The Best of the Best 2
Published by Carl East
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Copyright 2010 - Carl East
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Blond and Wet the Complete Story
Chapter 1
My name is Cherry and I’ve just turned nineteen years of age. My story is unbelievable but true, yet whenever I think back I can’t believe it happened to me. I’d just turned sixteen when I started to notice changes within my own body, like my breasts developing seemingly overnight into a bust any woman would be proud of.
I was the kind of girl who had boys lining up to ask me out on a date, but I had ambitions of becoming a Doctor and would always put them off with excuses while I studied hard. My mother and father were very proud of me, and the older I got the more I didn’t want to let them down. By the time I was eighteen I’d been accepted into the local college, and that’s where this story really begins.
I stood at six foot and being naturally blonde I tended to get noticed a lot, but at the same time I realized that I was starting to notice boys for the first time, and I mean really notice them. There was this one guy (Eric was his name) who was slightly taller than me, and whenever we talked together I always seemed to notice the bulge in the front of his pants. Before him I’d never really paid much attention to boys, other than to flirt occasionally with the cutest of them from time to time.
It was during this time that my body began to do things I’d never experienced before. In hind sight I think it was the sexual awareness that had eluded me in the past catching up on me, because I started to get wet whenever someone touched me. It could be the most innocent of touches, like a guy tapping me on the shoulder to get my attention. I’d turn around and suddenly feel my panties getting damp.
I started to wonder if this was normal, so I asked my mother for advice. She told me that she’d never experienced what I was going through, and that perhaps I should get our Doctor to check me over. Her thinking was that perhaps my hormones were out of whack, and that I needed some sort of drug to calm them down. I told her I’d see how it goes in the next couple of weeks and that if it became too much of a problem I would take her advice.
I’m glad I did, because the very next day something was going to happen that I wasn’t ready for but would enjoy immensely. I remember getting my clothes together that day and getting dressed for college. I put on a white pair of cotton panties first and noticed straight away that they’d shrunk a little in the wash. At the time I didn’t think much of it, as they still felt snug and hugged all the right places. I wore a short red skirt and a white blouse and my black shoes, before rushing a piece of toast and saying my goodbyes as I left the house. My first study class that day was a lecture on the human anatomy, and it was going to be given by a young man with whom I’d developed a crush on.
It was when I sat down in that class that I noticed I was going to have a problem, because as my butt cheeks spread out a little on the seat, my already tight panties seemed to tighten even more and ride up my pussy. I could feel my pussy lips bulging, on either side of my panties, and what made it worse was that I was sitting in the front row wearing a short skirt. With each row of seats higher than the one before it, I must have been in the perfect place for the Teacher to see between my legs.
I closed my legs at first and just tried to concentrate on what he was saying, but then I noticed if I squirmed just a little the fabric of my panties would rub against my clit and before I could do anything about it I was starting to get wet. I felt a flush in my cheeks and tried to stop what was happening to me, by first opening my legs slightly to try and stop the rubbing. It was then that I noticed the Teacher had caught sight of my predicament, which made things even worse.
The thought of his eyes looking at the indent of my panties along my pussy line was making me even wetter. Then I remembered getting my panties wet when washing my face in the bathroom at home, and how they became almost translucent with the water. Picture a wet tee-shirt competition and you’ll get the idea. The realization that he could probably see my pussy made me feel so hot that I did something to this day I’m ashamed of. I spread my legs further apart and deliberately slid down the chair a little knowing full well that my panties would ride up even higher.
It felt like string between my wet lips, and the feelings coursing through my body were almost electric. I started to stare at the teacher’s crotch whenever he would turn around and suddenly realized that he was getting an erection. I could picture his cock bulging against the fabric of his pants, and I so wanted to apologize for the situation I’d placed him in. He turned around less and less after that, choosing to talk with his back to the class as he wrote things on the blackboard. I still had the mental image of his hardened cock throbbing within his pants, and for the first time that day I noticed my nipples had hardened considerably beneath my blouse. I couldn’t believe how wet I was getting, and by now I wasn’t paying any attention to what was being said. When I felt the finger pushing my panties inside of me in an effort to stroke my clit, I was almost convinced it belonged to someone else. When I tentatively looked down I realized that it was my own finger, I’d unconsciously moved my hand between my legs to rub myself.
By now I was lost in the moment, as nothing around me mattered anymore. I remember thinking how I wanted the teacher to turn around, just to see what I was doing. That thought alone made me quiver with excitement, and suddenly I was pulling my panties to one side and pushing my finger in as deep as it would go. Within seconds my hand felt soaked as the moistness ran over it and then he turned once more and looked directly between my legs. As he did so I came so hard and felt my fingers spreading my lips apart for his pleasure.
He turned back after that and never looked again, and that’s when the guilt of what I’d done started to catch up with me. I closed my legs and sat up straight noticing that several young guys to either side of me were staring in my direction. ‘Oh my God, had they witnessed everything I’d been doing? I thought, feeling another strong flush in my face cheeks.
After the Lecture I gathered myself together, and stood to leave.
“Cherry, Michael and Steve could you stay behind, I need to talk with you all,” said the teacher as we began to walk up the steps.
I started to panic, wondering if I was going to be expelled. My panties were still soaked and I felt decidedly uncomfortable. By the time the room was emptied I felt like a nervous wreck, I couldn’t have my parents know about what had transpired here because the shame would be too much to bear.
“Okay people, take a seat…” he started to say.
“Sir I’m so sorry for my behavior, I don’t know what came over me,” I blurted out.
“It’s called hormones Cherry, and believe it or not I’ve witnessed it once before. However, hormones aside you still have the ability to stop yourself, as do you gentlemen. Playing with your selves during a lecture for whatever reason is not acceptable,” he said, looking at the two guys.
The thought that I had given not one but three people a show that day made me feel hot all over again.
“I’m sorry sir, but Cherry is so hot and what she was doing during class was unbelievable,” said Michael, with Steve nodding in agreement.
“I realize that, and I sympathize but I won’t tolerate it in the future, is that understood?”
We all agreed, and after he told us that this time was just a warning we all gasped a sigh of relief as we turned to leave. Once outside the study hall, the guys asked what the hell I’d been thinking about and for some reason I felt I owed them an explanation. I told them about my recent bout with becoming wet at the slightest touch, and didn’t really notice their intense interest in that part of my story. By the time I’d finished, they were almost thanking me for my performance and that it would be something they remembered for the rest of their lives. After that they asked me what I was doing in my next class and when I would be finished. I told them thinking it was a way for them to get off of the subject at hand and went on my way.
I had no such trouble in my next class as the professor doing the lecture was in his sixties and not in the slightest bit desirable. When I left that lecture I did what I always did and headed for the locker room where I keep my packed lunch. Once I entered I could hear voices coming from the shower area, and walked in to find Michael, Steve and Eric.
“What are you three doing in the girls showers? I said, looking at Eric’s gorgeous face as I did so.
“We wanted to see you about something and Eric here knew your routine,” said Steve with a wry grin.
“Oh and what would that be?” I replied.
Without saying anything further they suddenly surrounded me, and Steve, who was behind me, whispered something in my ear.
“We want to see how wet you can get,” he said softly.
My body quivered with both fear and excitement at that point, not knowing if they intended me harm or were just looking for a good time. Then they started to touch me very gently, first on the arms, shoulder and neck before running their hands over my breasts and butt. I think they were looking for signs of disapproval before going any further and when I showed none their hands started to wander further. My nipples hardened the instant I felt a finger gliding over the indent of my panties, and suddenly they were undressing me.
In hindsight I should have stopped what was going on, but there was something so exciting about that moment I just had to go with it, just to see what would happen next. It was when Eric kissed me that I knew I was going to let this go too far. I felt so hot and wet, and the thought of this stud taking me in the shower room was probably the hottest thing I could imagine.
Pretty soon I was down to just my bra and panties, and the guys began to remove their clothing. The first time I came that day was when Eric removed his pants and then slid down his under wear revealing a nice hard cock. I just knew that they could see a wet patch on my panties, and as I stood there waiting for the last one to remove his clothes I couldn’t help wondering how all of this was going to play out.
I was pleased when Eric was the first to make a move, as he stood in front of me I couldn’t help but reach out a hand and grasp his hardness. He smiled and then kissed me once again, before slipping his hand into my panties and stroking the moistness beneath. His hardened member throbbed in my hand, and then I felt someone unclasping my bra from behind and discarding it onto the shower floor.
Eric then used both hands and pushed my wet panties down to my knees, before getting to his knees and pulling them off completely. I stepped out of them, and felt him holding my legs apart, before licking my womanhood while parting the wet lips with two fingers. I could feel my nipples straining to get harder, and then Eric lay on his back and pulled me with him.
I’d all but forgotten the other two guys, until I felt Eric’s hardness pushing against my moist pussy lips. When he suddenly slid inside me I closed my eyes, and the sensations of that one event sent a tingling feeling from the tip of my toes to the small of my back. I was now sitting astride Eric on my knees as he pushed up repeatedly. The feeling of his meat filling me up was something I would never forget, but what happened next would be hard to equal.
I felt someone push me forward slightly and looked around to see Steve positioning himself to take me from behind. My first thought was ‘No’ not in my ass, but to my utter amazement he began to probe the area that was already occupied. When he suddenly managed to pop in along side Eric, I came so hard I thought I’d faint. I couldn’t believe that someone could get this wet, yet there I was being fucked by two guys at the same time and wishing it would never end.
That’s when I noticed Michael for the first time since he’d undressed; he was standing in front of me sliding his cock through his hand as he watched what was happening. Eric then reached up to grip my breasts with both hands, and I loved the sensation of my hardened nipples poking into the palms of his hands. When I looked again Michael was standing much nearer, and I understood what he was after.
The trouble was I’d never given oral sex before, but with all the lust in that room at that moment I was willing to give anything a try. I ushered him forward, more with my eyes than with anything else and as he stepped nearer I opened my mouth. The feel of his penis sliding between my lips was another sexual experience I would never forget.
It hard a soft feel to it at first until he pushed it deeper into my mouth, and I began to suck on it. Beneath me Steve was winning the battle of entering me the furthest, but with all the sensations I was experiencing it didn’t matter. I’d already come three times, and with Eric below me pushing up hard I knew I was going to come again.
I’d gotten into a kind of rhythm with Michael now, and was allowing half of his hardness to penetrate my mouth. What I didn’t know was how close he was to coming, because a few seconds after thinking I could be quite good at this he ejaculated inside my mouth. It tasted salty and not unpleasant, and as he mourned out loud I sucked him harder in an attempt to suck him dry. At that moment both Steve and Eric shouted that they were going to come as well, and I told them not inside me.
A few seconds later Eric pulled out and was spurting his load onto my belly, followed closely by Steve who shot his onto my back. Everything went silent for a couple of minutes after that, until Michael pointed out that within ten more minutes the bell would ring for the end of the day and we’d need to be out of there.
Needless to say we all took advantage of the showers after that and was soon dressed and leaving the shower room. They all thanked me for a wonderful time as if I’d done them some sort of favor, and then we all went our separate ways.
As I walked home I couldn’t get the days events out of my mind, and by the time I reached home my panties were soaked once again. I slept so well that night and had an amazing dream about a stud who took me over and over again; I was rather disappointed to wake up before the end of it.
Upon waking up though I found that my sheets were soaked, and I had this insatiable urge to fuck. I had to fight it during breakfast, and when my hormones finally started to subside I took a walk out into the garden.
It was a Saturday that day so there was no school, and I found that all I wanted to do was try to regain a little composure before venturing out to see friends. I sat down on the lounger just outside the back door and began to read a book by my favorite Author. I was wearing a short skirt and midriff tee shirt.
A few minutes had passed when I spotted a glare coming from the neighbor’s window opposite us. I knew exactly who it was, they had a son who was about my age and I’d caught him spying on us a few times in the past with a pair of binoculars. Until now I would’ve ignored him, thinking just let him have his fun but now after the day before I was having naughty thoughts.
I quickly went back inside and removed my panties before coming out again with a drink of coke and laying it by the lounger; I then lay back down and pretended to read. I just knew he was still watching me, and with the book covering my face I started to pull my skirt up until I knew he could see my wet pussy. He must have thought I was getting aroused by my book or something, and I knew that by now he’d have his cock in his hand and would be stroking it fiercely. I deliberately ran the tip of my finger through the delicate folds of my womanhood, and even spread the lips a little as I did so.
I could only imagine what he was going through, but I was sure he was having a good time. That’s when I heard the son I thought was watching me shout up from the garden to his own room.
“Dad, what are you doing in my room?”
For whatever reason, I found that so arousing that a man was actually watching me and I poked my finger deep inside me and started to finger fuck myself. Within seconds I was coming, and I’d never felt so hot by doing the deed myself. Just then I could hear my Mother calling out that she was back from the store, and I quickly straightened myself up and entered the house.
As I did so I couldn’t help thinking that I would have to give that man another show sometime in the future. I think it would be fair to say that my sexual awakening had arrived big time after yesterday and today and I couldn’t help wondering what my next adventure would entail.
Chapter 2
At first my sexual adventures seemed to be wonderful, but the fact that I was now getting wet from just looking at a man, started to make me believe that there was something seriously wrong with my body.
With that in mind I decided to go and see our Doctor. Fortunately we have a female Doctor so I felt pretty comfortable telling her all about my problem. After blood tests and another visit, I found that the Doctor had some answers for me.
“Well Cherry, first of all your complaint isn’t unique. There are a lot of women out there that get wet very easily, however most of these people don’t have your level of hormonal imbalance. It’s almost as if you’ve triggered your body’s chemistry into producing three-times as much lubrication as a normal woman would. From what you’ve told me, with all your hard work in trying to please your parents and suppressing your body’s natural urges I’m thinking that in time what is happening to your body will correct itself,” said the Doctor.
“So, I don’t need any drugs?”
“No, there is a route we can take if this is still happening in say another year’s time, but I think it’s too drastic to contemplate right now. My advice is to try and think of other things when you have this problem, or find a way to relieve your self. I see you smiling at that Cherry, but our bodies are only telling us what we need to know most of the time. Yours is over active and as far as I can see, provided you are careful about sleeping around there is no shame in letting the body have what it wants.”
With that I thanked the Doctor for her honesty and left, but I couldn’t help wondering where all of this would take me.
Because I was on a summer break there was no college for the next three weeks so I decided to go into town and see if I could find myself a part time job. I must have walked the high street for over an hour looking for any want ads in the windows until I came across a unisex clothes store. It specialized in men and women’s business suits, and there was an ad in the window looking for a student for a few weeks work. My first thought as I entered the store was that I couldn’t possibly be the first student who had tried for this position. Soon I was introducing myself to the proprietor, and telling him my needs for spring break. His name was Nick and he’d interviewed five other prospective candidates so far for this position.
It turned out that he’d already decided on a new assistant but he had something I might be interested in. Apparently there was a studio above his store, and the professional photographer that ran it was looking for a model to pose for a supermarket chain catalog. It would be summer wear, and that the pay was pretty good.
Needless to say I was taken by surprise by all this, but when Nick told me that I’d be paid $35 an hour if I got the job I told him I’d love to try out for it. After a quick telephone call, Nick told me that Randy was on his way down and would be with me in a minute.
I stood there feeling very nervous for some reason, as I was a bit unsure of what would be required of me. When Randy appeared a minute later all those nerves vanished, and I think it was because he was clearly gay. You could tell by the way he carried himself, and by how he spoke.
“My, aren’t you the perfect one,” he said, walking around me to take in the whole picture.
He then went on to explain that I was just what he was looking for, and that the rate was $35 an hour.
I accepted straight away, knowing that the money would come in handy. He then told me to follow him, and that he wanted to show me where I would be working. I was surprised by how big the studio was when we got there, and it was clear that Randy took his business really seriously. There were lights of various sizes surrounding a raised plinth, with a back drop of a forest. I assumed he had other back drops as well, for what ever scene he was going for.
On a table behind the lights were numerous cameras, some of which looked really expensive.
“This is it my dear, this is where all the action takes place. I have a large shipment of clothes coming in tomorrow, so we’re going to be very busy. All I expect from you Cherry is to change into the various items that I will hand you, and follow my lead. I have to say, you have a perfect body for this kind of work sister. So…what do you think are you up for it?”
“Yes, I’d love to try,” I replied, feeling very happy that I’d landed such a good job on my first try.
We shook hands after that and he told me what time to be there the next morning, and that was it I left and went home.
***
The next day I arrived a little early, but Randy was there setting up his equipment and eager to start the day off. We had to wait for thirty minutes before the post arrived, and he discovered that they’d sent the swim wear first instead of the summer clothes he was expecting. He was quite apologetic about all this; as he’d wanted to put me at ease first with the more secure and relaxed feel of summer clothes before subjecting me to posing in swim wear.
To be honest though, it didn’t really bother me as I knew I looked good in bikinis and one piece swim wear costumes. After finding that out, he proceeded to explain what he would want from me. I would be dressing in each outfit and he’d be taking a number of shots from all angles until he’d gotten the one shot that fit the particular outfit I was posing for.
The first two hours consisted of one piece swim wear, and the back drop he was using was a picture of a beach front with the blue ocean behind. He’d laid out a towel and erected a huge sun blocking umbrella to add to the feel of it all and the lights did the rest. After two hours of the lights it actually started to feel like sun bathing, which is why when the one piece set was complete he told me we’d be having an hours break for lunch.
He’d gone out of his way the day before and prepared a salad for us both, which I thought, was nice. It was while we were eating that salad that I spotted another mini studio off at the back. I asked him about it.
“Oh that’s where the real money is Ducky; I have a few clients that use me for adult pictures. You know the kind of thing you’d find in men’s magazines. Trust me though it’s not for you, although having said that you’d probably be in great demand. They tend to like the younger ones, but the pictures they want are sometimes extreme.”
“Extreme…in what way?” I replied, suddenly very interested in what he meant.
This time however he didn’t answer the question, he simply handed me a glossy album. In my naivety I opened to the first page, and there was a close up picture of a young woman sucking a large cock. It wasn’t until I’d gotten to the fourth page that I realized I was getting really wet. These pictures were not only graphic they were all extremely erotic to me. Randy was surprised by the time I’d reached the last page that I’d gone through it all without as much as a murmur of indignation.
“I think you’re an amazing photographer Randy, those pictures were really cool,” I said.
“Well thank you child, it’s not often I get to talk to someone who actually appreciates my work. I’m interested though; those pictures didn’t seem to shock you at all. I mean normally showing that kind of material to anyone of your age would have embarrassed them beyond belief.”
“Actually Randy I thought they were quite erotic, and I couldn’t help imagining myself as the model,” I replied bluntly.
That took him by surprise and I could see it also made him quite excited.
“Oh my God Sweetie, if you want you can do a test set for me today and we’ll take it from there.”
I told him ok and after lunch we set about finishing off the two piece outfits before calling it a day on the catalog. After another short break I phoned my mother to let her know where I was and that I’d be home late that night, and then Randy led me to the back room.
This was the complete opposite of his bigger studio, in that it had soft looking rugs adorning the floors and wall and the lighting was more severe. He had a filter over his largest spot light with reds, blues and white colors being the most used.
“Ok Sweetie, now you’ve seen the kind of thing I do in here so anytime you feel uncomfortable with whatever goes on in this studio you let me know, ok?”
“Fair enough,” I replied, as I walked into the center of the studio.
Randy handed me a two piece outfit after that, a really tiny cut up tee shirt and a mini skirt. I then went out the back and changed into them. When I was finished I looked around at the full length mirror behind me. You could see the bottom of my breasts as the tee shirt barely covered them and the mini skirt was almost level with my pussy.
I walked out feeling like a bit of a slut, but I couldn’t help being turned on by how Randy looked at me even though I knew he was gay.
“Wow child, you look breathtaking,” he said, as he carried on setting up his equipment.
I stood there feel a little self conscious while I watched him doing his thing, and then we started. At first Randy just wanted me to pose seductively while he took various shots from all angles, and then he began to ask me to do things. His first request was that I lift up one side of my shirt to reveal a single breast, which I did. He then took several pictures both near and around me.
By the time that particular pose was over my nipples were very erect. I think it was because I could imagine men out there looking at these images and possibly playing with themselves as they did so.
Randy then asked me to turn around and bend over and to look around at the camera, and of course I knew that I’d be revealing it all to him then, but I did as he asked. Click, click, click went the camera as he got close and took close ups, and at one point even beneath me so he could take an up shot.
After that I was asked to remove the tee shirt and posed in another few provocative positions and this was how it went on for the next one and a half hours. When we’d finished he handed me an envelope and told me to get dressed, which I did.
As I was coming back in I looked inside the envelope and found $250 dollars in cash. ‘My God,’ I thought, ‘that was easy money.’
Randy thanked me for the session, and told me he’d see me tomorrow. I of course was very happy and wished him a good night, before grabbing my jacket and leaving for the day.
***
The next day was the most exciting for me, because no sooner had I arrived than Randy was asking me if I wanted to go a step further on his late night shoot. When I asked him what he meant, he told me he had a couple of male models coming in tonight, and that the shots would be very steamy. In fact he likened them to his own personal album, which I saw the day before.
He seemed very happy when I said yes it would be alright, he also informed me that the money was a lot better. After that was out the way we then continued with his day job, and this time the summer clothes had turned up. It turned out to be a very pleasant day, and I vowed that at some point I’d try to buy some of the items I was posing for.
It was about five ‘o clock when Randy said that that would be enough, and a few minutes later the two guys he’d told me about arrived. I couldn’t help staring at them both, and I kid you not when I say that they were both Adonis’s. These were the type of guys you see on the front of magazines with bronzed muscles and lumps in all the right places.
The first thing they did was to get undressed and put on the tiniest briefs I’d ever seen, which made their packets look enormous. Randy gave me a two piece bathing costume, which consisted of a tiny thong and little more than nipple coverers for a top.
I was wet before they came anywhere near me. Randy then went on to explain a few things to me.
“Cherry, all you really have to do is take their lead, they’re professionals and they know exactly what kind of shots I want and what are the most popular positions to take, ok?”
“Ok,” I replied, looking at them both.
“Oh and by the way, this is Paul,” said Randy.
“Hi Cherry, pleased to meet you,” said Paul.
“And this is Philip.”
“Hi Cherry, don’t look so nervous it’ll be fine you’ll see,” said Philip.
With the introductions out of the way, the guys went into professional mode. The first thing that happened was Philip pushed up one side of my top and held my breast while pretending to kiss the other one. Click, click, click went the camera, and then Paul removed his briefs and held onto his hardened cock while Philip took hold of my hand and placed it over his.
Click, click, and click.
After a few more close up shots of that kind of position, we then got down onto the rug below us and the guys just winked at me. First I was sitting astride Philip, and the tip of his cock was actually just penetrating my womanhood as the camera went off again. Then Paul joined in by placing his cock right next to my lips and I was told to open my mouth. I knew what that picture would look like, after a lot of close ups of that one I was told to sit on top of Philip, while Paul got in from behind. Although we were not having sex, the tips of both their cocks were penetrating me and the more this went on the wetter I became.
At one point I was screaming out in my mind for one of them to please fuck me. It was another hour before Randy had had enough, which is when he turned to me and asked the one question I was hoping someone would ask that night.
“I can tell that you’ve really enjoyed tonight’s shoot Cherry, now the thing is the guys normally go at it with the models after that kind of session. However, knowing that you are new they wanted me to ask if it was alright first. It can really turn the models on when they do this, and I have no problems with allowing them to let out their frustrations when it’s all over?” said Randy.
“I’d love to,” I replied, meaning ever single word.
“Would you mind if I took some more shots while you three are going at it?”
“No, I don’t mind.”
With that both Philip and Paul were naked and leading me back to the soft rug. I took off the swim wear and got onto the floor once again.
Philip turned me around so that I was on my knees and Paul wasted no time in entering me from behind. The feel of that hard cock entering me was something I’d wanted all night long, and as I felt him gripping my butt cheeks I couldn’t help thinking ‘Pound that pussy mister, and show no mercy.’
Philip then knelt down in front and I hungrily opened my mouth to let him in. It was while I was sucking his cock that Paul started to really slam his cock into me, and the harder he did the wetter I got. I must have been so relaxed that at one moment Philip was managing to get his entire cock into my throat and the feel of his bell end rubbing the back of my tongue was really turning me on. I grip his member and started to slurp on it like it was some kind of food. I licked his length and stroked him, and only then did I hear the clicks coming from Randy’s camera. I must have been oblivious before that moment, and then Philip started to groan and I knew what was coming next. I loved the anticipation as his cock twitched and pulsated inside my mouth and then suddenly he came.
I could feel the spray of his semen hitting the back of my throat, and for a brief moment I gagged before getting it back under control and sucking him dry for all I was worth. I’ll always remember him pulling out of my mouth and me licking the last drop from the tip. He was still hard, and I was just starting to orgasm. That’s when Paul moaned out loud and pulled his cock out to cum all over my back.
Click, click, and click.
Philip asked Paul to swap positions after that, which they did, only this time I was sitting on top of Philip and riding his hardness. When Paul got behind me and began to probe my ass I turned around in shock, I still hadn’t been taken from there yet and I was unsure about it. He must have seen the look on my face because he changed his plans and for the second time in my life I could feel another cock entering the same hole at the same time.
Click, click and click.
The awesome feeling of both their cocks fighting for a position inside me was the most thrilling feeling I’d ever experienced. I can’t begin to explain how wonderful it really was. I was so wet, the thing I remember the most is how both cocks were fighting each other to get inside. Then I felt the unbelievable moment when they stretched my pussy wide so they could both get in at once.
These two must have done this before though because within a few seconds one was going in as the other was coming out and when I came for the second time that night I couldn’t seem to stop. I was having what could only be described as mini orgasms, because I couldn’t identify the start of one and the end of another. All I know for sure was that I was wetter than I’d ever been and could feel how damp my inner thighs were.
Click, click and click went the camera, and I could only imagine the kinds of pictures Randy was getting right now.
It was another five minutes before they both started to cum again, and by then I felt totally exhausted. It took me five more minutes to just open my eyes, and find Randy holding a towel out for me and pointing to the shower.
I was soon cleaned up and went back to join the guys, only to find that they’d left for the night. Randy was full of admiration for what I’d just done, and when he handed me two envelopes he told me that one of them was a bonus for a job well done. I wished him a goodnight and left saying that I’d see him again tomorrow.
On my way home I checked the envelopes and discovered that he’d paid me over seven hundred dollars for that night’s work. I couldn’t believe my luck, and that’s how the rest of my spring break went. I had a few more adventures in the studio, but that night was never topped.
Chapter 3
I was having the time of my life; it couldn’t get better than this. I’d just had an amazing Spring break and was back at college, and my studying was going well. I still had my little problem, an over active hormonal imbalance, but I was learning to cope with it. I had the summer to look forward to and the parties that I’d heard good things about, here on the college grounds.
For right now though I had a class to attend, and I was running late. The college was still pretty new to me and I’d found it hard to find my way around at first. When I located the room I was supposed to be in, I apologized for my tardiness and took a seat. This lesson was a more practical approach to the medical profession, as there were going to be actual examinations and a question and answer period.
Professor Quinn was the teacher this day, and he was showing us with the aid of volunteers the aortic artery which was the main artery in all us mammals that carries blood from the left ventricle of the heart to all the branch arteries in the body except those in the lungs.
When he first asked for a volunteer I kept my hand down, but I think as punishment for being late he asked me to step forward. I hated being the center of attention, but I got out of my seat and walked up to his desk.
“It’s Cherry isn’t it?” he said.
“Yes sir,” I replied.
“Ok Cherry, if you wouldn’t mind could I ask you to run around the class three times and then stand in front of the desk when you’ve done, ok?”
I then went off as he asked, up to the top around the chairs and down again passing the professor as he was explaining the importance of a stethoscope. By the time I came around the third time I was starting to breathe heavier, and he immediately placed the stethoscope just under my left breast over my blouse and turned on a microphone that was attached to it.
Bum…bum…bum…bum…bum went my heart through the speakers.
“As you can all hear Cherry here has a good strong heart, but keep listening to how long it takes for her heart to slow back down to normal. The rhythm you are hearing is going to be music to your ears in the future and it’s something you need to get to grips with sooner rather than later. To understand how a heart should sound may make all the difference in saving or losing a life, so take heed.”
That was pretty much how the rest of the class went, and we were all given a ten question test at the end of it all. I left that class feeling that I’d actually learnt something useful, and that was what it was all about after all.
When lunch time came around I went straight to the cafeteria and bought myself a salad, which is when I met Meat for the first time. The jocks were coming in after having a shower from football, and someone called out Meat to think fast. By the time this Meat guy had turned though the ball that had been thrown was already passing him and heading towards my table.
I just managed to duck out of the way, as it hit the table and bounced onto the wall behind me. Meat came over to my table and apologized for their behavior, to which I told him it didn’t matter. It was then that I saw the bulge in this Meat’s pants, and knew exactly why his friends called him Meat. Suddenly I was wet again, and trying my hardest to think of something other than some huge cock on a jock.
“Hi by the way, I’m Mike but as you probably heard they call me Meat. I don’t think I’ve seen you before,” he said holding out his hand.
I shook it and then answered him, “I’m Cherry, pleased to meet you Mike, or Meat if you prefer.”
He laughed at that and asked if I minded him joining me for lunch, I saw nothing wrong with the suggestion and just said “fine with me.”
Soon he’d gotten himself a meal and we were talking about what we were studying, and although he was a jock it turned out he was studying to be a lawyer, which only goes to prove you can’t judge a book by its cover. It transpired over lunch that we had quite a bit in common. He liked the same sort of music as me and even our tastes in movies were very similar. So it probably wouldn’t surprise anyone to learn that we got on quite well.
After lunch he said goodbye and that he’d see me later, which I took to mean whenever we bumped into one another again. It wasn’t until two weeks later that I ran into him again, as he’d been invited to one of the many parties on campus. He was drinking a beer when I walked in.
“Hi Cherry, at last someone I actually know,” he said, with a broad grin on his face, “would you like a drink?”
“Yes please, you can get me the same as your drinking that is a beer your drinking isn’t it?”
“Yes it is, I’ll be back in a minute,” he shouted, as the music came back on and as usual was way too loud.
When he came back we moved further into the dorm, as we couldn’t hear one another speak. We had a few drinks and the party started to liven up a bit, of course there was the usual stupid person who threw up, leaving the host to clean up the mess, other than that though it was actually a good party. By ten o’ clock everyone it seemed had a partner and was necking wherever they could find a space. The music had been turned down low, and the lighting was dimmed.
When I got a tap on my shoulder, I turned to find Mike pointing over to one corner of the room. There we could see a young girl sucking the hell out of her boyfriends cock, and he was just sprawled in the corner with his pants down. We laughed at that, and then Mike whispered something in my ear.
“What say we go upstairs and make out?” he said.
I looked around the room and with all the action going on I felt I needed to be apart of it all so I agreed. I followed him, as we carefully picked our way through the crowd on the floor and even had to dodge around a few on the stairs. When we got up stairs, the only room that didn’t have anyone in it was the bathroom so we entered and locked the door.
We didn’t waste much time once inside, we both stripped off to our underwear and just threw our clothes onto the floor. I hadn’t been paying attention to Mike, but when I turned around and saw his cock as he removed his briefs I openly gasped.
“Oh my God, I knew why they called you Meat but I wasn’t expecting that,” I said, as I pointed down to the biggest cock I’d ever seen.
I had this sudden urge to try and give this guy head, and dropped to my knees in order to do so. I then held it for the first time, and the feel of the thickness and how long it was would be engraved in my mind for the rest of my life. I slowly moved my head forward and allowed my lips to encircle it, thankfully Mike didn’t push forward he just let me do all the work.
I had to open my mouth wide and could just about manage to get three or four inches inside as I started to suck on the end. I massaged his balls with one hand as I held his cock up with the other, and noticed that he still wasn’t fully erect. That changed once I had a rhythm going, and the feel of his cock pulsating inside my mouth made me extremely wet. I couldn’t help imagining this thing inside me, and how much I wanted to feel it.
I started to stroke it as I sucked, and before long his moans of satisfaction were getting louder. The more I sucked the more I wanted to see how much semen this guy would produce, which in turn made me perform even better. It was like receiving a present; you simply had to get the wrapping off to see what was inside. I don’t think I was ready when he shouted out that he was coming, because I was licking the tip as he did so and a great wad of sticky semen splashed onto my cheek and ran down to my neck. When he came again I had it back in my mouth and could feel the surge of his second explosive exit sliding over my tongue. I kept sucking to keep him hard and when he told me he couldn’t take any more I stood up and removed my panties.
“I want that thing inside me,” I said, as I bent over the bath tub.
Mike got behind me and held onto my buttocks, and a second later I could feel his still hard cock probing the entrance. The anticipation and longing that I felt made it easy for him to slide it in, and as it kept going I gripped the tub and closed my eyes. He was slow at first which I appreciated, until he’d tested the water’s so to speak and found that I was more than capable of taking his meat.
After that he started to fuck me harder, and I couldn’t believe how much of his cock was going into me. I just got wetter and wetter, until finally I could hear his thighs slapping against my ass with each forward motion and I knew I was going to climax big time. When I did come the spasm of ecstasy that coursed through my body made me tighten around the object that was causing it, and I suddenly started to experience those mini orgasms that I’d felt not so long ago.
You couldn’t tell when one started and the other ended, and it went on like that for another fifteen minutes before Mike suddenly shouted that he was going to cum again. I told him to pull out, which he did and I could feel the splash of hot semen hitting my back and running down to the side. I turned around like some common slut to lick and suck him dry; I just felt so hot after all that pounding because I loved that cock of his.
Shortly after that we were dressed again, and I was thanking him for a wonderful time. He walked me to my dorm and we kissed at the entrance before telling one another goodnight, and I just knew that I wanted him as my boyfriend after that. I didn’t say anything though, I figured if he wants me he’ll ask.
***
The following day was bright and sunny, and I was invited to two more parties but I said no to both. I kind of hoped Mike would come along and ask me to be his girlfriend, but that didn’t happen. Later on that day I got invited to another party only this time it was an all girl affair and I thought at least nothing would happen there and if Mike did ask me out I wouldn’t have any secrets to keep from him so I said yes.
When I arrived at eight o’ clock that night, I was greeted by the host and told to place a blind fold on. I just thought what the hell and slipped the blind fold I’d been handed over my eyes. Next I was led to a room upstairs, and could hear murmuring from voices all around me. When the blind fold was taken off I found myself in a room lit only by large candles and I was surrounded by at least ten other girls all sitting on cushions on the floor, some of which I knew. I took an empty cushion and sat down to join the rest.
“Hi Kate, what’s with all the secrecy?” I said.
“Oh its part of their initiation, they take this pledge thing really seriously. I’ve been to one of their parties before though and it’s usually a lot of fun. The party itself won’t start until the last guest arrives, and then we talk, drink and play games,” she replied.
We had a chance to talk for a while after that, and Kate introduced me to a couple of her friends. About an hour later everyone that was coming had arrived, and we were all drinking and sharing stories of the events of this past year. I told them about Mike, and found out that at least three of the girls had already been there, which didn’t really surprise me.
After a few drinks though the party livened up a little and we started to play games, the first being truth or dare. I’d never actually played this game before but I’d heard of it. It started off with everyone throwing two dice into the center, and the lowest number that came up would indicate the loser. She would then have to pick anyone in the room and that person would have to give here a truth or dare challenge.
The first few were all truth questions, like have you ever sucked a man’s cock and things like that. It was quite funny to see them squirm with their answers, however when it came to me losing and I picked someone out to be my questioner she gave me a dare. First though she produced a box, and after rummaging through it she brought out a large dildo.
“I dare you to try and make yourself cum with this in front of everyone,” she said, and all eyes were on me.
I immediately thought that I was being set up here, but then I thought what the hell I’ll be damned if I’m going to be the first one to refuse a dare so I took hold of the dildo and accepted the challenge. Most of the other girls couldn’t believe that I was actually going to do it, which for some reason made me wet. I think it was the thought of all these people watching me doing the deed. I immediately removed my panties and sat back onto my large cushion, before pulling my skirt up and placing the dildo at the entrance.
Almost every one of them was watching me, and because I was already wet I found it easy to push the dildo inside. Once inside they started to play again, and I was left to try and make myself cum. I’d closed my eyes, and suddenly I could hear someone else receiving a dare only it involved me.
“I dare you to help Cherry to cum,” said the voice.
I opened my eyes to see who was talking and found it to be the host, she was talking to Kate.
“I accept,” replied Kate.
My mind was a mix of emotions at that point; I’d never had any sexual thoughts of being with another woman before and couldn’t help wondering what it was like. As I pushed the dildo in deeper with these thoughts going through my mind, I suddenly felt a tongue licking my erect clitoris and looked down to find Kate doing exactly what she said she would do. It really did help as well because after five minutes of her flicking my clit around with the tip of her tongue and me pushing the dildo in faster and faster I began to cum, when we’d finished, all the girls cheered our efforts and we began to play some more.
The girls really opened up after, with each dare being more and more outrageous. There was one where a couple of girls had to share a two foot rubber dildo, and one would push it into herself while the other would pull it out. I couldn’t help thinking how I’d been the one to lose that particular round.
By the time the night was over, and most of the girls had started to leave I was left with three of the girls that belonged to that sorority. It was then that I discovered they were all lesbians. I’d suspected as much, but it wasn’t confirmed until one of them asked me to stay a while longer.
“Are you up for a little more fun Cherry?” said the host.
“Yes I’m game, but what did you have in mind?”
“Well…you’ve probably guessed by now that some of us lean more towards the female sex rather than with the men?” she replied.
I hadn’t until that moment but I just nodded.
‘You see the reason we invited you was because we all think you have an incredible body, and we wanted to see if we could turn you or at least show you that there was more than just men alone could provide.”