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..

brushed my hair. I sat down. I didn’t want him to see this. I agreed, but I was

looking for a way out of it. I sat down, leaned against the big chair and pulled

a pillow behind me. I showed him. It was very weird. He was paying so much

attention to me that it became flattering. I was very shy at first, but he

gently encouraged me and he was right, I didn’t want him to leave. It seemed

stupid to have had rather intimate sex with him, but draw the line at this. I was

close to coming when the doorbell rang. I stopped dead, as if they’d know I was

doing this if I kept it up. J took a $20 from his wallet and handed it to me.

“That’s the Pizza delivery man. Tell him to keep the change.” I stood up and

reached for my robe. “No. Like that.” J said, “You can hide behind the door, at

first, but open it all the way and let him see you when you pay him and take the

pizza.”

I realized later that J was a master of contradictions. I flirt, therefore he

puts me into situations where I’m afraid to flirt. He gets me horny and then

changes what’s happening so I can’t do anything about it. I like to make people

notice me and he makes me the center of attention so I can’t do anything to be

noticed more. I like to lead men on and he takes control. He is the master, but

he’ll only stay until I tell him to go. J is a head trip, a royal head trip.

He’s also kind of cute, not just physically, but in how he manipulates me to do

more than I want or than I dare. Look at what he did to me. He insists that I

masturbate for him. He watches me the whole time, but keeps me off balance when

get near coming so that I’m incredibly horny and he won’t quite let me come.

When I’m sure he’ll let me come in a second or two, the doorbell rings and he

tells me that I’m supposed to flash the pizza dude. I might go to the door in a

nightie, or even in my leotards, but this is just more than I’m normally

comfortable with. Yes, it excited me. Sooooo, I took the $20 and went to the

door. I could feel J’s eyes on my back (ok, maybe lower). I smelled of sex at

this point. I wondered if the pizza man would be able to tell (or just guess).

I opened the door and looked around it, not exposing anything except for my head.

The delivery man was about 19, tall and well built. He said something like

“Pizza delivery.” I can’t remember what exactly. Inwardly I took the equivalent

of a deep breath and reached out for it as I stepped around the door, handing him

the twenty at the same time. He looked as if he’d frozen. Mechanically he took

the bill, giving me the pizza. I swear I couldn’t help myself. “It’s been so

warm lately, hasn’t it? Oh, just keep the change.” I slid back in and closed

the door behind me. J was there. He took the pizza and set it on the table. He

had his tongue in my mouth while his hand took possession of my sex. He forced

me up against the door and kissed and fondled me to an orgasm while I stood

there, pressed against the cold wood. J then took the pizza into the other room

and we ate it along with about 2/3 of a bottle of wine, both still naked. Well I

wasn’t naked. I still had my collar. During dinner J would gently touch me in

all sorts of ways. His hands would slide over my thighs, his leg would rub along

side of mine, a lot of things like that. I certainly didn’t calm down much.

After dinner he took me back to the living room where he sat on the couch with

me. He said he was going to play a game with me. The point was how much

frustration I could stand. He began by having me touch my breasts following his

instructions exactly. He’d have me rub the surface or both breasts with the

…End of the part9. To be continued..

“Actually, I don’t know. I hadn’t picked him yet.”
Answered Miyoko. “But you never know you might be Mr. April
yourself.”

“I have no idea what the hell your talking about.” Said
Tim. “I’ve never laid eyes on you before tonight.”

Miyoko explained “March and April are just names that I use.
Like I said. I’m looking for a sexually liberated man. Last
names aren’t important. Besides, I only spend one month with a
guy then I move on. The Mr. March that I’m meeting in a little
while is the gentleman that I’ve been fucking and sucking me for
the past month.”

“I see.” Said Tim.

“And you know,” continued Miyoko, “Their is only a Week in
March, and.” as Miyoko ran her leg up Tim’s to his crotch, “that
means that it is Time for me to start looking for a new cock.
Are you interested.”

When we reached my apartment, she promptly had a look at my CDs while
I dug up my artwork. As she put a Doors disc on tray I presented her
with the best of the bunch: A naked woman body partly deformed and
melted into an alienlike piece of machinery.

She looked at the picture and smiled with approval. – It’s good.
You’ve done a perfect job in shading it with dark gray. Although it
looks a bit too much like Giger, you seem to be perfectly able to
develop your own style…

We browsed through the rest and after finishing with them, I raised my
look to meet her wanting eyes. I couldn’t keep my desires quiet
anymore. – You know that I can hardly stand being here without
touching you, tasting you… She pressed a finger gently to my lips. -
Hush… Don’t talk, but follow your instincts.

I didn’t need to be told more than once. I leaned to her, forcing her
to lie on her back while kissing her all the time. After she was
completely lying on the carpet I started to tease her body with my
fingertips through the soft and thin fabric of her clothes. I moved my
head to touch her neck and throat with my lips. As I ran my tongue up
and down the sides of her neck, occasionally probing under the cloth,
I heard her breathing getting heavier.

She wasn’t motionless either; her hands grabbed my butt and squeezed
with a good grip. Good! She lifted my shirt a bit and caressed my back
with soft movements.

When she started searching for the zipper in my jeans I started moving
down on her whispering “Not yet, darling, let’s have some fun before
that” and started to undo buttons on her jeans.

I took her jeans off and started kissing the insides of her thighs,
moving my tongue up and down. I’ve always liked to examine a woman’s
skin with my mouth, my lips and tongue. She was moaning softly and
started pulling my hair to make my head move nearer to her crotch. I
resisted, because I wanted to take it slow.

Finally I took her underpants off. They were already moist with her
juices and I could sense that wonderful smell I had been without for
such a long time. She parted her legs wide and moaned: “Please! Lick
me… I can’t stand being this hot…”

I hadn’t yet stopped my teasing. She let out a cry of slight anger
when I turned her on her side and bit gently her ass cheek. I’ve
always been turned on by a nice ass, and hers was one of the best I
had seen. The ass cheeks were simply perfect, round with soft skin
that just screamed to be touched and nibbled. And so I did. I spent a
lot of time caressing those perfect flesh mounds. I knew that even
if she liked me kissing her ass she wanted something else.

So finally I turned her on her back again. She started panting when I
tenderly kissed the area between her vagina and asshole. I gently
rubbed her asshole with my left hand, playing around the edges with my
fingertips and carefully probing the inside with my index finger. I
didn’t know if she had ever had anything at her back door before, so I
observed her reactions.

Yes! She definedly liked it as she started moving her hips and moaned
when I fucked her asshole with my finger. Then I put my lips on her
pussy lips and started sucking them taking them alternatively in my
mouth. Her moans got harder and she was almost hurting me when she
pulled on my hair and pressed my head against her pussy.

I licked the outside and inside of her pussy and inserted my tongue
inside her pussy, still avoiding touching her clitoris. She started
really thrashing and I had some difficulties keeping in contact with
her pussy. As she bucked her hips more strongly I sucked her pussy
lips more intensely and inserted a couple of fingers into her moist
hole.

Ok, so it wasn’t too easy to fuck her asshole and pussy with my
fingers while eating her when she was moving so much, so I
concentrated on her pussy and withdrew from her asshole.

Her slit was wet and my fingers were covered with her delightful
juices. I could taste her sweet pussy with my mouth and it was so
wonterful that my erection was getting painful in my jeans. I opened
the zipper without stopping too much and had some relief.

– Oh, you are good… I come soon, I come soon… I started to suck
her clitoris and her moans came suddenly much louder. She breathed
and moaned intensely at the same time. I sucked more and more and
pumped my fingers in and out faster and faster.

She shouted out short but intense screams of pleasure as she came. She
pressed her pussy tightly against my face and I was forced to hold my
breath for a while. I felt with my fingers her vaginal muscles
contract as she came with a powerful orgasm. She was pulling her legs
together and it was an incredible feeling to have my head squeezed
between her legs and her pussy, hot and orgasming being pressed on my
face.

I sucked her clitoris as hard as I could and moved my fingers
intensely inside her to keep her coming as long as possible. As she
gradually came down and her breathing got lighter I adjusted my
movements to be gentler to make her land softly.

– Oh god… oh god oh god oh god… I never came with my boyfriend,
only when I was playing with myself and it was never like this… she
whispered as I placed myself beside her and caressed her softly while
kissing her. – Good you liked it, but don’t think it’s over. Somebody
down there has been waiting anxiously for some time now, I said
pointing to my cock.

– If you make me come like this again you’ll drive me mad… – It will
be sweet madness, and probably better than being sane, don’t you think
so?

I swiftly took a condom from a drawer and rolled it onto my hard cock.
I don’t like condoms all that much but you’ve got to do what you got
to do, maybe if we would end up in a longer relationship…

– Have you tried any positions you like? – I don’t know, I’ve been
lying on my back every time. – Ok, so let’s do it like this… Go on
all fours. She obeyed, although a bit hesitantly and I kneeled behind
her with my stiff cock eagerly awaiting to be swallowed by her
love-hole. I had a brief glimpse at the most beautiful view on this
earth: her wet love-hole seen from behind, accompanied with the tiny
asshole and the best pair of asscheeks there is.

She still had her shirt on, so I put my hands under the cloth and
removed her bra. I started to play with her nipples and felt them
harden. Then without a warning I entered her moist slit. She gasped
with a surprise – Ah, you’re big! I knew that my cock was perfectly
medium-sized but there was no need to start telling her statistics,
and she was tighter that normal.

I started pumping, first slowly, then with a gradually quickening
pace. She felt so good that if someone would have asked me if there is
a God I would’ve said a definitive yes, even if I am an atheist. She
was responding to my movements by moving her hips back and forth. She
was clearly enjoying it and hell, so was I! It was so much better than
my right hand who had been my sexmate for a couple of months too much.

We gradually ended in raising ourselves up from the floor until I was
sitting on my legs and she was sitting on me, pumping furiously. I was
squeezing her tits and nipples maybe a bit too hard, as she let out a
slight cry but I was too excited to care much. Her tits were a perfect
handful, not too big or small.

I bit her neck, gently and not so gently, and she let out cries of
excitement when I massaged her earlobes with my mouth. She pumped on
me harder and harded, and I could feel that familiar tightening in my
balls. I was having the time of my life, I was right on the edge of
orgasm but not quite over it for several minutes and it felt so good I
could’ve died right at the spot and not cared if the sensation would
have continued.

Her pussy muscles started to vibrate again as she had another orgasm,
shouting a bit obscenely “FUCK! FUCK! FUCKK!” I was almost ready to
come but not quite. Because she was slowing her pace I had to push her
back on all fours and start a furious pumping for an orgasm. It didn’t
take me long anymore and as I came I swear I saw stars flickering in
my eyes.

We collapsed onto the carpet to a heap. I was completely covered with
sweat and her skin was trembling all over. I don’t know for how long
we just rested there with my cock still inside her, caressing each
other, looking into each other’s eyes and kissing, kissing…

So that’s why I’ve been so happy this week, even if I had to write
that gigantic document ready. We’ll see again on Friday as soon as her
lectures end…

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.

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

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

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

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

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

He looked up as she did and their eyes held each other just a little
too long, self-consciously. He smiled at her and she felt a little
embarassed. So she looked down and smiled, brushing the bangs out
of her eyes as she looked up again.

He turned his attention to the pack of Juicy Fruits. As he picked
it up and swiped it across the barcode reader, she could see his
rather muscular hand ever so gently squeezing the pack. She then
pretended the totals display was the center of her attention by looking
up at it, but she could care less how much the cost was. She could
feel him pretending not to watch her, and her cheeks flushed red with
that knowledge. As the numbers flashed on the display, she reached
into the back pocket of her tight-fitting jeans and pulled out her
coin purse.

She then noticed that he was standing there absentmindedly gripping
the pack with his thumb and forefinger of his right hand, moving it
up and down the pack, smoothing out the slight crease he had put in it.
She had become somewhat mezmerized by this motion he was making; he
noticed her interest. She shook her head a little to snap herself
out of it.

As she handed over the coins and withdrew her hand, her fingernails
brushed against the palm of his hand. This was partly accidental, partly
her intention. His hand trembled a little with this exquisite sensation.
He handed back her change and the receipt and made sure his fingertips
brushed the inside of her upturned palm, too. Her face broke into a
wide smile as he did this, and she bit her lower lip to try to hide her
smile at this gesture.

She turned to leave and just as abruptly turned back around holding the
pack and said, “Do you want a stick?” At first, he wasn’t sure if he
had heard her correctly. Then he smiled and said, “Yeah, sure”. There
was no one else in line.

At first she had problems starting the pull-tear that would uncap the
pack. He noticed her difficulty and said, “Here, let me help.” He
reached over and held her hand holding the pack and used his other
hand to start the tear-cord. She noticed his hand over hers was so
much bigger than her own, but it was warm and soft. She had leaned
over toward him during this operation, intently watching him pick at
the tear-cord, and the ends of her soft hair were dancing on his forearm
sending warm sensuous waves through his neck and shoulders. He could
smell a wonderful fragrance around her, of clean soap and lilacs. He
wondered what it would be like to nuzzle the back of her ear.

He withdrew a stick and handed it to her. Then he took one for himself.
At that moment, he realized that he was still holding her hand, and he
let his fingertips “accidentally” glide down the back of her hand as his
hand fell away. He popped the stick in his mouth and began chewing.
She did the same. She stuffed the pack into the pocket of her jeans;
he noticed how tight they were.

She smiled and said thanks and out of shyness again started to walk
away. He smiled and watched her as she left and said, “Come by again
anytime you need help opening something up.”

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..

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..

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

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

–

“Mmmmpphh, Llaaahhh yee?”

“Keep this up, and … Oh! Yes! There! uh! um, your fucking SOCKS will

smell like my underwear.”

The next few minutes of our conversation does not transliterate into ASCII

worth a pimp’s damn. Suffice it to say that Debbie has both a wonderfully

responsive nervous system, and the longest build-up to orgasm I have ever had

the pleasure to drive. For at least a full minute, I was sure that she would

come the following two seconds. Finally, with a grand shudder, she spread her

legs even wider, pulled my head hard aginst her, and began to writhe in ecstasy

all over my face. I believe that at the offically recorded beginning of her

orgasm, my nose was firmly ensconced within, and her swollen clitoris was firmly

held in my right nostril.

No matter. She came like everything, and I continued to lick, suck, and

swallow whatever I could lay my lips on. I guessed right, as she continued to

purr, sway, and rock for quite some time, nary a complaint about oversensitivity

or any of the other bugaboos I’ve discovered when eating a woman for the first

time.

Bit by bit, she quieted down again, falling steadily onto me as her passion

no longer sustained her.

“You like?” I sometimes indulge myself in rhetorical questions.

“Velly, velly much, Mr. Daniel. I must make a slight confession, though.”

“Really?” Hell, I’d just had one of my favorite activities; what could be a

problem now?

“I am fertile as a turtle today, and I have no means of contraception within

a dozen miles of here.”

“Bullshit, Lady. *We* have the most reliable of them all: mutual respect

and commitment to a common cause. I’m not ready to support a child this year

any more than you are, not to mention the relationship around it. Therefore,

neither of us is fully willing to follow this to its most natural conclusion

as long as conception is a viable possibility, pardon the pun.”

“Thank you, but I still owe you one.”

“You *owe* me nothing; I ate you for the sheer pleasure of nuzzling into

your hotness, and it is my pleasure and priviledge to lick you until you melt

from the assault. Care for another?”

“Not right now, but I may take you up on it later. Maybe I don’t owe you

anything, but *I* want you inside me right *now*. My biological clock is

probably trying to tell me something, but at least I can control the direction.

In any case, I *do* intend to make you come. Your pleasure, kind sir?”

“Far be it from me to turn down my lady’s request. Gladly will I have an

orgasm of monstrous proportions. Are you hungry yourself, or would you like to

wash this load by hand?”

“You pick; I’m still woozy.”

I carefully drew her to me for a long kiss, and then guided her head down,

past my throat, where she took over of her own accord. Her hands busied them-

selves with and then inside my pants, with her mouth following in due time.

I was at full erection again by the time my wallet thudded to the floor inside

my pocket. Her technique was what, in the business, we refer to as “the brute-

force method”. No real finesse; she simply sucked and bobbed for all she was

worth. I was gasping for breath in no time at all, and exploded just as the

pressure was beginning to turn pleasure into pain. With the stimulation I had

from eating her, I had quite a bit of semen ready to go, and she took it all

with great gusto, moaning in pleasure of her own, the vibrations adding to my

climax.

As I came back to earth, realizing that my feet still touched the floor, she

softly continued caressing me with her mouth, as gentle now as she had earlier

been direct. I almost cried with the sweetness of her sensitivity here, but

didn’t have the energy to work up to that level of being touched. I was a bit

sore and quite satisfied, certain that this was an experience we would both like

to repeat. Bit by bit, she worked me back to a state of half-erection. As much

as I wanted all the pleasure we could give one another here, I was still far too

senstive down there to enjoy any but the most lubricated of touching. Just as I

was about to ask her to stop, she drew back in a final farewell kiss, and rose

to hold me close.

“Now we’re even,” she grinned wickedly.

“Yes, almost.”

“Almost?”

“Yup. We’ll have to even things out later.”

She caught my reasoning in an instant, and fell to nibbling on my nipples,

while I tried to respond on hers as best I could. After-play is a lot of fun,

and probably one of the most important parts of a relationship. Unfortunately,

the real world brings us interruptions: the lights flickered. Looking into her

eyes, I knew we were thinking the same things.

“System’s gonna be hosed.”

“And if it’s bad enough, security might some looking for us.”

“Yeah. Batch queues are probaly dead for the next half-hour.”

“Time to see what we can salvage?”

“Yes, and I had a wonderful time tonight.”

“So did I. Kiss good-night?”

“Of course.”

We hurried a bit, stopping only to kiss favortie portions of each other just

before they disappeared under clothing again. The calm after the storm is a

neat thing to share.

“I’ll go first, and see if the coast is clear.”

In a few seconds, she whistled the opening bars of “On A Clear Day”, and I

got quickly out of the ladies’ room. We got back to our respective desks,

breaking decorum only with a quick squeeze of our hands and a knowing glance

that just barely missed showing canary feathers around our mouths.

Copyright (C) 1991, William D. Wickart. All rights reserved.

—

one *very* well-written love scene between our heroine and her former lover.

At the end of part 1, my pants were far too small, and my breakfast waste was

ready to be left in the nearest convenient sanitary receptacle. I checked on

the processes again; the test driver was now properly rebuilt, and my main job

was humming along merrily. Time for some relief.

I headed off for the rest rooms in my corner of the building, and felt a

small tug of my crazy urges again. Since there are more bathroom sets than

people in the whole complex at this time of night, I sometimes find myself the

only person in my section of the building. Once in a great while, I take advan-

tage of this to indulge a crazy childhood urge, and use the ladies’ room instead

of the gents’. No problem, I am always neat and clean, and only do it when

there is no danger of anyone getting surprised. No big deal, just one of those

private flauntings of the establishment that lets out a few more frustrations

during the crunches.

Tonight, I decided to do it again. Even if Debbie did get the urge during

her debugging, she’d use the can on her side of the floor. We had some deep

respect for one another, but nothing on a personal level that would soften a

surprise like this. No problem; it wouldn’t be the first time I’d done this

with a woman somewhere in the building.

I chose the middle stall, and noted again how the room smelled just a bit

different from the gents’. Not necessarily better, just different. I sat in

rapt contemplation of this non-fact, and took care of necessities. My mind

wandered back to the story, and I found myself slowly caressing my genitals as

I remembered the story. I stopped for a moment, as I’d never masturbated in

the ladies’. “What the heck,” I thought, “In for a penny …” I imagined how

the heroine’s original choice must have felt, finding an attractive girl all

over him so suddenly, and decided that, in his position, I’d probably be quite

flattered by it all. By this time, I was getting quite aroused, and lost my

will to think about the story, recalling instead the lovely non-sins of my own

college days, fondly remembering those all-night loving sessions with the two

ladies who had made me so glad to be alive, each in her own time.

Suddenly, I heard a slap on the door, and a muttering voice follow in some

pretty heavy footsteps. I thought fast, and decided that I’d better reduce the

impact of any further surprises. My hard-on was suddenly a limp-off, and I

cleared my throat.

“Oh, hi!” Debbie said, before I could compose a sentence. “Didn’t know

anyone else was here. Who be dat?” She swung into the stall to my right,

and took an extra flush for good measure.

“Uh, Dan. Yeah, me; from workstations.”

“Oh, really? A little lost, are we?”

“No, uh, honestly, I come in here sometimes when the building is empty, just

for kicks. Should I leave?”

“No, not on my account. I lived in Paris for a year, so it doesn’t really

bother me much. Stay if you like. I’ll admit, though, that I had to switch

…End of the part3. To be continued..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the very few who actually *creates* the magic.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

another about once a week in these times.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

on a day-to-day basis.

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

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

…End of the part1. To be continued..

and longer strokes that had us both almost in tears with

ecstasy. She tongued my neck and ear, and bit my earlobe as she

worked me over, pistoning smoothly and steadily up and down on

me. I rolled my hips around and around, trying to enhance her

pleasure as her talented pussy almost sucked me off, churning

and pumping juicily. Our crotches were soaked with our mixed

juices as she worked me over.

She moaned gutterally in my ear and I felt her cunt

squeezing me. I knew she was almost there and I lifted up on my

toes to ram into her a bit harder. Her moan changed to a soft

squeal as she plunged down on me and her body shook and

shuddered as she started to come.

“Give it to me!” she groaned, “Cum in me, you stud.”

Knowing that she wanted it was the last straw for me,

and I was overcome with waves of pleasure as my muscles

involuntarily began pumping hot cum into her. My brain was

awash with fantastic sensations as I humped into her, and her

rhythmically clenching cunt drove me wild with pure sex.

We jerked and lurched together, almost falling over in

the small dimly lit closet. I lowered my face to tongue her

breasts in a frenzy as she milked me with her crotch. Her hair

in disarray, her head, thrown back in revery, was framed against

the bare lightbulb’s light, and I delivered her one of the great

cums of my life there in the middle of the workday.

Finally I began to fade a bit. We were both flushed and

covered with sweat as she again grinned at me and lifted herself

slowly off of me. My drenched and slippery cock pulled from her

cunt with a wet sound and we both groaned with sensation at the

same instant.

“Oh you beautiful stud.” She murmured breathily. “That

was truly incredible. I knew you had it in you, and I’m so glad

I got it out of you.”

I shook my head, trying to clear it, feeling the juice

running down my legs as I took a short step back. “You are one

incredible lady.” I gasped. “Thank you so-o-o much. That was

one fantastic fuck and I will remember it forever.”

Julie sat weakly down on the stool, her breasts shining

with sweat, still gasping with excitement. “You deserve a

reward!” she proclaimed as she again grasped my cock and guided

it to her face.

I was speechless as she rubbed it on her cheeks and

neck, looking up to judge my pleasured reaction. I placed my

hands on her shoulders again to steady myself and she grinned

and extended her tongue to lick a drop of cum from the head of

my prick. It jumped in response and her smile widened.

Then she closed her eyes and smoothly engulfed its

length until her nose was buried in my crotch hair. I felt her

tongue push out through her lips to lick the front of my balls

and the base of my pleasure unit.

…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..

Archive-title: Jenny

I had always liked Jenny, though I didn’t know her well personally. We

worked together on the night shift. Us night-timers have a slightly different

perspective on the world that most other people on ‘normal’ shifts. We’re often

driving on streets devoid of life at 3AM, and spend a lot of time at home

because nothing’s open. And then we sleep through the morning, when everybody

else is alive and awake. It’s a very lonely life most of the time.

Jenny suffered from this as much as I. She had come to town almost a year

ago, and because of her hours, she hadn’t had so much as one date in all that

time. Often she would grumble about the lack of a social/sex life. There were

plenty of guys on the night shift, but for some reason she didn’t seem

interested. More than a few of them were interested, though. She stood about 5

foot seven and was rather busty. She was a bit overweight, but not seriously

and I found it quite a turn-on. It made her seem more real, somehow. More than

once I had half-jokingly offered my services, only to be turned down with an

appreciative smile. I could never seem to work up the nerve to come out and ask

her for a date. Mostly it was because I was certain she’d turn me down and

rejection was something I didn’t really care for.

I don’t know what got into me one night. It was a Saturday and we both had

gotten roped into putting in a ‘little overtime’. If you consider 10 hours

‘little’. Anyway, it was about 9PM and we both sat down to lunch. Since there

was no one else there we actually talked to each other. Somehow the

conversation got around to dates, and I asked her just what it was she looked

for in a guy.

“Well,” she said musingly, “looks aren’t all that important, I guess. A good

personality is more important.” She was silent for a moment, thinking. “Right

now what I would like to find most is somebody who’s good in bed. After a year

of nothing I’m getting kind of, well, itchy.”

My heart gave a jump at that and my temperature rose ten degrees. I got up

to get a cup of coffee from the machine behind her. As I did, I said, “How do

you expect to find somebody like that? Advertise?”

She chuckled. “I can see it now: Lonely woman seeks good fucker. Low pay but

great fringe benefits.”

“Those benefits look pretty good to me.” I said, still standing behind her

and sipping my coffee. My heart had calmed, but I was still tense.

Anticipatory, perhaps. “But seriously, that’s what you’re looking for? Not just

any old guy who can get it up?”

“Uh uh.” She said softly, almost dreamily. “It would be tempting, but hell,

if the guy doesn’t know what he’s doing, it just isn’t really worthwhile. Not

for me, anyway. For him it’s probably great.”

The it was my turn to laugh. “Yeah, I guess so. Some guys are like that.

They just want to, um, get off and go to sleep. But there are some who are

different, ya know.”

“Oh, really?” she said, still seemingly in a trance.

“Sure.” I said. I put the cup down. “For some of us half the fun is in

making the other person feel good.” I placed my hands on her shoulders, though

…End of the part1. To be continued..

It was only a few minutes later that Miyoko Stood and rubbed
one hand over her hardened nipples, and the other over her
glistening cunt. While she looked him in the eye she said,
“You’ve got a deal.” Then without a word moved forward and sat
on Tim’s lap taking his cock deep into her.

Tim felt Miyoko use her muscles to squeeze his cock while
she rode him at a frenzied pace. He smiled as he reached up and
grabbed her breasts pulling her forward to suck on her ripe
nipples, slowing her down in the process. “Anytime you’re ready
to concede you’ve lost let me know.” Tim told her smugly.

Miyoko let out a little growl as she pulled a way and
started grinding her hips in circular motions as she bounced up
and down. “Oh, come on baby, fuck my cunt.” She said as she
leaned forward then whispered in Tims’ ear, “I want to fill you
shoot your cum deep into me.”

Tim stroked Miyoko’s long black hair and ran his hands down
to her ass and slipped a finger in her cunt along side his cock.
“Feels good doesn’t it?” Asked Tim as he slipped his now moist
finger up Miyoko tight shit hole.

“Oh . . .oh yes!”, Miyoko screamed as she let loose with an
orgasm.

Tim pulled Miyoko head toward him and kissed her while she
continued pumping his cock. “Now that I’ve won I get to do it
anyway that I want right?”

“On the couch, the bed, on the balcony, or down in the
middle of the casino. Anywhere, and anyway you want. After I
taste your cum, I’m all yours baby.” Miyoko said as she slid
between Tims’ open legs.

“Hold it just a second.” Tim said. “I want to know if I’m
going to be the Mr. April your searching for.”

“I don’t know. I’ve still got a few days till I have to
choose someone new.” She answered.

“So what your saying is this could just end up being a one
night stand, right.”

“You got it baby, now let me taste you.” Answered Miyoko

“Well,” Tim said as he stood, “then I’m going to leave you
wanting more.”

“No I lied, you’re going to be Mr. April. Come on sit back
down and let me suck you off.” Miyoko purred.

“So what your saying then,” Tim ran his hands across her
firm breasts squeezing gently. “Is that if I let you give me a
blow job, then lift your tiny body and fuck you till you beg for
mercy, then I’ll be your Mr. April”

“Let me think about it for a minuet.” Tim said while
Miyoko’s hands were stroking his cock. “Lay down on your back.”

“Why would I want to do something like that.” She asked

“One hell of a good reason.” Tim said. “After I’ve sniffed
you, licked you, nibbled on you and fingered you, you might get
to suck me off.”

“What guarantees do I get.” Asked Miyoko.

“None.” Said Tim. “It’s a gamble. Do you feel up to it?”

Miyoko didn’t answer, instead she walked over to the bar sat
on the counter. “Well seeing as how this is a casino,” She lifted
her legs and placed each on one of the barstools.

“So your game?” Tim asked.

As Miyoko ran a hand along her shortly cropped snatch she
said “Belly up to the bar. Tonight’s special is a quint japanese
delight, and is now being served.”

Tim grabbed the remained stool and placed it between Miyoko
opened legs and sat. “Umm,” he said as he took a deep breath.
“Smells good enough to eat.”

“Oh but it’s so much better than good. Take your Time and
make me want you.” Miyoko said.

“What do you want, huh.” Tim said as he ran a hand along her
moist cunt. “Oh you taste so good” he said as his tongue
flickered over her parted lips.

“Come on baby, fuck it.” Miyoko said as she grabbed the back
of Tims head pulling his head closer. “Yes, that’s it. Oh come
…End of the part3. To be continued..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

her black sex partners.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the rest of it out ?”

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

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

held in his hands.

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

cunt,” Anna answered.

…End of the part16. To be continued..

left hers own the desk.

The black client was sprawled in the large leather chair turned to Anna. “I let

my bitches drink first. Drink the whiskey honkey !”

Both sets of black eyes were focused on Anna. Self consciously she grasped the

heavy glass. Bringing the rim of the glass to her red coated lips she let the

burning liquid slide down her throat.

“Drink it all,” Jerome ordered.

Anna brought the glass to her lips and again let the burning whiskey race to her

stomach. It was hot and burned her throat. Anna did not drink and the high

octane lubricant immediately had an effect on the pretty wife. She almost

immediately felt light headed and grabbed the edge of the desk to steady herself.

“Pour yourself another drink before we begin Mrs. Belvoir,” dictated Jerome.

With unsteady hands Anna poured herself another eight ounces of pure alcohol.

She tried to focus her eyes on the two black men but couldn’t. She brought the

foul tasting liquid to her lips and drained about a third of the glass.

The black client smiled and then intentionally dropped his pen to the thick white

carpet. Both Anna and Jerome observed the deliberate act.

“Well, Pick up my client’s pen,” came the matter of factly order from Jerome.

On suddenly unsteady legs Anna walked the three or four steps and then gracefully

bent her legs to retrieve the discarded pen. When she rose she felt the black

hands……

The long black fingers started at her knee…..and then slowly….slowly….

inched upward. The warm fingers made a slight circular motion as they carefully

traveled up the sweet nylon covered legs.

Looking forlornly into the smiling eyes of Jerome Anna sobbed quietly,

“Please…..make him stop.”

Her plea went unanswered. Jerome’s face was covered with a smirking smile as he

observed the black fingers disappear under the short white skirt. “Don’t you

like those black fingers on those tender Lilly white legs of yours Mrs. Belvoir

?”

Anna shivered as the long black fingers reached the top of her hose. She felt

the fingers insert themselves between the garter clasps and her suddenly warm

upper thighs. The fingers played with the top of her hose….. and then

unsnapped the garter clasps. The metallic uncoupling screamed in the quiet room.

The two black men could hear Anna’s breathing as she sensously swayed back and

forth.

…End of the part10. To be continued..

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

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

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

“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..

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

“Sure, why not?” she said.

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m Jill,” she said.

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

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

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

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

“Yah,” he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Finally, he said “Want a back rub?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…End of the part8. To be continued..

mover. That’s what confused me. I lost control on several levels. I wasn’t

playing his body, rubbing against him, teasing him, he was playing me like a

saxophone, or at this stage, maybe like a piano. On the other hand, it felt

pretty good. He didn’t really spank me especially hard and he did a very good

job of teasing me enough so that I desperately wanted him to let me come. He had

me really helpless. I tried to wiggle free, but there was no way I was breaking

away unless he let me up. The man has strong hands. It was also freeing in a

way. I didn’t have to decide when I was going too far or when to do much of

anything. I couldn’t even touch myself to make me come, not the way he was

holding me. He had taken charge and I was just along for the ride. I did feel

fairly silly reaching orgasm as he told me I was a bad little girl. I have to

shake my head when I think about that part. When the orgasm began to subside, I

expected him to let me up and tell me to DO something. Not J! He let me relax

for just a moment, then he began to rub my clit again. I started to squirm. He

had me humping against his fingers and then began playing with me like my pussy

was the remote control for the rest of my body. He slid his fingers into me. He

rubbed just my clit, then took his hand away and spanked my bottom, then with no

warning penetrated me again with his thumb, sometimes just doing that, others

rubbing my clit as well. He kept varying it. He’d suddenly increase the

stimulation and then stop and go onto something else. I don’t know how many

times he made me come. 4 or 5, I guess. He played with my bottom, my slit, my

pussy, my clit, and even slid his thumb into my bottom. OK, yes, I loved it.

After a while he let me relax. He sort of slipped out from under me, leaving me

laying on the couch, my chest and arms on the couch but kind of kneeling on the

floor at the same time. I think that the rest was more a question of getting my

bearings than it was of needing rest physically. If I’d been less taken aback,

I’d probably have preferred it go on. J came back and knelt beside me and handed

me a glass of water with ice in it. I hadn’t realized how thirsty I’d become. I

drank about half of it in a single extended glug. He let me put the glass down

and then caught my eye. “Let me explain my rules for the weekend. There are only

three. I’ll go whenever you tell me that’s what you want. That’s rule one. Rule

two is I am in total charge as long as I’m here. Rule three is once we begin

something we will finnish it. “Do you understand these rules?” I nodded at him.

This was going to be more of a head trip than I’d originally thought. I took

another drink of water. Without speaking he took the glass from me and set it on

the end table. “Lean back down,” J told me as he pushed my chest gently back onto

the couch. He spread my legs and fondled my whole pussy for a few seconds. I’d

seen his cock was hard, even after going into the kitchen, finding a glass,

getting me a drink and coming back out. He had me thrusting my hips at his hand

after only a few seconds. I could feel his erection brushing against my bottom.

He just kept fondling me. I was starting to do more than just moan. He pushed me

until I started to say things. What? Oh, nothing coherent. “Oh, yes,” or my

favorite, “Arghhh,” that kind of thing. NO, I wasn’t begging at least

not yet. Anyway he suddenly slides into me, practically without stopping what

he’s doing with his hand. In fact, he slides his hand around my hip, gets to my

clit again and keeps rubbing even while he’s in me. He filled me marvelously.

He practically screwed me into the couch. My bottom was making itself known. It

was just tender, but I couldn’t do anything like this without noticing it. He

had me very aroused before he entered me. It was only a minute or two before I

…End of the part7. To be continued..

As I lay day dreaming on the beach, I suddenly and casually
glanced to my left, only to see the most gorgeous
girl I had ever seen. She looked up while I was surveying
her, and gave me a smile and a wink…I pulled my towel
over near hers, and then introduced myself. She
told me her name was Debbie, and we began talking…

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

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

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

–

opened the door after unlocking it nervously. There stood the object of her

fancies grinning like a Cheshire cat in heat.

“Good morning, Doctor,” he said stepping into the small tasteful office of Dr.

Janine Sloane.

Not sure of what to say, feel or do, Janine extended her hand out to greet him.

In a pseudo-like gesture of sincerity, actually more of a mock romanticism, Mac

took her hand and kissed it like he would the delicate hand of a princess. She

noticed his eyes widen slightly with erotic intent. She thought at first he had

caught her in the act of solitary pleasure, and a second later it was obvious he

had, his sparkling eyes projecting that knowledge. She flushed as she realized

the evidence was right there under his nose, he could feel the slight dampness

and taste the remnants of her womanly secretions on her hand.

“Did I come at a bad time?”

“No, I was just getting some work done,” she replied, taking her hand away.

“I bet.”

“What do you want Mac?” she asked.

“I just wanted to say hello, that’s all,” he said stepping closer. She could feel

his magnetic personality pulling her towards him. Even the deep character lines

around his sinister smile were making her feel woozy.

“Well, hello. I am really sorry, but I must be going,” she said, picking up her

books to leave and to get as far away from him as possible.

“We will catch up later, perhaps?”

“Maybe.”

She walked briskly to her classroom, thinking about his stare of sexual innuendo.

He had degraded her again with just the look in his eyes. The knowledge that he

knew she had been touching herself made her want to go and hide forever, but it

also made her feel extremely randy. Mac always made her randy; in fact, it was

his specialty. He could make any situation erotic no matter what they were doing.

Once in the early days of their courtship, they had been sitting at a play. He

started letting his hands wander, holding her close, whispering tantalizing

thoughts in her ear – thoroughly letting his magnetic charm make her weak at the

knees. He exuded sex from every pore in his body like it was a hormonal

pheromone. They could have been at a funeral and she would have gotten excited.

Dragging herself back from the faculty meeting for the Science department, Janine

couldn’t believe her newfound situation. Part of her hated Mac for everything he

stood for and another part of her yearned for his touch. “I guess opposites do

…End of the part4. To be continued..

to rendezvous with Mrs. Anna Belvoir at the exclusive Chestwood Hotel in downtown

Memphis on a rather regular basis. And now…….this pompous young black

upstart had the audacity to demand that Anna would now be HIS assistant. As the

other eleven white partners sat looking with amused expressions he finally

surrendered his plaything……..”If you feel you need the services of Mrs.

Belvoir; then she is at your disposal Mr. Bettis,” the Senior Partner finally

offered. There were several bemused sighs as the other partners in the law firm

rejoiced at the older man’s humiliation at the hands of the young arrogant black

attorney.

Jerome then turned to leave the gathering and mentioned over his shoulder, “Bring

me Mrs. Belvoir’s personal file and her security file. I need to review her

qualifications before I meet with her in thirty minutes.”

Rage engulfed Mr. Bougehard Wright’s face as he was ordered about by the most

junior partner of the huge law firm; and a “black porch monkey” at that. Angrily

he ordered the trifle task to be performed by one of his smirking white

colleagues. As he thought about the pretentious request he asked himself how the

newest attorney knew about the “security” reports that the firm had compiled on

all partners and staff of the law firm. The security report was routinely

updated by a local private investigating firm on all members of the firm and

contained from time to time very sensitive information about the individuals

partners and employees. This data enabled him; the most senior partner to know

all the weaknesses; vices and other incriminating details about those who worked

under him. His mind drifted knowing the details in Mrs. Anna Belvior’s private

file.

When Boughard returned to his office he stood beside Anna’s large cherry desk

directly outside his inner office. “I’m afraid that Mr. Bettis has requested

that you be assigned to assist him in the Greater Louisiana Oil Company case.

I’m………….sorry,” he managed to speak as he turned and walked hurriedly

into his office. The large oak door shut solidly…….

Anna could not believe what he had just told her…. Mrs. Anna Belvoir was

brought up on an elegant old South plantation in Southern Alabama. She could

trace her ancestry back to the Civil War and she had attended all the right

finishing schools. Her disgust of Black People in general and Mr. Bettis in

particular was well known throughout the office. She considered herself above the

black race and had on many occasions explained her views that they should still

be “shackled and working in the cotton fields; with a heavy dose of the cat

o’nine tales applied liberally……….”

She was quickly brought out of her stupor when one of the other secretaries

stopped in front of her desk. “Mr. Bettis wants you in his office; Now!” she

brusquely informed the vacant staring beauty. Mrs. Anna Belvoir was the most

senior para legal and she was in charge of training and disciplining all the

other staff in the large office. Most, if not all, disliked her patronizing and

know it all attitude, coupled with her being the prize pet of the Senior Partner,

made her transfer all the more satisfying for the many gathered cadre.

…End of the part2. To be continued..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

black man to not strike him again.

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

make the mistake of disobeying it.”

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

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

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

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

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

the waist.

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

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

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

remembered her punishment only a few short hours ago.

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

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

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

remember.

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

Jerome ordered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

the pretty middle aged wife.

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

and locked her hands around her small precious ankles.

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

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

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

…End of the part19. To be continued..

death grip of the white wife’s delicate fingers.

The poor white wife struggled to reach climax. She thrusted her hips down

against the menacing black fingers. A third finger lodged itself into her tight

passage and Anna struggled to open her hole to the gripping black fingers.

Jerome was the first………. White scalding cum shot from his long hose. The

spunk coated the bunched white skirt of the beautiful middle age wife. She felt

the wet discharge and the knowledge pushed her own tight body over the burning

threshold.

The staff heard the passionate scream from the inner office. They looked at each

other and smiled. A universal thought was in everyone’s mind. “Little Miss

Goody Two Shoes; the senior partner’s mistress was getting what she

deserved…..”

Anna fell to her knees as her climax made her body shudder. The probing black

fingers followed her to the floor and continued to fill her seeping hole. Her

lips were swollen and red as she tried to crawl away but the black man would not

allow the pretty wife escape. Anna crawled to the window but the black followed

her. She started to pull herself up when she felt the hard black cock scrape the

top of her stockings.

“NOOOOOOOOOO,” she screamed.

Theodore buried his cock hard and deep. The wet channel provided the lubrication

for the initial insertion and the forceful impalement prevented Mrs. Anna

Belvoir’s escape. She was forced against the four foot ledge in front of the

window as the black had total control of her tender chute. After the initial

insertion Anna was able to relax….and accept the long prod. The half naked

secretary was brutally fucked until she screamed for release.

She felt Theodore tighten….. and then felt the hot liquid coat her inner

chamber. The tip of his black cock had pushed against her cervix and caused her

pain…before feeling the total impalement ignited her second climax. The two

sex partners collapsed on the floor. Theodore nuzzled Anna’s tender neck and

sucked a large dark hickey on the soft flesh. Anna merely lay exhausted; lodged

between the ledge and her first black lover.

As she lay breathing heavily on the carpet she felt something wet caress her

lips. She opened her eyes and seen the angry purple head of Jerome’s huge black

cock. Gripping the monster in his fist he rubbed it against Anna’s delicate lips

until she slowly parted them. Jerome inched the purple head into her wet and

warm oral cavity and let her tongue clean the half dried jism. Anna

subserviently serviced her master with her mouth. She tongue washed the still

hard prong. It took only a few minutes for the huge black balls to empty

themselves into Anna’s sucking mouth. Anna added the fertile sperm to her

stomach still filled with expensive whiskey.

…End of the part13. To be continued..

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

her black sex partners.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the rest of it out ?”

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

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

held in his hands.

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

cunt,” Anna answered.

…End of the part16. To be continued..

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..

minister was curt and to the point , he dropped a folder in front of her and

asked her to explain, she started to shake her head and repeated softly “no, no

this is not right, no, no”. At which point the minister waved to the guards and

told Karen she was under arrest. She then panicked and bolted past one of them

but the other grabbed her long blond hair with such force that she fell backwards

and pounded her back into the floor. The guard dropped to one knee landing it in

her chest with great force, knocking the wind from her. They then turned her

over cuffed her hands then her ankles, lifted her up by the arms and took her

away screaming that she did not do anything wrong, begging for a chance to

investigate the “errors”.

Bariwa is not well known for its civil rights record, to the extent that if it

did not have great mineral wealth the US government might not look the other way.

Karen knew she was in deep shit, once in her cell, not only figuratively but

also literally. The smell was obnoxious, the orders of urine and defication were

thick. It was all she could do to prevent from gaging and vomiting. In two days

the trial began and she was required to defend herself, no right to an attourny

here, the evidence was presented Karen tried her best to explain the

discrepancies but she knew it was hopeless. She begged the court for mercy and

awaited the verdict. There were three items to be decided, resisting arrest…90

days; embesselment 2 years; she had believed that it would be much worse and 2

years was long but not forever, she was young and could recover, at 29 when

released she almost felt relief. Then the final count, facing the judge in the

tattered grey prison dress….. 25 years of hard labor for crimes against the

people of Bariwa, her heart sank, she went dizzy and dropped to her knees begging

for mercy again. The judge simply said to remove the prisoner, and slammed down

the gavel.

Karen was then drug from the room and loaded onto the transport truck alone, she

was in a state of shock and knew that her final destination would not be

pleasent. Shackled and cuffed she was unloaded from the truck after what seemed

like 5 or 6 hours. There she was inside the gates of the high security prison

called Jubasa, literal translation “the jungle”. The prison was built in the

middle of a jungle, there were 400 acres of clear area surrounded by lush dense

rain forest. Here they waist no time in getting prisoners processed, she was

taken to what the guards called orientation immediately.

Karen was told to stand at attention, not to speak or move keeping her eyes

straight ahead. She heard a door close and heavy steps coming toward her, closer

and closer. It was the head of the prison who always greeted each prisoner for

orientation. A tall female brunette smartly dressed in her uniform, which hid

most of her feminine features, spoke to Karen in a soft pleasant voice.

Warden: “Hello Karen” Karen: “Hel..” SSMMAACCKK!!!!!!!!! across her

face causing her to nearly pass out. Warden: “SHUT THE FUCK UP! I will tell you

to speak. I will tell you when to eat when to sleep or when to breath if I am so

inclined. You may nod your head yes or no if you understand. ARE WE CLEAR?”

Karen: Head nodding yes, tears forming in her eyes and breathing deeply her

chest heaving

Warden: “Let me tell you a little about how we work here. By law you have

become the property of the state, you are no longer considered a person, simply

another asset of the county and as such you have no rights to anything, not even

air if I so choose. If I were you I would make me, the guards and any guests as

happy as possible. Because here we do not send memos, WE KICK ASS AND FORGET THE

NAMES! ARE YOU STILL WITH ME, KAREN?”

Karen: again nodding yes, hoping this was a bad dream.

Warden: “You own nothing, you are nothing except labor or entertainment which

ever we chose at the moment.” (Speaking to the guard) “Strip the cunt and take

off the cuffs, please.”

Guard: “yes madam”

Karen started to rub her wrists.. SSMMAACCKK!!!!!!!!!! again across the face

Warden: “You are not paying attention. Stand at attention. That is eyes

forward head back stomach in feet together and…listen closely HANDS AT YOUR

SIDE! Got it?

Karen nods yes

Warden: “I think we need to impress upon you the clairity of all our orders

they are simple and not ambigious. Follow them cunt. Do you see the table at the

front of the room? The one with the tall pole on one side?” (KJ nods yes) “I want

you to move your little scrony ass as fast as you can to get that table and roll

it back here and resume your position. Do you understand?” (KJ nods yes)

“OK…MOVE!”

Karen runs as fast as she can and grabs the table pulling it back as quickly as

possible and placing it in front of her. Then resumes her stance at attention.

Warden: “Not bad for a fucking cunt.” Slips the cover off of the table to

reveal a collection of paddles, canes, clamps, suringes, nozzles, bucket of ice

and other items Karen has no idea as to their use.

Karen with heart pounding both from the running and fear is starting to sweat and

breathing still more heavily

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

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

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

good idea.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

regret both mistakes.

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

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

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

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

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

Brenda formulated her plan and began putting it into action.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The trap was set….

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Anonymous”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…End of the part1. To be continued..

keyword in the test script and stuffed the process into the background. I went

looking for the Next Thing, and found that last night’s repairs had tested out

just fine at 25Mhz; time to run them on the full-bore model, 33Mhz. A success

from this, and I could take Friday off to celebrate.

That done, I checked the day’s mail traffic. A couple of nasty taunts from

the Kennelmeister. KM was a guy in Delaware who was one of my most worthy

opponents in my favorite play-by-email combat game. Between us, we took about

half of the available awards in each game cycle, and had a lot of fun giving

one another large amounts of shit in between. The other players seemed to be

amused, too. Have to look him up if I ever get to that side of the Mississippi.

“DAMN!” Debbie apparently thought she was alone up here.

“Consider it done!” I shouted across the floor. I don’t know whether or not

she heard me, and I wasn’t going to press the issue. She had her problems, and

I had mine. I typed out a quick response to KM’s threat of beating my Alsace-

Lorraine battalion into radioactive rubble, and checked the process mix. All

the stuff was still executing; so far, so good.

Next, I got into UseNet, calling in my graveyard set of newsgroups. During

the day, the casual observer would see only low-load access to the technical

groups that most of my group followed on a regular basis. At night, though,

the frustrated yearnings of my alter-ego took over. For at least a month or so,

I was giving up soccer, volleyball, writing, and my social life, such as they

were. In between problems, I keep a minor involvement in these interests by

reading the efforts of others on the net. About once in each crunch-time, I

get the clear time to add a bit of my own to the newsgroup, feeling that I am

thereby repaying the others for my vicarious living in their efforts.

Tonight, there was little new stuff, except for the fourth group down:

rec.arts.erotica had four new articles. Either the moderator had been studying

for exams and just posted the collected writings, or someone had finally comple-

ted another series. I “n”ed my way down there, and called up the first article.

“In the Shadows of Your Heart”, part 1 of 4. Yippee! A dirty story to while

away the debugging hours for the rest of the week (that’s how long it took me to

get through most of these). I dug right in, noting that the author couldn’t

spell very well, but had a nice way of describing characters. Within five

minutes at my reading speed, the heroine had trapped her dream man in a corner,

dragged him home over faint protests, and had balled his brains out to their

mutual pleasure. I had an erection, of course, but the little beep and message

at the bottom of my screen got the best of me.

The verification run had failed again, but the problem turned out to be a

simple one. One of the junior members of the team hadn’t compiled his support

routines in the proper order. I went into the common test base, and sent off a

job to correct the problem, setting up another verification job to begin when

this one finished. I drained my coffee cup and went back to the story.

…End of the part2. To be continued..

terminal blocks and wiring. Then she turned to me and put her

arms around me, hugging me to those magnificent breasts of hers.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked hesistantly, feeling

the need to give her an out when in reality it was I who wasn’t

sure I wanted to stay.

“Sure, I’m sure.” She grinned, “I’ve wanted to try you

out for quite some time.” She kissed me warmly on the lips and

I felt the heat in her kiss as she squeezed me tightly. My

pecker was already standing and the blood raced through me as I

hugged her in return.

She let me go and stepped back to lift the front of her

sweater, revealing her magnificent globes in a fine lacy bra

that only made them look better. Then she unsnapped the front

clasp of the bra and her breasts came free, exposing their

creamy white beauty to my eyes.

“Julie, you are one beautiful and exciting woman.” I

said as I lifted her boobs to my face with my hands and began

kissing and sucking them. She leaned back slightly to raise

them still more and sighed with pleasure as she did so. I went

to town, intent on pleasuring her to the best of my best

abilities.

I tongued those alabaster beauties all over, sucking and

nipping with my lips at her hard nipples. Her large brown

aureoles turned pink as her nipples stiffened.

Julie enjoyed this attention for several minutes before

pulling her sweater over her head and shrugging off her bra. I

wrapped my arms around her and kissed her chest all over,

enjoying the sensation of her silky smooth skin, until she pushed

me gently away and kissed me again. This time her hot lips

opened and her even hotter tongue entered my mouth, making my

hair stand on end with excitement as it explored and tittilated

my oral orifice.

As she hugged me close, kissing me hotly, her hands

roamed over me, squeezing my buttocks and stroking my back. We

broke from that super-hot kiss to gasp for air, and her shining

eyes locked with mine. We didn’t need to speak, for there was

plenty of communication between us without it.

Her hands pulled out my shirt tails and slid below my

belt to squeeze my buttocks again, and she almost lifted me off

my feet as we kissed heatedly again.

I pushed her back slightly and began undoing my tie and

pulling off my shirt in a frenzy, and her hands moved around to

undo my belt and unzip my pants. Before I could discard my

shirt her hands were inside the front of my jockey shorts

caressing my cock, which by now was hard as a rock.

She murmured and cooed as she fondled me, pulling my

pants and shorts to my knees with one hand. As the cool air hit

my superheated prick she knelt down on one knee and kissed the

head of it, making it jump and jerk, now more erect than ever.

…End of the part2. To be continued..

The dry humping had stimulated me almost to orgasm, but my erection

quickly faded. Unsure of what else to do, I held her and caressed her hair

and rocked her back and forth softly while making what I hoped were

soothing noises.

For a long time we lay like that, until she sniffled and raised her

head. Her eyes were red-rimmed and very vulnerable. “God, I feel so

stupid…” she said in a very quiet voice.

“Shhh.” I said, “It’s okay. You’re not stupid. Things just went a little

too fast, didn’t they?”

She nodded, looking away. “I guess so. I’ve never been like this in my

entire life. I talk a lot, but I’m not really like that. Tonight I just…

I don’t know…” she started sniffling and buried her face in my chest

again.

“There, there,” I said softly “being lonely and hurting doesn’t make you

a bad person at all. It makes you human, which is no more or less than the

rest of us. You’re a free adult and I don’t feel you did anything wrong.”

I don’t think she was convinced but she didn’t respond or argue. We lay

together silently until I wondered if she dropped off to sleep. Finally she

raised her head. “These long hours don’t help any, either. I think I’ll go

to bed.”

She got off me and stood unsteadily. Her nightshirt stuck to her body in

several interesting places but I found my interest surprisingly muted by my

concern for this girl. I thought I was going to be making this couch my bed

for the night but she held a hand down to me. “Come on.”

I got up painfully, and stretched as the circulation returned to my

muscles. How long had I been laying there, anyway? I was afraid to find

out. Holding my hand, she pulled me towards the bedroom. “I know it’s kind

of forward, in light of how this evening is going, but I’d really like some

nice company tonight, even just to sleep with. You don’t mind, do you?”

I really didn’t, and I said so. She kissed me on the cheek. “I’ve always

liked you.”

The bedroom was about as orderly as the rest of the apartment, but still

seemed feminine, without being really obvious about it. She had a full size

bed, with the blankets thrown over it in a hurried attempt at neatness. She

had probably done it before leaving for work this morning. Yesterday

morning, actually.

She pulled the covers down and sat on the edge of the bed with a sigh,

springs groaning beneath her. “God, I’m so tired.” She gripped the lower

hem of her nightshirt, apparently to pull it off, and then looked up at me,

concerned. “You don’t mind, do you? I don’t usually sleep with anything

on.”

My mouth had suddenly gone dry again as my heart leaped. I shook my

head, trying not to appear too anxious, “No, that’s… okay.”

She pulled the shirt up, up, revealing inch after agonizing inch more

of bare skin, until she pulled it off over her head and dropped it on the

floor beside her. She stretched her arms, gloriously, wonderfully nude, and

sighed “Ah… that feels so much better.” She swung her legs up onto the

bed and covered herself up to her waist. Her breasts were so large and

inviting, the aureoles a bright rosy read, the nipples still partially

…End of the part6. To be continued..

Oh really? I was tired, but not so tired I didn’t pick up on the possible

implications of that statement right away. And even if it didn’t mean what I

hoped, it still sounded better than standing out in the cold for maybe hours

trying to get a ride from some soft-hearted motorist. It wouldn’t be the first

time I had done that and I wasn’t looking forward to doing it again. “Sure.” I

said, hoping I didn’t sound too eager, “It’s been a long day already. Thanks.”

“Thank *you*.” she murmured under her breath, and I wondered what that was

supposed to mean as I followed her to her apartment.

As I walked into Jenny’s apartment the first thing that hit me was the

all-permeating odor of catbox. It wasn’t too bad, though. I used to have a

cat myself, so I was used to it. The place was fairly small, with a kitchen

in an alcove off to my right and a short hallway to the left leading to the

bedrooms and bathroom. In front was the living room. There was a couch and

a couple of well-worn chairs. A small TV sat on a none-too-steady stand

opposite the couch and chairs. The place was clean, but cluttered.

Magazines and various articles of female clothing lay scattered about.

Jenny began picking up the latter while mumbling an apology. I remarked it

looked lots better than my place, which didn’t comfort her much since she

saw what my car looked like and could well imagine what my place must look

like.

She was probably right on the money.

After a few minutes the place was fairly straight. She plopped down in a

chair, exhausted. I landed on the couch feeling about the same. Exhausted,

but far from sleepy. “Nice place you got here.” I remarked.

“Thanks.” she smiled tiredly. “It was cheap and clean.” She sat up a

little and said, “I really appreciate the ride. And… I’m kinda glad

you’re here. I hate staying in this neighborhood by myself…” She looked

like she was going to say more but stopped and looked away instead.

I started to reply but felt something moving by my feet. I looked down

and saw a little grey ball of fur playing with my shoelaces. Gently I

reached down and picked it up. It was a kitten, about four months old, all

fuzz and golden eyes, which stared into mine. And sharp claws, which I

discovered a second later as he(?) decided he wanted down NOW. I complied

quickly before he could do any serious damage. He shot across the room in a

grey blur and disappeared under the coffee table.

Jenny was grinning at me. Suddenly she got up and said “Excuse me, I

gotta change and clean up a little. Make yourself at home. I won’t be

long.” And she disappeared into one of the other rooms. A moment later I

heard a shower running.

I never was very good at making myself at home in somebody else’s home.

Not to mention I was worn out from work and a funny little knot of tension

rested in the pit of my stomach. I turned on the TV and settled back on the

couch, trying to relax.

It wasn’t long before she was done. I turned to see her and had to hold

back a small gasp of surprise.

She stood in the hallway dressed in just a nightshirt that just came

down to her upper thighs, and apparently nothing else. The shirt was slit

…End of the part4. 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..