Mr. Irresistible - The First Day
written by:
I.P.Freely

To all my faithful readers, the first 4 chapters will be nothing new, save for a few changes here and there. However, chapter 5 has been completely revamped and 6 and 7 are brand new. Please vote as I am trying to make the "Hall of Fame" and let me know if I can do anything to make my story better. Seriously, I get off on feedback. Enjoy =)

Chapter 1 - "Then It Begins"

The luscious Asian writhed her lithe figure up and down the man's body, squealing in muffled contentment. "Without that guy's cock in her mouth she could probably shatter glass," I thought.

I quickened my pace, my wrist starting to burn from sheer exhaustion. The hottie on my computer monitor came up for a breath and the video shot to the man's face. "Eww." Why the fuck do they always have to show the guy, anyway? It's not like scores and scores of women jack off to the wonderful looking men of porn every night. Guys don't want to see that shit. His face was contorted in what I guess was ecstasy, although it looked like she was biting his dick off rather than sucking it. I tried to forget about it and keep my hard-on but this guy was so damn ugly. He kind of looked like a leprechaun.

"KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!" What was left of my boner leapt back into the safety of my boxers with frightening speed. Goddamn it, who was it now! I was about to start cursing the little prick, no pun intended, for cowardice when my mother's booming voice came from the hallway. "Cam, isn't it time for bed?" Oh God, here we go again.

First of all, I was 18. She had no right telling me when to go to sleep. Secondly, it was 9:30 on a Tuesday. The woman was going senile. And thirdly, lastly, and definitely most importantly...actually there is no third reason. She shouldn't be knocking on my door. However, I realized the futility of arguing with stupid people long ago.

"I'll go to sleep in a few minutes mom, just finishing up some homework" is what I said. What I thought was "Jesus Christ you Nazi bitch, can I not have ten minutes to whack off in peace?" Just then the Asian onscreen got stuffed and let out a nice shrill "Oh yeah, fuck me!"

"What did you say Cam?" Shit, she must be pressed up against the door or something.

"I'm studying mom, go away." I paused the video temporarily and waited to hear her footsteps retreating down the hallway before resuming. My little buddy slowly came back to life and after a few more minutes of *ahem* studying, I rubbed one off into a wad of tissue paper. How depressing...

My name is Cameron Blake. Yes, I realize that I have two first names. Yes, I am OK with that. I live in White Prairie, Pennsylvania, also known as boring ass place in boring ass state. I live on Franklin Street, third house down, the one with the red fence. I'm the guy next door, your ordinary teenager, an average Joe in every sense of the word. I have brown hair and brown eyes, am 6 feet tall, and have finely chiseled *cough* semi-chiseled abs. Most importantly however, I'm a guy that isn't getting laid and should be. This is how I've come to know my existence.

I collapsed on my bed. Work was hell tonight. It was another grueling night at Jolly's Video Rental and Sale. If I have to tell anyone else to have a "jolly jolly day" I'm going to end up vomiting all over them. Breathe in, breathe out. Relax Cam. I stared at the white plaster ceiling above me. For some reason I thought of the sex scene from Basic Instinct where Sharon Stone and that guy screw in the room with the mirror on the ceiling. I wonder if I could sleep in a bed with a mirror right above me. It'd probably scare the hell out of me whenever I woke up. I could probably fuck in one though, especially one with Sharon Stone in it.

"This sucks ass," I said aloud, referring to life. Actually I was referring to beating off. Life was not that bad. I just wanted a little poontang. I don't know, I wasn't bad looking by any means but I was just so god damn ordinary. You could practically rename me John Smith and stamp "WASP" on my forehead. I closed my eyes and began to drift off to dream world. Circles began swirling round and round, and then those crazy sheep starting jumping around...hold up; I better go piss before falling asleep. I hopped out of bed in my boxers, unlocked my door, and scratched my ass as I walked to the bathroom. I drained my lizard and stood in front of the sink washing my hands. I stared hard at my reflection in the mirror/medicine-cabinet combo every house in the country has. That's when it happened. I looked down at the sink to splash some water over my face, and when I looked back up at my reflection, I saw a black man with a purple hat standing directly behind me. My reaction was normal. I screamed at the top of my lungs like a 4-year-old girl watching Poltergeist, and swung around falling on my ass. But as I looked around the room, I realized that there was no black man. What the hell is going on? "Are you okay Hun?" My mother's voice could reach me anywhere I went in this damn house.

"Shut-up mom, I'm studying," I yelled. The black man had disappeared. He was nowhere in sight. Maybe it's me that's going senile. I shook it off and started to feel self-pity for going nuts at such a young age when I got up again and glanced back in the mirror. That crazy black man glanced right back at me. After falling over again, and yelling to my mother to shut-up again, I finally gathered myself together and looked into the mirror one more time. The black guy smiled at me and his gold teeth glinted in the light. Was I dreaming? There really couldn't be some black dude in my mirror, could there? "Um...hello" I said, oddly worried about what to say rather than realizing that I was talking to a fucking mirror. I reached out and started to poke the mirror and the black dude looked at me like I was a retard. Strangely, the mirror then spoke.

"Hello Cameron," It said. "I am the Pimp-Fairy." I must have been dreaming because only my twisted imagination could come up with something called a Pimp-Fairy. "I have come to bestow upon you a great and marvelous gift."

I thought for a second and, in all my wisdom, spoke aloud. "What the fuck are you doing in my mirror, black man!"

He continued. "Cameron, you have been selected by the great, wise, all-knowing Player to be the next recipient of the greatest of treasures. You are the one, Cameron."

"The one what?" I asked.

"The one who isn't getting laid and should be." He said. Well shit, I could have told him that. "Prepare to receive your gift, The Power of The Pimp!!!"

I kind of chuckled but then stopped, realizing again that I was still talking to a mirror. The little black man reflection waved his golden cane. "It is done" he finally replied. Then I snapped.

"Dude, what the fuck are you doing my mirror, and what is this gift?.....And what the fuck are you doing in my mirror!"

"Cameron, from this moment forth, you are hereby blessed by the Pimp-Fairy. No more will women idly pass you by. No more will you jack off to cheap porn. No longer will you remain a virgin. You have inherited the Power of The Pimp! From now on, you are irresistible to women!"

I stared at the mirror for a second or two. I poked it again and the black man just shook his head disapprovingly at me. I turned and walked out of the bathroom. Man, I've got to stop smoking so much weed. Dismissing this little encounter as merely mild hallucinations from something or another I re-entered my room and collapsed on my bed. I have seriously got to get more sleep. I closed my eyes and chuckled to myself. "Pimp-Fairy, hehehe. That's funny." I slowly drifted off into a blissful land of gumdrops and sugarplums but something was off. I couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was, but I couldn't help but feel a little bit...peculiar...

Chapter 2 - "My Spidey Sense is tingling!"

Let's get something straight here. Why the fuck are alarm clocks so harsh? I realize that people need to wake up but why to this terrible alarm klaxon. I started using an alarm to wake myself up 4 years ago and already it is making me psychotic. I shit you not. Whenever I hear an alarm while awake, I go fucking insane. I remain cool on the outside, so people think I'm sane and shit but on the inside, nothing is holding me back from taking a sledgehammer to the face of that guy next to me. I also developed an interesting defense mechanism. Whenever I'm lying in bed, asleep, and my alarm goes off, my brain doesn't wake up right away. The first body part to move is my left arm. The moment the auditory nerve sends the signal of the alarm noise to my brain (still asleep mind you) my arm flies out of the sheets straight towards the alarm clock at blistering speeds. The arm is equally intelligent as it is fast. It knows exactly which button to push. It doesn't hit the snooze button, oh no, because it knows that this will only provide only momentary safety from the harsh noise. Instead, it goes for the tiny button above the alarm button with the little nipple on top. It goes for this button because it knows that it will turn the alarm clock off for good and successfully end the threat. Most of the time I awake before my arm can finish its task but every once in a while, it moves with such dexterity that I never even wake up. I hate when this happens. It makes me late for school because, like most kids, I set my alarm to give me about 20 minutes to shower, shit, shave, and drive to school. The magical time I was to wake up was 7:40. Because of the delicate pattern in which I follow the afore-mentioned activities to allow maximum utility for my time, waking up even a minute after my alarm should have woke me throws the entire balance out of whack. I looked at the clock. It said 7:50. I said "Oh shit." My mother said "Get up you lazy scoundrel, you'll be late for school." I said "mumble, mumble, mumble."

Normally it takes several seconds to gather my thoughts together when I wake up but when I'm late I'm empowered by this sort of "panic energy". I literally jumped out of bed and as soon as I did, I noticed a difference. Something was...not quite right. I felt a little heavier, so to speak. Despite my lack of time I stopped short. I glanced over at my wall mirror and instantly remembered the words I heard last night from that crazy black dude in the mirror. Didn't he call himself the Pimp-Fairy? That's fucking hilarious; I'll tell my friends about that one. But he also told me something else.

"Cameron, from this moment forth, you are hereby blessed by the Pimp-Fairy. No more will women idly pass you by. No more will you jack off to cheap porn. No longer will you remain a virgin. You have inherited the Power of The Pimp! From now on, you are irresistible to women!"

I don't know how I remembered that entire paragraph, but I did. Hmmm. I scratched my tummy while I pondered these cryptic words. My eyebrows instantly rose as I felt something strange under my shirt. It almost felt like...definition. I ripped off my shirt and beheld a body not of this earth. "HOLY SHIT!" I had the tummy of a Greek God. In fact, I had the entire physique of Greek God. I still had the same thin frame I always had but I was now equipped with a fully defined six-pack and some kick-ass man-boobs as well. This would certainly explain that strange feeling I had, but where did all this come from? To tell the truth, I really didn't care. I started flexing in the mirror and admiring how goddamn beautiful I was but my mother brought me back to reality, "Cameron, wake up!" God I hate that bitch. I put my shirt back on to avoid the stupid questions she was bound to ask and that I definitely couldn't answer and headed for the shower.

My mother gave me one of those sinister glances as I brushed past her. I tried not to look in her eyes. She was like the medusa. I feigned coughing while calling her a "bitch" but she heard what I said. "I heard that you little bastard" She said, and smiled as she walked away. She always thinks I'm joking when I insult her. Heh, I am SO far from joking. My friends think I'm an asshole for treating my mother the way I do but that's because they don't know what that horrible witch did to me as a child. I was a sick child but had a lot of fun anyways. I had a ton of friends and tons of stuff to do all the time. Then I developed asthma and that bitch started giving me steroids from the doctor to fend it off. Now one thing is true. When you take steroids and work out, they make you huge. Well, when you're sick and young and take them for medicinal purposes, they make you huge too. Those damn pills made me so fat it was frightening. It took me 4 years to lose the weight but I'm still recovering from the emotional abuse of 1st graders who didn't know what kind of anguish they caused by making fun of the fat kid. Honestly, it wasn't as bad as I make it out to be but those pills didn't even help me, it was her choice to use steroids. She could have used something else. She should have used something else.

I walked into the bathroom, locked the door behind me, and stared into the mirror. I once more took off my shirt and admired the radical change that occurred over night. I gave a good arm flex but over my bulging biceps I caught the reflection of a clock hanging on the opposite wall. It was 8 o'clock already. I had better put the heat on or I was going to be quite late for school. This was not the time to be ogling over my supremely luscious new body. I pulled the shower curtain open and turned on the showerhead. I tested the water, ripped off my PJ pants, and jumped in. It was then that something hit me. Yeah, it was water, but something else hit me as well. Something else felt a little heavier. You know what I mean. I glanced down and nearly fainted. A single ray of light shined through the bathroom window and fell upon my penis. The sound of Handel's Hallelujah Chorus began to reverberate throughout the bathroom. My god, it was beautiful.

I went to bed with a bit less than 6 inches, fully erect, but woke up with what I would guess to be 8 or 9 inches while soft! I reached down and touched it. Every man knows every intricacy of his own dick but this one was new to me. To be honest, it felt a little strange touching a foreign penis. I shook off those slightly homosexual thoughts and marveled at its design. This was no ordinary penis. I could tell that under its rather large surface appearance, it contained a power unfathomable to the ordinary man. It seethed with sexual energy. I knew I was strapped for time but I had to try this puppy out. I mean, who wouldn't. I closed my eyes and pictured Christi Turlington bouncing up and down on my brand new cock. The beast instantly came to life, rising like a fucking Frankenstein. It pulsated with my heartbeat and filled up with rock hard power. I couldn't erase the smile from my face if I tried. Well, I started doing my thing, and to make a long story short, I never had a better orgasm in my life. My arm was a little tired from moving up and down my enormous length but it was well worth it. Also, I could kill people with this thing. When I climaxed, it fired about ten shots with the velocity of a .22 rifle. Damn, that Pimp-Fairy is the shit. My shower did take a bit longer than expected, especially since I was late, but I think that's fair considering what he gave me. So far, in one hour of my day, I awoke to find myself wrapped in a fabulous new body with a cock that could make Jenna Jameson scream in pain. Well, maybe not Jenna, but you get the picture. I could only imagine what the rest of the day had in store for me. The Pimp-Fairy didn't even mention a new body. To say the least, I was giddy with anticipation. I got out of the shower, flexed a few more times and shook my dick around in the mirror before I tried to pull my jeans on, failing violently. My legs had grown in size with muscle overnight and I was barely able to pull the fuckers up on the second try, and even then, I had to do several lunges in my room to stretch them out enough to retain my dignity. Satisfied that I didn't look gay, I headed downstairs.

After grabbing a pop tart and scowling at my mother a little more I walked out of the house to my car. If only that fairy could have given me a better car. I sighed upon sight of my 89' Plymouth Acclaim. If you've ever seen this particular model of shit, you know what I mean. As I opened the car door, the pleasant smell of my particular brand of air freshener wafted into my nostrils. Damn my car smelled like weed. I started the ignition and checked the clock. Homeroom had begun 5 minutes ago but I didn't fucking care. I had a huge dick. I pulled out of the driveway and drove to school. 3 joints later I pulled into my parking spot and emerged from my vehicle with a huge grin on my face and a cup of Starbucks coffee in my hand. I usually only smoke one in the morning but this was a special occasion. I had a huge dick. I breathed in the fresh air, slung my bag over my shoulder and walked down the walkway towards my destiny...which was currently the high school.

I strolled crookedly down the broken cement walkway to the school and sipped some more of my coffee. Have you ever read the label on the Starbucks cups? That shit cracks me up. "It is a fleeting moment: With the eyes of an artist, the Starbucks master roaster watches for the perfect roast" Give me a break, it's fuckin' coffee. And me thinks that that fleeting moment snuck past them this morning anyway. This tasted like shit. I should've expected as much when the on-duty master roaster is a scary 6'7" black lady named Jolanda who sounds like Barry White. I'm always wary about women that can crush me with their bare hands.

As I walked into the hallway, I noticed they were barren. "Oh shit," I said aloud while starting to laugh hysterically for no apparent reason. Jesus, I was stoned. Classes must have already started. I was pretty damn late. I giggled a little more and took a slow jog to my locker. The only thing that sucked about smoking before school is that I could never remember my locker combination. On this morning, because I was feeling particularly groovy, I finally got it on the 7th try. I clicked open the locker and hung up my coat. Suddenly, I immediately tensed at the feel of two feminine hands squeezing my ass. Surprised, I quickly turned around and found myself face to face with Sasha Yimin. In complete shock, I backed up and smacked up against the lockers. Sasha was the kind of girl that could have that effect on a man. She had that effect on me especially, because I'm such a hit with the ladies (heavy sarcasm). "Oh Randy, I would have never recognized you by the shape of your ass, have you been working out?" Time froze.

While time is frozen, let me paint you a picture of Sasha. First of all, she is hot as hell. She had long black hair to just below her shoulders with a few dark brown highlights. Her face was the perfect complexion, slightly tanned, but not overly dark. Her eyes were bright green and absolutely gorgeous. They were obviously modified by those colored contacts, but it just made her even more beautiful. She also wore just the right amount of light blue eye shadow. This, combined with her dark eyeliner, accentuated her eyes so that you could easily get lost in them if the rest of her body didn't tear you away. Her red lips were slightly open in that sexy half-smile girls like to do with guys they tease but something told me that she wasn't trying to tease me. Her lovely neck scaled down to her lovely petite shoulders and arms that were a perfect athletic feminine thinness. They weren't so thin that she looked anorexic and they weren't too thick, like some of those beastly basketball players. Her breasts were perfect like the rest of her. About the size of oranges, they were perky with youth. She always walked with her chest jutted out because they were so magnificent. Under those wonderful globes was her stomach, flat with the slightest definition that was barely discernible at first glance. Her belly button was adorable. The stomach is my favorite part of a woman, hinting at the treasures beneath and above, and hers was perfect. Her waist widened slightly to her hips and to her long wonderful legs. They were legs that have never been scarred or chaffed. They were legs that went on for miles. They were legs I'd like to feel wrapped around my back. She was a goddess, and did I mention a cheerleader? She was wearing the standard bare mid-dress outfit of our school's squad, emblazoned with a panther between her tits and adorned with our school's colors, black and dark purple.

To say the least I was stunned. To say it correctly though, I was nearly comatose with fear. I did, however, believe her about my ass. I had checked it out in the mirror earlier in the morning and it was pretty marvelous. Sasha had never spoken to me before and I had never spoken to her. I knew her from a few classes together and from gazing longingly at the cheerleaders every chance I got. Also, she had a nice reputation as a slut. This was good news for me, I guess, but I felt a little sad for her. She was far too beautiful to have a bad reputation. I never thought that she knew me and I guess I was right, considering she called me Randy. Who the fuck is Randy?

"Um, actually my name is Cameron" I stuttered.

"Really?" she said, "I love that name." She spoke very softly and very sexy-like while taking a step forward and placing her hands on my chest. She was now inches from my body. Suddenly my brand new shiny Penis woke up and said "Huh, What's going on?" She continued.

"So have you?" She smiled and tilted her head a bit. "Been working out I mean, I think I would have noticed an ass like yours before." She reached behind me and grabbed my cheeks, pulling them forward, closer to her. I felt her hot breath against my face. Was she drunk or something? She didn't smell intoxicated. In fact, she smelled intoxicating. I had no fucking clue what was going on. I was too frightened to speak so I just marveled at her beauty a little more. Then I recalled, once more, the words of the wonderful Pimp-Fairy.

"Cameron, from this moment forth, you are hereby blessed by the Pimp-Fairy. No more will women idly pass you by. No more will you jack off to cheap porn. No longer will you remain a virgin. You have inherited the Power of The Pimp! From now on, you are irresistible to women!"

Trust me, that's not the last time I'd recall those words (and that's not the last time you'll see them either). This was just fucking amazing! One of the hottest girls I've ever known was coming on to me like a drunken whore. She leaned forward, pressing her chest to mine, while still gripping my ass. She stepped forward with one leg and slowly began to hump my upper thigh. Her head was resting against my shoulder and I could hear her muffled moans against the fabric of my fleece. "Relax baby," she said and rubbed her hair against my face. I placed my hands on her waist uneasily as I was just beginning to loosen up. I couldn't believe what was happening. She moved her face to the side of my head and circled my ear with her tongue. The feeling was electrifying. "Cameron, I want you now." She said. My cock lurched to full attention stabbing her hips. She smiled and let out the sexiest little squeal I have ever heard. Did I hear her correctly? I could not imagine sex with this girl. It would be too beautiful for words. She stared up at me with those tantalizing eyes and leaned in for a kiss. Her nose touched mine. My eyes closed and my mind began drifting away to paradise...

"What is going on here!" My heart skipped a beat and I immediately straightened up at the voice of principal Lecter. Yes, that's right, Lecter, the same as in Hannibal Lecter. You know, the guy who eats people? I quickly pushed my dick as far down as it would go and turned to face the fat bastard who was rapidly approaching from my right. Was I really just humping Sasha Yimin with my thigh? And was principal Lecter actually fucking up my first-ever chance to get laid. I realized that the answer to both of those questions was "yes" as Sasha grabbed my shirt and pulled my face to hers. She whispered into my ear, "To be continued," smacked my ass, and starting briskly walking away the other direction. I smiled as I watched her leave: that luscious ass waving me goodbye. "Mr. Blake!" Shit, I already forgot about that cocksucker. I brushed off my shirt and tried to gather my composure. "Mr. Blake, I should have known. You weren't necking with that girl were you son? I'm sure you know that fraternization isn't allowed in my school."

"Necking Sir?" I started to laugh. Shit, I was still a little high.

"You know what I mean smartass, why aren't you in class?" He stopped in front of me, trying to stare me down with those beady little eyes. Clarence Lecter was a short, fat, near-sighted moron who thought he was the shit because he was a principal. He looked a whole lot like that smart asshole Sicilian on "The Princess Bride." We had a loving relationship because we saw so much of each other. I had a reputation too, you see, and while "stoner" isn't as bad as "slut," it still managed to put me in a great position with authority figures. He began to sniff the air around me. "Is that marijuana I smell son? Have you been smoking doobies in my school?" I really tried not to laugh, I really did, but hearing the word "doobie" is so damn funny, especially when I'm stoned. I started giggling but snapped out of it as quickly as possible.

"Uh sir...I really wouldn't know if you smell weed...err...marijuana, because I don't know what it smells like." Good lord I was fucked. I messed that up so bad a two-year-old could have figured out I was lying. Lester stared at me for a second.

"Step aside son. I'm checking your locker." He gave me a little push aside and opened up my locker. I gave him a 50/50 chance of finding something. I really couldn't remember whether or not I'd left anything in there so I was a little worried.

"Gimme a break Clarence, my power went out last night and my alarm didn't go off. I have a huge sociology test tomorrow and I really got to get to my class before I miss anymore of the review." I emphasized the word "huge" for a little pinache. I gave him my wounded animal look and hoped he'd let me go. Clarence paused and stared at me again.

"My name is Mr. Lecter smartass, and while I know you're up to something, I'll let you go this time out of mercy and respect for your teachers. However, if you ever come in late again, you're mine." He pointed at his eyes and then at me. "I'm watching you Mr. Blake. Get to your class."

I don't why people believe my lies, I'm so goddamn bad at it. Oh well, score two points for me. He turned away and waddled down the hall, his little legs carrying all that weight as fast as they could. Until we meet again, Hannibal, until we meet again. I quickly took the opportunity to review what had just happened. Was Sasha Yimin just gyrating against my crotch saying she wanted to fuck me? It sounded too good to be true but I looked down and my dick seemed to agree, and he never lied. "What the hell" I said aloud while grabbing my books and stuffing them in my bag. I looked down the hall but Sasha wasn't there. That Pimp-Fairy sure did something, that's for sure. And if that bastard wouldn't have shown up when he did I'd probably have Sasha bent over a desk somewhere, pounding away. That little prick. Oh well, she did say, "To be continued." Indeed Sasha. Indeed.

I gathered the rest of my stuff and sprayed a little cologne on for safety's sake. No sense risking another encounter. I walked down the ever-familiar hall and peered in to my first-period class. He was talking. This was good. At least I hadn't missed a test or anything. I opened up the door.

Don't you hate walking into class late, or anywhere late for that matter? Everyone stares at you and the teacher purposely stops speaking so everyone can hear your pitiful excuse. "Uh gee wiz sir, I woke up today with a new dick and just had to whack off at least once before school today." Yeah, that definitely wouldn't fly. I looked at the class and everyone was staring at me. What a horrible feeling THAT is. "Sorry I'm late Mr. Mathews, I slept in a little."

"That's fine Cameron, just take your seat." I gratefully did as asked. I walked down aisle one to my back row seat where I could happily relax after this morning's harrowing events. I plopped down in my seat and fished out my book. I reached for a pencil from my bag but glanced up and realized that almost every girl in the class was still staring at me. I brushed off my shirt and started looking about me for something wrong. Was there shit on my face or something?

"Hey People," Mr. Mathews shouted and clapped his hands, "We've got class here, remember?" Finally, the girls turned away but a few of them gave me glancing smiles. I smiled back, of course, and reclined in my chair. I guess they were all just trying to fight the urge to fuck me. At least that's what I hoped it was. Considering my little run-in with Sasha it seemed perfectly likely. Hmm, every girl in the school wants to fuck me. This had the potential to be a very good day.

I breathed a sigh of relief to finally be in class and took in some of the scenery. Most of the fine ladies in this class were excellent looking. There was Shannon, the always-nice sandy blonde in the front row. She was pretty hot and had an ass to die for but her attitude and manner just overwhelmed me sometimes. She was one of those girls that were just profoundly happy all the time. It normally just makes her fun to be around but on the wrong day it can provoke you to kill your fellow man. There was Cara, the cute girl-next-door that tried to hide her great looks behind glasses but failed in the attempt because they actually made her look hotter. What was great about this girl-next-door was that she actually was the girl next door. We've been friends since we were little kids and she's always been there for me. We'd gotten along fine for years but lately she's turned into a real hottie, and because I'm a big pussy, this actually drove us apart because I didn't know what to say to her.

Ahh, and then there's Stacey. If God was a woman, her name would be "Stacey." I've had a crush on this girl since the third grade. She's just strikingly beautiful with a great personality to boot. I like everything about her. Her short blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, sticking through the back of her baseball cap. I've always had a thing for girls wearing caps. I guess it's some kind of fetish for me. She had a great body too although today she was wearing a sweatshirt and jeans. Few people can look absolutely amazing in that outfit but Stacey pulled it off easily. She was hotter than hot. She leaned forward in her seat just enough to expose a little bit of her bare back. Hey now, those jeans are a little low. Is that a thong I see?

"Cameron!" shouted Mr. Mathews. I must have zoned out again.

"Huh, oh I'm sorry sir. What did you say?"

"I was just wondering if you could tell the class why Pavlov's dog box was so effective." I had no clue what the fuck he was talking about.

"I'm sorry sir, I wasn't paying attention." I admitted.

"Straighten yourself up in that chair Cam, c'mon, this stuff is important." Some of the girls looked back at me again and giggled. They were all that I was thinking about. They were all I ever thought about in this class.

Class took forever and I was beginning to fall asleep, still staring at Stacey's ass, when the class bell woke me with a start. I quickly rose and gathered my things. I was nervous with anticipation. How would these girls react to me now? As I walked out of the door, I was greeted by 3 girls, all smiling and laughing with each other. "Hey Cam," they said, almost in unison. I smiled and was about to say something back when another girl to my right said, "Hi Cameron, how's it hanging?" If she only knew how IT was hanging she would probably faint. I turned around in the hallway being greeted by every girl that passed, either with a smile, a gesture, or words. Good God, did the Pimp-Fairy really make me irresistible? Gina, a girl I knew for several years, totally hot, squeezed my shoulder as she walked by. I spun around only to see her fleeting smile as she passed. This was amazing. My self-esteem was skyrocketing.

What the hell was going on? I didn't quite know, but I liked it. Every girl I passed stared at me or gave me a sly glance. I was all smiles in return to each girl that passed me by. This was so awesome. I felt like the most attractive being in all of humanity. Hell, depending on how good that Pimp-Fairy was, I could very well be the most attractive being in all of humanity. And I felt it. With each passing, with each stare, with each smile I grew more daring. The feeling of power was overwhelming. I stopped off in the restroom for a quick refresher before my next class. I walked into that bathroom a new man, a confident man. I took a piss while still smiling to myself at my good fortune. "This can't get any better," I thought. I walked from the stall to the faucet and washed my hands. Just then I remembered the event that started all this. It was last night when I spotted that strange black man in my mirror. I leaned over to splash some water in my face and then turned off the faucet. This situation was the same as last night. I half expected to see a weird black dude in the mirror when I looked up. Well, I didn't see the Pimp-Fairy in the mirror, but I did see a beautiful girl standing behind me. I was a bit startled but figured that she must have followed me in here. Why else would a girl be in the boy's bathroom? I turned around to face her and grabbed some paper towels to wipe my face with. I really couldn't think of anything else to say so I just stated the obvious. "Uh Hi. This is the boy's bathroom you know?"

This girl looked really good so I was a bit confused as to why I had never seen her before. She had blonde hair pulled back with one of those plastic claw deals. A few strands dangled on the back of her neck and one strand of hair hung on the outer side of each of her lovely eyes. She had great blue eyes, as deep as the ocean. She had on light lipstick, with a slightly darker lining around and her makeup was done in a way that accentuated her lips. She was smiling and staring at me as I moved. Her breasts were fantastic and she knew it too. She was wearing one the tightest shirts I have ever seen. It really wasn't much of a shirt but it managed to cover up most of her stomach above her belly button and the lower part of each breast. She must have been at least a C cup too cause there was some serious cleavage here. That's quite large for a girl as thin as she was. Her cute belly button was pierced with a diamond stud and her waist trailed off elegantly to her proportionate hips. Some people don't like belly button piercing but I find it extremely arousing. Speaking of arousing, my newly acquired best friend began to stir. She was wearing very short jean shorts below that and her long sensual stems ended in New Balance shoes. The girl had taste.

"You're Cameron right?" she said.

"Yeah," I replied, "Can I help you with something?" She knew my name. It always made me feel good when people I didn't know knew me.

"Oh, you probably don't know me, my name is Janelle. I'm a friend of your sister's." Oh god, she was one of Sarah's little groupies. Sarah was two grades lower than me and extremely popular because she was good looking. My friends were always asking me to hook them up with dates and shit. It was really quite annoying. She did have tasty looking friends though. Janelle reached up and twirled her finger around in one of her loose strands of hair. I love it when girls do that. "I've been over your house a few times but we've never actually met."

"Well, it's nice to meet you." She just kept staring. I didn't know what to do. "Can I help you with anything?" She took a few steps forward, still twirling her hair.

"Actually, I was hoping that you could help me with something. You see, every time I see you I get this funny feeling that I really can't explain." She started smiling coyly. What is this here? This couldn't be flirting, could it? I've heard of this before but the never actually been the object of it. It felt kind of nice.

"Umm......ok," I said. I hate myself.

"Yeah," She said, still smiling widely. She kept walking closer. "And the thing is, its getting worse. All the other times I got this feeling I just shrugged it off, but today it feels like I'm going to explode."

"No kidding," I said. Wow, another genius remark from the empty recesses of my resin-coated brain.

"Actually, it's more of an urge I guess." She stepped up right next to me and looked into my eyes. She was about 5'6," so she had to look up at me this close. God, she was beautiful. She placed a hand on my shirt and started rubbing up and down my chest. "Are you starting to get a funny feeling about me?" she asked. My cock started pressing against the fabric of my boxers. What is going on? It must be like all-extremely-hot-girls-try-to-fuck-Cameron-day or something. Actually I thought her whole "funny feeling" approach was cheesy as hell. You know, the kind of crap you read in shitty sex stories or something. Honestly though, it was working. Here is the part where I seize up from fear.

"Uh...yeah," I mumbled in a sort of half-moan, stupid-sounding way. Janelle started to laugh.

"Listen Cameron, I don't usually come on to guys like this but there is something about you today that is just so goddamn...irresistible. I don't know what it is, but if I can't have you now, I'm just going to burst." She placed her hand over my crotch and I almost swallowed my tongue. I looked at the door. The lock was broken off on the inside.

"Uh Janelle, the lock here is broken. Maybe we should..." Janelle stood up on her toes and brought her lips to mine. It was a kiss to shame all others. She pressed against me softly at first and then harder as she snaked her tongue into my mouth. I started moving mine as well and we explored each other for a few seconds that seemed like an eternity. As she pulled away she shot me a glance that shattered any fears or reservations I had for her. "On second thought, here is fine."

Janelle ran into the handicapped stall pulling my hand as she went and as soon as I was all the way through, she hurriedly closed the stall door behind us and locked it. Before I could say a thing, she was on me like a rabid dog. She instantly reached under my shirt, pulling it up and over my head. She took a step back and stared dumbstruck at my wondrously sculpted upper body. "Jesus Christ Cam, do you work out?"

"Not a day in my life, good genes I guess," I said. It was the truth but was unbelievable considering my new body. Oh well, Janelle didn't seem to care. She wrapped her arms about me and pushed me back into the tiled bathroom wall. I tensed up at the feeling because the tiles were so cold but became much more comfortable as she began placing kisses all over my chest and neck, lightly scratching my back with her fingernails. I placed my hands on her hips and began feeling up and down her sides, stopping at the soft corners of her beautiful breasts. I would have liked to kiss her but she seemed a bit preoccupied with my body and the height difference was a little bit of a problem. She began to suck on my left nipple and I felt a small tingling beginning to stir. It was an awesome feeling. My cock was well past tingling, however, and was standing at full mast even inside my jeans. I glanced down and realized it was pressing directly against her bare abdomen. She stopped her assault on my nipple momentarily and smiled that beautiful smile up at me again. "Jesus Christ Cam," she said again, half in mocking, "do you work this out too?" She wrapped her hand around the bulge and rubbed it slowly. It felt incredible. I could dry hump her hand all day long.

She squeezed down and led me, by my penis, over to the toilet seat. She put the top down and pushed me onto it. She grabbed the tiny cloth straps holding up her top and began twisting them through her fingers. "So Cameron, would you like to see my chest?" She giggled that little seductive laugh and moved between my legs. She reached down, and grabbed my hands, leading them up to her body. She placed each of my hands on their respective breast, pushing my palms into her soft flesh. She held her hands on top of mine as she pushed and massaged my hands against her breasts through the light fabric of her shirt. She closed her eyes and moaned. "Mmmmmm, does that feel good baby?" she said. I mumbled something incomprehensible while I squeezed those large magnificent globes. I pulled my hands away and she dropped her arms to her sides, allowing me to do as I wished. I reached up higher and slowly pulled away the straps around her milky smooth shoulders and slid them down her arms. I looked up at her face and she still wore the same smile and was staring intently at my face. I actually started to smile too as the thin fabric of her shirt peeled off of her chest to reveal a sheer white bra that contained two of the most magnificent titties ever created by God (or man for that matter, didn't care). I left her shirt folded up around her midsection and reached up to her front bra clasp. I unhooked it and let it fall cascading down her silky curves. They were fantastic. They were very large for her frame but hung only slightly, preserved firm in her youth. These things would sag to the ground by the time she was 50 but they were so perfect right now all I could do was sputter out sentence fragments and stare. Her nipples were aroused and jutting out but not obnoxiously and her areolas were a light pink color that went well with her skin.

Janelle stepped over my legs, one by one, and lowered her weight onto my lap. My tent-poled cock stuck up right between us. She grabbed the back of my hair and shoved my head into her wonderful breasts and shook them playfully, smacking my face with them. I pulled myself up and reached around her back and pulled her close, her tits pressed flat against my chest. Just being close to her, the warmth of our bodies heating each other, felt incredible. I released her a little and pressed my lips against hers. Our tongues starting intermingling with different tastes and smells and we held that kiss for a long time. When I eventually pulled away, Janelle's eyes were closed and she appeared flushed. She dreamily opened her eyes before she spoke. "Yummy. Now then..." She looked down at the almost ridiculous mound between us. "Shall we?"

She unhooked the button on my jeans and slowly pulled down the zipper. It slid over the giant peak and down the other side. She stood up a little and pulled the jeans to a heap at my feet. She looked at my still covered dick hungrily, licking her lips, and sat back on my lap, pressing against my cock. She closed her eyes, let her head fall back, and started gyrating her waist against my nearly naked cock. I moaned loud. It felt incredible. I placed my hands on her creamy thighs and helped her rock her body back and forth against my cock. This anticipation was killing me. She was obviously feeling that too because she then jumped up quickly and sank to a kneeling position between my legs. She again licked her lips as she reached around my dick to the elastic waistband of my boxers. She slowly began to pull them down, inch by inch. The trimmed hair above the top of my dick came into view and she pulled the rest down with one motion. My cock sprang up and shook a little from having its protection ripped off so fast. It stood proud and tall, like a rhinestone cowboy, whatever that means. Janelle was stunned. Her eyes were wide with amazement at the sight of my massive member. To be honest, I was too. It was only the second time I had seen the damn thing. Janelle continued to stare and her breathing picked up a bit. She actually looked a little frightened.

I rubbed the back of my hand against her cheek and she came to, smiling at me. "My god Cam, I've never seen a penis this big in my life."

I laughed out loud, "See a lot of penises Janelle?"

She blushed a little and told me to shut up and relax. Repositioning herself on her knees, she reached up and slowly wrapped her tiny fingers around my mammoth dick. They were cold and my dick jumped at the feeling. Janelle just gasped and ran her tongue along her upper lip very slowly. She brought her face to my member and started to rub the head against her cheek while staring into my eyes. I didn't know which was more intoxicating, the feel of it or seeing it happen to me. She rubbed it against her lips, but never opened them, and then proceeded to her other cheek. This girl was a pro. I was already coming close to climax and she didn't even do anything to me. She opened her mouth and engulfed the head but never touched my penis. She breathed out a breath of hot air and then pulled back again. The sensations started firing throughout my body. She was moving her entire body in her motions and seemed to really be having a good time. "Are you ready for me Cam? Are you ready to stick your penis down my throat? Are you ready to fuck my face?" Whoa! I was a bit taken back but I love it when women talk dirty. She began to pump her hand up and down my cock.

"Kiss your mother with that mouth, " I said jokingly. I'm surprised I got out the words with what she was doing to me. And I thought it was good when I jacked off! She giggled a little and stuck out her tongue, barely touching the underside of my tip. I shivered all over and before I could react she sunk her mouth halfway down the shaft. Oh my God! The anticipation built up was so much I nearly came right in her mouth right then but some inner strength helped me to hold back. She brought her head nearly up all the way and then dropped halfway down again, still pumping the base with her hand. She started to settle into a slow rhythm.

I gently laid my hand against the back of her head and sat back, trying to cope with the amazing shots of ecstasy shooting up my spine. I could feel the head of my cock contacting the back of her throat each time she went halfway down and could feel her sucking against it, her cheeks indenting each time she slid to the top. Her lips were pulled close around my shaft and she made slurpy sounds as she bobbed up and down. Some saliva began to drip onto my balls. Her other hand, previously resting on my thigh, reached under and smeared the saliva into my balls, rubbing and massaging them. I had never felt such intense sexual feelings in my entire life. It was indescribable. She finally pulled her mouth off of my dick and sat about a foot away. A tiny strand of saliva connected her lips to my cock. She wasn't smiling anymore but looked intently into my eyes with an expression of pure animal lust. She reached up behind her head to do something with her hair causing her breasts to elevate slightly. I bent over a little and began to massage them. She kneeled up higher to elevate them and sighed heavily as I gently squeezed them. She pulled the claw thing from her hair, causing golden curls to fall all around, framing her angelic face. She shook her head slightly bouncing her hair. It made me think of those herbal essences commercials but before I could think further, she pushed me back against the toilet and engulfed my cock again.

She began sucking harder and her hair fell around my thighs creating a very sensual feeling. I brushed her hair from one side so I could still see her beautiful face going down on my dick. She slowed to a stop and took a deep breath while her mouth was still around my shaft. I could feel the cold air going into her mouth and her hot breath coming out. I was close, real close. The fact that I'd held on so far against this girl's onslaught was amazing to me. She slowly lowered her mouth back lower down my cock but her lips weren't closed around my shaft anymore. She stopped when I felt my cock contact the back of her throat. I felt her mouth relax and my penis slid further into her. I could feel my cock-head sliding down her throat. It was astounding. She continued to sink down slowly until my entire 11 or 12 inches were inside her hot mouth. It was incredible. Her lips hit the base, tickling my pubic hair, and I just couldn't take it anymore. I pressed my hand against the back of her head, grabbing a handful of hair, and began to thrust against her face, first slowly but increasingly faster. The feeling of my huge member sliding around down her slippery throat pushed me over. I felt my balls tense and cum starting to fly up my shaft. I climaxed hard. I fired the first shot deep into her throat and immediately she withdrew a few inches gagging slightly. I was spasming uncontrollably from the sensations and my legs were shaking slightly from the intensity of the orgasm I was having. As she withdrew I fired twice more into her mouth. She choked slightly and pulled her head off of my cock. I didn't mean to, but I then fired a shot right into her eye. It told you this thing was powerful. She recoiled slightly but then grabbed my cock and jacked off the remaining cum all over her tits.

When the waves of pleasure finally came to a stop, Janelle kneeled before me smiling. A small line of cum had dribbled out of her mouth and down her neck to her breasts, and she was trying to wipe off the gobs in her eye. Her tits were completely covered in cum and she was still slowly jacking off my dick that was slightly quivering in ecstasy. I had never seen a sexier sight in my life. She then opened her right eye and licked her lips. Her eye was all red. I felt a little bad. "Cam, that was intense, I would have never thought...you...Jesus." She grabbed one of her breasts and lifted it. She then sexily began to lick my cum off of it.

"Intense! You're telling me," I said. I lifted her chin with my hand and kissed her passionately. I could taste something salty that I could only imagine was my jism and let her go. What a first blowjob. "Thanks Janelle, that was incredible, sorry about your eye though. Should've told you I was cumming"

She started laughing out loud, squinting a little. "Don't mention it Cam. In fact, in kind of turned me on." She let go of my dick and grabbed some toilet paper to wipe off her tits. She stood up, those beautiful globes standing directly in front of my face. I smiled at her. I was very content.

Suddenly we heard a loud creak followed by footsteps. Oh shit! Someone's coming into the bathroom. Janelle shot me a worried expression and I motioned for her to get on my lap. The door was locked but people can still see your feet under those retarded half-wall things. She hopped onto my lap pulling her legs up behind me. The footsteps continued and stopped in the middle of the room. My flaccid dick was just chilling there between us and my face was mere inches from her tits. She smelled so good. I knew we had to be quiet but I couldn't help it. You can't expect a man to have self-control when gigantic beautiful titties are inches from his face. I dove in.

I pushed my face between her tits and started kissing that small stretch of flesh between the mounds. Janelle didn't stop me. I reached up a hand and squeezed the soft breast to my right. I could hear the man start to take a piss in one of the stalls so I really wasn't worried. I continued to lick between her tits and squeeze the right one while massaging her thigh with my other hand. I ran my hand up her thigh to the bottom of her ass. Her shorts were very short. I could almost get my fingers in there but her shorts were very tight as well. I just squeezed and massaged what I could of her ass and thigh. Her legs squeezed tighter against me. I pulled away for a second and looked at her face. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily. I continued squeezing her right breast hard as I shot out my tongue and began to lick up and down her other tit. I started to make tiny circles around her nipple and I could hear her start breathing even heavier. I lowered my lips against her nipple and started to suck on it while twisting her right nipple vigorously. She shivered and moaned loud and long. Before she could finish I feverishly pulled away and placed my hand over her mouth. I could tell from her startled expression that she had been in the throes of passion 5 seconds ago and had obviously forgotten about a certain someone walking around just a few feet away from us. I leaned over and whispered directly into her ear. "There's someone in here, remember?"

"Hey uh buddy, you OK in there?" an unfamiliar voice said, "You sound like you might be having a little trouble." Thank god, at least he thought the voice was male. She did moan very low and guttural sounding.

"No thanks pal, just those damn cafeteria burritos man, they'll kill ya," I replied.

"Heh, I know what you mean, see you around." I heard his footsteps again and the faint sound of the bathroom door opening and then closing. He didn't even wash his hands. That's so dirty. Janelle started to smack my hand. I turned back to her and she was turning purple. Oh shit, I forgot to pull my hand away and had cut off her air supply. I let go and started to laugh. "Sorry about that, but you shouldn't attract attention to yourself when you're fucking in the men's bathroom."

"Hey it turned out alright," she said, taking deeper breaths now to recover, "I know I made somebody happy." She smiled and started wiggling my soft cock back and forth. "But, maybe we should find somewhere else to continue."

"Continue?" I said "Haven't had enough yet? Think you can handle another go?" She stood up, smiled, and began to pull her hair back again.

"Well when I took it in my mouth, I only lost an eye." She started to laugh. "Who knows what will happen when I take that thing up my cunt." Hey there, now we're talking! Let's get moving.

"Yeah, let's go find somewhere else." I leaned forward and tried to get up but my legs weren't responding. Oh damn, they were numb. "Aww shit, my legs done went numb," I said in a jovial manner, "That's what I get for having your fat ass on my legs so long." As soon as that remark left my lips, I bit down on my lip. Uh oh, I hoped she could take a joke. I thought it was funny and it was definitely not true, but I know some girls that will slap the shit out of you for saying something like that. Luckily she could take the joke and smiled wide.

"Whatever Cam, people like you normally have to pay top dollar for an ass as lovely as mine. Be thankful I'm not charging you." She smiled wide and licked her teeth as she bent over towards me. "Now let's see if we can get some blood to those legs. She started massaging my thighs and rubbing her hands up and down my legs. Her marvelous tits hung low and swung from side to side as she moved. It was hypnotizing. I reached out to grab them but she stopped me. "No no now, remember, we have to find somewhere else." She stood back up and picked up her bra from the floor. "Now get dressed Cam, we need to get fucking soon." I couldn't believe that a hot girl would say things like that. I LOVE this girl.

I stood up and pulled up my jeans. I grabbed my fleece too and pulled it over. I saw her trying to fasten her bra. Her chest barely fit in that thing. It was almost like trying to fit into leather jeans that are two sizes too small. Ever see that Friends episode? Funny shit. Janelle pulled up and straightened her shirt after she fastened her bra and we were finally ready to exit. We both exited the stall door but then I heard the bathroom door open again. I quickly shoved Janelle back into the stall and closed the door behind her. My friend Ian walked in.

"Oh hey Ian, how's it going?" I tried to sound innocent but Ian knew something was going on. He was a quick one.

"Hey Cam...What are you doing standing here in the bathroom?" He shot me a quizzical glance as he walked to a latrine.

"Oh just waiting for this stall to open up, something's up with my stomach today." Ian started pissing and he stretched his arms out to the sides.

"Man Cam, I tell ya. Went out with this girl last night, right? We go to dinner, she acts all nice and all. We get in the car and she starts sucking me off right in the car while I'm driving and I like didn't even have to ask..." Ian was a good guy but something told me that he made up all these stories. He would go on and on about every little detail. He was on the football team and I know that he had had some girlfriends in the past but he gave me one of these stories like 3 times a week, it was ridiculous. "Man, I tell ya, this girl could suck a golf ball through a garden hose. Hehehe, it was nuts." I knew it was a joke but I started thinking that a girl like that could cripple a man.

"Sounds pretty amazing Ian." He zipped up his fly and turned to face me.

"What about the other stall Cam, that one is open." Leave Ian. Just LEAVE NOW.

"Uh, it's broken again. It doesn't flush," I lied.

"Alright buddy, I guess I'll see you in gym then." He turned and started to walk away. We had gym together in 4th period but I had different plans until then. Hey, he didn't wash his hands either! What is wrong with these degenerates?

"Yeah, in gym, see you."

I opened the stall door as soon as he had left and Janelle stood there with her arms crossed, looking a little pouty. "Sorry Janelle, didn't mean to have to shove you in there but this is the guy's bathroom." She flashed me a smirk and walked past me out the bathroom. I stared at her ass as she left and wonderful images of the sex we were about to indulge in flashed through my mind. I followed her out. "So where are we going?" Janelle peeked out of the bathroom door down the hall both ways. Then she grabbed me by my shirt and dragged me across the hall to the girl's bathroom. Once we were inside, she pulled the door closed behind me and locked it.

"The lock works great in the girl's bathroom," she said as she planted a soft kiss on my lips. "We have the whole bathroom to ourselves. She took a few steps backward and spread her arms out. It was a big room with just 4 stalls and another one of those sink/mirror deals. She then flashed me a big smile and turned around pulling her shirt up and over her head. She looked at me over her shoulder. "Oh I'm sorry Cam, would you like to undress me?" She slowly turned around, rubbing up and down her chest and stomach. I know I've said it before, but her tits were fantastic. They looked especially nice trying to break free of the sheer fabric of her bra.

I approached her and placed a tentative hand on her breast. I began to press down and squeeze the soft flesh but she grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away. She gave me a very seductive glance and replied.

"Just watch Cam. Save your strength, you'll need everything you've got to keep up with me." She laughed a little and began gyrating her body in a soft dance as if she were listening to music. She closed her eyes and began rubbing her hands over her bare stomach and beautiful belly button while dancing. This was going to be great. I crossed my arms and backed up against a wall. She flicked open the clasp on her jean shorts and slowly pulled down the zipper, revealing white panties. She again raised her hands and ran them over her stomach but my eyes were glued to those white panties. As she pulled the shorts down her wonderful long legs, it became apparent that it was, indeed, a white thong that she was wearing. She stepped out of the shorts and started dancing around wearing just her under-things. She placed both hands in front of her crotch and started pushing her hips against them, still moving to the same sensual dance. She moaned softly with her eyes still closed. She looked even more in ecstasy then I was.

She slowly slid her hands up her body, till they each grasped a breast. She squeezed them lightly a few times before undoing the clasp and letting the bra fall to the floor. She looked phenomenal naked. I mean, she wasn't totally nude yet but she carried her upper body with a sort of grace that a lot of younger girls lack. Maybe it was her self-esteem but whatever it was, it made her even hotter.

I began to notice things I didn't before, watching her near-naked body gyrating in front of me. I noticed how sexy she looked with her flat stomach showing, especially with that belly button ring. I never knew how much I was missing leaving her shirt around her waist for the blowjob. Ever time she thrust her hips against her hands, her waist would move in and then back in a very sensual smooth ripple. She opened her eyes and turned around, facing away from me. She bent over, ever so slowly, pushing her luscious ass out to me until her head was almost touching the ground. Damn, that's flexibility. Her legs were almost straight and her arms were against the ground in front of her. She looked at me from between her legs, her tits almost pushing past her chin, and smiled yet again. Her hands slowly left the ground and reached up, tracing their fingernails on her silky smooth legs. They traced higher slowly and eventually wrapped her fingers around the sides of her panties and began to pull them down. I watched the whole thing with my mouth open, staring wide. Her panties almost peeled off of her lips, sticky with wetness. I could just see the shadow of her privates from this angle though. She pulled them down to just pass her ass and then straightened herself up, letting her panties drop to the floor.

As she stood back up, I noticed that my dick was once again cocked, locked, and ready to rock. Good thing too cause it didn't look like she would wait that long. She stood up completely but still had her ass jutted out towards me. It was toned but still had shape to it. She placed a hand on that lovely ass and began rubbing it. She exhaled loudly. "Do you like my ass Cam? Do you want to shove that big, fat cock in my ass?" This girl knew the exact words to turn me on. She slapped her ass hard and my cock shuddered at the sight. She gasped and then finally turned around exposing her entire beauty to me. It almost made me cum in my pants that this girl was asking me to fuck her. She was a 10, easily. I couldn't get over her beauty. Her bush was completely shaven except for a light strip of hair extending vertically from her pussy lips and hey, she was a natural blonde. She extended her finger in front of her and beckoned me to come, smiling all the more.

I pulled my shirt up and off in one movement and my boxers fell with my jeans right after that. My shoes had no laces either so I just pushed them off with my heels. I stepped out of the clothing around my ankles and my cock stood hard and proud in front of me. It was my little welcoming committee, waving like a tiny American flag. I once again became conscious of a certain power in my penis that I could not explain but felt. I looked down at the mammoth and there was something strange about it. It almost but didn't appear to glow with a translucent energy. It was time to put this energy to use.

I was much more sure of myself around Janelle now after my kick-ass blowjob but still walked up to her with a bit of self-consciousness. I had never been naked with a girl before. I walked up to her and wrapped my right arm around her waist. She flinched a little at my touch and leaned in to me, wrapping her arms around me. She pressed her head against my chest but then pulled away and looked up at me. I became lost in her eyes for several seconds and pulled her closer. I think we both felt that it was time.

I physically picked her up and carried her over to the sink where I sat her down. Her back fell against the mirror behind her and she shivered from the touch of cold ceramic against her ass and back. She sunk back and relaxed a little. There was a sudden urgency to my movements and she felt it. "Ooooh, no foreplay huh Cam?" She giggled at me and traced a finger up and down my chest, scraping me with her fingernail. I moved up to her and pulled her legs up over my shoulders. I looked down and my cock was extended fully on top of her belly. She smiled and began tugging at it. "Oh please Cameron fuck me now" she said laughing. This was the most carefree girl I had ever met. She squeezed my penis and began jacking me off. "Stick that big hard penis inside me now or I'll scream." Who was I to say no? I shifted a little bit to get the right angle and lined up my dick with the entrance to her cunt. It was very trimmed and well kept. Heh, it might have seen a lot of action. She was already sopping wet and her lips were protruding slightly. Janelle was breathing heavily. I looked at her, her hair pulled back with the claw again. Her breasts heaving up and down with each breath. She was flushed and her cheeks were red. She began massaging and pushing her tits together. "Do it Cam, stick that cock in my juicy little snatch." What a dirty little whore this girl was.

I reached under her and squeezed her ass while pressing her harder against the wall. I pushed my penis against her opening but it slipped up and down her lips. I pushed harder but it kept sliding around her lips. "Oh baby," Janelle moaned, "Give it to me." I grabbed the base of my cock with one hand and held it in front of her cunt and pushed hard. At first, I hit resistance but then I slipped inside of her about two inches. Janelle moaned loud and starting squirming underneath me but I held her still. She was very tight. I had no basis for comparison but my dick just barely fit in there. The feeling was incredible. Almost like a feminine hand wrapped in soft velvet. I pushed harder and slipped a little further inside of her. "Oh my god, its so big." she said. She closed her eyes and began breathing out of her mouth. I could feel her ass muscles tense up with the rest of her body. I hoped I wasn't hurting her. "C'mon Cam, come further into me." I pushed harder and slid in very, very slowly inch-by-inch until I hit strong resistance with about 2 inches to go. With her eyes still closed she held up her hand and motioned for me to stop. I watched as a small bead of sweat trickled down her forehead and down past her cheek. She seemed to be concentrating very intently. I could feel her tensed muscles in her arms and back. I could feel the subtle trembling of her pussy and the feel of her vagina actually stretching to accommodate my girth. I could feel her shuddering slightly and swallowing hard. It was an intense feeling and I liked it. My dick felt at home in Janelle. I loved the feeling of being inside her. I couldn't remember a more perfect moment in all my life.

Suddenly I felt a deep tremble inside her pussy and Janelle's entire body tensed. Her arms flew to the sink beneath her and pushed up with all her strength. She gritted her teeth and let out a long scream of ecstasy. Her pussy began spasming all around my cock, clamping down over and over again, the contractions coming in waves. I picked Janelle up from the sink and pulled her body to mine with her legs still up over my shoulders. She reached her arm back and grabbed a handful of my hair as her whole body shook with orgasm and she started to moan uncontrollably. Her pussy felt unbelievable, like a ripple of flesh was sucking on my cock. It was hard to take without cumming but I let her enjoy the full of her orgasm as it slowly died down and she began to stop shuddering.

I lowered her back down on the sink and she collapsed against the mirror, sweating profusely. She finally opened her eyes and looked up at me. Then she looked down at her clit which was still stuffed with my dick and dripping from her wetness. I felt incredible to have brought on such an intense orgasm. Perhaps my dick was special after all. "Cameron," she said panting, "I have never felt anything that incredible in my entire life." She took a deep breath and swallowed. She straightened up her composure and pressed herself against me now.

"I've never had an orgasm like that before. I feel you deserve one that you'll remember." She smiled wide at me and started wiggling her ass. She started pushing her hips against me and my dick actually slipped a little further into her. It seemed she was finally comfortable with my size. "Fuck me Cam, stick that dick far up inside of me. Fuck me Cam!" I pulled out a few inches and pushed back hard, pushing her against the mirror. "Oh baby yes Cam, Fuck me hard." Fuck me with that big fat cock!" I pulled out almost completely and slammed her back into the mirror with a hard thrust. "Aww God Cam." I pulled out again and again always pushing her back harder and harder. My motions started speeding up and I grabbed her around her back and pulled her to me as I thrusted. She was screaming for me to fuck her as she smacked up against the mirror harder and harder. "Oh fuck yeah Cam. Harder Cam, fuck me harder!" I continued thrusting into her and lost control. My penis felt so good. My motions became automatic and animalistic. I pushed against her as hard and fast as I could, grunting slightly. My cock felt so good and felt better with each thrust. I fucked her hard and fast, just as she told me to do and I came in a fucking whirlwind just as she entered another orgasm. I thrust my cock as deep into her as I could and started shooting cum deep into her bowels as her pussy contracted against mine. Her pussy became flooded with our juices as we came together. My entire body shook and my knees almost failed me as I collapsed against her and the mirror. Our bodies started to slow down and she pressed against my cock once more. "Oh my God Cam, that was amazing."

Amazing didn't even begin to describe it. My mind was flooded with a thousand emotions and thoughts as I bent over Janelle, sweating and panting. I struggled to come to grips with what I had become. A slight comical event, thought to be a mere trick of the mind, had changed my life in under a day. I had been given a power for an unknown reason and perhaps for an unknown purpose. I looked at Janelle and she stared back at me with her soft blue eyes. I had become almost like a superhero of sorts. I had almost total control over all the beautiful females of the earth. I knew then that I was bound for great things. Strange events and circumstances were likely to occur in the next days and weeks but I was prepared for them. I was ready to face what life had in store for me. These stories are my tales. These are the adventures of Mr. Irresistible.

Chapter 3 - "There Are Rules to This Game"

"Jesus Cam, where have you been all my life?" Janelle started giggling that giggle that she giggled so well and smacked my ass. "Woohoo, that was awesome!" I felt my penis start to retract after its job well done, while still inside of her. I straightened my body up, pulled out of Janelle, and helped her up off the sink. After our vigorous sexcapade her body was contorted so that she was stuffed almost entirely into the sink. My fault I guess. She hopped to her feet, as lively as ever, and I collapsed against a wall, tired as all hell.

"How can you still be energetic after that?" I said. "You're like a freaking energizer bunny." Janelle just smiled at me. I still couldn't get over the fact that we just had sex in a public bathroom. Now we were just two naked people chilling out in a public bathroom. Didn't we have to get back to school or something?

Just then, I heard the all too familiar sound of one of those little circular locks in bathroom stall doors turning. Janelle shot me a look of absolute horror and I straightened up immediately. Fuck me; we had forgot to check the damn bathroom for people. Then a stall door opened. The way the bathroom was positioned, we couldn't see who it was yet but it didn't matter. We both dove on the floor scrambling for some clothes. In our panic state, I think we actually believed that if we could just get our clothes back on in the 2 or 3 seconds before the unknown person appeared, we could play it off like nothing happened. The fact that Janelle was screaming "Fuck me! Fuck me!" really loud about a minute ago didn't really click. And even if we had been absolutely quiet, I was still a guy in the girl's bathroom and she had cum dribbling down her leg. But none of that mattered you see, panic states are funny like that. It's not like we had time anyways. Just as I was on the ground, grabbing for my boxers, I looked up to see who else but Sasha Yimin round the corner, clapping her hands and still wearing that hot cheerleader outfit.

"Hot show guys. Janelle? I would have never thought you to be the type to bang boys in the bathroom." I looked over at Janelle and saw that she was just zipping up the fly to her jean shorts and was fully dressed already. What the fuck! How the hell did she do that! Sasha smiled at Janelle but then turned to look at me. I was kneeling on the ground still groping for my shorts and her gaze dropped to my crotch. "But I must give you props for your excellent taste. Hey Randy." I quickly grabbed my boxers and stood up still holding them. I bent over to step into them.

"My name is Cameron, Sasha."

"Whatever, hey why are you getting dressed? I stopped mid-step into my boxers. There were plenty of good answers. I have to get back to class or I have to go take a shit now. I was cold too all but those explanations were old Cameron material. This girl was hot and obviously wanted my balls. I had to think of something suave and classy to say.

"Um...I don't know." I am such a retard.

Sasha took a few steps toward me, jutting out her magnificent chest as always. Mesmerized by her wonderful flesh-globes I dropped my boxers and stared at her gorgeous frame. I was naked in a bathroom with two beautiful teenagers that wanted to fuck me. There really was no reason to get dressed. I stood up straight, proud to be naked, kind of, and tried not to look nervous, which I naturally was. I mean, on a normal day, I would feel petrified standing naked in the girls' bathroom with two beautiful women but I was getting more comfortable with my new body and irresistible nature. Why be shy when these girls obviously aren't trying to be?

Sasha stopped mid-stride and turned to Janelle. A smile crept over her face as she again looked back at me and then at my dick. I glanced down and sure enough, my cock was smiling right back at Sasha. Ahh, the benefits of youth. He was ready to go again, and so was I. The feeling of sex was still fresh in my mind and I wanted more. Sasha walked over to Janelle and placed a hand on her shoulder as she whispered something in her ear. Now Janelle smiled as well and I knew something was up. I crossed my arms across my chest. "Are you guys friends or something?" I asked.

"Friends?" Sasha said, smiling at me and then at Janelle, "I guess you could call us that." She then dropped her hand to Janelle's breast and gave a little squeeze. I gasped but they both giggled. Friends indeed! "I guess a more proper term for us would be friends with benefits." She leaned into Janelle and brought her lips to hers while massaging her breast. They pressed their lips together in a passionate kiss, Sasha cocking her head to one side for a better angle. Their lips parted for a split second and I could see their tongues slipping and sliding over one another. Sasha reached around Janelle and pulled her close, mashing their breasts together. Dear God! I had seen this in movies before but never really believed that super-hot lesbians existed!

Janelle also wrapped her hands around Sasha and they rubbed each other for the longest 10 seconds of my life. They soon parted lips and glanced over at me seductively. I stood there like a moron, mouth agape, with my dick pointing north. Janelle was again as flushed as she was a minute ago and was breathing heavily. Sasha appeared unfazed. She pinched Janelle's nipple through her shirt and Janelle let out a sexual whine. "Care to join us Cam," Sasha said. Just as she did, Janelle slipped a hand behind Sasha and under the bottom of her skirt and ran her hand up her leg to her ass, raising the skirt and showing off Sasha's beautiful thigh. "C'mon Cam," Sasha continued as she darted her tongue out and licked Janelle's ear, "You know you want to."

My mind was being overloaded. There was far too much sensory input here to process. Even minutes after fucking, a scene like this just blew my mind. Like any other right-minded heterosexual male, I loved lesbians. But these were lesbians that wanted to include me too, which was fantastic. Lesbians were great, but bisexuals were better. As much as I wanted to join in, I couldn't move. My eyes were transfixed on the site before me. Two hot females communicating with their tongues while squeezing each other's asses and rubbing up and down each other. They gyrated against each other in a silent sensual rhythm that only they could hear. I mustered up my strength and took a few steps forward, my cock swinging from side to side as I walked. "You're God-damn right I want to."

I tentatively approached the two entangled teenagers but didn't really know what to do. They seemed pretty busy to me. However, as I stepped up to them, Sasha pulled away and reached around my bare back and pulled me into them, hard. She was surprisingly strong for a girl. I stumbled forward into them and flinched as my forward pointing penis slid right in between their pressing tummies. They both started giggling and Janelle snaked her arm around me as well. Sasha wrapped her other arm tightly around Janelle and pulled her close, smashing my dick between two bare stomachs. They locked in another kiss and began to gyrate their bodies together once again. I have to admit, it's not a situation that I ever imagined myself getting into, but it felt absolutely amazing. I really don't know how to describe it. Perhaps it would feel the same as if one placed his/her penis between two breasts and rolled them around a bit. I definitely need to try that later. Anyways, I wrapped an arm around each girl, creating a nice love triangle or something, and enjoyed the indescribable sensations that were coming to me.

Janelle pulled away from Sasha and brought her face to mine while still pushing her flat tummy into my rock hard cock. She kissed my lips softly and pulled away from Sasha, wrapping both arms around me. She began to dart her tongue in and out of my mouth and once again began the soft slow dance against my dick, which was now pressing against only her bare stomach. As we kissed, I opened one eye and caught a glimpse of Sasha's back coming into view as she slowly unzipped her uniform top from the back and let it fall to the ground. I wrapped my arms around Janelle and tilted my head so that I could make out with Janelle and still watch Sasha undress. Damn, this rules. I groaned into Janelle's mouth. The lubrication from my dick was smearing all over her belly, causing my cock to slip around her stomach.

Sasha then turned around, not seeing me looking at her, and unclasped the black lace bra she wore as well, dropping that to the floor. Her tits were smaller than Janelle's but just as nice, and firmer looking. They were about baseball-sized, as I said before, and almost held the shape of a baseball on her body. As she had a slight amount of oriental blood in her, and her aureoles were slightly darker, framing her tan body very nicely. She leaned back trying to unzip her skirt from the back and jutted her chest out. I unconsciously began lightly thrusting against Janelle's stomach while still embraced in our kiss. Sasha caught the catch on her skirt and it fell away, revealing her long, sexy, tanned legs and matching black lace panties. I grunted as I started thrusting a little harder, my dick sliding every which way around Janelle's stomach. Janelle squealed into my mouth and I stuck my tongue deep into her mouth stifling her noise with it.

Suddenly my dick slipped into her belly button and made contact of the unpleasant kind with her belly button ring. For how cute that ring was, it sure was sharp. I flinched hard and pulled away from the sheer shock (and pain) of it. Janelle stumbled forward as I pulled away and looked up at me with a comical expression. "Aww, I'm sorry baby," she said, pouting her lips out. Sasha walked up wearing only her panties and lightly laid her hands on my chest.

"Well Cam, " she said while reaching up and lightly laying a soft kiss on my lips, "Shall I kiss it and make it all better?" Sasha pushed me against the bathroom wall with surprising, but kind of kinky, force and ran her hands down my chest to my thighs as she sunk to her knees in front of me. She glanced up at me and without breaking eye contact wrapped both hands around my dick. I shuddered at the feeling and she began pumping my cock very, very slowly while still staring up at me. She smiled very wide and ran her tongue slowly over her upper lip, just as Janelle had done before. It must be the universal sign for "I'm about to blow you now" or something. I placed my hands over her shoulders and she broke eye contact for the first time as she slowly sunk her mouth over my shuddering twelve inches.

Once again, I was racked by pleasures unfathomable to the unblown male. She removed one hand and placed it on my thigh for balance and kept the tiny fingers of her other hand wrapped around the base of my dick. She started pumping it furiously while sliding her mouth over the top again and again. Inside her mouth, her tongue was swirling all around the tip of my penis as her lips slid down the shaft and then retreated back up. Her pumping seemed to be in perfect time with her sucking and the sensations were mind-boggling. If I wasn't leaned against a wall, my knees would have given way by now. I started instinctively bucking against her lightly. She was driving me crazy. Janelle gave great head, but she couldn't hold a finger to Sasha. This girl had obviously sucked a lot of cock.

She continued her steady rhythm and began to take more and more of my cock each time she went down. I moaned and started to feel like I could take no more. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back. I couldn't imagine a better feeling than this, Sasha slurping up and down my penis. Suddenly, I felt her disengage from her sucking and her hand left it as well. What the fuck! I stopped thrusting and opened my eyes to look down and see what the problem was and not one, but two girls stared back up at me. Janelle had stripped down to her panties as well and had joined in the fun. Through her smile she stuck out her tongue and ran it up my entire shaft like a lollipop. Sasha just giggled and I just moaned.

They were positioned side by side on their knees, their tits pressing against my legs slightly as they slid their tongues around and over my length. Janelle looked up at me and began to plant kisses on the side of my cock while Sasha once again slid her mouth over the tip and started sucking. I didn't have much left; as I could feel my balls start to tighten. Sasha pulled off once again and gazed longingly over at Janelle, who was tracing little circles on my shaft with her tongue. I began thinking of the two of them dildo fucking each other but snapped back to reality as Sasha began kissing the other side and sliding her tongue over the top. She reached around behind Janelle's head and pulled it forward into hers and they met in a passionate kiss over my cock. Janelle looked up at my probably comical expression and smiled while still kissing Sasha. She really did have a beautiful smile.

Their tongues danced over and around my dick and their mouths created a sensual sight, sound, and feeling that didn't disappoint. My senses were on fire and I became acutely aware of every impulse and sensation that I was experiencing. The dim lights of the bathroom, the soft trickle of the leaky faucet, the slight tingle as a drip of saliva fell from my scrotum, everything became enhanced for an instant as I began to shake with orgasm. I could feel the cum begin to fire up the long passageway of my cock. Sasha picked up on it like the pro she was and sunk her mouth down over my dick. I began to shoot my load and Sasha began pumping my dick, recoiling from the first shot and sucking as hard as I have ever felt. Despite the monstrous power of my uber-dick, Sasha continued milking it until I was dry. She pulled off of me and licked her lips oh so slowly, not a drop spilled.

My knees went weak and I slid down the wall to the floor, the feelings subsiding, and the two girls cuddled up against me, one under each arm. My penis finally seemed satisfied and started to shrink. He had been through a lot in the past...two hours? It suddenly dawned on me that I had no idea what time it was or what class period we were in. Then, as I looked down at Janelle, twirling her fingers against the little chest hair I had, it suddenly dawned on me that I didn't give a shit. I wanted to be here, with them. I became very tired and started to drift off to sleep when the class bell rang out loud and clear, waking me from my daze. "Aww shit, what period is it?" I muttered.

"Damned if I know," Janelle said as she slowly stumbled into a kneeling position.

"Well, It was the middle of third period when I came in here to relieve myself and caught you two fucking," Sasha chimed in. She gave me a sly smile and gave my flaccid piece a little tug. She shifted to her knees and then started to stand up. "So I guess that would be the bell for fourth. I don't think we blew Cam for over 40 minutes."

"Yeah, there is no way I'd last that long against your assault," I said. I placed my hands on the wall behind me and started to shimmy my way up to a standing position. "Fourth period huh? Damn it I don't want to go to gym." I started thinking of all the inane calisthenics coach Bob would be forcing us to do. Just as I was starting to despair, I realized that it was Friday. In our school Friday was the one day that gym was great for two reasons. The first reason was that the coaches brought up all of the footballs, basketballs, Frisbees, and such and everyone just did whatever they wanted, as long as it was physical activity. The second reason that Fridays ruled is that it was coed day. We shared the gym with the third period women's gym class and they were pretty damn fine-lookin'. Also, given my newfound abilities, who knows what awaited me.

"Well in any case, I have to go," Sasha said, "I have a big Biology midterm 3rd period. I can't miss that." She walked across the room and bent over to pick up her skirt. Her ass stuck out at me and I saw her tits hang free as she bent. Even after expending three loads of baby batter I still couldn't get women off of my mind.

"Yeah, I have to get going too," Janelle quipped. I turned my gaze toward her and she zipped up her shorts, already fully dressed again. What the fuck!

"How do you do that!" I half yelled. Janelle just looked at me with a puzzled expression.

"Do what?" She really had no idea what I meant. She was the fastest dresser I had ever seen. I gave her a motion to forget about it and started gathering my clothes. I pulled on my jeans and Janelle slipped me a little piece of paper from her bag that had her phone number on it. "In case you want to get together tonight and do a little studying," She said. She gave me a wink and turned around to leave. Sasha was now ready to go too and she wrapped an arm around Janelle as they walked out of the bathroom. I grabbed my fleece and slipped it over my head and walked to the sink.

"God damn," I muttered, "What a morning." I turned on the faucet and splashed some water into my face.

"What a morning indeed!" a voice said. I turned off the faucet and let the water drip from my face. I knew that voice. I had heard it first last night when all this craziness first started happening. I lifted my head to face the mirror and sure enough, the reflection of the strange and awesome Pimp-Fairy met my gaze. That crazy black man now wore a zebra-striped suit and diamond-trimmed sunglasses. He clutched a walking stick in one hand with a golden pommel and the other hand was in his suit pocket. As before, he wore a wide-brimmed purple hat with a single peacock feather adorning the side. He grinned maliciously revealing a wide mouth of golden teeth and began to speak. "Greetings and Salutations oh Gifted One." You know, he looked a little like Bernie Mac. "I trust you're enjoying your power."

After all that had gone on today, this didn't surprise me in the least. "Yeah I guess I am, but I have a few questions for you." The Pimp-Fairy pulled his hand out of his pocket holding a foot-long cigar. He brought it to his lips and put flame to it with a lighter. He took a few puffs and lowered it away from his face.

"I'm all ears," he said, "how can I help?"

The thing is, I should have some questions by now, but I really couldn't think of any. I had been too busy getting off earlier to think any of this through. I did have one question though. "Are these changes permanent? How long do these powers last, or whatever?"

The black man laughed. "Spoken like a true teenager," he said, "Why don't I just explain how this whole thing works." He took a deep drag from his cigar and blew a ring of smoke into the air. "Cameron, last night you became a part of something that began in the deserts of Egypt 1000 years ago. It all started one night with a man named Habeeb." Habeeb is the coolest fucking Arab name I have ever heard. "Habeeb was a man of middle class standing and had longed for his entire life a woman named Gathmena. She was a woman of such supreme beauty that even great kings of men would blush and shy away from the mere sight of her. Her beauty was unequaled in all the lands of the world. Habeeb wanted her more than all the riches of the world but she wouldn't have him because of his lack of wealth" The Pimp-Fairy placed the cigar back in his mouth and the glowing orange embers at the end lit up vibrantly. "My master, the all-mighty Player saw this and despaired."

"Whoa, who, whoa," I said, "The all-mighty Player? Who the hell is that? Is that like God?"

"No, no Cameron," He began, "God is a completely different being. In fact, I lost $300 to that cheating son-of-a-bitch in pool last Friday. The all-mighty Player is my boss. He is the master of man/woman relations and the inventor of the game." I was getting more and more confused by the minute.

"The game?" I asked.

"The game women and men play every day," he answered. The series of gestures, motions, speech patterns, and decisions people make every day to attract the opposite sex. The game you have played and failed every day until now." I was going to interject but realized he was right. "Anyways, the all-mighty Player saw the sadness of Habeeb and grieved because Habeeb was an excellent man and loved women with all his heart. That is why Habeeb was the first to receive the ‘Power of the Pimp.'" He began to puff on his cigar again.

So what happened?" I asked. I was starting to get interested. "Did he marry that pretty chick?"

"Actually no," he continued, "After banging her a bunch of times, he realized what a bitch she was and ended up hooking up with this other girl. It was really sweet. Anyways, my master was very entertained with Habeeb's actions and choices so he continued to give out the gift every hundred years or so to someone who showed promise. Whether you realize it or not Cameron, you have a love for women that is unusually powerful. That is why you were chosen."

"Wow," I said, "That was a mouthful."

"Yeah," he said laughing, "And a mouthful is what you gave that pretty little cheerleader a few minutes ago." He let out a jovial Santa Clause-like chuckle and I laughed as well. I would have given him a high-five if he was real.

"Um, OK," I continued, "So how long do I get to keep this ‘Power of the Pimp?'"

"The body, the powers, and the dick are yours until you find the pussy that fits." I broke down. This was too funny.

"What?" I said, "You mean like Cinderella and her slipper. I have to find the one pussy in all the land that this dick fits?"

"Right on Brother," The Pimp-Fairy said, "You will find true love in whoever possesses the pussy that fits. But there are some limitations. My master started to get bored with the whole deal a few years ago so he added a few obstacles. The first is that your powers have no effect on virgins. As their bodies are still pure, they will have no urge to fuck you. Oh yeah, and your immediate family members are immune too for obvious reasons."

"Oh, is that it?" I said. "No virgins? I can live with that."

"There is one more thing," he whispered. "The all-mighty Player enjoys a great game and as you win by finding the pussy that fits and your one true love, you lose if you fall for the seductress."

"What?" I asked, "I'm confused."

"The seductress has been set loose to find you Cameron. As you have considerable power over women, so the seductress will have considerable power over you. She will embody everything that you find attractive in a woman and will practically be irresistible to you. If you have sex with the seductress, you will lose your powers and you will never find true love."

"That's bad," I said, "Who is she?"

"That's the thing Cameron," he continued, "She could practically be anybody, you will have the option to bang any non-virgin you please but you have to use some discretion because the seductress is out there looking for you." The Pimp-Fairy lowered his cigar one more time and flicked off an impressively large ash from the tip. "Cameron, do not underestimate your power. Even girls with a strong will-power will crumble at your gesture. All you have to do is ask and it shall be done, command, and it will be so. This power puts you above the game, Cameron. You are now a God among men."

"Whoa," I said. "That's pretty fucking cool." The Pimp-fairy smiled.

"So this is where I leave you Cameron. Be sure to use your power as often as you wish because my master enjoys a good show but always beware of the woman that appears to be too good to be true. Peace be with you, oh gifted one."

And with that last remark, the mysterious black man disappeared from the mirror in a puff of smoke, leaving me once again alone in the girl's bathroom. What the hell! My entire life has turned upside down this morning. Suddenly the late bell rang and my mind shot back to the thought of coed gym. A sly smile crept over my face as I realized my gift and the tremendous power that I now wielded. I turned around to face the door and stared at my hands in amazement. "A God among men..." I mumbled.

As I turned to exit the bathroom, a young girl walked through the door. She was at first startled at my presence in the girl's bathroom but her expression shifted to something else, as she looked me up and down. I walked right up to her and placed my hands on her shoulders. I kissed her deeply and with passion, letting my tongue do the talking. I pulled away after a few seconds and the girl stumbled backwards, surprised but not unhappy. She tried to say something but ended up just blushing at me and smiling. I simply chuckled to myself before turning away from her and walking out of the bathroom. I slung my backpack onto my shoulder and quickened my stride as I strolled through the hallways, glowing with anticipation. This was going to be a day to remember.

Chapter 4 - "I Am Woman, Hear Me Roar!"

I slowly applied pressure to the large wooden door. It swung open, its hinges creaking, and I smelled the strong odor of mold and mildew winding up the long, dark, staircase in front of me. I cautiously took a few steps down, ducking under the low overhang and heard noises in the deep. It was a mixture of voices and metal clanging on metal with the slight patter of bare feet on stone. I swallowed hard and descended into the depths of the dungeon, finally setting foot at the base. The sight before me made me cringe. Naked shadows of creatures danced around the room creating an eerie environment not unlike that of the dank caves in childhood tales of dragons and yore. One of the creatures walked up to me, naked except for a white piece of fabric wrapped intricately around his waist. He spoke in a low tone. "You're late Cam, get your ass dressed for gym." It might have been the smell or the heavy feeling of the air, but ever since I was a kid, I have always HATED the boy's locker room.

I walked over to Ian who was already shirtless and reaching into his bag for his change of shorts. I playfully shoved him out of the way and began to unlock my locker. He laughed and walked back up to me. "What's up bitch," he said jokingly, "How went your shit?" I had to think for a second but then I remembered that lie I had told him earlier in the bathroom.

"Oh yeah, about that. We need to talk Ian," I said. I needed to tell someone about this and Ian was the closest thing I had to a best friend around here.

"What? No, I don't want to talk about your shit."

"Hehehe, no, not about that," I said, "Uh, you see, last night something happened that I really can't explain and I really got to tell someone. It's killing me man." Ian looked straight into my eyes with a look of compassion.

"You're pregnant aren't you?

"You are such an asshole," I joked, "but seriously, you won't believe what I've gone through this morning."

"So you're not pregnant?" he continued, "You know I was starting to wonder with that ever-extending belly of yours." Ian smiled wide. "You've been smoking too much. Those munchies are gonna catch up to you fatty." This had been an ongoing joke of ours. My old body weighed 180 lbs. I was, if anything, under my ideal bodyweight but Ian used to always call me fat and shit. It never really bothered me though. In fact, I thought it was pretty funny. He continued. "Oh yeah," he said as he extended his arms and brought them in again for a flex, "...you only wish you could have a body like mine." He flexed his biceps and reached his head over and kissed one. Why do football players and flaming arrogance seem to go hand-in-hand?

Without necessarily realizing that my upper body was much more sculpted than yesterday, I took off my shirt nonchalantly and started fishing for my gym clothes. It came back to me rather quickly when I saw Ian staring at me, surprised as hell.

"Dude! Cam....What...Dude, what'd you do?" was all he could stammer out.

"Yeah," I said, "you get me now? We NEED to talk." I quickly pulled over my gym shirt to avoid the notice of any of my other friends. We also both pulled on our shorts and joined the rest of the class as we started to walk up to the gym. Ian opened his eyes wide and stared at me again. He began to speak in a softer voice.

"Dude, what the hell happened? You're cut!"

"I know," I said, "and trust me, that isn't even that half of it."

I laid it all out for Ian. I told him the entire story, starting with the Pimp-Fairy incident last night. As we warmed up for activities I began to lay down the details of Janelle's blowjob this morning, and why I was so weird when he came in to the bathroom. He started to laugh and interrupted me.

"Whoa whoa whoa cowboy, are you telling me that Janelle Kellar was in that stall this morning?"

"I don't know," I said, doing my sit-ups. "Is that her last name?"

"He stopped at the top of a sit-up with his hands still behind his head and turned to me. "Let's get one thing straight here Cam. The only reason I'm even humoring this story is because suddenly you're more muscular than I am. But still, I don't believe you got a blowjob from Janelle, that's fucking impossible."

"Why is that?" I asked. He started waving his hands around in the air. I think he was getting upset.

"Cam! People just don't have sex in the bathroom! Especially good girl types like her" Hehehe, if he only knew. I resumed my sit-ups and smiled.

"Chill dude, it gets better." I resumed the story as the class started walking up the track towards the stadium. It was a relatively warm day out today and that meant outside recreation. I told Ian about banging Janelle and then Sasha popping up and the two of them blowing me. Ian just laughed occasionally and shook his head from time to time. I couldn't blame him. As the words came out of my mouth, I realized how unbelievable they really were. As I finished my story, Ian began clapping his hands.

"Wow man, that's an incredible story, but let me just make sure I got it all. Last night, you were visited by the Pimp-Fairy and you woke up today with a new body. You come to school, no doubt smoking pot on the way..." He stopped in the middle of the sentence and grinned as he looked at me out of the corner of his eye. He knew me too well. "...and then you end up banging Sasha and Janelle in the bathroom." He looked at me critically "I mean, is that right? Is that what you're telling me?" I just smiled at him.

"I technically didn't bang Sasha...yet," I said, "she just blew me."

"Maybe that weed is starting to get to you," he added. I would have been pissed at him had I not gotten so much action this morning. There is nothing I hate more than being criticized for smoking weed by someone who has never smoked. It just fucking pisses me off for some reason. I lifted up my shirt again to remind him.

"Dude, look at me! I'm not making this shit up!"

"OK Cam, I admit that the new body thing is true but this is so fuckin' weird. This shit doesn't happen! Jesus Christ, yesterday you were the guy that couldn't get laid for anything and now you're irresistible to women? I mean, I'm sorry if this is a little difficult to grasp buddy." I guess he did have a point.

We entered through the stadium gates with the rest of our class and the coach waved us on. All of the balls, Frisbees, and other gym items were set out in the end zone for us to do with as we pleased but the girls weren't here yet. Damn females even take longer than men to get ready for gym!

"You'll see Ian. Once the girls get here, I'll prove it to you." Then I thought about how I could benefit from this situation. "...but let's add a little something to the equation. If I'm right, you owe me $50." I also knew that he could never back down from a bet. It even got him into trouble sometimes. Ian smiled and let out a forced laugh.

"Alright Cam, you got yourself a deal. But if you're wrong..." He thought hard, trying to think of an even bet. "...then you have to write my paper on Socrates for me." I smiled and nodded in agreement. What the hell, I couldn't lose anyway.

We walked over to the end zone and I picked up a football. Ian turned around and gave a little move and ran a slant out into the field. He looked over his shoulder and I fired the ball at him, letting loose a perfect spiral that whizzed ten feet over his head. He stopped short and turned around, giving me a quizzical look. I just shrugged, amazed as he was at my new strength. Ian ran over and picked up the ball and as he stood up, he pointed his finger over to the stadium entrance. "Here they come, Cam. Let's see your shit."

I glanced over and beheld a sight of beauty as 30 soft, supple female bodies came through the entrance. Not only were they hot, but they were dressed scantily in their gym clothes. Most of them were wearing just sports bras, but some others had on t-shirts and tank tops. They also wore extremely short cotton shorts made shorter by folding down the elastic waist and they pulled their hair back into pony-tails, which I love. The first two of the group, two super hot blondes, began to run around the track, their titties bouncing delightfully as they did. I couldn't help but stare.

Suddenly a football careened into the side of my head with tremendous force. I stumbled back clutching my face as Ian ran over laughing uncontrollably. I winced from the pain and rubbed my cheek. "You're a fucking faggot, dude," I said as he came closer, "I swear to God, some day I'm gonna beat the living piss out of you." He was still laughing and holding his chest.

"Oh God dude, good times." He straightened up and gathered his composure "OK, so how are you planning to demonstrate this talent of yours?"

I surveyed the eye-candy before me, still a little pissed. "Pick one," I said confidently. Ian smiled and started to chuckle.

"Unreal man, you can't be serious." He raised his eyebrows into an intellectual look and let his eyes wander across the field, seemingly considering each girl. Then he stopped. I looked out but couldn't tell which one he stopped on. I could also tell from his ever-increasing smile that he'd picked a good one. He looked at me again. "Lily," he said, "Lily Clay."

Oh damn it. I didn't want to play anymore. I followed his glance out into the field and sure enough, there standing there was Lily Clay, my kryptonite. True enough, Lily was very good-looking, but she was a bitch and a half, at least to me. She and I had never gotten along and Ian knew it. Lily had red hair and freckles as a child and I was little bastard to her. I used to call her "Raggedy Ann" growing up. The insult is dumb as hell but little kids take offense to almost everything. Then when those steroids my mom shoved down my throat kicked in and I plumped up, she was first in line to laugh. It was justice, but it hurt. We just really didn't talk anymore and the school was big enough that we could just avoid each other.

"Well," he said, crossing his arms. "You said that no girl could resist you. If anyone can, it's Lily, and you know it." He was right, but approaching girls that obviously detest you is not an easy thing to do, even if you do have some special power. I did have to say, however, that she looked fine. Her red hair had darkened into a very sexy auburn after middle-school, and the freckles had nearly disappeared. The few that were still there gave her an adorable innocence that was hard to resist. She was tall, about 5'9", and had a great hourglass figure. Her tits weren't terribly large, but they weren't small either and her sports-bra hugged them close to her frame. She was wearing a wife-beater over that and black spandex that hugged her ass like a glove, displaying in vibrant beauty, each individual gorgeous cheek. I started to swoon. Baby got back...

Ian snapped his fingers in front of my face. "Snap out of it buddy," Ian began. "God, I thought you didn't even like her, that's why I picked her." I looked back at my mark. Maybe I didn't, maybe I did, but it was never too late to make a former enemy into a....friend. I placed my hand on Ian's back.

"You know what's really sad about this whole situation," I began, "You've worked your ass off for six years to get that body. All I did was fall asleep." Ian growled at me. "Watch this," I said, and started walking towards her. Ian stayed behind, and I could only imagine the expression on his face. Butterflies fluttered around in my stomach. I made up my mind that I was going to just kiss her and see what happened. Hell, if her reaction is anything like that of the girl in the bathroom, I was clear. Piece of cake Cam, piece of cake.

Lily was talking to two of her girlfriends at that moment but as I drew closer, they walked away off towards the water fountain. Lily looked over, glancing past me, and pretended not to notice my approach. She gave me eye contact for a brief split second before staring off to her right. I was almost there. "Here we go," I muttered softly.

She was still looking away as I came within 5 feet, but looked at me quickly right before I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into a kiss. I kissed her passionately, trying to tell her the guilt I felt for all the horrible things I said to her. I tried to tell her with my kiss, all the things I couldn't say, but meant to. I tried to tell her that I was sorry, but I guess she perceived something else. She pulled away quickly and flashed me a shocked, angry expression. She wound back and slapped the shit out of my face with one powerful blow. "Real cute Cam, real cute," she said and stormed off to rejoin her friends.

Through my painful daze, I heard some chuckles from nearby students. I gently laid a hand on my face and turned around, trying to figure out what went wrong. How could she resist me? I thought I was irresistible. Then, suddenly, the pimp fairy's words in the bathroom hit me like a ton of bricks. "Fuck," I said, "virgins aren't affected. That's right." I continued muttering curses as I reeled from the blow. Wait a second, Lily's a virgin?

Ian ran up covering his mouth, his eyes wide with amazement. He stared at me for a brief second before breaking down into full-blown laughter. "Oh fuck dude, that was awesome, you got mad balls to just walk up to a girl and kiss her!" I leered at him, still clutching my face. Some of the students were looking over as well, smiling widely. "C'mon Ian," I said, and motioned for him to follow me. I walked away toward the far end of the track, near the scoreboard, away from the rest of the class, and sat down under it. Ian sat next to me, and finally stopped laughing. "Shit man," he started, "Is your face alright? That was the loudest slap I've ever heard in my life."

"Yeah, it was the strongest one I've ever felt in my life too man. My face is killing me." Ian looked at me and looked a little taken back.

"Damn man, your face is red. Sure hope that doesn't leave a mark." I rested my head against the fence behind me and closed my eyes. "Well buddy, hate to bring up the bet but you owe me a paper. Can't say I feel sorry for you. You're the one who made the bet. Irresistible huh?" I opened my eyes and looked over towards him but he was just chuckling, his eyes closed, resting his head against the fence.

"Fuck," I muttered. I really didn't want to do that paper. The fact that Ian still didn't believe me sucked ass too but I started to not give a shit about what he thought anyways. Who cares, I'd still get all the sex I could handle. That paper was going be a bitch, though. Suddenly I was startled out of my thoughts by the soft sound of a female voice.

"Excuse me, are you OK? We saw what happened." I opened my eyes and saw the two hot blondes that had entered the stadium first and were running around the track. They were bent over towards me and I had a perfect view of two sets of awesome jugs that hung in their sports bras, heaving with their breathing. Their faces looked concerned and dripped with perspiration. The one who had spoken first continued. "That looks so painful," she said, with a gentle and compassionate look. She reached out and stroked my face, smiling. She stood back up then and so did her friend.

Holy shit. I remember seeing these two enter the stadium but at first glance, I failed to notice their intense hotness. They both wore sports bras, one blue and one red, adorned with the Nike swoosh. They both also wore the same shorts, SHORT gray cotton shorts that hugged their thighs. Long tanned legs flowed south from those shorts and flat, cut six-packs extended upwards. Some muscle on a girl is great and these girls had just the right amount so as not to be unattractive. From the neck down, these girls were practically twins. The tight sports bras pulled their ample breasts tight against their firm bodies and small droplets of sweat trailed down their hard stomachs. I salivated at the thought of the heat contained within those shorts' tiny exterior. The sports bras showed some ample cleavage, but not in a slutty way, and the girls panted for breath. They had obviously just stopped running to check up on me. Hmmm, checking up on me are you? The first one spoke again and held out her hand. "Hi," she said, "My name is Amber and this is my friend Jules."

I took her hand and shook it gently as I replied. ‘Umm, hi, I'm Cameron and this is Ian." It was then that I looked over and saw Ian. He looked at me strangely and, in turn, shook each girl's hand. Amber then squatted down in front of me and smiled. She was HOT! Her face was unadorned with makeup but was simplistically beautiful none-the-less. Her eyes were brown but also very bright so that the brown color was that much more gorgeous and captivating to behold. Her hair was a creamy blonde and was pulled back into a very long ponytail that came down to several inches below her shoulders. She had an attractive look to her and her smile was absolutely incredible. As she squatted, her gray shorts pulled up very high on her thighs and I had to fight the urge to touch. At least one thing was certain, however. This girl could not possibly be a virgin, way too hot.

"Well Cameron, I know it's none of my business but I, I mean we, couldn't help but see what happened to you over there. You must have done something horrible to that girl to get hit like that." She had this slight scratchiness to her voice that was soooo incredibly sexy. She was coming on with small-talk, just like Janelle. Yep, she wanted my balls.

"Actually no, all I did was kiss her." I said. I saw Amber's eyes immediately soften at these words. I knew it was probably just an act to get in my pants but that is all I was trying to do too so what the hell. I looked up at her friends Jules and she looked at me the same way. Jules had slightly smaller tits and was a little more petite than Amber and had very deep dark blue eyes. Her hair was cut much shorter too and she didn't need to pull it back, it was just tucked behind her ears. Amber started speaking again.

"All you did was kiss her? Some girls just don't know what..." Her words trailed off. Screw this small-talk. At the risk of another face-shattering slap, I decided to make my move. Before she could finish her sentence, I reached out and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her forward. She fell forward onto her knees, straddling my legs and her body collapsed against me. I immediately brought her mouth to mine and stuck my tongue in her mouth. She moaned into me and wrapped an arm around my back, pulling me closer. She pushed her body against mine hard and reached her other hand up my shirt. I broke the kiss and looked over at Ian. His mouth was agape and his eyes were wide in amazement. Amber looked over at him as well while she stuck out her tongue and licked my ear. I just smiled at him in an I-told-you-so fashion. I quickly looked across the field towards the rest of our class. We were far away and relatively hidden but we needed a more private spot. Jules also ducked down to a squat and giggled. Nice, they were both fair game.

I stroked Amber's hair and looked back at her again. "Hey Amber," I began, "What do you say we find somewhere a little more private." Amber's mouth curved into a sly smile as she pushed herself back to her feet.

"I was hoping you'd ask me that," she said, and helped me up. I looked down at Ian who was still kind of bewildered. Jules pushed him by the shoulders, snapping him back to consciousness. She laughed and grabbed his hands.

"C'mon, get up," Jules said as she stood up and pulled Ian to his feet. "Let's go have a little fun." Ian was still shocked but he forced a weak smile. Amber grabbed my hand and started running to the locker rooms built into the stadium. The gym classes used the locker rooms in the main building but these ones were used during football games. They usually kept them open all hours so people could use the bathroom, though. Lucky for us I guess.

The four of us crossed the field, my vision glued to Amber's heaving chest. As we came to a stop near the building, Amber tore open the men's locker room door and in she went. After Amber went in, I held the door for Ian and Jules and he flashed me a look of surprise mixed with happiness as he passed me. "I know," I said, "Isn't it great?" Ian then looked at Jules's sweet ass walking in front of him and turned back to me, smiling.

"You know I don't smoke, but I think I'm gonna need a joint after this," he said. I just patted him on the back knowingly and we walked in after the girls. As soon as we entered the locker room section, Amber was all over me. She pinned me up against the lockers and started kissing my neck. I wrapped my hands around her waist and let her do the work. I was worn out after my previous bangings and didn't need the exertion. My dick sure as hell wasn't as worn out as the rest of my body and he started to rise, like the little juggernaut he was, creating an ever-increasing tent-pole in my shorts. Jules jumped all over Ian as well. I looked over to the side of the room, where they were in the same position as Amber and I. They were lip-locked and Ian's eyes were closed, his hands grasping her tight ass firmly. He then lifted her up and she swung her legs around his back. He supported her with his iron grasp of her ass and they never broke their tongue-lashing. Not bad Ian, not bad.

Amber trailed her tongue up my neck and soon we were making out like two horny teenagers...which...we were. Anyways, my hands began to trail over her near bare back, slipping on her sweat, brushing past the soft hair on her skin. I snaked my hands under the strap of her shorts and grasped her bare ass. I noticed she wasn't wearing any underwear. I broke the kiss for a second and looked at her startled face. "You little slut," I joked, "You're breaking the school dress code." She smiled at me and pushed me forcefully against the locker. She pulled her shorts down in a flash, exposing her lovely wet hole. She, not surprisingly, was not a natural blonde but had a thin black stripe of pubic hair, neatly trimmed, ending in her luscious slit. Her lips were puffy, excited, and she dove upon me again with a lively fervor.

I pulled her into me, becoming more aroused by the second. I licked her neck and planted kisses around her angelic face, relishing the salty sweetness of her sweat like it was ambrosia. I was filled with a passion of a crazed animal with only sex on the mind. I ground my hard cock into her stomach, dry-humping her roughly and she pressed against me harder, pushing my dick vertical between us. I squeezed her tightly against me, shaking her body with the movements of my hips. I lowered both hands to her ass, and began to pull her towards me forcefully with each thrust, our breathing becoming harder. "Jesus guys! Relax!" I stopped thrusting and we both looked over, drunk with lust, to Jules, who was staring at us, smiling widely. Jules was now pressed against the locker and Ian was sucking on one of her uncovered tits. "We have all the time we...uh!" She closed her eyes sharply, gasped, and grasped the back of Ian's head mashing it into her tit. "We have all the time in the world," she forced.

Amber looked at me with a coy smile and sunk to her knees, grabbing my shorts on the way and pulling them to my ankles. My cock sprang forth in front of me and smacked Amber in the cheek. She smiled with pleasure and wrapped her hand around my dick. She pumped it a few times and then sunk her mouth over the tip, swirling her tongue around in her enclosed mouth. My God! When these girls enter high school do they receive a manual on sucking cock or something? All three girls I've had so far gave in-fucking-credible head. I tore off my shirt and relaxed against the lockers, letting Amber go to work. She pumped, she sucked, and she licked with a burning desire to please me and please me she did. My whole body rocked with pleasure.

I glanced over to see what my buddy had going on and was pleasantly surprised to see that he was getting along nicely. They were both completely disrobed and the girl that had, one minute ago, advised Amber and I to take our time was being drilled into the locker at a fairly quick pace. Her back was against the lockers, and her legs were locked around Ian's lower back, an expression of ecstasy etched into her face. Ian had his head lowered towards her neck and, still holding her aloft by her ass, was banging her like there was no tomorrow. "Damn, " I said aloud, staring in wonder at Ian's sexual prowess. Maybe all of his stories were true. Or maybe he just has a lot of pent up fucking to do.

Amber took her mouth off of my dick and looked over at the couple. " Looks like fun," she remarked, and stood up again. She slipped her hands into her bra straps and slid her bra over her head, exposing her lovely flesh-globes, which bounced happily, free from their captivity. They were round and perky, just like I like em.' I took hold of her incredibly tight muscular ass and lifted her up as her legs swung around my back and locked. She was pleasantly surprised with my strength and purred into my ear. She wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned back putting some space between us. I reached down and took hold of my cock and slid it up over her slit, lining up my soldier with her love-socket. I started to push into her and she gasped, tensing all the muscles of her body. "It's so big," she whinced.

Suddenly, amidst my pleasure and desire, the thought occurred to me that I had already fucked in a bathroom today and it wasn't the best place for passionate love-making. A normal person in my position would just be happy to get laid, but I could get laid now whenever I wanted. Her arms slipped around in the sweat of my neck and I then realized how bad I must smell. I had been locked in aerobic activity for almost the entire day. I put two in two together and thought of a great place to continue our fun. I stopped pushing for a moment and looked into Amber's beautiful brown eyes. "What would you say to a shower right now Amber?" Her smile betrayed her answer to me and in one swift movement, I lifted her up high and slung her over my shoulder, her upper half flung over my back. She screamed a little and started laughing. I could feel her body tremble as she quaked with laughter.

I began walking towards the shower and I smacked her ass as I passed Ian, still pounding the shit out of Jules. She gasped at first and then giggled as we passed Jules and Ian. I've never understood the pleasure of smacking girls' asses. It feels good, that's for sure, but I don't know why. I stepped into the shower room still pondering this and lowered Amber to her feet. The room had very dim light but I didn't bother to turn the lights on. There was something sexy in this atmosphere. I pulled on one of the shower knobs directly in back of Amber and water streaked down onto her bare back and ass. She jumped out of the way and pouted a little. "That's cold," she said. I adjusted the knob accordingly, testing the water with my hand until a nice warm temperature was achieved. Amber smiled towards me and slowly stepped into the stream. The water hit her front, cascading down her glistening body as she reached up and undid the ponytail. She shook her head from side to side, freeing her hair and ducked under the showerhead, wetting her golden locks. From under the stream of water she looked at me with the most seductive stare I have ever seen. She leaned forward placing her hands against the wall in front of her and stuck her ass out and up. "Do me from behind, Cameron." I had been waiting to hear that since I was five.

I stepped up behind her, the water hitting my chest. Just as I lined up my cock with her entrance, my hands on her hips, a scream was heard from the next room over. It was Ian and Jules together and it was a scream of animal passion, the scream of dual climax. At least that is what my twisted imagination told me it was. The noise quickly became a memory however, as I kneaded Amber's assflesh between my palms. Being utterly and completely ready to pound some pussy, I pushed into Amber slowly. After about two inches it got harder, her pussy being incredibly tight. This girl must have had less action than I would have imagined. I kept at it though, and pushed it in inch by painful inch. Amber moaned and slapped the wall, being filled up more than she ever thought possible. When I was in a good ways, I pulled out and pushed in sharply, and then again. I worked her a few times, letting water slip in to lubricate, and then started settling into a faster rhythm. As tight as Janelle was, this girl was tighter, and had more powerful muscles down there too. The tightness felt amazing and she contracted her pussy over and over, still adjusting to my girth. I began to thrust at a medium speed, her body rocking in front of me.

Her bare ass accepting my cock was a beautiful sight to behold. I grasped both ass cheeks and massaged them, squeezing and mashing in between my thrusts. I pulled them apart and watched my huge cock disappear into her body again and again. As the water cascaded over her beautiful toned body, I let my hands slide over her wet body, wandering up to her shoulders and then under to her ample breasts. I grasped them gingerly and flicked her nipples with my thumbs. Closing my eyes I became lost in the sensations. Amber moaned and I did as well, to far gone to speak.

This sex was different than the romp in the bathroom with Janelle. That time we were motivated by pure animal lust and I thrusted as fast as I could, striving for release. This was different. We took our time and somehow, I felt more connected to Amber than I did Janelle. This sex was more passionate, more...loving. I thrusted slowly and deliberately and she pushed back slowly, her eyes closed, absorbed in the moment. I felt more than just the wonderful sensations from the physical, there was something else there too. I felt the warm spiritual unity of two people sharing each other in the most expressive way. I felt something beyond just sex, and it felt good.

The water added something completely different and special as well. First the slippery sensation of flesh on flesh was amazing. Sliding my hands around her gorgeous backside, feeling all the curves, felt fantastic. Also, as I thrust into her, in the brief moment where my cock was exposed, water would rush in, cleansing and lubricating. It gave me a feeling of continual freshness that I relished. I placed my hands on her shoulders and started to pump faster. I was getting close.

In those last few moments before climax, I thrusted very quickly. The passion become intertwined with the lust and we locked into a brisk pace. She pushed back against me and whined in pleasure, tossing her hair back, while I held on to her and bucked against her, faster and faster. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room and urged me on. Her pussy was so tight, I could feel exquisitely even the tiniest movement of my cock and it was driving my over the edge to fuck her fast like that. I could feel my dick start to spasm and in the last moment, I grabbed hold of her breasts and practically fell on her back, driving my penis into her as far as it would go, blasting my cum deep into her. We moaned loudly together and I could feel her pussy contracting over and over, her juices flowing. Her whole body rocked and we nearly collapsed. I stopped thrusting but my dick kept firing until I could feel our mixed juices seeping past my cock and down her leg. I lay there a moment, hugging her close with one hand and bracing myself against the wall with the other, letting the water rush our weariness away.

After the orgasm subsided, I pulled out of Amber, spilling a lovely mixture of sex juices out of the gaping hole. She stood back up and turned around, falling against the wall, a strange weary half-smile on her face. It was the kind of look that you'd have if you had just woken up from a long night of dreaming about sex, sleepy and dreamy like. "Cameron," she said, sliding the down the wall and smiling, "I love you." I chuckled.

"Yeah right," I said, "You're just using me for sex."

"What?" she pouted innocently, "I would never..." She blushed.

"Well then, I guess I'm just using you for sex," I said. She started to laugh loudly and so did I. She couldn't hide the fact that the feeling was mutual. But hey, it was fun. As I began to regain my composure, I suddenly wondered what the hell had become of Ian and Jules. Also, I knew that in about five minutes I was gonna want my own piece of that sweet ass. I helped Amber to her feet and turned off the shower. Still dripping with water, we walked back to the locker area. Sure enough, those two kids were at it again.

I peeked through the doorway to see Ian seated on one of two long benches in the center of the lockers, leaning back and supported by his arms. His feet were planted on the ground and between his legs bobbed up and down the head of Jules, sucking on his meat. She was kneeling on the bench and bent over to suck off Ian, pushing that beautiful ass up in the air, her back to me. Suddenly, an idea flashed into my head and my dick lurched with excitement. Damn, the little guy was incorrigible. I turned to face Amber and whispered my intentions to her. She giggled softly and wrapped her hand around my dick, just to get me excited again. She gave me a few tugs and just enough pleasure to get me nice and hard again and we both tiptoed into the room.

Ian moaned and opened his eyes. He flinched slightly upon seeing our appearance but I quickly put my finger up to my mouth, signaling him to be quiet. Jules apparently felt the flinch too as she stopped sucking long enough to tell Ian to relax, scraping her nails down his chest. Ian moaned again as Jules lowered her head once again. He glanced up at me once Jules was engaged again and seeing the magnitude of my new cock, he flashed me a "Holy Shit" glance. I nodded, smiling slightly at his bewilderment. We took showers after gym class and he obviously could notice the extra six inches I was now packing.

I walked up slowly behind Jules, that tantalizing ass moving up and down slightly as her whole body was engaged in sucking off Ian. This girl was committed. I slowly straddled the bench right behind her and lined up my dick with her hole, not yet touching her. Ian finally figured out what the hell was going on and smiled as I became poised to strike. Suddenly though, Jules stopped sucking because she noticed Ian's smile. She lifted up her head, looking at him. "What's wrong," She asked. I quickly grabbed her ass and plunged at least six inches directly into her snatch. Her whole body tensed and her upper body snapped back. "Aww......Holy Shit!" she screamed, raking her fingers across the bench. She was already well lubricated from her first pounding and was stretched out enough for me to go in pretty far. I starting easing the rest in and pulled her ass back into me. "Oh, oh my god Cam. You dick," she laughed, "Goddamn that hurt." Ian smiled up at her and rubbed his hand across her cheek, motioning for her to continue what she started. "She careened her head around as far as she could, smiled at me and then turned back to Ian, lowering down to his cock again. "Never did two guys at one time before," she remarked, starting to stroke Ian's prick again, "Guess there's a first time for everything." She plunged down on Ian's cock and I smacked her hard on the ass, thrusting forward.

Amber watched and smiled as we settled into our rhythm. I shoved my dick inside Jules again and again, my endurance enhanced by my recent ejaculation. I could hear Jules' muffled moaning as she sucked off Ian, tiny streams of saliva dripping off her chin. Ian collapsed onto his back, letting out a deep sigh of relief. "Jesus Christ Jules," he said, "Me and you are gonna hang out more often." Then he raised his head and gave me a thumbs up, knowing inside that the only reason he was getting laid during gym class was me and my influence over the female.

Within mere minutes I was again covered in sweat and I danced to melody of my dick slamming into Jules. This tune was enhanced by the occasional scream, moan, and slurp of bodily juices bubbling about. I didn't care what anyone said, it was music to me. Shortly after I began my assault of Jules' ass, Ian starting bucking against Jules face and, with a final yell of passion, began to plaster the inner walls of Jules' mouth. As Ian started firing, sheer exhaustion began to take its toll on me and I pulled out. I know it's not a manly thing to do but I was kicked. I sat down on the bench and laid onto my back, panting for breath.

It shouldn't have surprised me that, by then, Amber was ancy to fuck again, but as I saw her frame approach me, I felt a new sense of youthful energy and a desire to fuck enter into me. Luckily though, she saw that I was beat and, straddling the bench, climbed on top of me. As she lined up for the plunge I rubbed my hands up and down her delicious thighs, soaking in her beauty. She sat down and I watched my penis disappear into a juicy female snatch for the....fifth time, I think, today. I stared up at her tits, their gentle swaying movements intoxicating. She began to rock from side to side looking into my face with lust in her eyes. My dick, already warmed up from Jules, began to feel really good. I placed my hands behind my head and continued to stare at the lush beauty riding my cock. Her milky thighs tensed with each bounce, her torso twisting side to side. I loved watching her belly twist around but it was second in favor to watching her tits jiggle with each rise and fall of her body. Her eyes were closed again and her hair hung forward, framing her face.

I reached up and pulled her body close to me, wrapping my arms around her. While she moaned and licked my ear, I started thrusting up vigorously just as I started to come again. I shot my load up into her one last time and her body went limp on top of mine. I fell asleep right then and there, my dick still inside of her, absolutely and completely spent, physically and mentally. I had never felt such exhaustion or such relaxation derived from it. I had never felt the pure bodily comfort that envelopes someone after sex. But above all, I had never felt the awesome sensation of a beautiful female body resting on mine, completely content for one moment in time.

Chapter 5 - "Delightfully Tacky, Yet Unrefined"

I woke up to the ever-more familiar sensation of sexual pleasure, specifically of the oral kind. I opened my eyes and saw the locker-room ceiling, the faint slurping sound echoing through what was left of my over-sexed brain. I could feel Amber's tongue working her magic, sliding up and down my again rock-hard shaft. The room felt cool and quiet, devoid of all sound except for the faint sound of saliva on skin. "Jesus Amber, that feels so good."

"Thank you," replied a voice, only it wasn't Amber's...it...was...oh no.

I immediately jerked my head up and looked down at my dick only to see perched over my cock the face of Gary Coleman. He flashed me that painfully frightening quizzical glance and clucked, "What'chu talking about?

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!" I woke up suddenly, instantly flying to a sitting position, spilling the still-sleeping naked body of Amber onto the floor next to me. I was panting and sweating, struggling for breath. The faint pitter-patter of rain could be heard hitting the bleachers above us, singing along with the distant roll of thunder. The weather must have changed. "Son of a bitch!" I said, still recoiling from the horrific visage of Gary Coleman. "What the fuck!"

It suddenly dawned on me that my little nightmare had also risen Ian and Jules, who were lying together on a floor mat to my left. Amber fell off of me to my right, her legs still dangling over the bench we fell asleep on, and looked up at me with puzzled groggy eyes. "You alright?" She murmured, still half asleep. She rubbed her eyes and pulled her legs off the bench, starting to gather her composure. I looked at her nude body for the first time without sex on my mind. That lasted about 2 seconds until sex was back on my mind. Those breasts are absolutely incredible! Wait a minute, what time is it?

Ian must have read my mind because he glanced at his watch and sighed heavily. "Dude, class ended two hours ago. It's one o'clock."

"Damn," I said. "We better get going." Hearing this, Jules whined a little and rolled onto her arms and legs, crawling over towards me.

"Don't go," she complained, straightening up onto her knees to my left, exposing her gorgeous nude body to me. "You and I haven't had a chance to have much fun yet." She tweaked her mouth into a sly smile and lifted her arms to brush her short blonde hair behind her ears, slightly lifting her pert, young, tiny breasts. She then reached out her left hand towards my crotch. She wrapped her fingers around my cock, squeezing it gingerly before starting to slowly jack me off, bringing me back to life. "Won't you stay a little longer?" Amber straightened up to her knees as well on my right side and placed her hand on my chest, motioning for me to lay back, her smile telling me her thoughts were the same as Jules'.

I had to admit that the offer was tempting and indeed, my cock was beginning to pulsate with life once again. But, alas, variety is the spice of life and this scene was beginning to taste a little bland. In my younger days, like yesterday, I could have, and would have, stayed up her fucking these two blonde hotties all day long and probably long into the night but hey, there were many, many more fish in my sea and I wanted to try out some halibut...umm...yeah. I had to save some energy for my later experiences. Plus, these girls went to school with me. I could tap into those resources for the rest of the year. My dick began to get hard in Jules' hand and her pumping started getting faster. It felt so incredible that it was with a VERY heavy heart that I pushed it away. "I'm sorry Jules, but I have to get back to class for a test. So does Ian." I looked over at Ian and he stuttered, flashing me a shocked expression of "What the fuck are you doing!" I quickly gave him a glance that conveyed back to him, "Don't worry, we're not going back to class" and he seemed to settle a little bit. I again glanced down at Jules and she seemed genuinely disappointed. Amber looked a bit sad as well.

"Aww, c'mon guys, I remarked, trying to cheer them up a bit, "This isn't the end. Tell you what, write your number down on something and I'll give you a call later and we'll have a little get-together." They still seemed somber but Jules gave me a sobering warm smile and took my hand.

"You drive a hard bargain Cam, I guess I'll have to wait for a piece of you." She chuckled slightly. "I don't like it, but I'll take it." She looked down and began writing her number onto my hand with a pen. Hmmm, she didn't have that a minute ago and she's completely naked. Where the hell did that pen come from? After she was done she handed it to Amber who wrote her number below Jules'. Jules walked over to her panties and bent over to pick them up. Staring at that ass, I started to reconsider passing that up. Amber stood up, planting a kiss on my cheek and whispered into my ear.

"You better call me."

"I will, I'll call you both." I smiled at her warmly to assure her of my sincerity. "Trust me, if not for this test, I'd be all over you two all over again." She laughed a little bit and walked over to the side, picking up her things. Ian pulled up his boxers and looked at me shaking his head. I could tell that he was disappointed but it was only one o'clock, there was a lot of day left.

After getting dressed and cleaning up a bit, we pushed open the doors and found out that it was pouring down rain. The good news was that the gym classes had been moved indoors so the coaches wouldn't notice us running back to school. The bad news is, by the time we got there, we would be completely fucking soaked. The really really good news is that the girls were wearing white wife-beaters.

Lightning crashed down over the hills a good distance away and my heart leaped a beat. There is nothing I enjoy more than a thunder-storm. I don't generally enjoy being out in them but I love everything else. The sound of the rain on windows, the wet feeling of grass under bare feet, the crash of lightning followed by a low rumble several seconds later, and even the smell of it. Storms get me excited, especially summer ones where the rain is still warm, where it's tolerable to still be out in it. Still though, as much as I enjoyed the rain, I hated being wet, so we counted to three and started sprinting towards the school.

Now, I consider myself a pretty smart guy, but I failed to see the absolute futility of this action. I ran as fast as I could, outrunning Ian and the girls by a few steps, but the school was a quarter mile away. By the time we got there, we were completely worn out from sprinting that far, and we were completely soaked just as if we would've walked it. Oh well, at least now the girls looked even hotter, if that's possible. Their hair was drenched and darker appearing, Amber's sticking to the back of her shirt, and their wife-beaters were soaked as well, displaying every subtle contour of their brightly colored sports-bras beneath. Their nipples also protruded vividly and drew my gaze wherever they went.

Our farewell to the girls was short but sweet, exchanging kisses and hugs. I looked down at my hand and the numbers were still readable, albeit a bit streaked by rain. Ian and I walked past the gym to make sure the coach was busy with a gym class, and satisfied that he was, we again entered the locker room. It was empty, save for about 30 book bags and piles of clothes. Ian and I took a quick run through under the showerheads and quickly dried and dressed, running out of there before the end of the period so as to be unnoticed. Once we were clear of the locker room, I started entering the new numbers into my cell as Ian spoke for the first time.

"Dude, so um...why are we not fucking beautiful girls at the stadium right now?"

"Cause dude, we're gonna go get some lunch, I'm hungry," I replied. Ian started laughing.

"You know Cam, as much as I would love to still be up there making sweet love with Jules, I am actually more interested to see what's gonna happen to you at lunch."

"No lie," I said, "I'm kind of excited myself." We walked to Ian's locker to get his coat and just as we were turning to head to mine, I spotted Hannibal turn the corner just up ahead and start walking our way. "Fuck!" I grabbed Ian and shoved him behind some lockers and I ducked behind them after him.

"Lecter is it?" Ian commented.

"Yeah man, if that Nazi fucker catches me ditching again, I'll be suspended. And I actually want to come to school for the next few days, its where all the females are."

"So what now genius, you got us stuck behind lockers, with Lecter headed this way. You wanna make a break for it?"

"There's no way, he'd catch us for sure. Maybe..." Just as I was about to suggest Ian faking a seizure, I saw the familiar face of Sasha walking past in a hallway perpendicular to our own, holding a book to her chest, still in that badass cheerleader uniform. I prepared to yell her name but she turned and saw me just as she walked past and seeing ole' Hannibal walking down the hallway towards us, walked calmly over and pretended to drop her book. She kneeled down to pick it up and whispered to us, "What are you guys doing? Lecter's gonna kill you Cam, after this morning."

"I know," I said, "Do you think you could distract him long enough for us to get out of here?" Sasha began tying her shoe lace to buy some extra time. She looked up at me, with her head tilted towards the floor, those green eyes penetrating me.

"Alright Cam," she said, "I'll buy you some time." She pulled out a little slip of paper out of her bag and wrote a number on it, dropping it onto the floor before starting to get up again. "But you have to call me tonight, we never finished this morning, you owe me a...favor or two." She stuck out her tongue and smiled as she started to walk away and my dick twitched at the mere mention of fucking her. Ian chuckled to himself, saying how badass this was.

As she walked away, I peeked out of our hiding spot, watching her ass sway hypnotically with each step. She had a way of carrying herself, a stride that swung her hips as she moved, making every guy within fifty feet crazy. I reached out my arm quickly and scooped up the paper. "Bet your ass I'll call you," I murmured.

As she passed Mr. Lecter I saw her say something to him. He turned to her direction and she pressed a hand against his chest, smiling and laughing at him. She then bent over slightly and pulled her skirt up one leg, obviously pretending to have a problem with her pantyhose or something. Lecter looked a little flushed, that fat fuck. Ian started to laugh softly. "What a slut," he quipped.

"C'mon Ian, this is our chance." We both stood up and bolted towards the end of hallway hanging a sharp right at the end. We slowed down after that and started to head towards the parking lot. "Forget about my coat dude," I said, "I'll live without. It's warm out anyways." We pushed open the doors to the outside and lightning struck, lighting up the whole valley. It was dark as night outside, and the rain was coming down hard. Ian and I bolted towards my car and I hurriedly unlocked it, ducking inside. Ian sat down opposite me and took a few deep breaths. We were both soaking wet after about thirty seconds in that tumult. Oh well.

I started up the car and the four-cylinder powerhouse roared to life. I reached past Ian and popped open the glove box and Ian started to speak. So Cam, where we goin' for lunch?" The steady stream of rain slammed against the top of my car, making it hard to hear Ian speak. I fished around in the box for a second and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

"I don't know, what are you in the mood for?" I reached into the pack and pulled out one of the twenty carefully wrapped joints between my lips.

"I thought you didn't smoke cigarettes," he continued.

"They're not cigarettes."

"Oh, I should have known, you fucking stoner." He laughed a little and grinned at me. "So I wasn't wrong in this morning's prediction?" I started to light the "cigarette" and spoke through my gritted teeth.

"You know me too well, what can I say?" I took a deep puff and offered it to Ian. He, of course, turned it down, and I shifted the car into drive. "Suit yourself man." Luckily, he didn't realize that he was gonna get stoned whether he wanted to or not. This car was gonna fill up with the sweet smell of chiba and he was gonna get toasty from the fumes. My evil plan was finally going to succeed. Mwaaaahahahaha!

"Alright dude, so where you wanna go?" he asked.

"I don't know dude, where we goin?"

"I don't know man, where you wanna go?" I friends and I had this same inane conversation several times a day. It always lasted about five minutes and eventually ended with us going to Denny's. But today was different, it was the start of something new, we had to go somewhere else. I looked at Ian and started to philosophize, the weed starting to kick in, ever so slightly.

"Ian, on this most magnificent of days, we must choose a most magnificent place to dine. A place with a warm atmosphere that is attractive in taste and tact. We must choose a place where the food is pleasing, as is the mood. There must be fine girls there Ian, willing to lend a hand, or some other useful body part, in times of need. There must be a manly air about the place, catering to the tastes of a gentleman, yet still appealing to his most primal of desires. It must be.....delightfully tacky....yet unrefined." Ian smiled at this last remark and understood, as did I. He turned back to the front and rested his head back.

"Hooters it is," he remarked, and I pulled out of that parking lot like a bat out of hell. I started rambling to Ian, as is usually my custom when I smoke, about many things here and there. I first felt it my duty to explain to him the many facets of fundamental smoking knowledge. I found myself telling him how to roll a joint, what a blunt was, and how the mechanics of a bong work. As I said this, I put in my Bob Marley "Legend" CD and my impotent speaker system starting thumping out "One Love," a very fine song. The car was starting to become very cloudy too, our windows being closed because of the rain. I talked a little more about smoking until I could faintly see Ian's eyes start to glisten over and the slight spark of comprehension slip off of his face. Oh man, he was gone. Hehehe. Damn, so was I.

Alright, as any smoker can attest, there are many grades of weed, and each different grade produces a different feeling. Some people describe it as being more or less high, but I think that the different types produce a different feeling or mindset, and this shit was crazy. It seriously made me want to cry and laugh at the same time. I smoked this stuff and no lie, I turned into a bitchy schoolgirl on the verge of emotional collapse. It was a very sad site to see. At least I could count on Ian being the same way.

As I became more emotional, the conversation switched from smoking, to life in general, and then, inevitably, to women. Ian and I were guys' guys in that we liked to talk shit about bitches and hoes and such, but the weed had reduced us to women (no offense to you women) and we couldn't think straight. I started whining about how the sex was good but that I felt no emotional attachment to the girls I was with today and that all I wanted was love. Ian started saying the same things and we delved into the one thing men should never talk about; feelings. Jesus Christ, I needed to bitch slap myself. Then the worst thing happened. "No woman, no cry" started playing on my CD and Ian and I started tearing up. I am going to murder my dealer.

Luckily, just as we were about to start whining to God about the trivialities of life, the orange-neon glowing shape of an owl brought me back to sanity. "There it is," I thought, "There's the Hooters!" I pulled into the parking lot and after about twenty attempts to back into a spot, I finally managed to semi-crookedly pull in, giggling like a sissy. We exited the car, and stumbling towards the trunk, I sprayed a little "Aqua di Gio" across my chest and handed it to Ian. Georgio Armani is probably the biggest pussy alive, but at least he smells good. It really wouldn't last in this rain, but it would at least mask our smell slightly. We didn't need any legal hassles in this most sacred of places. Ian and I were drawn to the doors like bugs to a zapper and as we opened them, our faces were blasted by the sweet sweet smell of cheap fried wings mingling with beer. Ahh, that's the stuff. We pushed through the second set of doors and three large breasted women met us, beckoning us forward. God, I love hooters.

As we walked up to the three smiling women, I couldn't help but feel like people that die in movies and are welcomed at the gates of heaven by all these happy singing people, while the choir rages in the background singing hallelujah. Yes ladies, hallelujah indeed. As we walked up to them, one girl began her spiel. "Hello, how are you guys today? I'm Melanie, table for two?" I have no idea why this was funny but it struck me as absolutely hysterical. I looked at Ian and he smiled back at me, and we both struggled not to laugh. Oh yes, one of the truer consequences of marijuana is inability to socialize with anyone. The three girls just stared at us with confused expressions on their faces. I am such a dork.

"Oh I'm sorry," I said, trying to regain control. "Table for two." Melanie looked at me strangely and smiled. Damn, high as a motherfucker and I can still get chicks. Pimp-Fairy, where ever you are, I got mad love for you buddy.

"Right this way," she said, and just as she turned around, Ian started laughing again, making me laugh again. I playfully shoved him but he ended up tripping over a chair and falling over, causing me to completely lose control. Good Lord, I can't even imagine how bad that looked. Anyways, Ian scrambled to his feet and, after attracting the attention of pretty much everyone, we finally ended up at a window table awaiting our Pepsis. I personally prefer Coke, but what the hell.

Wow. Hooters. Why is it that I cannot enter this restaurant without feeling like I am among serious white trash. Could it be that all of the buxom servers are blondes with southern accents? Could it be that all the TV's are continuously tuned into NASCAR races? Or, perhaps it's the cowboys. Anyone who has ever been to Hooters knows exactly what I'm talking about. These huge rednecks walk in here with their cheesy-ass, leather-rimmed cowboy hats (not cool ones like the Pimp-Fairy), imitation snake-skin boots, flannel shirts, and really tacky oval-shaped belt-buckles depicting a deer or a rifle or some shit. Not only that, but they treat Hooters like a family restaurant and bring their decrepit wives and their 4-year-old children along. Kids that young should not have to deal with cleavage of the magnitude shown here, it just confuses them.

I picked up a menu and just as I began to peruse, Ian pulled it down and prodded me. "So Cam, what's your game plan?"

"Dude, chill out," I said, "You interrupted my perusing." I picked up the menu and began my work anew. "Let's at least order first, I'm real hungry."

Our Pepsis arrived and I sucked mine down, violently seeking nourishment. I started to feel better as the sugar entered my bloodstream and the high started wearing off. Tranquility washed over me and I stared out the window at the rainstorm dreamily. The only thing that could make this better would be a hottie at my side and a plate of ribs in front of me. Enter Tracy. As she approached the table, time seemed to slow down. What caught me initially was her long sensual hair. Jet black as the blackest......black, it hung down to the small of her back. Man, if I keep lines like that coming, I could give Doctor Seuss a run for his money. Her hair shimmered in the light and gracefully swung with her stride. As my gaze traveled down her hair, it admittedly made a pit-stop at her breasts. She had a very decent rack that hung a little too loosely to be a teenager's. They were by no means saggy, even though they were, at minimum, C-cups, but they just hinted of a girl in her mid 20's. She was probably a college chick, every high-school-kid's wet-dream. But even if she wasn't, she could be my wet-dream any time.

Her breasts were further magnified by her tight Hooters T-shirt. The amount of cleavage on display could make a grown man cry for his mother. The shirt also accentuated her flat stomach, tapering down to long creamy legs that curved in all the right places. As she bent to drop off a plate, her ass was revealed to me. Under the constraints of her hot pants, each cheek was proudly displayed in all of its glory. My jaw dropped and my mind went to work on how to get those pants off. They were practically sprayed on. It was going to be difficult, but I was ready to give the effort.

She stepped up to the table and as she began to speak, my mind flashed out of its day-dream. I looked at Ian and he was as stunned as I. "Hello," she said, "my name is Tracy and I'll be your server for tonight." She took out a small notepad and a pen and looked up at Ian. Beautiful green eyes with slight freckles completed her look. What a hottie. "What can I get you?" How about a lap dance?

Ian fumbled slightly with his words but managed out a weak, "wings please." She jotted down his order hurriedly like a waitress usually does and then looked at me. As her eyes met mine, I thought I could discern a slight change in her expression. Her lips curled slightly, her eyes softened, and her entire countenance seemed to radiate sensuality. Her hand lowered slightly and the rush about her, the quick pace she was moving at, slowed down ever so slightly, as her mind wavered from her work. She smiled slightly and then leaned back, crossing her arms in front of her. She looked at me with a quizzical expression mixed with a smile that strained to convey her true sentiment and said, "I know this probably sounds crazy, but I feel like we've met before. Do I know you from somewhere?"

Ha! A college chick was using that horrible pickup line on me! I arched my eyebrows and tried to look intelligent and savvy. "I'm sure we haven't met, I definitely would have remembered." She bit her lip and blushed a little.

"Are you sure? I can't put my finger on it, but I'm sure I've seen you before." She never broke eye contact. I was starting to swoon. "Do you go to Penn State?" Hmm. I questionably glanced over at Ian and he urged me on.

"Actually I do," I said, "I'm a sophomore. I must have brushed past you on my way to class."

"That must be it," she conceded, "What's your major?" I looked at her breasts and then back up at her face.

"Anatomy," I replied and then smiled wide, chuckling slightly. "By the way, my name's Cameron, and this is Ian." She never looked at him, but instead smiled in return and started to giggle.

"Anatomy huh?" She shook her head and again took out her notebook. "Well Cameron, what can I get you?"

"I'll have the ribs," I replied. She again smiled as she wrote it down and started to walk away. After she took about ten steps she stopped. She half-turned, and her hair slowly swung away from her face as she did so. Her eyes, those beautiful green eyes, met mine, our souls exchanging "Hello's." She glanced to the back of the restaurant and then back at me and walked up to our table. She took out her pad and scribbled something on it, then placed the note on the table, and smiled as she strode away. I watched her tight ass sway as she did so. As much as I salivated over a hot plate of barbecue ribs, I'd enjoy a rack of Tracy much more I think. I picked up the note.

It read, "Meet me behind building in 5 min." I smiled. Cameron strikes again.

"What does it say?" asked Ian, inquisitively. I folded up the note and put it in my pocket. "What Cam, what does the note say?" I stood up and pushed my stool under the table.

"I'll be back in ten minutes," I said. I started to walk away and caught some waitress smiling at me. I smiled back and caught, out of the corner of my eye, another girl looking at me. Then I realized, for the first time, that pretty much every women over 15 in the restaurant was staring at me but pretending not to be at the same time. I looked at one, a cute young redhead and smiled, but then I saw her 50 year old mother wearing the same expression. Eww! It was then that I realized the horrible truth. As I looked around the restaurant, I noticed a sizeable amount of ugly chicks undressing me with their minds. I felt violated, naked, and squirmed under my clothes. Now I know what hot chicks must feel like. How could anyone work here! I quickly walked through the place, passing an old lady who winked at me. I could feel the nasty chunks rising up my throat as I reached for the door.

"What hell did that say!" Ian screamed. But I was already gone.

I walked out the restaurant and around the corner, breathing in the fresh air. The rain had slowed to little more than a drizzle and was warm enough that I didn't even mind. I rounded a second corner and saw a big green door in the back of the building. I leaned up against the wall next to it and waited patiently. Not thirty seconds passed before the green door opened and Tracy emerged. She said not one word but instead walked up in front of me, pressed her body hard against mine, and savagely began kissing me on the lips. God I love being me. She pressed into me, smashing me to the wall, and I felt her tits flatten against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her back and squeezed her close while our tongues mingled. She pulled away suddenly, panting for breath, and placed one hand on my chest.

"Jesus Christ, I am so hot for you!" She took another deep breath and then looked down to see my bulging crotch. "Glad to see the feeling is mutual."

"Yeah, well I uh..." was all I could manage before she grabbed me by the front of my shirt and pulled me through the door. Once inside, she pushed me against the wall in the tiny hallway and brought a single finger to her lips.

"Shhh," she said, "Be quiet." She slid her hand onto my bulge as she spoke and I breathed out sharply.

"Sure," I whispered. "I can do quiet." She took my hand and walked up to the back of the kitchen and looked out for a second.

"Come on." She said softly, and we were off running. I glanced nervously over but all the cooks didn't notice us. We passed through the inner sanctums of Hooters until we reached another door. She yanked it open and pulled me inside. She closed the door and suddenly we were engulfed in darkness. I heard her lock the door and then she flicked on the lights. Shelves of foodstuffs lined the walls so I was guessing a store-room. It smelled like bread. Not wasting a single minute, Tracy again embraced me and starting planting kisses across my face.

"What is it about you?" she muttered between kisses. "I don't think I've ever felt this horny in my life." She slid her hands under my shirt and ran them up my chest. Her hands were icy cold and I flinched. I tried to get my hands on her but before I could she pulled up hard on my shirt and lifted it up off of me. As soon as it was clear, she again pushed into me and we backed up against some boxes. She started kissing my neck and just as I placed my hands on her hips, she started sucking on my ear. How strangely titillating.

She then grasped by belt buckle and pulled off of my ear to look me straight in the eyes. "Let's get those pants off you." She wasn't smiling and I could see that she meant business. I started to get scared. My belt buckle was off in one swift movement and she placed her hands around the waistband of my pants. I quickly grabbed her around her wrists to stop her. She quizzically looked up at me with her beautiful eyes and asked me what was wrong. She pouted the way girls love to pout, and she did it very well.

"Slow down," I said, running a finger through her hair. She stood up and I gently let my hands fall to her bare waist. I began rubbing my hands up and down her sides. "Just relax," I assured her, and she forced a weak smile.

"Sorry Cameron, it's just hard sometimes when you work as much as I do." She glanced around and started to laugh. "Plus, we're in the fucking storeroom and I have to get back to my tables." Still grinning, she wrapped her arms around my back and pressed close against me, looking up into my face. "Tell you what," she said. "How about we make this one a quickie and you can come to my apartment when I get off in a half an hour." She planted a few kisses on my neck and chest. "I promise I'll make it last there." Hell, can't argue with that.

"Hell, can't argue with that," I said, and bent down to kiss her on the lips. "Now strip," I commanded. She flashed me a shocked expression as I crossed my arms in anticipation of my show. Her expression then turned mock-sensual and she fell into the part. She took a step back and slid her hands up across her body, flicking her thumbs across her very apparent nipples. She gasped and then ran her tongue across her lips as she squeezed her breasts. She kneeded them and pressed them together, entrancing me with every subtle gesture. With one deft movement, the straps fell off of her shoulders and she ran her arms through them. The sheer tightness of the shirt and size of her breasts held the shirt in place. She pulled the fabric down her magnificent globes just enough so that I almost saw a nip-nip, and then pulled it back up again, to my dismay.

She laughed at her skill as a cock-tease as she moved to the bottom part of her shirt. She ran her hands to her bare waist and snuck two fingers under the tight-fitting garment. She sighed out heavily as she began pulling it up slowly. Her stomach was flat and fit and she rippled her abs as she pulled up her shirt, again stopping right before her tits. She smiled at me and then stuck out her sensual tongue. She pushed down one side of her bunched-up shirt, exposing a beautiful breast, and then lifted it to her tongue. She flicked her tongue across her nipple and then quickly pulled the shirt back over it. My dick was fucking granite. She looked at me and laughed, saying that I was cute. I don't know why, but that compliment always seems to come across as an insult to me.

Leaving her shirt covering the only part of her upper body I was really interested in seeing, she then stepped back up to me and exhaled into my face. "Now I need your help Cam," she said. She kissed me once on the lips and then turned around in front of me. She placed her hands on my hips and ran them down my legs as she bent completely over, leaving one Goddamn beautiful ass right in front of me. "Could you pull these off Cameron? I can never get them myself." She spoke deep and half-mocking like the tease she was very successfully trying to be. I was only too happy to oblige.

I placed my palms tentatively on her luscious cheeks, half in disbelief that their owner wanted me to stick my dick between them. I started to massage them but remembered the time constraints so I wrapped my hands through the waistbands and started to pull down. As I had previously thought, those shorts were a bitch to get off. They were tight as hell. Maybe she wasn't kidding when she said she couldn't get them off herself. I pulled them softly at first but applied more and more pressure as I rounded her ass. Her cheeks slowly came into view as she began to moan and goad me on. "Oh baby," she said as I tugged away, "C'mon baby, pull them off." I didn't really need anymore urging on and my dick was already stiff as a corpse. This was just making it hurt. I ran across her panties as I pulled and snagged them too. Finally I rounded the bottom of her ass, and her shorts flew down to her ankles. She stood back up but didn't turn to face me.

Instead, she began to gyrate her almost nude body against mine, placing heavy emphasis on her ass against my crotch. She reached her hands up and back and pulled my head down besides hers. She tilted her face and kissed me deep as I let my arms reach around and explore her body. With my left hand, I flipped her shirt down and grasped a nice tit and my right hand reached down to play with her clit. I had no experience with the female anatomy other than today's excitement but I had seen movies. Quite a few movies actually.

As my hand made initial contact with her pussy, she shuddered, breaking off our kiss only to squeal a little. We started kissing again as I began to rub her snatch with my whole hand, spreading her sopping juices all around. I rubbed my thumb against her clit and before I could get a finger into her, she pulled away slightly, whispering "No more foreplay." She fell upon her knees in front of me and got down on all fours. Rubbing her ass, she smiled seductively at me. "Get those pants down and come fuck me Cam." Do girls really talk like this? I thought it was only in pornos but this is the second girl I've had today with a really dirty mouth.

My cock was aching for freedom so I quickly unzipped my jeans. I was in such a hurry that I fumbled with my belt repeatedly as I tried to get it off. Tracy giggled and leaned back up onto her knees. Turning around she pushed my hands away. "Oh just let me do it," she said, quickly stripping off my belt. "You just concentr..." Her words trailed off as she slid down my jeans and came face to face with my massive member. She looked up at my face before staring back at my dick and licking her lips. "Maybe a little more foreplay." She reached up a tentative hand and wrapped it around the end of my dick. A slight amount of precum oozed from the tip and she used her thumbs to spread it around the head. Her other hand she placed on the base of my cock and slowly, she began sliding both hands up and down my shaft. The little precum became more precum and within a few seconds I had a completely lubricated dick. Once assured of this, she moved one greasy hand down to cup my balls and furiously began to jack me off with the other.

"Oh my God," I panted, relishing the feeling of her hand racing up and down my dick. Why does it feel so much better when someone else does it to you? I started pushing my pelvis against her hand in rhythm but she quickly stopped as soon as I fell into it. Instead, she looked up into my eyes, and brushed her hair back behind her ear with her clean hand. Eye contact is so much more sensual when the girl is kneeling right before your cock. The sight was, for lack of a better word, magical. She placed her hands on my thighs and ran them around back to cup my ass cheeks. Pulling me close, she took a deep breath and closed her mouth around my dick. Warm pleasure immediately enveloped me. I felt her tongue wrap around the bottom of my shaft but instead of coming out again, she pushed on. I felt my cock contact the back of her mouth and she paused shortly before pushing down further. I could feel the head of my cock sliding down her hot throat as I watched her head move closer to me until her lips hit the base. I know nothing of what the Buddhists refer to as "Nirvana" but I can't think of a more fitting word. Almost unconsciously, I groaned to convey my feelings.

As if startled by my noise, she immediately opened her eyes again and quickly slid off of my dick, choking a little. The nice gooey warmth that had, seconds ago, transcended me to a higher plane of thought was gone, and I frowned disapprovingly at her. "Don't give me that look," she smirked, "Quickie remember?" She again turned away and resumed her position on all fours. Without even looking back, she smacked her sensual ass, beckoning me to explore its depths. "C'mon Cam."

Half in a stupor, I sunk down to my knees behind her and grabbed her ass with both hands. It was so goddamn pretty, it wasn't even funny. I massaged the beautiful cheeks for a quick second and gave her a slap of my own to relish. "C'mon Cam," she urged, "Stick it into me. Don't keep me waiting." She spun her head around and smiled at me. She's the boss. Lining up my dick quickly, I shoved my shaft deep into her pussy. I immediately felt all of her muscles tighten and her back shot up to a vertical position. "Oh my...Uhh," was what she said and I could tell from her tone that she had never been filled up like this before. I took advantage of the situation and wrapped my hands around to her tits pulling her back against my chest, as I slowly pushed in even further. Dear God, the feeling was absolutely incredible. I let it wash over me and closed my eyes.

I leaned my head up and rested it on her shoulder. I let my hands do the talking, exploring every inch of her naked beautiful flesh. I slid a hand down her stomach, hovering over her belly button before soflty making my way to her slit. I could feel the tightness of the lips wrapped around my girth and started lightly flicking her nub. I pushed in a little more. My other hand massaged her breast and pulled her back into me. Her body was contorted into a most sexy position that would have been painful if not shadowed by such overwhelming pleasure. She breathed out sharply and let her head fall back against mine. Her hand came up, brushing her hair back before stroking my cheek softly. I pushed in a little more. I then moved my hands away from their current position and ever so slowly brushed them across her body until I gripped her lightly but firmly around the waist. I was finally completely inside.

I started moving with her and our bodies became one. She moved back against me, and the action became effortless. There was nothing but pleasure. I lowered my head and started kissing her neck as she gasped in ecstacy. I thrusted several more times, pulling her into me by the waist before resuming my firm grip on her luscious titties. I am most definitely a breast man. I groped the soft flesh, feeling her nipples slide through my fingers. My squeezing continued until it almost became as methodical as my thrusting. I started pulling out more and we were joined every return with a light smack of our wet bodies colliding. Tracy was panting heavy and I started sucking harder on her neck. My subtle grip on her breasts tightened and I grabbed them, pulling her entire body against mine faster and faster. Tracy started going audible, whining in glee. "Jesus Cam," she forced between thrusts, "You're hitting my spot." I grunted short as a reply. If I had a spot, she was hitting mine as well.

My breathing, as well as hers, became quicker and she started rotating her ass as I pounded against her, creating an audible smack every time. That ever-so-familiar feeling of orgasm started sneaking up on me and I knew it was time. She must have read my mind because shortly after that thought she urged me on. "Cum in me Cam, Cum into my tight pussy." A few more thrusts was all it took. With a moan of release, I started spewing my jisz deep into her snatch. I pushed as far as I could into her and fired all my remaining seed until the orgasm eventually blended into consciousness. I slid out of her and fell onto my ass, panting like a dog. I could smell sex in the air.

Tracy slowly relaxed back into all fours and spun around to sit on her ass facing me. She smiled wide like a little girl that got a pony for Christmas. "Wow," she said, starting to shake her head, "You are something special."

"I try," I replied. My breathing began to slow down so I stood up and began to gather up my clothes. I felt so dirty. I really needed a shower. I probably smelled like...Ian. Tracy got up after and produced some paper towels to clean up the swamp I created in her tush. The Cam man's tally rises to five, and it was only...what time was it? "What time is it?" I asked.

Her soft face looked away from me to the wall behind me and instantaneously the soft curves turned into wretched terrified lines. The eyes widened and bugged out and her mouth started spewing fire. "Fuck!" she screamed and grabbed her clothes, quickly trying to pull up those impossibly tight pants. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I turned around and looked at the clock. Only 20 minutes had passed, but that's probably an eternity for a waitress. Oh well. I grabbed my pants and shirt and hurriedly through them on just as she finally got her shorts up. Throwing on her shirt, she straightened her tits a little and brushed her hair through her fingers to create the illusion that she wasn't just getting pounded from behind. It really didn't work.

She flung open the door and pulled me through. "I have to get back to work Cam, can you find your way back out?"

"Sure thing toots." I gingerly smacked her on the ass and she smiled. She stood up and kissed me on the lips once more before giggling and retreating away. I looked away for the first time. Hmmm, where was I? I began walking towards the door that I came in by but then noticed the double doors leading to the floor. "Fuck it," I thought, "It'll save me the walk." As I walked closer I glanced to my right and there, lo and behold, was a tray full of chicken strips. Without even thinking, I snatched one up and took a big bite. Oh sweet chicken, how I love thee. Just then, some pimple-faced cook rounded a corner and popped up right in front of me, holding ingredients in his hands. He stopped short upon seeing me and gave me one of those "Who the fuck are you?" looks. On any normal day, I probably would have returned his glance with some pussywhipped "I don't know, I shouldn't be here, leave me alone" looks, but not today. It's amazing what sex can do to your self-esteem.

"What the fuck is this shit?" I asked him, waving the chicken strip in front of his face. "This is awful! I wouldn't even feed these to my dog!" His expression changed to quizzical and I saw another cook approaching behind him. Oh fuck. "Umm...refry these or I'll have you fired." I grabbed up three more chicken strips and held them in front of his face. "I'm taking these," I quipped. The other cook was approaching fast and from his expression, I could tell that pimple-face was starting to get upset, so I took that as my cue to leave. I quickly shuffled away and pushed through the doors, walking out to the floor.

Before I even reached my seat, I started tearing into the chicken strips. I was so hungry and their salty goodness was so incredibly yummy. I took my seat just as I bit into the last one. "Well?" Ian asked. In my post-hunger-abating bliss I had forgot Ian was there. Damn, he looked pissed.

"Uh...What's up buddy?" I asked. Ian raised up his hands questionably.

"Dude, where the hell were you?"

"Umm...In the bathroom?" Ian narrowed his eyes at me. I smiled.

"I hate you so much." His grimace finally broke and he forced a weak smile. "Were you doing what I think you were doing?"

"Dude, you have no idea! You're not gonna believe this sh..." I was about to begin the story but I looked over and saw Tracy approaching the table. She smiled wide as she walked up and my God, she was bringing out the food. It looked so scrumdiddlyumptios (tasty). As she placed the ribs in front of me I started to salivate. "I love you Tracy." Sex is great, but the real way to a man's heart actually is through his stomach. Whoever initially said that was dead fuckin right. However, sex and food is the ultimate combo. Tracy was earning brownie points.

"hahaha, right," she replied, seeing me eye the ribs hungrily, "So I get off in 20 minutes, you guys still coming over?" Ian looked up inquisitively.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," I replied, and began on my ribs. Tracy laughed and walked away.

"What's going on Cam?"

"Tell you in a minute. Eating." He didn't have to wait long. The ribs and the wings disappeared within a few minutes and I began to fill Ian in on the happenings. He seemed pretty happy that we were going over Tracy's house.

"Fuck yeah dude! This day has been fucking awesome." Ian's voice trailed off inside of my head as I took a moment to indulge in some private introspection. To be honest, this day had been fucking awesome, but it almost seemed a little too good to be true. I mean, honestly, who fucks five complete strangers in one day? This was the stuff of dreams but the thing with dreams is that they rarely come true, especially not dreams like this. I should have been thanking my lucky stars but it all felt...well...a little weird. Something just didn't feel right.

"I need to take a piss man" I said and exited the table. I walked across the restaurant and pushed open the restroom door. It reeked of urinal cakes and stale piss, a very inviting smell. The bathroom was completely empty and completely silent, save for the sound of water trickling as I took my piss. I couldn't shake the strange feeling that something wasn't right. As I finished and started washing my hands, I glanced at my reflection in the mirror. I knew that I wasn't physically the same as yesterday and God knows my self-esteem was higher, but I started to feel a slight detachment from...well...me.

"Fuck it," I said and shook off the feeling. Tonight was going to be one to remember and I wasn't going to let some little mental jitters get in the way. I thought of Tracy and smiled. Splashing a little water into my face, I started to feel better already. I dried my hands and cleaned up a bit and felt like a new man. Completely rejuvenated and mentally prepared, I pushed open the bathroom doors with a fresh outlook. Enjoy the fruits of life while you have them. Tracy appeared before my eyes. Chances like these only come around once in a lifetime.

***

As I exited the bathroom, I was delighted to notice Tracy sitting in my seat across from Ian. She had changed out of her work clothes into the best clothing ever designed: A short yellow sundress. I really enjoyed the Hooters outfit but this was just as nice and was much easier to for me to take off. As she crossed her legs, the sheer fabric pulled high up her thigh and my heart...err dick skipped a beat. She smiled while Ian spoke and pulled her hair around to drape down her back. She had redone her makeup and appeared even more beautiful than before. Her beauty was so intense that I could spend an entire day just watching this veritable goddess move. She glanced over and, seeing me approach, bent over to pick up her handbag. Her hair dropped from behind her shoulders and her shirt slid down her chest offering me a decent look at her large luscious jugs. They hung free as she bent and swayed ever so slightly. While still bent, Tracy raised her head flashing me a sexy smile before sitting back up and adjusting her shoulder straps. I swallowed my tongue.

"We all set?" I asked, approaching the table.

"Yeah," Ian replied, "I picked up the check." Damn right you did.

"Cool. Tracy, you got a car or do you need a ride?" Please need a ride, please need a ride.

"Actually I could use a ride," she said. Scooooooooooooore! "My car's in the shop. I rode the bus in today. It sucked." She looked over at Ian. "Mind if I sit up front?" Ian just smiled and we left Hooters, headed for my car.

***

Hooters wasn't that far from Penn State but I still couldn't wait to get there. After we entered my magnificent conveyance, Tracy broke the news to us that she had three roommates. I nearly shat myself. Ian also was dumbfounded, knowing from first-hand experience that my mystical nature could and would get him some action as well. This was going to be a wild night. Her news also fell like lead onto my foot causing my vehicle to attain speeds that I previously would have thought my car incapable of. Within ten minutes we were on parked on campus, briskly walking towards her dormitory.

It all seemed so fantastic to me, college I mean, the next step. It was like this little niche in someone's life, occurring right after high school, that precedes reality. This place was their own little universe. It was just like a school, but with a few amenities scrapped for personal freedom. It was free enough to be inviting but not yet real enough to be frightening. How incredibly cool.

College life really appealed to me at that moment, the only thing more appealing being the tasty women we passed by on the way. I tried to be a gentleman to Tracy and not look, but they were staring and smiling at me and I was just a high-school boy. I mean, exceptions have to be allowed. My senses were being overloaded, and my dick was wagging like a happy puppy-dog. If he didn't get a bone soon, he was going to start barking. Man, I really have to give these similes a rest.

By then it was starting to get dark and just as the first stars started to appear, Tracy pushed open the door to her first story apartment. As we entered, my pupils enlarged to tease out the shadows. To our left was a small kitchen with two tiny counters surrounding it, and in front of us was a living room, grey-carpeted, with a patio window at the far end, opening up, not surprisingly, to a patio. There was a black leather wrap-a-round couch in the far right corner and a huge matching chair and foot rest positioned near the side wall. They were both facing a rather large, widescreen, high-definition TV, and lazy modern-deco art hung in paintings on the wall. Black lamps towered in two of the corners. Someone had good taste, and the money to make it happen. A hallway broke the wall to our left, past the kitchen, and probably extended to their rooms. Not too shabby for on-campus housing. The apartment was dark, lit only by the moonlight pouring through the patio window, and presumably empty.

"Tracy, this is an awesome place you have here," I said. I walked into the living room and marveled at the TV. Wow, watching football on this thing would be like being at the game, only with commercials. The room was painted a lighter shade of grey and the art was varying shades of deep, matte colors. I fell onto the leather couch and sunk in, relaxation seeping into my bones.

"You like it?" she asked. She dropped her bag onto the floor near the door and walked in, resting her hands on her hips. "Claire, one of my roommates, has a father in oil. Money might not be able to buy happiness but it helps." Yeah, that's for goddamn sure. Just as she finished speaking a dim light flicked on from the hallway and footsteps could be heard approaching on the soft carpet.

"Hey Trace, did you remember to pick up some mil...." A female form emerged from the hallway wearing only a T-shirt and purple underwear, but immediately jumped back inside upon seeing me. "Oh my God, you didn't say you had people over!" The footsteps retreated faster than they had approached and a door swung closed behind them, pinching off the little light. Tracy started laughing.

"There's Claire now." She disappeared into the hallway. "I'll be right back guys, make yourselves comfortable." Ian walked up and fell onto the couch. I didn't know about him but I couldn't be any more comfortable. La-Z-Boy chairs are my Achilles heel, and this one was pure heaven. I didn't know how long I could maintain consciousness. Then, to make matters worse, or better actually, I started to hear the faint "pitter-patter" of rain on the glass patio-door. I struggled to think of anything more divine.

"Well Cam, I sincerely hope this is worth leaving Amber and Jules in the locker-room." He slowly turned his head towards me. "That girl did look good though."

"Yeah, but seems a bit shy." I heard Tracy talking faintly down the hallway but couldn't make out the words. I wondered what she was talking about. I was also wondering how the hell this whole situation was going to play out. Then I wondered what the hell that smell was but Ian's sadistic grin put my questioning to rest. Jesus Christ, we were over a stranger's house for God's sake. Hmm, I want some cookies.

Tracy again emerged from the hallway and I smiled at her. "Hey guys, I'm going to take a quick shower and get cleaned up. While you wait, you can mix up some drinks for yourselves if you want."

"Yeah," I said, "I could definitely use a drink. Ian?" Ian, who was laying on his back on the couch gave me a thumbs up without even opening his eyes.

"Cool," she replied, smiling, "liquor's in the cabinet over there. I'll be out in a bit." Oh goody goody gumdrops. As soon as she left back down the hall, Ian came to life, immediately standing up and walking to the kitchen.

"C'mon Cam, let's get to work." As he opened the cabinet his jaw went wide and his eyes glazed over with sheer joy. "Oh my God, it's beautiful!" I quickly ran over to his position and immediately started looking as stupid as he did. What a collection.

The cabinet was three tiered, with liquor adorning every spare inch. Ole Jack was there, as well as my old sailor friend, captain Morgan. One the lighter side, she had some Kahlua and Parrot Bay, and on the heavier, I spied some Everclear and Bacardi 151 in the back. Goldschlager, Absolut Mandarine, and SoCo, oh my! We were getting wasted tonight, no fucking lie.

What was Tracy thinking? Exposing some high-school kids to a cabinet of this magnitude is a recipe for disaster. I wasn't mature enough to handle this. Ian and I continued to stare like little kids in the window of a candy store. We didn't even know where to start. I would've settled for a beer but this was so.....I don't even know what it was, but I liked it. "Oh My God Cam," Ian stuttered. "I...I...don't...just...what do you want?" His words were accompanied by jerky hand movements reaching for bottles and then withdrawing. He looked to me for answers but I had none. I guess I had to make a choice. I glanced up to the spiced rum.

"We and the captain make it happen." I said, and Ian grabbed the Morgan with a chuckle and a smile. "Let me see if I can find some pop in here."(Yes, its "pop" all you southern bastards, not "soda") I reached for the handle of the fridge but I stopped short when I heard Tracy yelling from down the hall.

"Hey Cam, can you come here for a second?" As much as I liked Tracy, she was interfering with a very delicate process. I took my hand off of the fridge and frowned at Ian. He looked at me disapprovingly.

"I'll be right back dude." I patted him on the shoulder and walked off to the hallway. I looked down it and I saw a light on at the far end, which I guessed was where Tracy was. There were two doors on the right and on the left but she sounded to far away from them. "Where are you," I asked and began walking down the hall. I walked down it and stood before the door but a sight to my right caught my eye. The door was slightly ajar and I could see... what was that?...It's an ass! A female one!

I only saw the back of her but she was slim and hot and had a jaw-droppingly luscious ass. "Dear God," I muttered but before my thoughts could catch up with my dick the door in front of me flew open. Steam ushered out of the doorway and the light from within caused me to wince. Tracy stood before me, completely nude, with the shower going behind her. Her ample bosom hung proud in front of her and her nipples stood at full salute. Her waist was slightly contorted as she sensually stood on one leg, sliding the other up and down the one she stood on. I could feel dumb-ass, bad-with-girls, nervous-as-shit Cameron creeping to the front of my mind. "I...whoa." Yep, there he was. Before I could mask my words with confidence Tracy pulled me into the room by my collar and slammed the door shut behind me.

Chapter 6 - "A Fresh Look at Familiar Things"

I couldn't believe he fuckin left me like that. What an asshole. I poured a generous amount of Captain Morgan into the glass and, eyeing it suspiciously, dumped a little more in. I filled it to the top with Coke while the ice crackled and the carbonation fizzed. I looked at Cameron's empty glass next to mine and sighed. I knew leaving Amber and Jules was a mistake. Miracles don't happen twice in one day. "Fucking asshole," I muttered aloud.

I grabbed my Coke and settled down in a nice black leather couch in front of the TV. Reaching out to the coffee table, I picked up the remote. Whoa, that's a shitload of buttons. Why are all of the best entertainment centers near impossible to operate? I pushed down the TV button and the huge screen came to life, bathing the entire room in an eerie blue glow. Ok, done. I hit the channel up button next but nothing happened. I knew it was too good to be true. I then hit cable and nothing happened. I then tried the AUX button and you guessed it, nothing happened. Goddamn remote. Within minutes I was angrily button mashing and swearing. I was seriously getting heated. If she hadn't appeared, who knows what would have progressed.

"You have to first go through the VCR," she said, and my hand went numb. She stood there in the hallway, the girl that previously wore the purple panties. What a knockout. Her brown, silky tresses hung shoulder-length, framing a face that was almost intimidating. She wore no smile but that seemed to suit her. She seemed the type of girl that never smiles and honestly looks better when she's angry or upset. She wore a pale purple eye shadow and a light glossy pink lipstick that was slightly lighter than her skin. In every way, her makeup reflected and accentuated her dour and yet extremely sexy mood. Her hair also reflected slightly auburn, furthering her beauty. And what a frame she stood on. If it was her face that initially captivated me, it was her body that kept me staring. She easily stood 5'10" and had the body of a model. She was skinny enough to be a bulimic but not bad enough to be anorexic. She definitely had the demeanor of a model as well. She leaned against the back wall of the hallway with her arms crossed in front of her, her head slightly bent as she looked at me. I wonder if she realized that she was striking a pose. I wish I had a camera. Her breasts were medium-sized and were pushed up slightly by her crossed arms. Her waist was slim and her white T-shirt squeezed every contour of her upper body. In place of the purple panties, she now wore short gray cotton shorts, the kind that girls like to loaf around in, and the kind that guys like to watch girls loaf around in. She had model legs as well. Extending slightly longer than the rest of her body, they were tan, toned, and sexy, just like the rest of her. I took a long drink of my rum and pressed the VCR button on the remote, bringing the set to life. I lifted the remote slightly towards her and nodded, signaling my thanks.

Her lips curled up slightly at my success and she walked towards the kitchen. "Are you Cameron? Or is that the kid who's doing God knows what to Tracy in the bathroom?"

"No, I'm a friend who's just along for the ride apparently." I watched her back as she walked towards the kitchen. The way her shoulder blades moved reminded me of a stalking tiger. Everything about her screamed "predator." She was the kind of girl who got what she wanted. This was evidenced in the look of the apartment. Daddy's little rich girl. Her ass was all feminine, however. Small and tight, she obviously benefited from a monthly gym membership and probably a personal trainer as well. This much was obvious. What an interesting person. As she again opened the alcohol cabinet, she glanced towards me.

"Apparently," she commented. Her back arched and her breasts strained against the tight T as she reached up and grabbed the bottle of Everclear from the back. She could obviously hold her own as well. Damn, this was my kind of chick. "Well, if you're not Cameron, who are you? Tracy mentioned a friend but didn't say a name."

"My name's Ian," I said, and she looked directly at me as she poured her drink. Her eyes were steely and it was hard to maintain eye contact. "And you're Claire." She finally lifted her glass and turned to face me.

"Charmed."

***

I could barely make out Tracy's shape in the steamy fog of the bathroom. I let my hands traverse the curves of her body, exploring the intimacies that my eyes could not. She let her head fall against my chest, giggling. "Jesus I'm horny," she moaned, "It took all that I had not to jump on you in the car." Yeah, that might have been bad. "C'mon, let's get you out of those clothes." My mind flashed back to Ian standing in the kitchen but as she lifted off my shirt, I quickly forgot about my good friend. I know it's a shitty thing to do...twice, but she's so damn hot. He probably understood and if he didn't, oh well. There was a big TV out there anyways.

Tracy smiled up at me and dropped to her knees to fiddle with my belt. I don't think I've ever taken my own pants off today. Unbuttoning my belt, she then stood up and stepped backwards, opening her mouth slightly in a coy smile while beckoning me with her finger. Her naked body called to me louder than her finger did. She was so beautiful that I just longed to touch her to make me believe that this was something more than a dream. I quickly slid off my pants, and to my complete surprise, my dick was flaccid! No, I'm just joking actually, I was pretty hard. She took another step backwards and stood next to the shower curtain, still beckoning me with her finger. I walked up towards her and she smiled at me wickedly. I looked towards the right and caught my reflection in the mirror as I stepped up towards her. I was actually looking forward to this shower as much as anything. I reached out to touch her and just as my hand came to rest on her breast, she pulled the shower curtain open exposing...another girl?! Holy Fuck! Before I could think of anything further, Tracy fell upon her knees and sunk down deep upon my cock.

***

"Are you honestly insinuating that Winnie The Pooh smoked pot?"

"That's what I'm saying," I said. "Why is this so hard for you to accept? I mean, c'mon, the glazed over expression, always getting his head stuck in jars, always acting stupid, and always fiending for honey." As I flipped threw the channels, I passed over Winnie the Pooh and my familiar rant began. I had thought this through multiple times.

"I suppose next you'll be telling me that Piglet smoked as well?"

"Actually no, Piglet's clean, but the rest of them are all on drugs." I smiled at her and she smirked slightly. She took another sip of her drink and then set it on the table.

"Alright Ian, what are the rest of them on?" I chuckled as I continued to surf through the channels. The light from the monstrous TV blinked out and then on again every time I flicked the button. I felt like I was going to have a seizure.

"Ok, it's like this," I began, "Tigger right? The dude's always hyper and bouncing around and shit so he's obviously on something. I say either coke or speed. Eeyore, that bigass blue donkey is constantly depressed and wants to die so he's probably on meth. And Christopher Robin is the real proof. The whole show is about his stuffed animals! The dude is obviously tripping on acid. I think the whole show is a machination of the poor drugged-out kid's mind." She chuckled a little bit and smiled for the first time. Wow, as hot as she looked before, she really did have a beautiful smile.

"You are really twisted, you know that?" After downing the rest of her drink she fell backwards against the couch and stood fixated on the flickering screen. I was trying to find a show that I thought she would be interested in. She didn't seem the type to enjoy any of the inane shit played on MTV and she also didn't seem interested in anything on any of the networks like ABC or FOX or anything. I would have to delve into the movie channels. As I continued to flip, I looked over towards her. She was half laying back across the couch with her legs up on the coffee table. Her face was flush and her expression seemed a little less rough than before. She didn't look mad, just disinterested. It was truly puzzling to try to figure her out but it was captivating. None of the girls I ever knew were this fascinating. Her chest was heaving up and down with her breathing and I found myself starting to stare. She looked over and easily saw me out. "Ian?" she asked.

"Yeah," I replied.

"How about when you finish up staring at my chest you get me another drink?" I knew my face went red at that comment, even if it was in jest.

"Right," I said and grabbed the empty glasses, headed towards the kitchen.

***

Tracy reached around me and grasped my ass cheeks with both hands as she relentlessly sucked up and down my cock, her tongue licking around the shaft. I would have been enjoying it immensely if not for the panic rush that shot up my spine at the site of another female. But I have to say, she was quite a female.

Her hair was raven black, just like Tracy's, but hung all the way down to her very tan ass. She was Japanese from the looks of things, a woman of mystery, a lady of the orient. As the shower curtain initially pulled away, she lifted up her arms and pulled back her hair away from her face to behind her, arching her back and lifting her large breasts as she did so. Here tits were only medium sized but looked enormous on her petite frame. She was thin too and would have been too thin if not for the muscle that peaked through instead of her bones. After a second or two she looked over at me, without the slightest bit of surprise in her expression and stared into my eyes. She seemed very calm and mysterious, which had to be in serious contrast to the stupid look of befuddled confusion and pleasure racking through my body. I began to wonder how many other guys fell prey to this sadistic prank.

Tracy went down on me deep just then and my body shivered, causing me almost to fall over, but I could not stop staring at the beautiful Asian standing in front of me. The shower was hitting her chest, cascading down her breasts past the supple curves of her mid-section and collecting at the thin strip of black hair that signaled the entrance to her most intimate of locations, before dripping to the shower floor. Of all the girls I had yet seen, none could rival the sheer beauty of this goddess. The blankness of her expression made me even hotter. A frown could hurt, and a smile could destroy the entire illusion of mystery that she exuded so wonderfully. She had me caught in her spell, or maybe I just had a thing for Asian girls.

As Tracy kept working me over, I became lost in the gaze of this tender creature. Her delicate hands drifted over her smooth wet features as she explored her own body, like she had just found it for the first time. They slid over her creamy thighs, traveling up past her obliques and the tiny ridges of her barely-visible ribcage, cupping her breasts softly and quickly on the way to her slender shoulders, causing them to jiggle ever so slightly. Once they reached the top, she began her movements in reverse, making love to her own body, pretending her hands were those of another. I wanted to be that other person. I longed to touch her, to feel what she felt, but I couldn't bring myself to move. I was lost in her gaze and the pleasure I felt from Tracy all blurred into an incredible feeling of absolute bliss. Everything disappeared except her. My peripheral vision faded into nothingness, as all I could focus on was the beauty of her figure. She swooned, Tracy moaned, and I came.

***

"So what's your major anyway, Ian?" I had no clue what to tell her so I stole a line from my irresistible friend. It worked for him so what the hell.

"Anatomy."

"That is the lamest pickup line I think I have ever heard." Yeah, definitely not working. Damn she's cold, how sexy. "There is no such major as anatomy."

"I disagree. It might not exist on the books, but it's definitely my major field of study." I knew the line was pathetic but I winked at her to squeeze out a laugh. She rolled her eyes. Hook, shoot, miss. Why was being suave with her so difficult, high school girls ate my bullshit up. I was trying to stay afloat, to stay on even ground with her, but she was very, how should I put it, commanding. I tried to shift the focus off of me. "What's yours?"

"Kinesiology," she replied. I had no idea what that was but I nodded like I did anyways. She was lying on the end of the couch, facing me, with her legs out in front of her. I sat on the opposite end, leaning on to the back, my feet inches from her own. "It's the study of physical movement," she said, guessing correctly that I was confused, and pulled her legs up towards her. She kept one leg on the couch and dropped the other to the ground, stretching her thin shorts so that they only covered the thin space between her legs and nothing more. "The ways your muscles contract and expand. What happens in the heat of aerobic activity. That sort of thing." She brought her drink to her lips, taking a long sip while staring at me the whole time. I'm impressed; I put a shit-load of liquor into that drink. "I'm sure you've learned a lot of that stuff in anatomy." It was a coy comment, but her lips made no movement to smile and her body showed no signs of laughter. I had no idea what to make of it. I'd never met anyone like this. Her words told me nothing and her body language, even less. I'm usually good at reading people, but this was ridiculous. I needed another drink.

I stood up and moved to walk past her to get to the kitchen but she put her hand out, stopping me. "Sit down," she said, and I dutifully obeyed. She stared at me for a moment and then began to look a little irritated. "Are you going to make your move or do I have to do it for you?" I just stared at her blankly; maybe I had a few too many drinks.

"What?" I replied. She rolled her eyes again.

"Jesus Christ, you're such an amateur." Ouch. "First you stare at my chest: A little rude, but at least successful in portraying your interest. Then you try to get me drunk by putting a ridiculous amount of everclear in this drink." She took another gulp and squinted at the taste. "Which you have done successfully also. Now I am all horny and all you have to do is stop making bullshit comments and make your move." Is she really saying what I think she is saying or am I just imagining this? She stared at me a moment more and seemed to get angry. "For the love of God, Ian!" She put her drink on the table and stood up, straightening out her shorts. She grabbed hold of my hand and pulled me behind her as she walked into the hall. Hmm, I guess she was serious. I felt like I was at a strip club being led to the lap dance booths. She was all business too. It was a little frightening. She led me through a door into a room with only a little light coming from a tiny desk lamp in the corner and tossed me onto the bed. This was awesome. Before I could even adjust to my surroundings, she ripped her shirt off and climbed on top of me. Whatever, adjusting can wait.

***

As the sensations started to wear off, I pulled out of Tracy's mouth and stumbled backwards clumsily. Opening my eyes, I could see the mysterious Asian girl grinning from cheek to cheek and chuckling. Tracy also stood up with a big smile on her face, with a thin line of jisz trailing down her chin. The beautiful Asian stepped out of the shower and placed one hand on Tracy's side turning her so they were face to face and, seeing the spillage, stuck out her tongue and ran it up Tracy's chin, licking up my sperm. With an agreeable expression she smiled at me and swallowed. Dear God, who is this girl?

Completely spent, I collapsed onto the toilet seat, exhausted. I glanced over at the two naked smiling girls and laughed. "Jesus Christ," I said, "What a fuckin day." The super hot Asian approached and stood before me. She was amazing. My mind flooded with all the dirty things I wanted to do to her, once the strength returned to my limbs. Her face was a picture of loveliness, with the best facial characteristics of the orient and of the Americas. Her eyes were only very slightly slant and her structure hinted that she definitely had mixed blood in her. Her shoulders were narrow and her arms were slender and perfect. Her breasts were magnificent and hung perfect on her petite frame. And petite she was, maybe only 5'2" with a very narrow waist and hips that led down to short, but very sexy legs. Like I said before, she had no fat on her and her muscle was apparent in her stomach as well as other places because she was so skinny. Some people may think that unhealthy but it was so attractive to me, I nearly cried. Even her snatch was pretty with puffy outer lips covering the treasure inside.

She slowly stepped over my outstretched legs and sat down firmly on my lap, trapping my still slightly firm penis between us. This whole situation seemed familiar and my mind briefly flashed to this morning with Janelle. Before saying anything she seemed to blush a little bit and wrapped her small delicate hand around my mammoth dick. She squeezed it lightly and then stronger and then started stroking it clumsily. She obviously was less of a pro than the other girls I've had today but it's not like you can be that bad at playing with a dick. It still felt great. She slightly opened her lips and I half-expected to hear a shrill, "Me love you long time," but she spoke without an accent in a very feminine and American voice.

"I'm Kendra," she said, and started laughing a little while glancing towards Tracy who washing out her mouth with water from the sink. "Sorry about the shock," she mused, "We just get off on fucking with guys like that." I smiled back at her.

"No complaints here," I replied. "I'll take a blowjob in any shape or form."

"Well," Tracy started, "I'm gonna go get something to drink. I'll be right back." She opened the door and then, turning back to see Kendra playing with my dick, smiled. "In about 20 minutes." Kendra looked down at my penis and shook it a little more before standing up.

"Want to get in the shower with me?" she asked, cool as possible. Who were these people, honestly? My dick was already starting to come back to life, and even though my muscles burned with exhaustion, the fatigue couldn't kill my desire for pussy.

"OK," I said, struggling to stand, "Bring the pain."

***

I hugged her tightly just because I relished the feeling of tits pressed against my chest. We kissed savagely and I could finally start to feel the alcohol surging through my veins. I closed my eyes as we rolled around on the bed and started to get the spins. It wasn't too bad but it was enough for me to slow down a little. I rolled her over to the head of the bed and pushed my arms straight, lifting my body over her. For the first time she looked docile and non-pensive. I knew it wouldn't last however, so I pulled off my shirt and laid back into her placing kisses over every square inch of exposed flesh I could see. She smelled like flowers and tasted just as sweet. The blood-red sheets were made of silk so she effortlessly slid around on them, even under the weight of my body. And then the thought occurred to me that I didn't even know her name. Fuckin A'!

As I slid an arm behind her, she arched her back, shoving a breast right into my face. Without even thinking I slid my tongue over the breast and began to suck on her nipple. She breathed sharply in and moaned loud and long, running a hand through my hair before pulling my face harder into her chest. I slid my free hand up across her side, gripping her writhing belly before traversing higher up her gorgeous frame. My fingers trespassed up the peak of her free breast and as my fingers grazed across her nipple she gasped and dug her nails into my back. God, this is the stuff that dreams are made of.

She quickly took control of the situation by flipping me over onto my back and straddling me. She lifted her body up and her ass was positioned right on top of my dick. I knew she could feel it. Smiling slightly but still looking a little pissed off somehow, she started rhythmically pumping her crotch against my painfully hard entrapped boner. I started lightly pushing up without even realizing it. She scooped up my hands and smashed them to her breasts again. Once I had a firm grip, she ran her hands through her hair, tilting her hand back and moaning. She pushed her breasts out into my squeezing palms while gyrating her crotch ever harder against my cock. The feeling was bittersweet, the pain of my entrapped dick detracting somewhat from the magic of the moment. That all changed almost instantaneously however as, in one fluid motion, she slid down my entire body and landed with her breasts on my legs and her face positioned right over my poor strained member. It was actually very impressive to see, she must have had practice. Anyway, with her face positioned over my bulge, she seemed intent still on teasing me by rubbing her cheek against the fabric of my jeans. She hopped up onto her knees causing her hair to cascade down over my abdomen, completely concealing her face from view. Then she went to work.

I couldn't see what she was doing but I felt everything. I could feel her running her tongue across the length of the bulge and I felt it when her hand massaged it through the fabric. I felt her teeth graze across the tip and I felt her gingerly bite down the shaft several times. I was beginning to ache for release. She reared her head back quickly, whipping her hair behind her once again and looked into my eyes. I loved those cold, merciless eyes. She knew that I was in pain and she enjoyed it. She was being such a bitch and it was making me so hot it was incredible. She slowly slid her hands up my thighs and snuck the tips of her fingers under the waistband. She pulled my jeans down about an inch as I reared up to help her before she popped the button and slowly undid the zipper. As she slowly pulled the jeans down a little more I could feel my engorged member slowly rise out of its confines and stand tall right in front of her. She stopped pulling my pants and wrapped one hand tentatively around my penis. Her grip was icy and it felt fantastic. I looked down at her and for the first time that night, I saw her grinning ear to ear.

***

It didn't seem to me like Kendra was much into taking a shower to get clean because within seconds of pulling the curtain shut, we were at it like bunnies. I wasn't either, for that matter, as my first manner of business was lifting her into me by her ass and plunging my tongue down her throat. Romantic eh? She wrapped her legs around my back and squeezed as she pulled my head into her wet embrace. The water was cool and refreshing and I could feel it tumbling down my back and past my hands as they kneaded her supple but muscular ass-cheeks. The shower wasn't that large but we used what we had. She pulled away momentarily to gasp for breath and I took the opportunity to mash my face into the lovely curve right between her breasts. I ran my tongue up the smooth flesh and almost instantly her hand was again grabbing at the back of my head, but pushing me instead into her chest.

Water cascaded down her glorious breasts in clear crystalline sheets as I ran my tongue in circles around her nipples. I repositioned her ass under one arm and used the other to squeeze her stomach to mine. This caused her back to arch slightly and display those breasts in even more beauty. She started panting and running her hand through my hair as I continued. My mouth closed around one nipple and began sucking. Her other hand was holding onto my shoulder, trying to steady herself in my arms. I quickly moved to the other breast next, flicking my tongue over her nipple before again latching onto it like a hungry baby. She moaned and pushed me harder into it so I knew I was doing something right. I sucked harder and she pushed harder until my face was so flat against her breasts that I could barely breathe. "Uuuuuh," she squealed, "Fuck me now." Fair enough.

I didn't know how to do it in these enclosed quarters but she motioned for me to put her down. As soon as she was standing again she pushed down on my shoulders, and told me to have a seat. I was relieved, considering how tired I was becoming...again. I fell down against the side of the shower stall and she straddled me shortly after. The water from the showerhead hit her back and came running over her shoulders and down her breasts. Her hair was shiny and wet and hung in loose strands across her face, causing her look even more exotic and gorgeous than before. She looked into my face, her mouth open and breathing heavy, water dripping from her bottom lip, and dropped to one knee on my side. Without ever looking away I felt her hand pull my cock up straight and slide against her opening. She leaned into me and bit her lip down as she set down her other knee and accepted my dick into her slick pussy. Oh God, she was tight.

I relaxed against the wall as she accommodated to my girth. She gasped in and gritted her teeth as she took it in slowly. This was one part of sex that was getting a little old. I mean, this body was great and everything but did the Pimp-Fairy really need to give me the cock of a goddamn horse. I hadn't found one girl that was able to take this damn thing in one shot and this whole adjustment phase was kind of aggravating. I realized the necessity of it, and certainly didn't want to hurt these girls, but a smaller one would have done fine. It was fun to show off though. Maybe I should get a new one through surgery and mount this thing on the wall or something to show my kids. Hehehe, I'm so twisted.

She sunk down a little further and placed her hands on my shoulders, settling into a slow rhythm. She pulled out a little bit and lowered slightly, only to repeat the motion. I looked down to see the skin of her tight hole pulling around the thickness of my dick as she pulled off and I set my head back against the wall. I gingerly placed my hands on her ass cheeks and gave her some help with her movements. At that moment, I could scarcely believe that I lost my virginity that very morning. As Kendra ground up and down my member, creating such pleasurable sensations, it almost seemed trivial to me. It felt fantastic, mind you, but who was this girl? She was beautiful, yes, but I almost felt like the sex was missing something and I couldn't figure out what it was. Maybe 7 times in one day is a few too many. I closed my eyes.

***

His cock was so big that I was surprised that my feelings had switched from pain to pleasure this quickly. It was incredible what he was doing to me without even trying. I don't know what was up with this boy but I can't remember ever being so hot for a male in my life. When Tracy pulled away that shower curtain, I don't know who was surprised more, him or me. I am always nervous about displaying myself in front of these guys Tracy brings home but she gets such a kick out of it and it's funny enough that I do it anyways. But this kid was strange. As soon as I saw his face, I knew he was, in some way, special. Such a great body and this dick, holy shit! Oh God, he feels so good. His hands tenderly squeezed my ass, making my entire body tingle. And he's not even thrusting against me but I can't remember ever feeling such overwhelming sensations. I guess size does matter.

"Jesus Cameron, you don't know what you're doing to me." I quickened my pace as his size was no longer a problem and I could feel my climax swiftly approaching. My hands seemed to reach for his chest on their own and I leaned into him as I continued bouncing on that huge cock. I know I should slow down and enjoy myself but something beyond me forced me to keep going and I couldn't seem to get enough from him. I can't understand it, but even though I feel the beginnings of the most powerful orgasm of my life, I still want more. I bounced a few more times and leaned in against the wall behind him. My breasts pressed against his face and I could feel his 5 0'clock shadow tickling my nipples. Oh, Jesus Christ, I'm gonna cum! "Oh God, Oh God.....Cameron I'm cumming!" My pelvis exploded and my fluids lubricated his still rock hard member. I kept trying to fuck him but my body shook with my orgasm making continued movement almost impossible. I started to see stars and for a second, I almost think I blacked out from the sensations. Warm feelings of pleasure washed over me as I slowly regained control of my own body and started gyrating against his still-hard dick again. I can barely believe he hasn't cum yet. I stopped for a second to catch my breath and Cameron made a soft purring noise that is just so sexy. "Hmmmm baby, are you almost there?" His face displayed no sign of intelligent thought and his closed eyelids fluttered. "Cameron?" Still nothing. "Cameron....Are you asleep!" He purred again and I sat up in disbelief. Holy shit, the asshole fell asleep.

***

"Oh yeah baby, just like that." This girl was a champ at suckin' the dick. The feel of her velvety mouth causing friction over my cock, her skilled tongue touching all the right spots, her lips tickling the hair at the base, was almost too much to bear. I pushed up my upper body and leaned back on my arms to watch the show. As her head bobbed up and down my shaft, I pulled her hair over to one side so I could watch her work. Her cheeks were impacted and she used her entire body in the movement, rippling her back with each descent. She looked up into my eyes and she smiled, grazing her teeth over the crown. I shook from the sudden twitch and she seemed to laugh as she sunk down again. If she wasn't doing such a good job otherwise, I would've slapped her for that. She ran her hand over my thigh and up my stomach and started rubbing my belly. Just the touch of her satin skin against mine felt like heaven. She pulled up so that just the head of my penis was engulfed and spent some time just slipping her hot wet tongue around the tip, staring into my face. Saliva dribbled from her sensual lips down my shaft, coating it with a wet sheen. Oh god, girls like these really know what tongues are for.

She took out my dick momentarily from her mouth and lightly slapped it against her cheek several times. She then placed the head against her closed lips and blew softly, causing me to shiver. Without a blink she opened her mouth slightly and slid in my quivering member slowly. I sighed heavily as I felt my dick come between those rose-colored lips, the heat of her mouth and tongue intoxicating me. I breathed out sharply as she took more of me in, running her tongue down the underside of my shaft, and I nearly came when I felt my dick contact the back of her throat and slip effortlessly down the soft surface. She breathed out and the heat of her breath tingled my cock all along its entire length. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better she withdrew once more and instead, took both balls into her mouth. I was hesitant at first but when she started humming, I couldn't think of a better idea. The wonderful vibrations started firing up my spine as my dick rested on her cheek. This sight, in conjunction with everything she was doing, was moving me ever closer to the edge. I could feel myself getting close, and my engorged cock twitched slightly in expectancy. I should've told her and was about too, when she obviously noticed it as well and withdrew completely. "Not quite yet," she whispered, "not until I've had my fun."

She planted her hands closer to me as she slid forward, her face brushing against my cock as she advanced. I could feel my dick slide into the nape of her neck and then slide into the narrow crevice between her breasts as she slid even further up my body. She started planting kisses up my stomach as she repositioned her hands, while continuing her trek up my torso. I placed my hands on her back softly and let her soft skin slither through my tentative fingers as she continued moving. I recognized the passing of my dick over her rib cage and then the velvety smooth contours of her stomach as my hands settled over the fabric covering her muscular ass. Her tongue sensually crept out of her mouth and traced a straight line for my lips as it traveled over my pec. Oh God, was this for real? She stopped momentarily and snuggled her face into my shoulder as I suddenly felt her cotton shorts against my member. She pushed up her body a little further so that her entire frame rested on mine and my cock slipped through her tight sensual thighs. I began kneeding her ass cheeks together when her lips met mine, and we began to make out once again. We kissed long and passionately before she pulled away and a strange sensation of bliss crept over me as I slowly opened my eyes and beheld her beauty. She was again smiling and I struggled to get used to this dramatic change of manner. "You ready for me hunny?" I only had to nod a reply for her to understand just how ready I was. She laid back down against my chest and whispered into my ear, "Take off my shorts, and I'll show you how ready I am."

I snuck my fingers under the waistband of those cotton shorts, grabbing her bare ass cheeks with both hands. She responded by moaning and starting to pump her pelvis against me. I raised my wrists and the waistband slid softly over my hands to just blow her ass cheeks. She stopped gyrating just long enough for me to push them further so that they slid down to her knees. She sucked on my nipple as she kicked backwards, shucking off the shorts, and I immediately became aware of her arousal as the intense heat of her wet pussy started emanating towards my cock. She slowly, agonizingly lowered her pelvis onto mine and I felt the tip of my member contact the hot wet lips of her pussy. This slight touch caused me to moan and her to gasp. "Oh God Ian, I want you so bad." She lowered her pussy lower but instead of slipping into her snatch, I slid below it, and her cunt lips snaked over the top edge of my dick leaving a trail of precum down the entire length until she rested on my body. She was still working on my nipple and I grazed my hands over her back. I grabbed my cock, trying to pull her up slightly to aim at her entrance but she surprised me by pulling her self up to a sitting position on my lap. I took in my first sight of her beautiful pussy and almost wept. This suspense was painful. It was completely shaved clean except for the shape of a tiny heart perched above her extremely wet puffy lips. I could feel the heat radiating off of her and some juice started to leak onto my abs. She smiled at me as I positioned my hands on her waist. I love the feel of a woman's skin. "First things first," she said.

She reached for and grabbed my right wrist, pulling it above my head as she leaned forward over me. I resisted slightly in confusion. "Relax baby, trust me." I unwillingly released the tension on my muscle in confusion and could feel it contact the bed-post behind me. If I'd have realized what she was doing, I probably would have stopped her but I was mesmerized by the beautiful jugs the hung and swung from side to side just inches above my face. I was transfixed. It only became apparent what she was up to when I felt the silken handkerchief snap into a tight knot around my wrist, securing me to the bedpost. I snapped out of my daze as visions of "Basic Instinct penetrated my pleasurable fantasy. Oh no. "Wait a second Tra....(Wait, she wasn't Tracy)...um, whoever you are, I'm not really sure about this." The tits fell into my face and away as she dropped back onto my lap, pouting.

"Why the hell not?" she quipped. I feared that she might again become the uber bitch that I saw earlier but this was strange.

"I guess I'm just not into being tied up is all." She smiled and cupped her breasts with both hands. She lifted one to her mouth and started licking it while her other hand darted behind her to wrap around my cock. Oh God....Inhibitions lowering.

"You don't know what you're missing," she whispered, starting to pump my cock. "You have no idea about all the naughty things I would have done to you." As my pleasure rose, the devil on my shoulder started bitching me out for being a coward. "Pleeeeeeease," she whined and scooted back until her ass contacted my dick. She leaned forward until her face was an inch above mine and, staring into my eyes, began to grind her wet pussy lip against the upperside of my dick.

"Oh shit," I gasped, arching my back. It almost felt as good as the real thing and I tried to thrust against her before she suddenly stopped. She lowered her face onto mine and kissed me before softly withdrawing and smirking. She had control now and she knew it.

"Shit, tie me up." I said, and the angel on my other shoulder frowned before his red brother shoved a pitchfork into his stomach. How was I going to enter church knowing that a complete stranger tied me to her bed and had her way with me. "Pretty easily," I thought, as her breasts again resumed their post, swinging in front of my face. My other wrist was securely tied and I felt the cold sensation that is total vulnerability. She smiled as she sat back examining my hands and scooted back until she lay on top of me once again, her ass pressed back against my painfully hard cock. She started to slowly gyrate against me one more time as she leaned her head against mine and started to suck on my ear. "Thank you," she whispered, and the smell of her perfume invaded my nostrils, dissolving any thoughts not regarding this beautiful creature. She raised her crotch slightly and reached back and secured her fingers around my member. The suspense was so high that just the touch of her delicate hand made my heart start pounding faster. She stroked me once and whispered into my ear again. She spoke slowly, emphasizing each word. "Tell me how bad you want to stick this hard fat cock into my tight wet pussy."

Despite my eagerness, all I could manage was a desperate sounding, "Oh God please," and she starting tonguing my ear once more as she pulled my dick up to her opening. I felt my dick contact her amazingly hot lips, and some of her juices dripped onto my cock and dribbled down the shaft. She put pressure on her body and I could feel her lips parting slightly as my cockhead pushed in a centimeter, and then an inch. "Oh God yes," I moaned, ecstacy firing through me in waves. "Yes," she seconded, "I want this dick so bad." Suddenly, one of the doors out in the hallway slammed and I heard a female voice mutter "Motherfucker" under her breath as she stamped down the hallway. Just as suddenly, my girl slid off the bed, patting me on the belly before telling me to "wait a sec" and walking towards the door.

"Nooo," I yelled as she walked away. I couldn't believe her stupid curiosity was outweighing her lust. As she slid through the crack in the door to follow her quarry down the hall, I felt all of the built-up magic of the situation fizzle and die. I began to weep. My dick was still rock hard and I burned for release. I couldn't even do it myself with my fucking hands tied. The room was silent and dark and I had no idea what the fuck was going on. Such is my life.

***

I woke up with the shower still raining down upon my lap. "Holy Shit," I said aloud, struggling to regain my footing on the slippery shower floor. I was always impressed by my ability to fall asleep almost anywhere but during sex was a stretch, even for me. I climbed to my feet and took a few turns in the shower before turning it off. I pulled the curtain away and walked out, lifting a towel off of the rack. I started to dry myself off and realized that I had no idea how long I had been asleep. I looked at my hands. Hmmm, pretty wrinkly. I'm gonna say about 20 minutes, maybe more. You build up skill like this when passing out in the bathtub becomes commonplace. Like I said, I can fall asleep anywhere.

I picked up my shirt and slung it over my shoulder as I pulled my jeans on for what I hoped was the last time today. It was quiet, too quiet, and I wondered what had happened to everyone. I heard a girl scream, and then another, and narrowed down both sounds to be coming from a door to my left. "Oh Fuck!" I heard a girl yell and then another screamed in what was quite evidently the throws of passion. Jesus Christ, what the fuck was going on in there?

I pushed open the door slowly to reveal a macabre scene that seemed to be more out of the movie "Eyes Wide Shut" than of reality. Ian was lying on the bed with his hands tied to the bedpost and was straddled by two other girls. Some extremely hot brunette chick was sitting on his face, thrusting lightly against his mouth, while the cute asian sat hunched over, whining in bliss, as she rode his cock. Thirdly, Tracy was kneeling behind Kendra with a strap-on, fucking her in the ass. My God! I had always seen DP's in the movies but never actually thought they were possible by the average girl. My mouth stood agape as I watched them in action from the tiny crack in the door. They all looked extremely greasy too and I noticed a bottle of vegetable oil on the bedside desk. Good Lord, what was wrong with these girls? And I thought I was too consumed with sex. Needless to say, I was a bit surprised at seeing this large mass of flesh writhing in pleasure, but what was more surprising is that my dick wasn't. I mean, I'm not going to lie and say that I didn't feel a slight stirring but the actual urge to get in there and start pounding away wasn't there. I guess I'd finally reached that point where enough was enough, at least for one day. I arched my back, cracking it a few times, and pushed the door close again. I need a drink.

As I walked out into the main room, the TV was on and I could hear Joe Cocker singing "The Wonder Years" theme song. "Fuckin' A" I said aloud. This was the best show to get high and watch. I still remember one time when I smoked 7 joints in quick succession while watching an episode and I actually turned into Fred Savage inside the show. It was fucked up. Let me tell you though, his dad is seriously scary face-to-face.

I poured what was rest of the everclear into a cup of orange juice and sat down to watch Fred, noticing from the clock that it was around 9 o'clock. Just then I heard the creaking of the door and Tracy walked into the room, still naked and wearing a strap-on. As she strode into the room, the huge rubber dick swung from side to side and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Well, look who finally woke up," she said with a smile, walking into the kitchen. "Tell me something Cameron, who the hell falls asleep during sex?" Heh, she's one to talk. Who the hell walks around an apartment wearing nothing but a strap-on dildo?

"I know, I know," I replied, wiping my face with my hands and stretching out. "I honestly don't know why I'm so tired." I'm such a liar. "I think I need to just get some more sleep tonight." That, however, was not a lie. Tracy just nodded and smiled. "Speaking of which, we should be going soon, is Ian almost done in there?"

"Ian's been done twice already," she said. "He can't possibly keep this up much longer." She unhooked the strap-on and tossed it onto the counter. It shook like a jello cup. She walked over to where I was sitting and stood in front of me, naked as the day she was born. Her tan skin glowed in the low light and her breasts shown out like they were unearthly. I glanced at her pussy and could feel the life returning to my penis. She pulled back her hair, watching me, watching her. Despite my best efforts, I really wanted to fuck her again. I guess enough wasn't enough, at least not yet. She stepped over my legs and sat down upon my lap. "However will we pass the time?" she giggled.

***

"Oh God, Oh shit baby! Yeah, yeah, just like that. Shove that cock deep inside my pussy. Oh God Ian, harder!" I liked this oriental chick, she was spunky. I grabbed her hard around the waist and pulled back fiercely, her ass crashing into me. Jesus, I had cum so many times in the last hour that I barely even felt it. Sweet deal, now it's their turns. The Asian hottie was laid in front of me, pelvis elevated on several pillows, moaning into the bed scraping her nails across the red silk sheets as I pounded into her from behind. Whenever she did retain the control enough to move, her attention was used to tongue the still nameless goddess lying on her back in front of her, playing with her clitty and moaning with the same magnitude. My God, I love these girls. Can this bet any better? Just then, it did. The Asian started screaming and I felt her pussy contract hard over my sheathed cock over and over. The ripples of sensation were short and quick and her whole body spasmed under my grip. After she finished, I started to slow down a little, breathing heavily. Sex is a lot of work.

I slowly pulled out of her, her juices flowing out of the new opening and running down her leg. Still trying to catch my breath, I glanced at the brunette in front of me. She opened her eyes just as I looked upon her and she bit her bottom lip and whined. She was panting and her finger was quickly stroking her clit while the index of her other hand was busy darting in and out of the well-lubricated hole. Her tits were flushed and elevated slightly with each passing breath. She pulled up her legs to her body and started patting her lips "Mmmm," she moaned, "My turn again?" her gaze lowered to my cock and she licked her lips. My cock twitched with interest and I unconsciously squeezed the hot Oriental's ass that I still held in my hands. "C'mon," she added, "I want some more."

I lightly pushed the Asian to the side and she fell onto her back, smiling and staring at the ceiling. She looked extremely content and exhaled heavily while running her hands over her stomach. I scooted up on my knees closer to where the brunette sat perched against the head-board. Grabbing her outstretched leg, I pulled her body down in front of me, forcing her again onto her back. I scooted up the rest of the way in between her legs and she quickly wrapped her thighs about my waist, pulling me so that my dick skirted just past her hole and came to rest just above her pussy lips. "Oh jesus, please fuck me." It seems that both of us were well past foreplay, so I wasted no time. I quickly leaned over her so that my face was only inches above hers and straightened my legs. Her legs were still wrapped around my back when I reached down to position my dick and when I pushed into her, her thighs clamped down so hard my back seemed to break in half. I immediately settled into the motion and my dick felt so good that I quickly picked up the pace. Because of her squeezing I couldn't pull out so I continually rammed her pelvis into the bed as hard as possible. She wrapped her arms about my neck and moaned like the dirty slut she was as I worked her over. When I opened my eyes I saw that she was staring intently at me and I leaned in for a kiss. When my lips touched hers, It was if electricity surged through me and I started bucking like a wild animal. I felt her arms and legs tighten around me even stronger and her pussy started twitching. I thrusted faster and as soon as I felt her fluids start to release, I released my own deep inside of her for the third time that night. I pushed as hard as I could and felt physical pleasure the caliber of which I can't even describe. The girl let out a scream like she was dying and a single tear rolled down her face as her cum rushed around my throbbing cock. Her eyes closed fast and I arms went slack as I collapsed on top of her.

A time passed before I felt her legs loosen and I rolled off of her to the right, onto my back. I turned my head to my left, and the oriental smiled at me. I turned my head back to the right and the brunette smiled at me as well and draped her leg over mine. Heh, fuck Cam, who's Mr. Irresistible now?

***

What do girls do to themselves to make them taste so good? They smell awesome also but that's just perfume. I got that one. I don't get this taste thing though. Tracy almost tasted like strawberries, only not. I didn't think it was toothpaste, but lip-balm seemed a perfectly understandable answer. But did she just put it on again or...something. And I don't think she was using a lip-balm roller to coat her tits, and they were yummy too. What a total fucking mystery.

I buried my face into her tits while fondling each with my palms. Her smell and taste were intoxicating and as I began to pinch her nipples, I felt my manhood start rising, pulsing with my heartbeat. Honest to god, I don't know why any man would ever need viagra with women like these around. I broke free and laid back on the plush leather chair. God I love this chair. She noticed the bulge in my pants and laughed, before stepping off of me. "Let's get these off of you shall we?" she said. As she stood up, I felt like I noticed her again for the first time. Her raven black hair, tumbling down her back, her piercing green eyes. Her wonderful soft breasts, hanging slightly off of her chest. Her abs rippled as she stepped off and her lips, both above and below, glistened sexily. She dropped to her knees in front of me and her tits bounced twice. She was reaching for my fly when she saw me staring at her chest and she laughed. "They're real if you were wondering," she said.

"They're incredible" I replied. I didn't care whether they were real or not, just as long as they were in front of me. She pulled down my zipper and button and I stood up in front of her as she pulled down my pants and boxers. My cock flew out, just missing her face, and she giggled.

"I keep forgetting how huge this thing is," she laughed, pulling down my pants to the ground. I stepped out of them and reclined back in the chair and she scooted up in between my knees. She started slowly pumping my dick, producing my low groans of pleasure, before speaking. She looked in my eyes, slightly confused. "Who are you Cam?" What? Didn't she just answer herself? I'm confused.

"Umm...Cameron," I replied. She kept staring at me and I grew uncomfortable. "What do you mean?" Did she want a last name or something?

"How do you do it?" she persisted, while still jacking me off. She looked at my dick and sunk her mouth down upon it. Oh Jesus. She slid her hot lips down and then immediately came off it again. "Why is it.." she began, before starting to lick up and down my shaft, "That all I want is to suck this dick? I don't even like sucking dick!" Oh no, she was on to me. I had to think of something clever, something to change the subject.

"Maybe you just haven't sucked the right dick yet." Somebody needs to slap me. The words rolled so effortlessly out of my mouth that, at that moment, I seriously wondered how humanity had gotten so far with people like me around. She didn't smile but instead stood up in front of me. She placed one hand on my chest, pushing me back. She sat on top of me, knees to my sides and flicked the lever on the side of the chair, causing the bottom to spring out and my back to fly down menacingly fast. Tracy fell upon me, her face just inches from mine, her hair cascading down past me.

She started planting kisses all over my face and her tits lightly brushed my chest as they swung from side to side. She held herself up with one arm and I felt the other hand slid down my abs and wrap around my cock. She lowered her pelvis and started to slide my dick tip around the wet heat of her snatch. "Why is it Cam..." she quickly stuck her tongue into my mouth and then quickly broke the kiss by pulling back on my hair violently. "That all I can think about is fucking this cock?" She slid down, allowing my penis to penetrate her about an inch or so. Her eyes closed slowly and her lips shivered. I felt a slight trickling of pussy juice slide down my dick and then she lowered herself the rest of the way, allowing her pelvis to rest on mine. I wrapped my arms around her back and pulled her close, feeling her tits squeeze tight against my chest. I felt her velvety skin sliding against mine and her long sensual arms wrap around my back. I held her close like that for a long time, thrusting very lightly and slowly while she purred softly into my ear. Whereas the other encounters of today were fast and urgent, this was much more relaxed, and I liked it. I focused all of my attention on my pleasure and the soft sliding, in and out, felt absolutely spectacular. My hands grazed her skin, traveling past her thin midsection, and then I gripped her ass with both hands, starting to knead the soft flesh, feeling the muscles twitch ever-so-slightly with my thrusts. I felt her tongue start swirling in my ear and then she whispered softly into my ear, "I told you I would make it last."

Just as she spoke these words I felt a slight tremble in her pussy and she started rocking against me. She started sucking on my ear and rubbing her tits harder against my chest. I grabbed her ass and started thrusting a little harder and faster, pushing her pelvis violently into me so that every inch of me was buried inside her. She started to moan against me as I pumped her and the contractions started coming, one after another. My dick felt so wonderful that I couldn't stop thrusting, had I even wanted to. I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her tightly to me as my cock rammed into her again and again. Her juices flowed around my penis and coated my balls. I was just beginning to think she was never going to stop before she finally settled down and released my ear. I stopped thrusting for just a moment, and she pushed up onto her thighs in front of me. She looked at me smiling and I started fondling her breasts unconsciously. They just felt so good. She noticed my attention to her fabulous titties and a smile of inspiration spread across her face. "I know what you want," she said and immediately stood up off of me, my dick chilled by the air like a swimmer emerging from a hot-tub. What the fuck? Whatever I did want, it wasn't this.

She ran to the kitchen and grabbed another bottle of oil from a cabinet. How much of that shit do they have? Returning to the living room, she poured a small amount onto her chest and started smearing it around with her other hand. It dribbled down her stomach and her beautiful body started to glisten in the warm light. She set the bottle down and gave my dick a few strokes, lubing it up as well. "Get up," she said. As I stood up in front of her, she laid down onto the carpet and beckoned me to my knees, straddling her. "If you like my titties so much, why don't you see how they really feel." Oh God yes! I dropped to knees around her and my dick fell against her chest right in between her lovely breasts. Grabbing up a pillow to prop up her head, Tracy pushed her breasts around my cock, almost enveloping it. She started massaging them into each other around my cock and lightly started flicking my tip with her tongue. I felt the animal urge to fuck coming over me once again and I started rocking gently between her breasts.

Titty-fucking is great. This might have been the high point of my day. I started thrusting and Tracy opened her mouth, swallowing up my dick as it pushed through her tits. The oil was a great lubricant and the friction it created felt...well...orgasmic. I started building up a quick pace, and the slurpy sound of her tits around my dick spurred me on. I pushed away her hands and started grasping and squeezing the flesh of her breasts as I fucked them. I pushed them together eagerly until they almost felt like a glove over my cock. Tracy's mouth was awesome too. Every time my dick flew in, her tongue swirled around it in the brief moment before it was released. I started panting from the exertion and felt a monstrous ejaculation building up. I had never wanted to cum so badly in my entire life. I started thrusting against her tits as fast as I could and the inevitable moment finally arrived. Just before I came I grabbed my dick with one hand and pulled her face up to it with the other. I started jerking and half-yelled as I came like a goddamn horse. I fired repeatedly across her face, plastering her open lips, her nose, and all across her cheeks. It started dribbling down her chin even as I fired again and again, my orgasm still screaming through me. She closed her eyes as streams of jisz fell across them and started licking around her lips to clear some of it. Finally my cock twitched no longer and the cum stopped flowing. Observing her face, it was hard to believe that all of that had come from my balls. This dick was unreal. She started wiping the cum from her eyes and looked up at me angrily. "What is it about cumming on a girl's face that you men like so much." She motioned for me to get off and she ran to the kitchen to clean herself off. I started laughing. "You could have at least warned me asshole!"

***

Ten minutes later, I was again clothed, content, and quite ready to go but passionate screams kept emanating from the room down the hall. Tracy was still naked and sat on my lap stroking my cock through my jeans. Honestly, I could barely feel the thing anymore. After a few more minutes of Fred Savage whining about Winny (It was a bad episode), I started to get bored and decided to pull the car around while I waited. I wanted a joint so badly, I could practically taste it. I lifted Tracy off of my lap and stood up, stretching as I did. I slowly meandered towards the door, as I made my goodbye's to Tracy. They were surprisingly casual, considering. "Oh, by the way, could you tell Ian to just walk down whenever he finishes up?"

"Sure," she replied, walking towards me, those beautiful hips swaying as she moved. She looked so incredibly hot. Her breasts jiggled slightly with each step and she accentuated every move. This girl definitely knew how to work her shit. She stepped up to me, looking sad, and hugged me. "Can't you stay a little bit longer, please?" I could feel my resolve melting in her embrace but I really didn't want to stay there any longer. Not only was my dick an inch away from falling off, but it felt weird to end up fucking complete strangers on the day you lost your virginity. I needed some time to let all of this shit sink in. With reluctance, I broke off the hug.

"I can't," was my strong retort. Her eyes were so beautiful and her stare was penetrating.

"Are you sure I can't change your mind?" She stood on her toes and pressed into me, kissing me deep. One hand wrapped around my back and one settled on my quickly growing crotch. I couldn't help but kiss her back and I placed my hands on her hips, rubbing up and down her soft naked flesh. I felt my resolve waning, and maybe it would have failed, if not for what happened next.

The door quickly opened, only about 5 feet away, and there stood a powerfully built man in a wife-beater. His expression changed to rage as he looked at me and the word "shit" softly left the lips of Tracy. I knew I was fucked but before I could even step back, his arm flew and my face exploded. I managed to keep my footing as I recoiled from the force of his blow but nothing seemed to make sense. "What the fuck!" I heard him yell and out the corner of my busted-ass vision I could see him rapidly approaching. Before I could gather my wits, He brought his fist down hard across my temple and I hit the carpet. After the second punch, I was in a daze. Trying to scramble to my feet on the ground felt like swimming and formulating an intelligent thought was damn near impossible. I could hear Tracy screaming in the background as I started getting vision trails. He picked me up by the back of my shirt with one hand and tossed me against the wall. He started screaming at Tracy and me as he laid into my chest. I caught only the words "fuck" and "cheating" but even in my near-unconscious state it was easy to deduce who he was. He laid a fist into my stomach and the air was driven from my lungs as I collapsed onto the ground, wheezing for breath. "Get up you fucking pussy!" He kicked me hard in the stomach and I struggled just to get a single breath.

I curled my legs to my stomach just as I heard a loud crack and the man's body collapsed onto the floor in front of me. I heard a massive ringing in my ears and I groggily looked up to see Ian wielding a large piece of the wooden bed-frame still tied to his hand. He quickly undid the knot, tossing the club onto the floor and stooped to help me to my feet.

"C'mon Cam, get up. It's time to leave," he frantically panted, and practically carried me over to the recliner. He dropped me in it and ran back to the room he was in, probably for his clothes. Tracy appeared in front of me and her form swirled around and turned into three separate Tracy's in front of me. They said something that I couldn't understand and each placed a hand on my cheek. Just as the Tracys were starting to rejoin into one, Ian came bolting back down the hall, pulling his shoes on.

I started to stand but nearly fell over in my dizziness. Ian grabbed my arm and swung it over his shoulder to stabilize me. He quickly said something to Tracy and she ran and opened the door. He quickly ushered me out of the apartment and out into the black night.

Chapter 7 - "You must choose, but choose wisely."

After we reached the car, Ian took the wheel and it only took a minute or two for things to start to make sense again. My head hurt like hell though and right eye felt like it was on fire. The fact that Ian kept glancing at me and cringing didn't help either.

"Dude, who the hell was that guy?" Ian probed. I stared at him momentarily, in disbelief that he hadn't guessed it already.

"Who the hell do you think man? Tracy's boyfriend," I replied. I dropped down the passenger mirror and examined my face. Jesus, he might not have struck blood but my eye was as big as Pakistan and it looked like my cheek had a run-in with a disc-sander. "And Tracy's boyfriend hits hard." I suddenly realized that Ian practically saved me a hospital visit. I looked over at him but he seemed to be concentrating on the road. "Dude, if you weren't there..."

"Cam, shut the fuck up, you'd do the same for me," he cut me off. I guess neither of us were big on thank you's. He smiled after a while. "But wasn't it worth it?" I examined my face in the mirror once more. I actually didn't think that the last half-hour was the high point of my day, but then again, I didn't have a foursome and instead got the piss kicked out of me.

"Hell yeah," I lied, "Good times." Ian exhaled heavily while leaning back into his seat before a smile spread across his face as if he recalled something.

"So what's this about you falling asleep while fucking Kendra?" He laughed.

"Dude, just shut up." I guess it was kind of fucked up but still.

"You know, you were probably so tired because you're so fat and out of shape."

"Ian, shut up." He started to laugh.

"Actually, that dude probably..."

"Shut the fuck up!"

An easy silence settled in the car once Ian quit laughing. I laid my face against the window, letting the cold condensation heal my eye. Out of the corner of my vision, I saw the distant shape of a Krispy Kreme and I exchanged meaningful glances with Ian. " I know you want some doughnuts," he said. My stomach growled.

"Make it happen."

***

We didn't speak much for the rest of the ride home. Not because we had nothing to say, but because we were too busy trying to crush two-dozen glazed doughnuts. I kept replaying the day's events in my head and decided on sticking to high school girls for a while. The college girls were great, even though they were complete whores, but they seemed a little cheeky and their boyfriends were huge and scary. They also seemed to be completely professional when it came to sex where as the other girls still clung to thin strands of innocence and childhood. Some guys might prefer pro's, namely Ian, but I preferred girls more at my level. Maybe because I could relate to them more, maybe because I was in the same boat as they were, or maybe just because their boyfriends were less dangerous, but something about them made them more desirable.

After we got to Ian's house, I took the wheel and started to drive home. We both agreed that that was enough excitement for one day. However, the closer I got to my house, the more I started thinking that a little more excitement might be OK. At first, I just wanted to go to sleep but the more I thought about it, the more the idea of a little sleep-over appealed to me. I've had sex multiple times today, but the romantic inside me still wondered what it would be like to lie next to a beautiful woman and hold her in my arms as I drifted away into unconsciousness. I had every intention of fucking before that mind you, but it would be more of like an added perk rather than something new. The only question was which one to choose. I reached for my backpack and started fishing for the phone numbers I'd collected. They'd all told me to call them tonight but I wasn't much in the mood for an orgy. Maybe tomorrow.

The first number I found was Janelle's and memories of my first feminine encounter flooded my senses. Of all the sex I'd had today, I would have to say that it was the best with her. I could have been because she was my first, or because we were in a public bathroom, or a million other reasons but the whole excitement of that encounter drove me wild. The one thing I loved about Janelle the most was her carefree attitude and the way she laughed. Our sex wasn't just physically incredible, but also fun and mentally satisfying. Secondly, her looks are interesting as hell. Janelle has something going for her that I like to call the Claire Danes effect. Claire Danes is not only drop dead gorgeous, but there is something about her looks that that is just sublimely interesting. Whenever I see her in a movie, I love looking at her for her body alone but she becomes even more radiant when her lips curl with a strange smile or she gets a curious look on her face. The movie cover of "Brokedown Palace" illustrates this perfectly. There is just something about her that truly captivates me. Gwyneth Paltrow has this as well. Although sometimes she can appear plain, other times she's hot as hell. It's something that is completely normal but extraordinary at the same time. It's something that just makes you want to stare at them and figure out what it is that makes them so beautiful. Supermodels are gorgeous (arguably) but they're boring to look at sometimes. There is something fascinating about Claire and about Gwyneth and the same is true for Janelle.

Also Janelle has this incredible body going for her. Most girls, I think, are too thin, if anything. They look at magazines and see the afore-mentioned boring models and try to emulate that same look. Janelle is, by no means, fat, but she has enough meat on her to cover up her otherwise jutting bones with sensual curves. I don't want to see a girl's rib cage or hip-bones sticking out, that's just gross. Some guys like it but it's not for me. I prefer girls that don't look like they're from starving third world countries, thank you. Janelle's looks and attitude combined with the strange Claire Danes effect make her a very viable choice, but let's consider the other candidates.

Next up, I found the number for Sasha. Ahh, Sasha Yimin, my wet dream for four years running now. I like Sasha for a bunch of reasons. First and foremost, she's a cheerleader and I think I could convince her to wear that thing over here. That skirt is so hot. A close second to this would have to be her attitude though. Sasha plays the role of a slut to perfection and many people at school look down on her for this. I don't, and I'll tell you why. Sasha looks like a slut. She can't help it, but she just does. I don't know what it is, but some girls just have a look that practically spells out "slut" as clearly as the fucking scarlet letter. Girls like this only have two options. They can either fall into the part, be they sluts or not, or deny it. Now there is a lot of honor in denying it, but then you're automatically labeled as a tease, which is not much better than a slut. So even though Sasha is a slut, she does it very well. She comes across sexy as well and I want to bang her, so job well done. She doesn't even pretend to lie about it. Plus, she sucks a mean dick. I know I said before that I liked girls that weren't professionals but I'll make an exception for Sasha and her talented tongue. It gives me shivers just thinking about it. Lastly, she has an ass to die for and I'm an ass man. Enough said.

The next number I grabbed was Amber and Jules, both on the same sheet. This made me realize, for the first time, that every girl I've had sex with today was bisexual. Janelle with Sasha, Amber with Jules, and Tracy with Kendra and that other chick. How weird is that? Anyways, what gets me turned on about Amber is that she has the whole independent woman thing kicking. Just from her athleticism and attitude, you can tell that she can take care of herself. Now this is extremely hot to me. A girl like that knows how to take initiatives and get shit done. And her body, good lord. An athletic toned body such as hers that still carries a decent rack is second in sheer beauty to nothing. God, just remembering her in that sports bra, all sweaty and panting and Jules. Jules has a great friskiness and I love her petite frame. I like girls that are smaller than me and Jules body size is perfect. Plus she had some nice titties.

So it all came down to this. Who would it be: Janelle, Sasha, Jules, or Amber? It really was a tough decision to make. On top of them, I had numbers for a large portion of my class, many of them quite fuckable. There were always the girls from psych as well: Cara, Shannon from next door, and my long time love Stacey. They all had various things about them that made them equally attractive, although their virginity was a question. I wasn't in the mood to get smacked anymore tonight. So who was it gonna be? The question plagued me the entire car ride home, but as I pulled up to my house, the answer stood right in front of me. As I looked upon her, it became deadly clear that it was she that I wanted. How could something so obvious now have been so troubling five minutes ago? As I pulled up and glanced over at her, her expression softened and she smiled. Something about the whole moment just felt right. I turned off the car and shoved my phone back into my pocket. I wasn't going to need to call anyone tonight. I grinned at my good-fortune. Time for Mr.Irresistible to work his shit.

Who's the girl? This question I will leave up to you, the readers. Drop me an email telling me who you think should be there waiting for Cameron and after two weeks, I'll tally up the number of votes and put the winner in the next chapter. Feel free to choose whomever you want. Who knows, if you come up with a really interesting suggestion, I may just use that instead. So send me your take and I'll put it to good use. Thanks for reading my little blurb, feedback is very welcome and appreciated.