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

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

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

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

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

“You read much horror?” I asked her.

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

“You read much horror?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I just barely breathed “very much.”

“Good.” She returned to her book.

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

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

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

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

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..

to the paint if I did. I wanted to keep the amount of explaining I had to do to

a minimum. His right hand continued to knead my breasts but his left hand slid

down my stomach touching every inch of skin it could until it came to rest in my

pubic hair. His hand began to stroke the outside of my pubes. This was driving

me crazy. I wanted to lie down and demand that he fuck me; I wanted him to put

his fingers in me, to touch my clit, to make me come. J kept up this slow tease,

bringing me higher and higher with each stroke, each passing second. I felt his

right hand slide around my back and grab one cheek. I wrapped my arms around

him, kissing his mouth and cheeks as he began to rub my well oiled clit. He

began to finger fuck me, but not in the way I’d imagined. He slid two fingers

into me in the back. His left hand continued to rub my clit as his hand took

full and complete possession of my bottom. Standing up, in my own kitchen,

covered with oil, J’s hand controlling my sex and my ass, I came. J held me until

I could stand without assistance. He got me a glass of water. As I drank it, I

began to really want the bathroom for more than one reason. J looked at me. “I

guess we should get you cleaned up, huh?” As I began to agree with him he took a

blindfold out of somewhere and put it on me. It was one of those sleep masks

that with two hole would have looked wonderful on the Lone Ranger. I felt him

clip a leash onto my collar and follow that with the click of my hands being

cuffed behind my back. Like I said, I really wasn’t prepared for what he had in

mind with the oil.

Have you ever been blindfolded and moved around? It is very disorienting, worse

even than walking in a dark room. When you walk in a dark room, you are making

the decisions about where you are going. Being led around makes it much more

difficult. I’m sure J took me on several extra turns as well because I was

surprised when the breeze hit me. It was a warm night. I could feel the wood of

the deck on my bare feet. It was well past sundown. We do have a fence that

blocks the view from the other houses, but there’s a world of difference between

taking your top off after you’ve looked around in the daylight and being blind

and suddenly finding your naked body on a leash outside. The breeze felt good.

He led me to a place on the fence that he’d obviously scoped before because he

was able to find it so quickly. The cuffs had some way of making the links

between them longer, and he used that to put my hands around a slat in the fence,

causing me to have to bend over. He shoved my feet back and apart and then left

me there. I mean, get the picture; I’m naked, he has this mask on me so I have

no idea of what is going on. If something happens I’m chained to my fence. I’m

covered in oil so I’m sure I looked like a refugee from a jello wrestling

competition. I can’t hear his footsteps on the grass, so he may be staring at me

or he may have gone home. I couldn’t decide whether I was turned on or freaked

out. The water that hit my back wasn’t all that cold, it was just a surprise. He

had brought up our hose and proceeded to hose me down with it. Then he begins

washing me with this large sponge. It was fairly soft, but stiff enough to make

me very aware of where ever it was as it moved along. He started on my left

calf. He worked his way up my leg, spending quite a bit of time on my thighs. I

moaned. I’d been moaning and yelling quite a bit up till he put the blindfold on

me, but that was inside. Now I was in this rather compromising position and I’d

started again. “You might want to keep quiet out here,” he said quietly, his hand

neglegently resting on my bottom. “I’m not sure I could unhook you and take you

…End of the part11. To be continued..

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..

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..

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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been a very touchy situation, happy to have found a new friend for these late-

night sessions. I walked up to the open sink and turned to thank her reflec-

tion for the silly courtesy.

My words caught in my throat. She was smiling directly at my reflection,

washing her hands, as if she were totally unaware that the front of her blouse

was fully open, her brassiere hanging limply inside. Though they were hardly

perfect for an X-rated movie, the two tender breasts that were half-exposed

were easily the best sight I’d seen all night.

“Like I said, I’m sorry I interrupted your mood.” Her wicked grin left only

the depth of her apology to the imagination. “Want to get back into it? My

stuff is in the batch queue, too.”

“God, I hope there’s a high load tonight!” I turned toward her.

“Tut, tut, Daniel! Wash your hands before you eat!”

That left one less question unanswered. I was stunned, totally stunned,

ready for just the short titillation and then privacy, or anything more

involved. Whee! A little midnight snack!

I washed my hands quite thoroughly, and Debbie came over to help me dry them.

Leading me back to the sinks, she hopped up to sit on one, and drew my head down

to taste her now-erect nipples. We let out complementary sighs of pleasure.

Her hands played over my hair, down the sides of my face, twirled a few random

beard hairs into my ear. As I warmed up to the task at hand, the hands wandered

inside my shirt, freeing one or two unnecessary buttons, softly stroking the mat

of black hair that grows there for no particular reason.

She found my left nipple and tweaked it playfully, giggling at my yelp. You

see, I have fantastically sensitive nipples for a guy. Any woman who can do a

credible job of sucking nipples can have me at full erection and half out of

control within five minutes. That’s how my second lover seduced me on our first

date. She started licking my chest, hit the nipples, and I was putty in her

hands. She took full advantage of the situation, and took me right there on the

couch in her law office, with the senior partner briefing his brains out three

offices away.

“You like, or is that a one-time-only?”

“I like, I melt, but get your requests in early. Too much stimulation, and

I’m good for nothing but being taken advantage of.”

“I’ll keep that in mind; wouldn’t want you to go away with eating properly.”

“Meaning?”

She hopped off the counter for a moment and opened her zipper. “I want to

get your beard all smelly. With your permission, of course.”

I’ve mentioned before that Debbie is not your classic lady who folds in two

places. However, beauty and ugly are only skin deep; we were about to get below

that level. Debbie is clean, decidedly of the sex opposite mine, and she has

…End of the part5. To be continued..

When I broke my right leg after being up at the resort for only a few
days, I thought the good times were finished. But after a day or
two, when all that was left of the skiing accident was my leg in a
cast, I started to get friendly with Elizabeth. Sleek and slender
with long auburn hair and cat-green eyes, she had the kind of boobs
that made my mouth go dry. Her ski sweater filled to over-flowing.

Everyone was out on the slopes, and Elizabeth and I were in my room,
laying in front of the fire. Elizabeth had her head nestled on my
shoulder and one leg over my cast. I inhaled the fragrance from her
hair, then I started to kiss her throat and her ear. She moaned
softly.

I slid my hand in the back of her sweater and slowly started to rub
her back. Elizabeth sighed and snuggled closer. I explored her silky
mouth with my tongue; when I found a sensitive spot, she responded
with a little shiver. Elizabeth sucked my tongue. I nibbled on her
lips, licked them, and they seemed to swell with passion.

I felt Elizabeth press her crotch against my cast. She murmured with
pleasure and pressed again, harder. I slipped my hand into her
panties, massaging and squeezing her. In slow, easy waves, Elizabeth
rubbed herself against my leg.

“This is heaven,” she whispered.

She stripped off her panties, and when I started to get up, she said,
“No, don’t move.” She snuggled against me again. Her pussy flashed a
bright pink – now I knew where the term “hot pink” came from – and
her clitoris stood out, wet and slick with her arousal. She dipped
her fingers into her lovehold and gave me a taste, letting me suck
her fingers clean.

Furiously now, Elizabeth began to hump my cast, jerking her hips up
and down, rubbing her love juice over me, grinding her clit into my
leg. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open in concentration. She
was panting, and her voice was a steady sing-song of passion.

A powerful orgasm soon shook her entire body. She gave a small
scream, her legs quivering. She twitched and pushed her spasming
pussy against my cast. “Oh, that’s so good,” she said. Later, after
she had gotten her breath back, she murmured, “Thank you.”

Since returning from the ski trip, Elizabeth has come over to my
place several times – and it is amazing how creative that girl is
with a cast!

–

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

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

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

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

***

“Here?” she asked.

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

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

to rip off her panties savagely.

“Oh, God.”

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

finger inside of her.

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

feels so good.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

jerked in a spasm of pleasure.

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

“What? NOW?”

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

“YOU bastard!”

“Later, perhaps?” he smiled.

“Yes,” she admitted.

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

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

husband huddling on the floor only six feet away.

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

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

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

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

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

Mrs. Belvoir !”

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

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

“Yes,” was her quiet sob.

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

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

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

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

“Beg ME,” Jerome ordered.

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

She couldn’t.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

slut of a wife,” Jerome concluded.

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

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

…End of the part20. To be continued..

“No……she hasn’t.”

Jerome turning to the pretty white wife smiled. “Why my dear… I thought that

you would tell your husband about your new master… and his new demands. Tell

your husband our little arrangement at the office Anna.”

Anna shifted nervously in her chair. She felt Jerome’s hand as it rested on her

knee.

“Mr. Bettis is my new supervisor at work Jim. He…… he has made my duties very

clear. I…. ah….” Anna tried to answer.

Anna felt the strong hand slide upper her upper thighs. It gripped her upper leg

in it’s vice like grip. “Don’t be shy Anna. You may tell your husband what your

punishment was this morning when you disobeyed my dress code.”

Anna’s wide emerald eyes turned toward her husband. She then hurriedly turned

back to Jerome’s stern black face. Looking down at the table she softly answered

her master’s question. “Jerome established a dress code for me. The dress I

wore today was not short enough and he……… He spanked me for disobeying

him, Jim…”

Jim sat at the table. His mouth was gaping open. He turned to Jerome, “You

spanked my wife ?” he asked astoundingly.

Jerome merely laughed at the white boy husband. He turned again to his

plaything, “Show your husband where I marked you Mrs. Belvoir.”

Anna shook her head……. “Please don’t make me Jerome…”

“Show your husband where I put my mark on you. You disobeyed me and you were

punished. Show him now or I will spank you again,” Jerome ordered. He was

becoming agitated at Anna’s disobedience. He looked at the husband…… the

husband was excited and he was……..frightened by the black man sitting at his

supper table.

“I want you to leave Mr. Bettis…NOW,” Jim ordered.

Jerome’s face hardened and he turned to look at the panicky husband. He reached

over the short distance separating the two men and savagely cuffed the husband on

the side of his head. The blow was a glancing blow and the impact didn’t draw

blood. Jim’s stunned eyes however summed up the dramatic change in the kitchen

of Mr. and Mrs. Jim Belvoir.

“You sit there and shut up. You speak again and you and I will retire to the

back yard and only one of us will return to be with your lovely wife. Do you

understand me white boy ?” Jerome sharply established.

Jim’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head. The sharp blow had deflated his ego in

…End of the part18. To be continued..

and sticking out at a ninety degree angle.

Anna spreads her long legs even more. She prys her sex apart and mocking him

again asks her husband, “Do you like my pink pussy Jim. HE liked my

pussy…..Don’t you want to suck my pussy ? Suck my pussy and I will tell

you….. You want to hear about it don’t you ? DON’T YOU ?”

Jim, unsure of his emotions finally got up off the bed and walked from the

bedroom with his wife’s panties still in his hands.

His wife laughed as he departed their bedroom. She let her index finger tease

her clit….. She then put on a fresh pair of panties and slipped on a tight

pair of jeans. Since her breasts still felt sensitive she decided to forego a

bra. Putting on a white cotton shirt she buttoned the front and slipped on a

pair of tennis shoes.

She re-entered the kitchen and busied herself with the preparation of supper.

Jim informed her that their eighteen year old daughter Alicia had called and

would not be home for supper. The menu was simple; broccoli cheese soup and

salad. The man and wife had just sit down to supper when the door chime rang.

Agitated, Jim got up and walked to the door. He opened the door without seeing

who was on the other side. It would be only his first mistake of this

evening……….

Jerome Bettis brusquely walked by the startled husband. He walked into the

kitchen and stood smiling at his startled assistant. Anna merely looked at the

unwelcome intruder… She could not speak. Her husband walked up behind the

muscular black man and asked him a simple question, “May I ask who you are ?”

Smiling Jerome turned to the befuddled husband. “Maybe your wife would like to

tell you who I am,” he stated.

Anna had dropped her gaze into the hot soup in front of her. She now looked up

and seen the puzzlement in her husband’s dumb founded face. “This is my new boss

Jim,” she softly said.

Her husband’s dull facial expression turned to one of apprehension.

Jerome turned to Anna’s husband and smugly asked, “Aren’t you going to invite me

to supper Mr. Belvoir ?”

Jim, somewhat befuddled simply stated, “Why of course….”

Mr. Jim Belvoir and his wife Anna were very anxious as the muscular black man sit

down at their table.

“Has Anna told you about me yet Mr. Belvoir ?” asked Jerome.

…End of the part17. To be continued..

carpeted floor. She had mercifully passed out from the large quantity of

alcohol.

The two black men looked at her pretty lean body. Their eyes naturally focused on

the vortex of her long pretty legs. Her swollen pussy lips could be seen under

her rumpled skirt. With each labored breath another rope like string of

Theodore’s sperm slid from her battered woman chute.

The lawyer and his client then finally got down to the business at hand.

Strangling one of the largest corporations in the country. Theodore had

accumulated a great deal of incriminating evidence and shared it freely with his

new attorney. The two ordered one of the more white boy junior attorneys to fetch

them lunch. They retrieved the gourmet lunch at the door. When Jerome looked out

into the spacious office he could tell that everyone was fascinated by what they

envisioned was happening behind locked doors.

Anna’s lack of sleep; brutal black fucking and excessive consumption of high

potency liquid fire allowed her tired mind and body to sleep restfully the rest

of the morning and afternoon.

She finally woke up at five thirty. The office was mercifully void of any of her

co-workers. Both Jerome and Theodore, his client had left several hours earlier.

They had locked his office door when they left; which kept out the prying eyes

of Anna’s fellow workers.

Anna’s head throbbed from the hang over. Her body ached from the brutal sex that

the two black men had casually helped themselves to. She convinced herself that

they had taken her by force; or by the seduction of alcohol. If that was the

case however; why did she feel so warm and mushy between her legs when she

relived the morning; or at least what she could remember of the morning in her

mind.

Anna carefully put her clothes back together. As she looked down at her new

expensive navy skirt she noticed the huge cum stain in the front. She couldn’t

see the similar stain just below her ass on the back of her skirt. Her nipples

hurt where Jerome had cruelly twisted them as she was in the throes of sexual

escastcy. Looking around the office she finally located her new lace wonder bra.

Her breasts were nearly rubbed raw and when she clasp the bra the tightness

caused her to feel the sensation. She walked behind the desk and retrieved

several Kleenex which she used to wipe the ever present cum from her

stockings….and her leaking pussy. As she daubed her swollen and stretched hole

the paper cloth soaked up the sticky black cum. She looked into the glass

bookcase and tried to straighten her long red hair. Her make up was streaked and

runny… She did the best that she could and was finally satisfied.

Anna reached down and pulled on her new shoes. She gathered her purse and

stopped at the heavy oak door. Gently she twisted the lock and pulled the large

door open very slowly. She looked out into the large reception area and was

relieved to discover that she was alone in the office; or so she thought. She

…End of the part15. To be continued..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

… warmed up? I couldn’t wait for him. I started coming and I was loud enough

to make it very clear to him what was happening. He started to pump faster and

faster into me, pushing me along as I came. As I came down, he slowed, but kept

up the basic rhythm. I was about to start working on him when he slid out. I

made another of those incoherent sounds that was clearly something like, “Don’t

take it away.” He didn’t. The son of a bitch slid it, all slicked up into my

bottom, without a word of warning, rubbing my clit the whole time.

Having him enter my bottom kind of changed my perspective. I knew that I’d end

up going down on him, but I didn’t know how far he’d take it. When he slid into

me and then pulled out only to slide into my bottom, I knew that there were no

limits to what would happen this weekend. I mean, he’d been here less than an

hour. I like being stimulated when my bottom is taken. J certainly did that.

He’d taken possession of my clit before he’d entered me at all and he’d never

given it up. Rather than just getting the stimulation from behind, it was as if

his cock was reaching through me to rub me there. It was pretty intense. It was

also a surprise. I didn’t really expect this. I know you’ll think that is very

naive of me, but that’s how I am. I was deeply embarrassed at having gotten

caught after saying that I’d go down on him. I kept trying to find a way of

sliding out of it. What were the odds of my losing all those hands? I’m a

flirt. I am good at that. I pat men on the bottom occasionally and sit on the

odd lap (OK, a lot of laps) but this was beyond the pale. I started coming almost

as soon as He entered me. Having that strong a sensation was more than I could

bear. I’d been reasonably quiet for me at least up until then. I just started

screaming. I’m sure my neighbors could hear me. If J didn’t know what he’d

gotten himself into, he knew now. He kept pumping into me. He seemed to know

when I was nearing an orgasm, and stepped up the speed and intensity each time.

I lost track. I must have had three of four. I screamed again when he had his.

Only when I heard him groaning did I realize that he’d been silent since he’d

entered my bottom. I felt cheated by that. I think then that one of my goals

became, making him make some noise as I ’serviced’ him. Yes I know I’m grinning.

I expected a period of lethargy, maybe some cuddling; Not what J had in mind. He

caught his breath, but I didn’t know that he was going to maintain the ’sexual

slave’ business for the whole weekend if he could. He slid off of me and sat back

on the couch. There was no real volume to his voice. There was no hint of power

that was based on force. He said, very quietly, “Go get a wash rag from the

bathroom. Get it wet with warm water and clean me.” I started to get up and he

said, “Remember you’ll be taking me in your mouth so get it wet enough to do a

good job.” I realize that he was dropping hints at what might give me a “z

I came back with the wash rag, knelt between his legs and slowly and very gently

went over him with it. I’m not sure how much of a job he wanted me to make out

of it, but I took several minutes and was very thorough. By the time I’d taken

him in my mouth (just ta check) he was already hard again. He looked at his

watch, the only thing he was still wearing, and then reached for his pants. From

the pocket, he took out his wallet and put it on the table. He told me to put the

wash rag away and told me to take a few minutes in the bathroom if I wished. I

took advantage of that. When I returned, he was putting down the phone. I

started to ask him about it when he told me to sit on the floor. “Show me how you

…End of the part8. To be continued..

If you withdraw completely
and then strike her violently to the womb,
it is “Nirghata” (the Buffet).
Continuous pressure on one side of her yoni
is “Varahaghata” (the Boar’s Blow).

If you thrust wildly in every direction,
like a bull tossing its horns,
it is “Vrishaghata” (the Bull’s Blow).
Quivering in her yoni is “Chatakavilasa” (Sparrow Sport),
which usually heralds orgasm.

The involuntary shuddering of orgasm
is called “Samputa” (the Jewel Case).
But no two women make love quite the same way,
so orchestrate your rhythms
to the moods and colors of each lover’s “raga” (emotions).

If long lovemaking exhausts you
before your lover has reached her orgasm,
you should allow her
to roll you over your back
and sit astride you, taking initiative.

If the posture gives her deep pleasure,
or you enjoy its novelty,
she may transpose into it as a matter of course,
taking great care, however,
not to expel the linga from the temple of love.

Consider: she climbs upon you,
the flowers dropping from her tousled hair,
her giggles turning to gasps;
every time she bends to kiss your lips
her nipples pierce your chest.

As her hips begin to churn,
her head, flung back, bobs ever faster;
she scratches, pummels you with small fists,
fastens her teeth in your neck,
doing unto you what you’ve often done unto her.

When she takes the man’s role,
your lady has the choice
of three famous lovemaking techniques:
“Samdamsha (the Tongs),
“Bhramara” (the Bee) and “Prenkholita” (the Swing).

If she uses the Mare’s Trick,
gripping your penis with her yoni’s vice,
squeezing and stroking it,
holding it inside her for a hundred heart-beats,
it is known as “Samdamsha” (the Tongs).

If, drawing up her feet,
she revolves her hips so that your penis
circles deep within her yoni,
you arching your body to help her,
it is “Bhramara” (the Bee).

If she now swings her hips
in wide circles and makes figures-of-eight,
swaying upon your body
as though she were riding on a seesaw,
it is “Prenkholita” (the Swing).

When her passion has ebbed,
she should rest, bending forward to lay
her forehead upon yours
without disturbing your yoked bodies:
it won’t be long before desire stirs again.

Catching your penis, the lady
with dark eyes like upturned lotus petals
guides it into her yoni,
clings to you and shakes her buttocks:
this is “Charunarikshita” (Lovely Lady in Control).

…End of the part7. To be continued..

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

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

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

–

When I broke my right leg after being up at the resort for only a few
days, I thought the good times were finished. But after a day or
two, when all that was left of the skiing accident was my leg in a
cast, I started to get friendly with Elizabeth. Sleek and slender
with long auburn hair and cat-green eyes, she had the kind of boobs
that made my mouth go dry. Her ski sweater filled to over-flowing.

Everyone was out on the slopes, and Elizabeth and I were in my room,
laying in front of the fire. Elizabeth had her head nestled on my
shoulder and one leg over my cast. I inhaled the fragrance from her
hair, then I started to kiss her throat and her ear. She moaned
softly.

I slid my hand in the back of her sweater and slowly started to rub
her back. Elizabeth sighed and snuggled closer. I explored her silky
mouth with my tongue; when I found a sensitive spot, she responded
with a little shiver. Elizabeth sucked my tongue. I nibbled on her
lips, licked them, and they seemed to swell with passion.

I felt Elizabeth press her crotch against my cast. She murmured with
pleasure and pressed again, harder. I slipped my hand into her
panties, massaging and squeezing her. In slow, easy waves, Elizabeth
rubbed herself against my leg.

“This is heaven,” she whispered.

She stripped off her panties, and when I started to get up, she said,
“No, don’t move.” She snuggled against me again. Her pussy flashed a
bright pink – now I knew where the term “hot pink” came from – and
her clitoris stood out, wet and slick with her arousal. She dipped
her fingers into her lovehold and gave me a taste, letting me suck
her fingers clean.

Furiously now, Elizabeth began to hump my cast, jerking her hips up
and down, rubbing her love juice over me, grinding her clit into my
leg. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open in concentration. She
was panting, and her voice was a steady sing-song of passion.

A powerful orgasm soon shook her entire body. She gave a small
scream, her legs quivering. She twitched and pushed her spasming
pussy against my cast. “Oh, that’s so good,” she said. Later, after
she had gotten her breath back, she murmured, “Thank you.”

Since returning from the ski trip, Elizabeth has come over to my
place several times – and it is amazing how creative that girl is
with a cast!

–

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

influence.”

“Didn’t he win that triathlon last year?” asked Lydia, whom up to this moment sat

idly by listening to the gossip as if it was the latest rerun of “Seinfeld.”

“He is a hard drinker, yet he is a health nut! Make up your minds,” demanded

Dianne in mock anger.

“Well, he is a hypocrite in a certain sense. He has been married four times. Each

wife was high spirited, intelligent, and unforgiving. His first wife was a

lawyer. She wanted to change him. His second wife was a doctor. She wanted to

settle down and have a family. His third wife caught him cheating on her with her

own sister.”

“His wife’s sister? How tacky,” blurted Ron

“And his fourth wife?” asked Dianne.

“Back on the prowl again, Di? Thought you were going with that beefcake soldier

boy? What’s his name, Biff?” stabbed Ron, with his searing, highbrow sarcasm.

“No, his name was Bill,” she replied, licking her lips suggestively, thus causing

Ronald to head off to his office, after he announced: “Well, I must go prepare

for my 10:00.” She was sure old Ronny had a severe crush on her and she did

everything she possibly could to frustrate the poor bugger.

Once, out of sheer boredom she let the old man watch her through the partially

open door to her office from the hallway as she changed into her jogging outfit.

She found that changing in her office saved her some extra time before doing her

daily exercise routine. Moreover, it drove Ronald mad with desire every time he

watched her from his window as she bounced her way down the front steps. She

still smirked every time she thought about how he reacted as she once burst

through the door and bumped into him, making sure her hand clumsily boinked him

in the groin. She had often wondered just how exactly well built he was in the

sex department. However, she never planned on finding out by sleeping with him

because she couldn’t even stand being next to him, let alone stand the thought of

being under him.

“Is he still married?” Dianne asked, trying a different approach.

“His fourth wife died of natural causes. I think it was Cancer.”

“Oh. That’s sad. Do you know if he has a girlfriend yet?”

“For crying out loud, Dianne. You haven’t even met him yet.”

“What?” she asked indignantly. “What’s wrong with wanting to get to know your

colleagues?”

…End of the part2. To be continued..

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

firm breasts.

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

expected anyhow.

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

you catch a cold,” she said playfully.

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

for a prize for the fastest undresser in the west.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

lust.

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

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

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

weak and she felt his oozing within her.

***

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

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

…End of the part10. To be continued..

form in her trembling lips. After an eternity she felt her legs carry her to the

corner of the office. Her delicate fingers grasp the willow branch and she

brought the thin frightening instrument to the seated black man. She handed the

willow to Jerome who took the thin reed in his muscular black hand.

“Turn around…” he ordered.

Anna turned and faced the large windows.

“Lift your skirt…” was his next order.

Anna grasp the hem of her off white skirt in her hands and bending pulled the hem

up……until the darker white bands of her stockings became visible.

“Higher,” was his next simple command.

The skirt was raised another several inches until the lace around the white

panties was visible.

“What did I tell you Mrs. Belvoir ?” Jerome questioned.

Her voice stuttered, “You….. told me to wear my skirts four inches from my

knees Mr. Bettis….”

“And if you didn’t ?” he asked.

Her voice trembled noticeably. “You said…….you said that…… that you

would spank my Lilly white ass..” she finally was able to get the words from her

lips.

The first slashing blow hit her upper thighs. The sound was sharp and distinct.

Anna moaned when the thin reed ripped against the white silk of her hose. She

knew that her co-workers could hear the reed as it whipped through the thin air

and made contact with her muscled upper thighs. She received four brutal strokes

and tears dripped from her eyes and feel to the thick white carpet. Jerome sat

back down when the punishment ended.

Anna stood, bent at the waist with the hem of her skirt in her delicate fingers.

“You may pull your skirt down after you thank me for correcting your first flaw

of the day Mrs. Belvoir,” Jerome sternly stated.

“Thank you for correcting me Mr. Bettis,” Anna sobbed.

Anna then stood and smoothed her skirt. She faced the large windows as she tried

to wipe the tears from her eyes. The intercom beeped and a receptionist announced

the arrival of Jerome Bettis’ first client interview.

“Show the young man in,” came the stern command.

…End of the part8. To be continued..

“Now that we understand each other fully I will give you your instructions for

the rest of the week. From this day forward I will be interviewing a group of

angry black men. I expect that from now on you will look like something more

than a middle age Lesbian. You will purchase and commence from this day forward

dress like a woman should. You will wear hose; garter; and no dress that is

longer than four inches above those hidden dimpled knees of yours. I want you to

start wearing those wonder bras that will lift and separate those delightful, if

small, little breasts that you want to hide. I want you to throw those flat

little shoes away and wear heels and knee high boots with at least three inch

heels. In short Mrs. Belvoir, I expect you to put stiffness in every black prick

that walks through my door. Is that understood ?”

Mrs. Anna Belvoir, her rage barely under control wanted to verbally castrate the

arrogant and pretensious black attorney giving her these lewd demands. But reason

raised it’s ugly head and she reluctantly decided to save her birth place.

Raising her pretty face she looked into the dark forbidding eyes of her

tormentor. “I understand your demands,” was her simple quiet statement.

“We start tomorrow at 9:00 AM. Be punctual…” Jerome closed the first meeting

between the two antagonists.

Anna slowly walked to the door. Just as her petite hand reached for the knob

Jerome spoke again, “Wait just a minute Mrs. Belvoir.”

Anna stood facing the door with dread in her face as she heard the muscular black

man walk to where she was standing. Putting his large black hands on her

shoulders he turned her around. Looking down at the trembling wife he spoke

again, “Who is your boss Mrs. Belvoir ?”

With her trembling lips she softly answered, “You are my boss Mr. Bettis.”

With a smile on his handsome black face he then gave he his next command. “Kiss

your boss good bye for the day Mrs. Belvoir.”

Her face became very pale. She had always loathed black people…..she had been

brought up to think of them as inferior; and now she was being ordered to kiss

her new black boss. The man who had turned her ordered and tranquil life upside

down in only thirty minutes. She started to shake her head from side to side and

then looking into the dark demanding eyes of her new boss merely dropped her eyes

and raised her lips to his thick lips. She let her small delicate tongue slide

between her lips and explore his wet mouth and thick tongue. As her tongue

entered his wet opening she felt his strong hands circle her thin waist and pull

her tight lean body against his muscular body. Putting her small hands on his

muscular chest she tried to resist……….until she felt the hard black pole

push against her lower abdomen and rub against her throbbing womanhood. The

unwanted sensation was very disturbing to Anna. She pushed harder against the

muscular pectorals but the harder she tried to push him away the more he pulled

her soft body against his muscular frame.

…End of the part4. To be continued..

carpeted floor. She had mercifully passed out from the large quantity of

alcohol.

The two black men looked at her pretty lean body. Their eyes naturally focused on

the vortex of her long pretty legs. Her swollen pussy lips could be seen under

her rumpled skirt. With each labored breath another rope like string of

Theodore’s sperm slid from her battered woman chute.

The lawyer and his client then finally got down to the business at hand.

Strangling one of the largest corporations in the country. Theodore had

accumulated a great deal of incriminating evidence and shared it freely with his

new attorney. The two ordered one of the more white boy junior attorneys to fetch

them lunch. They retrieved the gourmet lunch at the door. When Jerome looked out

into the spacious office he could tell that everyone was fascinated by what they

envisioned was happening behind locked doors.

Anna’s lack of sleep; brutal black fucking and excessive consumption of high

potency liquid fire allowed her tired mind and body to sleep restfully the rest

of the morning and afternoon.

She finally woke up at five thirty. The office was mercifully void of any of her

co-workers. Both Jerome and Theodore, his client had left several hours earlier.

They had locked his office door when they left; which kept out the prying eyes

of Anna’s fellow workers.

Anna’s head throbbed from the hang over. Her body ached from the brutal sex that

the two black men had casually helped themselves to. She convinced herself that

they had taken her by force; or by the seduction of alcohol. If that was the

case however; why did she feel so warm and mushy between her legs when she

relived the morning; or at least what she could remember of the morning in her

mind.

Anna carefully put her clothes back together. As she looked down at her new

expensive navy skirt she noticed the huge cum stain in the front. She couldn’t

see the similar stain just below her ass on the back of her skirt. Her nipples

hurt where Jerome had cruelly twisted them as she was in the throes of sexual

escastcy. Looking around the office she finally located her new lace wonder bra.

Her breasts were nearly rubbed raw and when she clasp the bra the tightness

caused her to feel the sensation. She walked behind the desk and retrieved

several Kleenex which she used to wipe the ever present cum from her

stockings….and her leaking pussy. As she daubed her swollen and stretched hole

the paper cloth soaked up the sticky black cum. She looked into the glass

bookcase and tried to straighten her long red hair. Her make up was streaked and

runny… She did the best that she could and was finally satisfied.

Anna reached down and pulled on her new shoes. She gathered her purse and

stopped at the heavy oak door. Gently she twisted the lock and pulled the large

door open very slowly. She looked out into the large reception area and was

relieved to discover that she was alone in the office; or so she thought. She

…End of the part15. To be continued..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…End of the part1. To be continued..

and sticking out at a ninety degree angle.

Anna spreads her long legs even more. She prys her sex apart and mocking him

again asks her husband, “Do you like my pink pussy Jim. HE liked my

pussy…..Don’t you want to suck my pussy ? Suck my pussy and I will tell

you….. You want to hear about it don’t you ? DON’T YOU ?”

Jim, unsure of his emotions finally got up off the bed and walked from the

bedroom with his wife’s panties still in his hands.

His wife laughed as he departed their bedroom. She let her index finger tease

her clit….. She then put on a fresh pair of panties and slipped on a tight

pair of jeans. Since her breasts still felt sensitive she decided to forego a

bra. Putting on a white cotton shirt she buttoned the front and slipped on a

pair of tennis shoes.

She re-entered the kitchen and busied herself with the preparation of supper.

Jim informed her that their eighteen year old daughter Alicia had called and

would not be home for supper. The menu was simple; broccoli cheese soup and

salad. The man and wife had just sit down to supper when the door chime rang.

Agitated, Jim got up and walked to the door. He opened the door without seeing

who was on the other side. It would be only his first mistake of this

evening……….

Jerome Bettis brusquely walked by the startled husband. He walked into the

kitchen and stood smiling at his startled assistant. Anna merely looked at the

unwelcome intruder… She could not speak. Her husband walked up behind the

muscular black man and asked him a simple question, “May I ask who you are ?”

Smiling Jerome turned to the befuddled husband. “Maybe your wife would like to

tell you who I am,” he stated.

Anna had dropped her gaze into the hot soup in front of her. She now looked up

and seen the puzzlement in her husband’s dumb founded face. “This is my new boss

Jim,” she softly said.

Her husband’s dull facial expression turned to one of apprehension.

Jerome turned to Anna’s husband and smugly asked, “Aren’t you going to invite me

to supper Mr. Belvoir ?”

Jim, somewhat befuddled simply stated, “Why of course….”

Mr. Jim Belvoir and his wife Anna were very anxious as the muscular black man sit

down at their table.

“Has Anna told you about me yet Mr. Belvoir ?” asked Jerome.

…End of the part17. To be continued..

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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he saw her nipples. They started to work on his case. It was a small, home

dispute with his neighbor about him smashing the back end of a car. They

worked for a half hour before it happened.

Jane reached across the desk for a pencil, while at the same time,

unknowingly, Tim reached for one. Their hands touched. A magic spark flew.

They looked into one another’s eye.

She stood up. Her pussy and ass were exposed, and he got even harder. He

came around the desk and ripped his shirt off and dropped his pants. She

took her sweaty blouse off and threw it aside. She sat in the chair, his

legs over the arms of the chair, reclining, with his hard, hot cock sticking

way out. She eased on him, his hot cock sliding easily into her slippery

pussy.

His tongue probed her mouth and their tongues sucked one another. She

leaned her head back and he licked the sweat which was pouring from her.

They fell to the floor in mad passion.

She got on all fours and he mounted her. He slipped his dick in her

perfect asshole. She moaned in enjoyment and stuck her ass up higher trying

to coax his cock in deeper. Once in, she continued to moan and started to

rock up and down. His hands came round her and grabbed her tits, squeezing

them fully. He pulled out and they 69′d.

Her pussy was being penetrated by his tongue and his cock was being suck

dry by her hot, full lips. She stuck her hands in his ass and felt it

thoroughly. They were in full heat when the phone rang. She would have

ignored it but her secretary would check on her. She answered it, and her

secretary told her she had a new appointment in 5 minutes.

Tim took one final suck of her nipples, thanked her, dressed, and left.

She just laid in the middle of the room, with her legs fully spread apart.

She built up her energy and told her secretary to cancel her next

appointment, no matter what. She heard her secretary telling her next

client that she had to cancel, and heard the client stomp off in furry, then

she hung up.

Her secretary walked in to find her buck naked laying on the floor. Then

Jane remembered that her secretary had a reputation for being a lesbian and

she shut the door behind her. The secretary, Jill, took all her clothes off

and laid on her boss. They sucked each other’s tongues. They fucked and

fucked, sticking their whole hands up each others pussy, playing with their

cunts. After that they each dressed, fully exhausted, and went home.

Jane went home, dropping all her clothes on the doorstep, and went in.

Her house was huge, for she was a fine lawyer. She went upstairs and went

to sleep.

The next morning she woke. When she was fully restored, she realized it

was noon. She was lucky to find it was Saturday, and went downstairs for

breakfast. After breakfast she went upstairs to dress.

Once again she put on no underwear, just a tee-shirt and tight jeans. The

jeans squeezed her pussy tight and her ass was shown completely.

The door bell rang. When she answered it, there stood Tim. Tim was just

wearing jogging shorts and shoes. She unzipped her jeans and dropped them.

She then proceeded to take off her tee-shirt. The boys across the street

could see this whole sex act, and they enjoyed it. She caught a glimpse of

them watching, and smiled to them. She then spread her legs to the window,

and felt her pussy for the boys. Then Tim was naked, and they proceeded to

fuck till they both fell into a deep sleep.

At her office, Jane then began a long, lasting, hot, sexual relationship

in which she never wore skirts in the office again…

—

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..

been a very touchy situation, happy to have found a new friend for these late-

night sessions. I walked up to the open sink and turned to thank her reflec-

tion for the silly courtesy.

My words caught in my throat. She was smiling directly at my reflection,

washing her hands, as if she were totally unaware that the front of her blouse

was fully open, her brassiere hanging limply inside. Though they were hardly

perfect for an X-rated movie, the two tender breasts that were half-exposed

were easily the best sight I’d seen all night.

“Like I said, I’m sorry I interrupted your mood.” Her wicked grin left only

the depth of her apology to the imagination. “Want to get back into it? My

stuff is in the batch queue, too.”

“God, I hope there’s a high load tonight!” I turned toward her.

“Tut, tut, Daniel! Wash your hands before you eat!”

That left one less question unanswered. I was stunned, totally stunned,

ready for just the short titillation and then privacy, or anything more

involved. Whee! A little midnight snack!

I washed my hands quite thoroughly, and Debbie came over to help me dry them.

Leading me back to the sinks, she hopped up to sit on one, and drew my head down

to taste her now-erect nipples. We let out complementary sighs of pleasure.

Her hands played over my hair, down the sides of my face, twirled a few random

beard hairs into my ear. As I warmed up to the task at hand, the hands wandered

inside my shirt, freeing one or two unnecessary buttons, softly stroking the mat

of black hair that grows there for no particular reason.

She found my left nipple and tweaked it playfully, giggling at my yelp. You

see, I have fantastically sensitive nipples for a guy. Any woman who can do a

credible job of sucking nipples can have me at full erection and half out of

control within five minutes. That’s how my second lover seduced me on our first

date. She started licking my chest, hit the nipples, and I was putty in her

hands. She took full advantage of the situation, and took me right there on the

couch in her law office, with the senior partner briefing his brains out three

offices away.

“You like, or is that a one-time-only?”

“I like, I melt, but get your requests in early. Too much stimulation, and

I’m good for nothing but being taken advantage of.”

“I’ll keep that in mind; wouldn’t want you to go away with eating properly.”

“Meaning?”

She hopped off the counter for a moment and opened her zipper. “I want to

get your beard all smelly. With your permission, of course.”

I’ve mentioned before that Debbie is not your classic lady who folds in two

places. However, beauty and ugly are only skin deep; we were about to get below

that level. Debbie is clean, decidedly of the sex opposite mine, and she has

…End of the part5. To be continued..

Julie was a large, intelligent woman. She stood close

to 6 feet tall and had probably been rather overweight at one

time but had obviously gotten it well under control. She had

black hair and green eyes that always looked sharply and could

sparkle with fun at times. Obviously highly intelligent, you

could never be sure exactly what she was thinking.

Her figure was ample, perhaps 42-38-42, and her strong

frame gave her a well-put-together look. She always dressed

impeccably at work, wearing clothes that flattered her while

remaining relatively conservative.

Julie and I had always gotten along well, sharing jokes

in the elevator or just smiling and saying hi in the hallways.

I had always been attracted to her. I like that self confidence

that allows a woman to smile unabashedly at men in a way that

says that she never feels herself to be less than they. Julie

was definitely an strong and assertive woman, and easily the

equal to any man.

One day I was getting a drink at the water fountain down

the hall when she walked by. The water fountain was located

around a bend in the hall from the office doors, and was next

to the door to the ladies room. She had just come out of the

ladies room, and as she walked by she gently swatted my seat. I

was so surprised I almost bumped my head on the wall behind the

fountain.

“Now now!” I said as I quickly straightened up and

looked after her. She looked back with a big grin and then

turned and walked back to me.

“You want some more, little boy?” she teased, grinning

wider and looking slightly down on me.

“You’d better watch out.” I shot back. “I might take

you up on that!”

She took a breath, thrusting her large breasts out at me

slightly. “You might, eh?” she said, still grinning. “And what

if I said ‘Let’s’?”

My heart began to pound and I said “I’d like that, I’m

sure.”

“Step this way, young man.” she said, and, taking my

hand, led me around the corner away from the office to another

short hall section where she opened a phone closet door. My

heart was pounding louder now, and I was already feeling a glow

of warmth coming over me. My nerves tingled with tension and

anticipation. I had had dreams like this occasionally for

months, but never considered them a real possibility.

She closed the door behind us and turned on a small

light bulb in the closet, which was actually fairly large. It

…End of the part1. To be continued..

cock ground hard against her pubic fuzz. Finally her mouth released mine

only long enough to gasp, “I want you in me now!”

I had roughly the same idea by then myself. She rolled over on her back,

more or less pulling me on top of her. I raised my hips and she reached

down to guide me into the right spot.

With slow deliberateness I thrust my cock into her. She was so wet and

excited that it slid in with no resistance at all, until I was buried in her

as deep as I could go and I felt her fuzz tickling my lower belly. She

pressed her hips against mine for maximum penetration as her gasps became

cries.

I did not pump but simply held myself there as her movements grew more

frantic and her cries louder. I knew if I moved too much I would come and I

wanted to enjoy this as long as I could. Instead I just moved myself from

side to side a little, pushing her even closer to the brink as she bucked

beneath me.

“Oh God… Oh God…” she moaned, her voice getting higher and louder

until her muscles locked and held rigid in an explosive orgasm. The muscles

of her vagina locked tight on my penis and almost against my will I

orgasmed, pumping my seed deep into the warm depths of her body for what

seemed a long, long time and intensifying her pleasure even more, if such a

thing was possible.

We shared an endless moment of agonizing pleasure before collapsing in

an exhausted heap, with me still laying on top and buried deep within her.

Gasping for air and trying to regain some of our strength, we lay like

that for who knows how long. Jenny’s eyes looked up into mine and she was

so achingly beautiful in the half-light streaming in from the window. In

those eyes there was no more fire (though I knew it would soon be back) but

warmth and tenderness and gratitude and… love?

In an exhausted voice she said, “Hi there, stranger.”

In a similarly exhausted voice I replied, “Hi there yourself. Come here

often?” My unintentional double entendre sent us both into a fit of

laughter that wiped away any tension that might have remained. It felt as

if we had been lovers for years, instead of just one frantic night. For a

fleeting instant I felt a glimmer of hope that it might go on for years…

She spoke and interrupted my musing. “You know, it’s been well over a

year since I’ve… been with anybody. In one short night you’ve made up for

all that lost time and then some. I’ve never experienced anything this

intense. Never.”

“I don’t think I have either.” I replied tiredly. “This was incredible.

Just as I had always thought it might be.”

“Yeah. Me too.” She shifted a little and a wave of residual pleasure ran

though me. “Actually, I could get used to this on a… a regular basis.

I’ve always, um, liked you. Maybe in the near future we could… um…”

I shushed her quietly, “The future can take care of itself, and perhaps

we’ll be in each other’s. I think I’d like that myself very much. Right now

let’s just enjoy the moment.” She nodded silently and relaxed.

It was not long before my penis began to swell again, and Jenny noticed

it almost before I did for I had never pulled it out. The second time

around I was much less sensitive and lasted far longer. She climaxed at

least six times before I came again and we both collapsed, exhausted for

real, as the first light of dawn began to color the sky outside.

We spent most of Sunday in bed, and not from exhaustion either, although

we did exhaust each other eventually. I never did make it home that

weekend, and it was with bitter disappointment we faced the reality of

Monday and going back to work. We dragged in together half an hour late,

disheveled and in rumpled clothes (mine were the same ones from Saturday).

I was barely coherent enough to work all day long, but not for one second

did I regret it.

That was six months ago. We saw each other every weekend, and most

nights in between. Dianne moved out to join her new boyfriend in Oregon

City, and Jenny immediately invited me to move in with her. I didn’t waste

any time packing.

At work they don’t know anything about it, because the boss frowns

heavily on employee relationships (Or any other form of fun that doesn’t

increase his profits, for that matter.) but every time I walk by Jenny or

meet her in the lunch room she always favors me with a little smile and a

conspiratorial wink, which I always return.

You know, I used to hate working nights…

End…

–

THE END

she lived in a two story house
her bed room was upstairs
i went over to her house to tutor her in fortran programming
her computer was in her bedroom
so we had to go up to her bedroom
when i came in the house i met her parents
we said hello, nice to meet you
they seemed like very nice parents
they did not mind me going up to their daughters bedroom since we
had to use the computer
once we were in the bedroom she sat down in front of the screen
i stood behind her
i reached out and put one hand on her shoulder
i started to talk to her
as i talked to her i massaged her shoulder
then i put my other hand on her shoulder
and started to massage that shoulder
she started to relax
and to moan very quietly
i bent down and nibbled her ear
and she told me i could not nibble her ear and talk at the same
time
i laughed
she giggled
i turned her chair around
and got down in front of her on my knees
i put my hand behind the back of her head
and pulled her head to me
i touched her lips with mine
i waited a few heartbeats to see if she would resist
there was no resistance
i pressed her lips to mine
my mouth opened
her lips parted
my tongue flicked between her lips
my tongue touched her tongue
our tongue moved along each other
it was a fantastic feeling
my tongue moved along her teeth
then my lips grabbed her tongue
and pulled it all the way into my mouth
then i stopped
and we both laughed again
my mouth then went to her throat
i gentlely sucked her throat
and licked it at the same time
she softly moaned
my hand reached for the buttons of her blouse
she asked me what about her parents
i told her i did not care about her parents only about her
she said what if they catch us
she told me the door did not have a lock
i took her chair and rolled it to the door
i put the back of her chair to the door
she was still in the chair
i told her now they can’t get in
she giggled
i started to unbutton her blouse
i unbuttoned it very slowly
one button at a time
then i opened her blouse without removing it
she was not wearing a bra
my neck bent down
…End of the part2. To be continued..

Breaking the kiss, I caught her hands and brought them to my lips for a
kiss. “I’m going to make you feel good. But I need your help. I need you to
tell me when something pleasures you, or if you don’t like it, or you want it
faster or harder or softer. Can you do that?”

“You like a little dirty talk, baby?” she asked softly, with a sultriness
in her expression that had not been there since the club. My shy girl was
becoming an assertive woman again. Nice.

“Yes, I replied, moving back down her firm belly to her musky womanhood.
She spread her legs wider to grant me easier access. Her dancer’s flexibility
served us well. I looked closely at her sparse haired cunt, with its tender
lips and gentle pink coloration, and the moistness apparent around the pouty
little opening. Her seam was just as pretty as the rest of her.

I touched the tip of my tongue to her clit. “Yes, baby!!” she hissed.
“Do it!”

Her taste was good, musky and salty-sweet. I made my tongue as broad as
possible, and thrust it into her opening. I licked it from bottom to top,
going in and coming out, stroking her clit at the top, but not giving it any
extra attention yet.

Julie moaned and squirmed. “Mmmm. Oh, yeah! Your tongue–go deeper,
deeper, please?” I did my best to oblige her. She grew wetter and hotter as
the wonderful torture continued making small purring sounds and trying to
grind her crotch into my face. She was really getting into it. As I licked,
I couldn’t help but recall an old line said by the late Sam Kinison: “If you’re
ever going down on some chick, and you don’t know what to do, lick the alphabet!
[laughs from the audience] Oh sure, you laugh now, but some day you’ll be
there, and you’ll remember you’re ol’ Uncle Sammy…” I smiled and licked
“J-u-l-i-e” just for the hell of it.

I reached out and grabbed another ice “banana” from the glass. I pressed
it to her clit and she tensed and twisted, gasping, “Oh!” I slipped the ice
into her wet opening and left it for a few moments while she writhed about.
Taking her entire clit into my mouth, I sucked hard, flicking it with my
tongue.

“Yeeow!” she exclaimed. “Do it to me do iiittt…!” She jerked and
gasped and then came, shuddering. “Yessssss…..mmmmmmm, yes. Nice, nice.”
I removed the ice, but kept licking her gently through her come, until the
quiverings eased.

But I wasn’t done quite yet. I took my finger and inserted it into her
now very wet seam. She sighed again. “Mmmmmm, give me two.” I was happy to
oblige, adding the second finger and sliding them in and out slowly. Julie
thrust gently back at my fingers.

Shifting position slightly, I curled my fingers up and tried to press
under the pubic bone, looking for her g-spot. The effect was electric.

“Uhnn,” she gasped, and her arms slapped against the bed the sheets
gripped tightly in her hands. Her pelvis came completely off the bed as she
thrust strongly at my fingers. I looked up and her face was a mask of pleasure
and sensation as it whipped back and forth. “What are–mmmf–you doing?
Oh God, that’s wild–ahhh, mmmm, yes, yes.” She twisted and came, breasts
bobbing sweetly, nipples tensed in pleasure.

I kept massaging the area, and added a vigorous rubbing to her clit with
my other hand, pinching and rolling it gently for occasional variety. She came
again, and then again. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead and chest. She
squealed, moaned, and shuddered as the orgasms washed over her. I could tell
she was becoming super-sensitized.

“Enough!” she cried, but I kept going. She bit her lip and shuddered
through another orgasm. My God, she was so beautiful, so excited. If I so
much as touched my cock I would have exploded all over her.

Her body gleamed as she began to perspire more profusely, and strands of
dark gold-blonde hair began to stick to her face. It was becoming harder to
maintain my attentions through her bucking. Suddenly she rolled onto her side,
still humping my hand and then yelling:

“Stop, dammit, I can’t take it anymore! Ahhhh, oh Jesus, not again,
eeeee…”

I got off of her g-spot, but continued to move my fingers in out and out,
gradually slowing the pace, stroking her sweat-slick skin with my other hand
as she began to come down. She twitched and sighed, shivering, still drawing
in large gasps of air, but calming down. Her skin was flushed and shining and
gorgeous, her face dreamy as the sensations began to ease. I finally stopped
and moved up to press myself into her, wrapping my arms around her and kissing
her soft lips. She responded with enthusiasm, though still with an occasional
twitching of her hips.

“That was…that was wild,” she sighed. “Mmmmm, SO good.”

“You were beautiful. I liked watching you come.”

She kissed me again. “Well, give me a second to catch my breath and it’ll
be your turn.” I responded with an anticapatory sound and stroked her pert
breasts and cute nipples.

We continued to exchange gentle kisses until she pulled away slightly and
pressed me me onto my back. She eased her body down on top of me and began to
suck gently at the sensitive skin of my lower neck. I felt her nipples press-
ing into my chest, and reached up to stroke her hair and the sides of her
breasts while she worked on me.

After a little while of this she moved down to my nipples sucking each
gently. Her hands moved softly over my torso, occasionally moving down for a
quick stroke on my cock, which was beginning to firm up again. She kissed her
way down my stomach to my rod, which she took in one hand and began to lick up
and down.

I stiffened rapidly under her ministrations. She gushed saliva over my
shaft, getting it wet all over, and took it in, filling her hot, wet mouth.
She sucked at my cock, sending waves of pleasure through me. I looked down to
see her sweet face working my dick. She came off of it and smiled up at me, a
small strand of her saliva and my pre-cum linking her lips and the tip. She
snared it with her tongue and made smacking sounds. “Yum,” she said. “You’re
sweet.”

Before I could say anything she went back down on me and I shuddered at the
intense sensation. She went fast, then slow, her tongue always moving over me.
Julie took a deep breath and then went down, taking me all the way in, not
stopping until her nose touched my pubic hair.

“Jesus!” It was my turn to exclaim. I threw my head back and my toes
curled involuntarily. She went all the way up and all the way down again,
slowly, and then pulled off me completely when my dick began to throb danger-
ously.

“Not just yet,” she said with that devilish smile. She kissed and nuzzled
at my balls taking one at a time into her mouth and humming sweetly. It was
wild and wonderful, and gave my sensitive shaft a moment to come down from its
near orgasm. I called her name and ran my fingers through her dark-golden
hair.

“I love to suck cock,” she said suddenly, her voice throaty. “Especially
nice sweet cocks like this one.” Suck. “I like to feel them throb in my mouth,
I like to taste them on my tongue. I like it when they swell up and shoot
their come in my mouth.” Lick “Do want to come, baby? You want to come in
my mouth?” She waggled her tongue at me while stroking my prick.

Her raunchy words shot pleasure back into my cock, and I groaned, “Yes,
baby, do it. Let me come…” I placed my hands on either side of her chin
and eased her back onto my prick.

Her dives downward and sucking became more vigorous, and try as I might,
the pressure in my cock was becoming too much to hold back. I was thrusting
back up into her sweet, lush lips, now, and she was moaning around my cock
as she fingered her own clit, getting off on what she was doing to me while
getting me off.

“Mph,” she gasped around my prick, and jerked as she made herself come,
and that sent me over the edge.

“Get ready,” I gritted.

“Oh, God do it,” she breathed and went back down, sucking strongly. The
pleasure was incredible as I felt my cock twitch, and then I was there, thrust-
ing deeply into her mouth, coming, spraying her mouth with my sperm, which she
swallowed, moaning and sighing happily around my spewing penis…

She stayed with me through my orgasm, and I let her stay on me even though
the pleasure was so intense as to be almost painful. She cleaned my cock,
finally letting it slip from her slick lips, which she licked clean and then
swallowed while staring at me lasciviously.

I pulled her up to me and kissed her puffy lips, loving the feel of her
body on top of me. She relaxed and nuzzled up to me, placing her head on my
chest, where I could stroke her and smell her hair, now mussed and in disarray
from our sex. She began to idly trace patterns on my chest.

“That was pretty great,” she said dreamily.

Still wiped out from the wonderful orgasm she gave me, it was all I could
do to give an assenting “Mmmm-hmmm.”

“What do we do for an encore?” There was a bit of playful challenge in
her voice. She didn’t want this night to end any more than I did.

I moved one hand down to cup one of her cute little breasts. As the
nipple hardened under my flicking finger, I smiled and said, “I’m sure we can
thing of all kinds of things…”

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

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

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

He needed to move in order to keep from cumming and rolled Janis off his face.
He moved down to Janis’s cunt and continued licking her clit. Peter guided
Garolynn up to Janis’s cunt and she began to lick Janis’s pussy. Janis began
moaning more loudly. Peter began inserting fingers in her cunt as Garolynn
kept flicking her clit with her tongue. Peter began rhythmically finger
fucking Janis as her moaning began to get louder. Her pelvis began to gyrate
to the movement of Peter’s hand. Peter guided Garolynn’s hand to Janis’s
pussy and slowly removed his fingers. Garolynn hesitated slightly as Peter
inserted two of her fingers in Janis’s pussy. Janis was beginning to buck
wildly as Peter left. Garolynn could feel Peter’s tongue on her pussy as she
bent over the bed licking, sucking and finger fucking Janis. She began to
feel the knot of passion boil up in her abdomen. Her breathing began to
shorten as she began to pay less and less attention to Janis. Janis’s moaning
began to subside a little as Garolynn’s breathing began becoming faster and
the movements of her tongue were not as well coordinated. Suddenly, Garolynn
felt Peter’s cock enter her cunt. She had been waiting for this all evening
and she began to buck against his thrusting. Janis raised herself to see
Peter fucking Garolynn, a sight she had never seen in real life. She moved to
Garolynn’s rear so she could watch Peter’s cock slide in and out of Garolynn’s
hot, wet cunt. She was so hot that she began to unconsciously massage her
clit and finger herself. Peter removed his cock and thrust it at Janis’s
mouth. She took him into her mouth tasting the juices of Garolynn.

Janis began to sit up as she watched Garolynn fistfuck her. She had never
seen that before and found it interesting that something as big as a fist
could be in her cunt and still provide the pleasure that she was deriving.
Peter noticed Janis watching Garolynn and said, “OK, so now that we have all
finally cum, lets play fantasy and do whatever someone else wishes, as long as
it doesn’t hurt either party, OK?” The girls thought a minute and then both
agreed. They checked the clock on the TV set and it was only 10 pm so Peter
said, “Janis, what would you like to see?” Janis thought a minute. “I don’t
know,” she said. “I guess I would like to see two guys sucking and fucking
but we don’t have that situation. How about if you fist fuck Garolynn. If I
like what I see, maybe you can fist fuck us both.” “OK, but you’ll have to
get her juices flowing,” Peter said.

“I…I don’t know,” Janis began. “Oh, for Pete’s sake, you just sucked her
pussy a few minutes ago. What’s the matter. You surely know how to heat a
woman up, you are one you know,” Peter stated matter of factly. Garolynn
raised herself off the floor and sat on the edge of the bed. Janis moved her
head between Garolynn’s legs and slowly began to suck and flick her tongue
across Garolynn’s clit. “That’s good,” Peter said. Garolynn began moving
slowly against Janis’s motions. She placed her hands on Janis’s head and
moved it up and down her pussy as she watched Janis tongue her love hole and
clit. Peter moved to Janis’s left and began inserting fingers into Garolynn’s
love hole. First one, two, finally four. Janis was still licking Garolynn’s
clit as Peter slowly, rythmically finger fucked her. Garolynn was lying back
on the bed now with her pussy fully exposed at the edge of the bed. Janis was
sucking on the clit and Peter was fucking her pussy. Garolynn felt Peter’s
thumb enter her asshole as he continued the motions that were beginning to
bring the knot of climax to her stomach. She could feel the juices running
down her ass as they flowed out of her pussy. Janis tongue was driving her
crazy and the combined motion was something she had not felt before. Suddenly
there was a sharp pain in her cunt. She cried out, but the pain subsided
almost immediately. She could feel his fist in her. Janis quit licking her
pussy as she watched Peter fist fuck Garolynn. Janis could not believe that
Garolynn would accept that large fist in her cunt without cries of protest,
yet Garolynn was gyrating her hips in unison with Peter’s thrusts. Peter’s
arm went in Garolynn up to his wrist and she noticed all the fluids leaking
from Garolynn’s hot cunt. Garolynn began to cum. Her hips were gyrating with
each thrust Peter made. Janis had never seen this before and she was amazed.
“Put some fingers in her ass,” Janis whispered. Peter rubbed his fingers in
the juices flowing from Garolynn’s cunt and slowly inserted 1 then 2 and then
three fingers in Garolynn’s rectal orifice. He moved both hands to her hip
gyration as she began moaning louder and louder. “Play with her tits and
nipples as she starts cumming,” Peter suggested. Janis continued to watch
Peter fist fuck Garolynn as she squeezed those mammaries that she had envied
when they fell from their restraints. She noticed that Peter had inserted a
fourth finger into Garolynn’s ass and was fucking both holes as Garolynn
thrust against them. Garolynn began to stiffen as she approached another
climax. Juices began running down Peter’s arm as Garolynn became lost in the
rippling from her mons to her tits and back down to her toes. Her toes were
opening and closing now as she bucked wildly against Peter’s hands. As Janis
watched, Peter inserted his whole hand in Garolynn’s ass and was fist fucking
both her ass and her pussy at the same time. Garolynn was rigid now, sucking
little short breaths and bucking with short little strokes. She didn’t even
notice that she had two fist in her orifices and that Janis was watching the
whole thing. She didn’t care. All she cared about was the rippling flames
running up and down her body. She was wild with emotion. All her nerves were
screaming at her. She started down and began to notice Janis transfixed
looking at her crotch. She was a little uncomfortable as she sat up and then
noticed that Peter had a fist in each of her holes. They felt good and she
wished that he would not quit, but he slowly extracted them as she rose from
the bed. “Oh God, that was good,” Garolynn stammered. “I have never seen a
blow job up close. Can I watch Janis blow you?” she asked Peter. “I guess
so. Is that OK, Janis?” Janis blushed. “Well, I haven’t ever performed for
anyone before, but…” “No buts,” Garolynn giggled. “I want to watch you
suck him off so he cums in your mouth and you swallow it. His cum tastes so
…End of the part5. To be continued..