The Knocked Up Lust Bundle (13 page)

I had practiced and practiced for this day, using dildos and cucumbers, getting rid of my gag reflex.

It was worth it, so that now, when his meaty throbbing mass dipped into my esophagus, I could suckle and swallow and close my tight warm inner-grip on him, and it could be just how he needed.

“Fuck,” said Mr. Young. “She’s a natural. I thought she was a virgin...”

“She is,” said Coach Harris. “She’s just made to fuck, that’s all.”

Strong as an ox, Coach Harris picked me up by my hips now, his cock hovering over my rear entrance. He wasn't wearing
any
protection. I trembled.

“You remember, girl?” he teased, pushing his bare cockhead into my asshole. “You remember what you thought I wanted?”

He shoved forward, not waiting for me to ask for it, not caring if it hurt me. He was taking what he wanted from me. He was doing everything I had always dreamed of.

“You were right,” he grunted, fucking into my ass more, each thrust pushing him further and further up my narrow tunnel. “You were so, so right about what I wanted.”

Every time he thrust forward, I was pushed more into Mr. Young’s cock. I tried as hard as I could to lick and adore his cock, but it was my first time, and the way I was being fucked in the ass, it ended up slobbery and messy...just like I had told him it would. I could feel how badly he wanted it, though, I could feel how hard he wanted to cum. His balls slapped in my face, his muscles were so tight and full of lust. All that lust getting unleashed on me as he fucked my face again and again.

The two of them reached a rhythm, grunting and thrusting above the sound of my increasingly troubled moans. I had to act like I didn’t want it, even though the way my pussy dripped to the ground and how I kept slobbering all over Mr. Young’s cock spoke otherwise. Indeed, I tightened my ass muscles as much as I could, hoping to provide a hot, warm tight space for Coach Harris’s huge cock in my body.

“I’m gonna cum...” Coach Harris reached forward, touching Mr. Young’s hands. They gripped hands together, nodding, sharing an intimate look.

They were going to cum, unprotected, right into my body! There would be no barriers between their sweet hot cum and my hot teen self. And I was gonna cum too. I could feel it building and building. There was too much cock fucking inside of me not to need to cum constantly.

“Oh god,” said Mr. Young. “Fuck...fuck, I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna cum right in her pretty fucking mouth. I’m gonna fucking show her what it means to tease a man...”

I moaned in need. I was desperate for the taste of him—and I was not disappointed. He shot load after load in my mouth, buckling and spasming into my face. So salty and delicious. At the same time, Coach Harris powered into my asshole with everything he had, delivering short, jackhammer-strength thrusts that resulted in an explosion of creamy hot white goo in my most sacred place, where I would never be a virgin again.

I came, of course. So much cum throbbing and melting inside of me—I throbbed too. I melted too. My whole body vibrated with the solemn need to let them know how badly I appreciated what they had done for me.

Just like that, I had been double-teamed by two real, actual studs.

We collapsed down to the floor of the locker room. Feeling obediently, I took care to wrap each of them around me, letting their hot man hands slide up and down my sexy body.

“You’ll be a good girl at school from now on, won’t you Candice?” asked Mr. Young.

“Sure,” I said. “But...”

“But what?” said Coach Harris, almost annoyed.

“Well, if you could pretend I wasn’t...then I could pretend too. Would you boys like that?”

They grinned. They’d love it.

It wouldn’t be as good as the real deal, of course...but pretending wouldn’t be
so
bad, I decided. And that way, I could have them slap me and take me whenever they wanted.

Anything to get more of their cock. That was what I had wanted all along.

It was a dream come true.

# # #

W
endy took a breath and stepped out of the bathroom.

Their dorm room was small—just a bathroom and a living space that included their two beds. They had a corner room with two windows, and two small desks underneath each window.

Her gorgeous young roommate, Silvia, was in the dorm room already, sitting down on her bed with her laptop place on her perfectly tanned legs. Their beds were adjacent to one another in the other corner, and at night, Wendy could hear Silvia's softly contented moans whenever she decided to pleasure herself.

Even working as a prostitute, Silvia just couldn't get enough orgasms. She was completely sex crazy. Wendy felt that rather worked to her own advantage, given what she had in mind.

“Hey babe,” said Silvia. “What's...”

Her voice drifted off, eyes widening as she saw what Wendy was wearing. Or more accurately, what Wendy
wasn't
wearing.

Covering Wendy's red-hot body was red-hot lingerie. Fishnet stockings on her legs. Toweringly high platform heels, sparkling and jeweled. A tiny red bra supporting her buoyant, amazing breasts. Tiny g-string panties stretching over her tight ass, her perfect snatch.

“That's um...” Silvia took a breath. “Wow. You have a date tonight?”

Wendy shrugged, sliding forward onto Silvia's bed. “Not yet. I'd like one, though.”

Silvia raised a flirtatious eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Anybody in mind?”

Without any subtlety, Wendy slipped her breasts onto Silvia's leg and slid slowly upward. Her perfect, 36D cleavage easily encapsulated the sexy blonde's perfectly slender calf.

“Oh...” Silvia moaned softly. “Oh my.”

“I really, really want to come and work with you tonight, Silvia. Won't you let me?”

For weeks now, Wendy had been dropping hints about how interesting she found Silvia's work. Silvia boasted regularly how she made enough to pay off her tuition and room and board in less than two nights of work when she started up her craft at the start of the semester. Everything else since then had just been gravy.

But even so, Silvia had obstinately refused to let Wendy join her.

“You don't want to get started up in this work,” she told her again and again. “It's just not for some girls.”

Wendy, of course, knew that she wasn't 'some girl.' She was
the
girl—and she could do anything she wanted. She was certainly hot enough.

Silvia had, in the past, dropped hints that she wouldn’t mind working with Wendy—but always behind these hints were vague warnings about the man she worked for, Tony. Wendy of course wasn’t scared of any man, not even a pimp—she knew that her beauty could charm anyone.

Now, with Wendy crawling up Silvia's body, rubbing and moaning, sliding her rich mass of hair along the tender blonde's belly—Silvia's will seemed to be crumbling.

“Hey...that's not...not f-faiiir...” Her voice became high and breathy. “God, you're
so
pretty, Wendy, b-but Tony says...”

Always with what
Tony
says. Wendy shook her head. She didn't care about Tony—no matter how many times Silvia said how much she loved him and only wanted to do what he said.

“Come on, Silvia. You know you want me to work with you.”

Wendy slid her hand up on her best friend’s leg, just above the knee. Her grip was light but insistent, fingertips slowly moving higher on the smooth surface of the dazzling blonde’s leg. Silvia—even as a professional—looked rather flustered.

“Wendy...” Silvia bit her lip, looking away. “I-it’s not that simple. Even if I
wanted
to let you work with me, we still have to clear it with Tony, and he’s n-not...n-not...”

“Not what? Not a guy I can reason with?” Wendy smiled and tossed back her lustrous brown hair. “Such a man doesn’t exist babe.”

The two young beauties were sequestered away in their large college dorm room, completely alone. It was the middle of the afternoon, and all of Wendy’s classes were over. Not that it mattered—she didn’t end up going to class that much. Why bother, when it was so easy to have nerds take notes and tests for her? Most of her days in college were spent shopping on other men’s dimes, or vainly admiring her reflection in one of the many mirrors in her dorm room, or plotting a seduction of yet another easily-conquered male.

Wendy loved to seduce others. It was simple for her—with her angel face, her smoldering dark eyes, her gorgeous mane of chestnut brown hair, and her perfectly proportioned hourglass body. She knew just how to twist words around, to manipulate space, to coo and moan to make others see that she was really right most of the time.

Take, for example, just the fact that Silvia was her roommate. When she had started in college, her roommate had been some cave-dweller; a hulking softball player who barely knew what conditioner was. That simply wouldn’t do for Wendy. She needed someone who understood class and elegance. She needed someone who understood society—who understood that girls really ruled things, so long as they were gorgeous and lovely and made men do anything they wanted with a smile and a suggestion.

When Wendy first met Silvia, it had been in a library. Wendy had been there, trying to track down some nerd to take care of her advanced calculus take-home test for her.

Instead, Wendy caught the beautiful blond Silvia jerking off a young football stud in one of the small study cubicles. She almost hadn’t caught it—the way Silvia arranged herself, it was possible to see what she was doing only from one particular angle.

“That’s it, baby,” Silvia moaned into his ear. “You like that? Is that good?”

He seemed thoroughly in love, just staring helplessly at Silvia with admiration in his eyes. In short order, Wendy, spying from behind a pillar, watched him convulse and cum. Silvia licked her hand clean and strutted off.

Wendy caught her afterward—counting a stack of twenties.

“Oh my god,” she said, eyes wide. “Did you just paid to jerk him off?”

Silvia put a hand on her hip, clearly expecting Wendy to judge. “So what if I did?”

“That’s just, so completely totally great,” Wendy gushed.

They made quick friends, and within a week they had petitioned for their new dorm room—which they received, of course. The poor boarding counselor barely knew what to do with himself when the two mini-skirted beauties arrived in his office.

Now, two months later, Wendy had essentially used up all the avenues for cash that a gorgeous girl like her could find without whoring herself out.

And, honestly? It just wasn’t enough cash for her.

So, all that she saw left open was to join up with Silvia’s business.

Now, sliding over Silvia's body, trailing her face against the lovely blonde's neck and inhaling deeply, Wendy knew that she was winning. Silvia's body—tense and trembling—was practically bursting with lust from the sight of Wendy's hot lingerie clad body so very warm and so very close.

Wendy needed that money. She really, really needed to get away to Europe. She was a beautiful college girl! How would she operate without going off to Europe to have lots of fun with strange men and stranger circumstances? It just didn’t make any sense at all for her to be stuck in the states that whole time.

She supposed that she
could
convince enough of her boyfriends to bankroll her visit, but then they might hear about it and get all hurt when she didn’t take them, or maybe they’d demand exclusivity for such a sum that she required—Wendy, after all, would
only
be staying in five-star hotels.

She was a fucking goddess, and goddesses like her deserved to be pampered at every possible interval. Silk robes, bouquets of flower at ever hour, mad passionate love with foreign-language-spouting studs who only knew enough English to call her gorgeous, champagne, new jewelry—she deserved all of that and more.

In the dorm room, Wendy’s lips hovered just above Silvia’s, soft moans between them echoing in the small space.

“Come on, baby. You can split all that money with me...I know you can.”

“I...I just...” Silvia’s voice wavered, lips trembling. “God, you’re
so
pretty...”

“I know I am, sweetie. So why don’t you let me come with you tonight? You don't need to tell Tony. We can just...keep him out of this one.”

The man Silvia had described for her date tonight, Jackson, sounded like an easy mark. Wendy had little doubt that she could seduce him quickly and efficiently. Soon, he would know that he didn’t need to pay Silvia
and
Wendy. Just the gorgeous brown-haired siren was more than enough for him—more than enough for any man, as a matter of fact.

Silvia had plenty of clients, after all. She operated like a happy little faerie, taking away bits of cash for bits of pleasure.

Meanwhile, Wendy thought of herself more as a succubus, draining men dry and overloading them with pleasure in the meantime. She was so hot, after all, that mere smiles and suggestions meant more coming from her than blowjobs from lesser girls. She knew that just one wink from her brilliant eyes meant a man might have enough jerking-off material for years of his life.

Every man that she had ever slept with—just a handful—sent her at least a dozen emails every day, begging this way and that for her to return to their lives. Of course, she mocked them and derided them and had them send her ever more streams of gifts—not enough to live on, of course. Their obsession with her was so absolute that they could barely leave the house due to jerking off to the memories of her body on theirs.

Mewing on the bed, Silvia resisted even still. Soon, Wendy knew, Silvia would be one more obsessed little puppet. That was quite all right with her. She had never had a girl in love with her before—or at least, not one that she had actually fucked. She was sure that many of the stares she got from women weren't completely out of jealousy of her goddess-ness.

Smiling, Wendy slipped her fingers down into Silvia's panties and pressed hard down on her clit.

“Oh my god!” Silvia screamed suddenly. “Ohhh god, that's my clit!”

Wendy nodded happily, and continued the hot, sexy little rotation she had started. Silvia squirmed underneath her.