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Fullerton Erotic Story
Richard gets his revenge on Samantha through her teenaged daughter.
Old Fantasies Die Hard
5:00 PM, Friday, April 7th
Richard walked out of the subway station, his quiet, brown eyes glued to the latest suspense-thriller-novel that he had picked up last week. Of medium build, few people would call him a hunk, but even fewer would call him ugly. His kindly face would have won him a number of friends if his quiet reserve didn’t make it hard to approach him. To most people, he seemed like nice guy who wanted to be left alone with the books that were his constant companion.
But because he was so focused on book in hand, he collided with a teenager blocking the sidewalk. She was preoccupied with focusing her camera on the fire-gutted apartments across the street, and Richard ran into her just as she was taking a photo.
“Damn!” she exploded.
Richard emerged from his reverie. It was entirely his fault, and society dictated that he at least raise his eyes from the page and apologize. “Pardon me–“ he began before he broke off. He broke off because he recognized that face, that hair, that body. His mind leaped backwards twenty years...
~8~
He was a freshman in high school, again. The warning bell sounded, and in quick succession lockers slammed in response up and down the hallway. He hefted his bag and turned around. At that moment, a goddess strolled into view.
The thing that immediately hit his eye was the shoulder length cascade of wavy, auburn hair. As she strolled past, the light caught a few strands of fiery red which seemed to give her face a shining aura. Her head turned from side to side, flashing a dazzling smile back and forth as she greeted her friends with that simple wave of the hand that separates royalty from the masses. But it was smile turned him dumb, and he stood and gaped. For a moment, he thought he had made eye contact. He thought those sparkling eyes were lighting up for him. Was that a coy wink? Did he noticed a blush?
But she was used to boys staring at her like dead fish, being a cheerleader and contender for homecoming queen, and didn’t really notice anymore. The wink was actually a blink, and the blush was strategically applied makeup. She continued her measured gait down the corridor as if nothing happened, which is just as well because nothing did happen.
Richard turned to follow her with his eyes. His hormones had paralyzed the rest of his body. His subconscious quietly thanked the school board for not being conservative with cheerleaders’ outfits. The tight sleeveless one-piece hugged her curves, the skirt showing plenty of leg. Her ass was just begging to be rubbed and coddled. The ample skin showing looked soft and smooth to the touch with a lovely, even tan. His only complaint, after much analysis, was that her breasts weren’t that large. Most likely she was B-cup, while he preferred them, like most adolescents, to overflow his hands.
Already he knew that the next time he found some privacy he would blow his wad fantasizing about her. In fact, he was pretty sure he would be masturbating to her image for months to come. For the rest of the day, he didn’t pay much attention. Instead he tried to spin fantasies and commit everything he saw to memory. That face... That body...
~8~
That face and that body were in front of him again, except wearing jeans and a flannel over a bright green tank top. Yes, he could see the same graceful limbs under those loose coverings. The only difference, as far as he could tell, was that her tits were much more developed. Even through the loose material of her top, he could detect her ample chest.
While part of his mind kept saying this was physically impossible, unless Samantha Edwards (for that was the cheerleader’s name) had stumbled upon eternal youth and breast implants, the resemblance was remarkable. To settle the matter, he broke his vow of silence: “Samantha?”
The girl, ignoring him, fiddled with her camera to make sure it wasn’t damaged. When satisfied that it wasn’t, she finally answered. “No, I’m Kelly. You’re confusing me with my mother. Grandpa always said we looked alike, but I never really believed it.”
Richard, glad that it wasn’t a ghost of his past come to haunt him, breathed a sigh of relief. When he didn’t answer, Kelly decided she would have to carry the conversation. “So... you know Mother?”
“Yeah. We went to high school together, but she was three years ahead of me. I haven’t seen her since then, which is why I got you confused.”
“Understandable,” said Kelly, steeped in sarcasm.
Richard sensed Kelly's cold manner and tried to soothe. “So, you were taking photos? I didn’t interfere too badly, I hope.”
“The shutter mechanism seems to be working fine, but you ruined my shot. I’m afraid you’ll have to reimburse me for wasted film.”
Richard uttered an embarrassed gurgle and fished out his wallet, trying to figure out how much one exposure of film cost.
“I was only kidding,” said Kelly bluntly, but lightening the mood with a half-smile. After adjusting her lens, she resumed her picture-taking pose.
“So, why are you photographing a burnt-out building? Insurance?”
“Ha ha. I’m a reporter for the school newspaper, and I also do my own photography.” She finished her shot and packed up her equipment. Since he had gone dumb on her, again, she graciously jump-started the conversation, again. She hated the burden of being polite. “You have a name?”
“Yes. Richard. Richard Toddlinger. My card.” He produced with the air of a magician.
She eyed the card for a moment. He got the name right. In addition, there was home and office phone numbers, office address, and occupation. “So you’re a shrink, eh?”
Polite cough. “Psychiatrist.”
“Whatever.” She swung her pack onto her shoulder and walked toward the subway station. Richard watched her for a moment. Yes, it was the same walk, and the same ass that was yearning to be kneaded. Adolescent fantasies die hard, and he had no choice but to follow her.
“Where are you off to now?” he asked.
“Home.”
“Home? And I assume you still live with your mother? You’re eighteen or so, I believe?”
“To answer your questions in order: One, yes, I still live with Mother. Two, you should know better than to ask a woman’s age.”
Richard ignored the slight. “How is your mother nowadays?”
“She seems fine enough, though I’ve only known her since I was born.”
“I wish I could see her again.”
Kelly, thinking in the back of her mind that this stranger had an ulterior motive, finally figured it out. “So that’s why you’re following me. I was about to call the police about a pedophile that is stalking me.” Richard smiled. It was a kindly smile. He had gotten used to her sarcasm already. In his profession capacity, he would have said it was a defense mechanism, but a defense mechanism against what? “But you seem okay. Right. Follow me, don’t get lost, and I’m not paying for your fare.”
II
6:00 PM, Friday, April 7th
Kelly jimmied the door open with her key and bellowed into the apartment. “Mom! I’m home! And I found someone who says he knows you!” Richard stood respectfully outside as Kelly stalked into her bedroom and closed the door.
From the other end of the apartment emerged what Kelly would probably look like in twenty years, wearing a worn out T-shirt and jeans. The hair was a little a less radiant, the face had some joy-marks, and the hips were a bit wider for the obvious reason. But Samantha was still a knockout. She was also, as Richard happily observed, now quite busty. “Sam,” Richard cheerily greeted her from the hallway.
Samantha (a.k.a. Sam) searched her memory for several panicky moments. Then she remembered a scrawny freshman from high school. How they kept running into each other, making her wonder if he had been following her. It was cute in a way, but that was all. What was his name again? She remembered what her linebacker boyfriend called him when telling him to get lost. “Well, well. If it isn’t Little Ritchie.” She smiled that winning smile. “Come in.”
The nickname unnerved him a little, but he ambled in, shut the door, and sat on the sofa. She was at ease, apparently having forgotten that dreadful Scene so long ago, so Richard also calmed down. They chatted about what little of the old high school they had in common. He talked about going through college, becoming a doctor, and his current job. She talked about going to college, meeting Mr. Right, having Kelly while Mr. Right skipped town, and having to give up law school and settle for a secretarial position. However, life hadn’t been entirely harsh. She eventually partnered with a few of her friends and started a secretarial agency that has been moderately successful.
But the conversation finally ground to a halt and Richard tactfully supplied an excuse to leave. He had been avoiding talking about The Scene all evening, and he was relieved that he would escape today unscathed. They exchanged address, phone numbers, and e-mail. Samantha got up to open the door for him.
“It’s been great seeing you again,” said Sam.
“Same here,” he replied truthfully.
“I’m glad you’re not angry about day in the cafeteria. It was so absurd for a freshman to ask a cheerleader to the senior prom.” Her clear, bell-like laugh echoed down the hallway, exactly like it did that day...
~8~
Twenty years ago. Richard was sitting in a crowded cafeteria, screwing up enough courage to ask Sam out. The signs advertising the prom had been put up only a couple days ago. And for those days he had been arguing with himself whether or not to make a fool of himself. On one hand, his case was hopeless. Freshmen don’t just ask out blindingly gorgeous, immensely popular cheerleaders to the prom. On the other hand, he was infatuated with her. He would have given anything to make love to her, take her in every position in the Kama Sutra, and make her yell out his name for more as he pounded remorseless away at her sex. And she would graduate within a month, leaving his life forever. It was do or die.
He timed his walk so he would run into her just as her group was getting up to bus their trays. “Samantha, can I speak to you? Won’t take a second.” Sam’s friends, the school social elites, appraised Richard in a quick glance and continued on course as if they hadn't heard anything. He and Sam were alone, the rest of the cafeteria lost in their own conversations.
“Yes?”
“I was... um... wondering... ah...” Richard mostly stared at his sneakers, and decided to get it over with. “Would you go to the prom with me?”
She paused. He looked up and awaited the answer. He calculated that she wouldn’t want to make a scene in front of the entire school, so she would at least temper the imminent rejection. He was wrong, and a clear, bell-like laugh ripped through the room like a bomb. Every eye in the room served to look at the couple. Richard felt every one pierce what was left of his self-respect after this flagrant rejection had done its work. Samantha was about to enter Phase 2: haunching over in hysterics.
A heavy, masculine hand landed on Richard’s shoulder. He turned gazed into the bulk of Sam’s boyfriend. Their eyes locked. The linebacker’s were calm, but superior; Richard’s morale went into rout. Finally recovering, Samantha gave tongue: “Nick, I just heard the funniest thing. You won’t believe it...”
~8~
Richard again felt a thousand eyes staring at him and the laughing beauty. But did she care? No, it was all just a hilarious joke. He kept a straight face while she finished laughing and composed herself.
Feeling that the interview was over, Samantha uttered a good night and closed the door. Richard walked gingerly down the hallway. His mind was spinning. All those dark feelings he had hidden away for years leaped out, swirling and churning through his thoughts. At the same time, there was no denying that she was the most desirable woman in the world.
The love/hate spectrum is complex and chaotic. There is pure love and mild affection. There is innocent love and carnal lust. There is making love for mutual pleasure and fucking out of hate. Richard wandered over these possibilities before his mind fell into one groove like a roulette ball.
He must have that body, but more than that. He must conquer her and destroy her dignity. He must fuck her brains out and make her beg for more against her wishes. He must have revenge.
But was there a better way? Sam was now approaching forty. True, she had retained her figure while growing a luscious cleavage, but there was also Kelly. She was young. Possibly no longer a virgin, but her cunt would still be nice and tight. Yes, he could have has revenge and that teenage body he had lusted over for years.
On the way home, he settled on a plan of action. But constantly thinking about that body made him rock hard. He furtively concealed the evidence in his trousers until he got home, but once the door was closed he quickly made his way to the bedroom. His throbbing member, grateful for release from its confines, didn’t need much more stimulus. A few minutes later, he exploded like a volcano. He hadn’t cum this hard for years. “God, I need a woman,” he muttered to himself. But for this special treat, he could restrain himself for a few days.
III
2:00PM, Monday, April 10th
Richard was in his office. A patient was reclining on a sofa in a trance, for Richard occasionally used hypnosis to diagnose some of his harder cases. This time, however, he had a hidden motive. This patient happened to be the journalism teacher at a high school.
“Do you, by chance, have a student named Kelly Edwards working on your newspaper?” Richard’s voice was cool and soothing.
“Yes.”
“Excellent. You will assign Kelly to interview a psychiatrist, especially one who knows hypnosis. You will do this because you think students will be interested in the article. Do you understand?”
"Yes.”
“Excellent.”
~8~
5:30PM, Wednesday, April 12th
Richard just came in the door when his home phone rang. “Hello?” he inquired.
“Richard?” a female voice rang down the line.
“Who is this?”
“It’s Kelly. Remember? You literally ran into me last Friday.”
“Of course. How are you?”
“Fine,” she replied shortly, too busy for pleasantries. “Do you know hypnosis?”
“Yep.”
“Then can I interview you for my school paper?”
“But of course.” Richard smiled into the receiver. “When?”
“Got time tomorrow?”
Richard thumbed through his appointment book. “I’m free for lunch at 12:30.”
“I’ll be stuck in school then,” she replied dully.
“Right... After that, I’m booked ‘til 4PM.”
“I can make four o’clock.”
“You want to meet at my office or my home?”
“Hmmm... jailbait girl and mid-thirties guy have a private chat in his house. Something is wrong with that picture. No offense, but knowing what happened between you and Mother, I’d prefer to in your office.”
So she knows. But Richard maintained the mask. His voice was clear and level. “Of course. A girl must take precautions. See you tomorrow at four.”
“Good-bye,” she said bluntly, and hung up.
IV
4:00PM, Thursday, April 13th
The intercom buzzer rang as Richard ran through his checklist once more. He pressed the reply button. “Yes?”
“Ms. Edwards is here for her 4PM appointment.”
“Send her in.”
Promptly, Kelly stepped into the office. She was wearing a sweater, a front-buttoned blouse, and some knee length shorts. Instead of greeting Richard right away, she examined the room. Clean and comfortable, it didn’t exactly make you want to bear your soul, but you wouldn’t want to do it in a crowded, dusty office either.
“Good afternoon.” Richard got up from his chair behind the desk and proffered his hand.
“Afternoon.” Kelly shook it. The grip was firm, but her hands were warm and soft.
“Make yourself comfortable,” he said, gesturing towards a chair in front of the desk. He gladly sat down since he was already getting hard in anticipation.
The questions were fairly straightforward. How did you become interested in the field? What was your training like? What do you like most about the job? What do you like the least? Do you have any advice for students considering this field? Richard answered as frankly as he dared. A tape recorder chronicled everything while Kelly took a few picture with her camera.
The conversation eventually turned to hypnosis. “So that stuff really exists?” she asked.
“Oh yes. I only use it now and then, but it comes in handy.”
“Somehow I don’t believe you.”
“Alright. I’ve had to deal with skeptics before.” He pressed the buzzer. “Mrs. Pott, please bring in the hypnosis tape.” A short while later, the secretary entered with the VHS cassette. “Thank you.” As Mrs. Pott left, Richard walked across the room and revealed the entertainment system hidden in the wall in front of the sofa. Richard popped the tape into the VCR and motioned Kelly to sit on the sofa. She did so and looked at the screen with some interest. It was a home-video quality recording of a badly stuttering woman. Eventually Richard launched into the hypnosis routine. He swung a watch on a chain while saying, “You’re getting sleepy,” ad nauseum. Eventually the woman's head fell tipped slightly to one side. Richard asked her to count to ten and she did. He asked her to pat her head and rub her stomach at the same time, and she did. He asked her to act like a chicken and she did. He asked to say “She sells seashells by the seashore,” and she did without a problem.
“Is this for real?” asked Kelly dubiously.
“Of course.”
“How can I tell?”
“Well... the best proof is to hypnotize someone on the spot. I can hypnotize you. For instance, you’re sitting on the sofa. If I can make you stand up or sit in another chair, then I think that’s proof enough.”
“What’s my guarantee that you won’t start groping me once I’m under. I mean, you seem nice, but what with you and Mother...”
“Yes, yes.” Richard was desperate to allay her fears. “I’m well aware of the penalties. If I was discovered taking advantage of my training, I wouldn’t be able to work again. How about if I bring my secretary in to make sure everything is on the up-and-up?”
“How about if you hypnotize your secretary and let me watch?”
“How would you know she isn’t faking it?”
“You got me there. Fine, I’ll do it.” The mystic sensation surrounding hypnosis was gnawing at Kelly, and she wanted to know if all the legends were true.
Richard smiled delightedly and rang for Mrs. Pott. “Ah, Mrs. Pott,” he said after she came in, “Can you make sure I don’t do anything untoward while I hypnotize this young lady?”
“Certainly.”
After Kelly got comfortable on the sofa, Richard went into his routine. Soon she was in a daze, and then a deep trance with her eyes shut and a peaceful expression on her face. Richard hadn’t gazed on such a lovely sight for a long time, but there was some tricky maneuvering to be done before he could experience it fully.
He turned to Mrs. Pott and uttered a single word: “quagmire.” Instantly, the secretary’s eyes also closed.
Richard could have easily taken Kelly right now, without anyone knowing, but he didn’t want her so willing. It would be much more fun the other way. He simply planted the word “Aphrodite” in her mind. Now, whenever he – not anyone else – said that word to her, she would immediately go back to the trance state, exactly like Mrs. Pott and “quagmire.” With that complete, he made her sit in her original chair and wiped her memory. He then ordered Mrs. Pott to leave for home once she was dismissed, wiped her memory, and woke her up so she could witness him waking Kelly up.
Kelly was surprised to find she was not sitting on the couch and Richard smiling from his chair behind the desk. “Wow. So I was really hypnotized?” She directed the question at Mrs. Pott.
“Yes, dear.” She turned to her employer. “Will that be all, sir?”
“Yes, Mrs. Pott.” And the secretary left.
Half an hour of questions later, and the interview ended. Kelly packed up her stuff.
“Thanks for the interview.”
“My pleasure.”
Kelly reached for the door but found it wouldn’t budge. “Hey! It won’t open.” Richard approached the door, but changing direction quickly, he pinned her against the wall. Before she could react, he had her wrists in a firm grip and was fervently kissing the nape of her neck. “Hey! What are you doing?!” she asked, a bit slow on the uptake. She soon understood and began struggling. “Get off! I’ll shout! I’ll pound the wall!”
~8~
Richard decides to slow his ministrations. It is necessary to win her over, and necking her like a horny teenager wouldn’t do it. In any case, he wants to enjoy this. He raises his lips to her earlobe, alternately nibbling and whispering into her ear. “My secretary has left, and the walls are soundproofed. It has come in handy several times.” As her hopes temporarily take a blow, Kelly’s struggling visibly weakens. Richard takes the opportunity to tie her hands behind her back with a plastic wrist bind. Kelly renews her struggle with zeal, but in vain. The binds are too strong, and thrashing only makes them cut into her skin. Meanwhile, the strategically placed kisses send electricity coursing through her body. A tingling sensation builds between her legs and her nipples press into the fabric of her bra. She begins to plead, but increasingly irregular breathing interferes. “Please...” An unconscious moan escapes her. “Umm... stop...”
Richard uses minimal force. Just enough to stop her from escaping, but he does not want to coerce her by brute strength. Instead, he slowly but surely saps at her resistance with his constant attentions. His lips and tongue lightly caress intermittent spots on her neck and face, sometimes roaming as far south as the neckline of her blouse. Wandering over her body, his warm hands are firm and confident, but not harsh. And they avoid those private that would more likely offense then please.
He tests the waters again by attempting a kiss. Her lips are soft and a delicate pink. His lips tenderly brush against hers. She doesn’t admit him entrance, but doesn’t she turn away in disgust either. Taking this as a good sign, he untucks her top and slips his hands underneath. To Kelly, the sensation of flesh and against flesh is both disgusting and pleasurable, with the latter quickly winning out. Her own body builds up heat and perspires. Her back is soon damp with sweat, the blouse clinging slightly to her nubile body, and Richard’s hands explore up and down her back in a smooth, soothing way.
Her panties are now soaked, but she is enraged at how her body is reacting to this. She wants to protest until her voice cracks and more, but it is so much better than Jason, her first and only previous lover. With him, they were fighting a losing battle against curfew and hormones. They did it without preliminaries or attention to detail. They had stripped and fucked for maybe fifteen minutes until they collapsed, but it didn’t make her feel like a woman. Richard, on the other hand, in this dominating way, brought her to a new peak in passion and lust.
Suddenly, a hand is thrust into her panties and begins tracing patterns around the opening to her pussy. She immediately tries to move away and clamp her legs together, but it only applies more pressure to her sensitive area. As waves of pleasure roll through her body, her knees begin to give, pressing her mound even harder into his hand.
This new development throws her thoughts into disarray. Her psyche revolts even more at this treatment, tantamount to rape. But her body is thoroughly enjoying it, and she is hornier then any other time in her life. Her bra is loosened, and a hand reaches underneath to fondle her breasts. Her stiff nipples burn as he rolls them back and forth in a painless and utterly gratifying way. With the palm of his hand and the surface of his fingers, he strokes and caresses her glorious chest, feeling how soft and developed they are.
The constant friction of his hand against her breast, on top of the sensation of his mouth along the nape of her slender neck and a finger entering her cunt, drives Kelly wild. Her moaning is now constant and gaining in volume. Utter indignation is swept away as her libido wins the battle against her reason. Lips press against her, and she responds likewise. A tongue invades her young mouth, and hers gladly meets it. Her shorts are loosened and drop to the ground. She invitingly spreads her legs, allowing Richard’s hand more freedom as he spreads her pussy lips and works his magic on the inside. He teases her clitoris, alternately stimulating it and easing off, but gradually building her towards climax. With each touch, Kelly moans into Richard’s mouth, and then renews her attacks, using her tongue with gusto.
The space in her cunt is tight, but he plays her like an instrument. At first, light and gentle circling. Her clit responds to the stimulus, hardening and standing to attention. He starts rubbing it, then harder and faster. Kelly must break her lips away from his as her world spins. Jason never spent the time to do this right, and she is grateful her clitoris is finally getting the attention it deserves.
She is about to orgasm when he suddenly stops and plays elsewhere in her cunt. The climax recedes, and she is filled with a deep yearning. She needs release can’t will herself to it. His fingers move unbearably close, but never come in contact with her clit. “Hey! What are you doing?!” She moves her hips to force his fingers into contact with her button, but can’t. She obscenely grinds her hips into his hand, and Richard can’t help but laugh.
“Say it,” he smiles and begins to nibble her neck again.
“Say what?” She fidgets more, but in vain. She needs to cum more than ever, but Richard makes sure there is no danger of that. Kelly groans in frustration and her feelings of fury return in full force. But the hand returns to her clit, building up steam once more. Her revulsion dies out as quickly as it came. She is putty in his hands, and both of them know it. She relaxes her body to enjoy the stimulus as much as possible. It is still possible that she could cum without his permission, and then resist the rest of his advances. Moaning in response, she gives into the experience, welcoming it. Her body reflexively thrusts to meet his stimulus. But as she nears peak again, he breaks off a second time. “No!”
“Say it,” he commands.
She understands but won’t give in. He fingers her just to point of climax, keeping her on the razor’s edge for what seems like hours. Her cries become a banshee wail, nearly popping Richard’s eardrum. But she runs out of breath and her body just can’t take it any more. She visibly sags, her head nods in surrender, and her morale collapses. “Okay,” she mutters subserviently.
“What was that?” He wants more than that for all his hard work.
“Fuck me,” she responds weakly.
“Louder.”
She gazes into his eyes and yells into his composed face he forcefully as she can: “Fuck me! I don’t care. Just fuck me! Do it now! God, I need you inside me!” Her last inhibitions lay broken on the battlefield.
~8~
He first priority is to release his aching cock, which had been torturing him all afternoon. Then pushing her underwear out of the way, he eases his long, thick member into the tight confines. Even though she is well lubricated with juices running down her legs, pain is displayed on her face as he inserts himself. After a few more thrusts, he becomes imbedded to the hilt, and they both adjust to sensation. Her pain fades into pleasure, and he narrowly avoids blowing his wad then and there. They messily kiss like middle-schoolers. He unbuttons her sweater and shirt with his juice and sweat-coated hands and pushes them down her arms against the wrist binds, exposing those perfect mounds to the cool office air.
Both of his hands bury themselves in her ruby hair. The smell of perspiration and sex permeate the atmosphere, livening their other senses. Richard’s hand cups the back of her head, and unnecessarily draws her lips towards his in a passionate kiss. Their bodies press against the other closely, her nipples burning holes his chest. She kisses him without reluctance, even without carnal desire. It is a kiss of almost religious fervor, ending only when their collective breath runs out. Their lips reach for each other again and again, but now with a definite lustful air.
Richard’s hands move down her body, sending pleasure throughout Kelly’s body as his hands trace down her neck. They stop at her shoulders momentarily to rub and massage her smooth skin before continuing onward. His right hand comes to rest on her breast, playing with the blood-engorged nipple. It is a magnificent sight as her chest heaves and jiggles with her irregular breathing, his hand cupping and petting the defining feature of her gender.
Meanwhile his other hand moves to rub her firm, delicious ass, pressing her pelvis into his as they grind into each other. Reading his thoughts, Kelly spreads her shapely legs so he can have better access, and they move in unison. Her legs wrap themselves around his, leaning her back against the door to support herself and to provide leverage as she grinds herself into him. But this position soon proves awkward. Richard pulls out, and she feels very empty inside.
“Lean over the desk,” he commands. She follows without hesitation. Bending over the desk, she presses her breasts and belly into the cool glass top, making her nipples perk up even more. He positions his dick at the opening of her pussy. His cock head pauses at her opening to lubricate itself some more before it submerges again.
“Don’t tease me like that!” she yells into the desk. “You win! Fuck me!” All this is now icing on the cake to Richard. Placing his hands on her hips, he slides all the way in with one push. Kelly releases a pleased sigh, contracting her wall muscles to increase the stimulus. Richard pulls out his cock except the head and then slams it all the way home, slapping his pelvis against her ass cheeks. He pumps in and out all the way, again and again, getting faster and faster. A wondrous sensation builds up in both of their loins, threatening to explode. Finally, both reach climax. Wave after wave of orgasms rack Kelly’s slender frame as Richard pumps buckets of his warm seed into this amazing teen pussy. Tightening its grip on his cock, her cunt squeezes the last drop of cum out of him.
~8~
Eventually his penis shrinks somewhat and he pulls out. Deciding they are a hindrance, he cuts the plastic wrist binds with some scissors. Kelly gets up, rubbing her sore wrists. They look at each other and wonder what is the proper procedure now. She has her top draped over her shoulders, but unbuttoned, and a dreamy, clouded look in her eyes. It is the most erotic sight Richard has ever seen and he decides to take the initiative while she’s still under the effect of the afterglow.
Not speaking, he inches closer to her. His right hand sweeps aside a scarlet lock of hair partially covering her face. In one continuous motion, he tucks the hair behind her ear and trails his hand down her neckline, sending electricity up and down her spine. The hand comes to rest at the base of her head, entwined in her perspiration-drenched hair. He draws her mouth towards his. They kiss lovingly at first, but the tender embrace soon degenerates in the crescendo of sexual tension.
All of her misgivings and disgust evaporate from her mind. For tonight, she’ll do anything he commands. He pulls at her panties as she removes his shirt. Her sweater and blouse fall from her shoulders for good, and she stands there for his enjoyment in all her glory. They again resume their feverish hold, her arms wrapped around his neck, pinning his face into hers. His hands roam up and down her back, gripping and toying with the defining muscles. His member grows hard again, lodging itself in between her legs. Her thighs hug it and press it against her pussy. They each drink from each other, long and deep, giving into the craze of the moment.
He eventually works one of his hands to her front, replacing his penis between her thighs. She happily spreads her legs to allow him entrance while keeping her lips glued to his. Their tongues fence and mingle, exploring every crevice of each other’s mouths. Slowly, pulling with his hands on and in her pelvis, he guides her to the couch in a clumsy but intimate dance.
Kelly pushes him onto the couch and then climbs on top of him. She straddles his legs, positioning his sex at the opening of her cunt, and sits. As it rams home, she releases a small orgasm. It is a perfect fit. Her pussy seems made for his cock as it is so tight that any movement by one person is transmitted through their joint to the other, sharing their pleasure.
With Kelly sitting on Richard’s lap, her breasts dangle invitingly in front of his face, and he cannot resist this dish that he has been dreaming of every since Friday. With both hands and his mouth, he makes love to these exquisite globes. Kelly obliging arches her back to offer him a better view. He caresses and investigates every square centimeter, especially her now smoldering, sensitive nipples. Making sure both tits get equal attention, he rubs his tongue roughly against each one in turn while both hands are occupied. Kelly’s mind is swimming as her mind is overwhelmed by pleasure.
Richard eventually comes up for air but Kelly locks him in another fiery kiss before he can breathe. He gradually eases her onto her back, her red-gold hair splaying everywhere on the cushion. He kisses tenderly, like a believer caressing the sacred idol, as he pulls away from her lips and migrates downward. His tongue travels down her neck, through the scenic valley between her breasts, down her naval, finally stopping at her small patch of pubic hair. He paused to admire how young she is. Her ruby-red thatch isn’t thick at all, barely covering the delicate skin underneath. Her lips are pink and exposed for the entire world to see. A strong musk gravitated his face to her pleasure zone.
Wanting to savor the adventure, he begins by licking all the honey that she has leaked. He licks up and down her inner thigh. The foreshadowing is killing Kelly, and she releases a couple impetuous moans to urge him on. This is the first time she’s experienced oral sex first hand, and she can’t hold on much longer.
Richard raises both of her slim legs over his shoulders and dives for his target. He licks her lips and kisses the surrounding sensitive skin. Meanwhile his hands massage and knead her ass. Squirming with excitement, Kelly inadvertently grinds her crotch his face, giving him a strong whiff of her wetness. Slowly, his tongue pierces into her sanctuary, and one hand moved to help spread her pussy lips. The sensation is overpowering for Kelly. She lies paralyzed on her back, her eyes closed in ecstasy. Her mouth hangs open, emitting low, guttural moans as undulating bliss floods her body. For a living thing - not just a throbbing dick, but a sensuous, snake-like entity – probing her most private regions is a revelation. Each skilled touch, prod, and movement stimulates her to higher levels of gratification, and her cries become louder and more forceful. As she reaches her peak once again, her hand grabs a fistful of Richard’s hair and pulls his face into her muff, her legs already tightly wrapped around his head. He is literally immersed in her flesh and can do nothing else but feverishly and noisily pleasure her. He continues to fight against the flood of juice while brusquely rubbing his tongue into her clit. Both hands find purchase in the tight space and dexterously work away at areas his tongue can’t service.
In a scream that threatens to bring the plaster down, Kelly announces the first several tailgating orgasms. As she cums again and again, her body tightens and almost knocks Richard unconscious due to lack of oxygen. However, Richard follows his duty and attacks her clit again and again until the string of orgasms runs its course.
~8~
Some polite prompting gets Kelly to release her death grip. Richard regretfully pulls himself away and gets on his knees. Kelly lies on the couch, sprinkled with droplets of morning-dew-like sweat. Wiping her soaked forehead, her hand fall beside her head, striking a pose that flaunts her nudity and innocence at the same time. She looks down at Richard with contented eyes and mischievous smile playing on her lips. Richard lies down beside her, one arm across her body to draw her closer, and the other slips under her back. They snuggle next each other to keep warm, their faces inches apart. Kelly sees a kind expression in his eyes, but also a growing sexual hunger. Searching her feelings, she isn’t upset. In fact, she is incredibly grateful for the best sex of her life. As they eyes remain locked, their lips are drawn together once again.
Kelly turns her body towards him, pinning his left hand into her waist as he uses it to squeeze and stroke her smooth skin. His other moves down to stroke her thigh and work her ass cheek. The constant friction fights off the cold office air conditioning. Their legs intertwine. She wraps her trim arms around his neck again to pull their mouths together. Once more, their tongues mingle and dance in this lull between sexual peaks. Richard is still hard from the last time his came with Kelly against the desk, but Kelly is temporarily exhausted from her sexual stimulus.
Richard patiently kisses and nuzzles her to get her hot again. After a several minutes of making out, Kelly’s breath becomes shallow. Richard rolls onto his back with Kelly on top of him, feeling her young body press into his. The burning, rock hard object sandwiched between them reminds her that she should return the favor. In between kisses, she says, “Hmmm... me... on top? ... Kinky.” She raises her hips and tries to impale herself but can’t. Richard reaches between her legs from behind and steadies himself. Their necking becomes sloppy as they try to coordinate their movements. Eventually Kelly’s hand relieves Richard’s.
A gasp escapes her as she clutches his member. Richard watches the excitement in her eyes as she fingers and strokes his cock. Her warm fingers caress the shaft and sensitive head, and Richard blows one large plume right there into her palm. They finally break eye contact when she looks around the room for something.
“What are you looking for?”
“Some place to wipe this stuff off.”
Richard takes her hand in his. For a moment, a look of horror flashes across her face as she thinks he is going to make her lick it off. She has never given a blowjob or eaten cum before and isn't ready to just yet. But he guides her hand to lubricate his cock head. Once she realizes that is what he wants, the revulsion leaves her and she willingly continues the motion. She smears the goo all over the tip, starting from the center and expanding outward in ever-increasing circles and greater pressure. Richard has another small eruption, but Kelly seems pleased by it this time. “You’re very impatient,” she says teasingly.
Richard can only groan is response. He instinctively rams his cock into her hand. She seizes it in her fist, her fingers barely making it all the way around. Pausing briefly to admire how it moves and throb in her hand, she positions it at the opening of her cunt and slides all the way down. She can tell that he is already stretching her because there is little pain.
She breaks away from their kiss so she can assume a position to screw him properly. With her legs on either side of his body, she supports herself with her hands and does a practice thrust. The cock slams home. As she gets into a rhythm, he grinds to meet her, and together they build up momentum.
Richard is transfixed by the remarkable sight: this teenaged goddess, with her face flushed in heat and her eyes closed in rapt concentration, was fucking him with abandon. With knees spread and back arched, her hips are pounding away against his body. He does what he can by keeping the hair out of her face. Kelly didn’t notice, as her entire world was located further down, grinding away with all her vigor, clenching her pussy walls and groaning louder with every thrust. “Ugh... Ughh... Ugghh! ... Oh, God! ... Aaghhhhh!! ... Yes!!! ... AAAHHHHHH!!!!!” They came and came together for hours. When the roller-coaster stopped, she collapsed onto his chest, barely aware he was still kissing and caressing her face and toying with her breasts. Since his now limp cock was finished for the day, he pulled out with a wet slurping noise, reconciling himself to take in as much of her body as he could.
~8~
His mouth pecked at salty skin of her shoulder as his eyes moved further down her body. Using one finger to trace the way, he traveled down the indentation marking her spine. Her body was so trim and lithe, even better than he imagined. The finger slid down into the valley at the small of her back, sending chills throughout her body and waking her from her revelry.
“I don’t think I can do it again.”
“That’s good, because you’d probably kill me in the process.”
“Oh?” She slipped her head into the crook of his neck, though her thoughts were still unorganized. She was much younger than him; he had seduced her; she had enjoyed it immensely. Too satisfied to get angry with him, she got comfortable and let him play with her body.
They held each other tight and were about to doze off when the wall clock chimed.
“What time is it?” she asked.
“Eight thirty.”
“Eight thirty? Omigod! Mom! She’ll kill me for not calling.” She jumped up, put on her blouse and shorts, and shoved her undergarments into her bag. Then she was gone.
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