Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  It felt so good I had to stop for a moment when I lightly pressed up against her hymen, lest I spoil all of my fun early. I leaned over and bore most of my weight on my left forearm while squeezing her perfect little tit with my other hand and looking into her eyes.

  To be with such an untouched beauty was a privilege I would never forget, and I never took my eyes from her as I pushed slowly through her virginity until I was as deeply inside her tight teen tunnel as I possibly could be. She would never know it, but she was mine.

  I wiped her mouth with the sheet and then kissed her as I moved my weight directly on top of her and began fucking her tight little slit enthusiastically until my balls were making satisfyingly loud slapping sounds on her ass. The pleasure was so intense, I bet my good friend Paul was going to last about three seconds the first time he fucked her.

  With my arm curled behind her neck and gripping on to her shoulder, I held her in place while I pounded into her and explored her body with my other hand. From the top of her head to the tips of her toes, every square inch of this girl was like an erogenous zone for me and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I was drenching her depths with semen for the first time in her life.

  I raised myself up off her slightly and slowed the pace of my thrusts, making sure every time I delved inside her it was a stroke of the maximum length from just about withdrawn to balls-deep. I made every thrust as hard as I could, making them count, and watched her firm little tits shake with the impact.

  I couldn’t take much of this wonderful vision and after a few minutes I felt that ball of pleasure in my stomach go past some point of no return and my thrusts sped up again, out of my control. I fucked the virgin bride for all she was worth and was positively jack-hammering into her pristine pussy when an explosion of ecstasy inside me coincided with an explosion of cum inside her.

  Spurt after spurt jetted from the engorged head of my cock soaking her most intimate depths with the evidence of my lust until I felt utterly drained and collapsed on top of the newly abused teen. With my face buried in the pillow, I stroked her cheek as I caught my breath.

  After a while, with my dick still deeply embedded in her pussy and still as hard as it had ever been, I raised myself up on my elbows again and kissed her once more.

  “You’re amazing,” I said.

  I unwrapped her legs from around me and pulled back, amazed at how her tight pussy still gripped at my thickness, as if sorry to see it go. Finally, the head of my cock popped out, bringing with it a small stream of cum.

  On any other girl it might have looked slutty or vulgar, but Jessica looked just the way a beautiful bride should on her wedding night.

  With one last scan of her body to memorise it forever, I concentrated and felt the *twang* of time inside my head and once more I was standing outside their door, with nothing but memories of a time that didn’t technically exist and an afterglow of one of the most intense climaxes of my life. I knew that behind this door was a virgin bride about to have her dress unzipped by her new husband.

  I was sorely tempted to go in and deflower her again, but I’d had my fill for the night, so walked away. Conveniently, my own hotel was only a few doors down the street and I went there with every intention of stopping time again while I slept, to make the most use out of normal-time while I was awake.

  However, at some point while I was thinking about how hot Jessica was, my daydreams turned into potential wet dreams and the next thing I knew, light was streaming in through my window. Not to worry, at the end of the day it made no difference to me when I left Las Vegas, and now I could get some breakfast before beginning the drive.

  I checked out and walked into the crisp morning air, looking for somewhere decent to grab a bite to eat. After a few minutes, ahead of me and to my surprise, I saw Paul standing on the sidewalk looking at his phone. I looked around for Jessica and finally spotted her coming out of a diner on the other side of the road, looking radiant and pretty on her first full day of marriage despite lacking the wedding dress, or make-up she had the previous day.

  She spotted Paul and her face lit up with a smile so full of joy I could see it even from this distance and she broke into a slow jog towards her new husband. The loud screeching of tires was more alarming than any blast of a horn could be. When there’s no time for a driver to be pissed off, only time to slam on the brakes, you know it’s a close call.

  The adrenaline kicked in in an instant and I was in full flight-or-fight mode. Inside my head I heard my internal monologue scream ‘STOP!’ and the banshee-screeching sound of tires was cut off like the God of sounds had neatly snipped it with scissors.

  With a cold sweat springing up on my forehead, I ran towards the truck that had cut off my view of Jessica as she began her ill-advised street crossing. What I saw when I got in front of it made my heart sink.

  Jessica, innocent beautiful Jessica, hadn’t been hit… yet. But you could barely slide a piece of paper between her leg and the bumper. It was a big truck, and I wasn’t sure how fast it was going. Fast enough that the wheels were locked up, that was for sure. Shit.

  I stared at the scene for what would have been several minutes in normal-time, my throat choked up with fear and sadness. If I started time again, Jessica would surely die.

  Towards the side of the road was a cyclist who looked to be in the early stages of a crash, having been startled by the screeching of tires. I looked from him, to Jessica, to Paul and back to Jessica, and had an idea.

  First, I pulled Jessica away from the truck, I couldn’t leave her there. I took her over to Paul and put their arms around each other. If I were them, I would have thought that was a much better moment to be frozen in than the alternative.

  Next, I relieved the cyclist of his bike and hopped on. I had no idea how long it would take me to ride a God damned bike to Los Angeles. One week? Two? It didn’t matter really, I had all the time in the world.

  Surely those people who were more experienced time-stoppers than me would have a way around this. Surely.

  I couldn’t have articulated why it was so important to me. People died every day, but I couldn’t let Paul and Jessica’s story finish like that. I needed to make sure they enjoyed for a long time what they’d come so far to secure for themselves.

  If that meant a literal pain in the ass bike ride, then so be it.

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  Slumber Party 1

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  Two eighteen year olds are prepared to do anything to be named valedictorian for their graduating class and their school can't decide which should have the honour. They call in the services of a qualified psychologist to help them pick the most deserving pupil but will the psychologist simply do her job, or will she serve the two of them up on a silver platter for Mr. Banner?

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  Sleep Sex, Threesome, Dubious Consent, Schoolgirl, Older Man

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  Life can be tough and there were some things I wish had happened differently, but as I turned on the television to watch the big game I knew it could have been one hell of a lot wors
e. Some people work like slaves their whole lives just to keep their head above water, facing the constant stress of wondering how the next power bill, or the next month’s rent will be paid. They will always have that voice at the back of their head accusing them of not being able to do enough for their children.

  I was eternally thankful that I didn’t have to deal with that voice. With a combination of luck and hard work I’d been able to give my kids everything they needed and a lot of what they wanted, while still trying to avoid spoiling them. Not too much anyway.

  After we struggled our way through her rebellious teen years my eldest daughter, Ava, began repaying me for my fatherly dedication in a most unusual way. It all started when she was fine with me taking advantage of one of her friends back when they were eighteen and just finishing high school. Then, when she was in college, she got me involved in the craziest hazing ritual you could imagine, where the pledges were used for sex in their sleep.

  We were still financially secure, better than that really. Everything was paid for, investments provided more than enough passive income to live off if I was suddenly unable to work as a contract lawyer. Ava had recently finished her doctorate in psychology and had made it through college without crippling debt, or any debt for that matter. That’s why I was able to relax as the game started.

  If I had have known beforehand that Ava was lining up another little gift for me, I probably would have forgotten that sports even exist. Using her Mu Tau Tau sorority connections, Ava had accepted her doctorate and walked straight into a high paying government job. I was sure such a position could easily eat up seventy or eighty hours a week, you have to work so hard when you’re just starting out.

  That being the case, I was surprised when she accepted some extra responsibilities such as volunteering psychological services to her old high school. This week she had taken the school’s two valedictorian candidates away to god only knows where to assess which one would take the honours for their graduating class. From the few text messages Ava had sent me over the past several days, I learned that these two girls were incredibly motivated, willing to do anything it took to win. Ava capitalised ‘anything’ for some reason.

  Ava had brought the two girls back to my place for their final night of assessment, as she was living with me again while she volunteered at her school. I hadn’t seen much of them except for when they arrived and my daughter introduced the candidates to me.

  I had been expecting shy academic types, but apparently the school was now choosing valedictorians based on extra-curricular activities in addition to academic success, and these two were both quite intelligent as well as star members of a high-achieving beach volleyball team. I wasn’t sure how the school had managed to slip that one through, seeing as we weren’t a seaside town for one and we all know beach volleyball is a thinly veiled pretence to ogle fit young girls in bikinis.

  Lisa was a cute brunette whose large breasts looked like they would be a major attraction at any tournament the girls happened to be competing in, her warm brown eyes sparkled as she was introduced. Fern was a petite girl with platinum blonde hair who more than made up for a small chest with full pouty lips and a truly stunning beautiful face. She looked like she would be at home sitting behind the breakers on a surfboard with her crystal blue eyes scanning for the next big set to come in.

  I couldn’t believe how young they both looked. It was hard to believe that my own Ava had been their age not all that long ago, hard to believe that her friend Chloe was also eighteen when I found her passed out on my couch, dressed like a slutty little schoolgirl and begging to be used like a little fuck toy.

  I had smiled outwardly and sighed inwardly, slightly glum that a polite handshake was likely to be all the physical contact I had from these pretty schoolgirls. They both grinned back at me with well-practised smiles, their pearly white teeth perfectly even. Visions of them kissing while Lisa spread her legs and I made her tits bounce with powerful thrusts into her pussy flooded through my mind as I watched Ava lead them down the hall and up the stairs, their firm asses twitching in their tight shorts with each step.

  By the time I switched the television off that night I was in a pretty good mood, my team had won and really crushed the opposition by an embarrassing margin, I’d had a couple bourbon and cokes and was feeling pretty happy with the world. I heard somebody coming down the stairs and wondered if one of the schoolgirls would perhaps give me a teasing peek at her legs in a nightie as she walked through to the kitchen for a glass of water or something.

  It turned out to be Ava with a knowing grin on her face.

  “Good game?” She asked.

  “The best, I’ll be collecting on a bet I made with Greg at the office. How’s things with your little valedictorian candidates?”

  “They don’t seem to be able to handle their alcohol.”

  “They… what?”

  “Yeah. I decided that consumption of vodka was another extra-curricular activity they needed to be tested on before I make my final report to the school. I’m also kind of scouting for Mu Tau Tau so, you know, killing two birds with one stone. I thought to myself ‘what safer place for a couple of teen girls to test their limits than the house where I used to live?’ and here we are. They’ve both gone really quiet now, except for some light snoring so it’s got a bit dull for me, I thought I might head out for a few hours. You’ll be sure to check in on them, won’t you?”

  I took all this information in almost-stunned silence.

  “Why are you so good to me, Ava?”

  “For teaching me to swim, for teaching me how to not be afraid of the dark or the vacuum cleaner, for making me eat my vegetables and brush my teeth. Any one of those reasons is enough. You were always there for me no matter what, it’s the best way I can think of to repay you, and even so it doesn’t feel like enough. Now shut up with the soppy questions before you make me cry. I love you, Dad, have a good night.”

  Ava bent over my chair to give me a hug before retrieving her keys from the hook by the front door and walking out into the night. I sat there in my chair for a few seconds, briefly reliving the sexually charged visions that had swam through my head when I met Lisa and Fern earlier, before standing up and making my way to Ava’s room.

  I paused by the door, listening for any obvious signs of the two schoolgirls moving around in there, and heard none. The door handle twisted silently and I gently cracked it open, seeing that the room was illuminated by the soft glow of Ava’s reading lamp rather than the main light.

  I halted again, hardly daring to breathe as I listened through that open crack. I thought I could faintly hear soft breathing, but definitely no movement or any indication that anybody was aware of what I was doing. With a nervous gulp I pushed the door open wide enough for me to get my head through, thinking that if either of them noticed what I was doing I would say Ava had asked me to check in on them.

  As it turned out I need not have worried about that. When I peeked around the corner I saw both of them completely passed out. For two highly competitive girls who were working at the same goal, they sure did look awfully friendly towards each other at that moment.

  Both had changed from their clothes into comfortable looking tank tops, ditching their shorts completely so that only a pair of panties covered each of their precious little schoolgirl pussies. On the floor, stacked neatly to one side, were three empty bottles of vodka, some lemonade, some red plastic cups and a deck of cards. I hoped those bottles hadn’t started full, or they would be on the verge of alcohol poisoning. Neither of them were exactly giants, I was surprised I hadn’t heard anything while they drank but I supposed I had been reasonably engrossed in the TV at the time.

  Lisa and Fern were both slumped on Ava’s sofa that folded out to a bed. Fern’s sporty ponytail had been split into pigtails at some point during the night, serving to further accentuate her schoolgirl youth as if her slim body and perky little breasts weren’t enough. She, at least, had passed out the
right way up on the bed. Lisa, on the other hand, was sideways, lying on her back with her head in Fern’s lap.

  Lisa’s impressive breasts strained against the material of her tank top, protruding upwards with a firmness that most other women with equally large breasts would envy. My eyes scanned downwards to the thin band of firm teen navel exposed between her green top and her lacy black panties, then lower still. I couldn’t help but lick my lips when I saw the soft flesh between her slightly parted legs peeking out either side of her panties, the marginally darker colouring giving me a hint at just how close to seeing her pussy I was.

  I slipped through the door and crept closer towards them, careful to be as quiet as possible as I still wasn’t sure exactly what I’d be able to get away with. These girls had only drunk some vodka, admittedly a lot of vodka, but it wasn’t like that unforgettable weekend at Mu Tau Tau with professional anaesthesiologists on the team! There was a real danger here that their eyes could flutter open at any moment, so I had to tread carefully and only take from them what wouldn’t be noticed.

  As I got closer I could see that Fern was wearing black and red panties, much more sporty looking than Lisa’s sexy lace, they could very well have been bikini bottoms held up by elastic rather than tied on with bows like most of the bikini bottoms I had seen lately. Maybe they were even part of the beach volleyball uniform, they were in the school colours after all.

  Neither of the passed out schoolgirls moved at all as I reached the side of the sofa-bed, apart from the rising and falling of their chests as they breathed, Lisa’s being much more prominent than Fern’s. I went down on my knees beside them, my heart pounding in anticipation that these two little teens would soon have their bodies explored and they would never know about it if all went well.

  I reached out and delicately placed my fingertips on the slowly moving target of Lisa’s large right breast, feeling her body heat through the material of her tank top. Lisa continued to breathe without changing her rhythm at all, each intake of air pressing her tit flesh against my fingers.