Challenge 34: Pick and Choose

[IsabellaRose]

THE CHALLENGE

Pick one item from each of the lists below and see what kind of story you can create.

List One

• On Lunch Break
• Having a Lazy Sunday
• Secure in a Safe House
• In the Wild West
• At a High School
• On Public Transit
• At a Wedding
• In the Middle of a Warzone
• On Christmas Morning
• In the Champagne Room at a Strip Club

List Two

• First Kiss
• First Time
• Masturbation
• Oral Sex
• Sex Toys
• Surprise Sex
• Teasing
• Break Up/Make Up Sex
• Fully Clothed
• Voyeurism
   

Deadline

• Midnight (EST) Saturday, 21 September 2024

Limits

• 1 entry per person
• no strict word limit, but please try to keep it around 2,000 words- remember, everyone has to read these to vote

Prizes

• 1st Place: 4,000 EcchiCredits
• 2nd Place: 2,000 EcchiCredits
• 3rd Place: 1,000 EcchiCredits

[MagnificentBastard]

Tanya had always been different, she had been a precious girl always too mature too smart for her age, she was a natural redhead, with a flawless ivory skin and cheerful, inquisitive personality. And despite the fact her father died when she was seven years old she seemed to be well adhust with no behavioural issues, an by ten years old it seemed clear to everyone that Tanya was in many ways ahead of the curve and destined to great things.

However no one could have predicted just how hard puberty and hormones hit the young girl, nothing she had read or experienced up that point could have prepared her it wasn't just her breasts that seemed to grow a full cup size every year, or the constant wetness she experienced, or even her voracious sexual needs that had has seen increase her masturbating from monthly, to weekly, to daily but it was what such desires had done her attending an all girls school.

It was a textbook case of Daddy issues, suddenly all her male teachers in highschool, made her feel things, it didn't matter if they were attractive or even nice, being near men like her late father, combined with her out of control hormones fuelee most of her early masturbating sessions, at first the scebrauos in her mind were tame, chaste and romantic, but as her lust tee and remained unfulfilled and as she heard stories from her girlfriends and she watched porn, her fantasies began to change.

By thirteen when ger affair with Mr Johnson had started, incidentally the man who most closely physically resembled her late father, she had no illusions she would marry any of her teachers, or Mr Johnson himself, she was a piece on the side and that was fine so as long as he gave it to her good and plenty. Masturbating had just her luster after her first fuck and since then she and Mr Johnson had done a lot.

She could still remember that first time where she seduced him, it was three weeks after her 13th birthday, her lust mean that by midday her panties are drenched and useless and in her sex crazed mind she had removed them and gone bare for the rest of the school day.  She still didn't knew why she had done it, sat up front, spread her legs, made sure she could see him. When he called her into his office at the end of the day, she deliberately sat in his desk and spread even wider, and in an act of madness and just he had 'raped' her then and thee on his desk.

The memory of her first hard fuck, the ecstasy she felt when a man stuffed her full of Cock in anger, was more than she greater than she had ever hoped, and more tempting and seducing than she feared, in short she was hooked, like junkie, right from the start.

Fir a while year they fucked not just in the school with his private office being their favorite place, but in the parking lot inside his car, in the auditorium were her moans had been amplified by the acoustic and drive him to fuck her harder,  a few times in the classroom just before the building would close and even in the teachers lounge whilst they watched her favourite porno, but they had done it at his house after she had made friends with her daughter and managed to get herself invited to a sleep over and she has grown so bold she invited him to her home for the weekend the first time her parents trusted her to be alone for the weekend.

By the time she was fourteen she had no more virgin holes to offer a husband and very few taboos, Mr Johnson broke things of shortly afterwards, the guilty and stress of being caught was too much.

But Tanya had come too far, and after a sustained campaign of teasing, imnuendos, naked pictures sent to his private email, calling him as she masturbated and even turning to his home when he was alone, his resolve has weakend. 'Just one more push' she thought.

That's what she thought as she entered his office and hid under the desk, she knew his Cock better than anyone, and she needed to get fucked ideally in every hole before the day was done.

She waited for him to enter the room and settle, making sure she witnessed him lock the door for privacy. And after 10 minutes she finally tried to unzip him.

"What the fuck?" He shouted as she looked up at him, the lack of light under the desk hiding her figure.

"I need it, no one needs to know" She pleaded, and he had to admit she had never looked so sexy.

"I can't keep doing this" He pleaded as he moved back and stood up trying to create distance between them but she could tell he was hard and getting harder. That's when she unleashed her secret weapon.

She came out from under his desk completely naked, her cult dripping her body smelling if lavender and sin.

"You can do anything you want, I'll even pretend to be your daughter" She said to anger him, to rile him up, and it worked.

"How dare you!?" He slapped her face but he didn't stop therez he slapped her supple tits and then her cunt, her wetness dirtying his hand, her moans after liked siren calls and in seconds he was upon her. Bending her over the desk fucking her in anger once more just like the first time and to Tanya it was the perfect way to have make up sex.

[IsabellaRose]

Kelsey sat on the metro hunched in on herself, trying to be as unobtrusive as possible in her baggy hoodie and sweatpants. It was her way in public. She tried to make herself unnoticeable, just another body on the train, no one worth looking at twice, no one worth noticing. Being small and inconspicuous had always kept her safe, as did the loose clothing and wide hood she always wore. If no one could see her, they wouldn't try to talk to her. It would be exactly the opposite as it was at work. At work they saw her. They saw everything. It was what they paid for, after all.

But the crowds at work were off limits. She'd learned from the mistakes of her coworkers. Customers made bad boyfriends. Still. Sometimes she got worked up. Sometimes the eyes on her bare flesh, the gropes in the champagne room, rubbing her body against some guy to get him aroused... sometimes it got her worked up, too. Honestly, it was ninety five percent acting. She just did what she did, pretended to be aroused, turned on, into the guys, collected the money, and left. Truth be told, getting aroused almost never happened. But when it did, when her imagination took over and she started thinking and letting her mind fill in blanks she hadn't intended to leave, she got it bad.

Right now, she had it bad. There had been a guy there, exactly her type. Tall, muscled but not too much, just cut, fit. He looked like his body would be hard. He'd been watching her, but hadn't come up to the stage when she danced. His friends had paid for the champagne room, and he'd come along, but he remained quiet, just watching, never touching, never saying anything disrespectful. She had been back there with Tonya and Missy, but his eyes had remained on her throughout their time in the back room. Missy had let a guy tittyfuck her, and Tonya had been the blowjob queen, but Kelsey had jut danced and looked enticing. The whole time he stared, grinning, as if they shared some secret.

At first she had been annoyed. She wanted him to stop staring. But that knowing look, that secret smile, something about the way he looked at her had fired her imagination. She'd started to pay attention to him, and by the end of the night, she was dancing just for him, although she'd never have admitted that to anyone. She had taken off her dance outfit thinking of him watching her, and the thought had aroused her. She hadn't been naked in front of him, at least not fully. She hadn't been one of the stars in the champagne room, just a side dancer to keep the atmosphere charged.

Now, sitting by herself on the train with half a dozen others up in the other end of the car, she remembered the way he looked at her. He'd been so focused, so intense, so... hot. She'd wanted him. She'd thought about him touching her. She never thought about customers. They were just boys to be teased and milked for cash. But he had someone caught her attention in the one place where all her defenses were up and she could resist anyone.

The train slowed at the next stop down from the club. She waited, looking up as a couple people got off and one person got on. One tall, fit, cut man with intense eyes. It wasn't him, but it looked a little like him, and she could feel the fantasy taking shape in her head. He'd asked about her, found out what train she took home, made a point of being on the same train.

He looked at her, barely able to see her face inside that big hood, but he must have liked what he imagined he saw, because he sat on the bench beside her, leaving an empty seat or two between them.

 

<and that's as far as I got before I got too tired to keep writing>

[Thatlazyemployee]

The room was filled with laughter and the gentle sound of champagne glasses clinking, the atmosphere heavy with celebration. But everything—the whispers, the toasts, the soft violin music seemed to fade into a distant noise as his eyes met hers.

She stood at the front of the hall, radiant in white. The bride. His bride. Well, not his. She was someone else's now, wasn’t she? She entered the room with a graceful elegance, her ivory silk gown draping around her as if it were an extension of her very essence. Her hair, swept elegantly back, revealed the pale column of her neck, the kind of neck that demanded attention that made his fingers twitch with the urge to trace its curve. The dress moved with her, every gentle line visible through the thin fabric, every soft curve of her waist making him think of things he shouldn’t want—or control—the fabric trailing behind her rustled softly as it passed under the chandelier light, shimmering slightly and a strange, dark, primal feeling crept up his spine.

The way the bodice of her dress hugged her chest, revealing just enough skin to make his mouth dry, but not enough to quench the dark thirst rising inside him. He shouldn’t be looking at her like this. Not here, not now. Not as she smiled that soft, angelic smile, her veil fluttering gently as if a breeze had slipped through the crowded room just to tease him.

But he couldn’t look away.

His pulse quickened. Faster, sharper now, like a pounding drum in his ears. His breath hitched as his eyes roamed lower, the way her hips shifted under the gown, the subtle, forbidden glimpses of her skin where the dress gave way to smooth lines.

He knew it was wrong. Every fiber of him screamed to look away, to tear his eyes from her and the tightness building in his chest. It only made it worse, somehow intensified the ache into something more jagged and unbearable. His fingers splayed out on the table, his hands curled as if grasping for something to hold onto.

The craving was too intense, a sharp, throbbing pain that seemed to match the rhythm of the music. His hands fidgeted by his sides, shaking from the strong urge to reach out, to experience something more than just the faint memory of what he wanted. Slowly, almost instinctively, one hand slid beneath the tablecloth, fingers brushing against the front of his trousers. The fabric strained against the hardness there, the heat and pressure that had been building from the moment she entered the room.

He swallowed, his throat dry, but he couldn’t stop. The thrill of it—the sheer filth of it—set his nerves on fire. His hand, sliding over himself at a pace that was firmly slow, fingertips curling against his cock as he felt the pressure of need throb beneath darkened flesh. The friction sent a shock along his body, and he hissed as he pressed down; the pull on his balls cause something to kindle in him. But his eyes never left her. She was still the center of his universe, still the object of his obsession.

She was laughing now, head thrown back, eyes half-closed in mirth, and his throat constricted. The veil slipped, revealing more of her neck, her collarbone, the light sheen of sweat that kissed her skin. God, she was close enough to touch, close enough to reach out and his hand drifted, slow and deliberate, pressing against his thigh, as if testing the boundaries of his own restraint. But there was none, was there? Not anymore. His body thrummed with tension, with need. 

No one would notice, he told himself. No one would know. His hand moved beneath the table, faster and firmer, as his gaze never left her. He could feel it now, that familiar ache, the pulse of desire thumping through him, demanding release.

And she sat there, still smiling and laughing, totally unaware of the storm inside him, how much he desired her with all his heart. His breaths were uneven, and the world seemed blurry as strong feelings rushed through his veins. It was just him, her, and the relentless urge he could never satisfy.

She danced, the groom’s hand on her waist, spinning her gently across the floor, and with every twirl, the fabric of her dress caught the light, revealing glimpses of her legs, the smooth curve of her thigh beneath the gown’s shimmering folds. His fingers tightened their grip, and he bit down hard on the inside of his cheek, struggling to keep his composure as the sick, twisted pleasure built inside him. God, she was so close. If only she knew.

But she didn’t. She smiled up at her new husband, her laughter ringing out across the room, utterly unaware of the storm she had set off in him. He wanted to hate her for it, for being so untouchable, so perfect, yet so far out of reach. The idea, though, of how innocent she truly was and just how unaware she really was of the darkness in his thoughts only heated that longing; making it sizzle. He could almost feel the softness of her skin, the warmth of her body, just inches away, and the thought sent another shudder of need racing through him.

His hand moved faster now, still hidden beneath the table, stroking himself with firm, resolved pressure. Every movement sent a wave of heat coursing through him, his body trembling with the force of it. He was close—so painfully, achingly close. The shame clawed at him, whispering in the back of his mind that this was wrong, that he should stop, but the thrill of it, the secret thrill of touching himself in the middle of her wedding reception, was too much to resist.

She looked around the room and quickly glanced at him. In that instant, his heart started beating fast. Her quick, honest look was almost too much for him. Did she know? Could she tell? Could she feel the strong emotion inside him, the silent request in his intense, longing stare?

But then the moment was gone, her attention pulled back to the groom, to the celebration, to the world she belonged to, a world he could never touch. His hand still gripped himself, his pulse still pounding, his body on fire with a need that refused to subside. He couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to.

The ache hadn’t gone away. If anything, it had only gotten worse.

[bumpnrun]

Sweat trickled down his neck as Rex Martin sat his horse in the brush below the hot mid-morning sun. The bounty hunter had become the hunted, or at least it seemed. He had been listening intently for the last twenty minutes as well as watching his horse’s every move. Several times the horse’s ears pricked up and his haunches tightened, telling Rex something was out there.

Four days prior, it had been a quick stop in Eagle Butte to rest his horse and resupply. He kept his ear to the ground and learned that the three hombres he was after had been through the area a week before. A day later he was back on the trail, casting wide circles looking for signs of their passing.

During this process of looking for a trail of three fast moving horses, he discovered a lone track that was fresh. Probably just some lone puncher looking for strays, he thought, but the lone track going the same general direction puzzled him. Backtracking that single horse, Rex found where it had stood for some time watching him.

Another day went by and he rose early. Making a fire of dry wood no bigger than his hands, he made his morning coffee and had some jerked meat. Taking his coffee, he walked a little ways from camp to scout the terrain ahead. It was then that he spotted what seemed like a little wisp of fog in the distance. Except it was too hot and dry for fog. He knew someone had just smothered a small campfire and what had appeared to be fog was smoke.

Now wary, the third day found him circling around several times to check his back trail. It was then that he thought he saw the quick reflection of sunlight off something shiny. Perhaps a shiny button on a saddle or a rifle barrel. What worried Rex the most was that in another day he would be leaving the wooded area he was in and heading into open country. He didn’t want to be watching his back with three tough hombres out in front of him.

The saddle creaked as he shifted his weight and his horses ears pricked up again. This time Rex heard it too. Just a little shuffling sound like a squirrel digging through some leaves looking for something to eat. But something else was troubling him, he hadn’t seen a bird anywhere in the last fifteen minutes. It was deathly quiet except for the occasional sound of and insect buzzing around.

Rex slid his hand up his thigh and eased the loop off the hammer of his Colt. Resting a hand on the butt, he started  to slowly turn his head when something suddenly slammed into the back of his head. His brain saw a brilliant flash of light then all went dark. Muscle memory sent his hands to the pommel of his saddle as the feeling of falling overtook him.

 

How much time went by he did not know but Rex Martin woke with a splitting head ache. He did not open his eyes but listened intently as he tried to get his bearings. His legs were sprawled out in front of him and his back seemed to be against a tree. His arms were pulled behind him and his wrists were bound with thin rawhide rope.

Slowly he opened his eyes to mere slits. His big roan was picketed with a smaller gray horse across a twenty foot clearing in the trees. In the middle of the clearing was his saddle, boots, hat, gun belt, and his gear. Next to it, sitting on a saddle, was a young woman with a double barrel shotgun pointed right at him.

“Bout time you woke up,” she ventured, her voice as hard as the ground he lay on.

“If yer after my poke, it’s in my saddle bags…but you already got that, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I had a look at yer poke an it ain’t much…I think ya got more.”

Planting the butt of her shotgun on the ground, she got to her feet in a quick cat-like move. Rex looked at the young woman dressed in rough frontier clothes. He noticed a six gun struck in her waist band and he decided she probably knew how to use it.

“I think that belt yer wearing looks a little thicker than it should…now we can do this the easy way or the hard way, but I’m gonna have a look at that belt… GIT UP.”

Her soft steady voice suddenly became as dark as her leather tanned skin as she pointed the shotgun at his stomach. Rex slowly worked his feet under him and backed his way up against the tree. Her lips parted slightly,  but the little half-smile she gave sent shivers up Rex’s spine. Setting her shotgun down by her saddle, she walked around him and behind the tree. Suddenly rex’s arms were yanked back even tighter as she removed all chance of his movement.

Coming around the front of the tree she reached behind her and yanked out a knife from her waistband, the blade singing as it left its sheath,

“Now Mr. Martin, we’re gonna have a little fun. Yeah, I know who you are.”

Stepping close, she slid the point of the blade under his top shirt button and gave it a little flick, the button disappeared.

“I saw you in Eagle Butte and I just had to know who you were, especially after I saw you coming out of Maggie’s Brothel. Them two bit whores loved to talk after I loosened their lips with a little whiskey. Said you had a big poke. Said they seen it. Now I’m gonna see it.”

The knife suddenly flashed and the last four shirt buttons hit the ground. With the point of her knife she pried his belt from its loop. Her free hand gave it a yank and it fell open. Her knife flashed again and the buttons of his fly were gone. Putting the knife back in its sheath, she turned to him once more.

“Moment of truth Mr. Martin.”

Her rough trail hardened hands sunk deep in his britches and fished out ten full inches of hardening cock and a double handfull of sweaty balls.

“Them whores were right, Mr. Martin, that’s quite a poke you got, and now it’s mine!”

[NyxAvatar69]

Because it must be said, all characters in this story are 18+.  I did sort of rush at the end, and I did go over a bit, but I wanted an ending to the story.  Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go spend at least an hour screaming into the void in embarrassment.

 

It was late after school, and most of the students had already gone home for the day.  A young man named Cody sat in a chair in the hallway, aimlessly looking at things on his phone.  He had been asked to help a teacher with an experiment of hers, the science instructor named Amy Osborne, who was known around the school for being a bit strange.  She had promised him extra credit for helping her, so he had taken the offer.  Even so, nearly two hours had passed since he had been told to wait in the hall.  The sun was already starting to set and Cody had hoped to stop by the convenience store on his way home.  Just when he was about to cut his losses and go home, the door to the science lab finally opened, and a black haired woman wearing a lab coat stepped out.

"You were sure taking your time in there," Cody said to the woman, who looked at the young man with a smile.

"Sorry about that, I was preparing everything I needed.  Come in," Amy said, making her way back inside the room.  Cody stuffed his phone into the pocket of his school uniform and followed the teacher into the science lab.  While most of the room was clean since classes were out for the day, the teacher's large desk was covered in papers, bottles, and vials of various sizes.  Formulas that Cody didn't understand at all had been written on the blackboard.

"So what am I supposed to even be doing?" Cody questioned as the teacher walked over to her desk and picked up a vial filled with a strange, light pink liquid.

"You're going to help me collect a bit of data.  First, drink this," Amy answered, handing the vial to Cody.  The boy raised an eyebrow, watching as the woman grabbed a clipboard from off the table.

"What is this supposed to be?" Cody asked.

"Part of the experiment.  Trust me, it should be safe to drink.  My other helper didn't seem to have any trouble.  Speaking of which, we're going off to see her, so hurry and drink up," Amy answered casually as she walked by and moved towards the door.

'Another helper?  Ms. Osborne never said anything about that until now,' Cody thought.  In his head, he wondered what this experiment was that required two people.  At the same time, he remembered promising he would help in exchange for the extra credit, so he drank the strange pink concoction given to him.  He winced as the bitter experimental liquid went down his throat. but otherwise didn't feel different at all.  Once the task was done, he put the vial on the table closest to him and followed Amy out of the classroom.  The two made their way down the hall and up a flight of stairs with Amy not saying a thing.  Upon reaching the top of the stairs, Cody stopped when he heard the sound of panting coming from one of the classrooms up ahead.

"Sounds like it's already taken effect," Amy said as she walked.

"Taken effect?" Cody questioned as he followed her, the pair stopping at the third door to the right.  The door itself was slightly opened, allowing the pair to see inside.  Alone inside the classroom was a girl laying on two desks she had likely pushed together.  Her clothes sat discarded on the floor while she was facing the door, her legs spread open.  two fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy.  Cody's whole face was red as he watched the girl pleasure herself, but at the same time he couldn't keep his eyes off of her.  He was so distracted watching her, he failed to pay attention to Ms. Osborne writing something down on her clipboard.  Once she was done, Amy put a hand on Cody's shoulder.  The young man had been so distracted that the feeling of someone's hand on him nearly made him shout, but he managed to cover his mouth in time.  It took a great deal of effort for him to turn his attention towards the teacher.  She smiled and loudly opened up the door, stepping into the room.  When the girl heard the sound of the door open, she looked up and saw Amy and Cody before letting out a scream and covering herself with her arms as best she could.

"It looks like you were enjoying yourself, Lena," Amy said while she closed the door behind her.  "Cody, this is Lena, from the class next to yours.  Lena, this is Cody," she added, giving brief introductions despite the situation.

"Ms. Osborne, what was that thing you made me drink?  Why did you bring him here?" Lena quickly questioned, pointing at Cody.

"And why is she here playing with herself?" Cody asked.

"I-I never meant to do that!  It's just...my body feels so weird right now," Lena said, blushing and turning away from Cody and Amy.  The teacher couldn't help but shrug as the two asked their questions.  She leaned back against the door and flipped to another page on her clipboard.  With her free hand, she put up two fingers.

"I gave the two of you an experimental drug a client at my other job wanted.  It would be bad if I tested it on myself, so I took advantage of some people who would be willing to," Amy began.

"An experimental drug?  Isn't it illegal to give high school students untested drugs like that?" Cody questioned.  Amy slowly looked away and began to whistle.  After a few moments, she clapped her hands together.

"Don't worry, it's fine.  I've done proper testing on it to make sure it won't kill the subject...probably.  It does have some side effects, as you've seen.  In fact, you should be feeling them any moment now," Amy continued.  Shortly after Amy had spoke, Cody could feel a strange heat spread throughout his body.  He began to cough a bit, but the main thing was he felt his cock harden.  Amy tilted her head and started writing, muttering to herself as she wrote.

"Strong aphrodisiac effects on both men and women.  Interesting," Amy muttered.  Once she was done, she turned her attention to Cody.  She stepped forward and reached out her hand, grabbing Cody's cock.  The boy couldn't help but let out a light groan at the mere touch of his teacher's hand.  She smiled a bit and turned her gaze towards Lena, who was watching.

"Do you like what you see, Lena?" Amy asked.  Lena's eyes darted around as she tried to think of an excuse, but her eyes always fell back on Cody's cock and Amy's hand holding it.

"Why don't you come over here and get a closer look?" Amy continued.  Lena hesitated for a moment, but soon stepped off the desk and walked over.  Her hand reached out, running along the length still in Cody's pants.  Amy couldn't help but laugh a bit when she saw the look on the boy's face.  She leaned in closer to Cody and whispered in his ear.

"You don't need to be shy, you know.  It's all part of the experiment.  Why don't you show her what you've got?" Amy whispered, stepping back and returning to her original spot against the door.  Cody bit his lip, conflicted between whether or not he should go along with the whole thing.  He couldn't deny the feeling of Lena's hand on his cock felt good, but at the same time, he had not intended to be a test dummy for an experimental drug.

 

Several minutes had passed, and Cody found himself sitting in a chair in the middle of the classroom.  He had taken his pants off, leaving his cock fully exposed.  In that time, Any had been talking to Lena about something, but since they were whispering, he didn't know what it was.  Soon, Lena had made her way over to him and gotten onto her knees in front of him.  She slowly turned her head towards Amy, who was watching with an amused smile, before turning back towards Cody.  Lena slowly leaned forward and opened her mouth, slowly taking Cody's cock into her mouth.  Lena had never done such a thing before, and yet the side effects of the experimental drug guided her along as she slowly bobbed her head up and down.  As she slowly sucked Cody's cock, Lena's hand slowly reached down towards her wet pussy.  One of her fingers quickly found it's way inside her.  All the while, Amy kept a watch over the pair, her pen racing across the papers as she observed their actions and expressions.

Cody bit his lip, trying to hold back the feeling within him as Lena moved faster.  He wanted to avoid cumming in the girl's mouth, but the feeling of her wet mouth on his cock soon became too much for him.  He shot a load into Lena's mouth, white streaks dripping out of her mouth and onto her bare skin.  Cody slowly moved away, a thread of white connecting his cock with Lena's lips.  Cody watched as the girl slowly opened her mouth, filled with his sticky white fluid.  She closed her mouth and struggled to swallow it, but she had managed to do it.

"Ms. Osborne...my body feels even hotter now," Lena managed to say after a short silence, looking down at the floor.  Amy looked down at her notes, then back to Lena and Cody.

"Is that right?  In that case, we may need to take other measures," Amy said, turning her attention to Cody.  "You'll have to give her something more direct to help her.  Looks like today's your lucky day, Cody," she added.

"What do you mean?" Cody questioned.

"I mean have sex with her.  What did you think I meant?" Amy replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.  She tapped her pen against her clipboard as she explained.  "According to the notes I've collected, it seems by expelling your semen, you were able to reduce the effects of the drug.  But what about Lena?  She's saying the effects have only gotten worse, and I certainly can't send her home the way she is now," she explained.

"Yeah, but..."

"If you're going to say some nonsense like how it's wrong to rob a girl's first time like this, don't.  Sometimes, sacrifices need to be made for the sake of science.  Besides, if not you, any other boy would probably do.  I'm sure one of the baseball team boys are still here after practice.  I could always ask one of them to help Lena's prob-" Amy shot back, but Cody stopped her from finishing her sentence.

"I don't like how you said that all of this is just for science.  Do our feelings not matter?" Cody questioned, clenching his fists.  Amy didn't answer, instead turning and starting to walk towards the door.

"I'll give you five minutes.  If you don't want to do it, I'll find someone else.  I'll be sure the two of you still get the extra credit for helping me, naturally," Amy said without bothering to look at Cody, opening the door and walking out.  She closed the door behind her, leaving Cody alone with Lena.  He didn't say anything to her, unsure of what he should say to her.  He felt like he was being used to treat Lena like an object, and he didn't like that.  Before he could voice his objections, Lena broke the silence.

"Maybe she's right," Lena finally said.  Cody turned his head to look at her, his brown eyes meeting her blue ones.

"If we have to do it, I...I'd rather do it right now, here.  It would feel weird with another guy like this," she added.

"But are you sure, though?  Don't you think this whole thing is wrong?" Cody asked.

Lena slowly nodded.  "Yeah, it is a bit wrong, but...I hear my friends talk all the time about how good sex feels.  I've never really had the chance to experience it myself," Lena replied, blushing and looking down at the floor.  She slowly looked back up at Cody.  "That's why...I don't mind if it's you." she added with a small smile.  While Cody still felt like the entire thing was wrong, he had decided to honor Lena's request.

 

"It's not too late, you know?" Cody asked.  The pair had moved to the back of the classroom, where Cody had taken a seat on the floor with his back against the wall.  Lena was standing over him, looking down at his hard cock.  She slowly moved down, putting her hands on Cody's shoulders and moving closer to him.  Cody could feel Lena's wet pussy rubbing up against the head of his cock, and soon it began to spread open the girl's folds.  Lena bit her lip, trying to fight back the pain as Cody's cock slowly entered her as she moved down.  She tightly wrapped her arms around him and pulled herself close to him, her bare body pressing up against him.  She lightly whimpered as she tried to endure the pain, and Cody slowly rubbed Lena's back, hoping it would help her.  Once the pain had subsided a bit, Lena slowly began to move.  As his cock slowly moved in and out of Lena's tight pussy, he couldn't help but groan.  Lena's soft panting was in his ear, temping him to thrust up into her to hear the girl make more noises.  He didn't know where such thoughts were coming from and assumed it was another effect of the experimental drug on his mind.

The pain Lena had felt initially had soon gone away, replaced with a much different feeling.  She began moving her hips faster, pressing her breasts up against Cody's chest.  She slowly moved in and pressed her lips against Cody's pushing him into the wall as she bounced up and down on his cock.  Her body craved more and more of him, wanting him to fill her with his cum like he had done with her mouth earlier.  Lena couldn't fight back against the feelings welling up inside her.  All she could think about in that moment in time was what was in front of her.  Cody himself, who had initially been against the whole thing, soon found himself holding Lena close to him, kissing her neck or fondling her breasts.  Before long, both of them were at their limit and Cody shot a load of his cum deep inside the girl's pussy.  That had not been enough for either of them, however.  Before long, Cody had Lena bent over a desk, tightly grabbing her hips as he thrust deep inside her.  Both of them had lost track of time, lost in their own world.

 

Early the next morning, Cody had made his way to school as he usually did.  For some reason, a large chunk of what had happened the previous day had been a blank in his mind.  The most he remembered about what happened after school was that Ms. Osborne, the science instructor, had asked for his help with something.  After that, however, everything was a blank.  As he tried to recall what happened, he walked past a blue eyed girl who looked familiar to him.  All he knew about her was that her name was Lena and she was from the class next to his.  When he thought about her name, he felt like something significant had happened between them, but he couldn't remember what it was.

Back in the science lab, Amy Osborne was sitting at her desk, going over the results of her experiment.

"It's hard to believe those two were virgins until yesterday.  They were going at it like rabbits in there.  I may need to tone down the dosage of some of the ingredients a bit.  I wouldn't want my client fucking some poor girl all night long," she said to herself, writing down some notes in a notebook.  "Strange how memory loss is one of the side effects, though.  I saw Lena and she didn't seem to remember anything at all.  In a way, that may be a good thing," she added, remembering the things Cody had said to her the previous night.

"Maybe it was wrong, but sometimes science isn't exactly right.  I got my results, and that's all that matters," Amy said, smiling a bit as she set down her notebook and turned towards the window, looking out at the school's campus and the students coming in for the day.

[Jack Of Clubs]

"The Man in Black "

 

The sun hung high in a cloudless sky, the burning orb cast its searing gaze down on the town of Red Rock, the heat radiated through every person who found themselves caught in its gaze. The air crackled with a dry heat, the sounds of distant cicadas singing their plea to the sky, the restless shuffle of horses with their coats glistening with sweat, the murmur of towns folk hustling from building to building to escape the heat. Red Rock, a town that not many knew of, even fewer cared for, but that mattered little to those who call it home. The town’s people were a collection of all types, from the elderly store owners to the ladies of the night at the saloon brothel, there were all types in the town of Red Rock.

 

Clara, a sharp-tongued fare skinned young lady known for her quick wit and curvaceous frame nursed a whiskey at the counter of the saloon bar, the bar keep polished a glass. The saloon pianist played a jaunty tune as a group of halfway drunk miners accompanied by the ladies of the brothel upstairs laughed and cheered in the corner as they played cards. A coach pulling up outside the saloon was the thing that drew Clara’s attention away from finding out what lay at the bottom of her glass. She slowly spun in her stool to face the entrance to the saloon; the coach driver dismounted his seat and opened the door of the vehicle. The figure that emerged from the dark shadows of the coach was a tall, broad individual wearing a black duster, his face obscured by the shadow cast from the brim of his hat as he approached the saloon. As his boot hit the wood of the deck out front of the saloon the heavy sound of the leather sole of his boots hitting the wood was all Clara could hear, for a moment the stranger took all her attention as he entered.

            After hanging his coat and hat on the provided rack the man in black took a seat at the bar, the stool strained and creaked under the weight of the stranger. “Rudy, you ever see that man in here before?” Clare whispered leaning over the counter to talk to Rudy, the bar keep. “I can’t say one way or another if I have Miss Clara, he seems a might familiar, but I’m not fully certain. He caught your eye has he Miss Clara, someone finally going to get at that old lock box of a heart you have?” Rudy teased her with a jovial chuckle, as he put an arm up to deflect the playful hit from Clara that followed his comment. “No, a little bit curious not often we get new faces in this town, especially new faces that look like that.”

The man in black was indeed a sight unfamiliar to the sleepy town of Red Rock, the scars that riddled his forearms visible due to the rolled-up sleeves of the black button down he wore under a black leather vest. The scar adorning the right side of his face and the accompanying eye patch, his worn leather pants that shifted under his chaps as he moved on the stool where he sat, and the dirt covered boots that rest on the foot rail of the bar. All an abnormality in Red Rock, no one dressed in such a way, no one had the need to, the man in black was clearly a man in a gritty line of work.

The man in black raised a hand then two fingers making eye contact with Rudy as he did so, the short bar tender walked over and asked, “What’s your pleasure stranger?” The man spoke his voice deep and raspy, it reminded Clara of the low rumble of a herd of cattle in the distance mixed with gravel underfoot, “I’ll have what she’s having, fill her up while you’re at it,” he said gesturing to Clara with two fingers. Clara nodded at him and stood from the stool she was perched upon with a thud as her boots connected with the wooden floor, her dress falling down around her ankles, she walked over to the man in black and took up residence on the stool beside him, she leaned on the bar directing the low cut of her dress in such a way that he could have a pretty view of her breasts as the two talked. “Where did you blow in from, stranger in black?” she asks, taking a sip from her glass.

He smiled a crooked smile at her, “No where special, just figured it was time to come on home is all.” He replied after looking away from her and taking a drink from the glass that had found its way to him. “Home, you from Red Rock then?” She said her tone grew low and sultry as she spoke, the man’s attention lingered on the electric light flickering by the mirror behind the bar. “The man who left was, not too certain that same man has come back,” his eyes fell to the glass in front of him as he spun it slowly between his finger and thumb. Clara’s head cocked to the side to better see the mans face, her eyes narrowing trying to put together who he was, “Boone?” she murmured under her breath, the sliver of recognition in her eyes as the pieces fell into place in her mind.

“How you been Clara?” he said that crooked smile gracing his features once more as he met her gaze. “Boone, is that really you, truly,” she asked taking his face in her hands and leaning closer to him, “they said you had died.” Boone’s eye drifted closed as he pressed his cheek deeper into her hand, the warmth of her skin soothing the years of sorrow, of pain, of loss. “God, I’ve missed those hands something awful,” he said his voice laced with a twinge of pain. His mind drifted back to decades past when they were nothing more than dumb teenagers doing stupid things.

“Come on you fuddy!” the voice of a young Clara no older than eighteen rang out through the woods, “I’m coming I’m coming” the young painless, energy filled voice of Boone called back in response. They were heading to the lake, as they often did to wake up in the morning. Clara was halfway undressed by the time Boone got to the lake side, the ethereal light of the golden hour reflecting off the lake framing the form of the young woman as he arrived, stopping in his tracks at the sight, stunned more than usual. She had always been a beautiful girl but something about that day at the lake, was it the light, the gentle fog rolling over the still surface adding to the other worldly nature of the scene or was it because that was the morning he saw her in a different way. She was no longer just his friend, she had grown to be more than that, she had taken up residence in his mind and refused to leave. “Quit your gawking boy and take those clothes off” she said with that giggle that he had come to hear in his dreams. She did not bother waiting for him and jumped off a rock into the frigid water, the spray of her splash painting a rainbow that hung in the sky.

Boone’s eye slowly drifted back open, meeting the eyes he had come to miss more than the relief of water after a long day’s ride in the sun. “God look at those eyes, how long I’ve been waiting to see them again,” he said in a low whisper his right hand coming to rest on her hand that held his face, his thumb softly rubbing the back of her hand. “What took you so long to come back to me?” she asked tears were starting to well in her eyes. “You left without even saying goodbye, what did I do, why did you leave me?” Clara thought back to that day when she went to his house looking for him early in the morning.

The knock echoed through the house followed by the creak of the door opening, “Hello, Boone?” The voice of young Clara echoed through the still, silent house; she would look everywhere in the house but found no one. She sat down on the steps leading up to the farmhouse, her mind racing as she wondered where he was, she sat on those steps all day waiting for him to come home, finally, she buried her face in her knees, the sound of soft crying filling the empty silence of the once lively homestead of Boone’s family. He had left, why, he never even said goodbye to her, would she ever see him again?

She looked at his marred face, her mind raced with ideas of what could have happened to him all these years, her vision blurred from the tears beginning to flow from her eyes. Boone traced a slow path down her arm with his hand, leaving a phantom touch as he reached out to wipe a tear from her cheek, “No need to shed a tear their ain’t no need for it, there wasn’t a thing you dun wrong, there ain’t nothin you could ever do that would push me away darlin.” His one good eye softened as he looked at her, “I’m sorry it took me all this time to get back to you,” She pulled him closer her lips slamming into his with the passion of years lost to pain and heartache. She broke the kiss, a smack echoing throughout the saloon as Claras hand connected with the side of Boones face, “You dumb boy, don’t you dare leave me ever again, you hear” Boones eye widened in surprise as his hand came to rub the side of his face where a red mark was starting to form. “Yes Ma'am, heard loud and clear, you know that’s the first time you ever kissed me,” He replied a grin playing at his lips as he looked at her. “Oh, shut up you fuddy,” she said her hands grabbing his collar pulling him back into a kiss.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, her hands gripping the back of his hair. His hands wrapped around her waist the two stood awkwardly from the stools never breaking the kiss. She broke the kiss with a soft pop and whispered softly, “I need you” she followed the plea by jumping onto him wrapping her legs around him. Clara slammed a collection of change on the bar and said, “For a room,” to Rudy between kisses. The two made their way upstairs, Boone supporting Clara as her legs gripped his waist tightly, there was a soft thud as Claras back hit the mattress of the bed. Boone’s lips moved from hers going down her neck softly sucking as he went, the feeling of his warm lips and moist tongue on her skin sent shivers cascading through her body. The wetness started to dampen her breeches as she found herself becoming increasingly aroused, she felt the soft touch of Boone’s fingers as they pealed the material of her dress off her shoulders and down her arms. His lips moved down her neck and onto her collarbone as he undid the buttons on the back of her dress holding her close.

Clara’s dress quickly found itself on the floor of the room followed in quick succession by her coreset, breeches as well as Boones collection of clothing. Boone was on top of her, his tongue exploring every centimeter of her erect nipple and areola. His fingers roamed her folds as they searched for her clitoris, she let out a loud pleasure filled moan as he found it, his fingers slick with her juices rubbing her. Boone found his mind consumed with a need to pleasure her, to make up all the years they had missed, to give her the pleasure of a thousand days. Boone’s fingers found their way into her entrance coaxing a loud moan from her lips as her hands gripped the comforter of the bed beneath her. “I need you inside me now,” she demanded grabbing his head and pulling him up, their lips once more colliding in a passionate kiss. The throbbing member of Boone pressed against her pelvis before she seized it in her hand and moved to take the long hard member into her mouth coating it in a thick layer of her saliva. Clara bobbed her head up and down on his member slowly, softly sucking as she did, she looked up at him, her eyes wandering over his scar-ridden body. Her mind raced with a need to make up for all that pain, to make him feel enough pleasure to make up for his suffering.

The feeling of his saliva coated member as it pierced her entrance caused Clara to let out a loud squeal followed by a moan; her fingers gripped the skin of his back as he began to thrust into her. A soft moan left Boones lips as his breath began to grow more feral and heavier as the two became one, sounds of wet skin slapping against wet skin filled the room joining with the erotic cacophony of breathing and moaning. The erotic sound only added to the ravenous desire of the two as they fucked, Clara’s hand grabbed his head pulling him down into a kiss, forced to his elbows by her actions. Their bodies forced closer, his member reaching deeper inside her cavern, he went so deep he hit her cervix. As he was forced deeper inside her it caused her to reach orgasm, her body shook her walls tightening around his member which was already on the verge of climax, the extra stimulation put him over the edge as he exploded deep inside her with a moan, the two came in unison moaning into a passionate kiss as he filled her.

The two lay together, basking in the afterglow of their encounter, Boone wrapped his arms under her back drawing himself closer to her. He buried his face in Clara’s bountiful breasts, he could hear her heartbeat as he held her, the rhythm of her heart as she settled, her heart rate slowing to a normal rhythm soothing him as he listened. Clara ran her finger through his hair softly massaging his head, “I’ve waited so long to do that with you Boone, after hearing that you were dead, I had resigned myself to the fact I would never be able to.” He looked up at her, you mean, “I’m glad I waited for you to be my first” He said with a smile she shook her head no, “I’m sorry I didn’t wait for you.” He looked up at her through her breasts, “you thought I was dead you ain’t go to feel guilty for movin on with your life,” Clara pulled him gently into a kiss, “I love you Boone,” He smiles, “I love you too Clara.”