Secretly Seduced: The Interview Series Book One (16 page)

     “I must confess also. My dad did
mine in our home OR.  Now that you know our terrible secret, I suppose you
don’t want to have sex with us,” said Stacy.

     “I don’t care if they’re not real,”
said Les leaning over to take Stacy’s nipple in his mouth as he reached between
her legs to massage her jean-covered crotch.  Stacy pulled his head to
hers and they kissed as she reached for his crotch.

      “You guys are just feeling
sorry for us poor pathetic females who in our misguided desire to attract the
male sex mutilate our bodies.  I was so looking forward to a power
quickie.  Now I know it will be a pity fuck,” said Portia.

     “I’m sorry. I’ll never mention it
again,” said Les.  “I think they’re very pretty even if they are fakes.”

     “You’re just saying that to be
nice,” said Stacy.  “My unnatural boobs disgust you.”

     “No, honestly, I meant it,” said
Les.

     “And you’ll still let me suck your
cock if I ask pretty please,” asked Stacy?

     “Yes, for sure,” said Les.

     “What do you think, Portia,” asked
Stacy.

     “I think they’re just feeling sorry
for us.  However, we girls with false knockers can’t be choosy,” said
Portia.

     “All right, let’s see your
equipment.  Stand up and pull it out, pretty please,” said Stacy.

     “Yours too, Monk,” said
Portia.  “I just hope you’re not doing this because you feel sorry for me.”

     Stacy put her hand around the shaft
of Les’s cock as she put the head in her mouth.  Her other hand cupped his
balls as she passed her tongue over the Prince Albert.  The narrow alley filled
with the sound of two noisy drunken blowjobs punctuated by the click of
Portia’s tongue stud against the large ring passing through Monk’s penis.

     “Let’s switch,” said Portia after a
few minutes.

     The two girls passed the boy’s
cocks back and forth occasionally stopping to tongue kiss one another.

     “I need to be penetrated,” said
Stacy standing up.  Stacy unsnapped her jeans and pushed them down to her
knees.  She pulled the crotch of her panty out of her butt crack to one
side as she leaned forward placing her elbows on top of a garbage can. 
Stacy spit on her fingers then reached down to rub the spit on her clitoris.

     “Me too, mount up, Roy Rogers,”
said Portia standing up to push her jeans down.

     Moments later, the sounds of licking
and slurping had changed to grunts.  Stacy and Portia were bent over
resting one forearm on the top of the same garbage can as Monk and Les pounded
their cocks into their vaginas.  The girls were kissing while one free
hand massaged their clit.

     “I can feel the Prince Albert,”
said Stacy between kisses.

     “And,” asked Portia?

     “It feels damn good.”

     Stacy and Portia focused their
efforts toward providing the two boys the best fuck possible in a
garbage-strewn alleyway. Stacy pushed out of her mind that the occasional
movement in the shadows was one of the sewer rats that called Harvard Square
home. They finished within seconds of one another ending in a frenzy of hard
thrusts that caused both girls to hold tightly to the garbage can as semen
filled their pussies.

    “How about another smoke,” asked Les when
they had caught their breath?

    “Sure, why not,” said Stacy.

    “Then can we do it again,” asked Monk?

    “Sure, why not,” said Portia.

     “BC Bud makes you so horny. 
I’m going to give my new vibrator a try as soon as I get to the room,” said
Stacy as she and Portia made their unsteady way toward their dorm.  The
girls were giggling and holding hands.  It was almost one in the morning. 
After a third round of intercourse, they’d left an exhausted Monk and Les in
the alley smoking another joint.

     “Me too, three acts of intercourse
were not enough for two lusty young lasses,” added Portia before shouting, “We
need more cock.”

     “Good evening, Stacy,” said Sgt.
Roger Ebbers stepping unexpectedly out of the shadows.

     “Dammit, Sgt. Ebbers, you scared
the shit out of me,” said Stacy.

     “Is that the Sgt. Ebbers who takes
advantage of drunken coeds,” asked Portia?

     “Yes, Mike’s friend, and you must be
Corporal Woods,” said Stacy referring to the tall black man standing behind the
Sergeant.

     “Make it Roger and Avery, no need
to be so formal,” said Roger.  “What have you girl’s been up to this
evening?”

     “Let’s see. We went to the library
and did some research.  Next we had several glasses of pale ale at the
Brew House.  On the way back, we ran into a couple of guys.  We
smoked marijuana imported from Canada then we sucked their cocks and fucked
them,” said Portia leaning against the wall surrounding Harvard yard to steady
herself.

     “We did the smoke and fuck part
thrice. But we’re still horny so we’re on our way home to jerk off,” said Stacy
giggling as she turned to face the corporal.

     “You girls look pretty out of it,”
said Avery stepping close to Stacy.

     “We are totally out of it,” said
Portia.

     “And completely unable to resist
should big strong policeman choose to take advantage of our drug induced
helplessness,” said Stacy placing her boobs against the Corporal’s chest.

     “Now why would we do that,” asked
Avery stepping closer to Stacy as he reached down to pull her against him.

     “Perhaps because you’re horny but I
don’t think you are anywhere near as horny as we are,” said Stacy reaching down
to unzip Avery’s uniform trousers.  She put her one arm around his neck as
she kissed him passionately while working her way past her boxers to take a
firm grip on his manhood

     “You girls want to party,” asked
Roger?

     “Party no, I want to go to my dorm
room, get naked and fuck you,” said Portia putting her arms around Roger. 
“I’m really out of it so you can do what you want with me, even anal.”

     “Sergeant, I suggest we make sure
these two inebriated students safely reach their room,” said Avery wanting to
go somewhere private before his supervisor caught him getting a hand job from a
coed.

     “I agree.  It’s our duty to
make sure no mischief befalls them in their vulnerable condition,” said Roger
holding Portia upright.

***

 “You said you just got fucked three times.  Does
that mean there are three loads in your hole?” whispered Roger his fingers
sliding easily into Portia’s vagina.

     The four had helped each other shed
their clothes as soon as they entered the dorm room.  Stacy fell to her
knees and began noisily sucking Avery’s cock.  Avery was seated on her bed
with Stacy kneeling in front of him.

     “Three hot loads of semen, less
than an hour old,” said Portia pressing her crotch against Roger’s fingers
slowly riding his hand against her sex.

     “It’s still warm.  Who were
they?” said Roger.

     “Monk and Les, they’re students,
and like me of the Goth variety,” said Portia her hand stroking Roger’s cock.

     “I know them.  They’re
cool.  You and Stacy did them tonight?” asked Roger.

     “It’s their jism you’re stirring
around inside my pussy,” said Portia.

     “I want to eat your cum filled
cunt,” said Roger

     “Sounds very perverted,” said
Portia lying back on the bed and spreading her ringed labia apart. 
“Roger, you’re a creampie eater.  Come and get your dessert.”

    “You think I’m a sicko for wanting to eat
another guy’s jism out of your snatch,” said Roger lying on the narrow bed
beside Portia.

     “Yes, but I adore sickos. 
Let’s sixty-nine.  You get on the bottom.  That way all the good
stuff will drip in your mouth,” said Portia rolling over on top of Roger with
her head pointed toward his feet.      Portia
positioned herself to take his cock in her mouth as she put her finger in his
anus. She laughed to herself as she felt the security guard’s mouth form around
her opening.  Portia contracted her abdomen expelling some of the contents
onto Roger’s lapping tongue.   

     “God, it’s absolutely gorgeous,”
said Stacy admiring Avery’s black cock before passing her pink tongue over the
tip.

     “You’ll have to pardon my roommate,
Avery.  You are her first African American fuck,” said Portia raising her
head off Roger’s cock.

     “Is that true,” asked Avery?

     “Sad, but true,” said Stacy holding
up Avery’s cock to lick his testicles.  Stacy knew it was not quite
true.  In Mike’s DVD, Stacy had sex with a black porn actor but since she
still had no memory of it, it didn’t count in her view.

     “Stacy went to a segregated high
school,” said Portia who at the moment was performing in the sixty-nine
position with Roger.

      “Not true, there was a black
girl named Sherry Yeager. Her dad used to play baseball,” said Stacy pressing
her fingers under Avery’s scrotum.

     “I remember Stuart Yeager.  He
was a hell of a ball player.  You ever make it with her,” asked Avery?

     “No, I was very innocent in high
school,” said Stacy her hands working Avery’s nuts as her mouth slid up and
down on his cock.

     “What changed?”

     “I got to college and decided to
expand my horizons,” said Stacy sliding on top of Avery.  She rose up,
straddled him, positioned his cock at her entrance then slowly impaled herself
on his penis.  Body fluids streamed out of Stacy’s vagina as Avery’s cock
passed inside.

     “God it’s good.  Marry me,
Avery,” said Stacy moving up and down.

     “I’m already married,” said Avery.

     “Divorce her, I got season tickets
to the Red Sox,” said Stacy contracting her abdominal muscles as she rose up.

     “I’m a Celtics fan.  That’s
some set of tits, you got there baby,” said Avery placing his hands on Stacy’s
breasts.

     “I’ll buy you a luxury box at the
Garden but you have to promise to fuck me every day,” said Stacy.

     “A luxury box, just for a daily
fuck, you’re a crazy bitch,” said Avery.

     “Better say yes, Avery. Stacy’s
rich,” said Portia sitting straddle Roger’s face.  His mouth was sucking
hard on her vaginal opening.

     “It’s the booze and the dope
talking,” said Avery rolling over on top of Stacy.  “Tomorrow, I’ll just
be another black notch on a white girl’s bedpost.”

     “Fuck me hard, Avery.  If you
do I’ll rim your nasty asshole and you can fuck mine,” said Stacy bent double
under the large black man pounding his cock in her.

***

     “My mouth feels like a duck shit in
it,” said Portia the next morning.  It was almost noon. Roger and Avery
had left before dawn to report back to the station.  The girls were still
in bed nursing hangovers.

     “I’ll never drink another drop of
pale ale as long as I live.  What time did they leave?”

     “Four I think.  I can’t
believe you got Avery to go down on you.  Black men have a thing about not
eating pussy especially white pussy,” said Portia.

     “I didn’t know that.  How come
you learned all the useful stuff in public schools and I didn’t learn shit in
private schools?  I bet no one I graduated with knew black men do not eat
white pussy.”

     “That’s actually an urban
myth.  Avery ate yours and mine too when we formed that daisy chain,” said
Portia.

     “So it’s not true,” said Stacy.

     “If you ask Avery in public if he’s
willing to eat white pussy, he’d say no fucking way but put one in his face and
his other brain starts thinking for him,” said Portia.

     “Avery is married. Is Roger
married?”

     “Yes, her name is Cindy. 
She’s a nurse at Mass General and she has never allowed poor Roger to fuck her
in the ass no matter how hard he begs,” said Portia.  “Funny, the things
married men tell you about the little woman at home after they’ve screwed
you.  I suppose that’s their way of communicating you’re only a fuck not
the beginnings of a lifetime relationship.”

     “Avery’s wife, Eva, teaches second
grade in East Boston. She’s vying for a promotion to Assistant Principal but he
doesn’t think she’ll get it because she won’t put out for the school
superintendent.   They have a little girl whose name is, and you are
not going to believe this, Stacia.  Isn’t that a weird coincidence?”

     “I can just picture him going home
to his wife and saying, ‘Guess what, honey, this white bitch I screwed last
night was named Stacia.  Isn’t it a small world?’ ” said Portia laughing.

     “What would you do if you caught
your husband sleeping with another woman,” asked Stacy?

     “Is it a matter of if or
when?  I’d leave him, but maybe not.  Suppose we had four kids and
his paycheck was keeping them fed.  I suppose that is one of those bridges
you cross when you get to it,” said Portia.  “As far as I know my parents
have always been faithful which makes it strange since they raised two sluts for
daughters.”

     “My mother’s caught my father
screwing around,” said Stacy.  “I overheard them arguing about it.”

     “With a nurse, I bet.  Doctors
are always banging their nurses.”

     “Once it was a nurse but the other
time, she was a hospital administrator,” said Stacy.

     “What did your mom do,” asked
Portia?

     “Cried, screamed, broke an
expensive vase left him for a few days but they got back together after he
promised to never see her again.  That was one of the reasons I had such strong
feelings about sex with married men,” said Stacy.  “It seemed like a big
step into immorality when I decided to have sex with Mike especially after he
showed me pictures of the wife and kids then made a speech about the importance
of family.  That was right before I sucked his cock.”

     “Circumstances change, besides in
your case, blowing Mike was not a matter of choice, married or not.  Come
to think of it, Sgt. Ebbers may be the first married man I ever had sex
with.  You have lead me astray, Stacia Todd,” said Portia.

     “Avery wasn’t wearing a wedding
ring not that it would have made a difference last night.   I was so
wasted and horny I would have screwed him anyway,” said Stacy.

     “It’s not our fault. It’s
theirs.  They’re the ones violating their wedding vows.  We’re just a
pair of floozies out for a good time. Changing the subject, what’s next with
Lieutenant Mike?”

     “I have to go on dates with Mark
and Faye,” said Stacy.  “I’m being forced to repay them for having falsely
arrested me.  How’s that for justice?”

     “Who’s Faye?”

     “Faye Sellers, the female half of
the security guards who arrested me.  She is a lesbian.  I’m going to
some kind of lesbian affair with her weekend after next.  Mike says she is
very excited about it and I should do whatever she wants to make her happy.”

     “I see serious cunnilingus in your
future.  Fortunately, I have taught you the finer points of munching
rug.  You said you and Mark really got it on at the poker party,” said
Portia.

     “Yes, he was the finale and a damn
good one.  He almost caught me coming out of the Posse’s secret
room.  I fucked his brains out to make him forget where he found me. 
We went at it like there was no tomorrow.  I have a day date with him next
Saturday.”

    “Day date, that sounds a little odd,”
said Portia.

    “I’m not too concerned about it. 
Mark’s the nicest one of Mike’s Posse.  I can handle him.”