Archive-title: Jane

The temperature was at least 100 degrees that day and everyone was hot.

Jane was especially hot because she was dressed in a blouse, skirt, and

stockings. She carried a leather brief case and headed for work. She lived

alone and slept alone. When I say alone, I mean ALONE. No clothes! Little

did she know that wearing no bra and underwear would be so sensuous and

revealing. Sweat poured from her every gland and she was thoroughly

satisfied. When she entered her building she was hit with cold air which

shocked her. She causally entered the elevator, which was empty.

It wasn’t until now that she realized her blouse stuck to her, fully

exposing her breasts and nipples which were fully erect. This excited her

so much, she had to stick her hand down her stockings and feel her wet,

slick, pussy. The elevator stopped at the fifth floor, even though she was

going to the tenth floor. A tall, dark haired man walked in, dressed in a

business suit. He caught glimpse of her sweat-soaked shirt and smiled.

She knew he was becoming hard, and she enjoyed it totally, by licking her

teeth to make it worse. She then, as it hit the tenth floor, dropped her

briefcase in front of her. She bent over to pick it up, sticking her ass

way in the air showing it off.

She felt his hard cock, fully dressed, push against her tight, wet ass.

If the door hadn’t opened, they would have gone further. She smiled at him

and he smiled back. Then she exited the elevator.

Jane walked down the hall to a door which read: “Hosmon & Williams Law.”

She entered, and walked past the reception desk, where the secretary, who

was on the phone, nodded at her. Jane walked to the other end of the room

and walked into the door on the right.

Her office was large and beautifully decorated. She wiped her forehead

and went to the desk. She put the briefcase on the desk, opened it up and

sat, back, enjoying and air conditioning.

Then an idea came to her head and she leapt up. She undid her belt and

dropped her skirt, took off her panties, stockings and shoes, and sat down,

with only a blouse on, which was soaked to the nipple. She took out her

papers, and started to write when her phone rung.

“A Mr. T. Smith is here to see you. May he enter?”

She had to think for a second, looking at her bare pussy. Tim was a very

sexy man, who worked out and had light blond hair.

“Send him in…”

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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

“Sure, why not?” she said.

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m Jill,” she said.

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

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

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

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

“Yah,” he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Finally, he said “Want a back rub?”

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

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

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

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

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

When she uses it, a woman
should cease to kiss her lover
and simply hold the lock.
Courtesans are adept at Vadavaka,
and it’s a speciality with ladies from Andhra(*).

*The South-Eastern state of India.

>From The Medieval Texts:
———————–

When lovers, with legs stretched rigid
and feet caressing feet,
make love according to their hearts’ desire,
“tantra” scholars call it “Sampada” (Equal Feet)
and agree it is a way to ecstasy.

Stiff as a pole in the bed’s center,
she lies making love,
cooing and warbling like a woodpigeon,
the jewel of her clitoris well-polished:
this is Mausala” (the Pestle).

When she lies on her back
with her two thighs pressed tightly together
and you make love to her,
keeping your thighs outside hers,
it is “Gramya” (the Rustic).

If, encircling and trapping
her thighs with yours,
you grip so hard that she cries out in pain,
it is “Ratipasha” (Love’s Noose),
a device most charming to the ladies.

Her limbs, entwined in yours
like tendrils of fragrant jasmine creeper,
draw taut and slowly relax
in the gentle rhythm of linga and yoni:
this is “Lataveshta” (the Clinging Creeper).

She draws her limbs together,
clasping her knees tightly to her breasts,
her yoni, like an opening bud,
offered up for pleasure:
this is known as “Mukula” (the Bud).

When she draws up her knees
and you clamp yours about her raised thighs,
trapping them in a tight knot
while riding saddle upon her buttocks
and kissing her, it is “Shankha” (the Couch).

—————————————————–
Sitting Positions:
—————–

Seated, mouth to mouth,
arms against arms, thighs against thighs:
this is “Kaurma” The Tortoise).
If the lovers’ thighs, still joined, are raised,
it is “Paravartita” (Turning).

If within the cave of her thighs
you sit rotating your hips like a black bee,
it is “Markata” (The Monkey).
And if, in this pose, you turn away from her,
it is “Marditaka” (Crushing Spices).

She sits with raised thighs,
her feet placed either side of your waist;
“linga” (penis) enters “yoni” (vagina);
you rain hard blows upon her body:
this is “Kshudgaga” (Striking).

When your wife sits
with both knees drawn tight to her body
and you mirror this posture,
it is known to experts in the art of love
as “Yugmapada” (The Foot Yoke).

…End of the part2. To be continued..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the very few who actually *creates* the magic.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

another about once a week in these times.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

on a day-to-day basis.

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

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

…End of the part1. To be continued..

by Sean Devon

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I could feel her smiling
I smiled for years

You stand out on the porch in front of your remote farmhouse,
wondering how long it will be before the lights are restored, banishing
the night again for a bit. A quick breeze toys with your hair and your
skirt. You shiver slightly at the chill running down your spine, and
cross your arms over your breasts.

Off in the distance, now, you see the headlights of an approaching
car. You feel the tension creep over you as the driver picks his way
down the poorly-maintained road that leads nowhere but to you. Alone
tonight, your retired parents in town for dinner with friends, where
they will spend the night, and you are aware of your vulnerability.

A low roll of thunder distracts you, as it crawls over you slowly,
reminding you of the incredible power of nature’s display, making its
way across the flat countryside in the night.

You can hear the car’s engine now. It purrs quietly, revealing a
pent-up power that provides a counterpoint to the uncontrolled energy of
the storm on the horizon. A flash of lightning illuminates the vehicle,
and you note that it is a fine European make, black as the night, with
nobody within but the driver, whose features you cannot yet make out.

Turning the final corner, the car stops in front of you, the engine
goes silent, and the lights go dark. You hear the door open and another
flash of lightning lets you at last see the stranger’s face. Something
inside you cries out, and you feel your knees go to jelly at the sight.
He is everything that has ever attracted you — finely-styled black
hair, a proud but not arrogant face, piercing grey eyes. Eyes that are
directed straight at you, and which you can feel boring through you,
even in that scant instant of light.

Footsteps in the gravel. A rich, low voice, “Hello, miss. Could
you help me, please?” You feel a fluttering in your gut at the sound,
and your throat seems constricted as hard as a rock.

“Sure, uhm, what do you need?” you finally force out. You feel the
porch move slightly as he pulls himself up the stairs by the hand rail.
His footsteps on the plain decking of the porch are hard, rapping, and
you want them to come closer to you.

“I am lost. Between the storm and the map that I have, I took a
bad turn a while back and now have no idea at all where I am.” His
speech carries a faint, aristocratic accent. Still the fluttering
inside you continues, and you can see his shadowy outline against the
blackness beyond the house.

“Oh, okay… Come on inside. I’ve got a map.” You turn and open
the door, going into the house. It is even darker in here, if that were
possible, and he hesitates at the doorway.

“Can you turn on a light?”

“Oh — sorry. The storm knocked out the lights. I think I’ve got
a flashlight around here someplace. Okay?”

“Sure. I’ll wait here. Don’t want to trip over a lamp or
whatever, you know.” You can practically hear his smile.

“Yeah, uhm, I’ll be right back.” You make your way into the
kitchen, where the flashlight is kept in a drawer. Turning it on, you
retrace your steps, squinting slightly in the relative brightness of the
beam.

As you return to the front room, he advances into the house and
closes the door behind him. “Much better,” he says approvingly. “Now I
can see.” His eyes are drinking you in, and you feel a quiver pass
through you, wondering at the true meaning of his words.

Setting the flashlight down on the coffee table, you pull open the
drawer in the end table to retrieve the promised map. “Here, have a
seat,” you say, motioning at the sofa. You sit beside him and spread
the map before you.

This close to him, you can smell the sharp tang of his aftershave
and feel the warmth emanating from him. You point out some landmarks to
him on the map.

“Ah, yes, I see now. I went wrong here,” he says, and points at a
highway intersection miles away.

“And you’re here, now,” you say. A startlingly brilliant flash of
lightning makes you jump, and the instant reply of thunder booms between
your ears with a voice of unstoppable strength. You hear sheets of rain
hit the house almost immediately.

Recovering, you point out the place on the map to him again. Your
finger is trembling, and you look at him. He is smiling at your
reaction to the storm. “Caught me by surprise,” you say, returning the
smile.

“Same here. Well, I suppose I should be off now. Thank you very
much…”
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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

influence.”

“Didn’t he win that triathlon last year?” asked Lydia, whom up to this moment sat

idly by listening to the gossip as if it was the latest rerun of “Seinfeld.”

“He is a hard drinker, yet he is a health nut! Make up your minds,” demanded

Dianne in mock anger.

“Well, he is a hypocrite in a certain sense. He has been married four times. Each

wife was high spirited, intelligent, and unforgiving. His first wife was a

lawyer. She wanted to change him. His second wife was a doctor. She wanted to

settle down and have a family. His third wife caught him cheating on her with her

own sister.”

“His wife’s sister? How tacky,” blurted Ron

“And his fourth wife?” asked Dianne.

“Back on the prowl again, Di? Thought you were going with that beefcake soldier

boy? What’s his name, Biff?” stabbed Ron, with his searing, highbrow sarcasm.

“No, his name was Bill,” she replied, licking her lips suggestively, thus causing

Ronald to head off to his office, after he announced: “Well, I must go prepare

for my 10:00.” She was sure old Ronny had a severe crush on her and she did

everything she possibly could to frustrate the poor bugger.

Once, out of sheer boredom she let the old man watch her through the partially

open door to her office from the hallway as she changed into her jogging outfit.

She found that changing in her office saved her some extra time before doing her

daily exercise routine. Moreover, it drove Ronald mad with desire every time he

watched her from his window as she bounced her way down the front steps. She

still smirked every time she thought about how he reacted as she once burst

through the door and bumped into him, making sure her hand clumsily boinked him

in the groin. She had often wondered just how exactly well built he was in the

sex department. However, she never planned on finding out by sleeping with him

because she couldn’t even stand being next to him, let alone stand the thought of

being under him.

“Is he still married?” Dianne asked, trying a different approach.

“His fourth wife died of natural causes. I think it was Cancer.”

“Oh. That’s sad. Do you know if he has a girlfriend yet?”

“For crying out loud, Dianne. You haven’t even met him yet.”

“What?” she asked indignantly. “What’s wrong with wanting to get to know your

colleagues?”

…End of the part2. To be continued..

what I heard not many have turned you down,” chuckled Ron.

“Oh shut up, Ron! You’re such a gossip.”

Lydia strode into the lounge gracefully and was greeted by a bitchy Dianne and a

nosy Ron. If they couldn’t tell she was glowing, then nobody could.

***

“Here?” she asked.

“Why not? It’s a good a place as any. Don’t you think?” he said.

He slid down her body and pushed her onto the desk. Her dress allowed his hands

to rip off her panties savagely.

“Oh, God.”

“Mmm, nope, I am not a god. Have you become religious lately?” He slipped a

finger inside of her.

“Don’t be such a wise ass,” she said. “Yes, that’s it right there. Shit, that

feels so good.”

“You mean here?” he chuckled sucking her lips into his mouth. Her coral sex was

wet with arousal and his saliva gleamed on the pouting lips. She could feel the

intricate pattern of his oral ministrations effect her. She was so close.

“Yes! Don’t ever stop,” she moaned. Janine was almost there. Her whole body was

tense. Her breast’s heaved with passion causing them to jiggle in each response

to his lovemaking. With each swipe of his tongue on her clitoris her whole body

jerked in a spasm of pleasure.

“Hmm? I have to get going, love,” he said leaving her at the edge of release.

“What? NOW?”

“Yes, I do have to teach classes every once and awhile.” He grinned.

“YOU bastard!”

“Later, perhaps?” he smiled.

“Yes,” she admitted.

“Later, love.” He kissed her softly as he broke away from her clutching embrace.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

black man to not strike him again.

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

make the mistake of disobeying it.”

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

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

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

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

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

the waist.

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

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

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

remembered her punishment only a few short hours ago.

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

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

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

remember.

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

Jerome ordered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

the pretty middle aged wife.

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

and locked her hands around her small precious ankles.

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

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

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

…End of the part19. To be continued..

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..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

investigate the “errors”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the gavel.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

taken to what the guards called orientation immediately.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

chest heaving

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

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

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

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

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

NAMES! ARE YOU STILL WITH ME, KAREN?”

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

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

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

off the cuffs, please.”

Guard: “yes madam”

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

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

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

SIDE! Got it?

Karen nods yes

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

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

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

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

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

“OK…MOVE!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

breathing still more heavily

Peter sat on the edge of the bed as Janis scooted between his legs. Garolynn
rested her chin on one or Peter’s knees as Janis began working on Peter’s
crotch. She raised his flaccid cock and began to lick and suck on his balls,
slowly stroking the flaccid cock up and down. Garolynn watched Janis’s tongue
lick Peter’s balls and sweep down toward his asshole. She sucked in one of
his balls at a time making slurping sounds as she did so. Garolynn watched as
Peter’s cock began to gorge itself with blood and become hard. She had never
watched someone give a blow job in real life and she had never closely watched
a man’s cock turn from a flaccid penis to a hardon. She was beginning to get
turned on. She could feel the fluids start flowing in her pussy. She
reminded herself that she was watching and not participating. She looked at
Peter’s eyes as he watched Janis move her tongue up his now hard cock and
begin licking the head of his penis. She noticed the look of enjoyment that
he had and determined she would what she could to keep such a look on his
face. She thought back on their first meeting that day and how they had
quickly become such good friends, the three of them.

Janis was sucking on Peter’s cock now. Janis enjoyed sucking Peter’s cock.
It wasn’t too big, six or seven inches at the most and she didn’t have too
much trouble taking the whole thing in her mouth. She thought about the man
she had seen in the movie they had been to. She could never have taken a dick
that big in her mouth. Peter’s cock was becoming harder now and she noticed
that he was beginning to breath a little faster. She licked the head of his
penis and looked up at him watching her give him a blow job. She glanced at
Garolynn who was watching her intently. She had never done any of the things
that had happened over the last two days and was amazed that she could
willingly do any of this. As Peter’s cock became harder, she knew he was
about ready to cum. She could feel the juices flowing in her cunt as she
became excited, wanting him to cum in her mouth. She like the taste of his
cum and she like pleasing him. She liked Garolynn too, and was excited that
the friendships had worked out this way. She began sucking harder on Peter’s
cock, anticipating his cumming. Peter was breathing quickly now and his cock
was rock hard. She knew an explosion was imminent. “Aaahhhh,” Peter sighed
as he lay back on the bed. Sperm leapt into her mouth as his cock began
throbbing. There wasn’t much jism left to coat her mouth as Peter had already
cum three times during the night, but she enjoyed what his cock could feed
her. She swallowed his cum and kept sucking on his swollen member as it grew
soft in her mouth. “Oh, that was great, Janis,” Peter whispered. “You give a
great blow job.” She looked up at Peter with a grin and turned toward
Garolynn. Garolynn’s mouth met hers and they kissed in a long slow kiss.
Garolynn’ tongue was exploring Janis’s mouth, seeking out some of Peter’s cum
for her own taste. As their lips parted, Janis was a bit taken back. She had
never kissed another woman like that and didn’t know what to think about her
apparent involuntary return of her kiss.

“You are an expert,” Garolynn said as she licked her lips where some of
Peter’s cum had rubbed off from Janis’s mouth. “Where did you learn to do
that?” “My first husband,” Janis replied. “He made me suck his cock right
after we were married. He liked to get sucked off and we would practice a
lot. His sperm tasted way different that Peter’s. When I got divorced, I
dated several men. Sometimes I would suck them off rather than fuck them. I
found that most men like to be sucked off and if I swallowed the sperm, they
appreciated it more. I’m no expert, but I suppose I have sucked 3 or 4
different men off over the last several years. I have gotten to where I
really enjoy sucking men off, albeit some men’s sperm taste far better than
others.” “My, that’s quite a summary of your sex life,” replied Garolynn.
“Well, we’re all friends here, aren’t we?” asked Janis. “At least I hope so
as we have each played with the other’s sexual fantasies here for the last
couple of hours.” “My husband was not nearly as sexually oriented as your
first husband, I guess,” said Garolynn. “He fucked me about once a week but
would never consider oral sex. He thought it was dirty, or something. Since
our divorce, I have had some experience with other men, but not in the oral
department, like you Janis. I have had men please me orally, but that was a
new experience just a few years ago. I have sucked on men’s cocks but,
believe it or not, Peter was the first person to cum in my mouth just this
afternoon. I was surprised by the amount of cum and the taste, although I
must admit, Peter, it didn’t taste as bad as I thought it would. But then
Janis says everybody is different, so maybe I started at the top of the taste
pile,” she giggled. “I have never made love to a woman before today and
really had negative feelings about it. However, while I would not say it is
my preference, I enjoyed making love to you Janis. You are a treat to watch
when you are cumming. I knew that was you this afternoon, but I couldn’t be
sure until you came tonight. I wish I could get into it that well. When I
cum, its good, don’t get me wrong; but when you cum, your whole body is in it.
Its like you are in some other world. And Peter, you are a great partner.

When the phone rang, Garolynn jumped from the bed. “Hello,” she said. “Thank
you.” “That was the wakeup call. Its 6:30.” The three of them looked at
each other’s naked bodies. All of a sudden, they all began kissing one
another. “Thank you for a very wonderful evening, ladies,” Peter said to both
the women. “And thank you too,” they both chimed in almost simultaneoulsly.
The girls both giggled and Peter began laughing. He reached up and stroked
Garolynn’s tits, “Those are mighty fine mammaries,” he joked. “Big or small,”
as he squeezed Janis’s nipples, “I like them all.” “Can we do this again?” he
asked. “Well, we’ve got tonight and tomorrow night,” giggled Garolynn. “I’ll
look for another movie,” laughed Janis.

“Well, I better get out of here and get my clothes changed, shower and do all
that man stuff, before breakfast. Lets discuss this a little later. We have
to be careful for Janis because there are a lot of people here that know her
husband. You can probably approach her more easily than I can Garolynn, but I
have to be extra careful,” said Peter. “Please do,” said Janis. “I don’t
want a divorce or any other problems.” “OK, OK, you two. Janis and I can
become friends and no one will be the wiser. If any moves have to be made,
I’ll make them and people will just think you and I are screwing around with
one another.” laughed Garolynn. “OK, see you all at the meeting,” Peter said
slipping on his shoes.
…End of the part6. To be continued..

Allen had always been a good friend of hers, but she had preferred to keep
it at a friendship level. When mutual financial circumstances had made
sharing an apartment seem like a very good idea, she had proclaimed to the
rafters that the ONLY thing they would share would be the bills. Allen had
agreed good-naturedly, as usual. For six months and more, it worked out just
fine. They respected each other’s privacy, always one managing to find
something to do elsewhere when the other brought home a date, etc. They grew
closer, almost like brother and sister. Consummating this relationship almost
seemed like breaking a taboo.
But happy-go-lucky Allen had never noticed the sidelong looks Janet
sometimes snuck at him. At the curves of his well-muscled chest and the bulge
in the tight fitting jeans he sometimes wore. To put it nicely, he was built
like a brick shithouse. And she was sure she had caught him looking at her
the same way more than once, though he always pretended to be looking at
something else instead. But no words were ever said about them, that barrier
never breached.
But now old shit-for-brains was out of her life for good. And she lay in
the darkness empty, lonely, and horny as hell.
She tossed and turned on top of the covers in the stifling heat, clad only
in panties and a long T-shirt. Her mind tossed and turned even more
violently, tormented by her aching need for a man and the maddening closeness
of one. And the fear of disrupting a fine friendship.
The need won. She sat up on and slowly pulled her T-shirt off. Her nipples
were fully erect and incredibly sensitive. The cotton fabric of the T-shirt
felt like sandpaper against them. She got up and pulled her panties off,
which joined the shirt in a pile at the foot of the bed. Completely nude, she
felt curiously free. The warm, stifling air in the room seemed to caress her
sensuously, exciting her all the more. Squaring her shoulders and biting her
lip, she gathered up all her courage and started for the door.
Dear roomie, she thought wryly, you’re in for one hell of a surprise.

She opened the door to Allen’s room slowly, careful of the squeaky hinge
at the bottom. She peered in.
Moonlight spilled across the bed from the open window at the far end of
the room. It was cooler here, but still quite warm. Allen lay on his back, a
sheet rumpled around his hips. He had stopped snoring, his breathing deep and
regular, as he deeply slept.
She crossed the room to his bedside, horrendously aware of her nakedness,
and feeling more than a little foolish. Stop this right now, her rational
mind ordered, go back to bed immediately before you embarass yourself beyond
all recall.
But the itch spoke with a much louder voice.
She knelt by his bed and placed a gentle hand on his arm. Softly she
whispered his name into his ear. No response. Dead to the world, as usual.
Not that she could blame him. He worked in construction, and that was very
hard work indeed.
She ran a hand along his arm, feeling the muscles there. Her gaze traveled
to the sheet. A sudden, mischevious thought occured to her, one that she
wouldn’t have even considered in the rational light of day. She grabbed the
sheet by one corner, and slowly pulled it down.
As she suspected, he wasn’t wearing shorts.
She gazed in silent wonder at his penis, laying to one side in its black,
curly tuft of pubic hair. It was… sizable, as she has always suspected from
the everpresent bulge he sported even when wearing loose pants. Hung, to put
it crudely. Even before she thought of it, she reached out to touch it.
She fondled it gently, feeling its limp weight. Allen remained oblivious,
fortunately. If he awoke right now, he’d explode, she thought. Then she
banished that thought to the back of her mind, where it belonged.
And then all thoughts dissapeared momentarily as his penis began to
stiffen in her hand.
She jerked back and watched in silent amazement as it grew, slowly,
jerkily straightening from its curved position to lay flat and hard against
his belly, pulsing slightly.
Wow, she thought, gazing upon the magnificent sight.
She listened to his breathing for a long moment until she convinced
herself he was still asleep. It was as if her need had somehow affected him
even in his sleep. She had fondled men’s penises before while they slept, but
this was the first time she had suceeded in getting a rise out of one.
Horrible joke, she thought giddly to herself as she reached for it again.
He was hard all right, hard as a rock. Almost absently she ran her thumb
along the smooth, silky shaft and she wondered what it must be like to carry
all of one’s equipment on the outside. With such easy access, no wonder men
were so horny all the time. She was certain she would be.
Allen had a magnificent cock, easily larger and heavier than her old
boyfriend’s. If he denied this to her, she would probably never be able to
sleep again. After all, it was the eighties. It was perfectly all right for
friends to have sex if they wanted to. And oh God, how she wanted to…
A low quiet moan escaped Allen’s lips, startling her out of her reverie.
His hips shifted slightly, then lay to rest again. Every instinct screamed
for her to get out, but she was rooted to the spot. No way could she leave
now. If she wanted any sleep tonight, she would have to finish what she
started. If he woke up, so be it. She was sure he wouldn’t object too
strenuously now. She hoped.
She shifted her grip on his cock lower down and leaned across his hips,
bringing her face closer. She stared at it for a moment and then stuck her
tongue out, touching the tip gently.
She knew from past experience with other men that a teasing touch would
jolt him, and probably awaken him as well. So she swirled her tongue around
the head of his cock, keeping full contact. She heard him moan again and then
sigh. Around and around she swirled her tongue, feeling the roughness on top
of the head, and the smoothness below. She ran it slowly along the smooth
hardness of the shaft, down almost to the base then back you again. She could
feel slight movement beneath her, as his hips began to move up and down in
slow rhythm.
She ran her free hand down her own stomach, to the mass of her pube, and
placed a finger up against the swollen knob of her clitoris, slowly stroking
it. At the same time, she plunged his cock into her mouth as deep as it would
go.
It filled her mouth completely, with a fair portion of its length left to
go. Her other hand cupped his balls, and she could feel them tighten as she
pulled the cock out of her mouth, sucking gently. Again and again she plunged
it in, and now she could feel definite movement beneath her as his hips began
slowly pumping. She heard his breathing grow rapid, though he was still
wrapped deep within his dreams.
The itch, prodded by her manual stimulation, quickly grew into a tingling
then into a fire. Waves of sheer pleasure radiated from her groin and washed
over all parts of her body. Her nipples were electric, and she had to
suppress a gasp whenever they rubbed against the bed or his body.
His rapid breathing became low moans, and his hips moved more violently as
she suddenly detected a slight salty taste in her mouth. It won’t be long
now, she thought deleriously to herself, giving in to the raw, primal
sensations flooding her body.
His subconcious moans became gasps and she felt his balls clench in her
hand. His hips raised and locked as a long, half-stifled groan escaped him. A
fraction of a second later a huge amount of fluid shot into her mouth, which
she swallowed immediately. At the same time the fire in her crotch roared and
exploded once, twice, three times in a rapid succession that would have left
her gasping for breath had her mouth not already been occupied. She was very
glad she was already kneeling, as all strength had left her legs.
Slowly, Allen’s body relaxed as Janet drew back and leaned against the
bed, shivering almost uncontrollably. She was drenched in sweat. It was very
rarely she came twice like that, and three times was almost unthinkable. Her
whole body tingled and she knew her muscles would ache tomorrow. Small
price to pay for such an incredible experience.
She looked up, fully expecting Allen to be looking back at her, but to her
total astonishment, the big dummy was still asleep! Her anger was quickly
smother by bubbling laughter, which she quickly stifled. It would be a shame
to wake him now.
His breathing had returned to its previous monotonous regularity, and his
erection was just beginning to fade. She leaned over one last time and gently
kissed it just below the head. Then she pulled the sheet back over his hips
like she found it.
Her legs were still wobbly and it took three tries to stand up. Her heart
jackhammered in her chest and she suddenly felt very, very tired. At the door
she turned and looked back, seeing him still framed in the moonlight.
Goodnight, my love, she said silently, if you’re this good now, what will it
be like when you’re awake?
She almost laughed at this, knowing full well that she had done everything
herself. But next time, though, next time…
Back in her room, she pulled the T-shirt on and collapsed on top of the
bed, exhausted. Contentedly she snuggled into her pillow and fell alseep
almost instantly, dreaming very pleasant dreams indeed.
The itch troubled her no more, though it soon would again.

Early next morning, she padded around the house bleary-eyed in her robe.
Allen emerged from his bedroom just as breakfast was ready, as usual. This
time, though, she felt no irritation about it. He was already dressed, as he
would have to leave for work as soon as he was finished. He seemed even
cheerier than usual, and fell to his breakfast with gusto, asking for seconds
and thirds. Finally he was in danger of being late when he got up from the
table. He grabbed his jacket and kissed her a quick peck on the cheek. Though
hurried, he paused at the open door for a second.
“You know,” he said, seemingly puzzled, “I had the damndest dream last
night.”
Then he pulled the door shut behind him, totally missing the smile she
wore…

I don’t know how to tell him (or if I should tell him) about the rest. About now

the Chief comes back in with a tray with some coffee cups & cookies on it. He

sets it down turns to me and says, “Unless you still have something to bet, I

expect we’re through.” Luckily I’m still blushing or the flush I could feel would

have given something away. This has definitely gotten out of hand. J, with great

ceremony, returns my shirt, which I put on while we eat our cookies and drink the

coffee. J and The Chief go to the living room. I follow, and sit v-e-r-y

carefully (J only gave back the shirt). After the cookies are gone and J is

making the “I’m on my way out” motions, he stops and asks me what time dinner is

on Friday. “Seven,” I stammer. “That would be wonderful,” he says. He gathers up

his winnings, returns my tights to me, kisses me on the cheek and saying goodbye

to the Chief, leaves. “Well you surely know how to spice up a low stakes card

game.” The Chief tells me as we go up to bed. “You don’t know the half of it!” I

think to myself. Anyway, I didn’t hear from J until Wednesday. He called me

during the day and wanted to know if we were still on for Friday. I could feel

myself redden. I duck my own embarrassment by answering only the question he

asks. I reply that sure, we’re on or something like that. As I sit there

listening to him, I’m breathing faster, becoming anxious, and at the same time,

becoming quite horny. I’ve been putting this out of my mind as if I couldn’t

quite believe that he’d appear or that anything would happen. His voice disturbs

that. While I’m dealing with these emotions, he tells me quietly that I don’t

have to have him come over. Not sure how to react, I heard myself tell him that

it was fine. Taking a deep breath, I tell him that I always pay off my debts.

He said something then. I was sufficiently distracted that I’m not sure of the

exact wording, but he says, “You don’t do this because you lose a bet. If you

want me to come over, it should be because you want me to, not because you have

to.” Well, that messed up my head. I actually hear myself telling him that I

want him to come over. A part of it is that it seems like cheating to just duck

out on my bet. A part of me really wants to know what J would want from a sexual

slave, other than the obvious. I also realize a part of me is anxious to have it

happen. Time seems to hang still. I imagine myself parading around in front of

him with nothing on; I imagine his desire as he watches me; I get horny in

anticipation of the way his gaze will make me feel. I realize on a conscious

level that I want this to happen to me. I realize that I want to have this

experience. He asks me if seven is still good. I told him yes. He then asked me

if I remembered how I was supposed to answer the door. I knew what he meant. I

told him yes. He told me, “O.K. It’s a date,” and said goodbye. I stood there

holding the phone for a long moment.

The Chief went off on his trip. I spent Friday seeing that the house was clean.

I changed the sheets on our bed even though it wasn’t the normal day. At 5 in

the afternoon, I took a long bath with scented bath oil. I did my hair and all

of the other things I’d do before something important. when I was done, I put on

a lose robe and went down stairs. I started dinner about six. My mind spun

between visions of being savagely (well passionately) taken repeatedly on my

living room floor, and a terribly sophisticated dinner during which I just

happened to be nude. I had everything more or less ready at about quarter of

seven. That’s when I took off the robe. I’d been horny all afternoon, horny and

…End of the part4. To be continued..

“Hey,” said a boy in the second row “what do we call you?” “I’m Miss Flock” I told him. He had on jeans that puddled around his ankles, a t-shirt with a big green marijuana leaf on it, and a red ball cap turned sideways. “Nah,” he said “what’s your first name?” I was a bit stunned, and reacted from pure instinct. “I don’t have one as far as you’re concerned Mister . .?” “Fisher,” he said “Jerry Fisher-but everybody calls me Fish.” His mouth was open, and his hair hung over his eyes beneath the brim of his cap. “I’m not everybody, so I’ll call you Mister Fisher,” I answered “and take off that hat, please.” I think it was only surprise that made him do it.

People think teachers haven’t got ears. Students will talk, even while other teachers are present, and they don’t seem to understand how much of what they talk about makes it back to the staff room. During my first year I gained a reputation as a fierce disciplinarian, but a parallel reputation for being fair and for working things through. I didn’t hesitate to give detentions, which surprised and appalled a lot of parents and brought me into a lot of conflict both with them and with the school administration. But I stood my ground, sacrificed my time, and gradually the parents came to know me as the teacher who could get the best work out of their kids. Almost all their kids.

For my part, I settled into school life like I’d been born to it, and for five years I taught high school English and History. I was satisfied and doing useful work. Eventually I got used to the loneliness too.

It wasn’t that I didn’t get offers. In the first couple of years every straight male teacher (and one I wasn’t certain about) and a couple of the gay female ones made me offers. I always felt awkward turning them down. My fling with Tennisball and the discomfort of sharing classes with her after it all came apart (after I broke it apart), or of seeing her around and the misery it brought on, were still pretty fresh to me. I cautiously accepted a few invitations, had second dates with a few men; turned down all the women.

It wasn’t that I was “denying my gay self” or something. I just didn’t feel anything for them. It was that “plain toast, no jam” feeling. Not that I got anything much from dating the few men I spent time with. I took a couple of them home; actually saw one man for several months. We had sex, and it was terrific overall, but eventually the whole relationship came down to sex. There wasn’t anything else. So I thanked him and said goodbye. It wasn’t quite that simple-I wound up sleeping with him occasionally for nearly a year before I decided it was doing me more harm than good.

Once again I said goodbye, and once again he was nice about it. We talked by phone occasionally, but I wasn’t very encouraging, and eventually the phone went silent too. I spent a lot of time working out or reading, and slowly got used to being alone. Then something happened that made my tiny flickering flame roar up and consume me.

At the beginning of the fifth year I worked at the school, I arrived early, masturbated quickly (it had become something of a habit), and walked into the classroom from my little office, which smelt less like smoke and more like sandalwood nowadays.
…End of the part2. 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..

“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..

by Sean Devon

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I could feel her smiling
I smiled for years

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

fancies grinning like a Cheshire cat in heat.

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

Janine Sloane.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did I come at a bad time?”

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

“I bet.”

“What do you want Mac?” she asked.

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

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

around his sinister smile were making her feel woozy.

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

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

“We will catch up later, perhaps?”

“Maybe.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…End of the part4. To be continued..

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

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

again.

“Hello?” she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

poor girl had a crush on someone.

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

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

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

do.”

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

fine,” proclaimed Dianne.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Charlotte was having on her.

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

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

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

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

sexual intent.

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

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

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

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

…End of the part12. To be continued..

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..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

that walks through my door. Is that understood ?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

between the two antagonists.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

her soft body against his muscular frame.

…End of the part4. To be continued..

From perched upon her rock up high
the ever watchful Lorelei
was forced to give a moral gasp
on seeing Hermann swimming past.

She looked askance and flicked her hair
“Mein Gott”, she thought, “what have we here?”,
her eyesight needed no correction
when she espied his large erection.

Her limbs now seized with expectation
her thoughts now filled with delectation,
she rose serenely from her rock
and fantasized about his cock.

Too long it was since that young sailor
one night had managed to assail her.
By moonlight was she thus deflowered,
his cock most ravishly devoured.

She’d so enjoyed the feel of lust
As matelot his buttocks thrust.
Since then occasions passed her by,
the chance her female charm to ply.

But now she left her lofty perch
her reputation she’d besmirch,
for years she’d sat upon that rock
her tits squeezed tight in that old frock.

And standing now upon the bank
she saw young Hermann in mid-wank,
by now her mouth was salivating
as she watched him masturbating.

“What joy” she thought, “some sex at last!”
when just that moment did walk past
a young man, tight in lederhosen,
was he just camp, or was he posing?

The Lorelei in her vexation
now turned her thoughts to conversation,
she quickly recognised the scene
that now obtained with this young queen.

And Hermann’s eyes she must avert
from gazing on this young pervert,
whose mincing gait and manner queer
was almost more than she could bear.

But words they did now all escape her
that might deter her idol’s suitor,
for now young Hermann, so aroused,
had seen this young man in the crowd.

And turned his gaze in his direction
one flipper raised to show affection.
The young man, who was most excited,
rushed to the water, once invited.

His clothes torn off, and in a heap,
he plunged into the river deep,
then in a swirling sea of foam
in Hermann’s mouth his cock drove home.

Now mermen, though they often see men
have little chance of tasting semen,
which caused our Hermann jubilation
when young man had ejaculation.

And shot his spunk so white and thick
from his now rock-hard, throbbing dick.
That he might savour the full taste
the merman not a drop did waste.

But soon this scene of lust aquatic
which really had been most erotic,
was drawing to its natural close,
as young man left to find his clothes.

Which made poor Hermann rather sad,
he’d really fallen for the lad.
“Gott in Himmel, what a dish,
and much more fun than all this fish!”

Poor Lorelei had been deprived
of what she’d hoped would be her prize,
it had not been her lucky day
she’d picked a merman who was gay!

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put the glass in her hand and gave her his simple command, “Finish your drink..”

Anna needed both of her trembling hands to grasp the glass. Closing her eyes she

brought the glass to her lips. Just as the rim of the glass touched her lips she

felt the tips of the menacing fingers touch the leg openings of her white lace

panties. “Oh God No…..” escaped from her lips.

Anna heard the squeals of delight as the seated black continued to caress her

upper thighs.

Anna continued to firmly grasp the glass containing the mind numbing lubricant.

She sucked down another large swig of the brown fluid.

“I asked if you liked a black man’s hand on your legs Anna ?” Jerome asked again.

Through her tear stained eyes Anna shook her head from side to side but could not

speak.

Jerome rose from his chair. He walked around to the front of his desk and stood

facing his sobbing assistant. He pried the empty whiskey glass from her hands

and put it on the desk. Standing in front of Anna he let the back of his hands

softly caress the outside of her white satin blouse. He smiled….. her nipples

were hard.

Her lips trembled as Anna tried to form words to alleviate her terrifying

predicament. She envisioned herself standing between two muscular black men as

they fondled and groped her virgin white body. She had always loathed black men

yet………………the probing black fingers were coated with her dew. The

fingers found the red welts of her punishment and gently scraped the red flesh.

The gentle touch against the hot welt brought another gasp of pleasure from the

tormented wife. Her nipples were painfully hard as her black superior was

casually rubbing the back of his hands against the sensitive orbs of pleasure.

Anna felt the first button being pushed through the small opening. She lowered

her face and looked at the strong black hands as they carefully unbuttoned the

second……and the third…… and the fourth buttons. The stark contrast of

the black fingers as they manipulated the white pearl buttons on the background

of the white satin material of her blouse. The absolute contrast between the

black skin and her pure body made her tight hole excrete more feminine moisture

into the gently caressing black fingers hidden beneath her skirt.

Jerome gently pulled the tails of her blouse from her skirt. Anna tightened her

smooth stomach allowing the soft cloth to be extracted. Once the blouse was free

she felt Jerome’s strong hands cup her breasts. The half bra pushed up the

underside of her slightly drooping flesh; and when the front hook was dislodged

the 36C flesh fell forward into Jeromes waiting hands. His finger and thumb

squeezed the hard nipples and brought another grasp from her lips.

…End of the part11. To be continued..

morning.

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

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

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

decidedly on edge.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

white law firm of Wright & Wright.

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

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

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

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

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

on Mr. Bettis anything his little black heart desired.

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

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

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

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

dribble.

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

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

of any law firm in the country.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

slightest measure of arousal.

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

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

investigate the “errors”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the gavel.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

taken to what the guards called orientation immediately.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

chest heaving

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

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

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

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

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

NAMES! ARE YOU STILL WITH ME, KAREN?”

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

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

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

off the cuffs, please.”

Guard: “yes madam”

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

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

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

SIDE! Got it?

Karen nods yes

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

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

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

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

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

“OK…MOVE!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

breathing still more heavily

I don’t know how to tell him (or if I should tell him) about the rest. About now

the Chief comes back in with a tray with some coffee cups & cookies on it. He

sets it down turns to me and says, “Unless you still have something to bet, I

expect we’re through.” Luckily I’m still blushing or the flush I could feel would

have given something away. This has definitely gotten out of hand. J, with great

ceremony, returns my shirt, which I put on while we eat our cookies and drink the

coffee. J and The Chief go to the living room. I follow, and sit v-e-r-y

carefully (J only gave back the shirt). After the cookies are gone and J is

making the “I’m on my way out” motions, he stops and asks me what time dinner is

on Friday. “Seven,” I stammer. “That would be wonderful,” he says. He gathers up

his winnings, returns my tights to me, kisses me on the cheek and saying goodbye

to the Chief, leaves. “Well you surely know how to spice up a low stakes card

game.” The Chief tells me as we go up to bed. “You don’t know the half of it!” I

think to myself. Anyway, I didn’t hear from J until Wednesday. He called me

during the day and wanted to know if we were still on for Friday. I could feel

myself redden. I duck my own embarrassment by answering only the question he

asks. I reply that sure, we’re on or something like that. As I sit there

listening to him, I’m breathing faster, becoming anxious, and at the same time,

becoming quite horny. I’ve been putting this out of my mind as if I couldn’t

quite believe that he’d appear or that anything would happen. His voice disturbs

that. While I’m dealing with these emotions, he tells me quietly that I don’t

have to have him come over. Not sure how to react, I heard myself tell him that

it was fine. Taking a deep breath, I tell him that I always pay off my debts.

He said something then. I was sufficiently distracted that I’m not sure of the

exact wording, but he says, “You don’t do this because you lose a bet. If you

want me to come over, it should be because you want me to, not because you have

to.” Well, that messed up my head. I actually hear myself telling him that I

want him to come over. A part of it is that it seems like cheating to just duck

out on my bet. A part of me really wants to know what J would want from a sexual

slave, other than the obvious. I also realize a part of me is anxious to have it

happen. Time seems to hang still. I imagine myself parading around in front of

him with nothing on; I imagine his desire as he watches me; I get horny in

anticipation of the way his gaze will make me feel. I realize on a conscious

level that I want this to happen to me. I realize that I want to have this

experience. He asks me if seven is still good. I told him yes. He then asked me

if I remembered how I was supposed to answer the door. I knew what he meant. I

told him yes. He told me, “O.K. It’s a date,” and said goodbye. I stood there

holding the phone for a long moment.

The Chief went off on his trip. I spent Friday seeing that the house was clean.

I changed the sheets on our bed even though it wasn’t the normal day. At 5 in

the afternoon, I took a long bath with scented bath oil. I did my hair and all

of the other things I’d do before something important. when I was done, I put on

a lose robe and went down stairs. I started dinner about six. My mind spun

between visions of being savagely (well passionately) taken repeatedly on my

living room floor, and a terribly sophisticated dinner during which I just

happened to be nude. I had everything more or less ready at about quarter of

seven. That’s when I took off the robe. I’d been horny all afternoon, horny and

…End of the part4. To be continued..

town next weekend and that I’ll cook dinner for him, dressed this way on next

Friday night. The Chief wants to know what he gets if he wins. I tell the Chief

that he can pick a night for dinner and I’ll cook him what he wants dressed the

same way. The Chief considers this for a moment and decides that’s fair. J wants

to know what else comes with dinner. I swear it just jumped out. I hadn’t

thought of this prior to that moment. I told J that I’d go down on him for

desert.

The Chief started laughing again. “Just how many Aces do you have in that hand?”

He chortled. J piled my shirt up on the pot and said, “That seems more than

fair.” The bastard had drawn a third card to his pair. The Chief later told me

that I blushed all the way down to my nipples. How did the Chief react? Mostly

amused. He knows that even if I do something really outlandish, I’m just looking

for attention, not upset with him. Without going into details, I’ve done things

in the past that would show him that it’s him I love and am devoted to, even if I

do things that raise the odd eyebrow. One of my, still unfulfilled, fantasies is

to have The Chief be cross when I do something really beyond the pale and that he

will take me over his knee, spank me, force me to go down on him, and then take

me, without letting me get completely undressed. So, anyway, I’m here blushing

and the Chief gets up and goes into the kitchen for something to drink. J can’t

decide whether to be horrified or terribly pleased with himself. Finally, he asks

me, “Do I just get one dessert?” Well, that did it. I told him, only one, unless

he wants to try for a double or nothing. I suggest he can stay the weekend or

have me come to his house if he wins and I’m off the hook if I win. He cuts the

cards and shoves the deck at me. I pull up a 10. He pulls out a queen. Now, I’m

a firm believer in the law of averages. I know the odds on losing a high card

cut are the same each time you do it. I also know in the long run they average

out. The Chief is still in the kitchen. I can hear the ice maker running. Want

to try again? I asked J. His eyes bug out just a touch. He glances at the

kitchen door and the Chief is still too far away to hear us. I say, I’ve agreed

to stay like this all weekend and to go down on him. What would he want to try

double or nothing again? He gets this odd look on his face and says, “I’ve always

wanted a totally obedient sexual slave. Become that for the weekend if I win and

you’re off the hook if you win.” Now, I don’t claim to be quoting exactly. It as

late. I was tired, and I was certainly distracted myself. I shuffled the cards

and held them out to him. He drew a card and grinned. He showed me a Jack of

diamonds. I felt a sudden flush go through me. I could feel myself get moist and

the feeling that was somewhere between arousal and panic came over me. I picked a

card. I looked at it and found myself looking at an eight of diamonds. J

actually licked his lips for a moment. Before the Chief came back, J stared

straight into my eyes and said, “Be exactly like this waiting for me at 5:00 on

Friday. When I knock on the door, open it like this.”

So I’m sitting here at my dining room table. My shirt and tights are in the

chair next to J along with his other winnings. My bottom is slowly taking on the

pattern of the chair I’m sitting on because there’s nothing between me and it.

This has definitely not turned out the way I’d planned. I can’t believe I lost

both double or nothings. I went from cooking and serving a meal in the buff (OK,

and giving J a blow job for desert) to a whole weekend as a, how did he put it?

…End of the part3. 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..

Being a single man, all sorts of friends are always trying to fix me up.
One night I received a call from an old friend. His wife wanted to talk to
me.

Susan asked me I was interested in meeting a friend of her’s. She said that
she was attractive, tall and had huge boobs. I figured what the hell and said
yes.

There was a dance, at a local VFW hall the next week. Now,normally, this is
not the type of establishment that I frequent butI figured that if this is
where they wanted to go, I would go along and see what happened.

Once there, I was introduced to Mary. Mary was all that they said she was,
she was tall, about 5′ 9″, had an OK face but humongous boobs. She was also
wearing a very short, suede skirt. She had drop dead, long legs.

Things went OK and we were together until about 3 am, when we left and went
to our respective homes.

I have a job where I travel around the state and I happened to end up in
Mary’s town a few nights later. We were supposed to go out on a real date
the following Saturday but I figured I was close so I would call her.

She said to come over and we sat in her parlor talking. While we were
talking, she laid back on the couch and put her feet on my lap. She was
telling me that she was tired as she was on her feet all day.

I started to rub her feet and ever so slowly slid my hands up and down her
legs. She was wearing loose gym shorts and soon I was at the hem of the
shorts. I was trying to decide if I should go for it or not and figured,
all she can do is say no.

I slid my hand up under the shorts and was massaging her upper thighs. My
hands are not that big but I was still having a time of it as they were
restrained by the shorts.

She stopped me and said let me help you. She stood up and pulled her shorts
down. She was just wearing a pair of Calvin Klein panties.

I was sitting up on the couch and she stood on the couch and straddled my
face. While her crotch was right in front of me. She said do you have
anything to say to me?

I started kissing her crotch thru her panties and could feel her getting wet
or was it only my saliva. I was sticking my tongue in her slit thru her
panties.

I pulled the panties aside and was greeted by her hot cunt. I continued to
probe her with both my tongue and fingers and she was just about pulling my
ears off.

She started to shake, I knew she was cumming and then shot off into my mouth.
I had heard about this but had never had a woman shoot into my mouth.

She went very rigid and stood there for a moment. She then looked down at
me and said “it’s my turn to have some fun. She slid down the couch and was
soon on her knees in front of me.

She undid my belt and pulled down my pants. Since I down,t wear underwear,
I was exposed to her.

She grabbed ny dick at the base and was holding it with both hands,it’s not
that big but this is what she did anyway. She stared to lick up and down
the sides of my dick and every so often would just go at the head and suck as
hard as she could on the head.

While she was running her tongue up and down my dick, I decided that it was
time to see how big her boobs really were. She was been wearing a sweatshirt
to go along with the shorts so it was hard to tell.

I pulled the sweatshirt over her head and was greeted by a HUGE set of boobs.
I later found that they were 36 Ds. I unclasped her bra and she let if fall
to the floor.

While she was sucking my dick I was having a grand time playing with her boobs.
She had really huge nipples and when they got fully excited they were about
1/2 inch high.

She stopped sucking my dick and said that men always went for her tits. She
then said that she had a trick that men liked and proceeded to wrap her tits
around my dick.

She had gotten some pussy juice and between that and my saliva, she had no
trouble sliding my dick between her tits. She said that men liked to fuck
her tits.

She had her hands on the side of her tits and was pushing them up and down on
my dick. I told her that I could not take much of this and she said that she
could tell.

I told her to watch out and she pulled her head back. I let go with a huge
stream of cum that went up in the air about a foot and then fell all over her
tits.

She grabbed my cum and rubbed it around her nipples and then took my dick and
also rubbed that around them too. She then grabbed her right tit and
proceeded to lick all the cum off it and then did the same with the other
one.

She saw that my dick had gotten soft and said, “we can’t have that”and sucked
all the cum off my dick and then washed my balls with her tongue.

We decided to go back top the bed room where it was more comfortable. We
both got undressed and fell onto the bed. I went down on her again and was
lapping at her cunt.

She had a very large clit and I was pulling on it with my tongue and lips,
it appeared to drive her wild. She locked her legs around my head and I had
trouble breathing.

While I was doing this, I was also slipping my middle finger up her butt.
She was bouncing all over the bed, even more so when I started slipping her
my finger. I then put another finger in her cunt. This drove her even
crazier.

She said she loved it, having two dicks in her at once. She kept slamming
herself on my fingers and then asked me to put two fingers up her ass.

I did this and off she went again. She said that she needed something bigger
up her ass and asked me if I went in for that. Little did she know that this
was my favorite way.

She got down on all fours and said there was a tube of flavored jelly in the
drawer under the bed. I smeared some of this on my dick and her butt and was
just about ready to slip it to her.

She stopped me and said that she wanted to get something else. I didn’t know
what she was going to do so I said sure. She got up and went into the
bathroom and came back with a 6 inch dildo. She said she was ready and I
started to put my dick in her ass.

I noticed that she had swallowed the dildo and while I was giving it to her
up the ass, she was sucking on the dildo.

Her ass was so tight, aren’t they all, unless they had a million in their
ass? I don’t have a big dick, it’s only about 6 inches when angry and was
able to slip the whole length in after a time. My balls were slapping on her
cheeks.

I was pounding away at her and she sucking on the dick like it was real.
The thought of fucking someone while they blow another guy has always been a
fantasy of mine and I soon lost it up her ass.

I came again, not much as I had only cum about 15 minutes earlier and as
she felt me cumming, she made the muscles in her ass tighten and locked me in.

I collapsed on top of her but she wanted more. She pulled my dick out of her
ass and started sucking me again. I only had one other woman do this before.
She soon had me hard enough to fuck her and she sat on my dick.

She was fucking me from above and at the same time she was kissing her
nipples until she collapsed on top of me.

She said later that she always wanted to try it with two dicks for real and
was I interested? Not one to look a good thing in the mouth, I said sure.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I hear you gasp in response.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sadly, reality seems to be returning.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I can think of nothing to say.

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

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

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

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

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

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

–

Hearing the buzzer, I ran downstairs to let her in. I hadn’t seen her
for almost a month. We had talked on the phone a few times, but one
thought coursed through my mind: her back. She had promised me her
back. Well, I could only use my hands, but that would be enough.

We went to my room and closed the door. She lay face down on my couch
— and I began to massage her back through her T-shirt. Afraid to
make any unwanted advances, I sat beside the couch. She told me I
could sit on top of her and so I did, now reaching under the back of
her shirt to caress her soft skin. As I worked my way up her back, I
reached her bra-strap. I worked around it for a while, and then asked
if I could remove it. She nodded, and I unstrapped it.

Now having full access to her back, I kneaded the length of her spine
with my fingertips, progressing from tender caresses to vigorous
thrusts, up and down the length of her back. By now I had pushed her
shirt up to her shoulders. I took a bottle of massage oil off the
shelf and warned her that her shirt might get oily. She removed it
and placed it beneath her, barely covering her breasts.

I spread some oil on her back and then started to massage large
circles, warming her back with the motion. I could hear how her
breathing quickened at moments, but I said nothing. I massaged her
thoroughly — her spine, beneath her shoulder blades, her exposed
sides, the back of her neck.

Finally, my desire overcame my restraint. I asked her if I could lick
her back. She teased me, asking me if I really liked the taste of
oil. I asked again, and she said yes. I then licked her ever so
slowly, starting from the base of her spine, snaking up with the tip
of my tongue until I reached her neck, then slithering back down. I
did it again and again, each time faster; I could her gasp at the
moist pressure of my tongue. I kissed the whole area of her back
nibbling from the shoulders down to the waistline, even reaching
beneath the elastic of her sweatpants with my tongue. I began to lick
in sudden, hard strokes up her back with the flat of my tongue, and
her gasps escalated to moans. Still seated sbove her, I could feel
her pelvis squirm with each thrust of my tongue, but I held back. I
licked each arm, kissing inside her elbows, carressing her arms and
hands with my lips. I nibbled at her neck, licking closer and closer
to her face. I then tightened my knees around her waist and began to
lick up her spine again. By now I had been licking her back and arms
for almost half an hour. And this time when I neared her face, she
met me for a kiss…

–
Daniel Tunkelang (quixote@athena.mit.edu)

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!

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