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

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

her tight butt cheeks.

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

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

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

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

thumb……

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

that emptied itself inside his pants.

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

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

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

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

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

lips. “Oh MY GODDDD,” she screamed.

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

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

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

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

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

how massive was her Superior’s manhood.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

as the tormenting fingers buried deep in her hole.

…End of the part12. To be continued..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I lose.

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

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

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

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

…End of the part1. To be continued..

newsgroups — nothing he couldn’t have finished with three hours before.

“Yeah — well — there was something I needed to deal with.” He doesn’t even look

up, but continues scrolling through the latest figures. “Were we going anywhere

tonight?”

I can tell by the attitude that he has no intention of moving for a while yet.

Fine. Something needs to happen. So I make it happen. “Are we the last ones left

in here?”

“Yeah”

Right.

Shoes.

Shirt

Jeans

Bra — onto the keyboard in front of him (underwired). He finally looks

up, notices what state I’m in.

“Oh. Staying a while, are we?”

“What exactly did you have in mind?”

“That’s up to you, isn’t it? I mean, you’re the one with the ever-so-important

work.” It’s really hard to keep the voice to irony-level. “Got anything

interesting off the newsgroups?”

“Just the Tommy Lee and Pamela vids.” He leads me out to the reception area,

where a high-edged desk faces the glass front, protecting the occupant from

ill-timed glances. There, under cover of the desk, he fires up the PC and loads

those videos.

And watches. And watches. And watches. Hmmm — not funny any more. “So, do you

like what she’s doing to him?”

“Oh, it looks all right.”

“Would you like me to do that to you?” And I go down to my knees and undo his

jeans. His cock, half erect already, is trying to escape the boxer shorts, so the

least I can do is encourage it with my lips. And tongue. And I gently send the

tip of that same tongue all along the bottom of it, tracing the ridge from the

base past the coarse hairs to the tip, and start coaxing a response by licking

small tender licks around the head as it rears and presents itself for further

…End of the part1. To be continued..

She lies on her front,
grasping her ankles in her own hands
and pulling them up behind her:
this difficult posture is known to experts
as “Mallaka” (the Wrestler).

When your mistress (sic) lays
breasts, arms and forehead to the carpet,
raising her buttocks high,
and you guide your penis into her yoni,
it is “Aibha” (the Elephant).

You lift her ankles high;
she draws up
and extends her legs as though she were
crawling through the air:
this is “Hastika” (the Elephant).

She stands on palms and feet;
you stand behind her
and lift one of her feet to your shoulder,
enjoying the lovely girl:
this is “Traivikrama” (the Stride).

Seize her feet and lift them high
(like a wheel barrow),
drive your penis into her yoni
and pleasure her with vigorous strokes:
this is “Kulisha” (the Thunderbolt).

You kneel, as in archery,
take her on your lap
and bend her forward till her breasts
are pressed to her thighs:
this is “Ekabandha” (One Knot).

Lying on her side, facing away,
the fawn-eyed girl
offers you her buttocks
and your penis penetrates the house of love:
this is “Nagabandha” (the Elephant).

Standing Positions:
——————

And now for the love postures
with which sculptors adorn our temple walls.
When a couple make love standing,
or leaning against a wall or a pillar,
it is called “Sthita” (Steadied).

When the woman sits in her lover’s
cradled hands, her arms around his neck,
thighs gripping his waist,
her feet pushing back and forth against a wall,
it is “Avalambitaka” (Suspended).

When, catching and crushing your lover
in the cage of your arms,
you force her knees apart with yours
and sink slowly into her,
it is “Dadhyayataka” (Churning Curds).

When she leans against a wall,
planting her feet as widely apart as possible,
and you enter the cave
between her thighs, eager for lovemaking,
it is “Sammukha” (Face-to-face).

If, as you lean against the wall,
your lady twines her thighs around yours,
locks her feet to your knees,
and clasps your neck, making love
very passionately, it is “Dola” (the Swing).

When your lover draws up one leg,
allowing the heel
to nestle just behind your knee,
and you make love, embracing her forcefully,
it is “Traivikrama” (the Stride).
…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..

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..

Now you are standing at his door, looking for the bell. It is a
large steel sliding door on the upper floor of an old warehouse
downtown. Clearly, David’s studio is in a loft. You finally just knock
on the door. A moment later, the door slides open and light from the
hall spills across a hardwood floor. The studio is dimly lit and you
can’t see anyone there.
“Hold on, let me get the lights,” you hear a voice say.
Suddenly, bright overhead lights come on, exposing the entire loft. You
walk in and look around. David is standing there, smiling.
“You must be Trish,” he says.
“Uh, yeah. You must be David,” you reply, slightly uncomfortable.
David is about six feet tall, a good eight inches taller than
you. He has short black curly hair and a young but weatherbeaten face
that has crinkles at the eyes and mouth. You can tell that he laughs a
lot. He has a well toned and muscled body; you can see his wide chest
straining at the black commando’s sweater he’s wearing. He has on a
baggy pair of black fatigue trousers. His bare feet even look strong;
his toes grip the floor as he walks.
The loft studio is much nicer than you expected, given the looks
of the building outside. The front of the loft is obviously David’s
apartment. The kitchen is set aside from the rest of the room by a
wrap-around countertop. It sits to the right of the door. The door
itself is halfway between the front and back walls. The furniture is
comfortable and modern. There is a long couch that surrounds a coffee
table in front of a fireplace. The entire front wall is glass, looking
out over the city. On the far wall is a raised platform with steps
leading up to it. On top of the platform, which sits six feet high,
is a waterbed. Off to one side of the platform is a bathroom. Oddly,
there are no walls around it. It’s shielded from the front windows by
the bed platform, but it is open to the rest of the apartment. There’s
a sink, cabinet, mirror, commode and an old iron free-standing bathtub.
The walls are brick, from the floor to eight feet up. Then the
walls are white up to the 15 foot ceiling. The ceiling is white too,
and track lights reflect off of it to fill the room with a soft glow.
“Tea?” David is standing in the kitchen holding a pot.
“Please,” you respond, walking along the brick walls, looking at
the pictures hanging there. Many are covers from famous magazines.
Many others are pictures of nature scenes. Sprinkled among them are
pictures of women in seductive poses, or wearing suggestive clothing.
David sets your tea down on the table and invites you to have a
seat. He walks to the wall and turns a dimmer switch, dimming the
lights to a dull glow. “There’s a storm coming; I want to watch it.”
You look out the window and see flashes of lightning. David
retreives his own tea from the kitchen and sits sideways on the couch,
facing you.
“Tell me about yourself,” he asks quietly.
You tell him about your school and your hobbies. He has a lot
to talk about; seemingly, he has an interest in everything. You talk
about accounting and running. You talk about swimming and skydiving.
You watch the storm. David has a quick smile and a gentle laugh and
after a couple of hours you feel very comfortable with him. He keeps
you teacup filled.
“You have neat pictures,” you say after talking for a few hours.
David smiles a thanks. “Let’s go take some pictures.” He
stands up and offers you his hand.
You take his hand and stand up. David leads you by the hand
back into the dark back half of the loft. He reaches out and turns a
switch someplace and a few lights come on. There are strobes with
reflectors lined up neatly along the wall. There is black shag carpet
on part of the floor and white on another. David leads you over to the
black carpet and sits you down in the middle.
You watch as David turns to a control panel on the wall. The
lights come up further, including some focused on you, and soon you are
at the center of attention. David opens a cabinet and takes out a
camera. He sits down on the floor in front of you and takes a few
pictures. “Good choice of clothes,” he mentions between shots.
You are wearing a white maternity shirt with a bright yellow
maternity jumper over it. You feel the warmth of the lights on you as
David moves around, photographing you from different angles. Every so
often, he reaches out and adjusts your position, moving a hand here or
adjusting the angle of your head there. He sets you so your one leg is
drawn up with the other crossed under it. He places your hands on your
knee and rests your chin on your hands. Oddly, your heart beats harder
as he moves your body around and you find yourself admiring the fluid
grace with which David moves.
David takes a few more pics in that pose and has you lean back
on your hands. Your breath catches in your throat as he unbuttons one
shoulder strap on your jumper and re-adjusts it so the front left corner
is hanging down, showing the swollen curves of your enlarged breast
through the shirt. David leans back and takes a few more pictures. He
pauses and sets the camera down on the carpet. He slides over next to
you and puts his hand on your raised knee and squeezes it.
“Are you doing ok,” he asks.
Your heart is pounding and you can’t seem to catch your breath.
You feel beads of sweat break out across your stomach and legs. You
realize that his touch and his closeness have aroused you considerably;
you can feel your damp cotton lace panties rubbing against your thigh.
You manage a breathy yes.
David smiles. “Good.” Never breaking eye contact with you,
…End of the part1. To be continued..

It was only a couple of blocks to wear Miyoko said to meet
her. She walked over to the car now wearing what only looked
like some kind of oriental wrap. She leaned in the window and
asked, “Did you get us a room.”

“Paid for till noon tomorrow.” Answered Tim.

“We need to make one stop along the way.” Said Miyoko. “I
need to pick up some clothes.”

“What did you do with the dress.” Asked Tim.

“I’ll explain later.” She said as she wrote something down
on a piece of paper. “Here are my sizes, I can’t possible go in
to a store like this.” Miyoko turned spread her legs and licked
her lips as one of her bare tits spilled out of the wrap. “And
besides that. I like my man to know exactly what I have on as I
slowly dance around taking it off. Once I’m down to my bear ass,
and tits, then the fun begins.”

“Don’t keep me in suspense.” Tim said as he ran his fingers
up the inside of her thighs and brushed them lightly across her
moist lips. “What happens next.”

“Well……” Miyoko purred as she slipped one of Tim’s
fingers into her hot snatch. “Before I start taking it off,
you’re stripped and sat in a chair, legs open facing me. Then
after a slow sexy strip tease, I’ll walk over to you, and deep
throat you till your nice and wet so that as I mount your pole
you slide into my tight hole nice and slick. Then it turns into
a game. I try to get you off as fast as I can, while you try to
last as long as you can.”

Tim smiled at her and asked “What does the winner get?”

She said, “I’m what’s known as a two cum bitch. The winner
gets to choose how we do it the second Time, be in control. Like
if I win, I get to be in my favorite positions. . . ..”

“And if I win, I’d get to do you in my favorite positions.”
Interrupted Tim.

“You got it baby.” Miyoko smiled and added, “And by the way,
I hate to loose and I give most men more competition than they
can handle.”

Tim slipped another finger into her cunt and said, “Well
we’ll just have to see who is better now won’t we.”

As they pulled up in front of the casino, Miyoko asked “Why
didn’t stop anywhere?”

Tim looked her in the eyes while opening her wrap and said,
“Why, your not wearing anything under this wrap. I thought that
we could save some Time. As soon as we get up to the room, you
strip me and I sit in a chair and we go at it till you beg me to
come.”

Miyoko smiled and said, “A little cocky aren’t we. I’m
gonna ride you fuck pole so fast and furious you won’t know what
happened. Don’t you feel how tight I am against your fingers?”
You think you cock can last in me. Your dreaming.”

“Well I guess it’s Time that we go find out don’t you.” Tim
said as he helped Miyoko out of the car.

Upon entering the room, Miyoko kissed Tim and told him, “I
want to fuck you. I want to feel you meat against my walls.
Come on baby, lets get you out of these clothes.” She then
started to bite the buttons off his shirt while he slowly
unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the floor.

When Tim was comfortable in a chair, he told her, “All
right, now it’s your turn. Make me hard baby.”

As Miyoko danced around the chair, she lifted her wrap and
asked, “Do you like my pussy?” Without waiting for an answer,
she slipped a finger in and said, “Look how wet I am, how deep my
fingers can go. Want to see my breasts.” She smiled and moaned
as she slipped a creamy white breast out from under the wrap and
pinched a cherry red nipple.

Tim smiled as she opened the wrap and let it fall from her
shoulders to the floor in one motion. He motioned for Miyoko to
come over and told her, “Take my cock in your mouth slut.”

“What?” Said Miyoko with a smile. “Are we loosing are
patients already. I told you the object is to get you off as
quick as I can after I begin touching you cock.” She knelt down
between his legs and continued, “I’ve had some men with so little
control they actually came before I’ve had a chance to fuck
them.”

…End of the part2. To be continued..

sat enjoying his coffee in relative silence. It was his first day as a Professor

at the Institute for Science and Technology and already he was bored to tears. He

stared idly into the newspaper, propping his feet on the coffee table, while

lounging his tall frame on the hard couch. As the lounge area started to get more

and more crowded, he decided to head down to his office before his first lecture.

After a moment’s hesitation, he dismissed the thought of introducing himself to

the newcomers, instead he left with a casual, “Good Day” and a wink at the

ladies.

Peering over her mug Dianne asked, “You know him, Janine. What’s the scoop?”

“Who? Dr. Jones? Yes, we’ve met before,” answered Janine. In fact, they had more

than just met. The two of them had quickly become very intimate at Berkeley

several years ago. It took her a couple of months to recover from their caustic

break up, but she still had the urge to kiss him whenever she saw his ruggedly

handsome features. He was the essence of danger, the definition of male

chauvinism personified; yet, she had never stopped loving him.

“He does not look like a scientist, much less the most highly qualified member of

the scientific community,” blurted out Dr. Ronald Peterson. Of course, anyone who

didn’t wear tweed, a pocket protector, and spend enormous amounts of time

bragging about their success meant they probably were not, in Ron’s book at

least, a “Scientific Mind.” It especially meant they didn’t deserve the praise of

all academia like Dr. Jones had won the year before with his brilliantly

conceived breakthrough thesis on the relatively new frontier of Nanotechnology.

“Actually, his work has brought new light to the field of Science,” said Janine.

“From what I hear, he is arrogant, self assured, acts like a teenager, and has no

respect for authority,” spat Ron in disgust. Tiny droplets of spittle flew from

Ron’s mouth as he lectured on about the necessity for authority and correct

behavior being the most important characteristics >>for any Instructor to have

because without them chaos would ensue. “You see, we are considered role models!”

he said, as his hands flew up in agitation.

“I like this Dr. Jones already,” whispered Dianne, diverting her thoughts back

and forth from Dr. Jones to her coffee mug. “I am certain he was watching me

before he left,” she thought as she started to fidget with the top button of her

blouse. She had felt that particular “something” emanating from his open-eyed

stare. Perhaps, it was her imagination, but she still felt his animal magnetism

drawing her attention away from the group discussion.

“Further more, if it were not for his supposed high intelligence and his somewhat

ground breaking work, he would only be an associate professor at a small college

in the middle of nowhere,” droned Ron, as he finally sputtered out of steam.

“Tell us more about him, Janine. This is getting interesting.”

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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

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

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

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

“Turn around…” he ordered.

Anna turned and faced the large windows.

“Lift your skirt…” was his next order.

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

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

“Higher,” was his next simple command.

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

panties was visible.

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

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

knees Mr. Bettis….”

“And if you didn’t ?” he asked.

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

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

lips.

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

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

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

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

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

back down when the punishment ended.

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

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

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

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

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

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

the arrival of Jerome Bettis’ first client interview.

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

…End of the part8. To be continued..

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

alcohol.

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

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

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

Theodore’s sperm slid from her battered woman chute.

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

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

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

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

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

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

envisioned was happening behind locked doors.

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

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

of the morning and afternoon.

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

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

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

of Anna’s fellow workers.

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

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

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

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

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

mind.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…End of the part15. To be continued..

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

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

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

“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..

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..

But I did stop. I haven’t picked up a hitchhiker since I was in
college. I always figured that a cute girl standing by the side
of the road with her thumb in the breeze had to have a 250 pound
boyfriend in the bushes, ready to commandeer my car at
knifepoint.

I can see from a distance that you are cute, your long brown hair
whipping about your face in the wind. As I drive closer, I can
see your faded cutoffs, cut so short that the cheeks of your ass
are peeking out invitingly.

You are wearing a pale yellow t-shirt, the veteran of many
washings, faded to the color of tapioca. Your breasts,
unencumbered by a bra, poke proud erect nipples at all who pass
by. Even from a distance I can see the dark circles through the
thin shirt.

You are smiling.

I stop next to you and roll down the window.

“Where are you headed?”

“It doesn’t really matter. Can you take me?”

I swallow. “Sure. Hop in.” You slide into the passenger seat
and I am suddenly conscious of your smell; the smell of sun and
sweat on your buttery skin. I realize that you have slid closer
to me than is really necessary. I swallow again.

“What’s your name?”

“Lisa.” You don’t ask mine. Out of the corner of my eye I can
see your breasts jiggling slightly as we ride. You catch my
sidelong glance and smile slightly. I look away, embarrassed.

“You don’t usually pick people up, do you.” It is a statement,
not a question. I look back at you, more directly this time, and
see that you have turned ever so slightly towards me, and have
inched almost imperceptibly closer. I feel my mouth go slightly
dry. I cannot keep from looking at your breasts.

I begin to imagine…No! Things like this just don’t happen!
There is always a catch. I feel a light sweat on my upper lip.
I roll down the window. We ride for a moment in silence.

You cross your legs and you have moved slightly closer. Your
left hand is on the seat next to your thigh. With another
sidelong glance I can see that the top button on your cutoffs is
undone. Was it like that before? I realize that you are looking
intently at my face. Do you see what I am thinking?

If I move the slightest bit, I am sure my erection will burst
through my pants. So I sit very still and drive carefully and
slowly. Suddenly I realize I am going barely twenty miles per
hour. It seems as though we are barely moving; the fields to
each side of us creep by.

There is a wide spot ahead, next to a broad expanse of tall
grass.

“Could we stop for a bit?” you ask.

“If you like,” I reply, sure that you can hear my heart pounding.

We stop and you are out of the car, skipping through the tall
grass of the field laughing and turning around, your eyes
sparkling. Cautiously I follow you. You come back to me,
breathless, your sun-sweat smell nearly overpowering me.
Watching you in the grass I am nearly overcome with desire and I
and I can think of nothing but you.

You stand very close to me, looking up into my face. The impish
smile nearly disappears as you stand very close to me, searching
my face. I stroke your cheek with my palm and gently bend down
to kiss your soft, full lips. Suddenly your arms are around me,
your mouth wide open, tongue probing. Your body presses
insistently against me, your hands are moving up and down my
back, stroking my ass and the backs of my thighs. I am certain
my body is going to explode.

Suddenly you stop. You draw slightly away from me. Your cheeks
are slightly flushed, and you are breathing heavily through
parted lips. Your firm breasts strain against the flimsy t-
shirt, erect nipples challenging me. You cross your arms and
reach slowly for the bottom of your shirt and pull it over your
head.

Your breasts, now free in the warm sunshine, invite me. I catch
my breath, a half sob, really, as I gaze at you there. You come
to me again and take my head in both your hands, drawing my mouth
first to one breast, then the other. Greedily I run my tongue
over the nipples, feeling them harden at the touch. You pull my
head harder to you, as though you want me to devour you. I am
aware of the salty-sweet taste of your sweat. Your breast fills
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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.

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

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

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

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

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

After her first report card, neither of her parents came to parent-teacher night. Since she was in great danger of failing, I took it upon myself to call her listed phone number. Receiving no reply, I attempted to contact her parents at work. At her father’s workplace number I was told that Mr. Castle was away at the moment and probably wouldn’t be back for several weeks. Her mother’s listed employer-the construction firm of Stonewall and Mason-told me that Mrs. Castle no longer worked for them. Intrigued, I pulled her file card at the office-technically a no-no but easily done if one knew the file clerk.
…End of the part5. To be continued..

“Good morning,” I began “I’m Miss Flock. It seems like you already know my general rules. I expect you to behave professionally towards me, just as I will towards you. I’m going to get your names from you now.”

The front row consisted of Jeff McWhirter, a skinny boy in a ratty t-shirt and glasses. I noted the shirt and made a mental check to remind him of the both the school’s dress code and my class dress code, which was somewhat stricter. Next to Jeff was Linda Long, who vaguely reminded me of a spaniel puppy. Beside her was Calvin Chung, a thin Chinese boy I guessed was both bright and gay, as was the long scarf he wore. The fourth seat was vacant.

Like most teachers and preachers, I hate vacant seats at the front. I looked over the room of blonde and brunette heads to the very back. I caught a glimpse of swirling black hair with a single blue streak, pale bare shoulders, and the distinctive “T” of a g-string visible above the waistband of a pair of “Sho-T” brand jeans (the hot brand for teen no-longer-wannabe-virgins that year). The owner was seated, leaning into the aisle as she rummaged in an oversized canvas book bag.

“Excuse me,” I said, pointing “Yes, you. What’s your name please?” There was a mumble. “I beg your pardon?” I said. “Sue.” “Sue who?” I heard a solitary giggle from somewhere.

The girl I’d addressed stood up, hips cocked and head tilted in that gesture that makes teenage girls look like 40-year-old hookers. Her g-string arced over her pretty hips under a half-shirt with no bra that I could see. And I was looking. God was I looking!

Have you ever heard the expression “wide-on”? It’s the female equivalent of a rampaging hard-on. But that was what I was experiencing. Deep in my mind something said Oh-oh. But my little lizard brain was raving Bite her! Catch her! Eat her up! FUCK her! My nipples were hard under my jacket, and I think anyone three feet away could have smelt my arousal.

…End of the part3. To be continued..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rear-Entry Positions:
——————–

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

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

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

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

…End of the part3. To be continued..

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

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

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

–

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..

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..

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.

–

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

were much more liberal.

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

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

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

would.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

little girl watching her teenage idol.

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

“I never screamed out your name.”

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

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

on.

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

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

…End of the part8. To be continued..

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

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

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

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

“Turn around…” he ordered.

Anna turned and faced the large windows.

“Lift your skirt…” was his next order.

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

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

“Higher,” was his next simple command.

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

panties was visible.

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

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

knees Mr. Bettis….”

“And if you didn’t ?” he asked.

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

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

lips.

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

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

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

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

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

back down when the punishment ended.

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

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

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

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

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

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

the arrival of Jerome Bettis’ first client interview.

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

…End of the part8. To be continued..

largest office in the firm. The office, on the twentieth floor overlooked the

graceful and manicured lawn of the largest downtown park in the country. Mr.

Bettis was looking out the large windows when Anna knocked and let herself in.

She stood in front of his oversized desk and waited for him to acknowledge her.

After several minutes she cleared her throat hoping to gain his attention. She

felt a deep apprehension as she gazed on the muscular torso of her new “boss”.

His lean hard stomach; his muscular arms and chest; and his haughty stance caused

the middle age wife to catch her breath. She let her eyes fall to the front of

his slacks and thought she saw the outline of his cock…..

“Mrs. Belvoir, let me begin by setting the guidelines that you will now be

expected to follow; follow without exception; and follow without questioning.

>From this point on I will be addressed as Mr. Bettis. You will do exactly as I

say and you will never, I repeat, NEVER, question my orders. Do we understand

everything so far Mrs. Belvoir ?” he sternly stated.

Anna was caught offguard……… She started to murmur some reply but was again

caught offguard as the black attorney turned and sat down behind his large cherry

desk….. Feeling light headed Anna slid down into one of the burgundy Queen Ann

chairs and returned his intense stare.

“You were not given permission to sit. Until or unless you are given those

liberties you will remain standing Mrs. Belvoir,” Jerome ordered.

Anna, her face reddening, stood and started towards the door.

“If you leave this office you will be dismissed this instant. And as you know

you will forfeit your $ 165,000 401-K profit sharing plan. Now what would Daddy

and Mommy do without you loaning them the money to save “Hillcrest” their civil

war era mansion……” Jerome questioned.

A surge of sheer panic enveloped poor Anna. The 401-K profit sharing plan was

designed so that until one had worked in the law offices twenty years there was

no vesting. And……..Anna’s mother and father were on the verge of losing her

childhood home to foreclosure. Anna had counted on the vesting of her 401-K plan

to secure the note on the grand old mansion and save her piece of history

forever….. Now……….this self important black attorney was threatening her

best laid plans. She stood by the large door guarding the entrance and felt

herself start to shiver all over trying to come to terms with the last several

minutes of the arrogant black man’s control over her life.

With reason returning to her tormented mind she turned and returned to the front

of his desk. “I’m sorry……” was her simple apology.

“From now on I will be taking the place of the limp dicked old man that you

previously served. I expect…NO I DEMAND that you serve me in every way that

you served him. Do you understand Mrs. Belvoir ?” Jerome asked.

…End of the part3. To be continued..

started up my right leg. I tried to bite my tongue. I HAD to bite it when he got

to the top of my thigh this time. He brought up the hose and rinsed off the soap

from my legs. He started on my bottom and back. He spend several minutes working

on them. I had this image of myself as a race horse being curried (is that the

right word) after a run through a pasture. He slipped down and did my arms,

ending up on my chest. He began to do my stomach and chest. It was quite a

sensation as he worked on my breasts. When he was done I was still quite, but I

was sure I was clean, there. He spent quite a bit of time working his way down

my sides with that sponge, doing my stomach, rinsing me off. Then he did my sex.

He dropped sponge after a moment or two and used just his fingers. He certainly

got the oil out. He also gave me one helluva hard time as I tried to stay quiet.

He could see how hard it was for me as I bucked against his hand. He’d been

sifting quite a bit so he was able to completely surprise me when he slid his

cock right into me. I grabbed the fence for support as he plowed into me. It was

so weird, so kinky, so arousing, AND I HAD TO BE QUIET. I came once, and then

again and I only let out a little moan the second time. Still it was wonderful.

He unlatched the cuffs and let my hands go free. He took off my blindfold, and,

as I blinked in the dim light, pointed to his still erect member. I dropped to

my knees as I thanked him.

Out there in the moonlight I was overwhelmed by sensation. I was sopping wet,

still fairly oily (cold water only does so much), on my knees and just oozing

sexuality. It was all over me. I’d been naked now for several hours and I was

outside that way, in my own yard. I didn’t care that I was naked; I didn’t care

that my neighbors might see me. I didn’t care that any of a number of very

awkward things might happen, I was not me any more, at least not just then, I was

woman as sex, not just as sex object, but as the embodiment of sex itself. J was

there naked as I was, sporting an enormous erection that practically glowed in

the dark. He’d had me, made me come twice, but he’d held off. I couldn’t have

that. I latched onto him like a hungry tiger, taking his erection into my mouth,

grabbing his hips, literally so he couldn’t get away from me, because it was

important to me that I make him come. He allowed me to work on him for a moment

then for a couple, then he tried to get me to stop. I held on for dear life.

After a few seconds he stopped trying to pry me off and instead grabbed my hair

and pulled me to him, forcing himself deeper into my mouth, erupting as he did

it. I swallowed every drop. When he was through (I made sure) he just hugged me

for a few moments, then very quietly he said, “You could become habit forming,”

and then hugged me again. He helped me to my feet and took me back into the

house. He lead me to the bathroom and turned on the shower. When it was warm he

put me in and followed. He didn’t let me do anything right away. He started on

my feet and lathered his way up to mid thigh before starting on the other one.

He repeated the process, soaping my foot and calf and about half way up my thigh.

Then he stood up and washed my arms and back and then took out shampoo and did my

hair. When he was done with that and I was all rinsed off, he washed my face,

pausing to kiss me long and deep. I could get used to being pampered, I told

myself. Then he soaped my stomach and my bottom, being VERY thorough. He did my

thighs and then worked up to my breasts and washed them with incredibly gentle

strokes and movement. I’d relaxed but the last couple of minutes started my

…End of the part12. To be continued..

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

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

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

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

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

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

real than I could ever imagine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

she finally came back to Earth and noticed me standing outside

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

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

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

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

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

her request.

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

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

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

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

…End of the part1. To be continued..

“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.

—

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

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

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

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

it up for two days.”

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

fun.”

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

being.”

“Are we?”

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

“Yup.”

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

place? Is it any different?”

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

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

question.

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

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

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

needed peeing.

“Sorry, did I hit an indelicate subject?”

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

her really think about it.

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

thank you for the offer.”

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

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

organization.

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

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

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

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

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

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

policy to cover it. Did I shock you?”

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

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

moved slightly as she wiped.

“I hope I didn’t upset anything.”

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

breaks the mood, though.”

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

“It’s a date.”

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

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

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

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

…End of the part4. To be continued..

Julie was a large, intelligent woman. She stood close

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

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

black hair and green eyes that always looked sharply and could

sparkle with fun at times. Obviously highly intelligent, you

could never be sure exactly what she was thinking.

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

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

impeccably at work, wearing clothes that flattered her while

remaining relatively conservative.

Julie and I had always gotten along well, sharing jokes

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

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

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

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

was definitely an strong and assertive woman, and easily the

equal to any man.

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

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

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

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

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

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

fountain.

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

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

turned and walked back to me.

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

wider and looking slightly down on me.

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

you up on that!”

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

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

if I said ‘Let’s’?”

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

sure.”

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

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

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

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

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

anticipation. I had had dreams like this occasionally for

months, but never considered them a real possibility.

She closed the door behind us and turned on a small

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

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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..