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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I lose.

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

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

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

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

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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..

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..

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..

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..

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
—————————————————————————-
Sorry, no requests for reposts, missing parts, GIFs, FTP sites, etc. can be
honored. If you find getting stories from this newsgroup inconvenient, the
archive is available on disk. Send a blank email to
adultarc@tommys.spydernet.com for more information. Authors wishing to
have files added to or removed from the THC Public archive should contact
me at: tommy@tommys.spydernet.com. Please refer comments to
alt.sex.stories.d or to e-mail. Thank you.
-=( Tommy )=-

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.

–

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.

–

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..

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..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

–

When I broke my right leg after being up at the resort for only a few
days, I thought the good times were finished. But after a day or
two, when all that was left of the skiing accident was my leg in a
cast, I started to get friendly with Elizabeth. Sleek and slender
with long auburn hair and cat-green eyes, she had the kind of boobs
that made my mouth go dry. Her ski sweater filled to over-flowing.

Everyone was out on the slopes, and Elizabeth and I were in my room,
laying in front of the fire. Elizabeth had her head nestled on my
shoulder and one leg over my cast. I inhaled the fragrance from her
hair, then I started to kiss her throat and her ear. She moaned
softly.

I slid my hand in the back of her sweater and slowly started to rub
her back. Elizabeth sighed and snuggled closer. I explored her silky
mouth with my tongue; when I found a sensitive spot, she responded
with a little shiver. Elizabeth sucked my tongue. I nibbled on her
lips, licked them, and they seemed to swell with passion.

I felt Elizabeth press her crotch against my cast. She murmured with
pleasure and pressed again, harder. I slipped my hand into her
panties, massaging and squeezing her. In slow, easy waves, Elizabeth
rubbed herself against my leg.

“This is heaven,” she whispered.

She stripped off her panties, and when I started to get up, she said,
“No, don’t move.” She snuggled against me again. Her pussy flashed a
bright pink – now I knew where the term “hot pink” came from – and
her clitoris stood out, wet and slick with her arousal. She dipped
her fingers into her lovehold and gave me a taste, letting me suck
her fingers clean.

Furiously now, Elizabeth began to hump my cast, jerking her hips up
and down, rubbing her love juice over me, grinding her clit into my
leg. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open in concentration. She
was panting, and her voice was a steady sing-song of passion.

A powerful orgasm soon shook her entire body. She gave a small
scream, her legs quivering. She twitched and pushed her spasming
pussy against my cast. “Oh, that’s so good,” she said. Later, after
she had gotten her breath back, she murmured, “Thank you.”

Since returning from the ski trip, Elizabeth has come over to my
place several times – and it is amazing how creative that girl is
with a cast!

–

When I broke my right leg after being up at the resort for only a few
days, I thought the good times were finished. But after a day or
two, when all that was left of the skiing accident was my leg in a
cast, I started to get friendly with Elizabeth. Sleek and slender
with long auburn hair and cat-green eyes, she had the kind of boobs
that made my mouth go dry. Her ski sweater filled to over-flowing.

Everyone was out on the slopes, and Elizabeth and I were in my room,
laying in front of the fire. Elizabeth had her head nestled on my
shoulder and one leg over my cast. I inhaled the fragrance from her
hair, then I started to kiss her throat and her ear. She moaned
softly.

I slid my hand in the back of her sweater and slowly started to rub
her back. Elizabeth sighed and snuggled closer. I explored her silky
mouth with my tongue; when I found a sensitive spot, she responded
with a little shiver. Elizabeth sucked my tongue. I nibbled on her
lips, licked them, and they seemed to swell with passion.

I felt Elizabeth press her crotch against my cast. She murmured with
pleasure and pressed again, harder. I slipped my hand into her
panties, massaging and squeezing her. In slow, easy waves, Elizabeth
rubbed herself against my leg.

“This is heaven,” she whispered.

She stripped off her panties, and when I started to get up, she said,
“No, don’t move.” She snuggled against me again. Her pussy flashed a
bright pink – now I knew where the term “hot pink” came from – and
her clitoris stood out, wet and slick with her arousal. She dipped
her fingers into her lovehold and gave me a taste, letting me suck
her fingers clean.

Furiously now, Elizabeth began to hump my cast, jerking her hips up
and down, rubbing her love juice over me, grinding her clit into my
leg. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open in concentration. She
was panting, and her voice was a steady sing-song of passion.

A powerful orgasm soon shook her entire body. She gave a small
scream, her legs quivering. She twitched and pushed her spasming
pussy against my cast. “Oh, that’s so good,” she said. Later, after
she had gotten her breath back, she murmured, “Thank you.”

Since returning from the ski trip, Elizabeth has come over to my
place several times – and it is amazing how creative that girl is
with a cast!

–

“John,” she said hesitantly, “I’m going to do it.”

My heart jumped in my chest. Even after two weeks of discussion my
feelings still weren’t clear. With a dry mouth I asked, “Okay. What can I
do?”, knowing full well there wasn’t anything.

But she managed to surprise me. “You can be there with me. I talked to
Amy and she says it’s fine. She says you’re cute.” she added with a nervous
titter.

“Um, right. Why do you want me there? I though you-”

“I’d like you with me for moral support.” she said quietly, “I know
what I said, and I do want to do it very much. I’d just like you with me.”

My head was spinning. “This is nuts!” I said giddily.

“Life usually is.” she answered philisophically. “Well, do you want
to? You always told me it was your favorite fantasy…” she teased.

I had to laugh. “Fantasy’s one thing. This is real life, though. I…
okay. When are we getting together?”

“Tomorrow around lunch. I thought we’d spend the day together and get
more comfortable with each other.”

“All right.” I sighed. We made plans to meet at a resturant at noon
the next day and said our goodbyes. I was sweating when I hung up the
phone.

I didn’t know if I was going to be able to handle this or not.

Some folks are more open minded than others. I always thought I was,
myself, but then rarely was my open-mindedness brought to the test. Debbie
and Amy worked together in the same office and had known each other for a
long time. As long as Debbie had known me, at least. Debbie had also known
that Amy was bisexual. What she hadn’t known was that Amy had been
attracted to her almost from the start. Two weeks ago, over a private
lunch, Amy finally broke down and told her. Later that evening I recieved a
very agitated phone call.

“I-I didn’t know what to say.” Debbie had told me. “I never had a
woman look me straight in the eye and tell me she wanted to sleep with me
before!”

“Calm down…” I said reassuringly. “It’s all right. What did you tell
her?”

“Well,” she said slowly, “I told her I didn’t know what to say. I
didn’t want to hurt her feelings so I didn’t turn her down on the spot.”

“But you are going to tell her no.. aren’t you?”

There was a very long pause on the phone before she answered. “I don’t
know.”

“You don’t know?” I repeated, quite astounded.

“No.” She said. Another pause. “I’ve known her for a couple years.
Some… sometimes I kinda wondered what it would be like. With her.”

I swallowed hard. I couldn’t believe it! I was getting jealous of
another woman! Debbie and I had been lovers for over a year and neither one
of us had gone to bed with anyone else. I had never had the slightest
inkling of this secret desire before.

However, one of the things that had kept us together was mutual
supportiveness and not interfering in the other’s decisions. I sighed,
“Well, it’s up to you. You think you want to do this?”

“I don’t know.” She repeated. “I think I might. Just once.”

“All right.” I said, trying to ignore the feelings churning inside of
me.

There was a lot of talking over the two weeks that followed. Every
night I wondered if she had done it yet, but refused to allow myself to
press her on the subject. During each phone conversation, though, it
eventually came across that she was still undecided.

Why was I upset? Though we were lovers, we had no formal agreements
between us. We liked it that way, because we stayed together out of
preference. But we were perfectly free to do what we wished with whomever
we wished. This was the first time this agreement had been put to the
test.

Perhaps it was my ego. I began to wonder if I had been a good enough
lover, if I was somehow inadequete. But when I had voiced these concerns to
Debbie she just laughed and told me it had nothing to do with that at all.
It was just a matter of curiosity.

The morning of our get-together, a Saturday, dawned bright and warm. I
hadn’t slept much the previous night and awoke bleary eyed and stumbling. I
was nervous and maybe a little excited. Lots of guys had fantasies about
being with two women at once, but for most it remained a fantasy. Being
actually faced with the reality was something entirely different. But
despite my misgivings I decided I was going to go through with it. For
Debbie.

But upon reflection I decided I was doing it for myself as well.

We met for lunch at a small resturant over by her place. Debbie and
Amy were together by the door waiting for me. Debbie was dressed in a loose
cotton shirt and tan shorts, showing off her nicely toned legs. She wore
her long blonde hair loosely about her shoulders. She was beautiful and I
wanted her on the spot.

Amy was a brunette, wearing a tank top and fairly tight jeans, which
showed her curves nicely. She didn’t wear a bra, and her nipples poked
through the thin fabric, distracting my attention. Debbie noticed and
frowned, so I tried to keep my eyes to myself. Not an easy task, believe
me. I opened the door and ushered them in.

Lunch was nice but conversation was sparse. I think we were all a
little nervous and uptight about things. For the most part we stuck to safe
topics, like terrorist bombings and the possibility of Iraq getting the
bomb. I don’t even remember what we ate but it wasn’t a lot.

Afterwards we decided to go over to Debbie’s apartment because she had
the nicest place. It was still early afternoon so I put a movie on her VCR
and we sat on the couch together, watching it and not saying much of
anything. After the show was over I finally announced “This isn’t working.
We need to get more comfortable with each other.”

“I have an idea.” Amy spoke up. “Let’s adjourn to the hot tub for a
while. At least we’ll relax.”

Good idea. We went into different rooms and switched into bathing
suits. When I came out I saw Debbie wearing her usual green and white one
piece but Amy had borrowed that red string bikini that Debbie had never
quite gotten the nerve to wear. The effect was quite spectacular, as Amy
was more buxom than Deb and the fabric strained to hold her up, but I made
a point of not looking too thoroughly or Deb would start fuming again. But
I did notice her stealing more than one glance at Amy herself as we walked
down to the hot tub at the center of the complex. Maybe this was working
after all…

Apparently everybody else was busy because the pool area was deserted.
Fine by me. Debbie stepped into the tub and just sat down but Amy lowered
herself into the steaming water with a grace I had to admire. I just jumped
in with a splash and aggravated squeals from the others. Amy remarked, “I
guess some people never grow up…”

Debbie replied, “Yeah, but I’ve had a year to get used to it.” I
smiled and said nothing. A good general knows enough not to push matters
when he’s outnumbered.

Eventually the heat and afternoon sun made us a little drowsy and
relaxed. Eventually we started talking. Amy talked about how she had been
attracted to Debbie for a long time but was afraid to say anything for fear
of ruining a good friendship. Some people treated gays and bisexuals like
lepers and it took her a long time to trust Deb enough to open up finally.
Then Debbie said she had always been a little curious about bisexuality,
and wondered what it was like to feel a woman’s touch. She even admitted
that she was feeling a definite attraction towards Amy, and seeing her in
that bikini was a definite turn-on.

I admitted to my original misgivings, and confessed to a little
jealousy at first. Debbie pushed me good-naturedly. “You dummy. I’m not
about to leave you for another girl or guy! I think it’d do us both some
good to loosen up a bit, though.” Reluctantly I agreed. The intimacy of the
situation was beginning to turn me on as well, though. I ran my foot up
Debbies leg playfully. I felt something strange and looked down to see Amy
was doing the same to Deb’s other leg. Both girls smiled at me as if I’d
just discovered a guilty secret. My heart gave a small leap and my cock
became hard almost at once. I was shocked by the strength and immediacy of
my reaction.

For a while we all played footsie under the water. At one point Amy
ran her foot all the way up to my crotch and against the front of my
swimsuit, feeling my still erect penis. She smiled knowingly as she
caressed it several times with her foot before taking it back. I looked at
Debbie and didn’t see any more jealousy in her eyes, but rather smouldering
passion. This hot tub was getting hotter by the minute.

Deb moved over by Amy and touched her, under the water. Amy responded
and I watched as they caressed each other, slowly, sensuously. I watched in
amazement as Deb’s hand slid down Amy’s back and slipped into the rear of
her bikini bottom to caress her ass underneath. Amy was returning the favor
as best she could with Deb’s one-piece. They moved closer together and
their mouths met and I cleared my throat loudly.

Both girls looked at me as if shaken from a dream. I said, “I really
hate to interrupt but we ARE in direct view of about 40 different
apartments out here…”

Debbie back off across the tub so fast she slipped and would have gone
under if I hadn’t caught her. Amy was looking around wildly trying to spot
any faces in the windows. They were both blushing bright red and I didn’t
blame them. It was about time we got out, anyway.

We toweled off on the concrete, maintaining careful decorum all the
while, and dripped our way back to Debbie’s apartment. On the landing, Amy
said, “You know, I’ve been thinking, is there really any need to change
back to our clothes?”

Of course I didn’t get it right off, and said, “We can’t wear these
suits in the house. What will we wear?” Amy stared at me until the meaning
sunk in. “Oh.”

We piled in through the door and Deb and I headed for the master bath
while Amy made for the spare. In the master bathroom we peeled our suits
off and jumped in the shower together, washing each other. I ran my soapy
hands up and down her slick body and she moaned in pleasure. “Excited?” I
asked.

“Yessss…” she replied in a breathy voice. Then she rinsed off and
she sopaed me up, taking a little extra time at my cock, which stood
straight out stiff as a board. Then she rubbed up against me, her hard pink
nipples brushing my chest as my slippery cock pressed against her lower
belly. We held each other like that for a moment before we broke and
showered the rest of the soap away.

As we dried ourselves I took advantage of our last private moment and
asked, “How are you feeling about all this?”

She paused for a moment, reflecting. “I… don’t know. Back in the tub
I shocked myself. The attraction was incredible! I’d never felt like that
before… except with you.” She hesitated, blushing. “But now that we’re
alone together I feel… intimidated again. I’m so glad you’re here to
share this.” She threw her arms around me in a ferocious hug. I hugged her
back, enjoying the affection. It was a very special and tender moment, and
I’ll always remember it.

Finally we had dallied long enough. Suits and towels were hung up and
we stood at the door, nude, ready to go out and face whatever there was to
face. Debbie swallowed hard and nodded, and I opened the door.

I poked my head out but the hall was empty. I walked out carefully,
feeling as naked as I was, wondering where the hell Amy went. Deb followed
close behind, hands on my shoulders, using me to hide behind. People can be
so damn silly sometimes, and I had to smile at the though. We both almost
jumped out of our birthday suits when a familiar voice rang out from the
bedroom at the end of the hall. “There you are! I was beginning to wonder
if you’d gone on without me.”

Amy stepped out into the hall and leaned against the doorway, her hand
on one bare hip, smiling. True to her word, she too was nude. Those
magnificent breasts hung gorgeously free, large pink nipples begging to be
touched and caressed. She kept herself in good shape, and it showed in her
well toned form. The dark triangle of her pubic hair was a sharp contrast
to her light skin, making her seem somehow more naked as if that were
possible. I took her in from head to toe unabashedly, and she did the same
to me. This girl was definitely not shy anymore.

Deb was still hiding behind me, peeking over my shoulder. I reached
back and put an arm around her to bring her out beside me. The time for
modesty was long past. Amy sized her up with a definitely aroused gleam in
her eye. Deb was almost shrinking away from her, though. I realized that,
unlike the tub scene, this was not spontaneous, and and she had had time to
think about things and the warring impulses scared her. With my hand on her
shoulder I felt her starting to shiver. This was not going well.

Amy apparently reached the same comclusion as I did. She walked
towards us, hips swaying seductively, and took each of us by the hand. In a
low, seductive voice, she said, “Let’s go in the bedroom and get
comfortable with each other.”

We sat down on Deb’s big double bed, Deb and I at the head while Amy
settled at the foot, her legs folded under her in a classic pose. Her skin
seemed to glow in the dim light from the bedstand lamp. I was more
concerned about Debbie, though. She was still shivering under my arm and
her muscles were tensed, like a frightened doe getting ready to bolt. I
didn’t even think about what I did next. I moved behind her and placed my
hands on her shoulders and began kneading the muscles with strong, slow
strokes. After a moment she closed her eyes and leaned back against me,
letting out a huge sigh. The shivering stopped.

Quietly the three of us talked, not saying anything important, as I
massaged and stroked and caressed Deb on her shoulders, back, and sides. I
was careful to avoid touching anything overtly sexual, as I was intent on
relaxation, not excitement.

Finally I moved back to the side of the bed and let Debbie lay against
a pillow. She silently thanked me with half-lidded eyes. Whatever was to
happen next, it was up to Amy. Much as it bothered me, this was something I
couldn’t do.

Amy knelt at Deb’s feet and took one of her hands. She held it in both
of hers, gently caressing it. After a moment she slid her hands up Deb’s
arm, slowly, deliberately, letting her get used to another woman’s touch.
“How does that feel?” she asked in a voice that was almost a whisper.

“Gooooood…” Debbie sighed, revelling in the sensation.

Amy’s hands moved up to caress her neck, then her face. Debbie closed
her eyes in a smile of pure pleasure, tilting her head up as Amy brushed
under her chin. Then Amy leaned forward and planted a small, gentle kiss on
her cheek. Deb let a small moan escape.

Then Amy moved her hands downward, stroking her shoulders, and her
sides. Then up Deb’s belly to her breasts. She cupped one in each hand and
massaged them very gently, rubbing her thumbs across her erect nipples.
Debbie let out a surprised gasp and arched her back under Amy’s touch. “Oh
Goddd…”

This was by far the most erotic thing I had ever seen in my life and
my penis jutted stiffly up from my lap. I touched it gently with my
fingers, enjoying the sensations I was feeling down there as well.

Amy moved her hands down further, down Deb’s belly and sides, over the
gentle curve of her hips and down the length of her thighs. Then back up
again, this time running over her golden fur. Deb’s legs parted like water
and her hips thrusted upwards at the touch.

Amy leaned forward again, and this time kissed Debbie full on the
mouth. Her lips lingered, and I saw them part as her tongue darted out and
between Debbie’s lips. This turned into a deep, passionate french kiss as
Debbie wrapped her arms around Amy, crushing her to her.

They moved down on the bed, Amy lying on top, and their arms and legs
intertwined in a fluid tango of passion. Deb’s breath was coming in little
gasps as Amy moved her mouth downward, briefly tracing her collarbone and
over the curve of her right breast. She circled her tongue around the hard
pink nipple before taking it in her mouth and gently sucking it between her
teeth. Debbie arched her back again and let out a loud groan as she slid
her hands down Amy’s back and gripped her ass tightly.

Amy worked on the one breast for a moment, then switched to the other
one as Deb’s moans and gasps became more frantic. I was actively stroking
myself, keeping myself just below the threshold of orgasm. If I wasn’t very
careful, I would ejaculate and probably shower them both. The last thing I
wanted to do was interrupt things now.

Amy was moving again, down Deb’s belly in a series of licks and small
kisses. She ran her tongue through Deb’s golden bush, tracing a little
circle and then moving straight down between her thighs, deep into the
cleft of her pussy.

Debbie’s moans became cries as she thrust her pelvis up and down, but
gently so as not to interrupt what Amy was doing. She put a hand to her
mouth to stifle herself but it was a losing battle as her movements became
more and more frantic and her cries got louder.

Finally her hips arched as high as they could possibly go and she
almost screamed “Oh God, I’m cominggggg…” through her hand as every
muscle locked in ultimate pleasure. For a long, long moment it lasted
before she finally came down, panting like a marathon runner. Tears were
running freely down her cheeks.

Amy planted a last, gentle kiss on Deb’s quivering pussy and then
crawled back up to lay face to face with her, arms wrapped around each
other like long-time lovers. And they rested.

After a moment I moved to snuggle up on Deb’s other side. My raging
erection pressed against her hip and she stroked it indifferently.

How did I feel at the moment? Jealous. I just watched my girlfriend
get the fuck of her life from another woman, in a way I could never do.
Sure, I could do the same things but it wouldn’t be the same. I felt very
inadequete. It didn’t help that I was exceedingly horny and Debbie seemed
quite fucked out for the night. She took her hand off my cock and caressed
Amy’s breast, feeling its texture and weight. She explored the nipple,
which grew hard under her touch as Amy looked on.

Then Debbie sighed contentedly. “My God. I never thought it would be
this intense. This was something I think I really needed.” She wiped at the
still damp tears on her cheeks. “Jeez, I’m crying…” She said in quiet
amazement.

My cock had wilted at the feelings that were raging inside me.
Watching their girlfriend make love with another woman was a fantasy of
many men, including me, or so I thought. But I was now feeling jealous and
hurt and a little betrayed. I might not have hurt so bad except more than
once I had heard Deb moan “I love you!” in the heat of her passion. I began
to worry she might even leave me for this woman.

Debbie whispered something I didn’t catch in Amy’s ear and she nodded
silently. They lay together a moment longer, savoring the warmth, and then
Amy leaned up on her elbow and caught my eye.

“Wanna play?”

Shocked, my breath caught in my throat. I glanced down at Debbie and
she was looking at me. In her eyes I saw only love and not the slightest
trace of jealousy. Instantly I felt ashamed of myself. I struggled with
myself for a long moment and finally decided “Sure.”

Amy got up and walked around the bed to perch on my side. I lay back
as she caressed my chest in slow, silken movements. The hand moved down my
belly and toyed with my pubic hair. She said softly, “The first time I saw
you erect I was amazed at how big you were. Debbie’s been selfish, keeping
you all to herself so long…” Amy bent down to my stiffening penis and
placed it in her mouth, slowly working it with her tongue. Within a moment
I was completely hard again.

Now, I am not bragging when I say I am big. It’s just the truth. Many
women had discovered this with delight, but it has had a couple of problems
as well. Oral sex is one. Most women could only get their mouths about
halfway down its length, and usually their jaw muscles tired out long
before I was able to come. As a result I never had enjoyed receiving oral
sex that much.

But Amy managed to change that.

I watched in quiet astonishment as Amy slowly lowered her mouth on my
cock, inch by agonizing inch, until her nose was buried in my pubic hair.
For a long moment she held it there as I savored the feeling of my entire
cock in her mouth before she let it out. Then she plunged it in again,
flicking her tongue across the underside as she went. The feeling was
incredible.

I looked over and saw that Debbie was watching me with half-lidded
eyes. She placed a hand on my chest and slowly caressed it. Amy continued
plunging my cock deep into her mouth as I stroked her hair gently. I could
feel the pleasant pressure building at the base of my cock and I made her
stop.

I pulled her up on top of me and kissed her deeply, our tongues
intertwining in our mouths. My hands explored her back and sides, grabbing
her ass tightly as she thrust her hips against my cock. I traced my mouth
lightly along her jawline and down to the hollow of her throat as she
tilted her head back to allow me freer access. I encountered a hand on the
way down to her breast and saw that Deb was already fondling her, rubbing
her thumb across the hardening nipple. I sucked her other nipple instead.

Amy’s breath was rapidly quickening into throaty moans at our touches.
Her hips were grinding against mine in slow, sinuous rhythem. My hand
glided down over her ass and between her thighs to stroke her wet pussy.
Her moans became much louder as her whole body jerked in time with my
caresses.

Finally she could stand it no longer. She moved forward and lowered
herself on my throbbing cock. She was so wet that I slid in in one long,
wet movement to bury myself deep into her body. Deb was sitting up in a
crosslegged position beside us and stroking us both as Amy and I thrust our
hips together. Her movements quickly became frantic as her moans turned
into cries, loud and sharp.

I came first. My whole cock became electrified with pleasure and my
hips arched up hard enough to raise her off the bed, ramming my cock as
deep as possible as the pleasure exploded, pumping my seed deep into her
body.

She came a bare second later, as my orgasm pushed her over the edge.
Her nails dug deep into my shoulders as every muscle locked tight with a
sharp scream.

An endless, timeless moment as we both froze, sharing a pleasure that
overwhelmed all else and transcended ourselves. For that brief, awesomely
beautiful moment, we were as one. Then slowly, slowly we relaxed as Amy
lowered herself on top of me. Deb laid her head on Amy’s back, still slowly
stroking her.

We lay together for a long time, enjoying the warm, loving afterglow.
Amy moved off of me and I had a woman on each side. Debbie kissed me and
said softly, “That was a scene of consummate beauty. And I wasn’t jealous.”
I kissed her back. Then I kissed Amy for good measure.

Eventually exhaustion overtook us and we slept, arms still around each
other…

The next morning was a little awkward, but not very. We had spent the
night, not havign sex, but making love, and it had left its mark upon us. I
found myself caring for both of these women, and felt no jealously when
they exchanged a long kiss. I no longer felt shut out, because there was
love enough to go around. For all of us.

Amy left a little while later after breakfast. We all exchanged hugs
and Deb and I watched arm in arm as Amy got into her car and drove off.
Back inside, Deb gave me another hug that lasted for a long, long time. “I
love you.” she whispered against my chest. “I love you both.”

We all had busy schedules, so opportunities to get together were rare.
I slept with them seperately sometimes, and sometimes they slept together
without me. But it was by far the best when the three of us all got
together, and often our lovemaking sessions lasted through the night and we
greeted the dawn with bleary eyes and satiated bodies. As love affairs went
it was surely unique.

Eventually we all went our seperate ways. Amy moved to Seattle and
eventually married. I hoped her husband had an open mind. Deb still lives
in town and we sometimes get together for coffee. Not often, because she is
concentrating on her career and has very little free time.

As for myself, I get by. There’s been other women since, but I still
miss the warmth and tenderness we three had shared. I can only hope I will
find something like that again someday.

I was really scared and tried to back away from him but he was too
strong. He kissed me tenderly and his warm hands clung to my ass. I didn’t
know what to do. I tried to break away but his probing tongue was very
insistent. He slipped his tongue between my lips and toyed with my tongue,
kissing me deeply. My arms were locked around his neck, making me very
vulnerable. His hands clung to me, sliding smoothly over the soft back of my
dress. Being on the high heels, I was always a little off-balance and Paul
used that, forcing me to hang on to him or else I would fall.

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.