Roweena's Super Poop! byBizarre_Consent©

Roweena's Super Poop!

byBizarre_Consent©

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Roweena's Super Poop!

byBizarre_Consent©

I'm not sure why Emily asked me to write this story down. It's just a funny, gross thing that happened to us a couple weeks back.

My name's Roweena. I'm a college student in my mid-20s, a little older than most of my classmates. I can't afford the student housing, so I live at home and commute to campus every day. My best friend Emily lives at home, too. She doesn't own a car, so I'm always giving her rides.

Today, Emily was working late in her Biology lab. It was a Wednesday afternoon after class, and I was bored out of my mind waiting for her.

"Emillyyyy," I whined, "let's goooooo."

She was hunched over a lab bench, scribbling in a small notebook. She bounced her leg anxiously. "One more minute," she said.

Emily had been stressed recently. She'd started working for her Biology professor as a research assistant. The job paid okay, but now she seemed distracted all the time.

"Almost done," she mumbled, "almost..." Then she turned a page, and her eyes widened. "Wait - there's actually more."

I sighed, frustrated.

Emily had been my best friend since we were kids. She was a white girl, pale and thin, with glasses and a messy brown ponytail. Today, like most days, she wore a white buttoned blouse and a knee-length skirt.

I look a little different. I'm mixed-race - my parents are both immigrants - and I'm pretty dark-skinned. I have straight black hair past my shoulders. Unlike Emily, I'm in really good shape: I teach kickboxing classes in the mornings, and I lift weights. I'm proud of being strong. I wear tight t-shirts and jeans most days, and I look good in them.

Emily and I make a strange pair of friends, but we've always supported each other. And, most of the time, we can make each other laugh. Isn't that all you need?

The Biology lab wasn't too exciting: most of the shelves held nothing but textbooks. In one corner, though, I found a clear plastic container full of tiny lizards. "Hey, buddies," I cooed to them. I tapped the plastic, but the lizards didn't move.

"Don't bother those," Emily said, distracted. "I'm trying to get them to mate."

"Oh. Sexy."

I kept pacing around. On the far side of the laboratory, the Biology professor had left some personal items on a desk. There was an old couch there, too.

Something caught my eye: a small plastic baggie lay on the professor's desk. It was labeled "FITNESS NUTRIENTS," and it held a few dozen brown tablets.

"Fitness nutrients?" I asked.

"Yeah," said Emily, without looking up. "Dr. V is developing a vitamin formula. Her mom's retirement home has this exercise program..."

I shook a tablet out and popped it into my mouth. I should start taking more vitamins, I thought idly. The tablet was large, but I managed to swallow it whole.

I cleared my throat. "Emily, are you almost done?"

"Um..." She was still writing in her notebook. "A little longer. Sorry."

Sighing, I flopped down onto the old couch. The cushions were ripped in places, and it smelled funky... but it felt surprisingly soft.

I stretched out and rested my head against an old throw pillow. Soon, I was yawning.

"Don't fall asleep over there," Emily warned me. "I'll be finished in a couple minutes."

"I won't. Don't worry."

My legs were a little sore from kickboxing that morning, and it was nice to relax. After a few minutes, I couldn't help getting sleepy - the couch was just too comfortable. The next thing I knew, Emily was shaking my shoulder.

"Wake up, Roweena. I'm ready to go."

"Hmm?" I rolled over. "Mmm... I'm sleepy..."

"I see that." Emily sighed. "Well, okay. I guess there's more work I can do..."

She left me alone. I relaxed and fell asleep on the couch again, pretty deeply this time. Soon, I started dreaming. It's fuzzy now, but I'm pretty sure I dreamed about having sex with my weightlifting partner. That was nice. In real life, I haven't gotten laid in a very long time.

Suddenly, a sharp pain in my stomach woke me up. "Ow, ow..." I said. I sat up, holding my belly, and saw Emily studying at the lab bench.

"Hey, Roweena," she greeted me.

"Hey," I grunted. "How long was I asleep?"

"Couple of hours. You were pretty conked out."

"Sorry. I guess I needed a nap." My midsection gave another painful throb, and I winced. "God, my stomach is killing me..."

Emily looked up. "You're not just hungry? It's almost dinnertime."

"No way." Standing, I rubbed my bloated belly. My pants felt tight. "I'm stuffed, actually."

I was feeling gassy. Opening my mouth wide, I let loose with an airy belch. A chemical odor - like gasoline - filled my mouth.

Emily made a face. "Excuse you," she said.

"Sorry. I feel weird." Another small burp escaped my throat. "Ugh. Maybe it was those vitamins."

"Vitamins?" Emily turned pale. "Wait a second. You didn't swallow one of those tablets, did you?"

I blinked at her. "Um... was that bad?"

"Roweena!" She scrambled to her feet. "That tablet was enough for, like, twenty old ladies! You're supposed to dissolve it in a water cooler!"

"Oh." My stomach gave a loud, gassy gurgle. "What was in it?" I asked.

"I don't know! It's experimental!" Emily approached me, hyperventilating. "Roweena, we have to call a hospital! Oh, my god - "

"Hey, come on." I held out my hands reassuringly. Emily had anxiety problems, and I was always trying to calm her down. "Listen," I said slowly, "this thing won't kill me, will it?"

She relaxed slightly. "No," she admitted. "Probably not."

"Okay, good. So it's no problem, right?"

"Well, it won't be very fun," Emily explained. She pushed her glasses up on her face. "The tablet expands in water - it makes this thick, foamy stuff. That all needs to come out of you."

I paused. "Come out of me?"

"Yeah." Emily suddenly smiled, trying not to giggle. "You're gonna take a giant poop, in other words!"

"Lovely," I said. Despite my discomfort, I started to chuckle. At least I could see the humor in the situation. "You mean... a super poop?"

"Yes!" Emily cried. "Roweena's super poop!"

I burst out laughing. "What a shitty super power!"

For a long moment, we both laughed together like teenagers. Then another stab of pain hit me, and I clutched my stomach again and sat back on the couch.

My belly made an angry-sounding gurgle. "That doesn't sound good," Emily observed.

"Doesn't feel good, either," I grunted. The pressure moved downwards inside me, and I made a sour face. "Uh oh," I said.

Emily looked frightened. "Uh oh?"

"Sorry about this," I warned her. Then I leaned forward and released the biggest fart of my life. I had no chance of holding it back - a blast of air exploded from my ass, so powerful that I thought it might rip my jeans. The sound was like a cannon firing: BOOM!

"Geez, Roweena!" Emily cried.

"Sorry, sorry..." I closed my eyes. There was more coming: I could feel a bulging ball of gas rushing towards my sphincter. All I could do was lean forward, relax my butthole, and hope for the best.

The air whooshed out of me like a gust of wind. I could feel some of the breeze hitting the back of the couch, and some of it inflating my jeans for a moment. I even got that weird feeling when a fart goes under you and comes out the front, passing between your lady lips on the way. It tickled!

"Oh, sheesh..." I groaned.

It just kept coming. The air made a bit of a farty noise as it exited my body, but mostly it just sounded like a powerful hiss. I could feel my stomach shrink, and my pants felt a bit looser. I continued leaning forward and letting the gas pass freely.

After nearly ten seconds, the fart finally ended. I gasped in relief. "Oh, wow!"

"Super fart," Emily whispered.

"Definitely an all-timer," I agreed, sighing.

Then the smell reached our noses. It was an overwhelming chemical odor, similar to the gasoline fumes I had burped up earlier... but it was much stronger. The air felt almost toxic.

Emily took a step backwards, stunned. "Oh god!" she gagged.

I waved my hand in front of my face, giggling. "Wow!" I exclaimed. "That's awful!"

The smell surrounded us, and all we could do was laugh. Soon, the stink flooded the entire lab room. We both felt giddy and light-headed.

"This is so gross!" Emily squealed, trying to stifle her giggles. "Why are we laughing?"

"Because it's funny!"

Another gas bubble moved through my intestines, and I let it rip. The sound was like an earthquake! Then I opened my mouth and belched again, releasing a fresh cloud of smelly fumes.

"I wish I could do this all the time!" I laughed. "I'd let it out during kickboxing."

"Chemical warfare!" Emily cried.

"A stink attack!"

We both cracked up again. Seriously: if you can't laugh about farts, you can't be my friend. Girls and guys alike - everyone does it. Why should we feel embarrassed?

The only problem was the discomfort: my stomach still felt painfully bloated, and the farts and burps only gave me temporary relief. "How long until the main event?" I asked Emily.

"The super poop?" She shook her head. "I have no idea."

I thought about waiting around on campus, but I hated their public restrooms. College girls don't always flush, and there's usually pee on the seats. Half the toilets are broken, too. "You think there's time to drive home?" I asked.

"Seems risky," Emily said.

"Well, I live for danger." I stood up, still holding my swollen belly. "Come on, let's get out of here."

Luckily, the science building was mostly empty. I couldn't stop blowing farts as we walked towards my car. I fumigated the entire hallway, letting out a hiss of air with every step.

Emily looked from side to side nervously. "Roweena," she asked in a whisper, "could you just hold it in until -"

"No!" I declared loudly. "I cannot stop farting, Emily!"

My voice echoed down the halls, and Emily turned bright red with embarrassment. I'm not usually so gross, but I love making Emily blush; it's been my favorite hobby since we were kids.

There's one part I never told her, though. As I walked, my stomach felt heavy and stretched out, and my pants felt really tight, and my thighs were rubbing together, and... it felt kinda good. Like... in a sexual way.

I'll tell you something private: sometimes when I'm really desperate to pee, and my bladder is super-full, it kinda turns me on. Do other girls get that feeling, or is it just me? Anyway, my bloated stomach was giving me a similar sense of pressure, and I was starting to get revved up as I walked.

The gassy stink followed us into the car, and we opened all the windows immediately. Emily was getting anxious again. "What if we don't make it home?" she asked. "It's like a 20 minute drive."

"I bet I can wait," I said confidently.

I stepped on the gas. My own personal gas kept leaking out of me, too. Despite the open windows, the smell of my burps and farts filled the car as I drove.

"Roweena, this is awful!" Emily complained.

I laughed. "I'm sorry, I can't hold it in!"

"You just HAD to swallow that tablet, didn't you?"

"That wasn't my finest moment," I admitted, "but we've been in weirder situations, haven't we?"

Emily agreed grudgingly. Over the last few months, I'd seen her in some pretty compromising positions, too. Maybe I'll write those stories down one day.

I drove as fast as I could, but we seemed to get stopped at every red light. Half the trip was on long, empty stretches of highway with nothing but trees on either side. I felt tempted to just floor it, but I knew this road was a major speed trap. Getting pulled over by a cop was NOT part of my plan!

Unfortunately, the pressure in my guts was growing stronger by the second. "Emily," I said darkly, "I think I've got bad news..."

"No!" she cried. "I knew this was too risky!"

"I guess I should have listened..."

My lower abdomen was bulging out painfully. I could feel an incredible weight inside me, and it was shifting downwards. I didn't have much time.

"This is bad," I groaned through gritted teeth.

Not everything was bad, though. What I didn't tell Emily was that the pressure inside me - the heavy weight down there - was pushing against a weird erogenous zone. In short, I was getting horny as shit. I squirmed in my seat, flushing red, as I squeezed my sphincter tightly shut.

"Ohh," I whimpered. "Oh, man..."

Emily looked concerned. "Don't poop in your pants," she warned me. "There's going to be a LOT that comes out!"

"I'm n-not sure I can make it..."

The pressure was moving downwards, almost to my butthole now. No matter how hard I clenched, I couldn't hold it back much longer.

We were nowhere close to home, but we'd gone too far to turn back. "Emily," I gasped, "I'm sorry, but I need to pull over!"

I stopped my car on the side of the highway. Thankfully, nothing but trees stood on either side of us, separated from the road by twenty feet of grass.

I barely turned my engine off before scrambling out of the car. I was clenching with all my strength, feeling my heartbeat throb in my lady parts, and my guts were so heavy I could hardly walk. "Gotta poop!" I cried over my shoulder. "Bye, Emily!"

I was seconds away from shitting myself. I started unbuttoning my jeans as I waddled across the grass. Emily followed, calling my name. "Roweena! Are you gonna be all right?"

I didn't answer; I couldn't think straight. The pressure inside me felt intense - painful now - and every step I took gave me a bizarre sexual response. "Ah!" I squealed aloud. "Ohhh, shit..."

Then, suddenly, I was out of time. As hard as I squeezed down there, I could feel my butthole opening up. Something was pushing its way out! I hadn't made it to the trees yet, but I yanked my jeans down and squatted. The grass tickled my butt cheeks.

I relaxed myself... and the relief I felt was absolutely fucking amazing. I sighed.

My butthole stretched open. God, did it stretch! My eyes closed tightly, and my teeth gritted. I started groaning: "Hrrrnnnn..."

"Roweena?" I could hear Emily charging through the grass. "Are you okay?"

"I- I think s... OH!"

My poop began moving, and it scraped my intestines as it went. This was the biggest dump I'd ever taken - the thickest and firmest by far. It felt like a baseball bat sliding out of me!

"Oh my god," I wheezed, eyes closed. "Oh... my god..."

It hurt, but in a good way. Honestly, it felt like having sex - like a guy's gigantic dick was inside me, slightly bigger than I could handle. I'd never had anal sex before, but I instantly understood what it felt like. It felt... incredible.

I don't know. Maybe the way I was squatting put pressure on my g-spot, or something like that. I had my jeans bunched around my ankles, knees tucked under my armpits, and my bare ass sticking out over the grass. I groaned with a mix of pain and pleasure: "Aahh... Ohh..."

Suddenly, Emily cried out. "What the -?"

I opened one eye. Emily was staring down at me, mouth hanging open. "What?" I asked. "Is there blood?"

She shook her head wordlessly.

"Good," I gasped. "Then - stop watching me!"

She turned around. Vaguely, I knew that there were cars driving past on the road, and Emily was blocking me from their view. I'll thank her later, I told myself.

My poop kept pushing itself out. The feeling was so intense, I couldn't stand it much longer. It pressed against my insides - and it rubbed against something sensitive inside me. I couldn't stop making sounds, as if I were getting laid: "Aahh... Aahh..."

Emily turned around again. "Geez, Roweena. You sound like you're having sex!"

I couldn't respond. I could barely breathe! A familiar tension was building inside me.

Wait a sec, I thought to myself, I think I'm gonna...

"Oohh!" I squealed. "Oohh - shit!"

Reader, it's true. I had an orgasm while pooping.

Squatting, I bent forward until my head practically touched the grass. I whimpered and shook, feeling everything pulse down there, and my face grew sweaty and hot. Through it all, I could still feel the thick poop pushing out of me.

Emily touched my shoulder, panicking. "Roweena! Are you all right? What -?"

"Wow," I panted. I straightened my back, still squatting. "I just came."

She pulled back. "What?"

"I know!" I laughed, feeling giddy with emotion. "I'm pooping so hard, I had a fucking orgasm!"

Emily was laughing, too. "No way! Are you serious?"

"Yes!" I squeezed my eyes shut. "This is fucking intense, all right?"

I was still pooping very hard. I had no idea how much had exited my body, or how much still remained. But already I could feel the sexual friction again. My poop was forcing itself out of me, and I groaned once more.

After another minute, I had a second orgasm. This time, it didn't feel as good; I was getting a little sore down there. My legs had begun to quiver from squatting so long, and even my guts were getting exhausted somehow.

And then, suddenly, I farted. It was a triumphant fart, like deflating balloons at the end of a party. I felt the tail end of my poop drop out of me, and my butthole began to pull shut.

I was done. My intestines hummed with relief. With wobbly legs, I rose to my feet. "Oh, thank god..."

Emily took my arm and steadied me. "You feel okay?"

"Yeah," I sighed. "I think so."

I looked back at the ground. For a moment, I was puzzled. Where I'd been squatting in the grass, I saw nothing but a blue rubber hose - smooth and perfectly coiled. "Wait a second," I said.

"Yeah." Emily smiled.

"It's blue?" I blinked. "Blue poop?"

"It's blue!" laughed Emily.

I bent over and looked closely at my super-poop. It was a spongy, unbroken tube almost four feet long. When I got close, I could smell gasoline. And it was bright blue - almost a neon color.

"It's like a pool noodle!" I exclaimed, laughing.

"Roweena," Emily asked quietly, "could you please pull your pants up?"

"Oh. Right."

I wiped, using a napkin from Emily's pocket, but my ass was perfectly clean. I hitched my jeans back up, grinning.

"We gotta get pictures!" I said.

Emily rubbed the back of her neck. "This is so gross," she sighed, "but maybe Dr. V will find it interesting."

Fifteen feet away, cars were still speeding past on the highway. Emily and I spent a few minutes documenting my blue poop on the grass, taking pictures from multiple angles on our phones.

"I can't believe this came out of me!" I laughed. "I'm kinda proud of myself!"

Emily shook her head. "Just don't swallow any more strange pills, all right?"

My car still reeked like gasoline farts, so we kept the windows open. Ten minutes later, I dropped Emily off at her parents' house. "Okay," I teased her, "tomorrow's your turn for super-pooping, right?"

"Ugh. No thanks!" She briefly made a face, and then we hugged each other goodbye.

Sitting in my car alone afterwards, I was still buzzing with adrenaline. To be honest, I really felt like having sex.

At a red light, I texted one of my exes: "Hey! Free tonight? Want to come over?"

"Sorry, Roweena," he responded. "New girlfriend, remember? I can't see you anymore."

"Fine. Your loss." I paused for a moment, then smiled. "I made you something today. Wanna see?"

Before he could respond, I sent him a picture of my super-poop.

"Roweena," he messaged back, "what the hell is this?"

I didn't answer. For the rest of my drive home, I was giggling stupidly to myself.

I'll admit it: sometimes, I can be pretty immature!

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Author's note: If you enjoyed hanging out with Emily and Roweena, they also appear in an ongoing series called Exotic Biology 101.

Pinned, Smothered and Bound - Dana byDarkTodd©

Dana wouldn't give up. I told her without uncertainty that I wasn't interested in dating her. She would call me agist or seductively told me I didn't know what I was turning down. Sometimes I'd thought about it, but I couldn't really stir my imagination into thinking about a date with a woman ten years old. Also all my girlfriends have been small, thin and quiet. Dana was loud, brash, busty and thick.
Some of my friends made fun of me for not going for it. They would say that one of these days she was going to get me drunk and break me down, and better to do it before she turns 50. Don't get me wrong Dana looked good for her age. Her skin was still tight, and her huge breasts were still pretty firm. Her curves were always on display, especially when she knew she was going to see me.
One day I got cornered at the grocery store and she convinced me to go have drinks with her. We went out to a local pub, and she slammed beers like a fratboy. I did my best to keep up, just because I wasn't used to being outdrank by a woman. I tried to keep polite conversation, but she just kept trying to get me worked up. She would lean over and show as much freshly tanned cleavage as possible. She wore this dazzling floral perfume that made her really appealing too.
As I got a bit drunk, I imagined finally giving in to her, and having a little fun, but part of me I think was just resisting the idea of being seduced like this by a woman I wasn't really attracted to. Part of me still thought of her as my Mom's friend (even though she was much younger, she worked with my mom at the hospital). At one point she even got up and sat on my lap. She was heavier than I was used to and her big meaty ass dug into my stomach. My head was swimming with her perfume, and embarrassment at being so blatantly pursued in public, that I excused myself to the bathroom in an effort to get her off of me.
She balked and played around saying she wouldn't get off, and I have to "make her." She playfully bounced on my lap a few times, and I slid out and walked away to the bathroom. I noticed as I walked away that I had become rock hard from her little game. I was annoyed at my body for betraying my mind like that.
I had a plan to fake an early appointment, and slip out before things got any more heavy with Dana, but she tempted me with a bottle of supper rare whisky (my greatest weakness) that she had stashed away at home. I walked nervously up the stairs trying not to stare at her tick ass practically clapping and waving at me a few feet ahead.
She poured us the whisky and before I even got a chance to taste it she leaned in and started to make out with me. I paused for a second and let her steal a kiss, but she was practically sucking my tongue down her throat. I tried to push her away, but she grabbed my head, and wrapped her thick legs around my waist, grinding into me with pure animal lust.
I pushed her face off of mine for long enough to protest. Dana just kept grinding. I realized then, that she was too strong and had too tight of a grip with her legs, and I couldn't push her off. The only thing I could think to do was push forward off of the arm of the couch to try to get on top of her in what would be like a top guard position in wrestling. Dana saw my counter coming, and playfully went with it, allowing me to get her in a clothed missionary position.
Before I had a chance to say anything, or even catch my breath, she reached up and pulled my head into her enormous breasts. I tried to push myself up by I couldn't get a good grip on the couch, plus I was distracted by her swinging her legs up to body scissor my ribs. The sharp pain in my midsection plus the suffocation completely disoriented me. I didn't even have time to think about how absurd it was that I was wrestling around with Dana half-drunk, when all I wanted to do was be at home.
She saw and opportunity, and was able to roll me over off the couch. She landed on top of me with her breasts, now spilling out of her dress and completely engulfing my face. Her arms were wrapped around my arms and head completely, immobilizing me. In a brief moment of clarity I realized how ridiculous this situation was. I told myself that once Dana calmed down, I could explain that I wasn't interested and she would probably feel embarrassed about the whole thing. My calm wouldn't last though, in a a few moments I would realize that I wasn't able to get any air trapped between her breasts. I tried to scream into them, but it only came out as murmurs. I kicked my legs, and tried to twist out. I just heard her humming a little song, waiting for me to stop moving, and soon everything went black.
I came too with a bad headache from the beer and being knocked out. I was in a big soft bed that I didn't recognize. I had been stripped down to my underwear. At first I wondered if I had drank too much somewhere and didn't remember. I went to rub my temples, when I noticed that my arms and legs had been tied to the bedposts. I screamed out of terror. I heard some laughter from the other room, and suddenly remembered what had happened before I passed out.
I screamed for Dana to untie me. At first I was enraged. This was kidnapping. She came in wearing a neglige that flattered her in a way I'd never seen before. I actually was taken aback for a second. She would say little things about how this was a special night, and how she knew I wanted this as badly as I did. All I said after every sentence she uttered was "untie me."
She jumped on the foot of the bed and tweaked my toe, and started to rub my leg. I shivered a bit, and she smiled. I started almost whimpering for her to untie me. She sat on my leg and kissed my stomach a few times. As she leaned over her big round tits softly landed on my crotch. I tried to stop it, but my dick swelled in my underwear. She giggled triumphantly as she felt it.
She asked if I still wanted her to untie me. I told her I did. I told her if she that I wouldn't call the police and that we could just forget this night ever happened. She kissed me to shut me up. My dick got rock hard. She reached down and felt it, and told me that I could pretend all I wanted, but she knew I wanted to fuck her so badly that I was straining. She pulled down my underwear and gave my cock a squeeze. She told me to just relax and go with it, and she'd give me the ride of my life.
Inside I thought about it, just getting it over with, and getting a good nut off, and having a good story to tell my buddies about a wild night tied up. I couldn't surrender though. The whole way it happened didn't seem right. It was all too humiliating. I just became silent and tried to pull away at my bound hands. Dana finally got frustrated with my reluctance and smacked my cock in anger. I recoiled.
She thought for a second and told me she wasn't going to force me. In fact she wasn't even going to fuck me unless I begged for it. She wanted me to beg her to fuck her. It seemed silly to me. I told her she might as well untie me. I didn't know what was wrong with this woman. I'd told her in every way imaginable that I had no interest in fucking her, and now she expected me to beg for it. Just because I she got me hard didn't mean that I had become her sex slave.
She sat up on my stomach and took off her neglige. She was only wearing a thong now. I had to admit her naked breasts were statuesque. She played with them a little. She asked me if I wanted to suck on them. I said no, and she shrugged. She played with them a little more, and softly started grinding on my stomach. I felt my dick strain again. I began to squirm. I finally realized what she was getting at. I desperately wanted to touch myself, or have her touch me, but I was stuck like this.
She kissed my neck a bit and then laid down next to me. She rubbed my chest a bit and then put her hand down her panties and touched herself a bit. Her moans and smell filled the air, and I got even more horny. I arched my back and squirmed. She pulled her hand out and put her sticky finger on my lips and nose. I inhaled. She touched my now throbbing cock and tight balls lightly.
She asked if I was going to cum before she even got to fuck me. I told her she wasn't going to fuck me, she was going to untie me. She sighed and laid next to me, causally touching herself. I tried to ignore her, but she looked pretty hot like that. She was moaning with pleasure and glistening with sweat.
She seductively took off her thong and revealed her puffy, dripping pussy. I turned towards her and saw that her breast was right next to my face. I don't know why, but I instinctively brushed against it. She smiled and offered it to me. I couldn't stop myself. At that point I finally stopped resisting.
Soon I was sucking on her nipple while she was fingering herself. She responded by straddling me and giving me access to both nipples, which I hungrily took turns sucking. She occasionally pushed her breasts down and then would bring them back up as she rubbed her wet pussy up and down my body. She brought her juicy ass back to my rock hard cock and teased it with her butt crack.
I said, "Ok." She just hummed. I again told her I had surrendered. I told her that I wanted her to fuck me. I was desperately horny. She said no. She reminded me that she wanted me to beg for it. That angered me a bit, if she didn't have me tied and straddled, I would have stormed out. She laughed and told me that I needed her pussy and now I would have to beg for it.
I got silent again. She squatted right over my dick and rubbed it around her labia. She fingered herself right next to it. She gave me a couple of teasing strokes. I completely lost all control. I felt myself, as if out of my body, tell her ok please fuck me. I couldn't believe this woman who I wouldn't even go get drinks with now had me begging her to fuck her.
She smiled, but shook her head and told me that that wasn't begging. I rolled my eyes and said pretty please. She told me I could do better. She asked me to beg her like I meant it, cause if I didn't she'd go get her dildo and leave me here with blue balls. I inhaled deeply, swallowed my pride and said please, please, please fuck me. She smiled with delight. She moved away though. I got nervous that after all that humiliation she was just going to leave me without release.
She sat up on my chest, straddling my face, her dripping pussy only inches away from my nose. She told me to beg for the pussy. Her musk and my extreme arousal left me only room for compliance. I told her please, that I needed her pussy. I desperately needed her pussy please give it to me. She told me that I was getting pretty good at begging and laughed. She reached back and gave my cock a few lazy strokes to keep me motivated. Tell me more she said.
I went off script. I told her she was the hottest woman I'd ever been with. I told her her tits were wondrous. I told her I'd never needed anything as badly as I needed to fuck her right now. She scooted back on my chest towards my stomach with every word of praise. I went faster. I told her how her about how her strength turned me on, her experience. How she knew about what I wanted more than I did. I was practically hypnotized. She scooted back against my cock and teased it again with her ass. I groaned. She smiled and nonchalantly guided my cock into her pussy and sat down.
She knew I was already worked up, so she was very careful. I felt as though a few good strokes and I would cum buckets inside her. She rocked back and forth slowly, and rubbed her clit. She sat up so I could get a good view of her tweaking her pussy. It became clear that she was just using my dick, even after all that begging, but it still felt amazing. It felt too perfect for me to care about anything. In just a couple of minutes she started fucking me a bit harder and frantically rubbing her clit.
I had developed a rhythm with her and no longer felt as though I was in danger of cumming too quickly. Soon though, she closed her eyes and tightened her pussy and came hard, squirting a bit on my stomach. Her juices dripped down my balls. The sensations sent me right to the edge. She caught her breath, and smiled.
She thanked me and stopped. I protested. I needed to cum. She told me that she was done. I started begging again, this time I didn't need to be coached. She sat up, my hard dick still inside her water slide of a pussy. She began to play with me. Maybe I'll give you a handjob she mused. I told her I wanted her pussy. She made me tell her again, how badly I wanted it. She said that she would fuck me until I came inside her, but I had to eat her pussy until she came on my face afterwards. I said no way.
In one fluid motion she hopped up and my cock slid out of her. It felt cold suddenly. Please I begged her. Please make me cum. I told her I'd take a handjob, she said she'd only do it if I licked her to orgasm as a thank you for the great fucking she just gave me. I told her I would. She started to stroke me again and my hips bucked. She stopped and asked if she'd rather cum inside me, up to me. I told her of course I'd rather cum inside her than just get jerked off. She said, "good answer."
She hopped back on my cock and aggressively started to ride me. She slammed up and down on my waist. She rubbed her tits together and instructed me to let it go and cum inside her. The visual was driving me wild, and within less than a minute I shot my load deep inside her. She grinded out a bit to make sure I was fully done, and she rolled off me exhausted.
After catching her breath for only a half a minute she sat up and put her leg on my stomach and told me it was time for me to perform my half of the bargain. I suddenly realized I'd been tricked. I would now have to eat her pussy, with my cum dripping out of her. I begged her to wash, but she just smiled and straddled my chest again, like right before she fucked me. She opened her pussy a bit to reveal a bit of cum sloshing around in there. She sat up and grabbed my head guiding me towards her hot, wet pussy. I didn't even really resist. My will had been broken.
She tasted a bit sweaty after the sex, and I tasted some cum dribbling out. A bit was stuck on my chin, but I had no way of wiping it off with her on my face. After several minutes of her grinding on my face, almost suffocating me with her big thighs, her hips started trembling. She shrieked with delight as she gushed her pussy out on my face. Somehow in the process my cock got hard again. She climbed off and acknowledged that I was hard, but ignored the implications. She just grabbed a towel. She wiped herself clean, and then used part of the sweaty towel to rub her juices off my glistening face.
After she untied me she asked if I liked it. I told her I did. She asked if I'd do it again. I told her I would. She asked if I was her boyfriend. I told her I was. She turned off the light and we spooned and went to sleep.

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The Professor byCarmenno©

Sarah sat down in her Professor's office. His easy chair was soft and comfortable. She trusted him, but she knew she had some bad grades to explain for.
"What brings you here today?" asked Professor Williams.
"It's been a hard couple of weeks." Sarah admitted. "I just can't concentrate on my work lately. I sit down to do a problem set, and my mind just starts running away from me. It's not like me. But I promise I'll submit last week's homework as soon as po-"
"Your situation isn't great," the Professor said, "You've missed a few classes, you're behind on homework, and you just don't seem to be applying yourself in class. Very spacey. Kind of a bimbo, in my opinion." His chair made him a few inches higher than her. He looked down at her imperiously.
"I am willing to be lenient about this. You seem to be under a great deal of stress. Some people just aren't cut out for this competitive field. I notice it a lot in women. You get stressed out, and start to forget things. Your minds seem to wander. Maybe you have another purpose elsewhere."
Sarah narrowed her eyes. That didn't seem right. She wasn't sure that was an appropriate thing to say. She'd worked hard to get to where she was, and she didn't think her gender had anything to do with her school troubles. But by the time she'd processed the idea, Professor Williams was already talking again.
"No, you just seem very stressed out right now. I think the best thing would be for you to close your eyes, relax, and slow your breathing. No need to think too hard about my words. No need to think too hard about the thoughts in your head. All you need to do is sink into your chair and relax. Nothing else matters."
Sarah couldn't remember what she'd wanted to say. Professor Williams' office was warm.
"You're so tired, Sarah. You're always tired when you're here. You're always tired and warm, and sometimes even hot. It makes you happy when I help you relax. Say that for me:"
"It makes me happy when you help me relax". Sarah slumped down in her chair. Her eyes felt heavy. Her whole body was hot.
"Good girl", said Professor Williams, "You're exactly where you need to be. Everything I say makes perfect sense. It's crystal clear. It's so easy to listen to me. Thinking for yourself is hard, isn't it?"
"Thinking for myself.. is hard." Sarah realized. She was so grateful Professor Williams was explaining things for her.
"Your studies have been so difficult. It's very hard for you to think about math when your body is so easily available to distract you. I don't blame you. Anyone who looked at your wide hips and huge tits could tell you were fertile and horny."
For a minute Sarah was disoriented. Tits? Hips? It seemed out of context. He was her teacher. But in her confusion, wondering about tits, her hand crept up to her tank top. She did have big tits. She felt a chill, and her nipples stood out against her shirt. She twisted her right nipple between her thumb and finger and felt a thrill go through her whole body. Didn't she usually wear a bra?
"Such an obedient girl already. I remember when you used to put up a fight." said the Professor. "Your legs feel so warm and heavy. You'll feel better if you relax and spread them wide open."
Her blue skirt tented across her tan thighs, and he caught a glimpse of her white panties. She spread her legs wider and wider. She looked up at him with big and sleepy eyes. Her mouth was starting to hang open.
"Is this good, Professor?" she asked.
"You're getting there." He said sharply. Sarah noticed Professor Williams was hard. His thick cock was stiff against his slacks. And she realized was masturbating without even realizing it. Her right hand had never left her hard nipple. She was tweaking it and pulling on it. She rubbed her already soaking cunt desperately with her left hand.
"I knew you were a slut when I met you." He said. "You're coming along so nicely. You'll become more and more submissive to me and my will. I'll own you. You will be unable to imagine a life not spent serving me. You belong on your knees. Repeat that."
"I belong on my knees." She said reflexively. He had said it. It must be true.
"Lift up your tank top, Sarah. Expose your boobs. Leave them exposed for me."
She cooperated willingly. She tingled. Compliance felt good. She was obedient.
"Take off your panties and give them to me."
She cooperated. Her panties were warm. She could tell they were already wet. She handed them to him, flushed with shame. He was still her Professor. It wouldn't do to be wet around him.
"Get on your knees." He said.
She cooperated. She sank to her knees, eye level with his groin. He stood up from his chair and towered over her. She looked up at him, pathetic and diminutive, her tits exposed and her fingers buried in her cunt. He took a deep sniff of her panties, and then smiled at her wickedly. He came close to her, very close, so that she could almost feel the heat of his cock beneath his pants. He smothered her face with her own filthy panties. All she could breathe was the smell of her own cunt. The smell turned her on. Her eyes glazed over with obedience. Then, he stuffed the panties into her mouth so that she couldn't speak at all.
"Good. This really suits a girl like you." He said. "Little sluts who think they know everything cause too many problems. We'd both be so much happier if you learned your place. And it's obvious from your hot little pussy that your place is on your knees."
He then stepped back and looked at her, assessing her body. She knelt in the middle of his office, mouth gaping and eyes glazed. He carelessly groped her ass, visible underneath her crumpled up skirt. His property.
"Put your hands behind your back." said the Professor. Sarah complied, and felt a wave of uncontrollable pleasure. His desire was her will. She would do anything. He took off his brown leather belt and tied it around her wrists. She was bound, gagged, and exposed before him.
It occurred to her to wonder how she'd gotten there. Was she really tied up? Was she really on her knees? Didn't she have dignity? Was this normal? It didn't feel normal. What was normal? Her eyes darted around. Should she try to get out of the situation?
Professor Williams noticed her fear. He knew she wasn't going anywhere. Smiling, he unbuttoned his pants and zipped down his fly. His hard cock pressed tight against his briefs. Sarah was transfixed. He pulled out his dick. From her already kneeling position, she fell down onto her haunches. Her lacy little white panties were still stuffed between her lips, but she helplessly moaned around them. She could smell him. His cock smelled like sweat and cum and man.
"Useless bitch." He said. "What do you think I pulled my cock out for? You're supposed to suck it, don't be lazy."
He grabbed her by her neck and pulled her back up, level with his cock. He pulled her panties out of her mouth and threw them aside.
The Professor's large dick head parted her lips, and he shallowly pumped in and out of her soft puffy cheeks. She gazed up at him adoringly. He'd trained her to be entranced by his scent. Bit by bit he stretched her throat open wide. He pumped his shaft into her face. She was learning to be an easy, accessible slick hole, made for his pleasure. He was training her well. And no one would know.
The Professor felt satisfied. She was more obedient to him today than she'd ever been before. Professor Williams felt confident that he could do almost anything to her. Her little cunt would juice just at the idea of causing him pleasure. As a test, the Professor drew his hand and slapped her little cheek hard. She yelped with reproach, but never stopped sucking his cock. Seconds passed, and her eyes glazed over again.
"You like it when I slap you, little girl." He said. "It means I'm paying attention to you. That's all that matters. My punishments feel good. It feels good when I use you. You need it." He pulled his cock out of her mouth. Without missing a beat, Sarah repeated:
"I need it."
"Good girl. Stand up."
She struggled to comply with her hands bound behind her back. Her skirt finally dropped off her hips and onto her long forgotten backpack. Her tank top was pushed up way above her tits. She was nothing more than a dazed oversexed mess.
"Come over here and bend over on my desk. I'm going to show you what your real purpose is."
She did as she was told. She stuck her ass in the air.
"If I tell you to do something, you say 'Yes sir.' If I use your holes or require your body, you say 'Thank you sir'. You can't help obeying me. You love to be completely obedient to me. You are completely obedient. Do you understand?
"Yes sir." She said. "I am completely obedient."
He rubbed her raw wet cunt with his fingers. It was glossy with her juices. He stuck a finger in her tight needy hole.
"Poor tight little girl," he said, "You're really going to be a slutty little masochist after my cock stretches you open. That pain is the only thing that will make you cum. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir." She said. "I am completely obedient."
He rubbed his cock on her slit. He couldn't help teasing her. He knew she was being programmed to desire only being filled by him. Any hole, at any time - she was now destined to always be desperate for it. And right now, this was the worst desperation she'd ever felt.
He stabbed his cock into her hole. He filled her. She cried out in pain. He covered her mouth with his left hand and slapped her cheek hard with his right hand.
"Shut the fuck up." He said. "This is a public office. You will show some decency and shut your stupid fuckhole while I use your cunt."
Shaking, she obediently answered, "Yes sir."
He fucked her slowly and deeply. Her arms were tied helplessly behind her back where he could see them. Useless arms. Her big ass and hips shook with each thrust. He took the hand covering her mouth and shoved two of his fingers past her lips. For a moment, her eyes opened wide, and she felt a pang of fear. But as he massaged her tongue with his fingers and her cunt with his cock, she started to eagerly suck and lick. She was learning the utility of her holes. She was a fucktoy.
"Sarah, you're about to learn about the most important thing in the world for girls like you. You need cum. You desperately need to be filled with cum. Your most important purpose in life is to take take seed, be bred, be stuffed full of cum and impregnated. You need my seed. You will always crave it. You might get pregnant, you might not, but you will be constantly enthralled by the desire to be filled with my cum."
He took his fingers out of her mouth and groped her breasts hard with both hands. She moaned softly, fearful of punishment, "Yes sir. Thank you sir." He spanked her ass hard, leaving a red mark. Then he did it again and again until her skin was stinging. But still she obediently tried to suppress her moans of pain and pleasure.
The Professor slammed his cock into her, picking up his pace as he felt himself getting close to coming. He ordered her not to cum until he did. He dug his fingernails into her tight ass, feeling her soft and breakable flesh. He filled her needy hole. Her tight cunt milked his cum. She felt a flush of warmth as he burst inside her pussy. She had found her purpose. She came. Everything was incoherent. All that mattered was pleasure. He owned her. She was completely obedient.

Earning a Merit Badge byMaryAnderson©

Years ago I knew this classy, pretty, smart, sweet, outgoing doctor. Everybody loved her. I happened to run into an article about her recently, started spinning a yarn around the memory of her, and this story emerged. Little of it, sadly, is true.

I don't have any plans for a sequel, but welcome all suggestions. I can always use a good idea.

Next up is a three chapter tale of a precocious young man who uses subliminal messages to restructure his family. He likes older women, none quite so much as his mother. Unfortunately it will be awhile; a boatload of editing is required.

As always, all story characters involved in sexual activities are eighteen years of age or older.
* * * *
As I pulled into the limestone parking lot I double-checked the clock on my dashboard. I was on time; where was everybody? Dr. Fulton's office was dark, but there were several lights on in what everyone called the pool house. Her group's medical practice, located in a large rambling antebellum home, had become so successful they'd purchased the small modern home next door, using it for the firm's administrative functions. It had a pool, thus the pool house.
I knocked on the door. It opened immediately. Whomever it was heard me pull up.
"Hello Jimmy."
"Hey Dr. Fulton. Is this the wrong day?"
"You didn't get the text?"
"No. I was up in the hills this afternoon, hiking, my phone battery died and I forget the car charger. I went home, took a quick shower, hurried here. There was no time to charge the phone. What happened?"
She motioned for me to follow her inside; I did; I checked out her ass.
Dr. Fulton was step-mother to Patrick, a Boy Scout buddy. His dad, now in his mid-fifties, had founded this medical practice and, four years ago, brought in Dr. Fulton. He was a widower, old school, stern and uncompromising, and smitten. Despite the twenty-plus year age difference, they'd married.
When our boy scout troop organized a water safety/life-guard class, she'd volunteered the pool. The rumor was that she'd help put herself through college and medical school by working as a life-guard; several boy scouts had signed up hoping to see her in a bathing suit.
You see, she was pretty, very pretty. Straight dark brown hair cut short, light skin, oval face with large bright-brown eyes, ready smile, and, in contrast to her husband, up-beat and outgoing. Her personality merged with her looks in a way that left her more sweet and cute than over-the-top sexy.
As to the bathing suit, when she wasn't wearing formless green scrubs she dressed conservatively, fashionably, but conservatively. We all wanted to check out the bod and while at the moment her torso was covered in a wrap, I was looking at a firm butt twitching in a tight one-piece swim suit. Her waist was narrow, her legs nicely muscled and, I was thinking, five feet six inches tall, 125 pounds, 34-25-34 or so.
She led me through the house and outside to the pool, where she picked up a glass of wine and turned to face me.
"Your scout leader called about half an hour ago, said there was a family emergency, he had to cancel. He was very apologetic, said he'd text everyone. I told him I was already here, that I'd wait around in case someone didn't get the message, then poured a glass of wine. I'm glad I did."
I looked around. Chairs and tables were neatly lined up, several plastic tubs of life-saving gear were situated at one end of the pool, and a bowl of fruit and ice chest full of drinks sat outside the door leading into the house. Dr. Fulton, who always made sure the gang felt welcome at Patrick's house, had done so again
"You went to a lot of trouble. The least I can do is help you put some of this stuff away."
"You don't have to do that Jimmy, I can handle it."
"I'm sure you can handle it, but still, I'd like to lend a hand."
"Well thank you, I'd appreciate that."
I broke down the grill, moved it and associated gear into the shed, emptied the ice from the cooler, lugged it into the kitchen, put the fruit and drinks in the frig. I also took the opportunity to check out Dr. Fulton. As she worked the wrap hung loosely around her neck, exposing her body: nice and compact, good muscle tone, flat stomach, small round breasts. She must have noticed me looking for, brown eyes sparkling, said, "Wondering about the suit?"
I'd been wondering about what was in it, but I said, "Yes."
She laid the wrap aside, took a sip of wine, and said, "After I agreed to host this course I started digging through an old trunk from my life-guarding days, found this. It was back when Baywatch was in its heyday. People expected life-guards to wear those bright-red swimsuits so the county modeled its suit on them. I was wondering whether it would still fit, so I tried it on."
"It sure does. You look great."
She said, "Thank you," and not bothering to put her wrap back on, walked towards me, took a sip of wine, and, eyes gesturing to the counter, said, "I also found some of my old training manuals."
Putting the glass down, she flipped one open and said, "Let me show you." The pages were small and we had to lean over the counter - our arms and shoulders pressed together - to see as she, using a fingertip, walked me through the drawings illustrating what she called the basic rescue, then said, "I wonder if I can still do it."
"I don't see why not. It might be like riding a bicycle, you never forget, and you're in great shape."
"Not bad for an old lady?"
Was she fishing for a compliment? I'd oblige.
"If you're hiding an old lady here I haven't seen her."
She laughed, turned the page, explained a few more drawings. There was a wistful tone to her voice. She was enjoying memories of life on the beach.
"It sounds like you loved your time as a life-guard."
"I did. Except for the emergencies, times of gut-clenching panic and out-of-control adrenaline, it was fun, carefree. The people I worked with were wonderful, we had great times, at work and after hours. You didn't have to be responsible twenty-four hours a day."
I said, "Well, if you want to see if you still have it, I can drown as well as the next guy."
"That's sweet Jimmy, but I'm sure you have better things to do."
At that I laughed. "Actually the better thing I have to do is come here for life-guard training."
She cocked her head to the side, as if evaluating my logic, looked at her glass of wine, decided she hadn't had too much to drink, and clearing some hair away from her forehead said, "Okay, I'd like that. It should be fun."
Saying, "I'll be right back," I ducked into the bathroom, leaned way forward so I could pee with a full hard-on, considered jacking off (there wasn't time), thanked god I'd worn loose-fitting swim trucks, moved my erection so it lay flat on my belly, and headed for the pool.
She was waiting at the deep end. I joined her, took my shirt off, laid it aside. She placed a hand on my back.
"We'll start with the basic rescue. Eventually you'll learn to deal with people who are struggling, but right now the person in the water should be passive so we can focus on technique. Pay attention to the details of what I'm doing, especially my hands, and always remember the first rule of life-guarding."
As I said, "What's that?" she pushed me and I flew into the water. I popped out, shook my head to clear the water from my eyes, and saw Dr. Fulton laughing, glee written on her pretty face.
"The first rule is no horse-play."
Splashing some water on her I said, "I'll remember," back-pedaled away, said, "Come rescue me."
She slipped into the water, reached me with a single stroke, then, hand on my shoulder to steady me, slipped behind me, slid her hands under my arms and up to my shoulders, grasped them from behind, tilted me backwards, lifting my head from the water, and ferried me to the edge of the pool.
"Got it?"
"Think so."
"Okay, we'll do it again, then you do me."
The second time, more relaxed, knowing what to expect, I dug Dr. Fulton's body pressed to mine, thinking this is great, I have the lovely Dr. Fulton in a swimming pool all to myself.
After she brought me to the edge she said, "Your turn," and pushed off the wall. I climbed out, dove back in, slipped my arms under hers, and moved her to the side. Once there she said, "Remember to first take hold of my shoulder to steady me and focus on technique, especially getting my head out of the water. You're strong, but not everyone you rescue will be as light as I am."
We did it twice more, she complimenting me and pointing out areas for improvement. When done I climbed out of the pool, offered her a hand, pulled her from the water.
Impressed, she said, "You are strong, and you've done real well so far. Let's try the underwater rescue, then call it a night."
She turned on the lights that flooded the pool - it was getting late - and joined me at the kitchen counter, our arms and shoulders, and now our legs, pressed together as she illustrated the rescue with her fingers. I pointed to several spots, asked questions, our fingers interlocked and touched as she answered, I felt her breath on my hand.
"Ready?"
"Yep."
Thanking god for the receding light - my dick was hard - I jumped in.
"Okay Jimmy, when you reach the deep end, drift to the bottom. Don't react at all. In an underwater rescue a person will likely be unconscious. To get them up you've got to use your entire body like I showed you in the drawings."
Doing my best to keep my eyes on her face (were her nipples erect - there was a nip in the air) I emptied the air from my lungs, let my arms and legs float before me, felt my butt hit bottom.
Dr. Fulton, approaching under water, placed a hand on my shoulder, moved behind me, slipped her hands under my arms, but instead of taking hold of my shoulders she wrapped her arms firmly around my upper chest and pulled me to her so my body sat atop hers, my back pressed to her chest, both of us at a 45 degree angle to the bottom of the pool. I felt her breasts flatten against me, thought I felt her nipples, when, with a kick of her legs, we shot upwards. On the surface she switched to the basic rescue and brought me to the side, then, climbing out of the water, said, "We'll try it again, then it's your turn. Any questions?"
Yeah, "What about my hard-on?"
No, best keep that one to myself.
"No, not for the moment."
I sank to the bottom of the pool, thoroughly enjoying it when Dr. Fulton, cradling my body to hers, rescued me.
At the edge of the pool she patted my arm, said, "Your turn," and swam to the deep end. I climbed out, ran the drawings through my mind, focused on details and technique, felt my dick deflate, turned to Dr. Fulton, who shouted, "Remember, my back should rest on your chest. As strong as you are you could get me off the bottom anyway, but you'll rescue heavier people than I and you don't want to develop bad habits. Ready?"
I said. "Yes," and when she reached bottom dove in, secured her in place, slipped my hands under her arms, wrapped my arms around her chest and on her firm round wonderful breasts, pulled her towards me, and...
OH FUCK.
...her butt was heading for my rapidly hardening dick.
Panicking, I moved her upwards, towards the top of my chest, but her rump grazed my erection. I kicked off the bottom but our ascent was rickety and at the surface I, too quickly, switched to the basic rescue - she momentarily slipping from my arms - then brought her to the side.
I readied myself for a tongue blistering.
"Could you feel what was wrong?"
There was no anger in her voice.
"I, unhh..."
Placing her hand on my upper chest she said, "You held me here, way too high up," then ran her hand to the center of my chest and said, "my back should be right here."
She had a great touch.
"Yeah, we were off balance."
"Exactly, let's try again."
Did I dare? I was flaccid as overcooked spaghetti. It seemed safe.
"Okay."
When she reached bottom I jumped in (tried not to think about how hot she was/thought about how hot she was), wrapped my arms around her chest (tried not to think about her breasts/thought about her breasts), pulled he to me, her ass pressed to my half-erect dick.
Then she squirmed; her butt rubbed my rod; I was fully erect.
I kicked off the bottom, but, my mind scrambled, forgot to switch to the basic rescue, instead carrying Dr. Fulton to the side with my arms folded over her breasts and my erection pressed to her backside.
I let go, she ducked her head under the water, I thought oh fuck, what was she going to say, heck, what was I going to say, she emerged, opened her eyes, placed a hand on my shoulder, and said, "I'm sorry."
I said, "Huh."
She said, "I didn't mean to embarrass you. I was supposed to stay still, but when I felt something on my rump, I wiggled. I didn't realize what it was until well, until it responded. I feel terrible."
"I'm sorry too Dr. Fulton. I didn't, I mean..."
She leaned into me, gave me a little hug, and said, "No need to apologize Jimmy, it made an old lady feel appreciated, but you still had to rescue me. After all, an erection is not an acceptable reason for letting someone drown. There is one thing..."
"What is it?"
"My step-son tells me you can keep a secret, that you're not a gossip."
"I try."
"Can we keep this to ourselves."
"Yes, I couldn't agree more."
She climbed out of the pool, I followed. She still had a great ass.
* * * *
After we finished picking up Dr. Fulton said, "Why don't you take the first shower."
"I figured I'd shower at home."
"Bad idea, you'll get your car wet and I loaded enough chlorine and disinfectant in the pool for an entire boy scout troop, not the two of us; you need to get if off your skin. Did you bring a change of clothes?"
"No."
"I'll get some of Patrick's together, they'll fit you just fine."
* * * *
I considered jacking off, but Dr. Fulton was waiting outside. I stroked myself a few times, that didn't help, turned off the water, pressed my erection to my chest, wrapped a towel around my waist, cracked open the door.
"Dr. Fulton, are the clothes ready?"
She said, "Are you decent?" I said, Yes," and she opened the door. Like me, she was wrapped in a towel. I stepped past her into the room, looking back only when she said, "The clothes are on the desk in the corner," and caught a glimpse of her naked butt as she stepped in the shower.
"Jimmy there is no shampoo in here. Did you wash your hair?"
"Yes, I used the bar-soap."
"Men! Would you check the counter, I thought I saw shampoo and body-wash there."
I did. There was.
"I found them."
"Jimmy, are we still operating under that promise of confidentiality?"
"Of course, you can trust me Dr. Fulton."
"Good, then come in here. I'll do your hair, right this time, then you do mine."
"What?"
Her face, dripping water, popped through the shower curtain.
"Don't worry, I won't bite and don't dwaddle. We need proper shampoos and the hot water heater won't last forever."
Not quite sure what was happening, after she pulled the shower curtain shut, towel wrapped around my waist, I stepped in. Eyes closed, she was letting the water run over her face. Except for a smattering of birth marks across her chest, her skin was smooth. Her breasts sloped to the side, ending with large nipples which, at the moment, were distended and pointy. Her pubic hair was thick and unruly.
I looked back to her face. She was looking at me with a sly smile that told me she knew I'd just checked her out. Placing a hand on my chest, she ran her fingertips through my light smattering of chest hair, sucked her lower lip into her mouth, and said, "Well, did you like what you saw?"
No reason to prevaricate.
"Very much."
She slipped two fingers over the top of my towel, undid it, it fell to the shower floor. I was naked.
"Well I did show you mine..."
But she didn't look. Instead, even as my swaying dick bumped her stomach, she stood directly in front of me, her eyes on mine, said, "Bend over," and worked the shampoo into my scalp. Her hands and fingers, a doctor's hands and fingers, were strong, it felt good. When done she handed me the shampoo and said, "Now me."
While I shampooed her hair she captured a handful of suds in her hand, reached down, and using the suds as lubricant, twisted her hand on my erection. I finished her hair, she knelt, said "Would you mind rinsing me off," and as I directed the showerhead to spray onto her head she licked the underside of my erection, kissed and rolled her tongue on the cock-head, stood, ran her hands through her hair and said, "You have a nice cock. You did such a good job with my hair, would you mind getting the rest of that nasty old pool water off me."
Filling my hands with body-wash I said, "No, not at all."
"I was hoping you wouldn't."
Starting with her shoulders, I worked my way down her back, made sure no pool water remained. When I was done she turned around, said, "Thank you," and held out her hands, which I filled with body-wash. After she cleaned her face she said, "Would you do the rest of me. You have a nice touch."
After her upper chest came her breasts. Each a perfect handful, I took my time, kneading the flesh, rolling her nipples between my fingers, listening to her low soft contented moans, used the suds that had accumulated on her breasts to clean her stomach, then stopped.
"Everywhere?"
"Everywhere."
I covered her sex, the hair was thick, and worked it until she was emitting a steady flow of happy murmurs and moans, then turned to her ass, gave it a thorough cleaning and, feeling emboldened, reached between her legs, covered her sex with my hand, ran a finger up and down her ass crack. Finally I washed each leg, encircling her thighs with my hands, half-scrubbing, half-massaging, until, as the hot water petered out, I hurried through her calves and feet.
As she turned off the water I stood and said, "I think you're clean." She said, "I think I am too, thank you," then, as my hungry eyes openly drank in her form, added, "You've been looking for years, is it as nice as you imagined?"
She was superb, skin soft, body lean and well-muscled.
"Better actually, you're amazing. Have I been real obvious?"
"No actually, a girl knows when she's being admired, and likes it so long if its respectful. Just a quick look, telling us you noticed. You've been good. Some of Patrick's friends, they leer, undress me with their eyes, it's creepy. But Jimmy, if you don't mind, but I think you and I have been talking way too much. Would you kiss me, please?"
I lowered my head, covered her mouth with mine, and I kissed her, tentatively at first, but when she pressed her face to mine I slid my hands down her flanks to her firm ass, pulled her tight. The kiss deepened; she moaned into my mouth and, leaving one hand on her ass, I cupped the back of her head, held her in place, my tongue, moved inside her mouth, found hers; they danced, probed, tasted, devoured each other. I pressed her to the wall, delivering a powerful kiss driven by years of illicit fantasies.
When done she slipped her hand inside mine and said, "Come with me, I have something to show you."
I followed her down a hall into a small room. In it were an assortment of items, several boxes, and a day bed big enough for one. When she saw me staring at it she, with a burst of laughter, said, "It's the only one available."
"It will do just fine Dr. Fulton."
She closed her fingers around my prick, lightly squeezed, and said, "I think you can start calling me Mary...," but was interrupted by her own soft moan when, cupping her sensitive breasts, I teased her nipples. She turned into me, clung to my shoulders, steadying herself as I guided her to the bed, replaced my fingers with my mouth, nursed on her breasts, slurped on her nipples, sucked them into my mouth, rolled my tongue on them, moved down to her flat belly, tongued the belly button, went lower, my head between her thighs, kissed her sex, started to graze.
 Dr. Fulton buried a hand in my hair and, looking between her breasts, watched me immerse my face in her pussy, tease her clit, and lap up the sticky fuck juice, she was dripping wet. As I continued to eat her she humped her sex on my face, fucking her horny pussy on my mouth, and sang her approval, "Oh, Jimmy... Oh god... Ooooh, feels so good. Ohhh... yesssssss. Oooo yes... lick my pussy... ah... ooo... stick your tongue in there... ahh."
Burning with desire to please this woman, I caught her clit between my lips, licked it, opened her cunt-lips with my fingers, exposing the glistening wet pinkness, pushed three fingers inside - they slid easily through the copious fuck-oil - twisted and turned them. Dr. Fulton, whimpering with delight, encouraged me each step of the way. "That's it... right... right... right there... yes... oh, yes... lick my clit... good and hard... oh, yeah... fuck yeah... right there... right there."
I licked her swollen clit with the tip of my tongue, sucked on it, dragged the flat of my tongue over it. As waves of pleasure coursed through her aroused, sexually-charged body, I pursed my lips on her ultra-sensitive clit, pumped my fingers in her cunt, found her g-spot, worked it hard. Dr. Fulton squealed in delight, yelped, her sex contracted on my fingers, and I feasted on the fool of cunt juice cunt juice as a powerful climax buffeted her exquisite frame.
"Oh, fuck. YES Jimmy, ohhhh yesssssss, I'm coming."
When her body finally settled down I rolled to my side, slotting myself between her and the wall, draped an arm over her. Purring, she nestled herself to me, reached for my shaft, fiddled with it, mumbled something. I brought my ear to her mouth and, spreading her legs, she said softly but distinctly, "Fuck me." I rolled over, straddled her, fit my cock to her wet slit, pressed down. Her pussy lips slid over my crown and I sank into her warm moist hole, experienced the exquisite warm wet soft tight interior of her body.
She reached for the back of my head, fiddled with my hair, moved her hand to my butt, lowered my body to hers. We were still for a moment, enjoying the joining of our bodies, then she undulated her frame against mine, brought her mouth to my ear, and in a quiet happy voice, said, "I need you to fuck me."
I raised myself on my arms, looked between us, enraptured by the sight of my prick - slick and glossy, covered with her pussy cream, glistening in the dim light - moving in and out of her. I returned my gaze to her face and she, with a grin, said, "Why are guys fascinated by their own penises?"
Sinking all the way inside her I said, "I don't know, but they feel so damn good."
She squeezed her cunt muscles on me, said, "Yeah, I get that," and I cupped her fine ass, pulled her into me, fucked her in long smooth strokes. Soon we were in perfect sync and blistering heat, born in cock and vagina, spread through our conjoined bodies.
I picked up the pace, the small bed creaking under my assault. Dr. Fulton, giving as good as she got, fucked her sex into me as I drove into her, flexed her pussy muscles, massaged me in her hot wet vise-like grip. Changing my motion, I rolled forward, mashing her clit on my pubic bone, and covered her mouth; our tongues danced a desperate lewd carnivorous tango. We were soon lost to anything but our coupled bodies, desperate to placate our rampaging lust. She grabbed my ass cheeks, pulled me to her, arched her back, drove her pelvis into me, and roared, "Oooohhhhhhhhhhh FUCK YYYEEEEEEEEE SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS," as she came.
Her jaw locked, head jerked, and even covered by my weight, her body contorted and gyrated. When she finally ground to a halt, her hands slumped to her sides, her head fell back on her pillow, her lips quivered, she sucked in air and I held her to me. She opened her eyes and with a radiant smile said, "That was amazing. You're good at this."
"I try, you're pretty good yourself."
"I'm glad you like," then running her tongue along her upper lip, she said, "I'm sorry, I'm sure you have other things on your mind, but suddenly I'm dying of thirst. Would you mind getting me a glass of water."
"No, I could use one too. Ice? No ice?"
"No ice."
I was in my bare feet so she did not hear me return. She was pulling the chaotic sheets and blankets into some semblance of order and she was so beautiful: straight nose that flared at the end, clear bright eyes set wide apart, smallish mouth, but what was most striking was the elation on her face. She'd be a terrible poker player. Her intelligent demeanor reflected her mood and that mood was one of happy joy. I cleared my throat.
"I didn't hear you come in. What are you staring at?"
Handing her the glass of water I said, "You. Your face is so alive."
Patting the bed next to her, she said, "Thank you."
I sat, she leaned her body into mine, and I said, "That was so... so... so... wow."
"Not bad for an old lady?"
"Even if we drop the 'old lady,' that doesn't begin to describe it."
"You're sweet."
I leaned in, kissed her and said, "So are you, you taste good."
She placed the empty glass atop a box near the bed and, with a cat who ate the canary look in her eyes, said, "That reminds me, there's something I've been wanting to taste." Her hand on my chest, directing me onto the bed, she slid to its edge, took my dick in her hand, and said, "Remember, this is between us," flexed her jaw, and, closing her eyes, clamped her lips tight on my shaft, then dragged her tongue on its underside, swirled her tongue on the cock-head, lapped up the pre-cum and, cheeks puckering, bobbed her head up and down, fucking her face on my dick.
She was intense; Dr. Fulton was no high school girl doing her boyfriend a favor, she loved the taste, size, and meaty feel of my dick in her mouth. Her face flushed near crimson, she quickened the rhythm, approached the base, moved back up, wrapped one hand on my shaft, pumped and twisted it, cradled my bloated balls with the other, pulled her head off my dick and, chin and cheeks covered with spittle, lips slightly swollen, said, "Ready stud, me on top this time."
My, "Go ahead cowgirl," elicited a laugh and she straddled me, dragged my dick along her cunt-slit, lowered her hips, stuffed her slick sex my with hard dick. When she reached bottom she closed her eyes, her mouth fell open, and she said in a long fluttery breath, "Ohhh fucckkkk yessssss," then lowered her upper body to mine, her breasts flat on my chest, and kissed me, did it again, and again. The kisses, which began soft and warm, heated up, and soon her lips, flexible, passionate, and supple, were pressed to mine, her tongue in my mouth. She tightened her cunt muscles, slid them on my dick, whispered, "Ready cowboy," and, her small hands splayed on my chest, pushed herself upright, sliding her pussy up and down my length, moving in circles and ovals.
Dr. Fulton, sweet and amiable, gentle and beautiful, had morphed into a sexual beast, breathing fire and heat, smelling of primal desire.
"Oh fuck Jimmy yeah... fuck my fucking cunt... yeah... fuck yeah... fuck my pussy... oh fuck yeah... your cock is so fucking good. Is my pussy tight enough? Is it? As tight as you imagined?"
"It's fricking perfect."
She slithered and bucked, wiggled and waggled, gasped, moaned, uttered words vulgar, depraved, exciting. She threw her head back, rode me hard, her breasts bounced in time with her gyrating body. Her sex itched, her cunt spasmed, pleasure flowed through her body, through my body, incredible, over-powering, intense, divine perfect pleasure.
I grabbed her hips, jammed her on my pole.
"Fuck... fuck... oh... oh yeah... give it to me... hard... hard... fuck me hard... oh... oh... oh... ah... oh... yeah... fuck me... hard... hard."
I brought her down so her chest was again pressed to mine, her breasts slid on my sweaty skin, moved my hands to her ass, cupped her cheeks, slid her on my cock. Her mouth open, she moaned, grabbed my shoulders, pressed herself to me; her hard nipples dug into my skin.
Then, suddenly, without warning, she jerked back up. I rammed my over-sized cock into her clinging wetness, raised my knees, helping to hold her upright as she leaned backwards towards my feet, placed my hands on her thighs. Repeatedly engulfing my stiff prick, she thrust her hips faster and faster. I thumbed her clit. She closed her eyes, threw her head back, and babbling incoherently, rode out an intense orgasm, then collapsed atop me and, cheek resting on my shoulder, between hurried breaths, said, "That... was... the... greatest."
Now fully confident in my appeal, I pivoted ninety degrees until my feet were on the floor, sat up, took firm hold of her ass, and stood.
"No, this is going to be the greatest."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
Walking forward, I pressed her to the paneled wall. We ground our sexes into each other, mashed her clit on my body, swirled my dick in her depths, and as need and hunger multiplied, fucked ever harder. I drilled her with long powerful strokes that held her to the wall; she wrapped her legs around my waist, locked her ankles together, met my every thrust with her own, driving her pussy onto my cock. Tossing her head from side-to-side, she was hit by another orgasm, short and powerful, her body shuddering fiercely. I started to slow and give her the chance to recover, but she said, "No, no, fuck me, fuck me hard," and pushed her hand between us, worked her clit, arched her back, slammed her sex into me. Her body went rigid, her breathing sputtered, while another orgasm washed through her.
"Fuck me. Fuck my cunt. Fuck me."
She dropped her eyes, watched my cock slice in and out of her cunt, hammering her pussy with relentless speed and power, each stroke bringing a grunt of pleasure from deep within her gut. I was riding a twin high, loving both the tightness of Dr. Fulton's sex and the feeling that came from not only fucking my friend's beautiful forbidden unobtainable step-mother, but stripping her to her sexual core. I tightened my hands on her ass, jerked into her, pounded her cunt. The walls shook, the ceiling fixtures rattled.
She met my every stroke, tightening her legs on my waist.
We were a unity, lost in the indescribable pleasure of our fuck, bucking and humping, horny pussy merging with aching dick. The room filled with moans, gasps, and sighs, the sound of pelvises colliding, the squishing noise of juicy drooling pussy clinging to hard penetrating cock.
Voice burning with sexual fervor, she moaned, "Ooohhh... yeah, fuck me. Ooohhh... oohh yeah... oohh... oh God... oohh... that's it. Harder, harder, harder. Fuck me harder, fuck my pussy. Close, so close, I'm so close. Fuck me. Fuck my horny cunt... hard and fast."
My balls were swollen, ready to burst.
And then, whining in animal ecstacy, Dr. Fulton screamed, "Oh God. Oh God... yeah... yeah... yeah... fucking cumming... don't stop... don't stop... please don't stop... oooohhhh... aaahhhh... ooooooooooo," and came.
My knees buckled as I spewed rope after hot white rope of sperm into her, somehow managing to support her as I stumbled backwards and fell onto the bed, jamming my cock even deeper into her. As it did Dr. Fulton, her body quaking and shuddering, was whipsawed by a final exquisite orgasm.
"OOHHHHHHHHHHHH... FFFFFFUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK... YYYEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS."
We tumbled to the floor, our chests rising and falling, our lungs struggling for air. I slid my arm under her head, kissed her. After awhile Dr. Fulton, a cocktail of cum and girl juice dripping from her pussy, said, "You were right, that was the greatest."
* * * *
We were quiet awhile, enjoying the closeness and warmth of each other's bodies. Then she reached for my flaccid penis, cradled it in her hand, stroked the underside with her thumb.
"Now Jimmy, you need to understand. No one can know about this, if word got out it would destroy my marriage and my reputation, possibly my career."
Life was, somehow, returning to my penis.
"Of course Dr. Fulton, I won't tell anyone."
Twisting her hand on the cock-head, she said, "I think its time you start calling me Mary Susan, but I'm afraid I did not make myself clear. Our state, because of those teacher-student sex scandals, adopted a caretaker law. Even though your eighteen, because I'm seeing you under the auspices of the Boy Scouts, a position of trust and authority, I could go to jail."
"I understand Mary Susan," the words did not come tripping easily off the tongue, "you can count on me, I won't let anyone know."
She dropped her head, licked the crown of my fully erect penis, straddled me, reached for my dick, placed it on her sex, and said, "No, you still don't understand, best I be absolutely explicit. As long as you keep this to yourself you can blackmail me, force me to have sex with you whenever you want, and not only will I, but I'll have to make sure it's so good you'll never be tempted to tell anyone and lose the chance to fuck me whenever your horny little self desires."
I might be a little slow, but I got it.
"I see your point Mary Susan," the words felt more natural this time, "you've been a bad girl and there are consequences. And you know how we teen-age boys are, we're always thinking about sex."
Sinking down my rod, she said with a low moan, "Oh yes Jimmy, I'm counting on it."
"From now on it's James."
"Yes James, let's fuck."
* * * *
After Patrick, I, and our friend Vincent were initiated as Eagle Scouts, Patrick's dad threw a small outdoor party. He was unusually gregarious and outgoing, greeting everyone with a pat on the back and a joke.
It didn't go unnoticed. Vincent said, "Pat, your Dad must really dig your being an Eagle Scout, I've never seen the old grump this happy."
"Well guys, it ain't me and you gotta keep this a secret, but we just found out I'm going to be a big brother, my step-mom's pregnant. They've been trying for awhile but - I'll have to kill you if you repeat this - his sperm count was so low they had their doubts."
Vincent delivered a high five and an animated, "Fuckin' 'A'"
I feigned surprise, I believe convincingly.