Cock Tease

Taylor was a tease, hell let’s be honest she was a cock tease and damn good at it.

At twenty she was still a virgin, saving herself for that someone special, someone that knew what they were doing, that could make it so special she would have to crave more, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to have fun while waiting.

Taylor was home from college on break and one night her brother and his friend Matt dropped in to watch some TV and play some video games. Now her brother Justin and Matt who were 2 years younger had been friends and tormenting her since they were 12 years old. Hell they were always sneaking into her room, trying to catch glimpses of her when she was changing, grabbing her tits and ass being the pesky brats that young guys tend to be.

At 18 Matt had matured, was damn good looking and definitely sexy, but in Taylor’s eyes he was still just a kid, her brother’s best friend who was also dating a friend from her old high school days. But that did not stop Taylor from fantasizing about revenge and teasing the hell out of him.

Taylor was downstairs in the family room reading when they came in to play some video games and dressed in a small black tank top with no bra and the skimpiest of shorts she could feel the eyes upon her and noticed the uncomfortable look on their faces, the kind that come with young hard cocks!

She continued reading her book while casually glancing over and catching both her brother and his friend checking her out and squirming on the couch as they constantly were re-adjusting their obvious erections.

It wasn’t long before the phone rang and it was Justin’s girlfriend calling and he excused himself to go to his room to talk privately with her. The sexual tension filled the air as Matt tried to make small talk, trying to take his mind off of the sex dreams he was having about Taylor.

Taylor took the opportunity and sat over on the couch and slowly pushed Matt back, climbing slowly up his body. Stunned and dumbfounded Matt lay there speechless and Taylor grabbed his throbbing prick through his jeans and slowly rubbed it up and down while every once in a while giving the shaft a squeeze in a pulsating manner.

Matt’s eyes rolled back into his head and just as his hands reached out and grabbed her hard nipples I his hand, Taylor gave another squeeze and like so many young boys he lost control. She could feel his cock twitch and jump in her hand and the unmistakeable feel of hot young cum squirting out into his briefs.

With an embarrassing flushed look, he quickly pushed Taylor off of him and made an excuse that he had to go check on her brother. The obvious ever increasing wet spot now permeating his jeans only made Matt try hard to cover up and leave the room at warp speed.

Taylor sat and smiled watching him leave the room, loving the power that being a cock tease had given her, yes, this power was something she was going to harness and perfect she thought in her mind as she sat and inhaled the musky scent from  her wet hand.

Revenge and Power can be so sensual!

Girl Learns From Teacher

I was 16 and working as a junior secretary when I learned the meaning of the word, ‘randy’.  My boss was in his mid-fifties and, I later realised, was keen to get into my pants. He told me some facts, true and false, about the Red Kangaroo, the biggest of the Australian kangaroo species.  He told me this animal had a split penis (not true but commonly believed) and the alpha male was always in a constant state of randiness and so was also always ready to fight the pushy younger males to defend his ownership of the females in his harem.

 “Can women be randy?” I asked.  “Yes,” said my boss, “but that’s known as nymphomania.” (Not true).  He went on: “Women like that are dangerous and anyway, men don’t like pushy women. We want our girls to be girly, to be ready to look after us nicely and do anything we ask, and not demand too much.”  I left that job after he had chased me around his desk one too many times. However, I was still very naïve, still ready to meekly put up with a boyfriend’s usually rushed fucking.  I knew no better!

 I knew some great guys and I quite enjoyed being the focus of a man’s passion or rather his impatient randiness that he claimed to be ‘love’ but was probably more like the behaviour of the selfish Red Kangaroo.  My boyfriends and I may have fucked as often as we had the opportunity but neither they nor I knew a lot about women’s bodies. (This was in the days when there was very little porn literature or films easily available, and before the publishing of the books that showed what a vagina looked like.) So I was usually left feeling restless, unsatisfied.

 However, I never forgot the ex-boss's stupid randy/nymphomania comparison plus I had met too many men who who behaved like the alpha Red Kangaroo. By the time I was in my early twenties I realised I was so tired of relationships where I felt full of desire, was generous with my body but my needs went unfulfilled. On the other hand I did not really understand just what these needs were.

 I decided to do some research. I found a little bookshop hidden away in a lane in the city.  The grey-haired owner was in his forties and rarely acknowledged his customers who he let roam around the shop and leave without buying a book.  I found the erotica section. While a number of these books were in Latin there were many that had very informative illustrations. 

 One afternoon, when I was really engrossed in a book, and feeling very aroused, I was startled when the owner spoke to me. “You seem to be a very serious student,” he said. “Have you seen this one?” and he produced a copy of a book of photographs of Indian temple sculptures.  He flicked the pages to show me the contents, stopping occasionally to let me see a picture of men and women fucking in some particularly amazing body positions.  “Oh!” was all I could say.  “I’m just about to shut up shop but you are most welcome to come up to my flat and take your time to look through the rest of the book”. 

 I knew that going upstairs was going to involve more than my sitting and looking at photographs but I was intrigued and also feeling very aroused.  We were no sooner in his sitting room that he put the book on a table and held me close.  “So how much do you know?” he asked. “Not as much as I’d like,” I gasped, as I felt his dick pressing hard into my skirt.  “We’re not going to rush this” he said, “And by the way my name is Michael”. 

 He led me into his bedroom and carefully and slowly took off my dress, my bra and my knickers then laid me down on the bed.  He spread my legs and spent some tantalising moments first just looking at my cunt, then gently fingering the outer lips, and then opening these to look at the interior.  Then to my delight he knelt down and took the whole of my cunt into his mouth and used his tongue to fuck me.   His restraint and control were amazing.  I had got so used to the wham! bam! techniques used by the callow boys with whom had I had been.   None of them had done anything more than roughly finger my clit.

 “I love cunt and I love your pretty bush,” he said, “but I also love fucking.  I hope you do too.”  I was just about begging him to do whatever he liked.  He kept looking into my eyes while he slowly took off his clothes.  I admit I was impatient to see what was hidden in his trousers.   When he entered me he was clearly able to control his actions but the intensity of these gradually became stronger and stronger.  While his dick pushed harder and harder into me he alternated kneading and sucking my breasts with playing with my clit.  When we, note we, came at the same time I began to cry.  “No, don’t cry,” he said.  “You don’t understand,” I said.  That was the first time ever for me to feel like that. No one has ever made me come before.” 

 He said nothing because he was too busy licking, nibbling and tonguing my cunt. When he came up for air he began to kiss me and I sucked my juices off his tongue.  I was shaking with emotion.  I would have done anything he wanted - I was so grateful and happy. 

 Michael continued my instruction, which he jokingly called ‘teaching the true lore of the bush’, for a number of years.  He gave me the confidence and power to manage my relationships with other men. He helped me be a woman who knew what she wanted and made sure she got it.  I hope you do too.

My Student Boarder

byBigguyyyyy©

I was a 33 year old executive with a medium sized company. My career was getting better every day. I owned my home and had a wonderful car. I had everything. Everything that is except a wife.

I had been married. My wife and I married when we were both 26. She was an executive also but with another firm. We both worked long hours and often got home after 8 pm. On weekends if we were not working, we did all kinds of different things. We sky dived, went scuba diving and even hang-glided. I thought we had a great marriage. Even the sex was exciting and fulfilling. Well, at least it was to me.

Then one day, my wife dropped a bomb shell. She came home and told me she was leaving. Apparently, she had been having an affair for some time and she told me she was in love with this guy. So by the end of the week, she had moved out. One year later, we were divorced.

I heard about 6 months after we separated, the guy had left her. A few months later, she had lost her job. I never heard why but she seemed to be in a downward spiral.

So here I was alone in home. I had dated but with my job, I found working on a relationship difficult. So often I just stayed home and relaxed.

It was early in September. I was watching the late night news. Nothing important was happening. I was half dozing and half watching. A story came on telling about the housing shortage at the local university. If I was not mistaken, I heard this story every year so I didn't pay much attention. After the weather and the sports, I went to bed.

On the way into work the next morning, I was listening to the radio. The two announcers were discussing the housing shortage. Apparently it was more desperate than previous years. They said the university needed 300 places for students. I listened but didn't give it much more thought.

On the way home, there was the story again. Ok so after hearing it three times, I started to think. I have a four bedroom house and I live alone. If I could get the right type of student, it might work out.

The next day I phone the housing department and talked with a wonderful woman. I asked a number of questions and she was very re-assuring. She told me I could interview the students and pick who I wanted. So I agreed to let my name be added to the list.

When I got home that evening, there was a message from a Marsha Simms. She was a student at the university and she wanted to come over that night if she could to discuss the room I had available. It wasn't 5 minutes after I listened to the message and the phone rang. It was Marsha. Could she come over now and talk with me? She seemed polite so I agreed.

Fifteen minutes later, my door bell rang. When I opened the door, there stood Marsha. She was about 5'6, red hair in a pony tail and she had glasses. She was wearing a university sweat shirt and blue jeans. She looked nice but plain.

After she came in, we sat and had tea. For some reason, we talked and talked and talked. I could not believe how compatible we were. Marsha was a 26 year old graduate student in her last year of school. She was from a small rural town. Her parents had been farmers until her father had been hurt. Now her mother worked to support the family. There wasn't much money but she could afford the room and board I was asking.

Finally I got around to showing her the room. I had thought I would let whoever rented the room to have the fourth bedroom as a study. This was much more than she had hoped for. I quickly thought of a few rules I needed to have in place. First, no parties. Second, no overnight guests. Third, no loud noise or music. She would have the run of the house and could use the washer and dryer. Since there was a bathroom off my bedroom, she could have the main bathroom to herself. Marsha agreed to everything. She was so happy to have a place. For the past week she had been staying with a girlfriend and had been sleeping on the floor.

We agreed she could move in tomorrow night after 7 when I got home.

At 6:30 I pulled into the driveway and Marsha was waiting for me with all her stuff on the front steps. Her friend had driven her over about 5 because she had to go out that night. So I helped her move everything into the house and up to her rooms. Marsha set to work immediately putting things away and setting up her computer.

The rest of the night was uneventful. Marsha worked on her rooms and I went to bed. In the morning, when I was showered and dressed, I went downstairs. Marsha was in the kitchen. Breakfast was ready. Bacon, eggs and toast were on the table. I looked at her in amazement. Marsha explained she had a big family and she was used to helping her mother get the younger ones off to school. The breakfast was incredible.

When I got home that evening, she had made a spaghetti dinner with garlic bread. I was fantastic. I told Marsha she didn't have to cook for me. She looked at me and told me she loved to cook and she would consider it a privilege to cook for me. How could I object?

After dinner, I looked around the house and noticed thinks looked different. I could not put my finger on it but things were a little different.

When I came home Friday, I went up to change before dinner. When I went into my room, there on the bed was a stack of clean clothes. I asked Marsha about it. She told me she had several things that needed cleaning so she did my wash at the same time. Her argument was, "Why waste water with a small load?" I could not argue with that.

Saturday morning, I told Marsha I had to go food shopping. She asked if she could come along. I told her it was not necessary. She looked at me and kind of begged me to let her come along. "After all," she said, "I've been doing the cooking and I need to know what's in the house." Again, I couldn't argue.

Sunday she made an incredible roast beef dinner with potatoes and vegetable. During dinner, I thanked her for all she had done in the past week. "But Marsha, school starts next week and I don't want you doing all this work around here. You must look after your studies. Those come first." She assured me she would not let her studies slide. Besides, she loved doing house work and cooking. It was not a burden to her.

So this was the start of our year. Every morning, breakfast was ready and every night, dinner was waiting.

I continued to notice small differences in the house. The kitchen had never looked cleaner. My bathroom was always clean and shining. My laundry was always done. Even my ironing was done.

After a month or so, I sat Marsha down. "I'm worried about all you're doing around here. I think you should be doing more studying and school work." She told me her graduate year was not that many hours of classroom time but more essays and presentations. She had lots of time to look after the duties in the house. "Well if that's the case, then I am going to reduce your rent. I can't keep taking all your money if you're doing all this around here." Marsha was so happy, she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.

A few more weeks went by. Marsha came to me one day and asked if I would let my cleaning lady go. I asked her why. "I don't like the job she's doing. I've been going around after her and cleaning what she missed. I'ld like to do all the cleaning around here."

I sat back and let out a puff of air. "Are you sure you can handle this extra work? I don't want your studies to suffer." She told me she could handle it. "I'll let you do this on one condition." Instantly Marsha looked worried. I smiled and said, "My condition is, you don't pay any more for rent or board."

Her hands came to her face and she started to cry. "Oh Tom, I can't believe this. I'll make this house look so good, you won't believe it." Her tears flowed so I pulled her close to me and hugged her. I knew she was crying happy tears but she liked the hug. After a few minutes, she looked up at me and gave me a kiss. It was on the lips and lasted only a few seconds but the electricity made my cock come to life. Nothing came of the kiss but I didn't mind.

So now Marsha was doing everything around the house. She did the cooking, the cleaning and the laundry. The house looked great. It became our custom to go the supermarket every Saturday and buy the food together. The meals she was cooking were incredible. I was starting to put on weight.

All too soon, Christmas break came around. Marsha left about 2 weeks before Christmas to be with her family. The house was instantly empty and I was lonely. What was going on here? Why did I miss her so much? It wasn't the work she did around here. I could do all that. It was different.

A couple of times before Christmas, Marsha phoned me in the evening. We talked and talked. It was wonderful to hear her voice. I didn't admit it to myself, but I missed her very much.

Two days after Christmas, I came home from work and the lights were on. When I opened the door, I could smell a wonderful dinner. Marsha had come back early. I asked her why she told me her younger sibs had been driving her crazy. So she decided to come back to the quiet of my house.

New Year's eve, we decide to go out to a club and celebrate. It was a dinner and dance night. It was a fun night and we had a great time. We danced and danced until 3 am.

Soon it was time for school again and we settled into our routine. My house felt wonderful and I could not wait to get home in the evening so I could be with Marsha.

February came and it was Marsha's birthday. I asked her if she had plans and she didn't. I asked if I could take her out to celebrate. Marsha thought that would be great. I told her I knew of a great place where we could go. They had a great dinner and dance band. It would be a special evening. She thought that would be wonderful so we made plans for Friday night.

I couldn't wait. I spent my lunch hours looking for a gift for her. Finally I found a cultured pearl necklace and matching earrings I thought were beautiful.

Now all this time, Marsha had always dressed in a very conservative manner. Usually she wore a sweatshirt and jeans. If she came downstairs in her pyjamas, she always had on a robe. Never had there been any suggestion of sexual intention between us. I guess the sexual tensions were there but neither of us acted on them.

Friday night arrived. I hurried home. Reservations were for 7 pm and I didn't want to be late. When I got home, I hurried upstairs. I yelled hello to Marsha and she answered from her bedroom. I got into the shower then dressed in a clean shirt and suit. I put her present into my pocket and went downstairs.

At 6:30, I was standing at the bottom the stairs and called up to tell Marsha we had to leave soon. I heard, "Just a minute." This is usually the death wish for men. Often you can expect another 20 minutes or so. But this was Marsha. In no time her bedroom door opened and she walked along the upper hall in the dark.

Then she was at the top of the stairs. The light was dim but as she walked down the stairs, slowly she came into the light. I just stood there. Never had I seen her look like this. She was incredible.

Marsha was wearing a black cocktail dress. It was strapless and came to mid thigh. The dress was skintight and hugged her body at every curve. I never knew she had a figure like that! Her hair was curled and pulled up into at the back of her head. It took me a second to realize it but she had make up on as well. To say the least, she looked stunning.

She came down the stairs slowly and stopped on the bottom step. She had one leg in front of the other as she stuck a pose for me. "I would ask you what you think, but I think I know from the look on you face," Marsha said to me.

"I'm sorry Marsha, but you look incredible."

"Why thank you. You look good yourself!"

It was then I realized she didn't have her glasses on. "Are you wearing contacts?" I asked?

"Yes I am. Do you like?"

"You look incredible."

"I think you like." Marsha was blushing.

It was a few seconds before I could think straight. Suddenly I remembered my gift. I pulled it out of my pocket. "Here this is for you." If I didn't know better, Marsha blushed ever more.

She opened the present and her mouth dropped. "Oh Tom! This is too much! I can't....."

"Yes you can. This is for you. You've been such an incredible help around here and you deserve this. Besides, a beauty like yours deserves something beautiful."

She took the necklace out of the box and held it up to me. I took it and she reached up to her ears. Quickly her old earrings were out. Then she took her necklace off. Marsha took the pearl earrings out of the box and put them on her ears. She then turned and asked me to put the necklace on her. I undid the clasp then put it around her neck.

Marsha turned to me. She looked stunning. The necklace and earrings were perfect with her black dress. She stepped off the bottom step and leaned into me. She kissed me on the lips. It was not a "thank you" kiss because it lasted for about a minute. As she broke off the kiss, she looked me in the eyes. She had this dreamy look. "Thank you Tom. This is the nicest gift anyone has ever given to me."

"You deserve it Marsha. You look so beautiful"

"Thank you Tom. Flattery like that will get you everywhere." Marsha then smiled at me.

"Come on, we'll be late. Let's get going," I said to her. Marsha held out her hand. I took it and off we went.

I held her door open for her. Watching her get into the car was incredible. I had never seen her legs like this. Her dress rode up her legs. They we covered in black hose and look fantastic. As she sat down, she smiled up at me.

All the way to the restaurant, she smiled at me as we talked. I kept sneaking looks at her beautiful legs.

Too soon we reached the restaurant. Our table was waiting. We read the menu and place our order. Soon our drinks arrived and we talked and listened to the orchestra.

The music was magnificent. Marsha and I loved this type of music. Our appetizers came and eat as we listened to the music. I could not take my eyes off her for more than a few seconds. I could tell Marsha liked me looking at her.

After the appetizers, I asked her to dance with me. There were a few other couples on the floor. As we turned to each other, I pulled her close to me. Marsha put her head on my shoulder. It was then her perfume reached my nose. It was heavenly.

Suddenly, I felt my cock start to rise. I was holding Marsha close to me. We had never been this close before. I did not want to be embarrassed so I tried to step back a bit. Marsha looked up at me and pulled me closer. She pulled on me so my cock was in her belly. Moving her hips, my cock was being stroked against her belly. Marsha also had her tits pressed tight into my chest.

The music stopped and we just stood there. Marsha smiled and so did I. I was totally aware that my cock was rock hard. Marsha stood on her tippy toes and kissed me on the lips. "Come on Tom. I think we both need to rest." She then turned and led me back to our table. I followed very close so my hard cock would not been seen by other patrons. Several times my cock pressed into her ass as we walked. Marsha didn't flinch. She never turned around. I know she felt my cock but she was not shocked.

As we got to the table, she turned to me and kissed me on the lips. Then she looked at me and said, "I think you should sit before someone sees your hardness." I was a little shocked but quickly complied.

Our main course came and we sat and ate. Everything was good. My cock had shrunk back down. Between main course and dessert, the band was playing. Marsha reached out for my hand and made me stand. She led me to the dance floor. Before I knew what was happening, she stepped into me and we kissed. My cock rose again.

My cock was pressing into her lower belly. "Tom, I think you need some special attention." We kissed again. Slowly we started to sway to the music. My hands went behind her and we danced. The song ended and we danced to the second, then the third song. My cock only got harder as we danced. Finally, the music stopped and we just stood there looking into each other's eyes. "You're so handsome Tom."

I was taken aback. "But.... Marsha, you're so incredibly beautiful. I've never seen you look like this. You look fantastic."

"Thank you Tom. I'm happy you like." With that, she wiggled her hips pressing my cock into her belly. "Come on. Let's have dessert. I think we should eat quickly and think about getting out of here." And that's exactly what we did.

After dessert, we left the club. At the car, we stood and kissed again. Our bodies were completely pressed together. I could feel her tits in my chest and her belly on my cock. My hands were on her back and I pulled her tight into me. What a kiss that was.

When we stopped kissing, we just stood there looking at each other. "Let's go home," I said. Marsha just nodded. I opened her door and watched her get in. Again the dress rode up her legs. Only this time, it rode high enough, I could see the tops of her stay-up stockings. What a beautiful sight.

I got in and drove home. As I drove, Marsha reached out, took my hand and put it on her lap. All the way home, she held my hand.

When we got in the house, we stopped for another long kiss. Finally Marsha said, "Thank you for the most beautiful evening of my life Tom. I will never forget this night." She then leaned in and kissed me again.

After a few minutes, she stepped back and took my hand. We walked though the house and then up the stairs. Marsha went straight to my room. I turned on a little light and Marsha walked over to me. We kissed long and deep. Our tongues were in each other's mouth for the first time. My hands were all over her back. Slowly I moved them to her ass. Marsha responded by putting her hands on my ass. Both of us pulled the other toward them. Our bodies were pressed tightly together.

I don't know how long we kissed. When we stopped, I looked at Marsha and she had this dreamy look in her eyes. Her hands released my ass and I let go of hers. She turned around then said, "Please undo me." As I reached up to the little hook, I realized my hands were shaking a little. It took a bit to undo the hook. When it was done, I put my hands on her hips. "Now the zipper silly." I reached up and slid the zipper down.

Marsha turned around and slowly slid the dress off her shoulders. Inch by inch it fell. First I saw her black bra, then her panties and finally her black stay-up stockings. She stepped out of the dress and laid it on the chair. She looked so stunning.


Coming to me, she slid my jacket off my shoulders. That she put on the chair. Then she undid my tie and put that down. Next she undid my shirt and pulled the tails out of my pants. Now I only had my pants on. Marsha came to me and undid my belt and unhooked my pants. She just let them drop. I stepped out to them and kicked them toward the chair.

We then kissed again. Our hands were roaming over each other's bodies. We stopped kissing and Marsha went to my bed. She pulled the cover off and then lay down. I watched her the whole time. She lay there and smiled at me. I moved toward the bed and stopped to remove my socks. Now all I had on were my boxers. My cock however had found a way to pop out the front. Before I lay down, I slid my boxers down and off.

Lying beside Marsha, we started to kiss. Her hands were on my face. My hands were on here back. Slowly I moved my one hand around and cupped her tit. Marsha let out a soft moan. I massaged her tit and finally found her nipple. I pinched it and Marsha let out a bigger moan. Slowly her hand moved down from my face to my chest and then to my stomach. Finally she found my cock. Her hand circled my cock. It felt incredible. Slowly she started to stroke. I think it grew another 2 inches as she stroked me.