High school reunion
written by:
promqueen

Tom and I were getting ready to leave. I was wearing a skimpy black dress with a hint of a matching black bra which barely covered my gorgeous breasts. Underneath, I was wearing a pair of red bikini panties. I would be looking for the right opportunity to flash these to the occasional former classmate, letting them know I was a desirable as ever while still unavailable for any of them. They might catch a glance, but only to (wet) dream about.

As prom queen and the prettiest girl in my class, or even entire school (except for possibly my younger sister, Janice), I had been pursued by all the guys. I had only ever dated Steve, the high-school quarterback, then I had met Tom, now my husband, and we had been "the item" since my senior year and through college when we became Mr and Mrs Tom Mitchell.

We were meant for each other. Me the beauty queen and him the all around athlete. He is a younger, taller, 6 foot 1 inch, version of Tom Cruise and I'm a slightly taller version of Megan Fox - 5'8" (33C,23,32, dark hair, long legs, a "killer ass" as Tom puts it, a body men would die for. Had Tom and I not gotten married when we did, I'm sure I would have been a future Miss Ohio. Probably Miss America. People have always told me I have movie-star good looks. As it is now, my younger sister Janice will probably take the Miss Ohio crown. She's every bit as beautiful as I am.

Ten years since I had graduated high school and tonight was my tenth year reunion. Not that I have much in common with most of them, but it would be nice to see a few of them again and to let them know I was still prom queen material.

We got into the car and began the drive to the hotel ballroom where the reunion was being held. Same location our senior prom had been.

Tom looked over at me approvingly. "You're such a knock-out. I can only imagine what the guys in your class will be thinking when they catch a glance of you."

"I may let them catch a glance of something else, if it's OK with you?"

Tom liked me being a bit of a tease.

"It makes me hot just thinking about what those guys will think if they see anything. You keep this up and I'll have to stop and fuck you before we get there," he said, slipping his hand under my skirt and working his fingers under the edge of my panties.

His fingers felt nice. "Better quit that or I'll be flashing a pair of wet panties." I teased.

I had been a bit of a tease throughout high school. As the prettiest girl in my class, the guys were always trying to get me to go out with them and the few I dated always wanted a bit more. Third base was as far as any had ever gotten, although I had touched a guy once and he came before I ever realized he was even ready.

Well tonight, one or two might catch a glimpse, but that would be all. Anything more was reserved for Tom.

After parking in the hotel garage, we went to the ballroom, got our name-tags and started looking for some of our old friends. Tom had graduated two years before me, but he did know quite a few people from my class, especially anyone who had played sports, since Tom was a four letter man.

Almost immediately we ran into Cindi. She had been a casual friend of mine, but had had the hots for Tom. He had even dated her a bit and I'm pretty sure he had gotten into her panties, although I had never asked him about it.

"Tom, Jill - you guys still look just the same."

"Hi Cindi. You look look great too." was Tom's reply.

We hugged each other and had began to chat when Tom saw someone he knew and excused himself. "You girls catch up. I'll be right back." He said as he walked away.

At the same time, Cindi noticed someone else she wanted to see. "We'll chat later," she said as she walked away, leaving me by myself.

Thinking nothing of it, I walked over to the bar and got a coke mixer and found a place to sit for a few minutes.

The chair I sat in was a softer than I had expected and I sunk into it a bit deeper than I wanted, my ass lower and knees higher than normal.

Someone I didn't recognize walked over said hello, extending his hand. I looked at him blankly. He looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place the face to a name. I leaned forward to extend my hand and get a closer look at his name tag. As I reached to take his hand, I spread my legs just enough to give him a glimpse of my legs and panties.

Donald Drake, Duck-Duck as we had called him. Donald was a decent guy but definitely not my type. A member of the geek squad, he was extremely smart and nice enough, just not someone who a girl like me would ever find attractive. He was shorted than me, maybe 5'5" or 5'6" but not athletic and not that attractive, certainly not Prom King material, as Tom was. He had even asked me out once and my public refusal had probably left him somewhat embarrassed. He never asked me again.

"Go ahead, look, but don't ever think you'll see any more than this." I thought as I held my legs open long enough to give him a good view of my scantily covered pussy. "It'll give him something nice to think about when he's beating off later." I said to myself.

"You still look great." was all he could manage, never much of a conservationist. "We'll have to get together sometime and talk old times."

"Sure." I replied as I closed my legs and stood - he'd seen enough - "Maybe later?" I said as I walked off leaving him there alone.

I had noticed Steve Coleman, the quarterback and the only one of the guys I dated (before Tom) who had gotten to third base. I had hoped to see him again.

"Hi Steve" I said as I walked up to him.

"Jill! Nice to see you again." He hugged me close to him. It was more than just your "Nice to see you again hug." He held me close and squeezed my butt.

"Steve!" I said laughingly, pulling away, somewhat embarrassed.

"Sorry Jill. I just had to catch a feel of that gorgeous ass of yours." he said, laughing. "You still have movie-star good looks and a greek-goddess body. Here, let me get you a drink."

"That's OK, I have one here somewhere." I replied, realizing I had left it on a table next to the chair I had been sitting in.

Looking over and seeing it had already been collected by the staff, "But you can get me another." I said as I took his hand and accompanied him to the bar.

I sat on a stool. He sat next to me. We both ordered a drink. I turned my stool from the bar so I was facing him, spreading my legs just enough to give him a peak up my short skirt.

As we chatted, I noticed his eyes glancing frequently at my legs and decided to give him a show. Twisting in my chair to look over my shoulder, I spread my legs wide. "I wonder where Tom got off to." I said continuing to look. When I turned back I left my legs just slightly wider than before, affording a decent view, but still nowhere near what he had seen while I was turned. I was sure he had seen everything under my skirt. "You like my gorgeous ass? What do you think of that?" I thought to myself.

"He's over there. To the left of the entrance. Talking to Don Drake - duck-duck." Steve said. Motioning toward Tom and Donald.

I twisted around to see, once again spreading my legs and giving Steve another good look at my legs and scantily clad pussy.

"I wonder what he's doing with Donald?" I said.

"Don's the local chemist. Probably seeing if he can interest Tom in any of his compounds." Steve answered.

"Compounds?" I replied curiously, turning back toward Steve, noticing a distinct bulge at his crotch.

"Don grows weed. Good stuff, so I've heard. He and his brother are also known to 'compound' some designer stuff, designer coke, one coumpound they call "insatiable" or something. I've heard they have good stuff, although I've never tried any."

Between the alcohol and the noticing the obvious effect my legs-open displays were having on Steve, I was getting hornier than I had been on the drive over, when Tom was fingering me.

The bulge in Steve's pants intrigued me. Should I tease him more? Or should I just grab Tom and fuck him in the hotel garage? I decided I would give Tom a little while longer and tease Steve a little longer.

Putting my hand on Steve's knee, I leaned toward him, exposing my barely covered breasts to his glance. "Didn't Donald have a brother here too?" I asked in a low voice, watching for his reaction to my latest exposure.

"Two actually." Steve answered. "One older, probably near Tom's class and one about three years younger. That would have been your sister's class, right?"

Now I remembered. I had blown Donald off in his attempt to ask me out and my sister had done the same with his younger brother. Surprised Donald would even talk to me.

"Yeah, I forget his name, but I'm sure Janice would remember. I'll have to remember to tell her I saw Donald." Steve was staring intently down the top of my dress. The bulge in his pants noticeable even while sitting.

Just as I was deciding what to do with Steve next, Tom was at my shoulder.

"Oh, hi Steve." he said extending his hand. "How is everything?"

Steve shook Tom's hand and replied, "Things are great. Jill and I were just chatting about the Drake brothers. You were talking with Don. What's he been up to?"

I was sure Tom had noticed the bulge in Steve's pants. He playfully squeezed my shoulder to indicate everything was OK.

"Actually, Don has a room in the hotel. I'm going to go up to 'sample' a bit of what he's been up to, if you know what I mean?" Tom laughed. "Care to join me?"

"I'm good." Steve answered. I was pretty sure he would stick around as long as he thought he thought he could continue to glance at my scantily clad private parts.

Tom gave me a card. "Here's the room number. If I'm not back by the time you want, come up and get me."

I stuck the card in my clutch-purse.

Tom's only weakness was weed. He drank a bit, but he really enjoyed an occasional toke.

"I'll probably be up soon. I've already had two drinks. That's a lot for me. I don't want anyone taking advantage of me." I looked at Steve and winked. He winked back.

Tom was gone before I had finished the sentence.

"Want another?" Steve held his empty glass up to me.

"Just one more. I'm ready to pass out," I laughed. "I never have more than one. After that I tend to lose control or pass out." Usually I just get very horny, I thought to myself. Tom won't know what hit him when we get back to our place. If we make it that far before I screw his brains out.

Steve got us each another drink.

The bulge in his pants appeared to have subsided. I was wondering if I should tease him a bit more, or just politely take a sip and then go looking for Tom. I wanted to get back home. This reunion was a drag and I wanted to be back at home, fucking Tom.

"Let's walk a bit." Steve stood and offered me his hand.

Twisting around on the stool to take his hand, I once again spread my legs and exposed my barely covered and now slightly moist pussy to him. He was obviously waiting for me to expose myself. I hesitated enough to give him a very good view before standing and asking "Where should we go?"

"Somewhere a bit more private." He answered as he led me out the door and down the hallway.

After a moment of walking, he pushed open a door and led me into a lounge area. There was a couch, a few chairs and a TV. It was dimly lit, but not dark. Most of the light was from the TV, which you could barely hear.

"This is one of the break-out rooms," he said. "I've attended a few conferences at this hotel. They use these rooms for small session discussions."

Steve sat down on the couch and pulled me down next to him.

As I turned to look at him, he leaned toward me and kissed me.

I pulled back. "I think you have the wrong idea," I exclaimed, "I thought we were going somewhere quiet to talk."

"Still the ultimate tease," Steve laughed. "Sorry, but I had an idea you might be ready for more than just talk."

"What do you mean?" I asked innocently, as if I had no idea what my earlier teasing might have indicated.

"You mean you had no idea that you just teased me repeatedly with open displays of your breasts and panties?" He looked puzzled.

I looked down. "Well, I might have tried to see if I could get a reaction. But I wasn't really trying to get you so worked up you would attack me." I joked, attempting to diffuse the situation a bit.

"No harm done." Steve replied. "You can flash me all you want. Nothing better than glimpsing a beautiful girl's scantily covered pussy, unless it's putting your tongue in it."

"Steve!" I playfully slapped his hand. But the idea of his tongue in my pussy was not an unpleasant one. I was getting wet again.

I looked at the TV as if I was interested in what was on.

Sensing I wasn't really angry, Steve placed his hand on my leg. I let it remain there as I continued staring at the TV.

We were both pretending to be interested in the TV. Slowly, Steve began inching his hand up my leg.

I remained still. He continued moving his hand, inching it up my leg. It was now beginning to move under my short skirt.

"This is actually a pretty good series," he said, nodding toward the TV. "Have you seen any of it?" His fingers were at my panties.

"I think I've seen parts of it. I'm not sure. I don't watch much TV." He was attempting to get his fingers inside my panties. I was getting excited. My panties were moist. I was willing to let him finger me, but would not allow it to go any further than that.

His left arm still on the couch behind my head, he now had the fingers of his right hand inside my panties and was beginning to fondle my pussy.

TV forgotten, I moaned slightly and slid down into the couch. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to enjoy his manipulations. I was hot.

"Did you mean what you said earlier?" I asked quietly.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"About putting your tongue in it?"

In a moment Steve had removed his hand from inside my dress and was on his knees in front of me, reaching under my dress with both hands. I offered no resistance. I lifted my butt to allow him to easily pull my panties down from my legs and off my feet. I'm not sure, but I believe he put them in his pocket.

His tongue was licking my inner thigh. He was mouthing his way up to my pussy. I squirmed in anticipation.

After a few anticipatory moments, during which I was getting wetter and wetter, his mouth reached my private parts, his breath warming and wetting me even more.

I almost screamed out when he touched my clitty with his tongue. It was like a small jolt of electricity.

He kept licking at me without licking in me. I realized he was teasing me and reached forward to pull his face closer to my crotch. I heard him laugh a bit as he began licking and eating me in earnest.

I began thrusting my hips onto his face to meet each stroke of his tongue.

Steve sensed it wouldn't be long until I came and continued flicking my clitty. Flick, flick, pause. Flick, flick, pause. I was going crazy in anticipation. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled his entire face to my pussy. "Eat me. Eat me. I want to cum. I need to cum. Please!" He wouldn't let me cum.

Just as I was ready to pull the hair from his head, he pulled his head from between my legs. He looked at me and asked, "How do you like being teased?"

"It's no fun." I said, remembering how I had once let him get to third base and then stopped him. I reached toward him, attempting to pull his face back between my legs. "Eat me. I want you to make me cum!"

He moved further away and stood up. "You're not going to let me fuck you are you? Why should I get you off?"

I looked at him. He was right, I wasn't going to let him fuck me. At the same time, I was begging him with my eyes to get back on his knees and finish eating me. "But I want to cum." I whimpered.

"I think it's time we went back to the ballroom." He reached for my hand.

I refused his offer. I got up and stalked out the room without him.

================================================

Damn him, I thought. I'm going to find Tom and we'll go fuck in the garage. Or maybe in a "break-out" room. Somewhere. Anywhere. I wanted to be fucked. I needed to cum.

I remembered the card and pulled it from my purse. 1515. I walked toward the elevator.

Donald responded to my knock on the door. "Oh, hi Jill. Come in. Tom's over there."

I looked over to see Tom, sitting in a chair, a joint in his hand.

He waived me over. "Jill, this is some good shit. We gotta get a stash." He was higher than I was drunk.

He pulled me closer to him. "Seriously. I've never had anything like this. These guys are chemist geniuses. They do things no one else can. We can't leave without a good stash. Pay him whatever he wants."

"Tom, I have like $20-$30 dollars in my purse. I can't imagine that will buy much of a stash." I laughed.

"They have other stuff too. Pills and stuff. Try something. Give them anything they want. We can owe them"

Tom was fading fast. It would be a very difficult just to get him home like this. Damn. No fucking for a while. My pussy was still throbbing.

Might as well wait a few minutes and see if he comes to. I plopped myself on the couch next to his chair.

"Sorry. He wanted to try the good stuff. I told him it was potent. Would you like a drink? Want to try something." Donald came over and looked at me sitting on, or rather, in the couch.

"I'm really not a weed person." I replied. "And I've already had way too much to drink. Neither of us is fit to drive home. We can go back downstairs if you don't want us waiting here?" I offered.

"You're no problem for me. Stay as long as you want." He was still standing there, just staring down at me.

About then, I noticed the case on the table. A fairly large, dull chrome case, bigger than a briefcase, maybe a small suitcase.

"What's in that?" I asked, mostly to break the silence, but I was a bit curious. Donald had still not mastered the art of conversation.

"Oh - that's the goods - our stuff. You interested?" he asked, pulling the table closer, so I could inspect the case.

"Well, as I said, I'm not into weed, but Tom wants some. So I better get him a stash. What else do you have?" As I leaned forward to look into the case, I realized my legs were spread, once again giving Donald a peek at my scantily covered pussy. Oh well, I decided, he'd seen my panties earlier, when we were still down in the ballroom. Another Kodak moment for him to remember when he wanks himself off later.

The case was divided into compartments. I could tell the compartments that contained weed, but there were several compartments that contained capsules or pills, that I could see were not weed.

I leaned toward the table, realizing Donald was staring directly under my dress at my legs and panties. I was also aware that he could easily see down the top of my dress at my barely covered breasts too. What the hell, I thought, he may as well beat off thinking about me tonight. I leaned in closer giving him a full shot into my dress top and spreading my legs even wider. I was more than a bit too drunk.

"What do you have besides weed?" I asked.

He picked up a small bottle, opened it a took out a very small capsule. Almost round. Tiny, clear but slightly blue in color.

"This will perk you up." he said, handing me the capsule. "Have you ever experienced coke?"

"Yeah, once several years back." Tom and I had tried it at a party, but had never used again. It was OK, but Tom was a weed person. I did remember that when we made love later that evening, after the coke, it had been exceptionally good. The sensations were heightened. Everything kind of amplified. I handed the capsule back to him.

He continued, "Well this stuff is better than coke. It's different, yet still provides a similar intensification of physical feelings. Once you try this, coke will seem like kool-aide. Go ahead, you can have it." he said, leaving it in my hand.

"You sure this is safe?" I asked. "I'm already over my limit on alcohol and I still need to get Tom home."

"You'll be fine. This is nothing like alcohol. It will actually help make you feel sober. Besides," he continued, "Tom will be awake in another hour or two. That weed is potent, but fairly short-lived." He handed me a glass of water. I swallowed the pill. He was still staring between my legs.

It was then I realized that I hadn't put my panties back on after Steve had taken them off. Hell, I didn't even know where they were! All this time, I had been revealing much more than just my panties. He had been staring directly at my fully exposed recently-trimmed landing strip.

I tried to close my legs, but realized in my current leaning forward position, it would be difficult to close them without appearing very awkward. I would need to either lean back again or get up. I leaned back and closed both my eyes and my legs.

I sat there with my eyes shut for several minutes, trying to relax. I was still somewhat worked up from Steve's oral manipulations and was hoping Tom would wake up and take me home and satisfy my cravings. After a little while I could feel a wave of relaxation sweeping through my body. Not just relaxation, but also a surge of energy. I was no longer feeling too drunk to do much of anything.

I opened my eyes. Donald was still standing there staring at me. My legs were once again spread slightly. I closed them. Looking up at him, I noticed a bulge in his pants. His bulge appeared to be quite a bit bigger than Steve's.

Not bothering to divert his eyes from my legs, he offered, "How's your sister doing?"

"Oh she's doing just fine. She's working in her final year of college."

"That's nice." Donald answered. "You know my brother David asked her to senior Prom?"

"Now that I think about it, I think she did mention that." I replied. I remember her mentioning how she had embarrassed him in front of a crowd of people by laughing at the thought of going to prom with him.

I was starting to feel good. More alert, yet relaxed. I was much more aware of the things around me, my senses were heightened, just as Donald had said they would be.

I also realized, my lack of sexual satisfaction had me in a state of heightened arousal. Had I been wearing my panties, they would be getting moist again. I was afraid I might stain my dress with my vaginal juices.

Trying to get my mind off the state of my continuing arousal, I inquired, "So Don, Steve says he wants some of the weed you had let him sample. How much for a nice stash?"

He pulled plastic container from the case and handed it to me. "It's custom grown. Designer. Our chemist came up with it and we grow it. You won't find anything else like it. Anywhere. I'll let you have it for $250."

"Are you serious? $250? Tom has never paid anywhere near that for weed." I returned the container to him. I noticed the enormous bulge in the front of his pants. "What a shame," I thought, such nice equipment and he probably has to beat off in order to get satisfied. Either that or pay for it.

Tom had said he really wanted the weed. "Give him whatever he wants."

"Seriously, Don. $250? Can't we work something out?"

"I'm sure we can. What do you have to offer?" was his immediate response.

"No, no. Don't even think about it. We're not going there. I'm not having sex with you for weed." What did he think I was, anyway.

"Who said anything about having sex? But I really would like to get a closer view of what you've been flashing all evening."

"I'm sorry. It wasn't intentional. This dress is just too short. I wasn't advertising or offering anything for sale, if that's what you think."

"You asked if we could work something out? I would like very much to see you naked. To gently touch your gorgeous prom-queen body. Nothing more than that. And I've already seen most of what I'll see if you allow me to undress you."

"You'll give me the stash if I undress?"

"You heard what I said." was his response.

He had already seen my boobs and pussy. What would it hurt if I let him see me naked?

"OK" I said as I reached behind and unzipped my dress, "But just look." I let my dress fall to the floor, standing there in only my skimpy black bra.

He stepped toward me. "Turn around," he instructed.

I turned my back to him. He moved even closer and undid my bra. I let it slide down my arms and fall to the floor.

He patted my ass.

"Hey, no sex, remember." I said impatiently, while waiting for him to see enough so I could get dressed.

"I said I wanted to touch you. You agreed."

"OK, you can touch. You said gently. No slapping or spanking. And don't think you can go any farther." I should have specified a time limit. "How much longer?"

He turned me around toward him. I felt like I was on display. Actually, I was on display. It was a bit exciting to be fully exposed to him and know he could not do anything more than look and maybe touch a boob.

He reached out and touched my breast. It tingled. My breasts had always been somewhat sensitive, but this felt unlike anything I had ever felt before. He touched the other one. I shivered, almost in anticipation of him touching me again.

He leaned forward and kissed my breast, taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking it gently. I started to pull away, but it felt so pleasurable I was content to let him suck my boob for a few moments.

I felt my sense of arousal increasing. I was actually enjoying having him suck my breast. I stood there, threw my head back, and thrust my breasts out to him to suck on as he pleased.

This was great. I was tingling as never before from having my breasts sucked. I didn't want it to end.

After a few minutes of his sucking my boobs, I realized that he had moved his hand between my legs, to my pussy - his fingers beginning a gentle manipulation of my vulva. I started to pull away, but once again, the feeling of sexual arousal was so intensified I couldn't.

"Hey," I said half-heartedly, "That's about enough touching."

He was sucking my breasts and using his tongue to manipulate my nipples. His finger was inside me. I couldn't stop him. I wanted him to finger me. It felt so good. My vagina was flooding.

He moved me to the couch and I fell back onto it. Trembling in anticipation of what might come next.

My legs were spread a bit. He kneeled, spread them a bit wider, pushed his face to my crotch and where just a minute before he had been using his fingers, he began manipulating my pussy with his tongue.

I was on fire. I was no longer drunk. I didn't feel drugged. It was simply that each pleasurable feeling I experienced was magnified a hundred-fold. I was being brain-fucked by the drug. I was experiencing feelings I didn't think were possible. Even though it was with Donald, I was enjoying it. More than enjoying it. I was loving it! What would it be like to have this experience with Tom? I knew that I would, but for now, didn't want this experience to end.

Donald raised his head from my pussy. My vulva was fully engorged and I hadn't cum yet.

"This isn't going to be like with Steve," I said to myself. "He can't stop. I won't let him". I whimpered "No. Don't stop." He stood, took my hand, pulled me to my feet and led me to the bedroom. I didn't object.

He led me to the bed. I sat down on it, my legs spread in anticipation. Once again, he kneeled on the floor between them. I eagerly awaited his tongue.

"Do you want me to make you cum?" he asked.

"Of course." I answered. "Eat me. Please make me cum." I was sure that just as with Steve I could stop him from fucking me and I wanted sexual release. I needed to cum.

"Only if I can tie you."

I had never been tied before and didn't know what to expect. But we were in a hotel room and not out in the wilds somewhere. I was sure someone would hear if I screamed. I was fairly sure he wasn't going to strangle me or anything like that. After all, this was Donald Drake. And, I wanted to, make that needed to, cum.

"OK", I said, "Tie me up. But nothing kinky. And you have to untie me as soon as we're done, or whenever I say. - and you have to make me cum. No stopping before I cum." I wanted him to get back to eating me - to making me cum.

He went to the dresser and got out a length of rope. In a few minutes my hands were bound together and tied to the bed-frame.

Without another word, he kneeled between my legs and his mouth was once again at my pussy, his tongue probing my womanly cavity.

This time, the feelings in my pussy were amplified even more than they had been earlier and after a few minutes of his oral manipulations I could feel I was going to cum.

"Oh, Oh OHHH." I strained against the ties holding my arms. I thrust my pussy toward his mouth.

Then it happened. It was an explosion of pleasure that shook my entire body. I had never had an orgasm like that. "Oh, Oh, Oh. God yes. I'm cumming. I'm cummmmming." I convulsed. It seemed to last forever. I was sure I had experienced heaven on earth.

"Oh my God, that was wonderful." I gushed.

He had gotten up after my orgasm. He stood up and started undressing. I was thoroughly satisfied now. I didn't want him fucking me.

"OK, that's enough. Time to untie me. You've touched me enough for the night."

He returned to the bed and kneeled over me. I saw his fully erect penis hovering above my womanhood. It was bigger than any I had ever seen before. He lowered himself to me. I felt his erect penis touch my vagina. He began to stroke my vaginal opening with his cock. As soon as he touched my pussy lips, I knew I would be able to cum again. I had never recovered from such an intense orgasm that quickly. Actually I had never before experienced an orgasm that intense, but had always required a few minutes before I was ready again. Usually Tom came either before I did or as just as I did, so the idea of multiple orgasms wasn't one I was very familiar with. However as Donald began to gently stroke the entrance to my pussy with his enormous member, I was sure I would cum again.

What was happening to me. Here I was with a guy I would normally ignore, letting him see me naked and even eat me and now I was considering letting him fuck me?

"Do you want me to continue? He asked. His cock was still touching the entrance to my pussy. He was not fucking me, just teasing my cunt with his cock. With each touch I became more aroused. He gently began inserting himself into me, then stopped to see what my reaction would be.

The sensation of him beginning to penetrate me was more than I could take. It felt soo nice.

"OK, I finally answered, "but be quick. And Tom can never find out about this."

He continued inserting his enormous cock into me. God, this felt so good. Don't ever stop fucking me. He stopped and pulled out.

I looked at him. What was the matter? Don't you want to fuck me? I didn't know what to think.

"One more thing," he went back to the dresser and returned with a scarf. He tied it around my eyes. I started to protest, but decided in the end I would give in anyway, so best to let it be. Now, just fuck me - make me cum again, I thought.

He began a slow probe of my womanly cavity. Push in a bit. Pull out. Then in a bit further. It was probably a good thing he did it this way. He might have hurt me if he had just plunged his enormous cock into me.

I came before he was fully inside me. I came again when he was. It was another mind and body experience unlike anything I was used to.

He began a slow piston-like in-out motion. I continued cumming and cumming. I didn't know and didn't care what he did as long as he was doing it inside me. I was fully aware of his penis plunging in and out, but I was cumming so frequently, it didn't matter if or when he finished up with me. I didn't care if he went all night.

After a while I felt him increase the intensity of his thrusts and was sure he was going to cum. I didn't need to try to cum with him. I was still cumming over and over. He emptied himself into me as I came for probably the tenth or twelfth time of the night. While I wasn't happy he had emptied into me, I was just a bit sad that it was over. I had cum repeatedly, but was still sure I could cum more.

Donald pulled out. He moved away and then returned and I felt him once again slide between my still spread legs.

Once again his cock was at the opening to my pussy and once again he was teasing me by refusing to plunge into me. I thrust my pussy toward his cock, encouraging him to fuck me more.

I heard a noise from another part of the room. Oh no, had Tom woken up and come to see where I was?

"What's going on? Who else is here? Tom?" I asked.

Donald removed the scarf from my eyes. It wasn't him between my legs. It was someone I didn't recognize.

"You remember my brother David, don't you?" Donald replied. "We figured you could help to make up for the embarrassment your sister caused him when she refused his offer to take her to the prom."

"Wait! I didn't agree to this. You can't let your brother come in here and have me. Untie me before I scream."

By now David had placed his penis at the entrance to my pussy. He gently inserted it an inch or so and slowly pulled out. He inserted it again. It felt so good. I knew I wanted to cum again.

He asked, "Do you want me to stop?"

What was happening to me? This was a guy I normally wouldn't even notice. I would never let him touch me. He was a kid. My little sister had turned him down for a date. I was the Prom Queen. He wasn't even court jester material.

My body answered for me as I gently thrust my pussy onto his penis.

"You didn't answer me" he said. "I don't want you accusing me of attacking you."

His penis was gently tweaking the entrance to my pussy, making me hotter and hotter. There was no turning back now. I wanted to be fucked again.

"I won't." I responded.

"OK," he replied, "Now what is it you want?" he teased, continuing his shallow penetrations of my pussy, each time pulling out before getting in very far.

I was beyond rational, I needed to have him insert his massive cock into me. I wanted to cum again. I wanted him inside me.

"Just fuck me, OK?" I said a bit angrily, once again thrusting my hips toward his member, attempting to coax him inside my hungry pussy. If my hands weren't tied, I would choke the life from his skinny throat.

"You sure?" he asked as he reached down and tweaked my breast. God, even that felt heavenly. What was in that drug?

"Yes, it's fine." I answered, "Please, just fuck me. Make me cum." I could hardly believe what I was saying, but I was desperate to have him inside me, making me cum again and again.

With that he responded. He slowly and methodically inserted his entire member into my womanly cavity, inch by inch. By the time he was fully inside, I had cum again. It was wonderful.

I have no idea how long we fucked. I know I came over and over. Each one just as good as the last or even the first. I remember calling out that I was cumming several times, begging him to keep fucking me. My own orgasms were so intense, I hadn't even noticed him reaching his peak and getting ready to cum. Finally, I felt him cum inside me. I knew he had cum when he was no longer thrusting into me.

As he came, I had another orgasm. I must have had over two dozen in total, between both Donald and David.

David got up. Donald came back over. I could see he was once again getting excited, his semi-erect penis swinging in front of him. It was the first time I really saw his penis. It was quite a specimen. Bigger than Tom's. Bigger than any I had ever seen before.

He stood by the bed, his semi-erection on display.

"Should I untie you, or would you like some more?" he asked matter-of-factly.

"Please untie me. My arms are cramping?" I replied.

He leaned over and began untying my bindings, his semi-erect member almost touching my face as he released my arms. I thought about kissing his cock, but dismissed the idea. I knew I wanted it inside me again.

I stretched my arms, attempting to regain full circulation. I continued to stare at his member.

"Maybe just a little more?" I said.

"A little more what?" was his response. They sure liked to tease me.

I couldn't believe myself. "A little more fucking." I replied as I once again lay back on the bed and spread my legs invitingly. "What's the magic word?" he teased.

I bit my tongue. "Please!"

"First, you'll have to get me ready. I'm not really hard yet."

"Just look at what I've got here waiting for you." I said, moving my hips slightly, thrusting my pussy toward him. "It was enough to get you hard before. It's enough to get anyone hard."

He twisted around, straddling my body with his head once again over my trimmed bush, his enourmous manhood swinging over my face. He positioned it at my mouth.

"No, no!" I exclaimed, "I'm not sucking you."

His face was already at my pussy, his tongue beginning it's snake-like licking and probing of my entrance. Small waves of please began to once again flood through my body. I wanted to cum yet again.

As he continued licking and probing my pussy, he slowly lowered his body until his penis was at my mouth. As the waves of pleasure continued to build, spreading throughout my most private area, it only seemed natural.

"OK, I'll suck you until you're erect. But don't cum in my mouth, OK?"

He grunted an approval into my pussy, and lowered hic cock to my half-open mouth. I opened my mouth and allowed him to stick hos cock in my mouth. I began by sucking on the head and very gradually allowing more and more penetration until finally I had taken in everything my mouth and throat could accommodate. In a few moments, my sucking of his cock had become background noise to what was happening between my thighs and buttocks. He had his tongue manipulating/tweaking my pussy insides and clitty, but he had also worked his hand beneath my ass and was beginning to probe at my butt hole with his finger. I had never been penetrated like this before. While disgusting to think about, this combination of assaults on those two most private cavities was even more sensational than merely eating me had been and I knew I would be cumming again soon. I sucked his cock harder and deeper, imploring him with my mouth to continue this double penetration of my cavities.

I was ready to cum. I knew this was going to be a big climax. My lips were mouthing his member, my hips thrusting toward his face. Just as my orgasm began to break and explode from my pussy/clitty throughout my entire body, I felt him getting ready to cum. The physical sensations I was feeling as I came prevented me from stopping so I let his penis remain in my mouth as I started my orgasm. My body convulsed as my orgasm pulsated throughout every fiber of my senses. He began cumming in my mouth. I pulled away, taking only the first burst of semen inside my mouth, the remaining surges of sperm shooting onto my face and tits.

"Hey, you said you wouldn't cum in my mouth." I started to push him off of me.

He got off and grabbed a towel. He began wiping the cum from my face and body. "I'm truly sorry." he replied. "I was sure I would be able to control it, but I guess I've never been sucked like that before. Especially not by someone like you. Sorry, it was not intentional."

I looked at his limp penis and realized that instead of my sucking making him hard, he was once again satisfied and would not be fucking me as he had promised. I could not believe I was still horney, but the mere act of his brushing the cum from my breasts made me tingle with anticipation.

He must have noticed my agitated confusion.

"I'm really sorry. I wanted so badly to fuck you again. But having my face planted in your private parts eating your pussy and playing with that wonderful ass of yours - it was more than I could take. If you still want to fuck, you can fuck him."

Startled, I looked around and saw someone I had never seen before, sitting in a chair in the bedroom.

I grabbed the towel Donald had given me to wipe his cum off and attempted to cover myself. "How long has he been there? Who is he? I didn't agree to this."

I looked closer. He appeared to be a older, middle aged man probably late 40's or maybe even early 50's. He wasn't bad looking. Sort of distinguished. Grey hair, a bit of a beard - trimmed, not scruffy. He was wearing a suit. When he stood, I noticed he was slightly taller than either Donald or David, probably around my height, 5'7" or 8. He was a bit overweight, but I wouldn't call him fat, at least he wasn't grotesquely overweight.

He walked over and extended his hand. "Hi, I'm Bjorn. I didn't mean to intrude but David told me Donald wanted to see me so I came over. My apologies for intruding. I want to say, you are a very beautiful woman. It's nice just to be able to observe you. Your body is outstanding. You could most easily be a swimsuit or underwear model."

At least he was well-mannered and polite. Not too bad looking either, for an older man.

I took his hand, "Hi Bjorn, I'm Jill. I've never considered modeling, but you're right, it's probably something I would be good at. Let me ask you - how old are you?"

"53" he answered as he began to unbuckle his belt. He then let his pants fall to the floor. Through his uderewar I could see the outline of another magnificent manly specimen.

He's older than my father, I thought to myself. Almost twice my age. This was ridiculous. It's not going to happen. No way. "No, that's OK, you can stay dressed. I'm going to get dressed myself." I started to protest. I was still attempting to cover myself with the towel.

He continued removing his underwear, revealing his very large, fully erect member. His was just as nice as Donald's. Maybe even a bit thicker, if that were possible.

He walked over to the edge of the bed. I had dropped the towel from my body and was just sitting there in my nakedness.

"At least touch it." he said, positioning himself right in front of me, his manhood extending such that it almost touched me.

I took it in my hand. It was rock hard. I was sure it would feel heavenly probing my still pulsating needy pussy. I knew I had a few more orgasms waiting to explode at any sign of penetration.

"Thanks for the offer, but I really should be getting dressed and checking on Tom." I reluctantly released his member and started looking around the room for my clothes.

"Tom's doing fine, chimed in Donald." He'll be sleeping for another 45 minutes or so. Possibly another hour.

Bjorn picked up my dress and brought it to the bed. "Here," he said, "I didn't notice any panties."

"That's OK," I said as I stood. "I haven't had any for a while." Bjorn held the dress for me to step into. I put my arms through it and slipped into it. He stepped behind me to zip me up. As he began to raise the zipper he stopped and inserted his hands inside the dress, reaching around and grabbing my breasts and starting a gentle tweaking of my nipples. Once again, small electrical pulses gently shook my entire body. I didn't protest. I just stood there enjoying this breast based stimulation. He continued with one hand as he lowered his other hand to my crotch and worked his fingers between my legs. I was going to protest this, but with the electrical surges continuing to shake my body, I quickly gave in and spread my legs enough for him to get his hand between my thighs and his fingers into my pussy.

As soon as his fingers found my pussy and began a gentle manipulation of my clitty I knew I was going to fuck this older man. Waves of anticipation rocked my insides, making me a bit weak, my legs buckled slightly.

Bjorn turned me so I was facing the bed. He raised my skirt and I could feel him attempting to manipulate himself into me from behind. Unconsciously, I began to spread my legs wider and bend forward slightly, allowing him complete access to my private parts from behind.

Somehow, I caught myself. Mildly protesting, I whimpered, "Wait. You're supposed to be helping me get dressed. I didn't say you could fuck me."

His response was to position himself between my legs and once again attempt to manipulate his member into my wet throbbing pussy lips. Inch by inch he probed my vaginal entrance. With each new probe my resolve melted more and more. Finally, I no longer questioned whether I wanted this distinguished older man fucking me. I was his for the taking.

Seeing I offered no additional resistance, he pushed me slightly forward so my hands were on the bed, affording him complete access to my well lubricated pussy lips, and continued his assault from the rear, stroking and plunging, each stroke probing my cavity deeper and deeper. Just as with Donald and David, I came before he had penetrated my cavity completely. He fucked me for quite a while. The old man and the prom-queen. I was once again cumming repeatedly, my "Ohhs" and "I'm CUMMING" echoing emptily in the room, mere manifestations of what was happening to me, what my body was experiencing, not professions of any sentiment or caring. There was no real love aside from the love of raw sexual sensation. The repeating orgasms rocking my body every few minutes. The feeling of knowing my body had taken over my mind and was driving me to some sort of unnatural sensory playground, from which I never wanted to return. None of this was passionate sex. At least not for me. It was raw and animalistic, a series of orgasms, one after the other. It didn't matter who was fucking me. There was no emotional attachment. It was simply a matter of cumming and cumming again, each orgasm an intense physical sensation. Each one assuring you there could never be one better. Followed by another proving you were wrong.

Bjorn eventually came, adding one more load of male juice deposited in my womb, filling my pussy with sperm for the third time that evening. The effects of the pill seemed as if they were wearing off. I stood leaning on the bed while Bjorn completed his post-ejaculation twinges, emptying himself completely inside me. It was more like an exhausted rest for me. Not unpleasant, but no longer the thrill I had experienced to each touch earlier. Afterward, we both dressed. Donald and David were nowhere to be seen. I walked out of the bedroom and noticed Tom had moved from the chair to the couch, yet still appeared to be asleep. God, I had completely forgotten about him. Don was sitting on the couch watching Tom. I can only imagine what would have happened if Tom had wandered into the bedroom while I was fucking Donald, David and Bjorn. But after all, it was to get him his weed, so it wasn't really my fault."Give him whatever he wants," he had said.

I looked at the clock. We had been "together" for over an hour and a half, going on two hours. Whatever had been in the blue capsule was by now pretty well worn off. I didn't feel hung-over or anything. In fact there didn't appear to be any after-effects. I felt almost the same as I had earlier except I was no longer horny. Far from it - I was totally satisfied. Tom wouldn't be getting lucky tonight. We could go home and both get some sleep. Maybe he could fuck me tomorrow.

Donald looked at Tom and said, "he'll be awake enough for us to get him to the car before much longer. He probably should only partake of that stuff when you're at home or somewhere you can spend the night whereever you are when he smokes it. It usually takes close to two hours to wear off. Very similar to the pill you took."

Donald gave me the weed for Tom. Then he handed me a pill similar to the clear blue one I had taken, but this one slightly orange.

"What's this?" I asked.

"Take that some time when you're alone with Tom. It's not as intense as what you experienced earlier tonight with the blue one and only lasts about half as long. But I'll guarantee you a memorable night. That is if Tom can keep up with you. If Tom's OK with it, you might consider a third person join you. Man or woman, you'll both enjoy it either way."

I took it from him, picked up my purse and put it inside. I noticed my phone was buzzing silently, indicating I had a message. I took it out. It was from a number I didn't recognize. The message was "Until next time". It had an attachment. When I played it I saw it was a video recording of David fucking me. I looked like a sex-starved whore. Arching my back to meet each of his thrusts into me, all the while moaning and screaming "Oh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming. - Fuck me - make me cum again!"

I looked at Donald. "You bastard. Give it to me. You better not even dream about sharing this. "

"Don't worry." he said. We just thought you might like a momento of the evening. We'll surely remember it."

"Look," he continued, "how about we work another deal? I'm sure that after you've had time to reflect on the experience tonight and have enjoyed an experience with that little orange capsule I gave you to use with Tom, you'll want more. Tom will undoubtedly want you to get more weed, and you'll want more pills. You can't buy this stuff anywhere else. It would cost you a fortune. Bjorn invented it and David and I compound it into pills. But we'll give you more weed and pills anytime you want, at no cost at all.

What's the catch?" I asked.

It's just that whenever you want more pills or weed, you agree to take one of the blue ones while you're here with us. If neither you or Tom ever want any more, you won't have to ever see us again. But if either you or Tom want weed or pills, those are our conditions."

"I'm pretty sure you'll want more of those pills once you have the experience with Tom, or someone, and I know Tom will want more of our weed. He'll probably want you to get more pills to experience with him, once you've tried one with him. So I imagine we'll be seeing you on a somewhat regular basis, but it's all your choice. My guess is we'll be seeing you soon."

"Regarding the video. It belongs to David. He determines what happens with it. He told me to tell you that if you want to get the original video and be assured there are no other copies that can ever be distributed - be sure to bring come back - and bring your sister. He wants to see Janice again and chat with her about that prom date refusal. We'll have a pill for her, too.

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I have seen Donald one more time since this. I wanted more stash and another orange pill. I did not bring Janice. Of course I had to take a blue pill while I was there. Leave it to Donald, he had another "surprise" for me, but I'm starting to get used to them. Having me write this story is just one additional condition he demanded, since I didn't bring Janice with me. He also insisted I write a story detailing my experience with Tom when I took the orange pill. I finally took it last week while we were at a small get-together with some friends. Things got a bit out of control before I was completely satisfied. I'm still a bit too embarrassed to write about it, but after this story I guess I can write about anything that happens.

He continues to insist David will release the video if I don't bring Janice with me next time I get pills and weed. He even gave me an orange pill for Janice. He said I should give it to her sometime when she's with Tom and I and I'm going to take one myself. Alternately, he suggested Janice and I could take one when we're simply with each other. I'm not sure about that. I've never thought of my little sister that way and I'm sure she hasn't either. My only experience with another girl was some kissing and touching that was part of a sorority initiation in college. While it was fun and somewhat exciting, it was over too soon and neither of us came.

I haven't decided what to do with Janice. On one hand, I don't want to be responsible for David extracting some sort of prom-date revenge on her. On the other, I would love to be with her sometime when we're both experiencing such incredible heightened sexuality. Regardless of Janice, I'm quite sure I'll be visiting Donald again. In spite of his insistence that I bring Janice with me, I'm sure I can get him to give me pills whenever I want. I know he lusts after me. There's no way he'll ever get another girl anywhere near as pretty, desirable or sexy as me. After all, I'm the prom queen. I can get men to do whatever I want.