Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  I abandoned the search for keys and placed both hands on the sides of her head, my fingers in her hair by her ears, and kissed her passionately. Tracey was pressed hard against the car, her head leaning back over the roof as our tongues caressed playfully. Her hands roamed all over my body, feeling the hard muscles under my shirt and squeezing my ass until she broke off the kiss with a desperate moan.

  “Get the keys!”

  I needed no further urging and soon retrieved them, unlocking the car and opening the back door to let Tracey inside. I climbed in after her and reached forward to press the lock down on the driver door, engaging the central locking and ensuring that, while it was possible we could be interrupted, we couldn’t be interrupted in the worst way by having somebody actually open the door on us.

  I kicked my shoes and socks off and undid the button and zip of my pants as Tracey watched me with rapt attention. I pushed my pants and boxers down and Tracey’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when inch after inch of thick, hard, cock was exposed. With my pants discarded I pulled my shirt off, uncovering the muscled torso her hands had explored a few moments ago.

  “Suck me, Tracey.”

  “I don’t know if I c…”

  I reached up and gathered her hair into a pony tail, holding it away from her face and gaining a firm control of her head. I pushed her head towards my massive erection and felt it twitch when, despite the flimsy protest, she licked her lips as she descended. The engorged tip of my cock slid over her newly-wetted pink lips and she had to open wide to accommodate the thickness.

  Once the entire head was past her lips I felt her tongue swirling all around until it advanced to the back of her throat. I couldn’t believe the incredible pleasure she was giving me as she began to bob up and down, the swollen head hitting her throat with a squelching sound each time. I wasn’t sure if most of the pleasure was purely physical or if the very fact that it was her doing it made it all the more intense.

  Tracey’s sparkly hoop earrings swayed and jittered with each bob and squelch of her incredible blowjob. How many times had I fantasised about having her lips between my legs? Of course, none of my fantasies had been quite like this, but it was close enough. The most important elements, Tracey herself, and her lips, were there.

  I reached down her back and slid my hand over her ass to the hem of her skirt, pulling it up to reveal her panty-clad ass. I closed my eyes and slowly moved my fingers between her legs from behind until I felt the heat of her sex through the thin material. Her panties were sopping wet and in that moment, for me, there was nothing else in the world but the pleasure she was giving and her hot pussy under my fingers.

  “You’re so fucking wet, Tracey, do you want me to play with your pussy?”

  “Mmmmm,” Tracey moaned around my cock and nodded.

  “Tell me.”

  “Play with my pussy…” Tracey said and blushed.

  “Say my name.”

  “Please, play with my pussy, Sam,” she whispered and then returned her lips to the task of sucking me off.

  I moved my hand to the side, where her leg disappeared beneath the white material of her panties and slipped my fingers under the elastic, pushing her underwear aside until I felt the slippery folds of her slit. I slid inside her easily, she really was incredibly wet, but the way her pussy hugged my finger I had doubts about her ability to take my cock. I was sure that wouldn’t stop us from trying though.

  When I was well-coated with her slick juices I pulled out and gently began flicking my finger across her clit. The effect on her was instantaneous, with a moan that vibrated directly on my cock she increased the pace of her bobbing. Sucking and squelching sounds echoed throughout the car and my eyes rolled back in my head with the sheer ecstasy of it all.

  With just a single finger I played with Tracey’s pussy just the way I liked to do it to myself when I thought about her. I alternated from flicking it back and forth across her sensitive clit to tracing along her labia on either side to gently dipping it into her honey pot before returning to her clit. Over and over I went through this routine, going faster and harder or slower and softer in response to the cues of her moans and gyrations.

  It wasn’t long before Tracey was unable to hold back an orgasm, pausing her head movements and shuddering as the sensations rolled around her body. She sounded so unbelievably sexy that it was all I could do to stop myself from cumming in her mouth right there and then. At last Tracey’s climax seemed to ebb and she panted breaths around my cock for a moment before pulling back.

  “Oh my God, Sam, you made me cum so hard!”

  I had wanted to hear those words, or something like them, so many times when I had masturbated thinking about her. It was incredible to hear them out loud from her mouth.

  “I want to fuck you now, Tracey, make you cum again. Do you want that?”

  Tracey nodded, blushing again.

  “Then let me hear it, say my name.”

  “Fuck me… fuck me hard, Sam, make me cum.”

  I pulled her top up and over her head, careful not to catch it on the hoop earrings, and exposed her strapless bra, which was supporting her slightly above average sized chest. The swell of her breasts spilling over the top of the cups was irresistible and I reached behind her back, flicking the clasp undone with one hand. The bra fell to her lap and I feasted my eyes on her shapely tits and perfect pink nipples as if seeing them for the first time.

  “Wow, you’re good at that,” she said.

  “What?”

  “The bra.”

  “Oh, I’m blessed I guess.”

  Tracey smiled as I pulled her leg up on to the seat so I was between them and I pushed her back until she was lying, somewhat awkwardly, across the back seat. The splaying of her legs had caused her skirt to ride up until it was bunched around her hips and her pussy was still partially exposed because her panties hadn’t entirely moved back into place since I pulled them aside.

  I leaned over her and took one of her nipples into my mouth, pulling it upwards with my lips before letting it snap back into place. Tracey gasped and ran her fingers through my hair, pulling my mouth against her breast again until I repeated the manoeuver, rougher this time.

  “Uuhhhh… yeah,” she breathed.

  I moved my mouth to her other breast and sucked her nipple past my lips, flicking my tongue across it and feeling it harden. The shaft of my erection was pressing against her pussy, I could vaguely discern the difference between the material of her panties and the bare folds of her sex where they peaked around the edge, as if tentatively caressing me from the safety of her underwear.

  I pulled back on her nipple, as I had with the other one, before releasing it with a faint sucking sound and raising my lips to hers and kissing her deeply. Breaking off the kiss I sat back on the seat and slid my hands up her smooth thighs until I could grip her panties at her hips. I pulled them down slowly, teasing myself with the last few seconds before I would first see Tracey’s pussy properly.

  At last it was laid out before me like a long-searched-for treasure, the smooth lines of her legs coming together and serving to focus attention at the point where they met. If the attraction of all the women I’d interacted with earlier in the day were like magnets, Tracey was like those powerful ones they use with a crane to lift cars and hunks of metal. I had to have her, and my cock was like a ferocious animal that I was barely able to hold back on a leash.

  With Tracey’s panties out of the way and her willing legs spread, however, there was little need to restrain it. I let the male body take over, doing what it was made to do, fuck hard, and I went along for the ride, almost like a passive passenger. Grasping the thick shaft I bent the imposing erection towards Tracey’s waiting slit and pushed the tip between her pink folds.

  Tracey’s pussy strained under the pressure of the girth and she sucked air in through clenched teeth before letting it out in a half groan of effort, half moan of pleasure. My male body only seemed to feel a surge of
flattery at her discomfort and my arousal was fuelled by her moan of pleasure. With Tracey’s pussy lips holding my cock in place I let it go and once more wrapped my hand into her hair, forcing her to look me in the eyes for what I was about to do.

  I moved back over her and our eyes locked together, Tracey braced herself and nodded, as if knowing in advance what I planned on doing with her permission or without. In one hard thrust I impaled my best friend with my rigid cock and watched her teeth clench again as she accepted me inside her. After momentary discomfort she relaxed and repeated her request.

  “Fuck me hard, Sam, make me cum.”

  I was desperate for the release of orgasm and had waited forever for this opportunity to make Tracey scream my name in blissful climax. With hardly a conscious thought for the mechanics of how to fuck as a man, I began pounding into the teen girl below me as if my life depended on it.

  Our bodies slapped together loudly and after the first few thrusts where she squealed each time, she began bucking her hips up against me. The body I was inhabiting was a natural fucking machine and I felt my entire length repeatedly disappear into the proto-freshman girl tirelessly until the power of the thrusts had pushed her head up against the door of the car.

  Tracey braced herself with a hand on said door, first accidentally winding down the electric window and then winding it back up. A thin sheen of sweat stood out on her forehead as she looked up at me with what could only be described as lusty awe and the windows fogged up. I was on the verge of my own orgasm, but I wanted to feel her pussy squeezing me with pulsating waves of Tracey’s pleasure when I did.

  I pinched her nipple with the hand not holding her hair and Tracey yelled an affirmative as I continued plunging into her without a change in rhythm. I pinched it harder and whispered into her ear.

  “What’s happening, Tracey, tell me.”

  “You’re… fucking hard… cumming… SAM!” she panted and then let out a long low moan as she came again.

  Just as I expected, Tracey’s pussy seemed to grip me even harder in rhythm with her waves of pleasure, almost as if she was milking my cock. The incredible sensation, along with the sexy sounds she made, was too much for me and I grunted in release, feeling a torrent of sperm jet out of my cock deep inside the beautiful young blonde.

  “Fuck… yeah!” she yelled, still in the midst of her orgasm, feeling my creamy semen painting her insides.

  The orgasm was incredible, and different to the climaxes I was used to. Normally I get a tingly sensation all over my body, a wave of pleasure that roams around everywhere. This one was focused almost entirely on my cock though, every thrust into the willing girl’s tight pussy caused a jolt of pleasure that made my dick twitch and squeeze out another jet of cum into her waiting tunnel.

  Every pulse of cum felt like I was claiming Tracey, taking her as my own. My essence was a part of her for now, we were closer than we ever had been.

  Finally I had no more sperm left to give, no more pleasure left to extract from the orgasm and I rested my head against hers, looking in her eyes. Tracey seemed to be almost crying tears of joy and I could feel her legs quivering on either side of me.

  “Where have you been all my life, Sam?”

  “So near and yet so far.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “Never mind. I’m here now, Tracey.”

  I’d never felt more complete, but even in my joy a fearful question was asked at the back of my mind. What was I going to do when I turned back into a young woman?

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  Dazed and Hazed 1: The Princess

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  Mr. Banner is commissioned to create a contract for the pledges of the Mu Tau Tau sorority to sign. The senior members of this greek letter organisation have an idea so extreme that it requires consent in writing! Pledges are going to be used while sleeping by whomever the senior members decide!

  Fifth in line for the Swedish crown, Princess Klara Matilda Grahn is buxom nordic perfection. She thinks that a hefty bribe paid to the senior sorority members will be enough to get her out of the hardest parts of the hazing process, but will it?

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  Sleep Sex, Dubious Consent, Older Man, Younger Woman, Rough Sex, Princess, Sorority

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  Walking into the chapter house of the Mu Tau Tau sorority, I felt like I was walking back in time. It wasn’t so much the surroundings that evoked the feeling, it was the circumstances that had brought me there. A few years back I had been given the opportunity, several opportunities actually, to have my way with my daughter’s sleeping friend Chloe, a beautiful schoolgirl.

  Time moved on and I thought I’d probably never have another sexual experience quite so intense. The fact that I was here proved that assumption wrong. Every time I had explored the sleeping form of Chloe I had felt like my heart was going to explode out of my chest with excitement. That’s how I felt at that moment, and that’s why I couldn’t shake the sense of déjà vu.

  When my daughter, Ava, had approached me and asked for my help as a top contract lawyer with her sorority’s hazing this year I was extremely dubious. My eyebrows reached lofty heights when she told me what she had planned and I was about to embark on a lengthy lecture about the dangers of what she was proposing.

  Then she told me what my payment would be. In return for creating an airtight legal contract the Mu Tau Tau pledges would have to sign as part of their hazing, I would have my pick of any three of them. Their hazing would include being unconscious and used for sex by whomever the senior members of the sorority decided, and the contract would ensure they were explicitly aware of the consent they were giving.

  I got to work on the contract right away when Ava showed me the list of pledges. I knew sending her to one of the most expensive establishments of higher learning in the country would open up doors, I never suspected which ones though. Behind a temporary-looking desk was a pretty, if severe-looking, young woman in her early twenties and sitting next to her was my daughter, Ava, who was pleased to see me but was trying to look very professional and formal.

  “Paperwork,” Miss Hot-But-Harsh said.

  I handed over the forms, the participant-version of the pledge’s contract and a recent all-clear-STD-check from my doctor ensuring that all parties in this year’s hazing would be safe, as well as my driver’s license proving that the forms did indeed relate to me. The young woman scanned through the documents and then stapled them all together and put them in a folder before picking up a piece of paper and running her finger down it as if looking for something.

  “Room five. Up those stairs, turn right and then third on the left. It’s got a huge ‘5’ on it, you can’t miss it.”

  “Thanks,” I said, accepting my driver’s license back.

  When the girl looked back down at her piece of paper I winked at Ava and headed up the indicated stairs, turning right at the top and counting the doors on the left. She was right, I couldn’t have missed it, the ‘5’ on the door was nearly as big as the door itself. I knocked and then silently chastised myself for be
ing stupid and opened it.

  The door closed with a satisfyingly heavy ‘thunk’ behind me and I looked around the room, surprised by the opulence compared with my own college days. Then I remembered how much more Ava’s college cost and my surprise faded. Candles and dim lights provided a surprisingly romantic atmosphere considering the purpose of the occasion, an atmosphere added to by the slow, dreamy, music playing over some hidden sound system.

  In the luxurious four-poster bed, with just her head and waves of blonde locks peeking out, was the girl I had chosen for my first night of this wondrous long weekend. We had never met before, but when I chose her I took the time to look her up on the internet. Princess Klara Matilda Grahn, fifth in line for the Swedish crown.

  Nearly six feet of busty, Nordic, perfection resulting from generations of the finest breeding, personal trainers, finishing schools and style consultants that only royalty can afford. She was practically the goddess Aphrodite walking the earth, and almost as mysterious.

  In all her eighteen-and-a-bit years, she only seemed to have been photographed at official engagements except for one picture, which claimed to be her sunbathing topless a few months previous. The picture was so grainy and pixelated that it may very well have been taken from Mars, it was impossible to tell if it was Klara, or if the subject was topless for that matter.

  No, we had never met each other, and I supposed she may never meet me, but I was going to fuck her as hard as I could and cum inside her. I was going to do anything and everything I wanted with the sleeping princess, my very own fairy tale.