tagMind ControlThe Time Machine Ch. 2

The Time Machine Ch. 2

byWyden Long©

Walter stumbled onto a method to freeze time while trying to design an antigravity generator. He had turned on the power to his antigrav unit for it's first full blown test and had been severely disappointed when it failed to affect the weight of his test load. He was about to turn it off when he noticed that the test clock was not ticking.

He also found that nothing changed in his entire measurable universe except him. He could find no set of known criteria that explained it until he realized that the field only affected things outside a three foot radius from it when it was turned on. A few minutes thought made him realize the value of what he had.

He got into the habit of bringing the blonde from across the hall into his workshop and posing her in various modes of display while he worked. Sometimes she would sit on his desk, always nude, with her knees spread wide to part her pink pussy lips to inspire him. The best part was that she never covered herself up, just let him look as long as he wanted.

He didn't particularly like her, but she was nearby and had a gorgeous body. A few times, he flicked the field off with his pulse switch while he was fucking her, just enough for her to realize what was happening to her.

It was driving her crazy. She was having these weird daydreams that seemed like more than dreams, and every time she had one, she found her cunt full of come. It didn't taste like Max's come, either.

When she had these crazy dreams, the old fart from across the hall was always fucking her, sometimes in the cunt, sometimes the mouth and sometimes the ass. She always found come in those same places after the daydream, but there was no way she could place the blame on him. They would happen while she was cooking breakfast, while relaxing in the tub, or cleaning house. One thing she knew for certain, she was not telling Max. He would find some way to blame it on her!

The dreams showed no sign of letting up. She had to find some way to see what was causing them or if she was completely crazy. She had no idea how to go about it, but she finally went across the hall. When Walter came to the door, she just looked at him. Yes, that was the man she kept seeing during these episodes, but what next?

Walter stood there, completely at ease, waiting for her to formulate her question. He had no reason to cause problems for her, she was just the closest good-looking woman to his apartment, so she got selected.

"I, I, did you, have you..." she trailed off, not knowing what to say, but needing to get to the bottom of it to save her sanity. "May I come in?" she finally managed, knowing that Max would be away for several more hours.

"Sure. Come on in. Beautiful women are always welcome here."

She didn't much care for his smirk, but first things first.

"Would you care for something to drink?"

"No, I..well, okay. Do you mind if I smoke?"

"Not if you take your clothes off first."

"Oh! I'm getting out of here!"

"It's just a little joke. Yes, I mind if you smoke, but only about as much as you would mind taking your clothes off in front of a stranger. I only say it that way to show degree of caring, not to make some stupid attempt to seduce you."

"Boy, you sure had me going there for a minute. I guess I'm pretty up tight right now about something I was hoping you might be able to help me with."

Walter brought her a tall gin and tonic.

"Thanks." She settled back into the chair, slightly more relaxed after his sly humor and the familiarity of the drink in her hand. It did not occur to her that he had given her her favorite drink, including the unusual brand of gin. She had other things on her mind at the moment.

"I don't know how to say this, but I'm been having some disturbing experiences, lately, that you seem to figure into somehow, and I was hoping that you might be able to shed some light on them."

"What kinds of experiences?"

"They are very hard to describe."

"Well, are they antagonistic, rewarding, adventurous, excruciating or what?"

"In a way they are rewarding, but so strange that I can't accept them."

"Strange in what way?"

"It's hard for me to say to a stranger."

"Oh. Then if you're like most people, it must have something to do with sex."

"Yeah. That's why I have a hard time telling you about them."

"What is the worst thing that happens to you if you tell me?"

"I don't know. I guess I would be embarrassed. These things are pretty personal and I'm not accustomed to sharing my personal experiences with other people, especially men."

"Which is worse, being a little embarrassed or not knowing why you are having these experiences?"

"I've got to find out the story about these things, so I guess I'll tell you. I keep having things like daydreams or visions where you and I are having sex." she blushed.

"Sex? You and me? Seems pretty strange, all right. What kind of sex?"

"You know, just sex."

"No, it helps if you tell me exactly what kind of sex."

"Well, regular sex and also in my mouth and in my ass."

"Huh. It does sound strange, doesn't it? For what it's worth, I've been having the same sort of experiences. I was really delighted that you came here today, because there was no way I could come to your apartment and ask such questions. You would have had me thrown out."

"You have! Golly! Yeah, I guess you're right. Max would have killed you for asking a thing like that. What does it mean?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe just seeing you in the hallway once in a while has caused me to use you as a model in my fantasies and they are somehow projecting into your mind as well."

"Well, stop it! It isn't nice to break into someone else's mind like that."

"I don't think I have any control over something like that, besides, you can't blame me for noticing how desirable you are."

"I gue--"

At this moment, Walter flipped the switch. He took a long time to size up the situation and to plan his next move. He had not thought very far ahead concerning the effect his actions would have on her. Maybe it was time to think a little.

For starters, he lifted her skirt and removed her panties. He loved the smell of warm panties, straight off the crotch with the little soils of a woman's busy day. After stuffing them in his pocket and rearranging her the way she had been, he turned the field off.

"--ss I.." She started to finish the word she had started, but began to realize that her bare ass was now resting on the cushions of his couch.

"Oh, my, it's happening again!" she blurted.

"What is it?" he offered.

"Oh! It's too embarrassing. I can't tell you!"

"If you want to work this thing out, you must tell me everything. If you don't tell me, you'll have to tell somebody. I guess you could tell Max or you could go to a high priced psychologist who would just listen as I'm offering to do. Take your pick."

"I guess you're right. I can't tell Max and I can't afford a shrink, so I'll try to tell you. I, I was just sitting here and suddenly it feels like I'm not wearing any panties."

"Were you wearing any when you came in?"

"Certainly! What kind of person do you think I am?"

"I hardly know you yet, but I wouldn't think you were a bad person if you preferred to not wear panties. I think it is nobody's business but your own. Who am I to pass judgment on you for anything?"

"That's right, but most people don't think like you do."

"That's a fact!"

"What kind of work do you do?"

Walter explained that he was an electronics genius who worked out of his home, designing products for big companies to produce.

"Would I know of any of your products?"

"I doubt it. They are mostly used in high precision industrial automation."

"Wow, that's fa---"

He hit the switch again and removed her bra before switching back on.

"--scinating... There! It happened again. Now it feels like my bra is gone."

"Does it just feel like these things are gone, or are they really missing? Clothes don't just evaporate, do they?" He sort of hated himself for teasing her, but he felt he was just paying back a lifetime of teasing from members of her sex.

It was fun to watch her squirm around, feeling herself here and there to verify that she was indeed sitting there with him, nude under her flimsy dress. He liked the idea a lot, but kept his emotions out of his face and voice.

"Are they really gone?"

"I'm afraid so" she blushed. "You'll have to excuse me. I'm not used to this kind of thing."

"Please don't apologize. There seems to be nothing you can do about it, and I'm not bothered in any way, so let's just talk it over some more and see if we can come to a solution." The solution he had in mind would "come", all right!

"Ok, I'm sorry. I'll try. It's just so hard."

"Just describe to me the complete details of all the incidents you remember and I'll sit here and listen quietly. Try to remember if these incidents have been happening more often or for longer times, or with greater clarity."

"You know, you're right! At first, it was little things like I would answer the door and there would be nobody there, but I was dripping.." her voice trailed off.

"Semen?" he offered in a professional sounding voice.

"Yes" she muttered in a small voice.

"Don't be afraid to go ahead and tell me the details. I'm not embarrassed by things like this and there is no need for you to be embarrassed, either."

Somewhat heartened by his speech and by getting over the first threshold, she continued a bit more candidly.

"Then I started losing my panties and bra, just like now. I kept finding semen all over my body. Sometimes in front, sometimes in back and once in a while in my mouth."

"How did this affect you?"

"How do you think? How would you like to be doing the dishes and find your panties around your ankles and your mouth full of come?" she blurted out. "Oh, excuse me. I didn't mean to talk that way."

"Wouldn't it save time if we just used the words we both ordinarily use instead of "semen" and "front and back"? It would be easier for me and maybe for you to.

"Oh, all right! I've been getting fucked a lot, lately, by someone who looks just like you, but I seem to black out or something because I don't remember hardly any of it, and I'm scared!"

"Does this ever happen while Max is with you?"

"Yeah!" she paused in wonder. "It has. It has even happened while he was fucking me, so I guess that means I can't be blacking out, doesn't it?"

"It does unless you think Max is knocking you out, letting someone else fuck you, then knocking you out again to finish his fuck. Doesn't sound too logical to me."

"Whew!" she sighed with relief. "It's nice to know I'm not entirely losing my mind.

"Now go on and try to remember whether the scenes are becoming more real."

"They are! Just yesterday, I dreamed that I was sitting on a desk while you worked, and I was nude and you had a finger in my.."

"Did the desk look like this?" taking her into the office. He had removed all traces of machinery while he had the switch off the first time, so there was only his CAD system and books scattered around.

"This is it!" she squeaked. "I was sitting on that desk." She blushed to remember the scene. If I was into blushing, I would have, too. That had been a great scene.

Keeping up the patter to keep her mind off of implications, I asked "does the other person ever speak to you in these scenes?"

"No, not so far, but they have been getting longer and more detailed all the time, just like you said.

"I read about a situation just like this a while back. A girl about your age was having some misunderstandings with her husband and she fantasized a whole set of experiences about a neighbor she hardly knew, as a way of actualizing her problems. After a few weeks, and some incredibly vivid scenes which seemed to last for hours, sometimes, she found that they went away normally, without any ill effects. The best part was that her problems with her husband were resolved also."

"Really? Why didn't you tell me this before? You're not just making this up, are you? Please say you're not."

"I'm not making this up. Your visions are as real as you want to make them. If it helps you to use me as the person you don't care anything about, I don't mind. I'm sure it won't hurt me. However, if your case is like the other girl's, maybe you should brace yourself for some pretty intense experiences."

"Yeah" she murmured, not wanting to look directly at him. "Did you say that you had been having fantasies about me?"

"A few. Maybe your emotions are so strong they are leaking through the walls of the building and making me see the same things you are seeing."

"I don't know. I've never believed in..

The time seemed right. He hit the remote control and stopped her right there. Making careful note of her stance and position in the room, he took her into the bedroom and proceeded to fuck her pretty soundly. As he was building up to his orgasm, he made sure the switch was out of her sight, but would not be lost in his frenzy and turned her on!

One second, she was standing in his office telling him about these things and how she did not believe in ESP, and the next, she was lying under him getting the shit fucked out of her. She was still trying to get her bearings when he blew his wad into her half awake cunt. As soon as his prick quit jerking inside her, he flipped the switch again.

He took his time getting calmed down. He wanted to take a shower, but was afraid she would notice a change in his cleanliness level, so he only sponged off his prick and took a piss to clean the come out of the tube. Then he placed her in the position she had been before and hit the switch.

"...ESP..." She always took a second or so to wind down after one of these special interruptions in her time frame. Now she stood in his office, a few feet in front of him with his come dripping down her legs, wondering if it had really happened. It was the most real and longest experience he had let her have. She abandoned all semblance of modesty.

"Dammit! It just happened again, only more so!" she yelled, lifting her skirt.

"What happened?" he inquired casually.

"You, or somebody who looks like you, just fucked the shit out of me in a bed, somewhere. See, my cunt is still dripping!"

She spread the lips of her pussy to show him the truth of her words. he knew the truth and he had seen her pussy many, many times, but it still made his cock jump to have her expose it to him like that. She must really be in a dither!

"I'm going to get to the bottom of this!" she exclaimed. "Stand up!" she ordered him. "I want to see if your cock is dripping come like my pussy is!"

"Come on, train!"

He reluctantly allowed her to pull his pants down without too much of a fight and watched disinterestedly as she pulled his cock close to her face and sniffed it for traces of tell tale come. It was the hardest disinterest he'd ever done. He couldn't keep old Rover from lifting his schnozz, though. You let a beautiful woman pull your prick out and fondle it for any reason and see how your disinterest holds out!

She was beginning to calm down a little now, but was still holding his stiff prick in her hand. "I guess it couldn't have been you. Just a second ago, that prick was shooting come up my cunt, but yours is clean. Can I use your bathroom?" he noticed that she was still looking at his stiff prick, but could not tell if it was admiration or whether she was trying to recognize it.

He let her get settled on the pot before he killed her time and went to take a look at her. He had always wanted to see how a woman pissed, but never could get one to let him look. She was straddling a frozen, golden waterfall. It made such a great picture that he got the camera and took a shot before letting her get on with it. This time she was unaware of the event because he had not turned her on during his presence.

She emerged from the bathroom, still pondering the events that had taken place here, or had seemed to. Giving him a weak smile, she said "I suppose you think I'm crazy. Maybe I am."

"I don't think you're crazy. Sounds to me like the same kind of case that I was reading about. If it is, maybe it will be over before long."

"I hope so, but right now it's still getting stronger" she noted, eyeing him as if she thought she should be mad, but not having any way to justify it. She left without her bra and panties.

He added them to his collection.

To Be Continued...

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Dating Lindsey Ch. 01

I've never been great with women. In High School, I never had a date to the prom, I've never had a girlfriend, and it seemed like no matter what I did, I could never find a girl interested in me. It always seemed like the cute girls went for the jerks, and the nice guys always get left behind. I guess you could say I got friendzoned early and never got out of it.

In college, I was hoping things would be different. It was my freshman year when I figured I'd have a blank slate. I was 18, and no one knew who I was, and better yet, there were plenty of other 18yr old girls breaking it off with their high school boyfriends.

Things weren't so simple. It had been a few months and it seemed like I had found myself right back with being "just friends" with every girl I met. Even Tina, the kind of girl that bounced around in a low-cut top and sat in the front row so professors could get a view, didn't want anything to do with me. She and I became good friends, because, as she has said, she feels like she can trust me and I'm not just hanging out with her for her looks. Though honestly, I'm not even sure I would know what to do with her if I had the chance.

"Listen, I'm sorry Jenny gave you cold shoulder last night," she said to me one day, sitting next to me in the cafeteria on Sunday morning.

"It's fine," I said. For once she was in a modest pair of sweatpants and sweatshirt, though I had seen her last night. She had her regular Saturday clothes on. Lots of cleavage up top, and a crazy short skirt over her legs. "Just one more rejection, right? I don't get it. I'm really nice, I'm not bad looking. I just keep striking out."

She gave me a look like she wanted to say something she shouldn't, but held it back. She thought for a second while she chewed on her low-grade college food. "Sorry, I'm so hung over. Ended up blowing these two guys after doing those everclear shots. Remind me never to do that again," she said, rolling her eyes. I gulped, imagining the situation. She looked at me defensively "don't worry, I didn't swallow," she said with a sigh.

I exhaled, only getting frustrated with hearing her Saturday night hijinks. "Well, that's a relief," I said, sarcastically.

"Ok, ok. You know what? I met this really cute girl at the party and she will be great for you!" she said excitedly.

"You're just telling me now?"

"I had a lot to drink last night. What was her name? Oh right, Lindsey. She was saying all night how she hates going out with those annoying jocks. I think you guys will be perfect."

I was just desperate enough that some girl Tina met at the party drunkenly was starting to sound like a great idea. Plus, that little bit about her wanting the nice guy instead of the jock-type was music to my ears. "Well...hook us up," I said, pressing it.

"Ok, you know, I think I will," Tina said with a smile. "Friend her on Facebook. Lindsey. She's really cute. Brunette. Big boobs. D cup I'm guessing. I know how you like big boobs," Tina said with a wink, eliciting a red face from me. "And I'll put in a good word, ok?"

I nodded, thinking, staring down at my plate. "That's great Tina. Thanks, I mean...really thanks."

Tina smiled. "Oh hang on, it's that guy I slept with last night. Don't let him see me" she said, hiding her face.

I friended Lindsey just as she advised, and she was indeed very cute. Tall, thin, brown hair. I was paging through a few of her photos after she accepted my request, and she was definitely hiding a nice rack under her shirt. Fortunately, she didn't seem to be the flashy type. Talking to Tina more, Lindsey wasn't as "engaged" as Tina was with most of the guys at the party. I surmised that she had been dragged along by her friend, much as I had been to these obnoxious frat parties.

One day she messaged me back. I had asked her out on a date, and to my surprise she gave an enthusiastic yes. We were set for Saturday night.

I went wide-eyed when Tina stopped by my room Saturday afternoon, about an hour before I had to leave for my date with Lindsey. "That's not what you're wearing, is it?" she asked, hands on her hips in my doorway.

"That's not what you're wearing is it?" I said back to her, looking her up and down. She had a v-neck sweater on, and her boobs pushed together in between it. Long black boots and a tight micro-skirt. The look made me salivate, even though by this time you'd think I'd have gotten used to it. I just knew she was in for trouble tonight.

"Ok, ok, comeon. Clothes off. Let's get you into something decent," she said, coming over, undoing my shirt.

"I can do it. You're not my mom. Just give me some privacy. Turn around."

"Grow up. It's college. And trust me I've seen it all before," she said, helping me slip my shirt off. She looked my chest over and made a face. "You've got to start working out. No offense...anyway let's get these pants off," she added, reaching down to start undoing my belt.

"Hey! Let go," I said, startled.

"Hush, you cannot wear pleated khakis on a first date. What is this, your first recital?"

I was about to interject when I thought to myself that these pants might have indeed been worn to a recital or two. But I was interrupted by her tugging my pants down quickly. "Hey!" I said again, suddenly just in my boxers in front of her.

"Now lets' see," she said, looking through my clothes, clearly displeased with the selection. Finally, she found a button-down plaid shirt she liked and a pair of jeans. I wasn't in any position to disagree with the choice.

"Wait...why aren't you wearing these?" Tina asked, finding a pair of boxer-briefs I had.

"Oh I just wear those for working out," I explained.

"And you thought a pair of gray boxers were better?" she said, almost scolding me.

"Well...I don't know. Plus what does it matter?"

She gave me a look. "I can't believe this is what I have to work with. Get those off! Trust me, she's going to want to see your package squeezed into these."

"I thought you said she wasn't one of those girls," I said.

"Well, no but, you never know when you're going to get lucky. You don't want her stopping at these," she said.

I blushed and even got a little aroused at her attitude, talking about and looking down at my crotch. I looked down and looked back up to her. She got a mischievous look on her face and went over to pull my boxers down.

"Shit...hey!" I said, covering myself a little late.

Tina giggled. "Wow...not too bad. Where were you last week? You would have put those guys to shame."

"Stoppit," I said, embarrassed, obviously showing on my face.

"Chill out. Now comeon, get these one, I won't look...too much," she said with mirth, covering up her eyes half-way cartoonishly. I gave in and put my boxers on quickly, covering myself up. She handed me my jeans and shirt, and finally I was dressed.

"There we go. Much, much better. Now you're meeting her in her dorm right? Wow, at least take her to dinner first."

"I am," I said sternly, trying to regain back some dignity. "It's dinner and then she said we could watch a movie."

"Yeah a movie and what else?" she asked, pantomiming a handjob in the air.

"It's just a first date..." I repeated with some hesitancy, swallow hard watching her hand. I was excited at the idea that maybe her joke would come to life.

"Well, don't get too many ideas. She's a nice girl from a nice family. Real conservative. I was over there and her mom was on the phone with her like bitching her out. Anyway, I need to get going. Good luck tonight," she said smiling and waving.

"Yeah you too," I said back to her, trying to find my cologne.

"Looking for this?" she asked, holding up a bottle of Axe. "Yeah right. I'm doing you a favor," she said, tossing it out in the garbage on her way out.

I was beyond nervous walking up to her door. To make matters worse, I was the only guy in an all-girls dorm, passing by women giving me looks. I suppose they all had an idea of why I was there.

I found her room and knocked after a deep breath. Though I expected Lindsey, I instead found an older woman, dark hair, opening the door. "Are you Jake?" she asked, sounding pushy.

I swallowed hard. If I wasn't so surprised by her forwardness I might have noticed that she was pretty attractive, for someone my mom's age. "Uh, yeah," I said, swallowing hard.

She looked me over, making a face. "I'm Lindsey's mother. You can call me Mrs. Oran," she said, extending her hand. I shook it awkwardly and she let me inside. "Lindsey's in the shower, which is good because I wanted to have some one on one time with you. You're dating my daughter, is that correct?"

I tried to put on my best face. Totally taken back by this discussion, I nodded. "Yeah. We're uh, going to dinner." Part of me wanted to run right then and there. I had no idea what was going on.

She smiled, and I got a better look at her now that my mind had been cleared a little from the initial shock. She wore a business outfit, or at least something formal. It was a black skirt down to her knees and a black jacket over a white blouse. I could see the family resemblance, especially in the chest region. "Now listen" she said to me, engaging my eyes. "Lindsey is a nice girl and I want only the best for her."

"Yes...yes ma'am," I said nodding. She reached over and touched my arm, squeezing it. "I take it you don't play football," she said condescendingly. "You at least better be getting good grades. I won't have a party-boy dating my daughter!" she insisted.

"No...no of course not," I responded.

"Let's see what we have to work with down here," she said reaching down and undoing my pants.

"Hey! Hey...what are you doing!" I demanded. Jeez eighteen years of getting nothing and two women were getting my pants off.

"Get your hands away from there," she said sharply, slapping my wrists away. "Boxer briefs, good choice," she said with an approving look before she tugged the elastic. I let out a yelp as she let the elastic snap against my balls, and she tucked it underneath them. I swallowed hard, and got that feeling that you get when you dream you forgot your clothes in the middle of class.

"Hmmm, not too bad at all," she said approvingly, hands wrapped around my cock, running her fingers over it, grazing over my balls. "Not the best, but it will do. It's a lot better than her last boyfriend that's for sure," she said, snickering. I could only force a smile.

"Oh my...I see. You really aren't a party boy are you." She said giving me a knowing look as her hands now grasped a hard cock. "Stiff already. And when was the last time?"

"Last time...what?"

"You know," she said, jerking my cock up and down.

"Ohhh...ohh..." I said first in surprise then in pleasure. "Oh uh...I dunno."

"Comeon, don't be shy. We've gotten to know each other well. When was the last time you gave yourself release?"

"Um...two nights ago."

She smiled. "Good. I won't have my girl going out with a chronic masturbator as well. In fact, I'm actually a little worried about this right now," she said, squeezing my erection. I was completely hard, despite my nervousness. She cupped my balls and let her other fingers tickle my cock a little. "We can't have this happening all night can we?"

"Um...no," I conceded. "Sorry..."

"Now now, that's ok. I remember being your age. And the guys were even worse. Trust me, the 70s was not a good time to be a woman."

"Anyway, I have just the thing for this guy," she said tapping my cock. She reached back into her purse, and fished around, pulling out an odd looking contraption.

My face went a little blank as I looked at her hold it.

"This will take care of your little...issue" she said, and reached down, cupping my balls. "Now just relax," she said soothingly as I felt her fingers grip my balls and squeeze.

"Oh...oh ouch" I said, squirming as I felt her hand compress my balls. I was too shy to do anything and I sat there feeling her squeeze me until I went soft.

"That's it. Perfect" she said, happy with herself as she took the contraption and put it around my cock, slipping me down inside of it, and tucking my balls behind. "That's it...don't worry."

"What...what is this thing?"

She waited until I looked up at her and said slowly, seriously. "This is just a device to make sure you don't get any of those pesky...erections during your date with my Lindsey." I heard a snap, but was locked with her eyes. "There we go." She rubbed my balls in her hands. "Feel that? Getting a little snug huh? Don't worry, this will curb your young hormones a little," she informed, and indeed I could feel my cock expanding but pushing against the sides of what felt like a plastic tube. I looked down and indeed my cock was trapped inside, a ring around my balls. On top was a lock, which gave me a nervous feeling in my stomach. I saw Lindsey's mom slide a key around a necklace across her neck, clasping it behind her. I could put two and two together.

She smiled. "Don't be nervous. You just be well behaved tonight and you won't have anything to worry about."

I gulped hard and my natural shyness kept me from saying much. She helped me zip my pants back up and I sat there afraid as she turned the tv on, acting as if nothing strange had happened.

Finally, Lindsey came out of the bathroom with a towel around herself, her breasts pushing out the top. "Oh! Jake you're here...sorry," she said, embarrassed. "Mom, I'm in my towel, jeez, could have warned me." she said. I averted my eyes and I heard her sneaking back into her bathroom to get her clothes on.

"Nice huh?" Her mother asked, looking at me for a response. "I was like that at her age."

"Oh yeah...I guess."

"Well don't get any ideas. Remember," she said, dangling the key around her neck. "If you ever want to masturbate again, you'll treat her with respect."

"Yes ma'am," I said assuredly and Lindsey came out wearing a cute shirt with a cardigan over it, and jeans. I could see that Tina was right and she definitely hid a nice pair of breasts underneath. Plus, she was fit, like every 18 year old college girl was. I could already feel myself tight in the tube again.

I stood up and faced her. She smiled. "Thanks for coming over. I hope my mom wasn't too annoying," she said, looking over and giving her mom a look. She stood close to me and I felt butterflies in my stomach.

"I normally don't do this, but Tina said such nice things about you. It's nice to meet a guy that's like, not drunk at a party" she said with an appreciative smile.

"Yeah, you too," I said sincerely.

"Ok, mom, I think we can take it from here," she said, giving her a look. "Wait...mom what are you wearing around your neck!"

"Oh, dear, don't take that tone with me. You know I care about you."

"Mom!!!" she whined. "You can't just lock up my boyfriends."

"Darling. You know how men are. It's for their own good. Now you can look forward to a well-behaved gentleman on your date," she said with a confident smile, not compromising at all in her tone.

She looked down and put a hand at my crotch, squeezing, feeling me in my tube. "Oh my gosh...you are wearing one! Mom this is so stupid. I'm eighteen and in college. I'm an adult, you can't cage my boyfriends anymore."

"Lindsey. Now don't you take that tone with me or else you are not going on this date. I've been in college before and I know men. Your father was like this too. Getting...erect...all of the sudden. Now it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's just for your first date. I don't want anything inappropriate happening."

Lindsey sighed and I could see her bend under her mother's will. "Ok, mom, just...can you leave us alone?"

"Yes, dear, it'll be like I'm not even here. You two just carry on and you will have a nice evening. I'll stay completely out of it."

I bit my lip. She was going to dinner with us? Lindsey didn't seem surprised. "Oh...well, I guess that's not that bad." Her mother came up and patted her arm. "See? You're right. You are an adult Lindsey. Now why don't we get going? Jake don't sweat it, remember, it's like I'm not even here!"

We ended up heading to a local place, Finnigan's, while Lindsey and I sat in the back seat together awkwardly. I would say that it reminded me of High School, or that it had been one of the most awkward dates in my life. In reality, this was really one of the only dates I had been on barring a few get-togethers with girls. Yet, I don't think anyone would call my evening normal, though at the time I was a little too wrapped up in my date with Lindsey to really grasp the situation that I was locked up in my date's mother's cage.

Dinner was fairly uneventful. I gave the usual talk about my school plans, and struggled to keep up the small talk with Lindsey. It was challenging trying to act like her mom wasn't there, who chimed into the conversation every now and then. The most embarrassing part was fortunately the time Lindsey had gone to the bathroom. I was stuck there with her mom while she teased me about being locked up and her holding the key. She was two wine glasses in by that point and dangled the key around her neck. She asked me if it was getting snug, and I said yes. She smiled and said "You've certainly been well-behaved this evening, but I guess that's because I've got you by the balls, huh?" she said, laughing, touching the key around her neck. I could only bashfully look down at myself after that.

I hadn't really considered the gravity of the situation until the end of the meal, when it was clear Lindsey's mom wanted me to take care of the check. I had my credit card, but I knew the bill would be near sixty dollars, and I wasn't expecting to have to cover everyone's meal.

I blushed when Lindsey's mom just gave me a look and put a few fingers on the key and slid the check over to me. I looked over to Lindsey and she just smiled, clearly accustomed to this. I just put my credit card on top of the bill and tried not to notice Mrs. Oran's arrogant look over me. I guess she really did have me by the balls.

We finally got back to Lindsey's room and I was surprised at how comfortable the device on me was getting. Even though the implications of the lock made my stomach churn, I was getting regrettably used to the idea.

Lindsey and I sat on her futon, while her mom found a chair off to the side. Then, Lindsey put in a movie, and smiled at me while she moved closer, urging me to put my arm around her. At that point, all the worries of the night went away a little as I felt her body under my arm, holding her. It felt good to be at that point. Lindsey was certainly cute, and for the first time I had been close to a girl without just being friends.

It was probably the best half hour of the evening, holding Lindsey and watching the movie, but I heard her mom, about halfway through the movie say "Well aren't you going to kiss her?"

"Mom, stoppit. You said you wouldn't say anything."

"I'm just saying, you guys are holding hands and his arm is around you. You might as well move in for a kiss, dear," she said to me. I looked to Lindsey and it was clear she agreed. Under pressure, I moved in for a kiss on her cheek, and a cute smile from Lindsey as she turned her body to mine and moved in to kiss me more, this time on the lips.

We made out, my hands rubbing her arms and legs, her hands over my chest. It was easy to forget her mom was sitting there watching as I felt her soft lips on mine and the electrifying feel of her hands running over my chest. I hoped I wasn't too awkward, and also I hoped I was doing everything right. However, the incredibly enjoyable experience of making out with this cute girl was having its effect on me, and I could feel myself hardening inside the device. I shifted uncomfortably, as I felt Lindsey's hands roam over my thighs, and the passion increasing.

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Sexy artist Wivien and the model Sandra Shine are in for a naughty good time as they are trying to paint but have sex instead! Wivien can`t take her eyes off Sandra's tight forms. She soon makes a move on her and leans and kisses her, Sandra appreciates the kiss and returns the favour. It all gets really steamy as these two cuties will twist their tongues on each others clit and finger each other till they are really wet. It`s time for kinkier stuff as the girls bring out some carrots and a few long cucumbers to pound each other to a loud orgasm


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"I wrote this awhile back about a teacher I had in college. Not really anything special, but hopefully people will get a kick out of it. Enjoy!"

I don't know how long I had been starting at these notes for. Hours? Minutes? It didn't really feel any different to me. I was going to fail this Biology course, no matter how much I studied. I was brain dead from studying for finals week. I put down my notes and rested my head against my pillow on my bed, my usual study spot. "Man, this isn't fair," I thought to myself, "I'm gonna fail this course just because Mrs. Barbara doesn't know how to teach."

Now this was a pleasant thought: Mrs. Barbara. She was my biology teacher and my ticket to graduating for my community college. The only pleasant thing about her class was actually Mrs. Barbara herself. At thirty-eight, she wasn't doing so bad for herself. She had some curves that made me forget about the structure of DNA and more about the structure of her body. Age was starting to catch up to her, but she had a few more years of that nice body. Her hair was simple: dark brown that was past her shoulders and behind her ears. Her face was starting to show signs of stress, but it was still rather fresh and freckled. Her brown eyes matched her hair and what seemed to be her regular attire. Because she wasn't old and her fashion sense wasn't dead, she wore tighter dresses and skirts that weren't daring, but would give the other teachers something to talk about. Her legs and calves were starting to put on a few pounds, but I wasn't really complaining.

What I was most interested was the part I wasn't getting to see: her feet. It was my biggest weakness and I felt like I could be owned by women's feet, and I was curious to see if her feet were worth anything. The older they get after college, the more disgusting they get. It was the spring semester, so there was no luck during the cold days. The only thing that I noticed was she had already lost her taste in good shoes, assuming she ever had any. She wore these slip-on closed heeled shoes that I swear was popular with fifty year olds right now. She wore tennis shoes also, but that seemed to be her only wardrobe for quite some time. Once it started getting warmer, I noticed that she broke out a pair of silver flats. Not much better though, because with flats, only good foot play makes them worthwhile. She continued wearing those slip-ons, just without socks. They gave me a small look, mostly of the ball of her foot. It seemed a little crusty, but not too bad. I had definitely seen worse....

And there I go again getting distracted. I couldn't just give up on this test. I went back to my notes, but my curiosity still lingered the rest of the night.

I walked into the crowded lab, ready for my demise. This test wasn't going to go well. Science was never my subject and hardly anyone in this class was really that helpful at all. Mrs. Barbara could be helpful, but there was just way too much to learn. Oh well, at least if I got a D in the class, I would be happy. Mr. Barbara walked into the class, making quite a stir. Her outfit was a bit different than the rest of the semester. She was wearing a tighter, yellow summer dress that was a bit higher than her previous outfits. What caught my attention was her shoes. They were white wedges that were closed toes, but showed more of her foot than I had seen. It looked like maybe she had gotten a pedicure over the weekend, as they looked a bit softer than usually. It gave me bad thoughts and my cock was getting slightly harder.

"Good morning everyone!" she said enthusiastically. "How was everyone's weekend? Studying the whole time?" There was a bunch of yeahs, sighs and moans from the students. "Well, let's get this final out of the way shall we?" She passed around the tests. When she was walking by, I couldn't help but at a quick look at her wedges. They were rather nice and went well with her dress. I saw another student taking a look at her ass and giving it the up and down. Glad to know I wasn't the only pervert here.

I was right about this test, it wasn't working for me. I worked carefully to avoid any easy mistakes, but at time went by, more and more people were finishing and leaving. Eventually, it was only me and another girl. I decided to wrap this test up. I turned in the test to her and she gave me a smile.

"Well, how do you think you did," said asked politely. "Did you study like how I told you to?"

"Yes ma'am, but it was still too hard. I think it will improve my grade a little though," I answered back. It was true that I had tried her way, but it didn't work for me and I was done with this class. The other girl went up, turn her test in a gave a quick goodbye.

"Well, I do think this class wasn't right for you, but the course syllabus does make it sound like a general class," she said with humor. "I should have grades up by Monday for you to look out, I've only got one more class." She looked down at her feet. "I just got to get through today with these shoes...ugh." She caressed the ball of her foot. "I'm breaking into these shoes for my sister's baby shower. They're cute, but walking on them is a pain."

I didn't know what to say. I was totally drawn in to her feet. Ohhh, how much I would have loved to relieve her pain. I bet a nice good licking and squirting a load on them would do just the trick.

She looked up at me, "But, if you are curious to know sooner, drop by my office. I might have them done by later today. See me at about three probably." I nodded and walked off. I took a quick look back and she was taking off her right wedge now. Her feet had red line marks on them, but were very lovely indeed. They were nice and chunky, but not chumby or disgusting. She had on a red polish on her nails that looked fresh, proving my theory that she had a pedicure. They looked to be about size '8 or '9. The shoes definitely were not the right size for her. She saw me looking and asked me if something was wrong. I snapped out of it, told her no and walked out.

I was concerned by my grade, so I did go to her office later. I was surprised to walk into the room with no one there. Not even Mrs. Barbara was to be seen. I guess no one wanted to see their grade. I decided to wait a minute for her. I sat down at the seat in front of the desk. I sat there a minute, bored out of my mind. I wanted to go home and relaxed. Then, I accidentally kicked something on the floor. I looked down to see it was her wedges on the floor. Some dirty thoughts passed through my head. I wanted to take them and see how they smelled. Of course, she did say they were new, so they probably weren't stinky yet. I'm glad I didn't, because Mrs. Barbara came through the door that second. I stood up in surprise by the sudden appearance.

"Oh Matt, I'm sorry, I forgot that I had told you I would be in here. I had to run off a few copies, she said apologetically. I walked to her desk and put her papers down, sitting rather quickly. Again, I looked down at her feet. She was completely barefoot! The red lines had disappeared and they looked fine enough to just gobble them down. "I've been busy making corrections, but I got your class done....Matt?" I looked up from her feet and gave her my attention. She was smiling and I smiled back. "Well, you got a B- on your test, so your grade is now a D+, but I think you could have done better than that." She handed my paper and I looked it over. Mrs. Barbara then started caressing her feet again and wiping off what looked like dirt or dust off her soles. Unlike many girls my age, her feet had some meat on them and didn't look like skin and bone. She had a slight hammer toe on her left foot, but otherwise, they were neat and better kept than I thought. "I couldn't keep wearing those blasted shoes," she said in an annoyed manner. "My feet just are too big for them. I guess I'll have to wear something else."

I gave her a quick smile, trying not to make it look creepy. "They look very nice on your ma'am, maybe they just need to be broken in more."

She seemed to take the compliment well and returned the smile. "You are studying massage therapy aren't you Matt?"

I told her yes and that I was almost done. I love making people feel better and a massage is the best way to do that. I practice body massages like back, neck and shoulder. However, my favorite was performing a foot massage on a beautiful woman's feet. That's one reason why I went into it.

"Well, since I am no longer your teacher, would you possibly mind giving me a foot massage?" she asked seriously. "I still have a few meeting to go to later and I can't go around barefoot for those."

"Sure, I would be happy to help," I replied. This was fantastic. I was going to have my hand on her feet at last! She asked me where I wanted her feet. "I want them slightly elevated, so how about the desk?" I said. She took both of her mature feet and put them up the table.

I began by slowly caressing the middle of her soles with circle like motion to relieve the stress on it. She closed her eyes, and leaned back in the chair. Her feet were way too tense in the middle, so I worked on that for a few minutes for both feet. The soles had a little bit of dirt on them, but I didn't really mind. I had touched feet dirtier than this. After I could tell her soles were untensed, I worked on her toes. Proportionally the rest of her foot, she had rather small toes. I moved the back and forth to crack them and make them more flexible again. If her feet were really killing her from the shoes, then that was something that needed to be done. She was silent as a mouse during this, but it seemed to be pleasing her, based on her facial expression. My last part was taking the tops of her soles, right before the toes and massaging them. I took my thumbs and pressed hard against the skin and pushed up. I repeated this process several times and each foot, to make her heel feel softer. Her mouth pursed a little, like she was enjoying this a lot. I knew something in my pants was enjoying it. Thankfully, she couldn't see it.

I was finished after that and I asked her how she felt. She open her eyes and smiled. "It was the best massage ever, thank you Mat," she said. I started to get up, and picked up my backpack, when she stopped me with her foot. "Isn't there more Matt?" she asked forcefully. I had given her a regular massage, nothing else could be done really with oil or other products. She gave me a chilling smile, "I know you want more Matt, I've seen you look at my feet." I was glued to my spot now, shocked. She walked to her office door and locked it. "There, now we won't be interrupted." She walked by to her desk, but instead of sitting on the chair, she sat on the desk and crossed her legs. "When I was in college, I loved when my boyfriends would give me massages, but I liked it better when they put a nice...cock between my toes." She took out her feet and wiggled them at me. She dropped her right foot to my crotch and massaged it.

I got over my shock and put down my shorts and boxers, letting my pole out full force. She let out a laugh and took both feet and wrapped them around my stiff cock. She knew what she was doing, sliding her soles against my cock, making me feel harder and harder. I took her legs, guiding them to go faster. Then she took her hand, pulled away her skirt and started stroking her panties. She was already wet I noticed, probably from massage. Of course, now I was starting to feel wet. This was better than any blowjob I had received. I knew I was going to cum, so I warned her. She spread her feet around my cock wiggled her toes around my head, waiting to receive my cum. The toes felt little tongues on my sensitive head and before I knew it, I cam on her toes. The nice stream of white, sticky ooze flew all over her feet and in between her toes.

I sat on the chair, exhausted from my orgasm. Mrs. Barbara, however, was far from done. "Look at what you have done to my freshly pedicured feet!" she exclaimed. "Now I need them to be cleaned off." She pressed her feet up to me again. "Lick them off for me, would you?"

Now licking her feet was a nice idea, but with my own cum on them? She gave me a no-way-out look and I resigned myself to her fate. I went for licking the soles, where there was less cum. Her feet tasted salty, but still tasty enough for me to feel turned on again. The cum wasn't actually so bad. It was like a sugar coating. She moaned several time, but kept her feet straight. If only the guys in the Biology class could be seeing this.

Now for the dirty part: her toes. Not only was the cum wedged in between her piggie toes, but they were a bit dirty as well. I took them in one at a time, as toes were my favorite part. They were also salty, but the dirt and cum gave them a more distinct flavor. It was more like peppermint than anything else. This really turned me on and I feverishly sucked on them. Mrs. Barbara started moaning louder and begged me to continue. I really hoped no one was listening to this. The toes on her second foot were equally tasty and I felt my cock throbbing once again. I sped up my toe sucking so I could find somewhere else to cum on or in.

The toes were caked by the time I was done and my cock was at full length and loaded for a second shot. I looked at her. She was too busy admiring her toes to notice my dick. So, I did something that could have gotten me in a lot of trouble: I grabbed her legs and pushed her down on her desk. With her legs spread and her still trying to figure out what was happening, I removed her panties. Mrs. Barbara gave a quiet no, but I ignored it. I took my cock, pushed it forcefully into her and began pounding on her pussy like a mad man. She started yell and screaming for more and more. That was the ticket. I shoved my full length inside of her and before I let myself go, she came a river inside of her. I added my own juices to the wet mess and soon it was all over her desk. I pulled out and collapsed on the floor. Mrs. Barbara returned to her chair, rubbing the juices off her body.

"Well, now my desk is dirty," she said somberly.

I looked up at her. "I have an idea of how to clean it up. I gave her a wink. She returned the wink.

We cleaned the desk my licking all the juices off. By the time we were done, we were both tired. I put on my jeans and prepared to walk out. She stopped me. She gave me a look. "I think some deserves a little extra credit for all of this. I smiled and left the building. What a way to end the semester it was...

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Note to readers: This is a little different than my usual stuff. Please let me know what you think. This was definitely inspired by my high school English teacher. Too bad we never had a class reunion though...

Terri Simmons studied the covers of the two romance novels she held, totally oblivious to what was going on around her in the bookstore. She frowned with indecision, trying to decide which of the books she was going to buy. One of them had the steamiest picture she had seen on a romance novel, with the heroine's breast thrust up impudently, and the hero's hand poised at her neckline, ready to expose her succulent flesh. Terri's pussy was getting wet just looking at the picture.

However, the other book had a more promising storyline. A young virgin, captured by her family's arch enemy and held in his fortress, forced to submit to his passion...how could Terri resist a teaser like that? She felt the telltale tightening in the pit of her belly at the thought of being seduced by a sexy, powerful man, and she released a shaky breath. Decisions, decisions...

"Find anything you like there Terri?"

Terri jumped from the unexpected interruption, but even more from the husky tenor of the voice that had whispered the question in her ear. She dropped one of the books as she whirled to face Mr. Ash, her former high school English teacher. Her face flamed.

"Mr. Ash! What a surprise to see you here." She pasted a bright smile on her face.

The twinkle in his eyes and the smile that flirted with the corners of his mouth told her that he knew she was embarrassed. He knelt to retrieve the book she had dropped, and he couldn't resist surreptitiously scanning her legs. She was wearing a short skirt that came to mid thigh, and her exposed ankles, calves, knees and lower thighs were curvy perfection. In his mind's eye, he pictured those legs wrapped around his waist while he plundered her tight pussy...he was getting hard just thinking about it. He forced his thoughts back to the present as he stood up to hand her the book.

Terri's blush burned even brighter as Mr. Ash studied the cover of the book she had dropped. It was the book with the erotic picture, and Terri wanted to melt into the floor. She had had a crush on Mr. Ash all through high school, and even three years later, she still fantasized about him. More often than not, it was him she thought about while she stroked herself to climax in her lonely apartment.

Terri hadn't been the only girl in her high school to have a crush on him. Most of the girls in her school had drooled over Mr. Ash, with his tight fitting jeans that lovingly hugged a perfect butt. Every time he turned his back to write on the blackboard, the girls in his class would crane their necks to get a better look. They had nicknamed him Mr. Ass.

Of course, his perfect ass was part of a totally appealing package. At the age of twenty five, he had been the youngest teacher in their school. His body was lean and muscular, and he had the most startling sky blue eyes. His hair was tawny gold and just a bit too long for a proper teacher. The ends curled over the collar of his shirt, and Terri had often fantasized about running her fingers through those wavy locks at his nape.

Mr. Ash raised an amused brow as he handed the book back to her. His grin was the epitome of sexy. "Interesting read you've chosen Terri. I see I wasn't able to inspire a burning love of literature in you."

His tone was clearly teasing, and Terri found herself returning his smile. He had no idea that he had inspired lots of burning love in her, just not for literature! She looked up at him with a shrug.

"Well, you know, it's good to be interested in a variety of genres. Shakespeare and Thoreau are fine and good for an afternoon's entertainment, but they're not the greatest choices for bedtime companions."

Mr. Ash considered her statement, his cock twitching at the thought of her needing a bedtime companion. A woman like her shouldn't have to go to bed with a book. He had been attracted to her since she had been a sophomore in his class, but he had never acted on his inappropriate urges. He hadn't forgotten her since though, and he had always wondered what had become of his sexiest student.

Seeing her now, at the age of twenty one, he thought she looked sexier than ever. Her dark blonde hair was gathered into a casual knot and held with a clip, and her brown eyes were definitely the bedroom variety. Her full lips by themselves were enough to inspire naughty fantasies, not to mention those perfect, pert breasts filling out her t-shirt...he had to get a grip on his imagination, or he was going to embarrass himself.

"I was just about to grab some lunch. Would you like to join me Terri?" He found himself holding his breath for her answer.

Terri's smile widened as she looked up at him. "I would love to Mr. Ash."

He laughed with pleasure. "You know, I'm not your teacher anymore. You can call me Brian if you like."

Terri nodded. "Okay Brian. Lead the way." Terri set both novels on the shelf and turned to walk away.

"I thought you were going to buy one of those books," Brian said.

"I changed my mind," Terri said with a shrug. She didn't mention that seeing him had provided her with enough bedtime fantasy material to last months. She wouldn't need a romance novel for a while!

They walked to a nearby Greek café, chatting about the events of the past three years since they had seen each other. They were both a bit surprised to realize that they were completely at ease in each other's company. Over a lunch of calamari, salad and wine, Terri told him about her adventures in university, and Brian asked lots of questions, obviously interested.

"So I only have one more semester to go before I graduate. Then, I will have to find a great job so I can pay off my student loan!"

Brian raised his wineglass to salute her, and there was a twinkle in his eye. "Ah, here's to student loans!" They both drank, and he set his glass down. "Don't worry too much about it. I know from personal experience that you pay it off sooner than you expect. Especially once you get a job as a computer programmer. They make good money."

"I hope so," Terri laughed. "I'm counting on all my hard work to pay off. What about you? Are you still teaching at Gordon High?"

"No, I stopped teaching about two years ago," Brian replied. He was distracted as he watched a piece of calamari disappear into her luscious mouth...he suddenly realized she had said something. "Sorry, what was that?"

"I asked what you are doing now," Terri repeated, briefly wondering about the dreamy look on his face.

"Well, I've had a few books published, and now I'm a full time author."

"No way! Really?" Terri's enthusiasm was flattering.

Brian laughed and nodded. "Yeah. I really like it, being able to work on my own schedule, no commute, no school board politics to deal with."

"That is so cool!" Terri said with a smile. "What kind of books do you write?"

Brian looked down at his plate. A wicked grin was threatening, but he tried hard to keep a straight face. He was not entirely successful as he met her eye. "I write romance novels."

Terri choked on her salad and grabbed her glass of water. It was several moments before her sputtering subsided and she met his amused stare. "You're joking right?"

"No really, I'm serious. I write under the pen name of Brianna Ashton. Maybe you've seen some of my books?"

Terri could only give a weak nod as she reeled from shock. She had not only seen his books, she had every one of them at home beside her bed. He was, in fact, her favorite author, although Terri had always thought he was a she. Her mind raced, as she realized that all his books had a theme of a strong, sexy man who couldn't resist the lure of a younger woman. Of course, the characters always ended up having hot, steamy sex. Not surprisingly, her favorite of his books was about a teacher who seduced one of his students...a young, pretty blonde with brown eyes.

Terri could feel her pussy soaking her panties, and she shifted on her chair. "I can't believe I'm sitting here having lunch with my favorite author. I've read every one of your books."

Brian's cheeks flushed with surprised pleasure. "I'm flattered."

"How do you come up with your inspiration?" Terri asked.

She placed another bite of calamari on her tongue, licking her upper lip to remove a bit of the sauce. She noticed that his eyes watched the golden morsel disappear before he responded.

Brian gave a casual shrug as he answered. "Oh, from different things that I've experienced or fantasized about. I think it's best to write about things you know."

"That makes sense," Terri replied. "Are you working on another novel now? I would love to read an excerpt."

Brian laughed. "As a matter of fact, I am. If you're seriously interested, I'll give you my number and you can drop by sometime when you have time."

Oh, she was interested all right! That was the understatement of the year.

"How about today? I'm free for the rest of the day, if you've got time to show me your stuff."

"Alright," Brian murmured.

He could feel his pulse beginning to race at the thought of having Terri in his house. He definitely wanted to show her his stuff, but he wasn't thinking about his writing. If she only knew how many times he had dreamed about having sex with her, she would be shocked. It was a challenge to stay focused on the conversation as they finished their meal, but he managed.

Brian gave her a ride to his house. He lived in a gorgeous, modern two-storey, tucked away in the woods. As they drove down the lane dappled in early afternoon sunlight, Terri admired her surroundings.

"This is lovely, Brian. Have you lived here long?"

"Just two years. When my first book went into its third printing, I finally had enough money to buy this place. I've got the house and about thirty acres. I like the isolation, but the house is close enough to town that I can go in whenever I want."

He pulled his pickup to a stop in front of his house and led her inside. Terri looked around, smiling at the tasteful décor. "This is lovely. You have really good taste."

She turned and caught him eyeing her legs, and she secretly smiled. She was very glad that she had decided to wear a sexy red lace bra and matching thong panties beneath her clothes. The thought suddenly occurred to her that her love of sexy lingerie had been inspired by the novels of one Brianna Ashton! They always contained at least one scene where the hero gets to enjoy the sight of the heroine dressed in her underwear. Her panties were getting wetter by the minute...

"Thank you," Brian smiled. "I like it. Can I get you a drink?"

"Sure, whatever you're having."

Terri followed him into the kitchen, admiring the view of his delectable ass as he walked. Her fingers fairly itched to squeeze those firm butt cheeks...

"Is water with lime okay?" he asked, interrupting her thoughts.

"Sounds great."

Terri watched as he dropped ice cubes into two tall glasses. He dug a lime out of the crisper and sliced off a few pieces. As he squeezed the lime over the ice, Terri felt her nipples beginning to tingle. What would it feel like to have his fingers on her breast? She cleared her throat a little nervously as he poured sparkling water into the glasses and handed one to her.

"Thanks," she smiled, watching him over the rim of her glass as she took a sip. "So, do you have an office here that you use for your writing?"

"Yeah, it's upstairs."

He led her through the living room, past a huge picture window that looked out onto a backyard deck, pool and hot tub.

"Wow, this is really beautiful," Terri said sincerely. "It must be great to have your own pool on these hot summer days."

"Yeah, I do enjoy it. Plus, it's great with the backyard being so private. I don't have to worry about nosey neighbors if I want to sunbathe in the nude."

Terri nearly moaned at the mental image of him nude, slathered in oil, but she managed to subdue the urge.

She followed him up a flight of stairs to a landing that looked down below. As they walked down a hallway, they passed a massive bedroom, and Terri peeked inside. There was a king size bed, and the sheets were rumpled. Her belly tightened at the thought of him naked between those sheets.

His office was at the end of the hall, and it had large windows on two sides that allowed in an abundance of light. Brian flipped on a computer and motioned for her to sit down in the office chair. He leaned over her shoulder and his arm brushed along hers as he reached for the mouse.

"Let me just open up the folder...here we go."

He glanced down and nearly drooled at the sight of her full breasts and the dark valley in between. Even when he'd been her teacher, he had always fantasized about her lusciously full breasts. He knew she would have beautiful pert nipples, because he had seen the outline of them through her shirt many times. In fact, he could see their outline right now, and from this angle, he could see the edge of her bra. Was that red lace? His imagination went wild.

"What is the title?" Terri asked, glancing up at him.

Brian quickly met her eye. He wasn't sure if she had noticed the direction of his gaze, but he flushed slightly.

"The title? Oh, I'm not sure yet. It will probably be something along the lines of 'Class Reunion'. The final say will be up to the publisher."

"That sounds intriguing," Terri said with a grin. "What's the basic plot?"

Brian's flush grew even darker, but he managed to meet her stare. "Well, it's about a teacher who meets his former student at a class reunion. They hit it off and one thing leads to another...you know."

"Can I read one of the sex scenes?" Terri inquired, with a laugh.

"Well, I haven't really finished the first sex scene yet. I've kind of run into writer's block lately."

"Hmmm, well can I see what you've written so far?"

"Only if you promise not to laugh," he said, grinning down at her.

"You have my word, I won't laugh."

Laughter was the furthest thing from Terri's mind at that moment. She was more concerned about not soaking through her skirt. She held her breath as Brian leaned over her once more and clicked open a file. He scrolled down a few pages and clicked the curser to show her where the sex scene started.

"There you go. This is the first time the main characters are about to get laid. Tell me what you think."

Brian pulled up another chair and sat slightly behind and to her left as Terri began to read. At first, it was difficult for her to concentrate with him watching her. She could almost feel his eyes on her like a caress, and her skin began to heat. However, after a few minutes, she became totally engrossed in what she was reading.

He truly was a talented writer, and the characters he had created seemed to come to life. Terri was unaware of it, but as she read, she became increasingly aroused. Her lips parted slightly, her nipples hardened into tight buds that were clearly visible under her shirt, and she squirmed unconsciously on her seat. Brian couldn't help but smile as he watched her reactions. Damn she was sexy!

He watched her hand manipulate the mouse, and his mouth went dry. She seemed to caress it, her finger rolling smoothly over the ball. He squirmed in his own chair as he thought about her dainty little hand rolling smoothly over his balls...

"This is wonderful, Brian. But what an odd place to stop writing," she mused thoughtfully, finally turning to face him. "You were right to the best part, when he's about to take her, and you just stopped. Why?"

Brian cleared his throat and looked up at her a bit sheepishly from beneath his brows. "Well, I'm having a hard time trying to figure out the positioning."

Terri frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I can't decide what position she wants him to fuck her in. What do you think would be best?"

Terri's pulse was suddenly hammering, and she felt an overwhelming tightening in the pit of her belly. She swiveled her chair around to face him, and her legs brushed against his. It seemed thirty degrees hotter in the room.

"I guess that depends on how big his cock is," she whispered in a sultry voice. Her eyes dropped suggestively to his lap, and she could see the large outline of his very hard erection.

"I'd say it's bigger than average," Brian said softly. "Since her pussy's so tight, she's likely going to have a hard time taking him all in."

"Hmmm," Terri said thoughtfully. "Then it's probably best for her to be on top, so she can control the penetration and give herself time to stretch."

Terri stood up and straddled his hips, lowering herself onto his lap. Her skirt was too short and too tight for this position, and it rode up high on her hips, revealing her lacy red thong panties.

"You know, something like this," she murmured.

Terri could feel his rock hard cock bulging beneath her, and she gave him a seductive smile as she opened her thighs wide, giving him a better view. Brian grasped her hips, taking the opportunity to enjoy the sight of her damp crotch. There was a growing patch of moisture showing on her panties, and he could smell her musky scent.

"Do you think he should completely undress her first, or just make love to her with her clothes on?"

As he asked the question, Brian was sliding her t-shirt up over her breasts. He whisked it over her head, leaving her upper body in just a lacy red bra. Her nipples were clearly visible, and the way they peeked through the gauzy lace made him painfully hard. It took only a flick of his hand to release the clip in her hair, and it tumbled in golden waves down around her shoulders.

Terri was finding it hard to talk, but she managed in a breathy whisper as his hands cupped her breasts and began squeezing her nipples. "I think after not seeing each other for several years, they would be too impatient to completely undress. I think she would just be desperate to have him inside her. She's probably been dreaming about him for years."

"I'm sure he's had his fair share of fantasies about her too. It probably drove him wild when she was his student, and he couldn't have her."

Brian pulled her nipple into his mouth and began to suckle it hard, through her bra. He grazed his teeth over the tip, and she moaned. Her head fell backward in surrender, and she arched to press her breast more fully into his lovely hot mouth.

"And would she be terribly wet for him, do you think?" Brian asked, still feasting on her tit.

"Umm, yes definitely. Her panties would be soaked through." Terri's reply came out as a guttural groan.

Brian's hand cruised down to her pussy, and he explored her swollen folds as he switched to her other breast. She was so wet that they could both hear the slurping sound of his fingers caressing her. Brian grasped the crotch of her flimsy panties and pulled it aside, slipping one finger deep inside her.

Good lord, she was tight and wet! Brian almost shot his load right then, feeling the muscles of her pussy clamp down onto his finger. He released her nipple and watched her face as he stroked her hot little pussy. His thumb raked across her clit, and he slipped another finger in beside the first. Terri moaned and rocked her hips against his hand, her eyes closed in concentration.

"How can he be sure that this is really what she wants?" Brian asked her.

Terri's eyes fluttered open to lock with his, and she smiled. "She would show him, of course. Like this."

In one graceful move, she rose from his lap and knelt between his legs. Meeting his eye, she unzipped his jeans and pulled them down to reveal his beautiful, hard cock. Her eyes widened when she saw the size of him. He was at least ten inches long and broader around than her wrist. Her pussy twitched in anticipation of being stretched to accommodate him.

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