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The Predators
By Bruce Hannon

Copyright 2001.
bruce_hannon@hotmail.com.


DISCLAIMER AND WARNING

This story is a work of fiction.  None of the
characters are based on real people.  The story has
sexually explicit content.  If you are offended by
sexually explicit material, if you are under age or it
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THE PREDATORS

Sex is a funny thing.  Many of us grow up believing
that men are sexual predators and women are the prey. 
Reality is often far removed from this perception.  In
nature the prey will usually take active or passive
steps to become as invisible as possible to the
predator.  Why then do women dress to emphasise their
sexuality, use make up to highlight and exaggerate
their femininity, flirt, touch, charm and beguile men?
 Who is the predator and who is the prey?

I learned the truth of the hunt at an early age.  I
guess that I must have been around fifteen when my
rapidly maturing body began to respond physically to
the opposite sex.  It began when I became infatuated
with Miss Jones, my history teacher.  I would guess
that miss Jones was about 27 or 28 years old at the
time.  She was very athletic, enjoyed sports and
consequently gave a lot of her spare time to
supervising afternoon sporting activities.  She was
also very attractive with dark, almost black hair, cut
quite short and a good firm body honed by frequent
strenuous exercise.

In the summer she would coach competitive swimming.  I
was a keen swimmer and it was because of this that I
was exposed to her sexuality.  While coaching she
normally wore a dark navy blue one-piece bathing suit
of relatively modest cut but on one occasion she
arrived wearing a white suit.  It was cut very high on
the thigh, very low at the back and showed an
interesting amount of cleavage.  Her skin was tanned a
deep golden brown and the white suit showed her tan
off to perfection.  

I had just finished swimming 20 lengths of the pool
and was resting, sitting on the edge of the pool with
my legs hanging down into the water.  She was in the
water coaching a beginner in the art of backstroke. 
After telling him to take a break she turned and swam
over towards me, stopping next to where my legs hung
down into the pool.  From my vantage point above I had
a clear view of the tops of her breasts and the deep
valley between them.  I could also see where her
nipples, hardened by the cold water, pressed the
stretchy fabric of her suit out in two prominent
bumps.  My involuntary reaction was an instant
erection which, wearing a tight pair of Speedos, I had
no possible means of hiding.

I saw my teacher look directly at my bulging crotch
and my face turned bright red in embarrassment.  I
don't know what reaction I expected from her but it
certainly wasn't the broad grin and deep throaty
chuckle I received.  "Time for a few more lengths",
she instructed.  "Up you get and lets see a good
racing dive to start with."

I wished that I could slip off the edge of the pool
and into the water to hide my embarrassment but now
had to stand up and assume a starting crouch, ready to
take off when she said go.  Reluctantly I stood,
acutely aware that my erect penis was clearly outlined
by the tight stretchy fabric of my Speedo.  "Marks!  
Set!  Go!" she called and looked straight up at me as
I dived, almost over her.  A strenuous 15 lengths
calmed my raging hormones but for the rest of the
afternoon I did my best to avoid looking at her,
fearing another instant erection.

That night I had a most erotic dream.  Miss Jones was
taking her history class but wearing that white
swimsuit.  She came over to over to my desk and bent
forward, leaning her hands on the front edge of the
desk, the tops of her breasts bulging from her swim
suit directly in front of my face.  I felt the same
response I had had at the swimming pool.  Staring at
her breasts my penis instantly inflated making a
prominent bulge in my pants.  "When was the first
democratic erection held in this country", she asked
to my stunned amazement.  

"Stand up, Bruce", she demanded, just like you did at
the pool this afternoon.  Not sure if I understood her
I rose to my feet.  She gazed at the bulge in my pants
and to my horror reached out and started to firmly rub
my erection through my pants.  At that point I woke up
with my penis hard and pulsing, shooting a mess of
sticky ejaculate into the boxer shorts I use as sleep
wear.

For the rest of that term I worshipped Miss Jones. 
Whenever the opportunity arose I would follow her
admiring her neat firm backside and the swing of her
hips as she walked.  Before history class I would
stand on the balcony at the top of the stairs, waiting
for her to walk over from the staff room.  As she
reached the stairs I could glance down and, depending
on what she was wearing, I might get to see down the
top of her dress.  Aren't teenage boys nasty little
perverts?  I often felt disgusted with myself after
peeping down her blouse but couldn't help myself.  My
raging hormones had me in a permanent state of lust.

 From this activity I learned that she had a marked
preference for blue lace brassieres.  At night in bed
I would imagine her standing before me wearing only a
blue lace brassiere and matching panties while I
masturbated frantically.

At swimming practice I noticed that the navy blue
swimming costume had apparently been permanently
replaced by the much more flattering white one.  Miss
Jones was also wearing much sexier clothes most of the
time.  She had been fond of crisp cotton blouses,
large enough to disguise her figure, and pleated
skirts, coming to below her knees or tailored slacks. 
Now she was wearing stretch knit tops that hugged and
emphasised her breasts, or bright summer print
dresses, cut quite low in front and ending well above
the knee to show of her slim shapely legs.

One of her short summer dresses and an unexpected gust
of wind as she crossed the quad one morning produced
another image to fuel my masturbatory imaginings.  She
had been walking towards me when the gust lifted the
skirt high, exposing her to the waist before she got
control of the errant fabric and held it down cutting
off my view.  She was wearing white bikini panties
made from some fine gossamer material.  For a few
moments I could clearly see her shapely thighs framing
the dark triangle of her pubic hair through the almost
transparent material.  That image was faithfully
recorded in memory and replayed dozens of times as I
jerked myself to orgasm in bed at night.

It all ended after the school gala.  I had entered in
four events and done pretty well, winning two and
getting a second and a third place in the others. 
This meant that I had to wait for the prize giving
before I could change.  Mr. Garrity, the athletics
coach, assisted by Miss Jones presented the prizes and
I was the last person to go up to the stand and
receive a small cup.  When it was over I went to the
change rooms and slipped out of my costume.  By the
time I had dried myself, dressed and packed my
swimming things into my kit bag most people had
already left.  I walked from the change room into an
adjacent room with a urinal and a few stalls.  I
decided that I had better relieve myself before
setting out on my half hour walk home.  I was standing
at the urinal looking out through the high slit window
above it when I saw Mr. Garrity and Miss Jones.  They
were standing next to Mr. Garrity's car and he had one
hand on the door handle and the other on Miss Jones's
hip.  Next thing she put her hand on his arm and
stretched up to kiss him on the mouth.  I stood there
frozen, my penis in my hand pointing at the stainless
steel trough.  The kiss went on and on.  Mr. Garrity
moved his hand from Miss Jones's hip to her buttock
and pulled her towards him.  She moved her hand from
his arm to around his neck.  The kiss went on.  He now
was holding both her buttocks and I could clearly see
his hands squeezing her and pulling her to him.  She
had both arms around his neck and her breasts crushed
to his chest.  Eventually the kiss ended and he opened
the car door for her.  When he closed it and turned to
walk around the car I could clearly see the bulge in
his pants.  He opened the driver's door, got into the
car and they drove off together.  

Somehow that incident shattered my adolescent dreams
of Miss Jones and I desperately needed a substitute
for my nocturnal fantasies.  That was when Rebecca
entered my life.  Rebecca lived next door.  She was a
year older than I was.  We had talked occasionally but
had never been particularly friendly.  Rebecca had
been dating a nineteen-year-old college boy for the
past year but I had not seen him around recently.

I was sitting at my desk in my room finishing off a
homework assignment, which I had to hand in the next
day.  It was about ten in the evening when I finished
and sat back staring out through my bedroom window. 
My window faced the neighbour's house and I could see
the dark rectangle of Rebecca's bedroom window almost
directly opposite mine.  I knew that it was her room
as I had seen her through the window before.  In fact,
I had at one time spent many hours watching from my
darkened room hoping, to catch her undressing.  I
never did as she always closed her curtains first.  

I stood up and started to prepare for bed.  I pulled
off my sweatshirt and pants and stood for a moment in
my under shorts admiring the poster of Pamela Anderson
on my bedroom wall.  She was wearing the briefest of
bikinis and the outline of her nipples showed clearly
through the flimsy top.  It reminded me strongly of
Miss Jones' nipples and I felt my prick stiffening in
my shorts.  I reached in to ease it and gave it an
experimental tug.  This was too much for my horny
adolescent body.  The next minute my shorts were
around my ankles and I was standing frantically
pumping away at my rigid cock while staring at the
poster and imagining the feel of those soft breasts
and hard nipples.  

I had quite forgotten my open curtains until, about to
blow my load, I turned to my desk, grabbed a tissue,
held it to catch my cum and looked up through the open
window.  Rebecca's light was on and her curtains open.
 She was staring straight at me as I frantically
stroked my hard cock.  I had reached the point of no
return and my cock started spurting into the tissue as
I looked back at her.  My face flamed red as Rebecca
started clapping her hands.  

I reached frantically to draw my curtains but she
shook her head vigorously.  She stood up and I
realised that she was clad only in a large pink bath
towel wrapped under her armpits and another white
towel holding her hair up in a pile on top of her
head.  As I watched she unwrapped the pink towel and
stood facing me, naked.  She had very firm high
breasts with pink nipples and a dark triangle of pubic
hair all clearly visible to me from my position at the
window.  She cupped her breasts and tugged at her
nipples with thumb and forefinger.  Then she reached
down with one hand and began to rub between her legs
moving her feet apart.  She was still facing the
window, leaning back with her hips thrust forward.  I
watched fascinated and unconsciously began to stroke
my rapidly re-inflating penis.  Her one hand was
rotating and plunging furiously between her thighs
while her other squeezed her breasts and tugged at her
hard nipples.  Her hips began to rock rhythmically,
thrusting her dark pubic triangle at me.  A pink flush
spread over her chest, her eyes clamped shut and her
mouth opened just as I spewed a second stream of semen
from my aching cock.

I stood there still holding myself, a string of jism
hanging down from the end of my prick for a moment
before it dropped onto the carpet at my feet.  Rebecca
too stood naked facing the window, her arms crossed
over her breasts, hands on her shoulders.  Then slowly
she reached up giving me another glimpse of her pink
tipped breasts as she drew her curtains.

For the next couple of weeks Rebecca and I entertained
each other almost every night.  Our mutual
masturbation performances now included a very erotic
introductory strip show on Rebecca's part.  She also
introduced her hairbrush act.  She would place her
desk near the window and sit on top of it with her
knees bent and thighs parted while brushing her thick
dark hair.  I loved the way her breasts stretched and
flattened as she worked.  Then, she would take the
brush and pretend to brush her pubic triangle,
gradually leaning back until I could just about make
out the pout of her pussy lips.  Taking the brush by
the bristles she would rub the handle up and down her
slit for a while and then turn it towards herself and
plunge it deep into her pussy before stroking it in
and out while frantically rubbing herself to orgasm
with the other hand.

I had not been able to come up with anything as
innovative as Rebecca and more often than not simply
turned to give her a good side view as I wanked away
at my hard prick.

Things changed one Saturday.  Rebecca's parents and my
parents, who were quite friendly, had gone out to a
movie and restaurant together.  Rebecca was an only
child and had asked my parents if I would mind going
over to her house and watching TV with her until her
parents returned as she did not want to be left alone
in the house.  Of course, I jumped at the opportunity.

No sooner had Rebecca heard her parent's car pull out
of the driveway and accelerate up the street than she
was next to me on the couch tugging at the zip of my
jeans.  "I want to see that big cock of yours close
up", she murmured in my ear.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours!"  I replied
like a small kid playing doctor, doctor.

Rebecca already had my zip down and my semi-erect cock
in her hand.  "Get those clothes off and I'll give you
the best show you've seen yet", she promised.

I stood up and tugged at my belt.  My cock was already
hard at the thought of what was coming and bobbed
before Rebecca as I stripped.  She reached out and
cupped my balls in one hand while wrapping her other
hand around my stiff shaft.  "It feels even better
than I imagined," she murmured, as she fondled me. 
"I've been wanting to do this ever since that first
night I saw you wanking off through the window."  With
that she knelt in front of me, leaned forward and
softly kissed the tip of my cock while still holding
my shaft in one hand and massaging my balls with the
other.  I almost came there and then.

Suddenly she stood up, pushed me back onto the couch,
stepped back and began to sway her hips as if moving
to music.  "Stroke yourself but don't dare cum," she
ordered me.

I took my rearing cock in my hand and slowly I began
to stroke my hand up and down its length as I watched
her.  She was wearing a shirt with buttons down the
front and a short denim skirt with a wide leather
belt.  She was slowly loosening the buttons of the
shirt while swaying her hips with an erotic motion
staring straight at my hand slowly riding up and down
my stiff shaft.

When the last button was undone, she pulled the shirt
out of her skirt and shrugged it from her shoulders
allowing it to fall to the floor behind her.  Her
young breasts were cupped in a virginal white bra made
from some shiny satin like material, which could not
hide the thrust of her erect nipples.  She pulled at
the leather belt and undid the buckle.  She turned to
face away from me and reached behind her to slide down
a zip at the back of the skirt.  Then, she slowly
lowered the skirt over the round globes of her ass. 
She was wearing G-String panties, the back of which
was no more than a narrow string disappearing into the
crack between her buttocks.  

She stepped out of the skirt, widened her stance and
bent forward until her hands touched the floor.  This
was an incredibly erotic sight.  She had a firm,
tight, flawless ass.  Her tiny waist emphasised its
swell and between her thighs the crotch of her
G-String clung to the pussy lips beneath.  The slit
between them was clearly outlined by the satiny
material, which pulled into a crease down the centre
of her pussy.  She reached back between her legs and
very slowly and very softly ran her index finger down
the crease.

Suddenly she stood up.  Again her hips started to sway
as she reached behind her and unhooked her bra.  She
allowed it to fall to the floor before she again
turned to face me.  She clasped her hands behind her
head and thrust her chest forward, stretching her
breasts, which jiggled slightly as she continued to
move.  I stared at the pink tipped cones that I had
seen so often from a distance.  They looked much
larger this close.  Her hard nipples pointed slightly
upwards.

She reached for the waist band of her G-String panties
and very slowly pulled the front panel down exposing
the top of her pubic mound and its covering of dark
glossy hair.  Then, teasingly she lifted the panties
to again cover her mound and tugged at the sides.  The
panties pulled up between her legs, which she had
spread slightly apart.  She leaned backwards from the
waist thrusting her panty-covered mound forward and
upwards toward me.  The panties stretched tightly
pulling deep into the crack of her pussy.  The crotch
was now obviously wet.

She straightened, turned her back to me and slowly
slid the panties down her long beautiful thighs before
allowing them to drop to her feet and stepping out of
them.  Then once more she placed her feet well apart
and bent forward from the waist.  This time there was
nothing hiding her pussy from my hypnotised stare.  I
had always imagined I could see her pussy during our
nightly performances but in reality I had been too far
away and had only seen the dark smudge of her pubic
hair.  Now, her ass was not more than three feet in
front of my face.  I soaked up the view.  The firm
round globes of her ass and shapely thighs framed her
dark mound and the puffy brownish outer lips of her
pussy.  I stared entranced at the thin line of her
inner lips squeezed between the puffy outer lips,
glistening slightly where her juices seeped from
between them.  This was the first time I had ever seen
the pussy of a sexually mature female in the flesh.  I
was enthralled.  

Again she reached back between her thighs and placed
her index finger at the end of her slit just below the
small dark circle of her anus.  She pressed lightly
until it slipped between her pussy lips before slowly
stroking it along the length of her slit and then back
again.  As her finger neared the end of its journey it
suddenly plunged into her up to the second knuckle and
she gave a throaty moan.  She slipped another finger
into herself alongside the first and then slowly
stretched them apart opening herself to my fascinated
stare.  She was a deep rosy pink inside and glistening
with moisture.

She stood up, turned to me and stood straddling me
with one leg on each side of mine.  Then she knelt on
the couch keeping one knee on either side of my hips. 
Her breast pressed to my lips and I used my tongue to
reach out to her hard, erect, nipple.  She reached
down between her thighs and took hold of my stiff
cock, which I was still slowly stroking.  I released
it into her care and she rubbed its tip along the slit
of her pussy lips, pressing it slightly between them. 
The view of its head, now coated with her secretions,
and the exquisite feel of her pussy lips caressing it
had me almost coming.  

She must have sensed this because she stopped moving
and just held me pressed slightly between her lips. 
After a minute or so she very slowly she sank down
onto me and I felt my cock slide into her hot slippery
tunnel.  She began to rock her hips with my cock
buried to the balls inside her.  I could feel her
pubic area grinding against my pubic bone.  She must
have been very, very aroused as within a few seconds I
saw her screw her eyes closed, open her mouth and
begin rocking her hips frantically, keeping my rigid
cock buried as deep inside her as it would go.  The
familiar pink flush spread down her chest.  Then, just
as I was nearing the point of no return she emitted a
series strangled sounds and I felt a series of
contractions gripping my cock, pulling and sucking at
it.  That was it!  My balls contracted viciously and
my cock pulsed as they pumped their load deep into her
clenching pussy.  She screamed and mewed incoherently
before collapsing forward against my chest, her arms
around my neck.

She fucked me twice more that evening before we
cleaned ourselves up, dressed and waited innocently in
front of the TV for our parents return.  At the age of
15 three cums in a couple of hours is entirely
possible and she took advantage of my youthful
abilities to the full.

So to get back to where I started this story you
should by now also know the truth.  Whatever we like
to believe, we men are the prey stalked by a predatory
population of women using us to satisfy their most
basic urges.  But, who am I to complain.



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