Backdoor Man

Backdoor Man- Although one interpretation of backdoor man is referring to anal sex, that is not the intent of this series. A backdoor man is also known as "a man having an affair with a married woman, using the backdoor as an exit before the husband comes home." Although not all the stories in this series involve a married woman, the concept of someone else's girlfriend, lover, fiancee, etc. being with the protagonist is central to the action.

All characters involved in sexual activity are 18 and over. This story and series is property of the writer and there is no permission given to reproduce or use it in any other manner than to read for entertainment purposes. Any resemblance of a character to an actual real life person is merely coincidental and unintentional.

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This chapter is Mark's departure from his best friend and his older lover. They will be seen again, but for now, the college experience calls. Mark's life experiences go far beyond Monica and Lisa and this is the first installment of those encounters. This chapter serves as a bridge between Mark's experiences with "taken" women. Even though Heather has a boyfriend, the main gist is that she is also a "side piece" for Vincent, but you will learn more about that as you read. Thank you for your support and enjoy.

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Backdoor man: Lacrosse girlfriends- part 1

It was roughly 11 p.m. and I was right where I wanted to be. Sitting in an easy chair at the lacrosse party house, a petite, dirty haired blond sitting on my lap, subtly rubbing her Levi clad ass on my growing manhood. She was not a stunner, but a cute, sweet girl, with a mischievous look in her eyes. She felt my hard cock push into her backside as she wiggled "innocently" on my crotch and it was a welcome feeling after having been away from Lisa and Monica for a month.

Then, it happened. Fucking Vincent, that fucking asshole, "He's got a woody! Hey! Hey! He's got a woody!" Vinnie shouted, pointing at me as my jeans highlighted the outline of my cock pushing up, straining against my waist band.

"Guys! Guys! Mark's got a woody! HaHaHaHaHa! A fucking woody!" he continued relentlessly, pointing at my now unoccupied crotch.

The young lady, all 4' 11" of her sexy small breasted self, had gotten off my lap to go to the bathroom and refill our beers at the keg. I was sitting there, minding my own business when Vin pointed out that I may have been a bit excited. I was annoyed to say the least.

I wasn't pissed from embarrassment. No, I am good with what I am packing, but the way the young lady shrunk into herself when she re-entered the room, wishing to disappear at that very moment from embarrassment was just more than I wanted to witness. Later, my suspicions were confirmed. She was one of the lacrosse sluts, a group of freshmen girls who, being free from the clutches of home-life, gravitated to having a good time, enjoying life, and exploring sexually. The lacrosse guys preyed upon these types, gathering a new batch each year before the girls knew any better. So, Vinnie's attempt at embarrassing me and residual poor treatment of the young lady was par for the course. But, the lacrosse team always had kick ass parties, somewhat exclusive and usually invite only, which was why both of us were there.

Vinnie was an excellent athlete, gifted in fact, but he was also a bully. And, he always had an issue with me. I was not a lacrosse player, but I was there. Many of my friends from the dorms played lacrosse. I helped tutor them in their classes, went to most of their games, and was on hand to help in any way, which made us fast friends from day one.

So, I was privy to their parties. Unfortunately, that fact also meant there was one more guy to compete with when it came to the women. This in turn rubbed Vin, the douche, the wrong way. So he tried to embarrass me any way he could. Heather, the blond who occupied my lap, was a main booty call for Vinnie, but Gabby, Vincent's girlfriend, was at the party, so essentially he was cock blocked and couldn't do much about Heather being with me.

My first inclination was to pound the cocky bastard, but since my friends were gracious enough to include me in their circle, I just let him play the fool. He bellowed a bit longer about me having a woody, encouraging more and more people to take a look.

Meanwhile, I stared intently at the blowhard, smirking somewhat as the faces of interest and trepidation around us eased when they realized I was content to let this pass. A red faced Heather brought me a refill, uncomfortably standing next to me, uncertain what to do next. I reached my hand up to her free arm, inviting her to sit on my lap again. She gladly accepted with relief.

Her action created a few results. Very quickly, most people turned away, as my bulge was no longer visible. It also further exasperated Vinnie, as she showed him that she preferred me at the moment and he could do nothing about it, lest Gabriel tear his head off.

As she sat down, I whispered in her ear, "It seems you have created quite a stir, but I will deal with you later."

Turning her head, she side-eyed smiled at me. Then, she took a deep breath, relaxed, and punched me in the shoulder. My arm cupped her hip possessively as we quickly settled back into casually making out and enjoying the comfort of each other's bodies.

Heather was an interesting young lady but like most college freshmen, she was still exploring and figuring out who she was. Although douchebags like Vin preyed upon naive girls like her, using their inexperience and insecurities to use her sexually, I was happy to keep our relationship to exclusively swapping spit or letting it venture further if she wanted.

After my summer experience, I had found a greater respect for women. I didn't need to get my rocks off, but was more intent on providing a positive experience for the both of us and actually learning about the person I was with. I know that is a rare perspective for a college freshman, but please remember that I had first Lisa and then Monica rewiring my Neanderthal thinking for quite some time. So, it was only natural that I consider the women and treat them with respect.

We hung out at the party for another hour, enjoying a few more free beers and the peace and quiet of Vinnie moving on to a game of quarters in another room. Eventually, Heather tilted her ass cheek up and reached underneath her, firmly grabbed my semi-hard cock, smiling widely.

"I think it is time that I see what has been poking me for the balance of the night," the impish blond said with a lustful stare.

Our Irish goodbye consisted of us slipping out the kitchen door in the back of the house. On our walk to my dorm room, I learned Heather was a double major in early childhood education and psychology. We chatted about home, family, her boyfriend, and our first few weeks in college as we casually held hands, enjoying the shared comfort.

Once we entered my room, I hugged Heather from behind, kissing the back of ear and neck, sucking gently as I kissed her.

"MMMMMM, that feels so good," she murmured quietly.

I worked my mouth around to her throat, slipping her jacket off her shoulders, having it fall off her arms as she slowly turned to face me. My lips did not stop as I worked up from the top of her chest to her soft lips. Kissing passionately, our familiar tongues met, leisurely enjoying each other until she broke the kiss and dropped to her knees.

Placing my hands on the sides of her shoulders, I urged her back up. With questioning deep blue eyes, the sweet pixie stopped me, legs bent, with her head just above my waist and hands on the button of my jeans.

"There is no way you are having first taste, my dear. It may be selfish of me, but I have been imagining your legs wrapped around my head for most of the night."

She was taken aback. A confused look was plastered across her face. As a lacrosse slut, she was there to service the needs of the guys and took what she could salvage as far as her own pleasure. I was determined to change that mindset, at least when she was with me. Plus, I really did want to lick the warmth that I had felt on my lap for most of the night.

"Take off your clothes and let me see that sexy body," I directed with a pleasant firmness.

Heather stared at me as she rose from her crouch, wide eyed and merely nodding her head as she complied. I noted her compliance, understanding a bit more about the eager young lady before me. First, she removed her sweater, revealing her pert braless "A" sized tits with a bit of embarrassment. I smiled, merely nodding my reassurance as she unsnapped her jeans, pushing them down along with her black lace panties.

Sitting on my desk chair, she slid pants, panties and her shoes off, revealing her nubile and sexy young body. Although most men would not give her much of a look, I thought she looked perfect, a bit red faced, flat chested with rock hard nipples, and a shapely ass and legs that indicated her years as a cheerleader and yoga disciple.

Her uncomfortable fidget when she rose was not only cute, but made me desire her more. There was something quite innocent about her. Yes, she was a "lacrosse slut." Yes, she was cheating on her boyfriend. Yes, she was now naked before me. But, she also was uncertain the entire time. She was anxious, excited, and naive. Those things were certain, but she also had a need, a need that she had not recognized, but I believed I had.

She watched me remove my shirt, socks and shoes, leaving my jeans on. I did not want her to witness my thick cock yet. Yes, it was part of her need.

Heather's lust filled eyes conveyed trepidation and anticipation. By design, I was already treating her much differently than any of the lacrosse players. Although some of them were my friends, their blatant mistreatment of certain vulnerable women did not jive with my thoughts at all. This sexy young lady was a treasure and I was going to demonstrate how much I appreciated her, and more so, understood her.

I grasped her tight ass cheeks, pulling her up to me for a passionate kiss. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around my waist and arms around my neck, naturally falling into the rhythm of the kiss between our well acquainted mouths.

Walking her to my bed, I gently lay her down, her legs still clutching me as we continued kissing entwined on the bed. Leaving her mouth, I slowly worked down her body, kissing and sucking on her neck, leaving no marks, but eliciting coos and moans from the diminutive coed. Her smooth skin with a stronger scent of Love's Baby Soft from her now naked chest encouraged my exploration of her tight body.

Working down to her perky, flat chest, I made a circling motion with my tongue around her right nipple. Working wide at first, the increasingly smaller spirals zeroed in on the hardened nub, but did not contact it. Moving to the left breast, I did the same and then blew on her nipple, moving to the right blowing on it as well. Heather was grasping the back of my head, aimlessly pulling me toward her, but I did not relent, continuing to draw shuddering breaths from her as I alternated blowing on her nipples. Her need grew greater, but her pleasured moans at being denied, at least for now, told me she loved the tease.

As she was writhing back and forth, my mouth enveloped the entirety of her right tit. I sucked it into my mouth, my tongue swirling around her nipple, flicking back and forth as my new lover moaned, "Ahhhhh, fuck, yes, yes, mmmmmmmmm. Fuuuuccccckkkkkk."

I did the same to her left breast. I spent a lot of time on her tits as I was quite certain not many boys had. But, it was quite obvious that she loved her nipples being manipulated. So, I gladly obliged, not wanting to rush, knowing the real prize was only a foot and a half lower.

Eventually, I kissed down her nicely toned abs. Heather's ass was already pushing upwards, pleading for some type of relief to the excitement in her crotch.

Reaching just above her beautiful pussy, there was a nicely trimmed triangle of moist yellow hair, already clinging to her a bit from the prolonged foreplay of the night. I kissed down to just above her clit, tasting her faint sex on her wet hair. Taking the back of my tongue, I skipped over her hard nub, licking down her watering slit to her taint.

Heather shuddered in anticipation of more as I flattened my tongue and then licked up, brushing the entirety of her sweet pussy, enjoying the sweet tang of her essence. Her taste was light, but had a notable tang. There was a salty element with a notable, yet subtle musk. I love eating pussy and hers was one of the finer ones. No doubt this was new territory to her. I highly doubted any of her previous encounters included an experienced pussy eater because her gyrations, convulsive movements, and moans came quickly and often.

Lapping with my flattened tongue over and over again, I purposely avoided her clit, not wanting to bring her over the edge too soon. Monica had always told me that she both loved and loathed this teasing habit of mine, but would not trade it for the world. So, if it was good enough for a 43 year old goddess, then my sexy little pixie should be just as pleased. Plus, as noted before, Heather wanted to be teased. She may not have realized it yet, but she loved it and part of the reason she allowed the lacrosse dickheads to use her was a strong submissive streak that had not been properly explored.

As her hips pushed forward with each additional swipe of my tongue, Heather's diminutive hands gripped the back of my head, holding it more than trying to force me, riding my face, enjoying the feel of my tongue and being orally worshipped.

Her juices flowed and hips bucked. I finally relented, engaging her pleasure button after about five minutes of teasing. She reacted instantly.

"Uhh, uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, ohhh, uhhh, ohhh, uhhh, yes, yes, ohhh, yes, yes, ahhhhhhhh!!!!!" Heather came on my face hard, now pulling my head against her pussy as if to jam my tongue through her.

"Fuck, Fuck, fuck, yes, ahhhhh, yes, fuck Mark! Fuuuuccckkkkk!!!! MMMMMMMMM!!!!"

Although it was now hard to breathe, I didn't pull back. Her strong inner thighs viciously squeezed my head, exacting the next orgasm she was working to. With her legs holding my head captive, her left hand reached for the pillow to cover her impending screams.

"UUUUHHHHHRRRRGGGGGG!!!! AAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! UHHHHRRRR!!!!! UHHHHHRRRR! UHHHHHRRRR!!!!! AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!" came the muffled sounds from the diminutive girl, cumming hard, bouncing her hips, my hair fisted in her right hand as I made every effort to hang on to her thighs and keep pace with her thrusting hips.

As hard as her orgasm was, her collapse was more profound, as her thighs immediately loosened, hand fisting my hair fell to the side, and I could spy over her pubic mound that the pillow was gone and her head had fallen to the side, open mouthed, breathing still quite heavy.

She was helpless, physically spent by what she would later share was one of the most intense orgasms she had ever had, and the first delivered by a guy's mouth.

Instead of letting her remain limp, I continued between her legs, lapping her juices, drinking her essence from her labial lips, enjoying the transition of her staggered breathing to a soft cooing as my tongue continued its worship of her beautifully soft petals.

I worked her up slowly, lapping again, as before, patient, methodical, full of intent.

"Mark? Uhhh, uhhh, what? what? Are you doing? Uhhh, uhhh, I, I already, uhhh, I, uhhhh, oohhh, uhhhh, mmmmm, yes, uhhhh, ohhhhh, fu, fu, fuuuuccckkkkkk!!!!! MMMMMM!!! Oh, yes, yes, yesssss!!!!!" Heather intoned as she accepted the pleasure of my mouth, enjoying another orgasm, albeit a bit less intense, but still quite fulfilling.

"Fuuuccckkkkk, what the fuck, Mark? You, you are incredible," the weakened and sated girl slurred as she collapsed back again.

After her third orgasm via my mouth, I stopped. Still wearing my jeans, I got us both a water and a beer, handing her the water first, so she could hydrate. It was going to be a long night for her.

Heather accepted the drinks, a bewildered look on her face, not sure what to make of me.

"I, uhhh, well, I, it's just that, uhhh, I have orgasmed three times and you haven't yet. Is there something wrong?"

I smiled broadly and chuckled a little, much to the consternation of Heather. I cupped her cheek gently, kissed her deeply, sharing her essence with her, and then smiled again.

"What? You didn't like it?" I asked knowingly.

"Huh? No, no, uhhh, I mean, yes, I loved it. It's just that, well, most guys, no; no guys I have ever been with have done that."

"Hmmmm, I guess you have been with the wrong guys."

Heather's immediate frown displayed her subtle hurt and embarrassment, but I was undeterred.

I hugged her tight little body into me, caressing her silky hair.

"Listen, it's not your fault. There aren't many unselfish guys out there. Many guys just want to add to their list of conquests, and to be honest, I kind of get it. Having a girl like you, being able to experience your sensual nature and being able to brag about it is more than most guys could ask for. It is what most guys want, but I don't need to do that."

Her uncertain gaze and questioning look told me she thought this was just another line, even after I had provided her with three quality orgasms.

"Yeh, I know what you're thinking. All guys just want one thing, and essentially, you are correct. But, I think all humans want one thing. It is just that most guys are not developed enough to understand the totality of it. All humans want companionship, and, if great sex is involved with it, then it's even better."

Looking downward, chuckling a bit, Heather subtly shook her head back and forth. Looking back up at me, her lower lip tucked under her teeth, her eyes spoke first.

"Hmmmm, you are an interesting guy, that's for sure Mark. But, I think we have moved beyond the companion part of the relationship. So, when am I going to get to see that cock you have been hiding from me?"

Not waiting for my reply, Heather grabbed the waist of my jeans, unbuttoned them, pulling them down to my ankles for me to step out of. Then, briefly rubbing my hardening cock through my boxers, she quickly pulled them down as well.

"Now, that's what I am talking about," she exclaimed with a hungry look.

Heather's diminutive mouth immediately encircled my cock head, licking the copious amounts of precum that had gathered over the night.

"MMMMMMMMMM" was followed by a flattened tongue lick from my balls to my head, as she wrapped her soft lips around my engorged head once again, sucking gently, already struggling with my girth.

Popping off of my cock, she exclaimed, "Your cock fucking tastes amazing, but I'm not sure how much I will be able to take. I can deep throat most of the lacrosse boys, but I am not making any promises with you."

Seeing this more promiscuous side of Heather enlightened me as far as her innocence or lack thereof. She may be a lacrosse slut, but it appears that it may have been more by design than by manipulation. She plunged her mouth down on my cock, trying to take more of me in. She did manage to stretch her mouth around and down about half of my cock, moving up and down on it, her saliva running down my hard pole as she worked her needy mouth on it.

I rested my hand on the back of her head, more caressing her than forcing her. I was certain that the lacrosse douches fucked her face, and I wanted our encounter to be more rhythmic, intuitive, and not forced at all. Whatever Heather did with my cock was what Heather wanted to do with my cock.

Unfortunately, my stamina outlasted Heather's mouth, as she pulled off of me after about ten minutes of devout sucking, stating, "I'm sorry, my jaw is sore. Plus, I can't stop imagining this fat cock inside of me. Can you please fuck me now?"