He liked to dress for travel. His trademark beat-up sweatshirt and jeans
didn’t win him any compliments as he boarded in LA, but that was okay. But
this, this was different. Shlepping his (must be 200 pounds; did I pack an
anvil in here?) luggage across the threshold of the Grand Kempinski’s
entrance doors left him feeling very slovenly indeed. His back spasmed
briefly as he lowered his bags. Use your knees, stupid.

He shrugged off the sneer from the counter help as he checked in. Against
his objections, she rang for a bellhop. No avoiding it now. A uniformed
mule snapped-to and shouldered the bags. A slight rolling of the bellman’s
eyes said it all. Great. Now _everyone_ knows I brought too much shit.

The room was about as nice as a hotel gets; they all have a certain
claustrophobic squalor to them. He had flown out on a Friday to get the
super-saver fare. Better things to do with a Friday night than sit alone in
my hotel room, he thought. The parties and heavy drinking didn’t start
until next week–what _would_ he do with himself?

Actually, there was no mystery here. He always worked from the same menu of
harmless vices when he traveled. Liquor was an absolute priority. Room
service booze is for idiots. A call to the front desk revealed the location
of a store nearby. While he was out, he thought he might indulge that
_other_ vice.

The clerk at the liquor store smiled broadly. Drinking was reserved for
trips, and only after all the business of the day was done. He had no fears
of drinking problems, even as he stuffed his three bottles into the paper
sack and headed out. He could put it away. Enough liquor and mixer to last
the week, for sure. Maybe even enough to share, if it came to that.

It never seemed to. He always traveled primed for that chance meeting he
read about in the Playboy fantasy pages all the time, but he never managed
to make so much as eye contact.

He had located a shop–it was a fair drive away–that offered up the tools
to satisfy the rest of his shopping list. The Marine behind the counter
silently filled his request for quarters, firing off a look of disgust that
had “I’m only doing this for the money, you scumbag” written all over it.
Pushing the curtain aside, an array of poorly-constructed booths lay before
him, with equipment whirring and a jumble of scratchy soundtracks filling
the room. There was plenty of eye contact to be had here, but all the wrong
kind. It was Friday night, and the hookers and pushers were cruising up a
storm. It was okay, even a little exciting; nobody ever said a word or got
pushy. He did notice that he was being tracked–at a discrete distance–by
an athletic blonde in a cut-off shirt. Those muscles were his business
card, and when he knew he was being looked at, he’d immediately lock eyes
with his examiner. Eyes that said, “I’ll do you real good.” Nice technique.
Left no doubt that the man knew his business.

Light moved the shadows for a moment as a squat, nervous man wobbled into
the room. Here was a man with a mission, he thought, watching the little
man scan quickly from booth to booth, looking for that familiar circular
hole between the booths. Finding one, he seemed greatly relieved. The man
shot a look around the room, locked onto Mr. Eyes, and hurried into the
booth. Quarters hit bottom, and moaning male voices came squawking through
the speaker. The hooker took the booth next to him, arching eyebrows at the
observer as he disappeared. “Could’ve been you,” he intoned in a practiced
voice.

He suddenly felt self-conscious–how long have I been standing here
watching this? The wry smile on the pretty black woman clued him that it
had been long enough. Well, damn it, he was here to shop, but not for
_that_. He nodded politely at his would-be hostess, found a booth that
_didn’t_ have the requisite glory hole, and stepped inside. The black woman
shuffled away as he did, muttering to herself. Shitty break, he thought,
but fucking a hooker wasn’t his idea of fun.

The floor was soaked, and his nose wrinkled as he pushed some tissues over
to try to absorb a recently-expelled load. The musky smell was something he
had gotten used to, though, and even liked a little. All eight quarters
found their way into the coin box, and the screen came to life.

Of the 11 channels, six were rewinding, and four were so noisy that the
picture wasn’t visible. He mashed the channel button repeatedly in
frustration. What a waste! He parked on channel 3 and waited for the others
to rewind.

The soundtrack synced with the one the little man had selected, and two
muscular men writhed around the screen. He was caught, for a moment, by the
shapely curve of one man’s ass. They were both naked, and, by any
standards, both very attractive. On the screen, the men wrestled, laughing
and tumbling on the floor, muscles straining and sweat glistening. Finally,
the man with the nice ass (well, he had to admit, it _was_ nice) seemed to
lose, and the winner began running his hands over his prize.

The watcher stared as the men caressed each other, very lovingly, and
exchanged kisses that seemed deep and real. This wasn’t something he was
used to seeing in porno. He watched on, and hardly noticed that his heart
had begun to race.

The caressing continued, hands drifting over backs and inside thighs,
kneading and circling. The winner’s hand inched, teasingly, up his
conquest’s thigh. As the cocks on the screen began to rise, so did the
watcher’s. He felt a little flush–this was new–but he remained fixed.
Finally, the winner’s hand found its way to the stiffening cock, first
gently massaging the balls, then tracing lines up the staff. He then
grasped it firmly, causing his parter to raise his (yeah, nice!) ass off
the bed. The camera went to close-up to show the exquisite stiffness, the
purple head fully engorged thanks to the expert handling.

Several seconds of manipulation ensued, and both men became involved in
stroking and kissing, cocks at full mast, hips pushing into each stroke.
The loser began to kneel, but his bester shook his head and invoked the
privilege of collecting war spoils. He kneeled before his defeated foe,
never ceasing to pump slowly with one hand, and cupped the balls in his
other. He licked his lips, and let his target stand on its own, twitching
in anticipation as he approached it. His lips parted, and
SNAP! The screen went back to the title display, shaking him out of his
daze. He panicked for a moment, thinking he forgot what channel that was–
3, right? He memorized the title, and exited the booth. There were the
eyes, locking first with his, and then jumping south. The watcher’s eyes
followed instinctively, and he was surprised by his own crazed erection. He
looked up to meet the eyes again, but this time they were no more than a
foot away. The watcher swallowed hard and feared for his life, and felt a
hand brush ever-so-slightly against his dick. “Twenty for everything you
saw in there.” The eyes motioned toward the booth–he must have heard the
soundtrack. Something inside the watcher’s head said “go for it!” as he
stood toe-to-toe with the smiling boy. But no. Shame and confusion overtook
him as he tossed the curtain aside and rushed into the parking lot. He
looked back nervously to see if he had been followed. No one.

A deep breath was called for, and taken. He sank into his car’s seat,
fumbling for his keys. Got to think this one through. I watched two men
getting it on, and found it very exciting. They seemed so into it, I
couldn’t help myself. What does that make me?

Wait a fucking minute. He stopped in mid-fumble, and mentally slapped
himself. What am I getting so shook up about? I got randy over two men
making out. I’m not some neanderthal. I can deal with it. Forget that, I
want to know more!

He was already back inside by the time that last thought was completed. He
marched purposefully up to the clerk, and asked to rent the title he had
seen on channel 3. The clerk winced (“great, a _faggot_ scumbag. I wish my
mom would let me move back in”), and the watcher rushed to pad the order
with the first hetero porn title his eyes came upon. The clerk handed over
the bag as if contaminated, and disappeared. “Probably washing his hands,”
thought the watcher.

An all-night “regular” video rental place handed over a rental VCR in
exchange for a $200 imprint of his credit card. He parked in the garage,
hoisted his booty, and headed for the doors of the hotel. The bellhops
converged, then dispersed again as they remembered that the fuck-off man
could handle his own bags, screw you very much.

Minutes later, the room was stocked with ice, a glass filled with liquid
sedative solution (and a twist of lime), and the VCR cabled to the TV. He
reached for a video, and grabbed the channel 3 title. Not yet, he thought.
A little too much to deal with in such short time. The hetero porn tape
went into the VCR, and he carried his drink to the bed.

The tape went exactly as every other porno tape he’d ever seen: bad acting,
superfluous plots, limp dicks and overdubbed soundtracks. It was that or
Oprah reruns, and it was as good a background as any for the drinks. Oddly,
he viewed the humping and sucking on screen with a detachment he hadn’t
experienced before; there was no burning need to unbutton his fly, in fact,
no hard-on at all.

Partway through the third stiff drink, the film faded to black. Hallelujah,
he thought. It wasn’t until he came to his feet that he remembered how much
he had to drink. He liked that slightly off-balance sensation. He wasn’t
bombed, but was clearly inebriated. Cruising altitude.

Any embarassment or shame he felt earlier was gone now, drowned or just
plain gone. The “other” tape threaded and whirred away, and the watcher
settled back onto the bed with a fresh (and considerably less alcoholic)
drink in hand. The titles rolled, complete with cheesy music, and the
watcher noticed an erection coming on before any skin was visible on
screen.

In an opening scene, two somewhat less attractive men had gotten down to
serious sucking, but the watcher was similarly enraptured. They knew just
what to do, taking the shaft deep for a few strokes, then backing off and
swirling around the tip. As he studied, he felt the same flush he’d felt
earlier, and found that his cockskin seemed about ready to split. He’d
never been this excited, and he reached for the snap on his jeans.

The phone rang. Shit! He considered not answering, but he was there on
business. Could be some client with an emergency.

“Hello?”

“Larry?”

“What?” The soundtrack seemed much louder now.

“Is this Larry?”

“No. Nobody here by that…”

“Look, I’m in the lobby. 1714, right? I’m on my way up to get those drinks
you promised me.”

“But…”

Click. The stranger was on his way up. Did I make an appointment I forgot
about? Or is this the guy from the adult bookstore? There wasn’t time to
think. The elevator chimed, and the door rattled with a powerful knock only
seconds later. Might as well open it and figure this thing out. Besides, he
was at least one sheet to the wind, and not thinking clearly enough to
formulate a strategy.

He opened the door. A tall, well-formed man with wavy brown hair stood in
the doorway, but not for long. “Hey, nice room. I wound up at the Holiday
Inn. What a shithole.” The stranger was inside, and made a beeline straight
for the liquor. “Ahhh. Booze. You can’t know how happy I am to see this.”

The stranger’s eyes settled on the TV, where two scantily-clad men were
wrestling furiously and pulling at each other’s clothes. The mixer he was
pouring overflowed the glass and spilled out onto the counter as his eyes
and mouth widened simultaneously.

Geez! The watcher sprinted to the VCR and fumbled for the STOP button.
Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit! as he pressed one button after another. The
men were tearing clothes off each other in fast motion now, the first pair
of briefs coming off just as the cord was pulled from the wall. “Video
store fucked up” was the only explanation he offered. “Help yourself to a
drink and have a seat.” He moved briskly to the bathroom to see just how
red his face was. A few deep breaths, a splash of cold water, and a flush
of the toilet left him feeling a bit less rattled. He listened intently at
the bathroom door to see if he could figure out what the stranger was up
to, and swore he heard the crappy soundtrack music very low. He opened the
door slowly, to find the stranger eyeing the description on the box of the
evening’s first tape. “She’s cute. But she isn’t in the movie, right?”
Good, no reason to be ashamed of a liking for porn. Wait–where is the
other box? I left it…

His eyes shot to the counter where he remembered laying the box down; it
wasn’t there. It had been moved to the table, or had it? Maybe he was
drunker than he thought.

“No, the great-looking women on the boxes are _never_ in the movies, or, at
least, not looking as good as that.” The stranger chuckled and eased back
in his chair. There. Crisis averted. Now to find out who the hell this guy
is.

“You have me at a disadvantage; I must confess that I don’t know who you
are.”
“That’s okay,” the stranger said as he waved off any significance to the
question. “We met at this show last year. We rested our feet in the bar
after a particularly long day. You left after one drink, telling me you
preferred to drink in your room. Cheaper, and better atmosphere, you said.
That’s when I invited myself to share a drunk with you sometime, and you
said “sure.” Maybe you didn’t mean it, you know, like “let’s do lunch.” If
you want me to leave…”

“No, no, if I said “sure,” I meant “sure.” But how did you come to call me
Larry?”

“Wrong one, huh? I’m lousy with names. Look, it seems like I’m not welcome
here, so I’ll just go.”

The stranger stood, but the watcher was determined. If his mood was to be
ruined, at least he could have a drinking companion for a while. Besides,
he had a nice…

Stop that! Stupid asshole. Don’t let your liquor and libido gang up on you.
Jerking off to tapes and smiling at gigolos are one thing, but get that
_other_ thought out of your mind. The block was in place. It was shaky, but
it held. He poured a mild drink for himself, bade his guest to remain, and
resumed his station on the bed, propped up by pillows.

The unidentifiable sitcom was pre-empted by the stranger’s hand on the
volume knob. The TV was the only light in the room, so he didn’t turn it
off, but obviously wanted to talk and didn’t wish to shout.

“You sure know how to travel.”

The watcher remembered the elephantoid load of luggage and sneered. “Yeah,
right. I fucked up my back lugging the entire contents of my closet into
this place. I definitely do _not_ travel well.”

“Oh, but you do where it counts. Liquor and porn, in the comfort of your
own room. Porno might be bad, but it’s always better than whatever’s on
regular TV.” The stranger picked up a videotape box, eyeing the revealing
photo again. “You’re sure she’s not in that movie?”

“See for yourself.” The stranger rose to turn on the VCR, and the watcher
remembered that the other tape was still loaded. He sprinted across the
room–”I’ll take care of it”–and practically knocked the stranger out of
his seat. He hunched over the VCR to conceal the label of the tape as it
came out. He had already pressed “eject” (found it easy enough this time)
before he realized–”I thought I unplugged this thing.”

The other tape was tucked away in preparation for a good hiding place.
Under the blankets on the bed seemed passable, but his stride was broken by
the rattle of plastic. Oh, no. Just as it was about to be swept under the
bed, the stranger piped up. “What’s that? Hey, it’s not fair to keep the
good stuff for yourself.” A hand dashed out and snatched the tape. The
stranger grinned as he read the title. He held up the tape. “This is the
one you got by mistake, right?”

Does that mean he bought my story? “Yeah, that’s it.”

“That other tape looks boring. If I can’t see the woman on the cover, I’m
not interested. Let’s watch this one instead.”

Before any protest could be lodged, tapes had been exchanged and the lewd
screenplay resumed from where it was. The stranger poured himself another
drink. Glancing to the squirming bodies on TV, then the watcher’s eyes,
then the TV again, he said, “looks familiar.” He paused.
“Looks…interesting.”
The scene from the booth played again, with the watcher settled on the bed,
and the stranger in his chair nearer the TV. The watcher felt a little
self-conscious, but couldn’t help but get wrapped up as before with these
two men stroking and kissing each other. There was no quarter’s worth now,
and things advanced again to the point where the winner was collecting his
spoils, and continued this time. The watcher’s erection was stiff and
moist, and seemed to be aided by the fact that he was no longer watching
alone. He studied the stranger’s face, and traced down the rest of his
physique. The stranger would occasionally look back with a “look at that”
or “how do they _do_ that” expression, forcing the watcher to avert his
eyes quickly. But he began to feel that he was being studied, too.

The men on the screen had truly gotten down to business. They were locked
in a fearsome 69, with the winner on top pumping his cock into his
adversary’s mouth. His balls were being tickled by adept fingers, and the
mix of saliva and jism left a glistening sheen on the shaft as it appeared,
then disappeared again. The loser wasn’t being neglected, either, because
he was being sucked with abandon as well. The winner’s technique was a mix
of hands and mouth, and his poor subject apparently had all he could do to
keep from blowing his load. From the bottom, muffled groans of pleasure
could be heard as the cock was driven, again and again, into his mouth. If
it stood still too long, he’d go after it, opening his jaws wide and taking
his master deep, kicking off more pumping. The winner lifted his head and
moaned, more frequently as the session went on, but always working with the
hands, keeping his partner’s nerve endings shouting with joy. Then, as he
lifted his head again, the winner closed his eyes and tilted his head back.
He growled low, and everything stopped. He took a few stuttered breaths.
His partner began again, moving his head slowly up and down the length of
the shaft, pausing teasingly at the right moments, licking playfully at the
pre-cum soaked tip. He took the cock in his mouth again, excruciatingly
slowly engulfing it from tip to base, then starting a rhythm again. First,
slowly, then rising in tempo until his partner nearly shouted in pleasure
as his cock was swallowed again and again. The loser squeezed his master’s
ass hard in time with the strokes, and traced between his buns to tickle
his hole and balls. Finally, the great groan was heard, as the cock jumped
out of the loser’s mouth. It was immediately met with two hands–one
tightly gripping and stroking the shaft, another vigorously massaging the
taut scrotum–and there was cum. It came in great spurts, each one causing
his back to arch. It seemed to go on forever as his partner giggled
happily.

The watcher’s erection threatened to unbutton his pants for him. The scene
drew to a close as the men kissed and cuddled on the screen, then faded
out. An attempt at plot intervened as both members of the film’s audience
drew heavy sighs.

The stranger was first to stand. He stretched and arched backward,
revealing that he had problems of his own. The outline of his swollen dick
was clearly visible through his thin dress slacks; you could even discern
the shape of the head. The watcher didn’t know what made a cock “nice,” but
this one, shrouded though it was, led him to some wild imaginings.

It had been some time since the last drinks, and the stranger held up a
drained bottle. “I can fix that,” the watcher proclaimed as he headed for
the bag in the closet. He bent over to pick it up and–zing!–his back
spasmed again. “Whoa.” The stranger rushed over. “What is it? Are you
okay?”

“Yeah. I must’ve really messed up my back downstairs.”

“You go back and sit down. I’m mooching your liquor, so the least I can do
is mix for you.” He did, and shortly a full glass was placed in his hands.
“You know, you probably didn’t do any serious damage. I know how to fix
it.”
The spasm had subsided, but this sounded interesting. “How would you do
that?”

“Lie down, face down, and I’ll show you.” The watcher pushed a pile of
pillows aside and stretched out on the bed. Felt nice. The extra pressure
against his cock brought an instinctive push into the bed. Mustn’t do that.

The stranger stood next to the bed. His hands were warm and strong, and
worked the watcher’s back and shoulders through the fabric. “Um, it works
better,” the stranger said, “if you lose _this_.” He tugged at the shirt.
The watcher turned face-up, grasped the cuff of his shirt and pulled it
over his head. The stranger watched approvingly, then offered more advice.
“Actually, if you want a _real_ massage, you have to dress down a little
more. Then you won’t have to get up again. Okay? Go change, and grab a
towel from the bathroom. Wearing something that loose will help relax you.”

Relax? The watcher’s heart was pounding as he stood in front of the
bathroom mirror. “This is stupid, this is really stupid” he thought as he
took off his pants. Standing in his briefs, his nervousness had lost him
the erection he’d started hours ago. Now he had to decide how much more to
lose. The briefs hit the floor, and a towel was tucked–_securely_–around
his waist.

He came out in his towel to find the bed had been rearranged. “Lie down,”
he was instructed, “close your eyes and relax.” The watcher obeyed, taking
a giant tug on the drink on the nightstand as he descended.

The stranger knelt on the bed, and spoke again. “I found this,” holding a
bottle of baby oil close enough to see, “on your dresser. Okay if I use
it?” The oil was there, well, for _personal_ use. Seemed appropriate now.

A nod was offered in response, and the sounds which followed added to the
suspense. The popping of the top, the squirting of the oil into the palms,
the rubbing together of the hands to warm them. Then, first contact. Aahhh,
wonderful. He was being worked on at the shoulders first, kneading the
muscles and working between the shoulderblades firmly. There was just the
right amount of oil–no dripping.

The stranger’s hands felt good as they worked their way down, fingering the
muscles on either side of the spine, and pushing out to the sides. Nerves
there were sensitive; when the hands reached around toward the front, it
should have tickled. Instead, it sent a rush of warmth. The watcher lifted
his arms over his head to give the hands more room.

Every response was noted, for when the hands would come upon some region
that elicited a reaction, that region would be revisited repeatedly. The
hands worked the sides of the watcher’s torso a lot.

The massage went on, deliciously, for a long time. Every muscle in his back
and sides was manipulated, every nerve stimulated. When the lower back was
reached, a nerve was struck–”yow!” “That needs work, but–don’t take this
the wrong way–the towel is in the way.” About ready to melt into the bed,
the watcher needed no encouragement. “It’s history.” But he was far too
relaxed to move to take it off. The stranger offered his assistance, and
unwrapped the towel from his host. He caught a brief but interesting view
from behind as the watcher lifted himself to let the towel slide out. “One
more thing,” the stranger said. “I don’t want to get oil all over these
clothes. If you have a pair of pajamas…” He was still trying to be
polite. “I don’t wear them, but there are still plenty of towels.”

“Thanks a lot.” A few moments later, the towel-clad stranger returned to
the bed. “Now, we’re ready for a serious backrub.” The stranger knelt
again, and warmed the oil in his hands for another assault. It started at
the shoulders again, just as before. Then, the stranger straddled the
watcher, taking a seat on his ass. The towel prevented contact, and the
watcher’s shoulders were worked with such renewed vigor that he didn’t mind
at all. The entire back was worked again, down the the base of the spine.

As he worked the tension there, the stranger made occasional circles of the
watcher’s buns, moving down a little further with each pass. This was
wonderful, but the stranger seemed very tentative about it, still not
wishing to offend. Only once or twice was there a full encircling of his
ass. It felt so good, the watcher could have had his buns rubbed all night.

After that, the stranger moved on to the tops of the legs, and again
straddled his patient facing the other way. This time, the towel splayed,
and the stranger’s buns and balls were dropped squarely on the watcher’s
slippery ass. At first, the stranger rose with an “Oh!” and began to tuck
the towel in. No delays, please, thought the watcher. “It’s okay. Just
don’t stop.” The stranger settled back down slowly, a little shaky, and the
watcher felt the hair of his balls, and the tip of his soft cock, as he
touched down. The stranger leaned forward to resume working on the legs,
and couldn’t help sliding around on the watcher’s backside. Both parties
enjoyed this but tried to keep it to themselves. But the watcher noticed
that the soft cock tip could no longer be felt.

The stranger stayed put as he worked just above the knees, leaning forward.
The stranger’s towel fell against the watcher’s oily body, and was set
aside. Each time he leaned foreward, his balls pressed hard against his
patient’s buns. Both were now far past aroused. The watcher raised his ass
slightly–_very_ slightly–to try to touch the stranger’s cock. The
stranger’s ass then slid backwards onto the watcher’s lower back; suddenly,
the entire length of his cock was lodged in the watcher’s split. The
stranger didn’t know quite what to do, but as his cock twitched and
expanded, the body beneath him began to buck gently, drawing his cock
deeper into the crack. Once there, the watcher began to tilt his hips,
stroking the cock above him with the crack of his ass. The stranger was
still kneeling facing the watcher’s feet, and he wrapped his hands around
one of the watcher’s legs, rubbing his face against it has he began to
pump. He reached up with his hand and pushed his cock deeper into the
crevice, pressing the shaft against the hole and the tip against the base
of the watcher’s balls when he thrusted fully forward. The watcher’s
rocking hips grabbed the stranger’s cock, and the stranger’s hand pressed
harder to feel the outline of the watcher’s hole. This was heaven.

“Might you,” came the breathless voice of the stranger, “roll over?” The
stranger lifted himself off slowly, allowing his prick to trace over the
watcher’s ass. He couldn’t resist dropping himself down again, grinding his
hips deeply, and forcefully fucking the length of the watcher’s split. He
rolled off, and the watcher brought himself face-up.

The stranger straddled again, this time looking in the watcher’s eyes, and
applied a great amount of oil to the watcher’s straining cock. He smiled,
and slid forward until the base of the watcher’s cock was firmly in his
crack, and the glistening tip showed between his balls. The stranger oiled
his hands again, and started rocking. He massaged the watcher’s chest,
circling the nipples and surrounding the neck with his hands. As he rocked,
the watcher pumped, holding tight to the stranger’s arms.

The stranger leaned backwards, putting his hands near the watcher’s knees,
to bring more of his ass to bear on the watcher’s slippery cock. The
stranger couldn’t move much in this position, but the watcher happily did
all the work, thrusting himself up and down the split. The watcher
moistened his palms with oil from his chest, and grasped the stranger’s
prick with both hands. The stranger’s cock felt good, responding to every
touch. He worked the stranger’s shaft and balls deftly, both hands working
while still grinding away at the stranger’s ass. When a drop of jism
appeared, the watcher had to have that cock in his mouth. He pulled the
stranger onto his chest, held his cock firmly in one hand, and began to
lick the tip. With each circling of his tongue, the stranger’s hips pushed
forward. He moved back, wanting to take things at his own speed. He licked
his lips and placed them, slightly parted, on the tip of the stranger’s
cock. He drew it into his mouth slowly, surrounding it with his lips as it
entered, and pressing his tongue against the underside of the shaft. The
stranger began to pump, and his lover pushed forward to meet every thrust.
Every few thrusts, the watcher experimented with taking the cock deeper,
noticing that the deeper he went, the more response he got. After testing
himself for a time, the watcher felt confident and swallowed the stranger’s
cock up to the base. The stranger stopped in full thrust, squeezing his ass
tight and pushing as far forward as he could. The watcher held his cock
deep for a long time, massaging the shaft with his tongue. He tickled the
stranger’s balls, pressing between them and working his thumb up and down
the very base of his cock. The stranger drew a fast breath as his balls
drew taut, and the watcher knew his lover was about to come. He wanted to
watch and to feel it on his skin. He slowly withdrew the cock from his
throat, and began furiously sucking and tonguing the top inch. The
stranger’s moaning and breathing spun the watcher into a frenzy, and he did
everything he knew how to get his guest to come.

The stranger was overwhelmed by the sensations emanating from his groin.
The pleasure grew in circular waves, involving more and more of his nerves.
Each move he made accentuated the feeling, and he fought to keep from
coming; he didn’t want this feeling to end. He felt the fluid rise from
deep inside him, drawn out by the talented man sucking away at his cock.
The tongue circled and darted and moved this way and that, the hand
squeezed and stroked in cooperation, and another hand gently tickled the
hair on his balls. Ripples moved through him as the tongue danced across
the most sensitive regions of his cock. The waves centered somewhere behind
his cock and reached out to every muscle, making each one shiver with joy
as it absorbed another wave. He could feel his come surging inside him,
rushing to escape. He fought it, enjoying the delicious torture of holding
himself on the very edge, his cock fully engorged, the liquid pushing to
get out. He figured he could hold out for at least a while longer.

The stranger’s balls grew tauter still, and his eyes rolled back. The
watcher fixed his eyes on the tip of his lover’s cock and stroked it
furiously. He slid a finger between his lover’s legs, between his balls and
hole, and pressed and stroked the skin there. The stranger bucked, and the
first hot jet spurted out and struck his lover on the chin. The second was
a moment or two in coming, but was even stronger than the first. The
watcher’s fingers were busily massaging away, drawing the liquid from deep
inside. After two long, powerful jets, the stranger’s cock began pulsing
more rapidly, pushing out more and more come. White rivers ran from the
stranger’s pulsing purple head, down his cock, flowing over the hands and
spilling onto the chest of his lover. The orgasm continued as fingers
seemed to find every reserve and empty it. The pulsing subsided, leaving
the watcher’s chest and neck splattered with come.

The watcher caressed the legs of his lover, and played in the coating of
come on his chest.

Some how, women in the computer field have acquired the reputation
of being terribly straight laced and boring. I’ve never understood
why, and I’ve always thought it was my duty to dispel that myth, at
least to the best of my abilities.

I’m twenty-six, female, and though I’m not a raving beauty, I’m
extremely sensual looking. For starters, I’m five foot seven, weigh
131 pounds, and have a size 42 chest. I have a 24 inch waist, my
breasts look impressively large. I’m also lucky to have a nice, tight
ass and pretty nice legs.

But with my job, looking too sexy can be a real disadvantage, so I
usually dress down, covering up as best I can. I wear my long red hair
wound up in a bun on top of my head, no make-up, loose sweaters and
baggy pants. At least that’s what I wear to work.

About six months ago, I was contacted by the parents of a nineteen
year old boy named Jim Tompson. It seems he was really interested in
programming, and for some reason, his parents wanted someone to help
select a computer and software,and then to tutor their son. The money
was very attractive, so I decided to do it. When I first met Jim, I
was stunned! Not only was he a very bright, rather shy boy; he was
gorgeous. Almost six feet tall, brown, tanned, and athletic, Jim was so
good looking I could hardly concentrate as we talked.

After they bought a loaded AT clone, I began visiting their house
two evenings a week to teach Jim to be a programmer. By the second
lesson, I desperately wanted to teach him something else! I couldn’t
believe my luck when his parents told me they were going away on
vacation, a month-long cruise, but that Jim would be staying home to
continue his lessons. An aunt who lived across town was supposed to
keep an eye on things, but Jim was pretty much on his own. They paid
me in advance for his lessons, and off they went.

The very next lesson, I knew what I wanted to do. An hour before I
was due at their home, I undressed and quickly showered. I put on a
pair of black panties and a transparent black bra. My nipples felt
full and tingly as they poked against the cool bra cups. In seconds
they were painfully swollen, standing tall, deep red and fully erect.
Slipping my sexiest black garter belt around my waist, I fastened the
little hooks behind my back, enjoying the silky sensation. I picked
out a pair of long nylon stockings, sheer suntan in color; the kind
with real wide, dark tops. I don’t know why, but nylons always make me
feel sexier and more attractive than panty-hose.I slid the sheer
stockings on, slowly smoothing them up my well-toned legs as I fastened
them to the garter belt. My shoes were black leather high heels, cut
low on both sides. I stood in front of the mirror in my lingerie. My
hair was a golden cloud that swirled around my shoulders as I made sure
my make-up was fashion-model perfect. I felt terribly wanton as I put
on a short skirt and tightly fitted blouse, leaving the top three
buttons open.

From the minute I came in the door, Jim couldn’t take his eyes off
me. His eyes instantly locked on my breasts, which crowned subtly but
were distinctly visible within my blouse. I could hardly control
myself as we worked through his lesson. He messed up almost
everything, obviously distracted by my flirtatious attire.

When we were through, I began to implement my scheme. I stood up,
and feigning a slip, stumbled against the desk, falling to the floor.
As expected, Jim jumped to my assistance.

“It’s my right leg. I think it’s just a cramp in the calf,”I told
him, “but I don’t know if I can walk.”

“Here, Mrs. Yates,” he offered courteously, “let me help you over to
the sofa.”

I leaned heavily against him, making sure that my breast pressed
warmly against his arm. I couple of phony limping steps and I fell
back onto the couch, my skirt “accidentally” sliding up my thighs.

“You’ve played sports in school, haven’t you, Jim,” I asked.

“Sure,” he answered. “Football and track.”

“Well, you must have seen all sorts of injuries,” I continued.”Maybe
you could take a look at my leg. Just to see if it’s anything
serious.”

“Sure, Mrs. Yates,” he replied, kneeling in front of me.

Tenderly, his fingers touched my right calf, caressing the strong
muscles through the sheer nylon of my stocking. Slowly, I let my knees
swing apart, giving Jim a clear view all the way to my black panties.
Seconds later, as he lightly massaged my calf,I saw him peeking up my
skirt.

“Do you think my leg’s all right?” I asked.

“I don’t think it’s anything serious, Mrs. Yates,” he said, taking
another peek at my private spot.

“Jim!” I said sternly. “What are you looking at?”

“N.n.nothing,” he stammered.
“You were looking up my skirt, young man,” I said with mock anger,
“weren’t you?”

Jim said nothing. He just looked down at the floor.

“Would you like a better look?” I asked, my voice like
melting butter.

I didn’t wait for an answer. I stood up, my tingling love grotto
just inches from Jim’s head. I stood there, with my feet wide apart,
my ankles flexed on my high heeled shoes. Bending down, I slowly pulled
up my skirt, raising the hem to my waist. Jim simply stared. I don’t
think he’d ever seen a woman wearing a garter belt and stockings.

“I think these stockings make my legs and ankles look really sexy,” I
said, boldly turning around so he could see me from all angles. “Don’t
you think so?” I asked.

“Oh, Mrs. Yates!” Jim gasped, ogling my stocking-sheathed
legs.

“I love the way they make my thighs feel,” I told him, sliding my
hands over the glistening nylon covering my legs.

“M..Mrs. Yates,” Jim stammered, getting to his feet and backing away.

“I don’t think we should be doing this. I don’t want to get into any
trouble.”

“Don’t worry, Jim,” I purred reassuringly. I walked toward him, my
stockings sizzling as I did. Jim just stood there, unable to move. I
dropped my skirt, moving my hand boldly to my pupil’s inner thigh,
skimming lightly, appraisingly, over the solid pouch between his legs.
My finger tips traced the warm,rigid length of his masculinity, making
Jim tremble.

“You …. uh …. shouldn’t be doing that, Mrs. Yates,” he
said half heartedly.

“It’s O.K. Jim. Why don’t you take your clothes off for me,” I
whispered hoarsely, my hand between his thighs.

Jim had no idea what to do, so he slowly began stripping himself,
shirt first, then pants. I could see his self-consciousness as he
dropped his pants, his penis standing out in full naked erection, a
long, thick pole of throbbing flesh and blood. We stared into each
other’s eyes. I reached down and took his hands, and placed them on my
breasts. Hesitantly, he began to knead my flesh through my blouse and
bra. I unbuttoned my top slowly, moaning a little as I slipped the
fabric over my skin. I reached around and unhooked my bra, uncovering
my large, firm breasts. The nipples were an angry pink, swollen, hard.
Then I undid the button at the waist of my skirt, slowly unzipped
the side, and then turned around, my back to Jim. I lowered my skirt
over my buns and bent over to remove it completely. When I stood
backup, I was naked except for my panties, my stockings,and my high
heeled shoes. Before he knew what was happening, I was examining Jim’s
spectacular young peter. His cock was standing straight up, deep red,
and I began to slide my finger tips along the shaft, touching the soft
skin ever so lightly. At the same time, I reached between his beefy
thighs and palmed his balls. I’d only been touching him for a minute or
two when he started to reathe exceptionally deep and fast. “Oh,
Jesus,” I heard him grunt. “I can’t hold back any longer. It’s just
too much. I’m going to come!”

For a moment, I looked fondly at the contorted expression on his
face, then his virile prick was jerking wildly in my hand. I felt
Jim’s thick hot semen spurting all over my fingers.

“Oh, my God! Look at it, Jim! God, you’re coming so much,”I gasped.
Running my fist up and down his spewing cock fast and hard, I pumped
even more of his semen from his virile young body,until he begged me to
stop. Happily, I licked my fingers, devouring every last drop of his
fluid. Then I guided Jim’s hand to my groin. Instinctively, he
slipped his hand inside my panties and quickly located my moist
opening.

“That feels so good!” I exhaled as he slowly probed my lustful sex
tunnel.

He began to slide his middle finger in and out, and I loved the
stimulation. He soon had two fingers, then three buried deep inside my
horny cunt. I bit my lower lip every time I felt my orgasm flaring up.
Several times I was on the verge of coming, and held back, but then I
lost control. My body exploded in orgasm as I screamed with satisfied
lust. “Oh baby, do it to my pussy! Push your hand all the way inside
me. I’m coming! Please! Don’t stop!”

I had three quick, shattering orgasms in a row, and I felt like I
was going to pass out. I practically fell over, and when I finally
stopped shaking, and turned to Jim and kissed him lightly on the cheek.
Silently, I had him lie down on his back on the thickly carpeted floor.
I slid my damp panties down my legs and off, then knelt next to Jim on
the floor.

Jim’s phallus drooped lazily to the left, showing no sign of the
size and vigor it had only minutes before. I reached over and lightly
caressed his spongy penis with the finger tips of my right hand. He
jumped the instant my fingers made contact with his resting organ.

He spread his thighs, and I reached for his hanging love spheres.
The tips of my fingers barely touched his gonads when I heard Jim gasp.
I felt his balls writhe against my finger tips, as I repeatedly brushed
at them. My eyes burned as I watched his penis begin to straighten and
elongate.

I curled my fingers around his thickening shaft and lightly milked
his shaft, real slow and easy, tantalizing him. Virility was pumping
back into his shaft, bringing back his raging erection, if anything
more awesome than before. Jim trembled and moaned as I massaged his
growing organ.

Lowering my head to his groin, I exhaled hotly as I lay the tip of
his manhood on my lower lip, extending my tongue so that I could tease
the small little hole into giving me its pearl. “Oh, my God!” he moaned.
“Oh, my God!”

I let my tongue travel in tiny circles, teasingly, gradually
centering in on his most sensitive spot. And when I got to that tender
ridge, Jim just stopped breathing, and his entire body tightened up.
Opening my mouth a little more, I took his whole length in my mouth.
Right down to his hairy root!

I closed my lips around the base and held absolutely still for just
a second as a chill ran down my spine. I rubbed my thighs together,
massaging my burning pussy, nearly climaxing again from the excitement.

Jim enlarged rapidly inside my warm sucking mouth until he was
pushing against the back of my throat. I began to gag,and I had to
withdraw, letting his now turgid spire slide gradually from my lips.

Slowly, shakily, I stood up, straddling Jim’s flat,powerful hips
with my widely spread feet. From a position towering above his
reclining body, I squatted down and grasped his pulsing cock in my
hands, guiding it to my pussy. I held my cunt above him just an
instant, rubbing the head of his cock between the blonde-haired lips of
my pussy. And then I pushed down.

He entered my cunt very, very slowly, filling me with his hardness,
stretching the already lubricated walls of my pussy. I sat erect on
his belly, my head thrown back, my spine in inverted curve, and I could
feel his hardness slipping up into my body. I could feel the head of
his cock throbbing against the sticky passageway.

He was like a long thick fire being swallowed by my body, along
thick hardness moving deeper and deeper up my cunt. I pushed all the
way down, as hard as I could, and I found myself sitting on his lap.
His cock, that powerful, merciless shaft was buried to the hilt inside
my cunt.

I began to ride him. I say I rode him because he did nothing but
lie there under me, his penis standing straight up like a deeply rooted tree.
Gingerly, balancing on my steep heels, I put my hands on my knees and began to
raise and lower my pelvis. I was literally doing deep-knee bends. And Jim
was sliding all the way in, and almost all the way out of me as I moved up and
down.

I flexed my hips again and again, up and down, an orgasm building
like a crescendo between our bodies. When the energy was screaming,
shrilling throughout my body, when it could be denied no further by
either of us, I quickly disengaged and turned my body around. I pushed
my pussy lips into his face. Jim had no idea how to respond, but he
instinctively began to lap at my tender flesh. His tongue stabbed
forward, rasping over my clitoris. What he lacked in experience, he
made up with enthusiasm. He licked me from clit to cunt-hole, driving
himself up into my body as our orgasms exploded.

At the same time, I closed my lips around his cock as he began to
ejaculate. His thick hot sperm splattered into my mouth and I
swallowed every drop of it, swirling my tongue across the head of his
cock. Mrs. Yates he whispered “You have the nicest teeth I have ever
come across!”.

“This is Christy,” she answered.

“Hi Christy, Dave,” I said.

“Hi Dave. How you doing?”

“OK. Say, can you come to see me right now? I live about half a mile from
work.”

“What? Now? What for?”

“I just woke up, and I was dreaming about you. I’ve got something here for
you, and I’d love to see you,” I said.

There was a pause. “Well . . . I guess I can take an early lunch. Where do
you live?”

Giving her directions, I lay back down and waited.

Fifteen minutes later my bell rang. Pulling on a light robe, I went to the
door and opened it. Christy was there, and I let her in. My cock was hard,
and I was naked under my robe. Closing the door, I stepped back and opened
the robe.

“This is for you,” I said, as she stared in surprise, then hungrily, at my
stiff member. She reached her hands down and took hold of me as I pulled her
coat off, then began to unbutton her blouse while she rubbed my cock. We
kissed and my prick throbbed in her hands.

I unsnapped her jeans, tugging them down, then pushing her panties down around
her knees, and looked at her skinny body with it’s large muff and slim legs.
I pulled her down to the floor and gently urged her on her hands and knees.
Pulling her jeans and panties off her legs and tossing them aside, I put my
hands on her ass, spreading her cheeks and looking at her vaginal and anal
areas as she turned her head to watch me. Her pussy lips, framed in pubic
hair, looked huge in contrast to her skinny legs, and I could see that she had
experience with anal sex – her asshole was stretched, and had the telltale
signs of loose skin caused by the expanding of her rectum to accept either a
cock or some other tool.

Opening her ass wide, I brought my mouth to her anus as she moaned in
surprise. I jammed my tongue into her anal canal, frenching her bottom and
rimming her tasty butt as she squirmed under my hands.

“Oh my God . . . Ohhh . . . Ohhh . . .,” she groaned.

“Yes, Christy, I dreamed I did this to you,” I said, pushing my tongue deeper
up her skinny behind. “And then I dreamed I sunk my cock to the hilt up your
lovely rear end.”

“Oh David . . .” she breathed as I ate her bottom.

“Stay right here,” I said, standing up and going into the kitchen. She
watched me, on her hands and knees, bare butt in the air, still writhing from
the feel of my mouth and tongue on her sensitive anal area.

Opening the refrigerator I took out some butter, closing the door. Her eyes
glazed in erotic anticipation as she saw what I had. Kneeling behind her, I
opened the stick of butter. I pushed it’s square end against her anus, and
she whimpered as I twisted and turned it until it slipped past her sphincter
and into her rectum. Pushing harder, I forced it up her behind and began to
fuck her with it, as it melted from her anal heat. I pushed the short stick
all the way into her rear and held it, then took my hand away and watched as
she squeezed it back out, and it fell on the floor.

Figuring her bottom was sufficiently lubed, I moved my rigid prick up to her
buttery anus. As she watched, mouth open, I slowly, in one long thrust,
pushed my stiff cock all the way up her ass. She yelped and jumped as I
jabbed deep into her rectum, then began to slide her buttered butt around on
my cock, grinding down on it, urging it deeper. Beginning a steady rhythm I
pulled out almost all the way, then slowly slid back into her ass, repeating
this until we moved together as my cock reamed her butt.

Holding her tightly to me and putting my arm around her waist, I lifted her
up, and we stumbled to the couch where I sat down, Christy impaled on my
member, her back to me. She began to ride my cock now, and I watched as her
slim hips and ass rose up, then lowered onto my stiff pole, taking it’s entire
length up her behind and grinding down, hungry for even more.

She leaned back now and lifted her slender legs onto the coffee table, and I
pounded into her asshole, thrusting deep and hard now as I caressed her
breasts and thighs, then reaching to her pussy and rubbing her tiny, erect
clit. The wet sound of my cock plunging in and out of her open asshole added
to our excitement as her buns slammed down on my groin.

Pushing to the hilt up into her behind, I felt my prick spurt it’s hot load
into her bowels, as she ground her ass down on my ravaging cock. Pushing her
forward again, she leaned over the coffee table and my cock hammered in and
out of her, continuing to spurt. Suddenly I pulled out of her gaping asshole,
and I pulled her around to face me. I pushed my squirting prick between her
lips, jamming it’s full length down her throat as she gagged and choked on the
semen that flooded into her mouth.

We both fell asleep after that, having moved into my big bed. About an hour
later I awoke, and looked down at Christy’s long body. I pulled the sheet
back, and she was on her stomach, long legs open as she slept.

Reaching under the bed I grabbed my three dildos. I took the smaller one,
and, greasing it up in the Vaseline jar, slipped it between her buns and into
her ass, fucking it deeper and deeper. Miraculously she still slept, although
she moaned and squirmed as I gently used the dildo on her. Pulling it out, I
grabbed the next one, the one that looked like a human cock. Greasing it up
the same way I inserted in her behind, holding her cheeks apart. Slowly I
slid the rubber dildo into her rectum.
Christy woke up, feeling the dildo entering her rear, and she looked back at
me.

“Hold still, baby,” I told her as I fucked the rubber dick in and out of her
stretched rear hole. She moaned, swallowing the dildo with her ass, fucking
back on it, as I watched her slender tail accept the wide rubber cock.

Pulling this one out, I looked at her gaping rectum, which looked particularly
obscene surrounded by her slim cheeks. Now I grabbed the huge, black dildo.
Christy turned to look at me, eyes wide when she saw what I had.

“No, David, please . . .,” she whimpered, but I did not hear a sincere plea to
stop in her voice. Scooping out a big glob of Vaseline, I rubbed it on the
gigantic head of the black dildo. I placed this monster between her cheeks
and aimed it at her anus. It looked massive poised at the entrance to this
slender bottom. Pushing gently, I saw the dildo spread her anus, trying to
slide past her sphincter. It didn’t seem like it would fit, it was so big. I
pushed a little harder, and Christy whimpered as she tried to accept this
black monster up her butt. The head was halfway past her sphincter, but the
biggest part still had to go in.

“Relax, now, and pretend like you’re going to shit – push back,” I instructed
her.

Christy took a breath, then I felt her begin to push backward. The edges of
her anus flowered out around the dildo as she strained against it. Leaning
into it, I shoved the dildo forward, and all of a sudden the huge black head
slipped into her anus, her sphincter accepting the intruder and closing around
the base of the head. Christy yelped and shuddered, and I held still as I
looked at the wide black dildo buried in her behind, caressing her ass and
soothing her.

Pushing her legs further apart, I began to shove the big dildo into her rectum
again. Now it slid further in, very slowly, and Christy struggled and
squirmed as the monster slowly sank into her rear. I twisted and turned it as
I pushed, easing it in inch by inch, watching the wide black shaft stretching
her asshole open as it plunged up her small bottom. I began to fuck it in and
out now, and Christy began a low, continuous moan as her butt swallowed the
huge black rubber dick. Pulling out and thrusting in, her bottom was dragged
around by the motion as I pushed the dildo all the way into her ass. I could
not believe the sight of this 12″ long, 3″ wide rubber meat buried in her slim
behind.

“Unnnngggghhhh . . . ow OW OW . . . unnnnnhhhhghghgh” she grunted in pain and
pleasure, her butt stuffed full.

“Oh, Christy, the sight of this gigantic black dildo up your ass is making me
so hot I can’t stand it. You should see it, splitting your cheeks and filling
you up,” I told her. Her only response was a deep, animal moan.

I began vigorously fucking her with the dildo, pulling it’s length almost all
the way out, then shoving it all the way back in, repeating this over and
over, her slender bottom being pulled back and forth by the motion. She
yelped when I plunged it to the hilt up her rectum, and I left it there,
buried deep up her ass, and moved around the bed to face her. As I looked
back at the sight of the wide black dildo disappearing between her slim buns,
I pushed my erect cock into her gasping mouth. Reflexively, she began to suck
as I pushed my cock down her throat, and as I felt the warmth of her hot
throat grabbing my prick I immediately squirted my load into her mouth,
pumping in and out between her lips as my sperm flooded past her tonsils and
down into her throat.

Her body is soft with curves. Her waist is small, accenting the firm
roundness of her hips, the small mound of her belly. She has been known to
freeze uncooperative subordinates with her grey-green eyes. But, as you might
guess, under the severely private, cold exterior, beats a hot and passionate
heart.
She normally separates her business and private life very strictly, but
then she discovered:
Alexandra “Sandy” Marlin. At 26, she had worked her way “up the corporate
ladder” to a minor management position, entirely on her ability. Seanna
discovered her record, and promoted her to Administrative Assistant to the CEO.

She is an untiring worker, a top business analyst. She produces the
neatest, most complete reports of anyone Seanna has ever known.

Sandy is of average height, but with outstanding looks. Her long dark-
brown straight hair frames her thin pixie face, a contrast to her large deep
blue eyes. She dresses less severely than Seanna, going in for earth-colored
skirt-suits with pastel blouses. She loves sexy shoes, and wears them well on
her small, well formed feet.

She has large, well proportioned breasts, which carry well on her larger-
boned frame. Though she is self-conscious about it, they jiggle delightfully
when she walks. Her legs are firm and solid, but not at all heavy, and men at
the office enjoy a peek at her nylon-clad “stems” as she climbs the stairs.
Her hips and ass blossom forth from her waist in a very eye-pleasing way, and
she has an unconscious wiggle, accented by her high heels, that has drawn
whistles in the parking lot.

Her quick, bright smile is matched by an equally quick frown, and her young
face already shows signs of “worry lines”. She is subject to stomach cramps,
and somehow, this awakens a protective urge in Seanna, who finds herself
unaccountably attracted to this woman.

For her own part, Sandy thinks the world of Seanna. She wonders at how she
always seems to know the right thing to say, the right moves to make in
business, and secretly wishes that she were the sister she didn’t have.

About six months ago, Seanna’s secretary left the company because of
pregnancy, and she placed an ad for a replacement. Several applicants showed
up, and among them was Erik Jansson.

Erik had all the necessary skills, and so, with a small chuckle at the
thought of having a male secretary, she hired him.

Erik is a writer, but as yet has not made his mark. His works have been
published from time to time in magazines, but he needs an income that’s more
regular. Putting aside his considerations, he applied at McCaffrey. He was
glad he did. He enjoys being around Seanna, and is not ashamed to admit he
admires her ability as well as her looks. The guys at Duffy’s Tavern give him
some flak, but he laughs it off easily.

Erik is “six-foot-two, eyes of blue”, with sand-colored hair. His mother
was a Scottish lass, and there is a hint of red in his hair when you see it in
a certain light. He got his fathers big Scandenavian frame, and he carries it
well.

He wears European-cut suits in brown and tan, and fitted shirts to the
office. He keeps a light tan by stopping at the gym’s sun room once in a
while.

He’s got a good, solid pair of buns, something which both women noticed
right away, and which Seanna tends to watch when he exits her office.

They have also noticed, from time to time, that his “basket” is pretty well
filled, too, though never obvious.

Twice a week he spends some time in the gym across from Duffy’s and works
out or plays a round of racketball with his friend Mike, so he hasn’t lost his
muscle-tone. He was a varsity letterman, specializing in rings and parallel
bars.

Although he almost always has a date when he wants one, he has no strong
attachments, and, as he tells Mike, is “just lookin’ around.”

Two months ago, Seanna invited Sandy to a restaurant for dinner after
work. The two women had a few drinks, and began to lose the “edge” of
employer-employee relationships, beginning to become friends. They have been
out to dinner together several times since.

After their last dinner, and a few drinks, Seanna suggested they go to her
apartment, where the drinks would be as good, and they could be more
comfortable.

Sandy agreed, and a short cab ride later, they arrived, and were greeted by
the doorman.

“Hullo, Ms. McCaffrey. Fine ev’nin.” he said, as he pressed the elevator
button.
“Hello, Matt.”

The two women entered the elevator, and shortly were in Seanna’s large, but
not ostentatious apartment. Sandy looked around at the comfortable, modern
furniture, and said, “I love your place.”

“Thank you. Give me your jacket. Like to look around?”
“Yes.”

Sandy was relieved of her suit jacket, revealing a sheer pink blouse that
only slightly veiled her well-filled bra.

“Well, go ahead,” Seanna invited her as she put away Sandy’s jacket and her
own. “Make yourself at home. What will you drink?”
“Um, seven and seven.”

Seanna crossed the room to a small bar, tuned the stereo to soft music,
and began making the drinks while Sandy looked around. The older woman brought
up two glasses as the brunette peeked through the open bedroom door.

“Here y’are. Cheers.”
“Um. Good. Oh, what a big beautiful bed. Your apartment is wonderful,
Seanna.”
“Thanks. I like it. Come sit on the couch with me and relax. You seem
nervous. Can’t you forget I’m the boss? We’re friends.”
“Sure, Seanna.” Sandy was not willing to tell her the real reason for her
nervousness. Not yet.
“Tell me some more about yourself, Sandy. Do you have brothers or
sisters?”
“No, and I always wanted a sister. My parents died in a car crash when I
was 12, and my aunt and uncle raised me. They had two boys younger than I.”
“That must have been difficult.”
“Actually, no. They treated me like their own. There was never any “me
against them,” or anything. They even saved my parents’ modest holdings and
sent me to business college. How about you, Seanna? Do you have a sister?”
“I have three brothers, one older. I always thought a sister would be fun,
too. Someone to talk girl-talk to.
“We were a strict religious family, and there wasn’t much talk about the
things I wanted to know – mainly boys, then. My brothers weren’t much help,
they wanted to ‘protect’ me.”

The younger woman drained her glass.

“Another?”
“Uh, yes, thanks.”

The red-head got up and walked to the bar.

“Seanna?”
“Yes?”
“Let’s be sisters.”
“What a wonderful idea! We could ‘adopt’ each other.”
“Yes. And we could share secrets, and all the things we wanted to talk
about and do as kids.”
“We should celebrate. Say, I’ll open some champagne!”

They giggled over pulling the cork, Seanna holding the bottle between her
legs, and Sandy stroking the neck of the bottle.

“What a big one you have, and what an odd color!” Sandy laughed. Secretly,
she was fighting an urge to kiss Seanna, finding the red-head unaccountably
attractive. “What’s going on with me?” she thought.

Eventually, the bottle was opened and the bubbly was poured. They clinked
glasses, smiled at each other, and toasted their new “sisterhood”.

“But no favors at work,” Sandy said after a moment. “I want no mistake,
I’m gonna make it on my own.” The drinks had loosened her tongue a bit.
“Why, of course not. Not even for a real sister. You should know me
better.”

They drank in silence for a while.

“My aunt and uncle were religious, too. They made sure we all went to
church and Sunday school and all that, but I stopped when I went to college.”

To herself Sandy thought, “I never was attracted to another woman before.
Should I tell her?”

“I stopped going to mass many years ago,” Seanna answered. “To me it seems
the church doesn’t see that God made us the way we are, and, well, that it’s ok
to enjoy what we’ve got.”
“I wish I were as beautiful as you,” the brunette whispered, as the red
head refilled the glasses.
“What? Silly, you’re a very beautiful woman. The men at the office think
so, too. I’ve watched them look at you. Erik likes to watch you getting
things from the bottom drawer of the file cabinet.”
“He watches your bottom, too,” Sandy giggled.
“He’s good looking, isn’t he?”
“Umm. When he walks by and gives me that smile I kinda melt. He’s got
great buns, doesn’t he?” Sandy was loosening up, the champagne and the sudden
close friendship making her feel very comfortable.
“Oh, yes. I almost forget what I’m doing sometimes, watching his tight
little cheeks.”

They sipped some more. A warm cozy feeling was creeping up Sandy’s
insides. Her secret attraction to Seanna, and the talk about Erik, to whom she
was also attracted, was taking a toll.

“You ever wonder what he’d be like? I mean, er, in bed,” she blurted.
“Yes, but not enough to do anything about it… yet.” They laughed.

They sipped a while in silence.

“Do you have a man in your life now, Sandy?”

She has had several men, but has found them generally too rash and
insensitive, and not formed any lasting attachments. Besides, though she would
like a warm, nurturing relationship, and fulfilling sex, she would rather not
give up her career, as she feels she must if she were to marry, and she is
convinced that living with someone would be the same.

“No, not right now. You?”
“Nobody special. The last guy I went with, I thought he was special. He
was one of the few who didn’t mind my being ‘Ms President’ and who – well, he
was exciting, but… no good.”

Seanna is very selective about those she allows to participate in her
private “rites”, and is fiercely loyal to her men- until they prove themselves
“unworthy” of her, when she drops them, often on their heads. She is willing
to try anything to see if she likes it, and she usually does.

“Seanna? Is it wrong for a woman to be, er, ah, attracted to another
woman?”
“Wrong? No, of course not.”
“Would that make her a lesbian?”
“No, not unless she preferred women to men as a rule.” Seanna replied,
“Why?”
“Oh, er, nothing. Excuse me. All this champagne, I need the bathroom.”
She got up, went down the hallway and closed the door. The inner warmth was
very strong, and after relieving her bladder, the touch of the paper sent a
thrill up her belly.

“No,” she thought, “not here.” But the demanding warmth called her, and
she wet a fingertip in her mouth and touched her love button.

Meanwhile, Seanna sipped more champagne and wondered about Sandy’s
question, and wondering at her own attraction to the voluptuous brunette. She
got up, walked to the bar, and found some pretzels. She poured them out into
a bowl, carried them back to the sofa, and nibbled at them.

Sandy’s touchings had only increased the heat, her juices flowing, her now
swollen nether lips hungry. She spread her thighs a little wider, her love bud
lengthening in its nest. Her fingers played in the medium-brown patch of
gently curled hair which barely covered her full woman’s lips. She pressed her
thumbs together above her sparsely covered mound and pushed downward. Her bud
stood out straighter, her frilly inner lips opening. She moved her thumbs up
and down, and the little hot wad moved up and down in the caressing nest.

Desire filled her, like a hollow in her loins. She rocked her hips forward,
sliding to the front edge of the seat. She kicked the white cotton panties
off her legs and spread her knees yet further. Her thigh muscles tensed and
relaxed, tensed and relaxed. Her flexing fingers milked at her hot delta of
flesh, drawing waves of heat from her inner needs. She inserted a finger, then
two, and worked them in and out, trying to console her agonized need. Then she
began to walk them around inside herself. She began to mew softly. Her other
hand joined the first, rubbing at the frilly inner lips, teasing the bud which
sent such intense chills and warm lightnings in her belly.

“She’s been gone a long while,” Seanna mused, finishing her glass. “I
wonder if she’s all right.” She chuckled aloud. “She’s had a lot to drink, I
hope she didn’t pass out in there.”

Sandy’s hands were working a dance on her soft wet flesh, her little moans
becoming audible. She flung her knees wide, pressing a third finger into
play. She clawed at her inner softness, her other hand gripping the top of her
pussy, twisting and sliding against her erect button. Shocking heat speared
through her. Her ass bounced on the toilet rim.

“I better see if she’s okay.” Seanna got up and walked to the closed
bathroom door, and listened a moment. She heard a soft moan from within.

“Sandy?”

No answer.

Sandy’s mouth was open in a grimace, her head tossing from side to side,
her three fingers buried to the second knuckle, her left hand massaging a
breast.

Now Seanna really was worried. She hesitated a moment, then opened the
door.

“Oh! Excuse… Oh.” Embarrased at having barged in, but fascinated by the
scene she was witnessing, Seanna stood a moment in the doorway. Sandy turned
three shades of purple, returning to the world, and began to cover herself.

“Oh, sweet little sister, don’t stop. Finish what you started.”

Sandy’s hands really didn’t want to leave their work, and after a moment
resumed their clawing. Seanna watched, her own fires warming. She softly
entered the room, and sat on the edge of the tub next to Sandy.

“Oh yes. Oh, is that good? Mmm.” Her hands went to Sandy’s face, pushing
back a strand of hair.

Sandy had both hands back on her mound, one working the puffy lips back and
forth, the other once more plunged in, wriggling at the hot flesh of the front
wall of her canal.

The older woman leaned forward a bit, until her lips just brushed those of
her newly-adopted sister. Her tongue darted out, just whisking against Sandy’s
soft red, also darting tongue.

Seanna found the buttons up the back of Sandy’s sheer blouse, and undid
them while they kissed, then pulled the blouse gently from the brunette’s
shoulders as she broke away. Her hands went to the front snap of her bra and
undid it quickly. The older woman’s fingers gently drew the straps from the
brunette’s shoulders and pulled the bra from the treasures it had held. Sandy’s
full large breasts were capped by brownish silver-dollar sized areoles
surrounding little berries that had puckered up hard with her excitement.
Seanna’s hands went to the twin globes and stroked them, rolling the nipples
gently.

“How big your areoles are! And look how your nipples pucker.” She bent and
darted her tongue over them.

Sandy’s hips began to buck, her moaning grew louder.

The red-head leaned forward and flicked her tongue over the hard-puckered
tip of Sandy’s nipple, while her hand joined Sandy’s own. At first exploring,
then massaging Sandy’s erect love bud. She pressed and pulled at the little
wad, watching Sandy’s face.

“Unn!… Ohh!… OOOOH!”

“Cum, little sister. Oh, yes, cum. You look so pretty when your
cumming!”

Sandy reached the heights. She tottered a moment, delightfully pausing at
the brink of the precipice, then plunged headlong. Lightnings and sparks went
off in her body, her muscles jerked and spasmed, her round ass bumping on the
seat. Her head was thrown back, her mouth open. The tight muscles forced her
fingers half out of her body.

“OOOOOOOOHHH.”

Skillfully playing the rhythm of Sandy’s spasms, Seanna gently stroked her
trigger, extending the awsome throes of Sandy’s pleasure.

Slowly, the after-shocks eased, settling into a warm fuzzy glow. Seanna
was enthralled, watching the younger woman. Her own love channel had heated,
her ice-blue lace panties were drenched.

“Kiss me again,” Sandy murmered.

Eagerly, she did, and found a warm, wet tongue licking the corners of her
mouth. Sandy’s tongue answered. The brunette’s hands went out to Seanna’s
body.

Suddenly, she broke away. “Seanna, I’m scared and I’m embarassed. I…
I’ve never… er, …”

The red-head replied, “Neither have I, sweet little sister. I’ve never
even considered it before. Relax. We’re sisters, remember?”
“You always seem to know things,” Sandy remarked, nodding.
“Come on, let’s not stay in here.”

They wandered back out into the hallway, Sandy clutching her discarded
blouse and undies. They returned to the living room, and sat back down on the
sofa. Sandy’s bounteous breasts were still exposed, her rumpled skirt askew on
her hips.

Sandy took a big gulp of champagne.

Seanna smiled at her. “I’m hot, too, now,” she said softly. She picked up
her champagne glass in one hand, sipping, and slid the other hand to the crotch
of her pants, her eyes welling deeply as the looked at the full-chested
brunette.

Sandy watched wide-eyed as the red-head began to rub herself gently through
the cloth. She drank some more champagne, and watched in silence. Her
curiosity was aroused as well as her inner fires, which rekindled at the sight.

Suddenly, she leaned forward and began to undo Seanna’s blouse. “I bet your
breasts are beautiful.”
“They’re kinda small, not like yours.”
The brunette stopped at her words. “Maybe she doesn’t want me to,” she
thought.
“Go ahead. Please. I want you to,” the red-head whispered.

Sandy slowly and gently finished with the buttons, then slowly pulled the
tails from under the belt, drawing the blouse open like curtains, unveiling the
shapely fleshy mounds beneath. Seanna was not wearing a bra. Though not
large, her breasts were well shaped and full, firm, set high, and crowned with
quarter-sized areoles which stood firmly, almost like a breast on a breast.

“Oh! They ARE beautiful. And I love your freckles!” Her chest, like her
face, was sprinkled with little freckles.

On sudden impulse, she leaned forward and kissed the hardening pink tips.
Seanna’s nipples were highly sensitive and erectile. She has been known to
“get off” just on these. The sensation sent chills down her spine, and little
sparks of heat in her belly.

Seanna removed the blouse and sat back to enjoy the attention, humming
softly in her throat. Sandy broke off to kiss her again on the mouth, parting
her lips, hungrily pushing her tongue between the red-heads lips.

Sandy’s fingers explored the other woman’s firm breasts, cupping and
squeezing them, pulling the nipples, which grew puffy and full. She kissed her
way down her neck and fastened her mouth around the full pinkness, flicking the
tip of her tongue over the ripening raisins.

Seanna’s moaning grew.

“Come, little sister.” She said, after a while. Getting up, she took
Sandy’s hand, and led her to the bedroom. She dimmed the lights to a rosy
glow, and began to remove the rest of her clothes. Under the severe business
suit, she had worn very feminine lace underwear in Ice-Blue, a color that
accented her hair and milk-white skin.

In fact, sometimes, she will go without underwear, delighting in the
delicate sensuous feeling, and in the secrecy and the “naughtiness” of it.

When she had removed the clinging material, Sandy saw that her “bush” was
full, a tangle of color slightly deeper red than the hair on her head, diamond-
shaped, with a thin spear of color projecting three-quarters the way to her
full, sensuous navel.

Her legs were thin but well shaped, and terminated in a pair of globes that
were a delight to behold, and, as she bent to remove her stockings, the
brunette glimpsed the sanctuary whose altar lies behind nature’s pink and
frilly veil.

Sandy giggled slightly and removed her skirt and stockings. In a moment,
there were two very different, very beautiful and very naked women standing by
the bed.

Seanna laughed. “We forget to bring the bubbly!”
“I’ll get it,” Sandy laughed.

Seanna watched her go. She really did have a nice derriere.

“Don’t forget the glasses,” she called out.

Seanna turned down the cover on the big bed, and when Sandy returned, she
smiled and bounced onto the bed, sliding over and patting the space next to
her. Sandy giggled again, put the bottle and glasses on the night-table, and
sat next to and facing her. She put her arms around the older woman’s neck,
her ample breasts just brushing the tips of the red-heads smaller ones.

Seanna began to stroke Sandy’s back, running her hands up and down the
other woman’s spine, the unfamiliar touch of her feminine finger tips beckoning
the brunette back down to the dizzying rush of excitement. She reached lower
and lower, finally stroking and squeezing the younger woman’s rounded buttocks.

Sandy flicked Seanna’s cone-shaped nipples with her tongue, lightly
brushing them, teasing, then covered one with her mouth, sucking it in and out
between her lips.

Seanna began to groan again, lying down, her legs writhing on the covers.
Sandy flicked the tip of her tongue over the now full cones, and the red-head
began to shiver.

Seanna cupped her hands over Sandy’s breasts as they hung down over her,
and began to knead them, squeezing the warm flesh, rolling her large nipples in
her fingers.

“That feels so good, Seanna,” she murmered. Her hand strayed down Seanna’s
belly. “You’re so pretty. I love your red hair. See how it curls. It’s so
full and bushy.”

She ran her fingers through the shock of curls adorning Seanna’s belly.
She pulled gently at the red curls, stroking her way closer and closer to the
mound they covered. Then, slowly and gently, she parted the fleshy folds and
ran a finger in the valley between.

The red-head put her arms around the brunette and pulled her onto her
undulating body, wrapping her thin legs around the younger woman’s fuller
ones. She pressed her hot wet flesh against Sandy’s thigh.

Sandy squirmed around, then sat up, working one of her legs under, the
other over, Seanna’s. Then she pressed forward, until her warm woman’s lips
were kissing the red head’s.

She stroked the other woman’s belly with her fingers, running them up over
her breasts, down over her hips.

She manouvered herself until her again erect bud was pressing hotly against
Seanna’s, almost like a miniature penis. She ground her hips forward, the heat
rising once more. She pushed her index finger down so that it touched both
their triggers, then pumped it up and down.

Seanna lunged her hips forward and up, raising the pressure, pressing her
own lengthening bud against the brunette’s. The two women writhed and
squirmed, finding the right angle, pressing. Their wet warmth bumped and
ground together, kissing and sucking against each other like two hungry mouths,
their hands squeezing each other’s breasts, pulling each others nipples. The
red and dark-brown curls mingled wetly as their writhing bodies sought release,
their two erect love-buds straining against each other.

Sandy dimly thought to herself, as she started the trip to the pinnacle,
“Am I doing this? Or am I dreaming?”

Seanna was lost to thought, her quicker responses having already brought
her near the edge. She began to quiver, her nipples erected, her voice lost in
little mewing whimpers.

“Mmmm… oo, oo, mmmMMMM.”

As Sandy went up the ladder of excitement, a part of her was watching
Seanna. “She really gets into it, doesn’t she.” she thought. Seanna had begun
to cum. Her stomach muscles knotted, little beads of sweat grew from her skin,
her areoles grew so they looked ready to burst.

“mmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMAAAAAAH!”

In the next moment, Sandy, too, went over, plunging into the lightnings
once more. Her lips clamped and released as her sphincters went into spasms,
rubbing more fiercely against her slender partner’s.

“OHH… UNG…AHH.”

Sandy collapsed over the red-head’s body. They twined their arms and legs
about each other, squirming in their after-shocks.

“Ohh. Nice,” Seanna breathed. “But I still want. Oohh. I want something
in me.”

She rolled over, refilled the glasses, handed one to Sandy, and sipped.

Then she got up, walked across the room, opened a drawer and withdrew a
huge knobbed vibrator.

“Do you have any ‘toys’ at home, Sandy?”

Sandy was embarrased, first at the sight of Seanna’s “toy” and second to
admit that she used them. Actually, when she feels the urge, at home, she would
often and easily “help herself” with fingers, pillow and a “toy”. She usually
keeps her wants and desires to herself, not expressing them easily. But after
a moment, she admitted.

“Yes, a smaller one, though.”

Seanna walked back to the bed, brandishing the instrument like a sword.
She sipped some more champagne, then lay back on the pillows. She held the
vibrator between her legs, prodding at her still-moist lips, then stopped.

“Here, won’t you do me?” she asked, handing the instrument to Sandy.

Sandy hefted the thing, stared wide-eyed at Seanna’s writhing, vulnerable
body, her legs spread wide, her pink gates open.

She gulped down the rest of the glass, then crawled over until she was
sitting between the red-heads knees.

She lay the vibrator lengthwise in the the older woman’s valley and rubbed
it slowly up and down. Seanna reached down and pulled her lips apart with her
fingers, moaning softly. Sandy prodded at the entrance to the tunnel of love
with the bulbous head of the instrument, twisting and turning slowly. She found
the control knob on its butt end, and turned it a little.

A low pitched hum began, the device waking in her fingers. She prodded and
twisted some more, wetting the end in Seanna’s ample juices. Seanna moaned,
her fingers dancing on her lips and mound. Sandy watched fascinated as the
device began to slip into the warm pink opening, framed so beautifully by the
red curls. She pushed, then pulled it almost out, then pushed again, recalling
how she did herself at home.

With each entry Seanna’s moans grew deeper. When half its length had
disappeared, Sandy turned the control up a bit more. The low hum rose to a
snarl, the instrument pulsing and growling in her hand.

“Ohh… Good… Mmm… More… Ohh…”

Sandy pulled it slowly out, then back in. It slid more easily as Seanna’s
moisture wet the ribbed shaft. Sandy was warming to her task, and began to
pump the instrument in and out, twisting the control up and down.

Sandy’s free hand wrapped itself around her left breast, squeezing herself,
pulling at the nipples, stretching them, then pressing them.

Seanna was squeezing her own breasts. She spread her fingers in a fan, and
rotating her wrists, drummed her erect nipples.

Her knees spread wide on each in-stroke, then drew together on the out
stroke. Her head rocked back and forth.

“Ahhg! Yes! Ohh! Innn! Ohh. Harder!”

Sandy pumped. She pressed in as far as she dared, feeling the soft
resistance of Seanna’s insides. She watched enthralled as the red head began
to buck, her hips and her delicious ass thrusting up off the bed, her knees
shaking.

Sandy’s hand found her own wet tunnel, and probed.

She watched the red-heads pink flesh as it drew back and forth with the
instrument, how her erect nubbin clawed at it as she pressed it in.

“Ohh. Give it to me! Ohhhhhh!”

Seanna bucked up, her body contacting the bed only on her feet and
shoulders. Her skin flushed, her freckles seeming to stand out, her nipples
expanding.

Sandy turned the control up all the way. The instrument roared, it seemed
almost to draw into Seanna’s body of itself. Seanna pressed her hips forward
and down, impaling herself even more deeply than Sandy had dared.

“mmmmmmmMMMMMMMAAAAH!”

Sandy rotated the butt of the vibrator, twisting it in the red-head’s body,
stirring the flesh. She stirred her own flesh with her fingers.

“mmmmMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAH!”

Again the rising moaning cry burst from Seanna’s throat. Her body flopped
back to the bed, she rolled onto her side, the vibrator still deep in her
body. She drew her knees up to her chest and shook. Sandy had released her
hold when Seanna dropped, but now reached out and took it once more. The butt
end was slippery with the overflow of Seanna’s hot honey. Her round ass-cheeks
glistened with it.

Sandy pumped the shaft, jerking it with very short quick strokes.

Seanna’s whole body shook with each stroke. Her arms clasped her knees,
her head jerked back, her face a grimace.

“Nn… NNg… Gggk…”

Inarticulate throat noises escaped her lips.

Finally, the spasms began to ease. She rolled onto her back, her legs
straightened.

Sandy turned the control off and began to withdraw the vibrator.

“Ahh! Wait! Slowly.”

More gently, she eased the monster from its soft casing.

“Gee, I never cum like that,” she thought.

Seanna lay back, exhausted, her eyes closed.

Sandy looked at the instument, slick with the red-head’s honey. She lay
down next to Seanna, spread her legs and pressed it to her tunnel.

How big it felt! Wet as it was, and ready as she was, it entered easily.
She pressed it in another inch, then reached up and turned it on. Oh, how it
moved! Her finger play had readied her, her watching the other woman’s
pleasure had dazzled her, and now the vibrator was completing the work.

She raised her knees higher, spread them as wide as she could, and took the
device in both hands and pushed.

“Ohh. Yes, its good. Ohh.”

Seanna awoke from her drowse at the sounds.

“Oh, little sister, let me.”

Seanna took both the big fluffy pillows and mounded them together.

“Here. Lie over these,” she instructed.
Sandy rolled over onto the pillows, her voluptuous round cheeks in the air,
her knees far apart.

“Now relax, little sister.”

Seanna parted Sandy’s lips with one hand and guided the huge instrument
into her love channel with the other. She snaked it around in Sandy’s body.
When a good part of its length had disappeared, she switched it on.

“Mmmm…” Sandy mumbled into the sheets as the device hummed within her.

Seanna worked more and more of the device into Sandy, twisting and turning
it as she did. With her free hand she began to stroke and pinch gently at the
elevated cheeks of Sandy’s wiggling derriere.

“Ohh. Umm.”

Seanna advanced the control another notch, the device began to growl.

“Oooh… Ung..”

The red-head pumped the vibrating device in and out of Sandy’s hot tunnel,
pressing it this way and that, stimulating every nerve. She watched how
Sandy’s flesh clung to the huge shaft as she withdrew it, how it pressed her
flesh inward as she forced it back into the depths. She watched as the little
ring of her rearmost opening pooched in and out.

Sensing the brunette was at the edge, Seanna turned the machine on full and
pressed it in, working it around. She massaged the soft purple pucker of
Sandy’s other opening with a wet fingertip.

“Arrrg… Ohhh.. NNNNNG!”

Sandy’s cheeks waved back and forth, the muscles jiggling and rippling, as
the waves of intense pleasure mounted to climax. Sandy came. And came.

Her insides churned as never before, her muscles tightening, flashes of
heat coursing her spine.

She clamped hard on the monster, as it roared within her. She thought she
would pass out, but still Seanna insistantly stirred the machine in her body,
stroked her little ring as it pooched in and out.

At last she slumped, and the device turned off. Slowly it withdrew from
her body, she felt both relief and loss at its going.

“Oh, Seanna. That was… beautiful! Oh, I’m so tired!”
“Me too, little sister. Stay with me tonight, we’ll sleep well.”
“Good. Thanks. Hold me?”

They kissed and fell asleep in each others arms.

All of this is just introduction. The real start of this story begins with the
fact that our little station gets 80% of its money from fundraisers and
listener subscriptions. Every December we hold our annual Holiday Crafts Fair,
which features lots of really high class craftspeople from the Northeast and
Midwest. I made one of my vists to the Fair last night. I still get in free as
a “retirement benefit” from the station.

Weekday evenings are much easier than Saturday and Sunday afternoons, which
are totally packed. I was walking through the main hall when my eye caught
something from a distance. I wasn’t sure but it looked a lot like the fedora
hat that Eve always used to wear and the head and form underneath the hat
likewise looked familiar. I eased my way through the crowd to get closer, and
yes, it was Eve. I came up to her side and caught her eye.

“Hey, it’s good to see you.”

She looked happy but a bit sheepish. I suspected she felt a bit guilty about
leaving the intern position two and one-half years ago.

“You know, I never harbored expectations about people who come in as interns.
No one really seems to realize that producing radio is much more time
consuming than whatever preconceptions you arrive with.”

We walked into the snack bar that was adjacent to the main exhibition hall,
sat down and had a bite. We talked for over half an hour and my original im-
pression of her was only being reinforced. Degree in biology (like me), worked
in a couple of medical labs, travelled around, worked as a telephone company
repair technician (very impressive to me, not having any idea how the phones
work) and now she was still in the same job she’d been in when she interned,
the enforcement division of NYC’s environmental protection agency. On one
level this was all a friendly conversation. On another, that of eye and body
laguage, it was flirtation. She maintained eye contact with me almost
constant- ly, something I find very attractive. She was interested in my life
in the last couple of years, why I’d left the station, what sort of stuff I’d
been writing about transmission lines, nuclear waste and depressing stuff like
that.

She asked if I was in a hurry or would I like to share a bottle of champagne
with her back at her place in Brooklyn. People in NYC may wear jeans and
sneakers but a lot of us seem to like expensive wine.

The subway ride from the upper west side of manhattan to the Park Slope
section of Brooklyn takes about 45 minutes. You can’t talk much during most of
the ride because subway brakes are too noisy. Lots of people in New York stick
their fingers in their ears while a subway is screeching because of the
decibel level. It actually hurts at times.

Exiting the relatively warm subway into the 25 degree cold on December 22 at
7Pm was a bit of a shock. It’s been raining and the combined effect of cold
rain and cold air meant for a less than leisurely walk to her house. Even
today I still am a bit shy with women, especially initially, so when I reached
out and touched and then held her hand as we walked, I felt much better and
warmer when she smiled broadly.

Apartments in New York are generally heated by steam, which is nice but as a
rule they are usually too cold or downright hot, with little in between. Hers
was the latter and despite the fact that it was just below freezing outside,
we were greeted at the front door by Eve’s roomate, Helen, who was wearing a
T-shirt. Helen had heard of me thru Eve and was very friendly, asking about
her favorite talk show hosts at the station, some of whom I told her I did not
know beyond saying ‘hello’ in the hallways.

The champagne was nice, bubbles tickling our throats and noses and sliding
right up into our heads. Helen went off to her room to get dressed to go out.
She began taking off her shirt just before she got to her room and the flash
of firm back muscles and breast I got before she disappeared gave me a bit of
a rush.

We went into Eve’s room, sitting on the floor over a backgammon board. I play
only once every so often so I usually have to relearn a bit each time. Eve, on
the other hand, played like a grand master, as a Charlie Parker album
played in the background.

After an hour or so of play I was reaching for the dice, looking down at the
board when Eve’s hand came forward and stopped me. I looked up at her, she
looked at me, took my hand and kissed my on the palm. I leaned over, pulled
her slightly closer and kissed her, one hand moving onto her shoulder and
rubbing her there. Her hand went behind my head, ran through my hair and then
to my neck, finally fingers brushing me behind the ears. Her lips were very
full strong and warm. Wonderfully responsive, as kissing should be: both
loving and erotic.

We paused, she hesitated and then said, “Are you going to freak out if I tell
you that I’ve wanted to fuck you for the last two years?”

I smiled , she did likewise and then motioned with her head in the direction
of her bed.

We undressed slowly, stopping to kiss again, feeling a bit uncomfortable about
removing our attention from each other to deal with something as mundane as
taking off our clothes. We undressed ourselves and each other. We lay on the
bed in the warm apartment, the radiator hissing in the background, the Charlie
Parker tape still supplying a soundtrack. We lay on our sides, facing each
other and separated by only three or four inches. One set of hands near the
bed were held, fingers entwined, the other pair stroked each other’s back and
sides, slowly, learning new bodies and their uniqueness.

My free hand slid down her stomach and began very gently brushing her pubic
hair, first above her vagina and then lower, but still out side. The backs of

my fingers slowly moved through the silky fur. She parted her legs by sliding
her upper leg over mine. Her hand moved down and fingers gently encirled by
cock, which was beginning to harden in a serious way. For fifteen minutes we
lay there, her fingers holding my cock while her thumb slowly rubbed the
sensitive part below the underside of the tip. The backs of my fingers to
lightly brush the outside of her vagina, feeling her start to moisten. We
maintained almost constant eye contact.

As I felt wetness I let my middle finger protrude between her lips. Not
actualy inside, but between the edges of her lips, up to the edge of her clit.

She moved closer, and we began to kiss. Our mouths and tongues were more
insistant now, passionate rather than just friendly, reflecting what was
occurring below. Entwined fingers held each other tight as did tongues.

I slipped my middle finger inside and as soon as I did so her grip on my cock
tightened noticably in response. I stiffened and so did she. I slid the finger
in as far as it could go, sliding it slowly up and down the walls of her cunt,
turning the finger, moving it up to reach her clit. Wet finger against wet
clitoris.

I’m not sure if I pulled her over on top of me or whether she rolled over on
top, but that’s how we ended up. She planted her slit right on top of my now
hard dick and lay with her weight on top of me kissing deeply and moving
against me. Her arms crooked under my shoulders and mine curled around her
back. I wasn’t inside her but it was a missionary position in reverse.

Eve lifted herself off me ,straddling my body with one leg on each side. She
took my cock in her hand but did not impale herself. She held it and began to
slide her wet vagina up and down its length. She repositioned herself so that
my cock was lying flat against my stomach and her slit was right on top of it,
sliding up and down. I never realized how truly sensitive a cock is until I
realized how conscious I was of the lips of her vagina draped over my cock,
her inner lips pressing on the top. I looked up at her and saw that she was
thoroughly enjoying this, obviously getting some very effective clitoral
rushes from having the head and shaft of my cock rubbing her almost
constantly.

She bit her lip , her eyes half closed and was taken with what she was doing
to both of us. It was a very special feeling and I wondered whether I was
going to lose control and spurt all over my stomach.

Finally she raised herself up a bit, held my cock and placed the tip just
where she began. She looked down at me, stared into my eyes with a look only
people in this condition have, and, very, very, very slowly impaled herself.

I always find this sensation exquisate and this time it was even more so. I
felt that I could detect and warmth and contour of every fold inside her
vagina. When she reached bottom she paused and I felt consumed, firmly and
warmly held.

She began to move, slowly at first. Sometimes it was up and down drawing me in
and almost letting me slip out, then she rotated her hips for a while or
leaned forward a bit to wantonly rub her clit against my pubic bone. We went
on like this for a long time, slowly moving together.

Years ago I took mescaline and one of the interesting effects was the fact
that in the initial stages my entire body felt the way my cock does when it’s
hard and hot. I was lying on my bed and concentrated on my arms, my legs, my
torso, my neck and head. My entire body felt like a hard penis onits way to
orgasm.

Eve was placing me in the same state without drugs.

I lay there moving up aagainst her, drinking in the feeling and watching her
She was very high, now, breathing heavily, her hands on my chest supporting
her self, arms beginning to shiver slightly from the strain and the passion.
The muscles in her stomach were flexed, her ass was beginning to quiver and
her body in the candlelight was flushed pink.

I had been running my hands over her back and sides and rubbing her ass. Now I
reached up to cup her breasts, her nipples already very hard. I moistened my
fingers and held them against the sides of her nipples, gently rubbing, and
then lightly held the palms of my hands against them as they brushed as she
moved up and down.

She began to move faster and whispered to me to keep it up. I could feel
myself building in my balls. She was giving herself extra impact on her
downstrokes and her breathing was labored. She began whispering my name over
and over again and her fingers on my chest dug themselves in slightly, a bit
of pain mixing with the pleasure. I felt her muscles grab my cock tightly, her
back stiffened and she came, head shaking side to side. She tried to catch a
scream but didn’t succeed.

I didn’t even try. Two more strokes in her suddenly tightened cunt and I
followed her over the edge, tumbling down, just missing unconsciousness. When
she was finished she slumped on top of me kissing, licking whispering promises
of love and satisfaction. I kissed back and held her tight.

When we finally came down, lying there in the glow of lovemaking and the
hissing radiator, we looked out the window into the night. It had begun
snowing. Large beautiful flakes drifting slowly down to earth amidst the haze
of the streetlights. A wonder that can make even the dirty, deadly streets of
New York, new and beautiful. The blood and grime covered by the white cold
shining snow. Peace.

As Jim rode the Metro North train from the Connecticut
suburbs into New York’s Grand Central Station, he was
eagerly anticipating the coming hour’s event. The previous
night he had telephoned in a response to an ad in Screw
Magazine’s “Hells Belles” section. Along with the myriad
ads for mistresses and dungeons, promising to do all sort of
unspeakable things to one’s body, was one featuring “total
physical domination” and wrestling. Jim had long fantasized
about being physically dominated by a strong, attractive
woman, being forced to submit repeatedly to painful
submission holds. After talking to Carol, the placer of the
ad, Jim felt that he had just found the answer to his
fantasies. Carol promised that she could easily make him
beg to be released. She especially liked to work scissors
and choke holds, and really got off on totally dominating
her “victim.” Even more than her more “normal” trade,
dominating men by bondage and spanking, she really loved
using her body to punish them. After hearing all that, Jim
immediately made an appointment with Carol for the next
afternoon. Now his dream was about to be realized.
The walk from Grand Central to the 27th Street address
Carol had given Jim seemed to take forever, Jim was so
anxious for his match to begin. As he walked along, Jim
dreamed of being held by Carol in various holds, but failed
to understand how a girl who sounded so sexy on the phone
could manage to squeeze a submission out of him. He had
watched many videos of mixed matches where the women had the
men yelling out agonized submissions, but it was always
obvious that the holds were staged and the men were
submitting “for the camera.” Although Jim was slightly
built, at 5′8″ and 140 pounds, he felt he was strong enough
to take any woman. Carol’s promise to make him beg for
mercy seemed remote.
Finally he reached the address. He rang the doorbell,
and someone buzzed him in. He climbed the two flights of
stairs promised by Carol and knocked on her door. After a
minute the door was opened by a very tall pretty blonde
wearing an electric blue housecoat. “Hi, you must be Jim,”
she said pleasantly. “I’m Carol. Come on in.”
Jim walked in to a pleasant apartment, dominated by
several large wrestling mats placed on the floor. What
furniture there was was pushed to one side. “As you can
see, I have everything ready for our match. Do you have
something for me, Jim?” said Carol.
Jim fished in his pocket and found the $200 they had
agreed on. Carol took it into another room and quickly
returned. “While you strip down to your shorts, I’ll go
over the ground rules. Ok?”
Jim readily agreed and started to undress. Carol
slipped off her bathrobe. “Wow!” Jim thought. Carol was a
“10″ in anybody’s book. About six feet tall, she was
wearing a tightly-fitting one-piece shiny blue bathing suit.
Her breasts were were nice-sized, but not overly large. The
shiny fabric of the bathing suit was stretched so tightly
over her luscious body that he could see her erect nipples
outlined. Her legs were long and “ran all the way to her
ass.” They were very shapely, but Jim could tell that they
were well-muscled. Carol struck a biceps-flex, revealing
arm muscles that would make many guys proud. “This may not
be as easy as I thought!” raced through Jim’s mind.
Carol outlined the ground rules for their match.
“Number 1. No biting, scratching or hitting with closed
fists. Slapping and spanking are ok, but judo chops are
out. Number 2. You can only win a hold by a pin, but I can
win by either pin or submission. Number 3. None of this
silly three-second pin stuff. We declare a pin when the
loser agrees that he is helpless to get up. Number 4. After
a pin or submission we have a one minute rest break, then go
again. Number 5. The match goes for one hour or until one
of us gives up totally. Number 6. If we roll off the mat,
we break and start again. Agreed?”
Jim nodded his assent and told Carol he was ready
whenever she was. Carol set a wind-up timer for one hour
and started it. She stepped to the center of the mats and
motioned for him to follow. Taking a slight crouch, she
said “Let’s wrestle, sucker!”
The two circled warily, each looking for an opening.
Jim made a lunge for Carol’s head, but she deftly spun away,
twirling around so quickly Jim could scarcely believe his
eyes. He was still recovering his balance from this lunge
when Carol jumped him, taking him in a side headlock. She
locked her hands and quickly rolled him over her right hip
onto the mat. Pivoting around, Carol tightened the headlock
and spread her legs for stability. She was arranged at a
right angle to him, with most of her weight on his chest and
head, one beautiful fabric-clad breast thrust in his face.
Normally Jim would love to be under such a well-built
beautiful woman in such a position. However, it was quickly
apparent to Jim that her well-muscled arms were indeed
strong, for the headlock was painful! She worked the hold,
twisting and flexing her arms, sending spasms of pain
through Jim’s neck and head. She countered any move on his
part by pivoting to keep their 90-degree arrangement. Jim
was in real trouble, and the match was only seconds old!
Carol continued to work the hold, and before long Jim could
sense some dizziness creeping up.
Finally he managed to jam his right arm between his neck
and her arms. Forcing against her grip with all his
strength, he managed to break the hold. Rolling away from
Carol, Jim shook his head, trying to shake off the pain and
dizziness. He didn’t have long to think about it, though.
Carol jumped him from behind and quickly took him in a
sleeper. Her right arm was around his neck, her hand
nestled in her left elbow. With her left hand she pressed
firmly against the back of his head, driving his head deep
into the crushing vee of her right arm. “I’ve got you now,
sucker! Do you give?” she taunted.
“Never!” grunted Jim. “Ok,” she retorted. “Say good
night, little boy.” She increased the force with both arms,
and Jim quickly began to feel the pressure. His ears were
ringing and he was having real problems breathing. Carol
was pushing so hard against his head that he toppled
forward, enabling her to bring her weight into play.
The last thing he remembered was her legs sliding
against his sides and back. Then he was flat on his
stomach, trying to figure out where he was. As he tried to
get up, his muscles jerked spasmodically in a “chicken
walk.” Gradually he came to his senses and realized that
her sleeper hold had really “put him out.”
“That’s one for me,” boasted Carol. “You get one minute
before we go again!”
Jim tried to make the most of his minute’s rest, but he
still felt shaky when Carol said, “Let’s go.”
This time, as the two circled, Jim was careful not to
make such a rash lunge for Carol. He made several cautious
moves toward Carol, but she was always a split second ahead
of him, spinning out of the way ready to pounce a second
later. Finally Carol lost her concentration for an instant
and Jim was able to get his arm around her neck in a side
headlock. He wasn’t able to flip her smoothly onto the mat
as she had done him, however, and he two wrestlers fell down
together. Although he managed to keep his headlock, Carol
was able to snake her legs around his his left leg and lock
her ankles, scissoring his thigh. She immediately tightened
her leg grip and started working out of his headlock. A
sudden jolt from her legs made him flinch, giving Carol the
opening she needed. She pushed up on his arms and pulled
her head down, escaping his grip. Quickly she snared his
left arm in a half-Nelson. The pair grappled for several
minutes, as Carol gradually asserted more and more control
over Jim.
Finally, as he tired, Carol was able to pin his other
arm and mesh her fingers behind his neck, establishing a
full-Nelson. She tightened the leg scissors and the Nelson,
twisting him painfully. “How you doing, big boy? Wanna
give?” she taunted. Jim was determined to ride this
through, however. “Never!” he grunted once again.
Carol maintained the pair of painful holds for several
minutes more. His leg ached from the constrictive pressure
of her muscular thighs, and his neck hurt like hell from the
tight Nelson. Still he wouldn’t submit.
Eventually Carol decided that this attack wouldn’t be
successful. She released his leg, using the Nelson to keep
Jim sprawled on his stomach. Suddenly she let go of his
arms and spun around, keeping her full weight squarely on
the center of his back. She scooped up his feet and firmly
tucked each ankle under her armpits. Squatting, she pulled
down on his legs and leaned back, executing a perfect Boston
Crab. The pressure on his back and legs was instant and
excruciating. “Let me know when you’ve had enough.” she
chuckled.
Jim tried his best to press up with his arms to relieve
the pressure and to force his legs back, but it was to no
avail. Carol had the hold too well established and was now
increasing the pressure. It felt as if his back were
breaking. Suddenly he saw bright lights flash in front of
his eyes as his back muscles spasmed. At the same time an
intense pain shot from his spine. Instantly he screamed “I
submit! I submit! Just let me go!!”
Carol released his legs and sat down on his sore back.
Jim was totally out of breath, and her weight made it more
difficult to breathe, not to mention get up. “Gotcha again,
didn’t I!” she crowed, and spanked his bottom hard four or
five times.
She stood up and helped Jim to his feet. “You took a
lot of pain in that round, Jim. Let’s rest five minutes.”
Jim didn’t argue, just groaned in agreement and sprawled
on a nearby sofa. After a few minutes his breathing had
returned to normal, but his back still hurt fiercely. Carol
was back in the middle of the mats, motioning for Jim to
join her.
Finally Jim drug himself over to the mat and warily
approached Carol. Carol played with him, dancing away from
his clumsy attempts to engage her. Finally she took him in
a front neck grip, turned her back to him, and vigorously
threw him over her head. Jim landed roughly on the mat.
Carol was all over him. She slipped her shapely legs around
his waist, establishing a perfectly placed body scissors,
and took him in a side headlock. Carol’s legs were
beautifully shaped, but their muscles were deadly. She
tightened her grip around Jim’s waist, painfully
constricting him. He flailed at her legs but couldn’t
affect her python-like grip. After struggling against the
two constrictive holds for a few minutes, he collapsed,
offering no resistance.
“You’re mine now, buddy-boy,” Carol hissed into his ear.
She tightened her scissors grip rhythmically, driving the
air from his body. “Let me know when you’ve had enough.”
Jim was in absolute agony. Carol’s deadly legs were
painfully crushing his waist, just below his rib cage, and
made breathing nigh onto impossible. Just as soon as he
could manage to take in a small gasp of air she would
tighten her legs, expelling it for him. He finally tried to
gasp out a submission, but he had too little air to do more
than croak. “What’s that, Jim? I can’t hear you!” Carol
growled through gritted teeth, as she bore down on his waist
once again.
This routine continued for a few more minutes, Jim
growing steadily weaker. Finally he was no longer moving,
his face a reddish-purple. Carol released the headlock and
lifted his arm. When she let go, it flopped limply on the
mat. She had squeezed Jim totally unconscious. Carol
patted his cheek and disengaged her legs.
After two or three minutes Jim came around, looking like
something the cat had dragged in. “I’ve had enough,” he
coughed. “You’re just too much for me. Where did you learn
all that?”
“Jim, when you called,” Carol smiled, “I told you that
domination was my business, and wrestling was my favorite
part. I’ve been doing this for five years now, and seldom
lose a fall anymore. By the way, let me know when you want
to try again. I give a discount for losers! You haven’t
even tried some of my better holds yet. Ever been in a head
scissors or a camel clutch?”
It was another few minutes before Jim was able to get to
his feet and dress. He had certainly realized his fantasy,
in spades. Before he left, however, he made another
appointment to wrestle with Carol in a few weeks. Once a
fool…….

–

Written by Takatak

Bhavani aunty was Amit’s mother’s sister. She used to stay in Gujarat, but after her divorce she got shifted to Mumbai. She was very beautiful 35 year old well built lady. She had come over to my house to stay over for a few days. She was always dressed provocatively. Her Salwar Kameez used to be tight fitting clearly displaying the curves within. Also when she wore saree it was always with a low cut blouse. As a whole she was a hot piece. Amit found her very seductive but then he thought she was her aunt and he was not supposed to look at her from sexual angle. Many times while she slept in the afternoon, Amit would look at her thighs which got exposed due to her saree getting raised. Also her buttocks attracted his attention when she was sleeping on her stomach.
That day Amit returned from his school at around 1:00 p.m. He was supposed to go to his friend’s place to study as he was told that no one would be at home. Amit thought he would snick into the house after school for sometime to scan through his father’s collection of nude pics on the computer. So he had silently kept the house keys in his school bag. He entered the house and threw his bag in the corner and marched towards the hall where the computer was kept. While he was doing so, he crossed his parent’s bedroom, he heard some sound. He casually walked to the door and slowly opened it to find nothing. But to his shock, Bhavani aunty was on her knees in front of the bed. His father sat on the bed, had his pant unzipped and his penis was sticking out. Bhavani was shaking the 8 inch prick. Amit got scared. He wanted to run off. So Amit ran to the door. But then he thought they had not seen so why not observe what they were upto.
He silently made arrangements in the kitchen to hide in the cupboard in case of emergency. He quitely opened the door of the bedroom a bit and kept watching inside. Chirag(Amit’s Father) had his eyes closed and was enjoying the pure sensation of Bhavani sucking on his penis. Bhavani was very skillful in her operation. She was taking the pint penis head in her mouth and giving heavy jerks from the base. She then started taking in more and more till she had the whole of his penis in her mouth. Chirag smiled and patted her head as she gave him a deep throat.
Chirag thought about his wife and said,
"Your sister is still an ametuer in this field. Why don’t you teach her some tricks?"
Bhavani releasing the penis from her mouth said,
"Why should I bother to teach her? If I do so then you won’t even care for me!!"
Chirag said,
"You are my butterfly. You are great. You add spice to my sex life".
Bhavani started moving his penis and made lapping motions as if she was licking a choco bar ice cream. Chirag said,
"Okay, now do the strip dance for me"
Bhavani stood up and moved back from the bed. She started to gyrate her hips. She slowly let go of her saree from her shoulder and started to unwind from it. She moved like an orbiting planet displaying her full breast in her blouse. Her blouse showed distinct points indicating her erect nipples. She threw the saree on the bed and then slowly atrated unbuttoning her blouse. After she had removed three buttons, the blouse became compeletly loose and she moved it out of her arms. This feat exposed her round white globes of milk with dark brown nipples. She moved and carressed her hands on her tits and made moaning sounds. She held her tits by the nipples, shook them in circular motion thereby giving a rippling effect. Chirag’s prick was rock hard. He was shaking it while watching her undress. Then Bhavani pulled down her ghaghra. She was not wearing panty. Her dense pubic triangular hair got exposed. She moved her hand on the thick jungle and then turned around. She bend down pushing apart her legs. Her buttocks were heavy and very tasty.
Chirag saw her small puckered hole along with the lips of the fuckhole. The cunt was all wet. Bhavani stood up. Chirag approached her, stood in front of her and kissed her on the lips. He moved his hands on the tits, on her smooth back and finally rested them on her buttocks. Amit’s prick had stood up looking at all this. He had never known what forbidden fruit was like before this. Bhavani slept on the bed. Chirag stood between her legs. He spread her legs far apart and applied his penis at the cunt. He pushed in his prick slowly at first but then rammed it all the way in. Bhavani gave out a scream of delight. Chirag slept on her and kissed her lips. Holding her shoulders he started his up down movement in the cunt.
Bhavani was enjoying this to the fullest. The pleasure of foolong around with her sister’s husband always turned her on. Chirag started panting with all the exercise. Amit on the outside was going crazy watching all this. Chirag held her tits and pressed them hard. Bhavani said,
"Are you enjoying?"
Chirag said,
"Very! This is second time in my life after the first with you at the time of my marriage that I am throughly enjoying"
Bhavani added,
"Even I, though I had many partners the best upto now is you and only you"
Chirag kept on humping Bhavani for some time and then he was very close to orgasm. Bhavani said,
"Please withdraw, I would like to taste your juice"
Chirag was shocked. "I thought that Indian ladies don’t do forbidden things unless they are prostitutes"
Bhavani said,
"Don’t be mad. All women like to do this but only they are scared to spoil their image. Also they have to be forced to do so"
Chirag could not hold any more and so he withdrew, Bhavani took his prick in his mouth. The jets of sperm erupted from the eye of the prick and all this clearly vanished in Bhavani’s mouth. Bhavani smiled but cursed internally. What an useless husband my sister has got!! He can’t even fuck for 1/2 hour.
Chirag said,
"Don’t worry I would finger you till you cum"
Bhavani said,
"That even I could do !! Would you do something I tell you to do?"
Chirag said, "Well Yes sure?"
Bhavani said,
"Can you rim me and then blast my ass?"
Chirag was zapped. He could not believe what he heard. He said,
"You want me to fuck you up the ass. Ho My!! I always wanted to do it. Can I?"
Bhavani turned and slept on her tummy and spread her buttocks. Chirag observed her small asshole with anxiety. He asked,
"Have you done it before?"
Bhavani replied, "That was one of the reasons for my divorce. My husband felt disgusted to do it and I won’t go without it"
Chirag sat on the bed. Bhavani stood on her hands and knees and moved behind shaking her butts to where Chirag was sitting. Chirag nuzzlled his face into the crack of the big bum and smelled her hot asshole. He slowly probed her butthole by sticking the tip of his tongue on the periphery. Soon he was encircling her asshole which sent out delightful screams from Bhavani. Getting positive response, Chirag further oushed his tongue inside her ass and started salivating. This lead to his saliva wetting the outside of her hole. Chirag withdrew his tongue and lapped her asshole slowly for sometime. Bhavani suggested that he use his fingers to loosen her a bit for the action.
Chirag obidiently took his middle finger and started pushing in her butt. It was difficult for him to get the finger more than his nail inside. He withdrew from her ass and dipped his finger in the wet vagina and accumulated some of her juice and slid it up to her asshole. After some initial difficulty, Chirag slid half of his finger in. He frigged her like that for sometime. Bhavani was moaning with pleasure. Ever since she was raped in her ass by her husband’s best friend once, she had coaxed her husband to do her in ass. Now she was experiencing what she had on that dreaded night but only that today she wanted it done. Bhavani had used different Lady’s finger up her ass to satisfy her craving bum but it did not help.
Chirag was now fully erect. He stood in between her legs and held his penis. he touched her cunt and pushed his thingy fully inside and got it coated with the juice. He withdrew and then held the head of his penis at the asshole. Bhavani got ready. Chirag pressed hard. Bhavani gave out a scream. The penis was too big for her ass. Chirag stopped. Bhavani said,
"Don’t stop. Push in slowly"
He again increased pressure and was able to slip in the head of his penis in. Bhavani screamed and orgasmed. She shivered all over. She looked back and pulled her ass checks apart to relieve some of the pain. Chirag was enjoying this tightness of the hole. He kept on pushing inside. When he was about to ram in fully,,,
The door bell rang. Amit ran to the cupboard. Chirag pulled out his penis & started putting on his pants and shirt while Bhavani accumulated her clothes and ran into the bathroom. Chirag opened the door to find Sheena (his wife).
She came in and inquired, "Why are you sweating so much?"
Chirag made up a story that he had fallen asleep on the bed and forgotten to put on the fan. Chirag stalled her from going to bedroom as the fan was working full blast. Bhavani came out of the bathroom, turned off the fan and opened the cupboard slid inside.
Chirag then told Sheena, "We need to go to bank immediately. One of our check has bounced which I had drawn in your name". So they moved out of the house.
Inside the cupboard Bhavani felt uncomfortable. Then she felt a small had touching her thighs. She was shocked but did not scream. As soon as she heard the door close, she jumped out of the cupboard and opened it completely to find Amit. She said,
"What are you doing here?"
Amit got scared and said,
"I am sorry. Please I won’t do it again"
It struck Bhavani that Amit would have seen everything. Amit was only 13 and might know what she and Chirag wwere upto. She said,
"What did you see, when did you come in the house?"
He replied that he had seen everything. Bhavani said not to utter a word of what he had seen. She would help him anyway. Just then Amit’s parents came in the house.
During dinner, Chirag was continuously looking at Bhavani. When Bhavani stood up next to him to take salad, he watched her buttocks from the side and was fully aroused. In fact he had not lost his erection from the time he withdrew. Amit also saw that Bhavani aunty took chance and brushed her father’s pants when his mother had gone to kitchen. Also when everybody was seated Bhavani had placed her leg in the groin of Chirag for sometime. Chirag was controlling hard not to make any sounds and eat calmly.
After dinner, while Sheena went in the bedroom, Amit went to his room. Chirag held Bhavani by her buttocks clad in the saree and said,
"Oh! I want to fuck your ass"
Bhavani said,
"You can’t with Sheena around. And tomorrow I have to leave for my place"
Chirag said,
"I would die in this state"
Bhavani replied,
"Don’t act dumb. All girls have ass and so all girls have asshole. Take Sheena’s asshole today. I will make it upto to you next time we meet"
Chirag got scared and said that Sheena would divorce her for that. Just then Sheena came out. Bhavani jokingly ran to the hall. Soon Sheena and Chirag retired into the bedroom.
Sheena had observed that Chirag was in a very aroused state all the evening. She asked,
"Why have you been in this way?"
Chirag said,
"My friend had called up to tell me that he had experimented some new kind of pose and style to add spice to his sex life and both his wife and him went crazy after doing it. I say can we try it?"
Sheena replied, "How did they do it?"
Chirag said,
"HO!! nothing much, my friend had just made love to her wife in the doggy style and then he ejected his sperms on her buttocks."
Sheena shyed and said, "You have done that before only that you have always come in me"
Chirag said, "That is the whole point, I want to withdraw and puke my semen on your ass. That itself has aroused me as to how I would have to control"
Sheena agreed. She raised her night gown and removed her panties. She stooped with her hands taking support of the bedpost. Chirag came behind her and raised her gown to her waist. He observed the medium sized buttocks of his wife. He kissed them and then undid his pants to present his erect dick. Sheena was sure that Chirag was definitely as excited as he was when they had married. Chirag placed his penis at the cunt and rammed in fully. Sheena grasped the bedpost and moaned loudly as the unlubricated penis fully slid in her. He held her buttocks firmly and started humping her hard. On his withdrawl he strected her buttocks and observed her small asshole and let go of them on his pushing rythm.
Chirag pumped faster and then withdrew. Sheena turned around, Chirag said,
"Sorry, I am not not ready yet"
He again mounted her from behind and gained speed. Soon Sheena was envelopped in her mind shattering orgasm…..

Bhavani was also in an aroused state as she had already experienced the shattering orgasm of just a penetration in her ass. She wanted to have a dick up her ass. She slept on her bed. She raised her night gown and slid her finger in her panty. She frigged her cunt and then slowly fingered her anus. Slowly she inserted her finger in her ass. She moaned and started shivering. She was experiencing pleasure which she could not describe. She got so engrossed that she did not hear Amit come in her room. Amit said,
"Aunty why are you doing such a dirty thing"
Bhavani said,
"Oh! there is nothing wrong in touching your privates. I enjoy doing it"
Amit asked,
"What was father doing to you with his peepee?"
Bhavani said,
"He was just helping me reduce the scratching feeling I was having in my privates."
Amit asked,
"You are still feeling itchy down there?"
Bhavani said,
"Yes, your father only reduced the itching in here" she pulled her panty down a bit and called Amit closer to her. She touched her cunt lips. Amit was very excited to watch her aunty in this state. "But he did not help me to reduce the itch in here" and touched her asshole. Amit shivered and touched her asshole delicately. Bhavani held his hand at her ass and rubbed it up and down. Amit kept his other hand on her cunt and started rubbing her cunt lips. Bhavani moaned with pleasure. She told Amit,
"Don’t tell anybody about this!"
She reached for his penis in the payajamas. She was delighted to find an erect member of normal thickness. She rubbed his penis and Amit came in his payajamas. Bhavani raised her nightgown and threw it aside. Her tits caught Amit’s attention. Bhavani encouraged him to press them. Amit started pressing them with all his might and this sent pleasure signal all through Bhavani’s body. Bhavani had completely undressed. She then pulled down Amit’s payajama and held his 5 inch erect member. It was still rock hard even after his first orgasm. Bhavani moved his foreskin and then let go of it. She said,
"Would you like to enjoy what you just felt again?"
Amit nodded. "Then do what I say!!"
Bhavani slept on her back and took Amit between her legs. Bhavani kept a pillow under her buttocks and then said,
"Do you see that small hole down there."
Amit anxiously touched her asshole and nodded. Bhavani said,
"Push your private in it. Then move it in and out"
Amit slowly tried to fit his penis in her ass. Bhavani felt a little pressure and then she felt the head of the penis had sliiped in her ass. She gasped and started gyrating her hips. Amit’s penis slipped out. Bhavani held it at her asshole and wrapped Amit in her legs and pushed him from behind. Amit’s prick slid in and Bhavani was again in heaven. Amit was completely in her aunt’s anus and was enjoying this ride to the fullest. Bhavani too was ecstatic and she orgasmed very wildly, jerking her hips high in air and taking Amit with her. Amit could not hold to the sucking sensation of his aunt’s ass and Amit orgasmed for the second time that night. He withdrew to find his sticky juice in the ass of her aunt. Bhavani relaxed. Amit fell besides her and started pressing her tits once more. Bhavani smiled at Amit and said, "You are a very good boy."

As soon as Sheena was shivering and enjoying her orgasm, Chirag withdrew completely and applied his penis to her asshole. Sheena was still engrossed in her orgasm. She felt an instant pain shoot up in her ass as Chirag harshly pushed hard and entered her. Sheena screamed loudly. Chirag did not give a heed and rammed her ass holding her hips. Sheena tightened her grip on the bedpost and screamed again. Chirag said,
"Come on. Don’t scream. It is not that bad"
Sheena said in a quivering tone,
"Oh you have gone… mad aahhh! It is !! hahhhhaaaa splitting me!!!"
Chirag moved and pushed till he was completely buried in her asshole. Sheena gasped. She had tears in her eyes. How can her husband treat her like a slut after all this years of faithfulness. She said,
"Please aahhhh!! Remove it from aAAeeeGGaa there."
Chirag added,
"All my friends do this to their wife and they never complain about the pain. Maybe after this when we try again it won’t pain"
Sheena sobbed and thought How disgusting. He wants to do it again and cause more pain. She kept sobbing while Chirag kept humping her asshole at a very high speed. He was enjoying the tight hole with high friction. He pumped very hard and made Sheena scream more…

Amit heard the screams. Bhavani knew that her sister was royally fucked today. She told Amit, "Your father is teaching your mother to take it up her anus. It is fun you know" Amit nodded…

Sheena screamed once more. Chirag rammed hard and stuck to her and ejected his manly juice up her asshole. Sheena felt the hot fluid up her butt. She felt totally disgusted. Chirag withdrew and fell on the bed. He said,
"Ho!! this has realyy exhausted me but I think I can do you once more in the ass if you just lick me?"
Sheena stared at Chirag and said,
"I am not going to do what you say"
Chirag said, "You have to or else you can join your sister. I would divorce you. What is the idea. I need to enjoy and even you. I spend so much on you so that you remain attractive. If I can’t fuck you like I want to then I might as well go to a prostitute."
Sheena got scared. She knew that her sister was already divorced and her father was finding it difficult to meet the ends. If Chirag divoced her then it would be a crisis. So she decided, in order to remain happy she would have to do what her husband told her to do. Silently, she held his penis and opened her mouth to engulf Chirag’s soft penis to start the humiliation once more….

I’ve long been fascinated by the idea of group sex. I’ve never tried
it, but it’s part of my fantasies.

I asked a friend who has participated in a number of these scenes and
he said “It’s a bit disappointing. People usually just pair off and
have sex in couples as if they were alone”.

Does group sex ever turn out to involve a lot of people simultaneously
involved with each other? What is the ideal setting for group sex? How
many participants are the ideal number?

Peter

Peter

I’d say not more than 3 or 4.. depending on what you have in mind.
Anymore than that, and things just become too distracting!

Terry

20-May-86 10:32:46

Dear Terry:

3 or 4 … do you think the best would be two males and two females, or
some other configuration? And if 3, should they be two girls and a man
or two men and a girl?

Peter

Peter,

To each his or her own as it were, but 2 couples, 2 male and 2 female
seemed best to me. I also have heard of problems with 3’s, but I think
the ultimate solution is just to have compatible people to begin with.
I’ve had wonderful times with 2 men and a woman, and know of a case
where just the reverse was true.

Terry
: * Peter *

Well … my own experience in a couple of such group occasions has been
that the participants didn’t separate off into couples, but pretty much
kept things going on a group level, i.e., everybody was both giving and
receiving mucho stimulation from everyone else. An important
consideration at these times was that the people involved (two men and
two women, plus yours truly) were on the bisexual end of
heterosexuality, so that when us lasses got all sort of wrapped up in
each other, the men participating felt comfortable with giving each
other a hand (so to speak), instead of just keeping their distance from
each other. On the whole, the experience was wonderful, and, I’d
recommend it for folks who want to have some extra-special fun with
close friends.
B.

23-May-86 09:00:07

Dear Brenda:

I’m delighted to learn that it can be as much fun as I imagine it to
be. I suppose that there has to be at least some element of bisexuality
for it to get much beyond the pairing-off into couples stage, and that
you would have to choose the participants with this in mind.

How did you get the whole thing started? Did it just sort of happen, or
did you plan it in advance?

Huggs … Peter

23-May-86 18:04:31

Peter

Well, these cheery events happened at a couple of conventions. There
wasn’t really planning as such. We *had* planned to meet with each
other at some point during the con, and it all started out as just some
people sitting around digesting a wonderful dinner. Then, with everyone
sprawled out on the bed, limbs entangled and some pleasant
conversation, we all just sort of gradually starting fiddling with each
other’s hair, and tickling necks, and dropping quick sweet pecks on
shoulders and such, and then someone took someone else’s shirt off, and
it sort of got all mushy and sexy from there.

I haven’t been involved in group sex for a little while now, a couple
of years, but even if the opportunity never pops up again (heaven
forfend!) I treasure those hours greatly.

B.

23-May-86 19:07:45

Brenda
Sounds like I should go to more conventions! I bet it wasn’t a computer
business convention!

Huggs … Peter

25-May-86 09:14:40

Peter
You’re right about that. It was a science-fiction con, actually. Those
folks can get a mite wild given the least excuse. I think it’s a
reflection of the interest itself, people have to be quite open-minded
to accept, for a while, the possibile reality of whatever future, past,
or alternate world that is being written about. And I think this
willingness to open one’s self up to ideas other than those one might
have been taught or pressured into believing, spills over into a lot of
other areas of an sf fan’s life. For what it’s worth (whoops, I meant,
“For what it’s worth,”) I know that there are particular hotbeds of
sf fans who first were exposed to, and became comfortable with, the
idea of group sex through the Robert Heinlein book, STRANGER IN A
STRANGE LAND.

B.

25-May-86 14:04:59

Brenda
So science fiction is where you can make your fantasies come true!
Thanks for the reference to the book – I’ll definitely look it up. I
have recently been told about John Norman’s series of books about GOR,
which also combine science fiction with eroticism. I am looking forward
to reading some of those.

Best wishes … * Peter *

25-May-86 20:53:22

as in many areas, three is the magic number.

25-May-86 22:39:1

Dear Harley,

I thought *seven* was the magic number. Three? Listen, m’love…
when a man says *three*, what he means is: two women and one man! I
think that’s a bit selfish and I’m sure you’ll agree!

Now if we could change the makeup of that threesome…..hmmmm.

Hugggs,
Eleanor

25-May-86 23:09:16

So how would you construct a sevensome, (septet?), Eleanor?

By the way, are you aware of the implications of writing Hmmmmmm on
this board?

Higgs …. Peter

26-May-86 19:08:26

Dear Smug Elly-
Actually, I WAS thinking of two men and one women.
It takes 2 men to cope with a woman, you see. they can lend each
other the emotional support that is needed so much when dealing with
you female types.
Peanut Butter huggs
Harley

26-May-86 21:52:29

shade baby blue eyes>

Oh!

Just *emotional* support?

Oreo Hugggs,
Eleanor

Dear Peter,

I’m pretty much unaware of the implications of everything.

A septet? Depends on who wants the septet, I think. If *I* were going
to have a septet, it would have to be six men and me. Does that sound
a bit greedy? Anyway, they would be my age or older (40+) and they
would all madly adore me. And then…..and then…..

Hey Peter. In Tibet they have polyandry! A woman often marries all of
the brothers in a family. Sound great to me. One to earn a good
living; one to do the yard work; one to keep house; one to take care of
the kids; one to run errands; and one to do the bookwork. Wow! *I*
would have to spend those days reading or strolling in the well-kept
garden.

You may not hear from me for a while. I’m checking OAG for flights to
Lhasa!

Huggggs,
Eleanor

Oh Don’t go, Eleanor! If you leave us all seven of us will miss you
terribly!

Huggs..Peter

Gosh Peter!!!!!

You left out one tiny detail —————————->

DETAIL——–> WHICH SEVEN ???????

Hug, hug, hug, hug, hug, hug, hug!
Eleanor

28-May-86 00:16:59

Me, Me, Me, Me, Me, Me and Me

Higgs from all of us …. Peter

28-May-86 15:47:14

Actually, Elly dear, two men are needed so that one can hold the
member of the gentle gender down so the other can do something other
than screw for abit.
with milk, (chocolate, of course)
Harley t/

My experience with ‘groups’ was always with small ones; two girls and
me, or two girls and two guys. Generally sex occurred in pairs with an
occasional real threesome. It would seem to me that for larger real
GROUP sex in every sense of the term, some tendency towards bisexuality
becomes a prerequisite. I guess I haven’t got those tendencies. For me
to have sex with another male even in the room, I have to know him
pretty well!
w.w.

Dear William

I agree. I’d have a problem in having to deal with other males in a
group sex situation. Perhaps my group sex fantasies are really harem
fantasies – other men just don’t come into them!

Peter

oooh! oooh! oooh! oooh! oooh! oooh! oooh!

Gosh, Peter. I didn’t know you did windows, too!

Hugggs X 7 !
Eleanor

< b l u s h >

Hugggs,
Eleanor

ROGER

CONTACT WITH THE OTHER MEN WAS LIMITED IN MOST INSTANCES TO NON-SEXUAL
MASSAGE THE FEMALES INVOLVED WERE ADEQUATE TO DEAL WITH THE SEXUAL ASPECTS

Jason dragged himself out of his chair and trudged down the hall, trying in vain to think of a way out of his mess. While walking, a slightly round figure approached him in the hallway, it was Jaime Kurtz, Professor Watters graduate assistant. While always wearing thick glasses, Jaime was the ultimate bookworm, and at only about five foot two inches tall, her short frame was forced to carry in excess of 185 pounds, so she looked much like a walking bowling ball! Before they passed each other, Jason had a quick brainstorm, and in desperation played his last card, “Jaime, how ya doin” he asked easily, “nice lecture you gave today, I can see why the Professor has put so much faith in you!” Jaime stopped as she neared Jason, and asked eagerly, “Did you really like it, I put a lot of work into that lecture, I hope the students appreciated it!” “Oh, I know I did,” Jason replied, “it was very good, but there’s just one thing,” and he let his voice trail off. “What’s that” she asked quickly, “if there was something wrong, I could correct it before the next class.” “Oh, no,” he answered smoothly, “it’s just that, well, I just don’t seem to understand the material like I should, do you think that you could maybe give me a little extra help, I mean, I’d pay you for your time!!!” “Oh you don’t have to pay me anything,” she replied excitedly, “that’s what were here for, to help the students!” “Good,” he said, “then it’s settled, let’s get together tonight at your place to go over the parts I’m having trouble with, okay!?!” The meeting was quickly arranged, and Jason was set to meet Jaime Kurtz that evening in her apartment at eight pm.

“Nice place,” Jason commented, while sitting down in the living room of Jaime Kurtz. It was apparent from the look on her face, that Jaime was more than a little happy that she had such a handsome young man visiting her, and since she was sort of a “plain jane”, she didn’t have much of a social life with the opposite sex, and even if this wasn’t a formal date, she did have Jason Polk in her apartment all to herself! “Now, Jason,” she began, “what seems to be the problem?” “Well, Miss Kurtz,” he replied, “it’s just everything, I just don’t seem to get it!!!” “Please, call me Jaime,” she offered, “let’s find out exactly where you need the most work.” “Okay, Jaime,” he said, while opening up his Econ 1 text book, “why don’t you come over here and we can go over some of this stuff!” Jaime slid onto the couch next to him, and waited until Jason stopped at the chapter on globalization of free trade. Jaime was obviously in her element, because for the next five minutes she talked practically non stop about the interaction of governments and business on a world wide scale, while Jason, of course was paying absolutely no attention to any of her gobble-d-gook, and instead during one of her more boring moments, let his arm casually drape around the instructor’s shoulder. She didn’t seem to even notice, but Jason figured it was now or never, so he turned to face her, and shut her up with a hard full kiss on the lip, and while she was momentarily stunned, she quickly warmed to the occasion and returned the kiss with her full passion! He pulled away, looked her in the eyes, and lied, “I’ve been thinking about doing that since your first lecture at the beginning of the semester!” “Really,” she asked, “you should have said something a long time ago,” as she then kissed him again, but this time even more passionately! As they kissed, Jason let his hand roam all over Jaime’s breasts, kneading and cupping the big fat udders, making her moan as he tugged on her now distended nipples. “Let’s get out of these clothes,” Jason ordered, and without waiting for an answer, stood up and shed all of this clothing, leaving him standing in front of her totally naked, and with a semi hard erection just inches from her face! He leaned forward just a few inches, allowing the head of his penis rushed against her moist lips. She let her tongue trace a line all over his knob, and it jumped every time her tongue flicked over it, until finally, she opened her mouth and let it slip into her warmth, caressing it like it were a rare piece of china. Her vagina flooded with moisture with the big cock in her mouth, it had been so long since she had done this, and never with a cock as magnificent this!!! Although she was anxious to feel it inside of her pussy, she couldn’t help herself, and soon she had induced a cum flooding orgasm that filled her mouth with the warm sticky goo savoring it and swirling it in her mouth until finally swallowing it all down, leaving a warm satisfied feeling in her ample belly!

Jason was surprised at the skill that Jaime had shown at sucking cock, he had figured her for a real neophyte, not a expert on oral love making, and although she had a tubby little body, and wasn’t the most attractive girl in the world, he had to admit that that was one of the best blow jobs he had ever had! As she scrambled to get off her clothing, her massive breasts swayed back and forth while her areolas tipped with fat nubs, stood out like mini erections hanging over her soft round belly! Jason for the life of him couldn’t figure it out, but he was getting another erection just looking her, and he realized that he probably wanted her as much as she wanted him!!! “How do you want it,” he whispered to her, while he twisted her big nipples between his thumb and forefinger? “From the rear,” she answered fiercely, “I want to feel like I’m really being taken against my will!!!” Jason’s pecker jumped, at the thought of ramming her from the back, and he lined up his cock as she settled on the sofa with her big ass in the air, and her legs wide apart exposing her bulging vagina. Jaime’s fur ran all the way to her ass hole and her slit contrasted a bright pink surrounded by the dark brown bush. Jason let the head of his cock just slip inside of her cunt, and when he was ready, he lunged forward, burying his pecker all the way into her tight vagina, inducing a blinding orgasm on the first plunge, her cunt totally unprepared for the vicious assault the hard thick penis was perpetrating on it! In the next two or three minutes, Jaime had at least three stunning climaxes, with perhaps two or three smaller, if no less satisfying cums! On Jaime’s last orgasm, Jason roared out loud as his own climax tore through his loins and exited his penis into her steaming cunt, causing them to collapse together in a heap of sweat, fat, and cum on the over stuffed sofa!!!

Jason idly played with Jaime’s nipples and said, “I hope that you can help me with my Econ, ‘cuz you’re my last hope!” With a knowing look she answered, “I don’t think you’ll have any trouble, but it’s going to take a lot more private sessions to make sure you know the material!” “Do you think you’ll have time for me,” he said half mockingly?!? She smirked a little, leaned over and kissed his pecker, and replied, “I’ll make time!!!”

Jason dragged himself out of his chair and trudged down the hall, trying in vain to think of a way out of his mess. While walking, a slightly round figure approached him in the hallway, it was Jaime Kurtz, Professor Watters graduate assistant. While always wearing thick glasses, Jaime was the ultimate bookworm, and at only about five foot two inches tall, her short frame was forced to carry in excess of 185 pounds, so she looked much like a walking bowling ball! Before they passed each other, Jason had a quick brainstorm, and in desperation played his last card, “Jaime, how ya doin” he asked easily, “nice lecture you gave today, I can see why the Professor has put so much faith in you!” Jaime stopped as she neared Jason, and asked eagerly, “Did you really like it, I put a lot of work into that lecture, I hope the students appreciated it!” “Oh, I know I did,” Jason replied, “it was very good, but there’s just one thing,” and he let his voice trail off. “What’s that” she asked quickly, “if there was something wrong, I could correct it before the next class.” “Oh, no,” he answered smoothly, “it’s just that, well, I just don’t seem to understand the material like I should, do you think that you could maybe give me a little extra help, I mean, I’d pay you for your time!!!” “Oh you don’t have to pay me anything,” she replied excitedly, “that’s what were here for, to help the students!” “Good,” he said, “then it’s settled, let’s get together tonight at your place to go over the parts I’m having trouble with, okay!?!” The meeting was quickly arranged, and Jason was set to meet Jaime Kurtz that evening in her apartment at eight pm.

“Nice place,” Jason commented, while sitting down in the living room of Jaime Kurtz. It was apparent from the look on her face, that Jaime was more than a little happy that she had such a handsome young man visiting her, and since she was sort of a “plain jane”, she didn’t have much of a social life with the opposite sex, and even if this wasn’t a formal date, she did have Jason Polk in her apartment all to herself! “Now, Jason,” she began, “what seems to be the problem?” “Well, Miss Kurtz,” he replied, “it’s just everything, I just don’t seem to get it!!!” “Please, call me Jaime,” she offered, “let’s find out exactly where you need the most work.” “Okay, Jaime,” he said, while opening up his Econ 1 text book, “why don’t you come over here and we can go over some of this stuff!” Jaime slid onto the couch next to him, and waited until Jason stopped at the chapter on globalization of free trade. Jaime was obviously in her element, because for the next five minutes she talked practically non stop about the interaction of governments and business on a world wide scale, while Jason, of course was paying absolutely no attention to any of her gobble-d-gook, and instead during one of her more boring moments, let his arm casually drape around the instructor’s shoulder. She didn’t seem to even notice, but Jason figured it was now or never, so he turned to face her, and shut her up with a hard full kiss on the lip, and while she was momentarily stunned, she quickly warmed to the occasion and returned the kiss with her full passion! He pulled away, looked her in the eyes, and lied, “I’ve been thinking about doing that since your first lecture at the beginning of the semester!” “Really,” she asked, “you should have said something a long time ago,” as she then kissed him again, but this time even more passionately! As they kissed, Jason let his hand roam all over Jaime’s breasts, kneading and cupping the big fat udders, making her moan as he tugged on her now distended nipples. “Let’s get out of these clothes,” Jason ordered, and without waiting for an answer, stood up and shed all of this clothing, leaving him standing in front of her totally naked, and with a semi hard erection just inches from her face! He leaned forward just a few inches, allowing the head of his penis rushed against her moist lips. She let her tongue trace a line all over his knob, and it jumped every time her tongue flicked over it, until finally, she opened her mouth and let it slip into her warmth, caressing it like it were a rare piece of china. Her vagina flooded with moisture with the big cock in her mouth, it had been so long since she had done this, and never with a cock as magnificent this!!! Although she was anxious to feel it inside of her pussy, she couldn’t help herself, and soon she had induced a cum flooding orgasm that filled her mouth with the warm sticky goo savoring it and swirling it in her mouth until finally swallowing it all down, leaving a warm satisfied feeling in her ample belly!

Jason was surprised at the skill that Jaime had shown at sucking cock, he had figured her for a real neophyte, not a expert on oral love making, and although she had a tubby little body, and wasn’t the most attractive girl in the world, he had to admit that that was one of the best blow jobs he had ever had! As she scrambled to get off her clothing, her massive breasts swayed back and forth while her areolas tipped with fat nubs, stood out like mini erections hanging over her soft round belly! Jason for the life of him couldn’t figure it out, but he was getting another erection just looking her, and he realized that he probably wanted her as much as she wanted him!!! “How do you want it,” he whispered to her, while he twisted her big nipples between his thumb and forefinger? “From the rear,” she answered fiercely, “I want to feel like I’m really being taken against my will!!!” Jason’s pecker jumped, at the thought of ramming her from the back, and he lined up his cock as she settled on the sofa with her big ass in the air, and her legs wide apart exposing her bulging vagina. Jaime’s fur ran all the way to her ass hole and her slit contrasted a bright pink surrounded by the dark brown bush. Jason let the head of his cock just slip inside of her cunt, and when he was ready, he lunged forward, burying his pecker all the way into her tight vagina, inducing a blinding orgasm on the first plunge, her cunt totally unprepared for the vicious assault the hard thick penis was perpetrating on it! In the next two or three minutes, Jaime had at least three stunning climaxes, with perhaps two or three smaller, if no less satisfying cums! On Jaime’s last orgasm, Jason roared out loud as his own climax tore through his loins and exited his penis into her steaming cunt, causing them to collapse together in a heap of sweat, fat, and cum on the over stuffed sofa!!!

Jason idly played with Jaime’s nipples and said, “I hope that you can help me with my Econ, ‘cuz you’re my last hope!” With a knowing look she answered, “I don’t think you’ll have any trouble, but it’s going to take a lot more private sessions to make sure you know the material!” “Do you think you’ll have time for me,” he said half mockingly?!? She smirked a little, leaned over and kissed his pecker, and replied, “I’ll make time!!!”