Held Down

by Pamela Prim

  Brenda didn’t care less. She spat on John’s dick and suckled the tip of his dick as he grew even bigger. John held his cock and thrust it in and out of her mouth, enjoying the sensuous motion.

  Brenda push her cunt against Justin’s thrusts as her senses raged all over again.

  “Oooooh . . . ooooooh . . .,” she mumbled with John’s cock inside her mouth. She expressed her pleasure on John’s cock, taking him all in and sucking him gently as her arousal mounted. She wanted to enclose his dick with her fingers but she could not, because her hands were planted on the floor, supporting her weight.

  Her body juddered as Justin slammed his cock from behind her. Brenda stopped momentarily to relish the phenomenal pleasure of Justin’s attack on her pussy. It was the second time that she was fucked, and indeed, as Justin said, it was sweeter and more pleasurable than the first one. It was because the pain was gone and all that was left was immeasurable pleasure.

  “Aaaaaah, ooooooh, FUCK ME . . . harder, harder please,” she begged, crying out for Justin.

  This prompted Justin to pound her with everything he got, the veins in his biceps became prominent as he held on to her waist and pounded the hell out of her.

  “Jeezzzz, you’re still so tight,” he snarled, “but so good . . . God, I could fuck you all day.”

  Brenda could barely maintain her mouth on John’s dick because her pussy was vibrating so badly, she sensed it would explode any moment. Justin molded his body on Brenda’s back and stroked her tits from behind, while humping her. That’s when Brenda went crazy; madly grinding her pussy behind, against Justin’s dick as she climaxed. She forgot John’s cock as she raised her head in triumph. The universe exploded in a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors and Brenda felt the different parts of her body savor the delicious sensations that emanated from the center of her pussy. It was Nirvana, all over again.

  Justin ejaculated too while Brenda was writhing in pleasure. Her slit has enveloped his dick in a tight embrace as he ejaculated.

  John, however, was not done yet. He inserted his penis back in Brenda’s mouth but she was in another throe of her orgasm, keening like a wild animal. He needed to fuck her. He pulled Justin away from Brenda and pushed her down the floor.

  “This position is called the bridge,” John turned Brenda on her back and pulled her closer to him as he knelt and grasped her on the waist with both hands. Brenda’s lower half was raised, and her ass was supported by his thighs. Her pussy was firmly wedged into John’s cock, forming a bridge, and her legs were spread wide apart allowing John’s body in between her thighs.

  Whatever the position was, Brenda sensed her pussy had become more elastic. As John pulled her in and out, an orgasm once more hovered in the background. It was so pleasurable that she could not help but sink her teeth into Justin’s hands, which were stroking her lips and her breasts, while staying on the sidelines. Justin yelped, “Hey, you’re having fun huh?”

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah . . . that’s good. . . yes, right there . . . harder . . . ,” she cried, her body thrashing madly giving in to another orgasm.

  “Oh, God, . . . oooooh,” she continued, her mind and body focused only on the most delectable cuisine she had ever tasted – fucking.

  At last John climaxed with a groan and his eyes went berserk as he fucked her non-stop until he ejaculated. It was well worth it, he thought, the most wonderful sexual intercourse I’ve encountered.

  They all collapsed to the floor, spent but fully satisfied. “There’s nothing more delightful than fucking a wild, willing virgin,” Justin gave words to their thoughts, while he stroked her nipples.

  “To that I willingly agree,” John seconded, pressing his hand against her sodden pussy.

  After twenty minutes of stroking and fondling, both men’s cocks were back to their erect forms, ready for another performance.

  Brenda’s vagina was eager for another round, as well, the folds of her lower lips, trembling for another taste of heaven.

  “Let’s proceed to the missionary position,” Justin stated unabashedly. “This position is rarely done these days, and sometimes this primary position is even unknown to some lovers.”

  Justin instructed Brenda to lie down on her back with her legs together. Then he mounted her, his feet straightened under him too. They were face to face and Justin half supported his weight with his arms so he can have more flexibility in kissing her in the mouth and in the upper portions of her body.

  Brenda asked, curious, “you mean I can’t spread my thighs and bend my knees?” She pretended to listen calmly but her body was responding to the caresses that her two teachers were giving her.

  “If you bend them, it becomes a different position,” Justin said, his arousal becoming intense when Brenda began rotating her hips and grinding it against his own.

  John knelt near their heads and stole kisses from both of them, at any chance he got. He also caressed Justin’s back while he humped Brenda furiously, his climax getting harder to attain because of his two previous ejaculations. But the intensity of the sensations had grown stronger and more exquisite. His face was suffused with blood as he pumped, non-stop, into her slick cunt.

  “God of mercy . . . Ooooh God . . . aaaaah . . . so tight, “he muttered continually, rolling his eyes to bask in that moment of pleasure.“You’re still too tight, honey.”

  A squishing sound came from their pussy and cock’s intimate encounter. It sounded like a suction being pulled up and being pumped back again or a foot stuck in mud being pulled up and back again. Justin moved his hips in circular movements applying more pressure on Brenda’s clitoris. Her clit tingled and sent tiny vibrations of bliss up her spine and into every nerve ending in her body.

  “Hmmmmmmm . . . mmmmmmmm . . . ,” she mumbled, the black of her eyes disappearing from view.

  She clutched the pillows as Justin continued to fuck her with sliding, circular motions on her pubis, grinding her bone where her clit protruded, and simultaneously penetrating her pussy until his organ was buried deep in the folds of her vagina.

  Justin uttered animalistic groans as his third ejaculation, in a span of a few hours, was nearing its expulsion.

  Meanwhile, John was masturbating and kissing Brenda whenever Justin left her mouth free. He was also massaging his dick relentlessly until it grew as big as Justin’s. He pinched Brenda’s tits at will and placed his hand between their colliding bodies, once in a while.

  Then Justin grunted violently and then ejaculated, his body jerking like a puppet on a string that had gone haywire. Brenda climaxed almost at the same time, and her body shook with him in a state of jubilant release.

  Not to be outdone, John strained for his climax and joined them in a wonderful chorus of sounds that conveyed their sexual satisfaction.

  “From this primary position, you can easily shift to other positions such as, the scissors, the bridge and the helicopter,” Justin stated huskily, his cock still tumescent and awake.

  John interjected, “remember the missionary position because it’s utterly satisfying. Eventually, you’ll learn all the other positions.”

  Graduation day was fast approaching and Brenda was thinking, I wasn’t guaranteed of another meeting with these two great professors, but I need to take further lessons, she mused. She wanted to master the techniques of the new sensual world that they had introduced to her. She had high hopes they would agree after she had passed their subjects with flying colors.

  She put on her IPod’s music and started dancing seductively to JLo and Pitbull’s ‘Live It Up’.

  “Now, it’s time to teach you some dance lessons, professors,” she declared impishly. In her birthday suit, she shook her booty and undulated her body.

  The two erudite men stared, mesmerized at the dancing nymphet and resolved that she was worth their time and effort.

  “When do you want your next lessons?” John asked expectantly.

  “Tomorrow,” Brenda replied, her tits and pussy already tuning up for the
expected pleasurable sensations.

  “Your next case study is Kama Sutra,” Justin disclosed, his breathing back to normal.

  “Aye, aye sirs,” Brenda saluted them.

  The two men eyed each other curiously and broke out laughing.

  Story 52

  Once she was on the pavement, Laura paused and took a deep breath of the spring air. The sky above the New England Conservatory Building was blue. It was proving to be a good day. Laura had known she had a good chance of being in “Tales of the Wind”, the orchestra’s premium performance. But with auditions being compulsory nothing was guaranteed. She touched the paper in her pocket lightly; it was the performance pass that gave her the guarantee she needed. The slot was hers.

  Her red Volkswagen bug was waiting for her in the parking lot. No matter what anybody said she loved the car. The car was a present from her Aunt Matilda; Laura thought it was cool for a cello player to drive a bug. Throwing her bag in the back seat she took to the driver's seat. The car's interior was nothing fancy, Formica on the dashboard, an FM radio with no USB, and her personal favorite the grey teddy bear that bounced on the windscreen. She called him Freeny, a name she couldn’t remember its origin. Freeny had been with her since she was thirteen. What a long time ago that was. So much had happened in the last six years.

  Being in the afternoon, the roads were clear. Cruising along Huntington Avenue with WAAF FM was playing a nice love song. To this day Laura couldn’t explain exactly how it happened; all she heard was a big thump when her foot pressed down on the brake pedal. The car behind her, a ford truck had rammed into her rear side. Lucky her safety belt was fastened on as she would have probably ended up in the windscreen. At first there was no pain and she unfastened her safety belt. But as Laura went for the door knob, pain shot up her knee. She must have jerked her leg upwards and hit something hard. Laura tumbled out of the bug to assess the damage. The car’s rear end was badly smashed in. The Volkswagen engine unlike modern cars has its engine housed in the back. On seeing the amount of damage Laura knew she had a big problem. It was the truck owner’s turn to assess the damage.

  “Oh dear, oh dear. What have I done now?” The woman seemed appalled by what she'd done. Laura approximated her age to be about fifty. She admitted her mistake and promised to pay for everything.

  “Oh dear," the old woman kept repeating. Laura could not get angry with her, she pitied the shocked woman. The Volkswagen would not start again and Laura called CJ Auto and Tow. The traffic cop arrived and proceeded to check out the situation. After taking down their details the officer concluded it was a simple case, and since nobody was hurt they could go. Laura didn't feel the pain in her knee at all. There was no need of complicating issues with such a small thing. She let it pass. The tow truck finally arrived and hauled her beloved bug to the garage. The kindly woman gave Laura a ride apologizing profusely for the accident all the way to Laura’s apartment building.

  Laura called her insurance agent when she got home. The car would be taken care of; she just had to use the bus for a few days. Her Aunt Matilda was livid when she heard about Laura's little accident. She settled down when Laura assured her she was fine. The accident could not however overshadow the day's good news. Laura had been chosen to play in the season’s biggest performance. Her aunt was happy as she knew what this meant to Laura. Ever since she was a little girl, playing the cello was her big dream. In no time Laura was blabbing about the acclaimed Italian director who would be conducting the performance, and the international soloist who will be performing. Aunt Matilda was her only family member. She had taken to raising Laura when her parents had died in a horrific road accident. Laura had been only three years old. Aunt Matilda was not only a mother to her but a good friend. When Laura decided to accept the offer to join the Boston orchestra music program, Aunt Matilda had supported her to make the transition. After a rather long talk they said goodnight. The practice sessions would be running for the whole week. Sleeping early was a good idea.

  She felt some pain in her knee when removing her denim pants. Stroking the troubled area, a small swell could be felt beneath the knee cap. She would get some medicine for it the following day. Standing in front of the mirror she gazed at her body. Laura had always been a little on the thick side. Her aunt said she got her full body from her mom. In junior high school some mean girls had called her names. She did not let their foolishness get to her instead becoming more careful with her clothing. Skirts, dresses and blazers filled her wardrobe. Soon she was no longer fat but curvy. With her auburn hair and oval blue eyes many thought she was beautiful. The only problem was cello practice and her overwhelming shyness. Her dream was to be a great cello player and that took practice. Between daily cello sessions and the studies there was never time for the opposite sex. She'd had only one boyfriend; Kevin. They'd attended the London school of music together. The innocent kisses they had shared were now a faded memory. Nobody else had come close. Now as she looked at herself Laura wondered how her friends felt to have a man touch them. Laura had never had sex with anyone. Only her best friend Selina knew. Selina played the violin at the orchestra and could keep a secret. Laura didn't have time to think about sex. Her career came first then the right guy, she told herself. The right time will come. It was time for a nap, tomorrow she was taking the bus.

  Laura chose a tightly fitting cotton top, matched with a black hugging skirt for the big day. It would be the first day of practice leading to the big performance, she wanted to feel good. Laura had realized that she didn't mind when people looked at her. She kind of enjoyed it. Grabbing her bag which housed her cello, make-up kit and other girl essentials she was skipping from the apartment when her swollen knee ached in pain. The knee had swollen some more through the night. Her heels were putting too much pressure on it. Ruffling through her shoe stand she picked out a pair of black loafers. They were not as glamorous as the heels but they would do. She had to get something for the knee. The pharmacy was on her way to the bus stop. The pharmacist was an African American man with rimmed glasses.

  "How can I help you miss?" he inquired when she walked in. "I need something for my knee, It is swollen, I hit something yesterday." Laura explained.

  The pharmacist attention was divided between listening to her and staring at the crease of her protruding chest. He prescribed some painkillers. When Laura nodded in approval he got a bottle for her. Laura swallowed two on the spot and promised to see the doctor if it got worse. As she walked out Laura could see the pharmacist ogling at her endowed back side in the reflecting glass wall. She turned her head suddenly looking at him. He was caught unaware staring at her bubbly buttocks, he looked away embarrassed. She smiled to herself. Laura had that effect on men. The bus was on time and soon she was cruising towards Massachusetts Avenue. Laura loved Boston, its deep history was etched into the city's architecture. The John F Kennedy library and museum loomed large as a reminder of ages past, the U.S.S Constitution and USS constitution museum cerebrated Boston's contribution to the greatest constitution in the world. Boston was not lacking in attractions. Laura had felt right at home in the city as soon as she’d arrived. She'd been there for eight months and loved exploring the town when she wasn’t very busy.

  Selina was waiting for her in the cafeteria opposite the Boston symphony orchestra building. Practice was not due for another fifteen minutes. Enough time for coffee and some gossip. Selina was already on her second mug of coffee washing down slices of black cake when Laura arrived. Selina was the skinny type, never gaining weight no matter what she ate. Laura watched everything she ate and marveled at her friend’s stroke of good luck.

  "Hello, girlfriend," Selina exclaimed as they pecked on the cheeks.

  “Chocolate cake, really?" Laura joked eyeing the cake hungrily.

  "The perks of being me." Selina replied playfully. “What happened yesterday?" She asked with concern referring to the accident.

  “Well, I was on Huntington Avenue at the connection to t
he St.Stephen road..." Laura narrated her accident.

  Once Selina was sure that her friend was alright the jokes began. They laughed heartily about the old woman who almost went to shock. Selina leaned in and said with a serious face “Do you know if you'd died you would’ve died a virgin. Never to know the feeling of a man inside you!" Selina went on to laugh hysterically enjoying her own crooked joke.

  “I hadn't thought of that. Somebody come and rescue me from this curse." Laura retorted jokingly. The banter continued and before they knew it fifteen minutes were up. They rushed to the Orchestra, parting at the elevator. As Laura watched her friend run to her sessions she wondered what it was like to be Selina. She loved to have fun. She was always inviting Laura to parties which she declined. Selina loved to talk about her men. Sometimes the details were so real that Laura could picture them. Selina making love to a guy in the park bench was her favorite. It seemed so erotic to Laura. She was not as courageous and doubted she'd have the guts to get intimate in such a public place. She was still a virgin at nineteen; there were not many virgins her age. That she was sure of.