What the hell was it with girls? Linda had flirted with him shamelessly for a long time. She had invited him over while both of their respective significant others were out of town. They had hung out together in her parent's basement rec room. Her outfit had been very sexy and she had flashed her white cotton panties at him numerous times.
She'd asked him how a boy knows a girl wants to be kissed and he had ended up kissing her. They had ended up on the floor with him on the bottom in a hot 69. He had yanked off her tiny panties and eaten her plump little pussy lips and ass hole with gusto. She in turn had sucked him off. He had made her cum twice with his lips and tongue. So,like any guy of twenty-one, he had assumed that she wanted at least a repeat performance which would certainly lead to a fuck.
He had invited Linda on a date for the following evening with every intention of getting a piece of ass from the hot little blond with the tight body. They didn't go out anywhere, they went to his apartment. They started making out; in short order he had her clothes off along with most of his own and they were rolling around on his single bed. And then she started saying, "no, no, we can't do this".
What the fuck? She wasn't a virgin; he knew she was getting fucked on a regular basis by her, out of town for the summer, boy friend. She was on the pill; he'd checked her purse. Sure, technically they were cheating on their respective, "steadies" but they weren't married or even engaged for Christ's sake.
She wanted to kiss and make out. He felt her pussy and it was very wet. He'd finger fucked the little college junior and she had moved her hips up and down in perfect rhythm. She was stroking his cock. He wanted her cunt; he'd positioned her appropriately on her back with her athletic thighs pressed up against her fine titties. His rock hard prick was inches from the target and then, "no, no, don't". He'd gone down on her and she vigorously fucked his face with her hairy little bush. She'd cum. She's tried to get his cock into her mouth; not a bad idea, he thought, she's an exceptional little cock sucker---far better than his regular girl friend. No, not this time, he mused, I want some pussy.
Was all of this, "no, no" shit about playing hard to get? Shit, she'd already blown him the day before. Did she somehow think she wasn't cheating on her boy friend if they didn't actually fuck? If he fucked her, could he technically be guilty of rape? He hadn't forced her to come to his place and she hadn't resisted him removing her clothes or getting her off with his oral skills. She wouldn't go to the cops and cry rape, would she? Fuck it. This was a small town; the scandal would be devastating for her family. There was ample evidence that the little tease was sexually active. He was much stronger than she was. He held her down with his strong arms, spread her closed thighs with his knee and shoved his painfully hard cock to the depths of her slippery little slot.
Oh, God, she was tight; she was really tight. She tried to hit him with her fists; he grabbed them and held them firmly against the bed over her head. She tried to bite him; he bit her back and she cried out. And the whole time, as he was positive that she was actually moving right along with him, she went on with the, "no, no" crap. She really did seem to be fighting for all she was worth but he easily overpowered her. The need to restrain her from either getting away or trying to hurt him distracted him just enough to keep him from cumming quickly in this new piece of tail. He was even getting off on her struggles; it wasn't really rape, was it?
The little cunt came first, much to his surprise. He had started really fucking her hard, banging into her pubic bone for all he was worth. She kept fighting him; it turned him on, even enraged him. He was going to give her the fuck of her life; it was certainly the fuck of his young life. He pulled out of her, rolled her forcefully over on her front and decided to finish her off from the rear. She wouldn't get up on her knees, lying flat on her front with her legs tightly clamped together. Kneeling between her prominent little butt, he started to laugh. Did she think that was going to keep him from doing her? His cock was longer than the average; he might not be able to go balls deep but he'd sure as hell get most of his cock in her tight little pussy. The extra friction that her attempts to deny him provided only excited him even more. He was back inside her in short order.
He started to finger her ass hole as he settled into a steady pace. Soon he was fucking her dirty hole with his finger all the way up to the second knuckle. More of that, "no, no", crap. Finally he came; it was the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced. He knew he was not ready to quit. Once before he had vigorously fucked his steady out in a field one afternoon, plundering her like a bitch in heat from behind and had experienced the same phenomenon. He was still rock hard and knew he needed to get off again. Rocking back, he inserted a second finger past her tight little anal ring then began to drizzle as much spit as he could produce on her tight little hole. He'd never fucked a girl in the ass before. He'd gotten the head into his steady girl friend's fine little butt one time. She had cried out, pulled away and had never let him near her forbidden passage again. Not this time; Linda was going to get it in the ass. She squealed when he broke her anal barrier; she cried out when his cock slowly descended to the depths of her furnace-hot little rectum. He slapped her plump little ass hard several times. He whispered in her ear.
"My cock is balls deep in your ass, Linda. Relax and accept it. I'm going to fuck your ass and I'm not going to stop until I dump a load in that tight little rear of yours."
She whimpered, moaned and protested but much of the fight had gone out of her. He had released her arms. She slipped one hand under herself and began to diddle her little nub. He fucked her ass longer than he ever thought he could last inside that excruciatingly hot, tight velvet like canal. All good things must end. He came with a howl and a growl at the very depths of Linda's abused other hole. She came a few seconds later but tried to hide it.
She turned over and slapped him, hard in the face; he did not retaliate, figuring he probably deserved it.
"Take me home you bastard!" Linda screamed, retrieving her clothing and quickly dressing.
The laxative effect of the cum in her rear took effect and she dashed to the bathroom. He heard her farting and shitting his cum into the toilet. She came out of the bathroom obviously embarrassed.
He drove her back to her parents place and not a word was exchanged. She exited his car, slammed the door and dashed to the front door and beyond without ever looking back. He was pretty sure he wouldn't get any of that fine young pussy---or ass--- again. If she tells her best friend---my steady---I'm probably screwed there too. Fuck it, that relationship was beginning to wear thin anyway.
He was walking out of the building where he worked during the summer and heading for lunch when he next saw Linda. She pulled her little Mini into a space a couple of spaces in front of his own car. She sat there in the car for a few minutes. He stood on the sidewalk between the two cars and wondered where the hell this was going. She got out and came up to him; she looked angry but also very desirable. She also had a summer job which required wearing business clothes and she looked good enough to eat.
"We need to talk!" She exclaimed, inches from his face.
"Look, Linda, I'm sorry..."
"Not here."
"Well, I'm going across the street to the hotel to get a quick bite to eat, then I have to get back to work. Do you want to join me?"
Linda nodded and fell in step beside him. She said nothing until they had placed their orders in the old hotel lunch room. It was late for most people to be having lunch so there were few other folks around.
"I'm going to tell her what you did."
"By her, I guess you mean your best friend and my regular girl friend; by the way, that should be what, 'we' did, just for the record."
"You raped me...you forced me..."
"Oh, hell, Linda, I'll plead guilty to rough sex but you'll never make a rape charge stick...if that's what you are implying."
"You shouldn't have done it. I kept telling you no!"
"Look, Linda, I've been told no, before and I think I know when it really means no. You'd already blown me, you're clothes came off without a lot of protest, you were ready to suck my cock again, your little quim was dripping and I wanted your pussy...and I guess I took it."
"You did more than that...you sodomized me!"
"Yes, and as I recall you came again. By the way, I'd never done that before, I've tried to talk, you know who into it, with no success; it was really nasty but it was also incredible."
"You've never done that before?"
"Nope, I was a virgin in that regard. You?"
"No, my boy friend tried it once, but it hurt and---it hurt when you did it---more than you know!"
"I really am sorry. Look you invited me over that night. We made out, we had oral sex and I assumed you wanted to take it to the next level. The ass fuck, well, the more you fought me the more it turned me on. There I was, dicking your little cunt from behind and that cute little bung hole of yours was just winking at me..."
"It was so dirty...you..."
"Yea, it was dirty and it was the most incredibly erotic thing I've ever done. By the way, you did slip your hand down there and get yourself off; you didn't exactly just lie there and take it."
"It stopped hurting once I relaxed and got used to the fullness but it's not something I'd ever let a boy do to me again."
"Look, Linda, I'm sorry. Do what you need to do. I really like you and, bluntly the sex was beyond anything your best friend and I have every, 'enjoyed'. I've got to get back to work. I've got to go back to the lab and finish up another hour or so of work. Lunch is on me."
Linda followed him back to the tall office building. As he let himself in through the side door, to his surprise, she came in with him and climbed the two flights of stairs to the lab along side him. She sat down at his desk chair as he checked on the progress of the various machines and started several other machines to do their designed tasks.
He had joined the Army right out of high school just after his seventeenth birthday. It was during his three year hitch that he had learned how to do this kind of work. Thanks to the Army, his college expenses were virtually covered. As promised, the US Army had taught him a trade, so that now, rather than having to squeak by at some crappy job barely above minimum wage, he had a real job that paid three or four times the minimum wage. He'd gotten a good start on college while in the Army. He'd received two semesters of credit for his Army training and another year's worth in night school. He'd CLEP tested out of several mundane undergrad requirements. His major was actually directly related to the work he was doing and the training he had received. He would officially be a senior when he started school again in the fall. Thanks to his training and experience, coupled with the discipline the Army had provided, he was an "A" student.
Any real status and serious money in this field required a degree and ultimately would require grad work. The company was very pleased to have hired him and wanted him to stay around after he graduated. They had assured him he would be promoted to assistant lab manager as soon as he graduated, which would include shift supervisor responsibilities. If he went on for a Masters, he would make Lab Manager in short order. His goal was director of Laboratory operations which required a Doctorate. He liked this college town, enjoyed the work and had an excellent relationship with his boss. The company knew that he had been a treasured find and did not want to lose him. He'd probably stay here and stay with this company for the rest of his life.
"Where is everybody?" Linda inquired.
"Just about everyone has gone home."
"They let you run this lab, unsupervised?"
"Linda, I ran a lab much like this with a staff of six in the Army. There was an officer, but he didn't really know the technical stuff so he stayed out of my way. Actually he was a great boss and we became good friends. As a civilian, however, you have to get a degree to gain that kind of responsibility." He said, then filled her in on his career plans.
"You're planning to go all the way to a PhD?"
"Without a doubt; it's the only way to make the move from glorified technician to, 'professional'." I'll keep working and making money, which is a real plus. I work forty to sixty hours a week in the summer and usually around thirty during the school year." He told her.
"What kind of money do you make, if I'm not being too personal?"
