It is this gravity which I will shake.

In body she is a girl still. Long, smooth legs and arms.
A tight, athletic bottom of a totally gratuitous degree of beau
ty. Understated but classically lovely breasts. Strong shoul
ders and an unusually striking long neck, with a very prideful
quality. Her head is graceful and wellset. A mane of long
sometimeslight and sometimesdark blond hair.

It is this wholesome prettiness which I will degrade.

The face? Unusual. The woman’s eyes, changeable as to shade and
hue, draw one in, over and over. The stormgrey eyes that you
smiled into yesterday may be dark umber tomorrow. There is also
a peculiar asymmetry, in that not only are her eyes not in hori
zontal plane (true of many people), the eyes are slightly differ
ent sizes. This is not discomfiting; rather enchanting, further
proof that THIS one is THE one, and not just another one.

This is the one whose eyes must be made to see into Hell, and
smile at what they see.

To kiss this woman is to draw close enough to get inside the
orbit of those eyes, to taste sweet lips and a lively tongue and
for a moment forget what one might have seen mirrored in the
eyes…

But today is not a day for kissing.

***

This woman feels that she has done wrong. Her great intelligence
wars with her sexuality, analyzing and measuring the very feel
ings that defy analysis and corrupt measurement. In order to be
taken away from her own constant scrutiny, she must be abused,
treated with rough disdain, as though enough humiliation and pain
trips a relay that not only allows her to come, but stills the
dry, pedantic voices in her head.

***

When I enter the room, she has been standing, roped to the top of
a door, almost on tiptoes, for about ten minutes. The strained
posture does artistic things to the dynamics of her trim, athlet
ic legs, and the raising and centering of her cuffed arms pushes
her small breasts together and out. She is wearing panties and a
cotton Tshirt; this I have allowed her.

I walk over and stand next to her. “Getting any taller?” I
ask, jokingly.

“No, sir.” She doesn’t like a lot of talk. _I_ like a lot of
talk, so a lot of talk is what she gets. She also doesn’t really
know what I can accomplish with talk. There have been those who
have been broken under my casual conversation more profoundly
than if I had used a branding iron.

But now the time for talking is passed.

I lean down and run the backs of my fingers up one calf. The
woman shivers slightly, a racing horse in tether.

***

I return to the room, dragging a simple wooden director’s chair.
What I am about to do was actually taught me by a teenage girl,
long ago; one of the legion of masturbatory exhibitionists and
generalpurpose kinks that seem to find me by means of some
sexual sonar.

I sit down in the chair and study the woman. Her face is in an
attractive grimace, eyes slitted, lips pulled back across her
large, healthy white teeth. She flicks a sideways glance at me
from under her knitted brows. There is still a good deal of
defiance in that look. I steeple my hands and ask, “Would you
like to be let down?”

The woman looks at me again, this time warily. “Yyes, Sir.
Please.”

“Oh, it pleases. I wouldn’t have suggested the possibility if
it didn’t please me.” I get up from the director’s chair and
slide it closer to her, so that the chair is almost under her,
but facing the wrong way. “Would you like to be let down into
this chair?” I say, smiling.

She studies the smile, and a blazing mix of emotions flash across
her face; fear, anticipation, lustand something else, perhaps
bewilderment. This woman is seldom bewildered, and it feels
strange and exciting. (Of course, she is relatively seldom hung
from a door, but this does not bewilder; this was requested.)
“Yes” she says, her voice somewhat strained from her lengthy
suspension.

I turn up the smile another notch. I have had 300pound bikers
walk away backward from _this_ smile. “Would you like?” I
continue, in a harsh whisper, “to be let down _onto_ this
chair?”

The woman’s differentsized eyes flare, and her mouth clamps
shut. She looks sideways at me, finally not seeing me but the
authority, the terrible punishment, the indignity, the pain that
her inner voices need. “Please…” she says, in a voice as
hoarse as mine. “Please…”

I step very close to the woman. I snap my fingers and a short,
bitterly sharp leafbladed knife jumps from my sleeve into my
hand. A mere trick, but impressive in the context. Before she
can react, I slice her panties in half, one vertical swipe down
the back that kisses the skin as lightly as a breeze. One more
pass and the wispy garment falls to the floor. I put the knife
away (did she show a flash of disappointment?) and run my hands
slowly, carefully over her buttocks. Not a sexual gesture; more
like an examination of the ground before some surgical operation.

With one hand I steadily but firmly pry her cheeks apart. I use
the middle finger of the other hand to first locate, then touch,
then penetrate her tight, dry anus. A gasp is born in the
woman’s body but she kills it before it can reach her lips.

Looking the woman in the eyes, I unsmilingly work my finger in
her body, gently but steadily maneuvering until the finger is in
up to the second joint. Her asshole is very tight, very dry,
very hot. I wiggle the embedded finger a few times. The woman’s
face tries to stay cool, but her eyelids flutter and her mouth
tics.

***

“Close your eyes,” I say softly. The woman is slow. She wants
somehow to see over her shoulders and back, to see my hand plun
dering her ass. “Close your eyes, I said!” I bark. I take my
free hand from her buttocks and slap her across one breast, fast
but not very hard. This is a richly symbolic “wrong” thing to
do to a woman; she likes it very much.

“Keep your fucking eyes closed” I warn. I remove the finger
from her asshole. The woman gasps. Her eyes are squeezed tight
ly shut. For some odd reason, the nipple of the unslapped breast
is now as hard as a gemstone and pokes impertinently at the thin
fabric of the Tshirt.

I pop the snap on the chair’s canvas seatcover and slide the top
back flap down. The upper end of the back leg of the chair now
stands free, a round pole of polished wood with a rounded end,
about one inch in diameter.

I walk to the side table, open the drawer, take out the metal
container, walk back to the hanging woman. I open the tin, scoop
out a healthy dollop of slippery substance with two fingers, find
her asshole, and start working the slimy fingers and the Crisco
into her anus. The woman makes a kind of slippedgear noise, but
keeps her eyes shut.

***

“What will you do if I let you down?”

“…Anything.”

“Oh, really? Anything?”

“…Yes, sir.”

“Will you, oh, let’s see…will you masturbate to my
directions?”

“If you like, Sir.”

“Will you talk to me while you are doing it?”

“…talk about…?”

I slap the same breast again. Such a nice breast for hitting;
small, firm, delicately pointed. The woman gasps.

***

“You may open your eyes,” I say. “I am now going to let you
down onto the chair.” I can see her face, showing relief, then
trying to hide it. I slide the chair around until it is posi
tioned up against the backs of her legs, the polelike rear leg
sticking up at an angle. She looks over her shoulder at the
chair, and then at me.

I get another gob of Crisco, and slowly and thoroughly smear it
all over the chair leg, around the knobby top and a foot down the
rounded, polished shaft.

The woman looks at the chair leg, at my hand, and then at my
face. Her expression becomes…profound. A complex mixture of
terror and desire, one might almost say. She whispers, like dry
leaves rattling, “I…_can’t_.”

I smile. “You will.”

“It’ll hurt me. It could KILL me!”

“Well, you’ve got those nice long legs, and last night, I meas
ured you and the chair, dozens of times, and sawed four inches
off the bottoms of the chair legs.” I wipe my greasy hands on
her Tshirt, and reach for the ropes holding her wrists to the
top of the door frame. “As for hurt,” I continue, “I thought
that was the idea.”

The woman’s odd eyes now glance frantically about the room. She
licks her lips rapidly. Then she seems to briefly increase in
intensity, like an overloaded light bulb. Finally she nods.

***

“Are you comfortable?” I ask with a hint of a sneer. I had
tried it on myself, of course, previously, but there’s always a
difference in tolerance between things under ones’ own control
and things imposed from the outside.

The woman makes a low grunting noise. She is standing stock
still on her toes, slightly tipped forward, holding onto the back
of the chair with both hands in a whiteknuckled grip. She
certainly has that profoundly impaled look about her.

***

“Can you deal with it?” I ask, steadying her upper body with my
hands. I feel obscurely like some monstrous physical therapist,
assisting a patient in some painful but necessary treatment. At
that, I am not far wrong.

She squeezes out each word individually. “I…don’t…KNOW!”

***

The woman is touching herself. Things are beginning to happen.
She stirs lightly on her impalement, and the chair shifts and
creaks. She groans. “Hurt me…more!” she hisses.

I smile over her shoulder. “How?” I ask, as if asking a dining
patron if she wants freshground pepper.

“Tits!” she snarls, massaging faster between her legs. I am
further amused; this woman doesn’t say `tits’ when referring to
herself, not when she _is_ herself. Here, in the land of sweet
pain, we bark like dogs and grunt like pigs and use the MOST
disrespectful terminology.

I can only free one hand. I need to keep steady hold of the
woman, by a fist full of bunchedup Tshirt, to keep her upright.
She is just now beginning to give and lock at the knees, just a
very tiny bit. This brings her down a tiny bit onto the chair
leg, and then back up. I note this with some approval.

With my free hand, I reach around and once again begin slapping
her breasts. To do this almost makes me squeamish; I summon a
certain professional detachment that allows me to continue with
what is, after all, both required by the woman and vital to our
enterprise. Each delicate little breast rebounds from the flat
of my hand. The nipples seem to grow and then wane, grow and
subside, on individual impulses of their own. When my hand
begins to sting I seize a nipple and twist it, hard. The woman’s
fine head snaps back on her long, slender neck, and a lovely
grating noise escapes from her mouth.

***

I look down over the woman’s shoulder. One hand is digging in
the top of her vulva, the other is raking red nailmarks across
her smooth white belly. She is rocking on the chair leg, now,
with her feet flat on the floor. I hold her all the tighter with
one hand and arm, but there is one thing I must do before things
escalate to their determined conclusion. Without letting go, I
kneel, reach my right arm around and down until my hand reaches
the junction of the woman’s thighs. For once I am glad to be
tall and long of arm.

“Take your hand away for a little” I demand. The woman groans
but complies. I search with two fingers into her hot, twitching
center. It is as wet as it has ever been. “I just want to” I
say, soothingly, as I stick the two fingers up into her cunt,
“check on something” I feel with the backs of the fingers along
the rear wall of the vagina, “and see how it feels…”

I press the fingers up and backwards until I can feel the wooden
solidity of the chair leg through the intervening layers of
muscle and tissue. I press, lightly. The woman gives a terri
ble, startling moan and begins to contract around my hand. I
push very delicately at the back wall of her cunt, still holding
her firmly, as she writhes flatfooted on the chair leg. The
woman whips a hand down to rub her clit; this I allow. With the
other hand she captures one nipple through the Tshirt and sav
ages it far more violently than I am accustomed to doing. This I
allow.

The climax is lengthy, episodic, and serial. Toward the end I
remove my hand and take a fresh grip on the woman’s body; she
shows a tendency to slump after orgasm, and that would be danger
ous in the current configuration.

It is easy enough to hold up a woman this size and slide the
chair out of and out from under her. I let her fall, panting,
into the chair. I stand behind her, stroking her shoulders and
pushing her sweaty bangs away from her forehead.

Finally she speaks. “Sir?”

“Umm hmm…”

“Out of scene?”

“Oh, yes, indeed.”

She makes a whooshing exhalation, then turns and gives me one of
her `evil’ smiles; squinty eyes, knitted brows, mouth turned up.
I find it perfectly charming. “They warned me,” she says.

“Who warned you?”

“You know. They said you were absolutely 100% stone crazy and
dangerous.”

“Me? I’m a pussycat. I don’t make people do difficult things;
just think about a walnut fourposter bed, for example.”

She grimaced. “As soon as I can get up from here, I’m not
sitting down again for two weeks.”

I step away, rubbing my hands together. “You’ll be all right?”
I ask.

The woman halfturns to look at me. “You’re going?”

“Yes. I have other business…”

She nods, shivers slightly and then grimaces as some sore part is
disturbed.

I move toward the door. “I’ll call you,” I say. I open the
door to the hall, look back over my shoulder, and add “You can
keep the chair. The Crisco was, I believe, yours to begin
with.”

The woman’s last facial expression stays with me as I go whis
tling down the stairs and into the street.

Watching her strut her stuff up and down the halls, I spent many a
moment in deep thought, picturing in my mind, the utter thrill of
parting her long, lean legs and caressing her with my tongue. I lived
for the day the opportunity might arise to show her the value of
taking instruction from an older, more mature person – one that has
been around and knows the ropes. To me, Joan seemed to know the score,
and I was positive that none of the kids her own age could possibly
bring her the sexual satisfaction I instinctively knew her body must
crave. Teacher or no teacher, if I thought I could get away with it, I
would do anything short of rape to be able to lick and swallow the
sacred secretions that were certain to flow in abundance from that
delectable Homecoming Queen’s vagina.

Joan was in my English class and since she wasn’t doing that hot
this semester, I decided to ask her to stay after school for some
special tutoring. I should point out that Joan has a pleasing
personality, and I had noticed many times her warm smile, which I
believed was directed towards me. Once or twice we had brushed up
against each other, and I can swear that I saw her nipples harden
through the sheer fabric of her blouse. Maybe my mind was playing
tricks on me, but I was almost certain she lingered just a little too
long on those occasions. The heat from her body was more than I could
stand. Even though I knew the risks were great, if my hunch was right,
Joan wouldn’t run off to complain to either her parents or the school
board. My ESP told me, the perky cheerleader was ripe to try something
a little bit different.

Earlier in the week, I had suggested that Joan come over to my
apartment to study. I told her it would be a bit more relaxed and we
could get comfortable while we cracked the books. Just to be sure, I
wore my sexiest clothes that day. I didn’t put on a bra, and made
certain that the buttons on my blouse remained open halfway down. In
addition, I wore a really tight skirt with a slit up the side, and
some absolutely stunning perfume. All day long, the boys were
whispering behind my back, and I could feel their eyes burning into
me. They must have thought, I had a hot date that evening with a
fellow. I don’t think any of them suspected that in reality, I was
really itching to make it with one of the girl students – the school’s
prize student.

When Joan arrived, we chatted for a few minutes before sitting down
on the couch in my living room. My lighting is very soft and Joan
looked absolutely divine. At one point, I felt like wetting my lips
with my tongue I was so excited. Slowly, but with great assertiveness,
I started to move in on my prey, edging closer and closer to Joan. As
she turned the pages of the English book, I reached out and touched
her hand, as if indicating she should reread a certain portion of the
text. Sweat was starting to form on my brow, but I was determined to
make love to her before the evening was over.

As it turned out, Joan finally took the initiative. She looked me
right in the eye and said, “I’ve hear some of the other girls talking
at school. They say you ‘re a lesbian and only go to bed with other
women. Is that true?” Not wanting to be dishonest, I explained that
while I have gone to bed with men in the past, and still do when the
mood strikes me, basically I enjoy the tender touch that only another
female can offer. I explained that in many instances, I had found men
to be too rough in their lovemaking, that they seemed only interested
in satisfying their own sexual needs and not those of their partner.

Before I could finish my impromptu speech on the values of
lesbianism, Joan was all over me. She was kissing me deeply and
rubbing her tender, young body up against mine. Through her clenched
teeth she was whimpering and moaning that I should teach her how to
make love to another woman. Later, I found out that she had wanted to
make it with a long time girlfriend, but had backed out at the last
moment for fear of alienating the friend.

Gently, I pressed my little blonde cheerleader into the soft
cushions of the sofa. I covered her body with mine and began to grind
into her. In a way, I felt like an over excited teenage boy who as
about to pop his first cherry. While I wanted to just plunge ahead
and get my own rocks off, I realized that for Joan’s benefit I should
take my time and show her exactly what two beautiful females could
accomplish for each other. It was important, I felt, to make this a
near perfect experience for my student, one that she would want to
repeat again and again, not only with me, but later in life with other
members of her own sex.

Together, we fondled and probed. For almost ten minutes I sucked on
Joan’s pink nipples. Her tits were big, and spongey, and fitted into
my hands just perfectly. As i licked away at her breasts, I kept
squeezing them, increasing the pressure as our excitement mounted.
After bringing her to the point of near orgasm – and I hadn’t even
touched her cunt yet – I suggested we strip completely and go into the
bedroom where we could be more comfortable.

As Joan stretched out on the sheets, I knew that I was about to
have the feast of my life. The triangle between her legs was so
inviting, and through her lightly colored pubic hairs, I could see
that her vagina was already drenched and her clit hard in anticipation
of what was to happen next.

“Don’t move, let me make this real good for you” I told her.
Without saying anything else, I licked up and down her thighs, hardly
able to contain my excitement. When I finally touched her fiery
furnace, she nearly jumped through the ceiling. Thrashing and throwing
herself around on the bed, Joan held my head firmly with her hands and
tried to push her cunt all the way into my mouth. Her innocent face
was now filled with sexual lust, and she was starting to talk filthy,
something that really turns me on. “Lick me harder you cunt! Stick
your tongue all the way up my twat. Eat my pussy until I cum all over
your face, bitch!” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Where did
this sweet, little thing learn such things? Frankly, I didn’t have
time to ponder the question, as I was much too busy following her
instructions. As it turned out, it seemed as if she were the teacher
and I was acting the role of the student.

Joan must have cum at least half a dozen times. All the while I was
using my tongue on her, I was masturbating, pulling my clit and
stroking it as hard as I could. While I tongued Joan, I must have
reached four or five climaxes myself.

Our relationship cemented, we continued to see each other until
Joan graduated and headed for college. We still see each other
occasionally, but she’s grown up quite a bit and has several other
girlfriends that she sees. Joan had admitted, however, that she’s
really glad she was in my class, and had the opportunity to be brought
out of the closet by a real pro.

You hear the front door open. “Honey, is that you?” “Yeah, sugar.
I brought you somethin’ special.”

He enters the bathroom. Through the steam you see he has flowers!
Better yet, he’s naked and his cock is wagging before him
proudly. Yummy.

He sets the flowers on the counter, says “That’s not all, babe.
The’s more.” He’s smiling as he kneels. You reach over the edge
of the tub and massage that pretty thing. It throbs under your
touch. You kiss one another deep.

He reaches for a wash cloth and soaps it, reaches down with it
and gently scrubs your pretty crotch with long strokes as his
mouth sends shivers down your spine and his free hand pulls at
your slippery nipples in the most charming way. The soft-coarse
material of the cloth sends your clitoris singing. He strays at
your bottom and tickles your darling rosebud knowingly. The bath
was good but it just got better.

You hear a noise in the other room! “What’s that? Did you bring
company home??” His eyes sparkle. “Sort of, sugar.”

A young woman enters. She too is naked. And Black. She introduces
herself. “I’m Becky. I work with your husband at the office. He’s
always telling us about you. I thought it was time we met…”

The mood is right. She brought champagne and three glasses. What
the hell?

Becky’s pretty. Her breasts aren’t as large as yours but her
pubis is trimmed prettily and she has the nicest little navel in
the room She seats herself on the edge of the tub, soaks her feet
alongside your own as she fills the glasses and passes them
around. She takes a real interest in your husband’s attention to
your crease, watches intently as he continues wiping you up and
down. Your knees spread, you slip down further in the hot water
and sigh seductively, inviting her to watch his moves up and down
your underwater pretties.

She strokes your inner thighs with one foot, tickles your pretty
thatch with her toes. Hubby grins, then soaps her feet and guides
her big toe to your tightly clenched anus. You’re startled at
first but the pleasure’s overwhelming as it slips in. He resumes
massaging your vulva in slow, even circles. You whine low and
hot. Becky smiles as swiggles her toe just at the entrance to
your bottom. It’s very nice…

Carl’s cock is soapy and wet in your hand. He runs his fingertips
up and down Becky’s thigh as her toe tickles you deep. You feel
warm and nicely penetrated as your spouse washes your kitty with
loving sensitivity and the prety stranger does her thing to your
bottom.

She withdraws. The three of you sip your champoagne and wait for
something to happen.

“I know,” Becky smiles. “Watch this.” She stands and places her
feet on either side of the tub, perches herself over you,
squatting so that you can see her crotch spread open and pink
before you. She steadys herself against the tile with one hand,
reaches down with the other and dips into her lovely mouth. She
wets her fingertips with her juices, then rubs her clitoris to
standing. The hot little nub peers out at you as she gazes down
into your eyes sultry and sweet. Carl’s erection throbs in your
hand. She stretches her labia wide, then pisses onto your
breasts!

You’re a little taken aback, but her stream feels good, even
hotter than the soapy bath that almost covers your titties
anyway. It rains down out of her in little uneven spurts at
first. Then it comes steady and hard. She strains. Her crotch
opens and releases itself wide like a flower. The amber squirt
splashes against you, her stomach muscles taughten and expand
till her flow subsides and stops. She pushes a time or two more.
Then she’s finished. Her smell mixes with the scent of Carl’s
cock in the steamy atmosphere of the little room. You both giggle
as Carl tongues your ear anwhispers, “Pretty”.

Becky descends, careful not to slip on the wet porcelain. Her
next trick brings Carl in on the fun. She crouches behind on the
tile floor. You’re not sure what she’s up to, but by the way your
spouse’s penis is jerking in your fist, you realize that the
little vixen is tonguing his anus and balls, running round his
dangling scrotum. It’s making his dick dribble under your touch.
It’s got him massaging your clit in tighter, faster circles. It’s
making both of you nervous as hell.

That Becky. She’s a fun kind of a gal…

As he sat at his favorite table in a nearby restaurant eating his steak
dinner “she” walked in. She had shoulder length brown hair and the most
beautiful brown eyes he had ever seen. She was dressed in a floral pattern
dress that accentuated her body, with black seamed hose and 4″ spike heels.
From the moment he laid eyes on her, he knew that he had to do whatever it
took to get to know this beauty.

As he thought of the best approach to take, he tentatively made his way
over to her table. When she looked up at him with those piercing brown eyes,
he almost forgot what it was he was going to say. Quickly regaining his
composure, he introduced himself and said, “I just had to tell you that you
are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen”. She smiled and thanked him
for the compliment. She told him that she thought he was quite handsome as
well as she introduced herself to him. He asked her if she would join him
at his table and allow him to buy her dinner. She accepted with a smile as
he tried to be the gentlemen and held her chair. He pointed the way to his
table and followed her there, all the time watching the way her rear end
swing back and forth as she walked.

As they ate their meal and got to know each other a little better, they
completely lost all track of time. The next thing they knew, the waiter was
telling them that it was time for the restaurant to close. He offered to
drive her home, all the time wishing he didn’t live in the barracks so he
could invite her back to his place. She accepted his offer with that smile
that bedazzled him. As they drove, he kept glancing over at her and admiring
the way her black hose clad legs looked. He could almost swear that each
time he looked there was more leg showing as her dress rode higher up her
thighs, but he chalked this up to his over active imagination. When they
reached her house she invited him inside for a drink. He jumped at the
opportunity without a moments hesitation.

Once inside, she poured them each a glass of wine and they sat on the
sofa to continue their conversation from the restaurant. As they sat talking
and staring into each others eyes, they could feel the sparks from the
electricity that flowing within them. He slowly leaned over and brought his
lips together with hers ever so lightly. When she offered no resistance to
his kiss, he took the wine glass from her hand and gently set it down on the
coffee table. He slowly turned back and taking her head into his hands,
returned to those luscious lips. He felt her tongue lightly probing his lips
and opened his mouth so that his tongue could meet hers.

As their tongues jockeyed for position with each other he gently began
to caress her back and slowly worked his way down to the firmness of her
buttocks. He lovingly squeezed her ass before moving his hand back up and
around her body to capture her firm breast. When she offered no resistance
he slowly and teasingly began to open the buttons of her dress. After opening
the dress far enough to get a hand inside, he worked his way in to feel the
silky softness of her bra. He opened the next button in order to gain better
access and discovered that her bra was black lace that closed in the front.
He opened the closure hook and unbuttoned the dress down to her waist. As
they continued to kiss, he worked the dress and bra off her shoulders exposing
her ample bosom to his view. He was amazed at their firmness as they stood
practically straight out with no sag at all. They were capped off with her
erect nipples which were as thick as his pinky and stood out at least 1/2″.
These were surrounded by aureola the size of silver dollars and as pink as
the blush in her cheek. He had to fight his desire to just attack her tits
so that he could work slowly in order to give her the maximum amount of
pleasure possible.

He lovingly started to move his lips from hers and lick his way around
her jaw line and down her neck toward her breasts. As his lips were coming
down, his hands were cupped around each breast with his thumb and index finger
pinching and rolling her nipples. As his mouth came down her body he started
to plant little kisses all around the soft flesh of her mounds. When he
reached the apex of her mountains, he stuck out his tongue and started to
flick it across her nipple, slowly at first but increasing his speed as he
saw the effect it had on her. As he looked up at her face he could see the
ecstasy that she was feeling. He continued to alternate his ministrations to
her breasts going from one to the other until she grabbed his head and told
him she felt like she was going to cum just from his sucking her tits. He
stopped what he was doing only long enough to tell her that he didn’t mind
as long as she was happy. He told her his intention was to make her feel
better than she had ever felt in her life. He returned his attention to the
job at hand and continued to glance up at her face occasionally. Suddenly
she sucked in a deep breath of air and he could tell that she was almost
ready cum so he went for his big finish and squeezing her globes together, he
sucked both nipples into his mouth. This was all it took to send her over the
edge as she shouted out her orgasm.

Now it was time to work his way further down her body. As he unbuttoned
the rest of her dress he was delighted to discover that what he had thought
were black panty hose turned out to be black silk stockings held up by a sheer
black garter belt. This excited him even more than he already was because one
of his favorite sexual feelings was the feel of silk stockings on his lover’s
legs as they wrap around his body. She also had on the flimsiest black lace
panties that he had seen in a long time. He could feel the dampness of her
first orgasm as he slowly removed her panties, exposing her sparsely haired
slit. While he was removing her panties, he asked her if she had ever heard
of the hummingbird and she replied no. He said “well then, you just lie back,
relax and enjoy”. She was puzzled, but after what he had already done to her
she was willing to try anything new that he offered.

Starting at her heaving chest, he teasingly worked his way down her body,
planting little kisses everywhere he went. He completely bypassed her venus
mound as he worked his way down her legs and back up again. As he approached
her slit, he stuck out his tongue and lightly fluttered it over the opening.
Her legs opened in order to allow him access to her most private being. As
he positioned himself her legs he placed his thumbs on the lips of her vulva
and spread them apart to see the inner pinkness there. He found the tiny
button of her clitoris and flicked his tongue ever so gently over it. Her
hips involuntarily convulsed as she tried to push her pussy right up into his
mouth. He held her down and told her to relax because the best was yet to
come. He went back to his oral work while at the same time inserting his
finger into her hole. He gently took her love button between his lips and she
moaned out in sheer ecstasy. Then he did something that she had never felt
before. He started to hum. She couldn’t believe the feeling of the vibra-
tions and came almost immediately while bucked her hips uncontrollably. Even
after her orgasm, he didn’t stop his humming until she experienced her third
orgasm of the evening. As her orgasm subsided, he worked his way up her body
to see the reaction on her face to his special treatment.

Once she was able to catch her breath, she knew that she had to repay him
for the joy that he had brought to her. She reached down to feel the hardness
between his legs and knew what she was going to do. She pressed her lips to
his as she unbuttoned his shirt and started to play with the hair on his chest.
Once his shirt was open and off he worked her way down to his chest and return-
ed the favor of the attention he had paid to her nipples. During this time she
reached down and opened his trousers. Reaching inside she began to play with
his hard member. Not wanting to wait any longer, she stripped him of his
remaining clothing. She started to administer light kisses all over his body.
She told him to lie down on the floor. Leaning over him so that her breasts
hung down, she started rubbing those luscious mounds all over his body starting
at his chest and working her way down. As she reached the region of his hard-
ness, she could see it twitching in anticipation of what was to come.

Taking his cock into one hand and cuddling his sac with the other, she
slowly began moving her hand in an up and down motion, slowly lowering her
mouth to his rigid member. She stuck out her tongue and lightly flicked it
over the tip. She then moved down just under the rim and continued her tongue
movements. She slowly worked her way down the underside until she reached the
sac that contained his family jewels. She wrapped her voluptuous lips around
the right one and gently suckled it in her mouth. After about 15 seconds of
this she switched to the left one. She continued this back and forth motion
for about three minutes. Leaving his sac she worked her way back up the
underside of his organ until she reached the tip. Slowly she worked her lips
over the head and started down the pole. She gradually took more and more of
him into her mouth and throat. When she reached bottom, she started a steady
up and down motion while continuing to play with his nut sack. When she could
feel the beginnings of his orgasm boiling up in his balls she wrapped her hand
around the base of his cock and squeezed it, causing his pending orgasm to
subside. She then continued on with the blow job she was giving him. She
repeated this process about five times before finally deciding that she wanted
to see him erupt like a volcano. As he moaned out his pending orgasm she
removed her mouth but continued to pump him until he shot his load up into the
air.

As his orgasm subsided, they laid together on the floor resting, finger-
ing each others organs into arousal for the sex that each of them knew was
going to happen. As they looked into each others eyes, each told the other
how much they had enjoyed what had happened so far. He promised that the rest
would be just as enjoyable.

As their arousal reached a peak, they knew that it was time to pick up
where they had left off. He slowly reached over and cupped her breast as she
reached down for his manhood. When he reached the junction of her legs, he
could feel the wetness waiting for him to enter her. She pulled him over on
top of her and reached down between their bodies. As she guided his erection
into her waiting hole she spread her legs as wide as she could to accept him.
He slowly slid his cock into her sopping wet pussy and proceeded to administer
to her needs. After about 20 or 30 strokes, he removed himself from her and
told her to turn over. She looked at him with a worried expression until he
assured her that he only wanted to screw her doggy style. As she turned over
and got up onto her hands and knees, he reached over for his shirt. He wrapped
his shirt around her waist to hold onto while he entered her from behind and
proceeded to slide his cock up into her wetness once again. As their bodies
came together, he held on to the shirt as if he was riding a horse. Letting
go of the shirt he reached down under her body and surrounded each of her tits
with a hand. He brought her body up so that only her knees were on the floor.
Moving one hand down her body, he began playing with her love button until she
bucked back against him and shouted out her orgasm.

Once she had calmed down a little bit, he withdrew himself from her and
laid down on the floor. Grabbing her by the waist and bringing her over his
body, he told her that he wanted her on the top so that he could suck on her
beautiful mounds while they made love. He told her that this was his favorite
position because it allowed him to see as well as touch and suck her tits while
he loved her and also to watch the different looks on her face all during
the different stages of their lovemaking. She gently lowered her body over
his tool with long, slow strokes in order to make the experience last. She
ground her pelvic bone against his at the completion of each down stroke in
order to cause friction on her clit. Then she started doing something that
he found to be extremely enjoyable. She placed her feet flat on the floor
and rose about half way up his rigid member, and started moving her soaking
wet hole around in circles. Finally, he could stand it no more and told
her that he was going to shoot his cum into her. He grabbed hold of her
ass and pulled her against him as they experienced the ultimate simultaneous
orgasm.

As she collapsed onto his body their lips met and during the ensuing tongue
battle, she told him how good she felt. They fell asleep in this position
and when they awoke they couldn’t decide whether to start again right then
or to continue their games at a later time. However, looking at the clock
and seeing what time it was made the decision for them. It was time for
him to get to work and being a Marine Sergeant did not give him the ability
to just call in sick. They both decided to continue the relationship at a
different time so that there could be more shared intimacy between them.