Zak and Amelia enjoyed their continued teenage experimentation; albeit most of it restricted by the confines of a car. However, one night Amelia's parents were gone for the evening and Amelia invited Zak over.
All summer Zak had been training in preparation for his upcoming college soccer season. He was in the best shape of his life. He was stronger and his "motor" seemed to last forever. With this fitness came an even higher level of confidence.
Amelia sensed a change in Zak. He was always sure of himself. But now he was tuned into her feelings and doing the subtle things that she loved. A firm hand on her lower back as he guided her through a crowd. Asking her to bend over and stay bent over for an extra second when she would pick the ball out of the hole at mini-golf. While waiting in line at the grocery store, he would run his hand up the back of her scalp and give her hair a quick strong tug. He paid for everything and thanked her for her company. He was witty without being negative or sarcastic. Small and seemingly minor things to an outsider but these were pure gold to Amelia.
When she called Zak, she knew that there would be nothing subtle about this evening. They both had been waiting for a chance to express themselves sexually. She saw his headlights pulling into the driveway and met him at the door with a big hug and deep kiss. Zak closed the door and smiled at her. It was a mischevious grin. She was in for it. And she couldn't wait.
"Hey beautiful. Strip," Zak ordered. Amelia quickly removed her tank top, lace bra, tight shorts and a simple white cotton thong. Zak pointed to the bedroom and playfully slapped her tight ass as he followed behind her up the stairs. Amelia intentionally slowed down so he could get a smack each time she took a step. They were in her bedroom less than a minute after he arrived.
"Get in the bed on your back sweetheart," Zak said. As she settled in, Zak put her arms above her head. Amelia's bed had slats in the headboard and Zak placed her hands between the slats and tenderly wrapped her fingers around them. "These hands don't move unless I say so. Understand?" said Zak. Amelia simply nodded. Zak then reached down spreading her legs wide and slightly bending them at the knees.
Zak moved to the base of the bed. As he stripped, he devoured Amelia's full young firm breasts, erect nipples and already glistening pussy with his eyes. She was ripe and ready. He burned the sight of her into the hard drive of his mind.
Normally Zak enjoyed foreplay. But this time he was taking what he wanted. He climbed between Amelia's legs, grabbed her calves and doubled Amelia's athletic and limber body over so that her ankles were now by her ears. He then slid his arms down her calves to the backsides of her knees and placed his hands on the bed using his biceps to pin her legs.
Zak raised into a push up position with his hard-on poised directly above her stretched, moist and fully exposed pussy. Amelia expected Zak to slam hard into her but he surprised her by entering slowly. Zak methodically drilled his first stoke as deep as he could go eliciting small sexual sounds from Amelia. They usually had sex in the cramped quarters of the car which restricted both of them. There were no such confines on the bed and Zak wanted savor each moment.
Zak began to increase the pace. From one stoke every five seconds, to one every four seconds, then one every three, once every two, once every second and then finally a strong piston like pace almost as fast and hard as he could go. He was now lifting his full body off the bed and then slamming it, frog style, directly onto her, focusing all his energy on his pelvis area.
As the pace increased, Amelia's body responded. When Zak reached full speed, every thrust resulted in an an explosive mixture of pleasure and friction. In the comfort of her own bed, Amelia let her emotions free. She found her voice. A uniquely loud sexually savage sound emitted from Amelia on every downstroke.
Zak wasn't slowing down and Amelia's release was imminent. As Zak was in an upstroke, Amelia practically screamed, "Can I cum?" Zak responded by slamming her pinned body with an even stronger hip motion eliciting another almost orgasmic scream. "Please let me cum,"Amelia yelled, She knew he heard him this time but Zak slammed her again. She knew the next one was the one. As Zak raised his pelvis up, he leaned over and whispered quietly in her ear "Cum" and slammed her again holding the down stroke and grinding his pelvis into hers. Amelia's orgasm started at her clit but quickly expanded into the rest of her body causing convulsions which would have been more pronounced had she not been pinned. Rather then slow down, Zak pounded Amelia even harder causing several after shocks. He was taking her to new heights.
Amelia's orgasms were too much for Zak and he felt his own building. He pulled his cock from Amelia's now sopping pussy, released her legs and climbed up to where he was straddling her chest above her breasts. "Bring your hands to me." he said. Amelia released her grip on the headboard and reached towards Zak. He grabbed her wrists and put one arm under each one of his knees. He left enough slack in her arms so she could do what amounted to a crunch.
Amelia's mouth was now inches from Zak's glistening cock. She lifted her head a little and opened her mouth knowing instinctively what he wanted. Instead, Zak reached one hand back between her legs, dipping his middle finger into her pussy and then bringing the finger to her lips so she could taste her own juices. She sucked at his finger hungrily.
Zak then reached both of his hands behind her head lifting it up so it was level with his cock. Once again he began slowly. He was on top of the world. He took another mental picture of her mouth filled with his pussy juice covered cock. Picking up the pace he began to face fuck her.
Amelia's head and mouth were immobilized. So she focused on creating as much pleasure with her tongue each time he entered her mouth. By the sounds he was making, Amelia knew her Zak was close.
He took his hands of the back of her head and grabbed the hair on the top of her head with his left hand. His pulled his cock out of her mouth with his right hand kept it pointed at her face. His load landed first on her right eye, then her hair and then on her lips and chin. He tried to cover her entire face.
Zak released her hair and moved his knees to allow Amelia to free her arms. She reached up and squeezed the last drops from him onto her chest. She smiled with her face still covered. "I don't know why, but I love it when you cum on my face." she said. Zak smiled back. "I do. You love it because you know it pleases me. You love being my slut." And she knew he was right.
Unfortunately, Amelia and Zak didn't last. They continued to see each other but something was missing. Their "break up" was mutual and amicable. They went to lunch near the end of the summer and talked it out. Both intuitively realized that they were a sexual match but they were too young.
Ironically, Amelia and Zak went to the same college and both played soccer. During the freshman training camp Amelia met Zak in his dorm room and they fucked passionately. She told Zak that she would be sexually available to him anytime he wanted for the next 4 years. Zak took advantage of the offer a couple of times, but Amelia got a boyfriend who Zak liked and the sexual relationship quietly ended.
Zak made his way through college with a variety of mediocre vanilla sexual encounters, a couple of pretty hot three ways and an occasional willing soccer groupie. But nothing smoking hot or appropriately submissive.
Zak would use these encounters to hone his sexual skills. In addition to developing his physical abilities, Zak worked on learning the inner workings of a woman's mind.
Zak learned that many women put on strong fronts often using the word "perfect" in describing their socially acceptable relationships. But in their heart of hearts, they didn't want the perfect nice guy. They wanted a man to "man up" and take control of a situation. They wanted a man who would to take them places mentally and physically where they were afraid to go on their own. Zak made an effort to identify these M&M girls (hard shell covering a softer inside). If he could spot these girls and then narrow them even further to those who had a submissive streak, he would have his target demographic.
Zak also focused his physical criteria. He liked a stronger rougher sexual relationship and would nicely but quickly eliminate those who weren't enthusiastically on board. He liked thinner, fit, attractive women. Breast size wasn't important to him. He liked long legs, pretty faces and toned bodies.
Zak was beginning to formulate a dream of how he wanted his life to be and his optimal sexual situation. To reach his dream, Zak knew he was going to need to be financially sound (but not always chasing the next dollar) and strong in mind and body.
As his college days grew to close, Zak had choices. His parents offered to pay for graduate school. They would give him a small stipend through the end of graduate school and then he was 100% on his own. Although they had the financial ability, his parents were not going to spoil him with untempered discretionary funds. Giving Zak a head start by leaving school without debt was the best gift they could give him.
Zak was greatly appreciative of his family and knew that they had given him a gift that few others had. He was not going to waste it. His family had a background in medicine and the law and his grades left him both options. He felt his mind and personality were better suited for law so he decided on law school.
Summer of sex
Zak was accepted to several law schools. He chose a Southern school because the weather was warm and he could be outside almost year round. Zak got an apartment in a large complex near the school. The location was known for housing mostly single people in their 20s. Zak quickly settled into a new life of classes, heavy study and staying fit.
The women in his complex were amazing. Both in number and attractiveness. His confidence, looks, sexual appetite and growing ability to read women were a good match with his surroundings.
The summer after his first year in law school, he slept with ten different women, each seemingly prettier than the next. There was the short haired brunette nursing student who was unbelievably horny but ruined everything when she talked. There was the blonde big breasted flight attendant who came by during her lay overs. There was the restaurant manager who gave great head but also exemplified "the nuttier the sluttier". It was like Zak was at an all you can eat buffet.
Zak also knew that all of these woman were "catch and release". None of them were going to last past the summer. So, he tried new things. For one month, he worked on his technique for find and manipulating the g-spot. By the end of the month, if a girl was a "squirter", Zak was able to ignite the geyser.
He went to a local adult store and bought rope, leather restraints and a few vibrators. He would practice tying different knots while he watched tv. He began tying the summer girls up.
