“Time to let the young studs have their fun!”
John stood up and pumped his cock a couple of times with his hand, attempting to return it to its optimum size. He rose onto the table and mounted the blonde, teasing her by placing the head of his cock against her dripping wet pussy. Matt remained in control of her head, staring deep into her eyes as her lips formed a circle when John’s cock invaded her. Her eyes rolled and her brow furrowed as he slowly and gently inched his cock in. The tone of her moan increased gradually as he moved in deeper and deeper. Unlike Calvin, when he felt his balls slap against her, he wasted no time. He immediately removed his cock right to the tip before slamming it forcefully back in. Mandy bucked and writhed around on the table as Matt’s weight kept her pinned down firmly. He pounded into her without respite over and over again as Calvin provided a running commentary from the side line. Eventually he stood up and walked to the head of the table where he traded places with Matt.
“Remember me?” he said as he climbed on top of her and forced his still cum-soaked cock into her mouth. For the third time, she opened up, content to take a third cock in her mouth in the same day. She cleaned him of the dried cum as she bent her tongue around him, causing him to buck his hips against her face. He gripped the back of her head with his strong hands as John continued pounding his massive shaft into her with relentless vigour.
Matt watched on, enthralled by what he was witnessing on his first day of “work experience”. John maintained his momentum continually until he eventually removed his cock and erupted all over her stomach, just as Calvin had. He nodded to Matt who finally received his chance to have some fun with the spent young woman who had already climaxed several times since her arrival at the practitioners office that day. Matt climbed up onto the table and assumed his position before the young blonde. He began by spreading her legs as far apart as they would go. He leaned up over her while Calvin continued pounding his manhood into her mouth. Matt plunged deep into her, completing the treble for the three studs. John collapsed onto the chair beside the table, his legs completely giving way following his impressive exertions. Matt continued to punish the young woman, his hands supporting him on either side of her hips, his biceps bulged as he supported his weight expertly on top of her. Calvin swung a leg over Mandy’s head and stepped down from the table, slowly pulling his boxer briefs back on as he sat on the floor beside John, watching his old friend’s son expertly pound the hot young patient. Matt continued his endless thrusts as Mandy’s fingers and toes both curled at either ends of the table in complete ecstasy. Finally, Matt’s face contorted as he left his shaft lodged deep in her and unloaded his seed. It dripped out of her as Matt collapsed down and Mandy inhaled and exhaled deeply, her pleasurable punishment finally at an end.
Calvin looked at John, Matt and finally at Mandy and he smiled.
“Okay Mandy I think that’s enough for today, I’ll write you up a prescription which should bring the swelling down.” He sniggered.
“Oh and boys, let’s get those papers signed shall we?”
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TEMPTATION TALES
Story 17
The phone vibrated loudly on the wooden desk where it lay beside a mountain of books.
“What are u doing?” the text message read.
Keisha sighed. She had a Biology lab report due the next morning and was really struggling with it. She certainly did not need the interruption. She pushed her phone further away from her and stared blankly at the screen of her laptop.
The phone buzzed again.
“Party 2nite! We gotta go!!!!”
It was her best friend, Rosie.
Rosie wasn't as studious as Keisha, never had been. She liked to go to every party. College, in her opinion, was for having fun and getting laid. All Keisha cared about was grades. Most people thought it was pretty funny that the two were friends but aside from their differing attitudes to education, the girls had a lot in common.
“I can't, Rose. Sorry. I have homework to do tonight. See you tomorrow!”
Keisha responded to the text messages politely but made sure to end the conversation. The evening was going by way too quickly and she was running out of time to finish her report.
“I am on my way to your dorm, girl! I am not taking no for an answer! You never come out so tonight we are going to have fun! See you in 5!”
What the hell? Rosie was just going to turn up uninvited? Really?
Keisha slammed her laptop shut in frustration. She could really do without the distraction. She hoped that it wouldn't take too long to convince her friend that she was busy and get rid of her.
Loud hammering on the door interrupted her thoughts.
“It's meeeeee!” came Rosie's chirpy voice from outside.
Keisha threw the door open and stood leaning against the frame so as not to allow the other girl to enter.
“I really can't go out with you tonight, I'm sorry. I'm busy. And I mean, look at me! I'm a mess!”
Keisha gestured towards her worn grey sweatpants and baggy t-shirt.
“Never fear!” Rosie hollered, waving a bulging plastic carrier bag in front of Keisha's face, “I have got this under control!”
She pushed her way into the dormroom and flopped down on to the bed.
Keisha watched as her young friend pulled a small glass bottle of vodka from her purse and swiftly knocked back a mouthful of the alcohol. She held the container out to her.
“Um, no. Rosie, I appreciate you coming over here but I can't go out tonight. I'm busy.”
Keisha gestured towards her desk.
Rosie took another sip of the vodka. She was well on her way to being drunk.
“Girl, you need to chill! Look what I've got!”
Rosie, a pretty, blond haired girl, emptied the contents of the plastic carrier bag on to the bed.
The bed was covered in clothing, all still with the tags on. There were figure hugging dresses and low-cut shirts. Short skirts and low-rise pants.
“Keisha, you would look amazing in this!”
Rosie held up a red dress. It had a plummeting V shape both at the front and back and didn't appear to be very long.
Keisha felt embarrassed just looking at it!
“Rose, I would never wear that! It would make my ass look huge!”
“That's the point!” her friend retorted, “Now try it on for me!”
There was no point trying to reason with Rosie when she was like this, Keisha figured so instead of arguing, she pulled her baggy shirt over her head and began to shimmy into the tight dress. She dropped the sweatpants she had been wearing to the floor and spun to look in the mirror hanging on the wall of her dormroom.
“Oh my god, I look ridiculous!” she cried.
Keisha had dark, ebony skin which perfectly complimented the color of the dress. She had a lean but curvaceous body and yes, just as she had alluded to, a big, round booty.
“You look incredible, so hot!” Rosie reassured her.
Keisha shook her head as she stood sideways, checking out her own reflection.
“No way! Look how fat my ass looks!
“Girl! Your ass looks peachy! I would die for an ass like that!”
Standing together in front of the mirror now, the two girls compared their reflections.
Rosie stood at about five foot five inches tall. She was slender with small breasts. Her long blond hair framed a sweet face and she had naughty eyes which guys always fell for. Keisha was taller, five foot eight inches tall. She was black, and felt like she got less attention from guys because of this fact. She was living in a predominantly white college town now. Her hair was dark and fabulously curly and she had deep, brown eyes. Her body was what was worth talking about. She had large, soft titties, a tiny waist and the most perfect wide hips. Keisha's ass bounced with every step she took. The girl might have wanted to hide it away but it was delicious.
“Rosie, I can't go out wearing this.
I mean I just can't go out in general. Not tonight.”
Rosie was talking no notice of her friends protestations. She began stipping off her own clothes and redressed herself in a black mini skirt and low-cut sparkly top.
“Just drink this!” she demanded.
Keisha shrugged her shoulders. Maybe this easiest thing to do right now would be to appease her friend. She could go to the party with her and slip out unnoticed, probably after five minutes. Rosie would wrap herself around some guy as soon as they got there anyway.
“Okay! Okay! I'm going!”
Keisha took the bottle from her friend and gulped the burning liquid down into her belly.
Rosie high-fived her friend.
“That's my girl! Let's finish this drink and do our make up and then leave.”
The two young women spent some time concealing and highlighting, flushing their cheeks and glossing their lips. All the while, the vodka flowed freely.
“We are going to have such a good time tonight! I'm so glad you're coming with me!” Rosie hollered, as she flicked a switch on the stereo to fill the room with music.
Although Keisha had been hesitant, with alcohol flowing through her veins she was feeling more relaxed. She swayed in time with the music.
“What kind of things happen at these crazy parties?” she asked naively.
Rosie spun around to face her friend.
“Wait!” she yelped, “This is going to be your first college party?”
“Uhhh yeah. I mean I've been busy, I work really hard...”
“Oh! My! God! Keisha, you are about to have the best night of your life!”
The best night of her life?
“I don't wanna get too crazy, you know?”
“Relax, sweetie!” Rosie cooed, “There's just gonna be some alcohol. We'll play beer pong, maybe dance a little. And there will be a lot of guys!”
The girls giggled.
“That hottie from your old high school class will be there actually. What's his name? Jason? The one who joined the biker gang.” Rosie continued.
Jason was beautiful. And years ago, Keisha had told her friend before how attractive she found him and how often during class she'd realize she had just been absent-mindedly staring at him.
“Mmhmm, Jason.” she confirmed.
“You can totally have him tonight! He will be eating out of the palm of your hand after seeing you in that dress!”
Keisha shook her head. She had seen the kind of girls Jason liked to hang around with – skinny white girls with designer purses and expensive cars. She couldn't compete. That entire lifestyle was foreign to her.
“Trust me, Keisha. You will have him tonight!”
Keisha didn't respond. She didn't know what to say and her friend quickly understood the reason behind her silence.
“Keisha, you're not a virgin, right? I mean, you did fuck that guy, what was his name? Brent? You know that guy you were dating? That loser!”
Keisha grabbed the vodka bottle and drank some more. Sex was such a casual thing to cool Rosie. She didn't want to admit the truth to her. Nervously she shook her head.
“I didn't fuck him, Rose. It just... It never happened...”
Rosie slapped her forehead with her hand.
“I am such an idiot!” she said, “I should have known! It's fine, we can fix this tonight. I will help you.”
Fix it? Keisha didn't see her virginity as something that needed fixing. She was content. She was waiting for the right guy. Just because Rosie liked to sleep around didn't mean that she had to too, right?
“There's nothing to fix, Rosy. I don't need a guy right now. Let's just go to the party and have a fun time.”
Keisha was now starting to feel a little overwhelmed. Were college parties all about getting fucked? Plus she hadn't ever consumed much alcohol in the past and her head was starting to feel woozy.
“Let's go!” she said, taking longer than she should to stuff her feet into her dangerously high shoes.
Rosie took one last look at the two of them in the mirror. She pouted at herself after she finished the last swig of the vodka and adjusted her bra to make sure her small boobs were as revealed as possible.
“Party time! Party time!” Rosie yelled out, slapping her best friends big ass, “Let's go show these boys what we've got!”
Keisha smiled and the two of them stumbled out the door together.
It was only a short walk off campus to the house where the party was taking place. The night was warm and balmy so the girls took their time, chatting as they strolled along.
“Don't you wanna lose your virginity? You're what, almost twenty now?” Rosie questioned her friend.
“I know, I know. The timing just hasn't been right.” the dark skinned beauty replied.
“It could be right tonight, if you wanted it to!” Rosie teased, “I bet Jason could help you de-stress! If he shows up, that is.”
Keisha wished Jason would want to help her, in any way. He was so out of her league though. He was a sexy boy who grew up in Manhattan. She was from a poor, lower end family who lived in the Georgia countryside. They undoubtedly had nothing in common. He was just nice to look at from afar. Rosie didn't understand because she was confident. She allowed nothing to stand in her way. If she wanted something, she just went and got it.
“I don't think so, Ros.” Keisha said, disagreeing with her friend, “But that's okay. Come on, let's go in to this store and pick up some more vodka. You have fake ID, right?”
Thoughts of Jason and how she wasn't good enough for her had suddenly brought Keisha down. All she wanted now was a drink to drown her sorrows. Her friend happily obliged, rushing into the store to grab the liquor.
“I've got it!” Rosie whooped, pulling the vodka from the brown paper bag.
They were almost at the party house now and Keisha wanted to be feeling better before she got there so she began glugging back mouthful after mouthful of the drink.
“Woah girl, go easy! Leave some for me!”
Rosie playfully poked her in the ribs and Keisha passed the bottle over to her waiting friend.
Just as they arrived at the driveway of the pretty suburban home, the girls finished their drink and tossed the bottle in a nearby trashcan.
“Do I look okay? Keisha asked her friend.
“You look smokin'! Like I said girl, I would swap asses with you any day of the week! Now come on, let's do this! Let's get fucked up!”
And so began Keisha's first college party experience....
The two girls, teetering on their high heeled shoes, entered through the front door of the house. Almost immediately Keisha felt out of place. The party was full of the kind of people she didn't associate with at all at school – rich people. Rich, loud people. A flock of girls made their way over to Rosie. A cloud of perfume enveloped Keisha as they approached.
“Rosie! Darling, you look incredible!” the group chorused, “Come with us, let's get you a drink!”
Nobody even acknowledged that Keisha was there.
“Come on, Keisha!” Rosie called back.
She had already been lost in a sea of socialites. Keisha followed half-heatedly. She figured she'd be able to leave pretty soon anyway.
In the kitchen, the girls began taking shots. Thoughtfully, Rosie passed drinks to her friend too. This was a new world for Keisha but she so desperately wanted to be accepted that she drank down whatever she was handed. After a while of that, it was time to move on. The group took its place in the living room, the girls spreading themselves over a small two-seater sofa.
It was kind of funny to Keisha, how events began to unfold.
Every so often a guy would approach and start a conversation with one of the girls and they dropped like flies. One by one they left. Keisha figured they were finding somewhere a little more private to get acquainted with their new suitor. It wasn't long, as Keisha suspected, before Rosie was gone too, giving her friend a sly wink as she made her exit.
B
eautiful Keisha was left sitting on the sofa alone.
“Finally I can leave!” she thought to herself.
Suddenly the loud sound of motorcycles revved up outside. The powerful hum of their engines coming to a stop, and a few moments later the side door was heard opening and in stepped a few gruff looking boys.
The sexy young lady made a quick adjustment to her dress to ensure that when she stood up, nothing would be on show. Just as she was about to get up from her seat, to her surprise she was approached.
“Hi, honey!” the young man greeted her, “I'll sit down with you here for a moment, ok?”
“Oh... Well actually I'm just about to leave.” Keisha told him.
The man ignored her request and took a seat beside her.
“I'm Rink.” he said, offering her his hand, along with a beaming smile.
Keisha shook his hand. He possessed a strong, sturdy grip. And the way he carried himself so upright, appeared to have some strength training.
“And you are...?” he prompted.
“Oh... Keisha. I'm Keisha.”
He smiled again. Keisha couldn't help but notice how attractive Rink was. He had thick, brown hair that was neatly parted to one side and the most piercing blue eyes she had ever seen. He had a light layer of stubble on his face that she found incredibly enticing.
“Good to meet you, Keisha. You are looking divine tonight. Myself and my friend were wondering if you'd care to join us for a drink.”
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