Accidental Lecher

I actually began to put my hands up to get her to stop, but by that time I was pissed! Bastard? What the hell was all that about? I was still sitting next to the laptop in shock as Laura removed her sweatshirt and threw it on the floor at my feet. Snorting at me once again, she unbuttoned her jeans, dropped them around her feet, and kicked them at me. Now I was looking at the real thing, not an image on my monitor, standing before me in nothing but bra and panties and obviously pissed as hell! My immediate reaction was two-fold; my tongue became tangled in my teeth, making me speechless, and my cock suddenly decided to become absolutely rampant!

Once again, she stared at my crotch, her face twisted in disgust. "My mama was absolutely right," she continued. "Menare pigs!"

As she finished saying that, she reached behind her back to grasp her bra strap but hesitated for a moment or two. Then, apparently making up her mind, she said "Well, you've already seen more of me than my family has, Pervert!"

Unsnapping her bra, she flung it at me too, hitting me across my knees. I barely noticed however, as my attention was riveted to her beautiful tits! In her excitement, her breathing had gotten deeper and faster and was making them quiver right in front of my face! Her nipples resembled little pink bullets, and the surrounding areoles were tightly crinkled in emotion, probably anger. No matter, I was still speechless...

Standing in front of me, hands on her hips, Laura again snorted at me in disgust and, hooking her fingers into the top of her white granny panties, she yanked them down, dropping them around her ankles. She kicked them at me, kicked off her loafers and assumed a martyr's posture, completely naked, hands at her sides and face looking upward towards--who knows what. I was pissed, really pissed by then! On the other hand, I was confronted with an entirely naked, sumptuous, hunk of extremely sexy "girl next door," who apparently was prepared for "the very worst!" from her point of view.

I just looked at her for a while, until she finally cracked, dropping her gaze to meet mine, and exclaiming in anger, "Damn! Now you expect me to act like a common harlot, pleasuring you! Mama told me that men would expect that kind of submission! I'll do it, but don't even think that I enjoy it! Just make sure that those videos are never viewed by Mama!"

"Harlot?" I thought. Who the hell still talks like that? Once she finished her rant, she dropped to her knees in front of me and began unbuttoning my pants. Pulling them off and returning to my boxers, she reached into the fly and liberated Mr. Boner, apparently much to her surprise. Springing into the daylight, it bounced in front of her, while she stared at it in confusion.

Confusion? Based on her behavior on film and over the past few minutes, Laura shouldn't have been confused by the sight of a cock, but she reached for my very stiff member with the caution usually reserved for approaching a cobra. Watching me extra carefully, she grasped my erection, carefully fondling it, squeezing it gently and, eventually, sliding her hand up and down along the shaft.

"Mama said that a man's brains were always ruled by his penis," she griped.

On that note, Laura slowly lowered her head, and breathed her soft, warm breath across the head of my cock. Watching her face just inches from the head began to stir stronger feelings within my psyche, and I brought my hands to her head, and guided her face to it, waiting for her mouth to open and taste me.

Slowly, hesitantly, her lips parted and allowed my cock to enter. Feeling her tongue tentatively running up and down the shaft, I got the feeling that she was a complete novice at this, and I began to worry about the introduction of teeth, given her shitty mood as she "submitted" to me. Sure enough, I soon felt her incisors scraping across the top of my cock, and I had to grab her hair and growl "No teeth!"

My gruffness was not due to anger; it was due to fear! But, of course, our little dramatist thought the worst of my attitude, and announced: "My mama told me men were brutes, never satisfied."

Having expressed her disdain, she settled in to giving me a fairly respectable blow job. This was not where I expected to be when I started this whole thing, but watching my cock sliding in and out of this lovely creature's mouth took all of the boy scout out of me for the moment. She was totally naked, all soft and curvy and, while I had no idea where her mind was, I began to sense that she was getting into the scene, prodding me to take advantage of her peculiar situation. Or was it her mama?

While I enjoyed the attention being given my cock, I had to note that this was the longest period that she'd kept her mouth shut since her arrival. However, the sight of her bare back and shoulders, moving to and fro as her mouth massaged my erection, was giving me more adventuresome ideas. I thought back to the videos that I'd been watching just moments before and, given the position that Laura was in at that moment, I figured that I could parlay this into something even more pleasurable. From Boy Scout to lecher, just because of attitude; who'da thought?

Her hands were placed on my thighs, and it looked as though she was getting into the moment, because, as I lifted her off my cock, I saw a little frown appear between her eyes, and her lips came off the head with a little "pop!" She sat back on her heels, and I noticed she'd developed a nice pink blush across the top of her breasts up to her face. Her eyes appeared to be a little glazed as well, which could have been due to the embarrassment of her situation, but I'd had enough experience to doubt that. Getting to my feet, I pulled her up with me, determined to give my inner Boy Scout one final try.

As soon as she reached her feet however, she found her voice once more. "Just couldn't wait to get your filthy hands on me, could you?" Continuing without allowing me to get in a word edgewise, "Mama told me if I wasn't careful some pervert would take advantage of me and ravish my body."

Again I wondered who the fuck still talks like that. Ravish? I suddenly had a vision of a Viking warrior kicking in some bedroom door, axe in hand and... Well, you get the idea. I don't know what the hell she read in her spare time, but she definitely needed to update her material.

Sticking her hands out at me, she went on. "Go ahead; tie me up; have your way with me if you must, but you'll never own me."

Standing there naked, with her hands extended towards me, eyes shut, looking like Joan of Arc at the stake, I marveled at her simple beauty. Her tits were slightly compressed between her arms, but perfectly symmetrical, her nipples turgid with emotion. Beneath her arms I noted the tight, flat belly of an athlete, although I hadn't seen any evidence in her student file that would identify any sport activities. I just hoped that it wasn't something like Karate, or Tae Kwon Do. Lowering my gaze a bit farther, I saw the identifying patch of brunette pubic hair that I used to distinguish her torso from those of her roommates.

As much as I wanted to tie her up, just to shut her up, I had nothing handy with which to do it. Instead I walked around to her back and sized her up from that angle. Dimples! Damn, now that's sexy! I'd seen asses before, lots of them, but very few with dimples over them. I just had to reach out and touch their cuteness but, when I did, she flinched! I mean really flinched.

Spinning around to face me she began, "Mama told me..."

Before she could continue I clapped my hand over her mouth. Self defense, I thought. If I had to hear her tell me what her mama told her once more, I'd, I'd—bitch slap her on the ass. Hard!

I had been called bastard, pervert, animal and a whole lot more, and I was finally super-pissed! Pushing her back towards the couch, as soon as I saw her legs bump against the edge, I put my hand on her chest and suddenly pushed her backwards, causing her to sit abruptly on the cushions. Surprised, she landed with legs spread, arms thrown out to brace her fall. Taking advantage of this rare moment of silence, I dropped to my knees between her legs and, spread them wider and thrust my face into her inviting pussy! She was wet! Really wet! I was about to show her what the man her mama warned her about was really capable of. As I sensed her mouth opening once again, I pressed my lips against her crotch, dragging my tongue from the entrance of her little asshole, up through her pussy lips, finishing with a quick flick across her clitoris!

She had begun one of her "Mama said" tirades, but lost her train of thought once my tongue had taken control of her "central processing unit," and I planned to take it to "lift off," both mine and hers. Now, I don't know if she'd ever had a mouth on her pussy before, but I was willing to bet that she'd never had one as intensely or as scientifically precise as I was planning on doing with mine. My cock was in terminal "Rocky" mode, so it just made sense that I sacrifice her to the little lusty guy for all the irritation that she'd caused me that evening. Finishing that thought, I settled in for a feast that I'd written off just hours ago. She was delicious! Grasping her thighs with my arms I held her as steadily as I could while my mouth explored her vaginal delights. Thrashing about wildly, she only succeeded in increasing the friction of my lips and tongue against her pussy.

Her exclamations of "Oh's," and "Ah's" were music to my ears, as I hung on to her legs with all my strength. If I thought this was tough, her orgasm hit me like a mechanical bull ride, her hips coming up off the couch in a deep spasm, and her hands gripping the hair on each side of my head, trying to pull me into her body. As it turned out, I didn't die of asphyxiation, although it had to be a pretty close call. I don't know how long Laura had been saving that climax, but I hoped the rest of my plans for the evening weren't quite that intense. Right then, though, I was relieved to see that she appeared to be completely exhausted, sprawled out on the sofa pillows. Her apparent helplessness at the moment gave me my next carnal idea.

Now, I'll have to admit that I'm an ass man. No, not necessarily the cornholing type, although the thought slips through my mind from time to time, especially when I'm feeling really adventurous. It's just that the sight of a perfectly formed, heart-shaped ass is a real turn-on for me, especially when it comes with those cute dimples over the cheeks. But I'll also have to admit, looking at her lying on her back on the couch, naked, her beautiful tits on display, I just knew that I had to give some special attention to those little puppies. Sliding up her body, I reached out and took one breast in each hand, squeezing them gently with my fingers. Her nipples were already tight little bullets, so pinching them between thumb and forefingers were sufficient to bring her back to life.

As she raised her head from the pillows, I latched on to her right nipple with my lips, sucking and licking it as energetically as I could. I continued to massage her left tit with my right hand, tweaking her nipple until she began twitching and growling. Happily, she had an extremely high level of sensitivity there and, aside from her hands being full of my hair and pulling me into her chest, I was enjoying this almost as much as she was. Only one distraction kept this from being a "perfect storm." My balls were crashing against the gate for relief, My god, I needed release, and I needed it immediately!

Since I hadn't really prepared for this particular event, I didn't have a condom handy, but I felt sure that I could withdraw before impact and moved up further onto her body. Seconds later, we were face to face and, as she opened her mouth to say something about her mama, I planted my lips directly onto hers, pushing my tongue past her teeth to stop the words before they were uttered. After a second or two of fighting my oral penetration, she began fencing with her tongue and mine, and moaning into my mouth. My position on her body, of course, had the added advantage of lining up my very anxious cock with her pussy, and I was about to make the plunge.

As soon as she felt me at her entrance, she blurted out, "My mama knew this would happen one day. That's why she put me on the pill."

Thankfully, I hadn't had an opportunity to gag her this time, for now I felt the brakes of my libido being released. Covering her mouth once again with mine, I began a slow, firm steady thrust into her body.

"Ouch!" she cried into my mouth.

I thrust again, and this time her response was another cry of pain. Damn! she was tight.

Then I felt an epiphany, and I thought it was about time. After all, Iam an analyst, right? I figured if I could change the angle of entry by pulling her over onto her hands and knees and mounting her from behind, I'd have better leverage and a damn fine view of her lovely ass when I finally got to fuck her. The only thing I'd have difficulty with would be keeping her mouth shut, it appeared.

As I was moving her into position, she suddenly blurted out, "Mama told me never to let a man put me in this positi..."

"Smack!" I let her have one right on the ass cheek.

"Ow!" Laura yelped.

As she started to say something else, I smacked her on the ass again, this time with a bit more force.

"Ok, ok! I give up. Just don't hurt me."

Hurting her wasn't what I had in mind, but I wanted to keep my thoughts focused on our sexual pleasure right then, and not be distracted by what her mama told her. I was really beginning to dislike her old lady.

Kneeling behind her, I took hold of her hip with one hand and, with the other, began to rub my cock up and down her pussy lips which, I was pleased to note, were still dripping wet from our previous exercise. Finally, I could take no more, and I drove my cock into her with one jerk of my hips. She was still really tight, so her yelp as I finally bottomed out in her was not entirely unexpected. Holding still for a few seconds for each of us to get accustomed to the unusual—from my standpoint anyway—snugness of the situation, I took my cue from her when she very carefully began to slowly move her pussy back and forth on my cock.

Sensing that she was getting more comfortable with the situation, I began matching her, stroke for stroke and for once, she was keeping her mouth shut. Leaning over her back, on my in-strokes I brushed my hands a little roughly across her tits, remembering how sensitive her nipples seemed to be. I wanted her to remember this night with some fondness, despite the peculiar circumstances surrounding it. Beads of sweat were beginning to form on her back, and I was way beyond ready to explode into her body. Finally, I gave her an opportunity to ride my wave, as my balls pounded streams of cum into her womb, my hips banging into that magnificent ass on every stroke.

After slowly coming down off that high I rested, leaning on her back, for a few moments. Because of the strong friction I experienced in our lovemaking, I was still fairly rigid. Yeah, I know, surprised me as well. My next surprise was a bit more physical, noting that she was still stroking my cock with her cunt, slowly moving back and forth, still trying to bring herself to her own orgasm.

What the hell, I thought. If I can keep the little guy up, let's see if I can go the distance. My position, lying across her back with my dick still embedded in her cunt, certainly helped fuel my endurance. As she continued her movements, I felt my cock stepping up to another round of "rock the nerd!" I have to tell you, the sight of her luscious ass cheeks was giving me more ammunition to arm the little devil with but, quite frankly, he was getting a little sore. Nonetheless, I rose to the occasion, so to speak, and joined the process in progress, stroking in and out of her once more with this wonderful view displayed before me.

It wasn't too long before I began hearing little whimpering sounds coming from beneath her, and I hoped that it meant she was getting close to orgasm. I also noted she'd added a little something to our engagement, as one of her fingers had crept down to her clitoris and, in so doing, was rubbing against my cock as it slipped in and out of her. For some reason, I found that particularly erotic just then, as I soon found myself sliding up the scale towards my own explosion.

Now, I have never been accused of being terribly clever in human affairs, although I excel in electronic technology, but this lack of cleverness nearly cost me dearly. I should've figured out the immense strength of Laura's capacity for orgasm from my "near death" experience when I went down on her. But no, I had to up the ante by trying to get her to pop about the same time as me. What I hadn't factored in was the fact that I still had a precious part of myself firmly embedded in her body. Joining her finger with mine at her clitoris, I lubricated my forefinger with her juices, brought it back around to her little butthole and inserted the tip. Now, THAT was fuckin' clever. NOT!

The resulting explosion was enormous! Ambushing me right at my moment of climax, she suddenly straightened her legs, clamping them together and plopping both of us flat on the couch, my front to her back, and anchoring my cock in her pussy in a virtual death grip. Her deep grunts as she convulsed under me onlyseemed to match mine, as my balls tried helplessly to find space in which to ejaculate my now frightened cache of sperm.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, she began to relax her legs and butt and, with a faint "pop," I was able to extract a very chastened cock from her cunt. Laura's breathing had settled down to near normal as I got up from the couch and plopped into a chair, naked from the waist down and trying to catch my own breath.

I watched her roll onto her side, prop herself up, stare at my inflamed, semi-hard cock, and say "My god, don't you ever get enough? I suppose now you want me get you off again. Well, I'm a little sore right now, so you'll have to settle for this..."

As she finished speaking, she got up from the couch and knelt between my legs. Reaching out to my cock, she gently grasped it and brought her lips down to engulf it, much more softly and warmly than her previous effort had been. Her mouth actually felt therapeutic so, instead of shrinking away in pain, I allowed her to continue, even though I disagreed with her assessment of our current relationship. Despite my misgivings, my cock began to slowly, very slowly, come back to full strength. Almost reverently, Laura licked all the evidence of our impassioned tryst of moments ago off the shaft and started caressing the very sensitive head with her tongue.

She still looked at my cock as though she were seeing one for the first time, which puzzled me a bit. Her ministrations to it, however, were becoming first class. No teeth, lot'sa tongue and lips, and she had finally found my balls, my now frightened balls. Ever so gently, she rolled them through her hands, curiosity showing on her face. Finally, the one thing happened that I thought impossible at this time—my cock had come to full attention once again.

Taking my little soldier into her mouth once more, she began bobbing her head up and down, while fondling my balls with her hands. It was not as painful as I'd thought it would be, but I still remained on guard. As she pressed on, I began to feel the tingling that signaled that I would be reaching yet another wrenching climax. Wrenching? Yeah, by that time, I felt I had to be shooting puffs of dust! This woman had nearly pulled me inside out, blaming me as the perennially lusty pervert of all time. Surprisingly, my balls had managed to muster up enough sperm to send a token load past her lips, and my guest took it all, again looking confused as she swirled it around in her mouth. Finally, she swallowed, and sat back on her heels.