Jennifer was bent over the back of the couch, shaking, nervous. She kept pushing her long blonde hair back behind her ears as the photographer instructed. She couldn't believe she was doing this. She needed the money, but didn't realize posing for an adult magazine would be this hard. She hadn't even taken off her skirt yet. It was, however, hiked just high enough to show her tight, round ass."Spread your legs more, Jennifer," the photographer ordered. She did as she was told and cautiously moved her legs apart. It was difficult to do in these ridiculous high heels he made her wear. The straps were wrapped up her ankle and over her calves. "Okay, now look back at me," he ordered again. And she did, blushing.********************Jennifer was now nude, sitting on the couch. She had been here for what seemed like three hours. There was no telling how many rolls of film her photographer, Tony, had shot. She sat exhausted, still in those heels. They were hurting her feet, she wanted to t
Nick pulled his cock out and stroked it fast in front of her face. She opened her eyes, suprised that he pulled out his cock. She thought they wanted her to swallow it. She could hear the camera clicking away faster than it had all day. She heard the door open and shut again. Nick jerked his cock furiously in front of her. He reached back and pulled Jennifer's face closer to his waist. "Look up at him, Jennifer, look up at him!" Tony yelled. She looked up to Nick's face, clenched in exctacy. He let out a yell and she saw the cum shoot out from his cock. The first two streams landed on her forehead and began to drip down into her eyebrows. Nick was yelling and aiming his spurting cock at different spots on her face. Cum was shooting out of his cock all over her cheek and nose. It felt warm and slimy, but she was thankful none of it was in her mouth.Then Nick grabbed her by the chin and wiped his cum-covered cock head over her lips, smearing her with semen. She clenched her eyes shut,
Jennnifer pulled the comforter over the corners of the bed, smoothed out the wrinkles, stepped back and examined her work. Satisfied the bed was made and that the rest of her dormroom was clean, she began the task of picking out something to wear to the party tonight. Tonight we be really fun, she thought, because her younger sister Katie was coming up for the weekend.Katie was a senior in high school and was in the process of checking out colleges to attend and this was her weekend to check out the school her sister raved about. Jennifer was intent on showing her a great time and what better way to start it off then to take her to a frat party? Jennifer pulled various outfits from her tiny closet and held them against her body in front of the mirror, trying to find a satisfactory combination. She became frustrated, throwing the clothes to the bed. Finally she stopped and just stood in front of the full-length mirror screwed to the door to her room.Times like this was when she thoug
Katie had to pee, bad. She stumbled through the house, looking for an empty bathroom, but all were locked. She even heard moans coming from behind one door. She thought about her sister and quickly dismissed the thought. Finally she found an open room, one inside some guy's messy bedroom. She sat down on the toilet and noticed a stack of magazines on the tank behind her. She turned around and grabbed a handful and began to leaf through them....ESPN....Sports Illustrated....Maxim....Rolling Stone.......Tight Teen Asses...Katie, being somewhat incapacitated, was intrigued. She had never seen porn before and thought, what the hell, no one will know. She began to flip through the pages as she peed and saw nothing that she didn't especially expect. Then she saw something that caught her eye. A group of men standing around a girl. They all had their dicks in their hands and were probably jacking off, Katie decided. Then Katie saw the close-up on the opposite page. She quickly dropped it
I don't really know where to start. It feels strange going back to the beginning after everything that's happened since. I'm such a different person now than I was back then. I mean gawd I was such a goody-goody! I remember really thinking that Steven loved me. I mean he told me so! He was my first real boyfriend; I was 18 years old, a senior in high school, but I was ready to believe anything. He looked deep into my eyes and told me that he would never leave me. I sighed wistfully and thought I was in Heaven. Little did I know that he just wanted to cop a feel; not that it bugged me or anything, but when things looked like they were going to get purely physical, I wanted to see how far he would go for me first. And lo and behold, the spineless prick didn't even try to fuck me once I put on the slightest hard-to-get act. To be honest, I'm not sure if I would have let him or not. He wouldn't have been my first. I'd let one of the neighboring boys up at the cottage the previous summer u
It was weird, but for some reason that turned me off. I didn't want to give permission. I wanted him—them, I mean—to do whatever they wanted with me. And I didn't want to have to give permission.Todd got the idea, thank God. "For fuck's sake, Farber, let's ream the little slut. Get her on her knees."And that's what did it. From then on I was a changed woman.I'd never been privy to such filthy language before. I don't know what it was. But as soon as l heard the word "slut" I went weak in the knees. And it wasn't just the word itself. It was the way he spat it out. The way he talked to Ben as if I wasn't even there. As if I were just a common piece of street trash, a piece of meat who didn't deserve his full attention. I fucking loved it.I think Ben saw me stiffen as a dozen different juices flowed into my pussy, because his entire attitude changed. Good. This was the permission he had been seeking."I suppose we could use the little whore for a while," he said roughly. He grabbed
Because it seems that behind me Todd was getting bored just stroking his cock and watching this ultra-hard core scene play out. Without letting me remove my lips from Ben's shaft, Todd picked me up by my torso, twisted me so that I was now facing the ceiling and, as Ben slowly stood up straighter, arching my head downwards, slammed me down on the lab table at the front of the room. He reached up to my waist and grabbed my conservative, ankle-length skirt and, without asking for any kind of permission, ripped the garment right up the seam and tore it in half. I opened my mouth to protest, but Ben just slapped me across the face—playfully, mind you; he wasn't beating me or anything—and shoved his dick in deeper. His balls bounced rapidly against my skin. "Don't talk you little skank," he said. "Suck."I didn't know what it was. I had always been so prim and proper in the past. When Trevor, the boy-next-door up at the cottage had fucked me l had started by giving his modest-sized prick l
''Fuck, yeah," she breathed heavily, raising the camera and pointing it right at me. The rest of the guy's seed was hosing me down, again collecting mainly over my lips and into my throat. ''Okay, Katie," Denise grinned. ''Let's see how much of a trashy little fuck-whore you really are." She kneeled down right beside my face, all the while keeping me in shot with the camcorder. I could see the cumshot that had caught her in the face was still visible across her eyelashes and down to her lips. She leaned in close and whispered right into my ear.''Do it, you fucking slut," she breathed into my ear. "Swallow. Swallow like the cheap little whore you are."And so I did. All the training I'd had in Drama class, coupled with everything I could remember from each and every pornographic movie I had ever seen came together at once. I instantly sat up (my bonds had loosened throughout my ordeal), and turned straight to the camera, all the while closing my mouth around the huge load of sperm in
"I couldn't do it," she whimpered in abject misery. "I couldn't do it. I'm so sorry I couldn't do it.""Shhh," I shushed her soothingly. "I know you tried your best."Bleary eyed, she turned to look up at me. "If I did, would it change the way you feel about me?"I gave her a reassuring smile and began to say the same thing I'd said to her last night. "I told you: I won't love you any le-"I stopped as I was suddenly seized with the sense that I was about to make a huge mistake. I remembered what Sam had said to me the last time I'd said those words, complaining that I wasn't listening.But I was listening now, and I realized that last night I'd gotten everything backwards. So instead, I tilted her face to look up at me and stated evenly, "Deep-throating me isn't going to make me love you more. I don't need you to do something like that... or even have sex with me... to try and make me think of you as 'my favorite'. You can't buy my love with a blowjob. I care a great deal about you a
I arched an eyebrow. "Never really thought of myself as 'gorgeous'.""Why do you think we've all been rubbing ourselves all over you for the past few years? It's not because you're ugly." Sam reached up and traced my cheek with her fingertips. "It's in your eyes, really. The intensity of your stare when you look at us with such... heat."I started to look at her with heat in my eyes, thinking about all the things I'd done to her last night... Thinking of all the things I could be doing to her right now. But I took a deep breath and forced myself to once again be patient, to think rationally instead of hormonally."But what changed?" I asked. "You've been attracted to me for a long time, you say. What was different about last night?"Sam sighed and stared back into her lap. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said quietly, "Maybe I should just go home.""Sam...""This wasn't a good idea.""You can't dodge this forever. And you don't have an excuse that you need to beat your pa
I nodded, and she nodded, and a long silence fell over both of us. We smiled at each other, unsure of what to say. And after the silence started to become a little awkward, only then did we seem to remember our nudity."I did NOT expect to have this conversation today," I finally said, a little embarrassed."Me neither. But..." She popped her eyebrows and gave me a hopeful smile. "I know this hasn't been the most 'uber sexy' conversation, but would it be too weird for me to say I'd still like to take another shot at this sex thing?"I raised my eyebrows. "You sure?""I don't want to go to bed tonight still a... Well I guess I'm not technically a virgin anymore, but I still don't feel like I've earned my woman card."I smiled but held up a finger. "You're letting me go down on you this time, no arguments.""Not arguing.""Maybe I shoulda bought some lube." I suddenly grimaced and rubbed my temple as if I could physically scrub away the thought that had just popped into my mind."What?"
Belle snorted and gave me a look of disbelief. "You really think I wanted all that? I love you, Matty, and I always will. But I never wanted a fancy romantic date. The six of us girls may be eagerly climbing all over your body exploring everything physical pleasure has to offer, but none of us is going to date you. The BTC will survive you fucking the shit out of Sam. The BTC will survive you having sex with me. It will NOT survive you becoming someone's actual boyfriend. I told you before: I'm not breaking up the BTC for us.""Then...?"Belle pulled my hands out of her shirt and sweatpants, twisted around in my embrace, and got to her knees. She leaned forward to kiss me gently before sitting back on her heels. And then she reached down to grab the hem of her t-shirt and swiftly whipped it over her head. Her bra had been dislodged, exposing her right boob, but she unclasped it and tossed it to join the shirt. And then she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her sweatpants and sta
"Yeah, I'll bet she was soooo torn up about it," Belle scoffed. "You know she DID say that one time it wouldn't be such a stretch for her to fuck you just so she could be your favorite.""I don't think that's what was going through her mind. I mean, I DID ask her why she did it, but she looked at the clock and said we had to hurry home.""Convenient."I sighed. "I thought so, too. She dodged the question. But at the same time, I genuinely believe that she doesn't know why she did it. It was an impulsive decision. Ten seconds earlier, she'd been bawling her eyes out over her inability to deep-throat me even though I told her it wasn't a big deal. Maybe having sex with me was her way of... making it up to me? Something like that."Belle looked at me skeptically. "She couldn't deep-throat you, so she figured she'd give you her pussy instead?""I know it sounds crazy, but it's the best explanation I've got."Belle pursed her lips and sighed, looking thoughtful. She started shaking her hea
"Language, please, Matthew," Mother interrupted.I sighed and tried again. "Why does everybody assume I have to be having sex with the girls to be friends with them? I'm NOT.""Well, you're apparently fucking Sam."I popped my eyebrows at Mother's use of the f-word. It told me she was dead serious. Or she was messing with me. I couldn't actually tell. Pursing my lips, I said defensively, "That's different.""Are you in love with her?""With Sam? No." I shook my head. "We're friends.""'Friends' don't spend three out of four nights alone together, having sex or... or whatever you two were doing to each other before tonight."I buried my face in my hands. "I canNOT believe I'm having this conversation with my mother.""Is she going to become your girlfriend?""No.""Do you intend to keep having sex with her?""I don't know! We didn't plan on last night happening! It just... I mean..." My shoulders sagged. "Things got out of control, annnnd we didn't really have time to talk about it bec
Closing her eyes, Sam held up a finger and grimaced. She exhaled slowly, opened her eyes again, and said, "I know that we need to talk about this, but I really don't have the time right now. I've GOT to beat them home.""Don't deflect.""I promise we'll talk later, okay?""There's still plenty of time to-""Matty, please?" She stared at me, her eyes begging me to drop it, and all thoughts of pressuring her any further evaporated. Something incredibly momentous had happened between us, life-altering really, and I was desperate to understand why. But my relationship with Sam - with all the BTC girls, really - had been built on me never pushing them beyond what they were comfortable with. And I couldn't bring myself to push her on this, either.With a sigh, I nodded my agreement silently, and Sam immediately vaulted off my bed and to start hunting around for her clothes. I watched the way those big naked tits wobbled as she hunched over and bent to grab first her dress and then her corse
Without a word of warning or request, Sam elevated her body, notched my cockhead at the entrance to her pussy, and sank herself down.My jaw dropped.My eyes went WIDE.My hips jerked UP.Sam moaned, tilted her face to the right, and mashed her lips against mine.And then she MOVED.Wrapping both arms around my head, Sam yanked my face down into her prodigious cleavage as she started to fuck me. I felt my cheeks getting squished by her massive mammaries, a constant up-and-down motion as she rose and fell in my lap with rhythmic intensity.And my cock? Holy crap I can't even properly describe what was happening to my cock. Adjectives fail to properly define how it felt to be inside my very first pussy. Tight? Yes. Wet? Hell yes. AMAZEBALLS? Hell fucking yes. And yet so much more.'Sex is fucking amazing!!' I thought to myself.'Why the fuck did I ever wait this long?!?''I shoulda dropped the entire BTC in a fucking heartbeat and just slammed it into Holly when I had the chance!'Okay,
"Oh, my fucking GAWD..." I moaned rapturously, and Sam's smile lit up the room with both pride and delight at my reaction.Even though her makeup had been messed up a little, her hair was still sexy and I loved the way her dangling silver earrings framed her face. She wore a strapless, black lace corset top that lifted and separated her huge breasts so that they almost appeared spherical. I tugged her satiny dress past her hips and down to the floor, revealing a matching garter belt to go with her thigh-high lace stockings. She stepped out of the satiny material and waited for me to remove her skyscraper heels, since I had my hands on her left shoe. But with a bit of a smile, I pulled my hands away and left the heels alone. "Wouldn't want your bootcamp training to go to waste," I murmured with a smile.Still kneeling before her, I ran my hands up Sam's stockings and around to cup her juicy buttcheeks, using my grip to tug her crotch forward so I could inhale her sweet scent and take a