Video Slut

Posted: July 30th, 2009 | Author: Lonnie | Filed under: Hardcore Stories | Tags: Hardcore, Story |

Ashley Sweet was the most notorious cocksucker in school. It was the worst-kept secret of Jefferson High School that she could be found every Friday afternoon in the alley behind the gym dispensing free blowjobs to any and all bold enough to take advantage of the offer. Since service was on a first come, first cum basis, she was often mobbed by a bunch of horny guys who raced over from their last class for their weekly fix. To speed up the process she generally serviced several at once, stroking one guy while sucking another; often, those waiting their turns passed the time wanking their dicks a few feet away. From what I heard she sucked cock for exactly one hour; when time was up she stopped, leaving her customers hanging in whatever state they had been. Modesty certainly wasn’t one of her biggest concerns – at least, from what I’d heard.

The funny thing about Ashley was that she appeared to be one of the nicest, most decent girls in school, and also one of the most intelligent. (She graduated fourth in her class, I think.) The whole time I was in school I hardly talked to her, and certainly didn’t consider her a friend. But semester after semester she ended up in the same classes as me, and I kept wondering if anyone so pretty, so sweet (her last name actually was Sweet, for God’s sake!), could possibly be the same person everyone talked about – whether she could really be as slutty everyone said she was. Well, that summer I found out she could.

My name is Nick. You may remember me from my first story, about a girl named Julia whom I loved (and still love) very much. What you should also know about me and Julia, and what I declined to mention at the end of that story, is that neither of us considered our relationship monogamous – or, for that matter, really a relationship at all. We fucked, and we were friends (best friends, in fact), but we didn’t want to date and were perfectly accepting of outside flings. Which was fortunate. Six months before graduating I had been a virgin; now, in the middle of summer, I was doing my best to sample every pleasure I could. Still, a residual crust of shame clung to my conscience: in school, I’d never worked up the courage to make it out to Ashley’s little corner behind the gym, and now I was still a little wary of her attentions when the events described below transpired. But first let’s step back a little.

When I was still in school, one of my friends, Jake, was a frequent patron of Ashley’ oral services and often tried to get me to come along. Hence the following exchange, on a Friday three weeks from graduation:

“It’ll be fun,” Jake said. “Just this one time.”

“No, man. You go alone.”

“C’mon. Just once?”

I was adamant. In my senior year I was dating a certain Chrissy. At the time I thought I liked Chrissy and was faithful to her. Still, Jake’s entreaties were mighty tempting, and all the rumors tended to arouse my naturally curious nature. I wondered what exactly were the limits of fidelity. Hence another exchange, the Friday after the one related above.

“Just one blowjob,” Jake said. “Chrissy won’t mind.”

“I think she might,” I said.

“You’re missing out. She’s the best. I bet Chrissy doesn’t even go down on you, does she?”

This was true. It was also true that it was something I dearly wanted to try. Still, my monogamy held. Hence another Friday exchange – the last Friday, my very last day in school.

“This is your last chance, man. She’s graduating – it’s the end of a fuckin’ era, man. You gotta go, just this one time.”

“Fuck, Jake, how many times do I have to say no?”

“Alright. So you you really don’t want a blowjob. Why don’t you just come and watch, then? That’s not cheating or anything.”

“Watch?”

“Yeah. Even if you don’t want to join in it’s definitely worth seeing.”

I thought about this for a moment. Chrissy would probably not be terribly pleased at the prospect; nonetheless, if I kept my pants zipped and my mouth shut I could enjoy an entertaining spectacle without her ever having to know. Why not?

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll watch, but I’m keeping my distance.”

We walked out behind the gym. I felt a weird weight in the pit of my stomach as we approached a crowd of boys – at least a dozen, maybe more. All of them were circled around a single point, a point that, from a distance, remained invisible.

“Is it always this crowded?” I asked.

“No,” said Jake. “It must just be because it’s the last time. Fuck, I hope I can get some.”

We pushed our way through the crowd. I managed to glimpse a few people I knew from class – the shock of recognition was a little much. To think that these kids, many of them every week, would go straight from trigonometry or history to this! The atmosphere was oddly festive – grins, laughs, and in-jokes. Almost like an ordinary session of hanging-out, if it weren’t for the occasional hard penis sticking out of unzipped jeans. I don’t suppose this sort of thing happens at every high school, and even knowing exactly what to expect didn’t quite dissipate the air of unreality.

I gasped. In the middle of the circle, with a little space cleared around her, Ashley Sweet was kneeling in front of a guy. Her knees rested on a helpfully provided sweatshirt. From my angle I could only see the guy’s back and the side of Ashley’s head as it bobbed in front of his crotch; his jeans were slipping down his thigh, while his boxers seemed to be pulled down only in the front. The man was moaning. He began to shake – I was afraid his knees would buckle and he’d fall down, in fact. But no: he kept his balance, even continuing to thrust forward until his moans finally subsided.

“Fuck,” he said.

With that he stepped backwards. His big cock, wet with saliva, slid out of Ashley’s succulent red lips – the same lips I’d seen in class so many times under such different circumstances. She even seemed to be smiling. A trail of cum seeped over her lower lip. She licked it up. The man, I was shocked to see, was my friend Brian. His face was glazed over. Another guy, someone I didn’t recognize, stepped out of the crowd, dick in hand. Without wasting a second he shoved it in Ashley’s mouth. Again, I was shocked – so shocked, in fact, I didn’t even notice the rising erection straining against my pants. Ashley, though, took it in stride, soon settling into a steady rhythm as she sucked him while simultaneously cradling his balls in one hand. Someone else stood at her side as she jacked him off. In this new angle I was able to see everything – able to see the thick shaft as it disappeared in her mouth, able to see her lips pursed around it, able to see the bulge where the head of his cock pressed against her cheek. Her blond hair flowed around her pretty cheekbones.

And then something else happened, something even more unsettling. Ashley’s eyes caught mine. With a cock filling her mouth it was of course difficult to make out her expression, but she seemed pleased to see me. She seemed, in fact, to be beckoning me to stay – beckoning me with those gorgeous blue eyes.

“Pretty good, huh?” Jake said, smiling.

The spell was broken. I felt an intense and sudden shame.

“Uh, yeah. I. . . I think I better go, Jake.”

“What? Leaving already?”

“Yeah, well, yeah, my parents are expecting me back.”

“Whatever, man,” he cried out as I hurriedly walked away. “But you’re missing out.”

. . .

That night I was hanging out with Julia, with whom, if I may recall your memory, I was immensely (and secretly) infatuated. We were in her room. I wanted to talk about what had happened that afternoon, but wasn’t quite sure how to bring it up. Finally I decided to be direct.

“I went to see Ashley sweet behind the gym today,” I said.

“Really? You didn’t –”

“No, I didn’t. I just watched.”

“Wow. Was it like they say?”

“Yeah. But, like, more so. Um, I don’t really know what that means. I guess when I imagined it it just didn’t seem as real.”

“Well, obviously. It wasn’t real.”

“Yeah, I know, but I mean it never really struck me that this was something that was really going on. Before it was more like a fairytale, or, like, an urban legend.”

“You sound traumatized.”

“No, not traumatized. Just a little unsettled. I’ll get over it.”

There was a pause.

“Did you like it?” she asked.

“Like it? I don’t know . . .”

“Did it turn you on?”

I hesitated.

“Yeah. It did. But I wasn’t even really thinking about it. It was a little too shocking. And besides, there’s Chrissy.”

I never liked mentioning Chrissy around Julia. But right now I needed a way out, and she was the only ace I had in the hole.

“Yeah, that’s true,” she said. “Are you going to tell her?”

“No. I don’t see any reason to. In fact, I don’t see any reason why I shouldn’t forget it entirely.”

. . .

And that, for a while, is what I tried to do. Of course I failed immediately – that very night I jacked off in my bathroom to the memory of Ashley sucking away. But time passed, and things started changing rapidly. School was over. Things finally got good with Julia – again, let me refer you to “Julia, My Camera, and Me” for that particular episode of my life – and I broke up with Chrissy (the less said of this the better). Sexually speaking, I was become more and more adventurous (as, fortunately, was Julia). But through it all the image of Ashley Sweet’s eyes looking at mine as she sucked that cock remained seared in my mind.

So it was that I responded with a little bit of a start when, on another Friday about two months after graduation, I found myself sitting next to her in the back seat of Jake’s car. Jake was driving; another mutual friend, a certain Mike, was riding shotgun. They’d called me earlier to ask if I wanted to go to the beach. They did not, however, tell me that Ashley would be coming along. She was dressed appropriately for the weather in a light blue tank-top (one that displayed her generous cleavage quite well, if you must know) and a denim miniskirt – she looked cute as a button. What caught me most, however, was her face, and especially her eyes. Here again I saw the same adorable smile (with just a hint of perversity) and the same beckoning blue eyes.

“Hey! Nice to see you again, Nick!” she said.

“Oh, yeah,” I stumbled. “Nice to see you, too.”

“I was sorry you didn’t stick around last time we met.”

I couldn’t believe she was being so forward.

“Yeah, well, I had to go. You know, because of. . . stuff. . .”

She giggled.

“Well, don’t worry about it. You’re here now, after all.” She smiled again.

I was wearing just a t-shirt and swim trunks and feared greatly that Ashley might stir my dormant cock to noticeable erectness. I pressed my legs together.

“We’re going to Ashley’s house,” Jake said. “It’s on the beach.”

“Yeah, it’s a real nice, deserted place,” Brian said.

“Oh.” I said. “Okay.”

“You don’t mind, do you?” Ashley asked.

“No, of course not,” I said. And I meant it.

Naturally I didn’t care nearly as much about the appearance of my male companions as I did Ashley’s, but for the sake of my narrative I’ll relate it as best I can. Jake was tall, with longish blond hair – a consummate surfer dud. Mike was a little shorter and thicker, though equally muscular (a little more so than myself, if truth be told), also with blond hair, but cut relatively short. We arrived at our destination after a few minutes driving.

Her house was, indeed, on a gorgeous stretch of beach. I couldn’t help thinking of the house where Julia and I hooked up for the first time. We parked the car, got a brief tour of the building (kitchen, bathroom, living room with new foosball table), and headed for the water. Ashley changed into a bikini. Her previous outfit was hardly a model of modesty – in fact, the actual new skin area exposed in the change may have been fairly minimal – but the effect was distinctly novel. Now, I’ve said before that Julia was, and has always been, the most beautiful woman I know. This is true. But Ashley had a different sort of appeal, something much more, well, more vulgar. Her ass was nice and round, tucking up between above legs with a gorgeous little curve, with tits big and round enough to match. There was just a slight pleasing roundness to her belly. Some girls you can tell were just made for fucking, and Ashley was one of them. I think she knew it, too. Ashley wasn’t tall – one might even have called her petite – but she carried herself with a sort of insouciant bounce that threw her curves into precisely the right relief. Her skin was a light, natural tan, the kind of tan, I assumed, one developed by living on the beach. If Julia might reasonably impersonate a goddess, Ashley was a nymph – or, more likely, a nympho. I strained mightily to keep my cock at rest.

Even in August in southern California the water stays pretty cool. Without wetsuits we felt chilled after about an hour, so we went back inside and took turns in the shower, washing off the salt. Ashley was the first in, while I was the last; when I stepped out of the shower (wrapped only in a towel) Mike and Jake were playing foosball in the living room. They were both wearing swimtrunks with no shirts. Ashley, somewhat to my disappointment, had gotten dressed, though her miniskirt and tank-top still left plenty to be admired. She was standing just outside the shower. Her skin still had that radiant post-shower glow.

“You wanna play foosbal?” she asked.

I shrugged.

“Me neither,” she said. “Hey, wanna see my room?”

“Sure. Shouldn’t I put on some pants or something?”

“Nah, don’t bother.” She paused a second, as if thinking. “Wait, actually, I’ll be back in just a minute.”

She scurried off to her room, leaving me more than a little confused. But she was back in less than a minute, and I soon forgot the interruption.

“Okay, let’s go,” she said.

We walked to her room. It was a nice little corner of the house, painted light green with matching bedsheets. There was a big mirror by the foot of the bed and also a TV with a VCR. We sat on the bed. She didn’t bother to close the door – the sounds of foosball wafted in from the living room. Ashley, I gathered, was not a fan of subtlety – I figured she probably had a very specific purpose in leading me to her room. Even though I hardly knew her I felt oddly comfortable in her presence. I was beginning to get an erection.

“I haven’t see your parents around,” I said.

“They’re out of town for the weekend,” Ashley said. “I thought I’d take advantage of it and have a few friends over.”

“I didn’t know you were friends with Mike and Jake. I was sorta surprised to see you in the car.”

“We’re friends, yeah. But today, well,” – she giggled – “they just sorta picked me up on the corner. I told them they could come to my house if they wanted, and, guess what, they did. Wanna guess what I did before we picked you up?”

“What?”

“I gave them both blowjobs. In the backseat, on the street.”

My cock twitched. I was sure it was visible pressing against the towel.

“That seems to be your favorite hobby,” I said.

“Uh-huh. I like it. A lot. I was pretty excited when I saw you that one time, on the last day of school. I thought I’d finally get to see if – well, see if it was true.”

“I don’t really know what you mean.”

“Chrissy said you had a big dick.”

I blushed and smiled nervously. She was looking into my eyes, just inches away.

“Well, there’s no accounting for opinion, is there?” I said.

“I still wanna find out.”

It was inevitable. She leaned over to me. Her lips met mine. As we kissed I felt her hand slip down my stomach, over my abs, my navel, down to where the towel was wrapped tightly around my waist. We still kissed. Her fingers slipped under the towel, through the wet curls of pubic hair, till they met the shaft – the shaft that was already rock-hard with anticipation. She stroked me, sending shivers through my body.

Ashley loosened the towel. My cock sprung free. She stopped kissing me to get a look.

“Wow!” she exclaimed. “It is true, isn’t it? Julia’s a lucky girl, isn’t she?”

“If you say so,” I said.

“Do you think she’d mind?” Her fingers wrapped around the shaft.

“No. We’re not dating. I mean, we’re not monogamous.”

She stroked me more, now harder, faster. Ripples of pleasure spread from where her fingers met my shaft.

“In fact,” I said, “she’d probably like hearing about this.”

“Then you don’t think she’d mind if I did this, either?”

She laid my back on the bed and scooted down between my legs. Her tongue flicked along the underside of my cock.

“No,” I said, “I don’t think she’d mind at all.”

She circled the head of my cock with her skilled tongue. Once she was done teasing the tip she finally engulfed my cock in her mouth, managing to fit all of it in with a single gulp – something I hardly expected. Much practice had undoubtedly taught her how to please a man, and I dare say she was doing a damn fine job of it. I nearly came right then.

Ashley, of course, didn’t want that. Maybe behind the gym she’d tried to suck people off as quickly as possible, but now, on her own time, she seemed a model of patience. She enjoyed drawing out my pleasure as best she could, prolonging it, bringing me almost to the brink and then pulling back, keeping me forever just barely on the edge of orgasm. It was almost more than I could take.

“God, that’s good,” I whimpered.

She gave me a few more sucks, then raised her head.

“Let’s try something a little different now,” she said, smacking her lips.

She turned around on the bed. Instantly I knew what she had in mind. Her legs were on either side of my face, her mouth backwards over my cock. She flipped her skirt up over her ass, revealing, to my surprise, not only that she wasn’t wearing underwear but that her pussy was shaved silky-smooth except for a soft strip of blond fur along the top. In a moment we were locked in what they call sixty-nine.

Her pussy was already quite wet, and not just from the shower. Giving blowjobs evidently was something she enjoyed very much. I teased her just a little at first, just running my tongue around the soft flesh of her pussy, teasing the outer folds without touching the most sensitive spots within – a little revenge for the torment she had put me through a few minutes earlier. My tongue slid easily between the lips, lubricated by the slick wetness of her arousal. She murmured with pleasure as she sucked my cock.

I finally licked straight down the middle of her pussy, bottom to top. She gasped with pleasure. I lapped up and down, making sure to brush her clit at the end of each lick. After a while I transitioned to pressing my whole tongue against her pussy and quickly vibrating it from side to side – a technique I’ve found can often reduce a woman to a quaking mound of jelly in no time flat. She, in return, sucked my cock down to the very base. She was, I had to admit, giving me the best blowjob I’d ever had – even today, after accumulating many more to compare it by, I still consider it one of the best. She somehow managed to suck me deep down her throat and to use her tongue effectively at the same time, producing a sensation unlike any I’d felt before – not even Julia could match it. I thought I’d come too quickly, but as it turned out Ashley beat me to it.

“Mmmm, mmmff!” she moaned.

Her ass shook in the throes of orgasm. I kept licking her, pressing my tongue even harder against her clit. Her juices dripped over my mouth. Her oral efforts, meanwhile, had brought me to the tipping point as well. Almost as soon as her orgasm was over, I felt my balls tighten. My cock began to spasm.

“Oh, God. . .” I moaned.

Ashley just kept sucking – sucking me harder and deeper, if that was possible, even than before. Wave after wave of cum shot into her mouth – and, as far as I could tell, she swallowed every drop, not letting me go until the very final twitches had subsided. When in was all over she finally rolled off me.

When it had reached its full length and girth I squeezed back around him and got back on my knees for the umpteenth time that day. I took his mammoth cock into my mouth and soon was deep throating as I had done earlier. While I was doing this several guys who hadn’t known there was a woman in the shower room came by and looked very startled to see a woman not only there but giving a blow job to a guy. That made me even more excited than I already was. The owner of the cock I had in my mouth reached his hands down to play with my pussy, which felt very nice to me.

Then I felt another hand caressing my ass. I was pretty sure it wasn’t my guy, or at least not only my guy, because I felt two hands on my ass while one of his was still playing with my clit. But I didn’t care. It felt fantastic to me. It took my guy a long time to come, during which time, with various hands playing with my pussy and my ass, I came several more times. When my guy finally did come it wasn’t as copiously as he had the first time in the sauna, but it was still quite a bit. And it still tasted very nice. He said thank you to me, again, and we both left the shower to get dressed.

Greg had just returned to the locker room and was in the process of getting dressed. He smiled at me and asked if I had enjoyed myself. I told him I had, enormously, and promised to tell him all about it in great detail when we got back to the hotel.

It wasn”t long before I heard Ellie cry out in passion as her orgasm enveloped her and she held Jerry”s member deep inside her cunt until she came back down to Earth.

Vicki said that she still had Jerry, Ellie and Pat to go before the evening was over and requested, since it was her party, that she be double fucked by Jerry and me while she sucked Larry”s organ. I thought that was an excellent suggestion and had Jerry lay on his back on the carpet while Vicki straddled him on her knees and fit the huge, sloping head of his cock to her swollen labia and lowered herself down on the massive organ. When she had him as deep as possible, I wet her asshole and fed my cock inside, working it around to get it good and lubricated, before feeding it in all the way. I had it in all the way and my pubic hairs were mashed against the sexy cheeks of her ass and I could feel Jerry”s organ moving in and out of her cunt. Then she asked Jerry to lie down in front of her so that she could take his erection in her mouth and have three beautiful cocks inside her at one time.

She swallowed the head of his penis and sucked eagerly on it as she moved her hips to the rhythm of our strokes. Her ass was so tight and so smooth and gripped my thick shaft like a glove which sent shudders of pleasure through my body as I fucked her. It was a strange feeling to feel Jerry”s huge penis moving against mine as we sawed in and out of her and somehow it added to the experience as we kept stroking in and out of her while she responded to both our cocks with the movements of her hips.. We were at this for some time when Vicki, in a very soft and sexy voice, told us that she was going to cum soon and we should keep doing what we were doing as she went back to sucking Larry”s organ. Soon, we heard her breath coming in gasps and felt her body tense as she went into orgasm. Her asshole was contracting around my shaft as she came and suddenly, without warning, my penis erupted in a burst of hot cum which was followed by more jets of my juices until my orgasm passed.

Then Jerry cried out that he was cumming also and I felt his cock pulsate as he pumped his cum into her. Unfortunately, Larry was nowhere near cumming since he had fairly recently, emptied his balls inside my wife and Vicki voiced her disappointment since she was looking forward to having each of her openings filled with cum. We promised her that this would be done the very next time we all got together and then I slowly withdrew my semi-erect shaft from her warm, comfortable ass and she lifted herself off Jerry”s slowly receding organ as our cum started to run out of her cunt and asshole. Then we all took turns cleaning up and having some drinks and snacks while we recuperated from our last session. Larry said that, since Vicki has Ellie and Pat to go before we call it a night, he would like to see his wife, Vicki and Pat in a threesome to end the evening.

Vicki lay down on her back and spread her legs and held out her arms to stroke Pat”s thighs as she saw the swollen cunt lips descend upon her face. As she kissed and lightly licked the petal- like labia, Ellie”s tongue trailed over her pussy lips as she started nibbling and teasing the beautiful cunt. She kept glancing up at her husband as she sucked Vicki”s swollen cunt lips in her mouth and I noticed that he was avidly watching the sexy scene before him and stroking his erection. The rest of us sat back and watched the threesome while we sipped our drinks and I could see that everyone was paying rapt attention to the action and that Tyko was stroking Charly”s huge erection as they watched. Vicki pulled her mouth from Pat”s pussy and asked them to change positions so that she could taste both of them. Pat got down between her thighs and Ellie straddled her face and rubbed her cunt all around as Vicki flicked her tongue out and licked whatever part Ellie offered her.

Soon Ellie began breathing heavily and moaning as she pulled at her nipples and threw her head back. She let out a sexy whimper as her orgasm overcame her and she flooded Vicki”s face with her hot juices. Then Larry cried out that he was cumming and he started spraying cum all over his wife and Vicki as he experienced a shattering orgasm. Vicki kept sucking her and then moaned and reached down to hold Pat”s head tightly to her cunt as she reached orgasm. Pat had been fingering her clit as she sucked Vicki and brought herself to orgasm as she licked up Vicki”s juices. Then Ellie lifted herself off the fabulous mouth and Pat pulled her face, reluctantly, from Vicki”s delicious pussy and the three of them lay back to relax. We gave them time to refresh themselves and then decided to call it an evening since we had an hour”s drive back to the city and it was quite late. Everyone started to get dressed except Charly, who told us that she had been invited to stay the night as she smiled her sweet, mischievous smile. We gathered in the living room after we dressed and everyone, without exception, gave Vicki a 10 except for Charly who had given her an 11.

On the drive back, Vicki couldn”t stop talking about all the wonderful things that she experienced that night and kept at it so long with such detailed descriptions of everything, that she had my cock getting hard and thoughts of fucking her again started to creep into mind. I found myself suggesting that Vicki stay with us tonight and she heartily agreed as did Tyko. I was looking forward to sleeping with my head buried between Vicki”s thighs as my wife slept with my cock in her mouth.

Over the next few hours, we would switch position many times. At times, Ron was on the bed between us, while we tended to his genitals. At other times Jasmine was between Ron and I while we made her moan and cry. However, the best of times seemed to be when the two of them plied my body with kisses and loving touches.

It was just after 3 AM when the hotel doorman held open the cab door for me. As I slipped into the back seat he asked “… And how are we tonight Ma’am?”

“Deliriously happy, thank you. Yes deliriously happy!” The door closed and the cab pulled away. I sat in the back seat in a state of ecstasy. As the streetlights flashed faded into the darkness of the countryside I realized I was one of the luckiest people on the earth. I get to make people happy. I get to have my fantasies fulfilled and I receive rich compensation for doing both. While some may think that being an escort may get boring, it is nights like the on spent with Jasmine and Ron, which for me keep the business vibrant and alive.

“You up for that Eddie,” came the challenge from the chair by the TV set.

“Look at that ass!” exclaimed another seated on the chesterfield. I reacted to the comment by wiggling my butt and allowing the black, silky material of my short dress to ride a little further up my thighs. A set of fingers began to trace a pattern on my thigh just below my buttock. I batted hand away and stood up quickly adopting a pose of mock indignation. The redhead in the jeans and the Harley T-shit standing next to the arm of Edward’s chair laughed heartedly.

“Well Eddie, are you ready to be first?” I asked in a saucy tone. He blushed and trembled.

A self-conscious, naked man in his early twenties stood before me. His blue eyes focused on my naked and protruding breasts. His excitement begged to be touched and sucked. I knelt before him and slipped on the pink condom. He let out an audible gasp and his cock twitched as I slowly slipped my lips over its head. The flavor of wild cherry flooded my mouth and I sucked hard. My fingers teased his balls. Eddie did not last long.

The scene that awaited me in the living room when I returned was amazing. Laney had discarded her school uniform and was now only dressed in a lacey G-string and tall fuck-me cork soled sandals. The men stood, dressed only in their T-shits, and socks, in a half-circle before her. Several stroked their cocks. Laney encouraged their actions by gyrating wildly to the music as she worked a large pink dildo back and forth over her breasts and pussy. I stood silently in the background dressed only in see-through black panties and black high-heeled shoes. I enjoyed watching her. Inadvertently, I began to move to the music. I was drawn towards her. As I approached, she turned and hollered, “Well boys are you all primed for a circle suck?” Commotion erupted and each man reached for his condom bowl and struggled to put them on.

I ended up kneeling before Steve’s banana flavored dick. My hands stroked spearmint and strawberry. Laney stood at the side of the circle stroking the vanilla covered redhead while offering verbal encouragement. My mouth bobbed up and down on Steve’s cock. Then I worked my tongue against the opening of Steve’s urethra and back and forth across his cock tip. I sucked hard. He tensed and quickly came. His groans and gasps soon encouraged the others to follow his example.

After the circle show, the evening proceeded relatively uneventfully. The men, except for Steve were content to drink beer and munch on the appetizers. They grouped before the TV, the porno movie replaced by college basketball. Steve, dressed only in his underwear and socks, sat sullenly at the kitchen table nursing a beer and devouring a bowl of peanuts.

Edward remained in the shadows of the bedroom, preferring to observe the events from the doorway. I grabbed two beers from the refrigerator and headed towards the bedroom while Laney tried to entertain Steve with a sultry lap dance. I laughed to myself as I watched while Laney fended off his groping touches.

Edward and I sat on the bed drinking our beers. I rubbed my fingers along his legs and then kissed him several times. As my nails teased his cock, our tongues intertwined. I could feel renewed excitement building in his body.

This scene took me back to my high school days and the basement of my parents home. Late at night, when my mother and father were safely asleep in their second storey bedroom, I would sneak the boyfriend of the week into my bedroom through the patio basement door. There we would lounge on my bed, drink wine or beer, and I would suck their cocks.

Edward’s body trembled as my fingers circled his cock and he took another gulp of courage before placing the bottle on the nightstand and lying back on the bed. The challenge seemed to be how long could I make him last. After all, the wetness, which now resided between my legs, indicated that I needed some release too.

A glance at the nightstand revealed that his second Wild Cherry condom was near the sweating beer bottle. I continued my stroking as I reached for the package. With the aid of my teeth, I ripped open the package, slipped the flavored latex into my mouth, and then leaned forward. Edward’s eyes were wide with surprise and excitement when I used my mouth to unroll the condom over his hard dick.

“Holy fuck!” squealed Eddie. “That feels fucking fantastic! Lady, you got to teach my Beli…” He stopped mid word, fearful that what we were doing would sully her verbal presence. “You must teach…her how to do that,” he mumbled between breaths. “That’s the greatest…Oh shit…” His body tensed. I squeezed the base of his cock with one hand, whipped off my panties with the other, and squatted over his turgid member.

I felt the warmth of his cock head brush against my clit and begin to push past my pussy lips. I felt the heat beginning to build in my pussy. The muscles of my abdomen began to contract. Electric flashes exploded through the blackness of passion, which flooded over my consciousness. My urgency was growing. Pushing down hard, I ground my pussy against the base of his cock. His body immediately went rigid, convulsed, and then went limp. I ground harder, but felt him beginning to soften inside me.

Edward read my dissatisfaction on my face. He bit his lip and was about to speak. I leaned forward and silenced him with a finger against his lips. I kissed his forehead and whispered, “Don’t worry, sweetie. It will come. It will be different with your wife. Just remember, if you ever want some help or practice, you can give me a call.” With that said, I kissed him again on the cheek and rubbed my hand over his chest as I climbed off the bed and headed towards the door.

In hindsight, I should have dressed, but my horniness and disappointment clouded my judgment and I walked into the main room naked. Most of the men gathered around the TV watching the final minutes of the basketball game. The exception was Steve, who stood sullenly to the side taking long swigs from his beer. The two empty beer cans littered the floor by his feet. I walked towards Laney, who stood in the kitchen area. She greeted me with a friendly hug. Her breasts felt good against me. My arm slipped around her shoulder. For a brief second, I reveled in her body heat. Then Steve’s boorish voice interrupted the fleeting sensual moment.

“Hey, guys! Look at the love birds in the kitchen.” Unexpectedly all eyes were upon us. I tensed and started to draw away. However, Laney, who was used to being on stage, drew me closer and began to rub her hands over my back and belly. Instinctively, I writhed to her touch. The basketball game ceased to be the center of attention. Even Edward, who now stood in the bedroom door, joined the others and focused his gaze on us.

Suddenly Laney stopped and drew away from me. “Like the show, boys?” she inquired seductively. Voices of satisfaction and encouragement echoed from all sides of the room. “Well that show is not part of the deal. If you want to see us together, that will cost you more.”

The mood of the room quickly changed. My stomach knotted with apprehension. However, the tickling sensations of Laney’s fingers as they traced patterns over my buttocks and down my ass crack quickly turned my anxiety in another direction. As saw the pile of bills grow amongst the empty beer cans on the coffee table, my trepidation about performing a public lesbian scene grew.

Laney’s fingers danced over my breasts and her lips teased my nipples. As she slipped to her knees, the touch and heat of her tongue as it mapped out intense patterns over my stomach and thighs further aroused my passions. When I felt her hot breath on the hood of my clit, I abandoned all reservations. I pushed her down onto the carpet and knelt beside her. I began to fondle Laney’s breasts and greedily sucked her nipples. She moaned loudly and squirmed. She pushed back against my advances and ran her fingers through my hair and up and down my back. Laney was enjoying this. That turned me on even more. I moved between her spread legs.

My hands roamed over her belly and slipped beneath her G-string. My fingers tentatively explored the folds of her shaved pussy. A warm wetness greeted their search and Laney’s writhing and moaning increased. Encouraged, I pulled the G-string to the side, bent forward, and kissed her pouting pink pussy lips. My tongue explored her cleft. She had a tantalizing salty-sweet taste. Laney gasped, twisted onto her side, and lifted her leg. Now she provided me even better access to her clit and pussy. I did not hesitate.

I licked, nibbled, and sucked. She tasted fantastic. Her clit was hot and hard against my tongue. I could hear the men shouting to one another, “…Look at those fucking bitches go…Oh shit I’ve never seen anything like this…Oh yes, Steve…Fucking go for it…” However, Laney’s loud moans and the fact that her thighs were wrapped tightly around my head meant that I could not really make out their conversation. Besides, I was more interested in the tastes and sensations, which awaited me at the end of my tongue. I just reveled in the pleasure, which I was giving Laney. My excitement grew. I arched my back and slipped my fingers between my thighs. Electric shocks radiated throughout my being. I probed deeper with my tongue. Laney convulsed showering my mouth with her delectable nectar. My fingers rubbed against my clit and then slipped dripping vagina. I began to shake and convulse in ecstasy

Suddenly, I felt a violent shove in the middle of my back. My chest was pinned against the floor. It was hard to breathe. Shards of light shattered my brain as I felt a brutal pressure against my anus and then searing pain. I shook and twisted, but I could not escape. Laney screamed and squirmed away. My head slammed violently against the floor. Blackness and stars filled my head. The carpet now burned my face as I struggled to get away from my attacker. The pummeling of my asshole continued and the pain blazed through my being. I screamed. Tears of agony and humiliation rolled down my cheeks.

Unexpectedly, a baritone bellow of pain drowned out my shrieks. The weight of my tormentor miraculously disappeared. I turned on my elbow in the direction of the roaring. Steve was rolling on his back clutching his genitals. The plain condom wilted between clenched hands. Laney stood over him clutching a can of bear spray. The pepper smell spread throughout the room. “Get this piece of shit out of here! Now!” she screamed at the cowering crowd of semi-naked men that now stood at the edges of the room. Her face was a mass of rage. She stood crouched in the kitchen, her open purse at her feet and it contents strewn across the floor. She swept the can of bear spray back and forth in an arch, which covered the writhing form of Steve and group of cowering men behind him. “Get the fuck out of here!” she screamed again, “Or so help me, I will empty this entire can on you bastards!”

“But we’re not dressed,” came the whimpered reply from the redhead.

“You gutless pieces of shit! I don’t care about your clothes! I mean get the fuck out now!” She emphasized her command with another wave of the bear spray can. Quickly the men gathered up their belongings and dragged a moaning Steve from the room. In their haste to leave, they left a trail of clothes behind them. Laney hobbled towards the door, kicked it shut, and locked it. She stumbled, as she tried to walk across the room and to pick up some of the table money, which now littered the floor. “Assholes, took most of the table money too,” she sighed. Then she turned to me and asked, “Are you OK?”

“I’ve been worse,” I replied with a hollow laugh. I sat on the floor clutching my knees, hugging myself, and rocking back and forth. “What happened to your sandal?” I inquired hoping that some attempt at normal conversation would somehow bottle up the pain and mortification that threatened to overwhelm me.

“Broke the heel, when I kicked that Neanderthal in the ass.” We both snickered bitterly.” I can’t get them off because the ankle laces are in knots,” she said as she walked awkwardly towards the kitchen to get a knife.

We half-heartedly cleaned up the room and then I sent Laney home. Before I left the motel, I gingerly walked to the manager’s office. Roger, the son of the owner was on duty. I explained that I would finish cleaning the room the next day. When I was about to leave, he asked me if I was all right. I burst into tears. As we sat at the kitchen table in the family living quarters behind the office, I told him all the sordid details over a tumbler of whiskey and ice. He was a gracious and empathetic listener and even made sure I got home safely.

I returned the next afternoon to finish cleaning the suite. I did not have much energy and the cleaning proceeded slowly. Late in the afternoon a sound from the doorway, which I had left open to help air out the room, startled me. I was cleaning the bathroom and turned to towards the door. My heart stopped. Silhouetted in the doorway was the shape of a huge male. I froze in fear.

“Sorry to bother you, Miss Vicki, but I have something for you.”

“Oh God, Roger, you gave me such a start. I thought you were one of the guys from last night,” I sputtered.

“No, it’s just me, but one of them was by this morning to collect the damage deposit. I refused to give it to him. I explained that there was damage to the room and we were keeping the entire deposit. He did not complain too strenuously.” I had to smile at his last statement. A former high school star football player and wrestler, Roger stood over 6 feet tall and weighed more than 250 pounds. He was an intimidating specimen. He stepped into the room and handed me a handful of cash. “Mum said we should take a 10% handling fee, but the rest of the damage deposit is yours. She said it was the least we could do for a regular customer.”

I ruffled through the wad of bills and handed $50 back to Roger. “Beer money, for a really nice guy,” I said softly. My gesture clearly embarrassed him. He showed the bills into the front pocket of his jeans and walked quickly to the door.

There he stopped and turned back to me. “Mum says you should hire me for security for your next party.” We both laughed. Then he turned and was gone.

Whether we a doctor, a lawyer or the Wal-Mart greeter, each of us trades our talents, our favors, or our energies for the almighty dollar. I think that everyone of us just hopes that the exchange involves respect and dignity. If it does not, then we hope that some knight in shining armor will come along and make it right, or at least try to make it as right as possible.

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“For the time being, this is the last of the Vicki series. What started out as an answer to a challenge grew quickly into a short series. I hope you enjoyed reading the stories as much as I enjoyed writing them. If you would like the series to continue or you have suggestions for future stories, please contact me. Odlum”

“Wow. . .” she said.

“Yeah. . . That was. . . amazing.” I panted and looked at the ceiling.

She seemed to have caught her breath.

“Yeah, I’ve sucked a lot of cocks. I mean, I’ve swallowed a lot of cum. I’ve done this a lot. But that was really. . . really. . . good. . .” She paused for a second. “And you’re not half-bad at eating pussy, either.”

“Thanks.”

We laid in bed for a minute.

“Well, I guess we shouldn’t leave Mike and Jake all alone,” she said.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.”

I still didn’t have any clothes with me, so I just wrapped myself back up in the same towel. Ashley just had to flip down her skirt and we were ready to go.

“Hey,” she said, waving to Jake and Mike.

“Hey,” said Mike. “What’ve you been up to all this time?”

“Sucking his cock, naturally,” Ashley replied, smiling.

I blushed.

“Really?” said Jake, also smiling. He looked at me. “Welcome to the club, man.”

. . .

It was getting pretty late by then. Ashley asked if we wanted to stay for dinner, and we all agreed. We fixed up a pretty simple pasta dish, with a nice salad, and talked; Ashley also consented to break out a couple bottles of her father’s wine collection. Most of the talk, naturally, was about normal post-high school subjects – gossip, news of breakups and hookups, movies – but the conversation was also marked by a notable openness when it came to sex. Ordinarily I might have felt out of place, but somehow the company and the setting made me feel at ease. I discovered, to my surprise, that Jake and Mike had apparently both been – how shall we say it? – engaged in carnal relations with Ashley (that is, in addition to their scheduled rendezvous behind the gym) for several months. Sometimes, I gathered, even at the same time. I couldn’t help imagining what Ashley would look like with two guys fucking her at once. I’d never been a participant of any kind of group sex, but I had to admit the concept intrigued. As the night wore on I felt a new stirring between my legs.

After dinner we cleaned up the dishes. The conversation was winding down, but the company was still pleasant. Jake and Mike, I had noticed, seemed to be getting hornier by the minute. Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was just Ashley – she was certainly leading them on enough. Still, it was a little shocking when Jake suddenly bent her over the dinner table and flipped up her skirt. He knelt down behind her and sent a long, languid lick up between her legs.

“I like your pussy, Ashley,” he said.

“I like it when you lick it,” she responded.

He licked again. Mike (who was smiling) and I were sitting in chairs just a few feet away.

“You like that?” Jake asked, a grin on his face.

“Yeah,” she responded. “But I liked it when Nick did it more.”

She looked at me, devlish smile on her face. Jake huffed in mock outrage.

“But he didn’t fuck you, did he?” he said.

“Nope.”

Jake turned to Mike and I.

“If you guys don’t mind. . .”

Without waiting for a response he slipped down his swimtrunks. His cock – respectable in size, but not quite my equal, if I may be so bold to declare – sprang free, pointing straight at Ashley’s moist pussy.

“Fuck her, Jake,” Mike said.

“Yeah, fuck me,” Ashley added.

The urging was entirely unnecessary. Jake put his weight forward, driving his dick between Ashley’s pussy lips. I looked on, transfixed. I’d never actually seen another man penetrate a woman before, except in porn, and the real-life sight was considerably more appealing. Mike turned to speak to me.

“If you’re not using the other end, I think I’ll just help myself.”

I wasn’t quite sure what he meant at first, but a second later it became perfectly clear. Mike stood up and quickly shed his trunks. I hadn’t noticed it before, but he had actually been stroking himself under the table for the last minute or so. He stood on the other side of the table and aimed his cock squarely at Ashley’s experienced lips. Soon he was thrusting in and out of her mouth.

Without even meaning to I found myself stroking my dick. The sight of Ashley poked from either end by two of my very good friends was a bit overwhelming – but also, of course, extremely hot. She genuinely seemed to enjoy it, as well, rocking on the table with each thrust and moaning around Mike’s cock. Jake was pounding her hard from behind, shaking the rickety table every time he drove his dick home. I realized Ashley was having an orgasm – it was the same shaking, the same moaning, as when I had licked her to a climax. Jake and Mike, however, seemed to take no account of the storm raging in Ashley’s body, continuing to fuck her – fucking her harder, faster, all the time. A few minutes had passed, and Jake was evidently nearing the end.

“Ahhhhh!” Jake moaned.

His face was contorted in pleasure. He drove his cock into Ashley’s body down to the hilt. His knees shook. Another first: I’d never seen another man coming before – again, at least not in porn. When he was finished he drew his glistening and half-hard cock from her pussy.

“She’s all yours man,” he said, gesturing to Ashley’s gorgeous ass.

Mike was still hard at work thrusting his cock down her throat.

“Yeah, man, why not? Look at that fucking pussy and tell me you don’t wanna fuck the living shit out of it.”

He was right of course. My cock was already pulsing in my hand. But I still felt a little weird about doing it in front of others.

“It won’t bite, man,” Jake said. “We’re all friends. We don’t give a fuck if we see your dick.”

I hesitated a second more. But I couldn’t resist for long.

“Yeah, why not?” I said.

I stood up and dropped my trunks. My cock swung straight out into the air.

“Shit, man!” exclaimed Jake. “I didn’t know you were so big. You make me jealous!”

I was feeling a little more confident now.

“You should be,” I said, smiling. “I’m gonna show this girl what a real man feels like.”

I stood behind Ashley and drove my cock into Ashley’s well-lubricated slit. Even wet as it was it took a second to slide in all the way. I heard an audible gasp escape Ashley’s lips.

“She loves it!” Jake yelled. “Fuck her, Nick!”

And indeed I did. Only a couple hours after her blowjob I felt an intense need to come again – indeed, a need that had been building to almost the breaking point as I watched Ashley squirming under the ministrations of my two friends. I watched Mike as he stuck his cock down her mouth – Ashley, caught between our cocks, was completely at our mercy. It turned me on beyond all belief. Much as I wanted to prolong my (and her) pleasure, I knew I wouldn’t be able to last long.

At least I lasted longer than Mike, though. Only a minute or so after I plowed my way into her pussy I heard Mike moaning from Ashley’s other side, and I knew he was coming in her mouth. Ashley – who was of course well-practiced in swallowing semen – took his orgasm in stride, swallowing each drop of cum as it spurted from his cock. He pulled away. Suddenly I was the last one, ramming Ashley from behind over the tabletop while my two friends watched.

“Fuck me, Nick!” Ashley screamed from her newly freed lips. “Oh God, fuck me!”

I pounded away at her tight eighteen-year-old pussy.

“Big enough for you, Ashley?” Jake asked.

“Oh God yes!” she moaned in reply.

She was shaking on the table. My cock was evidently doing its duty: another orgasm was welling up in her.

“Ahh, ohhh, ahhh!” she screamed.

Ashley moaned and gripped the edge of the table with both hands.

“She’s coming, Nick!” Mike said.

So was I. Her orgasm pushed me irrevocably over the edge. I gave up all control.

“Ohhhh, fuuuuuck. . .” I moaned.

My cock burst inside her. A flow of cum spurted into her pussy, adding even more lubrication for my final few strokes. Ashley shook as I drove the last few strokes deep into her body. Finally I slipped away. She was still slumped over the table.

“Wow,” Mike said. “Not bad.”

“Not bad at all,” Ashley replied, smiling.

. . .

Jake and Mike both had to leave soon afterwards. Ashley, however, invited me to stay the night, and I was quite eager to accept. Of course it would require a tiny amount of deceit to work.

“Mike?” I said.

“Yeah?”

“I’m gonna call my parents and tell them I’m staying over at your place. Can you cover for me if they call?”

“Sure, Nick.”

“Thanks.”

I made the call, and a few minutes later Jake and Mike were out the door and on the road. Ashley and I hopped in bed – by this point neither of us felt terribly ashamed about sleeping naked together.

“Had a fun day?” she asked.

“Yeah. A lot of fun. Wasn’t exactly how I expected it to turn out, though.”

“Better or worse?”

“Better. Much better.”

“I thought so.”

She rolled over in the bed and looked at me. Her blue eyes were especially pretty in the glint of the streetlight pouring through the window.

“I want to learn more about you, Nick.”

“What do you want to know?”

“For one thing, I want to learn more about your sex life. Do you mind?”

“No.”

“Okay. When did you lose your virginity?”

“About eight months ago. To Mandy – Mandy Skellings.”

“She’s cute.”

“Yeah.”

“What’s the wildest thing you’ve ever done?”

I thought a second.

“I don’t know. I’m not really all that wild a guy. What I did tonight, I guess – on the table.”

She giggled.

“Yeah, that was pretty hot,” she said.

“What about you?” I said. “What’s the wildest thing you’ve done?”

“I don’t know. I’ve done too many wild things. And I expect to do a lot more.”

We were silent for a minute.

“How many people have you had sex with?” she asked.

“Counting you? Six, I guess.”

“In eight months? That’s not bad.”

“What about you?”

“Too many to count.” She laughed. “Well, if you count oral sex, at least.”

I blushed a little.

“I feel a little ashamed asking this,” I said, “but I kinda want you to tell me about that. You know, behind the gym and everything.”

She smiled.

“It’s pretty simple, really. I like sucking cock – like, pathologically. I guess it’s probably some sort of disorder. Maybe they’ll cure me someday.”

“You’re not afraid of getting, um, you know, catching something. . .”

“STD’s? Yeah, I thought of that a lot. That’s one reason I just sucked cocks instead of actually fucking them.”

“But you can catch stuff that way too. Speaking of which, we didn’t use a condom, did we?”

“No, I’m on the pill. Can’t stand condoms. Anyway, yeah, you can catch stuff giving blowjobs. But I generally had a pretty regular crowd and I would have heard about it quick if anyone got, like, a disease. Still, when it comes down to it I guess I was just lucky. I know for sure I’m clean, in case you were worried. But I really was pretty stupid. Funny, it was only a couple months ago but it feels so far away.”

“You regret it?”

She looked at the ceiling.

“No, not exactly. But it was stupid. It was really just like a kind of a rebellion, I guess.”

“Against who?”

“My parents – they don’t let me go on dates, you know. And my life, in general. I don’t really like this town. It’s so provincial. That’s why I’m so glad to be going off to college – to New York.”

“I’ll miss you,” I said.

She laughed.

“That’s sweet, Nick, but you hardly know me. Maybe by the end of the summer you’ll have the right to miss me.”

There was a pause.

“Can I show you something, Nick?” she asked.

“Sure.”

She got up and leaned down under the bed. After a minute of reaching under the mattress she finally pulled out a large army-green metal box with a small padlock around the latch. She unlocked it.

“I’ve never shown this to anyone,” she said. “But I heard you were into photography.”

She opened the box. One side of the box was filled with a bunch of videotapes, each one labeled with a date and a name – some of them, multiple names. The other side was stacked almost to the brim with Polaroid photos – I couldn’t see what they are because they had been placed black side up. She pulled out a pile of photos. I gasped as she turned them over.

“I love my Polaroid camera,” she said. “Don’t need to take in the film, don’t need to let any nosy developers see what you’re taking pictures of.”

The first picture was of a girl – it was Ashley, I realized with a start – on her bed, naked, legs spread. Her left hand was driving a dildo up her pussy, while the other held a camera. I realized it was a photo of a mirror – the same mirror, in fact, that was just a few feet away at the foot of the bed.

“What do you think?” she said.

“I. . . I don’t really know.”

She flipped through the photos. Each one showed her naked on the bed, each in a slightly different pose, as she worked her pussy alternately with the dildo and her fingers.

“Here’s another series,” she said.

The next photo showed her, again, but this time outside on the deck of her house – apparently she’d taken the initiative of transporting her mirror outside. The first shot was a remarkable feat of photographic composition: the right side of the picture showed the crowded beach, while the left was almost entirely filled by the mirror reflecting a view straight up her skirt to her fully-visible pussy. The next few pictures were variations on the same scene.

“I’m a little bit of an exhibitionist, if you couldn’t tell,” she said.

“Yeah. . .” I didn’t really know what to say.

“And here’s a little experiment I did just the other day,” she said, flipping to a new series of photos.

I gasped. They were pictures of her seen from behind as she was on all-fours on the bed, taken under her body and through her legs to catch the reflection in the mirror. She was holding the dildo, again, but this time pressed it against the tight little bud of her anus. The next photo showed it just barely slipping in; in the next, it was buried a few inches into her ass.

“I’ve never had anal sex,” she said. “I wanted to see what it felt like. And what it looked like, too.”

“Did you like it?” I managed to ask.

“Uh huh.”

She took away the photos and put them back in the box.

“Those are just a few examples,” she said. “But I want to show you some more stuff.”

She glanced over the videotapes in the box and pulled one out. It was marked “Jake, 4/24.”

“Watch,” she said.

Ashley popped the tape into the VCR. A little static, and then an image flickered on the screen. I recognized the room – it was the same room in which we were at that very moment. A few seconds passed with only the empty bed in view. Then, suddenly, two shapes tumbled onto the mattress. I recognized them as Ashley and Jake – both of them naked.

“Normally, I listen to these with headphones,” Ashley said. “But since my parents are gone I guess it doesn’t matter.”

On the screen, Jake started fucking Ashley. They were both moaning as he pounded her into the bed.

“But – why?” I asked, turning to her.

“Why do I make these tapes? I’m not sure. It turns me on. I like seeing myself, I guess – it brings back memories.”

“I bet,” I said.

I was feeling increasingly aroused – understandably, of course, given the nature of the little picture show Ashley was giving me.

“Here’s another one,” Ashley said.

She pulled out another tape and put it on. Again I recognized the setting: the corridor behind the gym. Ashley was kneeling on the ground; a few boys (five, once I bothered to count) were circled around her. She soon got to work sucking one, then another, then another, going between each of them, taking each of their hard shafts in her mouth in turn. Apparently she’d managed to set up a camera before her regulars arrived.

“Last time you didn’t stay long enough to get a good idea of what it’s really like,” she said.

I looked at the screen. Each of the boys on the screen had his cock in his hands. One of them, I noticed, was my friend Brian – the same Brian whom I’d witnessed receiving the same services on the last day of school.

“Wait,” I said, lost for words. “I mean, how? . .”

“How did I do it? There’s a little hole in the wall at this one point behind the gym – that’s why I always went to that same place. But most of the time I use a different technique. Here, let’s watch another tape.”

She sat up, reached around the mirror at the foot of the bed, and pulled out from behind it, as if by magic, a video camera. She extracted a tape from the camera and placed it in the VCR, returning the other tape to its place in the box. The screen showed her empty bedroom.

“Oh, let’s skip the boring part,” she said.

Ashley pressed fast-forward. In a minute two shapes zipped into the frame. After another minute of fast-forwarding Ashley pressed the play button. A man was lying back on the bed. A woman was giving him head. I realized with a shock the man was me, and the woman Ashley.

“You recorded that!” I cried.

“Uh huh.” She smiled. “I try to record everything, actually. I usually set up a camera behind that two-way mirror over there. It’s too bad I couldn’t get a camera set up in the dining room before, well. . . you know. That would’ve been hot.”

My own moans were emanating from the television. On the screen we’d switched to the sixty-nine position – from the camera’s viewpoint I could clearly see my own tongue as it lapped her pussy. Ashley looked into my eyes.

“You’re the first person I’ve ever showed any of this to.”

“Not even Jake or Mike?” I asked.

“No, of course not!”

“So why me?”

She leaned back in the bed.

“I don’t know. You’re different, somehow. I feel like I can trust you.”

. . .

We went to sleep without having sex – somewhat to my relief, in fact, since I figured allowing myself a little breathing room would likely improve my performance later on. In the morning I woke up in her arms. The air was already warm, but light was only just beginning to creep in through the window: both Ashley and I, it turned out, were habitual early risers. I put my trunks back on – still the only article of clothing I had with me – while Ashley rather informally put on a pair of pajama pants (light blue background with a red strawberry pattern – very cute) and an old t-shirt. We got up and fixed ourselves a little breakfast.

“So are you glad you got to know me?” Ashley asked.

“Very. In fact, I hope to get to know you a lot better.”

“I hope to get to know you better, too.”

I looked through the sliding glass doors to the beach. Gentle waves, their crests just barely edged with silver by the morning light, broke against the deserted beach.

“This is a beautiful place,” I said.

“Yeah. It’s one of the few perks of living with my parents, I guess.”

She looked out at the water. A single bird was gliding through the trough between two waves; otherwise, however, the scene was perfectly still and silent.

“Do you want to take a walk on the beach?” Ashley asked.

“Sure.”

We walked along the dunes with the ocean to our left. Ashley pulled up her pajamas to keep the bottoms from getting sandy. There were houses to our right, but each we passed was dark and motionless.

“There’s not a soul in sight,” I said.

“It’s always like that this time in the morning. That’s why I like taking walks now. Later on there’s no privacy.”

“You didn’t strike me as a girl who put too much value on privacy.”

“In certain circumstances, I do. Like, for instance, if I wanted to do this.”

We stopped walking. She turned to me and wrapped her arms around my waist. We embraced slowly. Her lips met mine, and I closed my eyes. We kissed as the waves broke behind us. I melted into the soft warmth of her mouth. After a minute we parted.

“Or this,” she said.

She pulled up her shirt – pulled it up over her head and dropped it to the ground. Her perky tits, topped by the little light pink buds of her nipples, bounced into the open air. As we kissed again I brought my hands to her chest, feeling the soft but shapely mound of her breasts. Her nipples slipped through the gaps between my fingers. After a minute of kissing she pulled back again.

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