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..

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

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

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

good idea.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

regret both mistakes.

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

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

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

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

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

Brenda formulated her plan and began putting it into action.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The trap was set….

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Anonymous”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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

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

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

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

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

“You read much horror?” I asked her.

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

“You read much horror?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I just barely breathed “very much.”

“Good.” She returned to her book.

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

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

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

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

“How have you been Greg?”
“Fine, and yourself?”
“Not bad, how’s study?”
“Ok, I’m dreading the exam results though…”
“Yes, me too.”
“I feel bad about one especially.”
“Oh, which one?”
“I think I’m gonna fail…” I started to cry. This was my final year
and I didn’t want to repeat any more topics.

I wasn’t crying that much, when I said: “I need some reasurance…”
and with a doubting voice added: “could you hold me for a while?”
“Sure.”
And over she came and sat down becide me. She put her arms
around me and we cuddled for a moment. It make me feel better.

Now, I am really attracted to Karen. She is really what I’m looking
for in a woman. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a gorgeous figure with
shapely hips. She was fit too. I bet those hips could really put
out. And she has joked about that in the past as well, though not
as crudely as I have just put it.

I was assured in less than 2 seconds of her saying “sure”. The hug
sort of turned me on. I had a hardon.

As we broke, she placed her hand on my pants to get balance and felt
something.

“Oo, what’s that?”
“Oh, sorry Karen, you gave me an erection with that hug.” I was
embarrased as hell.

“Can I see?”
“What the…” Now, I was shocked!! Karen has never mentioned this
sort of thing to me in the past. In fact, she cringes at the sight
of a males’ private parts saying that they spoil the illusion (she
attends Man Power night’s every chance she gets).

“Come on… show me.”
“Ok, ok, hang on.”

I couldn’t believe what I was doing, but I unziped my fly anyway.

Out it came. Just a little droopy, but still in good condition.
Before i could lift my head to look at her face, she dove for it!
I removed my hand from the base, and she swolled it whole.

“Jesus, what is she doing” I thought. “God, Greg, just go with the
flow, after all, it’s what you’ve always wanted, right?”

She put pressure on my penis and began to move her head up and down.
Down and up she went. Her toungue giving it a good lashing. She
removed her head and gave it a good pull with a tight grip. Oh, how
I wanted to fuck her badly. She then coated it with saliva and I was
reaching the point of no return. Faster and faser she moved her head.
I groaned and groaned. I was about to come when she lifted her head
and I came all over my stomach. Streams and streams came out, like I
have never seen before.

“Why did you do that?”
“No reason. I just did.”
“Shit, now I’ll have to wash it off. Can I use your shower please, it
went everywhere?”
“Sure, go right ahead.”

She had a smug look on her face as I took off my jumper and T-shirt.
I removed my shoes carefully not alowing any cum to get on my clean
jeans. I took off my jeans as I walked into the kitchen and on to the
bathroom. I turned on the shower and removed my undies.

“Jesus, what a mess. God, why couldn’t she have done this properly?”

The water washed the cum easily away.

“Karen, I’m just gonna take a proper shower, ok?”
“Ok” she said, her voice seamed like she was close.

I washed my hair and started on my lower body. Legs, arms, chest. There,
done. The hot water had made me horny again, but I remembered what
happened the last time, so it was fading.

“Oh, not again” I said.
“What?” cried Karen as she flung back the shower curtain fully naked.
Before I could answer, she was in the shower and had pushed me up
against the back wall. She lowered her body just a few inches and held
my dick up and pushed her stomach against it, rubbing a little. I
embraced her, knowing what would come next. She put her arms around
my neck and locked her legs around my waist still holding her stomach
tight against mine with my throbing cock between us. We kissed. I
moved the shower rose towards us, kepping the heat up and then I
turned around and pushed her up aginst the wall. I moved down and
rubbed my dick up and down her slowly. This continued for a few
minutes, then I said: “It’s time, I want to fuck you.” She nodded,
“I’m ready, fuck me now.”

I entered her. I could feel the satisfaction building. She maoned,
I groaned. We wanted more.

I decided on a better, more natural and comfortable position. After
all, the shower was a bit awkard. I thought of the bath tub. But
that was really small and I was a big boy as I thrusted once more.
“Quickly, the mat!” I exclaimed. Still inside her, we moved outside
of the shower, her legs still holding firm. I gently layed us down,
and we continued. She released her legs and arms and grabbed hold
of the corner of the bath with her right arm and the wash basin
drain pipe with her left. Her legs we flat on the floor and spread
apart. I wanted to fuck her right over to the other side of the house,
but she held firm. Thrust after thrust, I could feel the sperm bulding.
Finally, I unleashed my load into her continuing for a long as I could
afterwards. She orgasmed just after I did. Oh, that did feel good.
I’ve been wanting to do something like that to Karen for ages. Finally,
I had my reward, for it was fantastic.

We steped into the shower to wash the sweat off. Towelled off, and went
into the lounge where the gas space heater had been turned on.
We sat in the lounge facing the TV as I did before and she layed in
my arms. I was in heaven.

We fell asleep for almost 2 hours, not suprising after the sensious
exercise before hand. I awoke with a smile on my face and a hard no
on my dick. She could feel it too as she was resting her head on my
lower stomach. She must have seen it through the gap in the
shower robe I was wearing, after all, it was her’s.

She reached out for it and grabbed it. She then got up and led me to
middle of the floor about 6 feet from the heater, but still on the rug.
“Again!” she said, “I want to do it again.”
Without ANY hesitation I replied, “Yes!!”.
She let go and I undid my robe. She did the same, but erotically.
Under the robe, she moved one knee infront of the other and tilted her
hips. She put her hands on her hips and let the robe drop slowly.
“I don’t deserve this” I said to myself, by my man hood had other ideas.

She then kicked the robe back out of the way and dropped to the floor.
She got up on all fours and turned aound, exposing her arse to me.
Boy, this was a great arse, a little bigger than ususal, but I didn’t
care, more to hang onto.

I dropped to the floor onto all fours as well. I doggied on over to
her and came up slowly from behind. Her back arched with my intensions.
I stuck my toungue out and proceeded to lick her from the top of her
crack, all along her spine, to the nape of her neck. She shivered.
My cock grew harder with every lick, as when I neared her neck, it touched
her arse, but I didn’t want to go there, just a little lower was my
intension.

I moved my toungue toward her left breast. Then, back up and over to the
other. She shivered even more. So did I with anticipation.

It was time. I drew my toungue back and as I straightened up, I slid my
hands along side her body, from her breasts along her rib cage towards her
hips and finally to her arse. I then rubbed it in a clockwise direction
once, and proceeded to guide my cock into her wet pusy.

I held her hips and gently slid it in. Not all the way, we had to get
used to the new position. Out and in, in and out, slowly, until we had
the motion down pat. Then I stepped up the motion. Faster and faster I
thrusted into her cunt. Using my hands to really work her thighs up
against mine. The pounding of flesh really turned us on. We could have
done this for ages. Finally, mutual orgasm was iminient. We both
cummed like we never cummed before. Still fighting for pleasure, I,
again, continued for as long as I could, giving as much pleasure to my
partner as possible. I think I succeded. The pace eased and we broke.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Care to elaborate on that?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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…

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

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

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

“I see.” Said Tim.

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

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..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You are smiling.

I stop next to you and roll down the window.

“Where are you headed?”

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

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

“What’s your name?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Could we stop for a bit?” you ask.

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

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

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

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

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

I heard something on the beach below me and looked over the
railing of the deck. A beautiful lady in her early 30’s was dancing
by herself to the sounds coming from above. She was quite a good
dancer and obviously enjoying her solitary dancing, unaware that
anyone was watching. She moved and swayed to the sounds of “When A
Man Loves a Woman” by Percy Sledge, lost in her memories.

As the final strains of the classic faded, I said, “You dance
divinely, my dear.” She spun her head around, looking for the
speaker; startled. Then as she spun around, she looked up at me and
lost her balance, falling to the ground with a sharp cry of pain as
she twisted her ankle on the unsteady sand.

I ran down the steps to her side. “I am so sorry, I didn’t
mean to startle you,” I told her. “Are you alright?”

“NO, I twisted my damn ankle again,” she replied with a
grimace. “It’s not really your fault. I twisted it a few days ago
and should have known better than to dance on it so soon.”

“Can you walk on it?”

“I don’t think so… I need to put some ice on it.”

“Let me help you up to my apartment; I’ve got an ice pack you
can put on it. It’s the least I can do.”

She stood on her one good leg and put her arm around my
shoulder and tried to hop up the stairs. She was obviously hurting,
so I reached down and picked her up and carried her up the stairs.
She felt good in my arms and I enjoyed the feel of her breast against
my chest. I carried her inside and put her down on the couch; placed
her injured ankle on a pillow and went to get the ice pack.

When I came back, she put her good foot on the floor to give me
room to sit down and tend to her ankle. I gently placed the ice pack
on her foot and let my eyes rum up her bare legs to her cutoff blue
jean-covered crotch. Her legs were spread, and I could see a few
silky hairs peeking from the vee of her sex. I tried not to stare,
but I couldn’t help my self. My eyes traveled on up and I could see
she was not wearing a bra under her tight T-shirt. She was either
horny or cold, because her nipples were as hard as rocks, tenting the
fabric of her shirt. I looked on up into the most beautiful
eyes I had seen in a long, long time. She was smiling slightly.

“Did you enjoy the view?”

“Ah, uh, well, uh… would you like something to drink?” I
stammered, embarrassed at being caught being so obvious.

“Sure,” she replied with a mischievous grin. “Some white wine
would be nice if you have it.”

I stood to go to the kitchen and turned quickly to hide my
growing erection. In the kitchen I reached down and readjusted my
cock. “It ain’t gonna do you any good to get up, boy,” I told it
tersely. “This lady’s hurting and you ain’t got a chance to get any
tonight, so just calm down.” But, as always, he didn’t listen to me.
He had a mind of his own and it was one-track… but at least it
wasn’t so obvious after the adjustment.

I came back into the living room with our drinks and as I
walked toward her she was staring at my crotch. She turned on her
side a bit and patted the couch beside her for me to sit. “You
didn’t answer my question,” she said after she had taken a sip. She
looked at me prettily over the rim of her wineglass. “Did you enjoy
the view? I sure did.”

“I can’t help looking when I am that close to someone as
beautiful as you are,” I replied.

She reached up and pulled my head down to hers. “You’re very
sweet,” she said and kissed me. “Thanks for taking care of me.”

“It’s my pleasure.”

“Not yet it isn’t,” she said and kissed me again, running her
tongue deep into my mouth, moaning softly. We kissed passionately
for a few minutes, then I broke the kiss.

“If you don’t watch out, this is going to get out of hand and I
don’t want to hurt your foot.”

“Let me worry about the damn foot,” she replied. “I’ll let you
know if it hurts, you can be sure of that!” And with that, she
reached down, grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it over her
head. She shook her brown curly hair as the shirt came off and
dropped the shirt on the floor. She grabbed my head and drew it to
her breasts. I wallowed my face in those glorious mounds of flesh,
licking and kissing them all over. I ran my tongue around and around
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

William B. Morris
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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.

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By Vatasyayana

Source: “The Love Teachings of Kama Sutra”
—— (Translated by Indra Sinha)

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Lying Down Positions:
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Indrani draws up both her knees
until they nuzzle the curves of her breasts;
her feet find her lover’s armpits.
Small girls love this posture,
but becoming a goddess takes a lot of practice.

She cups and lifts her buttocks with her palms,
spreads wide her thighs,
and digs in her heels besides her hips,
while you caress her breasts:
this is “Utphallaka” (The Flower in Bloom).

Grasping the ankles
of the round hipped woman, whose buttocks
are like two ripe gourds,
raise her beautiful thighs
and spread the thigh-joints widely.

Full of desire, saying sweet words,
approach her with your body stiff as a pole
and drive straight forward
to pierce her lotus and join your limbs:
experts call it “Madandhvaja” (The Flag of Cupid).

Catch hold of her two feet,
raising them till they press upon her breasts
and her legs form a rough circle.
Clasp her neck and make love to her:
this is “Ratisundara” (Aphrodite’s Delight).

Lift the lady’s feet until her soles
lie perfectly parallel,
one to each side of her slender throat,
cup her breasts and enjoy her:
this technique is “Uthkanta” (Throat-high).

Your lovely wife, lying on the bed,
grasps her own feet
and draws them up until they reach her hair;
you catch her breasts and make love:
this is “Vyomapada” (Sky-foot).

The round-thighed woman on the bed
grasps her ankles and raises high her lotus feet;
you strike her to the root, kissing
and slapping open-palmed between her breasts:
this is “Markata” (The Monkey).

She lies flat on her back,
you sit between her parted knees, raise them,
hook her feet over your thighs,
catch hold of her breasts, and enjoy her:
this is “Manmathpriya” (Dear to Cupid).

Lying-down Positions – Samputa Group:
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If your penis is too small for a woman,
the “Samputa” group of postures should be used:
“Samputa” (the Jewel Case),
“Pidita” (the Squeeze), “Veshtita (the Entwined)
and “Vadavaka” (the Mare’s Trick).

In Samputa your legs lie along hers
caressing their whole length from toes to thighs.
Your lover may be below you,
or you may both lie on your sides,
in which case she should always be on your left.

In Pidita the lovers’ thighs
are interlaced and squeeze each other in rhythm.
In Veshtita she crosses her thighs
or rolls each one inward,
thus greatly strengthening her yoni’s grip.

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and then
the quiet
yes the quiet
savour the moment
revel in the warmth
but please lean over my way
and purrrrr deep in my ear
OH YES, purrr purrrr my pussy cat
for soon we will be hungry once again….
—
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“Excuse me if I have some place in my mind I go time to time”
– Tom Petty
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When I was single, about ten years ago, I dated an attractive slim waitress
from a sandwich shop that I visited often. Sal was her name. She was divorced
for the thrid time and so was I, but only twice. I liked her naturalness and
openness…and her good figure, of course. Sal invited me home to meet her
mom and her eleven year old daughter, Betty. I liked Dora, her mom, and her
beautiful, blonde Betty. Both greeted me warmly and seemed pleased that Sal
had brought a decent guy home. We visited a while, and I got a nod from Sal.
I suggested that the two of us go for a walk in the cool evening air; and we
did…as though that was exactly what Sal had in mind.

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

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

–

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)

There she sat, Karen and Scoot, hanging out. It was wonderful, his kisses,
his embraces, his strength. She felt as though it would engulf her as
he swirled his tongue inside of her mouth and she tased his sweetness.
It was too much, his hand on her legs was slowly making her hornier and
hornier: almost driving her ot of control.

“Stop,” she said: she turned around and put on some country music to
slow down the tone.

His hand kept going up and down her thighs, it was getting faster and
faster and faster: The stimulation was making her hot and wet and weat
all over. Karen’s brow was getting damper and damper as the heat built
up between her thighs. Finally, to torment him, she reached between
his thighs and started to stoke his penis: slowly at first but with
growing rapidity. At least, she thought, all is fair in love and war…

______________________________________________________________________________

Scott started sweating as his penis grew harder and harder… the tension
was almost unbearable and his penis felt as though it would explode.
It was getting to the point of no return… but Karen knew what she was
doing, she was slowly building up the tension inside of him: feeding on
his sexual frustrations and his sexual desires. It was geting too much
for him, she knew, as her hand rubbed up and down and made him feel like
a sex object.

“Oh, Karen, stop…” he gasped. Scott started taking off his pants
but Karen promptly stopped him. It was too early, she thought, it was
probably a little beter to tease him some more.

“Karen, I want you…” these were words that she heard a million times.
None of them meant it — it always seemed like a farce. But, this
time, for some absurd reason, it seemed as though Scott really wanted
her in more ways than one. His body pressed hotly against her crotch,
Karen could feel that she was getting more and more moist by the minute.
The heat, the tension was getting unbearable and her desire for sex was
just getting too severe.

“Scott, stop,” she whispered unbelievably as he stuck his hand into
her pants, sticking his fingers so that they would stroke up and down
her wetness. “Stop Scott, you’re going too fast” — she knew that he
thought that she wanted more but she had to say it anyways; it was just
all part of the good girl image that all women had to keep…

______________________________________________________________________________

More later…

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

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

–

Late one night, as she finishes her studying for the exam, she feels a great
desire to log on the computer. She drives in to the cluster. Waiting there is
a message from a man. A stranger to her,but it says to call him later. She is
the adventurous sort so she chats on the computer for a while, then decides to
call him on-line. They speak only briefly for he is doing some work. He says
for her to call him when she returns home. It was very late but she agrees.

She’s a bit nervous about calling this man. She has a strange sensation going
through her body but it is quite an arousing one. Her roommate has long since
gone to bed, so she virtually has the place to herself. She hears the phone
ring in her ear. It sounds as if in a hollow chamber calling out her name. He
finally answers. They chat for a bit, just general BS. It is a cold rainy night
and she is feeling a bit uncomfortable. He asks if he can come over, but she
can’t say anything. The words stick in her throat. She knows what is on his
mind. His voice is tantilizing. The storm is weakening her resistence. Without
an answer, he says he’ll be over in 15 minutes. As she is waiting she begins
to think of why she let him come over. She doesn’t know. She has felt this
mysterious sensation before. Why her…? She is pondering all sorts of
thoughts. Slowly she rises. SHe knows what he is expecting. She removes her
sweatshorts and panties, leaving only her nightshirt. Her skin is tingling.
Her body quivering. She wonders what would occur if her roommate would wake
up. The tension is invigorating. Suddenly there is a knock on the door, she
slowly opens the door. He makes his way in from the rain. He takes her in
his arms in a deep passionate kiss. He realizes her lack of clothing quickly
by exploring the realms of her body. He gently massages her swollen pussy lips
She moans at his touch. He slowly pushes 3 fingers deep inside her. Her head
falls back at the emmense pleasure. With his thumb gently flicking her clit,
he pumps into her. Her body is rocking to his motions.

He begins to pull his fingers out of her, but she doesn’t want it to end.
More she whispers, more. He slowly takes her and moves her around to where
she can sit down on the couch. There he is before her. She kisses the tip of
her enraged cock. She nuzzles his balls until he is nearly whimpering. She
takes a little of the shaft into her mouth and gently sucks while circling
the head with her tongue. She slowly pulls back. He pushes her back onto the
couch. He grabs her lags beneath the kness and pulls her to him. Her ass is
hanging off the couch, but he pushes into her. She can feel every inch of his
swollen cock inside her. She is in emmense pleasure and more is on the way.
He strokes her from experience. He seemd to know when to increase or decrease
the intensity of the strokes. Her mind can think of nothing but the pleasure
inside her. She can feel him burst inside of her, shooting hot jism into her
very depths. As she lay there thinking of all the touches, he got up, dressed,
and left….

–

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..

Archive-title: Jenny

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

rejection was something I didn’t really care for.

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

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

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

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

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

for in a guy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

you expect to find somebody like that? Advertise?”

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

great fringe benefits.”

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

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

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

any old guy who can get it up?”

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

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

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

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

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

different, ya know.”

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

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

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

…End of the part1. To be continued..

I stopped to pick up the girl on the side of the road. She was
wearing a soft cotten dress. As we drove on we talked about all sorts
of things. Then she asked me if I wanted a blow job in payment for the
ride! I am no fool ,so I quickly pull off and pull down my jeans!

As we drive her head bobs up and down my fat cock! She pushes two fingers
up my ass and dives down till the head of my cock is pushed
down her throat! I cum in long thick spurts! she gags on the sticky
fluid as it fills her cheaks.

She pulls her mouth off my cock but continues to pump it with her
hand. Her breasts are big and hang heavy. Her skin is a deep brown
from many hours of sun bathing. I watch her nipples poking through
the cloth of the dress! My dick is still like a rock, so I pull into the
median strip on the highway. She gets out and I step out also.
she climbs onto the hood of the car and spreads her thighs. I stand
there (with out pants on) my cock pointing towards her. I push my
mouth onto her cunt! The fat lips part as the juices she had been
holding back come gushing out into my mouth! I eat and suck and
lick her sweet pussy. I slip first one finger ,then two ,then three
fingers up into her asshole and pump them as I tongue fuck her
cunt! I bite and pull on the fat lips and smear her juices on to
her thin line of pubic hair! She moans and twists around my fingers
shoved up her ass and my mouth on her mound!

She shoves me back (my fingers make a little -pop- as they slip
out of her ass) then turns around and bends over the front of the
car. I slowly push the head of my cock up into her pussy. She grunts and
trys to get more cock in in a shorter time, but I will not
allow that. I finally get all 7 1/2″s of cock up into her! We start
fast and she screams and pounds on the hood of the car as she is
fucked savagely!! I pump and pump and pump into her. Her cunt is tight and
she works my cock like a pro!

I pull out quickly!! She gasps and almost falls off the car. But I
grab her and quickly re-insert my now slick cock up her ass hole!
She Cums like a banshee as I fire my wads of hot sticky cum up her
ass! I continue to pump her ass till she is completely satisfied!

As we drive along she rubs her dress on her ass to collet the
cum as it dribbles out. She blows me again as we pull into her
drive way. She gives me her phone number and tells me that I
owe her a fuck and that I have to cum up her cunt to get all her
holes filled! I promise and drive off…

—

Deb looked classy — I liked her tightly creased pants and high
heels. Her short, light brown hair had blond highlights and
swept over the top of her head. She wore dark glasses that
framed her piercing brown eyes. Her lips were shiny with
lipstick and when I saw the stain on her beer glass I thought
about what it would be like to have a similar stain around my
cock. Her small mouth seemed barely big enough to fit around my
generous member — but I wanted the chance to see.

She was keeping up with me in beers and since I was starting to
feel pretty good, I knew that she had to be as well. We talked
about dope. “I haven’t been stoned in years,” she said. I
invited her out to my Jeep for a smoke and she agreed.

We tuned up and talked. “God, I’m horny,” she blurted. No need
to tell me twice — I leaned over and kissed her. We sat kissing
for several minutes, then she rested her hand on the inside of my
thigh. My hardening cock was only a couple inches away. She
moved her hand up and rest it gently on my dick. It wasted no
time in getting hard as rock; “you’re hung like a horse!” Deb
exclaimed as she ran her hand over my masterpiece. “Take a
look”, I offered as I unzipped my pants and pulled them to my
knees. My rockhard shaft bounced free and pointed straight up.

Deb bent over and put the head of my cock into her small mouth.
I could see her cheeks expand as she worked more of the shaft in.
She lathered up the head with her spit and went to work on me. I
leaned back and relaxed, watching Deb’s head bob and parry on my
engorged penis. My orgasm came quickly under her expert suck;
“I’m cuming!” I groaned. She moaned something and put in the
little extra effort necessary to bring me off. My hips thrust
forward as I popped into Deb’s mouth. She continued her up and
down motions as my balls burst forth their nectar deep into her
mouth. When she withdrew my cock, its shaft was gooey with my
spunk.
—

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!

–