The Ultimate Collection: 18 Books

by D. L. Savage

  “She seems to like it,” I heard Lisa say.

  As I closed my eyes, I felt a hand — I don’t even know whose — massaging my rock-hard dick above the silky slinky fabric of the bodysuit.

  “Fuck, she’s so hard,” Lisa giggled.

  Once I’d sucked the dildo for while, Kelly pulled it from my mouth with a wet pop.

  “Okay, spread your legs,” she instructed.

  I threw my legs apart as Kelly positioned herself between them. She spat onto her fingers and massaged the spit into my asshole, tugging my thong and the bodysuit to one side to gain enough access.

  I groaned again.

  I’d never had anyone touch my ass. Hell, not even I’d touched it in a sexy way before, and I realized then just what I’d been missing out on all this time. It felt wonderful!

  Next Kelly touched the head of the dildo to my hole, and told me to relax as much as I could.

  I did as I was told, clearing my mind as much as I was able, relaxing all my muscles. And then POW! She slipped the head of it inside me and I cried out, unsure if I even enjoyed the semi-painful feeling. Shit. It felt absolutely huge. It was stretching me so wide, I had to grab fistfuls of the duvet.

  “Here, kiss this to take your mind off it,” said Lisa. And with that, she climbed up and threw her legs over my head, plunging her pussy right into my face, her knees either side of my head!

  I had a perfect view now of her swollen pink pussy lips and exposed clit, and that beautiful black rectangle of pubic hair above. I stuck out my tongue and lapped at her pussy lips and clit, noting with surprise that my mouth was quickly filling with her hot gooey juices. She must be really wet and turned on, I thought as I drove my tongue deeper and more urgently into her cunt. And in response she grabbed my ponytail, using it to hold onto as she began to ride my face, grinding out her pleasure on my mouth, her copious juices slicking down my chin, my lipstick smudging against her hot swollen pussy lips.

  Meanwhile, Kelly was working up quite a rhythm on my hole, sliding that big hard dildo in and out of my ass.

  And with a shiver of surprise, I found I was beginning to enjoy it.

  “You like that, slut?” she asked, and I moaned in reply, my mouth stuffed full of Lisa’s wet cunt.

  Then I felt Kelly’s fingers tugging my cock out from the front of my bodysuit and thong, and the sharp sweet pleasure as she began to jack me with one hand, while fucking my willing ass with the dildo in her other hand.

  She built up such a steady hot motion, it wasn’t long until I started writhing and panting.

  “I think he’s gonna cum!” Kelly called.

  “Me too!” Lisa said, and with that I felt her knees clump tight around my head as she came, her body trembling as she cried out her pleasure, placing a hand on the wall to steady herself as she ground her cunt hard against my tongue.

  Just then, I felt my own orgasm build and hit too, but just before it did, I felt the unmistakable sensation of hot lips around my cock.

  I groaned and came hard, feeling Kelly’s expert mouth working every last squirt of cum from my cock, her tongue swirling around my pulsing head, her lips becoming gooey and frothy with my hot sticky cum.

  Lisa climbed off me just in time to give me a glimpse of Kelly pulling my still-hard dick from her mouth with a wet, satisfying pop, my cum held carefully in her open, brimming mouth, a small white glob of it on the corner of her lips.

  Then, very slinkily and sexily, she got onto all fours, her back arched and her ass high in the air, and crawled towards me, her big breasts grazing deliciously against my silky bodysuit and she leant in and kissed me, pressing my hot gooey cum into my mouth with her tongue.

  We kissed passionately, swirling the salty-tasting fluid between each other’s mouths, just like any two horny sluts might do, and when we were finished kissing I gulped it back, feeling it coat my throat, leaving a faintly bleach-y taste in my mouth. I didn’t mind it though. In fact, I found I actually liked the taste of it.

  I lay back on the bed, my head spinning, unable to process what had just happened.

  “Fuck, that was hot!” Lisa said, after a moment’s silence.

  “Damn straight,” Kelly agreed.

  I ran my trembling fingers over my body, still encased in the shiny elastic material of the bodysuit and realized with a pang of sadness that soon I’d have to get undressed again, and go back to being plain old geeky Jonah again.

  “Say …” I said, sheepishly, my heart pounding. “Mind if I … if we … do this again sometime?”

  The two girls laughed.

  “I thought you said you had to study for finals?” teased Kelly.

  “Yeah, brainiac. What about your work?” added Lisa.

  “I’ve realized there’s more important things,” I said with a smile of my own.

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  2

  A Taste of Cherry

  The first thing I noticed about Cherry was her absolutely perfect ass.

  It was Chemistry class, the first day of the school year, and my buddies and I were all sat at the very back of the auditorium. Class had already started when Cherry walked in, so sexy and confident, and every eye turned to watch her as she strutted across the room.

  I can even remember exactly what she was wearing that day, that’s how much of an impression she made on me. She was dressed in a cute purple vest top and the tightest black yoga pants you ever saw, and man did they show off her smooth round butt!

  I could feel my cock swelling and stiffening in my shorts as I watched her toned thighs and cute pert ass as she sashayed along the row of seats in front of mine and took a chair only a few meters away. And when she sat down, her pants rode down a little way too, giving us all a brief flash of whaletail from the bright pink thong panties she was wearing, before she quickly tugged her waistband back up into place again.

  The next thing I noticed was her hair.

  It was so impossibly shiny and blonde, so silky and golden and straight, flowing down her back between her slim, tanned shoulders. I couldn’t quite believe she was real, that’s how perfect she was.

  And then, when one of my buddies whispered something in my ear about how he’d like to slip it to her under his breath, she turned round in her seat, ready to cuss him out, and that’s when I finally saw her face and fell totally head over heels in love with her. She had big blue eyes and thick sensual lips, and she didn’t seem to even be wearing much makeup — her features were just naturally pretty.

  She was about to say something when we locked eyes, and I noticed with surprise that her expression changed, from mild annoyance to intrigue. She actually smiled at me — a mixture of wholesome girl-next-door and sexy minx — and I couldn’t quite believe it.

  “H-hey,” I stammered. “I’m Mike.”

  “Hey Mike,” she whispered back, as my buddies all watched on in open-mouthed awe. “I’m Cherry.”

  And when she said it, my cock twitched a little. Oh man, it was the perfect name for her, too: sensual, sweet, and sexy as hell.

  I was about to reply when Mr Andrews, our new Chemistry prof, called out for quiet in the auditorium.

  At this, Cherry turned back around and studiously began taking notes. But I was unable to concentrate on class now; my gaze remained fixed on her perfect, perfect ass.

  Well, one thing led to another that year and Cherry and I became close, first as friends, just goofing around, sharing jokes, and then, a little later on, as boyfriend and girlfriend. We were both each other’s first serious relationship.

  I just couldn’t believe my luck!

  I mean, sure, I wasn’t bad looking myself; I knew that a few of the girls at school had crushes on me, and I had developed a pretty athletic body, but still, here I was going steady with the hottest freaking girl I’d ever met!

  It was almost too good to be true … Well, almost.

  The longer our relationship went on, you see, the more I realized it was stalling at first base.

/>   We were both healthy kids, totally horny and completely into each other, but Cherry never seemed to want to go beyond making out for some reason. She always said she wanted to wait.

  So I waited and waited …

  And waited and waited …

  And while all my other buddies were getting busy receiving their first handjobs and blowjobs and all that good stuff, bragging about it in the locker rooms before gym, Cherry and I remained squarely on first base.

  A little part of me wondered whether I should find myself some action elsewhere?

  But then again, I reminded myself, Cherry was so damned hot.

  I knew just how lucky I was to be going out with her: a girl like Cherry didn’t come along every day of the week. So in the end, I made the decision to wait until she was totally ready and comfortable to take things to the next level, too.

  And so I waited some more …

  And waited …

  And waited …

  By the time my buddies were all losing their virginities, I was still just getting over my first ever handjob.

  Well, anyways, somehow we eventually we managed to make it to third base … I even got her to let me go down on her, and holy crap, let me tell you that was particularly great. Her pussy was just as cute as the rest of her: really tight and small and sweet-tasting, and she had it completely shaved, too.

  And one night she finally gave me a blowjob, and despite her lack of experience, she seemed to know exactly what to do! I don’t know whether her girlfriends had given her some tips, or whether she’d watched porn as research, but she knew just how to suck me to get me off, even swallowing my load when the time came — which was something I totally wasn’t expecting! She’d always struck me more as a ‘spitter’ than a ‘swallower’ if you know what I mean …

  So that all happened last year, the year we both turned eighteen. We’d both taken a year out to save up for college and soon that was quickly approaching. Well, before I knew it, there were only a few weeks left before we both went away to separate ends of the country and we were both still virgins.

  I knew it was time to broach the subject with her; to have ‘the conversation’.

  So with a deep breath, I ventured to bring it up, one night, just as we had started fooling around …

  “Come on, baby, please,” I murmured. “I want you so freaking bad, Cherry … I’ve waited so long … When are we finally gonna do it?”

  Cherry smiled sadly, her bra strap hanging off her slim pale shoulder, one of her small breasts exposed, the nipple a dark reddy-brown color and stiffened into a hard little bud. Her bright pink panties were stretched around her knees, too, and my own cock was out of my pants, rock hard and throbbing, slicked wet with my own pre-cum.

  “I don’t know, Mike …” she replied. “I mean, I really really want to, but …”

  “But what?” I asked.

  This alone was a big breakthrough for me: it took me off guard that there was actually a reason behind her not wanting to do it. The fact that she actually wanted to for definite was great, I thought. Now all I needed to do was figure out just what the obstacle was, and then find a way to overcome it.

  “It’s so silly, you’ll laugh,” she said, her thin pale hand moving to cover up her bare breast, slipping her bra back up onto her shoulder.

  This was a bad sign, I thought. She shouldn’t be getting dressed again …

  “Try me,” I said. “What’s silly?”

  “Okay,” she said, turning to look at me with an intensity I wasn’t quite expecting. “If you must know, I’m scared it will hurt. I’m really tight, you know, and you’re not exactly small, and I’ve been talking to some of my girlfriends and they’ve all said that the first time it hurts. I know I’m being a baby about it, but that’s the truth. I’ve said it. I’m scared, okay, Mike? I’m scared that big hard cock of yours will split me in two!”

  Wow, okay. This wasn’t what I was expecting at all!

  This seemed like an actual, solve-able problem, unlike one of those weird female mysteries that I never seemed to be able to get my teenage male brain around.

  “Okay, Cherry,” I said, getting kind of excited, “if there was some way I could find so that it wouldn’t hurt, then would you sleep with me then?”

  And at this her face broke out in a wide, warm smile.

  “Why of course!” she said. “We’ve waited long enough, and we’re gonna be going off to college soon … Sure I wanna sleep with you. But how in the world can you find a way that it wouldn’t hurt?”

  “Just leave it with me,” I said, hoping my confident exterior didn’t betray my complete lack of a clue.

  Because the truth was, I had absolutely no idea …

  That night, as soon as I got home, I went online, searching in all kinds of forums and message boards for any way that it might not hurt for Cherry’s during her first time. I looked into ways to dull the pain, ways to make sure she was good and stretched and lubed up first, and I even searched into ways that maybe I could somehow make my dick a little smaller perhaps, that’s how desperate I was! Because Cherry did have a point: I was pretty well-endowed.

  Well, that night I searched and searched, pawing through website after website, my searches getting more and more random, remaining there hunched over my laptop until my eyes stung and I was yawning loudly. It was getting on for the early hours of the morning, and I was about to log off and got to sleep when I ended up on this totally batshit crazy ‘modern witchcraft’ website.

  I know what you’re thinking and, until a little while ago, I would have completely agreed with you.

  What a crock of shit, right?

  Well, maybe it was just because I was so horny and desperate, but I found myself reading it anyway, in particular focussing on something called a ‘mind swap’ incantation, which sounded like just what I was after — it was a combination of a potion (made from pretty accessible ingredients), along with a small chant, and it claimed that if it worked, you would swap minds with whoever you chose for up to one hour.

  This sounded like the best solution I could find: because if we swapped minds, I figured, then at least it would be me in Cherry’s body, and therefore, I could take the pain of that first time on her behalf!

  I just hoped that she was willing to give it a try when I told her, and not simply laugh in my face …

  “I feel stupid,” Cherry giggled.

  “Me too,” I admitted.

  We were both standing there, in the middle of the salt circle I’d drawn on her bedroom floor, and we’d spent the last five minutes chanting the special words of the spell over and over again while holding hands. After a while, we’d lapsed into silence, and Cherry had been the first of us to break it.

  I sighed, feeling my heart sink, realizing just how freaking stupid I’d been to think that some spell I read about on the internet was actually gonna solve all my problems …

  I let go of Cherry’s slim, tanned little hand and turned to take a step out of the crudely-drawn salt circle, when WHAM!

  It was like a firework exploded right in the center of my head.

  My vision flashed to white and then, just like that, I came to again, except it was the strangest goddamn thing: I was standing there looking at myself.

  “What the fuck,” I murmured, hearing my voice sounding strange and different when I spoke, sounding an awful lot like Cherry’s …

  I brought my hands to my face, feeling not the usual prickle of stubble on my cheeks, but instead a tender smoothness to my skin and the long silky blonde hair that was falling down around the sides of my face and onto my bare shoulders was very different too.

  I looked down at my body and sure enough, my gaze was met by the vision of two small, pert breasts staring invitingly back up at me. And now I could feel how weird and different my clothes felt: the odd sensation of my bra strap digging into my back and sides, just a little, and the strange tight snugness of my black yoga pants, and also, as I shifted my weight from o
ne foot to the other, I noticed an odd wedgie-like feeling which I guess was the thong panties Cherry always favored. But my investigations were interrupted by the sound of my voice, coming from the person facing me …

  “Oh my god,” said Cherry.

  She turned to face me, her body now my old body.

  It was so weird to see myself from outside like that: to see me exactly as others viewed me. I’d always wondered if perhaps I was too slim or short compared to the other guys at school, but I had to say I looked pretty good. My shoulders were broad and muscular, and from down here in Cherry’s body, I actually looked pretty damn big and tall and strong. I felt a weird fluttering in my tummy as I looked at her - or was it him, there in my masculine body, and it was the strangest sensation: I could kind of feel these butterflies building up in my stomach and fluttering out around me, but I could also feel other things too, sexy new sensations happening inside me.

  My new body felt seemed to be a whole lot more sensitive than my previous one; it was as if every silky little inch of me was on fire with a lusty excitement. I could feel my nipples hardening and tingling beneath my little vest top and bra, and I could feel this particularly urgent rhythmic throbbing, right there between my legs.

  And I have to say, it felt pretty great!

  I couldn’t help myself. I reached down and gently cupped my fingers between my legs, feeling the strange sensation of, instead of my usual bulging junk, instead just the soft tender mound of my pussy lips, an intense heat radiating out through the flimsy fabric of my panties and yoga pants. It felt kind of nice to have just that smooth warm softness between my legs, and I liked the sensation of cupping my crotch like that for a moment with my trembling fingers.

  I groaned, involuntarily, as my fingers strayed sensuously upwards, locating the main source of my throbbing pleasure, just a little ways up from my brand new swelling pussy lips. This was my clit, I guessed, and as I traced my fingers lightly back and forth across its hard pulsing mound, the sexy sensations increased in my body, causing my knees to tremble and my nipples to tighten and harden even further, until they felt like two hard tight fingers pointing out from the centre of my breasts.