Secretly Seduced: The Interview Series Book One

by White, L. E.

  “And then it was all aboard Stacy,” said Monk. “What was the point of the writing on your ass?”

  “Probably just somebody goofing on me,” said Stacy.

  “You hadn’t been fucking some bitch’s man or woman,” asked Les?

  “No, I have been chaste since I got to Harvard,” said Stacy.

  “The motive was sex not revenge,” said Portia studying the music sheets. “This is pretty good. But you still need to work on it.”

  “You girls want to smoke,” asked Monk? “We got some BC Bud, hydroponically grown in Vancouver with an out of sight THC content.”

  “I’m up for a smoke if Stacy is,” said Portia. “But before you answer, Stacy, I should tell you that Monk and Les might try to take advantage of us. Every time they get me high I wind up accepting some of their body fluids.”

  “Don’t they know we’re not that kind of girls,” said Stacy laughing. “We’re saving ourselves for our future husbands.”

  “Portia usually lets us fool around with her when we go in the alley to smoke,” said Les looking hopefully at Stacy.

  “Portia Douglass, I am shocked. Have you allowed these young men to enjoy your favors in return for drugs,” said Stacy.

  “Guilty, I’m a fallen woman. I should be punished,” said Portia.

  “Before I decide your punishment, I need to see first hand what disgusting sexual acts were committed on your person,” said Stacy.

  Moments later, the four were sitting on the curb in a dark alley near Harvard Square passing around a joint.

  “Are these real,” asked Les slipping his hand inside Stacy’s bra?

  “Portia, do I have your permission to kill Les,” asked Stacy after taking a deep puff, holding it for eight seconds and exhaling.

  “Only if you promise to do it in some incredibly painful way where he suffers unspeakably agonies for days,” said Portia.

  “It’s a legitimate question. They’re bigger that average,” said Les slowly massaging Stacy’s right breast. He was surprised she didn’t object as he filled his hand with her warm breast.

  “My mother’s were bigger than average. That’s why my father married her,” said Stacy.

  “So your Dad is a tit man,” asked Monk.

  “Stacy’s dad is a famous thoracic surgeon,” said Portia. “God, this dope is incredible. I can’t feel my face.”

  “Tits are located on the thorax. Does your Dad do augmentations?’ asked Les.

  “No, he doesn’t do cosmetic surgery. He’s pretty much dedicated to heart bypass operations these days,” said Stacy. “He also does transplants.”

  “Serious stuff, my dad had a triple bypass. He’s quit smoking and lost thirty pounds. So yours are real?” said Les.

  “Here, find out for yourself,” said Stacy unbuttoning her blouse then reaching in to remove her breast from the bra cup.

  “How,” asked Les?

  “Suck hard on my nipple. Augmented breasts are filled with a saline solution. If you taste saline, they’re fake,” said Stacy holding her breast toward Les.

  “Saline should taste salty, right,” asked Les as he bent over and took Stacy’s nipple in his mouth.

  “Yes, moron, saline refers to salty like in the sea. Here, Monk, suck mine as a control,” said Portia as she lifted her tee shirt to allow Monk to suck her braless breasts.

  “I could taste a little salt,” said Les.

  “Me too,” said Monk after he had sucked Portia’s nipple.

  “This experiment could be tainted by the fact that it is a warm night and we have been perspiring. Sweat has a salt component,” said Stacy.

  “We need more data. Monk, suck Stacy’s other nipple and Les you do this one,” said Portia holding up her unsucked breast.

  “They’re both equally salty,” declared Les after spending a few seconds on Portia’s nipple.

  “You caught me. I was a thirty triple A before I went to Mexico and became a thirty four B light,” said Portia.

  “I must confess also. My dad did mine in our home OR. Now that you know our terrible secret, I suppose you don’t want to have sex with us,” said Stacy.

  “I don’t care if they’re not real,” said Les leaning over to take Stacy’s nipple in his mouth as he reached between her legs to massage her jean-covered crotch. Stacy pulled his head to hers and they kissed as she reached for his crotch.

  “You guys are just feeling sorry for us poor pathetic females who in our misguided desire to attract the male sex mutilate our bodies. I was so looking forward to a power quickie. Now I know it will be a pity fuck,” said Portia.

  “I’m sorry. I’ll never mention it again,” said Les. “I think they’re very pretty even if they are fakes.”

  “You’re just saying that to be nice,” said Stacy. “My unnatural boobs disgust you.”

  “No, honestly, I meant it,” said Les.

  “And you’ll still let me suck your cock if I ask pretty please,” asked Stacy?

  “Yes, for sure,” said Les.

  “What do you think, Portia,” asked Stacy.

  “I think they’re just feeling sorry for us. However, we girls with false knockers can’t be choosy,” said Portia.

  “All right, let’s see your equipment. Stand up and pull it out, pretty please,” said Stacy.

  “Yours too, Monk,” said Portia. “I just hope you’re not doing this because you feel sorry for me.”

  Stacy put her hand around the shaft of Les’s cock as she put the head in her mouth. Her other hand cupped his balls as she passed her tongue over the Prince Albert. The narrow alley filled with the sound of two noisy drunken blowjobs punctuated by the click of Portia’s tongue stud against the large ring passing through Monk’s penis.

  “Let’s switch,” said Portia after a few minutes.

  The two girls passed the boy’s cocks back and forth occasionally stopping to tongue kiss one another.

  “I need to be penetrated,” said Stacy standing up. Stacy unsnapped her jeans and pushed them down to her knees. She pulled the crotch of her panty out of her butt crack to one side as she leaned forward placing her elbows on top of a garbage can. Stacy spit on her fingers then reached down to rub the spit on her clitoris.

  “Me too, mount up, Roy Rogers,” said Portia standing up to push her jeans down.

  Moments later, the sounds of licking and slurping had changed to grunts. Stacy and Portia were bent over resting one forearm on the top of the same garbage can as Monk and Les pounded their cocks into their vaginas. The girls were kissing while one free hand massaged their clit.

  “I can feel the Prince Albert,” said Stacy between kisses.

  “And,” asked Portia?

  “It feels damn good.”

  Stacy and Portia focused their efforts toward providing the two boys the best fuck possible in a garbage-strewn alleyway. Stacy pushed out of her mind that the occasional movement in the shadows was one of the sewer rats that called Harvard Square home. They finished within seconds of one another ending in a frenzy of hard thrusts that caused both girls to hold tightly to the garbage can as semen filled their pussies.

  “How about another smoke,” asked Les when they had caught their breath?

  “Sure, why not,” said Stacy.

  “Then can we do it again,” asked Monk?

  “Sure, why not,” said Portia.

  Chapter 17 Dorm Orgy

  “BC Bud makes you so horny. I’m going to give my new vibrator a try as soon as I get to the room,” said Stacy as she and Portia made their unsteady way toward their dorm. The girls were giggling and holding hands. It was almost one in the morning. After a third round of intercourse, they’d left an exhausted Monk and Les in the alley smoking another joint.

  “Me too, three acts of intercourse were not enough for two lusty young lasses,” added Portia before shouting, “We need more cock.”

  “Good evening, Stacy,” said Sgt. Roger Ebbers stepping unexpectedly out of the shadows.

  “Dammit,
Sgt. Ebbers, you scared the shit out of me,” said Stacy.

  “Is that the Sgt. Ebbers who takes advantage of drunken coeds,” asked Portia?

  “Yes, Mike’s friend, and you must be Corporal Woods,” said Stacy referring to the tall black man standing behind the Sergeant.

  “Make it Roger and Avery, no need to be so formal,” said Roger. “What have you girl’s been up to this evening?”

  “Let’s see. We went to the library and did some research. Next we had several glasses of pale ale at the Brew House. On the way back, we ran into a couple of guys. We smoked marijuana imported from Canada then we sucked their cocks and fucked them,” said Portia leaning against the wall surrounding Harvard yard to steady herself.

  “We did the smoke and fuck part thrice. But we’re still horny so we’re on our way home to jerk off,” said Stacy giggling as she turned to face the corporal.

  “You girls look pretty out of it,” said Avery stepping close to Stacy.

  “We are totally out of it,” said Portia.

  “And completely unable to resist should big strong policeman choose to take advantage of our drug induced helplessness,” said Stacy placing her boobs against the Corporal’s chest.

  “Now why would we do that,” asked Avery stepping closer to Stacy as he reached down to pull her against him.

  “Perhaps because you’re horny but I don’t think you are anywhere near as horny as we are,” said Stacy reaching down to unzip Avery’s uniform trousers. She put her one arm around his neck as she kissed him passionately while working her way past her boxers to take a firm grip on his manhood

  “You girls want to party,” asked Roger?

  “Party no, I want to go to my dorm room, get naked and fuck you,” said Portia putting her arms around Roger. “I’m really out of it so you can do what you want with me, even anal.”

  “Sergeant, I suggest we make sure these two inebriated students safely reach their room,” said Avery wanting to go somewhere private before his supervisor caught him getting a hand job from a coed.

  “I agree. It’s our duty to make sure no mischief befalls them in their vulnerable condition,” said Roger holding Portia upright.

  ***

  “You said you just got fucked three times. Does that mean there are three loads in your hole?” whispered Roger his fingers sliding easily into Portia’s vagina.

  The four had helped each other shed their clothes as soon as they entered the dorm room. Stacy fell to her knees and began noisily sucking Avery’s cock. Avery was seated on her bed with Stacy kneeling in front of him.

  “Three hot loads of semen, less than an hour old,” said Portia pressing her crotch against Roger’s fingers slowly riding his hand against her sex.

  “It’s still warm. Who were they?” said Roger.

  “Monk and Les, they’re students, and like me of the Goth variety,” said Portia her hand stroking Roger’s cock.

  “I know them. They’re cool. You and Stacy did them tonight?” asked Roger.

  “It’s their jism you’re stirring around inside my pussy,” said Portia.

  “I want to eat your cum filled cunt,” said Roger

  “Sounds very perverted,” said Portia lying back on the bed and spreading her ringed labia apart. “Roger, you’re a creampie eater. Come and get your dessert.”

  “You think I’m a sicko for wanting to eat another guy’s jism out of your snatch,” said Roger lying on the narrow bed beside Portia.

  “Yes, but I adore sickos. Let’s sixty-nine. You get on the bottom. That way all the good stuff will drip in your mouth,” said Portia rolling over on top of Roger with her head pointed toward his feet. Portia positioned herself to take his cock in her mouth as she put her finger in his anus. She laughed to herself as she felt the security guard’s mouth form around her opening. Portia contracted her abdomen expelling some of the contents onto Roger’s lapping tongue.

  “God, it’s absolutely gorgeous,” said Stacy admiring Avery’s black cock before passing her pink tongue over the tip.

  “You’ll have to pardon my roommate, Avery. You are her first African American fuck,” said Portia raising her head off Roger’s cock.

  “Is that true,” asked Avery?

  “Sad, but true,” said Stacy holding up Avery’s cock to lick his testicles. Stacy knew it was not quite true. In Mike’s DVD, Stacy had sex with a black porn actor but since she still had no memory of it, it didn’t count in her view.

  “Stacy went to a segregated high school,” said Portia who at the moment was performing in the sixty-nine position with Roger.

  “Not true, there was a black girl named Sherry Yeager. Her dad used to play baseball,” said Stacy pressing her fingers under Avery’s scrotum.

  “I remember Stuart Yeager. He was a hell of a ball player. You ever make it with her,” asked Avery?

  “No, I was very innocent in high school,” said Stacy her hands working Avery’s nuts as her mouth slid up and down on his cock.

  “What changed?”

  “I got to college and decided to expand my horizons,” said Stacy sliding on top of Avery. She rose up, straddled him, positioned his cock at her entrance then slowly impaled herself on his penis. Body fluids streamed out of Stacy’s vagina as Avery’s cock passed inside.

  “God it’s good. Marry me, Avery,” said Stacy moving up and down.

  “I’m already married,” said Avery.

  “Divorce her, I got season tickets to the Red Sox,” said Stacy contracting her abdominal muscles as she rose up.

  “I’m a Celtics fan. That’s some set of tits, you got there baby,” said Avery placing his hands on Stacy’s breasts.

  “I’ll buy you a luxury box at the Garden but you have to promise to fuck me every day,” said Stacy.

  “A luxury box, just for a daily fuck, you’re a crazy bitch,” said Avery.

  “Better say yes, Avery. Stacy’s rich,” said Portia sitting straddle Roger’s face. His mouth was sucking hard on her vaginal opening.

  “It’s the booze and the dope talking,” said Avery rolling over on top of Stacy. “Tomorrow, I’ll just be another black notch on a white girl’s bedpost.”

  “Fuck me hard, Avery. If you do I’ll rim your nasty asshole and you can fuck mine,” said Stacy bent double under the large black man pounding his cock in her.

  ***

  “My mouth feels like a duck shit in it,” said Portia the next morning. It was almost noon. Roger and Avery had left before dawn to report back to the station. The girls were still in bed nursing hangovers.

  “I’ll never drink another drop of pale ale as long as I live. What time did they leave?”

  “Four I think. I can’t believe you got Avery to go down on you. Black men have a thing about not eating pussy especially white pussy,” said Portia.

  “I didn’t know that. How come you learned all the useful stuff in public schools and I didn’t learn shit in private schools? I bet no one I graduated with knew black men do not eat white pussy.”

  “That’s actually an urban myth. Avery ate yours and mine too when we formed that daisy chain,” said Portia.

  “So it’s not true,” said Stacy.

  “If you ask Avery in public if he’s willing to eat white pussy, he’d say no fucking way but put one in his face and his other brain starts thinking for him,” said Portia.

  “Avery is married. Is Roger married?”

  “Yes, her name is Cindy. She’s a nurse at Mass General and she has never allowed poor Roger to fuck her in the ass no matter how hard he begs,” said Portia. “Funny, the things married men tell you about the little woman at home after they’ve screwed you. I suppose that’s their way of communicating you’re only a fuck not the beginnings of a lifetime relationship.”

  “Avery’s wife, Eva, teaches second grade in East Boston. She’s vying for a promotion to Assistant Principal but he doesn’t think she’ll get it because she won’t put out for the school superintendent. They have a little girl whose name i
s, and you are not going to believe this, Stacia. Isn’t that a weird coincidence?”

  “I can just picture him going home to his wife and saying, ‘Guess what, honey, this white bitch I screwed last night was named Stacia. Isn’t it a small world?’ ” said Portia laughing.

  “What would you do if you caught your husband sleeping with another woman,” asked Stacy?

  “Is it a matter of if or when? I’d leave him, but maybe not. Suppose we had four kids and his paycheck was keeping them fed. I suppose that is one of those bridges you cross when you get to it,” said Portia. “As far as I know my parents have always been faithful which makes it strange since they raised two sluts for daughters.”

  “My mother’s caught my father screwing around,” said Stacy. “I overheard them arguing about it.”

  “With a nurse, I bet. Doctors are always banging their nurses.”

  “Once it was a nurse but the other time, she was a hospital administrator,” said Stacy.

  “What did your mom do,” asked Portia?

  “Cried, screamed, broke an expensive vase left him for a few days but they got back together after he promised to never see her again. That was one of the reasons I had such strong feelings about sex with married men,” said Stacy. “It seemed like a big step into immorality when I decided to have sex with Mike especially after he showed me pictures of the wife and kids then made a speech about the importance of family. That was right before I sucked his cock.”

  “Circumstances change, besides in your case, blowing Mike was not a matter of choice, married or not. Come to think of it, Sgt. Ebbers may be the first married man I ever had sex with. You have lead me astray, Stacia Todd,” said Portia.

  “Avery wasn’t wearing a wedding ring not that it would have made a difference last night. I was so wasted and horny I would have screwed him anyway,” said Stacy.

  “It’s not our fault. It’s theirs. They’re the ones violating their wedding vows. We’re just a pair of floozies out for a good time. Changing the subject, what’s next with Lieutenant Mike?”

  “I have to go on dates with Mark and Faye,” said Stacy. “I’m being forced to repay them for having falsely arrested me. How’s that for justice?”