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Laura
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--Laura--
Professor Lancaster opened the door and motioned us through. The
door led to a small room, half of which was taken up by an enor-
mous bed, and on the bed, in a very enticing pose, was a young
lady, a lovely blonde. She was wearing a simple white dress, and
she was on her back with her arms outstretched and tied to a
frame that held her so that her bottom was at the edge of the bed
with her legs sticking out over the side. Her head was cocked to
the side, and she was looking at us with a mixture of alarm and
excitement.
"This, gentlemen," said the Professor, "is Laura."
Carlos smiled at her, and so did I. She flushed.
"I propose to play a game," said the Professor. "Your objective,
of course, is to fuck Laura; that's why you're here. I have a
bet with her that she cannot prevent one of you from coming
inside her. The wager is not in money, but the price of losing
is one she does not wish to pay. She is well motivated to win.
You will take turns, five minutes each, except that if one of you
has his cock inside her at the end of a turn, his turn is extend-
ed so long as his cock remains inside her."
"I don't get it," I said. "She's tied up -- how can she stop
us?"
"Ah! Each of you will also have your hands cuffed behind your
backs."
"Shit," Carlos said. "You told me I'd have a chance to fuck a
beautiful girl, not play some asshole game."
"Yes," the Professor said, "a *chance*, precisely. If you don't
like my game, you're welcome to leave."
"Shit," Carlos said again. "Well, hell, what do I have to lose?"
He looked at Laura and grinned.
"There are a few more rules. The game ends after one hour, or as
soon as one of you ejaculates inside Laura."
I laughed. "First come, first served?"
Carlos said, "Shit."
Professor Lancaster frowned. "And you may not strike her, or
kick her, or interfere with her breathing, or do anything else
likely to harm her. My slave is too valuable to permit her to be
damaged. And by the way, I have forbidden her to speak to you."
Carlos snorted.
"Gentlemen," the Professor said, "allow me," and he took two
pairs of handcuffs off a hook on the wall.
I shrugged and turned around, extending my wrists. The Professor
chuckled. "You may wish to remove your trousers first."
"Um, right," I said sheepishly. I took them off, and my under-
shorts as well; Carlos did the same. My cock was already stiff,
as, I saw out of the corner of my eye, was Carlos's. Laura was
staring at our two organs with considerable interest and no trace
of repugnance. It promised to be an amusing encounter.
The Professor cuffed us. "Now," he said to Carlos, taking a coin
out of his pocket, "it's your choice: heads or tails?"
"Tails," Carlos said; and it came up heads.
Okay...
First I bent over and took her dress in my teeth, and pulled it
up as far as I could. This allowed me to view her pelvis and
legs: as fine a set of specimens as I have ever experienced.
She was wearing lacy white panties, and the golden triangle of
pubic hair at her crotch was easily discernible -- but I wanted
to discern it better. I tried to kneel between her legs, but she
would not permit her knees to be parted. After experimenting
unsuccessfully with leverage for the better part of a minute, I
gave up and knelt beside her. I went for her panties with my
teeth, but she started squirming frantically and I couldn't get
at them. After a while I got frustrated and gave up -- I settled
for kissing and licking whatever part of her delicious body
happened to come to me. She made a few small noise that told me
she was enjoying my attentions; also, with my head down there, I
could smell a rich aroma arising from her, and I could see that
her panties were somewhat damp. The little vixen wanted it as
much as I did!
A bell rang, and the Professor said, "Time, sir." I staggered
back dizzily, and Carlos charged forward. He knelt as I had, and
went for her panties with his teeth. Again Laura squirmed, in a
way that was lovely to watch, her pelvis twisting and bucking;
but Carlos was more persistent than I, and finally he managed to
clamp his teeth on her panties. He tossed his head, yanking at
them, but she crossed her legs firmly at the thighs, and he was
only able to get the panties down a little bit -- just enough to
expose Laura's pubic region. Carlos snarled and snapped like a
beast of prey worrying a carcass, and finally ripped thrugh the
panties at one of her hips. The bell rang.
Carlos sank back, gasping. I decided a different strategy was
called for. I got on the bed beside Laura, turned around, and
used my hands to pull her dress up until it was bunched at her
shoulders. Even with my wrists cuffed behind my back it was
easy. Carlos said, "Shit." Her bra -- also a tiny white lace
thing -- clasped at the front; I opened the clasp and let the
cups fall away, unveiling a nice pair of firm little pale mounds,
topped by pink -- and erect -- nipples. I began to kiss them
assiduously. Thinking about this problem, I had decided that
Laura was such an athletic girl that I would never be able to
penetrate her unless she permitted it, so my best course of
action was to arouse her so much that she would lose all capacity
to resist. It seemed that I was making a good start, because my
tongue circling around her nipples was making her shiver and moan
with pleasure. The bell rang.
Carlos now used his hands to pull her panties off. She made it
difficult by thrashing and kicking, but eventually he succeeded.
He seemed angry by this time -- he got up on the bed and sat down
on her chest with her breasts under his ass and his crotch right
over her neck. He began to thrust his pelvis forward so that his
erect cock jabbed into her face. She turned her head from side
to side but could not avoid him. "Come on, bitch," he said. "I
know you want it...go ahead and suck on it." But she wouldn't.
He thrust some more. The bell rang. "God damn it," he said,
red-faced.
I straddled Laura, bent down and again began to kiss her, begin-
ning at the breasts and working my way upward, spending quite a
while on her neck and then moving up toward her mouth. At first
she would not permit me to kiss her lips, but I persisted and
finally she surrendered. They were wonderful lips, thick, rich,
soft, delicate, delicious. I tried to look into her eyes but she
closed them. I slipped my tongue into her mouth and she sucked
on it happily; she slipped her tongue into my mouth and I ca-
ressed it with my tongue. I brought my foot up to the crotch and
let my big toe rub up and down into the join of her thighs.
Laura gasped with pleasure, and her legs parted, allowing my toe
to slide down and rub against her cunt lips. She shuddered and
her pelvis rose to meet my toe. The bell rang.
Before I could even dismount her, Carlos darted forward and
forced himself between her parted knees. Laura, somewhat dazed,
tried to draw her legs up and bring them together, but he leaned
forward and used his weight to prevent her. He began to thrust
blindly, hoping to somehow penetrate her, but over and over again
he missed her desperately squirming pussy. He bellowed in rage
and redoubled his brutal assault, but she resisted with fierce
determination. Finally the bell rang, and Carlos groaned and
staggered back.
Laura was gasping and shaking, but from the look on her face it
seemed to me that the only cause was sheer exertion -- she did
not seem afraid. I sat beside her on the bed for a moment,
giving her a chance to recover; and after a moment she began to
rub her thighs together. So I straddled her again, sitting on
her hips with my hands over her crotch, and began to finger her.
The cuffs hindered me, but I was able to rub around the little
bud of her clitoris with one hand while the other probed her cunt
and asshole. She was so extremely hot that in a very short time
I could feel her approaching orgasm -- her bottom twitching and
her breath deepening and becoming more rapid. I continued my
methodical stroking, listening to her pants come quicker and
quicker, watching her mouth open and close, hearing her moan
softly, reaching closer and closer -- and then I stopped. She
groaned and looked at me in mute entreaty. "Will you let me fuck
you?" I asked. She shook her head. I shrugged and sat motion-
less. A look of anguish crossed her face, and I began to rub
again. Realizing what I was doing, she began to struggle, trying
to escape from my fingers, but she was helpless. In spite of
herself she again climbed steadily toward orgasm; and again I
brought her right to the brink and stopped. She was almost
sobbing in frustration, but when I once more asked her, "Will you
let me fuck you?" She again shook her head. The bell rang.
Carlos came forward, moved between her legs, and with a deft
thrust slipped his cock right into her cunt. She didn't resist
at all. I couldn't believe it. My heart sank. Carlos growled,
"Okay, baby, here's what you've been waiting for," and began to
fuck her. In and out, in and out, hard and fast. After my
teasing it took only seconds for Laura to reach a shuddering,
groaning orgasm. Carlos ignored it and continued to thrust,
harder and faster. For a moment Laura tried to escape him, but
she was still too highly aroused to really want to, and presently
she wrapped her legs around his waist and started bucking against
him. I could hardly stand to watch -- but I couldn't look away.
The bell rang, and they continued to fuck. I could hear his cock
squelching in her pussy and his balls slapping against her ass.
"That's it, baby, that's it," he grunted. The tempo mounted, and
finally I saw him stiffen and his face go slack, meaning he was
ready to come. But Laura felt it too -- she must have -- because
suddenly she gave a great spasmic convulsion. His cock popped
out, but it was already too late for him: a white gob came
spurting out of the tip with terrific force, some of it actually
landing on Laura's face; another gob, and another, and another,
most of them landing on her chest and belly. "Oh fuck," Carlos
groaned, sinking to his knees, "oh fuck!"
But he had not, after all, come inside her, so now it was my
turn. She was ready for it -- she allowed me to penetrate her as
easily as she had Carlos. I was so terrifically aroused that I
could have come almost instantly, but I was afraid she would do
the same thing to me she had done to him, so I tried to hold
myself back. I desperately wanted to come inside her, regardless
of the price she would pay. I tried to think as I was fucking
her, and somehow I figured it out. I fucked her steadily, rub-
bing as much as possible against her clitoris, working to maxi-
mize her pleasure, struggling to hold myself back. "Come on,
little girl, you can do it," I urged her. And slowly, inexora-
bly, she climbed. The seconds staggered by like drunken sol-
diers. Finally, inevitably, I felt the first of the sweet sweet
spasms in the wall of her cunt. Now at last I let go, thrusting
into her with every last ounce of spirit. She knew what was
happening, I could tell -- she had trusted me with her orgasm,
and I had betrayed her -- but for those few seconds she had no
control; she was utterly mine. Her cunt squeezed me, and
squeezed again, and I came, my cock exploding with sensation, the
contents of my balls ripping through the shaft.
In the afterglow, I barely noticed Laura looking up shyly at
Professor Lancaster, and the Professor smiling back at her.
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