morning.

Although the law firm was one of the oldest and most prestigious in Memphis,

Tennessee it had several financial reverses during the last three years. Up

until the arrival of the 30 year old black attorney the mood of the personnel was

decidedly on edge.

The turn about had taken place as a result of Mr. Bettis being retained by the

black employees of the Greater Louisiana Oil Company. Several of the white

officers had made rather derogatory remarks about the “black porch monkeys” under

their tutelage. As a result the black employees were on the verge of the largest

out of court settlement in the history of the country. Leading the charge and

final settlement was Mr. Jerome Bettis; former black gang member of the BGE’s and

now a up and coming young attorney; who was also the savior of the old south

white law firm of Wright & Wright.

Although the white law firm was far more racist than the Greater Louisiana Oil

Company they understood business. It was now good business to hire as a full

partner the arrogant Mr. Bettis. The good Mr. Bettis and his new friends at

Wright and Wright were due to receive their one third share of one hundred fifty

million dollars. Even the old line Southern Partners were bowing and bestowing

on Mr. Bettis anything his little black heart desired.

Mr. Bettis walked into the law library of the firm and started shaking hands with

the twelve senior partners. The patriarch of the firm, Mr. Bougehard Wright

welcomed the black upstart with open arms. “Anything that this law firm can

provide to make your work easier is at your disposal…” came the smiling

dribble.

Mr. Bettis had completed his homework on the prestigious law firm weeks ago. The

Research staff was unequaled and the talents of the support staff were the best

of any law firm in the country.

“Let me cut through the bullshit Bougehard. I will make this firm an obscene

amount of money this next twelve months and I will demand perfection…..and

total obedience. First I need a top notch assistant….that will be Mrs. Anna

Belvoir.. That is satisfactory to you isn’t it Bougehard ?” he arrogantly asked.

The senior partner felt his face become red with anger. Anna Belvoir was the

most senior; most competent para legal the firm possessed and she was considered

the private property of the senior partner. Her long lean frame was topped by

beautiful long red hair which she usually wore in a severe bun. Although she

usually wore conservative suits most of the young studs in the law office noticed

the 36-26-36 sleek frame. Her 36C breasts were showing only the slightest of

droop; and were topped by rock hard pencil sized nipples that became hard at the

slightest measure of arousal.

Since her husband Jim, an overworked accountant seldom found the time, energy, or

…End of the part1. To be continued..

newsgroups — nothing he couldn’t have finished with three hours before.

“Yeah — well — there was something I needed to deal with.” He doesn’t even look

up, but continues scrolling through the latest figures. “Were we going anywhere

tonight?”

I can tell by the attitude that he has no intention of moving for a while yet.

Fine. Something needs to happen. So I make it happen. “Are we the last ones left

in here?”

“Yeah”

Right.

Shoes.

Shirt

Jeans

Bra — onto the keyboard in front of him (underwired). He finally looks

up, notices what state I’m in.

“Oh. Staying a while, are we?”

“What exactly did you have in mind?”

“That’s up to you, isn’t it? I mean, you’re the one with the ever-so-important

work.” It’s really hard to keep the voice to irony-level. “Got anything

interesting off the newsgroups?”

“Just the Tommy Lee and Pamela vids.” He leads me out to the reception area,

where a high-edged desk faces the glass front, protecting the occupant from

ill-timed glances. There, under cover of the desk, he fires up the PC and loads

those videos.

And watches. And watches. And watches. Hmmm — not funny any more. “So, do you

like what she’s doing to him?”

“Oh, it looks all right.”

“Would you like me to do that to you?” And I go down to my knees and undo his

jeans. His cock, half erect already, is trying to escape the boxer shorts, so the

least I can do is encourage it with my lips. And tongue. And I gently send the

tip of that same tongue all along the bottom of it, tracing the ridge from the

base past the coarse hairs to the tip, and start coaxing a response by licking

small tender licks around the head as it rears and presents itself for further

…End of the part1. To be continued..

But I did stop. I haven’t picked up a hitchhiker since I was in
college. I always figured that a cute girl standing by the side
of the road with her thumb in the breeze had to have a 250 pound
boyfriend in the bushes, ready to commandeer my car at
knifepoint.

I can see from a distance that you are cute, your long brown hair
whipping about your face in the wind. As I drive closer, I can
see your faded cutoffs, cut so short that the cheeks of your ass
are peeking out invitingly.

You are wearing a pale yellow t-shirt, the veteran of many
washings, faded to the color of tapioca. Your breasts,
unencumbered by a bra, poke proud erect nipples at all who pass
by. Even from a distance I can see the dark circles through the
thin shirt.

You are smiling.

I stop next to you and roll down the window.

“Where are you headed?”

“It doesn’t really matter. Can you take me?”

I swallow. “Sure. Hop in.” You slide into the passenger seat
and I am suddenly conscious of your smell; the smell of sun and
sweat on your buttery skin. I realize that you have slid closer
to me than is really necessary. I swallow again.

“What’s your name?”

“Lisa.” You don’t ask mine. Out of the corner of my eye I can
see your breasts jiggling slightly as we ride. You catch my
sidelong glance and smile slightly. I look away, embarrassed.

“You don’t usually pick people up, do you.” It is a statement,
not a question. I look back at you, more directly this time, and
see that you have turned ever so slightly towards me, and have
inched almost imperceptibly closer. I feel my mouth go slightly
dry. I cannot keep from looking at your breasts.

I begin to imagine…No! Things like this just don’t happen!
There is always a catch. I feel a light sweat on my upper lip.
I roll down the window. We ride for a moment in silence.

You cross your legs and you have moved slightly closer. Your
left hand is on the seat next to your thigh. With another
sidelong glance I can see that the top button on your cutoffs is
undone. Was it like that before? I realize that you are looking
intently at my face. Do you see what I am thinking?

If I move the slightest bit, I am sure my erection will burst
through my pants. So I sit very still and drive carefully and
slowly. Suddenly I realize I am going barely twenty miles per
hour. It seems as though we are barely moving; the fields to
each side of us creep by.

There is a wide spot ahead, next to a broad expanse of tall
grass.

“Could we stop for a bit?” you ask.

“If you like,” I reply, sure that you can hear my heart pounding.

We stop and you are out of the car, skipping through the tall
grass of the field laughing and turning around, your eyes
sparkling. Cautiously I follow you. You come back to me,
breathless, your sun-sweat smell nearly overpowering me.
Watching you in the grass I am nearly overcome with desire and I
and I can think of nothing but you.

You stand very close to me, looking up into my face. The impish
smile nearly disappears as you stand very close to me, searching
my face. I stroke your cheek with my palm and gently bend down
to kiss your soft, full lips. Suddenly your arms are around me,
your mouth wide open, tongue probing. Your body presses
insistently against me, your hands are moving up and down my
back, stroking my ass and the backs of my thighs. I am certain
my body is going to explode.

Suddenly you stop. You draw slightly away from me. Your cheeks
are slightly flushed, and you are breathing heavily through
parted lips. Your firm breasts strain against the flimsy t-
shirt, erect nipples challenging me. You cross your arms and
reach slowly for the bottom of your shirt and pull it over your
head.

Your breasts, now free in the warm sunshine, invite me. I catch
my breath, a half sob, really, as I gaze at you there. You come
to me again and take my head in both your hands, drawing my mouth
first to one breast, then the other. Greedily I run my tongue
over the nipples, feeling them harden at the touch. You pull my
head harder to you, as though you want me to devour you. I am
aware of the salty-sweet taste of your sweat. Your breast fills
…End of the part1. To be continued..

She was standing in the bathroom powdering and rubbing lotion
onto her legs. She had a dark towel wrapped around her body and
another around her head. The bathroom was warm and steamy from
the shower as she wiped the mirror to look at herself. Thoughts
about today’s presentation were running through her head. She
was excited about the topic, and felt good about the work it
represented. Lipstick, she thought, a little lipstick. The
shower door opened, and she turned to kiss her lover. “Open your
towel” he said, in a low voice. Her mind, somewhere else, came
skidding back to his words, “Huh?” She was a little confused.
“Open your towel” he said again, pantomiming what he wanted her
to do, holding his hands wide. She blushed and shook her head
no. “Yes” he said, simply, a command. She undid the towel,
embarrassed, her mind filled with thoughts of being too heavy and
being unattractive. “Wider” he said. And she complied, not
raising her eyes. He murmured something appreciative, but she
barely heard. One warm finger traced a line from nipple to just
below her navel. “Beautiful” was his last word as he walked past
her, out into the bedroom. She stood there, nude and shaking for
a moment as he shut the door. Only after he had gone, did she
realize he was naked, too, but she hadn’t even noticed.

–

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

“Oh, sir, I hadn’t expected to see you…you startled me.” she
lilted delicately in a surprisingly mature tone.

“I can see that.” smiled the older, silver-haired man whom she turned
to face. “I’d been told you were looking for me, so I decided to shorten your
trip. Would you prefer the lounge, or is my office more suited to the
matter?”

“The lounge would be alright, I suppose. It’s nothing of any real
urgency, but I thought you might like to hear this from me, first; it is my
assignment, after all.” she smiled in return.

“Cut! Okay, we’ve been here long enough for tonight, and that’s a
wrap for this scene. We’ll pick up at 9 am with the reshoot of scene 2 –
that footage doesn’t look as good as it could. Remember, everybody, plenty
of sleep and be ready for another full day of shooting tomorrow. We’re
doing good and we’re staying on schedule, let’s keep it up!” The director
stood as he said this and the crew began breaking up the equipment. The
actors gathered belongings, hoping to change in their trailors and have
enough time to beat the late traffic; the two on stage allowed their
characters to leave them, slowly.

“Amelia, you’re doing a wonderful job. It’s amazing to me that you’ve
never filmed before! Stage actors are rarely this poised when it comes to
making movies.”

“Yes, well, it’s new but it’s fun. I’ve been told I’m a natural,”
she replied with the nonchalance of someone who’s not sure she’s really been
paid a compliment, “but I think it’s just luck: good luck to have my founder-
ing ego boosted by some of the best actors in the business.”

Shedding his role like a lazy chameleon, Patrick resumed his natural
British accent; a reversal, of sorts, as she regained the oddly-inflected,
strangely neutral “American” accent of her own. “I think your ego is a
healthy one, no worries there.” he chuckled. “Would you like to go into town
and have dinner this evening? I’m absolutely cringing at the thought of
another repast in my cabin, and I’d enjoy the company.”

“Sleeping was my only other option tonight, someone borrowed my cards
and I can’t play solitaire without them, so, why not?” Her mischievous grin
was infectious, and the two of them laughed as they parted to their respective
trailors.

Escaping the gown was a monumental achievement, its stays and pins
being reminiscent of a straitjacket; Amelia was almost afronted at being
forced to hide her perfectly good, natural figure within its confines. Oh,
well, it was her chosen occupation and this was one of its hazards. She
smiled again, and blushed…Patrick Harrison, for all his status as an
*actor*, on stage and off, was proving a delightful new friend. He was still
the dashing, impeccably-attired, prematurely-greying hero whose exploits
shaped her life; he had, of course, grown into his grey a bit and he’d look
equally impeccable in a tuxedo or faded denims. Now, here she was, in what
was being touted as the hottest movie of the season in a year studded with
spectacular releases; the leading female role opposite the man she’d fallen
in love with when she was a little girl. A sci-fi flick, at that! The
ultra-futuristic sets made her marvel, even though they were just mock-ups.
Well, with all the praise she was receiving, as well as the prompting and
approval of others in the field whose names had been household words for
years made her feel more at-ease with her success. She rushed at the last
minute, mindful of Patrick’s waiting and aware that her own unbidden fears
of making a fool of herself in such glamorous company could prey too heavily
on her mind to allow sleep if she let it get too great an advantage.

“Oh, there you are. You surprise me, Amelia, most women take their
time and make a man’s stomach go through horrible agonies waiting for their
suppers. I approve.”

That, spoken with such a serious face, caused Amelia to break out in
giggles. He Patrick was, if nothing else, a very entertaining and diverting
fellow. If he hadn’t been there she honestly believed the “magic” would have
been missing from the film completely. Such spontaneity put her at her ease
immediately, and he seemed genuinely to like her.

Patrick cocked his head, then cocked his left eyebrow, returned her
smile and gestured to the door. They left quickly, eager to be rid of the
site for awhile and anticipating “real food” at an unspecified restaurant in
the town below.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“…and then we switched places, and soon everyone in the chorus was
playing `musical chairs’!” laughed Patrick. Reminiscing was pleasant with
Amelia; she seemed to enjoy his discourse, and found amusing those exploits
he’d all but forgotten. At forty-three he was still in his prime, but he’d
started so young that many of his memories of the stage were more than twenty-
five years in the past. She was a novice, just starting out in her first
large part and showing tremendous promise — he was happy to be a part of this
experience for her, and knew she depended on him a great deal. She was per-
haps twenty-four or -five, but commanded much dignity for one so young. She’d
go far…

Amelia laughed with childish eagerness, amazed to hear some of the
finer points of the behind-stage antics of what were some of her favorite
productions. She was dressed in a light, summery dress that grazed her
shoulders and allowed her freedom of movement, weary of the tightly clinging
garments she wore for the better part of each day of filming. She leaned
toward him in a gesture of innocence and trust, delineating even more the
small space between them. They’d almost finished their meal, a pasta made
sweet with basil and herbs and accompanied by a chickory salad and a good
white wine. The waiters brought extra tidbits throughout the evening to
Amelia, who jokingly passed them along to Patrick. They both declined a
sweet, looking forward to a coffee in the quiet of the trailers later.

“Shall we go now, before these Lotharios decide to tag along behind
you?” he quipped. It was getting late and they did have to be ready for
makeup at 6 o’clock in the morning.

“Hmm…I suppose we should. It’s a shame to have to stop our talk
here, though. I’ve been learning a lot from you, Patrick, and I appreciate
the fact that you’re here when I need you. I’d like the opportunity to get
to know you better, I think we have the potential to become good friends.
Maybe you can even be my mentor.” she teased.

“Or, perhaps, your Svengali. I’ve always fancied myself a psycho-
logical Frankenstein…” mused Patrick.

The drive back was uneventful and decidedly too short. The night
was perfect for a long walk, but they didn’t have the time to call their own.

“Would you like to have a nightcap? I really don’t want to end the
evening right now. I have a good recipe for Irish coffee…” Amelia offered.

“Alright, but we’d best part company soon. We are creatures of our
contracts, you know.”

“It doesn’t take that long to make coffee, and I’m sure you’ll make
short work of the drink…you did with everything else tonight! How you can
eat calamari I’ll never know!”

“I like squid.” was his typical reply.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“You know, I’ve been a fan of yours for a long time; I can hardly
believe I’m actually working with you on a movie!” breathed Amelia, with
something akin to wonder. Her coffee was long since gone, and Patrick was
having his third. The surrealism of the past weeks’ events, coupled with
the alcohol which always made her introspective, produced a quality of
vulnerability in her expression. She leaned against Patrick as naturally
as though it were a lifelong habit, and his arms encircled her gently.

“Have you?” he whispered. It was an unusual friendship they shared,
founded on mutual respect and admiration. They had come to know each other
very well in a short period of time, and he brooded on the fact that he may
have allowed himself to become too close. She was everything he’d ever
imagined she’d be in their shared art, and would grow even more than she
already had, given the chance. And he didn’t feel the least constrained,
wasn’t bored by her chatter and didn’t dread her company as he did with most
of his leads. Amelia was, in his estimation, the epitome of the ideal
companion.

“Patrick? What’s the matter?” she asked. He stiffened a bit, a
little annoyed she sensed his moods so easily. He’d never before been an
easy cipher.

“Nothing, I’m just thinking.” He relaxed, and chided himself. It
was a lucky man who could win the concern of a woman like Amelia. “I’ve
been reflecting on how quickly we’ve gone through the traditional getting-to-
know-you phase of this relationship. It’s uncanny how easy it is for you to
read me.”

“Oh.” Grey eyes gazed out into the dim room. Then a warm body
pressed into his, and the kitten-soft lashes framing those glorious eyes
brushed his cheek. Their fluttering, and the light, shallow breath pulsing
against his throat made Patrick Harrison, a normally deliberate and con-
scientious man, renowned the world over for his ability to bring strength
to any production whose presence he graced, miss his cue for the first time
in his life; only when Amelia half-smiled, and pulled his mouth to hers, did
he realize he’d stopped breathing.

They kissed exquisitely, cherishing the contours of each others’
lips, and teeth, and tongues. Exhaling rapidly into her mouth, Patrick
almost stopped cold at the feelings she elicited in him. It was a shock to
experience such joy, and tenderness, and passion… he had been blase about
the whole issue of sex after the tumultuous three years or so following his
awkward first fumblings with a girl he’d thought he loved. Now, this sweet
creature had reawakened emotions he’d believed long-dead. He moaned against
her cheek, raining kisses along her eyelids and nose. Amelia nuzzled his
jaw, amazed at her own, intense desires. She didn’t know what she should
do, though, not being sure what Patrick would like; he wasn’t exactly a
schoolboy, he was decidedly a man who knew his own mind. Her own mind was
refusing to respond, anyway, her pleasure sensors taking over…she
abandoned reason and gave in to more primal instincts.

Amelia felt large, warm hands caressing her back. Patrick pulled
her with him as he reclined, and held her on top of him. She was writhing
sensuously against him, and teasing his throat with light nips and occasional
flicks of her tongue; he responded in kind, tracing her jaw from her chin to
her ear and sucking the lobe. Her breathing quickened perceptibly and she
ground her hips against his. She was driving the hardening, thickening length
of his penis against her swelling mound, rubbing up and down and making her
moves more precise and deliberate. Patrick, in answer, pulled the skirt of
her dress up over her thigh and began kneading her tender flesh. His penis
was so full now he felt as though he’d explode.

“Amelia, help me. Lift up so I can pull this damned dress off you!”
he whispered. His vocal cords would have been useless for anything else.

Amelia got up abruptly, lifting her dress up in one swift movement.
Her breasts were small, but high and firm and she had no need for a bra. Her
panties were tiny scraps of white cotton held together with lace, a tiny
curtain for the triangle of curly blonde hair trying to peep through. Her
eyes lowering suddenly, she blushed; it served to make her look even more
enticing, and shifted subtly the tint in her small, pink nipples. Then, with
a determined look, she reached down to Patrick’s shirt and started to
unbutton it.

Her hair fell in honeyed waves as she leaned forward, and Patrick
caught a handful and kissed it swiftly. He could barely keep his hands off
her, but he wanted to let her make all the moves. She reached in as his shirt
was half undone and ran her hands lightly over his chest and across his
nipples. She rolled her thumbs and forefingers around them gently, and gave
slight, insistent pulls until they were so erect they ached; he finished
taking off his shirt and pulled her head softly to his chest. Amelia touched
the tip of her tongue briefly to each nipple, then circled first one, then
the other before fastening on them. She allowed one hand to drift down over
the bulge she’d thrilled to earlier, to massage its length and to caress it.
Her other hand occupied itself with Patrick’s other nipple, his entire body
now sensitive to her every move.

Amelia worked her fingers underneath his waistband, teasing him. He
unzipped his slacks and pushed her away enough for him to slide them halfway
off. She rose, and pulled him by his hands; he stepped out of the pants and
positioned his thumbs inside the waist of his briefs, but she caught his
hands and pulled them away. She knelt before him and pulled down, slowly, on
the undergarment until his penis was in full view. Amelia smiled, and hugged
his thighs; then she placed her tongue on the base of his penis and began
stroking him up and down, sucking with her lips at the base of the glans and
lowering her mouth over the whole organ. Patrick wove his hands into her
hair, and held her, and thrusted into her throat whenever she covered him.
She was soft and gentle and yielding and she was doing the most incredible
things to him with those luscious lips!

With growing intensity she sucked every inch of him, wrapping her
tongue around him and massaging his tightly clenched buttocks. She had him
at her mercy, she knew; she was also aware, for the first time, that she was
the one who’d initiated contact to begin with. It was with some amazement
that she realized he was shaking and whispering her name…

“Patrick? Are you alright?” she queried with a bemused smile.

“Dear God, Amelia, you don’t know what you’ve done to me! I’m an old
man, remember? I don’t think I can move.” he breathed as he collapsed onto
the couch. Amelia leaned forward and kissed him lightly.

“Would you like to try to get as far as the bedroom? Once there you
won’t have to do *too* much.”

With that promise in mind Patrick found the strength necessary to
follow right behind her.

“Here, isn’t this better?” She held out her hands to him and pulled
him down beside her. He quickly pinned her to the bed and began kissing
her hair, her eyes, her nose, her mouth; making her gasp aloud as his lips
and tongue traveled down her throat and lit on her breasts. He circled
the dark pink aureoles, one after the other, lavishing his tongue over each
nipple and teasing them until they stood tautly away from her breasts.
Patrick was the one to take note, this time, of the effect his efforts were
having — Amelia’s mouth was drawn into a small “o” and her eyes were tightly
closed. Her skin was incredibly smooth, he thought, scented of baby powder
and glistening with a fine sheen of perspiration.

Amelia’s eyes flew open as her back arched involuntarily, thrusting
her hips out and opening herself to Patrick’s exploring tongue. She wasn’t
expecting such a sudden change in his attentions, and this unpreparedness
compounded the searing heat in her loins. His fingers penetrated the soft
folds of her labia, searching for and spreading her natural lubrication. The
tip of his tongue buried itself just above her clitoris and, having found the
rapidly swelling organ, began circling it. His lips teased as well, sucking
gently then kissing the little button of deep-pink flesh until it was nearly
double its original size. Patrick balanced much of his weight on his elbows,
which were atop Amelia’s thighs, to keep her from bucking and finishing this
game too soon…there were many more tricks to teach her before allowing her
to reach her climax.

“Patrick…more, please, more…can’t take much more of this!” she
begged. Her whole body seemed numb, all her senses centred on the remarkable
feelings his tongue and fingers were eliciting. He slipped his tongue into
her vagina, savoring the sweetness that was almost overpowering. He could
feel her muscles contract in an involuntary effort to drag his face even
closer than he already was, and knew it was time to give her what she (and
he) both wanted.

Patrick pulled himself to his knees and gazed into the fevered eyes
and flushed face of the beautiful girl who had become a part of his life in
an incredibly short time. She sincerely liked him, he could tell…and he
liked her *very* much. The emotional always enhanced the physical…

“Please, don’t stop now, I need you, Patrick! I want you to make love
to me.” Her simple plea was a ragged whisper, and her hips twitched in
anticipation of his next move. He grasped them and lifted them and positioned
the tip of his penis at the glistening entrance of her vagina. With infinite
slowness, and great care to prevent her hips from moving, he penetrated her
completely. Her creamy folds engulfed his length, and he could see her now-
protruding clitoris quiver in hopes of direct stimulation. Patrick massaged
her buttocks firmly and tightly, and began to grind himself into her; he
withdrew reluctantly, then pulled her to him as he thrust. He felt her legs
encircle him and draw him closer, but he retained his control and refused to
put down her hips. Her vagina was tight, but her natural secretions made it
wet and inviting.

He placed one hand under the small of her back and brought the other
around front. Her quiet moans crescendoed as he used his thumb to rub her
clitoris, and he felt her body shake. Amelia pulled herself forward and
grabbed Patrick’s head, drawing him to her waiting, open mouth. He moved
slowly downward, releasing her lower body and hugging her to him as he reached
for her kiss; as their lips met he began thrusting methodically and deliber-
ately, increasing his tempo quickly. Their pelvises ground together and their
legs entwined and, after that well-timed kiss, their eyes remained locked.

The intensity of their rythmic coupling made them lose track of time.
Amelia felt the first tiny quivers of orgasm building and tightened her hold
on Patrick’s back. He followed her pace, allowing himself to loosen his
restraint and begin his own climb towards release. Waves of excitement and
sexual heat rippled through her spine and focused on her vagina as his penis
stroked her insides faster and faster: her clitoris seemed to reach out to
him and was rewarded with a throbbing assault by his pelvic bones. His
testicles slapped against her with every thrust, and the backs of her thighs
and her buttocks were brushed and tickled by his thick nest of pubic hair.

Breathing heavily, and hearing his blood scream in his ears, Patrick
forced himself to hold back until he felt her vagina constrict against him,
proof of her own orgasm. It was vitally important to him to make this good
for Amelia, and watching the look on her face as she climaxed would enhance
his own enjoyment. She was caught up in the incredibly fast pace of their
lovemaking, and was thrusting back as strongly and eagerly as he. The
seeming innocence in her eyes created the strangest sensation of longing in
him, made him want to hold her forever and satisfy her every desire; that
last he could do, obviously — he grinned, then grimaced as a spark of
urgency spurred him on to even more furious lunges.

“Pat, I’m cumming…I’m cumming!” shrieked Amelia, clawing him to her
and locking him between her legs. She bucked and pushed against his back,
driving him even further inside her. His testicles demanded release, and
he drove into her with a shudder.

“Amelia…so good…oh, God, Amelia…” he breathed as he felt his
semen shoot through the tip of his penis and into her quaking vagina. They
lay tangled together until they fell asleep.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” Patrick whispered into Amelia’s ear. It
would soon be time to be made up for the morning’s filming and his sixth
sense for time had awoken him on schedule. Her honey-colored hair fanned
across her cheek, and he brushed it away as she opened her eyes. She saw
him and smiled, then stretched and looked for all the world like a sleepy
kitten.

“Hmm…I almost thought last night was just a dream, Patrick. I feel
so *good* this morning!” she purred, “…and hungry.” as an afterthought.

“Well, you should be hungry, after all that exercise.” he teased.

“I never would have believed it would be like this if anyone had told
me…I’d always heard it would be painful.” mused Amelia.

With a start Patrick turned: “You’re not telling me this was your
first time?” The incredulity on his face made her laugh.

“Yes, Patrick, you `deflowered’ me!” quipped she with much amusement.

“Oh, Amelia, I’m sorry — I had no idea, you should have told me -”

“Patrick,” she interrupted, “I wanted you as much as you wanted me. I
still want to be with you, to go out with you, to stay in with you. I like
what you taught me about myself, and I appreciate the fact that you were
gentle even though you didn’t know I’d never done it before. I guess I’ve
just never wanted to before…you’re the only man I’ve ever been this com-
fortable with and I don’t want you to feel guilty about making me feel good!”

With a slow smile Patrick held out his arms and she snuggled against
him eagerly. “I suppose I’m too old-fashioned to take the surrender of your
virginity that lightly. I like you, Amelia, and that could turn into some-
thing more with time. And Heaven knows we have time!”

“You never know…but I’d like to have you teach me about some of the
finer points of lovemaking. I’m sure I can be a good pupil.” she said as she
pulled away and started to rise; “Why don’t we practice again tonight?”

“You know, they say you’re a natural…”

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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justice I have to be a great deal more explicit that I would normally prefer. I

prefer to flirt, both with men and with the details of my adventures. It seems

much more appropriate to say I spent the night with someone than to say

specifically what we did. I will try to overcome this as I tell you what

happened. If I seem to be skirting something, you have to be willing to interrupt

me with questions. I may evade, but I will never lie. Anyway, with that in mind,

the story really begins on a Friday night a few months back. The Chief, my

affectionate name I gave my husband, had some friends over. I was getting in

late from a conference and it was clearly his party. I knew nearly everyone

there, but they were his friends. I came in about 10:00 that night. I’d slept

on the train, so I was still fairly fresh. There they all were in the dining

room, playing cards. The Chief gave me a big hug when I came in and carried my

suitcase up to the bedroom. I washed my face and slipped out of my travel

clothes into the kind of thing I normally hang around the house in, a shirt of

the Chief’s and tights (white and blue respectively.) I’d eaten so I just nibble

at the snacks and watched them play. I stood or sat behind the Chief and one or

two of the other players seemed to have trouble focusing on their cards. I’d been

behaving myself for the past few days and this tickled me. Thinking to myself,

It’s all in a good cause (the Chief’s winnings) I would stretch or walk around or

occasionally pick things up off of the floor. They seemed to enjoy it and I

certainly did. Around midnight about half of the crew left and when the game had

gotten down to 4 players, I sat in and became a fifth. They were betting quarters

mostly and I sat down with around $20 and began to play. I was about $5 ahead

when I began to lose steadily. One of the other players ran out of money and

left. That had been the pattern. When you ran out of the money you had on the

table, you were done. This gave the game a quality that the Chief described as

friendly. There were limits on how fast you could raise, there were limits on

the number of raises, and what they described as table stakes. No checks, no

I.O.U.s, no big debts. The game had gone on for a couple of years, losing very

few players and the ‘friendly’ atmosphere was probably responsible. So, here I am

down to about $5.00 and another player went bust and left. I’d lost about 8

hands in a row. I started trying to bet conservatively until I felt my luck

change. That helped me outlast one more player who also left. It was about 1:30

in Saturday morning now. I lost all but my last dollar betting on a full house of

Queens and fives. It seemed like a conservative, safe bet, but here I was down

to 4 quarters. One went into the pot for my ante and I picked up a pair of

kings. There were 2 quarters in raises to me which I covered and I found myself

looking at a third king and two aces in my draw. I bet the quarter I had left,

the Chief raised one quarter (He’d drawn three cards) and J, the other player

raised one. So, here I was with a winning hand and nothing left to bet. Or was

I really down to nothing. I grinned at J, moved my eyes to the Chief and somehow

or other managed to say with a straight face, I’ll cover the pot with my shirt if

I lose.

The Chief was drinking something as I said. How he managed to not spray it all

over the cards, I’ll never know. He was close to losing it. When I say losing

it, I mean laughing, not being angry. He seemed to see this as just one more of

my flirtings which rather than growing resigned to, he has come to enjoy over

…End of the part1. To be continued..

It was another long, late night in the lab at work. This is a great job,

but the occasional “crunch” times explains why so few people survive more

than a handful of years. The problems are rewarding, and correct solutions let

me attend national trade conferences as an “engineering expert”, answering deep

questions on state-of-the-art technology for any of the twenty thousand people

attending from all facets of the industry. That’s the real “high” of all this

grinding: to look over a huge convention trade hall, filled with the most active

people in the whole high-tech industry, and be publically acknowledged as one of

the very few who actually *creates* the magic.

In all humility, I am merely the representative of a team of 20 to 50 people

who worked equally hard; my specialty outside design is that I can translate the

world of pull-up transistors and half-latches into the information needs of a

potential sales representative for a major customer. I can do it for 15 hours a

day for a week at a time, and keep track of who I have told what, and how much

they seem to like it. Our sales force loves me, and it gives me that one skill

outside my own department that I need for long-term advancement in the company.

True power is being among the best, and being able to get other people to recog-

nize it. Thanks to my God and my teachers, I am both.

Tonight, however, was one of those nights lost in the shuffle of “nine parts

perspiration.” I had taken once again to working midnight to about 10AM, so I

could get a peaceful environment and all the machine cycles I could eat. I have

a whole stable of routines that start their deliberations as soon as enough

people leave for their families and night life; by the time I come in, I had

quite enough diagnostic information in my electronic mailbox to take the next

step in debugging. Sometimes, I can take a few good ideas and get Jeff to

run them during the day; sometimes, I do the same for him. Between us, we cut

about 10% of the development time out of the overall department schedule, and

our stock options bear witness to our continued effectiveness. We even see one

another about once a week in these times.

That night, however, I had things almost all to myself. Someone was working

in the layout area across the floor; the overhead lights were on, and I could

see a few brown curls bob occasionally between there and the offices to the

right. Probably Debbie, one of the brightest of our new college crop last June.

She has a quick mind and a good insticnt for the correct solution, but she still

has a hard time letting go of “her” solution when a better one comes up. Also,

she puts in even more graveyard time than I did. The pace of work here will fix

both those deficiencies within three years, one way or the other. I was in no

position to guide her into more productive paths, as we rarely shared a problem

on a day-to-day basis.

I looked over the last batch of diagnostic output, and cursed myself for a

novice. I’d just wasted four hours of clock time, although with the low system

…End of the part1. To be continued..

“Hey babe, want to dance?” he asked, in a melancholy voice.

“Sure, why not?” she said.

So they began to dance. She wasn’t a great dancer. She just
kind of kept shaking her arms and legs the same way, over and
over again. After a while, he felt the way you feel after you’ve
seen the same commercial too many times, that feeling of “Oh, I
know what is going to happen next, but my brain is too dead to
care.” Ho hum, he thought. But he knew that you had to dance at
least three dances with a woman before you could seduce her, so
he tolerated it.

The second dance was even more boring than the first. The music
switched from rock to reggae, but her dancing hardly changed at
all. He started counting beer cups in people hands, while he
danced, just for something to do. He had counted 112 by the time
the dance ended. “Great, only one more dance to go, he thought.”

The next dance was a slow dance. A lot of parties never put on
slow dances, but this one did, and Jack was very happy, because
he didn’t think he could take a third fast dance with her monoto-
nous rhythm.

He looked at her, when the slow music started, wondering if she
was ready for slow dancing. She had that same look in her eyes
that he had seen hundreds of times before, that look that says
“Go ahead, put your arms around me and start dancing. Have I got
something better to do?” So he did. And her rhythm was defi-
nitely different this time, finally. Now, she basically just
stood there, kind of wobbling back and forth a little. And now
he realized how much he hated slow songs, because they just went
on, and on. It was a slow love song, just like so many love
songs he had heard before. This one was worse than many, howev-
er, because it was one of the ones that was currently getting too
much play on the radio.

Finally, the song ended, and, holding her hand, he led her off
the dance floor. He tried to think of a clever line, but then
decided he didn’t need one. “Hey, what’s your name?” he asked.

“I’m Jill,” she said.

“Yah, and I’m Jack.” They would have laughed, but both of them
had heard so many Jack and Jill jokes in their lives, that nei-
ther even found this real life coincidence at all funny.

‘So, I bet now he’s going to ask me to go for a walk with him.
Why do guys always use the same lines?’ she thought to herself.

“So, Jill, want to go for a walk? It’s a beautiful evening.”

‘Well,’ she thought, ‘at least a walk will be more fun than this
party. I wonder why all parties seem alike? The only thing
which wasn’t totally average about this party was the slow dance,
and I don’t even like to slow dance.’ “Sure,” she said, “where
are we going to walk to? Your place, I suppose, right?” She’d
been asked on too many walks not to already know the destination.

“Yah,” he said.

Now that she was pretty sure he wanted to seduce her, she decided
to appraise him. 5′ 9″, brown hair, brown eyes, not particularly
athletic or well dressed; but no body odor, no zits, and his hair
was combed. She would take what she could get. “Let’s go.”

The walk to Jack’s place was too long. The party had been at one
of the river houses, but both Jack and Jill lived in the Quad,
away from the main campus. They had gone up to the river houses
because, as usual, the quad was dead that weekend: only one
party, and it was lame. They walked up Garden Street, back to
Currier House. It was a walk both of them took every day, at
least twice a day, and both of them found it pretty wearying by
now. They went through the standard conversation about majors,
year of graduation, etc. but neither was really paying atten-
tion; they had asked and answered the questions so many times
before.

When they got back to Jack’s room, Jill was not very impressed.
Currier was one of the newer, more modern dormitories, and all of
the rooms were pretty similar. Jack had not done much to distin-
guish his.

“So,” Jill said, “how do you usually seduce women?” She was
feeling very direct.

“Usually, I try something with backrubs, but the last ten women
I’ve seduced, I’ve given backrubs, and I’m tired of it What do
guys usually try on you?”

“They usually ask me if I want a backrub,” she said.

There was what would have been an awkward pause, if either of
them had really cared. Jack tried to think of something more
interesting than a back rub He considered nude twister, but
wasn’t quite sure how someone would go about playing that exact-
ly, without a third person to spin the spinner. He thought about
getting out his copy of the 5000 question purity test, but found
himself falling asleep at just the thought.

Finally, he said “Want a back rub?”

“Sure,” she said, lying down on his bed.

Slowly, he massaged her back, through her shirt. After about ten
minutes, her shirt started to ride up, intentionally, and he
began to actually massage her skin directly. Eventually, he
began massaging around her bra strap, and then clumsily unsnapped
it.

‘Thank God,’ she thought. It was taking forever. He gave an
average backrub, but she had never really been into back rubs
anyway. Eventually, his hands went lower and lower, and he was
touching the sides of her breasts, and then the front, and then
the nipples. ‘Pretty predictable,’ she thought.

Finally, she turned over, and they began kissing, and undressing.
She had a mediocre body, too much flab, but so did he. Neither
of them became particularly passionate, but both found the caressing vaguely enjoyable.

Slowly, his hand worked its way down to her vagina, and it was,
of course, slightly moist. He fingered her and sucked her tits
for a few minutes. Then, foreplay out of the way, he put on a
condom, and they had sex in the missionary position. He wasn’t
very good, not giving enough clitoral stimulation. She decided
to just lie back, and think of England. She had never been
there, so there wasn’t very much to think about, but it was more
interesting than the half hearted attempts of Jack, lying on top
of her. Eventually, Jack sped up his pumping. Faster and fast-
er. ‘Great,’ she thought, ‘he’s almost finished.’ When he came,
spurting into the condom for a few seconds, she faked her orgasm.
He wasn’t fooled by her faking, but he didn’t really care.

Special thanx to: Walks-by-Night, The Unknown, Mr. Spock,
Midnight Orgy and Mad Bones

While out shopping at one of the many malls located conveniently near
me, I wandered into a water-bed store. When I entered, I saw the most beautiful
woman that I have ever seen. She was as beautiful as some of your monthly Pets.
I thought of my secret fantasy of fucking her in front of the few people in the
store.
This goddess of beauty made her way over me.
“Can I help you?” she said.
You sure can. honey, I thought to myself. “Oh, yes,” I answered. I
asked her for a certain model of sheet cover and she went in the back to check
on it. I couldn’t help but stare at her gorgeous buttocks, and thought to
myself that she had to have the nicest ass in the history of split flesh. Her
body did not stop. My thoughts were interrupted when I noticed her standing in
front of me, staring at my now-erect love tool.
“I found what you were looking for. Come back with me and I will show
you,” she said. I followed and before I could offer any resistance, she tore
off most of my clothes and threw me on the bed. We kissed passionately and then
she started to nibble on the head of my penis. She worked down my rod and
licked my balls, and she didn’t stop until I spewed my penis cream over her
face and down her throat. As I was coming, I told her my fantasy of making love
in public. It was easy to convince her to move our copulating to one of the
water beds outside in the shop. Since it was almost closing time, I gussed she
figured it would be safe.
We dressed and walked casually toward one of the sensual water beds set
up in the middle of the store. We lay down as if we were just a young couple
testing out the bed to see if it was comfortable. I unbuttoned her shirt to
reveal her large, firm breasts and rock-hard nipples. I was really turned on. I
slipped off her dress and panties as she disrobed me. Our sexual act caught the
attention of several customers. I lifted her up and placed her under the
sheets. She whispered in my ear to fuck her with all I had. I got under the
covers and slid my rod into her tight love tunnel. I was so aroused that I came
almost immediately, and her climax followed several seconds after mine.
She was moaning for more. So we turned around and got into a sixty-
nine position, this time without the concealment of the cover. She began to
suck like there was no tomorrow. I slid my tongue around the circumference of
her labia and tongued her clit until she was about to climax. I finally dove
right in and tongue-fucked her until she had four consecutive orgasms. We
fucked again while standing. Our screams almost cracked all the windows in the
store.
We finally got up and dressed. She locked up the store and told me that
she would call me again. She never did, but it didn’t matter. My fantasy had
come true.

–

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.
—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

On top of the very nice physical package she was friendly, chatty and gave
a WONDERFUL lap dance. She touched as much as the law would allow, and maybe a
bit more. And as time had gone on (this was the sixth time I had come in
during the past 5 months) her dances for me had gotten just a little more
risque, a little hotter, a little more daring. She let me touch her back quite
a bit too, but I was always careful not to go over the line. It was still
great. She also gave lip-kisses. Most of the girls would only give you a
little nip on the cheek. Little details like that mean a lot to me.

Anyway, we were there and my buddy got up to go to the restroom. As he
walked away, I sighed, considering the fact I only had $22 bucks left of the
$130 I had started with, and observed that it was unfortunate the evening was
going to have to end fairly soon.

“How come?” Her voice wasn’t bad either, not the gravelly, husky female
voice that made me melt, but pretty nice all the same.

I explained the money thing. I usually got 4 or 5 (3 or 4 from her)
dances and 3-4 overpriced drinks when I came in. She knew my limits, but
I’d only had two of her dances tonight — she had been with other customers.

She leaned down with her lips to my right ear and pressed her warm soft
cheek to mine. I loved it when she did that. She did it quite a bit.

“Who says it has to end?” she asked softly.

That raised my eyebrows. She never pushed me to haul out my plastic for
her, never pushed period. A rarity, and yet another thing I liked about her
(you’re gonna be sick of all the little details I liked about this woman before
I’m done).

That left one possibility, one I’d never seriously considered before. It
was against club policy for dancers to go out with customers. Naturally the
owners were afraid of getting nailed for pimping or something, or even being
innocent bystanders in a prostitution scandal. But it sure sounded like she
was proposing a little after-work get-together. So the questions were 1) Is
she a cop? or 2) Is she a hooker?

I craned my neck around to look her in the eyes, and she shifted slightly
to help me out.

“Care to elaborate on that?” I asked.

She smiled impishly and leaned forward. Her hair spilled around our faces
and I could smell her breath. It was sweet from the call drinks we’d both had.
She touched her forehead to mine and whispered, “You’re always really sweet.
You’re friendly and you don’t try to pull a big come-on. I like that a lot.
I’d also like to spend the rest of the night with you. No strings, just fun.”
She leaned back to gauge my reaction.

She needn’t have bothered. My cock had gotten rock hard in seconds, and
as I stared back, trying to formulate a witty assent worthy of James Bond, she
pressed her leg into my erection, waggled her eyebrows suggestively and said “I
think I’ve got a ‘yes’ here.” I grinned at her and we made plans hurriedly
before my buddy came back from the restroom.

To shorten things a bit, let’s just say that it required a bit of timing
and my dashing about at high speed in my Grand Prix to get me separated from
my buddy (luckily he lived nearby) and back with Julie without her fellow
club workers noticing. Her apartment was much closer than mine, so we headed
there. I was as excited as all hell, but during the short trip alone back to
the club, I resolved that since she was giving me the most princely gift of her
beautiful body, I had to see to it that she enjoyed this evening as much as
possible. It would be my gift to her.

We had a difficult time getting into her apartment. We kept stopping
every few steps and kissing strongly. For a long time I had desired to *really*
kiss her, as opposed to the brief ones we were allowed at the club. She would
press her warm body up against mine and move up and down, stroking me with
her entire self, while our tongues “dueled like soft, moist sabers” (I’ve
always liked that line). It was wonderful, but I restrained myself as much as
possible. Crazy animalistic sex would be great, but it wasn’t what I wanted
to do for her right now. I wanted to add in a lot of tease, to make her beg
for release, to drive her crazy. I’m no Don Juan, but on the few occasions
I’d had opportunity to do this in the past, my partners were always VERY grate-
ful.

Finally, we staggered into the bedroom. She’d lost her top and I my
shirt. We flopped onto the bed, still kissing madly, but I’d managed to slow
the pace down to just intense instead of wild. Stroking her smooth back, I
eased her onto her stomach and moved up to whisper in her ear.

“Just relax for a while and let me do the work. Let it be my thanks for
your having me over.” Yeah, yeah, “having me over” isn’t all that romantic
sounding, but I didn’t want to get really gushy and say “make love”, and “have
sex” seemed *much* too cold.

“Mmmmmm,” she purred, and smiled sexily, settling onto the bed with a cute
wiggle. I took that as a “yes”, as I reached over and turned on a small lamp.
The light was subdued but ample. Excellent.
…End of the part1. To be continued..

While out shopping at one of the many malls located conveniently near
me, I wandered into a water-bed store. When I entered, I saw the most
beautiful woman that I have ever seen. She was as beautiful as some of your
monthly Pets. I thought of my secret fantasy of fucking her in front of the few
people in the store.
This goddess of beauty made her way over me.
“Can I help you?” she said.
You sure can. honey, I thought to myself. “Oh, yes,” I answered. I
asked her for a certain model of sheet cover and she went in the back to check
on it. I couldn’t help but stare at her gorgeous buttocks, and thought to
myself that she had to have the nicest ass in the history of split flesh. Her
body did not stop. My thoughts were interrupted when I noticed her standing
in front of me, staring at my now-erect love tool.
“I found what you were looking for. Come back with me and I will show
you.”" she said, I followed and before I could offer any resistance, she tore
off most of my clothes and threw me on the bed. We kissed passionately and
then she started to nibble on the head of my penis. She worked down my rod and
licked my balls, and she didn’t stop until I spewed my penis cream over her
face and down her throat. As I was coming, I told her my fantasy of making
love in pubic. It was easy to convince her to move our copulating to one of
the water beds outside in the shop. Since it was almost closing time, I gussed
she figured it would be safe.
We dressed and walked casually toward one of the sensual water beds
set up in the middle of the store. We lay down as if we were just a young
couple testing out the bed to see if it was comfortable. I unbuttoned her
shirt to reveal her large, firm breasts and rock-hard nipples. I was really
turned on. I slipped off her dress and panties as she disrobed me. Our sexual
act caught the attention of several customers. I lifted her up and placed her
under the sheets. She whispered in my ear to fuck her with all I had. I got
under the covers and slid my rod into her tight love tunnel. I was so aroused
that I came almost immediately, and her climax followed several seconds
after mine.
She was moaning for more. So we turned around and got into a sixty-
nine position, this time without the concealment of the cover. She began to
suck like there was no tomorrow. I slid my tongue around the circumference
of her labia and tongued her clit until she was about to climax. I finally
dove right in and tongue-fucked her until she had four consecutive orgasms. We
fucked again while standing. Our screams almost cracked all the windows in the
store.
We finally got up and dressed. She locked up the store and told me
that she would call me again. She never did, but it didn’t matter. My fantasy
had come true.

–

I stopped to pick up the girl on the side of the road. She was
wearing a soft cotten dress. As we drove on we talked about all sorts
of things. Then she asked me if I wanted a blow job in payment for the
ride! I am no fool ,so I quickly pull off and pull down my jeans!

As we drive her head bobs up and down my fat cock! She pushes two fingers
up my ass and dives down till the head of my cock is pushed
down her throat! I cum in long thick spurts! she gags on the sticky
fluid as it fills her cheaks.

She pulls her mouth off my cock but continues to pump it with her
hand. Her breasts are big and hang heavy. Her skin is a deep brown
from many hours of sun bathing. I watch her nipples poking through
the cloth of the dress! My dick is still like a rock, so I pull into the
median strip on the highway. She gets out and I step out also.
she climbs onto the hood of the car and spreads her thighs. I stand
there (with out pants on) my cock pointing towards her. I push my
mouth onto her cunt! The fat lips part as the juices she had been
holding back come gushing out into my mouth! I eat and suck and
lick her sweet pussy. I slip first one finger ,then two ,then three
fingers up into her asshole and pump them as I tongue fuck her
cunt! I bite and pull on the fat lips and smear her juices on to
her thin line of pubic hair! She moans and twists around my fingers
shoved up her ass and my mouth on her mound!

She shoves me back (my fingers make a little -pop- as they slip
out of her ass) then turns around and bends over the front of the
car. I slowly push the head of my cock up into her pussy. She grunts and
trys to get more cock in in a shorter time, but I will not
allow that. I finally get all 7 1/2″s of cock up into her! We start
fast and she screams and pounds on the hood of the car as she is
fucked savagely!! I pump and pump and pump into her. Her cunt is tight and
she works my cock like a pro!

I pull out quickly!! She gasps and almost falls off the car. But I
grab her and quickly re-insert my now slick cock up her ass hole!
She Cums like a banshee as I fire my wads of hot sticky cum up her
ass! I continue to pump her ass till she is completely satisfied!

As we drive along she rubs her dress on her ass to collet the
cum as it dribbles out. She blows me again as we pull into her
drive way. She gives me her phone number and tells me that I
owe her a fuck and that I have to cum up her cunt to get all her
holes filled! I promise and drive off…

—

“John,” she said hesitantly, “I’m going to do it.”

My heart jumped in my chest. Even after two weeks of discussion my
feelings still weren’t clear. With a dry mouth I asked, “Okay. What can I
do?”, knowing full well there wasn’t anything.

But she managed to surprise me. “You can be there with me. I talked to
Amy and she says it’s fine. She says you’re cute.” she added with a nervous
titter.

“Um, right. Why do you want me there? I though you-”

“I’d like you with me for moral support.” she said quietly, “I know
what I said, and I do want to do it very much. I’d just like you with me.”

My head was spinning. “This is nuts!” I said giddily.

“Life usually is.” she answered philisophically. “Well, do you want
to? You always told me it was your favorite fantasy…” she teased.

I had to laugh. “Fantasy’s one thing. This is real life, though. I…
okay. When are we getting together?”

“Tomorrow around lunch. I thought we’d spend the day together and get
more comfortable with each other.”

“All right.” I sighed. We made plans to meet at a resturant at noon
the next day and said our goodbyes. I was sweating when I hung up the
phone.

I didn’t know if I was going to be able to handle this or not.

Some folks are more open minded than others. I always thought I was,
myself, but then rarely was my open-mindedness brought to the test. Debbie
and Amy worked together in the same office and had known each other for a
long time. As long as Debbie had known me, at least. Debbie had also known
that Amy was bisexual. What she hadn’t known was that Amy had been
attracted to her almost from the start. Two weeks ago, over a private
lunch, Amy finally broke down and told her. Later that evening I recieved a
very agitated phone call.

“I-I didn’t know what to say.” Debbie had told me. “I never had a
woman look me straight in the eye and tell me she wanted to sleep with me
before!”

“Calm down…” I said reassuringly. “It’s all right. What did you tell
her?”

“Well,” she said slowly, “I told her I didn’t know what to say. I
didn’t want to hurt her feelings so I didn’t turn her down on the spot.”

“But you are going to tell her no.. aren’t you?”

There was a very long pause on the phone before she answered. “I don’t
know.”

“You don’t know?” I repeated, quite astounded.

“No.” She said. Another pause. “I’ve known her for a couple years.
Some… sometimes I kinda wondered what it would be like. With her.”

I swallowed hard. I couldn’t believe it! I was getting jealous of
another woman! Debbie and I had been lovers for over a year and neither one
of us had gone to bed with anyone else. I had never had the slightest
inkling of this secret desire before.

However, one of the things that had kept us together was mutual
supportiveness and not interfering in the other’s decisions. I sighed,
“Well, it’s up to you. You think you want to do this?”

“I don’t know.” She repeated. “I think I might. Just once.”

“All right.” I said, trying to ignore the feelings churning inside of
me.

There was a lot of talking over the two weeks that followed. Every
night I wondered if she had done it yet, but refused to allow myself to
press her on the subject. During each phone conversation, though, it
eventually came across that she was still undecided.

Why was I upset? Though we were lovers, we had no formal agreements
between us. We liked it that way, because we stayed together out of
preference. But we were perfectly free to do what we wished with whomever
we wished. This was the first time this agreement had been put to the
test.

Perhaps it was my ego. I began to wonder if I had been a good enough
lover, if I was somehow inadequete. But when I had voiced these concerns to
Debbie she just laughed and told me it had nothing to do with that at all.
It was just a matter of curiosity.

The morning of our get-together, a Saturday, dawned bright and warm. I
hadn’t slept much the previous night and awoke bleary eyed and stumbling. I
was nervous and maybe a little excited. Lots of guys had fantasies about
being with two women at once, but for most it remained a fantasy. Being
actually faced with the reality was something entirely different. But
despite my misgivings I decided I was going to go through with it. For
Debbie.

But upon reflection I decided I was doing it for myself as well.

We met for lunch at a small resturant over by her place. Debbie and
Amy were together by the door waiting for me. Debbie was dressed in a loose
cotton shirt and tan shorts, showing off her nicely toned legs. She wore
her long blonde hair loosely about her shoulders. She was beautiful and I
wanted her on the spot.

Amy was a brunette, wearing a tank top and fairly tight jeans, which
showed her curves nicely. She didn’t wear a bra, and her nipples poked
through the thin fabric, distracting my attention. Debbie noticed and
frowned, so I tried to keep my eyes to myself. Not an easy task, believe
me. I opened the door and ushered them in.

Lunch was nice but conversation was sparse. I think we were all a
little nervous and uptight about things. For the most part we stuck to safe
topics, like terrorist bombings and the possibility of Iraq getting the
bomb. I don’t even remember what we ate but it wasn’t a lot.

Afterwards we decided to go over to Debbie’s apartment because she had
the nicest place. It was still early afternoon so I put a movie on her VCR
and we sat on the couch together, watching it and not saying much of
anything. After the show was over I finally announced “This isn’t working.
We need to get more comfortable with each other.”

“I have an idea.” Amy spoke up. “Let’s adjourn to the hot tub for a
while. At least we’ll relax.”

Good idea. We went into different rooms and switched into bathing
suits. When I came out I saw Debbie wearing her usual green and white one
piece but Amy had borrowed that red string bikini that Debbie had never
quite gotten the nerve to wear. The effect was quite spectacular, as Amy
was more buxom than Deb and the fabric strained to hold her up, but I made
a point of not looking too thoroughly or Deb would start fuming again. But
I did notice her stealing more than one glance at Amy herself as we walked
down to the hot tub at the center of the complex. Maybe this was working
after all…

Apparently everybody else was busy because the pool area was deserted.
Fine by me. Debbie stepped into the tub and just sat down but Amy lowered
herself into the steaming water with a grace I had to admire. I just jumped
in with a splash and aggravated squeals from the others. Amy remarked, “I
guess some people never grow up…”

Debbie replied, “Yeah, but I’ve had a year to get used to it.” I
smiled and said nothing. A good general knows enough not to push matters
when he’s outnumbered.

Eventually the heat and afternoon sun made us a little drowsy and
relaxed. Eventually we started talking. Amy talked about how she had been
attracted to Debbie for a long time but was afraid to say anything for fear
of ruining a good friendship. Some people treated gays and bisexuals like
lepers and it took her a long time to trust Deb enough to open up finally.
Then Debbie said she had always been a little curious about bisexuality,
and wondered what it was like to feel a woman’s touch. She even admitted
that she was feeling a definite attraction towards Amy, and seeing her in
that bikini was a definite turn-on.

I admitted to my original misgivings, and confessed to a little
jealousy at first. Debbie pushed me good-naturedly. “You dummy. I’m not
about to leave you for another girl or guy! I think it’d do us both some
good to loosen up a bit, though.” Reluctantly I agreed. The intimacy of the
situation was beginning to turn me on as well, though. I ran my foot up
Debbies leg playfully. I felt something strange and looked down to see Amy
was doing the same to Deb’s other leg. Both girls smiled at me as if I’d
just discovered a guilty secret. My heart gave a small leap and my cock
became hard almost at once. I was shocked by the strength and immediacy of
my reaction.

For a while we all played footsie under the water. At one point Amy
ran her foot all the way up to my crotch and against the front of my
swimsuit, feeling my still erect penis. She smiled knowingly as she
caressed it several times with her foot before taking it back. I looked at
Debbie and didn’t see any more jealousy in her eyes, but rather smouldering
passion. This hot tub was getting hotter by the minute.

Deb moved over by Amy and touched her, under the water. Amy responded
and I watched as they caressed each other, slowly, sensuously. I watched in
amazement as Deb’s hand slid down Amy’s back and slipped into the rear of
her bikini bottom to caress her ass underneath. Amy was returning the favor
as best she could with Deb’s one-piece. They moved closer together and
their mouths met and I cleared my throat loudly.

Both girls looked at me as if shaken from a dream. I said, “I really
hate to interrupt but we ARE in direct view of about 40 different
apartments out here…”

Debbie back off across the tub so fast she slipped and would have gone
under if I hadn’t caught her. Amy was looking around wildly trying to spot
any faces in the windows. They were both blushing bright red and I didn’t
blame them. It was about time we got out, anyway.

We toweled off on the concrete, maintaining careful decorum all the
while, and dripped our way back to Debbie’s apartment. On the landing, Amy
said, “You know, I’ve been thinking, is there really any need to change
back to our clothes?”

Of course I didn’t get it right off, and said, “We can’t wear these
suits in the house. What will we wear?” Amy stared at me until the meaning
sunk in. “Oh.”

We piled in through the door and Deb and I headed for the master bath
while Amy made for the spare. In the master bathroom we peeled our suits
off and jumped in the shower together, washing each other. I ran my soapy
hands up and down her slick body and she moaned in pleasure. “Excited?” I
asked.

“Yessss…” she replied in a breathy voice. Then she rinsed off and
she sopaed me up, taking a little extra time at my cock, which stood
straight out stiff as a board. Then she rubbed up against me, her hard pink
nipples brushing my chest as my slippery cock pressed against her lower
belly. We held each other like that for a moment before we broke and
showered the rest of the soap away.

As we dried ourselves I took advantage of our last private moment and
asked, “How are you feeling about all this?”

She paused for a moment, reflecting. “I… don’t know. Back in the tub
I shocked myself. The attraction was incredible! I’d never felt like that
before… except with you.” She hesitated, blushing. “But now that we’re
alone together I feel… intimidated again. I’m so glad you’re here to
share this.” She threw her arms around me in a ferocious hug. I hugged her
back, enjoying the affection. It was a very special and tender moment, and
I’ll always remember it.

Finally we had dallied long enough. Suits and towels were hung up and
we stood at the door, nude, ready to go out and face whatever there was to
face. Debbie swallowed hard and nodded, and I opened the door.

I poked my head out but the hall was empty. I walked out carefully,
feeling as naked as I was, wondering where the hell Amy went. Deb followed
close behind, hands on my shoulders, using me to hide behind. People can be
so damn silly sometimes, and I had to smile at the though. We both almost
jumped out of our birthday suits when a familiar voice rang out from the
bedroom at the end of the hall. “There you are! I was beginning to wonder
if you’d gone on without me.”

Amy stepped out into the hall and leaned against the doorway, her hand
on one bare hip, smiling. True to her word, she too was nude. Those
magnificent breasts hung gorgeously free, large pink nipples begging to be
touched and caressed. She kept herself in good shape, and it showed in her
well toned form. The dark triangle of her pubic hair was a sharp contrast
to her light skin, making her seem somehow more naked as if that were
possible. I took her in from head to toe unabashedly, and she did the same
to me. This girl was definitely not shy anymore.

Deb was still hiding behind me, peeking over my shoulder. I reached
back and put an arm around her to bring her out beside me. The time for
modesty was long past. Amy sized her up with a definitely aroused gleam in
her eye. Deb was almost shrinking away from her, though. I realized that,
unlike the tub scene, this was not spontaneous, and and she had had time to
think about things and the warring impulses scared her. With my hand on her
shoulder I felt her starting to shiver. This was not going well.

Amy apparently reached the same comclusion as I did. She walked
towards us, hips swaying seductively, and took each of us by the hand. In a
low, seductive voice, she said, “Let’s go in the bedroom and get
comfortable with each other.”

We sat down on Deb’s big double bed, Deb and I at the head while Amy
settled at the foot, her legs folded under her in a classic pose. Her skin
seemed to glow in the dim light from the bedstand lamp. I was more
concerned about Debbie, though. She was still shivering under my arm and
her muscles were tensed, like a frightened doe getting ready to bolt. I
didn’t even think about what I did next. I moved behind her and placed my
hands on her shoulders and began kneading the muscles with strong, slow
strokes. After a moment she closed her eyes and leaned back against me,
letting out a huge sigh. The shivering stopped.

Quietly the three of us talked, not saying anything important, as I
massaged and stroked and caressed Deb on her shoulders, back, and sides. I
was careful to avoid touching anything overtly sexual, as I was intent on
relaxation, not excitement.

Finally I moved back to the side of the bed and let Debbie lay against
a pillow. She silently thanked me with half-lidded eyes. Whatever was to
happen next, it was up to Amy. Much as it bothered me, this was something I
couldn’t do.

Amy knelt at Deb’s feet and took one of her hands. She held it in both
of hers, gently caressing it. After a moment she slid her hands up Deb’s
arm, slowly, deliberately, letting her get used to another woman’s touch.
“How does that feel?” she asked in a voice that was almost a whisper.

“Gooooood…” Debbie sighed, revelling in the sensation.

Amy’s hands moved up to caress her neck, then her face. Debbie closed
her eyes in a smile of pure pleasure, tilting her head up as Amy brushed
under her chin. Then Amy leaned forward and planted a small, gentle kiss on
her cheek. Deb let a small moan escape.

Then Amy moved her hands downward, stroking her shoulders, and her
sides. Then up Deb’s belly to her breasts. She cupped one in each hand and
massaged them very gently, rubbing her thumbs across her erect nipples.
Debbie let out a surprised gasp and arched her back under Amy’s touch. “Oh
Goddd…”

This was by far the most erotic thing I had ever seen in my life and
my penis jutted stiffly up from my lap. I touched it gently with my
fingers, enjoying the sensations I was feeling down there as well.

Amy moved her hands down further, down Deb’s belly and sides, over the
gentle curve of her hips and down the length of her thighs. Then back up
again, this time running over her golden fur. Deb’s legs parted like water
and her hips thrusted upwards at the touch.

Amy leaned forward again, and this time kissed Debbie full on the
mouth. Her lips lingered, and I saw them part as her tongue darted out and
between Debbie’s lips. This turned into a deep, passionate french kiss as
Debbie wrapped her arms around Amy, crushing her to her.

They moved down on the bed, Amy lying on top, and their arms and legs
intertwined in a fluid tango of passion. Deb’s breath was coming in little
gasps as Amy moved her mouth downward, briefly tracing her collarbone and
over the curve of her right breast. She circled her tongue around the hard
pink nipple before taking it in her mouth and gently sucking it between her
teeth. Debbie arched her back again and let out a loud groan as she slid
her hands down Amy’s back and gripped her ass tightly.

Amy worked on the one breast for a moment, then switched to the other
one as Deb’s moans and gasps became more frantic. I was actively stroking
myself, keeping myself just below the threshold of orgasm. If I wasn’t very
careful, I would ejaculate and probably shower them both. The last thing I
wanted to do was interrupt things now.

Amy was moving again, down Deb’s belly in a series of licks and small
kisses. She ran her tongue through Deb’s golden bush, tracing a little
circle and then moving straight down between her thighs, deep into the
cleft of her pussy.

Debbie’s moans became cries as she thrust her pelvis up and down, but
gently so as not to interrupt what Amy was doing. She put a hand to her
mouth to stifle herself but it was a losing battle as her movements became
more and more frantic and her cries got louder.

Finally her hips arched as high as they could possibly go and she
almost screamed “Oh God, I’m cominggggg…” through her hand as every
muscle locked in ultimate pleasure. For a long, long moment it lasted
before she finally came down, panting like a marathon runner. Tears were
running freely down her cheeks.

Amy planted a last, gentle kiss on Deb’s quivering pussy and then
crawled back up to lay face to face with her, arms wrapped around each
other like long-time lovers. And they rested.

After a moment I moved to snuggle up on Deb’s other side. My raging
erection pressed against her hip and she stroked it indifferently.

How did I feel at the moment? Jealous. I just watched my girlfriend
get the fuck of her life from another woman, in a way I could never do.
Sure, I could do the same things but it wouldn’t be the same. I felt very
inadequete. It didn’t help that I was exceedingly horny and Debbie seemed
quite fucked out for the night. She took her hand off my cock and caressed
Amy’s breast, feeling its texture and weight. She explored the nipple,
which grew hard under her touch as Amy looked on.

Then Debbie sighed contentedly. “My God. I never thought it would be
this intense. This was something I think I really needed.” She wiped at the
still damp tears on her cheeks. “Jeez, I’m crying…” She said in quiet
amazement.

My cock had wilted at the feelings that were raging inside me.
Watching their girlfriend make love with another woman was a fantasy of
many men, including me, or so I thought. But I was now feeling jealous and
hurt and a little betrayed. I might not have hurt so bad except more than
once I had heard Deb moan “I love you!” in the heat of her passion. I began
to worry she might even leave me for this woman.

Debbie whispered something I didn’t catch in Amy’s ear and she nodded
silently. They lay together a moment longer, savoring the warmth, and then
Amy leaned up on her elbow and caught my eye.

“Wanna play?”

Shocked, my breath caught in my throat. I glanced down at Debbie and
she was looking at me. In her eyes I saw only love and not the slightest
trace of jealousy. Instantly I felt ashamed of myself. I struggled with
myself for a long moment and finally decided “Sure.”

Amy got up and walked around the bed to perch on my side. I lay back
as she caressed my chest in slow, silken movements. The hand moved down my
belly and toyed with my pubic hair. She said softly, “The first time I saw
you erect I was amazed at how big you were. Debbie’s been selfish, keeping
you all to herself so long…” Amy bent down to my stiffening penis and
placed it in her mouth, slowly working it with her tongue. Within a moment
I was completely hard again.

Now, I am not bragging when I say I am big. It’s just the truth. Many
women had discovered this with delight, but it has had a couple of problems
as well. Oral sex is one. Most women could only get their mouths about
halfway down its length, and usually their jaw muscles tired out long
before I was able to come. As a result I never had enjoyed receiving oral
sex that much.

But Amy managed to change that.

I watched in quiet astonishment as Amy slowly lowered her mouth on my
cock, inch by agonizing inch, until her nose was buried in my pubic hair.
For a long moment she held it there as I savored the feeling of my entire
cock in her mouth before she let it out. Then she plunged it in again,
flicking her tongue across the underside as she went. The feeling was
incredible.

I looked over and saw that Debbie was watching me with half-lidded
eyes. She placed a hand on my chest and slowly caressed it. Amy continued
plunging my cock deep into her mouth as I stroked her hair gently. I could
feel the pleasant pressure building at the base of my cock and I made her
stop.

I pulled her up on top of me and kissed her deeply, our tongues
intertwining in our mouths. My hands explored her back and sides, grabbing
her ass tightly as she thrust her hips against my cock. I traced my mouth
lightly along her jawline and down to the hollow of her throat as she
tilted her head back to allow me freer access. I encountered a hand on the
way down to her breast and saw that Deb was already fondling her, rubbing
her thumb across the hardening nipple. I sucked her other nipple instead.

Amy’s breath was rapidly quickening into throaty moans at our touches.
Her hips were grinding against mine in slow, sinuous rhythem. My hand
glided down over her ass and between her thighs to stroke her wet pussy.
Her moans became much louder as her whole body jerked in time with my
caresses.

Finally she could stand it no longer. She moved forward and lowered
herself on my throbbing cock. She was so wet that I slid in in one long,
wet movement to bury myself deep into her body. Deb was sitting up in a
crosslegged position beside us and stroking us both as Amy and I thrust our
hips together. Her movements quickly became frantic as her moans turned
into cries, loud and sharp.

I came first. My whole cock became electrified with pleasure and my
hips arched up hard enough to raise her off the bed, ramming my cock as
deep as possible as the pleasure exploded, pumping my seed deep into her
body.

She came a bare second later, as my orgasm pushed her over the edge.
Her nails dug deep into my shoulders as every muscle locked tight with a
sharp scream.

An endless, timeless moment as we both froze, sharing a pleasure that
overwhelmed all else and transcended ourselves. For that brief, awesomely
beautiful moment, we were as one. Then slowly, slowly we relaxed as Amy
lowered herself on top of me. Deb laid her head on Amy’s back, still slowly
stroking her.

We lay together for a long time, enjoying the warm, loving afterglow.
Amy moved off of me and I had a woman on each side. Debbie kissed me and
said softly, “That was a scene of consummate beauty. And I wasn’t jealous.”
I kissed her back. Then I kissed Amy for good measure.

Eventually exhaustion overtook us and we slept, arms still around each
other…

The next morning was a little awkward, but not very. We had spent the
night, not havign sex, but making love, and it had left its mark upon us. I
found myself caring for both of these women, and felt no jealously when
they exchanged a long kiss. I no longer felt shut out, because there was
love enough to go around. For all of us.

Amy left a little while later after breakfast. We all exchanged hugs
and Deb and I watched arm in arm as Amy got into her car and drove off.
Back inside, Deb gave me another hug that lasted for a long, long time. “I
love you.” she whispered against my chest. “I love you both.”

We all had busy schedules, so opportunities to get together were rare.
I slept with them seperately sometimes, and sometimes they slept together
without me. But it was by far the best when the three of us all got
together, and often our lovemaking sessions lasted through the night and we
greeted the dawn with bleary eyes and satiated bodies. As love affairs went
it was surely unique.

Eventually we all went our seperate ways. Amy moved to Seattle and
eventually married. I hoped her husband had an open mind. Deb still lives
in town and we sometimes get together for coffee. Not often, because she is
concentrating on her career and has very little free time.

As for myself, I get by. There’s been other women since, but I still
miss the warmth and tenderness we three had shared. I can only hope I will
find something like that again someday.

Breaking the torrid kiss, Paul stepped back away from me and whispered
for me to hold my dress up over my hips so everyone could see. I felt so
helpless as my hands moved quickly to do what he said. I had no control over
anything I did. There I stood, my panties pulled down, totally exposed to
everyone around me.

I was really scared and tried to back away from him but he was too
strong. He kissed me tenderly and his warm hands clung to my ass. I didn’t
know what to do. I tried to break away but his probing tongue was very
insistent. He slipped his tongue between my lips and toyed with my tongue,
kissing me deeply. My arms were locked around his neck, making me very
vulnerable. His hands clung to me, sliding smoothly over the soft back of my
dress. Being on the high heels, I was always a little off-balance and Paul
used that, forcing me to hang on to him or else I would fall.

After about 30 minutes of small-talk, she suddenly asked
me if I would rub some suntan lotion on her back. Trying to
hide my excitement, I agreed. She turned on her stomach,
and unstrapped her top. I began rubbing the lotion up
around her neck, and slowly worked my way down, . Her skin
was soft and sexy, and her tan was very dark. I found my
hands wandering off of her back, around towards her breasts,
but she gently guided them back to where they started,
whispering “LATER”..I continued down her sensuous back, until
I reached her ass. I leaned closer, staring at it in
awe. It was a piece of art. I longed to guide my cock in
between her buns, but I managed to resist. I jumped past
her gorgeous ass, down to her long, sexy legs. I took my
time there. Finally, I reached her feet. She wore purple
nail polish on her toes, and I was so horny that even this
began to turn me on. When I was completely done, she asked
me if I would go back to her beach house for some lunch.
I agreed, but lunch was not what I was hoping for!

When we got there, she asked if I would like to take a
shower first..I thought that she meant with her, but we ended
up taking separate showers…She made hamburgers for
lunch, and as we were eating, she began to run her toes up and
down my leg under the table. Then she lifted her foot as high
as my crotch, and started to gently rub my shaft with her toe
The two of us quickly swallowed what was left of lunch, and
she led me to her bedroom.. We both quickly stripped, and
she sank to her knees and began sucking my swelled rod.

She deep throated me, and I came. She swallowed with a
smile and lay down on the bed, motioning for me to eat
her pussy. I assure you that it was a very sweet and
juicy desert. Then we got into the 69 position, and enjoyed
one another at the same time. Finally, she pulled me
on top of her, and guided my rod into her hot, steaming
cunt. The rest of the day was spent making mattress magic.

moved into the house next door to us. They are both in their late 20s

and we in our early 30s. My husband Jim goes fishing with Paul and

Jill and I will go shopping or go to a movie. We usually spend at

least some time with them every weekend just hanging out. Paul is a

very attractive Italian who could have any woman he wanted. Jill and

I have similar features. We are both petite blondes and we dress

similar. We are both pretty attractive, but Jill has larger breasts

than me – about twice my size. My husband is an all American good

looking guy, but he is starting to put on a little around the waist.

I used to consider myself pretty conservative sexually. And I surely

would have never thought that Jill was much different from me. In all

the times we’ve been together, we’ve had some risquО conversations,

but nothing that would make me believe that she is such a sexual

person. It was not until one night when we were at her house that I

discovered just how sexual she really is.

This one particular weekend, we were over at their house drinking more

heavily than usual and enjoying their new Jacuzzi. The rum drinks

Jill was serving along with the hot water was making me feel a little

lightheaded, but I did not mind. I was also feeling really relaxed.

I’ve always been attracted to Paul’s handsome looks and tan body, but

I also found myself strangely attracted to Jill. I kept catching

myself starting at her breasts which were barely contained by her

skimpy suit top. The water was warm, but the night air chilly and her

nipples visibly protruded. I broke into the conversation with a

proclamation that I did not think it fair that guys get to swim

topless and women have to cover their breasts, just because men have a

silly fascination for them. Of course, Paul and Jim did not have

any objections if we wanted to take our tops off. Jill immediately

flung her top off and onto the deck. My eyes focused on her breasts

and I was shocked at how attracted I was to them. I felt an urge to

go over and touch them, but I obviously was not going to act on it.

Jill did not seem to mind having my husband stare at her tits and she

was pretty relaxed. Jim told me it was my turn, and seeing as how

Jill had no problem, I slid down until my top was underwater and took

it off. I then threw it on the deck. I teased the guys by coming

partially out of the water just to the point where my nipples were

obscured by the bubbly surface of the water. The guys were egging me

on to rise up out of the water and I did but nervously covered my

breasts with my hands. Then I did something that even shocked me – I

started to play with my breasts. I would never have done this in

front of anyone else, but the alcohol was taking over and letting me

be more of a tease than I normally am. Paul reached over and cupped

his wife’s one breast and played with her nipple a bit, but then he

stopped when I stopped touching myself.

I think the guys did not want to embarrass us too much more for fear

that we would put our tops back on, so the conversation was changed to

more mundane topics. It was time for more drinks, so the guys

volunteered to go into the kitchen to make more and bring out snacks.

My body got a tingly feeling watching Paul dry himself off and I

started to imagine him and Jill having sex, all the while talking to

Jill and trying not to be obvious about the staring. But my eyes just

kept going from Jill’s breasts to Paul’s entire body.

Once the guys were gone, I moved to the center of the Jacuzzi. Jill

and I talked about how good it feel to be going topless and how the

guys did not carry on about it. Jill then reached under the water and

came up with her bottom in her hand. She hid it under her top that

was on the deck and said the guys will never know. I decided to join

her in going completely nude and stood up to try and get my bottom

off. I was pretty drunk and could barely stand up. When I had them

down around my knees, I started to fall back. I fell back onto Jill

and she caught me in her arms. She was as drunk as I and we both were

giggling like little school children. As I lay back in her arms, I

reached down and started tugging at my suit bottom to get it off.

Jill then began using her fingers to play with my nipples, which

really got my attention. I got my bottom off and lost it in the

Jacuzzi, but I was not going to search for it. Having Jill touch my

breasts felt great and I gave her some feedback by relaxing more into

her body. She really began feeling my breasts up and we were both

getting really turned on. She scooted back on the seat and I pushed

my back up against her breasts as I edged myself up on the seat too.

She began kissing my neck and ears as both hands continued to caress

my tits. My nipples were hard as stones and she’d occasionally scoop

some warm water up onto them. My moans grew louder and louder and I

began to moved my entire body in a slow circular motion feeling her

breasts against my back.

I kind of lost track of time from being drunk and what was going on,

but I could still barely see the guys through the kitchen window

making drinks. Then, Jill did what I was anticipating, what I was

yearning for her to do. She slowly moved one hand down my stomach.

Her movement was so slow and intentional as to cause me to inch my

body upward. Her hand stopped just as she touched my hair. Then she

played with my vaginal hair and touched just about everywhere around

the sides of my full lips. I spread my legs wide apart. I could not

stand it any longer, I wanted her to touch me so badly. Using my

hands, I spread my vagina apart and waited for her fingers. Just as I

thought I could not take it any more and was going to have to touch

myself, she began exploring me with both hands. The feeling was

fantastic, and the fact that this was my first time with a woman was

not even in my head. It did not matter at all. At that point in

time, I only wanted her to continue touching me until I came. And it

did not take long.

Jill pushed me gently up and guided me so that I was kneeling on one

of the seats and resting my elbows on the edge of the Jacuzzi. I had

my ass sticking up out of the water right in front of her. She slowly

inserted several fingers into me and used her other hand to rub my

clit. She started slowly thrusting her fingers in and out and then

quickened the pace as my groans turned to loud screams. I could bend

my neck down and peer down my stomach and see her hands working their

magic. It felt amazing. She let one finger slide up and explore my

ass hole which brought me over the edge. I started to cum and scream

just as the guys were arriving back.

Amazingly, I did not feel at all embarrassed. My husband and I have

had many fantasies about being with other couples or us being with

another woman, and he always assured me that if I ever wanted to

explore with another woman that he would have no problems with it.

This is possibly the reason I did not care about what Jim or Paul were

thinking. I just lay there with my head on the deck thinking this was

one of the most erotic moments I’ve ever had, and by some comparisons,

it was pretty tame.

My husband was a little upset actually, but not by what had just

happened, but because we did not wait for them. I regained my

strength and Jill and I stood up and kissed each other for a second.

Jill mentioned that it was her turn and joked that the guys could

watch this time. We all agreed to go inside. Jill and I got out of

the Jacuzzi and started to dry off. I noticed my husband had his eyes

fixed on Jill as she dried herself off. And she was giving him an me

an erotic show. Both Jim and Paul could not hide how excited they

were through the skimpy swim trunks.

We found ourselves, drinks in hand, sitting on the living room floor.

Jill and I had towels around our bottoms and the guys still had their

swimming trunks on. They still were rock hard and I knew that sooner

or later I was going to get to see Paul completely naked and that

excited me. But then my attention was turned back to Jill as she took

off her towel and moved next to me. She began playing with my breasts

again and kissing me. From this point on, I can’t remember any words

being spoken the rest of the night. Even as drunk as I was, I felt

very observant of my surroundings and everything that was going on. I

started kissing Jill and returning the favor by touching her breasts.

They felt great in my hands and I rolled her firm nipples between my

fingers. We were open mouth kissing for a while and then I slowly

leaned over and began sucking on her hard nipples. It was as good for

me as it was for her and I could now understand what my husband liked

so much about it. Having Jills nipple in my mouth had a highly erotic

effect on me and I started craving all of her. I reached down and

felt between her legs. Her soft furry mound was sticky wet and she

opened her legs to allow me a better feel. I slid a couple fingers up

and down between her lips and the juices were flowing like a faucet.

I thought she might be coming, but she was not.

Jill had been leaning her back against a sofa, but she got up and sat

down on the sofa, leaving me on the floor. She pulled her feet up on

the seat with her legs spread wide and this gave me an incredible view

of her cunt. I got up on my knees and positioned my head between her

legs. I slowly began licking her legs and all around her cunt. I

kept this up for a minute or two until she could barely stand it any

longer. Using my hands I opened her up wide and gently and slowly

licked from her ass hole up over her lips. All I could think was how

amazing it was and that the taste was incredible. I was now thrusting

my tongue in and out and sucking on her clit. I was thinking of what

my husband does to me and was trying to do the same.

I slid my index finger inside Jill, then two. She was so wet I could

have probably gotten more inside her easily. Her juices and my saliva

were continuously dripping down to the crack in her ass. I let a

finger run down and slide into her ass hole and got a very good

reaction. I deliberately did not concentrate on her clit because I

wanted this to last a while. My licking and touching were very slow

and gentle. I began realizing just how wet I was getting. I still

had my towel wrapped around me but I could feel my juices leaking out

and going down my leg.

I looked up to take a breath and saw that Jim was naked and touching

himself while watching us. I immediately turned my head to the

direction where I remember Paul and he was kneeling on the floor naked

and stroking his hard cock. His dick was nearly identical in size to

my husbands, and it was gleaming from being all wet. Our eyes met and

I gave him a smile, licked my lips and then continued licking his

wife.

I could tell Paul was now moving toward me and felt his presence

behind me. A quick glance at Jill told me she was watching him come

to me. His hand reached under my towel and he started rubbing the

inside of my leg. I knew he could feel my wetness and he rubbed

little circles on my leg while going up and down. He pushed my legs

farther apart and continued moving his fingers up my leg, but

reversing direction just before getting to my cunt. It was driving me

wild, and I was thrusting my body down when his hand got near. He

used both hands, slowly working his way up higher and higher each

time. Finally, he reached my cunt and gently started rubbing his

fingers in between the lips. I could feel that my cunt was very wet

and enlarged and his fingers were exploring every inch. He finally

took the towel off from around my waist and I felt him moving closer.

I was anticipating his hard cock would penetrate me at any moment, but

he surprised me. Instead, with fingers still exploring my cunt, he

began licking my ass hole. Instinctively I began licking Jills. Paul

would lick from my ass down to my clit and back, stopping momentarily

to push his tongue inside me.

Then I noticed Jim climb up on the sofa next to Jill and he was still

rubbing his cock. I’ve watched my husband masturbate many times

before, but it was more thrilling seeing him do it in front of another

woman. Jill immediately reached over and took over for him. I

stopped licking her and just used my fingers so that I could watch her

touch my husband. She motioned like she wanted to take him in her

mouth, but she could not do it in their current positions. So Jim got

up on his knees and moved right next to her side. She first squeezed

and pulled to get all his liquid to come out and then she licked it

off with the tip of her tongue. Then she thrust it into her mouth and

started giving him the wildest head I’ve ever seen. She used her hand

to pump his dick in and out of her mouth. I started to thrust my two

fingers in and out of Jill in time with Jims dick in and out of her

mouth.

Then Paul stopped touching me and I felt his hands on my back and

could feel him moving his body next to mine. His hard dick rubbed

against my leg and left a wet mark and I started to get anxious for

him to be inside of me. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to

have his dick spewing hot cum inside of me. He rubbed his cock up and

down my ass and then rubbed it in circular motions at the entrance of

my cunt. I reached under with my hand and guided his dick inside me.

Paul slide it in so slowly that I never thought the initial thrust

would stop. He then pulled out as slowly as he’d gone in. He

continued this amazingly slow pace for a while and I would tighten my

muscles each time he was fully inside.

I was still watching my husband and I could tell he was getting close

to the edge. A second later he was cuming in Jill’s mouth. She let

his cum run out of her mouth without stopping the thrusting in and

out. Jim collapsed on the sofa next to her. She was seductively

wiping the cum off her face and I began to concentrate on her again.

I started to suck on her clit and within a minute, she was over the

edge and I could feel her cum. Her muscles contracted around my

fingers and her juices poured out. She also collapsed on the sofa and

leg her legs dropped down.

Now I could really begin to enjoy having Paul inside me. He was still

going at this unbelievably slow pace, but I started moving back and

forth a bit faster. He got the hint and stopped moving totally and

let me control the rhythm. He reached one hand down and began

touching my clit and slid another finger in my ass which started my

ascent to the top. He actually came first, and when I felt his dick

pulsating and heard his moans, I started to cum too. It was the most

intense and long lasting orgasm I’ve ever had. (Since then, I’ve

repeated these intense orgasms with my husband and we attribute it to

very long foreplay).

Paul got up and freshened up our drinks. Jim came over and gave me a

very deep kiss and he looked down at my cunt. A large amount of

Paul’s cum was seeping out and Jim started rubbing it around. I could

not believe how turned on I still was, especially after such an

incredible orgasm. Jill was laid full out on the sofa and was

touching herself with a piece of ice from her drink. Paul put down

his drink and went over to his wife. He climbed on top of her in the

69 position and they started at it like newlyweds. Jim and I just

stared at the erotic show going on as he continued rubbing my cunt.

After a moment of watching Jill and Paul, I could not it any longer.

I leaned down and started to give Jim a blowjob. He moved me on my

back and climbed on top of me in the 69 position also. Obviously he

did not mind the taste of Paul’s cum because he was eating me out like

never before. On the sofa, I could hear Jill and Paul were getting

closer and closer to coming again. Jim must have taken a lesson from

Paul because while he was licking me, he slid a finger back and forth

over my ass. I did the same for him and got an immediate reaction.

Then, it sounded like Paul was coming. I looked over and could see he

was not in Jill’s mouth anymore but she was stroking him just as I was

stroking Jim. I watched as he came all over her face and she tried to

direct it to her mouth. Then she kept on sucking him.

I put Jim back in my mouth and was using my hand at the same time. I

wanted him to cum like Paul had. I’ve never let Jim cum in my mouth

and he always warns me before coming. His moans let me know that he

was about to cum, so I took him out of my mouth and continued using my

hand. He came all over me and my hands were full of his cum. Some

got in my mouth and I was surprised at how good it tasted.

Paul and Jill came over on the floor next to us. Paul started playing

with my breasts and Jill helped Jim lick me. Seeing Jim and Jill with

their heads between my legs licking me and each others tongue was very

erotic. I could feel and see both of their tongues flickering in and

out of my cunt and ass. A little cum from Jim dripped into my mouth

and I started sucking his limp cock again. He was not getting hard,

but was enjoying the fact that he was in my mouth. I still had cum on

my hands and I rubbed in around Jims ass. Then I relaxed a bit and

could feel myself starting to cum. Their licking had stopped and they

were kissing each other but using their hands and fingers to rub my

clit. Once I came, Jill went back to lightly licking me and the

juices that were leaking. After that, we all fell asleep there on the

floor.

I was the first to wake up. Even though I was pretty drunk the night

before, I did not have a hangover. Looking at all of us naked there

on the floor and remembering what we’d done last night caused me to be

somewhat embarrassed. But that faded quickly as I admired Paul and

Jill’s bodies. Looking at Jim, I could tell he was obviously having a

dream because he was fully hard. Next, Jill woke up, got a couple of

robes for us and then we went in the kitchen to make coffee. The guys

had a lot more to drink than we did and we figured they would be

asleep a bit longer. Jill and I talked about what had happened and

how incredible it was. Talking about it started my heart racing and I

began to wonder how in the world I could want more.

As I went to pour a second cup, Jill came up behind me. She commented

on how great my breasts felt and then reached her hands around me and

started massaging them. Wow, this was like last night in the Jacuzzi

except we were not drunk now and that made it feel more exciting. I

turned around and we kissed and caressed each others breasts. I let

my hands slide down her back and explore her nice tight ass. I used

my hands to spread her cheeks apart and rub them up and down. Then

she moved her hand to my already wet cunt and slid a finger inside of

me. I began touching her clit as our tongues continued to play with

each other. Jill helped lift me up on the table and I thought she was

going to use her tongue, but she didn’t. She reached into the pocket

of her robe and pulled out a small thin vibrator. Unlike ones I’d

seen in porn movies, this one was not too big, but was smaller than

Jim. She turned it on and I laid back and let her slide it inside me.

She slid it slowly in and out reminiscent of the way Paul had fucked

me last night. She then would move it in little circles and pull it

out and rub it up and down my slit and ass. It was an amazing

feeling. The vibration when she touched it to my clit was like

nothing I’d felt before. After a few moments, she slid it back inside

of me and used her tongue to rub my clit until I came. I just laid

there on the kitchen table for a few minutes, with the vibrator still

inside of me. I reached down and took it out with every intention of

using it on Jill, but she had gone.

I got off the table and she was leaning in the doorway watching the

guys sleeping on the floor. I walked over and she pointed out the

obvious fact that Jim was having a sexual dream. “Why don’t we go and

make his dream real?” she said. I was literally now too exhausted to

have any more sex and just wanted more coffee, and I told her so. But

she acted as if she did not hear me or did not care. She dropped her

robe and walked over to Jim. She sat on top of him and slide his dick

inside of her. She started fucking him hard and he immediately woke

up. I was curious as to what his reaction would be, and it was as if

we were still going strong from last night. He did not act surprised

at all. I had a seat on the sofa and watched as my friend fucked my

husband. Instead of being jealous or shocked, I was enjoying it.

Then Paul woke up and came to realize what was happening. I watched

as his dick started to grow and get hard within seconds of watching

his wife and Jim screwing. He looked at me but did not come over.

Perhaps he could tell I wanted to enjoy the show. Paul moved in

closer to get a good look at his wife’s ass going up and down on Jim’s

shaft. Jill obliged him by laying herself down over Jim. Even I got

a great view of Jill’s gorgeous ass and the penetration. Her body is

so beautiful and the rythym she and Jim had going was better than any

sex scenes in movies. Paul positioned himself behind Jill and in

between Jim’s legs. Paul rubbed his dick all over Jill’s ass and she

slowed her thrusting down to a slow pace to accommodate him. She then

stopped to let Paul slide into her ass. He went in a little so that

just the tip was inside of her. Then he began moving with her

continued thrusting so that he did not fall out.

Paul came fist and when he pulled out, his cum ran down Jill’s ass and

dripped onto my husbands dick. He started using his hands to rub it

back into her ass and then all around her cunt. She kept fucking him

pretty hard and I could tell by his moans that he was just a few

minutes away from cuming. Then Jill did another one of her things

that totally caught me off guard and made me think that maybe this was

not their first time. She got off Jim and turned around and 69ed him.

He was fucking her mouth and licking every inch of the area between

her legs. He licked up Paul’s cum and later told me it was not bad,

as I had discovered. When you get four people all having sex with

each other, cum and juices get everywhere and I think adds to the

eroticism. Jill came first, but it did not slow her down. She’d

occasionally take Jims dick out of her mouth and slowly lick the

outside all the way down to the underside of his balls. Then she’d

lick the head as if it were an ice cream cone. Then, as she was

slowly licking the very tip of his dick while using her hand to stroke

his shaft up and down, Jim came. She thrust his dick back in her

mouth and let him finish cuming. She licked him clean and got off.

She strutted over to me on the sofa and told the boys there was coffee

in the kitchen.

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