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Mystery Lover

I pulled onto the interstate and smiled. It had been too long since I’d seen my boyfriend. The second year of college was tough and I hadn’t made it home for two weeks and I missed him terribly. To make matters better, my parents were gone for the weekend. I’d have the house to myself, except for my brother, and he would be working. Actually, my brother was pretty cool. He was a senior this year and although he was built like a jock, he wasn’t into sports all that much. He was very good looking, although I’d never tell him that, and always seemed to be the popular one with the ladies.

I’d no sooner pulled into the driveway when my cell phone rang. It was Bill, my brother. “Hey sis, you home yet?” I heard his familiar voice.

“Just got in the house,” I said, “what’s up?”

“Mom and Dad wanted me to remind you that I’d be working late tonight and tomorrow night. So, I guess that’s what I’m doing. I am supposed to keep an eye on you though so you don’t get into trouble. So John can’t come over unless I’m there!”

He almost got me. John was my boyfriend and he and Bill were friends as well. But I knew he was bluffing about John being over.

“Yeah, right. Well, I’ll let John know that and he can ask your permission before he comes over!” I giggled at the end, not convincing. We talked a few more minutes before he hung up. I was pretty lucky to have a hot boyfriend and a hot brother as well.

John and I decided to crash at my place that night. We ordered a pizza, found a good movie and snuggled in for the night. The movie was a romantic comedy and was really pretty lame. We took advantage of that to start necking. John started kissing my neck but soon found my lips and plunged his tongue deep inside to explore every part of my waiting mouth. Just kissing him made me feel my panties getting wet.

Soon his hands found my breasts. I’m not large breasted, but my nipples are big, very sensitive and get hard when excited. John knew how to take advantage of that situation to the fullest. Soon I was topless and felt him working my tits.

In the midst of our making love, John asked me if I’d been attacked by any strangers while at school. We both had talked in the past of what a turn on it would be for me to be seduced by some mystery lover. Sometimes light bondage would be a part of the fantasy. But John was always in the story. Sometimes he’d be watching me from the shadows in the park. Sometimes he’d be fucking me along with some mystery person at the pool. The stories changed from time to time, but the longing was always for me to experience the magic of some mystery man.

As John caressed my waiting tits, I pulled his cock from his pants and began to stroke it. I eventually pulled off my panties and sat on his pole, feeling it push deep inside me. “No fair,” he said as he raised his hips to meet my thrusts, “you are being a bad girl. Keep this up and I’ll have to tie you down!”

The thought of being tied up brought me to instant climax. I reached behind me and grabbed John’s balls. This always sent him into instant orgasm and I felt him explode inside me and fill my waiting cunt with his cum.

We were still working his cock inside when we heard a car door slam. Bill was home! We hurried to put ourselves together before he came in. We watched the rest of the movie with John and me under a blanket and Bill in a chair. Little did he know that John and I spend a good part of the movie with each our hands in each other’s crotches. It was a nice homecoming and I couldn’t wait until tomorrow.

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I slept until noon the next morning. It was good to be at home in my own bed. I had a paper to work on so I got up and took off to spend the afternoon in the library. On the way there John called. He told me that there had been a change in plans. He told me that he had an idea for a fun evening and asked me to trust him completely.

There was no reason for me not to trust John. He’d always been trustworthy. Still, his request took me back a bit. Still, I agreed. All afternoon I wondered what he had in mind.

John met me at the library and we grabbed a sandwich before heading to my place. He was a little quieter than normal, but refused to give me any hints about the activities for the evening. Bill was gone when we got home, as expected. He’d left a note on the table with a one word message: BEHAVE!! There was a smiley face underneath it.

John led me into the family room and had me sit down. I was completely confused as to what was going on. He asked me again, “Do you trust me?” Now I was getting a little worried.

“Is something wrong?” the look on my face made him laugh.

“Nothing is wrong!” He smiled that smile that melted me, “Just tell me, do you trust me?”

“Ok.” I said, “I trust you. Now, what is going on?”

John pulled a gift bag from behind his back and handed it to me. Inside the gift bag was a bottle of wine, some massage oil, a blindfold and four old pair of pantyhose! The wine and massage oil weren’t really much of a surprise, but blind fold and panty hose? I looked at John confused. “What?”

John smiled, “Remember how you’ve always wanted to do light bondage, to be tied and blindfolded?”

When he said that I figured out what he wanted. The thought of this fantasy coming true was enough to get me wet on its own. I leaned over and kissed John very passionately and whispered in his ear, “I’ve been bad baby. I need to be punished.”

We took our ‘toys’ and went up to my bedroom. John ‘ordered me’ to take off my clothes. I slowly took off my shoes. I stood before him as he sat on the bed to watch. I unzipped and my pants and slowly dropped them to the floor. I had on a pair of black thongs and as I stepped out of my pants I slowly rubbed my fingers inside my panties. I brought my fingers to my mouth and tasted my own wetness. Then I did it again and let John have a taste of me.

Next, I pulled my shirt off and fondled my breasts under my bra. I reached behind to unbuckle it and let my breasts fall free. I leaned forward and John gladly pulled my hardening nipples into his waiting mouth.I pulled back.

“Stand up” I ordered.

“Hey, I thought I gave the orders here!” He chided me.

I looked at him firmly, “I said, stand up!”

John stood slowly before me. I reached down and unfastened his pants. I pulled his shirt over his head and kissed him. Then I moved my mouth to his nipples and kissed and sucked on them. He loved when I’d do this too him. As I sucked on his nipples my hand made its way to his pants. I reached inside and began to feel the hardening cock inside his boxers. I moved my mouth down his body, kissing him as I want. I pulled his jeans and boxers down and looked at the massive cock before me. I put it in my mouth and sucked and kissed that hard shaft of his.

“I think we need some wine now or we’ll never drink it.” John said quietly. We sat on the bed naked, admiring each other and touching each other as we kissed and had a couple glasses of wine. Then John took the massage oil and began to massage my back. I rolled over and felt his firm gentle hands caress my boobs and my waiting mound. When I could I would reach down and stroke his massive cock and feel the ribs in my hands.

“Now,” John said (doing a very poor job of sounding angry), “I think you need to be punished for last night.”

“I know,” I played along, “I was bad. I deserve everything you give me.”

The blindfold was more like a hood and he put it over my head. He told me to lie down and spread my legs. I did so and felt him tie my ankles to the foot of my bed. The anticipation of what would happen excited me.

He moved to my arms and tied my hands together and must have tied them to the head of my bed because I couldn’t move them. I felt his hands move up and down my body, caressing my tits, and leaning over to suck my nipples. I writhed around, not out of pain or even fear but out of the unknown, the ecstasy of the mystery touch.

“I think you need something more…hold on. I’ll be right back.”

“John, NO!” I said trying to sit up but unable too. I was actually a little afraid at this point.

John sat on the bed. “You said you trusted me. Right?”

“Yes…” I wasn’t quite so sure or convincing.

“Well, do you, or don’t you?” John said as he moved his hands down my body and rested them on my mound. I felt his familiar lips on my mouth and all fear vanished.

“I do, but where are you going? For what?” I asked.

“Do you trust me?”

I sighed. I had to choose. “Yes, don’t be gone long” was all I could say. I heard him leave the room and lay there naked and in silence. From what I could tell he was in the kitchen, but wasn’t sure. He was back in a minute, but quieter this time. I was confused, but knew that any question would be answered by the “Do you trust me” response.

I felt John’s lips on mine and felt a hand on my mound. I was confused because it didn’t feel like John’s hand, but I didn’t dare ask. I raised my hips to meet the fingers that slowly pushed into my cunt and caressing my clit. These fingers were not John’s. They were longer, softer than his. I felt a mouth on my pussy lips while John was still kissing me! Someone was between my legs eating me.

At first I was afraid, but it felt so good. I found myself relaxing, inviting this stranger for more.

John knelt down and began sucking my tits. The stranger moved his mouth away and soon I felt fingers in my vagina, rubbing my clit and pushing deeper. I felt an orgasm coming on and began to writhe on the bed. I felt someone grab my head and pull me to the side. I felt the warm head of a cock at my lips and eagerly invited it in. I think it was John, but I wasn’t sure and frankly, anymore I didn’t care. I sucked that cock and pulled it as deep as I could, tasting the first drops of cum on my lips. This sent me over the edge and I came a second time.

“So you like the punishment, you bad girl?” I heard John ask.

“Uh huh. I’ve been bad.” I moaned.

“You have been bad. You deserve to be fucked.” He said sternly. With that I felt the head of a cock touching my wet pussy.

“Yes, I do. I do deserve to be fucked. Fuck me.” I yelled.

The cock pushed its way into me and I knew it was john. “Fuck me. I told him. Fuck me hard!”

Another hand grabbed me and pulled me to the side. Another cock was pushed in my mouth as I felt John fucking me. I sucked as the mystery lover increased his pumping my mouth.

“I’m going to cum!” I heard John say. I wasn’t far behind. As I felt his cock pulsing and ready to explode I came as well and pumped my hips to try to meet his. Finally, John (I think) collapsed on top of me. He lay there as I continued to suck on this mystery cock. Then, it was gone.

John (or whoever) moved off me. I felt him kissing my tits as he moved off me. Then a somewhat limper cock was at my lips, still wet from cum. It was pushed into my mouth and I sucked it.

As I did I felt another cock enter my cunt. This one seemed thicker and harder that John’s but not as long. The mystery lover had no trouble entering me and I gladly moaned my pleasure at its entrance. The mystery lover pumped his hard cock in and out of me while I sucked cock #1. I heard John’s voice as he told me how hot I was and how good my tits looked.

As he said this the mystery lover increased his pumping. I knew he was close to shooting his load. I came a third time as he pumped. He filled me full of his hot, wet, sticky sperm and I heard him moan. It was a familiar sound, but I was too involved to give it much thought.

After a few more minutes of pumping, cock #2 was gone and the room was quieter.

John kissed me passionately and I felt my legs and arms regain their freedom. He pulled the hood from my eyes and lay beside me. We held each other until he grew hard again.

“John”, I said quietly, “Fuck me again.” I lay on my back and spread my legs wide. John pushed his hard cock in me and fucked me slowly until we both came again. Much as I wanted to ask him about the third person, I knew better and frankly didn’t want to know.

The next morning my parents came home. We talked about the weekend, and school. Bill got up from the couch where he’d been watching the game and went to get ready for work. As he left he gave me a big hug, harder than I’d ever gotten from him. Where had I smelled that smell before?

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