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One Step Ahead – Part 3

Starting to get into the sex. Lots more to come after this. Please let me know what you think. I appreciate the feedback whether it’s positive or negative.Part 3
Once I’d decided that I was going to get revenge on Mindy it felt as if a weight had been taken off my chest. I was going to find a way to release the rage and pain. I started going through my options for how to get back at Mindy.
The first thing that occurred to me was to physically overpower her. There was a unbelievable appeal to this; I was surprised how appealing the idea of controlling her was to me, but I was more than willing willing to work with it. Despite the initial appeal of the idea, the more I thought about it the more it seemed like it was iffy at best.
I had no desire to get into a war with Mindy where I would use my size and strength but she would use handcuffs or whatever else whenever I was sleeping. No, I needed to have something to hold over her head, I needed to find a way to make it so that should couldn’t retaliate.
Some sort of blackmail was the obvious solution, but I knew Mindy well enough to know her general actions on a day to day basis and I was fairly sure that she didn’t get up to anything worth blackmailing over. Besides, even if she was doing something, she was technically a single widow so how bad would it be? I doubted the repercussions would affect her even if I could dig something up.
I thought about financials too and while it was possible she was stealing money or something else that was wrong, it seemed incredibly unlikely. Mindy had cards with no limit and in her current life could do anything she wanted, she had no reason to steal anything. I also knew that she could just walk away if need be. My dad had made sure that Mindy would get enough money that she wouldn’t be strapped for cash for a long time, if ever, even if she left our lives completely.
I needed leverage that was undeniably wrong and associated with her as a person so she couldn’t just leave if the shit hit the fan. I figured the only thing like that would be a criminal record. It occurred to me that molestation was a criminal charge so what she was doing to ME was illegal… I was fairly sure that the age of consent in my state was 16 but there was no consenting in any of the things that Mindy had done to me. I needed to capture her in the act of abusing me.
I didn’t know yet how I wanted to go about catching Mindy in the act, but by my math I had some time to figure it out. My aunt and uncle would be home the following afternoon. I didn’t want a repeat of this morning so I’d just stay out overnight. I could crash at a hotel. So long as I was home before my aunt and uncle arrived I doubted that Mindy would make an issue out of it. That meant that if I could dodge tomorrow morning I would have two and a half weeks until my aunt and uncle were out of town again, leaving me alone with Mindy.
They were going to Japan or China or something for that trip and would be gone for two and a half weeks so I knew that I needed to have my plan figured by then or those two weeks would be a living hell for me.
I wasn’t sure where to begin looking for assistance on how to catch her but I knew someone who might know how to get me what I needed. I called my dad’s lawyer. I didn’t know Francis extremely well, but I knew him pretty well all things considered. He’d been at my birthday parties before and I know that my dad had considered him to be nearly family. Going to Francis to ask to put me in touch with someone who knew about covert surveillance would probably be an awkward conversation, but a 16 year old kid is probably a weird enough client that he’d just shrug it off to me being a teen boy. I was worried that maybe he’d tell my uncle, or, even worse, Mindy, but it was a risk I was willing to take so called him and to hell with the consequences.
His assistant answered after only a single ring. I asked her to put me through to him.
“Jason! This is an unexpected call. Before we get to what you’re calling about I want you to know that you don’t need to call my office. Let me give you my personal phone number, it’ll go right through unless I’m in a meeting or already on a call.”
He sounded genuinely happy to hear from me which emboldened me to get down to business.
“I’ll make sure to do so in the future. Francis, I have a couple of questions for you that are not in and of themselves wrong, but before I ask I need to know if our conversations will be passed on to anyone else.”
He paused for a few seconds as if to gather his thoughts before replying, “Jason, your relationship with your lawyer is one of the few relationships where you can tell me literally anything and be confident that I won’t say a word to another soul. After your father’s passing I’ve considered myself to be your lawyer. My invoices are paid by your accounts and any of our conversations, no matter the content, will remain between you and I without another soul knowing. Not your uncle. Not your aunt. Not your step mom. I really mean that. I hope that we have years left to work together, and I hope that we can be friends, but know that regardless of that nothing you tell me will ever be passed on to another soul.”
I didn’t quite breathe a sigh of relief, but I wanted to. “Well I’m very glad to hear that. I don’t think that I have any business secrets that can’t get out and I have no mistresses to hide from my wife, but I’m glad to know that when my life is at its worst I’ll have one place I can surely go.
“I have two questions to put to you. The first question is when are you free to grab a lunch. I’ve been out of touch with what’s happening and I’d really appreciate if you could take a few hours to explain to me where my business stands, how my finances are, and anything else you might think is pertinent for me to know. Second, I’d really appreciate if you could put me in contact with a PI who specializes in covertly, and remotely capturing evidence.”
“As to the first, I’m sure that we can make that happen as soon as this Friday, but I’ll have my assistant give you a call when we finish and she can give you more definite dates. I’ll make sure she knows it’s a priority to find a time that is convenient for you. As to the second, a few names are coming to mind but I’ll ask around to make sure I find the best. Are you looking to hire their services or just get a consult? If you’re looking to hire we can handle that for you,” Francis replied.
“I think that right now I’m only looking to get a consult but if I need to hire them for anything I’ll be sure to let you know,” I said.
We said our goodbyes then he put me on with his assistant to find a good date to get some lunch and learn about everything that was mine in this world (while I wanted to learn this I had other things on my mind so I pushed it out a few weeks). Not fifteen minutes after hanging up with his assistant I got a text message from Francis with the contact information for a PI.
I got a lot of good advice from the PI on how to monitor a room without anyone in it knowing that they were being watched and/or listened to. I was tempted to hire them to do the install but was afraid that my uncle would find out and ask hard to answer questions. Instead I just got them to order me what I needed.
After just a few hours I already had a plan mostly formulated and all that was left was to prepare it and then put it into action. I knew that everything had to be just perfect. I alternated between shaking with excitement at the prospect of succeeding in what I was planning and shivering with fear of failing or being found out.
I’d stayed out the night before my aunt and uncle got home. Mindy didn’t comment when I got home but she did give me a lascivious wink and a little shake of her ass. The first two parts of my plan were taking place simultaneously. The first was to begin preparations to catch Mindy. The second was to “allow” myself to be teased, but steadfastly ignore her. I needed her to be dying to push things even farther to get my attention.
Two weeks flew by. Summer always passes fast but this summer in particular seemed to skip June entirely and leap straight into July. After two weeks of close proximity to Mindy but not once slipping up and giving her the satisfaction of seeing me give in my lust I knew that she was again getting to a point of pushing the envelope. She started taking to wearing nothing but cut off shorts and a bikini top whenever my aunt and uncle weren’t around to witness it.
Her teasing started to pick up even when other people were present. I was watching a premiere league game with my uncle on afternoon (typical Yankee, I was a ManU fan and would often watch their games during the summer when hockey and football weren’t available), lying on the couch with my head on the armrest. My uncle was in a recliner at the end of the couch, on the end with my feet.
Mindy came into the room and made a little joke about boys and their sports (which was ironic because she was a die-hard Bears fan) then put her hands on my shoulders. I forced myself to not tense up at the unwelcome contact. My uncle joked back with her then went back to watching the game. As soon as his eyes left us she leaned down to rest her breasts against the top of my head then whisper into my ear, “Only a few more days then it’s just again sugar. You can’t stay out all the nights, eventually you’ll be mine.” She gave my ear a quick nibble and a kiss before straightening and walking out of the room.
I pretended to ignore her but in reality I was thinking to myself that she had quite the surprise in store for her if she thought that *I* was going to be *hers*.
After having two weeks fly by the last few days went at a crawl. I’d made all my preparations. I’d done more research over those two weeks than I’d done in the rest of my life combined. Now all I had to do was wait and examine and re-examine my plan looking for flaws.
The biggest weakness of my plan was that I needed her to *do* something before I had anything on her. There was generic teasing that she always did, but that was only inappropriate, not illegal. That meant that I’d need to suffer through another episode of her torturing me before I had anything on her. Every time I considered that my stomach would flip flop inside of me and I’d break out in cold sweats. I’d tell myself that it was only once more, but I was afraid that once more would be once more too many.
The day finally came when my aunt and uncle were leaving. They left early in the morning. Their driver was waiting to take them to the airport and Mindy and I were at the doors saying our goodbyes. As soon as the car was driving away Mindy took a step to get next to me, pressing her breasts against my arm and clutching me to her. She had her face pressed against my chest and she said in a voice only slightly louder than a whisper, “I’ve been waiting for this. You’re all mine for two weeks. I’m so very excited.”
I was staring down at the top of her head, daggers shooting out of my eyes, but I didn’t say a word to her. I knew this last day of waiting would kill me so instead of staying in the house I thought it’d be a good idea to head over to the Park and see if Keith, Larry and Tony were there. Sure enough, they were along with some other guys, playing pickup football.
I passed the day with them, although I don’t know that they were grateful for me to be on their team. To say I was distracted would be a huge understatement. I got home in the early evening and went straight to my room. I doubted I’d sleep anytime soon but sitting in my room would still be better than facing Mindy. I was scared to death of what I was about to put myself through, but excited at the prospect of maybe being only a day away from breaking out of the bondage she had put me in.
I hadn’t seen Mindy when I got home and she didn’t come into my room that evening. I must have checked to make sure everything was in place and in working order over a dozen times. I don’t know how I finally managed to get to sleep but I did. The last time I checked the clock there was a 4:30am staring right back at me.
Part of me had been nervous that she wouldn’t do anything to me the next morning (imagine that, nervous that she *wouldn’t* do something…) and that I’d have another day of anxiety. Those fears were unfounded. I jerked awake to feeling a pressure on top of me. Mindy had me handcuffed again, spread eagle on the bed. My waking conscious’ first thought, oddly enough, was to wonder how she’d managed to cuff me two different times without waking me.
Mindy was lying on directly on top of me, snuggling against my chest. She must have felt me wake up because she looked up at me with a cheshire cat grin on her face. She met my eyes and I felt simultaneously nervous and aroused. To my shame I could feel myself harden just meeting her eyes and seeing the passion there. I could also feel my heart skip a beat seeing that there was no mercy in those eyes.
She sat up so that she was sitting on my stomach reaching up to my head with her right hand and holding my head in place so that I couldn’t look away. She then bent down and kissed my left nipple, sucking it into her mouth and giving it a light bite. She kissed her way up my chest, up my the left side of my next until she was at my ear then she gave my ear the lightest of licks, almost as if her breath were somehow the thing actually giving the lick.
“I thought that maybe you would try to hide from me, I thought I’d have to wait a few days until you were brave enough to come back to my waiting arms, but here you are. I had no idea you would be so excited to see me again. We are going to have so much funnnnn,” she breathed into my ear. Her voice had grown in passion until the last words were almost a hiss.
Then she pressed her mouth against mine. I know it was technically a kiss but it felt more like a declaration of both passion and desperation. She kept kissing me but reached down with her left hand, grabbing hold of my hardness and squeezing it in her hand. She would pull her head away from kissing me just long enough to say a word or two so that her sentence came out in broken up gasps, “I can…feel…how hard…you are…waiting…for me…to ravish…youuuuu.”
Her hips had begun to grind against my abs. Her eyes had closed but mine hadn’t. I was mesmerized watching the passion in front of me. This was so different from the other times that it hadn’t sunk in yet that I was a still a victim. That thought crossed my mind, and, as if reading my thoughts, she abruptly stopped kissing me.
She sat straight up again and I noticed for the first time that she was completely nude. I forced myself not to drink in the sight of her but I would be lying to say that it wasn’t difficult to tear my eyes away. The problem with Mindy had certainly never been her beauty. She saw my attraction and it seemed as if that gave her energy, she drank in my brief appreciation, almost purring her approval of my looks.
She had never let go of my cock and been squeezing and pulling on it the whole time she’d been kissing me. She stopped now but only to slide herself down my body. She placed herself between my legs then looked me in the eyes. She no longer needed to hold my head to force me to watch, I couldn’t look away from her eyes and she dropped her head and put me into her mouth. She slowly sucked me into her mouth then I felt the scraping of her teeth against me as she pulled back off. It wasn’t very painful but it was a reminder that from here out this was likely not going to be a pleasant experience.
I was more worked up than I had realized because in only a few minutes I was already on the edge of an orgasm. She stopped her attentions to me, sitting back up. Instead of a painful squeeze to my balls this time she reached down to my feet and pinched the webbing between my big toe and the other toes on my right foot. It was certainly painful but distant enough from my cock that it didn’t do as much to reduce the orgasm.
That wasn’t the only way her “routine” had changed. She sat up on her knees looking down at me while I took deep breaths trying to calm my beating heart. For once she wasn’t looking me in the eyes but instead was looking at me as a whole. It wasn’t until later that I realized she was looking at me the same I had looked at her when I noticed her nudity.
I watched her hands which were pressed firmly against her rib cage just below her breasts. She ran her hands down pressing her palms against her sides, pushing them down to her hips then she slowly pushed her right hand to her groin. She moaned loudly when her finger made contact with her clit and as if someone had flipped a switch she immediately began to work on her clit in a frenzy. I’d never seen something so animalistic, something so sensual, and it turned me on to an almost painful extent watching her. In a way it was just as painful to watch and not be able to do anything as it had been when she was touching me.
She did that for a minute or an hour, I couldn’t tell how long it lasted but I also couldn’t stop watching. She stopped as suddenly as she had started immediately diving back down to bring me right back to the brink of orgasm. When I was almost there she lifted her knee up, kneeing me somewhat gently in the balls. Taking a knee somewhat gently to the balls still hurts like hell. She went back to rubbing herself, but this time not with the same frenzy.
She repeated this process multiple times but after the fifth or sixth time I could hear her quietly moaning to herself, “can’t cum, need to cum, can’t do it, need to cum.” It certainly looked to me like she was extremely close to cumming but maybe my perception was distorted by my own world enveloping need for release.
After the seventh or eighth time of her working on herself something in her snapped. She stopped rubbing herself and looked down at me. “You are going to make me CUM,” she said to me with something akin to anger in her voice.
She worked her way forward on her knees and I realized what she was planning. In a few more moments she was going to drop her hips and I would be buried in her. I was a virgin and maybe it shouldn’t have mattered after all the time she had spent blowing me, but the thought of losing my virginity this way was more distressing than anything else she had done to me. I had, of course, fantasized about losing my virginity. I had even fantasized about losing it to her some of the times she had me more worked up. Losing it this way was a nightmare, not a fantasy. I hadn’t realized how important it was to me until I was faced with the moment.
I started yanking against my restraints while shouting at her, “No! No! Please, PLEASE Mindy not that. Please don’t do that. PLEASE. It’s my first time Mindy, please!” Tears were forming in my eyes but my body wasn’t of the same opinion as my mind. My cock was as hard as ever and in a few more moments that would be the only happy part of me.
She paused when she heard that I was still a virgin. She looked at me and for a second I thought she was going to say something, for a moment I even thought that she would stop. Instead she grinned at me, I could see her face saying that she was relishing taking away my virginity.
She dropped herself onto me. She was incredibly wet. I slid all the way into her immediately. We both screamed. My voice was a mix of anguish and pleasure. Her voice was pure pleasure. She lifted her hips once and dropped them again then screamed that she was cumming. She repeated it over and over as if it were a miracle.
She lost herself to the orgasm, her hips started fucking against me, alternating between grinding and short thrusts. While her body shuddered with pleasure my own orgasm, withheld for so long, was on the verge of release. My entire body was tense, the cuffs on my wrists and ankles were cutting into my skin I was pulling so hard on them.
When my orgasm hit me I let out a wordless scream. It was one of the best orgasms, if not *the* best orgasm, of my life but there was no joy in it. I was screaming but not with pleasure. I’d just been raped and my own body didn’t have the decency to not enjoy it.
Mindy had no such qualms. As soon as my cum started spurting into her she started saying with wonder in her voice, “again, I’m cumming again.”
I can’t have been cumming very long but it felt like minutes on end. When my orgasm finally stopped my entire body collapsed, exhausted. Mindy was right behind me, falling flat onto my chest, my deflating cock still held within her pussy. We lay like that for a few minutes, both of us still breathing heavily until she sat up and gave me a kiss on the lips.
“I’ve needed that for a long, long time Jason. Thank you for being so accommodating. You’re just so sweet to me! Enjoy the rest of your day, I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” she said.
With that she set the cuffs to release in a few minutes, gave me a wink, and walked out of the room. I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling until well after the cuffs had unlocked. I’d known what was going to happen this morning, or, at least, I thought I had. I’d willingly put myself into this situation. Was it my fault that it had ended the way it did? I wasn’t sure. Certainly my greed had facilitated things going the way that they had.
Eventually I got out of bed. I pulled on a pair of boxers then walked over to my computer. In my room I had four microphones and six fiber-optic cameras set up. Everything that had happened this morning was recorded. I had full audio and color recordings from all different angles. There would be no doubting on the film that this had not been a consensual act.
I still didn’t know if the price had been worth the goods, that was yet to be determined, but I’d done it. I knew had something I could use against Mindy. I already had backups of the files stored on multiple dedicated servers (I’d told myself this was ridiculous and unnecessary, but after what had happened today was glad there was almost no chance of losing this because there was no way I’d be able to do it again) and all that was left was proper editing.
I went about creating a video clip demonstrating just how incriminating the video I had was. I had a full day to work on it so I took my time, reviewing all the angles to make sure I always had the best one, the one that most clearly showed the rape. When I was done I was sure that it was good enough. I had my weapon. All that was left was to spring my trap. I was giddy with anticipation. I hadn’t actually done anything yet but it already felt as if she were mine.

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After my parents dropped me off and I was settled into the spare bedroom, I quickly went to the ketchen. My grandma always had something good to eat. That is when she informed me that my cousin Sherry was staying with my great aunt and uncle next door. She was 16 also and was really my second cousin, but we always referred to each other as cousins. I had no idea she was going to be there, and really could care less. I was not very close with Sherry. She did not live near me. She went to another high school across town from me, and to be honest, I thought she was a spoiled brat. She was an only child. She use to tell on my brother and me, to get us in trouble. To me Sherry was always this short, fat, freckled girl cousin. She took all those dance and baton lessons that all girls use to take, and my parents were always being asked to come watch her at her recitals. I don’t know if my parents ever went. My mom probably went a few times, but thank goodness she never tried to drag us there. My brother and I use to say, we never saw her at our ball games. When my mom told us that Sherry was entering all those Lil Miss contests, my brother and I couldn’t believe it. No way did fat Sherry get on stage in front of a crowd! But, apparently she did. Even when Sherry reached puberty and started developing boobs, she was still just a short, fat girl with boobs, where belly stuck out further than her boobs, and when I saw her in a bikini, well, I still have nightmares.
I will admit though, I became interested when my mom informed me that Sherry had made her high school majoritte squad. Sherry’s high school was one of the largest schools in the state and they had so many hot girls that went to that school, and, I had seen their majorittes, they were hot! I just couldn’t see how Sherry could squeeze into a majoritte costume and appear in public.
I was in the ketchen when I heard my grandma yell and say Sherry had arrived. I went to the front of the house to meet her and see her mom and dad. We exchanged pleasantries and then I helped carry Sherry’s luggage to her grandparents apartment. I had to ask her how long she was staying, cause she had enough luggage for a month. She kind of laughed and said she was just staying Friday and Saturday. Sherry had changed some. First, she was actually pleasant to me and talked to me, instead of ignoring me. But, I could not tell that much about her physically, other than she was a little taller, but she was wearing baggy sweat pants and an oversized long sleeved white shirt, that she had the shirt tail tied, and she had her hair tied in two pigtails, and very little make up. I took her things to her room, told her we could get together later, and I went back to my grandma’s apartment and started watching TV.
About 4 o’clock my grandma came in to tell me that everyone was going to eat supper together. I said great, and asked her what time we were going to eat, because I did have to go for a run. I was wrestling and had to get in a run for my weight. She told me what time supper was, but also asked me if I could walk down to the grocery store and get a few things. I said sure, and then she suggested that I ask Sherry to go with me. I didn’t have to ask. Apparently the same thing had been suggested to Sherry. As I was getting up, she came into the room I was in and asked if I was ready to go grocery shopping. I said sure, and we set off.
Sherry had changed clothes into some jeans, shirt and was wearing a light jacket. She had also put on makeup and let her hair out of the pigtails and let her light brown hair loosely fall down to her shoulders. She had grown taller, to about 5’6″ and was not fat anymore. Her face was thinner and I have to admit, was actually pretty. I could still tell that her thighs were a little thick, but she had an awesome butt.
We left the apartment and started making small talk and just catching up with each others lives. She asked me how my wrestling was going, and that she kept up with me by reading the paper. I told her I was doing pretty good, and how was her year as majoritte. She told me it had completely changed her high school experience. She loved it and was having a great year, much different from last year. I half kidded her and said I guess she got asked out alot more this year than last, before I realized that might not have been nice. But she smiled and said “oh yeah, it is much better.” Then she asked me how Pam, my girlfriend, and I were doing. I told her we were great and then we arrived at the grocery store.
We walked around the store and got what was on our list. Sherry then said that she just loved this little grocery and asked if I had ever come down here before. I told her sure, that I had come with my grandma. But she wanted to know if I had come down by myself? Not being one to just shop, I told her no. She then told me that she and one of my other male cousins, who was also our age, came down here everytime they stayed with grandparents. Sherry then took me by the arm and said let’s get one more thing not on our list. I just followed and she led me to the liquor shelves. She pulled a pint bottle of vodka, looked in both directions and then stuck it in the front of her jeans and covered it with her jacket. She told me that she had done this several times. She also said that if this one girl was at the cash register she would sell liquor to you, but she did not see her today. We went through checkout and then headed back up the hill to grandma’s place. At first I expected at any time for someone to come running after us from the grocery store accusing us of stealing, but nothing happened. Sherry then said she should have asked me if vodka was ok, and I just said sure. I really did not drink. I had tried a few times, but especially during wrestling season I did not drink.
Sherry asked me if I wanted a swig now, and I told her, “no thank you,” and she said it was mostly for later after dinner, or maybe tomorrow.
When we got back to the apartment, Sherry and I helped with dinner and talked with our grandparents and then had a great meal. It was at the dinner table that I was now able to see another view of Sherry. She was not wearing the jacket any more and had on a button up shirt that I could now see her boobs had developed fully. In fact, the buttons on her shirt were being tested for their strength. I know I stared for most of the meal, but Sherry didn’t embarrass me, even if she did see me.
After dinner we helped clean up and then all went into my grandma’s TV room and watched for a little while. Sherry and I percervered as we knew they had their TV shows that the three of them watched. We also knew they would get sleepy early and then we could watch what we wanted to, and be alone to talk and probably drink.
Just as expected, after their last TV show my grandma and her grandparents headed for bed and told us to watch what we wanted to, and they also told us where some snacks were. Sherry said she was going to go change into her baggy sweats so she would stay warm, so she walked back to her grandparents apartment. I also knew, so she could get the vodka and better hide it from her grandma. She said she would be back before the next show started. I took the opportunity to go pee and brush my teeth and freshin up a little bit. I also made sure that my grandma went into her bedroom and turned out her lights, and then I went back into the TV room.
When I was channel surfing Sherry came back to the TV room. She had changed but not into what she had said. She was wearing a large robe and some house slippers, but I could see bare legs at the bottom of the robe, so she was not wearing her sweat pants. In her hands she had 2 glasses and some orange juice, and then she pulled the vodka from the pocket of her robe. She then asked me if I could go get some ice, so I went in the ketchen and got some. When I returned, Sherry was sitting on the couch, had the TV controls, and her robe had fallen open a little, just to show her knees and that she was not wearing anything long. When I put the glasses on the table in front of the couch, she leaned forward and poured the vodka and orange juice and as she did, the top of the robe opened more, and I could see that she had on her pj top and I could make out she was still wearing her bra. She offered me my glass and said, “cheers” and we took a drink.
I’ll have to admit here too, that it was strong and I almost choked and Sherry even asked if I wanted more orange juice. I manned up and said nah, but just sipped after that.
We cuddled up on the couch and started watching some movie, I have no idea what and we started talking again. Sherry told me that she just loved to come to her grandma’s house and wanted to know why I didn’t come as much as she and her other cousin? I told her that I had another grandmother and that I spent time at both, just never when she had been there. She told me that she could get away with murder with her grandparents and she told me some of the things she had done. She and my other cousin had gotten drunk several times, and had played truth or dare together and gotten pretty wild. She had even snuck out of the apartment one night, had her boyfriend pick her up and they had gone clubbing all night, then she snuck back in before they got up.
I just sat and listened. I hadn’t done anything like that. In fact, I was really not that wild and experienced as Sherry appartently was. Sherry then told me about her current boyfriend. He was a really good football player at another school and he had been on the sports page all fall. I also knew him because he was a pretty good wrestler. Sherry then shocked me when she said that he was the best built guy she had ever been with, that he was always horny, but that he misstreated her, and that she was almost positive he was cheating on her. Before I could ask how she knew and what did she mean, Sherry shocked me even more. She brought up our conversation that afternoon. Sherry reminded me I had said that my girlfriend and I were getting along great, then she wanted to know, “is Pam on the pill?” I was just silent. I had to collect my thoughts and not come across as a complete nerd, but I was a virgin, so I was honest and responded, no, I didn’t think she was.
Sherry turned and looked at me and replied, “oh you guys aren’t having sex?”
I know I swallowed hard and told her, no, we had not. She then kept asking, “oh then what did great mean?” How far have you guys gone? What have you done?
I tried to be cool and said that we were going slow. That we had talked about it and both agreed to wait.
Sherry cocked her head in an awkward way and bluntly asked, “you agreed not too?”
Before I could respond she said, “you are to hot and good looking to date her if she won’t put out. What have you two done?”
I about choked and told her that I had felt her boobs and she had let me finger her.
Sherry then wanted to know what she had done for me?
I swallowed hard and told her that she had given me a hand job.
Sherry then blurted,” have you two done oral?” I told her no, and she said,”oh my, she hasn’t even given you a blow job?”
I shook my head and she said, “oh baby, you need some help.”
I then got to talk and asked her,”when did you start having sex?”
Sherry didn’t even blink and looked into my eyes and told me, she lost her cherry her freshman year in high school at the first football game party. She then pushed me more and wanted to know if Pam was my first girlfriend and if she was the only girl I had done anything with.
That straightened me up a little bit. Now I could brag and sound worldly. In fact, Pam was not my first. I asked Sherry if she remembered the girl that use to live next door to us? She was also named Sherry, so she remembered. The next door Sherry was 2 years older than me, but we had grown up together. She also had a younger sister that was 2 years younger than me, and we had gone camping together in the hills around our house. I told Sherry, my cousin, no, that Sherry and I had gotten naked together and she was the first girl I had felt her tits and fingered her pussy.
Sherry wanted to know when that happened and I told her it was also in the 9th grade.
She was a junior in high school and we did things for about 2 years, before she left for college. Sherry looked at me kind of funny and just said, “you got naked with that hot girl and didn’t have sex with her?”
I know it must have been hard to believe, but I honestly told her, no, just feeling and touching.
I now remember noticing that Sherry was really enjoying asking me these questions and after my initial shock, I was enjoying talking about it. I had never had as open a conversation with a girl about sex as that was, and I was enjoying it.
Sherry, my cousin, now turned on the couch and faced me. She crossed her legs and pulled her robe over her legs, almost exposing a crotch shot, I looked, but no peek.
But I could really tell she wanted to hear the details. I told her how at first my neighbor would let me see her pussy, but not her tits, but then we got to where we get naked in front of each other. I then asked her when was the first time she had let a guy feel her boobs, and she told me when she was in the 6th grade. I immediately thought back and thought, ugh, remembering how she looked then. But Sherry could not tell what I was thinking, and she then asked, can you guess who it was? I thought and wondered, how would I know, then she told me, our cousin Al.
I know I had the most shocked look on my face and Sherry just laughed. Yeah, we use to play all the time. He was the first to feel my pussy too, and I actually taught him how to jerk off. That almost made me sick, cause he is the one that taught me how to masterbate! I was feeling so young compared to Sherry, and wondering now what they had thought about me.
I asked again, “you and Al have really done those things?”
Sherry just smiled, said yes, then turned, poured another drink and then slid back closer to me on the couch and we watched the movie in silence for awhile. I couldn’t tell you what we were watching, but do remember it was rather steamy, and when it did, Sherry would move closer to me. I even got so bold as to put my arm over her shoudler.
When the movie was over, Sherry turned to look at me, patted me a couple of times on my thigh and asked me if I wanted another drink? I told her no, “let’s save it for tomorrow.”
She just smiled but said, “you know we could get some more.”
Once again I felt so weird but wanted to be bolder. Her breaking the silence did help me, and I then spoke up. I said to her, “you know Sherry, you have changed so much in the last couple of years. To be honest, I didn’t think you were that cute when we were little, but now you are very pretty and very, very sexy.”
Finally I think Sherry blushed, and she said, “well, you have changed too, and you are so hot, that is why I am kind of surprised you have not done more with your girlfriend.”
I replied, “I haven’t changed as much as you, and as you can tell, I’m not as experienced as you, but you have made me not so shy about talking about sex.”
Sherry kind of looked down and said,”well, I think you have changed and I have liked talking with you too. Would you like to do more than talk?”
I should have been shocked, but I wasn’t, I was actually expecting it, and was going to say something if she didn’t. I even got bolder and said,”yes, and even asked, would she help me?”
She got a funny look on her face and asked,”help you?”
And I said, “yes, tell me or show me what a girl likes and what I should do.”
Sherry said,”I think you know.”
I replied, “no, I really am not sure.”
Sherry said ok, and that this could be fun. She then asked me to go check and be sure my grandmother was asleep. I got up and tip toed through the apartment and checked to make sure her door was closed, and I went back to the TV room and closed the door behind me. Sherry was still on the couch in her robe, but had poured her another drink. She asked me if I wanted another and I told her no, I wanted to remember what we did. That made both of us laugh. Sherry then asked me if I had a robe like hers, and I said no, that I just slept in my boxers and didn’t bring a robe. She said ok, but we had better listen in case someone came in, even her grandparents coming to check on how late it was. I agreed and sat down beside her.
Then everything felt so awkward and Sherry asked, “now what?”
I know I blubbered, but said, well you have changed the most in your boobs, and I know you have seen me staring all evening.”
She just stopped me and asked,”do you want to feel?”
I just nodded and she loosened her tie belt around her waist and let her robe open slightly. I moved my hands to open it more, to see that she had a baby blue cotton pj top. I moved my hands and cupped her boobs over her bra and then realized that she was huge! I commented, “oh my god, Sherry, you are built.” I even kidded, “how do you get these in your majoritte outfit?”
She giggled, “it takes a little squeezing.”
I fondled her boobs, but wanted to actually touch them. I then moved beside Sherry and kind of behind her. She realized what I was doing, so she pulled her robe off her arms, and then pulled her top off, all the while watching the door, which told me she was as nervious as I was. I put my hands up and unhooked her bra. She let the bra slide off her arms and her tits plopped out. As Sherry was putting her pj top back on, I took her bra, held it and noticed that she was a 36D. That made me more excited. Oh what a change from my girlfriends 34B. Sherry had her top back on and then put her robe back over her shoulders and turned towards me and smiled. I stared right into her eyes and pulled her top up to expose her humongeous boobs. I then dropped my glare and took in the view. Her tits drooped from their weight and like her face and legs, her titties had freckles all over them. I also took in how big her nipples were, bigger than quarters. She broke the silence and said, “go ahead and feel them.”
My hands moved up and took a tit in each hand. They were both so soft but heavy. So much different than the small titties that I had felt before. I touched them, stretched my hands to see how much I could hold, and then squeezed them. I then asked Sherry, “does this feel good to you?”
She looked me right in the eyes and said,”oh yes, and you can be rougher if you like.”
“Rougher?” I looked at her. “I thought your boobs are all soft and tender, what do you mean rougher? Do you really mean that?”
“Yes,” she said. “I mean what you are doing feels so good, but when I get more aroused I like it to have my boobs squeezed more and even pull on my nipples. Right now just take your fingers and play with my nipples and take them and roll them with your thumb and finger.”
I did as I was instructed and my dick got harder than ever as her nipples got as hard.
She let me play with her tits for 10 to 15 minutes. We finally ended up looking into each others eyes and Sherry then asked, ” is there anything else you are interested in?”
which made us both giggle.
I stammered and said, “ugh, I have a few more interests.”
Sherry then said, “but, first it is my turn, I want to see how you have changed.”
I knew exactly what she meant and I stood and unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped my pants and then pulled them down and stepped out of them. I had a tent in my boxers and I turned to face Sherry, as she was still sitting on the couch. She then asked, “would you pull your boxers down and let me see?”
I put my fingers under the elastic at the top of my boxers and pulled them down, first revealing my thick dark brown pubic hair over my crotch, then my rock hard cock popped out and bounced off my stomach, and then stopped still pointing up towards my tummy. I pulled my boxers down to my knees, not wanting to take them completely off and looked at Sherry stare at my crotch. She then told me to cup my balls, and I did as she asked. Then she said,”oh you have changed,” and smiled.
I then pulled my boxers back up and Sherry pulled her top down over her tits and reached and picked up her bra and put it in the pocket of her robe. She said,”that might have been a little hard to explain if I had left my bra in here and forgot it.”
I agreed and half laughed, but looked around to see if we might be leaving something else. Sherry then covered up her upper body, pulled the tie belt a little higher than her waist, right under boobs and tied it back, but let the bottom of the robe open a little more. I could see what she was doing. She then slapped the couch right beside her, indicating for me to sit beside her. She then slid down the cushion of the couch and put her feet on the floor and almost lying down but still resting her head so she could see. She knew I was excited so she pulled open her robe revealing her legs and the matching baby blue shorty pj bottoms that went with her top. My eyes were glued to her actions. She pulled her pj top up a little and I saw her belly button. Sherry was watching my face and moved her hands to the top of her panty bottoms. She then raised her hips slightly and slowly pulled her bottoms down. Her freckled tummy was so cute, and when I first saw her tan line, I saw the first whisps of her curly pubic hair.
The panties went down and I saw her pubic mound covered in a trimmed light brown triangle patch of hair. Then she cleared her butt, she put her hips down, and her legs went together, but I could see the top of her slit and saw that it was baby smooth. She pushed her panty bottom as far as she could, then she asked if I could help, so I took them and pulled them off her legs and then handed them to her, not wanting those left.
Sherry took them and put them in the other pocket of her robe. She laid there with her privates exposed and then said, “go ahead, feel me.”
My hand was shaking I remember, but I moved it to her bush and softly felt her pubic hairs, then slid my hand down between her legs. As I did so, Sherry spread her legs and let me touch her pussy. I then looked into Sherry’s face and saw that she had her eyes closed now. I looked back to her crotch and watched my hand touch the inside of her thighs and then her puffy pussy lips. Then Sherry spoke,”feel how wet I am.” I then fingered her lips, and found her opening with my middle finger. I could feel the heat from her crotch and my finger easily slid into her pussy. I pushed it inside her and held it as deep as I could push, and with the palm of my hand was rubbing the top of her slit.
Still with her eyes closed, Sherry whispered,”now slide your finger in and out of me,” and she said, “finger fuck me.”
I don’t think I had ever heard a girl say that word, much less in this situation, but I knew that Sherry was enjoying what we were doing too, so I began sliding my finger in and out of her pussy and I could hear her breathing change. Then she said, “put 2 fingers in me.” Now I moved so I could look down and see her cunt lips engorge my fingers. I put two fingers to her opening and slid them in. Now I realized she liked it faster, so I went as fast as I could. Sherry was now taking short breaths and then I notice her move her hands to her tits and she began pulling on her nipples through her pj top. I don’t know why I didn’t cum, but I was really just thinkig about Sherry and fingering her as fast as I could. Then, she moved one of her hands and grabbed my wrist of the hand I was fingering her, and then she clamped her legs together and I felt her whole body quiver. It was fantastic to watch her shake like that and to think that I had done it, made me more excited. Finally, Sherry opened her eyes, smiled and then said,”and now you have seen a girl have an orgasm.”
I smiled back at her and she raised up and for the first time, kissed me on the cheek.
She then pulled her robe together and then said,”ok, now let’s take care of you.”
I then spoke up and said,”wait just a second. I’m not sure what I just did. Can I please ask you somethings?”
Sherry just smiled and said, “sure. What you just did is made me cum. You brought me to orgasm.”
“Ok, I understand that, but what felt so good?” I asked.
Sherry replied, “oh, well, kneel down here,” and I knelt down in front of her and she sat on the edge of the couch. She pulled her robe open again and then spread her legs. Now I had my clearest view of her pussy and it was so beautiful. Sherry put her hand on her pubic hair and said that she had loved the way I had touched her there and had run my finger over her mound and through her pubes. She even said that she didn’t know she was so sensitive there. She then took her fingers and spread her pussy lips and showed me exactly where her hole was and where my fingers had gone. I could see how her pussy lips were swollen and darker colored that the inside of her legs. She said I had been so great fingering her, but that there is one more place I should know. I had kind of touched it, but not much. She then spread her pussy and used her finger and pointed out her clit at the top of her slit. “This she said is the most sensitive.”
“Oh, sorry I missed that.” I was honest and said, ” I didn’t know that.”
Sherry then got this sly little smile on her face and said, “you are wanting to learn aren’t you?”
I thought she was talking about my education on the clitoris and said,”yes I am.”
But she meant different and asked,”are you up for an education on oral sex?”
She knew I was up for it and leaned back on her elbows and said,”I am ready to teach.” I must have had a questioning look on my face, so Sherry said,”lean in and kiss my pussy.”
So I leaned down and the first thing I noticed, of course was her musky smell. I wasn’t sure at first if it was a pleasant or disgusting smell, but was so excited that I was going to get to eat my first pussy, I quickly just didn’t notice it. I put my lips to her smooth swollen pussy and kissed. I could feel the heat in her lips. Then I heard Sherry say, “lick it. stick your tongue in my pussy.” I pulled back a little, mostly to look at how wet her pussy had gotten, and then I stuck out my tongue and licked her slit. Then I put my thumbs up to her pussy, peeled them open and then stuck my tongue as far as I could up inside her. Sherry then grabbed me by the hair and pushed my face in deeper. Then she pulled my face up and she whispered, “lick and suck my clit.” My tongue slid up her slit and I felt for her little nob and when I felt it, I licked and licked. Sherry was pulling my hair more, so I knew she was enjoying. My tongue was actually getting tired, so I trapped her clit with my lips and then began sucking on it like a lollypop. That was it! Sherry jerked and turned slightly side ways. I sucked harder and I felt her legs tighten against me and her body shook all over.
When I finally felt her body go limp, I stopped sucking and looked up into her face and said,”how was that?”
Sherry put her hand on her forehead and said, “you are a great learner.”
“Good teacher,” I said.
Sherry then looked at the time on the TV and said,”oh baby, look how late it is! It is now your time. Can I give you your first blow job?”
You know my answer. I sat on the edge of the couch like Sherry had and my dick was sticking out of my boxers. Sherry took it in her hand and started with a hand job, then she asked if I could pull my boxers down, so she could play with my balls too. So I stood up and pulled my boxers off and sat back down. Sherry took my cock in her hand again and tried her best to look into my face as she stuck out her tongue and licked my cock head. That sent electricity all through my body. Sherry then got to work. She cupped my balls with one hand and held my dick with her other. I watched as her head began to bob up and down as she sucked my dick. I could feel her tongue licking and rolling around the head of my cock. I could not help it, but bent over a little and cupped both of her titties. Sherry realized what I wanted, she stopped a second, opened up her robe and then went back to sucking my dick. Now I could fondle her huge tits over her cotton top. With all we had done, it didn’t take long. Sherry sped up and was playing with my balls, where she could feel my cum building. When I heard her go,
“mmmmm,” I started pulling harder on her tits and found her hard nipples. Then I told her, I’m going to cum, but to my surprise Sherry kept sucking. I exploded in her mouth and she took it all. She stopped bobbing on my cock and used her hand.to keep me cumming. Finally I just collapsed and she came up with a smile on her face. “How was that?” she asked.
I replied,”unbelieveable.”
With that she said she had to go back to her grandparents and that she would see me tomorrow. She gathered up her bra, pj bottoms, and vodka and left.
I’m not sure if I got much sleep that night, but I jumped right up the next morning. I was eating my favorite breakfast of pancakes in my grandma’s ketchen when Sherry came bopping in and said, “hey, how is sleepy head doing?” She said that she had been up and already eaten breakfast.
My grandma then asked us what we were going to do that day and we each looked at each other and said we didn’t know what we were going to do. I did have to get in some running, My grandma then said it was suppose to be a cold and rainy day today, that I had better run early. Grandma then said she and Sherry’s grandparents were going to go out a little while to buy some supplies for cleaning the upstairs apartment carpets. I asked, why did they have to clean the carpets? Why didn’t the renters clean them. That is when she told us that the people upstairs had moved out and they paying someone to come and clean next week. They just had to supply the materials.
Sherry and I immediately looked at each other and smiled.
I then went and put on my running gear and took off. I didn’t run far, in fact, just to a place where I could see my grandma’s car. When I saw them pull out, I went running back to the rear of the apartment complex and went up the back steps to the second floor apartment. I tapped lightly on the door and Sherry opened the door and let me in.
I slid in the door, closed it behind me and we immediately took each other in our arms and hugged and for the first time, passionately kissed. We then held hands and started searching through the apartment, I don’t know what for, but snooping around.
We ended up back in the living room, which had a big picture window that looked down on the front of the building. It was higher than anything around and had a great view.
Sherry gave me a cute smile and asked what would I like to do now?
I smiled back and honestly told her I would like to play with her boobs and pussy again.
She said that sounded good to her, if she got to play with me. Sherry was wearing a running suit, like she was going to run with me. She then moved her hand to the zipper on her jacket and pulled it down showing me she wasn’t wearing a bra. I could just see the inside of her boobs.
I leaned down, untied my running shoes, kicked them off, and then pulled my jogging pants off. When I stood up, Sherry could see that I was wearing bikini underwear and she jokingly told me, hey, did I steal a pair of her panties?
I laughed with her and replied that now, that my “boys” need support when I’m out there bouncing them around! But right now, it was way too much support. My dick was popping out over the top of my undies, and I quickly pulled them off. Now I was naked from the waist down, except for my socks, and a sweat shirt on. Sherry was still in her jogging suit, just with the front unzipped. She stepped to me, put her hands on my bare ass and pulled me tight into her hips, and we French kissed again. Then she moved her hands up under my sweat shirt, pulled it up and she then felt my nipples, moved her face down to my chest, kissed my nipples and then bit me. It sent sharp pain through me, but then it felt good. We kissed and I moved my hands and fondled her titties. Then I pulled one hand out and rubbed her between her legs. She let out a nice moan, and I knew she was hot. She took my face in her hands, kissed me and asked if I would like her bottomless too?
Of course I nodded and I stood back and watched as she pulled her jogging pants down, to reveal her black bikini panties. She then peeled the panties off and I got to once again see her bush and pussy. She stood there for a second and I then took her in my arms again and we kissed and hugged. But then I realized my cock was on her tummy and my balls could feel her pussy hair and slit. Without breaking our hug, Sherry moved her hips back a little and trapped my dick between her legs and then pushed her hips up tight against me again. It felt wonderful!
After some passionate kisses and groping, Sherry broke our kiss, laid her head on my shoulder and then whispered,”would you like to put your cock inside me?” She went on to say she would understand, since it was my first time, but that it was ok with her.
I’ll admit, I had to think about it. I had talked about doing it the first time with my girlfriend, and I immediately thought how I could lie to her later, but my dick was just too hard and I was thinking with the head between my legs.
I said yes, I would like that, but where could we go.
Sherry said we should stay there because we could not get caught. But then it hit me! I didn’t have a condom. Sherry then told me, not needed, she was on the pill and it had worked with her boyfriend.
So I said, where did she have in mind.
She said if it was ok, she had a position that really felt good to her and knew I would enjoy also, so I said, let’s try.
Sherry then led me to the big picture window and told me she could also watch to see if our grandparents returned. She requested first, could I get her a little more ready?
I said of course, “what should I do?”
Sherry put her hands on the window ledge and bent over slightly. She then said, can you finger me, get me wet and maybe eat my pussy?
I didn’t need a second invitation. I kneeled down behind her. She spread her legs a little more and I moved my hand and cupped her pussy. Then I fingered her pussy lips, felt a little wettness, and then stuck my face between her legs and licked her pussy until she was gushing. I think she had a mild orgasm as I ate her.
Sherry then said,”it’s time baby. stand up and put your dick in my pussy. I want to feel you inside me.”
I stood up and took my cock in my hand and first pushed it down the crack of her ass.
Sherry reached down with one hand and took my cock and guided it to her fuck hole and gently pushed up. I put my hands on each side of her hips, bent my knees slightly and shoved my hips forward. I felt her slickness and then realized my dick had popped inside her pussy. I looked down and saw her curved ass and could see part of my dick still not in her. I pushed my hips and pulled her hips into me and felt my cock slide into her tight pussy until my stomach was tight into the crack of her ass. When I was all the way in, I held her hips tight and let her squeeze my cock with her pussy muscles. Sherry moved her hand and squeezed my ball sack, then moved her hand onto the window ledge and braced herself. I withdrew my cock and then started humping her faster.
Sherry was now moving her hips and our rhytem was going faster and faster. But then Sherry almost stopped. She was breathing hard, but then she spoke and asked,”can you cup my tits? They are bouncing and rubbing the inside of my jacket and it doesn’t feel good.”
While holding my cock up inside her pussy, I moved my hands from her hips to the front of her jacket, opened it and cupped her tits. When I pulled my cock back to start fucking again, Sherry spoke again,”wait, that isn’t such a good idea. If someone looks up here they can see my tits. Can you come under the jacket?”
I said,”of course.”
I put my arms around her waist and let Sherry zip her jacket back up, Then I slid my hands under it from the bottom and cupped each huge boob. With tits now to hang on to I start humping Sherry again. It didn’t take long for us to get the rhythm again. I still remember how wonderful it felt to have my dick up inside her, and I loved fucking her in that rear standing position. My girlfriend never even let me try that after we started having sex.
We were both about ready to cum. Sherry spoke first and said,”squeeze my nipples now.”
I then spoke and asked Sherry once again,”Sherry, I’m gonna cum, are you sure you want me to cum inside you?”
“Oh yes,” she answered. “Fuck me hard and cum in my pussy.”
That was all it took, I warned her,”I’m cumming!” I pumped a couple more times and then pushed my dick all the way in and the spewded my cum all up in her pussy. Sherry either started cumming too, or just knew squeeze with her cunt muscles. I just held her and kept my dick up in her pussy and fondled her boobs.
As we both felt my dick start to slide out of her cunt, Sherry told me to reach down and pick up her panties and when I pulled out, catch my cum with them. She said she would wash them before she went home. I could barely reach down, but picked up her panties, slid my dick out and put her panties between her legs to catch the jism.
Then Sherry blurts,”just in time! Grannies car just pulled up.”
I said, “are you going to be ok?”
And she said “sure.”
Sherry pulled her warm up pants back on, and I quickly got dressed again and went out the back and got in my run.
I wish I could tell you of more fun that Sherry and I had, but that evening and the next day we were always with others and didn’t have another opportunity. But I’ll never forget that education I got from my cousin. 2nd cousin!

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The Storm (Part IV)

Lieutenant Greenstein crouched on the roof of the six-floor tenement building, her rifle aimed at the corner of South 3rd and Kent Avenue. A cold wind blew off the gray East River, sending a chill through her bones, despite the ample weight of her police uniform. She had been like this for the past two hours, waiting for the gangs of Hasid to come to where they based their illegal water-hoarding operation. It had come to this: New York’s finest perched in decrepit windows of abandoned warehouses, esentially snipers. Guilty until proven innocent, and even then no one was ever innocent. Fuck this, she thought. She’d rather be at home, with Scott, protected by the Rockaways, a place of New York that still hadn’t been affected by the storm. She was one of the lucky ones, though, even if she did have to spend eight hours a day in the fucking dregs of the 18th precinct, trying to maintain order in a city that was falling apart at the seams. She stood up to stretch, and turned around, looking back at Brooklyn. It was then that she noticed the door to the stairwell was closed.
“Fuck,” she said, putting her gun down, and walking toward the door. There was no handle on the door, as it locked automatically behind. How could she be so stupid, she thought, a hand against the door. Fuck fuck fuck. There would be no way to communicate, as the communication links had broken down with the first storm. She was stuck. She would have to wait for relief. She walked back to the corner of the roof when she saw it.
A dark cloud moved quickly across the East River, a thick, green mustardy smelling mass of smoke and debris. The Storm. There hadn’t been one in about six weeks, but here it was. She looked frantically around. There was no way out. The cloud moved even closer, directly towards the building. She tried not to panic, took deep breaths, but all she could think about was Scott and their house in the Rockaways, their dog, how she wanted to go home. She looked back at the door. “What the fuck,” she said out loud, “Fuck fuck fuck.” She was trapped.
She crouched in the corner, curled up in a fetal position, cradling the gun. There was nothing she could do. Closing her eyes, the Storm rushed over the top of the building, enveloping her. She could feel the weight of the gas against her uniform, her exposed skin, her dark brown hair pulled tight against her head. She could taste it on her lips. And worse, she could feel it entering her, and she reached a level of such terror that she thought her heart was going to explode and burst, carried off with the evil gas. And that’s what it was: evil. It was in her now. She was finished, would no longer be the same, would be doomed to wandering these fucked up streets for the rest of her life, in whatever guise the Storm infected her: drugs, drink, food, sex?
The storm passed, but she remained in that same position, her eyes tightly shut, her hands clamped around the rifle, balled up like a child on the corner of the roof. Her breathing by now was quick and manic, and she tried to focus all of her mental acuity onto the number of breaths. She had heard that the affects of the Storm were immediate, she had seen it happen in colleagues, saw their former selves be carried off by the mustardy gas of the storm cloud, leaving behind the shell of a human, a sick desperation that cast the world into chaos. She counted quickly, trying not to recognise that she was burning up in the police uniform, that her skin felt as if it was on fire, her body dripping in sweat. She wanted to tear the uniform off. There was intense feeling of absence, a craving for something in her to be filled. She was now shaking uncontrollably. She needed it, although she couldn’t quite figure out what it was, but then her thoughts were brought somewhere else, a focal point: hot, burning, wet and aching, that space between her legs. What she needed was cock. And this is where she passed over.
She had to get off the roof. It was imperative. It was the key to her survival. If she could get off the roof, she could get cock: a thick, hard, throbbing piece of meat that she could suck, and feel in her wet pussy, and shove in her ass. She needed to be filled. What she needed even more, she knew now, was the taste of cum on her mouth, something to take the pain away. She had to bathe in it, have it constantly. This was the key to her survival and it was that door- that fucking door- that was keeping her from it.
She ran to the edge of the roof and looked down. The street was empty. She was clearly in pain and could think of nothing, see nothing in her head, except for hard, throbbing cock. She tried to maintain her balance and, instinctively, reached her right hand down beneath her belt and the waistband of her slacks, touching her engorged clitoris with two fingers, slowly rubbing a circle. Her breathing increased with the rhythm of her rubbing and she was shocked- almost terrified- at the intensity of the feeling. She wanted something inside her, and she slipped both fingers into her hot, soaking wet cunt. In and out she pushed them, all the while applying circular pressure with the palm of her hand on her clit. The severity and quickness of the orgasm that caused her entire body to quake and her knees give out, collapsing her to the roof of the building, a writhing mess of nerve-endings and pussy juice, her carefully pulled up hair now falling out around her, and the screams- these fucking screams of passion, if that’s what it was- bouncing off the buildings around her seemed to be an announcement to the world, that-once again- the Storm had reduced another woman to her basic id: she now, literally, lived to fuck.
And if she could do this to herself, she thought, lying flat on her back, staring at the dark clouds passing above her, her breathing slowing down, wonder what she could do with cock.
I’m getting off this fucking roof, she thought, and she walked to the edge, more determined and confident than she’d been before. The orgasm seemed to give her a power that she was lacking before, a temporary boost in confidence. And, as if she willed it herself, she heard the shuffle of feet from the corner below her. She quickly assumed position, crouched at the corner of the roof, looking through the sites of her sniper rifle. They turned the corner and entered into view.
“No fucking way,” she said, lowering the gun, and looking at the three people- a man and two girls on chains- turning the corner. They were naked, the man carrying and automatic weapon, an M-16, with a round of ammo around his chest. The two girls were attached to small chains, around collars, and had on combat boots. They walked gingerly. She looked at the man- his taut, hairless body, rippling in muscle- and, more importantly, his cock- a semi-hard beautiful piece of meat. She sited it through the rifle to get a better look. It was enormous, maybe eight to nine inches when it got hard and had a breath-taking girth. She wanted it. Without thinking she jumped to her feet, held the rifle aloft and screamed, “FREEZE!”
The man motioned to the girls, who quickly crouched down like dogs on all fours and he held the M-16 aloft, clearly tentative about using it. He found Lt. Greenstein in his sites, but failed to shoot. She cautioned him down.
“If you fire that thing, we’ll all be dead,” she yelled down to the street. “I just need your help. Can you help me?”
He lowered the gun, but said nothing. She took this as a positive sign.
“I’m locked in. You have to let me out.” She was thinking about that cock. The man shaded his eyes and looked up. He stood there silently, motioning for the girls to stand back up, all the while not losing his gaze with the aching lieutenant.
“Please,” she shouted down again, surprised at the desperation in her voice. “I’ll do anything! Anything!”
The three strangers walked to the front door. She could hear it slam behind them. The aspect of getting cock excited her, but she was aware of the fact that she needed to look non-threatening: the uniform with the gun may be too much for a stranger to take in a fucked up world as this. And she didn’t feel like she could wait any longer. She threw the rifle down to the ground, undid her belt and holster, and unbuckled her boots, kicking them off quickly. Throwing them to the side, she shimmied out of the heavy, thick pants until she was in nothing but her thong underwear. The heat from her pussy was unbearable, and even as she lowered the navy blue panties, she found herself rubbing her soaking wet cunt again. She crawled to the edge of the roof, bending over, one hand on the ledge, the other busily preparing her pussy for the cock she needed to survive. She heard the metal door open and she moaned loudly. Without even turning around, her ass in the air as if an offering, her left hand rubbing her pussy to the peak of another orgasm, she screamed: “Please! Fuck me with your cock! Please fuck me with your cock!”
She heard footsteps and the quick fap fap fap of the man jerking his meat, getting ready to fill her up and before she could plead again for the stranger’s dick, she felt the head of the penis against the wet lips of her pussy and she grunted loudly, the echo carrying off the skyscraper condominiums. As he thrust inside her- first an inch, then two, then the full girth of the eight or nine inches filling her up- she supported herself with both hands on the railing, banging her hips against his with each thrust. She seemed to be in a continual state of orgasm, her body quaking and screaming in passion, a feeling she had never, ever came close to before. She concentrated on breathing, of feeling every inch of that beautiful cock, and revelled in the waves of orgasm that seemed to define her new existence. She was ready now, thirsty, aching for cum and she told him, the stranger who filled her up, a man she had not even seen the face of, that she wanted it.
“Cum on my face,” she ordered. “Cum on my fucking face.”
This is what she needed and as he pulled out, she twisted around, falling to her knees and opening her mouth. She still didn’t look at him, only focusing on the throbbing piece of meat inches from her face, the full girth, the glistening head and the hand that worked it professionally and eagerly, and as the cum exploded she thrust herself into it, tasting it on her tongue and lips, her cheeks and nose and face and eyes and hair, wanting to drown in it, to soak up every single sperm cell of strength, to satisfy the craving of the Storm. She would never be the same, this she knew. But in a way, as the energy crackled through her body, and the hot cum dripped from her lips to the tarred roof, she wondered if she even cared.

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My panty experience.

Ever since I was 15 I was obsessed with panties, and this obsession soon led me to one of the greatest events of my highschool years. I was already sniffing panties as often as I could because I had alot of friends that were girls. I would find a way to sneak into their rooms, and sniff their panties, occasionally I would get horny enough to masturbate with them and cum into them. But one day, this all changed.
When I was in highschool, my girl “best freind” was the single hottest girl I’ve ever met. She had a sexy body, a nice ass and perfect tits. I tried to get her to be my girlfreind countless times but she insisted we stayed friends. One night while at her house, I left my phone in her room on purpouse when I went downstairs to leave. As we got outside, I told her I left my phone in her room, so I went to go get it. As I climbed her stairs all I could think about was to get a pair of panties in my face, get her sweet pussy sent in my nose, and her soft underwear on my cock. I was rock hard.
As soon as I got into her room I lifted her hamper open, and found exactly what I was looking for.. A blue pair of satin panties that were freshly worn. I immediately put them to my face and got that unforgettably amazing smell in my nose, licked them and finally put them on my penis and came into them almost instantly. Suddenly, the door flew open and there she was standing in the doorway wondering if I found my phone, and Im here with my cock out pouring my cum into her panties. At first she seemed pissed, and I was so embarrassed, but as soon as I said sorry, she told me not to be and at this time I noticed that she was starting to pull off her sweatpants and I could see her lacy black thong coming into view.
I asked her what she was doing but she didn’t reply and walked towards me and my still hard cock and started pushing her tounge deep into my mouth and I did the same to her. I couldnt beleive this was happening. she soon was down to her thong and a matching bra showing off her amazing tits and pushed me onto her bed strattling me. My cock was rubbing against her amazing ass as she grinded me and began to take off her panties and bra. Precum began to drip from my cock and I noticed she was wet too. She asked if I was ready and I told her Ive been ready.
She lifted herself up and slid my cock slowly into her moist pussy, inching down until I was completely inside of her. I asked if she was on the pill and she was. she started riding me and bouncing up and down, her tits bouncing in my face. Her asscheeks meeting my thighs, and I told her I was going to cum. She stopped and turned reverse-cowgirl and caught some of her pussy juice and trarted to rum her little asshole with it. My heart started racing when she told me to put it in her ass. I asked if she was sure and she said of course, I wanted to cum too you know.. I guided my cock to her asshole and rubbed it around antil she begged me to put it in. I barely fit halfway into her but it felt great and she was moaning like crazy. After a while I was close to cumming, and it sounded like she was too. I could tell because her asshole was starting to grab my cock and convulse on it and this feeling was unreal. At the same time we both came and it was the greatest orgasm Ive ever had to this day. Afterwards we kissed for a long time, and she sucked me off, which made for my third orgasm of the night. She told me not to tell anyone ever, or shed tell everyone that she caught me jizzing in her panties. I agreed. This was the greatest day of my life so far. And Ill never forget it!

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