Oh, Lord, Byrons
I am not absolutely sure when I first developed a crush on Mr. William Byrons - and now I can admit that that's what it was - just a schoolboy crush, but at the time it was all-consuming and somewhere along the line became an obsession. Mr. Byrons taught the big kids, ninth graders, I was just a lowly seventh grader, so he didn't even know that I was alive, but Iis sure knew that he was. His was over six feet tall, which at the time seemed like a giant to me since I was the runt of my class, and with his curly hair and solid build he fulfilled my idea of a fairer version of the statues of Greek gods that I had seen. When he used to play sports in the schoolyard with his class he would take his jacket off, I would almost fall into a trance just watching him. I could talk about his tight ass or the bulge his basket made, but Ia only became aware of those in later years when I would visualize him and realize that my schoolboy crush was really preadolescent lust for male to male sex.
The following year on the last day of school, I gathered all the courage together that I had and went up to him and introduced myself so that in September, when I was at last in the ninth grade he would already know me. I made a complete ass of myself trying to stammer out my name, but he was kind to me, my fondest memory was his patting me on the head as he told me, " I really look forward to having you in my class, Peter. I'm sure we'll get along very well."
Finally the big day came and as I walked into his classroom, I was literally sweating and losing my breath. I took a seat right up front. Then the bell rang and a woman teacher walked in! I was in shock and must've been pretty obvious because before the teacher even introduced herself to the class she came over to me and asked if I was sick.
" I - I - I think I'm in the wrong class," I stammered." I'm supposed to have Mr. Byrons. "
" That's right, dear, you're in the right class. Mr. Byrons was offered another job and left. I'm taking his place. I hope you're not too disappointed." I didn't even try to answer.
Somehow or other I got through the class and the rest of the day, but I don't know how. As soon as school was over I ran home tears running down my face. When I finally got home and into my room, I slammed the door, threw myself on my bed and cried hysterically.
By the time my mother got home, I had calmed myself somewhat, but when she asked me how my day had been, I blurted out," I hate school!"
" Why? "
" I was supposed to have Mr. Byrons, and he left, and I can't stand the new teacher."
" I didn't know that you knew Mr. Byron's," she said looking somewhat concerned.
" I don't. I just wanted to have him. I like him."
" Well, I heard he left. I didn't think it would matter to you. You've never seemed care about your teachers before. Are you sure you didn't know him?"
Something in her voice warned me that she was concerned and it had to do with Mr. Byrons, not me; so I backed off. " No, Mom. I just used to see him with the older kids and he seemed real cool."
" Well, he's not there anymore, so try to accept it."
I did accept it, or more exactly I became resigned to it. There was very little talk at all about Mr. Byrons so I let it drop. But over the next four years I did find out two very important related items. First, I was gay, as gay as could be and I let a select few of my classmates know about it by extending certain favors to them, which, by the way, were never returned; but at the time I didn't care. Secondly, I learned that Mr. Byrons didn't have another job offer, he was fired when accusations were made about his subtlety propositioning students of his who came back to see him from high school. There was no indication, or at least no proof that he ever did anything, but, so the story went, he decided not to fight his firing so that a hearing would not be necessary. He claimed he didn't want the aggravation or notoriety even though he was innocent. I later learned that the superintendent had called him into private session and had named girls who had refused to bring charges but that they could be made to testify in a court case. I also heard much later from the superintendent's son who was one of my favor-seekers, that there had also been a few junior and senior boys who had refused to testify, who he knew for a fact had " gone all the way" with Mr. Byrons. The end result, after the private conference, was that Mr. Byrons was allowed to resign, stating health reason as the cause and the superintendent was to protect as much as he could Mr. Byrons from the accusations.
Well, during those four years I grew a bit and even developed pretty well - and when I wanted, I could be a pretty macho guy even with my kind of longish blonde hair and pretty face. I played the role to perfection, but my fantasies about Mr. Byron's also grew - or " William" as I was then calling him - especially during moments of self-inflicted passion.
In high school I had avoided " queer" activities, but once I was away at college, I decided to get into drama. I figured I had been acting for the previous four years, playing the most convincing role of my life, and it was time I start to enjoy my natural abilities. Besides, I figured, what better place to meet guys like myself without having to go through the whole heavy cruising scene - and I was right! But the real payoff came during an improvisational exercise we were doing on role-playing and changing roles. I found I could mimic almost everyone in the class, even the females once I went through some heavy relaxation and anti-inhibitional techniques. The reaction of even some of the supposedly straight guys (including the professor - a real hunk ) was very favorable and an idea was planted - which blossomed eight months later.
During my senior year in high school I had been able to trace William to a town about half way between the college I was now attending to my hometown. Although I wasn't sure exactly what I intended to do with the information, I didn't try to communicate with him. After all, he wouldn't even know who I was. I was able to get his address and telephone number, and through some subterfuge, I found out he worked in the bank there. A little more investigation gave me all the information I needed. One night, while in the drunken throes of self initiate passion, I called him, disguising my voice as an obscene phone call, and while he claimed he wasn't interested in guys, only girls; he made his denial in the rather heavily labored breathing and stayed on the phone until I had shot my load.
With this plan that I was beginning to develop, if that was his thing, I decide to play that angle. At first the idea was sort of a private joke, but again late one night I called him up. This time as a young girl! He began protesting, but when I persisted, he fell right into line and shot his load for me. I held off because I was too excited about my plan.
So, I could get him excited. Now there were two things I had to do before getting to the practical aspects of my plan. One Friday night I made a trip to the bank where he worked. He was sitting behind one of the desks off to the side with the customer. I asked the secretary if I might speak to Mr. Byrons. I had decided to ask about the loan, but she told me he would be tied up for some time and said perhaps I could talk to someone else. I answered, "No, thank you," that it was a matter that could wait and I left. I had only seen him for a minute, but that really was all I wanted. He was as attractive, maybe even more so, than I had remembered him. That was enough. Just that one glance kept me hard all the way back to school and gave me two orgasms that night.
The second thing that I had to do was to see how he'd react to a guy in a protected situation. I wanted to call him that night, but I didn't trust myself, so I waited a week. This time I called late at night as a guy pretending that I had hoped that I'd get a woman because "my fucking date had teased the hell out of me" and then left me with blue balls. This time rather than even pretending to be disinterested he began talking about guys being burned by those bitches and having to help each other out. We talked about cunts and asses and tits a lot, and about how hard it was making us. Then, as we start getting closer to shooting, he began talking about how good a mouth, any mouth would feel on his cock to take his hot cum, but just before he shot he insisted," I wouldn't give this cum to a bitch. You sound like a real buddy, you take it for me. Take my cum for me, swallow me." With that he shot his load and I followed almost immediately.
Enough for the research - he could make it with a guy, even one he didn't know, as long as his " masculine image "wasn't challenged - at least not until his libido took over. He also had given me two other bits of information in our heated exchange. In the beginning of our conversation about women being bitches he said, " Even young cunt tease you. If they weren't jailbait, I'd like to show one of those sluts just wants what male-cock is all about." The second statement was made a little bit later when I suggested that would be great if we could get together and fuck a bitch together front and back, and he answered," Yeah, or a young guy's ass and mouth. I bet you guys have real tight holes." I left both statements go by, but registered them for later reference to my plan.
The first part of my plan was rather complicated. I was going to have to try to be absolutely convincing as a girl so that I could go into the bank and talk to him. The complication was that I was going to have to be a girl of 14 or 15 acting almost convincingly as a young woman of 20 years old. I also had to do this without seeming to be fast and loose, and yet give him a sense of real sexuality. I reasoned that he would never have sex with a real young adolescents since reportedly he had never made a pass at any of his own students, yet he seemed interested in budding virgins. Also, however, I had a feeling that he wouldn't chance anything with someone he felt was innocent and naïve. Lastly I realize that I was going to have to do something to explain why I was wearing falsities. I could do something to make my tits seem to be "budding" whne he got my bra off; but nothing to give me breast, I wanted the allusion to be kept until he was actually ready to deflower me. The third part of my plan was to appear to be a 13-year-old boy, but I felt I could handle that by the shaving I had to do to appear to be a girl anyhow, plus a little shaving of my pubic hair ( and maybe a little bleaching ).
Now that my plan was finally formulated, I realized how fortunate my taking drama had been. Without any explanation I was able to work on " the male juvenile," " the female juvenile" and " the heroine" along with other roles and get some real positive critical reactions. I was even able to rehearse in my dorm without too much teasing because I was still playing my master role of the "macho man " and quite successfully even in bed where I was beginning to learn all sorts of fantastic things that I could do once I was finally stripped of the last vestige of my role-playing by William.
Once I had mastered each role, even to the satisfaction of my professor ( with a lot of individual private tutoring - but that's another whole story ), I began working on putting them together. Most of this I had to do on my own since I didn't want to share this plan orr experience with anyone. My professor, Paul, did help a bit when I told him I wanted to feel comfortable slipping from one role to the next. He criticized that I seem to be holding onto one character while I played another and couldn't understand why it seem to be intensifying. This was, of course, exactly what I wanted to happen, but I didn't tell him that. When his frustration with me ( outside of bed only) became complete, I went into the next phase - my costumes.
For when I was discovered to be a "boy," all I needed was a boy's jockstrap. It had to be a boy's so that it was tight enough to hold my cock and balls down and to a minimum and so the strap wouldn't show above my frilly unmentionables. For my role as a young girl I decided I'd go with sexy panties and rather than pantyhose, got a garter belt and stockings - all in white with tiny virginal blue bows on the garter belt. Finally, for the worldly young woman, I went with the white sheer pirate-like blouse with billowing sleeves that could be buttoned up or down, a tight black Lycra Mini-skirt, black high heels, and a very revealing white bra. For accessories I went with dangling gold jewelry - hoop earrings and gold chains that would hang into my cleavage. I had considered trying to style my own hair, but decided that I needed something more dramatic to stress the changes, so I borrowed a long wig only a little blonder than my own hair from the drama department. That way I could wear it up when I wanted to appear older, then down when I want to appear younger and more innocent, and take it off when I was a boy. The makeup was no real problem except that I had to use something that could easily and quickly be wiped off for each role without being obvious about it. Finally I got a pair of foam falsies with nipples at a joke shop. I had to color them to match my skin tone, but in soft light, even with my white lace bra I was able to make them look pretty realistic. Under the falsies I would wear suction cups which, when worn long enough, would cause my nipples to swell so that they looked like tits just beginning to bud. They wouldn't stay like that for long, but I figured that William would help by sucking on them, and I didn't think I'd need them for too long.
The next step was to try out each of my roles on strangers, so on consecutive days I went to different stores in the town where William worked and put on a dress rehearsal. Each was successful. It's only a shame that I hadn't invited critics to review my performances.
Finally the day for my actual premiere performance arrived. I had "cased" William for a month; sometimes just calling in the evening with the wrong number or a supposed survey, and sometimes going by is house. I found out that Mondays and Tuesdays that he was always home alone and seemed to settle in about eight o'clock or eight-thirty.
I got to his town about one o'clock and rented a motel room for my preparation. I took a hot bath, shaved my chest, under my arms, my legs and some of my pubic hair so it would look like it was just beginning to sprout. For my first performance I didn't bother with the heavy jewelry or blouse since I would be wearing a coat, light enough to be left on and I thought I'd feel especially sexy that way. I wore a pleated skirt and regular pantyhose without any binding or underwear. I went a bit heavy on the makeup to give the impression of young girl trying to look older and was extreme in trying to make my hair look sophisticated. I not only looked convincing, I was convincing. I drove to the bank. I'd called earlier and made an appointment to speak to someone about the loan. I haven't asked for Mr. Byrons, but the secretary made the appointment with him. If she hadn't, I was prepared to call again and use another voice, even if it meant having all the loan officers sitting there waiting for supposed appointments while I sat with William.
I entered the bank seemingly quite assured, but nervous as hell. I wasn't so sure myself now and when he came to the waiting area and called me I was sure I was going to confess all. As it was, however, other than some difficulty with my keeping my coat, things went well. It was difficult deciding whether he was just being gentlemanly or "coming on" to me, but either way I was content. He began making out the application, ask me questions, etc., as I relaxed and sat back showing more leg that was necessary which did catch his attention. When he began asking questions about the reason for the loan, I said I wanted to establish myself in town and get a job, that I had just moved from the next state. Then he began the references, jobs, collateral, cosigners, etc. This was an important part of my role. I had to lose my self-assurance without going to pieces and try to take on a, streetwise attitude without sounding like a used up slut. Well, once again, the star gave the performance off her life in her presentation. Mr. Byron's pulled his chair closer to mine and speaking much softer said, "Look, Kid, you're really pretty convincing, but I used to teach kids. You're a runaway. I don't know what the problem is, but why don't you call home. There's only one way you're going to make it on the streets and you don't seem like you're ready for it."
" I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Byrons." " O. K., Ms. Roberts. The fact is I can't give you a loan. Come back in about three of four years and I'm sure I can help you." " To you personally, Mr. Byrons?" " Yes, Ms. Roberts, to me personally. I'm sure then that I'll be able to give you anything you ask for." " Anything?" " Yes, I think anything!" " Well, thank you. You've been very kind. Perhaps we'll meet again." " I'd like that."
Success! Success! William was interested. I'm not sure which of us he was interested in, but he was interested. The only flaw in my performance was that he must've taken me for 16 or 17, but that was no problem. Now for my night performance. I stopped at a restaurant for a quick meal and then returned to the motel. I left a five o'clock call and took a well-deserved nap. The ordeal had taken a lot out of me and I fell asleep immediately. At five o'clock I got up and took another bath, this time a bubble bath to put me into the mood and shaved again. I powdered and perfumed. I then put on my jockstrap and pulled my equipment down. The next step was to put the moisturizing cream on my nipples and then put on the suction cups and let the law of physics" doits stuff." I then positioned the falsities over the cups, using double-sided adhesive tape. Next the lace bra. I looked in the mirror and positioned everything very carefully so that except for close examination, which I was sure William would do, everything looked fairly natural. I then worked on my makeup, making it a bit heavier than I had earlier so I`d look a bit more " sluttish" and less "nice girlish". Then the wig and jewelry. Standing like that, looking in the mirror I reeked of raw sexuality. It was almost a shame to cover it up, but I had to be sure that William let me in before I set out to seduce him ( if that became necessary!). I then put on the blouse and unbuttoned it so that a fairly good amount of cleavage was on display, and some of the gold chains rested neatly and tickled my breasts. I completed the picture with my panties, garter belt, stockings, miniskirt and high heels. I had put the panties on last because I didn't want to stain them with the pre-cum that was dripping copiously from my cock - even when it wasn't hard. I hoped that I was all run out, at least for a while. I had considered nail polish, but that would interfere with the image of the young boy, so I pass that up.
I gave myself one more long appraising look in the mirror and set out on my quest. My plan was simple - just to get in the house. After that I felt sure that nature would take care of itself. If he weren't in or had company, or claimed to be expecting company I'd have to play it by ear, but I was sure that that wasn't going to happen. On my way over I stopped at the package store to buy a bottle of champagne and was assured by the persistence of the clerk that I was very convincing. So convincing, in fact, that the only way I got out of there without being raped was by dropping my voice to its normal pitch and whispering to him," bite on my cock, buddy!" I think he's probably still in shock, and it's too bad because he was a hot looking stud, perhaps a bit too macho for my taste, but I think I could have had him singing soprano after about 10 minutes with me in the stock room.
I pulled up to William's house. Only his car was in the driveway, and the only light showing was a flickering light in the room towards the back of the house that I guessed was a den. So he was watching television - hopefully a hard-core video - hopefully because of me. I walked up to the door and rang the bell. After a minute or so I heard him coming to the door and then he opened it, standing behind it. "Yes?"
" Hi, Mr. Byrons. Remember me?" " Ms. Roberts! What the fu----???" " What the fuck am I doing here?" " Yes! I mean no! I mean pardon my language," he stammered, " I was just surprised to see you." " No need to apologize, Mr. Byrons, I'm not unfamiliar with the word - in all its uses." My presence alone had caused a reaction on his part, but the statement caused him to pull away from the door and I saw why he was hiding behind it. He was wearing only a skimpy pair of bikini briefs. And from the bulge there he either had been watching a porno video or he was reacting to my charm even sooner than I had hoped. He quickly recovered himself and positioned the door again.
" How the hell did you find out where I lived? And without meaning to be rude, what do you want?" " Well, it is a bit chilly out here, so right now what I'd like is to come in." " Look, Miss Roberts, I'm really not dressed for company, and I don't think you should be here, anyhow."
I put on my best pouty look. "Oh, please, Mr. Byron's. Besides I'm really not company. And since I'm not a client with the bank, there's no conflict of interest. Just for a moment?" He thought for a moment while he examined the merchandise and finally said, "All right, for a moment. Wait here." He closed the door over but didn't shut it, so as he retreated to what was the den, I slipped in and got a rear view of my fantasy. I wasn't the slightest bit disappointed. His physique was very good with only the slightest hint of middle-age spread in the bikini briefs just barely covered two nicely shaped melons just waiting to be squeezed. I was tempted to follow him and do just that, but again I held back. I didn't mind doing all the work as long as he was the one to make the first actual sexual move.
I waited inside while he switched off the television and put on some lights. When he came out he was wearing a pair of silk-like jogging pants and matching top. "It is all right now, Miss Roberts, I'd be a fool to deny I'm intrigued and interested, but as I said at the bank, I think you should go home and come back in a few years."
"That's the reason I came by. I've decided to take your advice and I wanted to thank you personally and ask you to help me celebrate my decision. You're the first man that has shown that type of concern for me, and I really feel good about it. I have no one else to celebrate with. Once I get home, things are going to be very dull and boring, and I need some kind of memory to help carry me through. I brought some champagne. Don't worry, I'm pretty used to liquor and if you get some glasses, I'll serve you so you won't have to be concerned about my being a minor."
"All right, come on." He led me into the den. I surveyed the room, then sat on the sofa.
"This is really nice. Anytime I've been invited to the man's house it's usually ended up being just a crummy room." During all this conversation I let my voice become less sophisticated and more child-like. It was having its effect
"And just how may times have you been invited to men's houses," he asked, still standing.
"Actually," I confessed, "a lot, but I just went to one, not counting boys at school, of course. And I got out of there real fast once I realized what he wanted."
"Which was what?"
"Nothing important. Why don't you get some glasses and open the bottle and I'll pour some champagne." When he left, I got up and put out the lights except for one, pulled the shades and found some soft music on the radio and return to the sofa. When he returned with the glasses I took them from him and put them on the table next to me. He remained standing in the middle of the room.
"Look, Miss Robert, I----"
"Please call me Pet; it's short for Petula."
"I don't think so."
"Why?"
"I just don't think it's a good idea."
"Would it help if I call to William?"
"Not at all. It would only make matters worse. Hopefully I'm not like the guy who invited you to his room, but while you might not have noticed, I am a man and I have my limits."
"Oh, I have noticed. If I hadn't noticed at the door when I saw you in those cute bikini briefs, I certainly am noticing it now," I whispered looking directly at his crotch which had started to tent out beautifully. He looked down and casually covered himself.
"That's exactly what I'm talking about. I'm sure this is all fun for you, but when this starts becoming fun for me you might not like it, so why don't we call it a night and both of us can have something to entertain our friends with." I stood up and went over to him. He started to back away but I stopped him and pressed myself against him. When I got un on my tiptoes, my chest was just on a level with his chest as I pressed against the silky material, I felt the tightness of his chest and the slight erection of his nipples. His heart was beating fast, but still slower than mine. I slipped my hand to his crotch and covered his semi--hardness.
"Do you really want me to go, William?" He arms reluctantly encircled me as his hands cupped my ass.
"No!" He almost whimpered, "but I'm going to fuck you. I am going to fuck you real hard no matter how old you are. If you have anything else in mind you can get the hell out, or I'll call the police."
"You fucking stud, if you think I'm going to settle for anything else, you're out of your fucking mind."
"Are you sure?" He asked turning my face to his.
"I fucking sure," I answered. "Only let's take it slow. I've been fantasizing about this for a long, long time."
"Oh, yeah, baby. But only if you drop the foul language. It doesn't suit you. You're no slut. You look like a god damn woman now, but you're a kid. You want a man between your legs, I can understand that but let me know I'm fucking a child-woman. I'll really get off on that."
"That sounds perfect to me, William."
"One more thing, just how old are you, Petula?"
"I like that. No one calls me `Petula', but you make it sound grown-up and sexy."
"How old, you little tease?"
"That's something I want you to find out. I'm old enough to want it. I'm protected and safe. That's all I'm going to tell you. All the other surprises you have to discover and there are plenty of them." He chuckled and walked me over to the sofa where he poured the drinks, handed me mine, toasted our evening together and then sat back and putting his arm around me, pulled me against him.
"All right, sweetheart, remember anything goes. You set the limits, or rather did away with them. This is your last chance to leave."
"Well, then, William, the sky's the limit or however high you care to take me because I'm here for the duration."
"Then let me create a little bit of a mood by putting the video on that I was watching before I was so deliciously interrupted." Using remote units he turned the television on. I could understand why William hid behind the door when he came to the door. With the sizzling action on the screen he must've had a lot that he wanted to hide from prying eyes. I settled back into his arms and he immediately reach around to start rubbing my bra cup. I pushed my breast forward into his inquisitive hands, slid down his chest onto his lap. We had a lot of catching up to do with the video, but, actually, that was the last either of us noticed of the action on the screen.
I reached up and took his face into my hands and brought it down to my lips. He came willingly with his mouth open and his tongue darting to impale itself between mine. He shifted under me and I felt his cock, already swollen and hard, caress my neck. I reached back behind me and grabbed his piece of man-meat, gripping it hard and broke away from his kiss and turned my head. A sweet wetness wiped my cheek, a sign of his already intense desire, as I found the head of his cock still encased in his briefs and took it into my mouth, tasting the salty pre-cum that had drooled forth to meet my attention. I took as much of it as I could between my lips, soaking material of his briefs with my salivating mouth. I had always fantasized that he would be well-endowed, but had restrained my fantasies with what I thought was reality; however, I could have let my fantasies run absolutely wild. I had considered 7 inches and even 8 inches, but the piece of man-meat I had in my mouth and hand had to be at least 9 inches and very, very thick.
While I was making my discoveries, William was doing his own exploration. He had opened my blouse was sucking on the left cup of my bra and his hand was between my thighs. I was almost beyond control, but I knew that his discovering too much too soon might destroy everything. I had hoped this first time would be slow and gentle and sensuous, but there was absolutely no way that either of us was going to be able to control ourselves for long. My own cock was straining against the insufficient restraint of the boy's jockstrap that I was wearing. I pulled away from the treasure that I had just possessed and turned around. I was gasping for breath and my voice was labored, but low and sultry.
"God damn it, William, let's slow down. My juices are already flowing and I'm ready to orgasm right now. I want that thing of yours in me when I cum. I want to see it." All the while I was fighting him from between my legs and trying to straighten up. I finally got away from his hands, but his mouth was on my bra and he was pulling my blouse off my shoulders. I stood up, pulling him with me. When we both were standing, he literally lifted me off the floor and again we began French-kissing. If his cock was going to feel any thing like the tongue-fucking he was giving my mouth, I was almost ready to reveal everything, but common sense prevailed and I pulled away and slid to my knees. I pulled his bikinis down, releasing his prick and taking it immediately into my mouth. His moans filled the air as I gave him the best cock bath I had ever given. The head of his cock swelled, his balls pulled tightly against his crotch. He was ready to shoot, I wasn't ready to let him. I pulled away, "William, stay right like that. I have to get something." He looked at me as though he didn't know whether to kill me or rape me and his indecision gave me time to go over to the desk and get what I was looking for. I returned and knelt in front of him again, took his cock in my hand and use the ruler to measure it. 9 ½ inches!
"You little bitch," he moaned, "you could have just asked." "Not for this, sweet William, I needed real substantiation. When I talk of this, and I will, I don't want to be accused of exaggerating. It's nine and one glorious half inches. How the hell do you hide it?" "Usually it's only nine. You've given it some real motivation. And right now, I don't want to hide it. Come on Bitch, school's out. Let's get to the homework." I smiled sweetly and started to put the ruler down but he took it from my hand. "On second thought," he said, "why don't we measured those boobs of yours? Off with that fucking bra." "Not yet, William, please." "Yes, now, Petula. You have nothing to hide. They are pretty nice, but I've sucked enough tits to know their falsities. Now let's see what you really have and see if I can figure out how old you really are."
So the time had come for the first unveiling! But I wanted the effects to be immediate, not gradual. "All right, I'm willing and looking at you and that piece of meat of yours, I don't think you'll lose interest. But you have to promise you won't decide to go moral on me." "Baby, I knew before we started that you were jailbait, remember? Just you remember your promise," he said, gripping his hard cock. "Daddy's going to get laid tonight."
I walked back over to him and pressed hard against him and in my young girl voice said, "You don't have to worry about that, Daddy, I'm beginning to think that you're getting off on all of this. Why don't you sit down here," I said, pushing him back onto the sofa, "and let me see if I can look like you want me to." I went into the bathroom, got myself under control a bit. Cleaned up almost all of the makeup. Changed my hair a bit. I took off the bra, falsies and suction cups, and put the blouse back on without buttoning it. The suction cups had done their job. My tits stood out about inch or so and the material of the blouse just drapped seductively over them. I left everything else on and return to William.
"Well?" I asked, as I stood in the doorway turns side with so my tits could be seen. "Thats more like it, Baby! Come here to Daddy." I almost skipped to him and jumped into his lap. My absence had deflated his man-meat a bit, but as soon as he pulled my blouse aside and he took my tits into his hands, it recovered. "Oh, Baby, these are fantastic. Just right." And his hands indicated he was really turned on - he pulled and rubbed and gripped. His treatment was almost brutal, but a nice brutal. "I'm going to suck these until you cum in your panties, then Im going to suck that sweet virgin pussy of yours till you come again and again." At that he picked me up and stretched me out on the sofa, knelt between my legs and lowered himself onto me, putting his prick between my legs and up under my ass, forced my hands over my head and began sucking on my tits like nothing I`ve ever felt before, going back and forth between them, using his fingers on the one that wasn't in his mouth. He sucked, licked, nibbled and bit; I was in ecstasy, thrashing about wildly and did almost cum as he ground his groin into me and humped between my ass crack with his cock. I twisted my own groin as much as possible trying to avoid the impossible friction against my own cock, fearful that he would discover it although there seemed little need since he seems totally oblivious to everything except my tits and ass, and more immediately fearful that I would shoot my load.
"Oh, you sweet, sweet, baby-bitch! I need to be inside you!" Here it came, the moment of truth. "I want to shoot my cum-load inside you. I want to feel you squeeze and them squirm on my cock-meat. I am going to shove it inside you and ride you all the way to the stars, Baby. Lift that fucking hot ass of yours up so I can get your panties down."
I started to protest, but he wouldn't give me a chance. He was all over me, my lips, my neck, my tits; his hands grabbing my thighs, my ass cheeks, kneading and squeezing them. I realized I couldn't resist, nor did I want to. Whatever was to come, I wanted it. I wanted it real bad. I, too, needed it. I reached down and began to pull up my skirt. He pushed my hand away, "No, Baby, I'll do it." I lifted my hips, but instead of lifting up my skirt in front, he pushed it up in back and pulled my panties down over my ass. "I'm going in the back way, Baby. That's where I want to put it. I'm going to just use my spit and shove it in there and then I'm going to fuck your ass. I'm going to rip you apart and you're going to skin my meat raw. You're going to remember this one." With that he picked my hips up, put my legs over his shoulders, spit on his hand and covered his cock with spit, found my ass hole, positioned himself and shoved.
Thank God I had lubricated myself before I came. It had dried up a bit, but provided some protection. I had used dildos, pretty big ones, but I wasn't ready for the pain and torture of his first thrust. I thought I was literally being ripped apart as he pounded away at my boy-pussy, pulling almost all the way out and then driving his ramrod into the very center of my being, yet each time the pain became less painful and more erotic - and then even intensely exciting. It then became exquisitely torturous as the swollen head began to pound away at my pleasure gland. As he sucked my tits and pumped my sweet ass, I could feel my own cock which had deflated at his first assault, become hard once again and larger and larger and larger.
"Oh, shit, Baby, get ready for my hot steaming cum I'm going to give it all to you." he shoved his meat into me one more time and then froze in mid-air and I felt the first blast of his hot cum shoot into my ass. The warmth from his throbbing cock and hot sperm drove me right over the edge and my own organ spasmed and shot. We both frenzied; he, driving his cock deeper and deeper inside me as though he were trying to become enveloped in my ass, and I, trying to shove my pantied-covered cock into his mouth.
When our cocks were finally spent, William collapsed on top of me, heaving and gasping and moaning, and I matched him. "Baby, I'll confess to you I've had it jailbait before, but you are the most fantastic-ever. Even if you were to blow the whistle right now; it would all be worth it." "If I were to do that, then I wouldn't be able to have you again, and that's something I plan to have a lot more times." "You know, Baby, there's just one more thing that would really drive me insane and make me want to do this again and again." "You name it, Stud."
William lifted himself up just a bit and reached under my skirt, cupped the wet, sticky fabric of my panties and jockstrap and said, "let me suck this piece of boy-meat until I get it hard again and then have it stuck up my ass!!!!"
That's exactly what he did. He stripped my skirt off, lapped up the spent cum from my panties and then my jockstrap and finally my cock. Once he was rock hard, he led me into his bedroom and with only one handful of spit, I rammed into his ass doggy style and when I came, he was only one shot behind me. We talked later and I was perfectly honest except for when I knew him from. I wasn't sure that would make him feel too comfortable. I made up a story about how I had seen him when I was doing somebank business for school and that my telephone calls had given me the idea of the disguises. We tried everything else all night and the next day after he called in sick. Sometimes we'd drift off to sleep with him still in my ass, and sometimes with me in his.
The next morning we made plans to get together that week-end and I was sure that everything had worked out exactly as I had planned only better until I was leaving and he patted me on the top of my head and said, "I'm really looking forward to having you in my class, Peter. I'm sure we'll get along very well. You see, Peter, I really meant that and I've thought about you a lot. And, I must say, it turned out even better than I would have hoped."