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

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

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

good idea.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

regret both mistakes.

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

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

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

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

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

Brenda formulated her plan and began putting it into action.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The trap was set….

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Anonymous”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The water washed the cum easily away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When the meeting broke up, she had some papers to gather up and a little
setting up for the meeting tomorrow. When she came out of the meeting room,
there were hundreds of people standing around in the corridor. Peter was in a
group talking to several people. Garolynn was standing right beside him with
her hand on his left arm. Peter appeared to be talking to a man on his right
and when he finished, he turned to Garolynn and they exchanged a few words.
Garolynn patted him on the back and he appeared to give her arm a squeeze.
She left the group and Peter continued to talk to the person to his right.
Since most of the people in this group were part of the bunch that had just
left the room, Janis wandered over there.

“Hi,” she said as she joined the group. “We were just talking about going to
the Rusty Pelican for supper,” Peter said to her “Want to come?” “Sure,”
Janis replied “But I have to change clothes first.” “Us too, – why don’t we
meet in the lobby in an hour?” Everybody kind of agreed and the group began
to disband to their respective rooms, the bar or wherever. Peter quietly
whispered in Janis’s ear, “Race you to my room!” Janis was taken back and
then realized that she didn’t know his room number anyway. Besides, her
husband might call now since it was dinner time at her house. “Come to my
room,” she said under her breath. “OK, soon as I get my clothes changed we
can arrange to do something, legal or illegal,” he said loud enough that she
was sure Garolynn, whom they just passed, was sure to hear. He rode up on the
elevator with her, and several others. She got off on the second floor,
glancing at him as she exited the elevator.

By the time she got to her room, she noticed the elevator was just getting to
the 6th floor and she watched him leave it. She didn’t know what to expect,
except she knew that she was upset with herself the way she noticed how he
paid attention to Garolynn. “After all,” she said to herself “I don’t own
him, I’m not married to him and he’s white, free and over twenty three!” She
drew the shades and began to undress, shedding her skirt, slip and unbuttoning
her blouse. She put her blouse in a drawer of the dresser and folded her
slip, placing it in another drawer. She was hanging her skirt up when she
heard a soft knock at the door. “My God, who can that be?” she thought.
Since she was standing right at the door, she looked through the peek hole.
It was him. “How could he have gotten dressed and down here so fast,” she
wondered, “Should I let him in, or finished getting dressed.” “Just a
minute,” she said as she grabbed another blouse and her levis. She opened the
door and stepped into the bathroom at the same time.

The group was standing near the door and Garolynn and Janis quickly walked
toward them. “Who’s all got cars?” Peter asked. 3 hands raised and they each
collected enough riders that the whole group was accommodated. “See you at
the Rusty Pelican, ” one of the drivers said. Garolynn and Janis got in
Peter’s car along with three other people. Both of the ladies sat in the
front seat, Garolynn next to Peter, in the middle. A cringe of jealousy leapt
into Janis but she tried hard to ignore it.

As the car started to move, somebody from the back seat asked Peter if he knew
where the Rusty Pelican was. “Yes, its really across the street,” he replied,
“But its really easier to drive than walk because of the traffic and the
street here.” “Actually, its about a block down the street but it will take a
few minutes because its next to the freeway and we have to wind around through
a back road or two,” he said. Garolynn leaned over to Peter and whispered
that she thought there was something funny going on near her room. “Why?”
Peter asked. “Well, I thought I heard someone screaming right next door and
then Janis came out of the room next door so it must have been somewhere else
on the floor,” she said. Peter looked over at Janis and saw she was beet red.
Garolynn looked at Janis too and Peter said jokingly, “You have something you
want to tell us about or is this a private matter?” Janis stammered something
to the effect that she had heard some weird sounds also but was not paying a
whole lot of attention. The three in the back seat were having their own
conversation and had not heard any of this.

As they got to the Rusty Pelican, they all got out of their cars. There were
16 total bodies to be fed. They entered the building and indicated they would
like seating for 16. “It will take just a minute,” the maitre de said. As
they waited, they made small talk, mostly about the meeting, the arrangements
and various people in attendance. “We have you table ready,” the maitre de
called to Peter. They filed to the rear of the building where a large, oval
table sat with sixteen chairs. Janis sat on Peter’s right with Garolynn on
his left. It was a tight fit, with Peter on one end of the oval table and the
rest crowded into the rest of the table. The waitress came and took the
orders and food soon arrived.

As they began eating, Peter noticed Garolynn’s leg began rubbing against his
with some regularity. Since he was doing the same thing with Janis, he found
this a little odd. During dinner, Garolynn put her hand on his leg a couple
of times. Feeling kind of brave, Peter let his hand find her leg as he leaned
over to ask her a question. Feeling no resistance, he moved his hand to her
crotch and noticed she slid a little closer to him. Since he needed both
hands, during various parts of the meal, he found himself rubbing both Janis
and Garolynn upper legs and lower stomach during different times of the meal.
Neither seemed to notice the other as he was casual about it, usually leaning
toward one or the other as they carried on casual dinner conversation. Both
were responding to his touch and Garolynn had actually placed her hand on his
cock, rubbing it for a short period.

They had a couple of after dinner drinks, white wine for Janis, Amaretto for
Peter and Kalua for Garolynn along with various drinks for some of the others.
It was getting close to 7pm when someone suggested that they go back to the
hotel. Garolynn and Janis were beginning to exhibit small signs of
intoxication, although nothing that would be noticed except by someone like
…End of the part2. To be continued..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

then making sure there were no stray drops of the cooking oil inside. I came

leaning back against the wall. When I had my breath back, he handed me the wash

cloth and told me that it was now my turn. I’m sure I grinned as I repeated the

procedure on him. The water was beginning to run cold by the time we were both

done. He dried me off and put my collar back on. (When had he taken it off?) He

lead me to the bed. I would normally have found something pretty to wear, but J

wouldn’t allow it. We both slept nude, or he did, I was after all wearing my

collar. It was a very odd night. Very sensual. He made love to me then, right

after we got into the bed, but he didn’t come (though I did). Then he explained

to me that my job was to service him whenever he had the urge all night. He’s a

very light sleeper. I don’t know how many times he woke up and took me or had me

go down on him, or flipped me on my back and licked me until I was screaming my

orgasm. I have no idea how many times he made me come. Sometime in the middle

of the night he came, his member buried in my bottom. Each time he took me

there, he would have me go and get a warm wash cloth and clean him off. Then

he’d have me go down on him until he was really hard and take me vaginally. In

the morning he came again, in my pussy this time. Each time he brought me to

orgasm. I was finding it easier and easier to come each time. It was as if

lifting all responsibility from me made me better in bed, or at least released

all my inhibitions and let me come more and more often. By morning I was actually

sated, tired but sated. I wondered about the day he’d have in srore for me.

I’ve gotten bored. I feel like I’m no longer talking about me and my experience

as much as I’m just offering you some titilation. It’s really difficult to

identify the specific occurrences on Saturday. So much happened. A lot of it was

J actually using me however and whenever he wished. He explained to me what a

pearl necklace was after he’d given me one. I’d never expected him to use the

tube of K-Y he took out between my breasts. When he spurted over my neck and

chin, he told me about that. I was naked nearly all day. His hands were all over

me most of the day. No pinch marks or anything like that, just a healthy

appreciation of my skin and that his time was limited. I came so many times that

my sides ached, sorta the way that they feel if you laugh too hard and too long.

Don’t get me wrong, it was a nice ache, but clearly we pushed our physical

limitations quite a bit. He pushed my emotional buttons very strongly too.

Normally I like to be the center of attention by being boisterous. He made me

the center of attention by making me quiet. He played a lot of head games with

me and made me love it. I served him breakfast in bed, of course. When he was

finished eating he had me go down on him while he finished his coffee of all

things. When I had him hard, he put his cup down and took me again, from behind

this time. He didn’t come then, but he made me, twice. J played this bizarre

game with me where he’d ask me questions that were extremely personal, like the

precise manner in which I lost my virginity, with graphic details. If I didn’t

tell him or if I didn’t seem to be telling the truth right away, he’d begin to

fondle me. He’d keep doing it until I told him what he’d asked. The bastard

kept me coming for what seemed like ten minutes, it couldn’t have been that long,

but he had this knack of being able to keep me right on the peak for the longest

times. I told him all kinds of things, the first time I had anal sex, all of the

occasions … well, you get the idea. We played that for much of the morning. He

did take me out, but that’s too complicated to go into now, perhaps later at

another session. The last thing he did Saturday night was probably the most

physically intense. He tied me to the 4 corners of my bed. Then he blindfolded

me. I had images of being tit-fucked again or of taking him in my mouth while he

held me down, of all kinds of things. He gave me a massage. At least it began as

a massage. Then it kind of evolved into something else. He stopped kneading my

muscles as much as he titilated my skin. He spend several minutes running his

hands up my thighs and down my stomach until I was ready to beg him to touch my

pussy, screw me, touch me, anything. Then he disappeared for a couple of

minutes. The next thing I felt, remember I was blindfolded, was him putting a

warm wash cloth over my sex. I knew what he was doing when he began to lather it

up. He told me that I needed to be very still and then began to shave my pubic

hair away. Now my husband and I engage in oral and anal sex, though normally

inside, so it wasn’t as if any of the specific acts were new to me. Shaving

myself isn’t something I’ve had to do or wanted to do for that matter. Somehow,

it felt forbidden and deliciously sexy to have him do it this way. He certainly

took his time over it, and while I suspect he wasn’t ever using the razor on me

while he did it, he did rub my clit a lot while reminding me that I needed to

stay still while he shaved me. That was fairly intense. When he was done, he used

a wet cloth to clean off the last of the soap. Then he went down on me, and down

on me and down on me. I lost count of how many times he made me come. When he

stopped, he put some baby oil on my newly shaved pussy. That’s when I felt there

was something he was hiding. After he oiled me, he used his fingers on me and

started me coming again. Then, I swear, he tried to see how long he could make

me come. He used his tongue, his fingers, his prick, then started over with his

tongue. He did it so long that I couldn’t catch my breath. When he untied me, I

was dizzy. He had to help me to the bathroom. He wouldn’t let me take off the

blindfold right away, but I did feel that he’d left a patch of fuzz on the upper

right hand side of my pubic hair. It wasn’t until I’d spend another night just

like the last one (I did make him come three times, once in each aperture as he

called it) coming maybe a dozen separate times myself that I got to see myself in

the light. I kept that heart shaped pubic patch for a couple of months after

that. Oh, look at the time. I’ve got to be going. I must say I enjoyed this

more than I thought. What? Oh, yes, I do re-do the heart from time to time…

He waved a hand in front of him, setting off ripples in the pond
where he was sitting, “I would imagine so, the water here in the
pond is warm enough to not even need a swimsuit.” He watched her
walking towards him, the waterfall had turned her suit almost
transparent, but it was her hazel eyes, set off by her brown hair
that captivated him.

He also knew that what she saw in him had nothing to do with his
dark hair and blue eyes. There were other features that kept her
by his side. Other features he was sure they would explore now
that they had the full evening to themselves. It had been his
idea to rent the “Tropical Room” at the SensaSuites hotel, and
the room had lived up to its billing. The main feature was the
waterfall pouring into the pool. A rock cave, dimly lit, had a
stone pedestal which hid the bed, and the occasional noises of
the jungle were piped in through hidden speakers. Not that he was
planning on studying wildlife.

She sat down beside him, and ran a hand through the hair on his
chest. He turned, and placing himself behind her, began to
massage her neck and shoulders, pausing now and again to kiss her
neck. A few minutes passed, and he could feel her muscles relax.
Smiling, he untied the bow which held the one piece up, and let
the suit fall away from her body. His hands now caressed her
back, then came around the sides to gently stroke her ample
breasts. Moving closer, his right hand began teasing her nipple
as his left hand moved across her stomach, and began massaging
her thigh.

Her back arched slightly, and his hand moved from her thigh to
massage her pussy. The outer lips parted, and he ran his palm
against her clit, stoking her inner fires.

“You think you can bring me here and then have your way with me?”
she panted, teasingly. “Well… oh that feels good… you’re
right.” And her legs opened even wider, allowing him to place two
fingers into her pussy as he continued to stroke her clit.

This was not a one-way street, however. As he watched the passion
rise in her, his dick rose as well. She began bucking her hips
against his hand, and he began to pull at her nipples, making
them hard. She moved faster, and he put a third finger inside the
warm tunnel of her pussy, stroking her inside and out.

She inched back against him, and her hips grinded against his
dick, still covered by his suit. He thought about fixing that,
but didn’t want to interrupt the pace they had going. As if she
had read his mind, she reached her hands back, and with him
lifting up slightly, was able to pull down his suit, freeing the
long, hard dick like a jack-in-the-box.

“I … want you… in me. I want… all of you… in me.” She
gasped. He leaned back, and helped her scoot into his lap, then
he felt her hands directing his cock into her cunt. “Oh… that
feels… much better.” she groaned.

Both of his hands were roughly kneading her breasts as she moved
up and down against him. She leaned forward slightly, and he
could feel her playing with his balls as her pussy grabbed at his
dick. “You’re such a hot… cunt. I love to fuck… with you.” He
moaned.

They were both panting and grabbing now, wrapped up in each
other. He felt the trembling of her pussy around his dick, and
knew she was starting to ride her orgasm. The shuddering of her
cunt muscles sent him over the edge, and he could feel his cock
spurting from his own orgasm.

They laid back in the pond, his back against the “shore”, his
dick still inside her. Resting for a few minutes in the warmth of
each other, his fingers idly brushed her legs and stomach. He
felt her get up, and thought she was going to get dressed for
dinner. He was about to get up when he felt her hands pushing him
back down.

“You didn’t think I was through already, did you?” She said,
staring into his eyes. Then she ducked under the water, and in a
moment he could feel her lips wrapping around his dick. Her head
bobbed in and out of the water, and he was surprised and pleased
to feel his cock responding to her ministrations. “Oh… I love
it when you suck me… take it all… take all of me.” He
grunted.

Slowly, not losing a stroke, she moved farther and farther down
his shaft, until his balls were slapping against her. She
came off, just a bit, to allow her hand to squeeze and tug at his
balls as she continued sucking his dick. He noticed her other
hand moving between her legs as she began to stroke her pussy in
time with the movements of her head.

He moved his hips up, so that his ass was clear of the water, and
her sucking intensified. He could feel her tounge tracing the
veins in his shaft as he moved between her lips. “Ahh… I’m
going to cum… I can feel it in my balls…” he nearly screamed
as his orgasm hit him, and she continued to hold him in her
mouth, swallowing, and sucking until he was spent.

When he caught his breath, he asked her, “Can I assume we’ll be
using room service tonight?”

She smiled, “Depends on what you had in mind…”

“Oh, something like this.” He said, suddenly picking her out of
the water, and carrying her to the warm waterbed.

“I didn’t think you went in for that macho junk.” She stretched
on the bed to make sure he knew what she meant.

“Oh, every now and then those primal urges just overtake me.” And
with that he began licking and sucking on her toes.

It was going to be quite an evening.

THE END

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

she exited the bedroom.

“Will you tell me ?” Jim sheepishly asked.

Anna looked at her husband. Her disgust covered her pretty face. She brushed

her long red hair from her face. “No…….” she sternly answered.

Mrs. Anna Belvoir felt each set of eyes in the office turn as she made her way to

the outer office of Mr. Jerome Bettis. Everyone in the office had admired her

beauty from afar. Today; with her new outfit; everyone could admire the

beautiful white wife as she slowly made her way to her “new” desk; directly

outside the door of the second largest office in the law firm.

Shortly the intercom beeped. “In my office, NOW,” was the simple command.

Anna rose with every eye in the office on her. She gently opened the large oak

door and entered. She carefully shut the door and stood before the large cherry

desk of her new “boss”.

Jerome was sitting behind his desk and had Anna’s purse open. He emptied the

contents on the smooth surface. Her package of birth control pills caught his eye

and he played with them between his fingers. He then slowly…and one by one

punched the little white tablets from their designated slots. Once the thirty

pills were removed he swept them all into the waste basket.

He then looked up at the pretty white wife and finally spoke, “You won’t need

these from now on. It will put a little excitement in our relationship.

And………you don’t fuck your little white boy husband without my permission.

Do you understand ?”

Anna showed no emotion as she answered her new superior, “I understand Mr.

Bettis.”

Jerome then let the pretty wife stand before him several minutes before he looked

up again. His face was expressionless. He reached for a ruler and walked

around his desk to where Anna was standing silently. He placed the ruler at the

top of the Anna’s dimpled knee. Looking up he merely stated, “Three and one half

inches.”

With his dark forbidding eyes staring into Anna’s frightened face he asked his

next question, “What length of skirt did I order you to wear Mrs. Belvoir ?”

Her voice started to tremble…”Four inches Mr. Bettis.”

Jerome sat down in one of the luxurious leather chairs. He pointed with his

finger to a thin branch in the corner of his office. “Bring the willow branch to

me,” her sternly ordered.

Anna stood still for a moment contemplating her rapidly spiraling predicament.

…End of the part7. To be continued..

can…..” Anna’s voice faded.

She looked into her husband’s face. Her husband of nearly twenty years sit with

a look of puzzlement. He did not understand what she was saying…… or what

she wasn’t saying.

“Jim, he made me kiss him when I left.. I didn’t want to but he made me…. I

had no choice,” she tried to explain.

“I kissed him on the lips and he pulled me against him. I tried to put my hands

on his chest and push him away but he was too strong. I tried but…… but he

pulled me ever closer and he rubbed himself against me Jim,” tears forming in her

dark emerald eyes.

Anna finally cleared the tears from her face and then looked at her husband. He

was strangely silent. Her eyes dropped to his lap where she her eyes captured

his tented trousers. Her husband’s long dormat manhood was standing at

attention…it tented out at a ninety degree angle. Anna let her delicate hand

fall to her husband’s manhood. She softly stroked the hard penis and looked up

into his quiet reflective face. She gripped her husband’s refound hardness and

stroked the five inch penis through the fabric of his dress slacks. After only a

few minutes she spoke again, “Jim….. he rubbed his black cock against my mound

when he forced me to kiss him…He makes me call him MR. BETTIS…. Jim.. I am

afraid that he will try and fuck me………”

She felt her husband’s sticky discharge as the slippery sperm coated the outside

of his pants. She looked up and saw her husband’s eyes roll to the back of his

face. His breathing was heavy and he continued to shoot spunk into his underwear

coating his suit pants.

“You want me to fuck him don’t you Jim ?” Mrs. Anna Belvoir asked her

husband……..

The dull look in his eyes gave Anna her answer.

She lifted herself from the sofa and made her way to their bedroom. Her husband

spent the night on the sofa. He could not face his wife until he could come to

terms with his own erotic feelings. Having his wife describe how a black man had

fondled her in his office…rubbed his long black cock against her tender pussy.

His cock twitched once again spewing more jism in his underwear……

Anna spent a very restless night. She woke several times dreading the beginning

of the next day. When her alarm finally rang she jumped up. As she completed

dressing and was putting on her make up her husband sluggishly returned to their

bedroom. He looked at his wife’s long tapered legs clad in white stockings…

The off white skirt was nearly six inches shorter than her customary skirts. His

eyes widen as he took in the vision of his beautiful wife as she applied her

bright red lip gloss.. The hardness in his underwear returned.

…End of the part6. To be continued..

sorry ass to your bedroom. I will be up in a minute. You be spread and ready

for me…”

Anna rose and quickly walked to the stairs leading to her bedroom.

Jerome sat at the kitchen table as Mrs. Anna Belvoir departed. He casually

finished his coffee while Anna’s husband huddled on the floor by his feet.

“Give me your belt white boy,” Jerome casually asked.

Jim, frightened, but with his five inch spear still rock hard quickly unbuckled

his belt and handed the black leather to his wife’s black master. Jerome took

the belt from his out stretched hands and wrapped it around his neck. He then

rose and started pulling the hapless husband towards the stairs to his martial

bedroom. Jim was drug several feet before he hunched up and was litterly drug by

his neck bent at the waist. He had to nearly crawl up the stairs as Jerome set a

frantic pace.

When the two men had reached the top of the stairs Jerome turned to look at the

helpless white husband. “Where is your bedroom ?”

Jim looked up and pointed to the second door to his left. It was at the end of

the hall in the spacious home. For his assistance he was brutally drug to a

point just short of the open door. A dim light shone from the bedroom. “I will

leave you here. You will be able to hear me taking your wife; but I don’t want

you watching” he said. He casually wrapped the end of the belt around one of the

rungs in the banister. It was not tied but Jim was not able to question his

orders. He would dutifully remain outside his bedroom door while the black man

enjoyed his wife’s many charms.

“Beg me again to take your wife white boy,” came the one last humiliating

comment.

Without hesitation Jim looked up in the dim light and spoke the opprobrious

words, “Please fuck my wife Mr. Bettis.”

Jerome laughed at the pathetic husband and walked into the luxurious bedroom. He

smiled upon entering. Mrs. Anna Belvoir, was propped on the bed. Her long white

legs were obscenely spread and she had a worried look on her face.

Jerome Bettis, her black boss casually started undressing at the foot of the bed.

One by one his articles of clothing was removed and hung carefully in the

closet. It was as if HE was the husband coming home to his horny spouse. Jerome

then stepped out of the shadows near the closet and stepped closer to the bed.

He heard an audible gasp as the forty year old white wife finally realized the

size of his black cock. She had sucked the ten inch monster to climax earlier in

the day but now……….. It was fully erect and poor Anna could not imagine

how such a large thick steel rod would ever fit into her tight little chute. Her

…End of the part21. To be continued..

to show his manhood and protect his wife… and his home. As he considered his

alternatives he was struck sharply across the face. The blow knocked him out of

his chair and he as he laid on the floor he looked up to the muscular black man

that was dramatically changing his life. His only response was meek and

frightened…… “Please don’t hit me again….”

Anna sit silently as Jerome Bettis established his domination over her frightened

husband. It has been less than two days since her own submission to this

powerful black man. Anna started shivering as she heard her husband begged the

black man to not strike him again.

Jerome resumed his seat and gave Anna a stern look. “I gave you an order. Do not

make the mistake of disobeying it.”

Anna rose and looked at her sniveling husband. She silently unthreaded the metal

button at the top off her jeans. Without looking down she then pulled the zipper

down. She had to wiggle her hips to pull the tight jeans down her muscular

thighs. She said nothing as she pulled the legs of the jeans over her feet. She

had removed her shoes. The pretty white wife then turned and bent slightly at

the waist.

Jerome’s black hands stroked her upper thighs and his fingers found the angry red

welts and outlined them. Her Lilly white skin contrasted sharply with his dark

hands. As his finger tips caressed the red welts she moaned softly. The wife

remembered her punishment only a few short hours ago.

Jim watched silently from his prone position on the kitchen floor. He felt his

manhood harden and he was ashamed. A black man was casually stroking his nearly

naked wife in their home and his cock was throbbing; harder than he could ever

remember.

“Remove your panties Mrs. Belvoir. I wish to play with your tight little pussy,”

Jerome ordered.

Mrs. Anna Belvoir did not question the instruction. She had quickly learned that

Jerome was not to be questioned. She wondered very briefly if he husband would

come to her aid…… and then she realized that her husband would not…or could

not protect her. She put her fingers in the top of her fresh panties and pulled

them down. The tails of her white shirt was still covering her upper body.

“Grab your ankles Mrs. Belvoir… Make yourself ready for me….” Jerome mocked

the pretty middle aged wife.

Anna had always prided herself on her lean and agile body. She bent at the waist

and locked her hands around her small precious ankles.

Jerome sat quietly for several minutes watching the pretty wife. Her muscles

were starting to rebel as she was stretched in the awkward position. “Do you

want to fuck me tonight Mrs. Belvoir ?” he asked.

…End of the part19. To be continued..

if she had she would have seen Bougehard Wright III with a forlorn look on his

face. He was nearly a broken man; allowing his mistress to be taken from him by

the arrogant black upstart. Bougehard was distressed to see his plaything walk

past his door; obviously well fucked by his new nemesis.

When Anna walked into the spacious kitchen her husband Jim was having a cup of

coffee. He looked up and saw his beautiful wife….. Anna tried to read his

expression; it was one of ………..excitement. She continued through the

kitchen and went directly to their second floor bedroom. She stripped and left

her clothes in a pile by the bed. Rapidly she escaped to the bath off the master

bedroom. Turning on the shower she stepped in; the hot water soaked her tired

body. The steam cleared her foggy mind. She stayed in the shower for nearly

thirty minutes and finally emerged. She was refreshed and rejuvenated.

She draped a towel around her wet hair and wrapped her tight body with another

towel. As she stepped into the master bedroom she stopped in her tracks.

Sitting on the edge of the bed was her husband Jim; her panties were in his hands

and he was inhaling the sweet fragrances of her juices…..and the dried cum of

her black sex partners.

“What……. what are you doing Jim ?” she asked her husband.

Suddenly startled Jim looked up and his emerging wife. He was immediately

distressed; and embarrassed. “I…ah….” he meekly muttered.

He dropped his head but kept his wife’s panties in his hand. After several

minutes Jim looked up at his irate wife. “Did you let him fuck you ?”

Anna was angry……but she did not know where to direct her anger. She finally

spoke to her husband, “Did I let who fuck me ?” As she spoke she let the towel

fall from her beautiful body. Standing before her husband completely naked she

could see his arousal; the second time in as many days.

Jim’s cock started to throb. “Did you let your black boss stick his cock into

you ?” he asked again; this time rather sternly.

Anna did not answer her husband. Seductively she spread her long white legs.

Slowly her hands caressed her red marked breasts and dropped to the her waist.

Looking directly at her husband’s stunned face she spread her lips with her

delicate fingers. “I didn’t get it all out. Maybe you would like to try to suck

the rest of it out ?”

“You let another man fuck you ?” Jim Belvoir asked his wife. He seemed to be

stunned at the possibility; even though he could smell the panties that he still

held in his hands.

“Come and suck it out Jim. Come and suck another man’s sperm from your wife’s

cunt,” Anna answered.

…End of the part16. To be continued..

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

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

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

good idea.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

regret both mistakes.

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

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

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

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

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

Brenda formulated her plan and began putting it into action.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The trap was set….

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Anonymous”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…End of the part1. To be continued..

“For what?” Where was this going?

“You’re going to take me out dancing…” Her eyes dared me to say no.

“Then let’s go.”

She put the book in her purse and stood up, her dress falling down the
length of her body, looking like it was made just for her. Then she
grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the door.

We went out to a local dance place that she said would interest me. I
paid the cover for both of us. I bought the drinks. There was even a
young man walking around selling roses, so I bought one of those. I
gave it to my lady friend. She smiled, held it to her nose, and then
placed it sideways in her mouth, standing up as she did so. I could
see a very slight drop of blood where a thorn had cut into her lip,
but she didn’t seem to notice.

There was no one on the dance floor as she pulled me up to it and out
to the middle, but that didn’t appear to concern her. The drop of
blood on her lip grew to a small bubble and then rolled lazily down
her chin, leaving behind a red trail. She moved in and started
dancing up against my body, sliding in out away, up and down. Her
hands where on my shoulders caressing my ears and the back of my neck.

So I started moving with her, stepping in and back in synchronicity
with her, swaying my hips side to side. Another drop of blood was
welling up on her lip and as we danced it broke and rolled down her
chin. I reached out with my right hand and caught the drop on my
fingertip, bringing it to my lips to taste. Her eyes sparkled and her
eyebrows twitched up ever so slightly.

The music had taken us and we moved together and the sound flowed and
we danced. Her hands moved down off of my shoulders and down my
chest, rubbing around my nipples which were taut under my shirt. Then
she grabbed my tie and began undoing it. Deftly she untied its knot
and slid it off my neck and over my head.

She held my tie in her hands for a minute, just moving and flowing
with the song, then slid it around my wrists. Before I totally
understood what she was doing my hands were thoroughly tied together
and she held the ends in her fists. She smiled around the rose and a
drop of blood rolled down her chin. With one hand she lifted my tied
hands into the air and with the other she pushed me down to my knees.

Then she danced around me, jerking my hands so that I had to keep
facing her. Rubbing her hips behind against my back and then twirling
around, still keeping my hands in the air, and rubbing her groin into
the back of my head and sliding around to my face. She was turning me
on something fierce, but she kept me on my knees, with my hands tied
together and held above my head. Then she leaned over and kissed me,
transferring the rose to my teeth. I tasted her blood on the stem and
in her kiss, and felt the pinch of the thorn as it poked into my
tongue.

She raised me off of my knees and led me off the floor, slowly untying
my hands as we walked back to our table. When we got there she picked
up her purse, beckoned for me to follow her, and walked towards the
exit.

We left that club and got into my car. She told me to take her to my
place. She wanted to see my autographed copy of “The Living One” it
seemed.

When we got to my place we stepped inside and she went right through
the apartment as if she’d been there before, heading straight towards
the bedroom. I put our jackets in the hall closet, neatened myself up
in the mirror, and headed back that way myself. When I got back there
she was waiting for me, her shoes set to the side of the door, rubbing
her hands through her hair, spreading it out and letting it fall back
to her shoulders. I slid out of my shoes. Her ears showed through so
I reached out a hand to rub along the outer edge. She purred slightly
at my touch, then moved her hand along my arm, across my shoulder and
to the buttons of my shirt, her other hand joining the first one in
perfect timing to meet at the top button. It came undone easily, then
she slid down to the second one. It slid free. Then, with shirt to
hold onto she ripped outwards, spraying the remaining buttons around
the room and uncovering my chest in one hard motion. I stopped
stroking her ear, and looked at her.

Her hands continued moving, sliding the open shirt back and over my
shoulders, forcing my arms down to my sides. The shirt fell away from
her and slid down my arms, getting caught on the cuffs. My hands were
effectively tied behind my back. She moved in for a kiss, locking
lips with me and forcing her tongue into my mouth. There was still a
slight taste of blood in her mouth and, oh god, did it turn me on. I
started ripping at my shirt, trying to get it off, but her hands came
up to my arms and stilled them.

“But…” I started to say, but her finger came up to my lips and she
shook her head, looking me right in the eyes, as if to say “No words.”

She walked me around the side of the bed and layed me down on it,
freeing my hands in the process. I could see that she hadn’t just
been standing there while I was putting away the jackets, as there
were two of my cotton ties lying on the nightstand next to me. She
grabbed one and slid it along my arm, coming to a halt at my wrist and
then wrapping it around. She lifted that hand to the headboard and
secured it in place. She grabbed the other tie and walked around the
bed. I watched her every move, awaiting the moment her skin would
touch mine again.

This time she trailed the tie across my chest, teasing my nipples with
the roughness of the cotton as it slid across. Then she tied my other
hand to the headboard and stepped away, looking at me. There was
nothing I could do but look back. She smiled and slid onto the bed,
sitting on it sideways so as to keep her legs off the bed, bent at the
knee, and her back to me. Her hands swirled around and around my
nipples and across my chest and down to my belly button. There her
lips met her hands.

She kissed downwards until her lips touched the hem of my pants, and
she grabbed it with her teeth and pulled, popping the button open.
She slid her tongue down to the zipper and bit that, pulling down.
Her hands had never moved from where they had stopped when her lips
met them. When the zipper was down her hands moved down to grab hold
of my pants and pull downwards, freeing them from my legs. Then she
stood up and stepped away, looking at my body.

There’s nothing more erotic than to be tied to a bed, while a fully
dressed woman does whatever it is that she wants to you. I was
completely enthralled. And I loved every single second of it.

Once she had looked enough, teasing me by just standing there, she
came back to the bed, only this time she slid all the way onto it,
sliding her feet underneath my knees, straddling my waist. Her dress
hiked up to conform to her position and rubbed against my erect penis
sending shivers coursing through my body. I looked up at her and saw
the light through her hair, making it look as if her head was
surrounded by a long, luxuriant, liquid fire which draped down to my
chest, burning me with each touch. My skin tingled everywhere her
hair touched. So she just dangled it for a little while, allowing it
to trail around my chest, leaning back occassionally to rub it along
my legs and feet. Her hips ground against mine ever so slightly.

Then she leaned forward and kissed my right nipple, her tongue
slipping out and wetting my skin, flicking back and forth. Her lips
slid across my chest to my left nipple which she bit down on, bringing
blood instantly. I thought I would scream, but she eased up and moved
back to my right, kissing ever so gently. She kissed her way back to
my left, an inch at a time, then bit down again, bringing sharp pain.
She went back and forth between my nipples like this for awhile,
alternating between pain and pleasure, sometimes biting the right, and
sometimes biting the left. I never knew which one she was going to
hurt, so I looked forward to feeling the light kisses, and was pleased
when instead she bit down. The pain became something more erotic and
dark with each bite. And still her hips ground against mine.

She moved up to my neck biting slightly, and kissing alot. Then she
ran her tongue up to my ear and around the rim, then inside to the
center swirl by swirl, taking her time, until her tongue was probing
the hole. Her lips slid around my whole ear and her teeth sank slowly
into the dangling lobe, pulling on it while biting down harder. The
swaying of her hips increased in pace.

Then she moved her mouth away from my ear and up along my temple and
across my forehead, kissing me ever so lightly. Her tongue ran across
my eyebrows. Then she lightly ran it across my eyelids, one at a
time, very gently so that I could barely feel it. It was fire. The
motion of her hips increased and the cotton of her dress was rubbing
against my cock urgently.

She arched her back up as she rocked her hips, and her thighs squeezed
mine, and her hands ran through her hair spreading it out and letting
it drop back a strand at a time. She was in complete control.

And just when I thought that I could take no more she stopped her hips
and slid her body down my legs until her face was in my crotch. She
blew one short quick burst of cold wind along the length of my penis
and that was all I could take. My legs tensed up, my arms tightened
and the ties strained against the headboard, my stomach muscles
contracted, my eyes squeezed shut and I came, erupting along the
length of my body, just reaching my chin with the first shot.

She slid her body slowly upwards along mine, her tongue gathering in
my cum as she moved closer to my face. Finally her tongue flicked my
chin, grabbing the last drop, and she leaned in to kiss me,
transferring some of my own cum back to me. I kissed her and took it
all, tasting some of the blood from my nipples mixed in with the
bittersweet juice.

She undid my hands and picked up her shoes, heading towards the door.
I scrambled to pull on my pants before she got out, but when I left
the bedroom the front door was already hanging open. I ran to it and
looked along the street but she was nowhere in sight. I stepped off
of my porch and went to my car, looking as far down the street to the
right and left as I could.

“Owww! Fuck!” I had stepped on something in my barefeet and it had
punctured my skin. I lifted my foot to pull it out and sticking
there, right in the arch, was the labrys earring that I had seen in
her ear. But she was nowhere to be seen.

She turned back to the screen. Sure enough, Peter had been right. There were
3 guys and four girls on the screen in various sexual encounters. Two women
were giving head jobs to two of the men. The other guy was getting sucked off
by two women, alternately. First one would blow him for a while and then the
other. When they weren’t sucking cock, they were licking his balls or kissing
his mouth, neck, ears or nipples. Soon, one of the women laid down on the
floor and the other put her pussy over the lower woman’s mouth as she placed
her head between the woman on the floor’s legs and began to lick her pussy.
The man moved to the rear of the top woman, inserted his cock in her cunt and
began to fuck her. The woman underneath, flicked the man’s balls with her
tongue as he pumped the top woman furiously. Every once in a while, he would
remove his dick as fuck the lower woman’s mouth. Then he would put his cock
back in the cunt of the woman on top and begin fucking again. Meanwhile one
of the other couples began fucking missionary style. The other had the woman
on her knees and slowly inserted his cock in her anus. Soon all three men
were fucking away furiously. The man in the missionary position, suddenly
moved to his woman’s face as she took his cock in her mouth. He began
spurting his white love juice in her mouth as she licked up every drop. She
made an obvious action of swallowing the cum and started to suck on his cock
as it began to go limp. The man pumping away on the woman’s ass, soon pulled
his dick out and came all over the woman’s ass and back. He jacked himself
off as his cock pumped sperm in white strings down the crack of her ass, up
her back and over the cheeks of her ass. The man with the two women, pulled
his cock from its wet pussy hole and began spurting on the woman’s tits that
was lying on the floor. The woman who was just being fucked, turned around
and jacked the man off as he came on the pointed tits of the woman lying on
the floor. As the scene ended, both women were taking turns sucking on his
cock and licking cum from each others lips. The one woman would lean down and
take a tongue full of jism from the other woman’s tits and they would string
it between thier tongues until one or the other would swallow it.

“Lets get out of here,” whispered Janis. “I’m about to blow up. If I sit
around here much longer, you’ll both be sorry, if you know what I mean.” “OK,
OK,” Peter and Garolynn both chimed in together. As they rose, so did the
couple in front of them. She adjusted her tube top so it covered he tits.
The man in the seat sitting next to Janis began to rise as well. So, there
were six wandering from the theater. As they came to the outside, Peter
guided Garolynn and Janis toward the bar. “Lets have a drink and talk a
while,” he said to the couple and the tall man. All three nodded and they all
moved toward the bar.

Inside, they found a large round table that would accommodate all six of them.
They all ordered bottles of beer. “I thought you didn’t drink beer,” Peter
said to Janis. “Well, normally I don’t. I probably won’t finish this one
either,” she said. “Waitress,” Peter called out. “Bring that lady a glass of
white wine rather than a beer, please.” “My name is Peter,” Peter said as he
extended his hand to the tall man sitting next to him. “Chuck,” the man
replied back. Peter could feel in the handshake the man was no threat. Peter
reached across the man to the shorter man with the woman. “Peter,” he said.
“Hi, I’m Randy and this is Sue,” the man replied. “This is Janis and
Garolynn,” Peter said indicating the two ladies to his right. “We are here on
business and met yesterday. We went to an adult theater last night, sort of
on a lark, and had the wildest night we’ve ever had afterward. I guess we
sort of got “caught up in it” as it were,” Peter said. “I suppose you could
say that we are “new” to anything like this and, me not being the nervous
type, I am expressing all of out fears as well as trying to make conversation.
I don’t really know what to say except we are all three concerned about
disease and would like to hear what kinds of things that you all might be
anticipating. Is that right, ladies?” “Uh huh,” Garolynn managed to stammer.
Janis just shook her head, blushing slightly.

Sue smiled at the girls and said, “Randy and I have been swinging for two
years now. We are into almost anything that doesn’t involve pain. I am bi
and so is Randy. We enjoy participating, watching and being watched. Randy
particularly likes to watch me give guys head and I like to watch Randy do the
same. Sometimes we blow the same man as a lark,” she giggled. The
conversation sort of died as each set of eyes turned to Chuck. “I …. uh,
well I usually just go to the theater and watch the movies,” he stammered.
“This is the first time anything like this has happened to me. I often
wondered if, maybe even fantasized, it would happen. Now that it looks like
it may, I don’t quite know how to act.” Garolynn giggled as she blushed, “So,
don’t you worry about disease?” she asked Sue. “Yeah, but we try to be
careful. Just listening to the conversation, I don’t think that we have to
worry about you guys. Randy and I both were tested last week. The test was
clean and we haven’t had sex with anyone else since then.” The beers and wine
came. Peter paid for all of it with a twenty dollar bill.

“So, do you all want to come to our motel room?” Peter asked. “You should
tell them that we have two rooms that are connecting,” Janis chimed in. “You
do! I didn’t know that,” Peter exclaimed. “Well, we just discovered it this
morning, after you left,” Garolynn chimed in. Peter glanced at his watch as
he took a drink from his bottle. It was 8:30. “We have to work tomorrow, as
I suppose you all do,” Peter said. “If we are going to do this, lets make up
our minds.”

“I’m in,” said Chuck. “We are too,” Sue chimed in. They all grabbed the
beers and began to leave. “Bring your wine with you,” said Peter. “Its just
in a plastic glass anyway.” “We’ll follow you,” Randy said as if speaking for
Chuck as well. “Its the Holiday Inn in Metro Center, in case you get lost,”
said Peter. “Go to the back side, next to the freeway. We’ll wait for
everybody there.”

As they got in the car, and started toward the motel. “Just drive more slowly
than usual,” said Peter. “If they can’t follow, they know where we are.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…End of the part8. To be continued..

pinching them. Abruptly he told me to stop and to come to him on my knees. He

had me suck on him. I tried to use this to get him to be the one who was so

horny he was losing control. No dice. He had me stop again. He told me to do

one of my dance routines, just the way I was (wasn’t) dressed. He seemed to

enjoy that, but again he made me stop and come over and try and make him come

with only my breasts. I wasn’t allowed to touch his cock except between my

breasts. He kept me at that for quite a while, but as soon as I thought I was

getting somewhere he made me stop again and put me on the couch right next to

him. He told me to masturbate for him. This time he let me come. It was so odd

being next to him and not being touched at all as I reached orgasm. He took me to

the kitchen then and over the tile floor he placed a layer of newspapers and had

me stand on them. He handed me a bottle of cooking oil and told me to cover

myself with it while he sat back and watched me. I’m not sure what I expected,

but J was certainly exceeding my expectations. I certainly never knew where

oiling myself would lead.

Have you ever performed for someone on demand? Not necessarily like this, but

had someone said to you, ‘tell me a funny story’ or walk into a room and have the

teacher ask you to do a problem or show them a dance movement? It puts you off

balance. Even if it’s something you normally do well, being told to do it for

their entertainment and enlightenment is hard. I took the bottle from him and

poured some in my hand. As I coated my breasts I tried to be very sensual. I

wanted him to be sorry that his hands were not applying that oil. It was a silly

thing to be doing in any event and I found myself enjoying it. Using cooking oil

made it seem really ridiculous. I couldn’t help grinning. I poured come more in

my hand, set the bottle down on the counter and got some of the oil on both

hands. I did my arms and shoulders. As I got to my shoulders I brushed the

collar on my neck. I had to stifle a giggle when I thought of being in dog

collar and standing on newspapers. I got more of the oil and slicked down my

stomach and sides. I glanced at J. He was enjoying this too. His smile was

infectious. I turned around as I put oil on my bottom and on my back. I used

what was on my hands and then looked at J over my shoulder, “Is that enough?”

“Not nearly. Add some more,” J said in that quiet voice of his. I got some more

and put a definite sheen on my bottom. I then moved onto my legs. I coated the

thighs first, turning around the whole time to give J a better view. I bent over

while I did my calves, but kept turning around to show him as much of me as I

could. J seemed to be enjoying the sight a great deal. I thought I was done,

except for my back. I looked at J and said in a quiet, perhaps even a submissive

voice, “I can’t get my back.” J stood up, walked over to me, took the bottle from

the counter and poured a generous amount into his hands. I turned around and let

him have at my back. His large warm hands ran down my spine. He didn’t just coat

my back, he rubbed it as if he were trying to give me a massage. He got to the

bottom of my back and reached for more oil. He took some and began to work on my

ass. Again what he was doing was more like a massage. He did pause and oil not

only my anal opening, but after a moment or two of that, the channel inside as

well. This was becoming more and more interesting as it went on. J turned me

around and began to massage my stomach. The oil changed the way I felt J’s

movement. By the time he worked his way up to my breasts his half hard erection

was at full hardness. My nipples were hard and I was moaning. I wanted to lean

…End of the part10. To be continued..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he’s doing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We have a long way to go tonight.”

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

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

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

…End of the part2. To be continued..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As I sucked and lapped at her breasts, she reached down and
unbuttoned my shirt, running her fingers through my chest hair and
sliding the shirt off my shoulders. I went back up and kissed her
deeply, my chest resting against her warm, wet nipples. She pushed
me back and grappled with my belt buckle. I stood up to give her
better access. She undid my belt, unsnapped my pants and jerked them
and my underwear down, revealing my throbbing manhood. I stepped out
of my clothes as she grasped my cock and pulled it to her. She
darted her tongue out and touched the head, licking off the drop of
pre-cum there and running it over her lips.

“Mmmmmmmmm,” she moaned. “I want more!” and pushed my dick
between her lips. I could feel her running her tongue around the
glans, then down the sensitive underside. Then she drew me into her
mouth deeply, my pubic hair brushing her chin as she ran my cock deep
into her throat, giving it exquisite tongue action as she did. My
legs started to give way in pleasure, so I rested my knees against
the couch, being careful not to jar her foot.

As she sucked and licked my flaming cock, I reached down and
ran my hand into her jeans, sliding the middle finger into her slit.
Her pussy was already very wet and I let the tip of my finger enter
her sopping cunt. I drew it back out and let it slide slickly over
her clit. She moaned loudly around the cock in her mouth and the
vibrations nearly made me shoot my wad down her throat right then!
Talk about a hum job!

I unbuckled her jeans and unzipped them, pushing them as far
down her luscious legs as I could with my cock still in her throat.
She spread her good leg as wide as possible, but the jeans were
binding her. I pulled my dick from her mouth and slid her pants and
panties down, taking extra care sliding them off over her injured
ankle. She spread again and I could see the lips of her pussy
winking at me wetly. I dropped to my knees beside her and buried my
face in her pussy. The sweet smell of her hot, horny pussy was like
perfume. I spread the lips to reveal her hard clit, extending redly
out at me. I nibbled at it gently, causing her to squeal in
pleasure. I reached up and ran my fingernails softly across her
nipples as I lapped at her pussy. Then I took them between my
fingers and lightly pinched as I ran my tongue deep into her hot
snatch, lapping her juices up hungrily.
I laid my tongue flat against her clit and gave it long, slow
licks as I reached down with my right hand and slid my thumb into her
cunt, with the rest of my fingers running down into the crack of her
cute little ass. My thumbnail was quite long, but I kept it dull and
well-rounded. It pressed up against that special bundle of nerves in
her pussy as I continued to lap at her clit with long, slow strokes.
She began to buck against my hand and tongue, her passion
building to a peak. As she started to cum, I withdrew my thumb and
inserted three fingers deeply into her as her orgasm grew. I
continued to lap and jab her clit with my tongue as I thrust my
fingers in and out of her dripping pussy, faster and faster. She
grabbed a throw pillow and pressed it to her mouth and screamed in
pleasure as her cum reached it’s peak. Even with the pillow to
muffle her cries, I was afraid the neighbors would think there was a
murder going on.
She writhed against my tongue and fingers as I backed off on
the speed with which I was stimulating her as she cam down from the
heights of ecstasy. As her cum ended, after 15 or 20 seconds, I let
my fingers gently slide out of her, covered in her spendings.
I sat back on my haunches and massaged her mound softly as I
licked my other hand, drinking down her juice and marveling at the
sweet, yet tangy flavor. Then I leaned down and put my arms around
her and held her tenderly as she basked in the afterglow. I couldn’t
believe it when I looked up. Throughout the encounter, she had not
moved her injured ankle and the ice pack was right where I had left
it!
After a sort while, her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at
me with a beautiful smile. “That was fantastic!” she said. “And it
didn’t hurt my foot at all! Now I want you to fuck me, fuck me hard
and deep and fill my pussy with your cum, mix your cum with mine,
baby.” She pulled her good leg to her chest and spread as wide as
possible. With one foot on the floor and the other knee on the couch
between her legs, I positioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy
and slid it in slowly.
Her pussy was very hot and slick with her cum; and very tight
in spite of the serious fingerfucking I had given it. Her cunt
grasped my cock and squeezed as I fucked her. She put her good foot
in the small of my back and pulled me into her steaming pussy harder.
Her pussy was clenching on my cock as I went faster and faster;
harder and harder. I palmed her nipples and mauled her breasts as I
pounded my cock into her.
She had her eyes clenched tightly shut and grabbed for the
pillow again, so I knew she was going to cum again. I felt the juice
boiling up from my balls, but I held off until she started to come;
then I thrust and pounded my cock into her furiously as the cum
blasted from the head of my dick, filling her pussy with jism as she
flooded with her hot pussy juice again. Our love fluids flowed
together and ran from her pussy down the crack of her ass, puddling
on the couch between her legs.
I collapsed on her, panting heavily from the exertion. As we
recovered, we nuzzled and cuddled, kissing each other gently and
whispering nonsense words. She reached down between us and said,
“I’m afraid we’ve stained up your nice couch.”
“Not to worry, my dear,” I replied. “That’s what ScotchGard was
invented for!”
“Oh, goody, then can I come over tomorrow and sprain my ankle
again?”

Well, my little Vixen, How’d you like your fixin’? Hope you
enjoyed it.

I heard something on the beach below me and looked over the
railing of the deck. A beautiful lady in her early 30’s was dancing
by herself to the sounds coming from above. She was quite a good
dancer and obviously enjoying her solitary dancing, unaware that
anyone was watching. She moved and swayed to the sounds of “When A
Man Loves a Woman” by Percy Sledge, lost in her memories.

As the final strains of the classic faded, I said, “You dance
divinely, my dear.” She spun her head around, looking for the
speaker; startled. Then as she spun around, she looked up at me and
lost her balance, falling to the ground with a sharp cry of pain as
she twisted her ankle on the unsteady sand.

I ran down the steps to her side. “I am so sorry, I didn’t
mean to startle you,” I told her. “Are you alright?”

“NO, I twisted my damn ankle again,” she replied with a
grimace. “It’s not really your fault. I twisted it a few days ago
and should have known better than to dance on it so soon.”

“Can you walk on it?”

“I don’t think so… I need to put some ice on it.”

“Let me help you up to my apartment; I’ve got an ice pack you
can put on it. It’s the least I can do.”

She stood on her one good leg and put her arm around my
shoulder and tried to hop up the stairs. She was obviously hurting,
so I reached down and picked her up and carried her up the stairs.
She felt good in my arms and I enjoyed the feel of her breast against
my chest. I carried her inside and put her down on the couch; placed
her injured ankle on a pillow and went to get the ice pack.

When I came back, she put her good foot on the floor to give me
room to sit down and tend to her ankle. I gently placed the ice pack
on her foot and let my eyes rum up her bare legs to her cutoff blue
jean-covered crotch. Her legs were spread, and I could see a few
silky hairs peeking from the vee of her sex. I tried not to stare,
but I couldn’t help my self. My eyes traveled on up and I could see
she was not wearing a bra under her tight T-shirt. She was either
horny or cold, because her nipples were as hard as rocks, tenting the
fabric of her shirt. I looked on up into the most beautiful
eyes I had seen in a long, long time. She was smiling slightly.

“Did you enjoy the view?”

“Ah, uh, well, uh… would you like something to drink?” I
stammered, embarrassed at being caught being so obvious.

“Sure,” she replied with a mischievous grin. “Some white wine
would be nice if you have it.”

I stood to go to the kitchen and turned quickly to hide my
growing erection. In the kitchen I reached down and readjusted my
cock. “It ain’t gonna do you any good to get up, boy,” I told it
tersely. “This lady’s hurting and you ain’t got a chance to get any
tonight, so just calm down.” But, as always, he didn’t listen to me.
He had a mind of his own and it was one-track… but at least it
wasn’t so obvious after the adjustment.

I came back into the living room with our drinks and as I
walked toward her she was staring at my crotch. She turned on her
side a bit and patted the couch beside her for me to sit. “You
didn’t answer my question,” she said after she had taken a sip. She
looked at me prettily over the rim of her wineglass. “Did you enjoy
the view? I sure did.”

“I can’t help looking when I am that close to someone as
beautiful as you are,” I replied.

She reached up and pulled my head down to hers. “You’re very
sweet,” she said and kissed me. “Thanks for taking care of me.”

“It’s my pleasure.”

“Not yet it isn’t,” she said and kissed me again, running her
tongue deep into my mouth, moaning softly. We kissed passionately
for a few minutes, then I broke the kiss.

“If you don’t watch out, this is going to get out of hand and I
don’t want to hurt your foot.”

“Let me worry about the damn foot,” she replied. “I’ll let you
know if it hurts, you can be sure of that!” And with that, she
reached down, grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it over her
head. She shook her brown curly hair as the shirt came off and
dropped the shirt on the floor. She grabbed my head and drew it to
her breasts. I wallowed my face in those glorious mounds of flesh,
licking and kissing them all over. I ran my tongue around and around
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If you crush milky chunks of cactus
with sulphur and realgar,
dry the mixture seven times, powder it
and apply it to your penis,
you’ll satisfy the most demanding lover.

And if, to these powerful ingredients,
you add a monkey’s turd,
grind them together and sprinkle the powder
on your unsuspecting lover’s head,
she will be your devoted slave for life.

To Increase Potency:
——————-

Honey-sweetened milk in which
the testicles of a ram
or a goat have been simmered
has the effect, when drunk,
of making a man as powerful as a bull.

Pumkin seeds ground with almonds
and sugarcane root,
or with cowhage root and strips of bamboo,
and stirred into honeyed milk,
have the same arousing effect.

The sages say that wheat-flour cakes
baked with honey and sugar
and sprinkled with the powdered seeds
of pumpkin and cowhage
give one strength for a thousand women.

The yolk of a single sparrow’s egg
stirred into rice pudding
that has been thickened with cream,
wild-honey and “ghee” (clarified butter)
has the same invigorating effect.

Enlarging the Penis or “Yoni” (Vagina):
————————————–

First rub your penis with wasp stings
and massage it with sweet oil.
When it swells, let it dangle for ten nights
through a hole in your bed,
going to sleep each night on your stomach.

After this period use a cool ointment
to remove the pain and swelling.
By this method men … of insatiable
sexual appetite, manage to keep
their penises enlarged throughout their lives.

By applying an ointment made from
crushed barleria leaves
to her “yoni”, the elephant (large) woman
can spend at least one night
discovering the delights of being a doe (“small” woman).

Likewise the doe can use honey
mixed with powdered roots
of lotus, madder, “sal” (tree of aromatic gum),
the blue lotus and the mongoose plant
to accomodate a stallion for one night.

To Cope With Impotence:
———————-

A man who climaxes too swiftly
should arouse his lady
by caressing her clitoris with his fingers
and flooding the well
of her yoni before he enters her.

If, during lovemaking, the erection
cannot be sustained because
the man is old, or simply exhausted
he should use the delicate
oral techniques given in an earlier chapter.

The man who is utterly unable
to achieve an erection
should pleasure his wife/lover with a phallus
crafted from materials like
gold, silver, copper, iron (!!), ivory or horn.

The artificial phallus should be shaped
to your natural proportions.
It will be more arousing for the lady
if the outside is studded
with a profusion of large, smooth nodules.

It was a clear hot August morning and she was walking the way
women walk when they want you to know that their destination is an
erotic one. I pulled out my microcassette recorder and didn’t
press down any buttons. I spoke into it as she came near. “It was
a clear hot August morning and she was walking the way women walk
when they want you to know that their destination is an erotic
one.”
She stopped. “God damn it. God damn you.” She smoothed the
yellow of her dress under her and sat down on the bench. She
continued. “You didn’t press the record button. What a
bullshitter.”
“You noticed.”
“Fraid so, slick. You did it for *my* benefit?”
“You’re *here*…”
“So how many girls do you pick up that way?”
“Counting you?”
She bent down and adjusted the heel strap on her sandal.
“Actually,” I said, “I was not looking to pick anyone up.”
“Well then why did you drop that bomb?”
I pointed at the sculpture in front of the library building
and then down to the walk. The way the sun was hitting the edge of
the sculpture it was casting gorgeous crazy shadows along the walk.
“So it was a gift, then? But not to me. To the day.”
“Yup. That’s all.”
“Thanks, I guess,” she said. Then she took the recorder from
my hand, pressed down ‘record’ and ‘play’ and said, “It was a
dreary wet December day and he was walking the way truck drivers
walk when they have to take a dump.”
“Hey, you’re good.”
“Think so?” She handed the recorder back to me.
“Oh yeah. Could be–”
“Better? Could be better? You think you can do better, don’t
you?”
“To be honest, yeah. But what do I w–”
“All right, I’ll make you a deal. If you do better, you can
have me.”
“And if I don’t?”
“No confidence?”
I pressed the ‘record’ and ‘play’ and said, “It was a heavy
September morning and he was walking the way truck drivers walk
when they want you to know they have to take a dump.”
As we walked off she said, “Hey, you were right.”
I felt her hand around my tricep and looked over at her.
“About my destination,” she said, and we walked on.

RICHH

breasts hung firm and high, the nipples hard, straining against the thin

cotton and just begging to be set free. Her bare legs were magnificently

toned, retaining just a hint of tan leftover from the summer. I noticed she

was smiling at me, nervous but apparently enjoying my attentions.

Then, to my complete shock she yawned and stretched her arms high above

her head. The shirt, which was just barely long enough to begin with, rode

up and I plainly saw the brown fuzz of her pubic hair. She held the pose

for one magnificent second, then dropped her arms down again, much to my

disappointment.

I made no pretense of not looking at her. That would have been

ridiculous. But her eyes met mine and I saw the same fire I saw earlier in

the lunchroom, only this time it wasn’t smoldering but raging almost out

of control.

With slow deliberation she walked across the room, swinging her hips

just the right amount to make the slits in the nightshirt part and give

excruciating glimpse of bare skin. She sat down on the couch next to me,

close enough to touch. One gorgeously unclad leg rested on the couch and

across the other leg at about mid-thigh. One arm draped carelessly over the

back. Her eyes met mine and seemed to capture me completely. My heart went

wild as what was going on here finally sunk in.

Finally she spoke, her voice low and throaty. “Did you mean what you

said earlier?”

Her voice startled me out of the spell I was in. “Um, what did I say

earlier?”

“That you like to give pleasure as much as receive it?” she said

softly.

My heart thudded slowly in my chest. “Sure.” I answered just as softly,

“Giving is lots of fun. I never tire of it.”

“And…” she asked, uncertainty crossing her face, “and… would you be

willing to give a little to someone who could really use it?”

Now, it would seem to be obvious that I should answer immediately with a

loud and enthusiastic YES! but being in such a situation is much different

from reading or fantasizing. In all honesty, I was a little frightened. I’d

had more than my share of fantasies about Jenny, but to be presented with a

breathing living willing reality was another thing. You don’t treat real

human beings the way you do in fantasies. But then I realized that she was

honestly asking for help, and taking quite a chance doing so. She was

obviously as scared and hopeful as I was. To turn her down would do great

damage to her self-esteem. I couldn’t do that to her.

So, I simply said “Yes.”

She gazed into my eyes for a long, long moment, uncertain how to

proceed. Then her lips met mine in a deep, open kiss. She moved forward

until she was laying on top of me while we were still kissing. Our bodies

moved together, rubbing in slow, sinuous motion. Her hips pressed down

directly on the hardness at my crotch and ground against it, sending waves

of pleasure though me. Her mouth was still locked with mine, but her breath

was coming in short gasps. Our activity became more frenzied as our

excitement grew, her gasps turning to low moans.

And all at once, the spell broke. She collapsed on top of me, her head

…End of the part5. To be continued..

by Sean Devon

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I could feel her smiling
I smiled for years

innocent coy eyes and lack of makeup, she portrayed a natural beauty. Her deep

brown orbs reflected sympathy with their warm, enticing stare. She was an

optimist and felt everybody needed a fair chance to prove themselves. She hadn’t

officially met Dr. Jones, but she followed his work very closely. In her heart

and mind, she knew that Dr. Jones was probably more human and more real than the

participants in this current childlike discussion. She sat listening to them like

it was just another form of entertainment without any merit whatsoever,

entertaining none the less. She, herself, had received her job because of her

father, General Frank Trent. The government-funded research, that the University

relied on, created a need to keep the relationship congenial between the two

institutions. Her parents had planned her whole life. Her only time of freedom

was in college, where she found her sexuality. Yet, due to her strict upbringing,

she denied herself happiness with her only true love, Kate McCormick. They were

buddies, who had met one fateful Saturday night in the TV lounge at their

dormitory keeping each other company while the rest of the campus partied until

dawn.

“And why are you laughing, Lydia? You should know as well as I do that good men

are hard to find,” stated Dianne, who had always thought of Lydia as an old maid

type. By the time she would get around to try to get a man, her quaint good looks

would be gone and she would be left high and dry. “Or low and wet,” Dianne

thought to herself as she noticed her own growing discomfort between her legs.

She was horny as always.

“Well, as much as I would love to sit around and talk about my sex life, I must

go to my class,” Lydia remarked absconding from the troubling chatter, which by

some strange twist of fate she had been forced into.

“She really should get out more often,” said Dianne nonchalantly, not noticing

the look of distaste on Janine’s face at the uncalled for jibing of her best

friend and colleague.

Janine quickly excused herself from any further conversation and walked back to

her office. Once inside, she sat down heavily in her chair. She couldn’t keep her

mind off Mac because her mind kept recalling the long sexy nights she had shared

with him. It was the little things, which she thought she had always abhorred,

that enticed her and drove her to love him further. The gentle way he would kid

about her sexual appetite, the crude and often abusive language he used while

making love and the overall sexy way he looked at her with his large inquisitive

eyes, all made her melt like butter in her seat.

Soon the unbearable heat between her thighs became a raging fire and she began to

thirst for something to quench her uncontrollable lust. “A finger or two would

do,” she thought as she closed her eyes. She had plenty of time, until her first

lecture. Slowly, as if it moved on its own, her right hand crept down to pull up

her dress. One hand found a breast, while the other dug its way into her soaking

wet panties. A jolt of pure pleasure shot through her as her hand came in contact

with her slick, feminine perfumed sex. Through her lust filled daze, she heard a

knock at the door.

…End of the part3. To be continued..

room in a whirlwind of comedy as the phone rang. For a brief second she got

frightened that it might be Charlotte, but she figured it was probably her mother

again.

“Hello?” she asked.

“Dr. Trent?” asked a quiet feminine voice.

“Yes?” she asked. Her heart beat a mile a minute. Thoughts of how to get out of

her new found friendship with the girl passed through her head, each one seeming

like a lame excuse to ditch the poor girl in her need.

“I just wanted to thank you again. Am I bothering you?” Charlotte asked.

“No, no you’re not bothering me. Are you all right? You sound scared.”

“Well, I just don’t have anybody to talk to about my feelings and stuff.”

“Is there a girl involved? Perhaps, someone you know?” asked Lydia, assuming the

poor girl had a crush on someone.

“Yes, but I don’t think she is interested in me. I can’t really talk about this

on the phone. My roommate is coming back soon. It’s not too late at night for me

to come…I mean, oh nevermind. I am sure you have a lot more important things to

do.”

“Oh, I see. Well, you could come over here and talk about it. That would be

fine,” proclaimed Dianne.

“Great! You don’t really mind?” Charlotte asked in a girlish voice.

Dianne gave the poor girl her address and hoped she wouldn’t have any trouble

finding the house. It was starting to get late and she didn’t want Charlotte

wandering the streets this late at night just to talk to her. Against her will,

she started to become anxious like a schoolgirl waiting for a date. She checked

her hair in the mirror and became even more nervous because of the effect

Charlotte was having on her.

It didn’t take long for her to arrive and Lydia let the desperate looking girl

into her home. Charlotte’s long dark hair hung down over her shoulder and rested

on her petite breasts framing her delicate olive face. She looked young, innocent

and beautiful, yet her eyes told a different story, as they shone brightly with

sexual intent.

Lydia had the girl come in and sit down, then relaxed as they talked about all

the obstacles in the path of lesbians in modern society. The discussion slowly

turned into laughter as they each relayed their horror stories. They both had

been caught glancing at other girls in a shower room and they both had crushes on

…End of the part12. To be continued..

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

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

me…please,” the white wife begged.

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

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

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

black cock.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

heard another sharp and distinctive moan……

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

stated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

lodged deep into her panting body.

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

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

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

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

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

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

…End of the part23. To be continued..

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

husband huddling on the floor only six feet away.

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

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

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

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

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

Mrs. Belvoir !”

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

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

“Yes,” was her quiet sob.

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

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

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

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

“Beg ME,” Jerome ordered.

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

She couldn’t.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

slut of a wife,” Jerome concluded.

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

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

…End of the part20. To be continued..

to show his manhood and protect his wife… and his home. As he considered his

alternatives he was struck sharply across the face. The blow knocked him out of

his chair and he as he laid on the floor he looked up to the muscular black man

that was dramatically changing his life. His only response was meek and

frightened…… “Please don’t hit me again….”

Anna sit silently as Jerome Bettis established his domination over her frightened

husband. It has been less than two days since her own submission to this

powerful black man. Anna started shivering as she heard her husband begged the

black man to not strike him again.

Jerome resumed his seat and gave Anna a stern look. “I gave you an order. Do not

make the mistake of disobeying it.”

Anna rose and looked at her sniveling husband. She silently unthreaded the metal

button at the top off her jeans. Without looking down she then pulled the zipper

down. She had to wiggle her hips to pull the tight jeans down her muscular

thighs. She said nothing as she pulled the legs of the jeans over her feet. She

had removed her shoes. The pretty white wife then turned and bent slightly at

the waist.

Jerome’s black hands stroked her upper thighs and his fingers found the angry red

welts and outlined them. Her Lilly white skin contrasted sharply with his dark

hands. As his finger tips caressed the red welts she moaned softly. The wife

remembered her punishment only a few short hours ago.

Jim watched silently from his prone position on the kitchen floor. He felt his

manhood harden and he was ashamed. A black man was casually stroking his nearly

naked wife in their home and his cock was throbbing; harder than he could ever

remember.

“Remove your panties Mrs. Belvoir. I wish to play with your tight little pussy,”

Jerome ordered.

Mrs. Anna Belvoir did not question the instruction. She had quickly learned that

Jerome was not to be questioned. She wondered very briefly if he husband would

come to her aid…… and then she realized that her husband would not…or could

not protect her. She put her fingers in the top of her fresh panties and pulled

them down. The tails of her white shirt was still covering her upper body.

“Grab your ankles Mrs. Belvoir… Make yourself ready for me….” Jerome mocked

the pretty middle aged wife.

Anna had always prided herself on her lean and agile body. She bent at the waist

and locked her hands around her small precious ankles.

Jerome sat quietly for several minutes watching the pretty wife. Her muscles

were starting to rebel as she was stretched in the awkward position. “Do you

want to fuck me tonight Mrs. Belvoir ?” he asked.

…End of the part19. To be continued..

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

looked at the gentle rise and fall of Anna’s nearly perfect breasts. Theodore’s

long black cock was still lodged in the white wife’s stretched pussy. His cum was

dripping out her hole and coating the tops of her white silk hose. After several

minutes Theodore pulled his long cock from the warm passageway of the beautiful

lady and squeezed the remaining contents on her upper thighs. Smiling he too

returned to his chair.

With her alcohol fogged brain Anna finally opened her eyes to the bright office

lights. She could feel the two black’s spunk over her body. Her tender nipples

were red and swollen and her previously tight and seldom used woman chamber was

stretched and dripping with black cum. She drug herself to a sitting position

and felt the warm liquid leak from her stretched lower lips and coat the inside

of her new skirt. Groggily she looked over to her smirking boss.

Never had her husband Jim given her such pleasure. Her mind returned to the

picture of Jerome punching each of her birth control pills out of their pouch.

The fertile black sperm dripping from her stretched hole today will not make her

pregnant but……… what about tomorrow ?

On unsteady feet she rose and meekly asked Jerome, “May I go clean up Mr. Bettis

?”

Jerome looked at the disheveled forty year old white wife and his cock twitched

again. She was such a beautiful lady; and she was his.

“If you drink another full glass of whiskey; you may clean yourself….” was the

reply from Mrs. Anna Belvoir’s superior.

Wearily, Anna walked to the right side of the desk where the nearly empty whiskey

bottle rested. With unsteady hands she poured herself another glass of the brown

liquid. She swayed back and forth in front of her two black fuck masters. Her

blouse was still unbuttoned and hung open exposing her white breasts with the red

fuck marks gleaming in the early morning light. A large fist sized cum stain

coated the front of her navy blue skirt. Theodore’s sticky black cum dripped

from her permanently stretched hole and coated her white silk hose. She had

discarded her four inch white heels and her eyes were having a hard time

remaining open. Her excessive forced consumption of potent Kentucky sipping

whiskey made her distraught mind swirl. When her mind did return to a minute of

reality she blamed the whiskey…… for her wantonness with her new black boss

and his black client.

“Drink your whiskey Mrs. Belvoir,” Jerome ordered.

Anna’s eyes turned to her boss…… her new black master. With shaking hands

she brought the glass to her lips and let the vile liquid slide down her throat.

The brown liquid burned as it made it’s journey. When the glass was drained Anna

…End of the part14. To be continued..

death grip of the white wife’s delicate fingers.

The poor white wife struggled to reach climax. She thrusted her hips down

against the menacing black fingers. A third finger lodged itself into her tight

passage and Anna struggled to open her hole to the gripping black fingers.

Jerome was the first………. White scalding cum shot from his long hose. The

spunk coated the bunched white skirt of the beautiful middle age wife. She felt

the wet discharge and the knowledge pushed her own tight body over the burning

threshold.

The staff heard the passionate scream from the inner office. They looked at each

other and smiled. A universal thought was in everyone’s mind. “Little Miss

Goody Two Shoes; the senior partner’s mistress was getting what she

deserved…..”

Anna fell to her knees as her climax made her body shudder. The probing black

fingers followed her to the floor and continued to fill her seeping hole. Her

lips were swollen and red as she tried to crawl away but the black man would not

allow the pretty wife escape. Anna crawled to the window but the black followed

her. She started to pull herself up when she felt the hard black cock scrape the

top of her stockings.

“NOOOOOOOOOO,” she screamed.

Theodore buried his cock hard and deep. The wet channel provided the lubrication

for the initial insertion and the forceful impalement prevented Mrs. Anna

Belvoir’s escape. She was forced against the four foot ledge in front of the

window as the black had total control of her tender chute. After the initial

insertion Anna was able to relax….and accept the long prod. The half naked

secretary was brutally fucked until she screamed for release.

She felt Theodore tighten….. and then felt the hot liquid coat her inner

chamber. The tip of his black cock had pushed against her cervix and caused her

pain…before feeling the total impalement ignited her second climax. The two

sex partners collapsed on the floor. Theodore nuzzled Anna’s tender neck and

sucked a large dark hickey on the soft flesh. Anna merely lay exhausted; lodged

between the ledge and her first black lover.

As she lay breathing heavily on the carpet she felt something wet caress her

lips. She opened her eyes and seen the angry purple head of Jerome’s huge black

cock. Gripping the monster in his fist he rubbed it against Anna’s delicate lips

until she slowly parted them. Jerome inched the purple head into her wet and

warm oral cavity and let her tongue clean the half dried jism. Anna

subserviently serviced her master with her mouth. She tongue washed the still

hard prong. It took only a few minutes for the huge black balls to empty

themselves into Anna’s sucking mouth. Anna added the fertile sperm to her

stomach still filled with expensive whiskey.

…End of the part13. To be continued..

If she raises one leg
and you catch hold of her little foot,
caressing her breasts
and telling her how much you love her,
it is “Ekapada” (One Foot).

Her foot pressed to your heart,
your arms encircling and supporting her,
lean back against the wall
and enjoy the lovely girl:
this is “Veshta” (the Encircling).

She stands against the wall,
lotus-hands on hips,
long, lovely fingers reaching to her navel.
Cup her foot in your palm
and let your free hand caress your angel’s limbs.

Put your arm around her neck
and enjoy her as she leans there at her ease.
Vatsyayana (the author) ans others
who knew the art of love in its great days
called this posture “Tala” (the Palm).

If you lean back to a wall
and your lover, clinging to your neck,
places both her feet
in your palms and thus makes love,
this is “Dvitala” (Two Palms).

If you lift your lover
by passing your elbows under her knees
and gripping her buttocks
while she hangs fearfully from your neck,
it is “Janukurpara” (the Knee Elbow).

Your wife grips your neck
and locks her legs around your waist:
this is “Kirti” (Fame) – a posture
not described in “Kama Sutra” or “Ratirahasya”.
Never try it with heavy girls.

—————-

Oral Pleasures — Fellatio Techniques:
————————————-

When your lover catches your penis
in her hand and, shaping
her lips to an ‘O’, lays them lightly to its tip,
moving her head in tiny circles,
this first step is called “Nimitta” (Touching).

Next, grasping its head in her hand,
she clamps her lips tightly about the shaft,
first on one side then the other,
taking great care that her teeth don’t hurt you:
this is “Parshvatoddashta” (Biting at the Sides).

Now she takes the head of your penis
gently between her lips,
by turns pressing, kissing it tenderly
and pulling at its soft skin:
this is “Bahiha-samdansha” (the Outer Pincers).

If next she allows the head to slide
completely into her mouth
and presses the shaft firmly between her lips,
holding a moment before pulling away,
it is “Antaha-samdansha” (the Inner Pincers).

When, taking your penis in her hand
and making her lips very round,
she presses fierce kisses along its whole length,
sucking as she would at your lower lip,
it is called “Chumbitaka” (Kissing).

If, while kissing, she lets her tongue
flick all over your penis
and then, pointing it, strikes repeatedly
at the sensitive glans-tip,
…End of the part5. To be continued..

By Vatasyayana

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

———————————————————————–

Lying Down Positions:
——————–

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…End of the part1. To be continued..

“Mmmmpphh, Llaaahhh yee?”

“Keep this up, and … Oh! Yes! There! uh! um, your fucking SOCKS will

smell like my underwear.”

The next few minutes of our conversation does not transliterate into ASCII

worth a pimp’s damn. Suffice it to say that Debbie has both a wonderfully

responsive nervous system, and the longest build-up to orgasm I have ever had

the pleasure to drive. For at least a full minute, I was sure that she would

come the following two seconds. Finally, with a grand shudder, she spread her

legs even wider, pulled my head hard aginst her, and began to writhe in ecstasy

all over my face. I believe that at the offically recorded beginning of her

orgasm, my nose was firmly ensconced within, and her swollen clitoris was firmly

held in my right nostril.

No matter. She came like everything, and I continued to lick, suck, and

swallow whatever I could lay my lips on. I guessed right, as she continued to

purr, sway, and rock for quite some time, nary a complaint about oversensitivity

or any of the other bugaboos I’ve discovered when eating a woman for the first

time.

Bit by bit, she quieted down again, falling steadily onto me as her passion

no longer sustained her.

“You like?” I sometimes indulge myself in rhetorical questions.

“Velly, velly much, Mr. Daniel. I must make a slight confession, though.”

“Really?” Hell, I’d just had one of my favorite activities; what could be a

problem now?

“I am fertile as a turtle today, and I have no means of contraception within

a dozen miles of here.”

“Bullshit, Lady. *We* have the most reliable of them all: mutual respect

and commitment to a common cause. I’m not ready to support a child this year

any more than you are, not to mention the relationship around it. Therefore,

neither of us is fully willing to follow this to its most natural conclusion

as long as conception is a viable possibility, pardon the pun.”

“Thank you, but I still owe you one.”

“You *owe* me nothing; I ate you for the sheer pleasure of nuzzling into

your hotness, and it is my pleasure and priviledge to lick you until you melt

from the assault. Care for another?”

“Not right now, but I may take you up on it later. Maybe I don’t owe you

anything, but *I* want you inside me right *now*. My biological clock is

probably trying to tell me something, but at least I can control the direction.

In any case, I *do* intend to make you come. Your pleasure, kind sir?”

“Far be it from me to turn down my lady’s request. Gladly will I have an

orgasm of monstrous proportions. Are you hungry yourself, or would you like to

wash this load by hand?”

“You pick; I’m still woozy.”

I carefully drew her to me for a long kiss, and then guided her head down,

past my throat, where she took over of her own accord. Her hands busied them-

selves with and then inside my pants, with her mouth following in due time.

I was at full erection again by the time my wallet thudded to the floor inside

my pocket. Her technique was what, in the business, we refer to as “the brute-

force method”. No real finesse; she simply sucked and bobbed for all she was

worth. I was gasping for breath in no time at all, and exploded just as the

pressure was beginning to turn pleasure into pain. With the stimulation I had

from eating her, I had quite a bit of semen ready to go, and she took it all

with great gusto, moaning in pleasure of her own, the vibrations adding to my

climax.

As I came back to earth, realizing that my feet still touched the floor, she

softly continued caressing me with her mouth, as gentle now as she had earlier

been direct. I almost cried with the sweetness of her sensitivity here, but

didn’t have the energy to work up to that level of being touched. I was a bit

sore and quite satisfied, certain that this was an experience we would both like

to repeat. Bit by bit, she worked me back to a state of half-erection. As much

as I wanted all the pleasure we could give one another here, I was still far too

senstive down there to enjoy any but the most lubricated of touching. Just as I

was about to ask her to stop, she drew back in a final farewell kiss, and rose

to hold me close.

“Now we’re even,” she grinned wickedly.

“Yes, almost.”

“Almost?”

“Yup. We’ll have to even things out later.”

She caught my reasoning in an instant, and fell to nibbling on my nipples,

while I tried to respond on hers as best I could. After-play is a lot of fun,

and probably one of the most important parts of a relationship. Unfortunately,

the real world brings us interruptions: the lights flickered. Looking into her

eyes, I knew we were thinking the same things.

“System’s gonna be hosed.”

“And if it’s bad enough, security might some looking for us.”

“Yeah. Batch queues are probaly dead for the next half-hour.”

“Time to see what we can salvage?”

“Yes, and I had a wonderful time tonight.”

“So did I. Kiss good-night?”

“Of course.”

We hurried a bit, stopping only to kiss favortie portions of each other just

before they disappeared under clothing again. The calm after the storm is a

neat thing to share.

“I’ll go first, and see if the coast is clear.”

In a few seconds, she whistled the opening bars of “On A Clear Day”, and I

got quickly out of the ladies’ room. We got back to our respective desks,

breaking decorum only with a quick squeeze of our hands and a knowing glance

that just barely missed showing canary feathers around our mouths.

Copyright (C) 1991, William D. Wickart. All rights reserved.

—

THE END

i meet you in a health club
we have been lifting weights for hours
you invite me back to your apartment after we have showered
i am thirsty
i ask you for something to drink
you give me a glass of coke
you drug the coke
after i drink it, i feel very sleepy
i pass out
when i wake up i can not see
and i can not move
and when i try to make a sound
i find i can not talk
i am blind folded, bond, and gagged
i start to struggle, but not even my strong muscles can broke the
bonds
then when i stop
and give up
i hear a sound
foot steps
the blind fold is removed
i look up
i see you
you are dressed completely in black
your dress is long
and it is made from satin and silk
it is very tight
you look very beautiful, but very evil in it
you have a wicked smile on your face
i look at myself
i am totally naked
i am on a bed
my arms and legs are chained to the four corners of the bed
i get angry when i see this
i try to scream and shout
but i can not
because of the gag
i struggle
but it is only in vain
the chains will not break
but i keep struggling
you move to me
you smile that wicked smile again
your hands reach down to me
i watch your hands approach my balls
you hold them gentlely in the palm of your hands
you apply pressure to them suddenly
it hurts like hell
you tell me to stop struggling
and to behave
or you would do it again
i stop
i do not like pain
you crawl over me
your hands and your body move down me
and then up me
you hold my head in your arms
you move your head to mine
you place your lips on mine
you try to kiss me
i move my head
you reach down
you squeeze my balls
i stop when i feel the pain
you again try to kiss me
this time i let you kiss me
you force your tongue into my mouth
you kiss me very hard
your tongue explores my mouth
your mouth move from my lips
your mouth move down my chest
your mouth moves to my nipples
you lick them
you place one nipple in your mouth
you bite it
it hurts
but i can not make any sound
i can not scream
you then bite the other
nipple
it hurts
you move down me
you move to my penis
you lick the tip
your tongue moves around and around the tip
you are driving me crazy
you place your mouth over my penis
you take it into your mouth
and tighten your hold on it with your lips
you move it in and out of your mouth
you increase the pressure
you move it in and out faster
i am near to cumming
then you stop
you take it out of your mouth
you laugh
you laugh again
tell me you control me
and there is nothing i can do to stop you
you tell me that i must do what ever you say
that i have no choice
you laugh again
then you move up my body
you move to my face
you sit on my face
i can barely breath
you are facing my legs
you reach out and grab my penis and balls
you start to stroke my penis
you tell me to lick you
then you squeeze my balls when i take to long to comply
i start to lick you
my tongue goes inside of your vagina
my tongue finds your clit
my tongue licks it
you tell me to lick fasted
you hold on to my penis
your head is thrown back
there is a smile on your lips
you tell me to go faster
you are very excited
you tell me to lick your asshole
i do not want to
you squeeze my balls
very hard
so i do it
i do not like the taste
but i do not like the pain
you laugh at me
you say ‘you see i can make you do anything’
then you say ‘lick my pussy slave’
i go back to licking your vagina
i drive you crazy with my tongue
you cum
over and over
and over
then you get off of my face
you lean over my penis
your mouth engulfs my penis
you suck it
you move it in and out of your mouth
faster you move it
harder you suck it
until i am about to cum
then you move in out of you mouth
you let me cum on myself
you laugh
then you scoop some of the semen up with your hand
you move your hand to my lips
you squeeze my balls very hard with your other hands
i force the semen under the gag
into my mouth
you roar with laughter
you say’ see i can even make you eat your own cum’
you put the gag on properly
you are still laughing
you turn away
you leave me ashamed and wasted

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

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

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

“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..