them at all the different and often bizarre items, as soon as she got the chance, she had gone back by herself, picking up a few things. The whole way back to school, she had clutched the plain bag tightly to herself, convinced that everyone knew what was inside.

She considered the items now, placing them on her bed. At school, she hadn’t gotten a chance to use them, with her two roommates always around. Finally, her entire family was gone for the day, and she was ready for a little experimentation. At the store, she had picked up a small vibrating silver bullet, a tube of lubricant, and against the advice of the salesperson, a fairly large vibrator. He had told her that it would be too large for a beginner, and dying to get out of there, she had nodded then bought it anyway.

She lay down on her bed, pulling off the nearly sheer panties but leaving on her bra. She turned on the bullet to its highest level, then, startled by the intense vibrations, turned it down to low. She placed the controller by her side as she trailed the vibrator down to her pussy, still wet from her earlier ministrations. She spread her pussy lips with one hand and used to other to lightly hold the bullet against her clit.

It felt good, but not strong enough, so she removed it and turned it up to a higher level. Placing it back on her clit, her legs shook from the sudden, intense pleasure. She squirmed on her bed, removing it from her clit and trailing it down to her entrance. The sensations there were not nearly as intense, and she bent her knees up on the bed and aimed the bullet at her hole.

It was small, and she was wet enough that it went in easily. She rubbed her clit with one hand and pushed the bullet in farther with the other one. Enjoying the sensations, she writhed on the bed as she rubbed her clit faster. Turning the bullet up to its highest level, stars danced in her eyes, as she almost built herself up to the peak.

Finding that she couldn’t bring herself over, she gently tugged on the bullet’s cord and pulled it out of her pussy, immediately moving it up to place on her clit. Instantly, she screamed loudly as she shattered, the orgasm washing over her in waves. She held the bullet to her clit as it continued, finally removing it as the sensations became too intense. She lay on her bed, gasping for air as the flesh between her legs tingled in the afterglow of her orgasm.

She lay still for almost 10 minutes, finally propping herself up on her elbows to turn off the bullet and look thoughtfully at the vibrator she had bought. It was 7 inches long, but the component that the salesperson had warned her about was the thickness; it was almost 4 ½ inches around. She reached down to gently push one finger inside her hole, then squeezed in a second finger. She was very wet.

Slowly she fucked herself with two fingers, as her body produced more moisture. She withdrew her fingers, then reached for the vibrator and placed the tip of it at her hole. She had to admit that it looked very large next to her tiny entrance. Taking a deep breath, she aimed the head of the vibrator at her hole, then pushed it insistently inside her. She had gotten one inch in when she felt it start to painfully stretch her.

Wincing, she pulled in out and reached for the tube of lubricant. She ran the tube over her body and squirted some onto her pussy, trying the get it in her entrance. She then squirted some into her hand and ran it over the vibrator, turning the vibrator onto its lowest speed.

Determined to try again, she ran the vibrator down over her body, closing her eyes as she let it briefly tease her clit. She pulled it down to her entrance, pressing it once again at the small hole. This time, she managed to push it two inches in before it stopped. She paused, considering. She pressed her hand against the vibrator, trying to work it further in, and gasped in pain. Leaving the two inches in, she twisted it inside her body, attempting to stretch the narrow passage.

It didn’t work, and she pulled the vibrator out as frustrated tears filled her eyes. She tossed it aside and reached for the bullet again. Turning it all the way up, she pressed it against her clitoris, still swollen and sensitive from her earlier orgasm. Holding it firmly against her, she gasped she felt the sensations start to build, the pain from the large vibrator quickly disappearing.

She rubbed the bullet against her, moaning as she felt her orgasm quickly approaching. It was even more intense this time, and she screamed, twisting on the bed as it became so intense as to be almost painful. She quickly pulled away the bullet, allowing the pleasure to envelop her.

When it ended, she ran a finger over her clitoris and jumped. Her clit was super-sensitive, and she quickly withdrew her hand. She sat up on her bed, her hair falling over her breasts as she propped herself up on her pillows, completely satisfied.

She leaned back as she put her toys back in the drawer, looking around her room. She allowed her breathing to slow down as she looked across the room to the window that looked across to her neighbor’s house. Startled, she sat up straight on the bed. From her viewpoint, she had a clear view of their 22-year-old son’s window. She blinked, but she still saw the same thing. Matt, her teenage crush, sat at the window stroking his cock with one hand, watching her.

She screamed and dashed into her bathroom, mortified. Had he been watching all this time?

From his room, Matt grinned as he slowly stroked himself. Who would have guessed that sweet little Tali would be so adventurous? Tomorrow, he had the entire day free. He was definitely going over to her house to renew their acquaintance.

*Note – I take no credit for writing this story.  All credit goes to the original author.*

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Ally pushed back her chair from her desk and stretched her arms behind her, pushing her plump breasts against the white of her tight blouse. She stood up after relaxing her arms and slamming her textbook shut.

Walking to the kitchen, she grimaced at the thought of her MCAT exam, the exam that decides how hard getting into medical school would be. Reaching for a glass on a shelf, she shook her head, thinking that the test was in less than one week! Her stress level was high and she hardly ever saw her boyfriend since she had been cramming for the exam for well over a month. After filling her glass with cool water, she plopped on her couch and turned on the TV for an over-due break. Living by herself in a one- bedroom apartment, she had ample time and motivation to study, but she was missing the nagging of a roommate to go do something fun.

Flipping through the channels, she found nothing that could chase the thoughts of having to study in her mind. Turning off the TV in a disgruntled huff, she made her way back to the kitchen to make lunch.

“Maybe food will distract me,” she said, flipping her long chestnut hair out of her way as she peered to see what was in her well-stocked fridge. Ally was raised to believe that a good mind needed support from good food; so she had plenty to choose from the five major food groups conveniently in her fridge. And, with this belief, a good health was also necessary for a good mind. As a result, her 5’4″ body was a trim 120lbs with a narrow waist, a C cup size and hips that several men had whistled at.

Grabbing a carrot, she closed the fridge door and went to grab the peeler.

“I need to do something to distract myself,” she thought out loud seconds before finding the peeler. She started to peel when she suddenly froze in place.

“No,” she chuckled uneasily although the idea had already taken place. She shook her head to get the idea from her mind.

Just like the MCAT problems, it wouldn’t leave her.

She looked at the carrot and wondered. Naturally, she was no stranger to masturbation but at 21 years old, she had never actually masturbated with something inside her, other than her fingers. The idea suddenly seemed ideal and she felt herself getting wet. Going back to the bag of carrots, she took out the thickest one. She began to breathe heavily as she stared at the eight-inch carrot. It was at least an inch and a half think at the base and inch at the smaller end.

Anticipation filled her and she found a knife to cut the leaf off top but left the carrot end so it would still be round.

Quickly removing her clothes, she laid down on the couch and bent her legs at the knees. She slowly widened her knees so that her hand fit comfortably between her legs. Slowly and lightly tracing her lips, she moaned in pleasure as she felt her wetness. Using her other hand, she spread her lips, gasping as the cold air touched her sensitive area. Exposing herself, she reached and found her most sensitive nub and lightly touched it, shuddering as it brought such utter delight. She began rubbing her clit in light circles and felt it slowly become harder as she rubbed faster. She felt the familiar warmth building inside and with out hesitation, grabbed the carrot and touched her cunt lips with it.

She bit her lip in anticipation as she found her hole using the thick end. Gripping the carrot tightly, she gasped as she felt the mass enter her body. Her eyes opened wide as she pushed the carrot in and then closed her eyes and arched her back as she torturously began pulling it out. Her left hand hadn’t stopped making the circles on her nub, and she felt herself head towards a climax. Knowing she was so close, she began to vigorously pump the carrot in and out, gasping and thrashing while doing so. Finally, her muscles gave out and she laid back breathing roughly. She had never gotten such a powerful orgasm by herself before and was amazed that her vagina muscles continued to contract spasmodically on the large carrot.

When at last her muscles stopped contracting, she slowly removed the carrot while moaning, enjoying the feeling of the hard vegetable moving in her body. Ally got up and went back to the fridge to actually get some food to actually eat. She reached to get the wheat bread when her eyes set on the corn that she had just got from the market the day before. Forgetting about the bread, she focused on the corn and pulled it out. She was mesmerized by the idea of getting the three-inch wide vegetable inside her. Determined to find out, Ally unwrapped the corn so its kernels were entirely uncovered.

Finding her way back to the couch, she laid back and found herself already extremely aroused from minutes before. After hesitating for a moment, with one hand, she spread her cunt lips so her eager hole was exposed and waiting. Her other hand guided the thick end of the vegetable to her opening and she began to push. She moaned as she felt the texture of the kernels inside her. She only had an inch in and began to push more, wanting to feel herself being stretched like she had never been stretched before. Inch by inch she forcibly pushed, breathing in short pants. She was so tight that her clit soon became dragged against the corn kernels. She paused and felt her stretched clit. The piece of flesh was so enflamed that the simple touch made her go up in flames.

She had about five inches of the cob inside of her and felt like she couldn’t touch the corn again or else she would erupt again. Her vagina was stretched so much that she felt like screaming in her pleasure.

In fact, she was so engulfed in her feelings that she didn’t hear her front door open as her boyfriend Conner used his key to see if Ally felt like a study break. He hadn’t expected to see her lush body spread on the couch naked. Her eyes were heavy with lust and her mouth was slightly opened. Her breasts jiggled as she breathed in short pants. His eyes widened when they landed on the cob that was sticking out of an area where he very much wanted to be.

He could tell she was stuck in the throes of passion and decided he wanted to play too. Thankful that the couch didn’t have an armrest so he can be placed at her legs, he settled himself there. Ally was still reeling from her sensations and still hadn’t noticed him.

While at her legs, he saw a large carrot on the table. Grabbing it, he positioned it so it lightly pushed against her anus. Ally’s eyes flew open and she tried to sit up when she felt the intrusion. Seeing her boyfriend she moaned as she fell back. Her action had moved the cob against her clit and made her weak in her desire.

“Conner, don’t!” she said weakly. She had a virgin asshole and couldn’t believe what he was trying to do. However, at the moment, there was nothing she could do to stop him.

She moaned loudly as the vegetable prodded her tight little anus. He gently pushed the thicker end against her resisting hole while chuckling at her dilemma. Conner knew that although she was hesitant to try anal play, she was also hesitant to not find out what it would feel like.

Torn between stopping him and urging him, Ally brought one of her hands to her right nipple and pinched the hard nipple as if that would help her decide.

Conner continued applying his gentle force until Ally moaned in surprise. The carrot had finally broken through her defenses so that her tight muscles were gripping the thick end.

“Conner! I can’t take it!” she yelled as a sudden orgasm ripped through her body, causing her to shout in pure ecstasy. He used her orgasm to his advantage as he plunged the carrot deeper into her body, causing her orgasm to be prolonged as her muscles tried to repel the foreign object. Meanwhile, he brought his other hand to the corn’s base.

He stopped moving the carrot while Ally finally returned back, panting in exhaustion from her trip.

“Are you ok?” he smirked.

Ally stretched her arms above her, causing her hard-tipped breasts to stand out. “Un-fucking-believable,” she moaned, “I feel so stuffed!”

Conner laughed, which brought out a smile from Ally. “I guess I must look pretty silly, huh?” she acknowledged.

“Nah, I’d say sexy, not silly,” he teased. “Especially when you do that little moan you do…” he said before sharply twisting the corn while quickly pumping the carrot in and out.

Ally gasped in surprise and gripped the coach hard as Conner’s onslaught made her writhe in pain and pleasure. The corn kept scraping against her clit, while the carrot made her feel like she had no control over her back muscles. Conner began eagerly pumping the corn in and out of her as well, which made Ally scream again as she felt herself continuously be stretched more that she had ever been before.

She was so incredibly full that his actions made her feel like she was going to burst. Instead of stopping him, she spread her legs apart wider so that he could continue his unforgiving demand for an orgasm.

Although she felt like she would fall apart, she managed to gather enough energy to have a final intense orgasm that had her whole body shaking. Conner ripped out the two vegetables from her simultaneously to heighten her pleasure and he got what he wanted when she squirted her cum.

Ally was covered in a heavy layer of sweat and felt like she would never breath correctly. Conner sat down on a nearby chair with a pleased look, waiting patiently for her to return to normal.

Finally, she got up and looked at her boyfriend. “Remind me to call you when I need a study break.”

“I will,” he smiled back. “As long as you remind me to call you when I go vegetable shopping.”

*Note – I take no credit for writing this story.  All credit goes to the original author.*

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I stood behind the counter at work again, mind flashing back to the events of Christmas eve. Thankfully the holiday was over so she could dress normally again. Today my outfit consisted of a knee length leather skirt and sleeveless halter, 3 inch heels, no bra, no panties, stockings held by a garter. I yawned, stretched and glanced up at the clock, smiling because it was almost closing time again.

The door jingled as it opened and I looked over, hoping it was him, coming to wait for me to close. I was somewhat surprised to see that it was a customer. A pretty girl, who looked barely old enough to get past the id check. I stretched and smiled, watching the girl wander up and down the aisles, looking at all the different toys. She finally approached the counter, somewhat timidly. I smiled at her and looked at the item she had laid on the counter.

“Oh, you picked a bullet, very nice choice.” I picked the package up and scanned it, “That’ll be $20.35″

She handed me $21, her fingers brushing against my hand lightly. I handed her back her change, slide the vibrator into an Erotique bag and handed it to her. She stood there, biting her lip softly, almost as though she wanted to say something.

“Is there something you need?”

“Uh.. Well.. I was wondering.. Do you have any resources to teach someone how to use a vibrator properly?” She blushed furiously, bright crimson. The color on her cheeks making her seem even younger.

“Well, no, most people who come in already know how to use them.” The girl frowned, tears shimmering slightly at the corner of her eyes. “but I can probably give you a demonstration if you like once the store is closed.”

“Oh, that would be wonderful!” The girl beamed brightly as I motioned her back behind the counter to sit and wait. She sat quietly as I started counting out my drawer, waiting the last few minutes before it was time to lock up. Finally as the clock hit 9pm, I walked over and flipped the sign to closed, locking the door after glancing out to look for him. I thought to myself that he must have gotten off early or was working late. Oh well, he had my spare store key so he could come in when he got here.

“If you give me a moment to get close done, I’ll be ready.”

“Oh, not a problem!” She exclaimed enthusiastically. I smiled at her as I quickly straightened up the store. I walked back to the counter, looking the girl up and down, smiling as I noticed that she was wearing a short skirt that covered nothing. It was easy to tell she was wearing no panties. Her top was mostly hidden from view by her jacket, but the jacket was open, revealing a deep V between the girls pert breasts.

I held out my hand to her and she stood, taking my hand as I led her to the far end of the counter, the only spot that wasn’t covered with miscellaneous toys. She trembled slightly as she walked beside me, stopping next to me when I got to the end of the counter. I turned to her and smiled, stroking her hair, letting her get accustomed to me before I guided her to sit on the counter.

“Take off your jacket and get comfortable while I get a couple things.” I slipped out into the store and grabbed a couple packs of batteries as well as a couple of the vibrators off the shelf. I slipped behind the counter and rang them up quickly and discounted them off, since I’m allowed $100 a month in write off items. I stepped back down and walked down the counter, blinking as I noticed that she had stripped off all of her clothing. I literally purred as I looked her put and down.

Her dark blonde hair was long, flowing down the middle of her back, her breasts were somewhat small, but very pert and her nipples were hard as rocks, each pierced with a small loop; a slender silver chain linking the two together with another chain leading down her flat belly to the ring piercing her navel. Another chain led from her navel down between her thighs, vanishing from my sight since she had her legs crossed.

I deftly opened the batteries and the vibrator, slipping the batteries and closing it, flipping the switch to make sure that it was working properly. I walked over to her and laid the vibrator beside her, stroking my hand lightly along her thigh, encouraging her to open her legs slightly. She does, tentatively, biting her lip slightly as I watch her. I traced along the chain from her belly, finding where it led to, the ring piercing her clit. I tugged it slightly, watching to see what type of reaction it would elicit. She moaned, thighs parting a bit more, just what I had wanted. I stepped in between her thighs and looked her .

“Are you sure about this?” I got a small nod and a moan in response. I leaned in and kissed her softly, letting her adjust to the kiss before deepening it, tongue sliding into her mouth. I was rewarded with a moan and her fingers sliding into my hair. I purred and stroked slowly along her throat and chest, pinching and tugging her nipples as we kissed more. Once she was thoroughly aroused and relaxed, I broke the kiss, licking my lips as I slid my hands slowly over her thighs.

She arched up against my fingers as I let my fingertips tease her lower lips, flicking the ring through her clit before picking the vibrator up again, turning it on it’s lowest setting. I watched her eyes the entire time, her eyes dark with need as I slid the vibrator along her inner thigh slowly, then along the other, not touching her sex with it at all. I smiled when she moaned and arched up slightly for the vibrator, whispering softly, “Good girl, let it come natural, now watch the vibrator so you can see what I do to you with it, it’s the only way you’ll learn.”

She nodded and lowered her eyes, looking down at the vibrator in my hand as I slowly drug it over her clit, my ears rewarded with a soft gasp. I circled her clit, catching the ring with my finger every so often, tugging slightly. This elicited more gasps and moans. I slowly teased the vibrator between her folds, stroking from her opening up to her clit and back again. She arched up, meeting each stroke, moans and sighs assaulting my ears constantly now.

I slid the vibrator slowly into her opening and she gasped, legs spreading wide, allowing me better access as I pushed the vibrator slowly into her, letting her adjust to the feeling before pulling it back out. I did this a few more times until I finally thrust it into her completely, only to be rewarded with the sound of her lustful screams echoing through the store. I left the vibrator deep inside her as I turned the speed setting up some, stroking her chest lightly with my free hand. She writhed on the counter, moaning non stop. I started to withdraw the vibrator from her as I heard the door open to the store.

I glanced up, seeing him walk in, I smiled as I motioned him to stay quiet and out of sight. He closed the door and slipped behind the counter, into the office where he could watch the monitors. I started thrusting the vibrator in and out of her pussy faster, adjusting the speed setting higher and lower to elicit more moans and screams from her. I thrust into her one more time, this time pushing the setting to it’s top speed to be rewarded with a loud squeal and moan along with her pussy contracting hard around the vibrator as she orgasmed.

I left the vibrator buried deep inside, slowly adjusting the speed down until it was finally off, her body still convulsing from her orgasm, her breath finally slowing to normal as I slid the vibrator from her pussy, sliding it lightly across her lips, encouraging her to open her mouth and taste her own juices. I pressed the vibrator a bit more instantly against her lips and she opened her mouth, tongue darting out tentatively to taste. She moaned softly, opening her mouth wider, sucking the vibrator into her mouth, sucking it clean again.

I watched her intently, enjoying the look of the girl on the counter. I was so engrossed in watching the beautiful girl suck the vibrator that I never noticed him come out of the office. I jumped as I felt his breath on my ear as he whispered, “I see you met my co-worker friend.”

I grinned and turned to kiss him lightly, laughing softly as I answered, “I sure did.”

We helped the girl down from the counter and into her clothes, she whispered a soft “thank you” in my ear as we walked out together to head off our separate ways. For now.

*Note – I take no credit for writing this story.  All credit goes to the original author.*

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Hi, my name is Jenny from L.A.. It all started at the end of my freshman year in high school. Frustrated because I haven’t been on a date for like almost 4 months. The last couple of guys I dated were complete jerks (not even good looking at that). Then came Jake. This drop-dea gorgeous (with a capital “G”) senior that I had a crush on for like the longest time. He watched me score a goal in a girls junior varsity soccer match, and told me he was very impressed. I couldn’t believe that he was actually talking to me and shocked that he asked me out. I said yes.

He drove me all over the place and ended up at a secluded area near the beach. The full moon was setting towards the ocean. Very romantic, I thought. We talked for awhile, then gazed at each other’s eyes. He told me he was attracted to me and wanted to get to know me better. I said, “Me too.”  He leans forward and gives me this beautifully slow and gentle kiss while caressing my hair. I was in heaven. Fifteen minutes into it, we were tonguing each other, the windshield’s all fogged up, and Jake was starting to massage my breasts. Thought to myself, “Oh oh, Jenny, you can’t let this get out of control.” At the same time, I didn’t want him to think I was a prude either. There’s no way in Hell I was going lose this hunk and end up dateless for another four months.

“Doesn’t this feel so good? he asks “Uh Huh”, I said even though I was so nervous inside. I was unintentionally making some low moans, which made him thought this was a signal to keep going by unbuttoning my shirt & unhooking my bra. He then lowers my seat down, gets on top of me, and starts kissing/licking/sucking my now naked breasts.

“Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God!” I said to myself, “I can’t believe I’m letting him! I never, ever let a boy get this far with me!” I felt frozen lying there.

I said to myself, “Let him or loose him? At least he still has his pants on. That’s good sign. Oh no, now I can feel his right hand sliding down my leg. Now, it’s going up my skirt, and I’m so hot & wet down there. Oh, please don’t touch me down there, pleaseà!” I let out a big gasp. He pushed the bottom of my panties to the side and slid his finger up and down my pussy lips then inside. The pleasure was too intense.

“Please Jake, I can’tàI can’t do this.” It felt good but I wanted him to stop. He just kept going. I was uncontrollably moaning louder and breathing harder now. He then slides down to where my legs were. “Oh my God, what’s he doing. He’s trying to pull down my patties. Oh, shit!” I tried to keep them on, but he manages to pull them off.

Now his tongue’s in my pussy. I felt a little scared, feeling completely unprotected and exposed down there while at the same time my body was in ecstasy. Tingling all over, ready to just burst. I can feel myself about to cum when all of sudden he stops. Thank God, he’s probably tired and wants to rest, and I can get the opportunity to get my clothes back on.

Jake says, “Whew, you’re so hot & ready. This is going to be so much fun.”
I can feel my thighs being separated by his hips. I look down and a wave of fear came over me. His cock was hanging right over my pussy! Somehow he took his pants off while he was licking me.

“What is he doing?” Oh my God, is he going toà? Oh my God!!!! NOOOOO!!!
A shock ran through my body when I felt the tip of his cock rubbing up against the crack of my virgin pussy.

I kept saying to myself, “He can’t put it in me! He just can’t!
“Oh please, please don’t put it in my pussy. Oh please don’t àGASP”!!!
Ohwoohhh! Oh my God!!! He’s putting his dick in me!! Oh my God!!! It’s really in me!!! Oh Shit, Oh Shit, Oh Shit! Oh Fuck, it’s all up inside me.
I don’t want to be fucked, don’t fuck me, don’t fuck me, please stop, please stop fucking me, oh God, stop fucking me, oh God, oh fuck, oh God!

I can hear him say, “Yeah baby. That’s it. That’s it” then grunting and groaning at every thrust. I couldn’t believe it. Here I am, a fourteen year old freshman being fucked by a senior.

I’m just screaming to myself, “Shit, we’re actually fucking. He’s fucking me. He’s fucking me!! Oh fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m.. Uhhgh!!!!” My body shook violently. I’d never had an orgasm before and that one was really good.

I can feel him thrusting harder and faster now. Feeling his cock throbbing inside me.
All of sudden I hear him say, “Oh baby, Oh baby, I thinkàI think I’m going to cum.
Oh Yeah, I’m going to cum inside you ”

“What!?!”, I thought, “No, don’t cum inside me! Oh God, please pull out! Pull out! Oh God, oh fuck, oh fuck, please, don’t cum in my pussy, don’t get me pregnant, please, please, don’t get me pregnant! I’m too young to get pregnant!”

My eyes widened in terror as I watched Jake arched his back & grimaced his red face.
“Oh fuck, he’s not stopping! He’s gonna cum!!! He’s cumming! He’s cumming!
“Hnngh Hnngh Uhhgh Uhhgh Aaahh!!! Jake cried out as he jerked back.
Once I felt his thick hot semen gushing out into my cervix, my mind panicked wildly.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“He’s cumming inside me!! He’s cumming inside me!!” Fuck, he’s getting me pregnant! He’s getting me pregnant! Oh fuck, now I’m going to have a baby inside me.”
There’s nothing I can do now! I’m pregnant! I’m fucking pregnant!”
In orgasm and in fear, my body was shaking and trembling under Jake.
My frantic mind started to imagine all those tiny little sperms rushing through my womb to impregnate me.
Jake kept moaning over and over, continuing to thrust his dick back & forth pumping out more and more cum inside me to the point where it overflowed down to my ass. Finally, he stopped, pulled himself out, and laid on top of me for a couple of minutes. Then he fell back to his seat exhausted. At this point I was shocked & numbed. Shocked at the fact that I let him impregnate me, putting his seed of life into my fertile womb and now I have a baby growing inside me.

“Ah man, that was fucking awesome!” Jake said smiling.
Ah man, my parents are going to kill me, I thought to myself
“It felt so good, didn’t it, Jenny?”
“Yea..Yeah, it felt really good.” I wonder if he feels good to be a father.

The next day, I told my friend what happened, and she helped me get the morning after pill. I was very lucky I didn’t get pregnant.. Well, I’ll never really know if I did get pregnant actually. It doesn’t matter now. Thank goodness for science. You might think I’m crazy but just thinking about that night with Jake makes me feel horny. To me, it’s an adventurous, exciting idea of having unprotected sex not knowing if you’ll be pregnant or not. Don’t get me wrong I do take the pill, but during these last four years whenever I get a new guy in my life, I would tell them I’m a virgin and I’m not using any protection; that gets them really horny -trust me. If there are any girls out there reading this right now, try it. You’ll see.

I laugh on how some guys would say to me, “Don’t worry, Jenny, I’ll pull out.” I’d say, “Are you sure? I don’t want get pregnant,” But they never do. “Oh, I’m sorry Jenny, I just couldn’t control it.” Yeah, right. One guy even told me I couldn’t get pregnant my first time. Can you believe that? I sometimes try to recreate my first time in my fantasies, sometimes with different variations. Anyway, you get the picture. I hope my story was informative and entertaining. Thank You!!! And remember, don’t get pregnant (wink wink).

-Jenny

*Note – I take no credit for writing this story.  All credit goes to the original author.*

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I had my first orgasm when I was 18 years old. Bit of a late learner I guess. I was sitting on my Mother’s bed one afternoon a few years ago, watching TV. She was folding laundry and I was supposed to be helping but instead I had turned on her television and sat on her bed watching some teen-trash show.

I remember that my little brother, who was probably about 3 years old, was playing on the carpet whilst my mum was folding towels and putting them in a closet. My brother was just pottering around, fiddling with bits and bobs on my Mum and Stepdad’s dresser. I wasn’t really paying attention or listening to either of them, my eyes were on the TV.

Suddenly I heard my Mum scold my little brother,

“You can’t have that!” She said.

I saw her snatch what looked like a colourful comic book of out his hands. Her face was a hot pink and she looked very flustered.

“What’s that?” I asked, interested in her reaction.

“It’s nothing,” She replied, looking embarrassed.

She opened her closet and quickly stuffed the tatty magazine inside.

For the rest of the day, I could think of nothing except my Mother’s reaction to whatever my little brother had found. I was so curious, and I was determined to know what she had hidden in her closet.

Later that evening, we were eating dinner at the table. I finished my food quickly, and excused myself under the pretence of having lots of homework to finish.

I ran up the stairs and into my room. I set some Maths books, pens and pencils out on my desk in an untidy clutter. I was planning on sneaking into my parents room, and figured that if they caught me I could pretend I was looking for a ruler as I had lost mine.

I crept out on to the landing way outside my parent’s room. I listened carefully to their actions downstairs. I could hear my Mum clinking the dishes in the sink and I could hear the noisy din of the TV.

Satisfied that they wouldn’t suspect anything, I pushed open the door to their bedroom. I walked quickly and quietly to my Mother’s closet and swung open the door. I rummaged around between the towels for a couple of moments before I found the tatty, slightly ripped magazine that had made my Mum blush furiously earlier that day.

I stared at the cover of the magazine, my eyes bulging, and read the bold, red lettering: “XXX TEEN SLUTS.” The cover featured a naked girl who I guessed was around 18-19 years old. Her hands covered her pussy and two cartoon stars covered her nipples.

Suddenly, I heard a creak on the stairs. Without thinking I shoved the magazine up my top and quickly closed the closet door. I walked carefully out on the landing and stared nervously down the stairs. Nobody was there. I put it down to paranoia and went back into my room, closing the door behind me.

I sat on my bed and pulled the magazine out from under my top. I had heard of porn magazines before. They were just something you gossiped about with your friends in the playground, or caught a sneaky peek at in the top rows of the Newsagent shelves.

I flipped through the pages before I found an article that caught my attention. I stared at a large image of a young woman in a tiny cheerleader skirt, bent over on all fours. She had a penis in her mouth. I couldn’t see the man to who the penis belonged as he was out of the shot, but he was slim and tanned. Kneeling behind her was another man, equally slim and tanned, with his penis buried inside her pussy. The girl was wearing a cheerleading whistle around her neck and the whistle was buried in her huge cleavage. She had no underwear on, and her breasts and pussy were completely exposed. The title read “VIRGIN TEEN GETS DOUBLE TEAMED!”

I gazed intently at the pictures. There was a whole series of images showing the girl sucking both of the men’s cocks and taking them both in her pussy also. I had never seen anything so slutty or wanton. My knowledge of sex was very limited – I hadn’t even kissed a boy! I had only heard of sex and oral sex. I had no idea that more than two people could have sex at the same time! The idea seemed alien to me.

I looked and re-looked at all the pictures before reading the story that was printed below the title. The girl’s name was apparently Jennifer and she had been teasing the two frat bro’s, Mario and Luke, for months. The two friends had decided to plot revenge on the little cock-tease and planned to fuck her in the changing rooms after practice.

It was obvious that the story was very contrived, this girl certainly wasn’t a virgin, but nevertheless it wasn’t long before I was feeling the familiar pressure in my panties. I had been turned on before, but nothing like this! I had never seen anything so raw and sexy and my pussy seemed to be on fire.

My clitoris was throbbing and I slid my hand into my underwear whilst I continued to read the story and gawk at the photos. I had never felt myself this wet before. I began to circle the small, hard bud of my clit as I proceeded to read about how Mario and Luke pinned Jennifer up against the lockers and took turns licking her pussy.

My heart rate was quickening and I felt flushed and red in the face. I gazed, transfixed at Jennifer’s face, her eyes wide and mouth contorted as Mario tongued her clit. I could almost feel her pleasure. I rubbed my clit harder and harder, faster and faster, pretending it was Mario or Luke’s tongue.

I flipped the page and found yet more images of the sexy trio. The main photo was a close up of one of the young men’s cocks entering Jennifer’s wet pussy. I longed to have one of their hard shafts pushed deep inside me. I tentatively moved my fingers south to my small, pink pussy and carefully pushed one finger inside me. My chest was hammering. I had never had anything inside me before. I was very wet but wanted to lube up my fingers even more, to ensure I would feel no pain.

I removed my fingers from my panties and slid two of them in my mouth. I sucked my fingers, enjoying the strange new taste of my own pussy juices. I slid my two fingers in and out of my mouth, pretending I was Jennifer sucking on Mario and Luke’s hard, thick cocks. I coated my fingers thickly in my saliva before returning them to my underwear.

I pushed the tip of my two fingers inside my tiny pussy, gasping at the shock of this new sensation. I fixed my eyes on Jennifer’s pussy and I pushed my fingers slowly deeper inside my own wet hole. I slid my fingers in all the way, and felt my whole body tingle and stiffen.

I felt wave after wave of tingles sweep over my young body. My eyes grew wide and my breathing became quick and heavy. I began pumping and thrusting my fingers in and out of my pussy, just how it described in the story. I found that it felt better if I made my fingers stiff and tight, and curved them ever so slightly. I wiggled them around inside me each time I thrust in.

I began to grind myself against my hand, trying to get more of my fingers inside of me. I pushed harder, harder and started to frantically pump my sore, wet slit.

I dropped the porn magazine to the floor feeling I could take no more.

“OH YES!” I whispered.

I started to pinch and pull at my nipples as my fingers cleverly found the sweet spot inside of me.

“Mmmmmm, oooohhh,” I panted noisily.

I could feel a huge pressure rising in my belly. With one swift, firm push with my fingers deep inside of me, I knew I had reached orgasm – just like Jennifer.

“OH FUCK!” I heard myself shriek.

I thrashed roughly around on my bed as my pussy tingled sharply and I climaxed explosively over my hand.

I lay on my bed, my breathing slowing gently as I tried to recover from that new and extraordinary experience.

“Everything all right dear?” I heard my Mum’s inquisitive tone called up the stairs?

She must have heard me shouting.

“Err… yes,” I called back. “Just some trouble with a Maths problem, all OK now though.”

“OK love,” she called back.

I stood up and quickly made my bed. I lifted my mattress, and picked up the porno magazine from the floor.

I placed it carefully under my mattress, storing it away for the next time I wished to try out my naughty, new hobby.

*Note – I take no credit for writing this story.  All credit goes to the original author.*

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I love to procrastinate by masturbating. It means I have extra motivation to make the trip to orgasm longer and harder, because I’m avoiding whatever I’m really supposed to be doing. So today when I felt my nipples straining against my clothes, I couldn’t resist casually brushing my hands over them. They instantly responded to my touch, sending darts of pleasure all over my body. I knew that the tax return was going to have to wait until I’d fulfilled my needs.

I lean back in my chair and rub my breasts with both hands. I pinch my nipples through my shirt, and I press my thighs tightly together to stimulate my clit. I lift my arms up and remove two layers of clothing, leaving my breasts covered by a lacy, sheer bra. The cool air instantly causes them to firm up even more. My eager hands grope at them, squeezing, twisting and tweaking my nipples until they ache with pleasure.

While one hand continues to tease my breasts, I allow the other to slide under the waistband of my jeans. The tight fabric forces my hand down directly between my swollen pussy lips. I ease my legs apart a little to allow me to feel how wet I have gotten. My panties are nearly soaked through, I am so wet. I glide my hand out from inside and scrape my fingers over the seam in my jeans. The seam runs directly to my hard clit, sending pleasure with every flick of my fingers. I spread my legs as wide as I can, gripping the sides of the chair with my thighs. My pussy pushes up even tighter against the seam and I grind my hips up and down while I clutch my breasts tightly with both hands.

I unzip my jeans very slowly and let my fingers graze lightly over my engorged pussy. I wriggle them off and stuff my hand greedily and desperately into my panties. I’m so sticky and my pussy eagerly draws my two fingers in. I push them in deep and pull them towards me. My palm mashes up against my clit and I let out a low groan as my fingers curl inside. I push my hips forward to meet my fingers as they massage that sweet g-spot. I’m very tempted to finger myself to a hot orgasm, but I know it’ll be better if I make myself wait. I reluctantly slip my two fingers out and stand up from my chair letting my panties fall to the floor. I then unclasp my bra and free my beautiful, bouncy breasts.

I press my warm body up against the cold wall, my nipples harden again and I feel my juices work their way down my thighs. I support my body with my left arm, as I mash my chest further against the wall. My right hand catches some of my runaway juice and I cup my hand over my pussy, allowing my middle finger to push in between my outer lips and lightly stroke the very swollen and sticky inner ones. I need the wall even more now. It props me up as my finger slides back and forth, making me even hornier as it touches my clit whilst flicking up into my palm. I feel another round of juice drip into my palm and I invite my index finger to the party. The two digits work hard, stroking upwards faster and faster. I’m finding it difficult to stand now, my legs are weakening. I grip at the wall and let my hips buck the back of my hand into it. I have to slow the pace again as I know I can make myself cum so much harder. I let my fingers lightly caress my lips again, avoiding my hard little clit.

I’m having so much fun procrastinating. I am so hot and all I need to make this finger fucking better is a nice hard dildo pumping in and out of my tight pussy. I pull myself away from the wall and sit on the edge of my bed and open the bedside table. There is an assortment of toys that I enjoy using frequently. I take my favourite 8 inch dildo and lie back on my bed. My hips thrust up in anticipation. I slide the cool member against my slit, warming it up for a little while. My free hand clutches at my breasts, desperate to hold onto something. I trace the wet dildo up and down my thighs now and I tease around my pussy. I spread my legs wide and I push my hips up and down impatiently as I press the hardness against my lips. I slowly start to push the first inch in and out. My pussy tries to suck it all the way in, but I resist.

I let go of my breasts and drag my hand down my body to join the other in giving my pussy a workout. I moan softly as my hands work together. One hand is pushing the dildo in and out softly while the other massages my clit. My pussy is dripping wet and the hard rod is sliding with ease. I pull and push it faster, deeper and harder. I bring my pussy up to meet my hand with every thrust. Oh it feels so fucking good. I can’t last long like this. I pump it harder and harder whilst letting my other hand trace around the hood of my clit.

I need to come now, more than ever. I roll over onto my stomach and let the wet dildo slip out. I grip my pussy with three fingers and pull, mash and grind into my clit. I muffle my deep groans as I start to cum. My hips are grinding deeper and deeper into my hand as my orgasm takes over my body. I finger my hot pussy faster and faster as wave after wave of pleasure hits me. My whole body is shaking and my pussy strongly pulsates, releasing more juices onto my tired fingers. I pick up the dildo and can only manage to glide it lightly over my clit a few times before it sends me over the edge again.

As my body calms down, I continue to play with my swollen lips hoping to delay that tax return just a little longer.

*Note – I take no credit for writing this story.  All credit goes to the original author.*

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“Oh… God,” thought Sue Myers, as she squirmed in her chair, “I can’t stand it, I’m sooooo horny!” Nervously, she crossed and un-crossed her long legs, smoothing her short, flirty skirt over her lap to keep from showing too much to the class under her desk, trying to resist the urge to just lift it up and show it all. To pull her panties to the side and frig off right there in front of (well, actually behind) the whole class.

As she sat there, half heartedly listening to Mr. Dominick go on and on and on about calculus problems (which she could do in her sleep) she did her best not to look like a bitch in heat, and thought about the changes she seemed to be going through.

Sue was pretty enough to be captain of the cheerleading squad, but too smart for any of the other girls to like. For that matter, she was way too pretty for any of the other girls to like, anyhow. She was the hot, nerdy girl of the school. At 5’9″ tall, with long, curly red hair cascading down her slender back, high, firm 38c tits, a narrow waist, curvy, wide hips, and piercing green eyes that she liked to emphasize with a little extra black eyeliner, Sue was a dream come true. But it was only recently that she’d come to know it.

“Oooohhh, I don’t know what’s going on with me,” Sue mused, chewing her pouty lower lip, getting a little of her bright red lipstick on her teeth, trying not to be obvious as she clenched her thighs together, “I’ve just been so damn turned on all the time! It’s crazy!”

It was true, in the past few weeks Sue Myers had gone from nerdy, pretty, average schoolgirl, to wild, wanton slut. It seemed she always had a case of hot pants! She’d taken to wearing a pad all the time (although she never had a period because her Mom had her on the shot). Her pussy was just constantly dripping wet! And she’d given up on bras too, the damn things rubbed her nipples maddeningly ’til she couldn’t stand it; better to have everyone see how hard her pink eraser like nubs were through her blouses, and the way her firm, c-cup globes bounced as she walked, than not even be able to think straight.

At first, she’d tried to ignore it. That worked for about the first day, day and a half. Then she started resorting to masturbation. For about a week, that kept her satisfied… well, almost. But by the end she was doing it so much she could hardly believe it… nearly 20 times a day. She even played hooky from school so she could diddle her sweet teen pussy all day long. Then, after a while, even everything she could do with her fingers, her vibrator, that big dildo she bought the day she turned 18, the showerhead, even her hairbrush handle and that big, long candle her Mom kept in the hallway, just wasn’t enough. She needed something alive inside her! Something besides her own fingers.

She’d been walking home from school last Friday when she’d had her first opportunity. She’d been dressing sluttier and sluttier lately, she wasn’t sure why. She just felt compelled to wear shorter and shorter skirts, tighter and tighter blouses, lower and lower necklines. That day she was wearing the shortest skirt she’d ever had on, and it both excited and embarrassed her the way it kept flaring up in the wind, revealing the little thong undies she’d just taken to wearing. They barely covered her mound, and didn’t cover her tight, perfect ass at all. So she’d been walking along the sidewalk, unable to control the saucy way she swung her hips with each step, feeling like a whore on the street corner, and strangely… loving it.

The man had pulled up along side her, driving slow with his window down. Fat, middle aged, and unshaven, he was the last kind of man she would ever normally look at, or even notice. In fact, a week before she’d have told him to go to hell and called him names just for talking to her. But that day, for some reason, she leveled a look at him with her pretty green eyes she’d never used on a guy before. A look she wasn’t even consciously aware she was capable of. A look that almost gave the poor guy a heart attack.

“Hey, baby,” he’d said as he rudely leered at her from the car, “you wanna go for a ride?”

To both of their surprise Sue had answered, “Yeah, maybe…” As if in a dream she got into the car, feeling as if she wasn’t doing this, someone else was, and leaned right over and kissed the dirty old pervert right on the cheek, like he was a favorite uncle, or something. “Take me somewhere,” she said with a nod and a wave at the road. Not believing his luck, but definitely not about to argue with it, he’d driven straight to the nearest motel.

Once inside, Sue made no pretenses of being nervous or self conscious, which normally would have been exactly how she’d have actually felt in a small, fleabag hotel room with a strange, sleazy man. And she wasn’t at all afraid. She just took her clothes off, and took his clothes off, and walked over to the bed. In the next few hours she did things with that man she’d thought she would never let any guy do. She sucked his cock. She ate his cum. She fucked him, of course, but brutally, roughly, not romantically like she’d always fantasized. And she let him fuck her up the ass, too. She loved all of it, and just wanted more.

From the hotel she called her house and told her Mom she was hanging out with friends, and would be home “later”. Then she asked Gus, for that was the guy’s name, if he knew any good bars where a girl might find some more ‘old guys’ looking for a good time. By the time bookish, beautiful, apple of her Daddy’s eye Sue Myers got home it was 3 a.m., she was drunk, had gotten fucked by a stranger for the first time, in a hotel room for the first time, and had been gangbanged by at least seven other complete strangers, all at least her own Father’s age, on a pool table in a dive bar, complete with people watching. And for the first time in over a week, she felt satisfied. For the first time in her life, she felt truly alive.

Sue’s Dad Ron Myers had watched his pretty daughter climb out of the back of a taxi cab, and was relieved to see she hadn’t been out with a boy. Probably her friends had done some drinking, he knew what it was like at that age, and Sue had decided taking a taxi was safer than letting one of the guys, or even one of the other girls drive her home. His little girl had always been sensible, and would never have ridden with someone who’d been drinking, or been out so late with a guy (even on a pre-planned date, much less something spontaneous). Still, you can’t be the Father to a girl who looks like Sue and not lay awake at night worrying about it when she’s not home yet. Once again, Ron saw his fears were unfounded, and with a slight, proud smile he downed the last of his whiskey, and flipped on the porch light for his daughter, before heading up the stairs to go to bed.

That had been a week ago. Since then, Sue had gone all the way with her boyfriend Steve, and by that I mean she really went all the way. She’d seduced the school principle and three of the male teachers, and had fucked half the guys on the football team, the track team, and even a bunch of guys from the band (since it turned out the band geeks were really, really easy). The entire school was awash with whispers about what a slut she was all of a sudden, though no one said anything to her out loud, yet. Sue found she didn’t care, that she was proud of all the cock she was attracting, and anyhow she’d never been popular, being too pretty and too smart for her own good, she only made the other girls jealous. The few girl friends she did have, though, were loyal. Plus, in the last week she’d also fucked every guy friend she had.

But that wasn’t all. She’d walked past the firehouse on 43rd and Jackson every day when she’d walked home from school for three and a half years now. How many times had she looked at the buff, clean cut looking firemen out washing and polishing their trucks in the afternoon sun with a twinge of lust? Probably more than a thousand. On Tuesday of week two, she walked in, and asked the first fireman she came across to teach her “how to slide down a fireman’s pole.” By the time she strutted out a few hours later, her little purse swinging as she happily strode across the wide cement driveway the fire trucks roll out from, her hips swaying provocatively, she’d shown her appreciation to every one of the brave young men of Fire House 23 for all the danger they’d faced to keep the city from burning down. And she, herself, had played with every fire hose in the building.

And she’d done her civic duty in a few other ways, too. On Wednesday after she helped out a few of the guys after football practice, she’d taken turns with a street cop and his partner in the back seat of their squad car, parked down in an alley not far from the school. In the middle of the night that night, she was awoke by some flashing yellow lights through her window, and wound up lending a helping hand to a couple of guys from the street department, down in the rain drainage tunnel. One of those two had trouble getting off, so she tried a trick she’d heard about from one of her friends. Suffice it to say, by the time she crawled back above ground just before sunrise, her night shirt just a bit dirty, she had two new reasons never to think of the term “man hole” in quite the same way.

On Thursday, while she played hooky for the second time in her life, she’d helped a five man crew of roofers working across the street to really enjoy their lunch break. Taking them a pitcher of lemonade, high school babe Sue made sure the guy behind her got a good look at her bare ass and pussy under her short denim mini skirt, letting each of the hard working construction studs look down her loosely tied white top at her clearly hard nipples, as she poured each man a well deserved glass of ice cold lemonade. These boys deserved it, she thought, after working so hard in the sun. Afterwards, she rushed back across the street so she could catch a shower to rinse off all the cum rolling down her thighs, and streaked across her back.

And now it was Friday, and poor Sue had two more hours of classes left before she could get out of there, and find some lucky guys to give it to her hard like she needed it. Like she needed it bad. Unlike the last few days, she hadn’t been able to corner the principle in his office, or a teacher in his classroom during lunch, or the boy’s gym coach in the visiting team locker room. She hadn’t been able to get one of the band guys into a practice room, her guidance counselor had another kid in his office, and the janitor was too busy to take her in the mop closet. She hadn’t gotten the school newspaper photographer alone in the darkroom, to see if something develops, and she hadn’t gotten the physics nerd to show her the laser science room, to see if she could make it shoot. In fact, she hadn’t been able to get even a single cock into her pussy, ass, mouth, or even her hands all day long! She was feeling really, really frustrated.

Maybe she would just walk into the boy’s locker room for the next gym session? The coach always gave the guys a good 20 minutes to shower up and change after they played whatever game the coach had planned. She could just go in while they were on the field, strip off and put her clothes in one of the lockers, and be waiting naked for all those sweaty, naked guys to come join her in the showers… “Dammit,” she thought, “that won’t work… 7th hour gym is for Juniors.” So far, she’d kept satisfying her lust to legal adult men, restraining herself to other students who, like her, had hit 18 (which was most of the class by this point in their Senior year). And she planned to keep it that way. Still, that might not be a bad idea for tomorrow night, when the guys on the Senior Varsity Football team get back in from the big home game…

Just thinking about that idea was enough to completely drown out Mr. Dominick and his boring math talk with images of sweaty, muscular football players covered in grass stains and mud, with hot water streaming down their bodies and over her curvy, soft flesh as all those calloused hands reached out for her, all those thick cocks standing out from the sweaty nests of pubic hair, on flat, hard abbed stomachs. As she thought about how they would roughly push her up against the tiles, steam swirling all around, strong hands lifting her off the ground, pulling her thighs apart, groping her ass, inner thighs, and tits, she sat quietly clenching her thighs together with a steady rhythm in the back of the class. As she imagined the first guy pushing his cock into her, his long, thick manhood (as she imagined it would be) spreading her thick, red and swollen cunt lips open as he surged into her she began to slide her thighs together, which were slick with her fluids despite the pad in her panties.

Looking around the classroom to be sure everyone was paying attention to the teacher but her, she crossed her arms over her heaving breasts, hoping it just looked like she was cold, and tossed her hair to hang over them too. Under the camouflage of her long mane, she began to tweak and pull on her nipples through her blouse, and massage the soft tissue of her tit flesh deeply. She felt a flush rise to her face as she started to tremble, and she did her best to keep her breathing quiet. Closing her eyes, she envisioned herself being pressed against the barrel chest of the hunky jock who she was pretending was just then sliding into her ’til his cock head rested against her cervix deep inside, while her clit ground against the root of his stalk. She imagined her pert breasts squashed against his muscular pecs as yet another Senior Varsity stud, perhaps that 19 year old Todd Macfarlane that sometimes rode his Dad’s Harley to school, pressed her forward so he could spread her ass cheeks, and force his manhood into her poor, tight sphincter.

She imagined open mouthed kisses all over her throat from the guy in front of her, and sucking, hickey giving kisses all over the back of her neck and her shoulder blades from the guy behind her. She imagined her ass being gripped in strong fingers that pulled her into every punishing, penetrating thrust from the shaft entering her from the front, and equally strong fingers mauling her firm, jiggling boobs, pulling her roughly into each thrust of the cock sodomizing her tight, stretched little rosebud. In her mind she felt her hair, soaking wet and wild, yanked hard from behind, by which of the men ravaging her she didn’t know, so they could bounce her body between them without losing control. As her eyes flicked from side to side she saw the rest of the guys on the team all standing there, under their shower heads in a circle around her, stroking their big, throbbing boners as the warm water splashed on her face.

Suddenly it was too much. She could almost feel the cocks inside her, from her fantasy, as they burst open inside her, squirting her trembling, convulsing insides with their hot, sticky loads. She could almost feel the millions of tiny, squirming sperms lashing their strong tails and wiggling wildly inside her, invading her. Her whole body tensing up, she could stand it no more and started to have a huge orgasm. Totally forgetting where she was, or what was real, and what was fantasy, she screamed in ecstacy, a ragged, sharp scream, as her pussy squished out it’s slick, pungent juices onto her chair and the insides of her thighs, soaking the back of her skirt.

“Oh! OOOOOOOOOOHHHHH AHH” she screamed, then hyperventilated sexily, going “Haaa-haaa-haaa-haaa” before being hit by another hot wave of white hot pleasure, causing her to scream again.

When it was all done, she sat trembling in her desk in the back of Mr. Dominick’s 6th hour college prep math class, and all eyes were on her. With a shaking hand, she embarrassedly pulled her hair out of her face, and tucked it behind her ears, as she self consciously un-crossed her legs, and pulled her skirt down as far as she could manage.

“I… I don’t feel very well,” she said, avoiding the eyes of her classmates, “I think I need to see the nurse…”

Nodding, Mr. Dominick waved his hand toward the door, his mouth hanging open like every other guy in the room. To her burning embarrassment, she noticed there was the beginning of a tent in her Math teacher’s trousers, despite the fact that he was like a hundred years old. She suspected there were other tents being pitched in the room too, though there was no way to tell since they were all seated, looking over their shoulders at her. She also noticed the narrow eyed glares she was getting from most of the other girls in the class, except for the few hiding their snickers behind their hands. A few whispered back and forth, and as Sue stood, and walked backwards out the door, she thought she heard some girl whisper, “sounded like she was feeling pretty good to me…”

Mortified, Sue burst through the door and into the hall. Tears streaming down her face she ran through the halls and out into the street, and didn’t stop running until she made it all the way home, completely forgetting about her plan to visit the firehouse again. Once there, she threw herself onto the bed in her room, sobbing, burying her face in her dolls and stuffed animals.

In the next room, Brad Myer’s thought he heard a thump. Taking his headphones off, he was thrust back into the world of real sounds, instead of Gangsta Rap music. The stylings of Snoop Dogg reduced to a tinny, rhythmic noise from the headphones around his neck, Brad tried to determine if someone else was in the house with him. He thought he heard crying… could it be coming from Sue’s room? Ever the protective Big Brother, Brad rolled off his bed, and strolled out into the hall. He walked the few steps over to his sister’s room, and finding the door open, he looked in to see his little sister laying across the bed, her long, lean body wracked with sobs.

“Sue,” he said in a questioning tone, “what are you doing home? Are you ok?”

The teenage girl sniffled and looked up at the sound of her big brother’s voice. Brad’s presence had always been comforting to her. Like most girls with brother’s a year or so older, her Big Brother had always been her Protector, and on hearing Brad’s voice, Sue suddenly felt better.

Brad Myers was a clean cut surfer, skateboarder, snowboarder guy, and basically when he wasn’t working odd jobs for pocket money, he was on some kind of board or another, usually without a shirt on, accounting for his rich, golden tan. He had sunny blonde hair and chiseled features, for good looks ran in the family. His eyes were blue, like his Dad’s, but since he was a little high the pupils were huge, giving the young man a look of naiveté despite the fact that he was 20 years old. As his sister looked up from her bed, tears having drawn black rivers of mascara down over her cheeks, he stood shirtless, his toned chest and belly rippled and tan, wearing board shorts and with his headphone cord drawing a line from his neck, to his waist. On his feet he wore flip flop shoes. All in all the picture of a California beach bum.

As Sue looked at him, the sweet look of concern on his handsome face, she felt that bothersome, persistent feeling again. Deep inside she began to itch once more. “Jesus,” she thought, “he’s your own Brother for Chrissakes!” Still, he’d always stood up for her… he really did deserve a reward for that, now didn’t he?

“What happened, Sis,” he said, “did some dumb jerk call you names or something?”

Smiling broadly all of a sudden, Sue stretched her long, bare legs out in front of her, watching her brother’s eyes widen a bit in spite of himself, and patted the bed beside her lightly with her hand. Pouting, pushing her lower lip out a little, she said in her best distressed little girl voice, “Oh, Brad.. come here Big Brother and I’ll tell you all about it…”

*Note – I take no credit for writing this story.  All credit goes to the original author.*