morning.

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

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

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

decidedly on edge.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

white law firm of Wright & Wright.

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

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

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

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

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

on Mr. Bettis anything his little black heart desired.

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

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

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

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

dribble.

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

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

of any law firm in the country.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

slightest measure of arousal.

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

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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

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

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

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

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

“You read much horror?” I asked her.

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

“You read much horror?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I just barely breathed “very much.”

“Good.” She returned to her book.

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

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

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

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

“Oh God, I’m hot,” whispered Janis. “How can she suck a cock that came out of
somebody’s ass like that?” “Did that turn you on?” Peter whispered as his
hand began to massage Janis’s clit again. “Oh yeah, Peter be careful,” Janis
responded. “You could get me over the hill without even trying – and you know
what THAT means.” Garolynn began massaging Peter’s cock again while he was
playing with her tits. She had great tits, large but not saggy and nipples
that got hard as rocks. While Peter had not seen them yet, he could imagine
sucking those nipples to hardness.

The next scene was two women with one guy. Both women had big tits and both
appeared to love sex, any kind of sex. The scene opened with the bigger woman
eating the smaller woman’s pussy. She was sucking on the clit and the smaller
woman, with dark hair, was a quickly on the verge of cumming. A man entered
the room, obviously the husband of the dark haired woman. He quickly stripped
and moved to a position where the dark haired woman could suck his cock. This
man had a big cock, about 12″ long and big around. As it grew during the
sucking process, Janis whispered, “My God, can she take all that?” It didn’t
seem a problem for the dark haired woman. Several thrusts of his cock in her
mouth had his balls banging on her chin. She was in an orgasmic state with
him fucking her mouth and the blonde woman sucking on her clit. The blonde
woman had inserted 4 fingers into the dark haired woman’s cunt and was pumping
her wildly. As the scene changed, both women began sucking on this man’s
tool. First one then the other deepthroated him and then began to suck, one
on each side, as they played with his balls. The blonde woman bent over on
the bed and the man kneeled behind her as the dark haired woman guided his
cock into her pussy. He began thrusting and the dark haired woman began
playing with his balls and kissing his chest. Several times the man removed
his cock and the dark haired woman would deepthroat it. This drew quick
breaths from Garolynn and he could feel Janis shudder as he continued to play
with her clit. The man said, “Now I am going to fuck your ass, but first lick
it to lube it up.” The dark haired woman deepthroated him and then began to
lick the blonde woman’s asshole. When is was wet, she deepthroated that cock
one more time and eased it up to the woman’s anus. He slowly inserted it as
the darkhaired woman bent over and applied spit to his tool, massaging his
balls with her hand. When he was fully in the blonde woman, he began
thrusting as the darkhaired woman continued to play with his balls and kiss
him. He pulled out of the blonde woman’s ass a couple of times and the dark
haired woman would deepthroat him again. Peter switched from playing with
Janis’s clit to Garolynn’s during this action and Garolynn began to softly
breath faster. Finally, the man would switch from ass to pussy to ass several
different times and you could see that he was ready to cum. He pulled it out
of the blonde’s ass the last time and both girls began sucking on his cock as
he came in big spurts. There was jism in each girls hair, on their faces and
they kissed and exchanged jism with their tongues as he finished cumming. He
bent over backwards and the blonde began sucking on the softening cock while
the dark haired woman began to lick his balls and tongued his asshole.

“We gotta get out of here,” whispered Garolynn. “I’m getting so horny.” She
spread her legs a little further letting Peter have better access to her clit.
She was so wet, he hand was fairly sliding up and down her cunt. Janis was
feeling left out and moved over to begin playing with Peter’s cock. With both
ladies’ hands on his cock, Peter was beginning to wonder if he could prevent
himself from cumming a second time.

The third scene was three women making love. There were dildoes, fingers and
tongues in pussies, assholes and mouths. The two ladies could not believe
their eyes for neither of them had envisioned making love to another woman.
“Well, lets try that when we get home,” Peter suggested. The two girls
giggled and Peter took that as a yes!

The last scene was the “orgy” scene. Cocks going in and out of assholes,
mouths; jism flying through the air and faces covered with cum. Both girls
were wiggling in their seats by now and Peter had come close to cumming about
three different times. He had to tell Janis to slow down twice and had gotten
three fingers in Garolynn’s pussy before she made him quit.

It was time to go and they all three buttoned up their pants and straightened
themselves up before looking around and getting up. They fairly raced to the
parked car. “Lets get home, NOW!” screamed Garolynn. As they arrived at the
hotel, Garolynn was giving Peter a blow job and Peter was rubbing Janis’s
pussy through her levis while playing with Garolynn’s tits. “God, if people
could see us now!” said Peter. Garolynn sat up, wiped her face and Peter
tucked his cock in his pants. Janis pulled up to the parking place and they
all jumped out of the car and raced to Garolynn’s room. Upon entering the
room, clothes were flying everywhere. Janis leaped at Peter’s mouth and they
began a deep, tongue probing kiss. Garolynn began massaging Peter’s cock and
as it came to life, she began to suck on it. None of the lights had been
dimmed and as Janis and Peter broke their kiss, Janis began watching Garolynn
suck on Peter’s swollen member. She had never actually seen a woman give a
man a blow job, nor anything else for that matter. “Come join me,” Garolynn
said with an inviting grin. Janis was a little taken back but as Peter
offered her his cock, she quickly took it into her mouth. She could taste
Garolynn’s saliva and she began to suck and play with Peter’s balls. Peter
was thrusting in and out of her mouth, going deeper and deeper down her
throat. Peter pulled his member from her mouth and Garolynn began sucking on
…End of the part4. To be continued..

I hung up the robe, looked at myself in the full length mirror, noticed

appreciative the lack of elastic marks from panties or a bra, and went down to be

near the door when he drove up. I was almost in the living room when the door

bell rang.

I should probably say a little more about J before I go much farther. I’ve known

J probably a couple of years now. Not well, mind you, but I’ve known him. He’s

been part of The Chief’ card game group for the whole time. I only play cards

with them every couple of months, and then J was only a face in the crowd most of

the time. His face was well worth looking at, and I’d flirted with him on more

than one occasion. The other thing that I noticed about J was that he was always

… a nice guy. He was pleasant and seemed to go out of his way to make people

comfortable around him. So, all that in mind, I felt reasonably safe with J. I

had no bad vibes at all, and he was familiar enough to put me at ease. He was

sexy enough to make me take notice, and intelligent enough to keep me on my toes.

Anyway, I’m just stepping into the living room dressed as he requested (that it

not dressed at all) when the door bell rings. Well, two things went through me

like a shot. This solid strong pang of apprehension (WHAT THE HELL HAVE I GOTTEN

MYSELF INTO) and this sudden realization that I’m really horny, roughly as horny

as if I’d been laying on my back and the Chief had run his hand over my pussy. I

walk up to the door and peek out. It’s J, which is at least better than

answering the door like this to the Fuller brush man. J comes in and gives me an

appreciative once over. He gestures for me to turn around which I do. He goes

over to the couch and sits down. “I wasn’t sure you’d really do it until you

opened the door. I would have understood if you hadn’t.” I’m sure I’m blushing,

but there’s no mirror handy to check. J gestures for me to come here. “You’re

serious about this?” he asks. I nod in agreement. J reaches into his coat pocket

and with his other hand signals me to kneel down in front of him. “Then let’s do

this right,” he says and then his hands are on my neck for a few seconds. I’m

not sure what I expected him to grab, but my neck wasn’t it. I feel something go

around my neck and he removes his hands. “Go look in a mirror. Let me know how

you like it.” I stand and go into the bathroom and look in the mirror. Attached

around my neck is a red leather dog collar with a metal strip on it that has my

name etched into it.

pt. 6. J gestures for me to come over and kneel at his feet again. “Did the

collar excite you?” He’s looking directly into my eyes as he says this. I can’t

maintain eye contact. I looked down which shows me I’m naked, which didn’t help

my state of mind. I nodded my head. “You’re excited by the whole idea, aren’t

you?” Still looking down, I nodded again. “Then you should probably take my

coat.” J says. I took his coat and hung it on the pegs by the front door. When

I got back to J he is clearly checking me out. He told me to undress him then.

As I was unbuttoning his shirt, he told me that whenever I was not doing

something specific I was to be at his feet, kneeling, and this last part he was

very specific about, with my knees wide apart so that he had free access. For me

to enjoy it, he told me, I should try to think of myself, of my body as his

property. Imagine that I was a slave who could be whipped for showing any

reluctance to please or any disrespect. Ok, Ok, so he got me hot just from what

he was saying. The fact that I was taking off his clothes helped that along too.

…End of the part5. 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..

Over the first weeks of that year, Susan earned a number of detentions from me for violating the “4-B” dress code. Finally she settled into what became her uniform: Stirrup pants and an oversized sweater a la Marilyn Monroe-a look I thought was outdated, but which somehow made her even more of a sex-pot than her friends who were trying unsuccessfully to emulate teenage pop stars (while still covering the school minimum of flesh).

Susan had definitely begun discovering the benefits of being female in a crowd of hormone-crazed teen boys. She got respect from the jocks because she stood up to them, but hung out with the nerds, possibly making her the most popular girl in school. But her marks were atrocious, her conduct disrespectful, and she had serious discipline problems.

II wasn’t sure she was entirely unaware of the effect she had on me, either. When I told her to wait after class was dismissed she would deliberately stand too close to me, making me feel flustered and hot.

And horny. I was continually surprised and somehow angry at that. But damn it!-she was seventeen. Three years over the age of consent but nine years younger than me. And, I thought, she couldn’t possibly have any idea of the sort of things that crept into my head when she looked at me so insolently in class:

Susan Castle is standing outside my office door. She is wearing a thin, long cotton T-shirt and nothing else, as she has been instructed. Inside the office, I am waiting and wet. I slip the dildo into its harness, and then slide the free end into my pussy with a grunt. I tighten the buckles on the straps which cup my ass and hips. I always love the look of the dildo thrusting up from my crotch. Do men feel like this, I wonder? Apart from the dildo and its harness I am wearing a pair of stockings, a bustier, and opera-length gloves. The room has been prepared. Several candles flicker on the shelves, making my rubber cock cast shadows that would give old Sister Chang from high school nightmares. Hanging from assorted hooks along the wall behind my desk are some toys: A thick strap called a strapple, a piece of bamboo cane, a shiny pair of clamps (nipple or labia-oh no, the clothespins for naughty pussy lips are over there). Satisfied with the arrangements, I call out: “Enter”. I cross my arms and stand facing the door with my feet apart. The door swings open of its own accord. Susan enters with an old-fashioned candlestick. Her eyes are big, dark and a little fearful, riveted to the jutting phallus between my thighs. I melt inside, wanting to hold her to me and tell her its all going to be alright, that I’d never really hurt her. But I can’t-she needs to know that I am the one in control. Ordered to place the candlestick on the desk, Susan attempts to straighten up. But I have a gloved hand firmly in her hair. I push firmly downward. “You will enter this room only on your knees from now on, slave.” Obediently she kneels. I slap her face. “You will answer me with your little mouth,” such a tight little rosebud of a mouth-I want to kiss it. I want to pinch her lips with clothespins, I want to bite them “and what I will hear from that dirty little mouth will be ‘Yes Mistress’. Have you quite got that?” She almost nods for a minute. But eventually says: “Y-yes Mistress.” There’s no foreplay. “I’m going to fuck all your holes, right now, just to prove I can; to prove that you’re my property. Won’t that be nice?” “Yes M-Mmmmph!” as I drive the dildo between her lips. She resists for a moment, and I take a short sash cord from the desk and whip her vigorously. After about ten stripes have blossomed on her back and ass, to the accompaniment of shocked squeals, I feel the dildo fully inserted in her mouth. She’s looking up at me from my crotch, inquiringly. I fuck her mouth for a few strokes, then pull out. At my command she turns and presents her behind to me. I order her to put her head to the floor, tossing a textbook down so that she won’t risk wood burn. She almost wiggles in pleasure as I drive the first inch of the dildo into her cunt. But I stop almost as soon as I’ve begun, and she whimpers as I withdraw. “You cum without permission, slut, and I’ll whip you sixty times with the cane.” I hiss at her. An empty threat. She’s never been caned before, and her tender ass would bleed before I gave the tenth stroke. But she doesn’t know that. She also doesn’t know that I don’t know her anywhere near well enough to stop her from cumming if she started. But I rely on her honesty. I grab her ass firmly and spread her cheeks. Her puckered little asshole is porn-star clean, as I specified. Fingering a large dollop of lubricant into her hole, I begin intruding with the dildo. Her whimpering becomes moaning, then crying out. “If you want this to stop, all you need to do is use your safe word, slave.” She knows-but I have to be sure. As I seat the dildo inside her to the hilt, I feel the tension relax inside her as she opens up and admits her Mistress. I glory in the trust and triumph, and as the dildo slips in and out of both of us, I smack her ass triumphantly and start to cum. . . . See what I mean? What seventeen-year-old could possibly share that dream?
Susan settled into her seat, and for the entire term she never once raised her hand. If I called on her she’d either ignore me, looking out the window, or else she’d stare at me blankly. There wasn’t much I could do beyond give her another detention.

After her first report card, neither of her parents came to parent-teacher night. Since she was in great danger of failing, I took it upon myself to call her listed phone number. Receiving no reply, I attempted to contact her parents at work. At her father’s workplace number I was told that Mr. Castle was away at the moment and probably wouldn’t be back for several weeks. Her mother’s listed employer-the construction firm of Stonewall and Mason-told me that Mrs. Castle no longer worked for them. Intrigued, I pulled her file card at the office-technically a no-no but easily done if one knew the file clerk.
…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

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..

You and I are at a dinner party
there are four other people there
they are friends
we are sitting next to each other at the table
our fingers are entwined
we hold hands for a few moments
then i move my hand to your thigh
i gentlely stroke it
i start to pull your skirt up your leg
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Mac just walked in and perched on the desk inside of Dianne’s office as they

exchanged pleasantries and informal hellos. He knew she was the complete opposite

of the women he usually went for, but she seemed all right. Her personality

needed some fine-tuning, yet she still had an excellent body. “Perhaps,” he

thought, “taking this job wasn’t that bad of an idea.” It had been getting a bit

uncomfortable at Berkeley after his countless rendezvous’ with half the female

student population. Sometimes, it was just easier to screw a student, rather than

be slapped with a sexual harassment suit from a fellow employee. The students

were much more liberal.

“So, I hope you don’t find this too bold, but would you like to have dinner

tonight? You know, a get to know the new guy dinner,” Dianne asked, hoping he

would answer in the affirmative, although she didn’t have a serious doubt that he

would.

“Dinner? I have…plans. How about a raincheck?”

“Oh, ok…sure…no problem,” she said smiling, but visibly taken aback.

“Well, I must get going. Lovely talking to you,” he winked.

Dianne sat down with a loud thump. If there was ever a time she needed to be

fucked, this had been it. “Damn,” she thought. “He’s probably gay.” At this

point, she would have screwed anything that moved. It had been a long day and she

decided to head home for the day. Perhaps, she would go down to Bill’s Bar. She

could make it that far. The gentlemen there usually liked seeing her and right

now, she wasn’t in a mood to be very discriminating.

***

Over dinner at a fancy restaurant, Mac brought the conversation back around to

sex. It was his favorite subject. Janine didn’t seem to mind though. She couldn’t

keep her mind off of it either; in fact, his familiar sensuality was starting to

get to her. He smelled wonderful. She started to become lost in his eyes like a

little girl watching her teenage idol.

“So, do you still scream out my name when you make love?” he asked.

“I never screamed out your name.”

“No? I remember, and I am sure all of Palo Alto remembers, that you did.

Actually, I bet I could make you scream my name right now,” he said, goading her

on.

“Hmm, I don’t think so. What are you going to do hit me?” she asked, remembering

the game. Perhaps it’s the wine, she thought, as she made a mental note not to

…End of the part8. To be continued..

and sticking out at a ninety degree angle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

pair of tennis shoes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

evening……….

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

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

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

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

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

tell you who I am,” he stated.

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

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

Jim,” she softly said.

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

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

to supper Mr. Belvoir ?”

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

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

down at their table.

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

…End of the part17. To be continued..

“I have to go get dressed,” said J . “Wait just a few minutes and meet me in
the hall and we’ll go down to the meeting together. Want any breakfast?” “No
answered G . “See you in a few minutes.

When the girls got the Janis’s car, Peter was already there waiting. The
girls had on loose fitting sun dresses and Garolynn plainly was wearing no
bra. They all got in the car and headed toward a drive in restaurant that
Garolynn had suggested. The meeting had run longer than anticipated and it
was already 6:30 pm. All three were famished and all they wanted was a
hamburger, fries and something to drink. As they gulped down their food, they
wandered toward the theater that Garolynn had picked out from the newspaper.
It was a run down looking affair that both girls agreed they would not enter
unless Peter was with them but since he was there, they all three went in.
Again, there was a sign that said escorted ladies were free so the girls got
in for nothing. Peter paid the $6.00 fee and they went to the theater door.
As they entered, the saw the theater had small dim lights allowing them to see
the seating was in couches that were scattered about with a large isle down
the middle. There were 8 or 10 people in the theater, most of which were
sitting in the back rows on either side of the door.

Peter led them to a couch on the right side. There was a large arm chair next
to the couch on the left side and in front was another couch in which a man
was stretched out with his feet on the couch in front of him. The three sat
down and began to look around. Almost immediately, a man from the back of the
room came and sat in the chair next to the couch. Janis was sitting nearest
the man, although about 2 feet away. There was much more light in this
theater and it didn’t take long before one could look around and see
practically everybody there. On the screen, two guys were screwing a woman,
one in the back and one had his cock buried in her mouth. She was moaning as
each man pumped the orifice to which his cock was attached. The man in back
pulled his cock from her vagina and came all over her ass. It was a large cum
shot with cum spurting from the end of his cock nearly to her head. Cum ran
all down her ass. The man in front then blew his load all over her face as
she attempted to take as much of it as she could get in her mouth. As the
last man finished cumming another couple wandered into the room on the screen.
The lady was leading the man by his cock. He had a very large cock, 12 or so
inches long and very big around. Janis leaned over to Peter and whispered, “I
bet that would rip me in two.” As she turned back to the screen, she noticed
the man sitting in the chair had his cock out and was jacking himself off.
“She began to watch him, out of the side of her eye, as the two women on the
screen began giving this new man a blow job. One would suck his cock while
the other would lick his balls, ass or tits. Suddenly, another man came over
to the man sitting in the chair and began to give the man in the chair a blow
job. Janis darn near leapt into Peter’s lap. “Look at what is happening
right next to me,” Janis whispered nervously. “Well, you told me last night
you wanted to see two guys suck each other off,” said Peter under his breath.
Suddenly the man in the chair slightly arched his back and Janis could see
that he was cumming. Garolynn watched as the man kneeling on the floor
continued to suck the seated man off. Soon it was over and both men got up
and moved away. The two women on the screen were both sucking on that huge
cock, one on each side. Suddenly, sperm shot from the end of the cock. Both
women leaned forward trying to catch strings of jism in their mouths. They
were both partially successful as sperm hit them in the mouth, nose and eyes.
It was a messy cum scene with both ladies getting a facial bath of cum.

The next scene was a party scene. Couples were dancing to gently music.
Hands were seen massaging breasts and cocks as couples swayed across the dance
floor. One couple found a set of stairs and began kissing . Soon, he was
standing on steps high enough so that the girl was sucking his cock. As she
sucked his cock, she removed his pants. This seemed to set off a rash of
clothes removal and soon there were 10 couples naked in the room. One woman
was sucking another woman’s pussy as she was being fucked by a man. The other
woman was being face fucked as a cock plunged in and out of her mouth. Two
women were jacking another man off, one woman perched over the head of the
man’s cock waiting for him to cum. The remaining man was finger fucking the
woman sucking the man standing on the stairs.

A couple entered the theater and seated themselves in the couch in front of
Peter, Janis and Garolynn. She had on a very short skirt and a tube top.
They watched the movie and as men began cumming on various parts of women’s
bodies on the screen, the woman in front of Garolynn leaned over and said
something to the man who had been seated on the couch when the couple arrived.
She then leaned forward and unzipped the man’s pants and began to suck on his
cock. Garolynn began squirming. “This woman is blowing this man right in
front of me,” she whispered to Peter. The man slid her tube top down and
began playing with her tits. The man that had come in with her got off the
couch behind her and began to fuck her. “Christ, this is better than the
movie,” Garolynn giggled. Janis, Peter and Garolynn leaned forward and
watched as the three continued fucking and sucking not 5 feet away. Garolynn
felt a hand sliding her dress up her leg and a finger found her clit. She
whimpered quietly as she continued to watch the lady in front of her suck the
dick of the man sprawled across the couch. She could see the cock of the man
who entered with the woman plunging in and out or her cunt. The woman’s tits
were not as big as hers but as they hung there being pulled, massaged and
played with, they took on a larger size than they probably were. The man
being blown stiffened as he began cumming in the woman’s mouth. “NNNnnngggggg
– uh,” they heard the man grunt. The woman kept sucking on the cock as the
man at her rear increased his thrusts. Soon, a small grunt could be heard
from him as he shot his load up her cunt. The man sat back on the couch. The
woman pulled down her skirt and sat back on the couch. She turned and smiled
…End of the part8. To be continued..

“Oh God, I’m hot,” whispered Janis. “How can she suck a cock that came out of
somebody’s ass like that?” “Did that turn you on?” Peter whispered as his
hand began to massage Janis’s clit again. “Oh yeah, Peter be careful,” Janis
responded. “You could get me over the hill without even trying – and you know
what THAT means.” Garolynn began massaging Peter’s cock again while he was
playing with her tits. She had great tits, large but not saggy and nipples
that got hard as rocks. While Peter had not seen them yet, he could imagine
sucking those nipples to hardness.

The next scene was two women with one guy. Both women had big tits and both
appeared to love sex, any kind of sex. The scene opened with the bigger woman
eating the smaller woman’s pussy. She was sucking on the clit and the smaller
woman, with dark hair, was a quickly on the verge of cumming. A man entered
the room, obviously the husband of the dark haired woman. He quickly stripped
and moved to a position where the dark haired woman could suck his cock. This
man had a big cock, about 12″ long and big around. As it grew during the
sucking process, Janis whispered, “My God, can she take all that?” It didn’t
seem a problem for the dark haired woman. Several thrusts of his cock in her
mouth had his balls banging on her chin. She was in an orgasmic state with
him fucking her mouth and the blonde woman sucking on her clit. The blonde
woman had inserted 4 fingers into the dark haired woman’s cunt and was pumping
her wildly. As the scene changed, both women began sucking on this man’s
tool. First one then the other deepthroated him and then began to suck, one
on each side, as they played with his balls. The blonde woman bent over on
the bed and the man kneeled behind her as the dark haired woman guided his
cock into her pussy. He began thrusting and the dark haired woman began
playing with his balls and kissing his chest. Several times the man removed
his cock and the dark haired woman would deepthroat it. This drew quick
breaths from Garolynn and he could feel Janis shudder as he continued to play
with her clit. The man said, “Now I am going to fuck your ass, but first lick
it to lube it up.” The dark haired woman deepthroated him and then began to
lick the blonde woman’s asshole. When is was wet, she deepthroated that cock
one more time and eased it up to the woman’s anus. He slowly inserted it as
the darkhaired woman bent over and applied spit to his tool, massaging his
balls with her hand. When he was fully in the blonde woman, he began
thrusting as the darkhaired woman continued to play with his balls and kiss
him. He pulled out of the blonde woman’s ass a couple of times and the dark
haired woman would deepthroat him again. Peter switched from playing with
Janis’s clit to Garolynn’s during this action and Garolynn began to softly
breath faster. Finally, the man would switch from ass to pussy to ass several
different times and you could see that he was ready to cum. He pulled it out
of the blonde’s ass the last time and both girls began sucking on his cock as
he came in big spurts. There was jism in each girls hair, on their faces and
they kissed and exchanged jism with their tongues as he finished cumming. He
bent over backwards and the blonde began sucking on the softening cock while
the dark haired woman began to lick his balls and tongued his asshole.

“We gotta get out of here,” whispered Garolynn. “I’m getting so horny.” She
spread her legs a little further letting Peter have better access to her clit.
She was so wet, he hand was fairly sliding up and down her cunt. Janis was
feeling left out and moved over to begin playing with Peter’s cock. With both
ladies’ hands on his cock, Peter was beginning to wonder if he could prevent
himself from cumming a second time.

The third scene was three women making love. There were dildoes, fingers and
tongues in pussies, assholes and mouths. The two ladies could not believe
their eyes for neither of them had envisioned making love to another woman.
“Well, lets try that when we get home,” Peter suggested. The two girls
giggled and Peter took that as a yes!

The last scene was the “orgy” scene. Cocks going in and out of assholes,
mouths; jism flying through the air and faces covered with cum. Both girls
were wiggling in their seats by now and Peter had come close to cumming about
three different times. He had to tell Janis to slow down twice and had gotten
three fingers in Garolynn’s pussy before she made him quit.

It was time to go and they all three buttoned up their pants and straightened
themselves up before looking around and getting up. They fairly raced to the
parked car. “Lets get home, NOW!” screamed Garolynn. As they arrived at the
hotel, Garolynn was giving Peter a blow job and Peter was rubbing Janis’s
pussy through her levis while playing with Garolynn’s tits. “God, if people
could see us now!” said Peter. Garolynn sat up, wiped her face and Peter
tucked his cock in his pants. Janis pulled up to the parking place and they
all jumped out of the car and raced to Garolynn’s room. Upon entering the
room, clothes were flying everywhere. Janis leaped at Peter’s mouth and they
began a deep, tongue probing kiss. Garolynn began massaging Peter’s cock and
as it came to life, she began to suck on it. None of the lights had been
dimmed and as Janis and Peter broke their kiss, Janis began watching Garolynn
suck on Peter’s swollen member. She had never actually seen a woman give a
man a blow job, nor anything else for that matter. “Come join me,” Garolynn
said with an inviting grin. Janis was a little taken back but as Peter
offered her his cock, she quickly took it into her mouth. She could taste
Garolynn’s saliva and she began to suck and play with Peter’s balls. Peter
was thrusting in and out of her mouth, going deeper and deeper down her
throat. Peter pulled his member from her mouth and Garolynn began sucking on
…End of the part4. To be continued..

I hung up the robe, looked at myself in the full length mirror, noticed

appreciative the lack of elastic marks from panties or a bra, and went down to be

near the door when he drove up. I was almost in the living room when the door

bell rang.

I should probably say a little more about J before I go much farther. I’ve known

J probably a couple of years now. Not well, mind you, but I’ve known him. He’s

been part of The Chief’ card game group for the whole time. I only play cards

with them every couple of months, and then J was only a face in the crowd most of

the time. His face was well worth looking at, and I’d flirted with him on more

than one occasion. The other thing that I noticed about J was that he was always

… a nice guy. He was pleasant and seemed to go out of his way to make people

comfortable around him. So, all that in mind, I felt reasonably safe with J. I

had no bad vibes at all, and he was familiar enough to put me at ease. He was

sexy enough to make me take notice, and intelligent enough to keep me on my toes.

Anyway, I’m just stepping into the living room dressed as he requested (that it

not dressed at all) when the door bell rings. Well, two things went through me

like a shot. This solid strong pang of apprehension (WHAT THE HELL HAVE I GOTTEN

MYSELF INTO) and this sudden realization that I’m really horny, roughly as horny

as if I’d been laying on my back and the Chief had run his hand over my pussy. I

walk up to the door and peek out. It’s J, which is at least better than

answering the door like this to the Fuller brush man. J comes in and gives me an

appreciative once over. He gestures for me to turn around which I do. He goes

over to the couch and sits down. “I wasn’t sure you’d really do it until you

opened the door. I would have understood if you hadn’t.” I’m sure I’m blushing,

but there’s no mirror handy to check. J gestures for me to come here. “You’re

serious about this?” he asks. I nod in agreement. J reaches into his coat pocket

and with his other hand signals me to kneel down in front of him. “Then let’s do

this right,” he says and then his hands are on my neck for a few seconds. I’m

not sure what I expected him to grab, but my neck wasn’t it. I feel something go

around my neck and he removes his hands. “Go look in a mirror. Let me know how

you like it.” I stand and go into the bathroom and look in the mirror. Attached

around my neck is a red leather dog collar with a metal strip on it that has my

name etched into it.

pt. 6. J gestures for me to come over and kneel at his feet again. “Did the

collar excite you?” He’s looking directly into my eyes as he says this. I can’t

maintain eye contact. I looked down which shows me I’m naked, which didn’t help

my state of mind. I nodded my head. “You’re excited by the whole idea, aren’t

you?” Still looking down, I nodded again. “Then you should probably take my

coat.” J says. I took his coat and hung it on the pegs by the front door. When

I got back to J he is clearly checking me out. He told me to undress him then.

As I was unbuttoning his shirt, he told me that whenever I was not doing

something specific I was to be at his feet, kneeling, and this last part he was

very specific about, with my knees wide apart so that he had free access. For me

to enjoy it, he told me, I should try to think of myself, of my body as his

property. Imagine that I was a slave who could be whipped for showing any

reluctance to please or any disrespect. Ok, Ok, so he got me hot just from what

he was saying. The fact that I was taking off his clothes helped that along too.

…End of the part5. To be continued..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I lose.

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

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

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

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

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…End of the part7. To be continued..

And now, fired by passion, she takes
your penis deep into her mouth,
pulling upon it and sucking as vigorously
as though she were stripping clean a mango-stone:
this is “Amrachushita” (Sucking a Mango).

When she senses that your orgasm
is imminent she swallows up the whole penis,
sucking and working upon it
with lips and tongue until you spend:
this is “Sangara” (Swallowed Whole).

Oral Pleasures — Cunnilingus Techniques:
—————————————-

With delicate fingertips,
pinch the arched lips of her house of love
very very slowly together,
and kiss them as though you kissed her lower lip:
this is “Adhara-sphuritam” (the Quivering Kiss).

Now spread, indeed cleave asunder,
that archway with your nose and let your tongue
gently probe her “yoni” (vagina),
with your nose, lips and chin slowly circling:
it becomes “Jihva-bhramanaka” (the Circling Tongue).

Let your tongue rest for a moment
in the archway to the flower-bowed Lord’s temple
before entering to worship vigorously,
causing her seed to flow:
this is “Jihva-mardita” (the Tongue Massage).

Next, fasten your lips to hers
and take deep kisses
>from this lovely one, your beloved,
nibbling at her and sucking hard at her clitoris:
this is called “Chushita” (Sucked).

Cup, lift her young buttocks,
let your tongue-tip probe her navel, slither down
to rotate skilfully in the archway
of the love-god’s dwelling and lap her love-water:
this is “Uchchushita” (Sucked Up).

Stirring the root of her thighs,
which her own hands
are gripping and holding widely apart,
your fluted tongue drinks at her sacred spring:
this is “Kshobhaka” (Stirring).

Place your darling on a couch,
set her feet to your shoulders, clasp her waist,
suck hard and let your tongue stir
her overflowing love-temple:
this is called “Bahuchushita” (Sucked Hard).

If the pair of you lie side by side,
facing opposite ways,
and kiss each other’s secret parts
using the fifteen techniques described above,
it is known as “Kakila” (the Crow).

Role Reversal:
————-

During lovemaking, ten types of blows
may be struck with the penis,
but of these only “Upasripta” (Natural),
which is instinctive even to untutored cowherds,
results in full clitoral stimulation.

It is a gentle forward stroke
which may be varied for depth and speed,
allowing a subtlety, rhythm
and spontaneity which
the other nine each lack to some degree.

If you grasp your penis and move it
in circles inside her yoni,
it is “Manthana” (Churning).
When you strike sharply down into the yoni,
it is “Hula” (the Double-edged Knife).
…End of the part6. To be continued..

If, with left leg extended,
she encircles your waist with her right leg,
laying its ankle across her left thigh,
and you do the same,
it is “Svastika” (The Swastika)*.

*An ancient good-luck talisman based on the symbolism of a
cross whirling sun-wise. The Nazis used it the wrong way
round, whirling widdershins, and the Indian pundits
always said this was sacrilegious and would doom them.

Sitting face to face in bed,
her breasts pressed tight against your chest,
let each of you lock heels
behind the other’s waist,
and lean back clasping one another’s wrists.

Now, set the swing gently in motion,
your beloved, in pretended fear,
clinging to your body with her flawless limbs,
cooing and moaning with pleasure:
this is “Dolita” (The Swing).

If, seated face to face,
your toes caress the lovely woman’s nipples,
her feet press your chest
and you make love holding each other’s hands
it is “Kaurma” (The Tortoise).

Seated, the lady raises
one foot to point vertically over her head
and steadies it with her hands,
offering up her “yoni” for lovemaking:
this is “Mayura” (the Peacock).

If, sitting facing her,
you grasp her ankles and fasten them like a chain
behind your neck, and she
grips her toes as you make love,
it is the delightful “Padma” (the Lotus).

Sitting erect, grip your lover’s waist
and pull her on to you,
your loins continuously leaping together
with a sound like the flapping of elephants’ ears:
this is “Kirtibandha” (the Knot of Fame).

Kneeling between her thighs,
tickle her breasts and under her arms,
call her ‘my lovely darling’
and print deep nailmarks around her nipples:
thus “Jaya” (Victory) is expounded.

Rear-Entry Positions:
——————–

She bends well forward and grips
the bedstead, her buttocks raised high;
cup your hands to serpents’ hoods
and squeeze her jar-shaped (sic) breasts together:
this is “Dhenuka” (the Milch Cow).

If you mount her like a dog,
gripping her waist,
and she twists round to gaze into your face,
experts in the art of love say
it is “Svanaka” (the Dog).

If the lady, eager for love,
goes on all fours, humping her back like a doe,
and you enjoy her from behind,
rutting as though you’d lost all human nature,
it is “Hirana” (the Deer).

When, with lotus-feet
set well-apart on the ground, she bends,
placing a hand upon each thigh,
and you take her from the rear,
it is “Gardabha” (the Ass).

…End of the part3. 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..

your skin is so beautiful
soft like a cloud
silky smooth
oh..the anticipation…

will you let my tongue
taste you
will you let me dip my finger
to explore your soul

my travels continue
i map your body with my senses
the wetness of my tongue
circles your taught hard nipples
oh the joy of those breasts in my mouth

our breath quickens
the air is electric
you are all that i see
this moment of time
embeds itself inside of me

you open your legs to me
and grabbing my hair,
you beg for me to please you
i grin devilishly at the thought

my tongue bends to your will
the fire inside of you
explodes in my mouth
this newness i never dreamed existed
is so real and so potent

i flicker your lips with my tongue
i nibble your folds
and watch you squirm
my tongue reaches inside
and heaven awaits me

you thrust yourself against me
urging me, wanting me
challenging me
i accept with a low moan
as my tongue explores ever deeper

you make me so wet
you make me want to eat you up
to make you scream with pleasure
and purr like a pussy cat

my tongue ignites your senses
and together we edge closer to the brink
let me touch those lovely breasts again
let me fuck you and fuck you and fuck you
torture you with this intense joy

i slip my finger into your pussy
feel the honey all around me
slip another inside the door
and begin to strike the rhythm

the primal beat goes on forever
the drums crash into the air
i watch you thrash your head from side to side
your own hands rubbing your body
and your mouth open, inviting

i plunge deeper and faster
harder and quicker
matching your moans
my mouth covers your nipples
sucking and licking

the final thrust hears you yell
OH GOD OH GOD
intense rippling heat
cascading through your body
your back arching to the ceiling

and then
the quiet
yes the quiet
savour the moment
revel in the warmth
but please lean over my way
and purrrrr deep in my ear
OH YES, purrr purrrr my pussy cat
for soon we will be hungry once again….
—
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“Excuse me if I have some place in my mind I go time to time”
– Tom Petty
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again stiffening to a rock-like hardness in her softly sucking

mouth. She hummed softly on it, sending shivers of sensation

through me. Her tongue worked over and around it and she began

to pump it slowly in and out of her sucking lips. It felt so

hot and slippery that in no time I was flying high again.

She steadily increased her pace, plunging down on my

burgeoning cock and then sucking gently as she lifted her head

off of it. Her right index finger and thumb encircled the base

of it and her left hand palmed my balls gently, silently asking

for another delivery of hot cum.

I couldn’t wait to oblige, and her attentions became

more strident and demanding as she took me higher and higher

into a cloud of brilliant sex-pleasure. She began augmenting

her efforts by pumping the skin of my cock up and down in rhythm

with her sucking and at the same time squeezing the shaft

rhythmically with her thumb and finger. It was like being

fucked and sucked at the same time, and it sent me completely

off my rocker. My brain seemed to be spinning at a thousand

miles an hour, cruising along at 50,000 feet. My senses were

swamped in a continuous blast of pleasure. I grasped blindly

toward the walls, trying not to collapse as my muscles seemed

almost out of my control.

I felt the warmth of her hand cupping my balls and she

gulped “Cum, cum, cum…” with each plunge onto my prick. The

vibration of her voice was indescribably pleasurable. My

breathing was hot, hard, and spasmodic when I could be sure I

was breathing at all. Then I don’t think I breathed at all for

what seemed an eternity. My muscles were all locked rigidly, my

back arched, standing on tip toes to give her as much access to

my most sensitive spots as possible. I was drowned in

incredible sex, feeling as I never had before.

Without any warning I started cumming again, feeling

like I was spurting gallons into her hot mouth, a volcanic

eruption that started in the depths of my being and boiled

inexorably toward the surface until it burst almost explosively

from my cock. Her tongue worked overtime, lashing ferociously

around my cock as her lips and fingers milked me for all I had

left. I shook and convulsed in the stuffy closet air as I came

and came, and her slippery lips clenched pleasurably on my prick

as she swallowed it all. She hummed her appreciation as she

slowed her pace to a steady, gentle pistoning that lovingly drew

out my hottest juices.

Finally I almost collapsed over her and she steadied me

with her left hand while she gently sucked and milked the last

few slippery dribbles from my softening cock. She was truly an

artist at oral sex and I knew this was a life experience I would

never forget. It was all too obvious that she loved giving such

pleasure.

Finally she pulled my softening shaft from her lips with

a smack, gave it a few soft parting licks of her cum-coated

tongue and stood up, still helping steady me on my feet.

Gasping for breath, shuddering spasticly, I gazed in

ecstasy on her shining face, and we smiled gloriously at each

other. We silently hugged and kissed again, tasting each

other’s juices on each other’s tongues, and then began to

shakily get our clothes back together.

Before she could fasten her bra I had to lean forward

and kiss and suck her magnificent breasts once more, and she

sighed and stroked my head in appreciation as I did so.

She fastened her bra and then gently squeezed my now

hanging dong and kissed me again.

“I hope we get a chance to do this again some time.” she

said, but I think we both knew that this would probably be our

only encounter. We kissed softly and deeply, silently

expressing our thanks to each other for the wonderful experience

we had shared.

Then I pulled up my pants and put on my shirt and she

zipped up her panties and pulled on her sweater. I picked up my

tie and she listened at the door for a moment to make sure no

one was walking through the short hallway outside.

Then she grinned and winked at me, turned out the light,

and exited through the door into the brightly lit hall. I

followed quickly and shut the door behind me as she turned the

corner to enter the ladies’ room. I hurried the other direction

into the mens’ room and, thankfully finding it empty, entered a

stall and sat down to dry my crotch with some toilet paper.

Then I washed my hands, quickly put on my tie and left, feeling

flushed and sweaty but tingling all over with ecstatic echoes of

the fantastic sex I had just experienced.

A few moments later I made my way back to my office,

still shaking inside, and went back to work, still able to taste

and smell the exquisite bouquet of sex. What a wonderful

afternoon it was.

–

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..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

that walks through my door. Is that understood ?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

between the two antagonists.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

her soft body against his muscular frame.

…End of the part4. To be continued..

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.

set of black fingers tighten on the elastic at the top of her panties. She

closed her eyes again as she felt the white lace being pulled ever so slowly over

her tight butt cheeks.

Jerome leaned close and with his lips only inches from her right ear softly

asked, “Have you ever felt a black cock.. A cock from a real man ?”

The alcohol fogged mind was confused. The panties continued to be slowly pulled

from her hips. The sensitive nipples were being twisted between fingers and

thumb……

“Take my cock out Anna….” Jerome whispered.

Anna tried to reason. She could not comprehend her current plight. She felt

her hands drop to her side and then reach slightly forward. At the first contact

she could not comprehend the length of the hard pipe that her fingers tried to

encircle. “This could not be a man’s penis,” her mind tried to reason.

She stretched her fingers trying to gain the leverage to encircle the huge

menacing organ. She could not imagine that a man could have such an appendage.

Her mind flashed back to the previous night and her husband’s pitiful manhood

that emptied itself inside his pants.

Anna released the hard throbbing organ and searched for Jerome’s belt and zipper.

She pulled on the buckle of the belt and at the same moment felt her panties

drop from her knees to the carpeted floor. Frantically she pulled the belt back

and felt the prong slip from the little hole. She then found the zipper at the

instant the tip of the second black man’s finger tip pushed up into her steaming

lips. “Oh MY GODDDD,” she screamed.

She struggled with the zipper but was able at long last to pull it down. As the

metal slipped down she felt the hot flesh of Jerome’s black manhood flop against

the back of her delicate hand. Turning her hand over she seemed to weigh the ten

inch steel bar. She could not encircle the black flesh with her delicate hands.

Her mind drifted back and forth from her alcoholic stupor and tried to imagine

how massive was her Superior’s manhood.

Anna kept her eyes closed. She was afraid she would pass out if she opened them.

The one black intruding digit was joined by a second one. It sawed into her

tender flesh as she tried to escape the invasion by standing on her tip toes.

“Spread yourself for me,” ordered the seated black client.

Anna could not resist any longer. She spread her long tapered legs….the only

limitation was the white lace panties binding her ankles. The black fingers

sawed in and out of Anna’s over flowing pussy. As the fingers spread her tender

lips she grabbed the hard black cock in her hand and gripped the organ as hard as

she could. Absently she started milking the long black organ in the same rhythm

as the tormenting fingers buried deep in her hole.

…End of the part12. To be continued..

energetic in bed, but I can’t see him in a Zorro cape. That just isn’t the way

we interact. I see myself, on the other hand, as a kind of sexual Diva. When we

get out of bed, I think there should be applause and a bouquet of roses handed to

me as I bow to the audience. Sex is very enjoyable for me and I like to be

playful. The fact that the Chief is so straight makes it fun to play off of him.

Ok, so I’m taking off J’s clothes. I got his shirt off, and did his shoes and

socks, and then took off his pants and shorts. No he wasn’t packing a gun, and

yes, he was glad to see me. I was very aroused at this point. Without a word

from him, I tossed his pants onto the other end of the couch and took him in my

mouth. I guess in a way I was trying to establish some control over the

situation. I wanted J to lose it a little. I wanted to see him have difficulty

controlling himself while I made him come, right there on the couch in my living

room. What I didn’t understand at that time was how important maintaining control

was to J and how much being in control enhanced his enjoyment. After a few

minutes, just as I was getting to him, he made me stop. I didn’t want to. I

resisted. I hoped to make him come before he could get away. J is a great deal

stronger than he looks. He pulled me away and jerked me over his lap. He held

both of my hands with his left hand, looped a leg over my right leg, that was the

one on the outside, and begins to spank me. He kept it up for, maybe a minute and

a half, long enough that I was no longer in doubt about who was in charge of the

weekend. He didn’t really hurt me, but my bottom was very red and he definitely

had my attention. Thinking back on it now, it is a pretty silly sight. I’m

naked. I’m draped over his lap. My hair is flying up and over my face. My

bottom is sore. I’m horny as hell, and what’s worse, I can feel his erection

poking into my stomach. That drove me crazy. Then after he’s warmed my bottom,

he begins to rub it. He still smacks it from time to time, but now he’s feeling

up my bottom. He lets his hand drift down. Because of the way he’s got my legs

separated with his, I can’t do anything to deny him access to my sex. He starts

touching the outside of it, running his fingers through my pubic hair. He keeps

this up, spanking me, fondling my bottom, teasingly touching my pubic hair, and

then he starts being more invasive. His hand starts to slide up and down my

slit, then going back to give my bottom a couple of whacks. His finger slides

into me, and then he gives me a couple of swats. He rubs my clit and gives me a

light spanking, then his hand is back again. He keeps this up until I’m moaning

and trying to shove my bottom onto his hand. Then he starts to chide me for not

following his directions. I tried to imagine that I was being punished for being

disobedient. I liked that. He was rubbing my clit and bringing me very close

when he really began to lecture me. I came just as he told me that I was “a bad

little girl.” Yes, I’ll admit it, the whole situation had gotten much more weird

than I anticipated. I’d basically expected to have him ravish me, probably on

the floor of the living room the first time. I’d expected to, well kinda,

outlast him. I mean, if he takes me in the living room right away, and then a

few minutes later I go down on him, and he tries to take me again … Js not a 19

year old or anything. I really expected to burn him out and then just kind of be

titilated by being naked around him. I expected to be able to control the

situation by making him come several times and then to tease him to get even for

him winning the bet in the first place. So being draped over his knee, spanked

(ok, I kind of liked that part) made to come with his fingers and being held

helpless (he had very strong hands) while being told I was a bad girl was a bit

…End of the part6. To be continued..

“Well, I’m done, if you want me to leave.”

“No, actually, it’s pretty funny. I could use a good laugh after what I’ve

gone through tonight. Damn machinery. Found a bug in the chip, and I thought

it was the simulator all this time. Stinking bug in the user interface covered

it up for two days.”

“Know what you mean. Had a few of those myself. Y’know, this is kind of

fun.”

“Yeah; kind of intimate, without anyone around to tell us how silly we’re

being.”

“Are we?”

“I guess not. If either of us thought so, we’d leave.”

“Yup.”

“Say, if you were done, what were you still doing in here? Smelling the

place? Is it any different?”

“Yeah, it’s different, but I couldn’t say how. Not really better or worse,

but like walking into a bathroom in a strange house.” I avoided her direct

question.

“So you stayed longer to smell a different smell?” The teasing in her voice

had obvious intent, and I could have played along if I hadn’t been actually

doing what she was jokingly implying. I swallowed as she finished her much-

needed peeing.

“Sorry, did I hit an indelicate subject?”

“No offense, but do you want to know the truth?” Very honest here, letting

her really think about it.

She thought. She came back in the same tone. “Yes, I’d really like to, and

thank you for the offer.”

We had just made a great leap in trust, not uncommon at large meetings, but

new to me on a personal level, in spite of my four years with this high-powered

organization.

“Well, I got the batch queue filled with diagnostic runs, had nothing to do,

and made the happy mistake of checking the newsgroup for erotic stories. There

was a particularly good one tonight. I had to come in here anyway, and uh,

quite frankly, I was following business with pleasure when you came in.”

“Wow! I’m flattered! Is this part of the company culture?”

“Doing it, no. Telling you about? I hardly think there’s a corporate

policy to cover it. Did I shock you?”

“No, actually, I’m quite honored to be trusted so much.” I heard her pull

off some toilet paper, and noticed under the stall partition how a dainty foot

moved slightly as she wiped.

“I hope I didn’t upset anything.”

“As long as we’re being honest, I was just getting into it. Surprise kind of

breaks the mood, though.”

“Yeah, it does. I’m sorry. Well, I’m done here. See you at the sink?”

“It’s a date.”

We both flushed, and I got myself composed again while she quickly re-did

whatever was undone, and headed up to the sinks. I heard two water spigots

go on, and chuckled inwardly at the strage courtesy of warming up my water for

me. Cute. Nuts, and cute. Fits her meeting personality perfectly.

…End of the part4. To be continued..

and walked around to the other side of the bed, where she smiled and pulled

the covers down for me. I sat down and almost got in before she said

“Aren’t you at least going to take your shoes off?”

I *had* forgotten that little detail. I still had my jacket on, even. I

stood up and pulled off my jacket and kicked off my shoes. For a moment I

wondered how far I should go, then decided to hell with it. I pulled my

shirt off over my head, then unbuckled my pants. She was watching me, of

course, and there seemed to be a hint of excitement in her eyes. I took my

pants off and saw her eyes lock on the bulge in my shorts. I was still

somewhat erect so the bulge was pronounced, to say the least. Slowly I

pulled them down and my penis, freed from imprisonment, leaned out from the

dark fluff of my pubic hair, almost at it’s maximum size though still

pointing downward. There was an audible intake of breath from her when she

saw it.

I sat down and removed my socks and crawled under the covers. In a husky

voice she said, “That was magnificent.” as she reached over to turn the

light out. Then she snuggled against me, laying her head on my arm.

Her body was warm, almost burning, and the feel of her bare skin next to

mine and the excitement of knowing there were absolutely no layers of

clothing between us soon had me excited again. My heart wouldn’t stop

pounding and my cock stood ramrod stiff and twitching. She moved her arm up

and placed her hand on my chest. “Anybody ever tell you how attractive you

are?”

Actually, nobody had, and I said as much and I placed my free hand on

her side and moved it from shoulder to hip in a long, slow caress, back and

forth. After a moment her breathing changed pitch and became quicker,

deeper.

Her hand caressed my chest in a similar manner and she nuzzled my neck

softly. This time there was none of the hurried frenzy of earlier. Things

were progressing smoothly and more naturally, without a word from either

one of us. I became a little more adventuresome with my explorations, and

moved my hand to cup one soft breast. I moved my hand under it, feeling

it’s weight, and my thumb found her nipple, finally bare and fully erect. I

rubbed my thumb across it and a short, breathy moan escaped her lips as she

arched her back.

Her hand moved down, raising to trail her fingers through my pubic hair

before resting lightly on my cock, sending little twinges and flashes of

pleasure through my pelvis. I raised my hips in response and she grabbed my

cock almost tight enough to hurt. Almost, but not quite. Instead it felt

wonderful.

I was now massaging her whole breast and her breath came in ragged moans

and she whole body writhed in slow, sinuous motion. I moved my face down

and extended my tongue, slowly circling it around her nipple. Then I took

it in my mouth, as much as I could, and sucked it in and out rapidly

between my teeth, and her writhing became more violent, almost pulling away

from me. My free hand, meanwhile, moved around to her back, traveling up

and down exploring freely from her neck to her ass, which I grabbed hard

when I reached it.

Her mouth covered mine and our tongues intertwined frantically. Her arms

…End of the part7. To be continued..

anyway. I used to have a girlfriend who told me I was the only guy who was

capable of making her come almost every time. The only reason for that was

because I the only guy who really tried.”

I was massaging her shoulders while I said this. I looked down and saw that

she was breathing deeply and heavily, her eyes closed. My heart rate jumped

back up when I realized what was happening. I felt my prick swelling up inside

my jeans like a balloon. Slowly I moved my hands out along her shoulders while

I continued to talk in a husky voice. “You see, my favorite part of making love

is to explore the woman’s body.” My hands moved up and down her arms. Her

breathing grew more labored and she tilted her head up a bit, eyes still

closed. I leaned down and whispered close to her ear, “Every inch, from head to

toe. I like to touch, and be touched. I like to lick and nibble until until she

can’t take any more. And then…” I ran my hands up her sides and slowly,

gently slipped them around under her breasts. He breathing turned to gasps,

then moans. She arched her back as I fondled her. Even through her bra and

heavy shirt her nipples stood out like little buttons. I flicked my index

fingers across them gently and each time I did she jumped a little.

By now I was hard as a rock and her hand found its way to my crotch, rubbing

its length almost desperately. She seemed almost out of control, her breath

coming in little cries. She turned around suddenly and buried my mouth against

hers. The kiss lasted forever, it seemed, as our tongues intertwined like two

sensuous snakes.

Then the shift bell rang. Lunch was over.

We both pulled back, confused and more than a little embarassed. Neither one

of us said much as we straightened out our clothing and got ready to go back to

work.

On the way out the door though, our hands brushed briefly and a spark seemed

to jump between them. I looked up at her and saw a barely controlled fire

raging in her eyes. I knew right then that it was not nearly over yet…

The rest of the night passed quietly. I kept looking at Jenny across the

otherwise unoccupied shop but not once did I catch her looking back at me. I

didn’t have opportunity to talk to her at all, so I could do nothing but

wonder. Most likely she was trying to forget it ever happened. I was hardly a

woman’s dream come true, as past experiences had told me. Probably just as

well.

But just try telling that to the ache in my heart. Or the one between my

legs.

Finally the end-of-shift bell rang. A couple of scraggly, sorry-looking

graveyard people had drifted in to take over our machines and we could take

off. I saw Jenny head over to the phone and dial a number.

“What’s up?” I asked her.

“Calling Dianne to come pick me up. She’s got my car tonight.”

Dianne was Jenny’s roomie. I had met her briefly before, and Jenny had once

mentioned that she worked an early day shift. Even if she didn’t have to get up

early tomorrow she surely wouldn’t enjoy dragging ass out of bed at 2AM to come

down here and get Jenny. Before Jenny dialed the last digit I volunteered,

…End of the part2. To be continued..

THE END

i am afraid of swimming
i can not swim
someone is teaching me to swim
she is a very beautiful girl
we are in the water
i almost sink under the water
she wraps her arms around me to stop me from sinking
when she wraps her arms around me, we look each other in the eyes
then suddenly i have this urge to kiss her
so i do
and she kisses me back
i put my mouth over hers
our tongues entwine
then we start to sink
but we have no problems breathing under the water
i start to explore her mouth with my tongue
and her body with my hands
i ease the straps of her swim suit off her shoulders
her breasts come out
i caress her breasts in my hands
i cup them in my hands
our mouths are still lock together
i play with her breasts for a while
then i slip the swim suit further down her
until i can get my hands in to her vagina
i slip my fingers inside of her
i slowly move my fingers over her clit
she moves her hands down to my swimming trunks
she slips them down me
she holds my penis in her hands
she starts to move her hands up and down it
slow at first
then faster and faster
then she suddenly takes me and puts me inside of her
i begin to thrust
slowly at first
then faster
and faster
she has an orgasm
and i still thrust faster and faster till i come
then we slowly start to float to the surface of the water
and finally we each take a huge breath

THE END

we are out skiing
separately
i do not know you
you do not know me
we are skiing and bump into each other
we are sort of under a overhang
there is an avalanche
we get buried in snow together
but because of the over hang there is a pocket of air
and we do not perish
it is freezing cold
we have no way of getting warm
so i suggest we hug each other to conserve body heat
and to get warmer
you do not want to do it at first
you do not know me
you are afraid of me
but the longer you wait the colder you get
till eventually you agree to hug me
i gentlely put my arms around you
you begin to feel warmer
you decide you like my touch
you like being in my arms
our faces are close together
we are breathing into each other’s faces
i move my mouth closer to yours
then i touch my lips to your
you try to resist at first
but you like it
you relax
you let me kiss you
my tongue darts between your lips
you grab hold of my tongue with your mouth
and you pull it deep inside of your mouth
my tongue explores your mouth
then your tongue forces its way into my mouth
your tongue explores my mouth
i reach between us and unzip your ski jacket
you protest
but you can only make tiny little sounds
because i have your tongue in my mouth
my hands reach below your sweater
you are not wearing a bra
i feel the warmth in your breast
i rest my hands against them
you unzip my ski jacket
you reach under my sweater
you move your hands across my chest
…End of the part6. To be continued..

Under the soft light, without the blare of music and flashing flights of
the stage, she was even more beautiful. Her skin was tanned golden, smooth and
unmarked but for thin strips of pale skin around her hips and upper back, which
I knew extended around her small breasts. Her hair was a maize color, darker
and richer than the typical blonde, and her face, which I could see in profile,
was sorority-girl cute, with the button nose and pouty lower lip. She looked
much less wanton in repose than at the club, with her eyes closed and lips
curled in a small smile. She wasn’t a goddess, but she was very beautiful, more
than I had thought. It could have been the head trip I was experiencing, I
don’t know. I didn’t care.

I shook myself out of the reverie and began to slowly and softly massage
her back and shoulders, occasionally working my way down the jut of of her
cute butt and down her legs. Periodic sighs and squirmings told me I was doing
things right. It was wonderful, the simple tactile pleasure of running my hands
over her skin, which was very warm, softly smooth, yet with the resiliency of
good muscle tone and athleticism.

I worked at it for a while until she was very relaxed, but I didn’t want
her to fall asleep on me. Time to try something else.

“You like this, baby?” I asked her gently. She murmured an assent. “Good.
Now just relax for a sec. I have to get something.” I slipped off the bed
and hopped barefoot into her kitchen, where I snagged an ice cube (one of the
long, thin kind) or three from her freezer, and stuck them in a glass in the
drying rack by the sink.

Yes, I know, ice cubes are a little cliche these days, but I like a good
cliche now and then. All the time if its a really good one. I dashed back to
my reposing dancer.

“Mmmm, you’re back,” she murmured drowsily, feeling my weight settle onto
the bed. “Now what?”

“Roll over, but keep your eyes closed. We’ve more yet to do.” I helped
her shift onto her back, and she settled down with another one of those cute
wiggles I liked. And she kept her eyes closed, arms folded almost demurely at
her belly button. It was a great view, her small breasts barely flattening
back against her ribcage. I wondered where to start, and kissed her gently,
with just a little tongue, while I did so.

It had to be the tits. Grasping the ice cube (ice banana, really) I
pressed it firmly into the pinkish nipple. Julie gasped, and the nipple ins-
tantly popped erect. Its twin on her left breast followed suit. But otherwise
she remained still, except for a slight arch of her back and some shivers. I
ran the ice all over her right breast, getting it covered with a sheen of
liquid, while she drew her breath in sudden gasps. Shifting to place myself
between her legs, which she obligingly spread and then raised her knees, I
slipped off my underwear and lay down over her lower body, pressing my lower
chest into her sparse, trimmed pussy hair, and took as much of her left breast
into my mouth as I could, sucking gently and running my tongue over the
nipple. It’s spongy firmness was wonderful. She sighed and placed her hands
on my head, running her fingers through my hair, her nails on my scalp.

I switched to the other tit, and this time stuck the remaining ice in my
mouth. The hot/cold dichotomy really got to her, and she muttered, “Oh God,
that’s good–Jesus!!”

That last came when I suddenly increased the force of my sucking tremend-
ously, as though I were trying to inhale her tit. I kept it up for a bit while
she writhed about on the bed, making small sounds of pleasure, and rubbing her
legs along my sides. The skin was very smooth.

Leaving behind the reddened, slightly swollen breast, I moved down her
body, licking and sucking at bits of her taut skin. I poked her belly button
and she jerked, then sighed. “You’re making me crazy…” Well, that WAS the
point…

I detoured around her pussy, coming close but not doing anything more than
breath lightly on it, feeling her tense up whenever I’d move closer for a mo-
ment. I kissed and licked my way up her perfumed legs from her knees, linger-
ing a long time at her inner thighs. Right at the juncture of her leg and hip
she kept a small heart-shaped tan mark. She jokingly called it her “heart-on.”
Silly, but I found it cute on her. I spent a good five minutes suckling on
that small area, while running my hands along her torso.

She kept trying to rub her moist seam up against my arm, but I only allowed
the most glancing of touches. Finally, she groaned, “Oh, please stop teasing
me! I need it!”

I moved up and kissed her again. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want–need you to do me. Lick me.”

“Lick you where?” This shyness of hers was pretty odd, but kind of a
turn-on anyway. “TELL me what you want.”

She swallowed hard and looked me in the eye. “I want you to lick my pussy
and suck my clit. I want you to lick me until I come. Please.”

I smiled, the words sending a thrill through my semi-hard cock. I leaned
down and kissed her again, harder. She sighed into the kiss, her tongue thrust-
ing into my mouth, her hands roaming over my body, stroking my dick, which I
…End of the part2. To be continued..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Care to elaborate on that?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“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..

All thoughts of where I was passed from my mind, as I wanted only to
satisfy the craving for sexual fulfillment my body needed. I let one hand drop
from my breast. It slowly passed down my abdomen towards my pelvis. Softly, I
caressed the area of my navel. Making small circles around it before I gave
into desire and slipped it under the elastic waistband of my shorts. I felt the
top edge of my panties, and gently twirled the fine hairs of my pubic mound
which extended above the lace of my panties. I reached further to feel the soft
folds of labia against the silk fabric of my panties. The fine lace of my
panties were soaked with the moisture my vagina was producing. From the outside
of my panties, I gently teased my soaking vaginal lips. They were wet and
sensitive as I ran my fingers over the silken material. My body yearned to be
caressed. Through the wetness of my panties, I continued the gentle massaging
of my labial lips. I yearned to slide my fingers into the depths of my vagina,
but was prevented from doing so by the fine silk of my panties.

I was oblivious to my surroundings. The only sounds I heard were my
own breathing and the crackling of the fire. I was giving into to my pleasure
now. I began to softly moan as the intensity of sensations spread from my
vagina upward into my abdomen. Consumed by the pleasure, I pushed aside the
crotch of my panties and slid my fingers over the folds of my labia. My labial
lips were very wet as I massaged the recesses of my vagina. With my fingers I
formed rhythmic circles around my clitoris. I pressed upon my throbbing
clitoris, pushing and pulling it along my labial lips. The intensity of the
sensations created by the rolling pressure as I slid my fingers along my
clitoris caused a tingling which spread throughout my body.

My other hand continued to caress my breast and nipple, gently
massaging and kneading the tip passionately. I began a gently rhythmic rocking
of my hips against the fingers which teased my clitoris and vagina. I slid my
fingers along the labia of my vagina, extending & forcing them deeply into the
folds of my vagina, and slowly withdrawing them back towards the recesses of my
clitoris. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the waves of pleasure that was
passing from my pelvis towards my abdomen. I began gasping for each breath. My
soft moans were now loud cries of pleasure.

Opening my eyes, and through the haze of my passion I saw him. He was
standing in front of the fire, looking down at me. He smiled as he saw my eyes
look upon him. My orgasm was fast approaching now. He continued to watch me.
I was beyond control, and I could not stop. The burning desire between my
thighs was all my mind could think about. As he watched, I continued to massage
my clitoris and vagina, as my other hand gently stroked and manipulated my
swollen nipples.

But how can I do this? Here I was, bring myself to the heights of
sexual ecstacy before him. I have never masturbated in front of anyone before.
Yet his standing over me seemed to heighten the waves of pleasure that were
building within me. My eyes became glassy, as I fought to hold back the tears.
Tears, I knew I could not contain. I wanted to stop, to not let him see me as I
so intimately caressed myself. But I could not stop, the warm tears rolling
down my checks only heightened my sexual urges.

The fire within my body could not be contained. The aching in my
groin screamed for more. With my index finger I probed deeper into my vagina,
while my other fingers maintained their pressure upon my clitoris and labial
lips. With my other hand, I continued to gently squeeze and knead my nipple.
Through my eyes, I pleading with him to come to me, to hold me and caress me,
help satisfy the burning in my groin and abdomen.

He smiled, and slowly moved towards me. I knew that if he only
touched me I would explode in orgasm. I was moaning loudly now, giving in
totally to the waves of orgasm that were about to overtake my body. He knelt
over me, his arms out stretched. With all my being I wanted him now, at this
moment, just at the onset of my climax. I wanted his hands to take the place of
my own and bring me to climax. I wanted to feel his fingers massage my labia,
to probe the depths of my vagina. I wanted his lips upon my breasts. His
tongue to lick my nipples.

As he approached me, I closed my eyes in anticipation of his taking
me totally. I eagerly awaited the explosion of climax. Just as my body was
reaching its height of orgasm, he reached for me and pulled my hands from my
pants and away from my breasts. He held my arms out, away from my body so I
could not touch myself. I was suddenly deprived of all stimulation. The
heightened explosion of climax was interrupted, halted. I screamed out. My
body trembled. It felt as though all that there was to life came to a halt.
Every nerve, every muscle ached. I crossed my legs tightly, desperately trying
to apply pressure upon my throbbing clitoris. I could feel myself shaking,
trembling, as he held my arms away from my body. The burning that only a short
time before was the heights of ecstasy, was now throbs of pain. My breasts and
vagina ached with desire as I have never felt such unfulfillable yearnings. I
shook violently as my body yearned for climax. A climax now removed. I cried
out pleading with him to release me, to allow me to continue the stimulation my
body so desperately needed. I begged him to allow me to continue to stimulate
myself. He only smiled, and continued to keep me from caressing myself. After
what seemed like forever, he released my arms.

I laid there, gasping, my arms at my sides, looking at the ceiling,
feeling the warm glow of the fire. My breathing was slowly returning to
normal. I looked at him. Nothing needed to be said. He knew what he did, and
the sexual pleasure it caused him was evident upon his face. He sat before me,
and for the first time since he returned to the room, I noticed he was only
wearing a bathrobe. Looking down, I saw his manhood, firm and erect.
Knowingly, he nodded and I slowly reached out to him. I took his large, erect
penis in my hands, and slowly stroked it. I ran my fingers along the length of
it, pausing momentarily at the tip before passing back down the shaft. I looked
up at him, a tear passing from the corner of my eye, as I recalled the passion
and embarrassment of the past moments, when I had brought myself to near orgasm
before him. He smiled again, and I slow brought my head towards his groin. All
thoughts of my own orgasm had passed as I took his penis into my mouth. I now
realized that in his depriving me of climax, he created in me an even greater
desire to give him fulfillment. And as I slid my mouth down the length of his
penis and slowly passed my tongue over the tip and down the shaft, I knew that
whatever else this night brings, he will reach ecstasy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Abruptly, you pull away. I try to pull you back to me, but you
have turned around, presenting your sweet, firm ass to me. I
stroke your buttocks, and as I spread your legs to suck on your
clit once more, I feel your hot mouth on my cock. There is an
urgency now which has not been present before, as though our time
together were nearly expired. Your mouth is busy at my cock,
sucking, licking, nipping. I suck and lick your clit, putting
three and four fingers deeply into your hot cunt. I lick your
sweet ass, then insert a finger.

I hear you gasp in response.

You withdraw from me once more, and turn around, lowering
yourself onto my cock, burying it to the base. Your knees are
drawn up close to your shoulders and your eyes roll back, showing
the whites. You rock back and forth, impaled on my throbbing
cock. I grasp at your breasts, now slippery with sweat, then
spread the cheeks of your ass with both hands. As I continue
thrusting, I gather some of the juice coming from your wide cunt
and spread it on the middle finger of my right hand. I thrust
that slippery finger deep into your ass.

You are wailing and screaming now, gyrating and bucking wildly,
impaled on my throbbing member, as you approach orgasm. I marvel
that I have been able to last so long, but I, too, feel the
inevitability of my own climax.

Locked together, we writhe on the matted grass, slick with sweat
and with the profuse juice from your cunt. We are breathing as
one now, gasping for breath; you begin to give out short cries,
rising in pitch as your body reaches orgasm. All sensation in my
body seems to be focused on my cock, throbbing with a life of its
own.

Then, with an explosion we can nearly hear, we come.

I feel the hot semen spurt from my cock, filling the cavern of
your cunt. The mixture of our own juices spills out onto our
bellies, mixing with our sweat and making us slippery.

You pull away and spin your body around, presenting your dripping
cunt to me. I feel your lips on my cock again, and I press my
face into your cunt, licking the mixed juices. I feel your mouth
and tongue on my cock, sucking it clean. Soon we lie side by
side on our backs, head to foot, exhausted. Your hand plays idly
with my now limp cock, my fingers dabble in the juices of your
cunt. Our breathing returns to normal.

Sadly, reality seems to be returning.

“How do I reach you?” I ask, feeling a sense of impending loss.

“I’ll call you,” you reply, unsuccessfully attempting your
earlier pixie smile. You sit up and reach for your shirt and
cutoffs. We dress together, silently. The sun is lower in the
sky, and there is already the hint of a chill in the air. I take
your hand as we walk back to the car, but your hand is slack and
cool in mine. I open your door and you slide in.

I get in, start the engine and drive slowly away, willing the day
not to end, somehow knowing that I will never be the same. You
sit silently against the passenger door, staring through the
windshield.

“You never told me where you wanted to go,” I offer, my voice
sounding hollow in my ears.

“It really doesn’t matter,” you reply. “I’ll tell you where to
let me off.”

We come into town and you gesture absently at the bus depot.

“This will be fine.” I start to protest, but you put your
fingers to my lips, giving me the smile I first saw in you, so
long ago. “I’ll see you again. I promise.”

And you are gone. I curse myself for not getting your last name,
your telephone number, your address. I don’t know anything about
you, just the secret places of your body where I was able to
bring you pleasure. Sometimes I drive back to that field where
we made love and imagine that you are back here with me.

I can still see where the grass was matted down by our bodies,
although it is beginning to spring up again.

I can hear your laughter as you skip through the long grass.

I can hear your moans and cries as your pleasure reaches its
peak.

Who are you, Lisa? Do you exist only in my memory, having no
life outside my fantasy? Or are you real? You have taught me
the secret places of your body, where in giving you pleasure I
receive tenfold, a hundredfold. You have taught me true
intimacy, not just performance; and I haven’t had a chance to
thank you.

Standing at the edge of the field, feeling the sun pale on my
back, I sense that I am not alone. Slowly I turn and you are
there, standing beside me. I catch my breath; it is as though
you have never left. You are wearing the same thin yellow t-
shirt and cutoffs, and the same smile.

I can think of nothing to say.

“It’s okay,” you say. “You don’t need to say anything. I’ll
stick around for a while this time.”

You take both my hands in yours, looking deeply into my face.
Then the smile is back and you pull me to the car.

As we drive off together, I look at you sitting there, your legs
crossed, the cheeks of your ass peeking out from under your
cutoffs. You catch me staring at you and grin back.

You slide over close to me and pull my free arm around your
shoulders. My fingers brush your breast and you murmur
approvingly.

“Yes,” you say happily, “I’m definitely going to stick around
for a while.”