“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..

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..

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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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..

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

“Sure, why not?” she said.

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m Jill,” she said.

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

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

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

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

“Yah,” he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Finally, he said “Want a back rub?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Galloping through fields of golden wheat
basking in late summer’s heat
Reigning in at water’s edge
mere feet from the towering mountain ledge

Rising cliffs of dirt and clay
keep the rushing wind at bay
Water’s surface like glass a shimmer
sings of sirens’s song of come hither

Upon dismounting I steady your stead
experiencing my growing animalistic need
Setting the horses aside to graze
observing this scene in a heavenly daze

Valley outstretched in summer green
trees dotted laboriously about the scene
Mirror blue lake at valley’s end
fed by falls as the water descends

High in the sky the sun shines bright
making comfort an unbearable fight
Stripping down to nature’s suit
we prepare ourselves for a cool pursuit

Diving into the deep cool blue
surfacing to gaze lustily at you
Easing in with the utmost care
you cause my heart to flutter with despair

Swimming so slowly up to you
encircling your body in this bed of blue
Never before has anyone seen
a picture of beauty so pure and clean

Drawing your form ever closer to me
arousing the animal yearning to be
Lifting as breast scrape against my chest
feeling your heat rise from your nest

Legs wrap around while lowering you down
impaling you deeply upon my crown
Animal lust washes us through
as deeper I thrust myself in you

Our crescent comes with deep surprise
exploding our bodies from deep inside
Exquisite pleasure comes in joyous spasms
entwining our bodies in simultaneous orgasm

Hours have passed with the sands of time
ending this day of your’s and mine
Easing down upon the shore
we feast on a picnic made this morn

With feelings of unity we prepare to leave
this dreamlike setting nature did weave
I help you mount your steed on high
as off we set on the evening ride

Gliding along at a leisurely walk
enjoying the closeness of lover’s talk
Across the path fleet a herd of deer
flushed from cover by coming too near

Towards a farm we start to ride
as the sun from the sky does slide
All my surroundings fade to black
while I seem to be falling back

I open my eyes to the light of dawn
knowing from whence my soul is drawn
Looking about at the ice cold gray
seeing the bars of another day

Into reality again I awake
wishing my freedom I could take
My dreams allow my thoughts to see
how I think my life should be

When life lowers to hues of blue
my mind projects an image of you
I focus upon the beauty of kinship
then close my eyes for a joyful trip.

William B. Morris
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By Vatasyayana

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

———————————————————————–

Lying Down Positions:
——————–

Indrani draws up both her knees
until they nuzzle the curves of her breasts;
her feet find her lover’s armpits.
Small girls love this posture,
but becoming a goddess takes a lot of practice.

She cups and lifts her buttocks with her palms,
spreads wide her thighs,
and digs in her heels besides her hips,
while you caress her breasts:
this is “Utphallaka” (The Flower in Bloom).

Grasping the ankles
of the round hipped woman, whose buttocks
are like two ripe gourds,
raise her beautiful thighs
and spread the thigh-joints widely.

Full of desire, saying sweet words,
approach her with your body stiff as a pole
and drive straight forward
to pierce her lotus and join your limbs:
experts call it “Madandhvaja” (The Flag of Cupid).

Catch hold of her two feet,
raising them till they press upon her breasts
and her legs form a rough circle.
Clasp her neck and make love to her:
this is “Ratisundara” (Aphrodite’s Delight).

Lift the lady’s feet until her soles
lie perfectly parallel,
one to each side of her slender throat,
cup her breasts and enjoy her:
this technique is “Uthkanta” (Throat-high).

Your lovely wife, lying on the bed,
grasps her own feet
and draws them up until they reach her hair;
you catch her breasts and make love:
this is “Vyomapada” (Sky-foot).

The round-thighed woman on the bed
grasps her ankles and raises high her lotus feet;
you strike her to the root, kissing
and slapping open-palmed between her breasts:
this is “Markata” (The Monkey).

She lies flat on her back,
you sit between her parted knees, raise them,
hook her feet over your thighs,
catch hold of her breasts, and enjoy her:
this is “Manmathpriya” (Dear to Cupid).

Lying-down Positions – Samputa Group:
————————————

If your penis is too small for a woman,
the “Samputa” group of postures should be used:
“Samputa” (the Jewel Case),
“Pidita” (the Squeeze), “Veshtita (the Entwined)
and “Vadavaka” (the Mare’s Trick).

In Samputa your legs lie along hers
caressing their whole length from toes to thighs.
Your lover may be below you,
or you may both lie on your sides,
in which case she should always be on your left.

In Pidita the lovers’ thighs
are interlaced and squeeze each other in rhythm.
In Veshtita she crosses her thighs
or rolls each one inward,
thus greatly strengthening her yoni’s grip.

…End of the part1. To be continued..

Hearing the buzzer, I ran downstairs to let her in. I hadn’t seen her
for almost a month. We had talked on the phone a few times, but one
thought coursed through my mind: her back. She had promised me her
back. Well, I could only use my hands, but that would be enough.

We went to my room and closed the door. She lay face down on my couch
— and I began to massage her back through her T-shirt. Afraid to
make any unwanted advances, I sat beside the couch. She told me I
could sit on top of her and so I did, now reaching under the back of
her shirt to caress her soft skin. As I worked my way up her back, I
reached her bra-strap. I worked around it for a while, and then asked
if I could remove it. She nodded, and I unstrapped it.

Now having full access to her back, I kneaded the length of her spine
with my fingertips, progressing from tender caresses to vigorous
thrusts, up and down the length of her back. By now I had pushed her
shirt up to her shoulders. I took a bottle of massage oil off the
shelf and warned her that her shirt might get oily. She removed it
and placed it beneath her, barely covering her breasts.

I spread some oil on her back and then started to massage large
circles, warming her back with the motion. I could hear how her
breathing quickened at moments, but I said nothing. I massaged her
thoroughly — her spine, beneath her shoulder blades, her exposed
sides, the back of her neck.

Finally, my desire overcame my restraint. I asked her if I could lick
her back. She teased me, asking me if I really liked the taste of
oil. I asked again, and she said yes. I then licked her ever so
slowly, starting from the base of her spine, snaking up with the tip
of my tongue until I reached her neck, then slithering back down. I
did it again and again, each time faster; I could her gasp at the
moist pressure of my tongue. I kissed the whole area of her back
nibbling from the shoulders down to the waistline, even reaching
beneath the elastic of her sweatpants with my tongue. I began to lick
in sudden, hard strokes up her back with the flat of my tongue, and
her gasps escalated to moans. Still seated sbove her, I could feel
her pelvis squirm with each thrust of my tongue, but I held back. I
licked each arm, kissing inside her elbows, carressing her arms and
hands with my lips. I nibbled at her neck, licking closer and closer
to her face. I then tightened my knees around her waist and began to
lick up her spine again. By now I had been licking her back and arms
for almost half an hour. And this time when I neared her face, she
met me for a kiss…

–
Daniel Tunkelang (quixote@athena.mit.edu)

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

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

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

______________________________________________________________________________

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

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

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

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

______________________________________________________________________________

More later…

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

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

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

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

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

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

real than I could ever imagine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

she finally came back to Earth and noticed me standing outside

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

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

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

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

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

her request.

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

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

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

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

…End of the part1. To be continued..

morning.

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

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

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

decidedly on edge.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

white law firm of Wright & Wright.

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

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

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

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

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

on Mr. Bettis anything his little black heart desired.

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

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

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

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

dribble.

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

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

of any law firm in the country.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

slightest measure of arousal.

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

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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..

Who was he? I only met him this morning. We talked briefly at our
chance meeting while browsing the shelves at a local bookstore. He was strong
and muscular. Tall, about 6 feet, with sandy brown hair. I suppose I was
attracted to him, for when he asked me to his place for a glass of wine, I
readily accepted.

As I sat there before the fireplace in his den, my thoughts drifted to
this afternoon, of the private moments I enjoyed as I prepared for this
evening. I recalled having completed my shower and feeling warm all over as I
passed the soft towel over my naked body. Standing naked before my mirror, I
admired the shapely form of my body. My rounded well proportioned breasts were
firm with large cherry-red nipples. Looking down, I could just see the
glistening folds of my vaginal lips, through the dusty blonde hairs of my pubic
mound. I remember trying to decide what to wear. I selected a sexy, loose
fitting button down blouse and matching shorts, which I laid out in preparation
for this evening. I chose a dainty bra and panty set. Both were made of red
silk with a touch of black lace. Dressing, the bra fit snugly, firming my
round breasts, the panties were briefs, ending just above the line of my pubic
mound. As the cool silk of the undergarments touched my warm skin, I felt a
tingling sensation which sent a shiver through out my body. I sat at the edge
of my bed, wearing only the bra and panties. I remember the internal stirring
I felt in anticipation of what this evening would bring. The desire within my
groin began to spread upward towards my abdomen, and slowly consumed my mind
and body. Looking at the clock, I knew I had time to lie back and give in to
my yearnings.

I remember, lying on my bed, the coolness of the silk bra stimulating
my breasts. I remember thinking of the pleasures I have come to enjoy in
private moments of solitude. I remember slowly sliding my fingers under my bra
and caressing my breast, slowly kneading the nipple, gently rubbing it between
my fingers. I remember closing my eyes and letting my mind ease into the
pleasure my caresses were creating. I remember becoming aroused, as my other
hand slipped under my bra, and I caressed both my breasts. I thought of the
pleasures I experienced as I massaged my hardened nipples between my fingers.

A crackle of a burning log returned me to the present. The thoughts
of this afternoon, along with the effects of the wine began to have an effect
on me. I could feel myself becoming aroused. As I looked into the fire, I
felt the familiar yearning deep in my groin. My breasts began to ache, as my
nipples engorged and hardened. I tightly crossed my thighs and began a gentle
rhythmic tensing of my pelvis. I could feel the moistness forming within the
lips of my vagina. I looked up at him, he seemed preoccupied with the fire,
unaware of the sexual desires slowly building within me.

Again my thoughts left the present and passed back to this afternoon.
I remembered, as I lay on the bed, reaching down over my pelvis, running my
fingers over my panties. I remembered the moistness of the thin piece of silken
underwear, as I let my fingers slip under the panties. I thought of my moist
vaginal lips, how the wetness felt. I remembered how I slowly began to gently
tease my soaking vagina, the intense feelings as I ran my fingers between the
soft labial folds, carefully sliding along side my swollen clitoris. I remember
gently stroking my clitoris, slowly forming circles around it. I could almost
feel the quivers my throbbing clitoris passed upward into my abdomen during
that afternoon’s pleasures when I brought myself to a very fulfilling orgasm.

I took another sip of wine, and my mind returned to the present. He
looked back at me as he stood before the fire, stoking the logs. A soft smile
appeared upon his lips before he turned back to the fire. I watched him as he
knelt before the fireplace and played with the burning ambers. The glow of the
fire, and the rush of the wine was slowly making my head spin. I could feel the
heat spreading through out my body. In an effort to cool off, I unconsciously
opened the top buttons of my blouse. I felt the coolness of my silk bra upon my
breasts. Through clouded eyes I looked for him. He rose, and walked from the
room, stating the need to get another bottle of wine. I heard his footsteps,
descending the stairs to the wine cellar. There I sat, the warmth of the fire,
the coolness of my silk undergarments upon my skin, alone.

I closed my eyes, and laid my head back upon the soft cushions of the
couch behind me. My head was spinning, both from the wine and the thoughts of
the pleasures I gave myself earlier. I could still feel the tingling glow from
the orgasm I had this afternoon. Opening my eyes, I starred at the burning
logs. The warmth of the fire spread up over my chest and radiated up to my
neck. The heat was stirring a desire within me. In a daze, I opened the
remaining buttons of my blouse. The coolness, as the open blouse bared my
chest, stirred me to greater desire. My hand moved again to my chest. I undid
the front clasp of the bra, and let the cups fall away from my breasts. My
fingers reached for my nipple. I began to massage the swollen tip with my thumb
and index finger, and gave in to the pleasure of the moment. My thoughts were
no longer of the pleasures of this afternoon, but rather of the intensity that
was now building deep within my groin. I could feel my nipple hardening as I
continued to massage the tip.

Slowly, my other hand moved towards my breasts. Its fingers reached
for the nipple, and I began to gently massage the hardened nipple between my
thumb and index finger. Both nipples were now engorged and throbbed with
pleasure as my fingers massaged the tips. I moaned softly as the waves of
pleasure my fingers created upon my breasts spread to my pelvis. I was in a
world of my own, concentrating only on the throbbing within my groin & abdomen
as I continued the intense stimulation of my nipples. I crossed my legs and by
tensing my thigh muscles applied a gentle pressure upon my groin. I began to
rock my pelvis, increasing the intensity of the pressure upon my vaginal lips
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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

–

Hearing the buzzer, I ran downstairs to let her in. I hadn’t seen her
for almost a month. We had talked on the phone a few times, but one
thought coursed through my mind: her back. She had promised me her
back. Well, I could only use my hands, but that would be enough.

We went to my room and closed the door. She lay face down on my couch
— and I began to massage her back through her T-shirt. Afraid to
make any unwanted advances, I sat beside the couch. She told me I
could sit on top of her and so I did, now reaching under the back of
her shirt to caress her soft skin. As I worked my way up her back, I
reached her bra-strap. I worked around it for a while, and then asked
if I could remove it. She nodded, and I unstrapped it.

Now having full access to her back, I kneaded the length of her spine
with my fingertips, progressing from tender caresses to vigorous
thrusts, up and down the length of her back. By now I had pushed her
shirt up to her shoulders. I took a bottle of massage oil off the
shelf and warned her that her shirt might get oily. She removed it
and placed it beneath her, barely covering her breasts.

I spread some oil on her back and then started to massage large
circles, warming her back with the motion. I could hear how her
breathing quickened at moments, but I said nothing. I massaged her
thoroughly — her spine, beneath her shoulder blades, her exposed
sides, the back of her neck.

Finally, my desire overcame my restraint. I asked her if I could lick
her back. She teased me, asking me if I really liked the taste of
oil. I asked again, and she said yes. I then licked her ever so
slowly, starting from the base of her spine, snaking up with the tip
of my tongue until I reached her neck, then slithering back down. I
did it again and again, each time faster; I could her gasp at the
moist pressure of my tongue. I kissed the whole area of her back
nibbling from the shoulders down to the waistline, even reaching
beneath the elastic of her sweatpants with my tongue. I began to lick
in sudden, hard strokes up her back with the flat of my tongue, and
her gasps escalated to moans. Still seated sbove her, I could feel
her pelvis squirm with each thrust of my tongue, but I held back. I
licked each arm, kissing inside her elbows, carressing her arms and
hands with my lips. I nibbled at her neck, licking closer and closer
to her face. I then tightened my knees around her waist and began to
lick up her spine again. By now I had been licking her back and arms
for almost half an hour. And this time when I neared her face, she
met me for a kiss…

–
Daniel Tunkelang (quixote@athena.mit.edu)

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

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

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

______________________________________________________________________________

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

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

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

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

______________________________________________________________________________

More later…

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

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

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

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

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..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The water washed the cum easily away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Who was he? I only met him this morning. We talked briefly at our
chance meeting while browsing the shelves at a local bookstore. He was strong
and muscular. Tall, about 6 feet, with sandy brown hair. I suppose I was
attracted to him, for when he asked me to his place for a glass of wine, I
readily accepted.

As I sat there before the fireplace in his den, my thoughts drifted to
this afternoon, of the private moments I enjoyed as I prepared for this
evening. I recalled having completed my shower and feeling warm all over as I
passed the soft towel over my naked body. Standing naked before my mirror, I
admired the shapely form of my body. My rounded well proportioned breasts were
firm with large cherry-red nipples. Looking down, I could just see the
glistening folds of my vaginal lips, through the dusty blonde hairs of my pubic
mound. I remember trying to decide what to wear. I selected a sexy, loose
fitting button down blouse and matching shorts, which I laid out in preparation
for this evening. I chose a dainty bra and panty set. Both were made of red
silk with a touch of black lace. Dressing, the bra fit snugly, firming my
round breasts, the panties were briefs, ending just above the line of my pubic
mound. As the cool silk of the undergarments touched my warm skin, I felt a
tingling sensation which sent a shiver through out my body. I sat at the edge
of my bed, wearing only the bra and panties. I remember the internal stirring
I felt in anticipation of what this evening would bring. The desire within my
groin began to spread upward towards my abdomen, and slowly consumed my mind
and body. Looking at the clock, I knew I had time to lie back and give in to
my yearnings.

I remember, lying on my bed, the coolness of the silk bra stimulating
my breasts. I remember thinking of the pleasures I have come to enjoy in
private moments of solitude. I remember slowly sliding my fingers under my bra
and caressing my breast, slowly kneading the nipple, gently rubbing it between
my fingers. I remember closing my eyes and letting my mind ease into the
pleasure my caresses were creating. I remember becoming aroused, as my other
hand slipped under my bra, and I caressed both my breasts. I thought of the
pleasures I experienced as I massaged my hardened nipples between my fingers.

A crackle of a burning log returned me to the present. The thoughts
of this afternoon, along with the effects of the wine began to have an effect
on me. I could feel myself becoming aroused. As I looked into the fire, I
felt the familiar yearning deep in my groin. My breasts began to ache, as my
nipples engorged and hardened. I tightly crossed my thighs and began a gentle
rhythmic tensing of my pelvis. I could feel the moistness forming within the
lips of my vagina. I looked up at him, he seemed preoccupied with the fire,
unaware of the sexual desires slowly building within me.

Again my thoughts left the present and passed back to this afternoon.
I remembered, as I lay on the bed, reaching down over my pelvis, running my
fingers over my panties. I remembered the moistness of the thin piece of silken
underwear, as I let my fingers slip under the panties. I thought of my moist
vaginal lips, how the wetness felt. I remembered how I slowly began to gently
tease my soaking vagina, the intense feelings as I ran my fingers between the
soft labial folds, carefully sliding along side my swollen clitoris. I remember
gently stroking my clitoris, slowly forming circles around it. I could almost
feel the quivers my throbbing clitoris passed upward into my abdomen during
that afternoon’s pleasures when I brought myself to a very fulfilling orgasm.

I took another sip of wine, and my mind returned to the present. He
looked back at me as he stood before the fire, stoking the logs. A soft smile
appeared upon his lips before he turned back to the fire. I watched him as he
knelt before the fireplace and played with the burning ambers. The glow of the
fire, and the rush of the wine was slowly making my head spin. I could feel the
heat spreading through out my body. In an effort to cool off, I unconsciously
opened the top buttons of my blouse. I felt the coolness of my silk bra upon my
breasts. Through clouded eyes I looked for him. He rose, and walked from the
room, stating the need to get another bottle of wine. I heard his footsteps,
descending the stairs to the wine cellar. There I sat, the warmth of the fire,
the coolness of my silk undergarments upon my skin, alone.

I closed my eyes, and laid my head back upon the soft cushions of the
couch behind me. My head was spinning, both from the wine and the thoughts of
the pleasures I gave myself earlier. I could still feel the tingling glow from
the orgasm I had this afternoon. Opening my eyes, I starred at the burning
logs. The warmth of the fire spread up over my chest and radiated up to my
neck. The heat was stirring a desire within me. In a daze, I opened the
remaining buttons of my blouse. The coolness, as the open blouse bared my
chest, stirred me to greater desire. My hand moved again to my chest. I undid
the front clasp of the bra, and let the cups fall away from my breasts. My
fingers reached for my nipple. I began to massage the swollen tip with my thumb
and index finger, and gave in to the pleasure of the moment. My thoughts were
no longer of the pleasures of this afternoon, but rather of the intensity that
was now building deep within my groin. I could feel my nipple hardening as I
continued to massage the tip.

Slowly, my other hand moved towards my breasts. Its fingers reached
for the nipple, and I began to gently massage the hardened nipple between my
thumb and index finger. Both nipples were now engorged and throbbed with
pleasure as my fingers massaged the tips. I moaned softly as the waves of
pleasure my fingers created upon my breasts spread to my pelvis. I was in a
world of my own, concentrating only on the throbbing within my groin & abdomen
as I continued the intense stimulation of my nipples. I crossed my legs and by
tensing my thigh muscles applied a gentle pressure upon my groin. I began to
rock my pelvis, increasing the intensity of the pressure upon my vaginal lips
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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

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

“Sure. Mind menthol?”

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

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

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

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

“Mind if I smoke?”, she asked.

“No. Not at all.”, I replied

“Do you want some?”

“Yeah. Sure.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Uhhhhhggg.”, I whimpered.

“Mmmmmm.”, she replied.

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

“Uhhhhhggg.”

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

“Forgive me father, for I have sinned.”

That was how I began kneeling in that little cubicle asking
the local parish priest to intercede for me. “It has been two months
since my last confession and these are my sins.”

“Go ahead my daughter,” Father Ryan said to me.

“Father, I have lied, I have disobeyed my parents, and I have
sworn. And …”

“Yes, my dear,” he urged me to continue.

“And father, I have fucked 16 boys.”

I heard Father Ryan suck in his breath at that one. But, regaining
his compsure rapidly, he said merely, “Tell me more my child.” And this
is the story that I related to him.

I guess I should begin by saying that my name is Jenny though
some of my friends call me Jen. I guess soon some of them might be
calling me slut. But that’s okay, ’cause I guess it’s probably trye.
In any case, I’m sixteen years old, kinda’ plain looking I guess,
smallish, with glasses. Actually, I’m not much more than 5-feet tall and
usually weigh around 95 pounds. I still think I’ve got a decent body
and, considering my size, my boobs are downright decent.

I was always a good Christian. I seldom had dates but when I
did, I was pretty firm in brushing off any advances. But that all changed
a couple of weeks ago. Me and my girlfriend Sue went to the movies together
with her twin brother Don. Don is kind of the nerdy type and you can
leave it to him to do the nerdy thing.

We were watching the movie when Sue got up to go to the rest
room. Don, who had been sitting next to his sister slid over a seat next
to me. After a few moments he asked me if I wanted some popcorn. I said
sure and put my hand into the box. Well, the asshole had put a hole in
the bottom, unzipped his fly, and had his huge cock poking though it.
Very original!

I was pissed. “I don’t believe you did that,” I said to him
loudly enough so that other people turned to look. “You are a jerk.”

“Shhhh,” he said to me looking around nervously. “Don’t tell
Sue, okay?”

His eyes looked terrified and I felt a little sorry for him. I
reached back into the popcorn box and his cock had shrunk into a pathetic
little shrivel. I felt a twinge of excitement in my groin and began
playing with his penis. It quickly regained its former stature and he
began breathing heavily.

“I do this with my sister all the time,” he whispered between
pants. As I was digesting the significance of that statement he exploded
a disgusting gooey mess all over my hand. Not ten seconds later, Sue
arrived and I excused myself to go the lady’s room. I cleaned up in
there.

Nobody said a word about the whole affair and that night I went
to bed and thought about the whole thing. I fantasized about touching
that cock, about putting it into my mouth, about being fucked by it.
My hand unconsciously dropped to my crotch and, for the first time in
my life, I soon masturbated myself to a delicious orgasm.

A couple of days later I saw Don in school and he said to me,
“You wanna’ get together after classes?” I shook my head but he said
“Meet me at the 7-11 at 4.” I walked away without saying anything.

The rest of the classes seemed to drag by as I thought about
the conversation. I couldn’t let a little prick like that boss me
around but I wanted to hear more about him and his sister. And I
a found myself squirming as my pussy got wetter and wetter. By the
end of the day I was both embarassed at my predicament and horny as
hell. I may have been a virgin, but I now knew what the it was like
to be in a nympho-rage.

And so it was that I found myself in the parking lot of the
local 7-11 at the appointed time. And there was Don sitting in the
shit-box of a Renault that he called a car. I walked up to the
driver’s side window and he said to me, “Get around and get in.”
I rebelled slightly at the thought of being bossed around but I
was always pretty easy to dominate. Maybe it was because of my
petitness.

So I got in the car and barely closed the door before he was
backing up the car and driving off. I looked at him as he silently
concentrated on the driving. He was UGLY, that was the only word for
it. But, I was attracted.

And so it was that he drove some several miles into the country
finally arriving at a dirt lane that led into an old, abandoned farm. He
drove the car around the back of the barn with the pitching and swaying
of the auto’s jiggling bringing waves of excitement over me. My legs
trembled slightly as I left the vehicle when Don elicited the simple
comment, “OK, we’re here.”

In the back of my mind, thoughts of “where does this cocksucker
get off treating me this way?” wandered briefly but I quickly pushed
them aside. Don led me through an opening in the back to a ladder
leading to a loft.

“You first,” he commanded. I blushed slightly at the thought
that he would have a perfect view looking up my skirt as I scaled the
ladder. As I neared the top I looked down and, sure enough, he was
looking straight up. I wondered if my wetness had dampened my panties.

Don scrambled up the ladder quickly and stood in front of me
leering. I backed away slightly as I saw the bulge growing in his pants.
“Kiss me,” he said reaching out.

He grabbed the back of my head and and put his mouth over mine.
His tongue soon invaded my mouth as he edged me back against the wall.
Then his body was pressing into mine and I could feel his hard cock
pressing against me. Soon, his hands we’re dropping to my tits and
rubbing them both. “No,” I said breaking the kiss and attempting to
get from between him and the wall of the old barn.

“FUCK!” he yelled stepping away, “Make up your mind, bitch!
Do you want me or not?”

“I’m scared, Don,” I said to him in a quivering voice. “What will
people think?”

“Well then, fuck you,” he said with venom dripping from his voice.
“If you change you’re mind let me know.” With that he started for the
ladder.

“Please don’t go,” I said.

“Well then,” he began turning back towards me, “No more of this
nonsense. I’m the boss here and you will do whatever I tell you. Do you
understand?”

“Yes,” I whimpered feeling all vestiges of pride draining from me.
This nerd of a guy with the pimples was going to fuck me right here and
now. And, he was not going to be nice about it.

“That’s better but, and I’ll only warn you this once, you will do
whatever I say or you will be promptly punished. Your body will be mine
whenever I desire and for whatever I want to use it for.” He looked at
me with a look of smug victory. Though a part of me rebelled at being
talked to this way, a bigger part of me melted. The thought of punishment
brought waves of pleasure to my now sopping groin.

“I will do whatever you want me to, Don,” I said simply.

“Take off your clothes,” he commanded.

I must have hesitated because he grabbed me and threw me face first
over a couple of old saw horses. It didn’t occur to me till later that
they were deliberately placed for the purpose of what was to follow.

I found myself face down bent over the horses. My skirt was quickly
lifted up and I dared not to resist. Just as quickly I felt my panties
being violently lowered till they were around my knees. I shivered as I
felt a finger draw a line from the top of the crack of my ass to the
front of my pussy. It paused at my asshole and my cunt-hole.

Then I cried out as his hand came careening down to whack me on
my ass. Again and again blows came down as I received a humiliating
spanking. I squirmed and tried to put my hands back to ward off the
blows but he merely grabbed both of my wrists in one hand as he spanked
me with the other. My ass grew warm as the punishment turned my cheeks
bright red. After what must have been thirty blows, the spanking stopped.

“Now bitch, I’m gonna’ pop the virgin cherry of yours and you’re
gonna love it!” I looked back to see his cock sticking out of his
unzippered pants bulging big and purple. It looked about three-feet long
to me. With one push he was inside of me as I felt the hymen of my
youth being torn away. It hurt but not as bad as the spanking did.

He thrust in and out of me harder and harder and his hands
groped inside of my blouse for my tits. I began moving my hips to
match his thrusts as I felt the second orgasm of my life welling inside
of me. Then I came in deep, delicious pulsations. Not thirty seconds
later I came again as he pushed himself ever more violently into
my pussy. “Oh, God,” I screamed as I came yet a third time and he too
began grunting as he exploded inside of me. I half collapsed onto the
floor as he backed away.

“Lick it off,” he said to me.

I knelt in front of him and took his now shrinking member into
my mouth and licked it clean with my tongue. Looking down, he examined
his member and clucked a quiet approval. “I will drive you home now, but
I expect to meet you the same place, same time tomorrow. Understand?”

“Yes, Don,” I said meekly.

That night, I lay in bed thinking of the days events. My crotch
felt as though I still had him inside of me. I wondered wether he was
big or small as far as guys went. It had looked HUGE to me. Then, my
thoughts drifted to how he bossed me around and how he punished me. My
fingers drifted to my cunt and I started rubbing myself harder and
harder till I came as I remembered the humiliating spaking the pimple-
faced nerd had administered. Was I becoming a whore?

The next day was a little less dramatic from a pain stand point
of view. I met Don as instructed and we drove to the same location. While
outside, Don instructed me to remove my panties. I did so and he threw
them on the front seat of the car. Again, I climbed the ladder first and
again, he peered up but this time at my exposed pussy. I was already wet.

In the loft, I looked around quickly. The barn itself had obviously
not been used for farming activities in some years. However, the upstairs
looked as though it had been. I didn’t know if it was just Don or if other
guys came up here. I wondered if Don brought his sister up here or if
they fucked at home or if they fucked at all. There was some weird con-
traptions hanging from the ceiling and from one of the side walls. I was
pretty sure they were not related to any farming activities but said
nothing to Don.

“Remove your clothes,” Don said to me. I began to unbutton my
blouse when he shrieked, “Quickly!”. My clothes were on the floor in
30 seconds.

“Lay on that pile of hay and masturbate yourself,” he said.

I moved to the far end of the floor where a thick pile of hay lay
and laid down with my legs spread facing Don. I felt self-conscious but
I my ass was still sore from the spanking I had received yesterday and so,
I did not want to receive another. I closed my eyes and let my hand rove
my body. I soon found myself fantasizing about the fucking I had received
yesterday and it wasn’t long before my groping fingers found their way
inside my sloppy pussy. I opened my eyes to see if Don was watching and
saw him sitting on one of the saw-horses with an abviously huge erection
bulging through his pants. Oh, how I wanted that cock! And then, I came
in a shower of sparks.

I laid back and said quietly, “I did what you asked, Don, now
please fuck me. Fuck me, okay?”

Don looked at me and smiled wickedly. “You were okay and so, today
you will be rewarded. Undress me.”

I got up and walked over to him. I unbuttoned his short and ran
my hands over his chest. Next, my hands worked down to his pants and I
rubbed his erect penis through the material. I heard him gasp slightly.

Withing a few minutes I found myself back on the floor with
Don thrusting his face between my legs. He was going to eat me! I reached
down and clutched the back of his head as I felt his tongue and his lips
working over my cunt. He reached out and lifted my legs upon to his shoul-
ders exposing me to deep thrusts of his tongue into my pussy that started
to make me tingle with another building orgasm. Next, I felt his fingers
starting to probe my asshole. With a suddent thrust, he inserted a finger
deep inside of my that sent me over the edge into another climax that
seemed to be the deepest yet.

“Fuck me,” I begged hoarsely between contractions.

With my legs still on his shoulders, Don guided his penis into
me. Just the head at first, in and out, in and out. “Harder,” I cried,
“Farther. Stick it into me.” I was wild with frenzy and wanted him to
fuck the living daylights out of me. I wanted to not be able to walk
for a week.

With that he bent my legs far forward and started attacking me
with glee. Harder and deeper his thrusts went. I could feel his balls
slapping against my ass as he seemed to be ripping me apart. “Oh, God,
I’m gonna’ come again,” I screamed. And then I exploded into climax
after climax. I reached as best I could to his ass and pulled him
hard trying to get that clorious cock to somehow find away to sink yet
deeper. “Fuck me, Don. Fuck me, Don,” I said timed to each thrust of
his hips. “Make it hurt,” I cried.

I reached down and felt his balls which eveidently was more
than he could stand. I felt his cock throb inside of me and then
he gushed spurt after spurt of semen inside of me. It felt wonderful!

Don collapsed onto the floor panting and I pulled his head onto
my breast, gently stroking his hair. “That was wonderful, my lover,”
I said to him, “Can we do this every day.”

This went on for a number of weeks, though not every day. We
explored new positions and new locales. We did it in the boys rest
room before school hours, in my parents bed one day when they weren’t
home, even in a church pew. Don was like a schizophrenic. Some days
he was very nice to me. Other days came frightful punishments when
I didn’t please him just so. Though the sex was great, I came to
like it better when accompanied by the punishment.

School let out for the summer and July 4th was just around
the corner when he said to me, “Jenny, you’re ready now.”

“Ready for what?” I asked automatically unbuttoning my
blouse.

“Tell your parents that you are spending Independence day
with me and my sister. That’s actually the truth but I have a suprise
for you.”

My heart beat a little faster as I realized I might find out
just what the hell, if anything, was going on between Don and Sue. I
had thought about it often with emotions torn between excitement
that she was fucking her own brother and out and out jealousy.

July 4th rolled around and, for a change, Don drove to the
house to pick me up. I waved good bye to my parents telling them
I did not know exactly when I would be home but that it would
probably be shortly after the fireworks. I didn’t say exactly what
types of fireworks I had in mind.

I was disappointed to see that Sue was not in the car. Don
merely said that I would see her later and he drove off. After
traversing several blocks, he pulled the car to the side of the
road and handed me a bag. Put these on, he said simply. Inside
of the bag was sone flimsy night clothes and a blind-fold.

“Don, I can’t,” I said looking at the cars going by.

“Do it you fucking whore!” he snarled at me. “Do it or
I’m going to bring you home and you’ll never know what you missed
today.”

I slinkered down into the car seat and stripped off my clothes
and put on the lingerie he had brought to me. It was actually a two
piece suit with purple panties and a matching see through nightie.
Last, I put on the blindfold.

“Put your hands in front of you,” he said. I did so and felt
the cold iciness of steel locking around my wrists. He handcuffed me!
“Don’t touch the blind-fold,” he commanded.

After another fifteen minutes or so of driving, I had totally
lost track of all the turns. We ended up pulling into a driveway or
a parking lot obvioulsy made of gravel. Don turned the engine off and
came around to my side of the car and opened the door. I carefully
got out and then he put something around my throat. “A dog collar,”
he announced simply.

“Now listen, very carefully,” he said, “You are to do whatever
I or anyone else says to you. Do NOT embarrass me.”

“What do you mean you or anyone else?” I said.

“Shut up.” he said jerking on the collar. He led me by the leash
across a short expanse. “Watch your step,” said to me leading me up
a set of stairs and through a door. We went through what seemed to be
a short hallway into a room where I sensed, but could not here, other
people. I heard a chain jingle and then my arms were lifted over my
head. I heard a snap and my arms were released but I couldn’t lower
them. I was chained!

“Here she is,” Don announced.

“She’s tiny,” said another voice. It sounded like a grown man.

All of a sudden, the room exploded into more voices than I could
count. Most sounded like boys around Don’s age. Others seemed older. Some
of the voices I thought I could recognize but I wasn’t certain.

I was left hanging there for several minutes as laughter and
conversation consumed the room. I was terrified. Then, I felt a hand
on my ass rubbing up and down drifting lower to feel my pussy through
the material. The hand roamed around to the front of my body and I felt
an erect cock pressing against my buttocks. First one hand, then another,
encircled my breasts and began to fondle them roughly. The the hand lowered
to my pantied and lifted them to allow entrance. The hand groped my
cunt and I felt a finger painfully inserted into me.

“The fucking cunt isn’t even wet,” the voice exclaimed at the same
time as I heard the obvious clicking of a camera.

All of a sudden there were hands all over me. I was lowered from
the chain that suspended me. What few clothes I had were torn off as
I was pushed from one set of open arms to another. I was kissed roughly
by one, had one pussy grabbed by another, and on and on and on.

After what seemed an eternity I was dragged several feet and
forced to lay over the knees of somebody who smelled as though he had
been drinking. Smack! I felt the familiar stinging sensation as a hand
came down forcefully on my ass. Smack! The sound rang through the room
as voices urged my punisher on. Smack! The hand that was punishing me
seemed much larger and meatier than Don’s. In any case, the blows
were much harder. Smack!

This went on for five or six minutes. I cried out in pain but
that only caused the blows to come down harder. “Bitch,” the voice
exclaimed in time with the spanking. “You’ve gotta lesson to learn
and you’re gonna learn it now!”. Smack!

Gradually, my howls of pain mixed with howls of lust as I
heard all the male voices urging my tormentor on. Where was Don,
I wondered? Who cares!

All at once the spanking stopped but I was still pinned across
his knees. I began to think of him as Superman. One of Superman’s
hands was planted in my back holding me down. The other he slipped
between my legs and started moving to my pussy. I was so sopping wet
that I could smell myself in heat. At the moment of rough contact,
I exploded into an orgasm.

“The bitch is ready,” he announced standing up and allowing
me to uncerimoniously roll onto the floor. “You all draw numbers
like usual, but the cunt is mine first!”

Draw numbers? All of a sudden, it occurred (or re-occurred)
to me that I was in a room – where I didn’t know – with a bunch of
men – who I didn’t know – being sexually abused. Gawd! It was
wonderful!!!

I heard some comotion and then a whining voice complain,
“Sixteen! That sucks!.”

“No, the bitch sucks,” said Superman, “Watch.”

“Get on your knees,” he said. I knew he was talking to me but,
even if I hadn’t, the jerking of the leash which was still around
my neck, would have told me. I knelt in the direction that Superman’s
voice seemed to be coming from and, with my wrists still cuffed,
groped till I felt the legs in front of me. I groped further and
my hands felt the erection of a monster cock through the pants
material. “You know what to do.”

I unzipped him and felt around finally extracting ‘Super-Penis’
through the hole in his underwear. It fell out and hit me in the mouth.
I took it between my lips and started licking and sucking as my hands
went up and down the shaft. The son-of-a-bitch was huge. Not only was
he much longer than Don, but it was wide!

All of a sudden Superman’s hand reached behind my head and
grabbed me. Then he began to wham his prick into my mouth. I tried to
push against him with my hands but he was to strong. Farther and
farther he pushed and all I could do was open my mouth wider and give
him a clear access to my throat.

Soon, he was actually in my throat and I was fighting a
gagging reflex. But he thrust his hips ever forward while holding my
head still. All at once, he gave a big thrust forward and I felt his
balls slapping against my chin. My nose was in his mat of tangled
pubic hair as his cock impaled my throat deeply.

“Suck and lick you fucking whore-bitch,” he commanded.

With his cock so deep in me, stretching my throat to the
bursting point, I reangled my head to give Super-Penis a straighter
path. I swished my tongue over the base of his cock feeling the
hairs between my teeth. I moved my whole body back and forth letting
his cock slide up and down my throat. I began to get excited as I
felt his cock stiffen and get even bigger. I knew he was about to
cum. And, all of a sudden cum he did. It seemed like gallons of it
gushing into my mouth and throat. I could feel some escape and drip
down from the corner of my mouth.

No sooner was Superman down with me than a smaller set of hands
grabbed my shoulders and pulled me down on the floor. “Hello whore,”
a voice attached to the hands, “I’m going to fuck you. And so is
everyone in this room. And then we’re going to fuck you again.”

All I could do in response was moan as I felt my pussy contract.
The hands groped my breasts and squashed them against my chest.
I decided to call this one Number 2. He grabbed the chain between the
cuffs than bound my wrists and forced my arms over my head. Another
set of hands then pinned my arms to the floor as I heard Number 2
unzip his fly. He knelt down roughly spreading my legs wide and
quickly penetrated my cunt. His cock felt more Don-size and I took
him easily. “Tell me you love me,” he said to me as he thrust rapidly
into and out of me. His voice seemed young, maybe younger than Don’s.

“I love you,” I said. I felt another orgasm welling inside of
me as his cock started to stiffen. But instead of shotting his load
into me, he pulled out. I felt his cum spraying over my face and
and tits.

“One your hands and knees,” came the deep voice of number
three. These guys were fucking me almost faster than I count. Number
2 was the slam-bam-thank-you-ma’m type but, I had a feeling this
guy was going to be different.

Obeying the voice which sounded like an older black man’s,
I rolled over onto my tummy and raised myself onto my hands and knees.
I felt his hands on the upper part of my back and then felt him
squatting behind me. He entered me from behing with one big push of
a cock as long as Superman’s but not as thick. “Give me a ride,”
the deep voice commanded. I felt him take up the leash and jerk me
by the throat.

His weight was partially on my back and partially on my legs
as he stayed impaled in me. He must have been taking most of his
weight himself in his squatting position because I was able to
‘carry’ him as I began to crawl on my hands and knees. He humped me
while we slowly moved in whatever direction he jerked the leash.
He said something to me that I didn’t hear because I was concentrating
on that delicious cock buried inside of me. My head came jerking up
violently and I started to gag as he pulled on the leash sharply.
“I said to bark, bitch,” the low voice growled. “Bark like the dog
that you are!”

So, with a dick in my cunt, handcuffs on my wrists, a blind-
fold over my eyes, a leash around my neck, and a big, black man
riding me, I crawled around the room barking and growling like a
dog. Because that was what I had been told to do.

This was a long fuck and I came several times in small waves
of orgasm. But, all good things have to come to and end and I soon
felt the now familiar sensation of Number 3’s cock starting to grow
and throb inside of me. With that he pulled out of me and rolled me
onto the floor on my back and came all over my face and tits. I
stuck my tongue out greedily trying to suck up some of that cum.

“Now, my boy,” number three said to me, “jerk him off.”

I felt the presence of another body in front of me. Number
four was much smaller than the last one – presumably his son – and
had his dick already exposed waving in my face. For a small boy,
the dick was big.

I began to fondle his member and heard his breathing become
deeper rapidly. After no more than thirty seconds I massaged his
balls to be greeted my a massive explosion of sticky cum on my face.
I felt is dripping onto my tits and my belly. The boy was quick and
this was greeted by laughter around the room.

Feeling bad for the kid, I leaned forward to take his cock
into my mouth but instead had my arms roughly grabbed from behind.
I was jerked away and dragged across the floor to the cheering of
the spectators. “Now it’s my turn,” snarled a voice.

Dripping with cum in my face, in my hair, and hanging from
the nipples on my tits, I laid there in the middle of the floor
waiting to find out which way number five intended to mount me.
I didn’t have long to wait. “Don’t just lay there, bitch. Sit on
it.”

With that several sets of hands picked me up and put me
down ontop of him. He was already lying on the floor, face up,
and buck naked as far as I could tell. “Put it in,” he commanded
simply.

I reached down underneath me as well as I could with the
cuffs and, adjusting my position somewhat, grabbed his cock and
moved it towards my sloppy vagina. I assumed a squatting position
and lowered myself onto him. He seemed to be sized about like Don
but I wished he were sized more like number 1 or even number 3.
That is, until he actually entered me. I’d never done it this
way before and he felt huge with my weight pressing me down and
his cock impaling me from below.

“Fuck me,” he said, “You do the work – I’m tired.”

I began to raise and lower myself seven or eight inches
at a time. Despite what he said, he was raising his hips up
every time I lowered myself to sink himself as deep in me as he
could. The room was becoming noisy and a chant went up, “Hump
the bitch, hump the bitch.”

Though my legs were tiring, the fucking went on a long
time. I smelled liquor being poured in the room and I felt the
presence of bodies pressing close. A bottle of something foul
was pressed to my lips and I was forced to drink something
that burned my throat as it went down. At that, number five
started pumping vigorously into me and I came for the umpteenth
time. Unlike the others, I felt him stiffen inside of me and
then cum in spurts of delicious goo inside of me. I continued
to pumping even after I felt him go soft.

A voice then called saying, “Now it’s my turn, whore.
Come here.” The voice seemed to come from my left and I got up
and walked wobbly leg to where the voice seemed to come from.
Hands kept running over my body. One set stopped me from behind,
cupped my left breast roughly with one hand and stuck a finger
into my ass with the other.

“Now, fuck me,” said the voice that went with the finger.
Evidently, this was number six. Number six lowered me to the
floor on my back and threw my legs onto his shoulders and then
thrust his cock into my pussy. He leaned forward heavily till
my legs were almost over my ears and my cunt was facing straight
up. He pumped me so hard that I yelled in pain, “You’re killing me!”
That only brought a howl of laughter from the gaggle of males
that seemed to be pressing around. And number six fucked me long and
hard exploding his cum deep inside of me, so deep that I thought
he was going to come out of my throat. I didn’t have an orgasm
with him.

“Stand up,” I was told when he was though with me. So I
stood up and felt gooey jism drip down the inside of my legs. I
feared I must have looked a mess and I could smell myself. I
smelled like a whorehouse.

“Drink some more,” said a voice. The bottle of, I guessed
it must have been whiskey, was pushed to my lips again and, gagging,
I got several swallows down. I began to feel whoozy. “I have to
go to the bathroom,” I announced.

“So go ahead,” said the voice of someone who, though I hadn’t
fucked him yet, I certainly would soon.

“Where?” I asked.

“Right where you are, bitch!” said the voice. I felt something
being shoved between my legs. “Into the pail standing up.”

“No,” I said, “please don’t make me do that.”

“Who’s next?” the voice raged in anger.

“I am,” answered a voice. It was Don!

“Well that’s good because you brought the uncooperative bitch
here in the first place. I want her punished and I want her punished
good. She has to learn some respect.”

“Come here, Jen,” Don said to me pulling me by the arm. I
was a little scared of what the punishment could be. “I’m sorry I
have to do this to you, but you’ve got it coming.”

I was led to a narrow bench of some sort and forced to bend
over it face down. My hands were clamped into some sort of restraints
at the end and I was helpless to move. A few moments later, I felt
something greasy being applied around and then into my asshole. Don
was going to fuck me in the ass! The thought both excited me and
scared me.

I heard Don – I assumed it was still him behind me – unbuckling
his belt only to be greeted by a growing chant: “Punish her! Punish
her!” I began to grow scard.

All at once a felt his young man-hood pressing around my
virgin asshole. He was pressing the head of the cock I so adored against
my rose-bud slowly spreading me. I tried to relax myself but too late.
With a sudden thrust he entered me accompanied by a howling scream coming
from my own lips. I felt like I was being ripped apart. He stood still
with his prick in my asshole as I lay writhing underneath him.

“So, do it,” came a voice that seemed to be Superman’s -
my number one. How many were we up to? That’s right, Don was number
seven.

“Is my cock in your ass?” asked Don.

“Yes,” I gasped. Though the initial waves of pain were subsiding,
I still felt like I was impaled on a telephone pole.

“Wrong answer,” he said. And then I felt the lash of the belt
across my back. I screamed and wiggled but between my hands being bound
to the bench, and his weight on my ass, I couldn’t free myself from the
source of pain.

The first lash was followed by two more leaving streaks of
pain across my upper back. “Is my cock in your ass?” he asked again
putting inflection on the last word.

“Yes,” I screamed at him hysterically not knowing what it was
I was supposed to say to him.

Three more lashes. The leather of the belt stung viciously
as I was whipped in front of this crowd of men. “Say it you dumb
bitch!” he said to me, “Is my cock in your ass?”

“Yes,” I cried, “Your cock is in my ass!”

“That’s better,” he said softly. Now he began to slow pump
himself in and out of me. “I have to punish you now, Jen,” he said,
“Because you disobeyed an order. You are a slave, a tramp, and a
whore. And you must obey immediately the command of anybody in this
room. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I said, and then added, “Master.” His fucking was
becoming more vigorous and despite the pain and the humiliation,
I began raising my hips to swallow his manhood deeper into my bowels.

The belt came down again to enforce the lesson I had just
been taught. But the blows were half-hearted. Instead of the searing
pain I felt before, these hurt deliciously. Oh, I wanted to be
spanked again right there in front of all those people.

I felt Don’s penis stiffen and swell. He came inside of
my rectum in mightly lunges gushing his seed deep within my recesses.
I lifted my hips as high as I could to take him in and felt his balls
slapping against my twat.

When he withdrew from me I felt the need to evacuate my bowels
and hoped that Don didn’t have shit on the end of his dick. I also
felt pressure on my bladder reminding me that I had to pee like a
race horse.

But I wasn’t to be given an opportunity for I soon felt the
hands of number eight turning me over right on the bench forcing my
arms, which were still tied to the bench, to cross at the elbows.
He entered my pussy, now slippery with both my love juices and the
cum of I could hardly remember how many men, immediately and began
lifting me off the bench with each thrust.

Number eight seemed to be about average sized, maybe even
a little smaller, but he knew how to use what he had. My hips were
hanging over the edge of the bench and my pussy was pointing slightly
down as a result. Number eight was almost fucking me from below by
getting under me and with each thrust, burying himself into me until
the point where his cock was lifting me in the air a good six inches.
It was wonderful and I felt my come time and time again. He fucked
me for a good 15 minutes before pulling out and shooting his jism
all over my tits and stomach. All this time and he never said a
word to me.

When he was through with me, my hands were untied and I
was pulled up by the wrists. I was still handcuffed. I was led to
the same pail as before. This time I didn’t hesitate because I had
to go so bad I almost couldn’t stand it. I stood there with my legs
spread and staddling the pail and felt relief as the urine streamed
down noisily into the pail. Ahh, sweet relief. It didn’t bother me
at all that all these men were watching and laughing.

Over the next hour or so I was fucked again and again. There
was one that fucked me missionary style that couldn’t have been more
than thirteen years old. He came even more quickly than did number
six (or was it five?). He shot his load into me but most ejaculated
on my face or tits or belly. One guy lifted my legs onto his shoulders
but, instead of sticking himself into my cunt, he rammed himself into
my ass and gave me a rough butt-fucking. Unlike with Don, I came
mightily.

Number sixteen led me to the middle of the floor and forced
me to kneel in front of him and suck his cock. I felt cum leaking
from my pussy and from my violated asshole. I felt it dripping down
my face and throat, down the insides of my legs, and down my
belly from the tits. I was a mess but, now that it was almost over,
I was going to give this guy – he seemed to be just a kid – the
best blow job of his life.

I worked on him for a few minutes until he withdrew. He pulled
me to my feet and led me to the same bench as before. But, this time
I laid down in the opposite direction with my head hanging over the
edge. “Open your mouth,” he said.

Understanding, I opened myself trying to give him a clear shot
to my throat. He entered me and began pushing farther and farther.
I momentarily gagged as he entered my throat but the sound was muffled
as his manhood (boyhood?) prevented any sound from escaping. I breathed
threw my nose as he crammed himself deep in me. I swished my tongue
greedily over his his cock trying to reach around and stroke the
vein running along the bottom (or to me, the top). Then he emit a
groan as he released his load into me, most of it going right into my
throat. Some of his warm jism remained in my mouth and attempted to
suck it up but a little managed to dribble out of the corner of my
mouth.

I thought that would be it but a voice called out, “Who wants
seconds?” How long could this go on I wondered? I was helpless to leave
even if I wanted to but, I was beginning to get sore. I doubted I would
be able to walk anyway but bow-legged for weeks.

I was led to the middle of the room where I was commanded to
“Sit on it.” It sounded like number three, the black man with the long
dick. I straddled him at the hips and lowered myself onto his rejuvenated
cock. By the distance it went up into me I knew that, yes, this was
number 2.

“Now bend forward,” said another voice. It was Superman’s -
number one. The one with the HUGE pecker. I leaned forward as told
knowing what was to follow. I felt him straddle his legs around my
hips and with start to thrust himself into my rear end. He was much
bigger than the other two who had butt-fucked me and his first attempt
wasn’t successful. He then put his meaty hands on my shoulders and,
pulling against me, thrust harder into me causing me to shriek in
pain as he entered me. I felt moisture and knew that he was so big
that he was causing some bleeding. I could feel the two cocks
touching each other through the thin wall separating my nether region
from my overused pussy.

But that wasn’t enough. I then felt a third cock being pressed
against my lips. I opened my mouth to accept what I guessed to be
the dick of number nine or number ten. Without a voice, I couldn’t
be sure.

All at once, the three men started pumping. I was trapped
between the three and couldn’t move even if I had had the slightest
idea how to. Every cavity in my body was being filled with the cocks
of men that were fucking a high school girly probably half their
age.

I heard some squishing noises which turned out to be a couple
of the others masturbating themselves close by. They quickly came
onto my back but the ass/cunt/mouth fucking I was getting lasted
a while. The guy in front of me was pushing particularly hard and
I felt myself being shoved back onto the other two cocks so that
I was buried more deeply than I thought I could handle. The guy
underneath me was hitting bottom with every stroke. The guy on
top of me was shoving his member deep within the confines of
my bowels and had me spread wide open. All of a sudden I came
with violent orgasms. My whole body shook over and over as the
three men, almost simultaneously also came in me.

I must have fainted for I remember things going dark and,
the next thing I knew, I was on the bench on my back.

“Jenny,” a voice was saying sweetly. It was a feminine
voice.

“Sue?” I asked still groggy.

“It’s me, Jenny. It’s Sue. And, now it’s my turn.”

The last words didn’t really sink in. I was still trying to
figure out why it was dark. Then the blindfold, the handcuffs, and
the leash all came back to me. But I didn’t have time to say any
more for the next thing I was aware of was a damp, pungent pussy
being shoved in my face. I was to eat my girlfriend Sue!

She shoved her mound back and forth across my mouth till
my tongue darted out and began stroking her. I felt her asshole
rubbing my nose. Her hands drifted down and began rubbing my
tits and then my clit. She moaned softly as she ground her pussy
against my mouth till she let out a loud howl as she came. I
was on the edge myself and she finished me off quickly as she
lowered her face to my sopping crotch and darted her tongue
into me and over my clit.

After that, Don led me and Sue across the floor and though
a door. Among the voices that were jabbering I heard one say, “She’s
all right Don. And you did all right. Congratulations – you’re
a member.”

We were led to a room. I felt the handcuffs being removed
and Don said, “Okay, you can take the blindfolds off.”

I reached up and tore mine off in relief. I noticed that
Sue had been similary blind-folded and was surprised. Also, Sue
was as naked as I but, unlike myself, she wasn’t covered from
head to toe in men’s cum.

We showered in that room with Don standing outside of the
door. Sue explained the ordeal to me as best she could. All that she
really knew was that there was some all-male club in town. To be
a member, you had to introduce a woman to the group who was both
pretty and talented. I had never thought of myself as pretty before.
Sue also explained that the woman had to be submissive and I was
glad I was able to help Don.

She also told me of her experience several months before.
At the time, a total of 21 males were present for the ‘initiation’.
It seemed that the holiday found some members out of town. Her
mentor, a friend of Don’s named Franky had also gained admittance
to the club of which there were, evidently, about 50 activie members.

The girls were invited, but never forced, to come back. The
rules remained the same as far as blind-folds and bondage were
concerned, but lesbianism was also expected and encouraged.

When we were done, we were re-blindfolded and led outside
to the car. I could tell by the coolness that it was already evening
and that I had been fucking for seven or eight hours and not the
two or three that I thought.

Though I had washed, I felt I still smelled like a whore-house.
I liked it and wanted to do it again. But judging by the shakiness of
my legs, I guessed it would have to wait for a few weeks.

When we got close to town, Don let us take off our blind-folds
and put on our clothes. “So Sue,” I said to my friend, “Does your
brother fuck you?”

“All the time,” she said to me. “Interested in a threesome?”

“Absolutely,” I said.

We did go and see the fireworks that night to be followed by
some more intimate fireworks later.

Father Ryan was momentarily quiet as he considered the long
story I just told to him. “Child,” he finally said to me in that
quiet, confession-box voice of his, “I’m afraid I have to consider
what you penance will be. Please leave now and wait for me in the
back room of the church while I consider this matter.”

I was perplexed by this because confession is supposed to be
a private thing and I didn’t like the idea of Father Ryan having
a face to attach to the story but now, several weeks after the
gang-bang, my conscience was really bothering me. I did as I
was told and went into the back room where the priests dressed
before mass.

Several minutes later, Father Ryan walked into the room
and looked at me. I felt shame for my sins. “My child,” he said.
“I have considered the matter and now you must kneel before your
God.”

I did as I was told kneeling on the thin carpet that lined
the floor. Father Ryan stood in front of me and, almost in one
motion, unzipped his fly, whipped out his cock, and shoved it
in my mouth. His cock was huge. In fact I recognized that cock.
It was number one’s! Father Ryan was my Superman!

I opened my mouth wider to accept his delicious cock.

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