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Subject: {ASSM} To Have as My Own 01 (mf, exhib, oral, ds, teen)
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Date: Sun, 23 May 2004 07:10:03 -0400
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This is document is pure fantasy, and is never meant to be anything
else. Many of these things would not be good... in fact, would be
downright bad or unhealthy to try to re-enact in real life. Please be
sure that reading these sorts of sordid materials is legal where you
currently are. Most places put an age limit of 18 for this stuff, and
most places of employment strongly discourage it on their time. Read
wisely and act wisely.

Few things are off limits. However, you will find neither extreme
brutality nor explorations into the realm urine or fecal matter. No
real teens were harmed in the writing of this story.

Comments, criticism or suggestions are strongly encouraged and should
be sent to pocky at hotmail dot com (munged for anti-spam). Make sure
to mention May in the email subject if I have not corresponded with
you before. I've got aggressive anti-spam measures turned on.

This story documents the seduction and eventual enslavement of May, a
sixteen-year-old high school junior, to her unbelievably wealthy
classmate Richard.

Story codes: exhib, oral, ds, teen
Participation combos: mf

Thanks for reading!


TO HAVE AS MY OWN...

THE POOL

"Gaaah!"

Richard slammed the phone on the hook and fumed. In a cartoon there
would have been smoke pouring out of his ears. The tall, broad-chested
young man threw himself into the recliner behind him and glowered at
the room. His steely blue eyes, partially hidden under a shock of
professionally styled, near-black hair, swept the room. Was there
something to throw? Something to smash against the wall? Seventeen
years old and a high school junior, he was tired of being ignored by
his parents. This week they were in Hong Kong, wheeling and dealing
and presumably bringing home another million or five. They had found
the time to call and let him know that they weren't coming home as
they had originally planned. Rather, they were going to extend their
stay by two weeks and, as they put it, "take a little vacation" before
continuing to Singapore. Then they were going to their mines in
Johannesburg, their chateau near Paris, their town house in London and
the sheep farm in Scotland. And after that? Who knows? It certainly
wasn't home.

Five months it had been since he last saw them and he was beginning to
wonder if they would ever return. Born with the proverbial silver
spoon in his mouth, he was the only son of Richard Vincent Chesterton
III, wealthy business magnate with way too much to do and way too
little time to spare. Or at least so Richard thought. He vowed that
when he one day inherited the firm, as Richard Vincent Chesterton IV,
he would sell the whole damn thing. But for now, he would enjoy the
material spoils, including his own house near school and a bright red
Porsche 911 convertible to get there. Not to mention the large pool in
the back, connected to an in-ground hot tub large enough to hold a
small orgy. The house and yard were encircled by a natural fence of
stout oak trees, which were again encircled by a tall manmade fence to
keep out trespassers and curious eyes.

"Should get myself something," mused Richard. When he felt bored,
irritated or depressed, he liked to go out and buy something
expensive, always on his parents' bill. And today he felt like all
three. But what did he want? He had already had one of the rooms in
his house converted to a home theater, popcorn machine and all; the
garage had been expanded to fit a music studio upstairs and a large
dance floor downstairs, complete with a stocked DJ booth and karaoke
machine; in the basement were a pool table, a snooker table, two
bowling lanes and a room with over fifty arcade machines. For once,
Richard was at a loss. Letting out another yell of frustration, he
stormed out to the garage and hopped into the Porsche.

The wide tires screeched loudly as he peeled out onto the street,
though the roar of the large engine quickly drowned them out. The red
car zoomed down the street, the top down and Richard's carefully
styled hair ruffled by the wind. It was a warm September afternoon,
presumably one of the last in this Indian summer. The autumn had been
unusual, the trees still bright green and the lakes still warm enough
to swim in. Confused birds had been circling for weeks, trying to
decide whether it were time to head south or not. Richard, in his foul
mood, noticed none of this.

Out of habit, he had turned toward school and was about to shoot right
past it when he remembered that the varsity sports teams had begun
their fall practices, including the girls' swimming team. And, if he
wasn't mistaken, today's Saturday sessions were going on right now.
With a wicked smile playing about his lips for the first time that
day, he braked, shifted and flung the car into the drive up to the
small private high school. Far be it from him to shy away from a bunch
of physically fit girls scampering about in tight bathing suits. A
little girl-watching might help him blow the stink off, he surmised.
Maybe there even was one or two there he hadn't taken out yet.



Standing on the three-meter diving board, May was shivering and
nervous. The clear water was hard and awfully far away, and she felt
that if she dove, it would stop her firmly and quite painfully. Her
toes curled tightly around the edge of the board, trying to keep her
from leaping. Brushing long, dark brown tresses out of her eyes, she
swallowed and tried to concentrate. The three-meter board always
freaked her out. She was a competent diver, and almost unrivaled on
the innocent and quite safe one-meter board. But to compete, she
needed the three. And as usual, she wondered how she'd let Coach talk
her into being a diver. Her toes curled tighter.

"Come on, May!" Coach yelled at her from the edge of the pool, his
voice like a foghorn. "There's a line forming up there!"

She glanced behind her where her teammates were waiting impatiently.
There were crossed arms and tapping feet.

"Get a move on, May," someone yelled from down the ladder.

Standing straight up and down, the small girl held her arms straight
at her sides. This past summer she had filled out dramatically, and
she was very conscious of it. The bathing suit was the same she had
worn last year and it felt inadequate. Her breasts, which had gone up
a cup size since June, were straining against the front. Nervous as
she was, her nipples were poking through the thin fabric. In back, the
suit had also developed an annoying habit of riding up. Unconsciously,
she reached behind and pulled her suit out. Refocusing, she aimed her
green eyes back toward the water beneath her.

"May!" Coach was sounding as impatient as her teammates. "I'm telling
you, dive!"

When Coach's order washed over her, she shuddered briefly. Her
shoulders relaxed a bit and she raised her head.

"Dive! Now!" Coach was a vet of the Gulf War, and had the manners of a
drill sergeant. No use easing into things when one could jump, he
liked to claim. His eyes glinted fiercely and he repeated, "now!"

May fixed her eyes on a point on the opposite wall, breathing deeply
in and out, in and out. Her arms swept out, flexing her strong
shoulders. And then she gracefully leaped into the air. Like a swan
taking flight she flew up, her chest thrust forward and her arms out
like wings. Then she rotated backwards in a slow arc before breaking
the water nearly vertically. The splash was minimal. Only seconds
later, she burst forth from the water like an angel, her thick hair
streaming behind her. She refilled her lungs with air before lazily
swimming over to the ladder.

"That's my girl!" Coach was applauding from the edge of the pool. His
rough hands slapped together like blocks of wood, the sound sharp and
crisp.

That's when she noticed the tall, dark-haired guy sitting on one of
the bleachers. His face was expressionless as he stared directly at
her. She had seen him around school and nervously, she tried to place
him. His name was... Robert... no, Richard... no, Ronald? It was "R"
something, and though she couldn't quite remember the name, she was
positive he was in her grade. From what she heard, he was loaded and
quite the spoiled brat. But why was he watching her dive? She climbed
slowly out of the pool, peeking at him out of the corner of her eye.
Hurriedly, she found a towel and wrapped herself in it, still
embarrassed over her ill-fitting swimsuit.

His face was unreadable, though a hint of a grin hung on his lips.
Nervously, she smiled briefly at him before heading back to the diving
board to wait for her next turn. She could feel his eyes boring into
her back as she did. The boy - Richard for argument's sake - was
eerie, though handsome, she thought. His face had a classic
regularity, with a strong jaw, bright eyes and a distinguished nose.
No one had to ask if he was wealthy. His entire being exuded the sense
of being a 'have' in a world of 'have-nots'.

While standing in the short line to the diving board, she couldn't
help but throw glances in the mysterious boy's direction. His
attention seemed to have shifted to the other girls diving, but every
so often, she'd catch him staring right at her. At least it felt that
way. She willed herself not to look at him and tried instead to
concentrate on her next dive.

At the foot of the ladder, she had to put the towel aside and she felt
very exposed as she climbed up. Thank God the diving tower blocked the
line of sight between her and the dark-haired boy. However, the top of
the ladder drew inevitably closer as the girls ahead of her flung
themselves into the warm water. When she did reach the top, she
extracted her wedgie again before moving forward to the edge.

She tried to keep her breathing steady, but her heart was beating
furiously. It was as if his eyes were burning into her as he waited
for her to leap. Her body began to tremble. Once again, her toes were
curling around the edge of the board, trying to hold her back. May
felt cold. Her nipples crinkled up and pushed out against her suit,
and she didn't doubt for a second that Richard had noticed. A bright
red flush spread across her face and chest, disappearing under the top
of her suit.

"May!" Coach barked from the pool's edge. "Move it!"

She started. Coach had been all but forgotten, her attention absorbed
by her classmate on the bleachers.

"Dive!"

She inhaled deeply and set her shoulders back. Swinging her arms, she
coiled up and then released like a spring, launching herself into the
air. She tucked and flipped forward twice before straightening and
spearing into the water. Once under, she continued downwards until she
touched the bottom. She didn't want to go back up, where he would be
sure to keep staring at her. Weaving her arms, she kept herself on the
hard tiles until she felt like her lungs would burst. Her ears were
ringing. Reluctantly, she pushed off and let herself float upwards.

But when she broke the surface and looked around, the boy was gone.



Richard was deep in thought as he weaved through traffic. He'd finally
decided what he wanted to get next. Nothing material that he wanted
was beyond him anymore. But a person with whom he could do with what
he wanted... that would be a novelty, something new. And he wanted the
shy girl in the tight bathing suit. She was cute, had nice curves and
a pretty face, and she seemed very susceptible to being ordered
around.

Seemed perfect, and Richard was planning to ask her out to get close
to her. But first there were some preparations to put into place. He
had to convince her she wanted this, and quickly. Otherwise there was
no way he'd get close to her again, or even worse, she might report
him to the police for harassment. He wished he had that intuition of
the kind of ladies' man who could at a glance tell how a girl would
react to a given situation, but at seventeen he supposed that was a
bit too much to ask. Maybe those men didn't exist anyway. Either way,
this would be a trial and error operation where he hoped the errors
wouldn't be too grievous. Casting those thoughts away, he concentrated
on the task at hand. As he pulled into the driveway, his head was
buzzing with ideas.


THE DATE

The bell rang for lunch period and Richard rushed out of his class,
determined to intercept the shy girl on her way to the cafeteria.
People stared at him as he ran down the hall to the stairs. Taking
them two at the time, he rushed down three stories to the ground floor
and burst out the front entrance. He stopped, caught his breath and
looked around. Was she out yet? Running early? Late?

He was just about to head up to the cafeteria to see if she'd beaten
him when he spotted her coming out of one of the other buildings. She
was walking alone, a large backpack weighing her down. Seizing the
opportunity, he strode over until he was walking next to her.

"Can I carry your pack? It looks heavy." Richard made his best attempt
at a friendly smile.

The girl jumped and looked at him with big eyes. "Y... you're the guy
from..."

"From yesterday, yeah. Sorry I left so early, but I had someplace else
to be."  He coughed. "Your dives were magnificent, though."

She blushed furiously. Richard found it adorable. He reached around,
grabbed the handle on the top of her backpack and pulled it off her.

"H... hey! I didn't say..." she exclaimed.

"You didn't have to," interrupted Richard. He slung the pack over his
shoulder and headed for the cafeteria. The girl ran briefly to catch
up before falling into step next to him.

"Well, um... thanks then... er..."

"Rich."

"Oh... um... my name is May."

"That's a beautiful name. A family thing?"

"Um... no... just the month I was born in." She smiled for the first
time. Awkwardly, but a smile nonetheless. "Guess my parents aren't all
that creative."

"Tell me about it. My full name is Richard Vincent Chesterton... and I
get to tack a 'the fourth' to the end of that." He smiled when she
giggled. "I know all about uncreative parents."

As they entered the cafeteria amidst a throng of other students, he
guided her over to a table in the back, where he set down her bag.
"Shall we eat here?"

"Well, usually I..."

"Here then." He smiled disarmingly. "How about we get some food."

He took her by the arm and pulled her along toward the serving line.
He grabbed two trays and handed her one as they got into the line.
Ahead, the lunch ladies were dishing out plates of mashed potatoes and
limp vegetables. Richard was standing in line with his back to his
reluctant lunch partner, waiting his turn and letting her wait until
he was ready to talk again. He wondered what she was thinking. She
never tried to initiate conversation and he didn't acknowledge her
again until after they were served and heading back to the table.
Pulling out her chair, he seated her before taking his own seat. May
seemed flustered and confused.

"So, I was wondering..." started Richard. She looked up from her less
than appetizing lunch. "I noticed you yesterday and well... I was
wondering if you'd like to see a movie with me." He locked eyes with
her.

"Y... you're asking me on a date?" The incredulous look on her face
was easy enough to read. "B... but..."

"No buts! What are you doing tonight?"

"N... nothing, but..."

"Pick you up at five, then? Where should we meet?"

She sagged in her chair, defeated. "I don't know."

"How about in front of the school? Neutral ground, I suppose." She
nodded faintly. Finishing off the last lump of mashed potato
substitute, Richard pushed his chair back and stood. "I've got some
things to take care of, so I have to go." He smiled. "But I'll see you
at five." And then he whisked out of the lunch hall, leaving behind a
very confused-looking teenage girl.

Richard grinned as he stepped out into the courtyard. So far,
everything was going according to plan. He stuck his hands in his
pockets and sauntered in direction of his next class, whistling some
tune which name he didn't know.



At five to five, Richard pulled up in front of campus in his Porsche,
the top still down. He was almost surprised to see her standing there
waiting for him. Given how nervous she was at lunch, he'd half
expected her to back out and stay at home tonight. However, there she
was, wearing a knee-length, dark green dress and a short jacket to
protect against the cooler evening air. She'd even fixed up her hair a
bit and put on some make-up. Perfect.

He stopped right in front of her and hopped out of the car. Running
around to the other side, he got the passenger door open before she
reached the car.

"Thine chariot hath arrived, m'lady." Richard bowed and helped her
into the car. A small giggle escaped her. Adorable. He closed the door
and got back into the driver's seat, vaulting over the side of the
car. Throwing the transmission into first, he peeled out of the
parking lot. May's hands were grabbing her seat tightly, her knuckles
white.

"Relax... I haven't hit anything yet." Richard confidently pulled out
onto the highway, threw it into fifth and cruised toward Madison, the
only nearby town to still have a drive-in theater. "I thought we'd
catch an outside showing while the weather is still nice. But if you
don't like it, we'll find something else." She just nodded and looked
straight ahead.

Richard sighed. "I swear, I won't hit anything." He pulled into the
parking lot twenty minutes later. Though it was unseasonably warm, it
was far from balmy, and there were few visitors that night. Parking in
the back, he pulled up next to one of the speaker boxes and pulled it
over to place it in the middle of the dash so they could both hear
clearly.

"How about we sit in the backseat? Then we can huddle up a little. The
night will only get cooler."

May considered briefly before nodding her acquiescence. Richard
climbed back between the seats and then stretched out his hand to help
May. She took it since it was offered, but it was obviously
unnecessary. Shy though she was, she had the build and grace of an
athlete. Richard produced a blanket that he'd put in the car earlier
and soon they were sitting close, bundled up and waiting for the
opening credits, him on the left and her on the right. Richard's
slipped his hand behind her back to rest on her hip.

The movie began, a trite romantic comedy - once again starring Meg
Ryan. But Amy seemed interested enough and laughed at the little
funnies. Tipping his head sideways, Richard rested his on hers. Her
smell was good, the product of some herbal shampoo and a fruity body
wash.

Carefully, he let his fingers play around her waist, testing the
waters. She stiffened, but didn't stop him, so he guessed he was ok to
keep going. The fabric of her dress was soft and silky, nearly melting
away when he pressed against her. Running his fingers over her
stomach, he could feel her well-defined abs. She seemed tense, but
when he pulled back, her body would follow.

Getting braver, he laid his hand flat against her and slid it gently
up and down her side, stopping just short of the curve of her full
breast. Was she wearing falsies? Richard hoped to find out before the
night was over. So he let his hand continue, letting it fall back a
bit such that it just skirted the edge of her breast and almost high
enough to tickle her armpit.

A small sigh escaped her as his digital manipulations continued. He
thought he felt her press a bit closer to him. She twisted ever so
slightly toward the right, making her front more available to the hand
caressing her side. Taking it as a clear go-ahead, Richard let his
hand inch forward, slowly rubbing against the outside of her right
tit, but never fully committing to actually cupping it. Her eyes were
still fixed at the screen, but she seemed to be breathing heavier.

Richard was no stranger to the game of seduction, but even still, it
baffled him how easily the shy girl yielded. Not a struggle, not a
slap... nothing; just acceptance. He decided to go for broke.
Stretching, he palmed her breast, his large hand barely able to cover
it. If there were falsies, they were decidedly lifelike. There was a
sharp intake of breath, and May began to pull away. And then, as if
she changed her mind, she arched her back and pressed her boob back
into his hand. He felt her hard nipple poke his palm.

Well, that was about as clear of a signal as he was going to get. He
slowly kneaded her right breast while bringing his left hand to bear.
Or bare, as he was hoping for. He dropped it to her left thigh, now
almost embracing her. The green dress had already slipped up to a bit
above her knee, and he went straight for the naked flesh, sliding his
hand under the hem. As his fingers crawled down the inside of her
thigh, he felt goosebumps. He ran his fingers lightly over them, and
she shivered.

Her eyes were still locked to the screen, as if she was pretending
that there was nothing going on. Under Richard's skilled hands,
however, her body was trembling. He treated her gently, like a
skittish animal, ready to bolt. But slowly, like a tiger stalking his
pray, he advanced, his right hand becoming more forceful and his left
sliding up her thigh, taking her dress with it. The soft flesh was
warm and smooth, and he enjoyed every inch he traversed.

Finally, he reached her center, his fingertips hitting the edge of her
cotton panties. She trembled, but parted her legs just a little -
enough to allow him to palm her pussy through the thin material. His
fingertips encountered wetness, soaked through. She was ready.

He rubbed at her sweet spot while using his right hand to try to pull
her little jacket off. May leaned forwards and put her arms back to
make it slide off easily. The blanket had dropped down into her lap.
As the jacket fell, he moved behind her to keep her from sitting back
again. Reluctantly removing his left hand from her sopping crotch, he
grabbed the hem of her dress with both hands and pulled, indicating
she should lift her hips. Her face showed surprise, then indecision,
before settling on resolve and then she went along. Soon he had the
green dress up around her waist and his left hand back at her crotch.
He noted that she was wearing black panties.

She moaned and pressed her back against him. Richard was rock hard in
his pants and he hoped she could feel it. Ever moving forward, he let
his left hand explore, creeping under the top of her panties. He slid
it though the tight curls of her pubic hair before nestling his middle
finger between her vulva. Once in the cleft, he slipped his finger up
and down, soaking up slippery fluid, passing it alternately across her
clit and just barely into her sex. The right hand was back to its old
tricks, though this time it burrowed under her dress so he could
caress her full boob, her bra the last shred of resistance.

May's moans came more frequently. Her hips were gyrating on the seat,
and she thrust against his finger, driving it deeper into her. She was
nearing orgasm, and Richard wanted to get her there.

"The first one's free," he though with a silent laugh.

With all her squirming and wriggling, her dress kept sliding back down
around her waist, making it awkward for Richard's hand to work her
breast. Leaning forward, he whispered in her ear.

"Take your dress off."

She started to lift her hands, and then stopped, as if uncertain. They
were sitting up in the back seat, and with the top down, it would be
no secret what was going on. She would be exposed and in plain view if
anyone looked behind them.

Richard remembered her diving coach's tactics in the swimming hall.

"Take it off, I said!" His voice was still a whisper, but sharp and
undeniably commanding. To his surprise, the gambit worked and her
hands gripped the edged of the dress and pulled it up over her head.

"Throw it in the front seat," he commanded, and she did.

Richard looked around to see if anyone was watching. A couple of cars
were nearby, but they were all closer to the screen. The people seemed
to be watching the movie or otherwise occupied. He smiled, mostly to
himself, and put his hand on May's back, pushing her forward until he
could easily undo the clasp on her bra. He did, expertly. May jumped
when she felt the catch come loose, but didn't resist as he slid the
black straps down her arms. The cups followed, and soon she was bare
and exposed to anyone who might turn around and look in their
direction. She shivered as the cool night air streamed across her bare
flesh.

Reaching around, Richard pulled May back against his chest and cupped
her bare tit, stroking it softly and teasing the nipple with his
fingertips. With his left hand, he was still pumping a finger in and
out of the squirming teen. Her moans became more guttural and her
whole body quivered against him. He nuzzled his face into her neck,
nibbling the tender skin and teasing it with his tongue. In response,
she leaned her head back so it was resting on his shoulder. Her breath
was coming in short gasps.

Pumping furiously, Richard was sawing his finger in and out of her,
allowing his palm to skim across her clit with each push and pull. Her
gasps turned vocal before she stiffened against him. A final moan,
loud enough that he looked around to make sure no one noticed, escaped
her and then she shuddered, coming around his soaked digit. For a good
fifteen or twenty seconds it lasted before her tight body unwound and
she relaxed against him.

"Oh," she said simply, exhausted.

Richard was still slowly massaging her tits, now with both hands. Her
nipples were still like diamonds between his fingertips and each tweak
set her whole body shivering.

"Well, you've had your turn. I think it's time for mine," he said.

With a sudden motion, he turned her around before pushing her down to
a kneeling position on the floor behind the passenger seat and facing
him, one leg on either side of her. Slowly and deliberately, he
unbuttoned his fly and unzipped, staring her in the eyes all the
while. She met his gaze, but apprehensively. Though he couldn't get
his pants down very far the way he was sitting, it was enough to
release his cock. It was rock hard and pointing at the sky.

Her eyes widened as she took in the thick shaft with its purple head,
a small drop of slippery liquid clinging to its tip. She lifted a hand
to touch it when Richard grabbed her wrist and pulled it down to pin
it underneath his thigh. He quickly repeated with her other arm, the
result being that he'd trapped her arms and she was made to lean
slightly forward over his cock. She looked up at him.

"I'll let your arms go when I come," he said.

She appeared shocked.

"But, I've never... I can't..."

"Well, it'll be a long night then."

Locking his eyes to hers, he stared her down. It didn't take long. She
yielded, and the next thing he felt was the gentle touch of a soft
tongue sliding up the length of his member. The cold air tickled the
wet trail, and a shiver raced up his spine. The inexpert tonguing felt
good, but he wanted to feel the warmth of her mouth around his cock.
When it didn't seem she was going to make that step, he grabbed her
head with both hands and guided her. He positioned her and pressed
down, parting her lips with his cock. She pushed back, but he was too
strong. He didn't let up until the head bumped against the back of her
throat. Jerking back, she coughed as she drew in air.

Waiting only long enough for her to catch her breath, he forced her
back down onto his member. Slowly, but firmly, he pressed himself into
her, again stopping when he bottomed out to let her back up for air.
As they went on, her coughs came less often and she seemed better able
to control her breathing. He began to hold her longer, forcing her to
draw air in through her nostrils. They flared as she breathed. Still,
she learned. He'd love to make her deep throat him, but he didn't
think that would fly quite yet.

He became confident enough in her breathing that he stopped letting
her up. With his hands, he pumped her head up and down on his cock,
fucking her mouth. She moaned. He felt it reverberate through his
member, the sound coming from far back in her throat. The vibrations
only added to the sensation. A second, and then a third followed the
first moan before he felt her pull back against his hands, the muscles
in her neck tightening. He let her up briefly.

"Please," May said. "Let me touch myself!" Her eyes fixed on his,
bright and intense. "I promise I won't cheat! Just let me touch!"

He thought briefly.

"Ok. But the first thing you do is give me your panties!"

He lifted his thighs, releasing her arms. She immediately reached
down, pulled off her panties and handed them to him. Her hands slipped
down to between her legs as soon as he accepted. Balling the panties
up, he threw them as hard as he could out of the open car, for them to
land on the ground about ten feet in front of the hood.

"When we are all done, you have to go pick those up before putting on
anything else. Either that or place your arms back under my legs."

It didn't look like she considered for even a second. She left her
hands busily working between her thighs and leaned forward, parting
her full lips. Digging his hands into her hair, Richard pulled her
right back onto his cock. She tightened her lips around the slippery
rod and her moans began anew.

A short time later, Richard felt a tightening in his loins, and he
knew that the eruption was nearing the point of inevitability. He
wanted to come on her angelic face, but this position wasn't very
conducive to face painting. Considering briefly, he made a decision
and pulled her off his dripping cock. It was standing up proudly, and
he was convinced it had never been this hard in his life. May looked
at him in confusion, but her fingers kept working overtime in her
snatch.

"Just sit for a second."

Richard climbed to the front of the car and ran the passenger seat as
far forward as it would go. He ordered May to turn around and sit on
the floor in the back seat, her legs up on either side of the seat in
front of her. Positioned so, her head was resting on the edge of the
back seat and she could continue plunging her fingers into her sopping
pussy. Then he took off his pants and straddled her, facing backwards
and supporting himself on the back of the passenger seat. This way,
his cock was level with her face.

Aiming it with one hand, he pressed his member against her lips. She
kept them tight, making him force them open as he pushed against her.
Tight around his stiff cock, her soft, red lips parted reluctantly,
but once he had pressed the head past them, he just kept going until
he was pushing against the entrance to her throat. Her nostrils
flared. Just holding in place, he waited, watching her breathe around
it. Then he fucked her, using her mouth as if it were her pussy. Her
head was pinned between him and the seat and she could do nothing but
receive his cock. Any doubts about how she felt about it, however,
were dispelled by the guttural moans each time he bottomed out.

Her back began to arch as she was nearing her second crescendo of the
night. Richard's balls were boiling over. Just as she went over the
edge, he pulled back and skimmed his right hand over his shaft, aiming
the tip square at her face. A moan reverberated deep in his chest and
then he fired, shooting streams like a water cannon. Slippery, white
ribbons crisscrossed her girlish features. Some had pooled over her
left eye, several globs had fallen into her open mouth and one errant
stream had found its way into her bangs. She swallowed once and then
just lay there, breathing.

Similarly, Richard held his position, his ragged breath slowly
returning to normal. His deflating cock was still pointing straight at
her lips, a pearly white drop of semen clinging to the tip. Her eyes
were closed and her mouth half open. Clear and white tendrils of
wetness clung to her skin as they trickled down her neck or lazily
fell from her chin to her breasts. With his hand, Richard squeezed out
a last dribble of come between the parted lips. She was startled when
it struck, but closed her mouth and swallowed without opening her
eyes.

He looked closely at her face as she lay there, studying it carefully.
She wasn't beautiful in a classical sense, but certainly not
unattractive. Her lips were soft and painted a light color of red. She
had high cheekbones and features that were caught somewhere between
girl and woman. Brown hair framed her face, cut straight and hanging
to the middle of her neck. He would make her grow it long so he could
easily have her put it up or tie it back. At this length, it had a
tendency to fall forwards and cover her face, though now it splayed
out on the backseat like a halo. She would be his little angel.

"Well," he said. "I believe we had a deal."

Her eyes fluttered open and she looked confused. She didn't seem to
want to contradict him and stayed quiet.

"I'd like you to fetch your panties for me now."

The deal she had made came back to her with a rush and her eyes
widened. Her mouth opened as if to say something. Was she afraid? He
didn't know, but was almost surprised when she sat up without a word
and looked around before reaching for the door.

"Yes," she said softly.

"And walk slowly."

"Yes."

Her whole frame shuddered, but she grabbed the latch and pulled, the
door opening with a click. She waited, expecting to be noticed, but
when the only sound was the movie still playing on the screen, she
pushed the door open. Well-oiled, it didn't make a sound. With the
grace of an athlete, she stepped out of the car and straightened. Her
shoes, black with medium heels and the only dress articles left on her
body, crunched on the gravel. Her nipples, hard as the pebbles she was
standing on, pointed the way and she began the walk toward the front
of the car.

Richard savored the sway of her bare ass as she walked. He'd have to
get her used to higher heels. One of his favorite things were long
firm calves over a pair of leather pumps. His cock was growing again
and he stroked it absentmindedly with his right hand to help it along.

May reached the front of the car and turned, heading straight for the
little black ball of fabric on the ground. Because of where the
panties landed, once she reached them she was exposed on all sides.
She kneeled to pick them up.

"Without bending your knees," commanded Richard, his voice barely
carrying to her over the din of the movie, which had gone into some
moderately comic chase scene across Manhattan.

She stiffened. Was it too much? He really didn't know where the lines
were drawn in this game. Was he trying to take over too fast? She
straightened, standing back up. Richard held his breath. And then she
bent over, legs straight as pylons. It was hard to make out details
because of the dark, but he imagined he could just spot the fuzz
between her legs.

May was fully bent over and picking up the panties when Richard issued
her next command.

"Stop!" She froze. "Part your legs!"

There was a pause and then she obeyed. Once again, Richard feared
crossing lines that would ruin this for him, but he said it anyway.

"Let me see you play with yourself."

He waited anxiously for her reaction. She wasn't going to do it. He
knew it. This was where she came stomping back to the car, slapped
him, got dressed and then told him to drive her home - or,
unbelievably enough, started to play with herself.

His eyes went huge as he saw her slender fingers slip in between her
vulva. They swirled slowly before dancing over her clit, for so to be
buried deep in her pussy. Vaguely, he thought he heard her moan. Not
only had she obeyed, but it seemed to turn her on. Richard couldn't
believe it. His partially flaccid member was now a steel rod in his
hand. He had to have her.

A few minutes more he lasted before ordering her, with a hiss, to
return to the car. Almost reluctantly, she straightened, turned and
came towards him. As she came closer, he saw her face and chest were
flushed a deep red. Her eyes were alert and her face glowed.

Stepping into the backseat with a hint of defiance in her step, she
dropped the panties between them. She sat down in her old spot and,
keeping her legs spread, eased her hand back down between her thighs.

"Lift your legs up on the seat in front of you," he ordered.

Complying, she hooked her heels on either side of the headrest of the
passenger seat. He slipped down underneath them so he was kneeling,
his ass on his heels and his face by her pussy. He watched her finger
slide deeply into her snatch before returning, glistening with
moisture. She pulled herself open so he could see the entrance and her
nub peeking out from under its hood. Looking up at her, his eyes met
hers. Intently, she was watching him with a nervous look on her face.

Richard leaned in to kiss her gently. Removing her fingers, she
allowed him access. Her goosebump-covered bosom rose and lowere
quickly as she breathed in shallow gasps. His lips touched and she
startled. The first kiss was soft and followed by a broad swipe of his
tongue that started at her entrance, and then parted her vulva like a
plow before flicking her clit as it disengaged. May moaned loudly.

Three times he repeated before raising himself up on his knees.
Grabbing her ankles in his hands, he pressed them forwards until May
was doubled over, her shins against the back of the backseat and her
toes pointing straight up. His blood-engorged cock was pointing
straight at her sex. She stiffened as she realized what was coming.

The soft head touched the wet folds of her pussy, and aimed for her
center as he adjusted his hips. Flexing, he pushed into her, slowly
embedding himself until the fronts of his thighs were flush with the
backs of hers. All the breath came out of her as he bottomed out, like
she had been holding it.

Pulling back, he was almost outside her when he plunged back in. She
deflated again. As he quickened his pace, so did her breathing and
soon the sound of flesh slapping against flesh was clearly audible
despite the loud movie.

May suddenly stiffened.

"Richard! You can't come in me!" She looked panicked, having just
remembered something important. "I'm not on the pill!"

"I'll do as I please," he answered without breaking his rhythm.

May's eyes widened, but if anything, she was pushing harder against
him. Afraid she might have been, but she seemed unable to control
herself. Her nipples were crinkled up and sticking out as proudly as
they ever had, and a light sheen of sweat covered her body. A moan
escaped her each time his large cock lodged itself in her sex.

There was no way Richard was going to let himself knock her up, but he
was becoming more sure for each new thing that he did that what she
needed was someone to be in control. The more he asserted himself and
the less choice she seemed to have, the more turned on she was
becoming. The fear in her eyes had already been replaced by a glazed
look at nothing as she just soaked up sensations.

When he felt his own body begin to tense up, so was hers. Her stomach
muscles tightened and her back arched, as much as it could in her
position. Still pointing at the sky, her toes curled. He watched as
she contorted beneath him, twisted and turned as her orgasm coursed
through her body. So entranced was he that he almost forgot that his
own release was imminent.

"Oh shit," he exclaimed and pulled himself out.

No sooner was the head out before it went off like a cannon. The first
shot blasted across May's still shivering body to splatter between her
pert breasts. The subsequent spurts were of much lesser volume and
intensity, leaving a puddle near her belly button and a dribble
matting her pubic hair.

He'd almost lost control. Richard shuddered. Next time, he'd have to
be more careful. May didn't even seem to notice. She was prone and
breathing heavily. Calming down, Richard enjoyed the view of her sexed
body as she recovered.

Suddenly, the whole parking lot was bathed in bright light. Without
them noticing, the movie had ended and the lights had been turned on
to allow people to pull out. He dropped down into the backseat, and
grabbed May's wrist to pull her down as well. She let out a shriek as
her eyes popped open before she huddled down next to him. Luckily,
since they were in the far back, no one had seemed to notice them.

When he was sure no one was looking in their direction, Richard
ushered May into the front seat and followed quickly. She had picked
up her dress and was about to start pulling it on when he had an idea.

"Put it down," he ordered.

She looked at him with questions in her eyes.

"Ease the seat backwards and then hide in front of it until I get us
out of here."

He was still wearing his shirt, so he sat up in the driver's seat,
trusting that no one would notice that he was bare from the waist
down. While May huddled on the floor, still completely naked, he
waited until he could pull out behind the last car. A few minutes
later, they were on the highway heading home, the convertible purring
in fifth gear.

"Ok, you can come out now."

Crawling out she turned and sat in the seat, looking around nervously.
There weren't a many cars on the highway just then, however, so
instead she looked to him. He pointed to his slowly recovering cock.

"Suck it." He looked at her. "If you don't get me off by the time
we're back at your house, then you won't get your clothes back until
tomorrow at school."

He supposed it might be pushing it to expect a third release in so
short time, but it would at least give her incentive. She was still
looking at him incredulously.

"Well? Time's a-wasting!"

No more consideration was necessary. Hurriedly, she leaned over and
took him in his mouth, while trying to keep away from the shifter. She
was inexperienced and tried only to mirror what they had done earlier,
when he had forced her, but she more than made up for it with her
enthusiasm.

He supposed he'd return her clothes either way, but she seemed to
believe him. And her ministrations were working. It wasn't long before
he began to feel the familiar buildup, despite the previous orgasms.
Trying to hold back, he was glad she didn't see his grimaces, and as
such unable to see how crazy she drove him. With some practice, she
would become an excellent cocksucker. By now he was convinced she'd
stick around, and that it was just a matter of tightening his snare to
make her his.

Just as he was pulling off at her exit, he lost control and fired into
her mouth. There couldn't have been much volume, but she swallowed
what he had to give. It took all his concentration to keep the Porsche
on the road.



May was straightening her dress as they pulled up in front of her
driveway. Richard had taken her panties and held them in his hand.

"I'm taking these as a memory. But this is the last time I want to be
able to take a pair from you."

She looked at him in confusion.

"What I mean is, I'd like to keep seeing you. But I like you much
better without panties on."

He grinned a predatory grin.

"So if you want to continue going out, come to school tomorrow without
any on. Show me at some point during the school day."

Her eyes went wide.

"Anyway, I want to thank you for a magnificent night, and I hope we'll
see another movie together again soon. I really like you."

He smiled at her, friendly this time and she responded with a slow
nod. She didn't say anything, which he was unsure how to interpret.

"I'm sure your parents are expecting you. You should get going."

May nodded and started to get out of the car.

"Wait!"

She stopped. Reaching out, he pulled her face to his and kissed her on
the lips. Though stiff at first, she quickly responded and Richard
became sure that he would find her panty-less the following day. He
hoped so anyway.

When they finally broke, she was flushed and breathing heavily.
Opening the door, she got out of the car and without a word started
walking up her driveway toward the entrance of her house. He watched
her ass until she let herself in and closed the door behind her. Then
he peeled away from the curb and headed home, exhausted but thoroughly
looking forward to the weeks to come.

He felt happy and excited for the first time in a long time.

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