Big Book of Smut 2

Taboo: Mommy Knows Best

Mrs. Baker had two adopted sons, Thomas and Michael. Unfortunately she had no husband. If she had, things might have turned out different, but as it stood, Thomas and Michael were the only men in her life. Young men, that is.

Born just one year apart, Thomas was the older boy at nineteen. He had dark hair and a slender yet definitive build. He was cut, as Mrs. Baker liked to think when she watched him get out of the pool in the backyard and observed the tiny drops of water dripping from his jagged chin. Smart and sexy, Thomas had it all: the looks, the charm, and the body, to get any girl he wanted-but he was his mother's son.

Michael was the complete opposite of his adopted brother. A bit on the pudgy side, not too bright, and a bit defiant-yet he had already managed to have at least one girlfriend by the time he had turned eighteen. A sultry slut named Cindy who had stolen Mrs. Baker's boy away from her for a summer. She broke his heart and left it lying in a puddle of tears on his pillow. Mother had consoled him as best she could, but in the end it wasn't enough, and she had sought out comfort in Thomas.

"Shh, it's okay," he would say late at night when they were both huddled together under the covers. "He'll come around."

Mrs. Baker wanted to believe her boy, but she just didn't see how Michael could ever love her like Thomas did. She wanted him too, of course. She wanted him to caress her hair the way Tommy did, brush his lips against hers, feel him pressed up against her while she wrapped her legs around him tight. It was impossible, though. Michael had a mind of his own, and nothing she could say would ever change it.

"I'll have a talk with him," Thomas would say.

And he did. Over and over again. It didn't work.

Then one day Michael brought home another girl named Chloe. She was as pale as Casper and wore black eye shadow to match her black clothes that hung off her like seaweed. As much as she hated her then, though, Mrs. Baker had to credit Chloe with doing what she never could have done on her own: make Michael love her.

It was on a Saturday afternoon. Chloe was over and the two were in Michael's bedroom with the door shut. Mrs. Baker, being the consummate snoop that she was, stood at the door listening to their conversation. They were talking about sex, and all the different things they had done. Of course, most of what Michael was saying was made up, as he had only been with one other girl, and Mrs. Baker doubted he had done half the things he was claiming. There was no way he had sixty-nined that little Cindy bitch, or fucked her ass and blew his load all over her face. Even if he had, Mrs. Baker was sure it was no good. That little tramp was just a young, inexperienced harlot. How could Michael know what it really meant to feel good?

"What about you?" he had asked Chloe.

Mrs. Baker listened as she told him tall tales of blowjobs and getting her pussy eaten by two guys at once. She was appalled by her words, but the way she described the things she was saying made Mrs. Baker think she just might be telling the truth. That's not all they made her, either.

Standing outside the door, listening to her son and girlfriend talk about sex, made her feel warm. Chloe definitely had a mouth on her, and as Mrs. Baker listened to her describe the way she gave oral, it made her think about Michael and how good her son would feel between her lips.

She reached down and traced the top of her yoga pants with her fingers. Her entire body tingled as Chloe talked about swirling her tongue around the head of some boys cock before sliding her lips down the shaft. Mrs. Baker reached into her pants and felt her swollen pussy lips dance with excitement. When she parted them, she slid one of them into her with ease, as she was already sopping wet from listening to her son's conversation with his girlfriend. As it entered her, she caught her breath and continued to listen to Chloe talk about sucking on balls and deepthroating while she slowly moved it in and out of her hole, squirming against her hand at the same time.

"There's nothing like the feel of a hard dick in my mouth," Chloe said.

Mrs. Baker had to agree with her on that point.

Then she felt someone behind her and she jumped. It was Thomas. He cupped his hand around her mouth so she wouldn't make a sound, and when her eyes found his, she knew he had been listening along with her and was just as riled up as she was.

Her son's hand slid up her top and he ran a thumb across her hard nipple. She gasped in silence, parting her thin lips and closing her eyes. They pressed together and she could feel the bulge in Thomas's track pants grow bigger and bigger as Chloe droned on in the background. Her son lifted her shirt and breasts as big as cantaloupes spilled out into the cool air. He bent and took one in his mouth while she reached down to massage him. Thomas sucked on it as hard as he could, something she adored.

Not wanting to be found out, but wanting her son just the same, Mrs. Baker lowered herself to her knees after just a few more moments. Thomas placed a hand on the wall for balance as she pulled his cock free from the confines of its cotton prison. It dangled like a carrot before her and she quickly placed it between her lips, just as Chloe had described, sliding them up and down the shaft.

Thomas stared down at his mother sucking on his cock. He ran his hands through her auburn hair and relished the way her big green eyes stared up at him as she worked her mouth over him. She paid close attention to his fat head, sucking on it almost as hard as he had sucked on her tits. After a moment he cupped one hand on the back of head and thrust his hips forward, making sure his mother took all of him in. When he felt her nose press up against him, he trembled, and released his grip on Mrs. Baker's head.

She gagged, just a little, and pulled away. It felt so good to have at least one son in her mouth. Tommy was a good boy, that's for sure. Mrs. Baker stuck out her tongue and slapped his cock against it, then against her cheek. She loved his dick so much, and the way he used it. She wanted him to fuck her right there in the hallway outside Michael's door, but she knew him and Chloe would hear them. Instead, she went to work some more on Tommy's cock, sucking, licking, and deepthroating him more and more until his body convulsed and she felt the warmth of his seed spill down the back of her throat. It dripped into her stomach like honey and she gulped as much of it back as she could.

When they were done, Mrs. Baker stayed behind to listen to the rest of Chloe and her son Michael's conversation.

It had moved on to them talking about their favorite positions, and she couldn't believe that they weren't both naked by now. How could they not be completely turned on by what they were talking about? She would have had her son on his back by then, straddling his dick and riding him like a pony.

She smiled at the thought while thinking about Thomas's cock once again. Her thoughts were interrupted, though, by the sound of a belt buckle being undone.

There it was.

Chloe was finally going to let Michael into her pants. Mrs. Baker's thoughts went from pleasure to anger as she thought about her son going down on someone that wasn't her. It wasn't going to happen, not in her house. She waited a few more moments, and when she heard Chloe start to moan she burst though the bedroom door.

"What is going on in hear?" she screamed.

She saw the pale girl on her back, legs spread, shaved pussy exposed, while Michael looked at her in shock. His chin was already slick with her juices.

"Mom!"

"Jesus Christ," Chloe jumped and pulled her pants back up. She almost toppled over trying to gather her things. "What the fuck?"

"Get out of my house you little bitch," Mrs. Baker yelled. "Get out and don't come back."

The look in Chloe's eyes told her that she had gotten her point across well, instilling fear into her heart just like she wanted. She observed as the pale slut ran from the room and listened as her footsteps clomped down the stairs. When the front door slammed shut, she turned back to her son, who was sitting dejected on the bed.

"Why, Mom?"

Mrs. Baker went and sat next to him, putting an arm around his shoulder and holding him close.

"Shh, it's okay. She's gone. Now it's just you and me again."

"I don't want it to be just you and me though, Mom."

Mrs. Baker pulled away from her son. "How can you say that? It's always just been you and me, and your brother. What more do we need? What more do you need?"

"I don't know," Michael sniffed. "I just need someone like me, someone who understands."

"Is that it?" Mrs. Baker asked, her face a portrait of surprise. "You don't think I understand?"

Michael shook his head as Thomas came and stood in the doorway. "Everything okay?" he asked.

Mrs. Baker nodded. "You're bother was just telling me that he doesn't think I understand him."

"How can she not understand you, Mikey, she's your mother? Of course she understands you."

Michael shook his head again. "No she doesn't. All she wants is what's on the outside. She doesn't care about what I'm thinking or feeling, she just wants what's good for her."

Mrs. Baker, reeling from her son's words, stood and looked down at Michael, "That's not true. Ask your brother. All I ever wanted from you boys was what's on the inside. I want to know you both, inside and out. From having one comes the other, don't you see that?"

"It's true," said Thomas, stepping past the threshold and into the bedroom. "Mom loves me with all her heart. We talk for hours about life, and our feelings, and you."

"Me?"

"Yeah, you. She loves you so much, Mikey. Mom just wants to be a part of your life in the most intimate way possible. From that comes understanding. She knows me better than I know myself, and that's the reason why."

Michael, still not sure if he should trust the both of then, looked up at his mother as a tear spilled down his cheek. "Is that true?"

"Oh, honey." Mrs. Baker crouched down in front of him and held her son in her arms. "Of course it's true. I just want to know you like I know your brother, that's all. Won't you let me in?"

They rocked back and forth for a while as Thomas looked on, smiling. Michael was crumbling, and when he saw his brother's hands slide up his mother's back, he knew he had finally caved.

"Okay," he mumbled in the crook of her neck.

Mrs. Baker pulled back and cupped her son's face in her hands. "You mean it?"

Michael nodded.

His mother leaned in and softly brushed her lips against his, just like she had always imagined. Michael tensed up at first, but quickly relaxed as their lips pressed harder together. There was no doubt that he was still horny from going down on Chloe, and Mrs. Baker knew she could capitalize on that.

Thomas came up behind her and massaged her shoulders while his mother and brother kissed. When they were finished, she stood up and allowed him to remove her top. Like in the hallway, her breasts spilled out again, this time for Michael to see.

He admired their size, as well as their smoothness. Her leaned in close and saw traces of green veins running through them under the skin. Her brown nipples were already as hard as stone, and he took one of them in his mouth for the very first time while cupping it in his hand.

"Mmm," moaned his mother. "That's nice."

Behind her, Thomas bent down and lowered her yoga pants to her ankles so she could step out of them. When she did, Michael looked down to see her pussy waiting for him.

It wasn't shaved like Chloe's but it was close. There was a thin trail of pubic hair leading down to just above the lips, but everything else below that was clean. His mother's clit poked out, inviting him to suck on it. When Michael leaned in, he slowly ran his tongue over his mother's pussy while his brother squeezed her tits from behind. She leaned back into him and moaned once again as Michael slid his tongue up and down her slit, tasting her wetness.

It was finally happening, what she had always dreamed of. Her youngest son allowing her to be the mother she had always wanted to be with him. One who cared, wholeheartedly, about his entire being, and was willing to do anything to comfort him. Now he was there, between her legs making her feel like the perfect woman, tasting how much she loved him. She felt his tongue slide into her hole while Thomas pinched her nipples between thumb and forefinger. Michael wiggled around inside of her, sending tiny tremors of passion pulsating through her entire body. She looked down at the top of his head and back over her shoulder at his brother. They kissed, tongues finding one another like high school lovers after so many years apart.

When Michael was finished, he pulled back and looked up at them both. "Was that okay?" he asked.

His mother leaned over and kissed him on the lips, tasting herself on them. "That was wonderful." Her son smiled. "Now lie back on the bed, Mommy has something special she wants to give you."

He did as he was told and she removed his clothes, staring down at his dick; which stood at attention like a good little soldier.

"Oh my," she proclaimed. "Such a pretty cock." Mrs. Baker got on the bed and crouched down in front of her boy with her ass sticking up in the air. Thomas got down on the floor in front of it and continued where Michael left off, tasting his mother's sweet pussy. She looked up at her other son who was eagerly awaiting his mother's mouth. She smiled, and took him in, sucking his manhood back down her throat.

Her head bobbed up and down as she gave her son the best blowjob he had ever received. Experienced, she knew how to hit all the right buttons. She provided the right amount of suction, and went back and forth between licking and sucking, even taking his juicy balls in her mouth on occasion to tease him while she stroked the shaft. Her breasts dangled down in front of her, resting on his thighs as her mouth worked him over.

"Oh God, Mom. That feels so good," Michael groaned.

She licked him like a lollipop and smiled. "I knew you'd like it, son."

Then she felt a jab as Thomas entered her from behind. She cried out in surprise, not even knowing he had stripped down to nothing. She had been too focused on Michael's cock to see anything. As he pumped her cunt from behind, she moved in unison with the rocking, making sure her mouth continued bobbing in motion up and down her son's dick, while feeling her older son slide in and out of her. It felt so good that way, and she was able to take him deeper than ever before. Thomas pumped her good from behind, slapping her bottom twice, which made her moan while Mikey's cock was stuffing her face. She imagined him there, seeing her pussy lips wrapped around his dick, her walls closing in around him as he jabbed the head in harder and faster. It made her shiver with delight and that, coupled with the fact she was with Michael for the very first time and loving it, was too much to handle. After a few more moments she removed her son's cock from between her lips and screamed out as she came, sending rivers of juice flowing out over Thomas's penis.

When she was finished, she looked at Michael through a sweaty mess of tangled hair as Thomas withdrew from her. Still wanting her younger son, now more than ever, she straddled him. Mrs. Baker gripped his cock in her hand and jerked it up and down for a moment as he closed his eyes. Then, slowly she sat down on it. She moaned as he penetrated her hole, then cried out as the thick shaft of his cock stretched her out, and finally she giggled when he was all the way in and she could feel his balls on her ass.

"You feel so good, son," she purred.

Michael reached up and massaged her tits while she began to buck her hips back and forth. Thomas looked on as his mother and brother fucked, secretly applauding them for finally consummating the relationship that had been torn for so long. He was proud of them both, and knew that from that moment, things between them would be okay. After this, the sky was the limit, and who knows how many more encounters they would all relish in before the boys went off to college? He hoped it was many, because seeing how much fun his mom was having pleased him to no end.

Mrs. Baker leaned forward as Michael grabbed her ass. She let him take over, ramming his hard cock inside her over and over again. She nodded her head yes countless times, showering him with sweat. Thomas looked down to see a thin sheet of cum covering his brother's dick. It was a beautiful sight.

"Atta boy, Mikey," he said.

Mrs. Baker cried out again as her son fucked her good. Something was missing though, something she desperately needed.

"Come here, Tommy," she said.

Thomas came closer and stood on the bed over his brother and in front of his mom. She gulped back his cock and sucked it as best she could, tasting her juice on him still. It was salty, and that made her thirsty for his cum.

"Come on, Tommy. Cum for me. Cum for Mommy."

Michael laughed from below them. "Don't get any on me," he said while pumping his mother's pussy still.

She looked down at him. "I wouldn't dream of it."

Thomas furiously worked his hand over his dick, stroking it as fast as he could for his mother. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue as Michael fucked her harder and harder, slamming himself into her over and over. "Ah fuck, ahhh yeahhh," she moaned with her open mouth.

"Here it comes, Mom," Thomas yelled.

He moved the head of his penis directly into his mom's mouth as it began to spurt thick ropes of hot cum down her throat. She wrapped her lips around it and sucked, gulping all of it down, making sure not to spill a drop of it onto Michael. Thomas shivered again as his mom drank his cum, and smiled down at his brother and winked. "See how good this is?" he asked.

Michael nodded as Thomas stepped off the bed. Mrs. Baker had drained him and he was beginning to soften.

"Good boy," she said to him, then she looked down at her other son. "Now it's your turn."

She continued bouncing on him, her tits swaying left and right as the jackhammer that was his cock pummeled her pussy. She grinned from ear to ear, still tasting Thomas's cum in her throat. Michael had given himself completely over to her-finally. Afterward, she knew she would stand in the shower and cry tears of joy but for now she was enjoying the feel of her son inside her. She had dreamed about this moment for so long, and to have both of them there to experience this with her was amazing. It made her feel like the perfect mother.

"Come on, Michael, do it. Do it for Mommy," she breathed into his ear.

He gripped her ass tight and bucked his hips up. She grinded down onto him and rolled her pussy around his throbbing cock. She wanted to feel him, all of him, inside her. Every. Last. Drop.

"Cum inside me, baby. Cum inside Mommy."

He looked at her, his eyes wide with shock. Really? Is that what she wanted? He wasn't going to be able to hold back much longer.

"It's okay, honey. I'm fixed."

At that, hearing that it was okay to spill his seed deep inside her, Michael let go. Mrs. Baker threw her head back and screamed as she felt him spasm inside her, and felt the warm sensation of his cum flowing through her pussy. He jerked upward as he came, emptying himself into his mom. Spurting as much cum as he could.

"My God that's beautiful," remarked Thomas.

His mother purred and grinned at him as Michael collapsed on the bed, softening inside of her. He felt remnants of his sperm drip down from her cunt and onto his balls. She hopped off of him and lay beside him on the bed. Spreading her legs, she reached down and scooped some of her son's cum onto her finger. She smiled at him, and let it fall into her mouth. She swallowed, and put her head on his shoulder. Thomas joined them, lying down on the opposite side of his brother.

"See, that wasn't so bad," he said.

Michael shook his head. "No. No it wasn't."

Mrs. Baker propped her head up on her hand and traced Michael's chest with her fingernail. "I told you Mommy knows best."

The three of them laughed.

Soon after, the Baker family fell asleep together for the very first time.

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Marie Shore

Big Book of Smut 2 — 25 Author Anthology

Confessions of a Dirty Slut: Super-Sweet Eighteen

Jasmine Dayne

Confessions of a Dirty Slut: Super-Sweet Eighteen

His hand held my wrists tight, stretching my arms above my head on the bed. I wriggled as his cock slid heavily over my belly, leaving a trail of heat on the tender pale skin. Sounds I had no control over tumbled from my mouth: begging, pleading, crying. I was like a cat in heat, hissing and biting at him, desperate to get satisfaction, or at least move things forward.

"Oh god, just fuck me," I sobbed, every inch of my body quivering with need.

He just chuckled and kept on teasing me. Bastard. I wanted to kick him, kill him. But really I wanted him inside me. Stretching me wide, shoving every inch of his huge dick deep inside my tight pussy.

Even though I knew my desperation was egging him on, I couldn't stop begging. Couldn't keep my hips from thrusting up and my thighs from spreading open. I've never been one for playing hard to get, but this was ridiculous. Nineteen-year-olds with sick bodies and cute faces do not have to beg for sex. It was usually no more than a quick glance or a sultry giggle away. And heaven knows I've used those simple tools of seduction many, many times.

That, of course, is what got me into this situation in the first place. After years of getting my groove on with every hot guy (and a couple of girls too) who caught my eye, I'd finally met my match. The one who wasn't letting me take control and take what I want. The one who'd been making me beg for it for almost a year. The one I wanted more than anyone else, in spite of myself.

Hold on, I should back up. In order to understand what I was doing and allowing to be done to me, you have to know about what started on my eighteenth birthday, when I magically transformed from sexy jailbait into a barely legal fuck slut. That's not to say I was little miss innocent before, but my sex life took an unexpected and really awesome turn that day, setting me on a path I've followed to see how far it goes.

I'd been planning every last detail of my birthday for months. My clothes and hair, the gifts I wanted and places I'd celebrate. But Mother Nature had her own plans, and everything I'd expected was ruined by a freak spring snowstorm.

When I left for school, giddy with excitement it was colder than usual, but nothing to worry about. I just pulled a coat on over my birthday mini-dress-tight and deep green to bring out my eyes, and hopped in the car like always after I managed to escape my parents and their gushing about their little girl being "all grown up." Little did they I know, sexually speaking, I'd been pretty grown up since I was fifteen.

Once I got to my high school there were half a dozen people waiting for me on the steps to wish me happy birthday. With the exception of my best friend Sally they were all guys. All guys I'd been fucking, to be specific. High school boys weren't my favorite, but they came in handy when I needed a date for a dance or someone to introduce to my folks.

At lunchtime I walked to the cafeteria and noticed the shy had gone completely gray. Rain, I figured, but hoped it would be gone before I headed out for my birthday dinner. I had a brand new pair of suede slingback shoes and didn't want then to get wet. Of course, my shoes ended up being the last thing on my mind later that night.

By the end of the day I was ready to party. As I headed to my locker I noticed Chip leaning against the wall casually, pretending that he wasn't waiting for me.

I flipped my long auburn hair behind my shoulders and smiled at him. "Hey, what's up?"

"Oh, Eve. Hi. Uh, happy birthday."

"Thanks." He wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but as the captain of the basketball team Chip was in great shape and super popular. A must-have, really. Plus he had a great cock. The perfect size for a quickie before homeroom or a long fuck session on a Sunday afternoon. Big enough to make me feel it, but not so large I'd be sore after. Plus he could last for a long time, a rare gift among the boys I knew.

"Uh… are you in a hurry?"

"Kind of. Got to get home and change before dinner. Then the party later. Will you be there?"

"Oh yeah, sure. Um… I guess I can just talk to you then." There was a look on his face I'd never seen before. Kind of a mix of pain and confusion.

"Are you okay? I can talk for a minute now if it's important."

"Yeah?" His face lit up. "Cool. Um, let's go to the library balcony."

"Okay."

We headed upstairs, to one of our favorite secret spots. Behind the stacks of dusty textbooks and old magazines no one ever looked at there was a little alcove with a bench. No one could see you in there unless they were right in front of it, and you could hear anyone coming from far away.

As we climbed the stairs, looked around for witnesses and slipped into the space, I noticed Chip was walking a little funny. When we were inside our little hidey-hole I asked about it.

"Why are you limping? Did you get hurt?"

"Sort of," he whispered. "I twisted something yesterday at practice. I got a massage last period that helped, but…" Chip gestured down at his crotch and I realized the problem he was hoping I could help with and it didn't involve talking at all.

His cock was hard. Like rock hard. I placed my hand on the front of his sweatpants and the heat coming from the rigid shaft felt hot enough to burn. "Damn. Let me guess, the masseuse was a hot woman?"

Chip grinned and shrugged his shoulders. "Not as hot as you, Eve."

I smiled back and slid down on my knees. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Chip. Don't worry; I'll take care of you. But don't get cum on my dress or my hair, 'kay?"

"Yeah, whatever you…" His voices trailed off as I reached inside his pants and boxers. I wrapped my hand around his length and squeezed. A shudder went through him and I smiled and then shoved his clothes down around his knees.

I stuck out my tongue and licked the blunt tip of his dick, savoring the familiar flavor: a mixture of his natural saltiness and tangy clean soap. I closed my lips around him and slid the smooth length into my mouth. When he hit the back of my throat I palmed his balls and started sucking slowly.

"Oh shit. Oh yeah…" Chip's hands grasped my shoulders, digging in a little. "Yes, baby. Suck it. Oh yes!"

I looked up to see his head was tilted back, his eyes closed in ecstasy. That massage really must have got him going. I mean, my blowjobs are good, but he was out of his mind.

Returning my attention to what I was doing, I let saliva gather in my mouth and slid his cock back out until just the tip rested between my teeth. With it slicked up nicely I could twist one hand around the base and start fucking the rest in and out of my mouth faster.

Chip's balls tightened under my fingers and his hips jerked, shoving him deeper into my mouth, making me gag a little. Damn, he really was wild today. I sucked harder and scraped my teeth gently on the underside of his dick as is erupted in my mouth. He let out a strangled yelp as hot cum filled my mouth. I swallowed every drop, still sucking him, but gently now.

As his cock softened in my mouth the only sound I could hear was Chip's gasping breath as he sagged in front of me. I licked him clean and tucked him back in his pants before I got up.

I swiped the back of my hand across my lips to make sure there was no tell-tale white evidence left behind. It's not that I had a problem with people knowing I sucked cock, but I didn't want to be known as the school slut. Not yet, anyway.

By the time Chip was able to speak again I'd already checked my reflection in a mirror from my purse and was about to head out.

"Wait. Uh, don't you want a go? I mean, I could finger you or something."

I smiled and patted his arm. "Nah, I gotta go. But you owe me one and I will collect."

He brushed his hand over his head, close-cropped hair rustling. "You're a hell of a girl, Eve."

"And don't you forget it," I tossed over my shoulder as I left the room. Guys always thought giving head was a huge favor girls do for them. But the truth is I love it. Always have. The power of having a cock completely in your control. The taste and smell of it, so uniquely male. And that tender skin covering something so hard. Fantastic.

I stopped off in the girls' room before heading out to my car. Can't go home with cum breath, after all. It's always weird being in school when almost everyone is gone. The cleaners hadn't arrived yet and my footsteps echoed down the hallway. Not in a creepy horror movie way, just quiet.

Remembering the great evening I had coming up, I hurried outside to a sight I really hadn't expected. There was at least four inches of snow on the ground and a mountain of it on top of my car. In April. So weird. I shook my head and picked my way carefully across the whiteness as snow continued to fall.

I unlocked my door, tossed my stuff on the passenger seat and started the car. Well, tried to at least. Dead silence greeted each turn of the key in the ignition. Shit, I thought, waiting a moment before trying again. After my third attempt I accepted that there was something wrong. I dug my phone out and called the auto club. They said it would be at least an hour until someone could get there due to the weather. Next I dialed my house, hoping one of my parents would come pick me up, but there was no answer.

I sighed and called information for the number of a cab company. They told me it would be two hours. Well damn. I trudged back to the school only to find the doors locked. I pounded on the glass, shivering and cursing.

After a few minutes a face appeared and my recent bad luck got even worse. Of course the person to let me in would be Mr. Shaw. So much for birthday good luck. He pushed the door open and glared at me suspiciously.

"What are you doing here, Eve?"

"My car's dead and I can't get a ride. I need to wait inside."

"Students aren't allowed in the building when it's closed."

"It's snowing out there. Am I supposed to freeze to death?"

He rolled his eyes. "Fine, but you can't just wander around. You'll have to wait in my classroom so I can keep an eye on you."

God, he was such an asshole. I mean, what was I, a ten-year-old? What did he think I was going to do, draw boobs on all the blackboards?

"Whatever. I need to go to the bathroom first and clean up."

"No. Classroom or nothing, Eve."

"But my hair's wet!"

"No one cares what your hair looks like." With that he spun in his heel and strode down the hall just expecting me to follow. Which I did, of course, but not without giving him the finger repeatedly.

It was a real shame Mr. Shaw acted like such a tight-ass. He was pretty handsome with broad shoulders and hard body left over from his military days. In his late thirties, he was one of the youngest teachers at the school, and when he'd started my freshman year all the girls had crushes on him. That is until we took his classes. Strict was an understatement. The man acted more like a prison guard than a teacher. Students complained about his unfair treatment, but he had some pull with the principal and was a minor war-hero or some shit, so he got away with it.

He ushered me into his classroom with a bland look and then went to his desk without saying a word. Within seconds his face was buried in some papers and I was standing in the doorway with my long hair dripping in my face, feeling miserable.

I finally sat down at a desk with a big sigh, dropping my bag on the floor next to me. When it hit the ground Mr. Shaw's head snapped up.

"Is there some reason you're making such a racket over there?"

"Sorry," I muttered and leaned over to pick it up.

"What did you say?"

"I said, 'sorry' for making noise."

"Right. I see you haven't changed at all since my class last year, Eve."

"What do you mean by that?"

"You were selfish and disruptive then and I see you still are."

That comment made my blood boil. The nerve of this man. "You can't talk to me like that."

"I can and I am. Someone needs to bring you down off your pedestal. Just because you're beautiful doesn't mean you can do whatever you want whenever you want."

That was a backhanded compliment if I ever heard one. And frankly I was shocked he called me beautiful, considering he always acted like it pained him to look at me.

"You don't know me, Mr. Shaw. You don't know me at all."

He scoffed. "Please. You think you're so mysterious? So hard to figure out? Girls like you are a dime a dozen, Eve. Sure you're hot shit at seventeen, but wait until you're twenty-five or thirty-five. The world won't be falling all over itself to make you happy anymore."

Damn, he was treating me like I was some spoiled brat. I wasn't. Sure I had a good life, but I appreciated everything I had, especially my looks. I knew the power my face and my body had over people. And I enjoyed it, but never took advantage. I wanted to scream at him, tell him he was wrong about me, but it was pointless.

All I said was, "I'm eighteen, actually. Today's my birthday." I looked down at my phone, frowning, willing someone — anyone to call me and rescue me.

Mr. Shaw cleared his throat. "Eighteen, huh?"

"Yeah."

"That explains your sulking. I bet you had some elaborate plans for the evening. Tons of gifts and people fawning all over you."

I just shrugged. Nothing I said would change his mind about me, and I didn't really care anyway. Not really.

I was so busy trying to ignore him that I didn't notice Mr. Shaw walking across the room and coming to stand in front of me.

"Well," he said, "Let me give you a birthday gift more valuable than anything else you'll get today."

I rolled my eyes and pushed my hair behind my ears, trying to look casual.

He knelt down so his face was even with mine. "No matter how gorgeous your face is, or how perky your tits are, you'll never be able to get by on your looks. There will always be people who like me don't care about how tight and pink your cunt is."

I gasped and slapped him hard across the face without thinking. His head whipped to the side and I pulled my hand back, stinging.

A cruel smile spread across Mr. Shaw's face. "I'll have you expelled for that, Eve."

"You can't. I'll tell what you said!"

He stood up and started walking away. "No one would believe you."

He was right about that. I'd never imagined such crude language could come from him. Tears welled up in my eyes but I refused to let him see me cry. I took a few deep breaths and stood too. "Since we're being so honest, here's something you should know. One day the administration will find out the truth, that you're a bully and a dickless loser."

With that I grabbed my bag and headed for the door. Freezing in the snow was better than spending another second in that room. Before I got halfway there he was behind me, pushing me against the wall with his body.

"Watch who you talk to like that, little girl. That mouth of yours is trouble and I'd be more than happy to shut it for you."

My heart pounded as he held me, my face against the cool cinderblock wall. I was too scared to move. But as he shifted I felt something unexpected that changed everything. Something thick and hard brushed across my ass. His cock. His, from what I could tell from the brief contact, really huge cock. Mr. Shaw was torturing me and it got him hard. Really hard. While my brain was in turmoil my body reacted, dripping moisture into my tiny panties and puckering my nipples. A breath that sounded way too much like a moan escaped my mouth and I clamped it shut hard enough to make my teeth ache.

I hadn't been fast enough and he'd heard. The laugh that came from him was pure evil and terrified me. But it excited me too.

Mr. Shaw's face was next to mine and his breath warmed my ear as he spoke. "I knew it. You're just a dirty slut, getting all horny whenever anyone pays you the slightest bit of attention. I bet you're hoping I'll take you right here. Flip up your little skirt and cram my dick inside you. Fuck you so hard you can't breathe. Ride you until you pass out."

His voice was so low and calm, but full of heat. My knees almost gave out as I imagined him doing everything he'd said. I could almost feel him inside me, filling me like no one else ever had or ever would. Changing me forever. And in that moment I wanted it too. Wanted him so desperately it frightened me. How could someone I hate make me feel like this?

A hand skimmed down the side of my body, grazing my breast and waist, coming to rest on the swell of my hip. "I could do it too, princess. Make you scream and cry and call me God. Fuck you so good you'd want to die. Make you my whore to use however and whenever I want. All you have to do is beg."

I let loose a series of long, jagged breaths, frozen in place, unable to move or speak. My brain was foggy from confusion and fear and desire. I finally managed to open my mouth, though I wasn't sure what was going to come out before I said it.

"Go to hell." I whispered it, the words full of everything I wanted but couldn't say. But it was enough to surprise him. He stepped back and took his hand off me, which gave me space to pull my thoughts together. I ignored my throbbing clit and soaking panties and slipped away, not looking back until I was out of reach in the doorway. Then I glanced back at him, standing with his arms crossed, a tight smirk on his face.

"You'll be back. And you will beg."

I left without another word, telling myself he was wrong. But somewhere deep inside something had changed. Had awoken. And I knew I'd never be the same.

By ten o'clock that night I'd almost forgotten about the intense encounter with Mr. Shaw. The snow had stopped and the roads were cleared. I'd had a wonderful dinner with my parents and was surrounded by my friends in our basement, enjoying beer and snacks. My dad pretended he didn't know we were drinking and we kept the noise to a dull roar.

I was dancing by myself in the middle of the room to my favorite band, the new release a birthday gift I was enjoying immensely. The rest of my dozen guests were either sprawled out on sofas and the floor, or huddled together on the patio smoking.

Feeling no pain, I decided to take things up a notch. Eve though my mind wasn't on the events of the day, my body was full of need. Chip hadn't shown up after all, so I had to find someone else to satisfy me. I scanned the room and my eyes came to rest on a boy I could have fallen in love with if he wasn't as much of a horn dog as me.

Ben Kelly was almost too pretty to be hot. His dark hair fell in curls almost to his shoulders, framing his face beautifully. His skin was so clear and pale that his dark lashes and eyes stood out almost eerily. And his mouth. So soft and kissable, almost like a girl's. I'd spent many a night kissing him when we were younger. But once high school started he discovered sex and hadn't slowed down since. We'd been friends forever but never really dated because we liked each other too much to start something one of us would certainly ruin.

But that night, with graduation so close, I decided our time had come. I wanted to know if his kiss was different, and if what I'd heard was true, that he used that lovely mouth everywhere on a girl's body.

I added a little extra shake to my hips as I danced and caught his eye. I crooked my finger and smiled. Of course he came right over.

"What's up birthday girl?"

"Dance with me." I out my arms around his waist, pulling him close.

"You know I'm a shit dancer. I almost broke your foot in seventh grade."

"I bet you've got better moves now, Ben."

He grinned and gave in. Even thought the music was fast we swayed together slowly. Ben's hands traveled my body slowly, as if memorizing it. He swept down my back, leaving the bare skin tingling in his wake. He cupped my ass briefly, squeezing gently. Then up over my arms and shoulders. Finally, he wrapped his arms around me, hands tangling in my hair.

The rest of the party and the night disappeared. There was only Ben and his long, lean body pressed against me. I could feel his hardness but he didn't push against me or call attention to it. For a long time we just danced. It was sweet, really.

Our moment was interrupted by a loud crash and the sound of laughter. We separated, but Ben kept his arm around my shoulders as we looked to see what had happened. Through the patio door I saw three boys sitting in a pile of wood that used to be a bench. I sighed and shook my head.

"I better go make sure they're okay," I told Ben. He agreed and went out with me. We shooed away the drunk and happily uninjured idiots and piled the wreckage up against the wall.

"You know, that surprised me," Ben said.

"Why? Those guys are always breaking something."

"Not them. The dance. I didn't think it would be like that." There was a tone of something like disappointment in his voice.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I figured you'd finally decided to let me jump your bones."

I laughed. "With romantic lines like that how could I resist?"

"I know, sorry. But I've been dying to hook up with you for years and I guess I thought tonight was my last chance."

I stood up and walked over to him. There in the corner we were shielded from the partygoers inside and anyone upstairs who might look out the window. "What did you think that dance was, then?"

"Dunno. But it wasn't very sexy, so I figured you wanted to part as friends." He shrugged, and misinterpreting the look on my face, quickly added, "Which is fine with me, of course."

"Oh Ben. Silly Ben. We've been friends our whole lives. Don't you think that's enough of that?"

He still didn't understand what I was trying to say, so I showed him. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled it to mine, planting a searing kiss on his lips. After a second he joined in, probing my mouth with his tongue, tasting and nibbling.

I sank into him, pressing our bodies together from head to toe. The erection that had filled his pants before was straining to get out now. I rubbed against it, getting a low moan from Ben in response.

My hand slipped between us and cupped him tightly.

"Eve, anyone could come out here and see us," he muttered against my mouth. Mr. Shaw's harsh words echoed in my head. Maybe he was right about me.

"I don't care. I want you. And I'm the birthday girl; you have to do what I say."

Ben laughed. "You don't have to ask me twice." He grabbed my neck and kissed me hard once before pulling me farther into the shadows. He leaned against the wall and slid his hands down my front, squeezing and molding my tits. In the cool night air my nipples were already hard; his touch made them pucker almost painfully.

I pushed my hand down into his jeans and under his boxers until I found what I was looking for. His cock was hot and hard under my fingers and I couldn't wait to get it inside me.

"In a hurry, Eve?"

I answered him by squeezing his dick with one hand while the other hiked my skirt up over my hips, showing off my freshly shaved pussy barely hidden behind a pair of sheer black panties. I'd seen the way my skin gleamed in them earlier and knew the sight would resolve any lingering doubts in Ben's mind.

And boy was I right about that. Before I could say or do anything else he was on his knees, spreading my legs wide. He shoved my panties aside and dove into my wet slit with his mouth. Those lips I loved kissing slid over my pussy, his tongue dipped in to swipe over my clit before sliding down to the hole. He stabbed inside briefly and then started sucking, pulling on me gently. I'd never felt anything like it before. Every other guy who'd ever eaten me out had just kissed a little. But Ben was making a proper meal of my juicy snatch, just as thoroughly and passionately as he had my mouth.

A low keening sound it took a while for me to recognize as my own filled the air. My leg shook and I fisted my hands in his hair. Ben grazed my clit with his teeth just as it was starting to peek out from its hood and I came hard, grinding my pussy down on him.

While I rode the orgasm he kept devouring me, driving me crazy. But instead of calming me, coming just made me hornier and I needed more than a tongue in me.

"Fuck me," I breathed.

After another long lick he pulled back and stood up. It was pretty neat having him do everything I asked. That was something I could get used to.

My musing was stopped short as Ben picked me up and spun us around so my back was against the wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he held my hips and slid me down on his pole. When the tip passed my swollen, slick pussy I bit my lip to keep from yelling. I was so damn sensitive down there it felt like every nerve-ending was on fire. He stretched me open and slipped inside my tight hole, gliding easily through the wetness he'd left and caused.

When his cock hit bottom in me Ben's gaze met mine. The raw heat I saw in his eyes drove me crazier. I dug my fingernails into the back of his neck and hissed. He pulled back and pushed into me, hard and faster this time, enough to make me ache. That one strong thrust broke the dam and suddenly we were like wild animals, nipping and scratching at each other while his cock battered my slick walls relentlessly.

He fucked me so hard I could feel the stucco wall behind me scratching at the fabric of my dress and I didn't care. His balls slapped at me and my clit grinded against him as we collided and retreated over and over. Under my hands the muscles in Ben's arms tensed as he grunted and started fucking me even harder. Full length thrusts sent him all the way inside before pulling back so only the thick head of his dick remained for a second before he plowed in again. The sound of our bodies slapping together and the smell of our sex filled the air.

"Yes, oh god, yes. Fuck me. Give it to me hard, Ben."

My goading worked and he shoved in even faster, so quick I could barely tell if he was entering or exiting. And it didn't matter. All I cared about was he was fucking me harder and better than Id' ever had and I never wanted it to end. In that moment when I was about to cum again the world could have ended and I'd be happy to go out just like that.

"Shit, Eve. You're so fucking tight. So fucking perfect," he panted.

I barely heard him as I came, shouting without knowing it, breaking his skin with my nails and clamping down tight on his cock as my pussy contracted.

"Oh god," he said as he came too, shooting hot jets of cum deep inside me, adding to the dripping juices flowing out of me onto his jeans, still around his thighs as we fucked.

I was still on another planet of pure pleasure when the sound of applause finally reached me. My eyes opened with some effort and I saw half of my birthday party guests standing in the doorway watching us. I know I should have been embarrassed, but there was nothing but bliss left in me after that incredibly thorough fucking.

Ben rolled his eyes and pulled out, setting me down and helping to cover my crotch as much as possible. That, of course, left his softening cock hanging free for all to see and I appreciated the chivalry (of sorts) of that choice.

Once we'd stopped most people went back inside but a few of the guys stood there staring. I laughed and kissed Ben on the lips. "Unless you want to go again with an audience we should probably get back inside."

He smiled, and after making sure we were both clothed sufficiently, he took my hand and led me back into the house. When we got inside I saw we'd inspired the group, and almost everyone was paired off in various stages of activity. Some couples were on the ground with clothes in disarray and hands in interesting places. Others were groping and kissing on the sofas.

Ben hugged me and whispered in my ear, "I think we've started an orgy."

I nodded. "Yeah, and we need to stop it, too. My parents will murder us all if they walk in on this."

"Okay, let's hurry before they get out of control. But, you know, this is your fault."

"I know, and if you're up for it, I have the perfect solution."

Ben looked at me. "Baby, right now I'm up for anything you want."

A quick glance down told me he was telling the truth. His cock was hard again. But I needed to settle things down, not make them worse. I squeezed his shoulder and said, "Play along, okay?"

"Of course."

It took me a few minutes to get everyone's attention, but I finally put a stop to all the action, though there were plenty of irritated groans left behind.

"Guys, relax. I know everyone wants to get wild and I'm all for that. But this isn't the place or time. You're all about to get kicked out of my house anyway, so let's make a deal. Since I'm eighteen now I get access to my savings account and I just had a great idea." I looked over at Ben. "It's inspired me to throw another birthday party. Sort of. This weekend I'm going to rent a suite at a hotel and everyone here is invited to come and play. Take that however you want to."

Silence filled the room, though I could see a couple of people eyeing the others, choosing a partner. I couldn't blame them for being stunned; I was kind of shocked too. But hell, being in a room full of people making out was a huge turn-on for me, and I figured most of them would feel the same. Besides, no one could tattle if we were all in it together. I wasn't trying to really have an orgy, but just set up something a little wilder than any of us could manage in our parents' houses.

"Okay, well, I'll text details on Friday. The room's on me, but BYOB you cheap bastards."

That broke the tension and got a laugh from everyone.

Ben kissed my cheek. "I hope that invitation includes me."

"Of course. You're the guest of honor."

"Does that mean I get you all to myself, or I just get first dibs?"

Mr. Shaw's face flashed through my head and his calling me a slut. Well damn, maybe I was. Then I thought of blowing Chip in the library. Okay, definitely a slut. But who cares? I was young and hot and about to graduate from high school. In a few months I'd be hundreds of miles away in college with nothing but a yearbook and memories of the people sprawled around me. Might as well live it up.

"We'll see," was my answer to Ben, and I meant it. We'd see a lot of things. And did we ever. The wild weekend to come was wilder than I could have ever imagined, and was just the next step on the way to me becoming the woman I am now, the happy dirty slut I am now.

To be continued…