I walked over and asked her if she minded if I shared her table. It
was early and there were several tables available, but I wanted to
chance it anyways. She said it was fine and then went back to her
book.

The waiter came over and I ordered just a cup of coffee as I wasn’t
in the mood for much more than coffee and her. The waiter winked at
me, smiling. I was a regular here, and he rushed off, swishing this
way and that, to get me my favorite house brand. The lady appeared to
not have noticed he was even there.

I was used to this sort of thing… lots of young, career,
professional, yuppie females come into this place, looking to meet Mr.
Right, or looking to impress this boss or that. They liked to drink
their coffee, sit at their tables and look good, and more often than
not I’d end up taking them home and using them like they wanted to be
used, then sending them on their way. Tonight seemed like it’d be
nothing out of the ordinary. I could get through her book and touch
that animalistic part of her that brought her here.

The waiter brought me my coffee and swished away, trailing his hand
across my shoulder as he past me by. I smiled and shook my head,
looking around surreptitiously. I caught her glancing my way and
smirked. She could be had…

I looked at the book she was so enthralled by and read the title. I
was slightly surprised and pleased to see that she was reading one of
my favorites, a new book called “The Living One”.

“You read much horror?” I asked her.

She looked up at me, slightly confused, and said “Beg pardon?”

“You read much horror?”

“Oh! This. Yes… I pick up a book now and then. I like coming in
here and finding some dark corner and curl up with a good suspense
story. What about you? I take it you’ve read this?” She held up her
book so that I could get a better view of the spine.

“It’s one of my favorites… in fact I have an autographed copy in my
library. Maybe you’d like to see it sometime.” I hinted with a
slight smile, just barely parting my lips.

“Maybe…. but you’ll have to do better than that.” She laughed
lightly, shaking her head and tossing her hair to the side.

With her hair out of the way I could see her ear, smooth and clean and
milky white. And pinned neatly in the lobe was a gold and silver
labrys, with a diamond at the head of the axe-handle that caught the
light and sparkled. Then her hair fell back into place and the sight
of her ear was taken from me until some later time….

I continued to look at her, roaming my eyes across her face, seeing
each line in her forehead, each little smile-crease around her eyes,
and each pore of her cheeks. Her skin was white and powdery. Her
cheekbones were high and well pronounced. Her eyelashes were just
long enough to twitch when she smiled at me.

Her eyes…. one was a deep green and one was brown, and in both the
pupils had “broken” making trails down through the color and into the
white. She looked like a cat, with those eyes.

She had sat there the entire time I was staring at her, with a slight
smile on her face, and her tongue just barely flickering in and out of
her teeth. When she saw that I was done she locked gazes with me and
asked me, “You like what you saw?”

I just barely breathed “very much.”

“Good.” She returned to her book.

I thought my chances were nill at this point so I moved to get up,
before I had even half-risen her arm shot out and grabbed mine.
“Sit,” she said. Her eyes never left the page that she was reading.

I sat back down and looked at her. Now it was my turn to be puzzled.
What did she want? Who did she think she was? Who did she think *I*
was?

So we just sat there for a little while, the waiter coming back now
and then to ask me if everything was okay, to wink at me, to get me
more coffee, and to swish in my general direction.

People came and went, talking, flirting, picking each other up,
looking each other over, and still we just sat there, not a word said.
But every time I tried to get up she’d pull me back and I’d hear that
…End of the part1. To be continued..

By Vatasyayana

Source: “The Love Teachings of Kama Sutra”
—— (Translated by Indra Sinha)

———————————————————————–

Lying Down Positions:
——————–

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:
————————————

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..

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

Now you are standing at his door, looking for the bell. It is a
large steel sliding door on the upper floor of an old warehouse
downtown. Clearly, David’s studio is in a loft. You finally just knock
on the door. A moment later, the door slides open and light from the
hall spills across a hardwood floor. The studio is dimly lit and you
can’t see anyone there.
“Hold on, let me get the lights,” you hear a voice say.
Suddenly, bright overhead lights come on, exposing the entire loft. You
walk in and look around. David is standing there, smiling.
“You must be Trish,” he says.
“Uh, yeah. You must be David,” you reply, slightly uncomfortable.
David is about six feet tall, a good eight inches taller than
you. He has short black curly hair and a young but weatherbeaten face
that has crinkles at the eyes and mouth. You can tell that he laughs a
lot. He has a well toned and muscled body; you can see his wide chest
straining at the black commando’s sweater he’s wearing. He has on a
baggy pair of black fatigue trousers. His bare feet even look strong;
his toes grip the floor as he walks.
The loft studio is much nicer than you expected, given the looks
of the building outside. The front of the loft is obviously David’s
apartment. The kitchen is set aside from the rest of the room by a
wrap-around countertop. It sits to the right of the door. The door
itself is halfway between the front and back walls. The furniture is
comfortable and modern. There is a long couch that surrounds a coffee
table in front of a fireplace. The entire front wall is glass, looking
out over the city. On the far wall is a raised platform with steps
leading up to it. On top of the platform, which sits six feet high,
is a waterbed. Off to one side of the platform is a bathroom. Oddly,
there are no walls around it. It’s shielded from the front windows by
the bed platform, but it is open to the rest of the apartment. There’s
a sink, cabinet, mirror, commode and an old iron free-standing bathtub.
The walls are brick, from the floor to eight feet up. Then the
walls are white up to the 15 foot ceiling. The ceiling is white too,
and track lights reflect off of it to fill the room with a soft glow.
“Tea?” David is standing in the kitchen holding a pot.
“Please,” you respond, walking along the brick walls, looking at
the pictures hanging there. Many are covers from famous magazines.
Many others are pictures of nature scenes. Sprinkled among them are
pictures of women in seductive poses, or wearing suggestive clothing.
David sets your tea down on the table and invites you to have a
seat. He walks to the wall and turns a dimmer switch, dimming the
lights to a dull glow. “There’s a storm coming; I want to watch it.”
You look out the window and see flashes of lightning. David
retreives his own tea from the kitchen and sits sideways on the couch,
facing you.
“Tell me about yourself,” he asks quietly.
You tell him about your school and your hobbies. He has a lot
to talk about; seemingly, he has an interest in everything. You talk
about accounting and running. You talk about swimming and skydiving.
You watch the storm. David has a quick smile and a gentle laugh and
after a couple of hours you feel very comfortable with him. He keeps
you teacup filled.
“You have neat pictures,” you say after talking for a few hours.
David smiles a thanks. “Let’s go take some pictures.” He
stands up and offers you his hand.
You take his hand and stand up. David leads you by the hand
back into the dark back half of the loft. He reaches out and turns a
switch someplace and a few lights come on. There are strobes with
reflectors lined up neatly along the wall. There is black shag carpet
on part of the floor and white on another. David leads you over to the
black carpet and sits you down in the middle.
You watch as David turns to a control panel on the wall. The
lights come up further, including some focused on you, and soon you are
at the center of attention. David opens a cabinet and takes out a
camera. He sits down on the floor in front of you and takes a few
pictures. “Good choice of clothes,” he mentions between shots.
You are wearing a white maternity shirt with a bright yellow
maternity jumper over it. You feel the warmth of the lights on you as
David moves around, photographing you from different angles. Every so
often, he reaches out and adjusts your position, moving a hand here or
adjusting the angle of your head there. He sets you so your one leg is
drawn up with the other crossed under it. He places your hands on your
knee and rests your chin on your hands. Oddly, your heart beats harder
as he moves your body around and you find yourself admiring the fluid
grace with which David moves.
David takes a few more pics in that pose and has you lean back
on your hands. Your breath catches in your throat as he unbuttons one
shoulder strap on your jumper and re-adjusts it so the front left corner
is hanging down, showing the swollen curves of your enlarged breast
through the shirt. David leans back and takes a few more pictures. He
pauses and sets the camera down on the carpet. He slides over next to
you and puts his hand on your raised knee and squeezes it.
“Are you doing ok,” he asks.
Your heart is pounding and you can’t seem to catch your breath.
You feel beads of sweat break out across your stomach and legs. You
realize that his touch and his closeness have aroused you considerably;
you can feel your damp cotton lace panties rubbing against your thigh.
You manage a breathy yes.
David smiles. “Good.” Never breaking eye contact with you,
…End of the part1. To be continued..

running a close second for the VP slot against Brenda, but had managed to slip

past her by anonymously leaking false information about BJ thru the companies

computer system. Brenda was never sure where the rumors started but had a very

good idea.

Once Karen had taken her position still fearing Brenda’s superior talent, she

proceeded to “in effect” demote her by making her the department head over a much

smaller department. This move infuriated Brenda and revenge was all she could

think about. Months went by before her chance would come, then one day as if a

miracle she was in Karen’s office when Karen had to leave the office quickly and

failed to log off her computer it was the chance BJ had waited for. She quickly

determined Karen’s password from the careless notes left unprotected on her

messages and then she noticed the “anonymous” memos with Brenda’s name on them.

It had been Karen in fact that had stared the false rumors. Karen would live to

regret both mistakes.

The company was doing much work with the 3rd world, in a small country, Bariwa,

with much mineral potential. They were working on a financing plan to exploit

these for the good of the country. BJ finally had her chance to be rid of Karen

forever. As it turns out the project was in almost absolute control of Karen and

since BJ had access to all her files she could interfere with the project.

Brenda formulated her plan and began putting it into action.

Bariwa was depositing large sum of gold with the company in exchange for cash

which Karen was to invest on behalf of the Bariwanian government. BJ began

intercepting the transfer requests from Karen and making them herself. Using

Karen’s ID and password she opened a money market account with her firm and

stared stripping 5% of all transfers Karen requested and depositing it in

“Karens’s” account. Within a month “Karen” had embesseled 3.5 million dollars.

The trap was set….

The following Monday Karen left for Bariwa and BJ left for Western Union. She

had updated all of Karen’s real computer records with her transaction and booked

a flight from Bariwa to Rio in Karen’s name, conviently one day after Karen’s

scheduled return. The wire was to the Bariwanian finance minister and outlined

suspicious activity that the sender felt was not in the best interest of Bariwa,

with enough details to point the inquiries in the right direction, signed

“Anonymous”.

Just as planed the minister made inquiries that very day to the company

president’s office and Karen’s “plot” was uncovered. The company quickly

complied with requests for records in an effort to retain their business. And

still Karen had no idea the snare was about to be triggered as she visited with

several government officials in Bariwa. On her final official visit she was to

see the finance minister and arrived in a limo at the capital early in the

morning. She would not have a good day. She noticed on her way in that security

seemed very tight. There were four armed guards in the ministers waiting room,

all very large men with frowns on their faces but she did not worry. When she

…End of the part1. To be continued..

She was standing opposite me on the other side of the street. I
instinctively put out my cigarette and walked over.

“Have you got another one?”, she said.

“Sure. Mind menthol?”

It was too dark too see completely. Her body, however, was thin and
petite. Her hair was long, dark and rather curly. Her method of smoking was
unique, not just exotic, but sensual. I could have sworn she was making love to
the damn thing, exhaleing straight and over so that I walked into the smoke.
Talking as we walked her voice was seductive, alluring a sexual connotation at
every oppurtunity. As we walked, I realized that we were not heading in any
specific destination. She however knew exactly where she was going because I
soon realized that we were in the Campus Woods.

We came upon the river that ran through the woods and headed toward
the footbridge. My mind was swirling. I could not distinguish between her
perfume and the flora. Fresh new scents exited me at every inhalation. Sweet
and sexy winds carried her hair. I was truly hard, but more than that my
mind was filled with passion and raw sensuality. Half-way across the bridge
she stopped and sat down, taking off her boots.

“Come on. The water feels really nice.”, she wispered.

I went over and sat down next to her. I took off my shoes and placed
my feet in the water. It was cold, exquisitely cold. She pulled out a bowl and
packed it with marijuana. It’s scent mixed with hers and made me dizzy. It
wasn’t like a new scent, but rather it was always there and I just hadn’t
noticed it before.

“Mind if I smoke?”, she asked.

“No. Not at all.”, I replied

“Do you want some?”

“Yeah. Sure.”

She smoked hard. I could hear the wind being sucked through the bowl
at mach speeds. Her lips wrapped around the end of it, pulsating and vibrant.
She never took the lighter away, the pot glowed, it eluminated her entire face.
She was serene. Her eyes reflected the light and seemed to glow. Her cheek
bones were high and well formed. She was still sucking hard on the bowl with
her full pouty lips.

Then I smoked, it was strong. The strongest I ever smoked. My
lungs burned and my eyes watered. We passed the bowl back and forth until
it was spent. We smoked another cigarette, the pot WAS strong. I could feel
it already. As I inhaled the menthol vapor deeply, it swirled and spiraled
down to my toes. She felt the same way, I could feel it. She let out
a soft moan as she took a drag and exhaled. She layed back and watched the
stars. Giggling as if on another planet. I leaned over and put my face in
front of hers.

She said nothing, just blinked and shut her eyes. Her hands combed my
face and found my lips. Tracing the outside and then moving to my eyes.
She pressed slightly and encompassed my head with both hands. She pulled me
closer opened her mouth and kissed me.

Her lips were suculant. They had a mind of their own as they pulsated
around mine. She oozed sexuality. Her tongue traced my inner lips and
found my tongue. Our tongues circled and caressed, causing me to moan slightly
into her mouth. Her hands worked their way down. Finding my chest and erect
nipples. She touched them, tugged at them. The feeling was exhilarating. She
removed my shirt and started to kiss her way down. Kissing my neck, down,
further, further. I was so excited I almost came.

She unbuckled my belt and jeans with her teeth. I brought up my hips
and she slid my pants off. She took the head of penis. Her lips had the same
pulsating rythm. She sucked hard and bit down slightly.

“Uhhhhhggg.”, I whimpered.

“Mmmmmm.”, she replied.

She went down on it. She pushed it all the way to the back of throat.
Her tongue viciously darted out and tickled my scrotum. It then caressed them,
cautiously. My mind was a cloud of smoke. She was encircling my thoughts,
enveloping my manhood. She continued to caress me with her tongue. She came
up, dragging her teeth. Her suculant lips encumbered the head of my penis
again. This time her tongue tickled the tip. Pre-cum was dripping out of
the opening, but that did not stop her rythm. She traced the tip with her
finger. Her head started to move faster. I moaned loudly. I felt her moan
also, deeply. Her finger came to mouth and went inside. Salty, but I didn’t
mind, it was sensual. Her other hand grasped my shaft. It gripped firmly
and waited for her mouth to join it. Her head and hand now moved in unison.
Up and down slightly twisting. Her saliva coated me. Her mouth began to
suck harder, her tongue vibrating faster. She moved her hand yet even faster,
faster. I began to stiffen, my hips bucked wildly.

“Uhhhhhggg.”

Faster, Faster. Me scrotum became rock hard, she stroked it, cared for
it. My penis became tense. She went all the way down. Tenser, firmer. She
swallowed, her throat muscles tightened. Her hand kept their rythmic pace.
I let out a cry. I came. I shot hot semen right down her throat. She pumped
faster, harder. Shot after shot, I came. My semen coated her tongue and mouth.
She kept sucking, wanting more. I had no more. Ecstacy. I lay there, my penis
still enveloped. She licked me clean. She came to me and we kissed, deeply,
passionately.

gone and here I was back at the “old grind”. My in-basket was

piled high with memos and junk mail to sort through. I went down

to the lounge to get my morning coffee and on my way back I

thought I would stop off at the men’s room to milk my python.

I had always dreamed of the things that could happen in the

company men’s room but today the dreams were going to be more

real than I could ever imagine.

As I walked through the door I could hear a slight moaning sound

coming from the oversized handi-capped stall at the end. At

first I thought it must have been someone who had a worse weekend

than I had. I walked over to use the urinal and after unzipping

my fly and grasping hold of my rod, it happened. Something in my

mind told me that the sound I had heard wasn’t a painful moaning

but a moaning that comes from shear erotic pleasure. Just then,

I heard it again. This time it was even more distinct than the

first time. Again it happened. By now I was more curious than a

weasel outside a chicken coop. I just had to investigate.

Without even putting my cock back in my pants, I walked to the

end stall. I gently peered through the crack in the doorway and

there sitting on the toilet seat was the cutest little blonde I

had ever laid eyes on. How she got there will continue to be a

mystery but let’s get back to things at hand. She was sitting

there with her dress pulled up and she had a large cucumber in

her right hand that she was slowly pumping in and out of her wet

crack. Her eyes were closed and she was so far into her

encounter that I really didn’t want to make myself known. I

stood there for what seemed to be an eternity. Needless to say

my limp snake had heard the call of the wild and was up and ready

for battle. It was about all I could do to hold back from

blasting a hole through that stall door. Maybe it was the sound

of my shoes on the tile floor or maybe my stifled moaning, but

she finally came back to Earth and noticed me standing outside

the stall. I thought she would scream or something terrible like

that and I had visions of the CEO coming in and firing me. But

it didn’t happen anything like that. She slowly leaned forward

and smiled as she open the door and motioned to me to come inside

and service her. Being the gentleman that I am, I couldn’t deny

her request.

After entering the stall and locking the door, I learned why she

picked that particular place. You see, the handicap stall is so

nice and roomy that we could have an orgy in there and no one

would be the wiser. She first took me by the hand and led me

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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

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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“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.

“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..

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…

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.
—

My depression prevented me from having a social life for a long time;
I didn’t feel at all like being with other people, rather be a hermit
isolated in the ivory tower of my dorm room, working my butt off.

I was wise enough not to try to suffocate my depression with a load of
alcohol or other drugs, I was too clever to cheat myself like that. I
used marijuana every now and then to enhance positive vibes, but from
experience I knew it wouldn’t cover up depression.

Finally I got fed up with suppressing my sexuality for so long. I’ve
always been a very sexual being, but before I reformed my character to
get rid of shyness and meekness I didn’t have much action. The
relationship with the career woman was tailor-made for me; she didn’t
want to bother with formalities such as marriage, but she was damn
good company both in bed and outside bedroom, as well physically as
intellectually. So you can imagine how hard it was to return to
masturbation!

So, on Saturday night I started getting myself in gear. I’ve received
some compliments for my appearance, although it is fairly moderate in
my opinion. Having a longish, dark hair makes me shine through the
masses of conservative-looking students that populate the computer
science department. That draws some fascinated looks from the few
technically inclined ladies, but I don’t care about them – mostly they
are just as much nerds as the guys.

Since I’ve been fascinated by the sixties’ – early seventies’ music,
I’ve guided my wardrobe accordingly. For the evening I wore a
turquoise silk shirt with ornamental patterns and the bellbottom jeans
I finally had managed to find in a second-hand store. As I put a
necklace with a largish copper ankh, ornamented with runes, around my
neck I was feeling HOT!

In the city I was delightfully aware of the wondering, admiring and
violently disapproving looks I received. Every face that looked at me
gave me little electric vibes. One of the little hobbies I have liked
the most is to look intensely back if someone glances at you and then
observe the reaction, especially when girls are concerned!

At the entrance of my regular club I saw her, just going in. She was a
strange mixture; she looked innocent, yet very sensual; immaculate,
yet eager to learn new ways of sinning; the good girl, yet willing to
be a desirous beast!

I decided to take it slowly and observe her from a distance; the
evening was young and there was no need to rush, unless someone else
decided to have a go at her, but I would break that up with
ruthlessness I have discovered myself to be capable of when I want it.

The club was good: they played music loud and fast. Speedmetal
followed by techno followed by classics from Hendrix was a perfect
audio cocktail for me. I like to dance – although I lack some at the
skill department I make it up with aggresiveness and force that was in
harmony with the music. If there’s enough force no one cares if you
miss a beat sometimes. When they finally played the Doors I had the
scene almost all to myself; I accelerated myself into a shamanistic
performance in the middle of the dance floor. When the music stopped I
was exhausted for a while but felt great pleasure from my dance and
the fact that I had certainly been the focus of attention.

As I moved to the bar to have a nice, cool beer I noticed that the
girl I saw before actually followed me! I turned around. – Hi, having
any fun? I asked. – Sure! You certainly pulled an act over there,
shit, for a while I thought I saw a reincarnation of Jim Morrison in
the nineties!

I was surprised. I knew that especially if I dressed right I looked a
bit Morrisonesque, but that a girl who had barely crossed the 18 year
limit knew something about him, that was a surprise. – Thanks! Let me
buy you a beer for that, ok? Then you can tell me what you know about
that particular demigod while I can stare at your beautiful eyes. She
blushed a bit but recovered with a tiny laughter. – Hey, why not…

So, we started talking. I was being a bit too straightforward to be
polite, but she enjoyed it and adapted her style to match mine, and I
loved every second of it.

She was interesting. I’ve never liked dumb chicks, and she was
definedly intellectual. I found out that she was a freshman at the
university, came from a small country town and was a bit puzzled over
the new things around her. So that’s why she looked so innocent, a
country girl… but she seemed very eager and ready to see how she can
deal with anything that comes her way.

When we came to talk about art, I revealed that some months ago I had
been so fascinated with the Giger’s demonic and erotic art that I did
some sketches of my own. – I want to see them – right now! That was a
surprise. – Huh? – C’mon, you don’t resist a crazy idea every now and
then, do you? – No! Ok, let’s go…

We walked to the bus station. I put my arm on her shoulders and
squeezed her a bit teasingly. She responed by pressing her lips
…End of the part1. To be continued..

The second day of driving, he stopped for lunch and realized
that he would run out of gas before the next town. The more he
looked around, the more he came to realize, this place was
different.

In the town he had left the day before, the women were still
wearing coats and sweaters. Even though spring had just started,
hear the women were running round in Bikini’s and shorts. Tim
looked around and found a casino to go into.

Tim had just finished loading his remaining quarters into a
slot machine, when over at the bar, he noticed a petit oriental
woman staring out onto the gaming floor, sort of looking off at
nothing in particular.

I had stayed home from work to do some things around the house
that needed taking care of. Actually, it was sort of a “mental health” day
rather than a vacation or legal holiday. The kids were in school, so I had
the house to myself. About 9:00, I was surprised to hear the front doorbell
ringing. Putting down my coffee cup, I went to answer it.

“Hi Jim. Can I come in?”

It was Cindy, who had been my wife’s best friend. I couldn’t
imagine why she had decided to pay me a visit, but I also couldn’t think of a
good reason not to let her in.

“Sure, come on in Cindy. Want a cup of coffee?”

“That’d be great, thanks.”

I got her a cup of coffee and we went to the living room and sat
down. I sat on the couch, she sat in my easy chair. It was a warm, late
Spring day and she had on a pair of shorts and a halter top which did little
to conceal the tight curves of her cute little body. Cindy is 40, but you’d
never know it. She has the body of a 20 year old and she knows how to show it
off. It used to bug Lana (my wife) sometimes when she’d come over in one of
her special outfits, but Lana didn’t have anything to worry about in the looks
department herself, so it was never a real problem. Cindy has dark brown hair
and brown eyes, stands about 5-5 and weighs about 115 lbs. Like I said, she
has tight curves.

She seemed nervous as she opened the conversation.

“I suppose you’re wondering why I came over this morning.”

“Well, yes, I guess you could say that.”

“I need your help with a problem.”

“Oh?” I was thinking to myself that she should be having this
conversation with her husband Bob, but she anticipated that.

“Bob can’t help me with this problem. In fact, he’s the problem,
or at least part of it.”

“Sounds to me like you need a marriage counsellor.”

“Bob would never go. And besides, we can’t afford it right now.”

“So, how do you think I can help?”

“Well, ” she paused, seemingly to work herself up to the point of
making some startling statement, “I want you to help Bob perform better
sexually.”

The temperature in the room seemed to rise about ten degrees. It
was so quiet that the fly buzzing in the window across the room seemed very
loud. I looked at Cindy, but she was looking at her hands which were folded
at her knees.

“In what way?”

“Bob doesn’t believe a man should perform oral sex on a woman,
though he doesn’t mind asking me to perform it on him.”

“You’re kidding.” I’d heard of guys like that, but I never would
have suspected that Bob was one of them. Bob and I had always gotten along
well, though I wouldn’t say that our relationship had been as close as Cindy
and Lana’s had been.

To buy some time, I went to get more coffee. I was feeling a
little light headed. What a bombshell. Bob wouldn’t give her head. I
supposed that she just wanted me to talk to him about it, try to convince him
of the error of his ways.

I returned to my seat on the couch and flinched inwardly as Cindy
moved to join me. She pulled her long, shapely legs up under her and twisted
to face me.

“Does he satisfy you in other ways?”

“Sort of. He does o.k. in the stamina department and I have
orgasms most of the time. But it’s very frustrating to hear about other women
whose husbands and boyfriends give head when mine won’t. We argue about it
more and more now. We haven’t had sex for about a month.”

“Why come to me about this? Bob must have closer friends.”

“Jim, Lana was my best friend. We shared everything with each
other. She knew about Bob’s reluctance and she wanted to tell you about it,
but I wouldn’t let her. She also told me what a wonderful lover you were and
how she had multiple climaxes every time you two got it on. She especially
used to tell me how much she enjoyed it when you gave her head. Did you
really do it for an hour at a time … until she begged you to stop because
she couldn’t stand any more?”

“I didn’t put a stopwatch to it Cindy,” I chuckled, a little
embarrassed at Cindy’s knowledge of what I had thought to be private matters,
“but I know she liked that, and I used to really enjoy giving her pleasure in
that way. Damn, I miss that woman.”

I looked down at the carpet and thought about all the great times
Lana and I had enjoyed in the sack. We both liked to fuck and we did it as
often as possible. I knew of some marriages where after the kids came along,
the wife would lose interest in sex. Not Lana. In fact, the day she was
killed, she was on her way home to meet me for a little “afternoon delight.”
Unfortunately, a drunk driver put an end to my beautiful wife and our
wonderful marriage. Still, whenever I thought of Lana and the good times we
had, my prick would spring to life and I would get a powerful urge to go and
jack off just to relieve the pressure. Usually, I resisted.

I was startled from my reverie when Cindy moved to me and put her
arms around my neck, pulling my head to her chest.

“I miss her too, Jim. Can you help me?”

I looked up into those huge eyes of hers and whispered yes. I
still can’t explain or excuse what happened next, but suddenly our lips met,
my arms went around her, and we were kissing. Not the way friends kiss, but
like lovers. Soon our tongues got into the act and we each began a slow,
passionate exploration of the other’s mouth.

Almost on cue, we both broke the kiss.

“I need you to do more than talk to Bob,” Cindy whispered
breathlessly. “I’m as hot blooded as Lana was, Jim. A month without any sex
has me just about headed for the loony bin. Please Jim, go down on me.”

By this time, my cock was about ready to rip through the fabric of
the shorts I was wearing and my balls had taken over my brain. Not having had
sex for a year, I nearly ripped her clothes off right there and fucked her
brains out. I did have the self-discipline remaining to escort her to my
bedroom, however, and we were soon naked on my large, lonely, king size
waterbed, where we resumed kissing and each began a gentle anatomy survey.

“What a cock you have, Jim. It’s even bigger than Bob’s.”

“I thought it was my tongue you were after, not my cock.”

“I’m hoping to get some of each.”

“All in good time, Cindy, all in good time. First, let’s have a
look at you,” I smiled as I pulled away from her to examine her nude form.
She smiled back and seemed to enjoy my visual inspection as she moved this way
and that to show her body to its best advantage. I just loved the way her
tits rode high on her chest, refusing to flatten out even though she was
laying on her back. Her nipples were large and hard, sticking straight up
from the base of her comparatively small and very dark areolas. Her narrow
waist and flat tummy lead down to a set of perfectly shaped hips and long,
handsomely formed legs. I did see one small problem however. “I think that I
can see one reason why Bob is a little reluctant to go down on you,” I said
pointing to the thick, heavy thatch of pubic hair at the junction of Cindy’s
thighs, “One of the secrets of good oral sex, in my humble opinion, is a trim
pubic patch, or better yet, no pubic patch at all. Don’t go away, I’ll be
right back.”

I quickly dashed into the master bath and returned with my
barbering tools, remembering activities which had become almost a ritual for
Lana and me.

“Didn’t Lana tell you that I used to keep her nice and neat down
there?” I asked as I arranged everything to my satisfaction.

“Yes she did, but I never really believed her. Are you planning
to shave off all of my pussy hair?”

“No. Just the hair that gets in the way of good oral sex.
Actually, it’s not that much more than many women do in order to wear those
string bikinis.”

She was very cooperative as I arranged a towel under her ass and
used a scissors to clip away her thick, dark bush until only a short stubble
remained on the area I intended to shave. The other area, at the very top of
her pubic mound, I trimmed only slightly for the sake of neatness. Then,
after using a warm, wet washcloth to moisten the area to be shaved, I applied
a thick coating of a special shaving jell for sensitive skin and went to work
with my razor. When I was finished, she had a tiny patch of pubic hair left
on the top of her mound, but the rest was as bare and smooth as a baby’s butt.
I placed a mirror in front of her pussy and let her have a look at my
handiwork. I also got rid of the towel and my tools while she conducted her
inspection.

“Wow,” she exclaimed, “This is the first time I’ve ever really
taken a look at myself down there.” She worked the folds of her pussy open
with her fingers to examine herself more closely. Her inner lips were swollen
with excitement and protruded beyond the thick outer lips. I began to massage
the area with a special, soothing, oil. Cindy laid back on the bed and moved
her hands out of my way, giving me complete access. Finishing the massage
with some gentle strokes to both sets of pussy lips, I removed the towel and
shaving paraphanalia and got ready for the job at hand, or should I say mouth.

I spread her legs as far as they would go, pushing her knees back
a little, and placed myself between them. She had a beautiful cunt, and she
was hot for a good fucking. Leaning forward, I planted a light kiss right at
the top of her pubic mound, then, moving down, I bypassed the seat of her
pleasure and began to lightly kiss and lick the insides of her thighs,
switching from one side to the other, bathing my senses in the silken feel of
her skin, the taste of her light perfume, the odor of sexual excitement
pouring from her frothy cunt.

Placing my hands under her ass, I gently lifted her bottom off the
bed and began to kiss those firm globes, occasionally nipping them lightly
with my teeth. She was trembling with excitement and, I believe, a little
frustration. She wanted my mouth on her box. I wanted her to wait for it so
as to enjoy it more later and so I continued to tease her.

“C’mon, Jim,” she moaned, “don’t tease me like that.”

“Like what?”

“You know what I want … please.”

“Tell me what you want. Be specific. I want to hear you say it.”

She was breathing hard and her hips were undulating slightly as
she sought to press her pussy into my face. She did not want to say the
words, but I was determined to make her say them. I continued to kiss and nip
the area all around her now superheated sex flesh with out contacting it
directly.

“Lick me,” she moaned. I licked the inside of her thigh.

“Nooooo … lick my …. lick … lick my …”

“Lick your what Cindy?”

“Lick my … pussy,” she gasped.

I immediately moved my mouth over her gash, which was now leaking
a steady trickle of thick feminine lubricant which crawled slowly down her ass
crack from the base of her pussy, leaving a shiny trail across her tightly
puckered back door. The strong, musky flavor of her sex was like a narcotic
for me, and one which I had gone too long without. I began to slowly, but
very firmly, massage her major labia with my tongue, working first one side
and then the other. Cindy liked this very much, which she indicated by
pushing her hips up off the bed to increase the pressure. I continued the
tongue massage for a few minutes and then switched tactics, taking as much of
one of her thick outer pussy lips into my mouth as possible and then sucking
on it. The thick flesh, so recently devoid of pubic hair, was newly
responsive, and taking it between my lips also caused me to come into contact
with the super sensitive inner surface of her major labial folds with my lips
and tongue which I worked vigorously back and forth as I sucked.

Cindy began to make an almost pitiful mewling sound from deep in
the back of her throat. I thought she was going to come right there and I
hadn’t even gotten to her clit yet. The scene reminded me so much of the many
times I had done this to Lana that I almost began to weep.

Cindy’s eyes were shut tight and she had grabbed two handfuls of
bedspread. Her hips were in almost constant motion now, making it a real
challenge for me to stay with her. Her breathing was ragged between clenched
teeth as her first orally induced orgasm approached.

I was still working her outer lips one at a time, sucking them
into my mouth, pulling them away from her crotch, causing her to lift her hips
off the bed to stay with me, working them with my tongue. Meanwhile, I was
also using the index finger of my right hand to very gently caress the outer
edges of her inner labia, very carefully avoiding her clit. Her own juices
and my saliva had combined to make a real swamp out of her pussy. A small
puddle was forming on the bed beneath her ass. I was wallowing in the taste
and smell of feminine flesh, and her moans became a symphony of sexual
thirst.

She was squealing her pleasure now, her head moving from side to
side on the pillow. In between squeals she was mumbling about how good it
felt and how close she was to coming.

Replacing my finger action with my tongue, I switched tactics and
began to run my tongue quickly and lightly all around her inner pussy lips,
brushing her clitoral ridge, without touching the hypersensitive tip, on each
pass. Occasionally, I would use the flat of my tongue to lick the slick flesh
between those inner lips and the thicker outer lips, using my fingers to
expose the area I was attacking with my mouth. She began to come, her whole
body tensing into something like the rictus of death, then relaxing, then
tensing again as wave after wave of pleasure overtook her. As soon as I felt
her start to come, I immediately began to flick the head of her very erect,
very large clitoris with quick strokes of the tip of my tongue. Cindy
screamed as her pleasure sensors overloaded. I was glad the windows were
closed or else the whole neighborhood would have been able to hear her.

My experience as a pussy licker told me when to back off a little
and let her come down, still maintaining contact with my tongue and lips, but
avoiding direct contact with her clit for the moment, noting that it had
retracted back into its folds of skin, though the flesh was still firm and
erect underneath its protective covering. Her body was still undulating,
though not with the force of a few moments ago. Her hands were caressing my
head, her fingers running through my hair. She apparently thought I was done.

Boy was she ever wrong.

I looked up at her and discovered that she was looking down
at me from between her high, proud, breasts, a dreamy smile of sexual
satisfaction on her face.

“Wow, Jim. That was the most incredible thing I’ve ever
experienced.”

“Well, I’m a little out of practice, but thank you anyway. Now
lay back and relax. I’m not done eating yet.”

“Not done? I must have come six times already. You mean there’s
more?”

“Lana wasn’t kidding when she told you these sessions lasted a
long time. I am a man who really enjoys going down on a woman, particularly a
woman who tastes as good as you.”

Without waiting for a response, I began once again to massage her
outer pussy lips with my mouth, but this time, I added something new. Using
the index and middle fingers of my right hand, I probed the depths of her
vagina, pressing upward, searching for what I knew would be there, and
finally finding it; the little knot of flesh buried beneath her vaginal roof,
better known as the Grafenburg Spot. I was sure that she had never been given
a g-spot orgasm before, and I meant to show her what that experience was like.
I was also hoping that she shared a trait with my late wife, who had been a
prolific female ejaculator. (NOTE: I am not trying to restart the female
ejaculation thread, at least not in this group. If you want to argue about it,
e-mail me instead.)

Finding her g-spot, I began palpating it with my fingertips,
pressing firmly into the hard knot of flesh. Meanwhile, I was using my tongue
to firmly, yet gently, caress the area along either side of her clitoral
ridge, thus stimulating her in two powerful ways at once.

“Oh, Jim … that’s good. What are you doing … I’ve never felt
anything like this … Oh yeah …. finger fuck me … lick my clit … make
me come …” Cindy began moaning and mumbling snatches of words and phrases
like these as I once again pushed her up the ladder towards orgasm.

Continuing the finger action inside, I began to lick as much of
her pussy as I could reach outside, pausing to spend a little time at her clit
and a little time probing the opening of her little piss hole right at the top
of her vaginal opening. Within moments, it seemed, though it must have been
about four minutes or so, she was at the edge of a mind shattering g-spot
orgasm. I suddenly felt the inside of her pussy clamp down hard on my fingers
just as her piss hole began to push itself inside out, opening wide and
spurting a jet of womanly fluid into my waiting mouth. I clamped my mouth
over the opening and continued to work her g-spot, milking her of her come,
not a drop of which escaped me. Spurt after spurt of the thick, opaque fluid
streamed past my lips. This was a taste I had missed, and once again I nearly
wept at the memories it brought back. I drank greedily, like a hungry newborn
at its mother’s breast. Working her pussy until I had drained her dry, I
slowly removed my fingers from her still weakly clenching vagina and licked
off the thick coating of her lubricant which had accumulated on them. Giving
her pussy a last, lingering, sucking, kiss, I moved from between her legs to
lay beside her panting form on the bed. I placed my hand over her pubic mound
and gently massaged the entire area.

“I take it that you have never had your g-spot probed?”

Still catching her breath, she managed both a smile and a
comment,” You can say that again. Jim, I’ve read about the g-spot, but
reading and experiencing are two different things. For just a moment I
thought I was pissing into your mouth, but I was too far gone to care. I
didn’t piss on you, did I?”

I laughed. “No, you didn’t piss on me. You came. You
ejaculated, to use the clinical term. Not every woman can do that. Lana
could, and I didn’t know if you could or not. You can have a g-spot orgasm
without shooting your come, but I was hoping you would be a shooter. I just
can’t get enough of that stuff.”

She rolled onto her side facing me and began to lick the excess
pussy juices from my face, finishing with a long, deep kiss.

“Now it’s your turn,” she said, smiling mischievously.

PART 2

“You don’t have to do this you know,” I said, not wanting to make
her feel like I had gone down on her with quid pro quo in mind. “I’d be
perfectly happy just to fuck that beautiful pussy of yours.”

But she was already arranging herself on the bed, positioning her
head over my crotch, her eyes taking in the size of my throbbing erection.
She turned her head to look up at me and she smiled.

“I want to. I never said I didn’t enjoy giving Bob head, I just
said I wanted him to give me some too. You’re not forcing me to do anything,
and believe me, if I didn’t want to, nothing could make me suck this monster
of yours,” she laughed.

Turning back to my cock, she planted a warm, wet, kiss right on
the head, letting her tongue run around the smooth surface and collecting the
shiny dab of pre-come which had collected at the tip. She let the head of my
cock slide between her lips and worked her tongue into the pisshole. She
grasped and stroked my shaft with one hand while her other softly caressed my
balls.

Lifting her mouth off my cockhead for a moment, she adjusted her
position so that she was kneeling between my legs. Then, grasping the base of
my cock just below my balls firmly in her right hand, she pointed the shaft
straight up at her mouth and began one of the most fantastic blowjobs I have
ever received.

I groaned as I felt her warm, wet, mouth slide back over the head
of my cock. She stopped there for a moment, scrubbing the smooth surface with
her tongue, allowing saliva to accumulate until it was escaping her lips and
running down the length of my shaft. Using her spit as a lubricant, she began
to take more and more of my cock in her mouth, working it in with short but
slow strokes.

I watched in fascination as more and more of my manhood
disappeared. Soon, I felt the head of my ten inch dick touch the soft flesh
at the back of her mouth and I saw her change the angle of her head and neck
slightly. I guessed what was coming next, but it still didn’t prepare me for
the sensation I was about to experience for the first time. Lana had never
taken my entire shaft in her mouth. She just hadn’t been able to do it, no
matter how she tried. I hadn’t minded, of course, because the other things we
did to each other were so pleasurable. Still, I had always wondered how it
would feel to have a woman swallow my cock to the root. I was swiftly finding
out.

She didn’t pause once she began the final descent over my cock. I
felt the head of my shaft pass the back of her mouth and slide, seemingly
without effort, into her throat. I could just make out the outline of my cock
as its head entered her neck. Soon, her face was pressed against my pubic
bone and she held it there, her tongue, lips, and throat muscles working
together to cause shockwaves of pleasure to race through my nervous system.

Needing to come up for air, she slowly slid back up the shaft
until the head popped out of her mouth, a thick string of saliva connecting it
to her glistening lips. She looked up at me with a shit-eating grin on her
face; “Did you like that?”

Not waiting for any reply, she confidently returned the head of my
cock to her mouth swallowed my entire length in one, long, smooth, stroke.
She was in no hurry about it, her strokes were each exactly alike. Long
smooth descent, pause at the bottom while her throat muscles worked the head
and shaft of my cock, long, slow ride back to the top until only the head of
my throbbing member remained in her hot oral cavity. I don’t know how I stood
it for as long as I did, but it seemed that the pleasure went on for some time
before I felt the pressure in my balls building up to the exploding point.
She sensed this too, because she suddenly pulled her mouth off my cock and sat
up on the bed, her hands still holding and stroking my shaft, shiny with her
spit.

“I want you to come in my throat and in my mouth, Jim. I want you
to fuck my face.”

Once again she did not wait for my response, but quickly moved to
the edge of the bed and sat up, her feet dangling over the side. It took a
moment for the import of her actions to get through the lust fogging my brain,
but eventually I figured it out and got off the bed, moving to stand with my
cock suspended like a thick, fleshy sword in front her face. She grasped my
shaft with both hands and pulled it to her mouth, which opened wide to
accommodate the massive head of my cock. She was leaning forward slightly,
thus creating a straight tube out of her mouth and throat. Cindy reached her
arms around my hips and pulled me in all the way without hesitation; my balls
resting lightly against her chin as I penetrated her to the base of my cock.
Her face was buried in my crotch and she pressed her lips hard against my
pubic bone, her throat and tongue working me over all the while. She moved
her head from side to side like a dog playing with a slipper and wet, sloppy
sounds were coming from the junction of our bodies.

I didn’t know how she was able to stay down so long without coming
up for air. It seemed like an eternity before she began to pull back,
revealing the shiny, spit coated shaft of my cock as it emerged little by
little from her oral cavity. She grasped it by the base as she removed it
completely, once again remaining connected by a thick strand of saliva. She
looked up at me with a smile, once more.

“Now, Jim. When I take you in this time, you are to stroke your
cock in and out of my throat just like you would if you were fucking my pussy.
I’m going to be playing with my clit and if I’m lucky, we’ll both come. Bob
and I do this all the time and I usually reach orgasm right about the time he
shoots his load. Don’t worry about how I’m doing, just concentrate on your
own feelings, o.k.?”

Without waiting for a response from me, she pulled my now nearly
aching member back into her waiting, willing, mouth and swallowed it once
more. True to her word, I noted that one of her hands had buried itself in
her crotch, her fingers working her pussy in time to the gentle stroking I was
giving her mouth.

I took her head in my hands and started a slow, in and out fucking
motion, not wanting to start to fast, enjoying the sensation of having my
entire 10 inches engulfed on each pass in and out of her sexy mouth. Pretty
soon, though, my lust took over and I began to stroke faster, which caused her
to speed up her clit stroking as well. Now she was groaning, as was I, and
her groans caused vibrations to move up and down my cock, adding to my
pleasure. Saliva was running from both corners of her mouth and dripping down
onto her tits, leaving a shiny trail between them.

I felt my balls start to tighten and I knew that my orgasm was
close at hand. It had been a month or more since I had jerked off last, so I
knew that this was going to be a real blast when it came. She sensed my
closeness to climax as well and she provided one final trick to bring me over
the edge. Using the ample lubricant provided by the saliva leaking from her
tightly stretched lips, she thoroughly coated the index finger of her right
hand and proceeded to push that finger past the portal of my anal sphincter,
gradually working it deep inside my rectum until she found what she was
seeking.

My pleasure had increased as I felt her slide that wet finger into
my ass, but I stayed in control until she found the pleasure button buried
deep inside that forbidden passage. At the first pressure of her finger on my
prostate, I slammed my cock deep into her throat and began to come; great
spurts of hot, thick sperm gushing down her throat. I could see her throat
muscles working to swallow the load. I pulled back to give her a taste as her
mouth continued to work me over. She was coming too, her left hand a blur as
she stroked her clit. She had pulled her finger from my ass and was using her
right hand to stroke more sperm from my cock as her mouth continued to receive
blast after blast of my frothy produce. As our orgasms began to subside, I
slid my still erect cock into her throat one last time, letting her swallowing
action milk the last drops of semen from my rapidly emptying balls.

“That was incredible, Cindy,” was all I could manage as my now
softening cock plopped from her mouth. I flopped back on the bed, temporarily
spent by my powerful climax. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she said as she licked a few stray drops of come
from her lips and crawled up to join me on the bed. “Still want to fuck me,
or did I wear you out?”

I recognized the playful, teasing tone in her voice and responded
in kind.

“Just give me a minute and I’ll give you all the pussy pounding
you can stand. Remember, you’re talking to a guy who cock hasn’t seen the
inside of a pussy for over a year.”

Part III

I got up from the bed and went to the kitchen to get us each
something to drink. As I was getting a couple of cold ones from the fridge I
reflected on what had just transpired. Reflected in some disbelief. I had
just exchanged oral orgasms with the wife of a friend. Not a good friend, but
a friend none the less. Guilt? I was feeling some.

The next moment I was feeling something else. A warm, definitely
female, body pressed against my back and two arms reaching around my front to
take possession of my cock and balls with gentle hands. My cock was almost
instantly erect. Rational thought quickly fled as Cindy’s nimble fingers
swiftly stroked my 10 incher to its throbbing fullness.

“I got lonely and thought I’d see what you were up to,” Cindy
giggled, continuing to caress my cock and balls.

“Mmmm, I’m glad. I like what you’re doing, but I’ve got a better
idea,” I replied, setting the soda cans on the counter and momentarily
disengaging myself from her pleasurable embrace.

I turned to face her, planting a long kiss on her upturned mouth.
“Let’s do it right here, right now,” I said breaking the kiss. She responded
by moving to the counter and leaning over it, presenting me with a great view
of her ass and the pouting pussy my cock was so eager to enter.

And, applying a little spit to the head of my sex sword, I notched
it between those slick, newly shaven pussy lips and inserted the whole thing
in one long stroke. Cindy groaned with pleasure as she felt the last inch
push home. She ground her hips against my belly in a slow, sensuous circle.
Man… that pussy felt great as she gripped my cock, using her interior
vaginal muscles to work my more sensitive surfaces. Having gone without for
so long, you might expect that I came close to shooting right on the spot.
Amazingly enough, though it felt great, I knew that I was going to last a long
time, probably thanks to the terrific blow job I’d just enjoyed. I settled
down to a nice, easy stroke and prepared to go the distance. Cindy had other
ideas.

“C’mon Jim, fuck me harder. My pussy’s like a firecracker and its
gonna blow any second!”

Grabbing her hips, I increased my pace and began slamming my cock
to the depths of her soaking wet cunt as hard as I could. She helped, pushing
back as hard as she could as I stroked to her depths. We were both breathing
in grunts and squishing, slapping noises filled the kitchen. I lubbed her
asshole with some butter from the kitchen counter and started finger fucking
her back door, eventually working two fingers all the way to the last knuckle.
With my fingers buried in her ass, I could feel my cock sliding in and out of
her tight, hot, pussy. It felt good to stroke myself while I was stuffed in
her to the balls. She was loving every minute of it. She had one hand
between her legs stroking her clit for all she was worth, occasionally
reaching back to stroke my slick, wet, cock as I continued to plumb her
depths. We were blind to everything around us, concentrated on our individual
and combined pleasure, fucking for all we were worth. Cindy was coming
continuously, her contractions squeezing my cock and fingers like twin vices.

Wanting to slow the action a little and make it last, and for other
reasons which will shortly become apparent, I gradually reduced the length and
speed of my stroking both fore and aft until I was only moving slightly, grinding
against Cindy’s beautiful ass, my cock and fingers buried as deep in her two tunnels
as possible.

“Oh, god, Jim, that’s wonderful. I’ve never felt so full. You’re
the first person to ever put anything in my ass. I never let Bob even touch
me back there. You had me so hot I didn’t even notice until you had two fingers
inside.”

“You liked it then?”

“Liked it! I loved it!”

“I think you’d like my cock back there,” I said, massaging her rectal
walls with my fingers.

“Ooooo, Jim. I don’t know. Your cock is bigger than your fingers.
Won’t it hurt?” She turned her head and gave me a look filled with the com-
bination of aprehension and lust.

“Not anymore than my fingers did. Not very much at all if we do it
right. Once we really get going, you’ll love it. I promise. And if you don’t
or if for any reason you want to stop, we’ll stop. I can tell you this, though,
Lana loved it in the ass almost as much as she loved getting eaten.”

“O.k., Jim. I’m game.”

Very slowly, as a sort of tease, I pulled my glistening cock from the
clasping confines of her pussy, and then did the same with my fingers. Cindy
groaned as she was relieved of my rigid intruders.

“I feel so empty,” she moaned as I turned her and pulled her to me
for a kiss.

“Don’t worry, we’ll have you filled to the rim in no time,” I responded,
covering her mouth with mine, our tongues soon battling and exploring.

Breaking the embrace, I took her hand and we walked to the bathroom.

“What are we going to do here?”

“Just as oral sex takes physical preparation, so does anal. For
starters, we’re going to give you an enema.”

“WHAT?” Cindy expressed surprise, but at the same time she was having
trouble supressing a giggle.

I showed her my fingers, still partially covered with butter, and
another foreign substance.

“Oh, yeah. I suppose it would be a good idea to be clean back there
before you go putting in your cock.” She was still fighting the urge to snicker.

“What’s so funny?”

“Oh, nothing really, except that my mother used to make us all take
enemas when we were little, and the memory just struck me funny, that’s all.”

I quickly made preparations, getting out the enema bag and filling it
with warm, soapy water and hanging it from the shower curtain rod. I positioned
Cindy on her knees with her torso draped over the edge of the tub, a towel underneath
her chest to minimize the effects of the cold porcelin.

Carefully spreading the cheeks of her delightful ass, I used a wash cloth
to wipe away the remains of the butter I had used earlier. “Wow,” I thought,
“I really must have gotten carried away to use butter as an anal lube — not a
good idea — but, I’ll have it cleaned out in a jiffy.”

Satisfied that the butter had been removed from her outsides, I turned
my attention to cleaning Cindy’s insides. Applying a liberal amount of KY to the
outside and inside of her anal ring, I did the same to the enema nozzle and began
to slowly, gently, insert it.

“Hmmmm, that feels nice, Jim.”

When the nozzle was fully inserted, I began to release the contents of
the enema bag into her rectum, being careful not allow the flow to become too fast
giving her rear cavity time to adjust.

Judging by the small moans and sighs coming from Cindy, the warm water
was flowing just right.

Soon, I had given her all the water/soap mixture I was going to. I
pulled the nozzle from her now clenched rectal ring and instructed her to lie down
on her back on the softly carpeted bathroom floor, being careful not to release
the contents of her bowel before I gave her permission.

When she was in position, I gently spread her legs and began to feast
on her pussy once more, cleaning up the excess of juices produced by our previous
encounter in the kitchen and bringing her to a small orgasm in the process.

After a few minutes, I stopped my oral ministrations and had her sit on
the toilet and let the enema finish its cleansing work. She seemed slightly em-
barassed to have me be present as she emptied herself into the toilet bowl, her
fluttering sphincter making a rather rude noise.

We both laughed, and when she was done, I started the shower. We
got in and quickly cleaned one another off, me paying particular attention to
her backside, while Cindy soaped my cock to a tingling state of rigidity.

Before long, we were towled dry and embracing on the bed once more.

“Are you ready, Cindy?”

“I guess so, Jim. Just go easy, o.k.?”

“I’m not going to hurt you Cindy. Trust me.”

Kissing her passionately for a moment, I proceeded to the task at
hand.

“Lay on your stomach, Cindy,” I said as I positioned a pillow under her
abdomen, “and spread your legs a little. There, that’s it.”

I paused a moment to admire the view of Cindy with her beautiful ass in
the air, her hairless pussy lips puffy and already showing the dew of her arousal.
I was tempted to just fuck her in the cunt, being momentarily afraid of what I
would do if she didn’t like anal sex. This wasn’t Lana, no matter how much our
sexual encounter reminded me of my late wife and lover. This was Cindy. But
the sight of her squeaky clean asshole nestled between a pair of the loveliest
cheeks this side of Nina Hartley decided things for me. I had to have that ass,
no matter the risks involved. And there were risks. For one thing, I didn’t have
any condoms. As things turned out, nothing bad resulted, but could have.

I began to plant little kisses on each of those lovely globes spread
out before me, working my way toward the groove which bifurcated them. My tongue
emerged from between my lips and spread warmth and wetness as it traveled up and
down the groove of her ass, finally stopping at the entrance to her rear chamber.

Cindy moaned as she felt my tongue press against her anus. The enema and
our earlier sex play had really relaxed her back there and I was easily able to
slip my tongue past the muscular barrier, thrusting it slowly in and out just as
I planned to do with my cock in just a moment.

While my tongue was working her back door, my fingers were gently stroking
the lips of her sex, occasionally straying to pay some attention to her clitoris.
Her hips thrust back at me, forcing my tongue deeper into her ass, gathering more
of her musky taste and smell in which my senses longed to wallow.

I withdrew my tongue and fingers from her nether regions as I reached
for the bottle of special lubricant a pharmacist friend of mine concocted. Squeezing
a generous ammount on my fingers, I began to work it into and around Cindy’s
virgin asshole, massaging, relaxing, preparing the tight ring of muscle tissue
for the assault it was about to experience. Two more applications and I felt she
was as lubricated as it was possible to make her.

As a final touch, I knee-walked up the bed to where her head was.

“Cindy. Look at my cock,” I said as I began to cover it with a
thick coat of the slippery gel. “Watch me make it ready for you. Does it make
you hot to know that in just a moment I’m going to be fucking you in the ass with
my cock?”

“Mmmmmm, it really makes me hot. I want your cock in my ass. I want
you to take my ass cherry.”

Applying more gel, I stroked my hand up and down the length of my now
massive hardon, letting her see the thick coating of lubricant which would enable
this large tube of flesh to invade her most private region with a minimum of dis-
comfort, and we hoped, a lot of pleasure.

“Spread your ass cheeks for me Cindy. Open yourself for my cock,” I
said as I resumed my position between her spread legs.

“Yessss, Jim. Here it is. Here’s my ass. I want your cock in there.”

She had her fingers right next to her asshole and she was literally holding
it open for me. I centered the tip of my cock at the opening and began to push.
Gently, ever so slowly, I slid the head of my cock through the sphinctoral plane.

There was almost no resistance, so thoroughly had I prepared the both of
us. Relaxation and lubrication. That combination is, IMHO, the key to good anal
sex. Inch by inch, with steady but slow movement, my shaft slid into the depths of her
ass. Cindy had stopped breathing when my cockhead had fully penetrated her outer
defenses. She didn’t start again until she felt my shaft fully seat itself within
her, my pubic hair pressing her ass cheeks, my balls resting on the swollen lips
of her achingly empty cunt.

“Ooooohhhhhh….mmmmyyyyyy…..gawwwwwddd. Your cock feels like it’s going
to pop out of my mouth any second. I’m sooooo full.”

“Are you in pain?”

“No. No pain. Just soooo full. Don’t move yet. Let me get used to
it.”
That, of course, was my plan all along. Full introduction followed by
a brief intermission before the real fun started.

Her ass was tight, and I could feel her conducting little experiments
with her internal muscles, massaging the length of my cock, testing her own feelings.
When I felt her hips begin to rock a little beneath me, I knew she was ready for
more.

Using the same deliberation I had shown while pushing in, I slowly
began to remove the glistening instrument of Cindy’s pleasure until only the
head remained inside. Not quite as slowly, I pushed it all the way back inside.

“Yessss,” Cindy hissed, “that’s good. Sooo goood. Just go slow like
that for a while. God, you’re so big. I can’t believe it goes inside my ass
so easily.”

I continued my slow strokes, resting my weight on my arms and knees,
pressing her abdomen hard into the pillow as I bottomed out each time. If it
felt good to her, it felt INCREDIBLE to me. Hot, tight, slick, her asshole
sucked my cock almost like her mouth and throat had earlier. And why shouldn’t
it — after all, it was just the other end of the same system, wasn’t it?

I was relaxed, enjoying the leisurly pace, knowing that I wouldn’t feel
the need to dump my sperm in Cindy’s ass for a while. I just let the pleasure
wash over me for a time, maintaining the slow rythmn of my cock in Cindy’s ass.

It was Cindy who decided to pick up the pace. She shoved her hand
between her body and the pillow and began to frig her clit and pussy lips, at
the same time grinding her ass into me as I stroked down into her.

Almost as if on cue … “Fuck me harder, Jim. I love it in my ass.
I never knew it could be like this. Oh, Lana, you were so right about so much.”
Cindy’s voice trailed off into sighs and moans as I began to move inside her
with a little more force.

When I decided to really turn up the pace, I pulled her to her knees,
indicating with my hands on her back that she was to keep her shoulders down, and
began to really start fucking her ass.

I grabbed her hips in my hands and began to slam our bodies together,
ramming the full length of my cock in and out on each stroke, sometimes even exposing
my coronal ridge on the outstroke. Each time this happened, Cindy gasped as her
ring was re-opened by my cock.

“Ohh, Jim. You’re gonna make me come…you’re gonna make me come in
my ass.”

Cindy’s fingers were working furiously on her pussy and the strength and
rythmn of her pulsing ass muscles clearly demonstrated to me that she was close.
So was I.

I was really reaming her now, our bodies making loud slapping noises
as we collided time after time. I was squating behind her, my knees outside her
hips, my hands still pulling her to me, getting maximum penetration on each stroke.
Cindy screamed as her orgasm hit her full force, her anal sphincter clenching
around my cock with almost painful force. Then the force was released for a
moment only to return, harder than ever. Clench. Release. Clench. Release.
The waves of her orgasm swept across her overloaded pleasure circuits like a storm
tide.

She wasn’t screaming anymore, but she was moaning — shaking her head from
side to side. Saliva dripped from the side of her wide open mouth, her eyes
clenched shut, her whole being focused on our connecting point.

My own climax fast approaching, I began to jackhammer my cock in her
ass with quick, deep strokes, feeling her ass muscle grip me with each spasm
in a grip every bit as tight as my own hand could provide.

With a shout of pleasure, I rammed into her once more, burying my
steaming stalk to the root in her rectum. A moment later, she was screaming as
she felt my hot man-juice begin to spray the deflowered walls of her back
channel.

After the first spurt, I began to stroke furiously in and out of the
clenching tunnel, my sap adding to the slipperyness already there, until the last
spasms had emptied my balls. I held it deep for a moment, but it had already
begun to soften. I pulled my cock out of her ass — she gripped me hard one more
time as the head reached the rim — and stretched out on the bed, pulling her
to me so that we lay like spoons.

So a month after our vacation at the Five Roses ranch, we
drove in separate cars to Catmandou, a live-entertainment club. I
was wearing four-inch heels and a red satiny oriental dress,
baring my back to just below the waist and slit to the thigh. I
found a table in a dimly lit corner. The place was decorated with
nostalgia gimmicks no one would want in their home but somehow
looked just right in the lounge. I gazed around the crowd and
listened to the three-piece band’s soft music.

Minutes later, Bill walked in, sat at the bar and ordered a
wine cooler. He acknowledged me with a smile, then turned away.
He glanced back now and then as several men eyed me, clearly with
sexual intentions.

When I wear heels, some men under 6 feet avoid making passes
at me because of my 5′8″ height. This was the problem this night
until a tall attractive man, his hair black as my own, noticed
Bill glancing toward me from the bar. Attired in a dark blue
blazer, white polo shirt, and white tropical slacks, he turned as
I smiled quietly at Bill, not the stranger; but the man lifted
his drink, sauntered over to my table, and grinned, “With
anyone?”

I responded, “I am now, I suppose,” smiling as I appraised
his blue eyes and lean physique. I aged him at 28. He was wearing
a white gold wedding ring like mine, but I pretended not to
notice, and so did he.

He squinted at me through the dimness and, with a look of
surprise, remarked, “I haven’t seen anyone with gray eyes in
years!”

I smiled, “An inherited trait.” I hear that a lot; there
aren’t many of us. When gray-eyed people see each other, they
silently smile in acknowledgement, just as I’ve been told a young
person with prematurely gray hair returns a smile to another.

He gave me his name, Phil, but his occupation gave me a
start; he was a new attorney with the law firm that set up Bill’s
corporation and was now advising Bill’s office manager, Steve,
who runs the business side of Bill’s engineering practice. We
engaged in small talk, complimenting the other until he finally
asked me to dance.

On the dance floor, he held me closely. Men from around the
room looked disappointed that they hadn’t asked me first. The
touch of his cheek brushing mine, as Bill watched, excited me. By
the middle of the second song, he was gently pressing his groin
against mine. I was fighting to control my gasps as I felt his
firmness growing beneath his slacks. My face burned at his openly
sexual gesture, but soon in excitation, I was brushing my mound
against his hardness. I could feel my nipples tingling against
the satin of my dress. He whispered, “Do you have plans tonight?”

“Don’t you have to go home?” I queried, my voice trembling
as I remembered his wedding ring.

“My wife’s a pharmaceutical sales rep,” he said softly.
“She’s in Chicago until Tuesday at her company’s headquarters
gathering.” He’d remembered my own ring and had no reason to lie.

I allowed him to press me closer. His skin radiated a heat
like my own. The female singer’s long, slow melody of adulterous
longing seemed dedicated to our entertwined bodies. When it
ended, I realized Bill and I hadn’t planned this very well. I
lied, “My husband’s at a convention. I have no plans, Phil.” We
bantered about a bit as I tried to think of what to do until
finally he came right out with it, “Can we spend the night at
your place?” His swollen cock was now massaging my clitoris.

I was breathing heavily, my eyes wild. My throat throbbed
fearfully, choked with increasing desire, as I breathed, “I’d
like to visit the ladies’ room.”

He nodded, saying, “I’ll meet you back here in a couple of
minutes.”

When he walked through the crowd to the cashier’s desk in
another room, I strode quickly to Bill, explaining the situation.
As usual, Bill was wonderful; he grinned, “Great. I’ll drive over
to the office and sleep on the couch. If I come home about five
a.m., will that be enough time?” I agreed, and Bill returned to
his drink as I waited at the door for Phil.

We drove in separate cars. The late evening streets were
still wet from a brief Florida thundershower. The Mercedes’
diesel engine throbbed like my chest. Although I’d slept with
other men, this would be my first true “date.” The multi-colored
lights of neon signs, street lamps, and a line of cars streaming
west to the suburbs cast long brilliant reflections on the wet
highway. I glanced back now and then at Phil’s red Fiero
following closely.

Stopping at a traffic light a block from the lounge, I
stared at a Cadillac’s bumper sticker ahead of me and smiled. The
bumper sticker read, “Lead Me Not Into Lust, For I Shall Find It
Myself.”

We emerged from separate cars into our garage. He murmured,
“My god, I just noticed the name on the mailbox! I know your
husband, by name anyway!”

I laughed. “I told you my name at the lounge. You didn’t ask
for my husband’s. Don’t be so up-tight, Phil!” Actually, I was
more tense than Phil, not from his association with the law firm
but from the desire that had grown with each mile I drove home.
Inside, Phil removed his coat, poured a drink from our bar and
searched out a diet soda from the refrigerator for me. He walked
upstairs to meet me in the bedroom.

I’d turned on the stereo and flicked on a table lamp,
bathing the room in a dim red glow that seemed to accentuate my
inner heat. I turned, my hands on my hips and legs spread wide on
the carpet as I faced him. He stared, his manhood bulging beneath
his slacks, and breathed, “God, you’re incredible!”

My breasts heaved as he set the drinks on the nightstand and
took me in his arms. He unzipped my dress, puddling it onto the
floor, then unbuttoned his shirt. I trembled, barely able to
stand as he grinded his hardness against my clitoris. I fell to
my knees and pulled away his slacks, his nine-inch instrument
bobbing against my lips as his fingers stroked my neck. I moaned
at his sensuous touch. I was mesmerized by the dark, purple-
veined cock that I was now stroking, my hand squeezing it back
and forth from its black mass of pubic hair to the broad, bulging
head. I oval-ed my lips over the rubbery head, sucking it slowly
as he groaned, “Oh god, Ellen, you’re terrific, oh god, oh
god…” My tongue slid along his length as his hips writhed,
pushing it beyond the back of my throat. The smoothness glided
through me until I was delerious with passion. I became one with
his cock and the throaty music drifting from the stereo. I flamed
with desire, my eyes wildly rolling up at him as I whimpered with
each stroke into the fullness of my quivering lips.

He leaned to cup my breasts, then kneeled behind me as his
strong hands kneaded the softness of my breasts.

I fell against his hands until my arms braced against the
floor. I shuddered as his warm cock brushed my flaming vagina
from the rear. I muttered, my voice quaking, “I’m on fire, Phil.
I’m yours!” My hips gyrated, tremoring as his lengthy hardness
entered my lubricated channel. My vaginal walls stretched with
each thrilling inch to accommodate him. And then he had sheathed
the tool to its hilt as my mouth opened widely, my eyes rolling
with the adulterous passion that gripped my searing soul. His
long shaft radiated, steaming in the hot coals of my cunt.

Wailing as he fucked me wildly, I swirled my hips to his
rhythm. I turned my head to watch as his hips bumped against my
buttocks, further inflaming my passion. Each entry throbbed
against my clitoris until, deep within, I could feel the
thunderous waters of an orgasmic flood rushing up to burst
through me. I began to cry, tears streaking down my cheeks. His
blue eyes glinted. He was biting his lip in excitation when I
felt his cock swelling. He was about to come with me. He groaned
passionately. Our eyes locked. As his cock expanded within me I
spread my legs further as if I could somehow allow my vagina to
hold even more. I was biting the softness of my lower lip as I
cried, “It’s super, Phil! Super! I LOVE it!” I reached behind to
touch his chest as his cock fucked into my hot, wet depths, which
were now a vortex of mega-lust that gripped the broad cock-head
sliding through my love tunnel.

He increased his tempo. The building orgasm was still
distant but now rushing up like a mad prehistoric beast screaming
for air from primeval depths of a misty cavern. The earth opened
before me. I was falling through a bottomless chasm of adulterous
pleasure with his every thrust, my mind enveloping an unknown
universe inhabited by only me and Phil. I shuddered. The beast
within was insane with pleasure. My whoring had now spanned eons,
all sense of time lost as I cried out frightfully. I was praying
for the oncoming super-orgasm but fearing I could no longer bear
the passionate explosion.

And then, OH GOD! It rolled over us like a landslide! My
mind and body exploded with staggering force! Gigantic stars
crashed as I screamed in ecstasy, feeling his warm sperm
splattering through my channel. The planet was quaking beneath me
as I sobbed in release from the bondage of this adulterous love.
Crying, I collapsed, tremoring beneath the white heat of his
body.

Later, in the afterglow, we drank wine, watching erotic
movies on our large-screen VCR from our bed until, finally, he
mounted me again, missionary position, fucking me slowly. I
screamed with a second, then third, then fourth orgasm, until he
came, shuddering atop me. Dazed, I muttered, “I love you,” and
meaning it at that moment of gratitude. When he replied, “That’s
nice,” because Phil couldn’t lie, I laughed and hit him softly
with my fist.

He left at three a.m. I dialed Bill’s office. When Bill was
in bed beside me a half hour later, I described Phil’s fucking me
just as I’m telling you here, until Bill’s manhood had risen and
was eagerly entering my vagina. At times like these, I almost
feel a control over him. I moaned, muttering my feelings of
passionately fucking Phil as Bill thrust into me. I could feel
his tool expand to awesome proportions, until finally, reliving
my adultery, I came again; Bill groaned, his sperm splattering
warmly into my vagina. We lay side by side facing each other as I
answered his questions about my feelings when fucking other men.
I admitted, “You lead me into these situations, but once I’m
united with another, I can think only of him and me. Sometimes I
forget I’m married.” When his eyebrows arched, I smiled, “But I
still love you.”

Exhausted, I fell asleep. When I awoke with the sunrise,
Bill was still looking down at me, grinning in approval.

A month later, my former career as a photographer’s model
would develop into into another kind of picture…