I don’t know how to tell him (or if I should tell him) about the rest. About now

the Chief comes back in with a tray with some coffee cups & cookies on it. He

sets it down turns to me and says, “Unless you still have something to bet, I

expect we’re through.” Luckily I’m still blushing or the flush I could feel would

have given something away. This has definitely gotten out of hand. J, with great

ceremony, returns my shirt, which I put on while we eat our cookies and drink the

coffee. J and The Chief go to the living room. I follow, and sit v-e-r-y

carefully (J only gave back the shirt). After the cookies are gone and J is

making the “I’m on my way out” motions, he stops and asks me what time dinner is

on Friday. “Seven,” I stammer. “That would be wonderful,” he says. He gathers up

his winnings, returns my tights to me, kisses me on the cheek and saying goodbye

to the Chief, leaves. “Well you surely know how to spice up a low stakes card

game.” The Chief tells me as we go up to bed. “You don’t know the half of it!” I

think to myself. Anyway, I didn’t hear from J until Wednesday. He called me

during the day and wanted to know if we were still on for Friday. I could feel

myself redden. I duck my own embarrassment by answering only the question he

asks. I reply that sure, we’re on or something like that. As I sit there

listening to him, I’m breathing faster, becoming anxious, and at the same time,

becoming quite horny. I’ve been putting this out of my mind as if I couldn’t

quite believe that he’d appear or that anything would happen. His voice disturbs

that. While I’m dealing with these emotions, he tells me quietly that I don’t

have to have him come over. Not sure how to react, I heard myself tell him that

it was fine. Taking a deep breath, I tell him that I always pay off my debts.

He said something then. I was sufficiently distracted that I’m not sure of the

exact wording, but he says, “You don’t do this because you lose a bet. If you

want me to come over, it should be because you want me to, not because you have

to.” Well, that messed up my head. I actually hear myself telling him that I

want him to come over. A part of it is that it seems like cheating to just duck

out on my bet. A part of me really wants to know what J would want from a sexual

slave, other than the obvious. I also realize a part of me is anxious to have it

happen. Time seems to hang still. I imagine myself parading around in front of

him with nothing on; I imagine his desire as he watches me; I get horny in

anticipation of the way his gaze will make me feel. I realize on a conscious

level that I want this to happen to me. I realize that I want to have this

experience. He asks me if seven is still good. I told him yes. He then asked me

if I remembered how I was supposed to answer the door. I knew what he meant. I

told him yes. He told me, “O.K. It’s a date,” and said goodbye. I stood there

holding the phone for a long moment.

The Chief went off on his trip. I spent Friday seeing that the house was clean.

I changed the sheets on our bed even though it wasn’t the normal day. At 5 in

the afternoon, I took a long bath with scented bath oil. I did my hair and all

of the other things I’d do before something important. when I was done, I put on

a lose robe and went down stairs. I started dinner about six. My mind spun

between visions of being savagely (well passionately) taken repeatedly on my

living room floor, and a terribly sophisticated dinner during which I just

happened to be nude. I had everything more or less ready at about quarter of

seven. That’s when I took off the robe. I’d been horny all afternoon, horny and

…End of the part4. To be continued..

started up my right leg. I tried to bite my tongue. I HAD to bite it when he got

to the top of my thigh this time. He brought up the hose and rinsed off the soap

from my legs. He started on my bottom and back. He spend several minutes working

on them. I had this image of myself as a race horse being curried (is that the

right word) after a run through a pasture. He slipped down and did my arms,

ending up on my chest. He began to do my stomach and chest. It was quite a

sensation as he worked on my breasts. When he was done I was still quite, but I

was sure I was clean, there. He spent quite a bit of time working his way down

my sides with that sponge, doing my stomach, rinsing me off. Then he did my sex.

He dropped sponge after a moment or two and used just his fingers. He certainly

got the oil out. He also gave me one helluva hard time as I tried to stay quiet.

He could see how hard it was for me as I bucked against his hand. He’d been

sifting quite a bit so he was able to completely surprise me when he slid his

cock right into me. I grabbed the fence for support as he plowed into me. It was

so weird, so kinky, so arousing, AND I HAD TO BE QUIET. I came once, and then

again and I only let out a little moan the second time. Still it was wonderful.

He unlatched the cuffs and let my hands go free. He took off my blindfold, and,

as I blinked in the dim light, pointed to his still erect member. I dropped to

my knees as I thanked him.

Out there in the moonlight I was overwhelmed by sensation. I was sopping wet,

still fairly oily (cold water only does so much), on my knees and just oozing

sexuality. It was all over me. I’d been naked now for several hours and I was

outside that way, in my own yard. I didn’t care that I was naked; I didn’t care

that my neighbors might see me. I didn’t care that any of a number of very

awkward things might happen, I was not me any more, at least not just then, I was

woman as sex, not just as sex object, but as the embodiment of sex itself. J was

there naked as I was, sporting an enormous erection that practically glowed in

the dark. He’d had me, made me come twice, but he’d held off. I couldn’t have

that. I latched onto him like a hungry tiger, taking his erection into my mouth,

grabbing his hips, literally so he couldn’t get away from me, because it was

important to me that I make him come. He allowed me to work on him for a moment

then for a couple, then he tried to get me to stop. I held on for dear life.

After a few seconds he stopped trying to pry me off and instead grabbed my hair

and pulled me to him, forcing himself deeper into my mouth, erupting as he did

it. I swallowed every drop. When he was through (I made sure) he just hugged me

for a few moments, then very quietly he said, “You could become habit forming,”

and then hugged me again. He helped me to my feet and took me back into the

house. He lead me to the bathroom and turned on the shower. When it was warm he

put me in and followed. He didn’t let me do anything right away. He started on

my feet and lathered his way up to mid thigh before starting on the other one.

He repeated the process, soaping my foot and calf and about half way up my thigh.

Then he stood up and washed my arms and back and then took out shampoo and did my

hair. When he was done with that and I was all rinsed off, he washed my face,

pausing to kiss me long and deep. I could get used to being pampered, I told

myself. Then he soaped my stomach and my bottom, being VERY thorough. He did my

thighs and then worked up to my breasts and washed them with incredibly gentle

strokes and movement. I’d relaxed but the last couple of minutes started my

…End of the part12. To be continued..

He runs his hands through my hair, delineating the backs of my ears and the line

of my jaw. The jeans fall to the floor and I pull them away from his feet, as his

knees relax him into the chair, and he starts reaching for my breasts.

My hands start tracking towards him. “Oh no you don’t” he commands, and lifts my

whole body by my upper arms to a standing position, my mouth losing contact with

his cock. He holds me in front of him, leans me closer, kisses me with fire then

grabs my bottom lip with his teeth. His hands slide down my arms to my wrists,

which are suddenly held behind me by just one hand. He’s strong — I could escape

but I won’t. Can’t. Don’t. The teeth in my lip press harder, the sensation and

the association of the imprisoned arms sending signals my Pavlovian response is

helpless before. I moan as the endorphins start to take, losing track of what

he’s doing.

He’d taken the belt from the jeans as he lowered them, and it’s now being

fastened around my arms, restricting my arms and holding them behind me. He

releases my lip, looks at me with craving, lechery, desire… “Now go back to

what you were doing”, he decrees. I obey, gladly, dropping to my knees in front

of him and taking his manhood once more into my mouth.

I feel inspired, inflamed, inebriated by the changes in his body. His breathing

starts to catch as I apply my lips up and down the sides of his cock, then around

the top, brushing it as if with one long, absorbing kiss. Running my tongue

around the base, I start to trace the lines on the scrotum, then gently take each

ball in my mouth and let my tongue play with it as I savour the taste of him. My

tongue draws a thin line right under the sac, as he slumps in his chair and

abandons himself to the feeling. My nose precedes the mouth back to the cock, and

I then lick from bottom to top, finally taking the whole in my mouth and staring

the longed-for in-and-out motion he so desires.

I have to concentrate on not overbalancing without the use of my hands when his

hands gently come to land on the back of my head and urge me in a faster and more

intense rhythm. His groin raises to meet me, and he starts uttering small moans,

almost inaudible yet as clear to me as a summons to further action. I relax my

throat, and gradually work his thickness down as far as I can, as his groans

metamorphose into higher, almost distressed cries and he compels me deeper,

farther and faster. His cock becomes solid and utterly erect, and his whole lower

body is climbing to meet me — when he removes my head with an unintelligible

entreaty and slumps to the chair, sweating, panting, not yet satisfied.

“Not yet”, he gasps, then takes better control of himself. “Not yet”, he repeats,

“We have a long way to go tonight.”

He leads me back to his office, and stands me in front of his computer, facing

the screen. He then sits in his chair behind me, and starts running his hands up

and down the sides of my body. Gradually, his hands start edging around to the

…End of the part2. To be continued..

I was late, but not enough
Still going: loud and harsh…and drunk
I hate her office, and their parties.
I find the bar and order up: scotch rocks
In the mass and haze I’m hidden safe

There she is! My Kate, my treasure
My wife, my refuge, my rock
Good wife, good mother…and more
Just to see her now excites me though
Like we’ve never met. She stands out.

Dancing there, she swings and laughs
She loves to dance, and me to watch her
Tonight there’s more…so loose and free
Maybe the margaritas…or lack of me?
I should go over now, but do not move

We have much duty, Kate and I
Our jobs, the boys…and money
Fine lust’s been last in line
Although we lie together well
The starting job is mine

More now, I hear the same:
“…so tired…” “…a weeknight…”
“Ouch…you’re on my hair!”
“You know I really don’t like to do that.”
“…this weekend…for sure”

“Another scotch, please” How she loves to dance
And many times with him…he’s new, she says
Customer Relations…late 30’s
Handsome…good dancer…Latin…and dark
She looks grating good with him

‘Tween each dance they stand and chat
He talks…she laughs…and smiles
Mmm…that twinkle of her eyes
I know it well…and meant for me
I should go over now, but do not move

Now the music starts again…but slow
He takes her hand. She looks around
The room…I guess for me. I hide
Now together soft. The song goes on
And the gap between dissolves

The song now done, they move apart
Sweet Kate, flushed, scans again for me
He whispers soft, she looks at him
Slow music on again and now together…close
Oh Kate! Her fine fingers soothe his nape

No mistaking where it heads
His hand glides down her back
She stops him? No. Up to him tight
Now on her toes, and his knees bend
He rubs that place I thought was mine

My heart is fast and anger hot
But fear and nausea too. But more…
Below my belt, I’m hard as rigid steel
I feel to go in fifty ways…and more
I should go over now, but do not move

Now music’s done, and lights go up
“Gather round, folks!” the boss is saying
Thanking all for much hard work
Could not be done alone. Kate?
I search the crowd…gone…and him!

My stiffened panic’s now sincere
Pushing past…”Excuse me.”
To get to where they were. Gone!
Now, down each darkened hallway
Each office checked, but no!

Darkened meeting room…door wide ajar
“Oh…mmm…Juan…I really can’t…mmm”
Her voice! Danger? No…I know this tone
But not so often now. “Don woory, Kay’-tee!”
I should stop this now, but do not move

Quick peek to see, then in unseen
Now behind a plant, I fix my eyes
Together at the window…city lights
He behind her. Light kisses on her shoulders
Her head back…soft neck…and whispers

“Oh, Juan…mmm…not here…this is…crazy…Juan!”
Her straps…off shoulders…down
“Frank will be…mmm…oh, Juan…mmm…please”
Nibbling her ear, strong hand…down her chest
“Don woory, Kay’-tee! Don woory!”

…End of the part1. To be continued..

Over the first weeks of that year, Susan earned a number of detentions from me for violating the “4-B” dress code. Finally she settled into what became her uniform: Stirrup pants and an oversized sweater a la Marilyn Monroe-a look I thought was outdated, but which somehow made her even more of a sex-pot than her friends who were trying unsuccessfully to emulate teenage pop stars (while still covering the school minimum of flesh).

Susan had definitely begun discovering the benefits of being female in a crowd of hormone-crazed teen boys. She got respect from the jocks because she stood up to them, but hung out with the nerds, possibly making her the most popular girl in school. But her marks were atrocious, her conduct disrespectful, and she had serious discipline problems.

II wasn’t sure she was entirely unaware of the effect she had on me, either. When I told her to wait after class was dismissed she would deliberately stand too close to me, making me feel flustered and hot.

And horny. I was continually surprised and somehow angry at that. But damn it!-she was seventeen. Three years over the age of consent but nine years younger than me. And, I thought, she couldn’t possibly have any idea of the sort of things that crept into my head when she looked at me so insolently in class:

Susan Castle is standing outside my office door. She is wearing a thin, long cotton T-shirt and nothing else, as she has been instructed. Inside the office, I am waiting and wet. I slip the dildo into its harness, and then slide the free end into my pussy with a grunt. I tighten the buckles on the straps which cup my ass and hips. I always love the look of the dildo thrusting up from my crotch. Do men feel like this, I wonder? Apart from the dildo and its harness I am wearing a pair of stockings, a bustier, and opera-length gloves. The room has been prepared. Several candles flicker on the shelves, making my rubber cock cast shadows that would give old Sister Chang from high school nightmares. Hanging from assorted hooks along the wall behind my desk are some toys: A thick strap called a strapple, a piece of bamboo cane, a shiny pair of clamps (nipple or labia-oh no, the clothespins for naughty pussy lips are over there). Satisfied with the arrangements, I call out: “Enter”. I cross my arms and stand facing the door with my feet apart. The door swings open of its own accord. Susan enters with an old-fashioned candlestick. Her eyes are big, dark and a little fearful, riveted to the jutting phallus between my thighs. I melt inside, wanting to hold her to me and tell her its all going to be alright, that I’d never really hurt her. But I can’t-she needs to know that I am the one in control. Ordered to place the candlestick on the desk, Susan attempts to straighten up. But I have a gloved hand firmly in her hair. I push firmly downward. “You will enter this room only on your knees from now on, slave.” Obediently she kneels. I slap her face. “You will answer me with your little mouth,” such a tight little rosebud of a mouth-I want to kiss it. I want to pinch her lips with clothespins, I want to bite them “and what I will hear from that dirty little mouth will be ‘Yes Mistress’. Have you quite got that?” She almost nods for a minute. But eventually says: “Y-yes Mistress.” There’s no foreplay. “I’m going to fuck all your holes, right now, just to prove I can; to prove that you’re my property. Won’t that be nice?” “Yes M-Mmmmph!” as I drive the dildo between her lips. She resists for a moment, and I take a short sash cord from the desk and whip her vigorously. After about ten stripes have blossomed on her back and ass, to the accompaniment of shocked squeals, I feel the dildo fully inserted in her mouth. She’s looking up at me from my crotch, inquiringly. I fuck her mouth for a few strokes, then pull out. At my command she turns and presents her behind to me. I order her to put her head to the floor, tossing a textbook down so that she won’t risk wood burn. She almost wiggles in pleasure as I drive the first inch of the dildo into her cunt. But I stop almost as soon as I’ve begun, and she whimpers as I withdraw. “You cum without permission, slut, and I’ll whip you sixty times with the cane.” I hiss at her. An empty threat. She’s never been caned before, and her tender ass would bleed before I gave the tenth stroke. But she doesn’t know that. She also doesn’t know that I don’t know her anywhere near well enough to stop her from cumming if she started. But I rely on her honesty. I grab her ass firmly and spread her cheeks. Her puckered little asshole is porn-star clean, as I specified. Fingering a large dollop of lubricant into her hole, I begin intruding with the dildo. Her whimpering becomes moaning, then crying out. “If you want this to stop, all you need to do is use your safe word, slave.” She knows-but I have to be sure. As I seat the dildo inside her to the hilt, I feel the tension relax inside her as she opens up and admits her Mistress. I glory in the trust and triumph, and as the dildo slips in and out of both of us, I smack her ass triumphantly and start to cum. . . . See what I mean? What seventeen-year-old could possibly share that dream?
Susan settled into her seat, and for the entire term she never once raised her hand. If I called on her she’d either ignore me, looking out the window, or else she’d stare at me blankly. There wasn’t much I could do beyond give her another detention.

After her first report card, neither of her parents came to parent-teacher night. Since she was in great danger of failing, I took it upon myself to call her listed phone number. Receiving no reply, I attempted to contact her parents at work. At her father’s workplace number I was told that Mr. Castle was away at the moment and probably wouldn’t be back for several weeks. Her mother’s listed employer-the construction firm of Stonewall and Mason-told me that Mrs. Castle no longer worked for them. Intrigued, I pulled her file card at the office-technically a no-no but easily done if one knew the file clerk.
…End of the part5. To be continued..

If, with left leg extended,
she encircles your waist with her right leg,
laying its ankle across her left thigh,
and you do the same,
it is “Svastika” (The Swastika)*.

*An ancient good-luck talisman based on the symbolism of a
cross whirling sun-wise. The Nazis used it the wrong way
round, whirling widdershins, and the Indian pundits
always said this was sacrilegious and would doom them.

Sitting face to face in bed,
her breasts pressed tight against your chest,
let each of you lock heels
behind the other’s waist,
and lean back clasping one another’s wrists.

Now, set the swing gently in motion,
your beloved, in pretended fear,
clinging to your body with her flawless limbs,
cooing and moaning with pleasure:
this is “Dolita” (The Swing).

If, seated face to face,
your toes caress the lovely woman’s nipples,
her feet press your chest
and you make love holding each other’s hands
it is “Kaurma” (The Tortoise).

Seated, the lady raises
one foot to point vertically over her head
and steadies it with her hands,
offering up her “yoni” for lovemaking:
this is “Mayura” (the Peacock).

If, sitting facing her,
you grasp her ankles and fasten them like a chain
behind your neck, and she
grips her toes as you make love,
it is the delightful “Padma” (the Lotus).

Sitting erect, grip your lover’s waist
and pull her on to you,
your loins continuously leaping together
with a sound like the flapping of elephants’ ears:
this is “Kirtibandha” (the Knot of Fame).

Kneeling between her thighs,
tickle her breasts and under her arms,
call her ‘my lovely darling’
and print deep nailmarks around her nipples:
thus “Jaya” (Victory) is expounded.

Rear-Entry Positions:
——————–

She bends well forward and grips
the bedstead, her buttocks raised high;
cup your hands to serpents’ hoods
and squeeze her jar-shaped (sic) breasts together:
this is “Dhenuka” (the Milch Cow).

If you mount her like a dog,
gripping her waist,
and she twists round to gaze into your face,
experts in the art of love say
it is “Svanaka” (the Dog).

If the lady, eager for love,
goes on all fours, humping her back like a doe,
and you enjoy her from behind,
rutting as though you’d lost all human nature,
it is “Hirana” (the Deer).

When, with lotus-feet
set well-apart on the ground, she bends,
placing a hand upon each thigh,
and you take her from the rear,
it is “Gardabha” (the Ass).

…End of the part3. To be continued..

again stiffening to a rock-like hardness in her softly sucking

mouth. She hummed softly on it, sending shivers of sensation

through me. Her tongue worked over and around it and she began

to pump it slowly in and out of her sucking lips. It felt so

hot and slippery that in no time I was flying high again.

She steadily increased her pace, plunging down on my

burgeoning cock and then sucking gently as she lifted her head

off of it. Her right index finger and thumb encircled the base

of it and her left hand palmed my balls gently, silently asking

for another delivery of hot cum.

I couldn’t wait to oblige, and her attentions became

more strident and demanding as she took me higher and higher

into a cloud of brilliant sex-pleasure. She began augmenting

her efforts by pumping the skin of my cock up and down in rhythm

with her sucking and at the same time squeezing the shaft

rhythmically with her thumb and finger. It was like being

fucked and sucked at the same time, and it sent me completely

off my rocker. My brain seemed to be spinning at a thousand

miles an hour, cruising along at 50,000 feet. My senses were

swamped in a continuous blast of pleasure. I grasped blindly

toward the walls, trying not to collapse as my muscles seemed

almost out of my control.

I felt the warmth of her hand cupping my balls and she

gulped “Cum, cum, cum…” with each plunge onto my prick. The

vibration of her voice was indescribably pleasurable. My

breathing was hot, hard, and spasmodic when I could be sure I

was breathing at all. Then I don’t think I breathed at all for

what seemed an eternity. My muscles were all locked rigidly, my

back arched, standing on tip toes to give her as much access to

my most sensitive spots as possible. I was drowned in

incredible sex, feeling as I never had before.

Without any warning I started cumming again, feeling

like I was spurting gallons into her hot mouth, a volcanic

eruption that started in the depths of my being and boiled

inexorably toward the surface until it burst almost explosively

from my cock. Her tongue worked overtime, lashing ferociously

around my cock as her lips and fingers milked me for all I had

left. I shook and convulsed in the stuffy closet air as I came

and came, and her slippery lips clenched pleasurably on my prick

as she swallowed it all. She hummed her appreciation as she

slowed her pace to a steady, gentle pistoning that lovingly drew

out my hottest juices.

Finally I almost collapsed over her and she steadied me

with her left hand while she gently sucked and milked the last

few slippery dribbles from my softening cock. She was truly an

artist at oral sex and I knew this was a life experience I would

never forget. It was all too obvious that she loved giving such

pleasure.

Finally she pulled my softening shaft from her lips with

a smack, gave it a few soft parting licks of her cum-coated

tongue and stood up, still helping steady me on my feet.

Gasping for breath, shuddering spasticly, I gazed in

ecstasy on her shining face, and we smiled gloriously at each

other. We silently hugged and kissed again, tasting each

other’s juices on each other’s tongues, and then began to

shakily get our clothes back together.

Before she could fasten her bra I had to lean forward

and kiss and suck her magnificent breasts once more, and she

sighed and stroked my head in appreciation as I did so.

She fastened her bra and then gently squeezed my now

hanging dong and kissed me again.

“I hope we get a chance to do this again some time.” she

said, but I think we both knew that this would probably be our

only encounter. We kissed softly and deeply, silently

expressing our thanks to each other for the wonderful experience

we had shared.

Then I pulled up my pants and put on my shirt and she

zipped up her panties and pulled on her sweater. I picked up my

tie and she listened at the door for a moment to make sure no

one was walking through the short hallway outside.

Then she grinned and winked at me, turned out the light,

and exited through the door into the brightly lit hall. I

followed quickly and shut the door behind me as she turned the

corner to enter the ladies’ room. I hurried the other direction

into the mens’ room and, thankfully finding it empty, entered a

stall and sat down to dry my crotch with some toilet paper.

Then I washed my hands, quickly put on my tie and left, feeling

flushed and sweaty but tingling all over with ecstatic echoes of

the fantastic sex I had just experienced.

A few moments later I made my way back to my office,

still shaking inside, and went back to work, still able to taste

and smell the exquisite bouquet of sex. What a wonderful

afternoon it was.

–

anticipation, dropping my t-shirt on the floor.

She looked up at me with a grin and leaned forward again

to take my cock into her hot mouth, watching my eyes bug out

with the sensation. Her tongue laved it in her mouth, wetting

it well, and I placed my hands on her shoulders to steady

myself. She gave it two long slurping sucks before taking her

mouth away, making me moan and then slump as she stopped her

fine attentions.

Then she stood and kissed me hotly again, pressing her

naked chest against mine. I reeled with pleasure at the

sensation and my hands instinctively lifted her skirt to stroke

her thighs and crotch.

Then it was my turn to kneel down. She put one foot up

on a small stool that must have been left in the closet by the

telephone men and I pushed her skirt back to expose her panties

to my view. Lo and behold, she was wearing “easy access”

panties with a nylon zipper from the top of the front all the

way up the back. She reached down and grasped the zipper even

as I noticed it and pulled it down, down, and, leaning forward,

pushed it through her crotch and up the back. As she removed

her hand the zipper split open and her hair and labias burst

through, the lips already engorged, pink and shining.

I gasped with excitement and she chuckled. “I was

enjoying myself in the ladies room before I met you.” It was

obvious she had been, too, for as I impulsively dove into her

crotch, my tongue found her pussy to be hot, wet, and slippery,

just the way I like them. She smelled and tasted so sexy it

made my head spin.

I found her clit almost at once, and after stroking my

tongue up and down her slit a few times I began making slow

smooth circles around her clit. Now it was her turn to lean on

my shoulders. I heard her gasp and felt her body jerk with

pleasure as I ate her well. I even tongued back to her vagina

and rimmed it as she, one foot still up on the stool, leaned

back to give me easier access.

After a minute more, Julie, shuddering and gasping,

lifted me away and to my feet. She hugged me to her and lowered

herself a little until I felt my cock head resting in her crotch

hair. I reached down with one hand and, as we again kissed

heatedly, moved the head of my cock up and down between her

labias, trying to rub it on her clit. She reached down and

replaced my hand with hers to guide my tool smoothly into her

cunt.

The heat I felt there was incredible. The head pressed

smoothly in and then broke past the first resistance. We both

gasped with pleasure and she kissed me again as she lowered

herself down still further until our groins met. We were fully

enmeshed, and for a moment I stayed still, feeling her muscles

twitching and clenching around my cock.

…End of the part3. To be continued..

anyway. I used to have a girlfriend who told me I was the only guy who was

capable of making her come almost every time. The only reason for that was

because I the only guy who really tried.”

I was massaging her shoulders while I said this. I looked down and saw that

she was breathing deeply and heavily, her eyes closed. My heart rate jumped

back up when I realized what was happening. I felt my prick swelling up inside

my jeans like a balloon. Slowly I moved my hands out along her shoulders while

I continued to talk in a husky voice. “You see, my favorite part of making love

is to explore the woman’s body.” My hands moved up and down her arms. Her

breathing grew more labored and she tilted her head up a bit, eyes still

closed. I leaned down and whispered close to her ear, “Every inch, from head to

toe. I like to touch, and be touched. I like to lick and nibble until until she

can’t take any more. And then…” I ran my hands up her sides and slowly,

gently slipped them around under her breasts. He breathing turned to gasps,

then moans. She arched her back as I fondled her. Even through her bra and

heavy shirt her nipples stood out like little buttons. I flicked my index

fingers across them gently and each time I did she jumped a little.

By now I was hard as a rock and her hand found its way to my crotch, rubbing

its length almost desperately. She seemed almost out of control, her breath

coming in little cries. She turned around suddenly and buried my mouth against

hers. The kiss lasted forever, it seemed, as our tongues intertwined like two

sensuous snakes.

Then the shift bell rang. Lunch was over.

We both pulled back, confused and more than a little embarassed. Neither one

of us said much as we straightened out our clothing and got ready to go back to

work.

On the way out the door though, our hands brushed briefly and a spark seemed

to jump between them. I looked up at her and saw a barely controlled fire

raging in her eyes. I knew right then that it was not nearly over yet…

The rest of the night passed quietly. I kept looking at Jenny across the

otherwise unoccupied shop but not once did I catch her looking back at me. I

didn’t have opportunity to talk to her at all, so I could do nothing but

wonder. Most likely she was trying to forget it ever happened. I was hardly a

woman’s dream come true, as past experiences had told me. Probably just as

well.

But just try telling that to the ache in my heart. Or the one between my

legs.

Finally the end-of-shift bell rang. A couple of scraggly, sorry-looking

graveyard people had drifted in to take over our machines and we could take

off. I saw Jenny head over to the phone and dial a number.

“What’s up?” I asked her.

“Calling Dianne to come pick me up. She’s got my car tonight.”

Dianne was Jenny’s roomie. I had met her briefly before, and Jenny had once

mentioned that she worked an early day shift. Even if she didn’t have to get up

early tomorrow she surely wouldn’t enjoy dragging ass out of bed at 2AM to come

down here and get Jenny. Before Jenny dialed the last digit I volunteered,

…End of the part2. To be continued..

Deb looked classy — I liked her tightly creased pants and high
heels. Her short, light brown hair had blond highlights and
swept over the top of her head. She wore dark glasses that
framed her piercing brown eyes. Her lips were shiny with
lipstick and when I saw the stain on her beer glass I thought
about what it would be like to have a similar stain around my
cock. Her small mouth seemed barely big enough to fit around my
generous member — but I wanted the chance to see.

She was keeping up with me in beers and since I was starting to
feel pretty good, I knew that she had to be as well. We talked
about dope. “I haven’t been stoned in years,” she said. I
invited her out to my Jeep for a smoke and she agreed.

We tuned up and talked. “God, I’m horny,” she blurted. No need
to tell me twice — I leaned over and kissed her. We sat kissing
for several minutes, then she rested her hand on the inside of my
thigh. My hardening cock was only a couple inches away. She
moved her hand up and rest it gently on my dick. It wasted no
time in getting hard as rock; “you’re hung like a horse!” Deb
exclaimed as she ran her hand over my masterpiece. “Take a
look”, I offered as I unzipped my pants and pulled them to my
knees. My rockhard shaft bounced free and pointed straight up.

Deb bent over and put the head of my cock into her small mouth.
I could see her cheeks expand as she worked more of the shaft in.
She lathered up the head with her spit and went to work on me. I
leaned back and relaxed, watching Deb’s head bob and parry on my
engorged penis. My orgasm came quickly under her expert suck;
“I’m cuming!” I groaned. She moaned something and put in the
little extra effort necessary to bring me off. My hips thrust
forward as I popped into Deb’s mouth. She continued her up and
down motions as my balls burst forth their nectar deep into her
mouth. When she withdrew my cock, its shaft was gooey with my
spunk.
—

by Sean Devon

I awoke to music, talk and laughter
Fuzzy toward the toilet and relief
My parent’s late party smoldered on below
Old friends, new gossip, old jokes
Returning now, our guest room door agar
What’s there…peeking…who’s there?

By night light and moon, soft blonde curls abed
But who…Mrs. Taylor…Ann…a beauty
My favorite parent’s friend…warm…funny…and more
When she asked, she seemed to want to know
Her sleeping drew me closer…and excited

On the chair her clothes…a sparkling gown
Lace brassiere…and, mmm…her perfume
Dark stockings and high-heeled shoes…red
I lift a shoe and smell her…mixed with leather
It is still warm, it rubs my face

There…underneath…some dark lace
Hoping…carefully pulling…oh, yes it is!
My heart beats as I turn this garment right
I lightly touch the silk and cotton center band
Still moist…so recent at her core, I shiver

This perfume more powered than her spray
Her pungent musk so drew me close
My knees weak, I rubbed it with my face
Awake below in my PJs, I rubbed there too
On that cloth, a small drop of mine mixed with hers

A quiet moan started me!…but Ann still slept
I watched the sheet’s soft rise and fall
Touch? Could I touch her? She drew me in
Closer…her breathing…fluttering lashes
My hand shaking…but proceeding

Like a butterfly I landed on a hill
Her breathing pushed my fingertips
I looked her face for signs, then landed more
Under cotton she gave way beneath my touch
So soft, I danced across this mound

See? Could I see these? She drew me in
I eased the sheet so slow across her
Almost done…she moved…and made a sound
I froze…then…all calm, pulled again…and then
Marvelous proud puddings stood in the night

I know now, the sheet had done its work
Like little berries atop dessert, they stood
Between my fingers they were soft…but firm
Rolling…she gently twists and moans soft
Squeezing…she sucks a breath…and rises up

Brazen now, I pull each up to teepees
My Ann makes her lips to whistle
But only sucks a breath…and moans light
I suck one in…and tongue.
But now she serious moans …and rolls!

Quick, I jump! She rolls…and back
She’s again same, but soft legs apart
Can I see more? She draws me in.
I slide the sheet down her tummy…rise and fall
Her hips flair wide…and, oh…soft hair

I make through her silky tuft…and again
A closer look between…thick lips…and warm musk
In these lips, two more…and wet…and, oh!
So soft! Oh, like liquid silk…mmmm
She sweet moans…and moves…against

I slide in…and more…and deep
So soft…and out…then deep again
She hums low now and rolls her hips
Another? Can I use another? She draws me in
My second finger rubs a little nub…she jumps

I rub again…and she again…and moans
I squeeze my new friend and her lip bites
Taste? Can I taste her? She draws me in
Up my finger full with juice and
Taste her toxic lust and…need more

Sheet away. Careful as a panther now,
I crawl ‘tween milky thighs
My Ann, sleeping still, lifts a leg…slowly
I move very in…in close
Her thick vapors make me swoon

I gently tongue a lip…and hear a moan
Deeper now…and there’s my friend
So hard and soft…I feel Ann quake
I flick again…and now she moves…
To give me more…and more

I cup soft cheeks of this warm chalice
And lift it, more to drink…and deep
Tasting lust, I go for more…and more
Her molten lips caress my face
And soft hairs tease my nose

Sleepy fingers in my hair. Oh,
She’s now a ship on rising waves
Each roll portends a storm
I can’t be in her far enough
Nor drink her nectar dry

I am now deaf!…in velvet vise!
Sweet Ann’s is turned to iron!
My hair is coming out by roots
My breath’s no longer mine
I struggle to escape, but love just where I am

My gasps are buried deep in her
And hers I cannot hear
As stars appear, my root expels…
Its warm and sticky seed, and now…
Just in time, I am at both ends released!

I gasped and breathed a ragged tune
Sweet Ann, she sang the same
I held her tight and one last time
Did wash in her sweet broth
Then, tenderly, away

Breakfast already on below
Bacon scent and voices came
I heard her voice…warm…luxurious
Hands over my face…she was still there
Wanting to go…and not, I dressed

“Sean, be a dear and take the trash.”
“Yes, Mom.” Then, I dared to look
She smiled at me, “Morning, Sean”
Nervous, “Morning, Ms. Taylor.”
I grabbed the trash and fled

I did the trash, and through a window
“Ann, how do you do it? You look…well…”
“What, Marian?” “Well…almost radiant!”
“Well, thanks! I did turn in early, you know.”
“Well, that must have been it” “Oh, it was Marian. It was!”

I could feel her smiling
I smiled for years

Suddenly, something lands on my back. Well, at first I thought that
something had landed, but as I turn around to look, I see that a beautiful
woman has softly placed her hand right between my shoulderblades.
No doubt my mouth falls open, for not only is she extremely beautiful,
she has also surprised the hell out of me. “I saw you walking,”
she says, softly, coyly… “I saw you walking, and I couldn’t help
myself… I just had to follow you…” She looks down at her feet,
and then up at me, through her eyelashes. I think of what to say
for a moment… it just seems that she is the most beautiful creature
I’ve seen anywhere. She’s got long dark blonde hair, her eyes are
green, and her lips, which are slowly working back and forth over each
other, are red. Her pink toungue quickly darts out to grab something
invisible off of her lip (no, she’s not a frog…). Her ample
breasts, encased in her white tank top, are slowly moing up and
down with her breath. Her waist is slim…. no extra poundage that
I can see. Her hips are medium-sized to large, and her legs are long
and smooth.

“Well… perhaps you’d care to walk with me…?” I finally get
the words out after what seems like an eternity of deliberation.

So we walk for a while, occasionally sharing words, savouring nature
all the while. Occasionally she glances up at me… more often than
not, we make eye contact. More often than not, she breaks away first…
but as time goes on, she gets bolder, and the gaze is held for longer
times. She is looking more beautiful by the minute… and soon it
appears that we are savouring the beauty of each other more and more,
and the importance of the nature around is slowly getting less and less.

Eventually, we get to another clearing. Only God knows how far
we’ve walked together, or exactly where we are… However, I can hear
the faint babbling of a creek. I know I’m not all that lost.

She moves to the center of the clearing, and stands with her back
twoards me. I walk up to her, as softly as I can… but it looks
like she knows I’m there, for when I get within about three feet of her,
she turns to face me. We look into each others eyes… for what seems
like another eternity, we gaze. Finally, she breaks the gaze… she
half-closes her eyes, and swiftly closes the distance between us.
She comes to me, and as I am about to put my arms around her, I hear
her whisper something that sounds like “I need you…”

As the hug extends itself in time, I start to run my hands up and
down her back. She hold me tighter, and I give her a squeeze… She
starts to do the same to me. Convieniently, her tank top is outside of her
khaki shorts, so I take the invitation, and place my hands on the bare
flesh of her back. It is smooth and cool… I think that it is much
unlike my own must be. I run my hands along her spine… the groove
that it makes is well defined. She pulls my black shirt out of
my khaki shorts, and she begins to feel my back as well. It is heaven.

I change to running my hands in circles. Eventually I get to her bra,
and, after a moment’s thought, I deftly undo it. Surprisingly
enough, she doesn’t pull away… she keeps her arms around me, and
whimpers just a little bit — almost inaudibly. Her touch gets stronger,
more insistent… I move away just a little bit, in order to look at her.
Everything about her says ‘YES!’… her eyes gaze soulfully into
mine, and her hands reach out to rest on my shoulders. Then they swiftly
move to the buttons of my shirt, which they deftly undo… she puts
her hands inside my shirt and hugs me again. I hear a definite ‘mmmmm….’
as I raise her tank top as far as it’ll go. She obligingly steps
away breifly, and allows me to whisk the garment above her shoulders
and off, onto the ground. Her bra falls to the ground as well, and
her gorgeous breasts shake free. I place my hands around them,
lovingly cupping them… my jaw must be at my feet, for she whispers
“So you like them?” I nod my head, looking at her only briefly.

I fall to my knees, kissing and licking her breasts. She shucks
my shirt for me, and begins to knead my shoulders.

After a while, I move my ministrations to her stomach. The warmth
coming from her lower regions is palpable now; I can feel it on my face
as my tounge nudges into her bellybutton. I move lower, I undo the top
buttons of her shorts, I undo the bottom buttons. Her shorts fall to
her feet (with a little help from me), and suddenly she is wearing
nothing but bikini panties, shoes, and a necklace. My hand reaches up
to cup her mound, and I look up… her eyes are closed, and her
head is tilted back in ecstasy. My hand, now moving with a will of its
own, pulls her panties down around her ankles. Her vagina is now
radiating heat like a heatlamp… I knelt on the ground, looking up
at this beautiful woman. I lowered my head, licking her, her wet
sweet on my tounge. Palms cradling her hips, I held her, raised her
like a chalice, lips pressing tight while my tongue sought the point
that would bring her home. She screamed in pleasure…

As the echoes died away in the woods, I sat back on my forelegs.
She came down to meet me, a prurient smile on her lips. She pushed
me to the side, then quickly got on top of me. Closing her eyes,
she kissed me… what a kiss. Before long, her tounge found its way
into my mouth and started exploring. Meantime, her hands were exploring
the bulge in my shorts. Her hands seemed to have wills of their own as they
undid the button at the top of the garment, then sliding the zipper down
to the bottom if its track. She bade me raise my hips off the ground,
so she could slide my shorts down… Then she ran her tounge down to
the rock hard member inside my briefs. Hungrily, she pulled them off,
freeing Mr Happy to stand on end. She licked it like a lollypop, then
she put her mouth around it and began sucking in earnest. Licking,
sucking… I went out of my head. But before I came, she moved her head
back up onto mine… she moved her whole naked body on top of mine.
In the midst of the resulting long, deep kiss, I entered her. She
moaned as I did, and continued moaning as I moved inside of her.

An instant later and yet an eternity, I found release… she did too,
several times. We lay together, exhausted… we must have fallen
asleep together, for the next I remember, it was getting dimmer
as the sun went down. We quickly got up, got dressed, and began
walking back to civilisation, arms around each other.

what I heard not many have turned you down,” chuckled Ron.

“Oh shut up, Ron! You’re such a gossip.”

Lydia strode into the lounge gracefully and was greeted by a bitchy Dianne and a

nosy Ron. If they couldn’t tell she was glowing, then nobody could.

***

“Here?” she asked.

“Why not? It’s a good a place as any. Don’t you think?” he said.

He slid down her body and pushed her onto the desk. Her dress allowed his hands

to rip off her panties savagely.

“Oh, God.”

“Mmm, nope, I am not a god. Have you become religious lately?” He slipped a

finger inside of her.

“Don’t be such a wise ass,” she said. “Yes, that’s it right there. Shit, that

feels so good.”

“You mean here?” he chuckled sucking her lips into his mouth. Her coral sex was

wet with arousal and his saliva gleamed on the pouting lips. She could feel the

intricate pattern of his oral ministrations effect her. She was so close.

“Yes! Don’t ever stop,” she moaned. Janine was almost there. Her whole body was

tense. Her breast’s heaved with passion causing them to jiggle in each response

to his lovemaking. With each swipe of his tongue on her clitoris her whole body

jerked in a spasm of pleasure.

“Hmm? I have to get going, love,” he said leaving her at the edge of release.

“What? NOW?”

“Yes, I do have to teach classes every once and awhile.” He grinned.

“YOU bastard!”

“Later, perhaps?” he smiled.

“Yes,” she admitted.

“Later, love.” He kissed her softly as he broke away from her clutching embrace.

her body and soapy bubbles clung to her body, lightly covering her furry sex and

firm breasts.

“Of course,” he answered. He was never one to talk too much. It was never

expected anyhow.

“Oh, I seem to have gotten you a bit wet. Let’s get those clothes off you before

you catch a cold,” she said playfully.

“Oh, yeah…right!” he said, disrobing as if he was the next contestant competing

for a prize for the fastest undresser in the west.

He picked her up easily as if one would pick up a doll. He carefully carried her

lithe form into the bedroom, over to the bed, then set her down, as if she were a

precious object. Unwrapping her towel, she swung her legs wide and teasingly

splayed her labia with her fingers, while saying, “You know what to do.”

He didn’t say a word as he knelt between her legs. The dim light of the bathroom

shadowed his hard rugged features. She looked down at his red fur covered head

while he slurped at her dark depths of pink. He swirled his tongue around her

womanhood like she had taught him. Her hips lurched forward against his face and

her body trembled with each thrust of his talented tongue. She groped at her own

breasts twisting the nipples slightly between her fingers. The tingles spread

through her body starting at her loins up to her stomach. It was time.

She yanked his hair, which prodded him to cease licking her; instead he got up on

his haunches and pressed his mammoth penis at her entrance. He thrust into her

letting her have the full length of his shaft quickly. Her groan of pleasure/pain

drove him to start moving quicker. He knew from past experience that she liked it

hard and fast. Her breathing matched his timed strokes and her breasts jiggled in

his hands as his mouth sought her rosy nipples. Simultaneously sucking and

humping her gyrating body, he felt the desire to spill his seed within her, but

he knew that would be a mistake because she was not done yet. Trying his best to

keep her climbing the staircase of her desire, he bucked his hips in a frenzy of

lust.

She was close and could feel his tension as he got closer to orgasm, too. She

moaned out that she was there. The orgasm made her body tense and her inner

muscles squeezed, churning the orgasm throughout her body. Her release made her

weak and she felt his oozing within her.

***

Mac opened the door to his apartment and ushered Janine into his humble abode.

The lights were flicked on and as soon as the door was closed, she threw her arms

…End of the part10. To be continued..

sat enjoying his coffee in relative silence. It was his first day as a Professor

at the Institute for Science and Technology and already he was bored to tears. He

stared idly into the newspaper, propping his feet on the coffee table, while

lounging his tall frame on the hard couch. As the lounge area started to get more

and more crowded, he decided to head down to his office before his first lecture.

After a moment’s hesitation, he dismissed the thought of introducing himself to

the newcomers, instead he left with a casual, “Good Day” and a wink at the

ladies.

Peering over her mug Dianne asked, “You know him, Janine. What’s the scoop?”

“Who? Dr. Jones? Yes, we’ve met before,” answered Janine. In fact, they had more

than just met. The two of them had quickly become very intimate at Berkeley

several years ago. It took her a couple of months to recover from their caustic

break up, but she still had the urge to kiss him whenever she saw his ruggedly

handsome features. He was the essence of danger, the definition of male

chauvinism personified; yet, she had never stopped loving him.

“He does not look like a scientist, much less the most highly qualified member of

the scientific community,” blurted out Dr. Ronald Peterson. Of course, anyone who

didn’t wear tweed, a pocket protector, and spend enormous amounts of time

bragging about their success meant they probably were not, in Ron’s book at

least, a “Scientific Mind.” It especially meant they didn’t deserve the praise of

all academia like Dr. Jones had won the year before with his brilliantly

conceived breakthrough thesis on the relatively new frontier of Nanotechnology.

“Actually, his work has brought new light to the field of Science,” said Janine.

“From what I hear, he is arrogant, self assured, acts like a teenager, and has no

respect for authority,” spat Ron in disgust. Tiny droplets of spittle flew from

Ron’s mouth as he lectured on about the necessity for authority and correct

behavior being the most important characteristics >>for any Instructor to have

because without them chaos would ensue. “You see, we are considered role models!”

he said, as his hands flew up in agitation.

“I like this Dr. Jones already,” whispered Dianne, diverting her thoughts back

and forth from Dr. Jones to her coffee mug. “I am certain he was watching me

before he left,” she thought as she started to fidget with the top button of her

blouse. She had felt that particular “something” emanating from his open-eyed

stare. Perhaps, it was her imagination, but she still felt his animal magnetism

drawing her attention away from the group discussion.

“Further more, if it were not for his supposed high intelligence and his somewhat

ground breaking work, he would only be an associate professor at a small college

in the middle of nowhere,” droned Ron, as he finally sputtered out of steam.

“Tell us more about him, Janine. This is getting interesting.”

…End of the part1. To be continued..

“Beg me…. Beg me to fuck you…” Jerome ordered.

“Oh god…. please be gentle. You are so large…. you are stretching

me…please,” the white wife begged.

The begging of the wife made Jerome harder. He had broken many white wives. But

Anna was different; she was…… She was the mistress of the senior partner; she

was older; she was wiser…… and she was writhing on the end of his long thick

black cock.

Jerome allowed another inch to be inserted into her tight but elastic pussy

folds. The almost silent squeal was like music to Jerome. He twitched his hips

once more and another thick inch was lodge into her tight passage.

Anna’s husband was silently kneeling just outside his bedroom. He could not see

the taking of his wife; but he could hear her moans… her begging. She was

begging for more cock….. more black cock. He was not attached to the banister

but he was too frightened to risk looking into his bedroom. And then…… he

heard another sharp and distinctive moan……

Inside the bedroom of Jim and Anna Belvoir, Jerome was enjoying himself. “Wrap

those long Lilly white legs around my ass. It will spread that little pussy and

allow me greater access to my new bitch,” Jerome cruelly mocked.

“No…Please. If I spread any more it will hurt. You are too big. You will

stretch me too much…. Please Mr. Bettis….Please,” Anna softly moaned.

Jerome allowed his cock to retreat…… only two inches; but it allowed Anna to

relax for a few brief seconds. “Do what I told you…..”Jerome menacingly

stated.

Anna tried to rise up on her hands and this allowed her pussy the briefest of

respites. She opened her eyes and looked into the foreboding dark eyes of her

master; her black master. She silently shook her heard from side to side; but

then………Jerome felt her long legs wrap around his muscular buttocks. He

allowed her to adjust herself below him and when he felt her ankles lock behind

his solid black ass cheeks he thrust forward once again to impale more of the

pretty white beauty on the end of his angry black cock.

Anna was able to adjust and to relax enough for Jerome’s first five inches to be

lodged deep into her panting body.

“This is what your husband can give you…. From this point on you are a

virgin… you are my virgin. And a virgin always remembers her first man… the

first man to bust her cherry… Will you remember me…” Jerome quietly asked.

Anna pulled herself up by her arms and gripped Jerome’s ass cheeks with her long

legs. She pulled his black cock deeper into her wet pussy. Closing her eyes she

forced her tongue through Jerome’s thick lips. Jerome sensed the capitulation of

…End of the part23. To be continued..

put the glass in her hand and gave her his simple command, “Finish your drink..”

Anna needed both of her trembling hands to grasp the glass. Closing her eyes she

brought the glass to her lips. Just as the rim of the glass touched her lips she

felt the tips of the menacing fingers touch the leg openings of her white lace

panties. “Oh God No…..” escaped from her lips.

Anna heard the squeals of delight as the seated black continued to caress her

upper thighs.

Anna continued to firmly grasp the glass containing the mind numbing lubricant.

She sucked down another large swig of the brown fluid.

“I asked if you liked a black man’s hand on your legs Anna ?” Jerome asked again.

Through her tear stained eyes Anna shook her head from side to side but could not

speak.

Jerome rose from his chair. He walked around to the front of his desk and stood

facing his sobbing assistant. He pried the empty whiskey glass from her hands

and put it on the desk. Standing in front of Anna he let the back of his hands

softly caress the outside of her white satin blouse. He smiled….. her nipples

were hard.

Her lips trembled as Anna tried to form words to alleviate her terrifying

predicament. She envisioned herself standing between two muscular black men as

they fondled and groped her virgin white body. She had always loathed black men

yet………………the probing black fingers were coated with her dew. The

fingers found the red welts of her punishment and gently scraped the red flesh.

The gentle touch against the hot welt brought another gasp of pleasure from the

tormented wife. Her nipples were painfully hard as her black superior was

casually rubbing the back of his hands against the sensitive orbs of pleasure.

Anna felt the first button being pushed through the small opening. She lowered

her face and looked at the strong black hands as they carefully unbuttoned the

second……and the third…… and the fourth buttons. The stark contrast of

the black fingers as they manipulated the white pearl buttons on the background

of the white satin material of her blouse. The absolute contrast between the

black skin and her pure body made her tight hole excrete more feminine moisture

into the gently caressing black fingers hidden beneath her skirt.

Jerome gently pulled the tails of her blouse from her skirt. Anna tightened her

smooth stomach allowing the soft cloth to be extracted. Once the blouse was free

she felt Jerome’s strong hands cup her breasts. The half bra pushed up the

underside of her slightly drooping flesh; and when the front hook was dislodged

the 36C flesh fell forward into Jeromes waiting hands. His finger and thumb

squeezed the hard nipples and brought another grasp from her lips.

…End of the part11. To be continued..

“How have you been Greg?”
“Fine, and yourself?”
“Not bad, how’s study?”
“Ok, I’m dreading the exam results though…”
“Yes, me too.”
“I feel bad about one especially.”
“Oh, which one?”
“I think I’m gonna fail…” I started to cry. This was my final year
and I didn’t want to repeat any more topics.

I wasn’t crying that much, when I said: “I need some reasurance…”
and with a doubting voice added: “could you hold me for a while?”
“Sure.”
And over she came and sat down becide me. She put her arms
around me and we cuddled for a moment. It make me feel better.

Now, I am really attracted to Karen. She is really what I’m looking
for in a woman. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a gorgeous figure with
shapely hips. She was fit too. I bet those hips could really put
out. And she has joked about that in the past as well, though not
as crudely as I have just put it.

I was assured in less than 2 seconds of her saying “sure”. The hug
sort of turned me on. I had a hardon.

As we broke, she placed her hand on my pants to get balance and felt
something.

“Oo, what’s that?”
“Oh, sorry Karen, you gave me an erection with that hug.” I was
embarrased as hell.

“Can I see?”
“What the…” Now, I was shocked!! Karen has never mentioned this
sort of thing to me in the past. In fact, she cringes at the sight
of a males’ private parts saying that they spoil the illusion (she
attends Man Power night’s every chance she gets).

“Come on… show me.”
“Ok, ok, hang on.”

I couldn’t believe what I was doing, but I unziped my fly anyway.

Out it came. Just a little droopy, but still in good condition.
Before i could lift my head to look at her face, she dove for it!
I removed my hand from the base, and she swolled it whole.

“Jesus, what is she doing” I thought. “God, Greg, just go with the
flow, after all, it’s what you’ve always wanted, right?”

She put pressure on my penis and began to move her head up and down.
Down and up she went. Her toungue giving it a good lashing. She
removed her head and gave it a good pull with a tight grip. Oh, how
I wanted to fuck her badly. She then coated it with saliva and I was
reaching the point of no return. Faster and faser she moved her head.
I groaned and groaned. I was about to come when she lifted her head
and I came all over my stomach. Streams and streams came out, like I
have never seen before.

“Why did you do that?”
“No reason. I just did.”
“Shit, now I’ll have to wash it off. Can I use your shower please, it
went everywhere?”
“Sure, go right ahead.”

She had a smug look on her face as I took off my jumper and T-shirt.
I removed my shoes carefully not alowing any cum to get on my clean
jeans. I took off my jeans as I walked into the kitchen and on to the
bathroom. I turned on the shower and removed my undies.

“Jesus, what a mess. God, why couldn’t she have done this properly?”

The water washed the cum easily away.

“Karen, I’m just gonna take a proper shower, ok?”
“Ok” she said, her voice seamed like she was close.

I washed my hair and started on my lower body. Legs, arms, chest. There,
done. The hot water had made me horny again, but I remembered what
happened the last time, so it was fading.

“Oh, not again” I said.
“What?” cried Karen as she flung back the shower curtain fully naked.
Before I could answer, she was in the shower and had pushed me up
against the back wall. She lowered her body just a few inches and held
my dick up and pushed her stomach against it, rubbing a little. I
embraced her, knowing what would come next. She put her arms around
my neck and locked her legs around my waist still holding her stomach
tight against mine with my throbing cock between us. We kissed. I
moved the shower rose towards us, kepping the heat up and then I
turned around and pushed her up aginst the wall. I moved down and
rubbed my dick up and down her slowly. This continued for a few
minutes, then I said: “It’s time, I want to fuck you.” She nodded,
“I’m ready, fuck me now.”

I entered her. I could feel the satisfaction building. She maoned,
I groaned. We wanted more.

I decided on a better, more natural and comfortable position. After
all, the shower was a bit awkard. I thought of the bath tub. But
that was really small and I was a big boy as I thrusted once more.
“Quickly, the mat!” I exclaimed. Still inside her, we moved outside
of the shower, her legs still holding firm. I gently layed us down,
and we continued. She released her legs and arms and grabbed hold
of the corner of the bath with her right arm and the wash basin
drain pipe with her left. Her legs we flat on the floor and spread
apart. I wanted to fuck her right over to the other side of the house,
but she held firm. Thrust after thrust, I could feel the sperm bulding.
Finally, I unleashed my load into her continuing for a long as I could
afterwards. She orgasmed just after I did. Oh, that did feel good.
I’ve been wanting to do something like that to Karen for ages. Finally,
I had my reward, for it was fantastic.

We steped into the shower to wash the sweat off. Towelled off, and went
into the lounge where the gas space heater had been turned on.
We sat in the lounge facing the TV as I did before and she layed in
my arms. I was in heaven.

We fell asleep for almost 2 hours, not suprising after the sensious
exercise before hand. I awoke with a smile on my face and a hard no
on my dick. She could feel it too as she was resting her head on my
lower stomach. She must have seen it through the gap in the
shower robe I was wearing, after all, it was her’s.

She reached out for it and grabbed it. She then got up and led me to
middle of the floor about 6 feet from the heater, but still on the rug.
“Again!” she said, “I want to do it again.”
Without ANY hesitation I replied, “Yes!!”.
She let go and I undid my robe. She did the same, but erotically.
Under the robe, she moved one knee infront of the other and tilted her
hips. She put her hands on her hips and let the robe drop slowly.
“I don’t deserve this” I said to myself, by my man hood had other ideas.

She then kicked the robe back out of the way and dropped to the floor.
She got up on all fours and turned aound, exposing her arse to me.
Boy, this was a great arse, a little bigger than ususal, but I didn’t
care, more to hang onto.

I dropped to the floor onto all fours as well. I doggied on over to
her and came up slowly from behind. Her back arched with my intensions.
I stuck my toungue out and proceeded to lick her from the top of her
crack, all along her spine, to the nape of her neck. She shivered.
My cock grew harder with every lick, as when I neared her neck, it touched
her arse, but I didn’t want to go there, just a little lower was my
intension.

I moved my toungue toward her left breast. Then, back up and over to the
other. She shivered even more. So did I with anticipation.

It was time. I drew my toungue back and as I straightened up, I slid my
hands along side her body, from her breasts along her rib cage towards her
hips and finally to her arse. I then rubbed it in a clockwise direction
once, and proceeded to guide my cock into her wet pusy.

I held her hips and gently slid it in. Not all the way, we had to get
used to the new position. Out and in, in and out, slowly, until we had
the motion down pat. Then I stepped up the motion. Faster and faster I
thrusted into her cunt. Using my hands to really work her thighs up
against mine. The pounding of flesh really turned us on. We could have
done this for ages. Finally, mutual orgasm was iminient. We both
cummed like we never cummed before. Still fighting for pleasure, I,
again, continued for as long as I could, giving as much pleasure to my
partner as possible. I think I succeded. The pace eased and we broke.

She continued to run G ’s clit as she slowly worked herself down on her knees
and began to suck and run her tongue across the sensitive love bud that G
supported in that slit. G was moaning and J began to taste the love juices
dripping from the cunt she was licking. Although she had licked G before,
this was the first time that she had done it alone with G and she had not
been all hot and bothered before she started. She found this a little
disconcerting since she had never considered herself as a “bi” prior to this
episode. Now that she was with G , she wondered if she really was what people
considered “bi.” She sucked on G ’s clit and began to finger fuck the cunt
that she was licking. G had raised her leg and set her foot on the tub rim
so J could have better access to her pussy. J ’s tongue proved to be as
skilled as her lips. She had G writhing within a few minutes and with her
stomach knotted up, hips thrusting she came. J continued to pump her fingers
in and out of G ’s pussy as she came. J ’s lips and tongue sucked and flicked
the sensitive clit until G was wringing wet with sweat. She came three times
in less than two minutes. She had never done that before but found herself
loving the attention that J was giving her. She took J ’s head in her hands
and drew her face to her waiting lips. They kissed long and hard. Their
tongues ran around each other’s mouth, G tasting the her own love juices from
J ’s lips and mouth. J noted that G ’s tits had become hard and were pushing
hard against her own. This caused a twinge of excitement to push her nipples
into the hard tits that were pressing against hers. “I don’t know what is
going on her,” J breathed into G ’s ear, but this is almost as good as
getting fucked by some man with a hard cock.” G grunted in agreement as her
hand found J ’s clit. J practically jumped off the tub floor as a flame of
passion swept from her toes to her throat. She groaned loudly as she mashed
her lips to G ’s. She felt G ’s fingers invade her cunt and she exploded in a
climax as her juices ran down her leg. “Oh God,” she moaned as she bucked
against G ’s fingers moving in an out of her pussy. “I don’t know if I will
ever be the same after this week.” “Me either,” said G as the two women
clung to each other regaining the strength to finish this shower.

They rinsed one another off and stepped from the tub, turning off the water.
They began to dry themselves. “Why have we been able to just turn ourselves
into practically nymphomaniacs during this week?” asked J . “I don’t know,”
said G . “This is the most sex I have had in months. I know these breasts
attract men like flies, but I mostly just turn them away. Sometimes I like to
tease men with them – I wear some low cut outfit with no bra underneath and
watch men’s eyes jump out of their heads. Men are so stupid sometimes.” “I
know, I wish I had a set like that. People look at me and think I don’t have
a tit one. It used to really bother me but I finally quit trying to grow
bigger and just accepted the fact. P is the first person I know of that
hasn’t said a word about them. He just seems to accept me the way I am.” J
replied. “Yeah, he never has really gawked at me either. I tried to get his
attention several times but he was always pleasant without really making me
feel like he wanted to squeeze my tits. Matter of fact, since we have been
making love this week, I’m not sure that he has paid them any attention.
That’s kind of unique. Most of the men I have made love with – and that’s not
many by the way – have tried to squeeze the damn things off my chest. P ’s
pretty unusual.” G smiled. “Yeah, I know,” J said with a far away look in
her eyes. “He is the first man I have ever had an extramarital affair with.
He never pushed me. He just looked into my eyes one day in a meeting and I
knew he knew he could have me. We had casual touches and he flirted with me
over the phone until I practically ran over him trying to get him to make love
to me.” “Well, I’ve tried to get his attention several times to no avail.”
said G . “Had it not been for the other night at the restuarant, I probably
still would be trying. He’s nice, I like him. And he is pretty intelligent
too. Whenever he says something, I find myself listening. He is a bit
critical at times and I think he should keep his mouth shut once in a while.
He does have good points most of the time but people have to be careful about
what they say in this outfit. Criticism is not high on the list of the things
that one should be doing. It sounds like there is more to your relationship
than just sex and friendship though?”

“Well, I don’t know,” said J as she put on her bra and began stepping into
her panties. “Maybe its just infatuation, but God, there is sure something
there. I just want to grab him and put him somewhere where no one else will
find him. When he makes love to me, I go completely beserk. He takes me over
heights that I have never been to before. When he gets me going, there is
nothing I wouldn’t do. I bet if he got me all heated up, I would fuck every
man at this convention if he wanted me to. I just can’t explain the way I
feel about him.” “Well, I have to admit, he is one hell of a lover. He sure
doesn’t have a big cock so we can’t blame it on that. He just says and does
all the right things and just about breaks you in two with a climax. You,
…End of the part7. To be continued..

“When did he leave?”, she wondered. Suddenly, the phone rang. “This is your
wakeup call,” she heard him say softly. Her pussy was instantly wet at the
sound of his voice. “God, that was good last night,” she whispered. “I love
you,” she blurted out. “You kind of drifted off to sleep so quickly, I
thought I should leave you alone for the night,” he said. “I’m going down to
breakfast now – I would wait for you but I think that you had better get a
move on if you are going to show up in the workshop in time.” he said. She
glanced at the clock and saw he was right. “What time did you leave?” she
asked. “Oh, it was around 2 or so, but you were sound asleep. Did I tell you
that you snore?” he teased. “I do not,” she giggled.

She wanted to hug this man right now but he was on the telephone and she knew
she had to get ready for her work. “I’ll see you in the classroom,” he said.
“You think you can keep your eyes open all day?” he asked. She giggled as he
hung up the phone, but wondered if she would have a problem. She was used to
the 8 to 5 routine but staying up ’til 2, with plenty of the right kind of
exercise, may take its toll. “We’ll have to see,” she thought to herself!

She hung up the phone and headed for the shower. It felt good to have the
warm water rush over her body. As she soaped her body, she thought over last
night’s activities. She knew how wonderful he had made her feel and she began
to think about her husband and children. “How could I do this to Ray,” she
thought. “He’s such a wonderful man and Tommy and Billy – if I would have to
give them up……. Oh God, how can I be so careless?”

She toweled herself dry and began to dress for the day. She suddenly realized
that she was tired; “Oh cripes, and I have to go through this whole day
feeling like this!” she thought to herself. She finished dressing, picked up
her stuff for the meeting and left for the meeting room. Fortunately, it was
in the motel and she dropped by the office for a cup of coffee from the
Continental Breakfast they had set up. She saw some of the food there and
quick grabbed a sweet roll to have with her coffee at the meeting. She
quickly walked down the corridor to the main meeting room.

As she entered, she looked for a familiar face. The meeting had just begun
and the 500 or so attendees were mostly in place. A vacant chair presented
itself in the back row and she slipped in there to prevent disturbing anyone.
As she sat down, she glanced to her right and noticed that she was sitting
next to a tall, trimly shaped blonde lady whom she had really never met but
whose name was quite familiar to her, Garolynn Warren. Garolynn was extremely
attractive, divorced with one child, and eagerly sought after by most of the
men in the agency. Although Janis didn’t know for sure, it was rumored that
she had an occasional affair with different men from time to time.

She found herself a bit jealous of Garolynn because of her beauty and, as she
thought about it, her apparent freedom to have an affair if she so desired.
She knew Garolynn was originally from Montana and wondered if she knew Peter.
“I wonder if she and Peter have had an affair?” she said to herself,
unconsciously. She began to feel a little more jealous just thinking about
it.

Soon it was time for a break and she introduced herself to Garolynn.
Recognizing her position in agency, Garolynn asked if she knew Peter. “Why
did she ask me that?” Janis thought and replied that she had met him once when
he came to the home office to work on some problems. “Well, he sure has been
asking some interesting questions around here,” Garolynn replied, “Besides,
he’s kind of cute, don’t you think?” “What kind of questions?” Janis asked,
choosing to ignore the second part of the question. “Oh, like who’s in charge
and what their qualifications are, what they know about automation, and stuff
like that!” Garolynn replied. “Its refreshing to have people ask those kind
of questions, isn’t it?” Garolynn asked. “Yes,” Janis replied. She notice
that Garolynn was dressed well and had a full bust. She also noticed that she
was more than interested in Peter, which was raising the feelings of jealousy
that Janis found herself harboring.

“Ssssooooo, you can’t make it to class on time,” she heard his soft voice
behind her. “I…. have you met Garolynn Warren,” Janis asked. “Yes, we have
met at a couple of meetings, but I doubt that she remembers me,” as he took
Garolynn’s hand. They shook hands and Garolynn looked him right in the eyes.
Janis could see the flash of electricity pass as Garolynn passed on some small
pleasantries. Since this break signaled the adjournment of the large meeting
into several smaller meetings, Peter suggested that he accompany Janis to the
meeting they were holding. They both bade a “See you later,” to Garolynn and
moved off toward the smaller meeting room.

“What are you my brother’s keeper,” Janis snapped. “Whoa,” he stammered, “I
apologize for whatever!” “Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, “Garolynn was talking
about you and I got a little jealous.” “Jealous? What for?” he asked “I
hardly know the woman – I mean I know who she is but I think this is the first
time that I have actually spoken to her. Good grief – get a grip.” “I said I
was sorry,” she said looking into his eyes. “Ok, ok – apology accepted,” he
whispered, “Can I kiss you here or would over there be better!” She was taken
back by this proposal but quickly realized that he was being facetious -
enough so that she knew he genuinely accepted her apology and held no ill
feelings. “You’re so damn cocksure of yourself, aren’t you?” she asked.
“Hell, no,” he replied “But if it looks that way, far be it from me ever
telling anyone different!”

The rest of the day went by quickly, although Janis began to feel as if she
was going to drop by about 3pm. She grabbed another cup of coffee and in
about 15 minutes began to feel as if she was going to make it through the day.
…End of the part1. To be continued..

brushed my hair. I sat down. I didn’t want him to see this. I agreed, but I was

looking for a way out of it. I sat down, leaned against the big chair and pulled

a pillow behind me. I showed him. It was very weird. He was paying so much

attention to me that it became flattering. I was very shy at first, but he

gently encouraged me and he was right, I didn’t want him to leave. It seemed

stupid to have had rather intimate sex with him, but draw the line at this. I was

close to coming when the doorbell rang. I stopped dead, as if they’d know I was

doing this if I kept it up. J took a $20 from his wallet and handed it to me.

“That’s the Pizza delivery man. Tell him to keep the change.” I stood up and

reached for my robe. “No. Like that.” J said, “You can hide behind the door, at

first, but open it all the way and let him see you when you pay him and take the

pizza.”

I realized later that J was a master of contradictions. I flirt, therefore he

puts me into situations where I’m afraid to flirt. He gets me horny and then

changes what’s happening so I can’t do anything about it. I like to make people

notice me and he makes me the center of attention so I can’t do anything to be

noticed more. I like to lead men on and he takes control. He is the master, but

he’ll only stay until I tell him to go. J is a head trip, a royal head trip.

He’s also kind of cute, not just physically, but in how he manipulates me to do

more than I want or than I dare. Look at what he did to me. He insists that I

masturbate for him. He watches me the whole time, but keeps me off balance when

get near coming so that I’m incredibly horny and he won’t quite let me come.

When I’m sure he’ll let me come in a second or two, the doorbell rings and he

tells me that I’m supposed to flash the pizza dude. I might go to the door in a

nightie, or even in my leotards, but this is just more than I’m normally

comfortable with. Yes, it excited me. Sooooo, I took the $20 and went to the

door. I could feel J’s eyes on my back (ok, maybe lower). I smelled of sex at

this point. I wondered if the pizza man would be able to tell (or just guess).

I opened the door and looked around it, not exposing anything except for my head.

The delivery man was about 19, tall and well built. He said something like

“Pizza delivery.” I can’t remember what exactly. Inwardly I took the equivalent

of a deep breath and reached out for it as I stepped around the door, handing him

the twenty at the same time. He looked as if he’d frozen. Mechanically he took

the bill, giving me the pizza. I swear I couldn’t help myself. “It’s been so

warm lately, hasn’t it? Oh, just keep the change.” I slid back in and closed

the door behind me. J was there. He took the pizza and set it on the table. He

had his tongue in my mouth while his hand took possession of my sex. He forced

me up against the door and kissed and fondled me to an orgasm while I stood

there, pressed against the cold wood. J then took the pizza into the other room

and we ate it along with about 2/3 of a bottle of wine, both still naked. Well I

wasn’t naked. I still had my collar. During dinner J would gently touch me in

all sorts of ways. His hands would slide over my thighs, his leg would rub along

side of mine, a lot of things like that. I certainly didn’t calm down much.

After dinner he took me back to the living room where he sat on the couch with

me. He said he was going to play a game with me. The point was how much

frustration I could stand. He began by having me touch my breasts following his

instructions exactly. He’d have me rub the surface or both breasts with the

…End of the part9. To be continued..

started up my right leg. I tried to bite my tongue. I HAD to bite it when he got

to the top of my thigh this time. He brought up the hose and rinsed off the soap

from my legs. He started on my bottom and back. He spend several minutes working

on them. I had this image of myself as a race horse being curried (is that the

right word) after a run through a pasture. He slipped down and did my arms,

ending up on my chest. He began to do my stomach and chest. It was quite a

sensation as he worked on my breasts. When he was done I was still quite, but I

was sure I was clean, there. He spent quite a bit of time working his way down

my sides with that sponge, doing my stomach, rinsing me off. Then he did my sex.

He dropped sponge after a moment or two and used just his fingers. He certainly

got the oil out. He also gave me one helluva hard time as I tried to stay quiet.

He could see how hard it was for me as I bucked against his hand. He’d been

sifting quite a bit so he was able to completely surprise me when he slid his

cock right into me. I grabbed the fence for support as he plowed into me. It was

so weird, so kinky, so arousing, AND I HAD TO BE QUIET. I came once, and then

again and I only let out a little moan the second time. Still it was wonderful.

He unlatched the cuffs and let my hands go free. He took off my blindfold, and,

as I blinked in the dim light, pointed to his still erect member. I dropped to

my knees as I thanked him.

Out there in the moonlight I was overwhelmed by sensation. I was sopping wet,

still fairly oily (cold water only does so much), on my knees and just oozing

sexuality. It was all over me. I’d been naked now for several hours and I was

outside that way, in my own yard. I didn’t care that I was naked; I didn’t care

that my neighbors might see me. I didn’t care that any of a number of very

awkward things might happen, I was not me any more, at least not just then, I was

woman as sex, not just as sex object, but as the embodiment of sex itself. J was

there naked as I was, sporting an enormous erection that practically glowed in

the dark. He’d had me, made me come twice, but he’d held off. I couldn’t have

that. I latched onto him like a hungry tiger, taking his erection into my mouth,

grabbing his hips, literally so he couldn’t get away from me, because it was

important to me that I make him come. He allowed me to work on him for a moment

then for a couple, then he tried to get me to stop. I held on for dear life.

After a few seconds he stopped trying to pry me off and instead grabbed my hair

and pulled me to him, forcing himself deeper into my mouth, erupting as he did

it. I swallowed every drop. When he was through (I made sure) he just hugged me

for a few moments, then very quietly he said, “You could become habit forming,”

and then hugged me again. He helped me to my feet and took me back into the

house. He lead me to the bathroom and turned on the shower. When it was warm he

put me in and followed. He didn’t let me do anything right away. He started on

my feet and lathered his way up to mid thigh before starting on the other one.

He repeated the process, soaping my foot and calf and about half way up my thigh.

Then he stood up and washed my arms and back and then took out shampoo and did my

hair. When he was done with that and I was all rinsed off, he washed my face,

pausing to kiss me long and deep. I could get used to being pampered, I told

myself. Then he soaped my stomach and my bottom, being VERY thorough. He did my

thighs and then worked up to my breasts and washed them with incredibly gentle

strokes and movement. I’d relaxed but the last couple of minutes started my

…End of the part12. To be continued..

Protest dying now, she moans and arches up
He rolls and pulls her tips at will
“Oh, yes Juan…yes…mmm…be rough…mmm”
Rough? Kate my God! You never let me…
I should stop this now, but do not move

Now one hand is ‘neath her dress…and up
In her cottons deep…and more
“Oh, Juan…yess…oh, yess…mmmmmmm!”
He’s in her now. I know that tune.
Leg up to give him more

In moments now he stops the game
Lifts her on the table…and down
Panties slide off writhing legs
He sits upon the throne. “Oh, yes..
Juan…hurry…lick me…hard…aaaaah!”

Now her high-heeled tentacles
Ensnare that handsome face.
She lifts and rolls and writhes in lust
He just stirs the fires more
My God, sweet Kate, my God!

These raw and primal sounds…from where?
Who else knows her thus? Not me!
Her pounding engine full speed now
Heading toward the end…and then
The whistle screams…full!

Save breathing, deadly quiet now
Full minutes pass between
It’s now him that rises first, then…
His belt, his pants he works…soft sounds
Oh! There it is! Full size…and dark

“Kay’-tee, I’m going to fuck you”
Ahah! Poor Juan, alas, has fouled!
Fool, she hates that ugly word…I think
Now bolt upright, she holds his prize
“No, Juan…no!” Now she whispers soft

Like liquid cat she takes the chair
And him still standing tall
Now soft hair flows across him
Fro and to again…and again.
Now, with silky strands she rubs him

But what can really happen now?
With more she’d find offense
And this I know full well. But…
Now, with claws extended
She dances on his dark beauty

Further more she wouldn’t do
At least she… But now one hand
Slides in his pants. “Mmm…Kay’-tee!”
Guessing what she does there…nails?
“Oh, yess…mmm…harder chiquita”

Now painlessly her face rubs him
On cheek and nose…and lips
And on his tip, she nips and licks
And takes a little in. Kate?
Tonguing now his length and back

Now she slides him in…then out,
And makes a wicked purr
Like tasting fine filet, she sounds
Who is this Kate I’ve never seen?
I should stop this now, but do not move

Now with pursed lips and swirling tongue
She dives upon his shaft…and moans
It seems she cannot get enough
He plumbs her deep again…and again
Kate? My wife she hated this!

Faster now, her head is blurred
And by silk hair, he holds her tight
My God! She’s got him all inside
Louder now, her grunts and groans
And his sounds show him near

Now he stiffens like a board
On toes he cries aloud, “Oooooh!
Oooooh! Oooooh! Oooooh!
My Kate she works with hungry gulps
And slurps, and sucks to take his all

Despite true valiant efforts though
He glistens on her face and chin
Oh, Kate I thought you hate this brew
And now can’t get enough. Look now!
She cleans each drop and makes him dry

They fixed themselves now. He says
“Chiquita, you sure can suck a pene!
Well, see you Monday.” A kiss and leaves
Deep in the chair, she scans the city,
Soft tears, “Damn you, Frank, where were you?”

I slip outside…and back “Kate?
Kate you in here?” “Over here, Frank”
“You OK, Honey? Sleeping?”
“I’m OK, Frank…I’m OK”
I kneel and take her in my arms

She holds me in a vise
And then weak smiles, “You’re late”
Eyes down, “You missed all the fun.”
“I’m sorry. Kate. I’m really sorry”
I kiss her cheeks, wet eyes and lips

“I love you, Kate.” I whisper low
“I know, Frank…I know.”
A warm kiss now…and deep
Sweet Kate’s so full and ripe
Eager now, I taste her kiss…and him

“Oh, Frank…fuck me…fuck me now!”
Oh, this word now stings my brain!
Holding rage, I calmly “Kate, now?
Here?” “Yesss…hurry!” hissing
Damn you, Kate! That’s all you want?

Roughly on the floor, I tear her center bare
With hardened steel, I plunge deep in her core
Now with gasp, “Aaaagh! Oh God, Frank!”
I ram again! You harlot! You slutty tart!
“Oh yess, Frank…oh yess…oh yess!”

Blinded now with rage and more
You bitch! You whore! You fucking cunt!
“Oh yess, Frank…oh,yess…give me more!”
Wildly now, she rakes my back
And binds me in her coils

I rammed blood hot to split her
She wanted even more!
Mindless now to match her lust
I drove her to the top…and came
And came…and came…and came!

Driving home, across the car
My lovely tigress slept…so soft
Clearer now, I see her…my queen
Who knew within her temple
There was a secret room?

Of earlier, my wounded back
Is all that’s left. All anger gone,
I ache for her…to even touch her hand
This gentle creature’s not the same.
And me? A different man.

“I’d like you to move up to the front desk, Miss. . .” I groped.

She didn’t rescue me. In my flustered embarrassment I glanced at the class list before me. It swam into focus, and after what seemed like an eternity but took only a few long seconds (which is plenty long enough if a class thinks you’ve lost the upper hand) I spotted the name “Castle, Susan”.

“. . . Castle.” I almost gasped. My eyes were swimming, and the blood pounded in my veins. I fought hard for control. I was a professional, damn it! In an effort to regain a measure of self-discipline I looked at her visible panties.

“Are you aware of the school dress code, Miss Castle?” Another mumble; more-or-less affirmative. “Speak up please.” Another mumble. “I still,” I said through gritted teeth “Can’t hear you. Shall we try once more for comprehensibility?” “I said yeah!” she nearly shouted “I know the stupid dress code!”

“Susan,” I said after the shocked pause which followed “I’d like you to take this seat here,” I pointed to the fourth seat in the front row “And I’ll see you this evening in detention.”

Her mouth, still largely hidden by hair, dropped open. “What’d I DO?” “You just said you knew the school dress code. Four B’s, right? No bellies, no boobs, no backs, no bums. Do I need to explain that you’ve violated at least three of those?”

There was scattered laughter. Susan stared at me with murder in her eyes. Then she flounced dramatically from the back of the room to the front. On the way she made very sure to brush past me closely, sure that I’d step away. But it wasn’t the first time a student had tried to physically intimidate me, and I stood firm.
…End of the part4. To be continued..

Except in your dreams, fantasies, and fevered imaginings said my traitorous mind. Even now I got wet just thinking of her, and I felt a wild stab of jealousy at the momentary vision that confronted me: Tennisball Turner kneels naked at the left of a chair. Her distinctive blonde bob has been shaved, as has every inch of the rest of her, although her head has still a single long braid, almost a pigtail, rising from the top. Leather in blue and orange decorates each wrist, each ankle, and her throat. Her hands are locked together behind her in a single sleeve, almost elbow-to-elbow. She’s bound by several short chains into a painful backward arc in a framework upon which two candles are mounted. The candles are positioned so that every few seconds a big drop of hot wax drips onto each of her breasts. When this happens, sharp moans escape her stretched lips and the reading light suspended on a pole, which is shoved into her mouth, jiggles. A hand slaps her wax-splattered right tit, cracking off a large chunk of cooled red wax. “Be quite still, darling,” says the raven-haired Asian in the chair “Mummy’s going to beat you in a minute or so, and if the light keeps moving about it’ll take me longer to read this chapter,” her face hardens and her nostrils flare as she looks down at the helpless slave girl over her glasses “and you wouldn’t like that at all.”

In the tobacco-smelling little office, I checked my watch-fifteen minutes. I closed the door silently. My nipples were hard. I lifted my skirt and rubbed two fingers across my pussy, then touched them to my lips. It reminded me of being kissed by my slave just after she’d eaten me out satisfactorily; a taste like honey and jasmine, with a little hint of bitter lemon rind. I pinched one of my hard nipples through the fabric of my sweater and bra. My clit responded with a tingle. I sat back in the scuffed red leather chair and teased myself, running my finger slowly up my thigh. My mind took me back into the fantasy-only instead of the handsome Asian woman, it was me in the chair.

“I don’t have long, piggy, so get that tongue of yours to work.” In this fantasy her blonde hair is all there, although her pussy has been trimmed to a tiny ‘landing strip’ of fur. She’s wearing nipple clamps hung with two ounces of weight on each side. Her flesh is cruelly marked with red stripes. She displeased me yesterday, although I forget quite what it was. . . Oh but that slutty little tongue of hers! She’s really getting into her work. It makes her happy and wet to please me. Not that wetness does her any good. Her cunt is freshly sealed shut, pierced and padlocked only a few weeks ago, and as for her ass-well that’s currently occupied by a “triple ripple” butt plug which I’ve been training her to enjoy. I ease my haunches forward on the chair, presenting myself to her mouth. If her hands weren’t locked tightly to her collar she’d be fingering me and I’d have cum already. As it is, her tongue flicks my ass and pussy in that rhythm that pushes me over the edge. . . Voices; Outside; Shit! I stopped flicking my clit as the fire inside me banked, then died down. The window in the office door lit up as someone flicked the switch outside. Composing myself I quickly stood up, tucking my blouse back in, smoothing my rumpled skirt, and pulling up my damp panties. Taking a deep breath I glanced in the mirror on the end of the wall shelves. Slightly flushed, but nothing out of the ordinary for a first-day teacher. I sniffed surreptitiously-I always think that my smell gives me away when I’m horny. Not having deodorant with me, I anxiously sprayed a good bit of a can of “Air-Way Smoke-Out”, thoughtfully left by the previous occupant of the room for such emergencies-or maybe not, into the air and walked up and down beneath the hazy cloud.

I opened the door and stepped out into room 108 to find a small group of kids slowly getting bigger as students trickled in. These were grade 10’s-a particularly tough group for a new teacher. They’d seen it all, and were planning to do most of it; or egg someone else into doing it, possibly on video. Grade 10’s are testing adult wings that don’t quite fit yet. They’re ready to fly on their own, mostly, and resent interference, but you can’t quite leave them alone to figure it all out. So you have to be totally available and totally disinterested at the same time.

They stared when I came into the room, and I was conscious of the sudden silence. They could tell from my clothes that I wasn’t a student, but surely this chick was too. . .what? Too young, too . . . put together, for a teacher. I could almost feel the girls narrowing their eyes as I walked to the big desk up front.

I was a bit nonplussed at the attention, especially from male members of the class. After all, I’d spent several hours taking care that my clothes were appropriate for a teacher. They were supposed to be stylish but plain. My heels (a personal conceit-teachers were supposed to wear flats for insurance reasons) were only two inches high. My stockings were plain and dark with a seam up the back; being old-fashioned about underwear I held them up with a garter belt. My skirt was grey and pleated, but respectably knee-length, although it had a disturbing tendency to flare outward a bit. I wore a high-necked blouse with pearl buttons, trimmed with lace at the throat and wrists, with a simple short jacket over all, and my long dark brown hair had been pinned within an inch of its life into a bun. I didn’t realise until I was told, much later, how plain dressing can make a woman sexier than sheer stark nakedness.

The boys in the class shifted uncomfortably in their seats as I turned around and wrote my name on the board: Miss Flock. I’d expected some whispered comments about my last name, but a girl named Althea Flock either gets used to it or changes her name to Karen Smith. But the question I got asked wasn’t quite what I was expecting:

“Hey,” said a boy in the second row “what do we call you?” “I’m Miss Flock” I told him. He had on jeans that puddled around his ankles, a t-shirt with a big green marijuana leaf on it, and a red ball cap turned sideways. “Nah,” he said “what’s your first name?” I was a bit stunned, and reacted from pure instinct. “I don’t have one as far as you’re concerned Mister . .?” “Fisher,” he said “Jerry Fisher-but everybody calls me Fish.” His mouth was open, and his hair hung over his eyes beneath the brim of his cap. “I’m not everybody, so I’ll call you Mister Fisher,” I answered “and take off that hat, please.” I think it was only surprise that made him do it.

People think teachers haven’t got ears. Students will talk, even while other teachers are present, and they don’t seem to understand how much of what they talk about makes it back to the staff room. During my first year I gained a reputation as a fierce disciplinarian, but a parallel reputation for being fair and for working things through. I didn’t hesitate to give detentions, which surprised and appalled a lot of parents and brought me into a lot of conflict both with them and with the school administration. But I stood my ground, sacrificed my time, and gradually the parents came to know me as the teacher who could get the best work out of their kids. Almost all their kids.

For my part, I settled into school life like I’d been born to it, and for five years I taught high school English and History. I was satisfied and doing useful work. Eventually I got used to the loneliness too.

It wasn’t that I didn’t get offers. In the first couple of years every straight male teacher (and one I wasn’t certain about) and a couple of the gay female ones made me offers. I always felt awkward turning them down. My fling with Tennisball and the discomfort of sharing classes with her after it all came apart (after I broke it apart), or of seeing her around and the misery it brought on, were still pretty fresh to me. I cautiously accepted a few invitations, had second dates with a few men; turned down all the women.

It wasn’t that I was “denying my gay self” or something. I just didn’t feel anything for them. It was that “plain toast, no jam” feeling. Not that I got anything much from dating the few men I spent time with. I took a couple of them home; actually saw one man for several months. We had sex, and it was terrific overall, but eventually the whole relationship came down to sex. There wasn’t anything else. So I thanked him and said goodbye. It wasn’t quite that simple-I wound up sleeping with him occasionally for nearly a year before I decided it was doing me more harm than good.

Once again I said goodbye, and once again he was nice about it. We talked by phone occasionally, but I wasn’t very encouraging, and eventually the phone went silent too. I spent a lot of time working out or reading, and slowly got used to being alone. Then something happened that made my tiny flickering flame roar up and consume me.

At the beginning of the fifth year I worked at the school, I arrived early, masturbated quickly (it had become something of a habit), and walked into the classroom from my little office, which smelt less like smoke and more like sandalwood nowadays.

The new students, a grade 12 History class, were grouped around the room in the usual dribs and drabs. I’d had some of them in prior years. Clearly they’d told their friends about me, because as soon as I arrived there was a bit of a scramble to take seats. I felt the eyes crawling up my legs to my ass, then to my back as I strolled up the row, heels clicking. I deliberately put a slow wiggle in my walk-it would be useless for me to pretend any longer that I didn’t enjoy the looks I always got on the first day. At the front of the room, I wrote my name on the board and turned to face them.

“Good morning,” I began “I’m Miss Flock. It seems like you already know my general rules. I expect you to behave professionally towards me, just as I will towards you. I’m going to get your names from you now.”

The front row consisted of Jeff McWhirter, a skinny boy in a ratty t-shirt and glasses. I noted the shirt and made a mental check to remind him of the both the school’s dress code and my class dress code, which was somewhat stricter. Next to Jeff was Linda Long, who vaguely reminded me of a spaniel puppy. Beside her was Calvin Chung, a thin Chinese boy I guessed was both bright and gay, as was the long scarf he wore. The fourth seat was vacant.

Like most teachers and preachers, I hate vacant seats at the front. I looked over the room of blonde and brunette heads to the very back. I caught a glimpse of swirling black hair with a single blue streak, pale bare shoulders, and the distinctive “T” of a g-string visible above the waistband of a pair of “Sho-T” brand jeans (the hot brand for teen no-longer-wannabe-virgins that year). The owner was seated, leaning into the aisle as she rummaged in an oversized canvas book bag.

“Excuse me,” I said, pointing “Yes, you. What’s your name please?” There was a mumble. “I beg your pardon?” I said. “Sue.” “Sue who?” I heard a solitary giggle from somewhere.

The girl I’d addressed stood up, hips cocked and head tilted in that gesture that makes teenage girls look like 40-year-old hookers. Her g-string arced over her pretty hips under a half-shirt with no bra that I could see. And I was looking. God was I looking!

Have you ever heard the expression “wide-on”? It’s the female equivalent of a rampaging hard-on. But that was what I was experiencing. Deep in my mind something said Oh-oh. But my little lizard brain was raving Bite her! Catch her! Eat her up! FUCK her! My nipples were hard under my jacket, and I think anyone three feet away could have smelt my arousal.

“Sue” was what my mother would have called gammon: short and slim with wavy black hair that hid her face. Later on in the term, when I actually got to see her face, it was pixie-like, freckled and mischievous, and never far from a predatory grin. At the moment she stood with an old, old “fuck you” expression behind that hair. Her eyes sparkled with a happy malevolence.

“I’d like you to move up to the front desk, Miss. . .” I groped.

She didn’t rescue me. In my flustered embarrassment I glanced at the class list before me. It swam into focus, and after what seemed like an eternity but took only a few long seconds (which is plenty long enough if a class thinks you’ve lost the upper hand) I spotted the name “Castle, Susan”.

“. . . Castle.” I almost gasped. My eyes were swimming, and the blood pounded in my veins. I fought hard for control. I was a professional, damn it! In an effort to regain a measure of self-discipline I looked at her visible panties.

“Are you aware of the school dress code, Miss Castle?” Another mumble; more-or-less affirmative. “Speak up please.” Another mumble. “I still,” I said through gritted teeth “Can’t hear you. Shall we try once more for comprehensibility?” “I said yeah!” she nearly shouted “I know the stupid dress code!”

“Susan,” I said after the shocked pause which followed “I’d like you to take this seat here,” I pointed to the fourth seat in the front row “And I’ll see you this evening in detention.”

Her mouth, still largely hidden by hair, dropped open. “What’d I DO?” “You just said you knew the school dress code. Four B’s, right? No bellies, no boobs, no backs, no bums. Do I need to explain that you’ve violated at least three of those?”

There was scattered laughter. Susan stared at me with murder in her eyes. Then she flounced dramatically from the back of the room to the front. On the way she made very sure to brush past me closely, sure that I’d step away. But it wasn’t the first time a student had tried to physically intimidate me, and I stood firm.

Our hands brushed together. Just the briefest of touches; But she looked at me, into my eyes, and in that fraction of a second I felt an electricity pass through me. Oh no, Althea. I told myself sternly, this is poison-the worst and nastiest kind. As abruptly as it came on, the shock receded, and Sue Castle, whom I began to address as Ms. Castle from that day on, flopped into the vacant desk. I regained my composure, and finished calling the roll.

Over the first weeks of that year, Susan earned a number of detentions from me for violating the “4-B” dress code. Finally she settled into what became her uniform: Stirrup pants and an oversized sweater a la Marilyn Monroe-a look I thought was outdated, but which somehow made her even more of a sex-pot than her friends who were trying unsuccessfully to emulate teenage pop stars (while still covering the school minimum of flesh).

Susan had definitely begun discovering the benefits of being female in a crowd of hormone-crazed teen boys. She got respect from the jocks because she stood up to them, but hung out with the nerds, possibly making her the most popular girl in school. But her marks were atrocious, her conduct disrespectful, and she had serious discipline problems.

II wasn’t sure she was entirely unaware of the effect she had on me, either. When I told her to wait after class was dismissed she would deliberately stand too close to me, making me feel flustered and hot.

And horny. I was continually surprised and somehow angry at that. But damn it!-she was seventeen. Three years over the age of consent but nine years younger than me. And, I thought, she couldn’t possibly have any idea of the sort of things that crept into my head when she looked at me so insolently in class:

Susan Castle is standing outside my office door. She is wearing a thin, long cotton T-shirt and nothing else, as she has been instructed. Inside the office, I am waiting and wet. I slip the dildo into its harness, and then slide the free end into my pussy with a grunt. I tighten the buckles on the straps which cup my ass and hips. I always love the look of the dildo thrusting up from my crotch. Do men feel like this, I wonder? Apart from the dildo and its harness I am wearing a pair of stockings, a bustier, and opera-length gloves. The room has been prepared. Several candles flicker on the shelves, making my rubber cock cast shadows that would give old Sister Chang from high school nightmares. Hanging from assorted hooks along the wall behind my desk are some toys: A thick strap called a strapple, a piece of bamboo cane, a shiny pair of clamps (nipple or labia-oh no, the clothespins for naughty pussy lips are over there). Satisfied with the arrangements, I call out: “Enter”. I cross my arms and stand facing the door with my feet apart. The door swings open of its own accord. Susan enters with an old-fashioned candlestick. Her eyes are big, dark and a little fearful, riveted to the jutting phallus between my thighs. I melt inside, wanting to hold her to me and tell her its all going to be alright, that I’d never really hurt her. But I can’t-she needs to know that I am the one in control. Ordered to place the candlestick on the desk, Susan attempts to straighten up. But I have a gloved hand firmly in her hair. I push firmly downward. “You will enter this room only on your knees from now on, slave.” Obediently she kneels. I slap her face. “You will answer me with your little mouth,” such a tight little rosebud of a mouth-I want to kiss it. I want to pinch her lips with clothespins, I want to bite them “and what I will hear from that dirty little mouth will be ‘Yes Mistress’. Have you quite got that?” She almost nods for a minute. But eventually says: “Y-yes Mistress.” There’s no foreplay. “I’m going to fuck all your holes, right now, just to prove I can; to prove that you’re my property. Won’t that be nice?” “Yes M-Mmmmph!” as I drive the dildo between her lips. She resists for a moment, and I take a short sash cord from the desk and whip her vigorously. After about ten stripes have blossomed on her back and ass, to the accompaniment of shocked squeals, I feel the dildo fully inserted in her mouth. She’s looking up at me from my crotch, inquiringly. I fuck her mouth for a few strokes, then pull out. At my command she turns and presents her behind to me. I order her to put her head to the floor, tossing a textbook down so that she won’t risk wood burn. She almost wiggles in pleasure as I drive the first inch of the dildo into her cunt. But I stop almost as soon as I’ve begun, and she whimpers as I withdraw. “You cum without permission, slut, and I’ll whip you sixty times with the cane.” I hiss at her. An empty threat. She’s never been caned before, and her tender ass would bleed before I gave the tenth stroke. But she doesn’t know that. She also doesn’t know that I don’t know her anywhere near well enough to stop her from cumming if she started. But I rely on her honesty. I grab her ass firmly and spread her cheeks. Her puckered little asshole is porn-star clean, as I specified. Fingering a large dollop of lubricant into her hole, I begin intruding with the dildo. Her whimpering becomes moaning, then crying out. “If you want this to stop, all you need to do is use your safe word, slave.” She knows-but I have to be sure. As I seat the dildo inside her to the hilt, I feel the tension relax inside her as she opens up and admits her Mistress. I glory in the trust and triumph, and as the dildo slips in and out of both of us, I smack her ass triumphantly and start to cum. . . . See what I mean? What seventeen-year-old could possibly share that dream?
Susan settled into her seat, and for the entire term she never once raised her hand. If I called on her she’d either ignore me, looking out the window, or else she’d stare at me blankly. There wasn’t much I could do beyond give her another detention.

After her first report card, neither of her parents came to parent-teacher night. Since she was in great danger of failing, I took it upon myself to call her listed phone number. Receiving no reply, I attempted to contact her parents at work. At her father’s workplace number I was told that Mr. Castle was away at the moment and probably wouldn’t be back for several weeks. Her mother’s listed employer-the construction firm of Stonewall and Mason-told me that Mrs. Castle no longer worked for them. Intrigued, I pulled her file card at the office-technically a no-no but easily done if one knew the file clerk.

There were two listed addresses. The first was in a gated community at the top of the hill forty-five minutes from town. The security guard took my name and number, and then explained that he couldn’t let me in, as Mrs. Castle hadn’t left my name with him, but I could wait with him if I chose. Meantime, his eyes travelled hungrily up my legs to my neckline, but never got as high as my chin. I tried to give him a withering look, but I think he just thought I was squinting to read his badge number.

The second address was on what would normally be called the wrong side of town. It was a once-pretty single-storey wooden house, with a battered picket fence. Weeds and rusty swings languished in the backyard, complimented by more weeds and litter in the front. I would have thought it was an abandoned house except for the man coming out.

He wore a faded blue robe, and had a faded handsomeness himself. His feet were bare. He limped and had a thin black cigarette in his mouth and a clinking bag in his hand. He raised his head and no doubt caught me staring from my car, because he waved sardonically, then flipped me the bird. He dumped several bottles into the trash can at the side of the house, and went back in. I heard yelling.

I had put the car in gear when a dark mop of hair poked out the door, there was more yelling, and then the door of the house flew open, and Sue crossed the weedy yard at a run. I hammered the gas to the floor, and peeled out. It was guilt, of course. I had a semi-legitimate reason to be there, but at the same time, something told me that I didn’t want to be caught lurking around a student’s home.

But as I drove off, I looked in the rear view mirror. The figure standing on the sidewalk was just a silhouette in the late afternoon sun, its fists balled by its side. But that silhouette looked defeated, angry, hurt and unhappy. And I’m a teacher first. I put on the brakes and reversed toward her.

Sue slouched to the driver’s side, head down, not meeting my gaze. “He’s inside.” I was flustered for a moment. “Who’s inside, Miss Castle?” “My Dad. That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?”

Wasn’t it? I suddenly wasn’t sure I wanted to talk to Mr. Castle. Moreover, I wasn’t sure he’d care, that he’d understand the importance of what I needed to tell him-that the years between his daughter’s age and mine were important ones, and that those years could make a difference between his daughter being successful and happy, or . . . or not.

But it wasn’t her father, or her mother I really needed to talk to. I’d had conversations before with other students, even with Sue-although not with any results that I could see. Perhaps it was worth one last try. Even now I wonder whether I might have already been seeing the little signs of how my life and Sue’s were to change.

“Get in.” I said, swinging open my passenger door. Susan climbed in without asking where we were going. It crossed my mind that I could have been a kidnapper; a rapist; anyone, and she’d still climbed in. Then I almost laughed-goody-two-shoes Miss Flock, with her grey woollen skirts and her plain blouse and glasses-a rapist, and a lesbian rapist at that!

But my oh my-did I ever want to be!

When I was single, about ten years ago, I dated an attractive slim waitress
from a sandwich shop that I visited often. Sal was her name. She was divorced
for the thrid time and so was I, but only twice. I liked her naturalness and
openness…and her good figure, of course. Sal invited me home to meet her
mom and her eleven year old daughter, Betty. I liked Dora, her mom, and her
beautiful, blonde Betty. Both greeted me warmly and seemed pleased that Sal
had brought a decent guy home. We visited a while, and I got a nod from Sal.
I suggested that the two of us go for a walk in the cool evening air; and we
did…as though that was exactly what Sal had in mind.

We found a nearly deserted underpass, really a walking tunnel, beneath the
interstate. When we walked into its darkness, I felt Sal draw closer to me and
put her arm around my waist. We were both not dressed for the evening’s cool
temperature. I drew her close to me, face to face, and held her close for a
minute. We didn’t have to talk. We kissed gently, then frenched one
another’s eager mouth. Then we kissed long and passionately. She pressed her
erect nipples against my shirt so that I could feel them. I grew very hard
and hot. It seemed that Sal did too. She rubbed her tits against me some more,
so I reached up under her silky blouse and fondled those hot, erect nipples
to my heart’s content…but not my cock’s! She fondled my cock for a minute
or two and we realized that the tunnel would never do. I said, Let’s go to
my apartment…it may take a half hour, but it will be worth it.” Sal
agreed, and we rushed to my bed. It was so wonderful, undressing each other
for the first time. And Sal loved it when I sucked those erect nipples. But I
wanted much more.

I laid Sal back on my mattess on the floor and laid my head on her belly.
I looked up at those beautiful tits with their nipples pointing hotly at the
ceiling. I fondled them between my fingers and kissed her silken belly. When
Sal moaned with pleasure, I moved lower and kised her pussy, gently, while I
squeezed her hot nipples hard. She moaned some more and spread her long sexy
legs. I kissed her cunt as ‘passionately as I had her mouth forty minutes
earlier. I kissed her pussy until she “came”. She pulled me toward her face
…and I knew she wanted my hard, six inch dick in her cunt. I kissed her
mouth and she licked her cum off my lips…eagerly. I nearly shot my cum
into her right then…it felt so sexy having her eat her cum off my lips.
Sal thrust her hot hips up at me…over and over again…as I shoved my dick
into her sopping wet pussy. She loved every stroke…and so did I. As I
finally shot my hot jets of jissm into her cunt…she climaxed again with
noisy delight. “OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Yessssssss! Now, baby, she cried.
“I want all your cum…and I want to eat it too.” She meant what she said.
I lay back on the mattress, and Sal started licking me clean. I was in heaven
until she said, “Oh my god, it’s after ten. I’ve got to get home to put
Betty in bed. Please take me quickly. We can do this kind of loving again
soon…I hope.” I hoped so too. And we did, but that’s a story for another
night.

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There she sat, Karen and Scoot, hanging out. It was wonderful, his kisses,
his embraces, his strength. She felt as though it would engulf her as
he swirled his tongue inside of her mouth and she tased his sweetness.
It was too much, his hand on her legs was slowly making her hornier and
hornier: almost driving her ot of control.

“Stop,” she said: she turned around and put on some country music to
slow down the tone.

His hand kept going up and down her thighs, it was getting faster and
faster and faster: The stimulation was making her hot and wet and weat
all over. Karen’s brow was getting damper and damper as the heat built
up between her thighs. Finally, to torment him, she reached between
his thighs and started to stoke his penis: slowly at first but with
growing rapidity. At least, she thought, all is fair in love and war…

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Scott started sweating as his penis grew harder and harder… the tension
was almost unbearable and his penis felt as though it would explode.
It was getting to the point of no return… but Karen knew what she was
doing, she was slowly building up the tension inside of him: feeding on
his sexual frustrations and his sexual desires. It was geting too much
for him, she knew, as her hand rubbed up and down and made him feel like
a sex object.

“Oh, Karen, stop…” he gasped. Scott started taking off his pants
but Karen promptly stopped him. It was too early, she thought, it was
probably a little beter to tease him some more.

“Karen, I want you…” these were words that she heard a million times.
None of them meant it — it always seemed like a farce. But, this
time, for some absurd reason, it seemed as though Scott really wanted
her in more ways than one. His body pressed hotly against her crotch,
Karen could feel that she was getting more and more moist by the minute.
The heat, the tension was getting unbearable and her desire for sex was
just getting too severe.

“Scott, stop,” she whispered unbelievably as he stuck his hand into
her pants, sticking his fingers so that they would stroke up and down
her wetness. “Stop Scott, you’re going too fast” — she knew that he
thought that she wanted more but she had to say it anyways; it was just
all part of the good girl image that all women had to keep…

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More later…

“Well, I’m done, if you want me to leave.”

“No, actually, it’s pretty funny. I could use a good laugh after what I’ve

gone through tonight. Damn machinery. Found a bug in the chip, and I thought

it was the simulator all this time. Stinking bug in the user interface covered

it up for two days.”

“Know what you mean. Had a few of those myself. Y’know, this is kind of

fun.”

“Yeah; kind of intimate, without anyone around to tell us how silly we’re

being.”

“Are we?”

“I guess not. If either of us thought so, we’d leave.”

“Yup.”

“Say, if you were done, what were you still doing in here? Smelling the

place? Is it any different?”

“Yeah, it’s different, but I couldn’t say how. Not really better or worse,

but like walking into a bathroom in a strange house.” I avoided her direct

question.

“So you stayed longer to smell a different smell?” The teasing in her voice

had obvious intent, and I could have played along if I hadn’t been actually

doing what she was jokingly implying. I swallowed as she finished her much-

needed peeing.

“Sorry, did I hit an indelicate subject?”

“No offense, but do you want to know the truth?” Very honest here, letting

her really think about it.

She thought. She came back in the same tone. “Yes, I’d really like to, and

thank you for the offer.”

We had just made a great leap in trust, not uncommon at large meetings, but

new to me on a personal level, in spite of my four years with this high-powered

organization.

“Well, I got the batch queue filled with diagnostic runs, had nothing to do,

and made the happy mistake of checking the newsgroup for erotic stories. There

was a particularly good one tonight. I had to come in here anyway, and uh,

quite frankly, I was following business with pleasure when you came in.”

“Wow! I’m flattered! Is this part of the company culture?”

“Doing it, no. Telling you about? I hardly think there’s a corporate

policy to cover it. Did I shock you?”

“No, actually, I’m quite honored to be trusted so much.” I heard her pull

off some toilet paper, and noticed under the stall partition how a dainty foot

moved slightly as she wiped.

“I hope I didn’t upset anything.”

“As long as we’re being honest, I was just getting into it. Surprise kind of

breaks the mood, though.”

“Yeah, it does. I’m sorry. Well, I’m done here. See you at the sink?”

“It’s a date.”

We both flushed, and I got myself composed again while she quickly re-did

whatever was undone, and headed up to the sinks. I heard two water spigots

go on, and chuckled inwardly at the strage courtesy of warming up my water for

me. Cute. Nuts, and cute. Fits her meeting personality perfectly.

…End of the part4. To be continued..

knew this woman had the answers she sought.

“Yes?”

“I was just wondering, I mean, I know you told me that you were…like me, but I

was wondering if you have ever?” she asked hoping the attractive older woman

would divulge the secret knowledge she yearned for, since she had first found

herself attracted to a woman. She ached to know what it would be like to kiss a

woman, let alone make love to one. If she was ever going to find out, then she

hoped it would be from a generous and sweet person like Dr. Trent.

“Dated another woman? Yes, a long time ago, when I was in college,” Lydia stated

apprehensively, wondering if she should have mentioned her own sexual preferences

to the girl after she had found her crying after class.

“What was it like?”

“Well,” she paused, not sure of how to explain what it was like or even if she

could. Then, she wondered if it was her place as Charlotte’s professor even to

have this conversation with her and admitted: “It’s very special.”

Charlotte brushed her hair from out of her eyes and just stared at Lydia with a

new look in her eyes. Lydia knew that look well. It was the same look she saw on

Kate’s the first night they professed their love for each other. It was a look

with a combination of love, respect, and lust. Whether or not Charlotte was in

love, or even somewhat attracted to Lydia, was hard to tell, but the chemistry

between Instructor and Student had changed.

“If you would like, you can call me anytime, if you like to talk about things,”

said Dianne, regretting it as soon as she spoke the words. She didn’t know what

she was doing. Something like this could cause her to lose her job. “What if the

rest of the University finds out?” she thought.

“May I? Thank you! You are the only person I have to talk to about this.”

“Of course, you can, Charlotte. Nevertheless, let’s keep this conversation to

ourselves. I am not out. Out of the closet, that is. It could cause problems for

me.”

“No, don’t worry! I know what that is like.”

Janine trembled with surprise as she listened to the startling conversation. She

knew Lydia was not interested in finding a man or a husband, but had thought it

was just because she had been hurt in past relationships.

“And what are we up to Doctor?” asked an all too familiar voice.

“Oh, I was just going to ask Lydia a question, but she is busy with a student.

…End of the part6. To be continued..

what I heard not many have turned you down,” chuckled Ron.

“Oh shut up, Ron! You’re such a gossip.”

Lydia strode into the lounge gracefully and was greeted by a bitchy Dianne and a

nosy Ron. If they couldn’t tell she was glowing, then nobody could.

***

“Here?” she asked.

“Why not? It’s a good a place as any. Don’t you think?” he said.

He slid down her body and pushed her onto the desk. Her dress allowed his hands

to rip off her panties savagely.

“Oh, God.”

“Mmm, nope, I am not a god. Have you become religious lately?” He slipped a

finger inside of her.

“Don’t be such a wise ass,” she said. “Yes, that’s it right there. Shit, that

feels so good.”

“You mean here?” he chuckled sucking her lips into his mouth. Her coral sex was

wet with arousal and his saliva gleamed on the pouting lips. She could feel the

intricate pattern of his oral ministrations effect her. She was so close.

“Yes! Don’t ever stop,” she moaned. Janine was almost there. Her whole body was

tense. Her breast’s heaved with passion causing them to jiggle in each response

to his lovemaking. With each swipe of his tongue on her clitoris her whole body

jerked in a spasm of pleasure.

“Hmm? I have to get going, love,” he said leaving her at the edge of release.

“What? NOW?”

“Yes, I do have to teach classes every once and awhile.” He grinned.

“YOU bastard!”

“Later, perhaps?” he smiled.

“Yes,” she admitted.

“Later, love.” He kissed her softly as he broke away from her clutching embrace.

not have been so humiliating. She could not answer her master; not with her

husband huddling on the floor only six feet away.

Jerome licked his index finger and then stroked the red lined slit. Anna’s sex

chute had regained it’s tightness since her black sexing several hours ago. She

felt her slippery lubricant forming deep in her pussy. When Jerome separated the

tight lips Anna moaned noticeably. “May I please get up ?” she pleaded.

“No.. You may not. I like you with your face on the floor. Answer my question

Mrs. Belvoir !”

The back of Anna’s legs begged for relief. The tips of Jerome’s long muscular

fingers were continuing to agitate her sex. She wanted to………………..

“Yes,” was her quiet sob.

“Yes, what, Mrs. Belvoir ?” Jerome asked.

The tears had returned to her eyes. “Yes, I want you to fuck me Mr. Bettis.”

The fingertips were teasing her hard clit. The obscene position that she found

herself…. and the tormenting fingers were bring her close to arousal.

“Beg ME,” Jerome ordered.

Anna tried to form the words… She tried to come up with an answer; any answer.

She couldn’t.

“Please fuck me with your black cock Mr. Bettis. Please take me to my bedroom and

fuck me until you cum into my tight pussy. PLEASE…… PLEASE MR. BETTIS,

PLEASE FUCK ME…… FUCK ME WITH YOUR LONG BLACK COCK YOU BASTARD !!”

Anna’s submission was complete. Jerome sat and relished her surrender. “Well

JimBo…. Do you want me to fuck your little tramp ?”

Jim’s cock was about to explode. His head still spun from the sharp slaps he had

just received. Meekly he looked up at the black man seated at his kitchen table

obscenely stroking his wife’s sloppy pussy. “Yes……” was his simple reply.

“Well white boy; I be taking your little tramp up to YOUR bedroom. I’m going to

fuck her in the same bed that you lay with her every night. I want you to stay

here… Maybe afterwards I will let you watch… but now you just keep laying on

the floor. Oh….. and another thing. I want you to beg me to fuck your little

slut of a wife,” Jerome concluded.

With his head hung in shame (but with his five inch white cock throbbing with

blood) he quietly surrendered. “Please Mr. Bettis…. will you fuck my wife…..”

…End of the part20. To be continued..

Jerome rose and pulled together his wardrobe. He returned to his chair and

looked at the gentle rise and fall of Anna’s nearly perfect breasts. Theodore’s

long black cock was still lodged in the white wife’s stretched pussy. His cum was

dripping out her hole and coating the tops of her white silk hose. After several

minutes Theodore pulled his long cock from the warm passageway of the beautiful

lady and squeezed the remaining contents on her upper thighs. Smiling he too

returned to his chair.

With her alcohol fogged brain Anna finally opened her eyes to the bright office

lights. She could feel the two black’s spunk over her body. Her tender nipples

were red and swollen and her previously tight and seldom used woman chamber was

stretched and dripping with black cum. She drug herself to a sitting position

and felt the warm liquid leak from her stretched lower lips and coat the inside

of her new skirt. Groggily she looked over to her smirking boss.

Never had her husband Jim given her such pleasure. Her mind returned to the

picture of Jerome punching each of her birth control pills out of their pouch.

The fertile black sperm dripping from her stretched hole today will not make her

pregnant but……… what about tomorrow ?

On unsteady feet she rose and meekly asked Jerome, “May I go clean up Mr. Bettis

?”

Jerome looked at the disheveled forty year old white wife and his cock twitched

again. She was such a beautiful lady; and she was his.

“If you drink another full glass of whiskey; you may clean yourself….” was the

reply from Mrs. Anna Belvoir’s superior.

Wearily, Anna walked to the right side of the desk where the nearly empty whiskey

bottle rested. With unsteady hands she poured herself another glass of the brown

liquid. She swayed back and forth in front of her two black fuck masters. Her

blouse was still unbuttoned and hung open exposing her white breasts with the red

fuck marks gleaming in the early morning light. A large fist sized cum stain

coated the front of her navy blue skirt. Theodore’s sticky black cum dripped

from her permanently stretched hole and coated her white silk hose. She had

discarded her four inch white heels and her eyes were having a hard time

remaining open. Her excessive forced consumption of potent Kentucky sipping

whiskey made her distraught mind swirl. When her mind did return to a minute of

reality she blamed the whiskey…… for her wantonness with her new black boss

and his black client.

“Drink your whiskey Mrs. Belvoir,” Jerome ordered.

Anna’s eyes turned to her boss…… her new black master. With shaking hands

she brought the glass to her lips and let the vile liquid slide down her throat.

The brown liquid burned as it made it’s journey. When the glass was drained Anna

…End of the part14. To be continued..

death grip of the white wife’s delicate fingers.

The poor white wife struggled to reach climax. She thrusted her hips down

against the menacing black fingers. A third finger lodged itself into her tight

passage and Anna struggled to open her hole to the gripping black fingers.

Jerome was the first………. White scalding cum shot from his long hose. The

spunk coated the bunched white skirt of the beautiful middle age wife. She felt

the wet discharge and the knowledge pushed her own tight body over the burning

threshold.

The staff heard the passionate scream from the inner office. They looked at each

other and smiled. A universal thought was in everyone’s mind. “Little Miss

Goody Two Shoes; the senior partner’s mistress was getting what she

deserved…..”

Anna fell to her knees as her climax made her body shudder. The probing black

fingers followed her to the floor and continued to fill her seeping hole. Her

lips were swollen and red as she tried to crawl away but the black man would not

allow the pretty wife escape. Anna crawled to the window but the black followed

her. She started to pull herself up when she felt the hard black cock scrape the

top of her stockings.

“NOOOOOOOOOO,” she screamed.

Theodore buried his cock hard and deep. The wet channel provided the lubrication

for the initial insertion and the forceful impalement prevented Mrs. Anna

Belvoir’s escape. She was forced against the four foot ledge in front of the

window as the black had total control of her tender chute. After the initial

insertion Anna was able to relax….and accept the long prod. The half naked

secretary was brutally fucked until she screamed for release.

She felt Theodore tighten….. and then felt the hot liquid coat her inner

chamber. The tip of his black cock had pushed against her cervix and caused her

pain…before feeling the total impalement ignited her second climax. The two

sex partners collapsed on the floor. Theodore nuzzled Anna’s tender neck and

sucked a large dark hickey on the soft flesh. Anna merely lay exhausted; lodged

between the ledge and her first black lover.

As she lay breathing heavily on the carpet she felt something wet caress her

lips. She opened her eyes and seen the angry purple head of Jerome’s huge black

cock. Gripping the monster in his fist he rubbed it against Anna’s delicate lips

until she slowly parted them. Jerome inched the purple head into her wet and

warm oral cavity and let her tongue clean the half dried jism. Anna

subserviently serviced her master with her mouth. She tongue washed the still

hard prong. It took only a few minutes for the huge black balls to empty

themselves into Anna’s sucking mouth. Anna added the fertile sperm to her

stomach still filled with expensive whiskey.

…End of the part13. To be continued..

Protest dying now, she moans and arches up
He rolls and pulls her tips at will
“Oh, yes Juan…yes…mmm…be rough…mmm”
Rough? Kate my God! You never let me…
I should stop this now, but do not move

Now one hand is ‘neath her dress…and up
In her cottons deep…and more
“Oh, Juan…yess…oh, yess…mmmmmmm!”
He’s in her now. I know that tune.
Leg up to give him more

In moments now he stops the game
Lifts her on the table…and down
Panties slide off writhing legs
He sits upon the throne. “Oh, yes..
Juan…hurry…lick me…hard…aaaaah!”

Now her high-heeled tentacles
Ensnare that handsome face.
She lifts and rolls and writhes in lust
He just stirs the fires more
My God, sweet Kate, my God!

These raw and primal sounds…from where?
Who else knows her thus? Not me!
Her pounding engine full speed now
Heading toward the end…and then
The whistle screams…full!

Save breathing, deadly quiet now
Full minutes pass between
It’s now him that rises first, then…
His belt, his pants he works…soft sounds
Oh! There it is! Full size…and dark

“Kay’-tee, I’m going to fuck you”
Ahah! Poor Juan, alas, has fouled!
Fool, she hates that ugly word…I think
Now bolt upright, she holds his prize
“No, Juan…no!” Now she whispers soft

Like liquid cat she takes the chair
And him still standing tall
Now soft hair flows across him
Fro and to again…and again.
Now, with silky strands she rubs him

But what can really happen now?
With more she’d find offense
And this I know full well. But…
Now, with claws extended
She dances on his dark beauty

Further more she wouldn’t do
At least she… But now one hand
Slides in his pants. “Mmm…Kay’-tee!”
Guessing what she does there…nails?
“Oh, yess…mmm…harder chiquita”

Now painlessly her face rubs him
On cheek and nose…and lips
And on his tip, she nips and licks
And takes a little in. Kate?
Tonguing now his length and back

Now she slides him in…then out,
And makes a wicked purr
Like tasting fine filet, she sounds
Who is this Kate I’ve never seen?
I should stop this now, but do not move

Now with pursed lips and swirling tongue
She dives upon his shaft…and moans
It seems she cannot get enough
He plumbs her deep again…and again
Kate? My wife she hated this!

Faster now, her head is blurred
And by silk hair, he holds her tight
My God! She’s got him all inside
Louder now, her grunts and groans
And his sounds show him near

Now he stiffens like a board
On toes he cries aloud, “Oooooh!
Oooooh! Oooooh! Oooooh!
My Kate she works with hungry gulps
And slurps, and sucks to take his all

Despite true valiant efforts though
He glistens on her face and chin
Oh, Kate I thought you hate this brew
And now can’t get enough. Look now!
She cleans each drop and makes him dry

They fixed themselves now. He says
“Chiquita, you sure can suck a pene!
Well, see you Monday.” A kiss and leaves
Deep in the chair, she scans the city,
Soft tears, “Damn you, Frank, where were you?”

I slip outside…and back “Kate?
Kate you in here?” “Over here, Frank”
“You OK, Honey? Sleeping?”
“I’m OK, Frank…I’m OK”
I kneel and take her in my arms

She holds me in a vise
And then weak smiles, “You’re late”
Eyes down, “You missed all the fun.”
“I’m sorry. Kate. I’m really sorry”
I kiss her cheeks, wet eyes and lips

“I love you, Kate.” I whisper low
“I know, Frank…I know.”
A warm kiss now…and deep
Sweet Kate’s so full and ripe
Eager now, I taste her kiss…and him

“Oh, Frank…fuck me…fuck me now!”
Oh, this word now stings my brain!
Holding rage, I calmly “Kate, now?
Here?” “Yesss…hurry!” hissing
Damn you, Kate! That’s all you want?

Roughly on the floor, I tear her center bare
With hardened steel, I plunge deep in her core
Now with gasp, “Aaaagh! Oh God, Frank!”
I ram again! You harlot! You slutty tart!
“Oh yess, Frank…oh yess…oh yess!”

Blinded now with rage and more
You bitch! You whore! You fucking cunt!
“Oh yess, Frank…oh,yess…give me more!”
Wildly now, she rakes my back
And binds me in her coils

I rammed blood hot to split her
She wanted even more!
Mindless now to match her lust
I drove her to the top…and came
And came…and came…and came!

Driving home, across the car
My lovely tigress slept…so soft
Clearer now, I see her…my queen
Who knew within her temple
There was a secret room?

Of earlier, my wounded back
Is all that’s left. All anger gone,
I ache for her…to even touch her hand
This gentle creature’s not the same.
And me? A different man.

and sticking out at a ninety degree angle.

Anna spreads her long legs even more. She prys her sex apart and mocking him

again asks her husband, “Do you like my pink pussy Jim. HE liked my

pussy…..Don’t you want to suck my pussy ? Suck my pussy and I will tell

you….. You want to hear about it don’t you ? DON’T YOU ?”

Jim, unsure of his emotions finally got up off the bed and walked from the

bedroom with his wife’s panties still in his hands.

His wife laughed as he departed their bedroom. She let her index finger tease

her clit….. She then put on a fresh pair of panties and slipped on a tight

pair of jeans. Since her breasts still felt sensitive she decided to forego a

bra. Putting on a white cotton shirt she buttoned the front and slipped on a

pair of tennis shoes.

She re-entered the kitchen and busied herself with the preparation of supper.

Jim informed her that their eighteen year old daughter Alicia had called and

would not be home for supper. The menu was simple; broccoli cheese soup and

salad. The man and wife had just sit down to supper when the door chime rang.

Agitated, Jim got up and walked to the door. He opened the door without seeing

who was on the other side. It would be only his first mistake of this

evening……….

Jerome Bettis brusquely walked by the startled husband. He walked into the

kitchen and stood smiling at his startled assistant. Anna merely looked at the

unwelcome intruder… She could not speak. Her husband walked up behind the

muscular black man and asked him a simple question, “May I ask who you are ?”

Smiling Jerome turned to the befuddled husband. “Maybe your wife would like to

tell you who I am,” he stated.

Anna had dropped her gaze into the hot soup in front of her. She now looked up

and seen the puzzlement in her husband’s dumb founded face. “This is my new boss

Jim,” she softly said.

Her husband’s dull facial expression turned to one of apprehension.

Jerome turned to Anna’s husband and smugly asked, “Aren’t you going to invite me

to supper Mr. Belvoir ?”

Jim, somewhat befuddled simply stated, “Why of course….”

Mr. Jim Belvoir and his wife Anna were very anxious as the muscular black man sit

down at their table.

“Has Anna told you about me yet Mr. Belvoir ?” asked Jerome.

…End of the part17. To be continued..

left hers own the desk.

The black client was sprawled in the large leather chair turned to Anna. “I let

my bitches drink first. Drink the whiskey honkey !”

Both sets of black eyes were focused on Anna. Self consciously she grasped the

heavy glass. Bringing the rim of the glass to her red coated lips she let the

burning liquid slide down her throat.

“Drink it all,” Jerome ordered.

Anna brought the glass to her lips and again let the burning whiskey race to her

stomach. It was hot and burned her throat. Anna did not drink and the high

octane lubricant immediately had an effect on the pretty wife. She almost

immediately felt light headed and grabbed the edge of the desk to steady herself.

“Pour yourself another drink before we begin Mrs. Belvoir,” dictated Jerome.

With unsteady hands Anna poured herself another eight ounces of pure alcohol.

She tried to focus her eyes on the two black men but couldn’t. She brought the

foul tasting liquid to her lips and drained about a third of the glass.

The black client smiled and then intentionally dropped his pen to the thick white

carpet. Both Anna and Jerome observed the deliberate act.

“Well, Pick up my client’s pen,” came the matter of factly order from Jerome.

On suddenly unsteady legs Anna walked the three or four steps and then gracefully

bent her legs to retrieve the discarded pen. When she rose she felt the black

hands……

The long black fingers started at her knee…..and then slowly….slowly….

inched upward. The warm fingers made a slight circular motion as they carefully

traveled up the sweet nylon covered legs.

Looking forlornly into the smiling eyes of Jerome Anna sobbed quietly,

“Please…..make him stop.”

Her plea went unanswered. Jerome’s face was covered with a smirking smile as he

observed the black fingers disappear under the short white skirt. “Don’t you

like those black fingers on those tender Lilly white legs of yours Mrs. Belvoir

?”

Anna shivered as the long black fingers reached the top of her hose. She felt

the fingers insert themselves between the garter clasps and her suddenly warm

upper thighs. The fingers played with the top of her hose….. and then

unsnapped the garter clasps. The metallic uncoupling screamed in the quiet room.

The two black men could hear Anna’s breathing as she sensously swayed back and

forth.

…End of the part10. To be continued..

From perched upon her rock up high
the ever watchful Lorelei
was forced to give a moral gasp
on seeing Hermann swimming past.

She looked askance and flicked her hair
“Mein Gott”, she thought, “what have we here?”,
her eyesight needed no correction
when she espied his large erection.

Her limbs now seized with expectation
her thoughts now filled with delectation,
she rose serenely from her rock
and fantasized about his cock.

Too long it was since that young sailor
one night had managed to assail her.
By moonlight was she thus deflowered,
his cock most ravishly devoured.

She’d so enjoyed the feel of lust
As matelot his buttocks thrust.
Since then occasions passed her by,
the chance her female charm to ply.

But now she left her lofty perch
her reputation she’d besmirch,
for years she’d sat upon that rock
her tits squeezed tight in that old frock.

And standing now upon the bank
she saw young Hermann in mid-wank,
by now her mouth was salivating
as she watched him masturbating.

“What joy” she thought, “some sex at last!”
when just that moment did walk past
a young man, tight in lederhosen,
was he just camp, or was he posing?

The Lorelei in her vexation
now turned her thoughts to conversation,
she quickly recognised the scene
that now obtained with this young queen.

And Hermann’s eyes she must avert
from gazing on this young pervert,
whose mincing gait and manner queer
was almost more than she could bear.

But words they did now all escape her
that might deter her idol’s suitor,
for now young Hermann, so aroused,
had seen this young man in the crowd.

And turned his gaze in his direction
one flipper raised to show affection.
The young man, who was most excited,
rushed to the water, once invited.

His clothes torn off, and in a heap,
he plunged into the river deep,
then in a swirling sea of foam
in Hermann’s mouth his cock drove home.

Now mermen, though they often see men
have little chance of tasting semen,
which caused our Hermann jubilation
when young man had ejaculation.

And shot his spunk so white and thick
from his now rock-hard, throbbing dick.
That he might savour the full taste
the merman not a drop did waste.

But soon this scene of lust aquatic
which really had been most erotic,
was drawing to its natural close,
as young man left to find his clothes.

Which made poor Hermann rather sad,
he’d really fallen for the lad.
“Gott in Himmel, what a dish,
and much more fun than all this fish!”

Poor Lorelei had been deprived
of what she’d hoped would be her prize,
it had not been her lucky day
she’d picked a merman who was gay!

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Galloping through fields of golden wheat
basking in late summer’s heat
Reigning in at water’s edge
mere feet from the towering mountain ledge

Rising cliffs of dirt and clay
keep the rushing wind at bay
Water’s surface like glass a shimmer
sings of sirens’s song of come hither

Upon dismounting I steady your stead
experiencing my growing animalistic need
Setting the horses aside to graze
observing this scene in a heavenly daze

Valley outstretched in summer green
trees dotted laboriously about the scene
Mirror blue lake at valley’s end
fed by falls as the water descends

High in the sky the sun shines bright
making comfort an unbearable fight
Stripping down to nature’s suit
we prepare ourselves for a cool pursuit

Diving into the deep cool blue
surfacing to gaze lustily at you
Easing in with the utmost care
you cause my heart to flutter with despair

Swimming so slowly up to you
encircling your body in this bed of blue
Never before has anyone seen
a picture of beauty so pure and clean

Drawing your form ever closer to me
arousing the animal yearning to be
Lifting as breast scrape against my chest
feeling your heat rise from your nest

Legs wrap around while lowering you down
impaling you deeply upon my crown
Animal lust washes us through
as deeper I thrust myself in you

Our crescent comes with deep surprise
exploding our bodies from deep inside
Exquisite pleasure comes in joyous spasms
entwining our bodies in simultaneous orgasm

Hours have passed with the sands of time
ending this day of your’s and mine
Easing down upon the shore
we feast on a picnic made this morn

With feelings of unity we prepare to leave
this dreamlike setting nature did weave
I help you mount your steed on high
as off we set on the evening ride

Gliding along at a leisurely walk
enjoying the closeness of lover’s talk
Across the path fleet a herd of deer
flushed from cover by coming too near

Towards a farm we start to ride
as the sun from the sky does slide
All my surroundings fade to black
while I seem to be falling back

I open my eyes to the light of dawn
knowing from whence my soul is drawn
Looking about at the ice cold gray
seeing the bars of another day

Into reality again I awake
wishing my freedom I could take
My dreams allow my thoughts to see
how I think my life should be

When life lowers to hues of blue
my mind projects an image of you
I focus upon the beauty of kinship
then close my eyes for a joyful trip.

William B. Morris
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-=( Tommy )=-

By Vatasyayana

Source: “The Love Teachings of Kama Sutra”
—— (Translated by Indra Sinha)

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Lying Down Positions:
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Indrani draws up both her knees
until they nuzzle the curves of her breasts;
her feet find her lover’s armpits.
Small girls love this posture,
but becoming a goddess takes a lot of practice.

She cups and lifts her buttocks with her palms,
spreads wide her thighs,
and digs in her heels besides her hips,
while you caress her breasts:
this is “Utphallaka” (The Flower in Bloom).

Grasping the ankles
of the round hipped woman, whose buttocks
are like two ripe gourds,
raise her beautiful thighs
and spread the thigh-joints widely.

Full of desire, saying sweet words,
approach her with your body stiff as a pole
and drive straight forward
to pierce her lotus and join your limbs:
experts call it “Madandhvaja” (The Flag of Cupid).

Catch hold of her two feet,
raising them till they press upon her breasts
and her legs form a rough circle.
Clasp her neck and make love to her:
this is “Ratisundara” (Aphrodite’s Delight).

Lift the lady’s feet until her soles
lie perfectly parallel,
one to each side of her slender throat,
cup her breasts and enjoy her:
this technique is “Uthkanta” (Throat-high).

Your lovely wife, lying on the bed,
grasps her own feet
and draws them up until they reach her hair;
you catch her breasts and make love:
this is “Vyomapada” (Sky-foot).

The round-thighed woman on the bed
grasps her ankles and raises high her lotus feet;
you strike her to the root, kissing
and slapping open-palmed between her breasts:
this is “Markata” (The Monkey).

She lies flat on her back,
you sit between her parted knees, raise them,
hook her feet over your thighs,
catch hold of her breasts, and enjoy her:
this is “Manmathpriya” (Dear to Cupid).

Lying-down Positions – Samputa Group:
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If your penis is too small for a woman,
the “Samputa” group of postures should be used:
“Samputa” (the Jewel Case),
“Pidita” (the Squeeze), “Veshtita (the Entwined)
and “Vadavaka” (the Mare’s Trick).

In Samputa your legs lie along hers
caressing their whole length from toes to thighs.
Your lover may be below you,
or you may both lie on your sides,
in which case she should always be on your left.

In Pidita the lovers’ thighs
are interlaced and squeeze each other in rhythm.
In Veshtita she crosses her thighs
or rolls each one inward,
thus greatly strengthening her yoni’s grip.

…End of the part1. To be continued..

… warmed up? I couldn’t wait for him. I started coming and I was loud enough

to make it very clear to him what was happening. He started to pump faster and

faster into me, pushing me along as I came. As I came down, he slowed, but kept

up the basic rhythm. I was about to start working on him when he slid out. I

made another of those incoherent sounds that was clearly something like, “Don’t

take it away.” He didn’t. The son of a bitch slid it, all slicked up into my

bottom, without a word of warning, rubbing my clit the whole time.

Having him enter my bottom kind of changed my perspective. I knew that I’d end

up going down on him, but I didn’t know how far he’d take it. When he slid into

me and then pulled out only to slide into my bottom, I knew that there were no

limits to what would happen this weekend. I mean, he’d been here less than an

hour. I like being stimulated when my bottom is taken. J certainly did that.

He’d taken possession of my clit before he’d entered me at all and he’d never

given it up. Rather than just getting the stimulation from behind, it was as if

his cock was reaching through me to rub me there. It was pretty intense. It was

also a surprise. I didn’t really expect this. I know you’ll think that is very

naive of me, but that’s how I am. I was deeply embarrassed at having gotten

caught after saying that I’d go down on him. I kept trying to find a way of

sliding out of it. What were the odds of my losing all those hands? I’m a

flirt. I am good at that. I pat men on the bottom occasionally and sit on the

odd lap (OK, a lot of laps) but this was beyond the pale. I started coming almost

as soon as He entered me. Having that strong a sensation was more than I could

bear. I’d been reasonably quiet for me at least up until then. I just started

screaming. I’m sure my neighbors could hear me. If J didn’t know what he’d

gotten himself into, he knew now. He kept pumping into me. He seemed to know

when I was nearing an orgasm, and stepped up the speed and intensity each time.

I lost track. I must have had three of four. I screamed again when he had his.

Only when I heard him groaning did I realize that he’d been silent since he’d

entered my bottom. I felt cheated by that. I think then that one of my goals

became, making him make some noise as I ’serviced’ him. Yes I know I’m grinning.

I expected a period of lethargy, maybe some cuddling; Not what J had in mind. He

caught his breath, but I didn’t know that he was going to maintain the ’sexual

slave’ business for the whole weekend if he could. He slid off of me and sat back

on the couch. There was no real volume to his voice. There was no hint of power

that was based on force. He said, very quietly, “Go get a wash rag from the

bathroom. Get it wet with warm water and clean me.” I started to get up and he

said, “Remember you’ll be taking me in your mouth so get it wet enough to do a

good job.” I realize that he was dropping hints at what might give me a “z

I came back with the wash rag, knelt between his legs and slowly and very gently

went over him with it. I’m not sure how much of a job he wanted me to make out

of it, but I took several minutes and was very thorough. By the time I’d taken

him in my mouth (just ta check) he was already hard again. He looked at his

watch, the only thing he was still wearing, and then reached for his pants. From

the pocket, he took out his wallet and put it on the table. He told me to put the

wash rag away and told me to take a few minutes in the bathroom if I wished. I

took advantage of that. When I returned, he was putting down the phone. I

started to ask him about it when he told me to sit on the floor. “Show me how you

…End of the part8. To be continued..