“Huhhhh…now suck me off honey,” groaned her father.
Nikki heard her parents moving about on their bed. She
placed the middle three fingers of her hand on her pussy
mound, and began to rub the flesh around her clit.
“Oh yeah, right down your fuckin’ throat,” gasped her
father.
Nikki could imagine her father jamming his cock into
Susan’s mouth until her nose was smashed against his
groin. She hoped he had a handful of Susan’s hair and was
pumping her head back and forth on his cock.
“Suck it baby, suck it,” moaned her father as Nikki’s
fingers drew out her first orgasm. An orgasm that was
quickly followed by a second and then a third when she
heard her father hiss, “I’m gonna cum right down your
throat baby…yeah, right now baby…uuuhhhhhh yesssss.”
Nikki was cumming again and again. She didn’t want to
stop but she had to when she heard her father climb off
the bed. He was probably headed to the bathroom and then
it was likely that he would check on her before he
finally went to sleep. She silently crawled back into her
own bed. By the time her father opened her door and
peeked in, Nikki was sound asleep.
The next morning Nikki slept until long after her parents
had left for the office. Late in the morning she finally
slumped out of bed wearing a pair of her father’s old
pajamas. Even though she filled out the shirt nicely, the
sleeves fell well below her hands and as she scuffed
along the cuffs of the bottoms lay in folds on her fuzzy
bunny slippers. She visited the bathroom and then she
was on her way to the kitchen for breakfast when she saw
a movement out of the corner of her eye.
“Oh Lucas, I forgot you were here.”
Lucas looked up from the book he was huddled over and
said, “And the top of the morning to you too little miss
scruffy.”
“Humph…” was all Nikki could say. She went into the
kitchen to fix a bowel of cereal. She carried the bowel
to the breakfast nook where Lucas sat reading and jotting
down notes. “I thought you were out of school. What are
you studying now?”
“I’m trying to pass the bar.”
“The bar?” she asked around a mouth full of cereal.
“The exam to get my license to be a lawyer in this
state.”
“Oh, what kind of lawyer do you want to be?”
Lucas looked thoughtful, “At first I figured I’d just do
general stuff…wills, divorces, maybe some criminal
cases. But now I think I might become an agent, a
personal representative.”
“What do they do?” asked Nikki.
“Negotiate contracts, make deals for people, advise them
on legal stuff.”
“Oh,” said Nikki, clearly she’d reached the end of her
interest in the subject and the bottom of her cereal
bowel at the same time. She went back into the kitchen
and rinsed out her bowel and put it away lest Susan have
a hissy fit.
Nikki went back to her bedroom and sighed as she looked
around. It was her first official day of vacation and she
was already bored. Well, it would be tough to beat the
sexually charged atmosphere of the last couple of days
anyway. Or would it? The thought leaped into her mind,
she could turn her charms on Lucas and see what happened.
He wasn’t exactly a heartthrob but he was kind of good-
looking. Plus, he was older than even Ken the
quarterback. Maybe that would make it more of a challenge
to turn him on.
She examined herself in the mirror. If she was going to
have some fun she had to put on something besides floppy
pj’s and bunny slippers. She opened a bureau drawer.
There was the Lycra swimsuit she had purchased on
Saturday. It covered her from her neck to thigh and the
practical suit was capable of reining in even her
magnificent tits. She laid it aside as not being sexy
enough and picked up the expensive scraps of cloth that
made up a bikini. It was navy blue and made of a thin
material that was probably never intended to be immersed
in water unless it was being washed.
Nikki brushed her hair into place and shrugged out of the
pajamas. She set the hourglass shaped piece that covered
her pubes and a bit of her rear into place and then she
tied the strings that would keep it snug on her hips. The
top took a little longer. She barely had enough string to
tie a knot in the ends that went behind her back. Then
she stretched the material across her nipples and tied
the last strings around her neck. She grabbed up a bottle
of suntan lotion plus a pair of sunglasses and headed
back to the breakfast nook.
“Lucas? Would you like to do me?”
Lucas jerked his head up from his studies. He’d been so
absorbed that he’d missed Nikki’s approach until she was
standing right beside him, and now he practically had his
face buried in her bosom.
Lucas leaned back a bit. He was overwhelmed by the curves
and firm flesh that were revealed from every side of the
girl’s bikini top. He dragged his eyes up to Nikki’s
face. “Do you?” he asked, a little breathlessly.
Nikki smiled seductively and handed Lucas the suntan
lotion. As she turned about she asked, “Would you do my
back? You know, rub lotion on it?”
“Oh…yeah…sure,” said Lucas. He squirted the lotion on
his hands and tentatively dabbed them in the center of
Nikki’s back.
Nikki swayed her hips and leaned into Lucas’ hand,
encouraging his touch. He responded by using both hands
to massage her lower back and hips and then as much of
her firm butt as wasn’t covered by her bikini bottom. At
that point he changed direction and did her upper back
and then her shoulders. He could imagine his hands
sliding down the slopes of her breasts and then under the
bikini top to feel her nipples move between his fingers.
And he might have done it too, if Nikki hadn’t twirled
around, plucked the lotion from his hand and said,
“Thanks Lucas, I don’t think mean ol’ Mr. Sun has chance
of burning my back after that hand job.” In a second
Nikki had ducked through a set of drapes that covered a
sliding glass door which led onto a patio just outside
the breakfast nook.
Nikki positioned a lounge chair on the patio so she could
see the door and drapes as she sunned herself. She
slipped on her sunglasses and proceeded to apply more of
the suntan lotion. She stretched out her legs
languorously and smoothed the lotion on. She moved her
legs apart and even rubbed it slowly on the inside of her
thighs. All the while she kept an eye on the sliding
glass door and the drapes.
Nikki hadn’t been on the patio for two minutes when a
little curve appeared in the line of the drapes, a curve
that was at eye level for Lucas. Nikki stretched her arms
above her head; throwing her shoulders back; straining
her breasts against her top and then running her hands
through her hair. She saw the drapes pulse outward as if
something had hit them and then a second later it
happened again. Nikki realized that it must be Lucas, and
that he must be hitting the drapes with his hand as he
masturbated.
Nikki felt a thrill of sexual power run through her body.
All she had to do was flaunt her awesome tits, smile a
bit and guys couldn’t wait to grab their cocks. It made
her feel light-headed and daring. She decided that if she
was going to stop teasing Lucas and take things to the
next level now was as good a time as any.
Nikki threw down her lotion, stood up, and strode back
into the house. She found Lucas hunched over his studies
acting as if he hadn’t noticed her entrance although she
was standing inches away.
“I saw you watching me.”
Lucas looked up, “What?”
“I saw you watching me out there.” Nikki took off her
sunglasses and twirled them around by an earpiece. “You
were watching me and jerking off.”
A red faced Lucas eyed Nikki. She was right of course;
he’d been beating his meat for all he was worth just
seconds ago. She looked so hot with her great tits, slim
waist and legs, perfect hair and skin. The only thing to
spoil her looks was a little smirk on her face.
“Yeah,” said Lucas, “I don’t know how, but I guess you
caught me.” Suddenly, he grabbed the bottom of his chair,
scooted it away from the table and made a quarter turn
toward Nikki. Then before he settled back onto the chair,
Lucas pulled down his shorts and underwear. As he
slouched back in the chair, Lucas’ rigid cock lay across
his groin. Lucas spread his arms wide as if to say,
‘Yeah? So What?’
Nikki didn’t run away, or gasp, or even blush. She
stepped forward to straddle Lucas’ legs, and in one
smooth move she pulled aside the crotch of her bikini
with one hand, grabbed Lucas’ cock in the other hand and
then, as if she’d done it a thousand times before, Nikki
eased herself onto his throbbing dick.
Now she gasped. Nikki had just surprised and scared the
hell out
of herself. She waited for the traumatic pain,
for some sort of burning sensation or at least some sort
discomfort, but it never happened. There was a feeling of
stretching and filling in her pussy as Lucas’ cock pushed
its way in. And Nikki loved it. She stretched up on her
toes and then back down again. Nikki couldn’t believe the
passion running through her body. She had to have more.
She picked up first one leg and then the other and placed
her calves along Lucas’ thighs. She wrapped her arms
around his neck and began to rock back and forth.
Lucas couldn’t believe it. Suddenly he had his arms full
of willing female, his face buried in her breasts and his
cock sheathed in a hot, wet and clinging pussy. He could
hardly move, but he didn’t have to. Nikki was plunging up
and down on his cock like a wild woman. It was as if his
dick was being milked. Pulses of pleasure rippled up his
cock and Nikki’s pussy spasmmed around his cock as if she
was cumming constantly.
There was no doubt as to whether or not Lucas was having
an orgasm. The pumping, gushing sensation hit him out of
nowhere. It felt like the cum was pooling at the base of
his cock and then every muscle in his groin was rocketing
the load through his dick and into Nikki’s willing pussy.
Lucas thought it was the cum of his life. In fact he held
that thought for about three minutes, as Nikki rolled and
bucked her pussy on his still rigid cock, until the next
mind-bending orgasm racked his body. His cock wouldn’t go
soft. It became more sensitive though, like it was
engorged, the nerve ends more exposed.
After his fifth cum in a dozen minutes Nikki finally
slowed and then slowly lowered her quivering legs off
Lucas. She had to steady herself by holding on Lucas
shoulder. “My legs started to ache. I just couldn’t go
anymore. I…uh…hope you…uh…enjoyed it?”
“Enjoyed it?” squeaked Lucas. He cleared his throat.
“I’ve never cum like that in my life. It was
unbelievable. I thought you were going to suck my insides
out through my dick or something.”
“Really?”grinned Nikki. She ran a finger along the inside
of her thigh. As she lifted her hand a mixture of body
fluids dripped off her finger. She giggled, “I think I
need to take a shower.”
Minutes later as the hot water cascaded over her
fantastic figure Nikki thought, so that’s sex. No big
deal. You just plug in a cock and then cum until you
can’t move anymore. She must have been doing it right;
Lucas seemed to be impressed. She wondered when they
could do it again. She knew guys had to wait a while, but
it was only a few minutes. Wasn’t it? Nikki stepped out
of the shower. A few minutes had passed, she wondered if
she should even bother to get dressed.
But Lucas was nowhere to be found. He didn’t come back to
the house until after Nikki’s parents returned home that
day. On the following day Susan stayed home from work and
Nikki couldn’t figure out a way to be alone with Lucas.
Not that he seemed eager to be alone with her. Lucas
spent most of the day in his room.
It was Thursday morning, just after her parents had left
for work, when Nikki saw Lucas again. She awoke in her
bed when he called her name. She opened her eyes to see
Lucas standing next to her bed, naked. His cock jutted
out from his groin with a drop of precum about to drip
off its tip.
“Wow,” Nikki said. “What are you going to do?”
Lucas put his fists on his slim hips. “You wore me out
the other day, but today I’m going to fuck you silly,
little girl. You’ll be walking funny by the time I get
through with you.”
Nikki jumped off her bed and ran to the bathroom.
“What’s the matter?” called Lucas. “Are you scared?”
“No, I have to pee first,” Nikki answered from the
bathroom.
An hour later Lucas rolled off Nikki with a moan like he
was dying. He lay on his back with his arm thrown across
his eyes. Nikki rolled on her side with her tits nestled
against his chest. Nikki reached out a finger and ran it
up the length of his flaccid cock.
“Again?” she asked plaintively.
“Oh God no,” cried Lucas as he jerked straight up in the
bed and grabbed her hand. “Don’t touch it. You’ll just
make it hard again.” He flopped back on the bed.
“Although I honestly don’t know how.”
Lucas lay there a full minute with his arm back over his
eyes. He’d thought he was being some sort of superman.
He’d pumped Nikki’s pussy time and again. He’d cum so
many times he’d lost count and he’d still kept a hard-on.
As far as he could tell Nikki had had one continuous
orgasm. But now, whereas she was still hot for more,
Lucas felt as if his poor penis was a raw, aching piece
of meat.
Lucas carefully and slowly eased his legs over the side
of the bed. He gingerly stood up and began to walk across
the room like an old man with bowed legs.
“Where are you going?” asked Nikki.
“To take a shower,” mumbled Lucas.
“Can we do it again after your shower? Or hey, maybe we
can do it in the shower,” Nikki called after him.
“No,” moaned Lucas, waving his hand at her to stay on the
bed. “No more sex.”
“Not today?” she asked.
“No,” he called back. “Maybe not ever,” he mumbled to
himself. “Oh damn, my dick hurts.”
For the rest of the week Nikki couldn’t get Lucas to so
much as look at her. She snapped at her parents and
sulked in her sexual frustration until her father decided
that she had too much free time on her hands and gave her
a list of chores to perform. So on Friday Nikki was in
her front yard absently raking up grass clippings when
she heard someone walking up behind her.
“Hi Nikki, having fun?”
Nikki turned. It took her several seconds to recognize
the well-muscled young man who stood there bouncing a
baseball in one hand. “Steve!” she said with a welcoming
smile. For a moment the two friends looked one another
over.
“Wow, look at you,” they both said in unison.
After they stopped laughing Steve said, “No, I mean it.
You look beautiful. I mean you’re built like…like I
don’t know what. And it all happened in the week I’ve
been gone.”
“Thanks,” said Nikki, “but what about you? That must have
been some baseball camp. You look like you’ve been
working out for a year, not a week.”
“Actually, I got this way more like overnight,” said
Steve.
“Hey, me too,” said Nikki.
Nikki dropped her rake and the two kids took a seat on
the grass in the shade of a tree. Nikki launched into an
account of her week. She even went into detail about the
sex. She thought Steve might be embarrassed or shocked by
her story, but he just sat there in rapt attention and
begged for details.
“So,” she said finally, “tell me about baseball camp and
what happen to you.”
**
Steve’s Story:
Whap, whap, whap. Steve’s eyes popped open to the sound
of someone slapping his palm against a clipboard. For a
second Steve was disoriented, but then he remembered
where he was. Due to traffic delays he had arrived at
baseball camp too late to do anything but crawl into his
bunk fully clothed the previous night.
Now it was early morning and one of the camp’s coaches
was trying to wake up his charges. “Let’s go guys. Time
to get started. You’ve got an hour to eat breakfast and
get ready for practice. Our group will be on field three,
so let’s go.” He consulted a paper on his clipboard.
“Steve Flemming?” he called.
Steve stuck his hand in the air.
“Steve you need to get checked out by the nurse before
you do anything today. Come on and I’ll show you where to
go.”
Steve jumped from the bed. He hadn’t even removed his
shoes the previous night. In a second he and the coach
were out the door of the cabin.
Using his clipboard as a pointer the coach directed Steve
to a cabin about fifty yards away. “Join us as soon as
you can, son.”
“Yes sir,” said Steve. He jogged over to the cabin and
climbed the steps to the porch. A handwritten piece of
paper in a wooden frame on the door said ‘Laurie
Forbisher, RN’.
Steve opened the door and stepped into a waiting area.
Through a door across the room he saw a young woman
sitting at a desk, reading a newspaper. A cup of coffee
on the desktop steamed into the morning air.
“Hi,” the woman called out when she saw Steve. “I’m
Laurie and you must be Steve Flemming?”
“Yes Ma’am,” responded Steve.
Laurie laughed, “Don’t say Ma’am to a woman under thirty.
You’ll make me feel ancient.” She gestured to a room
behind her. “Come on in and we’ll get you checked out.”
Steve followed her into an examination room where Laurie
checked his height, weight and vital signs. At the same
time Steve couldn’t help but check her out. Laurie was a
couple of inches
shorter than he was. She had light
blonde hair that was cut short but full. She had a pretty
oval shaped face with light blue eyes and a warm smile.
She looked trim in a white knit polo shirt and red
shorts. She was also wearing a lab coat that held her
stethoscope and pens. It made her look more cute than
professional.
Finally, she finished her exam and picked up a plastic
cup. She handed it to Steve and said, “I need a urine
specimen. There’s a toilet through that door over there,
and I’ll be at my desk when you get through.”
“OK,” said Steve. He stepped into the toilet and closed
the door. Suddenly he was overwhelmed with the urge to
pee. He hadn’t used the bathroom since the night before.
Steve unzipped his shorts and went through the
unconscious motions that should have bought his penis out
of his underwear. But somehow his cock was still trapped
in his shorts. Steve felt as if he was about to wet
himself so he grabbed the shaft of his cock and gave it a
tug. He could feel the head sliding through the cotton of
his underwear, but it still wasn’t free. So he gave it
another tug and finally Steve felt his cock-head come
free. He could relax and vent himself. Steve looked down
in order to position the cup Laurie had given to him fill
when everything froze.
He couldn’t believe what he was looking at. His cock was
at least three times larger than it had been yesterday.
Did he have some horrible disease? He fingered it warily.
It didn’t feel tender or inflamed. Steve frowned. Should
he be worried? Should he call the nurse in to take a
look? Maybe later, he decided, if he began to hurt.
By now the pressure in his bladder finally prevailed and
he let rip a stream first into the little cup, and then
he finished in the toilet. A minute later he was handing
the cup to Laurie who was sitting at her desk.
Laurie took the cup and said, “Listen Steve, I’m helping
with a research project concerning young teens and
exercise. Would you like to take part?”
Steve shrugged, “What would I have to do?”
“Just come by here for a few minutes before you eat lunch
and again before dinner each day.”
“OK,” said Steve. He was an agreeable guy and spending
time with the pretty nurse seemed like a good idea.
The rest of Steve’s morning passed in a blur of hustle
and constant motion on the baseball field. At noon he
jogged back to the nurse’s cabin only to have to sit for
several minutes while Laurie dealt with a series of other
boys. When everyone else had left she called him into the
examination room.
“Hi Steve,” she smiled at him. “I took you last because I
need to do some preliminary tests on you that I’d already
done on the other guys.” She turned away from Steve and
began to sort through some instruments that were lying on
a table. “How about stripping off your shirt and shorts
and we’ll get started.”
Steve didn’t give her request much thought. His doctor
back home was a lady and he was used to stripping off his
clothes for her, so he was standing there in the nude
when Laurie turned back around.
“Oh…I’m sorry,” she said. “I meant for you to leave on
your under shorts, but that’s OK. I’ll just be a minute.”
She took an instrument and began to hold it against
various parts of his body. “This uses light of a certain
wavelength to measure your body fat,” she explained. She
looked at the instruments small display. Laurie frowned
and said “And you, have practically no body fat. Tell me
Steve, how long have you been using steroids?”
“What?” he said in surprise.
She gestured at his well muscled body. “I mean, you don’t
ripped like that at your age unless you’re using
something.”
“But I don’t,” protested Steve.
Laurie’s face said that she didn’t believe him. “Well, I
didn’t want to bring this up, but just look at your
penis.”
Steve looked down. His cock didn’t look too perky. It
arched away from his body and then pointed at the floor.
Maybe he was sick.
“Too many steroids can wreck your sex organs,” Laurie
went on. “I mean, it’s obvious you have an erection. And
look at it, at your age your penis should be straight as
a ruler and pointing at the sky. Yours is all drooped
over.”
Steve resisted the urge to cover himself with his hands.
How could she think he had a hard-on? It was a wonder
that his penis hadn’t disappeared all together in
embarrassment.
As if the object in question was cued by the
conversation, Steve’s cock began to swell and lengthen.
He knew what was coming. Like all teen males, Steve
couldn’t anymore stop his erection from happening than he
could flap his arms and fly around the room.
In thirty seconds Steve’s cock was pointing nearly
straight up along the rippling muscles of his torso. Its
head, that was hiding Steve’s navel, twitched slightly
with the beat of his heart.
Laurie was staring at it in wide-eyed disbelief. “I take
it all back, ” she said in amazement. “Now that’s a hard-
on.” Then she cleared her throat loudly, pulled her eyes
back to Steve’s face and said in a more normal voice.
“Well, obviously I was wrong, but if you don’t mind,
there’s one more test I’d like to do.”
“Anything,” said Steve, eager to change the subject.
Laurie picked up a plastic cup like the one Steve had
urinated in that morning. She handed it to him and said,
“In order to clear up this steroid business, I need a
sample of your sperm.”
It took a second for what Laurie wanted him to do to sink
in. Steve looked up at her and then took the cup. “Oh,”
was all he could manage to say.
Laurie began to back out of the room. She pointed over
her shoulder and said, “I’ll just wait in my office.” She
bumped into the door and then without taking her eyes off
Steve, she managed to get the door open and leave.
For the second time that day Steve studied his penis. He
wasn’t absolutely sure. He hadn’t seen the erection of
any other guy, but it sure seemed to him as if he was
hung like a horse. He felt a sensuous surge run through
his cock. Steve suddenly decided that he didn’t mind
producing some sperm for the pretty Miss Laurie. He
wrapped his hand around the shaft and tried to form a
circle with his thumb and middle finger. Oh shit, thought
Steve, my cock’s so big I can’t even get my fingers
Steve began to masturbate. He was awkward at first
because he wasn’t used to the size of his newly grown
cock and especially the placement of its sensitive head.
But awkward or not in only a couple minutes he felt the
rising pressure at the base of his cock. He was about to
cum.
Steve had to bend over and push down on his penis in
order to get the little cup in position. Then suddenly
his orgasm was happening. Steve’s orgasms were usually a
flutter of contractions in his groin followed by a few
drops of clear fluid flowing out of the slit in his cock-
head. But this time there was no mere flutter of muscles,
his hips hunched forward and the muscles at the base of
his cock went into spasm and Steve heard a squirting
sound. And then he heard another and another. When he
came down from the glowing euphoria of his orgasm Steve
stared down into the cup. There was so much cum in it he
could make it slosh back and forth. He shrugged. Big
cock, a lot of cum, it seemed reasonable to him. Steve
pulled up his pants and returned to Laurie’s office.
Laurie took the proffered cup and looked at its contents
in amazement. “Uh…thanks Steve. I’ll see you before
dinner?”
“Sure,” said Steve boldly. After he’d seen the look on
Laurie’s face he was feeling cocky in more ways than one.
After lunch Steve reported back to his group on one of
the practice fields. One of the coaches approached him
and said, “Steve, we’re going to move you to the older
group. You’re way ahead of your own age group in speed
and strength, and I’ve never seen anyone pick up on
technique like you.”
“OK,” Steve said. “That sounds good to me.” He’d thought
that things were coming to him pretty easily.
The coach led him to a different practice field where the
coach in charge there was just finishing up some remarks
to his players. As the group broke up and headed onto the
field, Steve was introduced to his new coach who said,
“Hi Steve, why don’t you warm up with the other guys.
We’ll be doing some pitching drills this afternoon. Take
it easy until your arm gets loose.”
“Yes sir,” said Steve. He grabbed a ball from an open
sack and trotted onto the practice field. The boys were
arranged in two opposing lines that were about fifty feet
apart. Each boy was playing catch with his opposite
number in the other line. Since there were an uneven
number of boys, there was one guy at the end of one of
the lines who had to make do with only occasionally
catching and throwing a ball that came his way.
Steve took his place across from the leftover player and
said, “I guess it’s you and me.”
The older boy eyed Steve suspiciously as they began to
toss the ball. “Are you sure you belong in this group?”
“This is where the coach brought me,” said Steve
innocently.
“What did you do?” taunted the older boy. “Give him a
blow job to get on a better team?”
Oh great, thought Steve. Here was another bully like his
brother Mike. Steve knew that any answer he gave would
only make things worse, so he concentrated on making the
correct arm movements that the coach had taught to him
that morning. Due to his concentration, he was unaware
that the other guys were throwing harder and harder as
they warmed up.
“Damn,” hooted the older boy as he stabbed at one of
Steve’s easy tosses. “Your arm must be about as limp as
your dick. Can’t you throw any better than that?”
Steve’s face went red. Some of the other guys were
laughing openly at the remark. Only a couple of players
were frowning at the older boy. Steve caught the ball as
it zinged back into his glove. He settled the ball into
the fingers of his right hand and locked his eyes onto a
spot that was a couple of inches to one side of the older
boy’s head. Then in one fluid motion, he stepped forward
and launched the ball with a snap of his arm just as he’d
been taught.
The ball hissed through the air and the older boy jerked
his glove upwards. The throw was too fast though. He
never got his glove open far enough and the ball caromed
off of the thumb and smacked the bully right in the nose.
You could hear the crunch of cartilage and the older
boy’s high pitched scream all over the field. Almost
instantly, blood gushed out of his nose, over his lips
and onto the front of his shirt. One of the coaches ran
over and demanded, “What had happened here.”
Steve had visions of being escorted out of camp when one
of the other older boys spoke up. “It was an accident.
The big jerk asked for a fast pitch, and when he got one,
he couldn’t get his glove on it.”
The coach frowned, but all that he said to Steve was, “I
heard you’ve got a rifle for an arm. Let’s be careful
where you point it. OK?”
“Yes sir,” said Steve, relieved that things went no
further.
After Steve had played and practiced all afternoon, he
took a desperately needed shower and put on fresh clothes
before he headed to his next session with Laurie. As
usual he was the last one to enter the examination room.
“Hi again,” greeted Laurie.
“Hi,” said Steve. He had to hide his disappointment.
Laurie had primly fastened her loose fitting lab coat
until it looked as if she was wearing a dress.
“Let’s try the body fat test again, shall we?” she asked
as she turned to her table of instruments. “Just pull off
your shirt and shorts.”
This time Steve knew to leave his underwear on. He hopped
onto the examination table and Laurie began to run her
scanner over his back. She gradually worked her way
around his body until she was running her scanner over
his thighs.
Steve couldn’t stop himself. He peeked down the front of
Laurie’s lab coat. His eyebrows shot up when he found
himself gazing at the top of her breasts. No wonder she
was wearing her coat like a dress, she was wearing only a
skimpy bra and panties underneath it.
For the second time that day he felt his cock begin to
grow in front of Laurie. In fact, the growth was
downright painful because it was caught between his legs.
Steve squirmed around a bit and suddenly he felt his cock
pop from between his legs. He could hear it whiffling
through one leg of his boxers and before he could cover
himself his cock head had pushed its way past the
waistband of his underwear.
“Well, well look who’s come out to play,” said Laurie.
She took her scanner and ran the plastic head over the
head of his penis making it swell and turn purple with
excitement. She glanced at the read-out and said with a
smile, “Just as I thought, no fat here. Only stiff
muscle.”
“Really?” asked Steve, loving the feel of the hard
plastic rubbing about on his cock.
“Actually it’s more a sponge-like tissue, but there’s no
need for an anatomy lesson when there’s so much fun to be
had,” said Laurie, running the palm of her hand over his
cock-head.
“Fun?” whispered Steve. The feel of her hand was even
better than the scanner.
Laurie stepped back and began to undo the buttons on her
lab coat. “Oh yeah, we can have lots of fun if you’ll
keep it secret.”
With her lab coat unbuttoned, Laurie flashed open first
one side of the coat and then the other giving Steve
glimpses of her nearly nude body. “How about it? Think
you can keep a secret just between the two of us?”
“Yeah,” said Steve, continuing his monosyllabic end of
the conversation.
“Good,” said Laurie as she finally whipped off her coat.
She stepped over to Steve and grabbed his boxers. Steve
thought she was going to rip his underwear in two before
he could get his butt off the table and she could slide
his shorts down his legs.
Laurie threw his boxers into a corner and then stepped
out of her bikini panties and tossed them into the same
corner. She spread her feet wide apart, and then Steve’s
eyes went wide as saucers as he watched Laurie’s fingers
disappear into her crotch.
“Do you know how to tell if a woman is sexually aroused?”
asked Laurie.
“No,” croaked Steve.
Laurie pulled her fingers away from her crotch and shoved
the glistening, fragrant digits practically under Steve’s
nose. “Vaginal secretions,” said Laurie.
“Oh,” said Steve, as his nostrils flared at the scent and
his eyes crossed as he tried to follow her fingers.
“It’s not always a foolproof indication of course,” said
Laurie, “but in my case I’ve been wet all afternoon just
thinking about that great cock of yours.” She took her
fingers and painted his cock-head, mixing her wetness
with the precum that was beginning to ooze from his slit.
“Uhhhh…” said Steve.
Laurie moved to the side and put her forearms on the
examination table, then with her ass sticking up in the
air and twitching back and forth she said, “That’s why
we’re going to skip all the foreplay. Now hop up and
stand behind me.” Steve did as he was told. Laurie
reached around and grabbed his cock shaft and when she
pulled it down his cock slapped her on the ass.
“I still can’t believe how long this thing is,” Laurie
said. “Come on now Steve, work with me, you need to move
your hips back a little.”
Steve moved his hips back until he felt Laurie slide his
cock-head along her ass. He felt the tip of his cock push
a bit flesh to one side and then another bit of flesh the
other side and then Laurie tugged him forward a little
and suddenly Steve thought he’d died and gone to heaven.
A hot velvety softness engulfed his cock-head and even
the slightest twitch of his body brought sexual bliss. He
stood there, reveling in the feeling for long moments.
“Uh, Steve?” said Laurie. “The idea is to generate a
little more movement.”
“Oh,” said Steve as he pushed his hips forward.
“Ahhh…” moaned Laurie, “I can’t believe how good that
feels.”
Steve caught on to the idea immediately. He began to pump
Laurie’s pussy with long slow strokes. This has to be a
hundred times better than using my hand, thought Steve.
He felt his cock swell and suddenly his orgasm was right
there. He sprayed a dozen long streams of cum into
Laurie’s stretched pussy. He could even feel the hot
stuff wash back over his cock, and he could see it
dripping off her pussy lips.
Laurie, who had seemed so cool and matter of fact just
moments before, became some sort of shrieking wild woman.
Her legs quivered and her moans went up in pitch until
she was almost screeching.
“Are you alright?” asked Steve. He wondered if he’d done
it all wrong. Was she hurt?
“It’s…it’s wonderful,” she gasped. Laurie stretched out
her arm and waved her hand to urge him on. “More,” she
demanded. “Come on, fuck me more.”
Steve felt a surge of power in his cock. Not that it had
even begun to become limp or anything. Laurie was OK. She
had cum just like he had, albeit much louder. He began to
swing his hips once more.
“Oh yeah baby, that’s it,” Laurie said, and then she was
cumming again. Her hips were plunging and dipping,
twisting Steve’s cock first one way and then the other.
He had to grab her hips in order to get their rhythm
going once again.
Steve felt another orgasm building and then he was
pumping out another load that was just as big as his
first. The head of his cock became super sensitive, but
Steve was determined
not to stop. He kept going and
going, cumming and cumming until he recognized that
Laurie’s cries had changed from passion to pain.
“Stop honey…please stop…I can’t take it any more.”
Laurie had collapsed her upper body onto the examination
table. Her eyes were glazed and her voice was a hoarse
whisper.
Steve immediately jerked his cock out of Laurie’s liquid
feeling pussy. He didn’t want to hurt her, but on the
other hand he didn’t see any need to waste a good build
up. He was still iron stiff. He stroked his cock a dozen
times and more streams of cum arced through the air and
landed on Laurie’s back.
**
“And that was pretty much how it went all week,” Steve
said to Nikki.
“Wow,” said Nikki. “That was some story.” I wouldn’t
believe it if it didn’t sound so much like mine.” She
giggled, “What else did you learn at camp?”
“Well, when Laurie felt better she showed me a lot of
different positions. She…”
“I meant baseball, you goof.”
“Oh yeah,” said Steve sheepishly. “I did great. The
coaches said I might be making millions as a pitcher
before I get out of high school.”
“You’re kidding.”
“No, said Steve. He stood up fingering the baseball he’d
been carrying. “I’ll show you. Pick out a target.”
Nikki shrugged. “How about that tree over there,” she
said, pointing at a tree not fifty feet away.
“No, much harder than that,” urged Steve.
Nikki got up and looked around, determined to find a near
impossible target. “OK, see Mrs. Jackson’s mailbox?”
“That’s it?” asked Steve.
“No, the flag’s up. Let’s see you hit that.”
Steve peered at the little red flag that had to be at
least two hundred feet away. He took a step and then his
arm whipped forward. The ball hissed away and seemed to
hang in the air for a second, then it dipped down, there
was a click and the flag bent over sideways.
“You did it,” said Nikki. She ran her hands over the
heavy muscles of Steve’s arm. “Maybe this arm really is
worth millions.”
“I hope so,” said Steve. “One of the coaches said that
he’d be glad to be my agent, if I didn’t know anyone.”
“Oh, I know who you can get,” said Nikki.
“Who?”
“My stepmother’s brother, Lucas. He’s going to be a
lawyer and I’m sure he’s honest. Just the other day he
said that he wanted to be an agent. ”
“We’ll see,” said Steve. Nikki’s warm hands were still
caressing his arm, and the subject of agents was getting
further and further from his mind. Despite the fact that
they’d been talking about sex for the past hour, Steve
was feeling nervous about bringing it up directly with
Nikki. His thoughts were interrupted when a car stopped
on the street and they watched as Steve’s brother, Mike
emerged. Mike took a bag from the car’s trunk and then he
waved to the driver as the car pulled away.
Mike saw Steve and Nikki standing in her yard and pointed
a finger at them. “Stay out of the house for a while,” he
commanded, and then he trotted off.
Steve laughed, “I guess Mike’s going to jump on Alice.
Unlike some people I could name,” his voice took on a
very superior tone; “he hasn’t had sex all week.”
Nikki giggled and nodded her head in agreement. “Why
don’t we get your ball and fix Mrs. Johnson’s mailbox,
and then pay Mike and Alice a visit.”
“Good idea,” said Steve he could already feel his cock
begin to swell.
A few minutes later Steve used his house key to unlock
the front door of his home. He quietly opened the door
and then he and Nikki boldly stepped inside. Just as
Steve had thought, Mike and Alice were too hot for one
another to take the time to go to another room. There
were two puddles of clothes on the floor and Alice was on
all fours on the rug, while a naked Mike, who was on his
knees to her rear, spanked his groin against her butt
with a slapping sound.
Mike’s head jerked up. His passion glazed eyes turned
angry. “What the hell are you…” He broke off when he
saw that something wasn’t quite right about his little
brother.
Steve began to casually pull down his shorts, and said,
“Hi Mike. I thought I might find you and Alice like
this.” He kicked his shorts across the room and then
jerked his under shorts down with a flourish. His
oversized penis leapt up and thwacked into his hard
stomach muscles. “And I thought she might like a real
cock for a change.” Steve took his cock in hand and as he
slowly stroked it he grinned at Alice and asked, “What
d’ya say Alice? Want a little of this?”
Alice gaped at Steve’s cock as he turned sideways to let
her get a good view. Her lips didn’t say anything, but
her eyes said that she wanted it bad. Steve walked over
to the astonished Mike and put the tip of his index
finger on his forehead. He gave a little push and Mike
did a full backward somersault across the room. Moving
smoothly, Steve knelt behind Alice and slid his cock into
her dripping pussy.
Alice’s eyes flew wide open. “Ohhh myyy…” she sighed.
“Never so full…never so deep.” Steve began to steadily
pump his adopted mom, and in less than a minute she was
shivering with her first orgasm.
Mike righted himself in a corner of the room. It looked
as if he was gathering himself to assault his little
brother until Nikki walked over and sat beside him.
Mike’s eyes went from Nikki to Steve and then back again.
“What…what happened here. How did you get so sexy and
where did Steve get all those muscles and that…that log
between his legs.”
Nikki giggled. “We’re not sure, but we’re certainly
having fun.” She took Mike’s flaccid cock in her hand and
in a couple of strokes it was rock hard. She continued to
stroke him as they watched Steve and Alice hump like
rabbits. In a few seconds cum was spurting from Mike’s
cock. Nikki used the milky fluid to lubricate her hand
and then she continued to jerk Mike.
Nearly an hour later, Steve and Alice had moved to the
couch. Steve was slouched down on the cushions and Alice
was on top of him with her arms wrapped around his neck,
and her tits flattened against his bulging pec’s. Earlier
she’d been throwing her ass up and down like a madwoman,
but now she was panting heavily and she was barely able
to rock her hips back and forth on the upper half of
Steve’s cock. But still, every few seconds, the muscles
of her ass trembled with another orgasm.
Steve peeked at Nikki from the veil of Alice’s hair that
lay across his face. He stood, holding Alice in his arms
as if she was a child. Although she was murmuring,
“More…more,” Steve laid Alice on the couch and withdrew
his cock from her overheated pussy with a slurping sound.
Alice whimpered once but then she rolled onto her side
and seconds later she began to snore softly.
Steve gestured to his nearly unconscious brother and said
to Nikki, “Don’t you think he’s had enough?”
Nikki had been absent-mindedly stroking Mike’s cock as
she’d watched Steve and Alice perform. Now she turned her
attention to Mike to look at her handiwork. His groin was
covered in cum. In fact, the stuff had flowed across his
thighs and it was pooling on the floor. As they watched,
Mike moaned and three more spurts of cum erupted from the
tip of his cock and fell back onto Nikki’s fingers.
“Oh yeah, I guess so,” she said as she withdrew her hand
and looked around for something on which to wipe her
hand.
“Here you go,” said Steve as he threw Mike’s shirt to
her. “I’m sure he won’t mind,” he laughed.
He watched as Nikki cleaned off her hand and said, “It
looks like everyone’s had his fun but you.”
“And I like fun,” said Nikki. “Lots and lots of fun.”
She grinned at Steve as she tossed down Mike’s cummy
shirt. “Think you’re up to it?”
Steve stroked his cock, that was still straight and
ridged, and said, “As long as you’re in sight, I’ll
always be up to it.”
Nikki smiled into his eyes, took his hand and said, “Why
don’t we go find a nice soft bed?”
**
Aphrodite sighed as she watched the two teens leave the
room hand in hand, “I love a happy ending,” she said to
Ares who was sitting by her side. He’d been watching the
humans with rapt attention.
He snorted loudly. “Well of course they’re happy. They
can have all the sex they want, and soon they’ll have
more wealth than they can imagine.”
“And there’s something wrong with that?”
Ares waved a dismissive hand, “It’s a waste of godly
power on two ungrateful humans.”
Aphrodite cocked an eyebrow, “I suppose you’re right,”
she said. “I’ll just put things back they way they were.
I’ll make them think it was all a dream.” She stretched
out an arm as if she was getting ready for exercise. “I
mean there’s certainly no point in watching
those young,
perfectly formed bodies writhe about in ecstasy. Pushing
one another to ever-increasing heights of passion. I can
make them love one another, but I can’t make them wise.
They’ll probably waste their treasure on all sorts of
depravity.”
Ares snapped his hand out and then softly drew
Aphrodite’s arm back to her side. “Writhing bodies,
heights of passion and depravity, you say?”
She nodded slyly.
“Well, I suppose we could let them have at it for twenty
or a hundred years or so.”
Aphrodite patted his arm and said, “Whatever you say
dear. Whatever you say.”